#I get why most people either tone her down or keep her at the same level of wackiness when designing an adult mabel

[myimaginationplain]

adult mabel dresses like this btw, sorry I don't make the rules

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#I get why most people either tone her down or keep her at the same level of wackiness when designing an adult mabel #but personally I think she should explode into even more colors and patterns and layers as she gets older and more secure in herself #I mean that's what irrational treasure was all about anyway. I just think mabel would feel really at home in decora kei #gravity falls #mabel pines #decora kei #jfashion #headcanon

[essentiallyleaf]

day 18. feeding. with. chaehyun.

1055 words.

tags.

kinktober ‘23, idol x male reader, feeding kink, fingering, squirting, is this entire thing just extremely stupid and opposite-of-hot?, true story (well, part of this is. yeah, it’s the part where i make chaehyun squirt on her sheets).

notes.

sequel to day 06. dacryphilia. or, it’s in the same universe, the timing is kinda fucked. episodically, leaf.

“You know, this one time, I was a kid, like first, second grade? Or was it kindergarten? I was eating cherries, and I tried to swallow two at once. Don’t ask me why, maybe my dad told me not to, and at that point I had no choice. Anyway they got stuck in my throat,” you start laughing as you tell the story, the incident reminding you of two old men fighting for the same parking spot. “And they had to grab my ankles and put me upside down, and then press on my stomach to make me spit them out. It was horrible. Actually, it might have been just fine, I don’t remember much. But I remember my parents like, freaked out. What a great way to go, that would’ve been”

“Well, nice to know stupid guys were also stupid when they were children. People never change.” She teases while giggling, her eyes shine when she does. “What do you make of that story?”

“I don’t know, maybe I’m too impatient. Or maybe too greedy.” You get thoughtful for a second.

“Should have stored the others in your cheeks while one was going down, or something”

“Yeah, what do they call that? Chubby bunny?”

“You know, that’s what they used to call me, in middle school.” She mentions in a slightly somber tone.

“A chubby bunny? That’s so rude and insensitive!” You say with an appalled look.

“Right?”

“Yeah, you look nothing like a bunny!” You banter back.

“Oh, fuck off!” She laughs off as she pushes your shoulder lightly.

You both take a sip of somaek. You grab one of the strawberries from the bowl on the table and take a bite. As you raise your eyes up again, she’s staring at the fruit like it’s the most interesting thing in the world - like a fine piece of precision engineering, or a perfectly symmetric snowflake, or whatever the hell this girl is interested in, it’s the first time the two of you are exchanging more than six words at a time - or maybe she’s just lost in thought. Conversely, it’s the complete lack of thoughts in your head that makes you bring the remaining half of the strawberry to her mouth in a slow movement. She bites, her lips making slight contact with your fingers. As she chews on it, both of you keeping eye contact, some strawberry juice escapes her lips; she rubs her hands on them to clean it up. When she’s done eating, the same lack of thoughts pushes your head forward and your lips on hers. Your tongue brushes on her sweet fruity lips, and you realize some leftover strawberry juices must have still been there, then her own tongue comes out to meet yours, and they entangle for some time before the two of you need to catch your breaths.

“I think you were being greedy.” She stares into your irises like she sees your past in them.

“Hm?”

“Back then, the two cherries thing”

“What makes you think that?”

“I told you, people never change.” She takes the somaek cup back in her hand.

“You’re saying I’m a greedy person now?”

“I’m saying, me and Jimin unnie”

“She has no problems with this. We talked about it-”

“I never said that.” She asserts calmly.

“Well, do you have any-”

“I never said that, either. I’m just saying, you’re greedy.” She observes with a subtly cheeky tone.

“Hm. You know what would be greedy?” You can only give her a taste of her own medicine. “If I asked you not only go to your room, but also to take on a little challenge for me”

-

Chaehyun is laying on her back, her denim skirt and pink panties at the foot of her bed, and you on top, middle finger hovering over her thick, slick outer lips.

“You don’t need to say it everytime, just keep them in your cheeks, you can eat them at the end”

“What if I- Mmmmhhh, wanna eat them right away?” She can already barely keep it together.

“Hm, who’s the impatient one now?”

Grab a small strawberry with your unoccupied hand and put it on top of her lips, rub it around them for a little while, then tell her: “Open up”, and place it on her tongue. She doesn’t store it away, just starts chewing while moaning with her eyes closed. You’re not even mad, or surprised, the view is too hot for either. You simply insert your middle finger into her wet hole as a response, making her whining even louder.

“Mmmmmhh- ore, please”

Not sure if she means strawberries or fingers, so you give her both. A red pearl in her mouth, a second digit in her slit, now scissoring and stretching her walls apart. You need to kiss her to suppress her moans, or maybe you need to kiss her because you need to kiss her, and when you do she ends up slightly biting your lower lip, maybe thinking you’re hers to eat, too. Your fingers switch to pumping in and out of her now, and they do so with ease, her wetness telling you all you need to know, as if the sinful melodic sounds coming from her mouth weren’t enough already. So grab one last strawberry from the bowl and drop it into her awaiting cavern, as she immediately starts greedily chewing on it, her moans not stopping despite that. Place your thumb on her clit and flick it ferociously, trying to get her to her peak.

“Yes, yes! I’m gonna…”

Chaehyun bucks her hips up several times as powerful squirts hit your hand and forearm as well as her bed, a couple screams leaving her powerful vocal chords. You keep thrusting your fingers at gradually decreasing speed to help her ride her orgasm out, your other hand finding itself fondling her soft boobs through her top. You bend your head down to kiss her once again as you slowly retreat your digits from her still contracting walls, then your lips make way for your fingers in her mouth as Chaehyun tastes herself, sucking and licking her juices off of you.

“How’s the taste, tiger?”

“What?” “I asked-” “No, what did you call me?”

“That’s what you are. You’re not a bunny, you’re a white tiger”

-

footnotes.

baekho chaehyun > tokki chaehyun. sorryidontmaketherulesly, leaf.

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #girl group smut #idol smut #female idol smut #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #idol x reader #idol x male reader #kep1er #chaehyun #kim chaehyun #kep1er chaehyun #kep1er kim chaehyun #kep1er smut #chaehyun smut #kim chaehyun smut #kep1er chaehyun smut #kep1er kim chaehyun smut

[lostinforestbound]

I literally cannot control myself so here's a part two! Some of these were inspired by @graysparrowao3's response to my questions! Please go check them out if you haven't already, they're an amazing writer!

General Lia and Cal Headcannons Part 2

Lia

While she may be on the thinner side, she definitely has a toned body. You need a lot of strength to even pull back the string of a good bow, so I imagine she would have definitely shoulder, back, and arm muscles popping out.

When Lia is scared, it comes out as anger. It could be mistaken as fearlessness, especially with the way she snapped at the Warden. She was terrified when stuck in Moonrise; where was Rolan? Did he make it out okay? Is he even alive? What if these cultists take Cal away from her? She has never been more terrified in her life than those moments, not even in the Descent.

I think she would have physically fought Rolan at least once. Not to extreme harm! More like a sibling dispute (grabbing, shoving, yanking on hair, etc). She would never go as far as pinching his ears or stepping on his tail though.

For a while after their mother died, Lia had a period where she was extremely bitter. At first she cried quite a bit in Rolan's arms, but then she started snapping at him. Part of the change of attitude was thinking Rolan moved on too quickly (he didn't). This is where their arguments first began.

For once in her life, Lia wants to feel safe. She's had nightmares about her throat getting slit, of waking up with her brothers being dead. She has a good handle on them most nights, and its easy to go back to sleep. However, some nights are so bad she ends up going into either Cal's or Rolan's room to cuddle and sleep.

Once in a while, Lia will buy herself flowers. She doesn't know why she does this, but it makes her feel nice, so why not? She loves plants either way, and will probably keep them in her room to take care of. (I feel like she's the type to own cacti! And maybe threaten Rolan with said cacti)

Lia is definitely on the "tough love" side when it comes to comforting others. Sometimes it can be received well but other times it doesn't. It definitely doesn't work with Cal most days, but it can certainly work with Rolan.

Sometimes Lia genuinely fears she hates Rolan. She knows in her heart she doesn't at all, she loves her brother to death, but some fights with him can get bad and she gets very close to saying that she hates him. She has never told anyone this, and she never will.

She's big on words of affirmation to whoever her lucky partner is! And she's definitely the type to bring flowers on a first date, and she knows about flower language! Not a lot of it, but definitely the basics. She wouldn't bring a whole bouquet, more like a small bundle. (I think she would give White Camellia's! Which, if I remember correctly, practically means "You're Adorable")

She knows Cal admires Rolan more. She doesn't blame him, Rolan is amazing in many different ways. But there's some unsolved resentment that she feels towards that fact. Why doesn't Cal admire her in the way he admires Rolan? Did she do something wrong? This is something she will take to her grave.

Cal

Cal's character sheet shows he has a 16 strength, so he's pretty damn strong. I would also say he's pretty toned, but would have a soft middle area, which is perfect for cuddling to his lucky partner.

I think Cal is deeply traumatized by the Descent, but he feels as though he can't talk about it because Rolan and Lia refuse to themselves (they both are traumatized too). It was horrifying, watching people turn on them and seeing devils and monsters stalk the streets. It was hurtful, being completely exiled after they were finally safe. Can they all please sit down and talk about it, no matter how painful? This goes the same for Moonrise.

He got so used to being Lia and Rolan's emotional anchor that he often forgets he needs that same support; it isn't about him. When someone finally listens to him completely he's never felt so euphoric. Finally!

To add to the previous point, he feels as though he isn't trusted enough by those two. He's not sure if it's because he's the youngest, but he doesn't appreciate it at all.

Cal is absolutely a stress-baker. Anytime he's not handling stress well, he will bake. And I mean bake. He will spend hours baking multiple treats to give himself something to do, and it does genuinely help him feel better. (This could apply to cooking depending on the ingredients they have available in the tower)

I feel as though Cal is very close to snapping at the other two. Like, genuinely yelling and being pissed with them! He's been dealing with their bickering for a very long time now, and it only got worse after what they've been through. For once, can they consider his damn feelings about everything?

When comforting anyone, depending on the relationship, he can be very touchy. A hand on the shoulder, giving a hug, or keeping close is his go-to. Of course this will depend on the person, he'll respect boundaries if they don't like touch or just don't want it.

I think Cal's love language is gift giving for his lucky partner! He would either bake a sweet, get some flowers with the help of Lia, bring something he cooked, or buy something that they were eyeing on a date. He's very shy about it in the beginning, but over time he would build more confidence.

He loves Lia to death, but sometimes he thinks she can be too harsh. He understands where her anger can stem from in the moment, but her resorting to insults and purposefully provoking Rolan? How is that productive? It doesn't help the problem, it makes it worse. But as always, he isn't really listened to.

The first thing Cal would do in Baldur's gate is just sleep. A deep sleep that he desperately needed for a while. Rolan will go to his new apprenticeship, Lia would go find some work, all the while Cal will sleep for 16 hours. He's certainly groggy the next day, but he knows he needed that to start fresh.

Extras (Feat. Rolan)

These three haven't talked about Moonrise much. They haven't had the time to, or time to process the events. They literally saw someone get their eyes removed and tongue cut out. They saw people who they were traveling with get slaughtered left and right. They all need to go to therapy.

When they finally all move into the tower, the first night, they insist on sleeping in the same bed as Rolan. Just like when they were little. After everything, they wanted to make sure Rolan was okay (they know full well he isn't). This is the first night in a while that Rolan isn't plagued by nightmares.

The three of them have trouble adjusting to their new normal. Suddenly having a permanent home so big throws them off their game. They weren't traveling for very long, but they went through so much that having somewhere safe to stay has them reeling. They had no idea what to do first, but they figure it out together.

They absolutely would both help Rolan through panic/anxiety attacks, no matter the situation. At night after a night terror? They're already in the room with water and extra blankets. In a middle of a fight? Fuck the argument, they'll put it on pause and deal with it later. Rolan does not have attacks often, but when they do happen, they help him every time. Does it scare them? Of course it does, they never want to see their brother hurting like that.

Cal and Rolan take turns making meals for the three of them. Lia doesn't cook much so she helps out by washing dishes and setting the table up. She'll go as far as prepping ingredients as well if they're making a bigger meal.

They all don't like the cold. Tieflings run hot, but the cold doesn't bring too many good memories, especially for Rolan. When it became just the three of them after their mothers death, the colder months were much harder to deal with. There wasn't as much food available, prices of wooden logs grew higher, and they didn't have a lot of money to celebrate the winter holidays to their fullest extent. Though the winter months become more bearable when they settle in Baldur's gate, finally comfortable.

They have "sleepovers" once in a while, where they all sleep in the same room! Life gets busy, so occasionally, they gather in the biggest room and spend the night together. Cal makes his best sweets, Lia sets up a blanket and pillow fort, and Rolan gives the best light show he can muster. They all look forward to these nights because it's so special to them. A tradition they hope to keep forever.

#forest-writes #lia #cal #lia bg3 #cal bg3 #bg3 cal #bg3 lia #rolan #rolan bg3 #bg3 rolan #holy rolan empire

[ornii]

Jealous? Me? No…

Illyana Rasputin X Male Reader

So I finally watched The New Mutants yesterday, and I gotta say, it wasn’t good, but it wasn’t bad either. An okay Marvel film in my opinion, however Anya Taylor-Joy absolutely killed the role as Magik. And the idea of a Reader who also had a relative in the X-Men and is believable, gave me an idea, and this was it.

The relationship you had with Illyana was particularly hard to define. You wouldn’t call her your girlfriend, but she is also more than a friend. You sensed a Kinship with her ever since your, outburst. It sounds small but it resulted in the deaths of a lot of people, I suppose that’s what happens when a Mutant tried to live a normal life. Having the same genetic system as The Wolverine, it gave you nearly all the same powers, including a deep primal rage that could erupt at any time. Thus, leading you to being hospitalized.

Dr Reyas had an interest in you particularly, it seems only one Successful clone of Wolverine exists; you. Or so they think, you know of one more, Laura. Keeping her secret, keeping her under the nose of the Government was of utmost importance. Everything with Illyana was fine, she was being her usual self, rude, condescending, and just an overall ass to you and everyone, but it didn’t bother you. Everything was fine, until Dani made her appearance. A new challenger enters Illyanas game, and she doesn’t like it.

You and Illyana were watching Dani sleep, granted you two were outside the room, watching though the faded glass. You couldn’t make out any physical differences in her. She looked like your average teenager, maybe her powers are more psionic. You rubbed your chin and Illyana spoke. “I bet Pocahontas will try to run the moment she wakes up.” She said, almost to get a rise out of you, to see your negative but passionate response but you were simply thinking, blocking her out. She noticed your lack of response and turned to you. All your attention wasn’t on her anymore, but on this new girl.

“(Y/n).” She said with that stern Russian accent, it snapped you out of your trance and you finally looked at Illyana, as much as she annoyed and overall pissed you off, her beauty was unmatched, blue Iris, long gorgeous blonde hair like a brick road to heaven, and an accent that commands respect but has such a alluring tone.

“What?” You say, “You gonna bully this one too?” You say, Illyana smirks, finally getting your attention. “Depends, you seem to be infatuated with Pocahontas.” She said, you finally responded to her obvious jab and shook your head.

“Real fucking funny.” You mutter. “A new girl winds up here and you’re already jealous?” You said, Illyana kept her smile, but deep down she was starting to get annoyed.

“I don’t get jealous.”

“Then you won’t mind me saying hello.” You reply, and reach for the door handle, and for a moment you saw a short glimpse of panic in her eyes, as you gripped the handle, the voice of God spoke to you.

“(Y/n), remove your hand from the door.” Dr Reyas said from the intercom, she was watching, always watching. You reluctantly removed your hand. “Please gather in the main foyer, our daily session begins in 10 minutes.” She says, you look at Illyana and shrug, putting your hands in your jacket, you walk off. You and Illyana enter the room to Roberto, Sam, and Rahne, the other tree stuck in this place. It seems that there were only two chairs left, oddly enough, both seats end up with you next to Illyana. Reyas sits before you all, and starts.

“Yesterday, I asked you to think about… the first time your mutation manifested. Would anyone like to share? (Y/n)? Sam? Illyana? Roberto? Rahne? Look, we can’t help each other unless we talk to each other. I’ve said this a hundred times. This program can’t help you if you refuse to participate. So, Rahne, why don’t you start?” She said, Rahne was a short girl, pixie cut and had a soft Scottish accent, she wasn’t as feminine as most girls, but she had her own charm.

“I…” she started, but Dani, the new girl walked in, sulking.

“Please join us, Dani. This is our new patient, Danielle Moonstar. Let’s do our best to make her feel at home. Go ahead, Rahne.” Reyas said, (Y/n) shrugs and stands up and takes another chair and places it further in the circle.

“Take a seat.” You say, and sit back down, Dani awkwardly sulks next to you, and Illyanas eyes dart from her Hand puppet to you.

“Right. I was 13. I remember running through the woods.” Rahne began.

“How did you feel?” Doctor Reyas asks.

“Free. Like, the most free I’d felt my whole life. But guilty, too.”

“Why feel guilty?” You ask, “You get a turn into a wolf, that’s fucking sick.”

“Because I knew it was bad. I went to Reverend Craig… to see if he could pray it out of me. He asked me to show him, so I changed.” Rahne continues..

“And what did Reverend Craig do?”

“Beat me about half to death. Said I was a witch… that I was going to hell.” Rahne looked so, hurt. You reluctantly sat up from your seat.

“Would anyone else like to share their first time?” Reyas asks, and Illyana decides to turn to heat up.

“New girl. How fucked up are you?” She said, turning the ire on Dani, you turned to the Girl.

“Illyana.” You said, a bit of a grumble.

“Drugs, I bet. Or a nympho, maybe..” she kept pestering. You then decided to raise your voice.

“Cut the shit okay?” You said, The Russian turned to you, seeing your face and found an odd sense of pleasure in it. Reyas takes hold of the situation.

“Keep behaving… exactly like you are right now… and we can all just spend the day in solitary. I want all of you to think very carefully… about how you’d like to use your time here. And how long you want that time to be. (Y/n), since you’re already up… why don’t you show Dani around?” Reyas orders. You stood up, still locking eyes with Illyana.

“Yeah, sure..” you said, and looked over to Dani. You offered your hand to help her up and she took it, she stood up and you began to walk around, showing the new Girl around, that was a mistake.

Night has crept up to you all much sooner than expected, you were preparing to turn in for the night, finishing up clothes duty, the sudden sound of a clank of metal caused you to put the towel down and then around, you half expected death, but it was much worse.. Illyana.

“Oh, it’s you… gonna keep bullying Dani for whatever reason?” You said, but she wasn’t her cocky, overbearing self. She pouted and folded her arms, and asked a single question.

“Do you like her?” She asks, the question blindsided you.

“What?” You responded, and Illyana slowly approached.

“Do you like her? You act like you do..”

“I .. I don’t get it why are you upset?” You said, which causes her to finally just spew her feelings. “You are so fucking dense! Do you not notice anything you big dumb cute plyushevyy mishka?!” She yells, it took you less than a minute to realize she’s pinned you to the wall. Her arm now armored and placed near your head, as she leaned in, her lips barely brush up against yours.

“YA lyublyu tebya, Rosomakha.” She said, your mind translated the words.. “I Love you, Wolverine.” Your hands almost instinctively wrapped around her waist, much to her shock. Your lips pressed firmly against hers and her powers almost activate due to a high sense of, emotion. And it seems you two fall together, to her happy place.

Jealousy, from what I heard it runs in the Family…

(This was just a short thing I wanted to write, Definitely want to make more New Mutant Content, we need more of it.)

#male reader #marvel #illyana rasputin x male reader #illyana rasputin #new mutants #reader x Marvel #jealousy #x men comics #xmen #magik #Magik x Reader #magik x male reader #Ornii

[utahimeow]

SEX101 — kageyama tobio [lesson 1.]

summary — your virgin best friend asks you to teach him how to have sex.

pairing — kageyama x f!reader

warnings — nsfw content. minors dni. oral sex (f and m receiving), corruption kink, possessive reader, kageyama is inexperienced

word count — 3.2k

author’s note — i love this trope but i wanted to switch it up since it’s always reader being taught :p there will be a part 2!

The first time you met Kageyama Tobio was seven years ago, in the summer before junior high. You were twelve years old and so was he, and you had just moved to a new neighbourhood. The volleyball he'd been bouncing on his hand had rolled to your feet and as you served it back to him, your poor aim had sent the ball colliding with his face. You used up the little bit of allowance you had to buy him a carton of strawberry milk as an apology and by some miracle, he accepted it. It was then that you learned you were both going to attend the same school, and it was that day that an unbreakable bond had formed.

In the time you've known Kageyema, he's never really had much luck with relationships. At first, it's hard to believe. He's attractive (like really, really attractive), tall (six foot two to be exact), and athletic (you think you remember him having abs since he was sixteen). It's probably precisely that which is why he's never had a relationship—the fact that he lives and breathes volleyball. Where most people continue on to university after graduating high school, Kageyama had been invited to play the sport for a living. He's never had a moment to spare, always giving you the "training" excuse.

There's also the fact that Kageyama is Kageyama. He's awkward, rude, pessimistic, a little weird, and doesn't tend to get along with people in general. He's gotten far... kinder over the years, mainly as a result of being friends with the likes of you and Hinata Shoyou. Still, it came as a surprise to you when a week ago he announced that he had gotten himself a date with a girl.

In typical Kageyama fashion, he had told you nothing about her until you asked him. Her name was Ayumi, and she worked at the gym he went to. She was the one who asked for his number. He was the one who suggested lunch at a nearby cafe.

He's over at your house one day, a rainy day, one for doing nothing at all except maybe watching a show. You're laying in your bed together, you on your stomach as you struggle to keep your eyes open while he's on his back next to you. There's some ghost hunting show playing on your TV, but you've both stopped paying attention to it. The sound of raindrops beating against your window is far more fascinating.

"Can I... ask you... something?" he asks, breaking the silence eventually.

"Hm?" you reply, propping yourself onto your elbows so you can stare down at him next to you. He's staring up at the ceiling, cerulean eyes pensive, his features ever so hard to decipher.

He opens his mouth to speak, but just as quickly closes it again. A moment later he opens it, then closes.

"Today would be nice," you tease, but regret takes over instantly when you watch him gulp. He doesn't shoot back with an insult of his own, something uncharacteristic of him.

"How do you... you know... pleasure a girl?"

You can't help the laugh that escapes your mouth. Kageyama's face burns bright, a mixture of humiliation and rage. It's the last thing you ever thought he'd ask and you still can't tell if he's teasing you or not, although something in his tone tells you he's being dead serious.

"Shut up," he says, glaring at you. "Ayumi invited me to her house this weekend. She keeps reminding me that her parents aren't going to be home so I think she wants to... you know?"

Your eyebrows raise. There's a swell of pride because your best friend is finally getting action, but you can't ignore the pang of jealousy that lingers either.

His original question makes sense now—Kageyama's never gotten further than kissing anyone. If he had, he would have told you. He tells you everything, after all.

"What, you want me to teach you?"

It's a rhetorical question, not meant to be anything more than a joke. But your best friend stays quiet. The "no, dumbass" that you expect from him as a reply never comes.

"Tobio?"

"Well, how else am I supposed to learn?" he grumbles and that's when your heart skips a beat. He's never looked this vulnerable, like he's one second away from disappearing through the floorboards of your bedroom.

"Have you watched porn?"

"Obviously," he says, and his cheeks become tinted with pink. "But I wanna try do it myself."

Well, that's a given. Taking notes is different to putting them into practise. Plus, he's a boy. You doubt he ever makes it past the trending page where all of the porn is scripted and fake.

You push yourself onto your knees, sighing as you consider where to start. You're more experienced than him, yes, but that doesn't mean you're an expert by any means.

"All girls are different. They like different things, want different things. Some like to be in charge, some don't. But as general advice," you say, throwing one of your legs over Kageyama's waist so you can straddle him, "don't be afraid to touch her."

The boy's eyes nearly fly out of their sockets as you settle on his crotch. His entire body tenses. He's frozen beneath you, so you take him by his wrists and guide his hands to your thighs.

"The most important part is foreplay. If you don't get her warmed up, you won't be able to penetrate her," you tell him. Your voice has dropped an octave or two, all husky unlike anything Kageyama has heard from you.

Slowly, delicately, you drag his hands up your thighs. He's near panting as he tries to relish the way your soft flesh feels under his palms. You guide them along your hips, make him trace your waist, and ignore the doubt in the back of your mind before you bring his hands to your chest.

With your bottom lip trapped between your teeth, you squeeze Kageyama's hands that are beneath your own, giving a soft moan as he cups your breasts. You're scared he'll pass out underneath you. His eyes are even wider than before somehow, his mouth in a circle, breaths shallow now—you're not sure if he's breathing at all.

"Relax, Tobio," you rasp. It's when you grind your hips in an effort to loosen him up that you feel it—he's hard. His length pokes against your leg, strains against his sweatpants as you drag your clothed pussy over it. You think you could melt. A cheshire cat grin forms on your lips because you made your best friend hard.

In all his stubbornness, however, he still won't relax. You've had a fair share of stupid ideas in your life, but you don't think any of them come close to the one that forms in your mind in this moment.

"Can I kiss you?" you ask, bending your body. Your hands keep moving his over your clothed chest, groping and kneading at your mounds. He gulps at your question, then nods, and you're leaning your face in against his. You're slow, teasing. Your hands have stopped moving. Your breath mixes with his. You're so close, and yet Kageyama still doesn't have the courage to pull you in. He's so... pliant.

With a grin, you finally put him out of his misery, pressing your lips to his in a soft, sweet kiss. You can't ignore the way your stomach flutters, but you're too rapt by the boy's plush lips to question whether it's lust or something else that's making you fuzzy. The kiss is innocent—at first. Then you push your tongue against his and hunger takes over and your hips are rolling against his lap harder than before and Kageyama lets out a tiny moan against your mouth.

You never were really the needy type. Sex wasn't something you craved too often. But now, with Kageyama underneath you, rutting his hips against yours, letting you lick into his mouth, you need him.

Kageyama's always been good at reading you (not that you hide your emotions well anyway), but you'd grown close enough to where he could practically read your thoughts. He can sense that you're desperate for him, and his hands start to move downwards. He's hesitant, wondering when you'll stop him to give him his next directions. But you never do. You let him act on his instincts, following the curve of your body until his fingers find the top of your sweatpants.

You pull away then, your lips puffy, your mind dizzy from being breathless. "Take them off," you tell him, and that's enough for him to commit, to push the fabric down your legs. As he struggles to get them past your knees, you throw yourself onto your bed once more, onto your back so that you can help him out and kick your pants off the rest of the way.

For a moment Kageyama's eyes widen, then he's flicking his gaze between your lacy black panties and your face.

"Go on," you say, parting your legs as both inviting him to settle between them and encouraging him to strip you entirely.

The kiss must have worked, even if a little bit. The boy scoots forward into the space you created for him, curling his fingers around your panties and tugging them down slowly. The air hits your dripping cunt immediately, and you gasp because how are you this wet already?

"See this?" you say, your pointer finger landing on the nub above your hole. Kageyama nods intently as if he's not staring at his best friend's pussy. "That's the clit, got it? Now you have no excuse. Do not neglect it. Even when you're fucking her. Most girls can't cum unless you stimulate their clit."

There's a flash of panic across his features. Crap. He's not ready fuck you this soon. "But... what about foreplay first?"

"You wanna eat me out?"

Kageyama's dick twitches in his pants. Yes, he wants to eat you out. He wants to devour you until you're shaking, wants to taste your juices (he bets you taste sweet and heavenly), wants your thighs wrapped around his head. He nods, maybe a little too fervently.

You sigh. "Okay, well, I'm not sure how I'm supposed to instruct you on eating pussy. Let me see, I guess you just— oh."

He cuts you off when he dives between your legs, his tongue licking a long stripe between your folds. He's watched enough porn to think he at least has an idea of what to do. And he's right—his lips wrap around your clit and the quiet moan you give when he sucks tells Kageyama he's actually on the right track.

His tongue moves experimentally against your heat, licking at you with a precision that makes you surprised by the way your eyes roll back. You'd always liked it when boys were sloppy eating you out. No rhythm, no pattern, just flicking their tongues in whatever way made you arch your back. Lack of experience can make you overthink your technique—your movements turn static. But somehow, and maybe it's because it's Kageyama, there's no denying the heat that's building in your abdomen.

"Fuck, Tobio," you whine.

He pulls away for a second, blinking back at you with fear. "What?"

With a pout and a roll of your eyes, you tangle your fingers into his raven hair and push him back down between your legs. "That means you're doing good, dumbass."

Kageyama's hands have instinctively come to wrap around your thighs, gripping the fat as he holds your legs in place, spread apart for him. His tongue swirls over your bud ceremoniously. Each circle he draws against your clit sends pinpricks of pleasure throughout each and every one of your muscles. The flame in your stomach grows stronger and stronger with every second.

If you weren't so rapt by the way he worked his mouth against you then maybe you would have made fun of him for having his eyes closed. Instead you tug at the roots of his hair, and his gaze meets yours in an instant.

"Eye contact. Don't be scared of it," you say, and the end of your sentence morphs into a moan. It's tough to remember that you're supposed to be 'teaching' him, not just getting free head.

From then on, Kageyama's piercing eyes never leave yours. He thinks he feels himself easing into it a little bit, his tongue and lips moving almost by themselves now. It means he gets to focus on your face. How your eyebrows rise a little, how your eyes twinkle, how your lips part ever so slightly. How you look so fucked out and you haven't even cum yet. You look this gorgeous because of him.

The heat in your abdomen starts to pulse. Your breathing turns ragged, your eyes roll back again. Kageyama knows what's happening. You telling him just confirms it.

"I'm close, Tobio—oh, fuck... Please, Tobio, please..."

And just like that, your back arches off the bed as the flame erupts and you finally make it over the edge. You cry out as you hit your climax, a high-pitched mixture of a curse and Kageyama's name. He tries to pull away, maybe unsure of whether it feels better to continue through an orgasm or not, but you refuse to let him. Once you come down from your high, your hand releases his hair and he sits back.

"Congrats, Kageyama," you chuckle, sighing. He hates it when you call him by his family name, but something about you using it in this moment makes his heart swell. "You just made a woman cum."

The expression he stares back at you with is adorable. His cheeks are flushed and there's a dazed look in his eyes. He's shocked and in disbelief, but there's a little bit of pride there, perhaps exaggerated by the sight of your cum gleaming all over his lips.

"Come here," you say, patting the space beside you as he wipes his mouth with his sleeve. Ever so obedient, he takes the spot while you tug your panties back up your legs. He's staring at you, so you lean towards him, slowly in case he backs away. But he doesn't, so you connect your lips with his. It's a soft, careful kiss. Your body's too weak from your climax to make it anything more, but you don't want anything more.

Subconsciously you shift closer to him until you're flush against him, and it's then that you're reminded of his erection. That still hasn't been dealt with. Poor boy is probably in agony.

You pull away from Kageyama's lips, a string of spit following as you do. It's your turn to crawl in between his legs with a devilish grin upon your face.

"What are you..?" he asks, frowning as you toy with the waistband of his sweats. In the back of his head, he knows, but he doesn't want to assume.

"Paying you back," you tell him. You thought it was pretty obvious. "Unless you don't want me to. Oh, my god, I just presumed."

"No," he cuts you off, his voice cracking. "Please..."

This time there's no reluctance whatsoever when you pull his sweatpants down his legs, followed by his boxers. His cock, bright red, veiny, swollen, looks so enticing that you start drooling. It's also huge. One of the bigger cocks you've faced. Maybe the biggest. All this time you can't believe he's been packing.

He jolts when your hand wraps around him. "You need me to stop, I stop," you assure him, waiting until he nods to resume. You start with slow strokes up and down, collecting the pre-cum that drips from his sensitive tip, smothering it over the rest of his length. Briefly you pull away to spit in your palm before wrapping around him again. Your hand memorises each ridge that runs along his cock and all you can think is how pretty it is. How you can't wait to choke on it.

No, literally, you can't wait any longer. You lean forward, your lips wrapping around his tip, tongue lapping at the slit to get a taste of his arousal.

The thought that this is his first time ever getting sucked off has you reeling. You're dizzy just thinking about it, really. How you could probably half-ass it and he'd still cum. Or you could put your all into it and he'd cum so hard that no one would else would be able to compare and you would be the only one who could possibly make him feel good.

All of it spurs you on, and one look at Kageyama's blushing, spent face has you slowly taking him inch by inch into your mouth. You struggle as you make your way down to his base, tears brimming in your eyes once he hits the back of your throat. You stay still for a moment, adjusting to the intrusion in your air pipe.

In that moment, Kageyama's cock throbs. With a gasp, he releases, and it's as unexpected to him as it is to you. And you've never been a quitter, so you let him spill every last drop down your throat while his head spins and he watches you with awe and embarrassment all over his features.

"I'm s-sorry," he mutters as you pop off of his cock, spluttering a little as you catch your breath.

"For what?" You just want to hear him say it.

"I didn't last."

A smile spreads over your face, one that you can only hope is reassuring. You help him pull his boxers and his pants back up and for a fleeting moment you're tempted to cuddle up next to him, until the lustful fog in your mind clears and you remember once more that this is still meant to be platonic. A friend teaching another friend. So you sit criss-cross next to him.

"Didn't know I was that good at sucking dick," you quip, joking around to hide the possessiveness that has sprouted within you. You've sucked off boys who were inexperienced before yet none of them had cum so quickly. It's not a coincidence. Kageyama wasn't just worked up—he was worked up for you. You just know it.

Your best friend sits up. Ever so subtly he moves an inch or two away from you, but you notice. You notice how he swallows thickly. You notice how he can barely look you in the eye.

"Um...I never told Ayumi that I'm a virgin, you know," he admits. He twiddles with his fingers in his lap.

Is he asking you what you think he's asking you?

"Are you going to?"

"...I want to have experience with that too," he shrugs.

I want you to take my virginity, is what you hear.

Your lips curl into a smile again. It takes everything in you not to grab him in your arms and squeeze him and hold him tight and kiss him all over.

"Well, I'm here to help. Isn't that what best friends are for?"

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[farity]

Inspiration

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x reader

Summary:  Aemond finds out who is the inspiration for a scandalous statue

Warning: All fluff - I just wanted a happy little drablet.

It was declined, of course, the moment Alicent caught sight of it.  

“It is simply a representation of the human form, Your Grace, surely the maiden sees no sin in what the Seven have created.”

“That my be, but it will not have a home in the keep.  You might have better luck with the Lannisters, or perhaps the Tyrells.”

Aemond watched from the balcony above as the heavy statue was wheeled out past his mother’s critical stare.

“What I wouldn’t give to get my hands on that.”

He turned to see Aegon, already raising a cup to his lips.  “A woman like that might even tempt you, little brother.”

“A woman like that does not exist, Aegon.  It is an ideal put together by an artist.”

“Oh, she does exist.”

Both brothers turned at the sound of Helaena’s voice.

“Lord Penrose owed a great debt to the artist and paid it off by having his daughter pose for him.  I guess he made a few copies.”

Aegon choked on his wine.  “That’s Elyana Penrose?  The little shit who pushed me into the mud that one time?”

Helaena smiled.  “I liked her a lot.”  She looked back down at her needlework, then remembered.  “Oh yes, she’ll be here for the festival tomorrow.”

* * * * * 

Aemond remembered Elyana Penrose.  And he remembered why she’d pushed Aegon into the mud.  Aegon was mocking Aemond, as he always did, and Aemond was pretending to ignore him, as he always did, but Elyana grew tired of the taunts about Aemond not having a dragon and she’d turned and shoved Aegon so hard, he’d lost his footing and fallen into a big mud pit.

The gates to the keep opened and he watched as the crowd went silent, watching as Lord Penrose and his party rode in.  Everyone was staring at Elyana, who stared straight ahead, that same strange bronze colored hair he remembered braided into submission.  Aemond could see the men’s stares, the women pointing.

“Once everyone has seen you naked, there is no dignity left.”

He turned at his mother’s words.

“Poor girl.  She’s as good as a whore, really.  Every detail exposed in that awful statue.”

“It wasn’t her choice, mother.”

“Does that matter, Aemond?” Alicent looked around.  “Does it matter to them?  Why is she wearing that heavy cape wrapped around her like a tarp, then?”

Alicent left, but Aemond kept his eye on Elyana Penrose, realizing too late that he, too, was one of the people she was so determined to ignore.

* * * * * 

You did not attend dinner.  You weren’t planning on attending breakfast, either, or any of the meals taken alongside the Targaryens.  In fact, the less people you had to see, the better.

“Lady Elyana.”

You turned at the voice to find Aemond Targaryen standing a few feet away.  He stood straight, hands behind his back, and nodded at you.

“Prince Aemond,” you wondered if he, too, was curious to see if the real thing matched the statue.  

“I noticed you did not join us for dinner last night.  I hope you are not ill.”

His eye stayed on your face, unlike most other people you had met recently, and your expression softened slightly.  You remembered how quiet he had been as a child, how relentless the teasing from his brother and cousins.  “You are very kind, Your Highness, I find I prefer my own company these days.”

“In that case, I shall leave you to your peace, my lady.”

“Oh no,” you stood, “I did not mean you had to leave, Your Highness.”

“Aemond.”

You swallowed.  “Surely you know, Aemond, why everyone looks at me lately.”

He took one step forward, lips curving in a small smile.  “You are very beautiful, Lady Elyana.”

You gave him a cursory smile.  “My prince,” you said quietly, “you know that is not why people stare.  You must know about the statues.”

He nodded.  “I do.  I am sorry for it.”

Something in his tone broke through the walls you carefully kept up around you, and much to your horror, you began crying.  First one tear, then another, until they were falling freely down your cheeks and you covered your face.

You felt the warmth of him as he gently wrapped his arms around you, stroking your back.  He said nothing, simply held you while you cried.  

“I am sorry, Prince Aemond,” you began, but he shook his head.

“There is nothing for you to be sorry about, my lady.”

It felt good, to be held.  To be comforted.  Your father saw you as something he could use, clearly, and now that you had solved his financial problem, you were to be married off for further gains.  

“I am so filled with shame,” you whispered.  “Everyone knows.  Everyone has seen.”

His arms tightened around you and you wrapped your own arms around his waist.  He began stroking your hair, tucking your head beneath his.  

“I am so sorry,” you repeated, “you must think me ridiculous.”  You looked up.  

His eye stayed on yours but you were intensely aware of how close your mouth was to his.  The smallest movement and your lips would meet.  You looked down and began wiping your eyes.  Aemond pulled out a small square of fabric from his pocket and handed it to you.

“You are absolutely not ridiculous,” he said, taking a step back to give you space to gather yourself.  “You have paid for others’ sins.  That is something I am familiar with.”

You finished dabbing at your eyes and looked up at him.  “After the festival we are going to Pyke, I am being wed to Lord Greyjoy.”

Aemond stared.  “Lord Greyjoy who just lost his third wife?”

* * * * * 

He couldn’t sleep.  He was well aware of how the world worked, children were to be married for the betterment of the family, that was how things were done and for the most part he’d never really given it much thought.

The thought of Elyana Penrose marrying that old barnacle-ridden goat filled him with disgust.  The realization that he could do nothing about it made him angry, and it was anger that kept him awake.

And if he was honest with himself, he liked her.  He had liked her as a child and he liked her now.  She was beautiful, of course, but she was as gentle and sweet as he remembered despite the notoriety that now surrounded her.  

He knew something about having people talk behind your back.  He knew something about being seen as something other than he was.  

Maybe he was wrong.  Maybe there was something he could do about it.

* * * * * 

You’d spent the previous night thinking about Aemond.  It had felt so good to be in his arms.  You had always liked him, finding him more sensible and clever than Aegon, braver than his cousins.  And now, he was so handsome, the scar and eye patch only adding to how striking he was.  

“Lady Elyana.”

You jumped in your chair and turned around.  Aemond stood there, one hand out and eye wide.  “I apologize, I did not mean to startle you, my lady.”

Your hand pressed to your throat, you smiled, catching your breath.  “No need to apologize, Prince Aemond.  I was lost in my own thoughts.”

“I wanted to speak to you, if you can grant me a few moments.”

You tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, wondering what on earth the prince wanted to discuss with you.  “Of course, I would be delighted.”

“I feel there is an affinity between us,” he began, taking a seat facing you, “as children we got along well, and I dare say I always thought someday I would find someone like you to be my wife.”

Your heart started beating fast and immediately you tried to tamp down your response.  Expect nothing and you will not be disappointed, you told yourself.

“When I saw you again, and I spoke with you, it led me to think that I do not want someone like you to be my wife.”

And this was why.  There should be no disappointment at his words.  Why would he want someone like you, someone whose name was forever tarnished?  You straightened your back, determined to retain as much dignity as you could.

Aemond extended his hand to you.  “I want you to be my wife.”

You stared at him.  “I am, you- what?”

“I know I am not what most ladies dream of for a husband, I am disfigured and-”

You stood.  “Do not say that.”

He placed his hand back on his knee and looked up at you.

“I will not tolerate any such talk, Prince Aemond.  Not even from you.  Dear, dear you.”  You walked up to him, took his hand between yours.  “He would not let me write to you, after your injury,” you confessed.  “I wanted to, I really did.”

“I believe you.”

“And whatever ladies dream of, I do not know.  I find I have no taste for such frivolities.”

Aemond squeezed your hand.  “Then stay with me.  Marry me.  Make the realm better with me.  No longer your father’s pawn, he will not refuse this alliance, make a life here.  With me.”

You smiled at him, leaned down to place a kiss on his cheek.  “I will.  Maybe I will find a mud pit somewhere.”

He laughed and cupped your face so he could kiss your lips and you sighed.  A life here.  A life filled with joy and laughter.  

“I will have one built for you if you wish.”

* * * * * 

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[kitkathatesu]

𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪

𝙋𝘼𝙄𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂: Billy Hargrove x Fem!reader + Eddie/Steve

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎: ❕SMUT❕18+ only pls!! Use of she/her pronouns, drug use, degradation, dom!Billy, sub!reader, voyeurism, slight cucking, fingering (f receiving) overstimulation, short and filthy

𝙎𝙐𝙈𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙔: Billy dominates reader in front of Eddie and Steve to show them how much power he holds, and knowing that their eyes are glued to her as she falls apart in Billy’s arms only makes it better. Because only 𝗵𝗲 can make reader feel this good.

᪥♢𒊹༄♢𒊹༄♢᪥

After School you and Billy head straight back to his place, more so Neil’s place, but you never see him much. He’s always working, so you’ve got the house to yourselves most of the time. Sitting around watching your favorite films and eating popcorn while Max and El head to the mall with Lucas and Mike. It’s part of your daily routine, and you’ve gotta admit.. Being alone with Billy every day is not only the most fun you’ve had in years, it’s also the most intense relationship you’ve ever been in. And even though you enjoy every second you can get with him, today you’re feeling more than just sex and screen time.

“What’sa matter baby?”

Billy quizzes you, tugging at your waist with his free hand as you’re sat on the couch beside him. Pressing his face against your cheek to further pry an answer out of you, he gently grazes your skin with his teeth causing a loud giggle to echo out into the room.

“Nothing, today’s just kinda stale ya know? I feel like there’s other things we could do.”

You tilt your head to the side, throwing an arm over Billy’s lap forcing him to pull back and look at you. Immediately shooting him those puppy dog eyes he can’t resist, he lets out a long sigh. His fingers coursing through those messy curls that lay perfectly on either side of his head, leaning himself back against the couch. His white cut off shirt showing off just how toned his arms are as he stretches one over the back of the couch behind you, keeping the other one wrapped around you.

“Let’s do something fun.” You say with a soft voice.

“Whad’dya mean doll face? You telling me this isn’t fun?” He scoffs. A smug grin playing across his lips, making you roll your eyes at him.

“Of course it is, but I think I know something that’ll make it better. Gimme just a sec.”

You quickly jump from Billy’s grasp making your way into the kitchen, pulling your shorts down a bit as they seem to always ride up your thighs when you wear them. Dialing Eddie’s number first, you declare that his services are required at the Hargrove household. MORS code for “I need some flower.” And you don’t have to say much else, he’s on his way. Then you dial Steve’s number directly after, letting him know that there will be a fat sack of green waiting for him if he comes to hang out with you. Besides, you haven’t seen either of them in a hot minute. It’d be good to catch up!

You stand there for a moment, slight excitement running through your body realizing that three of your favorite people will be in the same room. Billy’s shadow suddenly overlapping yours on the wall in front of you that’s lit up with bright beams of sunlight.

“Miss me that much?” You chaff. His arms snaking around your waist once more, warm lips pressing small kisses along the crook of your neck and up to your jawline. His hands wandering your body selflessly as you take in the scent of his cheap cologne.

“You gonna tell me why you were on the phone when I could’ve already had my way with you?” He all but grunts into your ear.

That raspy tone in his voice sending chills down your spine like always, making you smile to yourself and turn to face him. Those bright blue eyes pulling you in and trapping you there like you’d stepped in cement, all you can do is wrap both of your arms around his neck. One of his hands slowly tracing down the arch of your back, and over your shorts. Gripping underneath your ass to pull you up into him, his lips attaching to yours in a hungry kiss.

“Well..” You say between pecks, trying to choke out a few words as his tongue fights for entrance to your mouth.

“I called Eddie for some smoke, and-“ Billy chuckles darkly, cocking an eyebrow upward as his arms leave your waist and now drape over his stomach. Gaze fixated on yours, burning through you like flame put to paper.

“And what?” Billy asks, demeanor changing almost instantly.

“I also invited Steve.” You squeak, hand darting into the ends of your hair that’s sitting just below your collarbone. Finger looping the loose strands nervously as you watch his facial expression distort into something you can’t quite explain.

“Ah, so you invited Harrington huh?” Billy clears his throat, the sides of his mouth curling up into a cat like grin as his eyes dart to the floor. He doesn’t say anything, just pushes past your small frame, walking back towards the living room. His hand reaching out to tap your shoulder twice.

“This’ll be real fun.” He mumbles out. A wave of anxiety rushing over you, causing you to trip over your own feet as you follow behind him.

Him and Steve are by no means friends, or even acquaintances. But since he’s coming along with Eddie you know Billy will at least tolerate it, especially since he’ll be buzzed the whole time. But Billy is also possessive, and very ego driven. He sees any other man in your life as competition, which means he’ll do 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 to prove that you’re his, even if it’s a little off the walls.

᪥♢𒊹༄♢𒊹༄♢᪥

Fast forward about an hour later. Eddie screeches up the road in his Corroded Coffin van, Steve in the passenger seat hanging his head out the window to hopefully catch a glimpse of you. Metallica’s For Whom The Bell Tolls blasting as they pull into Billy’s driveway causing you to come running outside to greet them, your denim shorts riding up your thighs again. You’re slow on your feet as you try to pull them down nonchalantly, Steve’s eyes meeting yours with a bright smile stretched across his face.

“Hey legs, been a minute!” He howls out to you. Billy standing about a foot or two away from you pressed against his Camaro. Cigarette hanging from his lips, eyebrows furrowed as he watches both boys hop out onto the pavement. He’s definitely not happy with the remark Steve let slip, but for your sake he keeps his mouth shut.

“Well hello there pretty girl.” Eddie says, avidly jogging up to you with a baggy in hand. Steve following alongside him.

Billy pushes himself off his Camaro, the look in his eyes making you a bit weary as his face never leaves theirs while making his way over to you. He brings a hand up to tightly wrap around your waist, squeezing it between his fingers while Steve and Eddie stand there in an awkward stance.

“Y’all come here to smoke, or gawk at my girl?” Billy spits, giving your waist another good squeeze. The one signal he has set just for you to know that he’s not the happiest camper, and is about to do something stupid because he doesn’t like what’s going on.

After all, Steve and Eddie have both seemed to be crushing on you since about Junior year. So you can’t really blame Billy for being somewhat defensive, but they are your friends and you only want to have a good time. You’d rather not have to clean up the mess after Billy decides it’s time to fight for something as small as a flirty comment.

“Alright alright.” You sigh, nudging him with your elbow.

“Let’s head to the backyard, it’s nice and peaceful back there. No one should bother us.” You smile, taking Billy’s hand in yours as you turn on your feet to lead the way.

You hear what sounds like muffled words behind you, knowing that it’s most likely Steve making small gestures to Eddie about you. All you can do is hope and pray that they’d be smart enough not to let Billy hear what you can’t make out. So you continue on till you get to the squeaky screen door, and Billy grabs your hips out of nowhere, and pushes you out onto the small strip of pavement. Causing you to stumble slightly, his fingers slip into the belt loops on either side of your shorts, and with one quick movement he’s turned you around so that you’re facing both Eddie and Steve.

“She’s a dime boys, that’s for sure.” Billy purrs directly into your ear as he places his chin on your shoulder, eyes glued to them as his fingers stay tightly laced into the loops on your shorts.

Billy’s comely face in your peripherals, you can’t help but notice that same odd expression he’d given you earlier making another appearance. You still can’t put your finger on what exactly is going on inside his head, but it probably isn’t good and it turns your stomach with anxiety.

You’re swiftly ripped from thought as he yanks hard on the small denim coils causing you to gasp, motioning you to sit down directly where you stand.

Eddie is already stretched out across from you, small black tray sat in his lap as he twists up a pinky sized joint. Steve’s body reclined against an old metal toolbox that Neil’s had sat outside for some months rusting away to nothing at this point.

You plop down onto the hard ground beneath you, Billy’s chest now pressed against your back. His callused hands resting on the tops of your thighs as your legs lay partially spread across the warm asphalt.

“Done!” Eddie shouts, holding up the joint he’s so clearly proud of between three fingers. Steve chuckling to himself, clapping for him like some teenagers at a Homecoming game.

“Good, spark it up Munson. Let’s get to buzzing before I change my mind.”

Billy exclaims, his words hanging in the air as his hands climb higher up your legs. His fingers gently pressing into your inner thighs. Rubbing random patterns into them with his thumbs, causing your cheeks to flush a dark shade of red.

The anxiety you were feeling earlier slowly starting to turn into regret, because he knows little things like this turn you on. And if you wouldn’t have called Eddie and Steve, you could’ve had his fingers buried inside you rather than teasing you in front of two of your best friends.

Eddie places the joint in his mouth, shielding it with one hand while he lights it with the other. Taking a long drag before reaching it out to you first.

You sit up so that you’re not completely confined to Billy, trying your best to keep composure as you grab the joint and bring it up to your mouth. But he pulls you right back into him. This time his hand reaches around your throat, causing you to let out a small whimper. Taking the joint into his fingers, he pulls it directly out of your mouth and holds it above your slightly agape lips.

“Hit it real slow, don’t stop until I tell you.”

Billy’s voice soft and sweet but coated in lust, you now know what’s been on his mind. 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡. That primal need to challenge others has taken over, and you know that this is just the beginning of what you can only assume is your punishment for not giving yourself over to him.

You watch as Eddie and Steve shoot each other a glance, Billy’s hand still wrapped around your throat while you lay there against him not sure of what to do or how to feel. You go to say something but it’s replaced with a breathless sigh as his grip tightens, fingers pressing deeper into the sides of your throat blocking off proper air flow.

“C’mon baby, we don’t wanna disappoint our guests now do we?”

He asks, his eyes dark with desire as he lowers the joint between your lips. Loosening his hold on your pulse points as his words travel through your body like electricity. A new feeling starting to rise up, one you’ve never felt before. And instead of pushing it down, you allow it to wash over you as you realize that whatever is going on here, 𝙖𝙡𝙡 of you are enjoying it.

So you take the hit, and blow it out real slow as Billy’s signature smirk engulfs his features. Pausing a minute to take a hit himself, before handing it over to Steve. He focuses his attention back onto you.

“Good girl.”

He chuckles, glinting over at Eddie and Steve as he removes his hand from your throat. Now placing his fingers on both sides of your face. Moving your head all around, squishing your cheeks together as if to show you off to them in some smart ass way.

“Ain’t she the prettiest when she does what she’s told?”

You begin to squirm again, glimpsing over at the boys you once looked at so innocently. Their faces flushed, eyes glazed over at the sight of your shorts rolled so far up your thighs that they’re pressing into you.

It’s making you ache, the thought of them seeing you so vulnerable and desperate. It’s dirty and off putting but you can’t help but relish in the the moment. Even though you’ve been friends with them for so long, you can’t act as if you’ve not enjoyed the attention from them. All three boys so attractive in their own ways, it’s hard not to let your mind wander to places it normally wouldn’t.

All the filthy things flashing through your mind is driving you crazy, causing your thighs to unconsciously try and clamp together, searching for any kind of friction. But Billy notices almost instantly and brings a harsh smack down onto both of your legs. Tsking through his teeth.

“I don’t think so slut.” He hisses, wrapping both of his hands around the tops of your knees. Putting just enough pressure on them to where you can’t move.

“Don’t go getting greedy on me. That’s not what good bitches do, is it?”

The mix of praise and degrading words being spat into your ear as you lie there helpless are making you feel like you’re melting. Skin hot to the touch as Billy’s fingers slip into the bend of your knees, and pull them up towards your chest. Forcing them to stay there. Daring you to move.

“Billy.. Please-“ You whine, words beginning to crack in your throat as Steve cuts you off. He starts to stand up and say something to Billy, but he is instantly met with Billy all but shouting at him to sit back down.

Steve’s mouth hangs open, glancing to Eddie as he slowly sits back down. Placing his head into his hands for a moment before bursting out with, “What exactly are you trying to prove Hargrove?”

Billy completely avoids the question. Sadistic laughter filling in the infelicitous silence that had been there a second before.

“You see this?” Billy banters. Replacing his hands with one of his forearms, still holding your legs to you. Your brain starting to feel like it’s short circuiting as the pads of Billy’s fingers start to outline the crease where the shorts are sitting pressed into your core. The fluffy print of your pussy on display for everyone to see.

“This is mine to use.” He pauses, glaring at both of them with a devilish grin plastered on his face. Making sure their attention is on him as his fingers continue to gently glide up and down your pussy through the tough fabric that’s still straining against you. A little wet spot starting to form right in the middle as you grind your hips thoughtlessly into his hand. Every nerve in your body feeling like it has been set on fire.

“You cucks think it’s fine to sit and fuck her with your eyes, or whisper back and forth like a couple bitches at a sleepover about how bad you wanna get into her pants. So.. I’m gonna show you why that’ll never fucking happen.”

His words have your head spinning, not knowing whether to try and fight this or let it happen. Mind telling you no, but the throbbing between your legs screaming yes as you’re sat writhing from desperation. It’s becoming unbearable.

Steve is speechless, he doesn’t say a word. But the look of pure confusion and sexual frustration on his face matches Eddie’s perfectly as you look to both of them, scanning how they react as Billy continues to tease you in front of them.

Billy moves his head down, pressing his lips against your neck. Placing sloppy kisses anywhere that his mouth can reach, feeling your wetness continue to soak through against his fingers. He lets his tongue drag a long stripe back up your jawline. Teeth nipping at your skin as his breath picks up, his cock starting to strain against his zipper. You can feel just how hard he is right against your lower back.

You’re lost in the moment, feeling all eyes on you as you lay there a whimpering mess against Billy’s chest. Your hands grasping at anything within reach, Billy’s legs. His arms, wrists.. But then you remember something. One of the things that seems to drive him off the deep end in the bedroom.

That gorgeous head of hair. It is one of his many weaknesses when it comes to you. So you decide to take this as an opportunity to get him back.

You lift your hand to Billy’s face. Gently grazing the stubbled skin before lacing your fingers into his hair. Tugging at the soft curls, twisting them between your fingers as a low growl rumbles in his throat making you smirk to yourself. But all it gets you in return is a loss of sensation.

He quickly drops your knees, letting the back of your legs hit the rough ground beneath you.

“Well now that I’ve got your attention, I think it’s time for the real show.”

He’s toying with them. Saying anything he can to further manipulate the situation to his liking as he places a hand on the ground beside him. Moving his head back and to the side a bit to get a good look at your face.

You look up at him, not a word is spoken or a thought behind your eyes. All you can do is wonder what will happen next. And without warning he grabs your jaw pulling your face to his. His eyes threatening to swallow you up as his tongue darts out to wet the vulgar words that fall from his lips.

“Open your legs, and show them that this cunt belongs to me.”

He gives you a small kiss before pushing your head back with his hand, watching as you slowly start to move your hands down your body. Doing exactly as you’re told.

Steve and Eddie are practically drooling. You and Billy both know they’ve been dying to see you all riled up and ready to fuck, but it never occurred to them that it’d be anything like this. Both boys are star struck, hard ons very noticeable in their pants. Eyes never leaving you as you unbutton your shorts.

You can’t help but giggle at how sexy they look all hot and bothered at the sight of you.

So you decide to put on somewhat of a show yourself, moving your hands back up your body painfully slow. Teasing your nipples through the thin fabric of your tank top before lifting it to reveal your breasts to them. Leaning yourself all the way back against Billy, giving them a good view as you waste no time slipping your shorts down a bit. The thin straps of the thong you’re wearing sitting on top of your hip bones.

Billy hums in approval, taking his bottom lip between his teeth as he brings his hands up to cup your breasts. Pinching your nipples between his fingers. Steve and Eddie watching like their lives depended on what happens next.

You know that they’re going feral trying not to touch themselves. So you moan Billy's name, giving them a little taste of what it’d be like to have their name on your lips instead.

“Good fucking girl.”

He smiles. Pressing a kiss to your cheek as he brings two fingers up to his mouth, coating them in saliva before pushing them into your underwear.

Your back arches as one of his fingers begins wandering your folds, sliding it up and down real slow just to get a rise out of you. Admiring the fact that all of this is just for him as he collects your juices, gliding them up to your clit as he replaces one finger with two. Rubbing small circles into the ball of nerves with the tips of his middle and ring finger.

You can feel him smirking against your skin as he picks up the pace causing your face to contort as you throw your head back in overwhelming pleasure. Heat waves falling over your body as Billy’s cock continues to press into your lower back, making you chase your high even more. Starting to grind yourself against his hand.

“You like having your pussy played with in front of your friends? Huh?”

Billy grunts into your ear. Moving his hand side to side against your clit now, the sounds of slick coated skin filling the air around you as you whine out. Your body starting to tremble uncontrollably as your first orgasm immediately washes over you.

“Answer me you fucking whore.” Billy spits, tapping your clit with his fingers harshly. Causing a broken moan to leave your lips.

“Y-Yes I like it. Please just-“

“Just what? Take it easy on you?” He asks, chuckling to himself as he presses his hand flat against you. Cupping your pussy before pushing two fingers deep inside you without warning. The sudden stretching of your walls causing you to let out a loud yelp.

“Awhh sweetheart. Don’t you know that whores don’t get a say so?”

He hisses through his teeth, a strained groan pooling out of him as he feels your walls clench around his fingers.

“That’s what I like yeah.” He sighs out.

His fingers pulling in and out of you at a quick pace. Loving every sound, every pretty face you make at how good his fingers feel inside you.

He glances over at Steve, then to Eddie. Shooting both of them a wink as he continues to plow your pussy with his fingers, once again showing them just how much control he has over you as your moans reverberate through their heads. The images of you all fucked out staining their memory.

You squeeze your eyes shut. Trying to adjust to his fingers pumping in and out so fast but the sound of him curling them inside you is obvious at how wet you are. You can feel it dripping down your inner thighs as your body begins to tense. That familiar feeling rising in the pit of your stomach again as he hits that sweet spot over and over.

“F-Fuck Billy, I think I’m gonna-“

“Cum? Yeah I thought so.”

Billy smiles ear to ear as he wraps his free hand around your throat adding a third finger inside you. Another yelp escaping your lips as he pushes them as deep as they’ll go. Now knuckle deep inside you, he continues at that same pace. Your juices starting to splash up onto his wrist.

“That’s a good fucking slut, cum all over my fingers. Put on a good show for me and these fucking pussies you call friends.”

Billy’s words jumble together in your mind as everything goes fuzzy, seeing nothing but white as your whole body goes into a state of euphoria. Small whimpers breaking through your lips as Billy pulls his hand out of your underwear, wiping your cum off on his pants leg while you lay there lifeless against him.

᪥♢𒊹༄♢𒊹༄♢᪥

“Holy shit.” Steve mumbles. Eddie sitting on the other side of him with a blank stare on his face.

Billy claps his hands together, causing Eddie to jump a bit as he snaps out of the little trance he’s been in for the last two and a half hours.

“What’sa matter Munson? Cat got your tongue?”

He blinks a couple times, sucking in a sharp breath. Not saying anything as he glances over at Steve.

They both stand up adjusting their waistbands. Trying their best to not make anything more awkward than it already is.

“It was uh, nice to see you.” Steve blurts out, looking down at you as Eddie gathers his tray and lighter off the ground.

You’re still out of breath, brain foggy as fuck as you lie there unable to form any kind of sentence or argument. So you wave them off, completely melted into Billy’s arms as they’re tightly wrapped around you.

“Hope it was worth it boys.” Billy yells out to them with a loud chuckle following after.

No longer hearing their footsteps, the sound of Eddie’s van squeals off in the distance.

Billy’s ego is absolutely off the walls as he lays his head against yours, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.

“Maybe this’ll teach you not to invite people over without my permission.”

“Yeah 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚."

#billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove x reader #stranger things smut #dacre montgomery #billy hargrove #billy hargove imagine #stranger things #dacre montgomery smut #stranger things imagine

[little-bumblebeeee]

Hey ! Can I requestJason Dean x reader (she/her) where the reader is getting a lot of male attention and Jason get jealous, but reader calm him down and assure him that she love him ect...

Hey!! Sorry it took so long, I'm back in school and it's taking up quite a bit of my time, but I do try to put in a little bit each day when I do have time :) I realize you probably meant that JD and reader (most likely you ;P) were already together, but I went the friends to lovers route :>

JD watches as Kurt and Ram stand on either side of you, leaning next to your locker with sly smiles on their faces. He doesn't care what they're saying, he doesn't care what you're saying. He wants them out of his sight and away from you, he wants them gone. You quickly notice his gaze, dipping between Kurt and Ram grateful to get away from those two as you rush over to your best friend

"Hey, I was wondering where you were!" You say as he keeps his gaze off of you, a sour expression on his face as he closes his locker a little too hard, making some freshman next to him flinch like a gunshot just went off before scrambling away. You know something is wrong immediately as he doesn't act like this often. "Hey, what's going on?" You ask him, leaning back against the locker next to him, leaning so your face comes into his vision. JD takes a deep breath through his nose, trying not to lash out at you, as he knows you did nothing wrong. But he can't stop the fire burning within him, up his back and chest and into his brain, making his whole intentions fuzzy with pure anger. He shouldn't be this jealous over his best- and only- friend, you should be able to flirt with people, be flirted with, go on dates with anyone you want without him hating them with a burning passion that rivals even the hottest flames of hell.

"JD, come on. Are you alright?" You ask him. You have no idea what gets him like this, you just hope it's not something you did. He takes a couple deep breaths, scrunching his eyes shut. His chest feels like it's caving in, just breathe, in and out, in and out, in and- fuck it. "No, why would I be? All the time, I have to watch guys flock to you like you're some sort of goddess, I can't stand it!" He says, hitting his locker by accident. Well, you think it's an accident. "What? You're not my boyfriend, you have no right to be jealous of guys that I don't even like." You say, crossing your arms. It pains you to say it, but it was a knee-jerk reaction. One that you wish you could've thought about, because now you kinda seem like a jerk to the boy you like who also just happens to be your best friend. He sighs, rolling his eyes and running his hands through his hair. "But I want to be. That's the whole damn point, I don't want to watch these guys crowd around you all the time, call me selfish but I want it to just be me." He says.

You're stunned, you can feel your face go both cold and hot at the same time, you don't even know what to do. "What?" You finally manage to say. "Yes!" He says in an exasperated tone of voice. The bell rings and he walks away, only for you to follow him. "JD, come on, don't just walk away!" You say, and you can't help the smile tugging at the corners of your lips. When you finally catch up to him, he looks even more annoyed than before, and this time it is kind of at you. "Why the hell are you smiling? This is funny to you?" He spits, and you smile only wider."Im tired of them too, but that's not the point." You say. JD looks kind of pissed, but he's going to listen to what you say, because you're the only person he'd ever trust, and he doesn't want to change that now. "The point is, that I love you, Jason." You tell him. His whole face becomes one of shock and just.. awe. "What." He says, it doesn't even sound like a question.

"I said I love you. And only you. So-" You start, but the bell rings again. The halls are empty and the school security guard starts to do that slow waddle/walk thing towards you both, so you both bolt in separate directions and try to get to class before you're caught without hall passes. You might have gotten to class late, and your teacher is totally pissed, but you could really care less.

#heathers the musical #heathers #heathers movie #jd heathers #jd x reader #jason dean #jason dean x reader #jason dean imagine #heathers fanfic #oh hello little anon

[nedjsmlfavs]

So Derision Broke Me…

Derision (Miraculous S5E14) made some choices that fundamentally broke Marinette’s character for me to the point where I’m having trouble motivating myself to keep writing for this fandom. I figured I’d write down my thoughts and see if that helped me get into a headspace where I can ignore this episode like I do any other writing choices I’m not fond of. If anyone has some words of wisdom, I'd love to hear them.

In Derision, we learn that Marinette has some serious trauma surrounding love. When she was 13, she confessed her love to Kim and was rewarded with a box full of spiders. This “prank” understandably left her traumatized and shaken to her core. In response to that trauma, she vowed to never confess her love to another boy. Not unless she knew everything about him.

This “prank” and several others are revealed to be the fault of Chloé. As for why she’s doing this, well, we’re never given a reason why Marinette is the target. However, we are told the motivation for Chloé’s actions. Rose blames them on the fact that Chloé was abandoned by her mother. Mylène responds to this observation by pointing out that she was also abandoned by her mother, but that didn’t turn her into a bully! Which is a fair point. People react differently to trauma and trauma doesn’t justify bad behavior or undo the effects of those bad behaviors. At the most, trauma explains why the behavior is happening. A lesson that Miraculous has given us before.

In the character Félix’s titular episode, Félix shows up and starts treating Adrien poorly. This leads to this exchange between Adrien and Plagg:

Plagg: What's up with that cousin of yours? First, he searches through your things, and then, the most unforgivable thing of all, he squashes my hunk of goat's cheese under your pillow! I'd been maturing that baby for two weeks! Do you realize? Two whole weeks! Adrien: Listen, Plagg. Félix lost his dad not so long ago, he's probably not himself. Plagg: I'm sorry, but there's just no excuse! You never touch my cheese, and yet, you just lost your mother not so long ago, right?

And, once again, this is a fair observation! The fact that Félix’s father died does not justify Felix trying to ruin Adrien’s life. All it does is explain his motivation. 

Trauma does not excuse hurting others. When trauma has negative effects on us, it’s up to us to work through those feelings either on our own or, ideally, with the help of loved ones and therapists. We are never justified in lashing out at innocents who had nothing to do with our trauma.

This brings us to the topic of Marinette. 

The fact that Marinette has trauma around romance does not justify her treatment of Adrien. Breaking into his home, trying to sabotage his relationship with Kagami, and all of her other obsessive behaviors are not okay just because she was traumatized by Kim. If Chloe and Felix are not excused by their trauma, then neither is she.

So why am I only bothered by this now?

Because, before this episode, Marinette’s behavior was very clearly a joke. It was, in my opinion, a bad joke, but it was a joke and, when it comes to writing, jokes have to be looked at differently than things that are played straight.

Miraculous relies heavily on absurdist humor. That’s why you’ve got an episode where Adrien and his teenage friends throw an unchaperoned party attended by a bunch of random adults. A thing that would be horrifying and upsetting in reality, but is fine in the show because it’s clearly played as being ridiculous and over the top. I mean, just look at this scene. Anyone taking this seriously has clearly lost the plot.

Marinette’s obsession fell under the same category. Something that would be very wrong in reality, but was obviously being played up for laughs. I was always under the impression that, without the absurdist humor, she’d be significantly toned down and that’s why I just sort of tolerated it in the show. Not my idea of a good joke, but clearly a joke so meh. I can overlook it while watching the show and, when writing her, I can be true to her character while not including this level of obsession because I don’t write crack fic.

Derision changed that. It took 4.5 seasons of questionable jokes and tried to justify them. And that? That is a terrible idea. Because there is no justification for Marinette’s behavior just like there is no justification for Chloe’s behavior in the exact same episode. What they’re doing is wrong and, at best, their trauma explains their behavior. It does not justify it.

Plus, hey, remember how Derision said Kim was a terrible person for laughing at Marinette’s trauma? Isn’t that the exact same thing that we’ve all unknowingly been doing for 4.5 seasons? Kinda makes it hard to rewatch old episodes where her crush was played for laughs, doesn’t it? I hope you’ve never laughed over Marinette’s behavior because, if you have, you’ve been making fun of her trauma and so have the writers.

And that sums up why this episode really bothers me. I either have to ignore a character’s trauma or I have to accept that her trauma has apparently made her unhinged and address it. Because if her behavior is not a bad joke, then the salters are right and Marinette is a total creep. I’m trying my hardest to choose option one, but I’m struggling.

It’s not that Marinette is the only character with questionable behavior. Adrien as Chat Noir is often written as overly persistent and obnoxious when it comes to his crush. It’s not great behavior, but it’s not a consistent characterization nor is it a major flaw. I can fix it with a quick character arc about boundaries or ignore it and (in my head) say that arc happened off screen because I have no doubt that this sort of common teenage issue could be overcome with relative ease. Because when Chat Noir is put in a situation where he could clearly violate Ladybug’s boundaries? He doesn’t. He is, ultimately, respectful. He just needs to be told that respect is more than listening to the explicit “no”.

Deep-seated trauma that leads to stalking? That’s not a minor flaw. It’s a major issue that reveals the need for psychological intervention. I’m not gonna give that to a teenager and fix it with the power of friendship and communication. Nor will I give the stalker her prize. I’m gonna keep him safe because, if Marinette has this level of romance-based trauma, then she is not mentally well enough to be a relationship with someone.

You see, I’ve had people with obsessive crushes who violated my boundaries. A loved one of mine had to get the police involved because of someone’s crush on them. Stalking and obsessive behavior is not a joke. It’s traumatizing, but even though I have that trauma, Miraculous never bothered me because of how the stalking was played as a joke.

Joke's over, though. As of Derision, we are supposed to take Marinette's behavior at face value.

So, yeah. I don’t know where I go from here. It’s been a week and I just have no desire to ever touch Marinette again. If anyone has some words of advice, I’d love to hear them. And I’m sorry, but it may be a while before anything of mine updates.

#miraculous salt #marinette salt #ml season 5 #ml derision #derision salt #derision spoilers #ml derision spoilers #ml s5 spoilers #ml writing salt #ml season 5 salt #miraculous season 5

[luveline]

happy 31k, lovely jade♥︎ if it pleases you, could i please request such a strange girl and i need a ride with my love bassist!remus? maybe someone made a comment online about her personality/the way she dresses and she gets really upset and tries changing to be better for remus? up to you though of course lovely

join luveline's halloween party ♡

thank u!! and tysm for ur req ♡ bassist!remus x ditzy!fem!reader

You're crying when Remus gets home. He's only ever seen you cry a handful of times, and each is as achingly awful as the first.

"Dove, what's going on?"

For a moment he worries you're leaving him. You've gathered all your clothes, lots and lots of clothes, your shoes, even your underwear, into a pile on the floor, and are kneeling with a hand pressed to either cheek. But there's no bags being packed, just you and your tears.

"What have you lost?" he asks gently, rounding your pile of things to bend at the waist and steal your face, transference from your hands to his. He thumbs at your cheeks, hot tears kissing his palms. "Don't cry so much, sweetheart, we'll find whatever it is."

You suck in a shaky breath. "I haven't lost anything. M'just- m'just..." Tears pool in your eyes, your eyebrows pulling together in a delicate distress.

Remus still has his bass on his back, the heavy weight of its case pressing into his spine as he drops onto his knees and wipes your fresh tears. He hadn't had time to put it down.

"What's the matter?" he asks, employing his best stern tone.

He finds it very difficult to be stern with you and often times you don't pay any mind anyhow, but your face screws a little tighter and you press your cheek to his hand.

"There's a blog page about me. About my outfits."

His stomach turns into a pit. "Right."

"They said I must be stark-raving mad to dress like this. N' you must be worse, to stay with me."

"Right," he says again. Remus doesn't get very angry these days, but he's propelled toward rage rather quickly at your admission.

"So I'm getting rid of all my weird clothes." Your voice cracks cruelly in the very worst place.

He uses his thumb to guide your chin up. "Dove. Do you like how you dress?"

"I don't want to be weird."

"But do you like how you dress?"

You nod sadly.

"Then you don't have to change."

Your chest heaves with a badly contained sob. Remus shushes you gently and pulls you toward his neck, wrapping a placating arm across the tops of your shoulders to keep you close. He hates how cruel people are, he hates that you've been ridiculed by people who don't know a single thing about you, and he really hates how your shoulders shake under his hands.

"I love how you dress," he murmurs, lips pressed to the top of your head. "Love everything about you."

"Why?"

"What do you mean, why? I just do. I love all your pretty skirts, your blouses, your funny t-shirts." He speaks slowly, letting each declaration sink in before continuing to the next. "I love how weird you can be. Weird isn't bad, it's fun. And on you, it's beautiful."

Your hands grab at his waist familiarly. He loves this, too, the selfish way you hug, how you want to be touching all of his torso at the same time.

"Are you sure?"

He hums. "Mh-hm. Put me on the stand, I'll say the same thing." He kisses the top of your head.

He doesn't suppose his reassurances can erase the humiliation that comes with being a spectacle online like that. He's so mad about it he's trying not to think of it, wondering who he can't talk to about getting stuff like that taken down. Lily will know somebody who knows somebody, but if it happened once it'll happen again.

He waits for you to calm down. He doesn't mind that it takes a long time, that you wind yourself back up midway through, hiding in his hair. When you're mostly quiet, Remus encourages your head back enough to see your tearstained face again.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

You nod and kiss him. It's a very sweet kiss as most of your kisses are, chaste but firm, the dampness on your cheek pressing to his as you push that little bit closer.

"Sorry for making a mess," you apologise.

He frowns at your thick voice. "That's alright," he soothes, hand running down your arm. "But, if you really wanna make it up to me, there's something we can do."

You nod eagerly. That's how you end up in a three hour fashion show, mixing and matching different pieces and styles. Some outfits are surprisingly lovely, some are downright awful.

Remus takes a picture of his favourite ensemble.

It's a biased choice. You're wearing a Marauders t-shirt from the last tour and a midi skirt he adores, your black tights with tiny hearts made of a darker denier hiding underneath. All trace of upset has been erased by an unending wave of praise and stolen kisses. You're beaming.

He posts the photo on his socials with a simple caption, 'stark raving mad about you,' and turns his phone off completely. If anybody needs him, he'll be busy kissing you silly, weird clothes included.

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin #remus lupin x y/n #marauders era #marauders #remus lupin x fem!reader #rockstar!au #rockstar!remus #bassist!remus #the marauders fanfiction #the marauders fanfic #the marauders #fem!reader #luveline's halloween party

[szollibisz]

do u have any HCs abt mama mega and Curt and Tatiana… they are SO important to me as a little family

yessss i love them dearly <3

Tatiana is one of those people who don't like making a huge deal out of their birthdays, but Curt knows Mrs. Mega would absolutely go overboard in celebrating it. So him and Tati keep saying random dates hoping she'll forget them eventually (both of them feel kind of bad about it, but not enough to not do it) But Mrs. Mega catches on, and one day calls them out on it and they just both end up sitting there like little kids getting scolded by their mom. When they come clean about why they did it, Mrs. Mega tells them that they should've just told her. She still ends up making Tatiana's birthdays a bigger deal than she wants them to, but she is toned down compared to herself. She also wishes her a happy bday on all the fake dates they gave her, just to remind them.

Curt and Tatiana are generally pretty physically affectionate with each other, but keep that to a minimum when Mrs. Mega is around in fear that she will marry them right then and there.

Tatiana isn't used to good food, she'll honestly just eat whatever is in front of her. She also has a habit of not reheating leftovers if she's tired, and sometimes either Curt or his mom catch her eating cold 3 days old leftovers and they both have the exact same disapproving expression.

Mrs. Mega is a super active member of basically any elderly club in the area, be that bingo, dancing, knitting etc. Which comes with a lot of drama. Whenever she gets back from a controversy-filled day, she always tells Curt and Tatiana in detail. At first Curt thinks it's really embarrassing, but seeing how Tatiana is amused, he also starts to get into it. Like Really into it. That guy would be soooo bitchy and gossipy if he actually had a social life. In the end the 3 of them just gossip about elderly ladies and their affairs over dinner every time they get together.

If Tatiana's mom and Mrs. Mega met they would instantly become besties, but they would also argue every 2 seconds.

Tatiana sleeps the most calmly when she's in the safehouse. It was one of the first places she truly felt safe and relaxed in after being on the run for so long, and that feeling never went away. Also Mrs. Mega absolutely has 500 blankets and pillows in that house, so it's kind of impossible to not sleep super cozily. Plus Tati has her personal space heater (Curt) if the blankets don't suffice

Speaking of heat, Tati has pretty bad tolerance for it, so she doesn't really visit Guadalupe during the summer

Curt and Tatiana have a lot of mental issues due to all the violence they've done witnessed and endured. After Owen "died" Curt didn't have anyone who understood that aspect of his life. And for Tatiana, some other girls she was trained alongside with were genuinely her friends, but after she escaped she really couldn't contact anyone she knew, nor make civil friends, lest she puts them in danger. So they are super important to each other when dealing with extended effects of espionage™. Comforting each other, keeping Curt out of his depressive spirals, and helping Tatiana adjust to a normal life.

Tatiana, growing up in the soviet union, is not used to a lot of the new modern stuff in the us. She reads a lot of magazines and tells Curt to buy himself whatever caught her eyes that day. He has to tell her that no, he's not getting a second washing machine or a second fridge, just because it's "really cool"

IIIiiiiiii could go on, but I am tired, so I won't. Hope you like these.

#i am so fond of these guys #spies are forever #tin can bros #saf #agent curt mega #tatiana slozhno #mrs. mega #szol's spy rambles #ask box moment

[nobibiname]

Ever wondered why the Elucien arguments pulling out Sarah’s 2016 interview and Facebook comment (yeah that one after ACOMAF came out) are SO annoying? 🙄

Ok so I ended up in a TikTok comment section today (yes I know that was my first mistake) and it occurred to me, we are once again not on the same page about some fundamental ideas on writing. The OP argued Sarah hasn’t changed her mind on the next books &elucien and that she said so in an interview after ACOSF.

Ok, but there’s a huge GLARING problem with that.

Basically, a writer makes promises in the text. I’m paraphrasing Sanderson here (I watch his lectures for fun, even tho I don’t write cuz I’m a dork) so he was talking about the first chapter and prologue of a book, or movie… but if you’re writing a multi-book epic, then you’re probably going to make promises about plots and characters of your future books, right?

So what are these promises? Basically what kind of book it is, plot&trope hints, the tone, goals, journeys and obstacles.

Ok back to SJM: why is the argument that “she said Elucien and hasn’t changed her mind infuriating? Because she made different promises in the books. And that is what Elriels mean when we say “set up”.

I mean just from the amount of interactions, Elriel have more than Elucien.. not to mention the warmth, positivity and thoughtfulness she put into their interactions over seriously 4 books. The promises are crystal clear: there is a romance that started as friendship==plot, but she has a bond w/someone else==obstacle, and Rhys forbade it in a moment resulting in her thinking he rejected her, but he didn’t == twist.

These promises need to be addressed, resolved, fulfilled. Is there something even CLOSE to this kind of story promise existing for Elucien?

I have seriously seen people claim that Elucien are both “friends to lovers” AND “enemies to lovers”…. These cannot both be true, like come on… you’re not even sure what kind of story they promise to be? You’re not sure what kinds of promises Sarah made about Elucien?

Why are you not sure? Because it’s not in the text. My personal view is that Elucien is neither… if they happen it’s kind of worse than either trope, they’re certainly not friends, they are at best indifferent to each other and at worst resentful. Mmmm … delicious “indifferent to lovers” 🫠

On a serious note, I don’t “hate” Elucien, but SJM hasn’t made a single promise in the text that I can quote in here that would make me excited about them. He gave her gifts that she didn’t throw away…. ?? Really?… she made a half step toward him… once… no, just no! And that’s how I feel, regardless if “Lulu deserves love”… sure he does, then write a love interest that brings out flirty firey fox boy from book1 and I’m on board 🫡 ….and don’t try to convince me after 4 books of a tepid nothing that all along it was Elain. Because. I. Don’t. Buy. It.

And my last point (I swear!) why did I get my panties all up in a twist… basically this: a writer makes promises IN THE TEXT, and if what you are saying in interviews directly CONTRADICTS your actual text, then you kinda have a problem. … at that point either you’re a bad writer, or you can’t blindly trust an interview from 7 years ago, it’s outdated!

The great GRRM himself said how often his “gardening style” of writing led to character arcs and romantic pairings changing… so why don’t we start treating Sarah as an adult author, and trust the text, and not an old interview?

It also comes down to trust. You don’t wanna be left feeling like “hmmm this doesn’t feel real, I don’t buy it” it takes you out of the text, and it happens when an author messes up promise-delivery . When an author foreshadows well, and sets up the story with their promises, still manages to surprise us while keeping the promises… well I trust THAT PERSON to tell me the most satisfying story.

#rant post #elriel #bad arguments that make me mad #why I can’t love Elucien even if it isn’t horrible

[joekeeryswife]

Just a best friend - E.M

i’m having a bad day so enjoy some angst 😍. idk if i’m gonna do a part two but i probably will because this was one of the most awful imagines i’ve ever made and it has a lot of mistakes but enjoy i guess <3

Eddie Munson was your best friend. he’d been your best friend since you were 7 years old, he was 9 and nothing had ever separated the two of you. not when he became the freak, not when you got into high school and people called him a devil worshipper, none of it bothered you because you knew the real Eddie. now, you were quite popular in the school and you’d always wondered why, maybe it was because you were a cheerleader who was actually nice to people but you hung out with Eddie sometimes but people still treated you nicely.

you had developed a crush on Eddie when you were 14 and the feelings had only progressed from the moment you realised. the only people who knew were Chrissy, your cheerleading friend and Robin. Robin had also been your friend for a while (since you were both 13) and she had kept the secret from Eddie the minute she found out, you also worked with Robin at family video which was always a bonus. both Robin and Chrissy encouraged you to tell Eddie your feelings but you never did. you didn’t want to ruin what you already had with him and you knew telling him your feelings would ruin that.

it was a Friday afternoon and you were at your locker collecting your English book, which was thankfully the last lesson of the day, with Robin by your side pestering you about Eddie. “c’mon y/n, you have to tell him some day, it’ll just make you feel worse keeping them in for any longer” she said in a pleading tone. she begged you practically every day to tell Eddie your feelings for him because she would say she was ‘99.9% sure he also felt the same way’. “Rob come on now, you know i can’t do that” you replied, closing your locker after getting the book.

“look i’ll make you a deal. i’ll tell Vickie how i feel once you’ve told Eddie how you feel. i know you want me to get it out as well so i’m willing to risk everything for you to tell him and you definitely shouldn’t be scared because i know he likes you back dingus” she said, as you both walked to English. it was true, Vickie and Robin were so cute together and you wanted them to be together so badly. you sighed loudly and stopped walking to look at her. “god- fine i will. i’m going to his tonight so i’ll tell him then but you better do it Robin. i’m not joking” you said nervously as you heard a loud squeal come from her.

she wrapped her arms around you and jumped around in excitement. “thank you thank you. now dingus i know you’re scared but please don’t be. i’m 99.9% sure he feels the same way” she said those words again. “yeah yeah whatever” you said jokingly as you both walked down the hallway which was still filled with students. you both spoke about how you were working tomorrow and how she was definitely going to find out about how it went tomorrow.

after English was done and school was finished for the weekend. you walked to the car park and saw Eddie waiting at his van, cigarette in his mouth as he waited for you to come out. every Friday without fail you and Eddie would either go to your house or his trailer for a movie night and tonight was definitely the perfect time to tell him your feelings. Eddie’s posture changed once he saw you walking towards him. “hi love, how was English?” he said, pulling you into a tight hug. “hi Eds, it was okay, Mrs Lane just has such a monotone voice i always almost fall asleep. she needs to liven up a bit” you joked making Eddie laugh out loud.

“she does have a boring voice. but come on, i have the exorcist at home” he said, pulling away from the hug and opening the door for you to get in. you said a small ‘thank you’ before he closed the van door carefully. you and Eddie talked about school as he drove to the trailer park, your nerves building up as you got closer and closer to his trailer until finally you stopped outside. “ahh home sweet home” he said as you both got out the van and walked towards the trailer. it was October time and it was starting to get darker earlier. it was already getting dark when you were leaving school, now it was practically pitch black, making you even more nervous to watch this terrifying horror film.

Eddie walked in first and headed straight for the kitchen to grab any snacks he had and you walked to the living room. you were thinking of the perfect time to spill your secret but no time came up. “make yourself at home princess. you want a blanket?” he asked as he watched you sit down on the sofa. “sure, i can get it-” you said before Eddie interrupted you. “nope, i’ll get it just put the tape in please?” he said, walking to his bedroom to get a blanket. you nodded your head and put the tape in the VHS player and waited for Eddie to come back.

he came and sat next to you, blanket and snacks in hand which he chucked all over you. “god Eds be careful” you joked as he pulled you into his arms making you tense slightly. you prayed Eddie wouldn’t notice and you assumed he didn’t because he didn’t say anything, he just kept his arm around your shoulders as he watched the tv screen.

you eyes were on the screen but your mind wasn’t watching the movie, it was focusing on the arm around your shoulders and how you were gonna tell Eddie how you felt. Eddie must have realised you were in your thoughts because he pulled you out of them by speaking to you.

“you okay princess? you’re acting strange” he said, his hand stroking your arm gently sending shivers through your body. you coughed before turning to him. this was it. this was finally the time you were going to tell the boy you’ve loved for so many years your feelings. “i just- i have to tell you something Eds” you said, sitting up from the sofa and grabbing his hands, your palms were sweaty and your nerves were building up more and more.

“what’s up? you’re scaring me” Eddie said as he paused the tape, turning his full attention to you. you took a deep breath before looking directly into his eyes. “im

in love with you Eddie.” you said, relief filling your body as you finally let your feelings be out in the open. “i- what?” Eddie said, eyes wide in shock as he heard you say this. “i love you. this isn’t a joke and i’ve been feeling like this for a while. i’ve been wanting to tell you for ages but i just didn’t know how” you replied, eyes still looking into his. although there was relief in your body, there was still the lingering nerves as you awaited his response.

“y/n sweetheart, you know i love you” he said, his hand squeezing yours tightly. excitement filled your body as he finished that sentence but you didn’t let it be known to him you were excited. “but i’m not in love with you like that. you’re my best friend and i’m so sorry that you feel that way bur i don’t feel the same way you do sweetheart” he carried on, the excitement from your body leaving immediately. embarrassment and shame now filled you. how could you be so stupid? of course he didn’t love you like that. “oh” you whispered as you let your head fall to look at your lap, tears filling your eyes, blurring your vision.

you let go of his hand and stood up, hoping he couldn’t see the tears now spilling from your eyes. “i- i need to go, my mums probably worried” you said, voice cracking slightly as you gathered your things quickly, wanting to leave the trailer right then and there. Eddie followed you around as you slipped on your shoes and walked out the trailer door as fast as you could. “no wait. y/n, sweetheart you have to understand-” “no i get it, i’ll see you around Eddie” you said, slipping your bag over your shoulder as you walked up the pathway.

“at least let me drive you home y/n. you can’t walk home in the dark, i’d hate myself if something happened to you” he shouted after you, guilt filling his body. “i’m good thanks” you shouted back, he knew you were crying, he could hear the tears in your voice as your figure got smaller and smaller as you walked further away from him. you kept your sobs quiet as you walked home but you didn’t stop the tears falling. you had never been so embarrassed in all your life and he was the last person you’d thought you’d be embarrassed in front of. it was safe to say you definitely not going back to his for movie night any time soon.

#fanfiction #imagines #eddie my beloved #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson imagines #eddie x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson angst #joseph quinn character #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn blurb #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn imagines #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn imagine #stranger things

[jeonaachu]

Campsite || MYG

Genre: Married couple, fluff, workplace romance

Pairing: Min Yoongi × Fem. OC

Word count: 1.6k+

Summary: Seol is angry at her workaholic husband because he forgot a cozy date night.

A/n: This is my first time writing on Tumblr and I'm still trying to make sense of things so I really don't know what to expect 😭

"Okay, everyone! It's time to partner up!” The loud voice of the department head, Ms.Song attracts the attention of all the employees sitting around the huge bonfire.

“Partner?” Someone questions from behind.

Ms. Song adjusts her glasses and looks at the person, clearing her throat. “We don’t have many tents so two people will have to share one.” Once the announcement was done, most of the people pair up with either their significant others or best friends and start pitching their tents, leaving Seol, Yoongi, Ms. Song and a few others still sitting around the fire. 

Seol looks over at Yoongi and he looks over at her before she looks away. 

Sigh.

“What’s with you two? Go pitch your tent.” Ms. Song comments, using her finger to gesture between both of them after witnessing all the cold gazes Seol had looked at Yoongi with this entire trip.

A huff leaves her mouth, arms folded across her chest. “I don’t want to share a tent with him,” She gives Yoongi a sharp glare causing the male to let out an inaudible, defeated breath.

On Ms. Song’s curious question about what had happened, Yoongi shakes his head, his shoulders drooping down as he does so. His eyes run back to her figure, just across him, only to find her still being sulky over what happened yesterday. “Seol arranged a date for us yesterday but I forgot and stayed till late at work and now, as you can see, she’s angry.” He summarizes the events that happened last night. 

The lady clicks her tongue and facepalms herself, "Well, she's right in this then. I have told you many times to not stay till late at the company." She gets up from her seat to get herself some water. "This is why I didn't get married," her tone and words make others laugh while Yoongi just lowers his head. 

He knows he's messed up.

After a few more minutes, when neither of them make any move, the department head clears her throat. "Okay, if you both don't want to share a tent then Yura pair up with Yoongi and go prepare your tent," her words make the said girl to spring up excitedly from her seat and Seol to spring up aggressively. 

She's undoubtedly the possessive kind and definitely knows about the itty bitty crush Yura has over her husband.

"No, I'll share the tent with him," She says firmly before grabbing her husband's hand and taking him along with her.

There's complete silence for the next ten minutes, he didn't say anything and neither did she while both of them set up the tent together to spend the night. Yoongi, of course, didn't let her do much of the work.

"About yesterday-" His apologetic voice hits her eardrums and she instantly turns to face him. 

She shakes her head slightly, "I don't want to talk about it."

With that she walks away from there. Her feet coming to a stop only when they reached the lake beside which the department team was camping.

She never liked arguing and not being on speaking terms with her husband but lately, he was barely giving her any time as if his work was his wife instead of her. He works in the same department as hers and yet managed to keep her out of his daily schedule these days.

It was frustrating. 

Even more so when Seol had planned an indoor date just because he loves staying home rather than going out, cooked his favorite food even though she doesn't know how to cook very well and instead of getting appreciated for her efforts, she had to stay up till one in the morning until you got too tired and went to sleep.

This was a first.

In their six years of being together, he had never done that. She was ready to let it slide but at the same time she was enjoying the attention Yoongi was giving her to make her forgive his blunder.

Standing by the lake, she felt all her anger and sadness leave her body. The lake water glittering because of the bright moonlight falling on it really seemed to calm her mind. She takes in a deep breath, quite amazed by the refreshing fragrance of the trees and flowers around the entire campsite and allows herself to focus on the sound of the rustling leaves, crackling bonfire and several nocturnal insects hiding in the bushes. 

A cold gust of wind makes her shiver slightly. As the night grew more, the temperature seemed to be getting lower too. Seol was busy covering her bare arms with her palms when a bowl of ramen came into view, right in front of her. Her gaze follows the hand that was holding it and comes to a pause only when she locks eyes with her husband. 

"I sneaked in a couple of these in my bag," Bribing her with food has always been an efficient strategy for Yoongi ever since they both started seeing each other, the past six years to be exact. 

She looks at the delicious noodles that were inviting her to devour them and then back at Yoongi who wanted her to devour them. In the fight between her ego and hunger, hunger won and she accepts the ramen he had prepared. 

His strategy definitely worked every time.

It wasn't difficult for her to notice the little smile dancing on his soft lips. "Don't think you're forgiven," She fills her mouth with the delicious noodles while sitting on the mat Yoongi had laid by the lake. 

Yoongi takes a seat beside his wife and watches as she takes another mouthful bite. "I'm really sorry about yesterday. I really didn't want to forget about it but it just slipped out of my mind," his words are followed by a weary sigh indicating he didn't want this matter to stretch more. 

"Honestly, I'm not upset because you forgot about the date, I'm angry because I planned a surprise for you." Her lips form a pout. 

He furrows his brows, "A surprise? What surprise?" 

"Guess it yourself." With that, she focuses on her noodles and he focuses on thinking about whatever surprise Seol might have prepared for him. 

A couple minutes passed without any words from Yoongi. If it wasn't for him biting his nails, deep in thought, she'd have thought he's asleep. 

"You bought new lingerie?" She chokes on her noodles when these words leave his mouth. 

An expression that screamed "done" alongwith a scowl his way and he understood he was wrong. "Okay, it's not that." There's a small pause before another guess. "You bought couple accessories?" 

"No, but I actually want to." 

"A new car?" 

"No." 

"A guitar?" 

"You already have many." 

"Couple hoodies?" 

"Nooooo." 

"House?" 

"Come on, Yoongi. Don't be ridiculous."  Seol sighs, a little pissed at her husband's cluelessness. 

Another stretch of silence follows her words, coming to an end only when Yoongi speaks again. 

"You got a new tattoo?" 

She shakes her head as a 'no'. If she was being honest, she didn't even want to respond now. 

"You got promoted?" 

Another no. 

"You're pregnant?" 

"Yes." 

Yoongi nods, not giving much attention to what he asked and what she replied. "So, you're pregnant." He hums before stopping and looking at her with wide eyes, his brain finally processing what just happened. "Wait- You're pregnant?? Like, for real??" 

She laughs at his big eyes and slightly parted lips, "No, I'm definitely pranking you." Her reply was sarcastic but she was quick to notice his unamazed expression at her reply. "Okay, yes. I'm pregnant." 

It felt like he just froze for a minute.

No movements,

No sounds,

He didn't even blink his eyes.

"So I'm going to be a dad?" A smile finally stretches across his face, followed by a couple happy tears which she wouldn't have noticed if it wasn't for the moonlight.

Seol nods her head without wasting a second. "Yes, you are. I got to know about it yesterday too." She blinks her eyes a couple times to avoid tearing up.

It was such a big news, a good news, that it overwhelmed the both of them. 

Out of nowhere, Yoongi hesitantly wraps his arms around her and puts his forehead on her shoulder. It's been six years of them being together but he still was shy to initiate skinship. "I'm really so sorry for yesterday. I know I have said this multiple times since then but I ruined such a big day for you, for us. I'm so stupid." He lets out in a low voice, still hugging her. 

She smiles slightly to herself, putting her own arms around him. "It's fine, it's fine. You realized your mistake, that's more than enough." She pats his back and places a soft kiss on his head.

The couple stays like that for a couple minutes, not saying anything, just being there in each other's embrace, Yoongi still having his head on her shoulder. 

"Thank you for this surprise, really." He kisses her shoulder before lifting his head to meet her eyes. 

Seol chuckles softly at his statement. "Well, half the credit goes to you, too." She leans forward, maintaining eye contact with him. 

Her husband snickers,"Oh yes, how can I forget the hard work!" His words being followed by a smirk. 

A groan leaves her mouth, shivers of cringe flowing across her body as she punches the male on his chest for his cheeky statement. "YOONGI!" She hides her face behind her palms while he laughs heartily at his wife's flustered state. 

All while the lake, stars, the moon and their colleagues witness the moment, without them both knowing. 

"I told you these two won't go a day without talking." A series of silent laughs follows Ms. Song’s statement while everyone makes their way back to their tents, leaving Seol and Yoongi to enjoy their time alone.

#min yoongi #yoongi #agust d #bts fanfic #bts fic #bts suga #suga #bts army #bts scenarios #fluff #fanfic #bts

[penvisions]

the melting point {chapter 14}

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Baker! Reader (ex EMT! Reader)

Summary: The group takes the day off and goofiness ensues on the beach!

Word Count: 3.8K

Warnings: slight sexual tones, teasing, play fighting, play wrestling, kissing, love confessions (oh yeah, i went there)

A/N: just a little something to get back into the swing of things with this story, these characters mean so much for me but it is one of my less angsty fics and my life has been a little hectic so it was hard to focus on them, but they are back and i hope you like this installment

ao3 link || series masterlist || main masterlist

The restaurant was fancy.

It must’ve taken a lot for Frankie to get a reservation here, you mused as you were led by the hostess to the bar to get a complimentary drink while they cleared a table for you. You were in a black, sleeveless dress and chunky heeled boots. Frankie was in a dark green button down that had faint, black paisleys dotted on the fabric. The lighting was low and soft, creating a nice environment to take in the way he looked across the booth from you. He had forgone hid cap tonight in favor of slicking his hair back in a delicious way.

“I’m so glad I can finally do this, you deserve it.” His smile was a little shy as he looked over the menu in his hands at you. You felt a blush creep up to your cheeks, a nervous giggle sparking into the air. You had no idea why you were nervous, this was Frankie. One of the most easy-going people in your life, one of the most important. But your revelation of feeling so much for the man had been in the back of your mind since it had made itself very apparent. Your nerves were alight with the realization, turning you into a bashful mess of a person.

The drinks had just been delivered to the table and your appetizer order was placed when a server was approaching you with a cool, professional air.

“Excuse me, but there is someone requesting to stop by your table.”

You and Frankie shared a puzzled look, unsure of who would know where either of you were let alone ask to approach. He was stealthy as his eyes roamed the visible part of the restaurant but when he didn’t notice anything out of place, he brought them back to you. Your expression was slightly controlled though there was a furrow to your brow that he could see behind the frames of your glasses.

“Request accepted, I’m curious.” You smiled politely but not unkindly at the server who had begun to shift their weight from foot to foot, the situation obviously being something they had yet to encounter.

It was a few minutes after they left when the food critic from the other night approached the table with a martini in her hand.

“Darling! I’m so happy to have run into you out in the wild,” You stood as soon as you recognized her, wanting to properly greet her. The drink in her hand was lifted away from her middle as you both leaned in and embraced loosely. She leaned in and did the whole air kiss to both sides of your face and you mimicked her friendly greeting with a smile. You were glad to see her, truly.

“I’m so glad you came out the other night, it meant so much to me!”

“Of course, I never pass up a chance at something new and exciting in this city.” She took a sip from her drink and her eyes wafted over the table, making sure you had your own. “It was such a good time, but you simply have to introduce me to this handsome gentleman. You two were the focus of attention once things had concluded.”

“Oh! This is Fransisco Morales, he’s-“

“Her boyfriend,” He had stood, sliding himself out of the booth at the attention. He took her hand but was pulled forward in a loose wrapping of arms around his shoulders and the same movement of air kisses she had done with you. He didn’t seem phased by the forwardness of the woman. Being cordial and kind, though you could see the twinge of pink that had bloomed on the back of his neck. You tried to keep the wide smile from taking over your entire face, warmth washing over you at his words. “Pleasure to meet you.”

“You two are the cutest!” She held her drink up and you retrieved your own from the table as did Frankie, clinking the glasses together in a toast for whatever notion she had popping into her head.

“I’ll let you two get back to your evening,” She caught sight of the server approaching the table once again with your appetizer and two sharing plates. “We’ll be in touch, I’ll let you know when the article is due to come out, should be next months edition and a blurb in the paper!”

She was gone in a flurry of her long dress, short gray hair catching the low light as she sauntered off as if she hadn’t just told you incredible news.

“Querida, did she just-“

“The next edition. Holy-oh my god. Frankie, she’s going to put my event in the next edition of Edible,” A poof of air left the booth as you settled heavily into it.  He busied himself with unwrapping his utensils from the cloth napkin and reached over to do the same for you. “That’s-I think I’m going to cry.”

His head shot up at your words, concern flitting across his large, brown eyes as he watched you bring a hand up and press a finger to the bridge of your nose just below where your glasses sit. You closed your own eyes and he could tell you really were trying not to shed tears. He was standing and rounding the table in heartbeat, situating himself beside you with an arm wrapped around your shoulders, the first bite of the evening forgotten on his forgotten fork.

“It’s okay, sweet girl.” He pressed a kiss to your temple, resting his forehead against the side of your face after he did so. “This is good news, you did such a good job with the event and she loved it. Let her tell the world. You deserve to be seen.”

“Frankie, I-“ You turned to look at him, resting your forehead against his own as he ducked his head down to allow you to. “This is so amazing. I never anticipated any of this….I never anticipated…you.”

“You’ve got me, sweet girl.”

The rest of dinner went smoothly, filled with easy conversation and jokes, anecdotes about childhood antics and favorite fall activities. When the bill was asked after, by a very gentlemanly Frankie who insisted on paying, the server told you that it had been taken care of.

You found yourself pressed up against the side of his truck outside the restaurant, his plush lips devouring your own before he began to trail open mouthed kisses down the length of your neck.

-

The next few weeks flew by, the end of summer approaching fast despite it meaning little in the way of a weather change. You had hit a few milestones.

With the bakery, you had hired two more counter employees. Allowing you to teach Louise the basics of the kitchen and how to mise recipes she wasn’t comfortable or confident in completing herself for you to pick up. You still did a majority of the decorating, something she was struggling to get just right, but she and the girls delighted in sampling the treats that didn’t make it into the case. The September issue of Edible had come out and in it was an article on your bakery with a blurb about you and the upcoming events similar to the first one you wished to host in the remaining time frame of the year. It brought an influx of tourists in and allowed you to make the most of your time in the kitchen. The last farmers market would be the one after next and you were excited for the lull of responsibility. It was still a lot to be around so many people, the shop filling and lines becoming a normal occurrence on Saturdays.

With your injury, you were free of those pesky stitches and had gotten back to standing and walking normally. You hadn’t been cleared for running quite yet with your knee still a little tender, but had picked back up with the arm and upper body workouts to keep up some of the muscle tone you had left over from working in the medical field.

With Frankie, things were great. He was more attentive and you had actually gone over to his home for family dinners with Lex a few times. She was always excited to make desert with you while Frankie cooked dinner, she liked you and she had told you as much after each meal. Once you’re cleared for it, she wanted to go hiking and camping with you. Something she and Frankie did once a year.

It was Sunday and you were so excited to be going to the beach with your friends, everyone deeming the last drawl of summer something to celebrate. You were checking the tote bags over and over again, Lex following your every step as she ‘helped’ to make sure everything was set for the trip. It would be a few hours drive down to the coast, Frankie’s truck loaded down with umbrellas, beach chairs, towels, and a cooler or two. His backpack was the heaviest, while Lex and you had opted for tote bags for your own things.

She had shown you the packet of temporary tattoos she spent her allowance on earlier that week and had all but dragged you into her bathroom when you arrived the night before for dinner. She had insisted you help her apply them to her arms and legs with childish joy, the flowers and butterflies ‘soooo pretty, we’re going to match!’. Frankie had watched from the doorway as you two sat on the lip of the tub and made sure they were exactly where she wanted them, a soft smile on his face the entire time.

You had looked over to him at one point and blushed upon seeing the goofy way he was watching you and his daughter bond. Thinking about it now made butterflies blossom in your stomach, nervous excitement encompassing you as you thought of how happy he looked in that moment and that you had brought that side of him out.

She was already in her bathing suit, a one piece that she had thrown a pair of shorts over and a baseball cap much like her father’s. Her new brightly colored temporary tattoos on display much like your own as you were in similar clothing.

“Tio Santi! Look, I got a hat like papa’s and tattoos like Pastel!”

She had taken to simply calling you ‘cake’, it was rather endearing and you loved the nickname. You were beginning to love her like she was your own, quiet nights in her family home helping to establish a close bond. You would both tease Frankie about his cheesy movie choices but then get way into them and gasp at all the jump scares, Frankie was a big fan of monster B-movies, something about the hokey nature of them riveting to the beautiful man.

“Oy dios mio, you do, mi amor! You look perfect!” Pop leaned down and caught her mid lunge at him, hugging her tight and swinging her around. He would be riding with you and the Morales’ family. While Will, Benny, Morgan, and Luciana would be riding together. Everyone was coming, it was going to be a good day.

-

The sun was warm on your skin as you laid out, bikini allowing for all of your tattoos to be out in the open and it was a good feeling. The shade of your sunglasses allowed you a bit of privacy as you gazed out over the amazing setup the guys had assembled out on the sand. Morgan was beside you, laid out much the same way you were atop a large blanket that had been put down on the sand. Off to the side was a collapsible shade and some lawn furniture. There was a table set up as well, where the guys had loaded down with stuff to grill and snacks. You had even made some cookies and the cooler was full of plenty of drinks.

Your gaze was trained on a shirtless Frankie, who was currently trying to show Lex how to balance on the boogie board she had insisted on bringing along, but every time it gained buoyancy, she let out shrieking laughter and bailed out. It was a rather funny scene, Frankie too large to show her how to operate it properly. With a grin you stood and removed your sunglasses, but you had grown up around the ocean so you felt comfortable without the aiding prescription.

“Lex, wanna try the board with me?” You moved to pry your surfboard from where it had been settled in the sand, already waxed up and ready. She looked over to you and quickly ran off from her father. He heaved a sigh, smile on his face even as he dove to retrieve the board she had abandoned as a wave began to pull it along into the ocean.

“Pastel, that’s dangerous! Papa said that waves can be scary!”

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll keep you safe if you wanna go out. Or do you wanna watch me first before you make up your mind?”

“I wanna see you do it! Papa isn’t the best at balance.”

“Hey! That’s not fair! I’m more attuned to the sky, and you know that, Alexia.” His hands were on his hips the second he deposited the abandoned board underneath the shade. His mock serious voice had her giggling and she ran over to him and jumped up, he caught her and proceeded to fake body slam her in the sand. “You think your papa isn’t strong? I’ll show you.”

Benny appeared beside them, leaving Will and Pope to start the grill and make sure it was all set for cooking. He slide into the sand and acted as a referee for the play fight, watching for any ‘infractions’ as close as possible. With a very real groan, Frankie found himself the target of a hard kick and he laid out on his back, Lex quickly took advantage and climbed up on his chest and raised her arms in victory.

“We have a winner!!” Benny make a racket as he cheered on before scooping the girl up into his arms to allow Frankie the chance to catch his breath. You kneeled down beside him and placed a chaste kiss to the corner of his lips.

“Wow, you really lost to a child. How’s your ego?”

“’s fine, got you to help inflate it.”

“Oh-o, is that right?”

Suddenly he was lunged up and forward, pinning you in the sand much like he had done with his daughter, his swim trunks hushing with the movement. His hat went flying from his head when you managed to gain your bearings and he found himself on his stomach with your hips straddled over his backside, his hands pinned behind his back. You were giggling like mad, the sound only fueling the way he felt so encompassed by you, his cock stirring in his trunks. He was thankful you pinned him down on his stomach, because he was sure to never hear the end of it if he popped a boner in front of literally all his friends. No matter the stimulation of his beautiful girlfriend easily manhandling him and pinning him down in a mock fight.

“We have another winner!! Mante – one. Fish – negative two.” Benny announced as he set Lex down atop the blanket beside a watching Morgan and Lucianna, handing drinks to each of them.

“To be fair, I woulda let her pin me down too.” Pope hollered as he used a pair of tongs to carefully place slabs of ribs atop the grill, the sizzling immediately smelling delicious. His words made you realize the way you were sitting left very little to the imagination, your bikini bottoms having ridden up high on your thighs, pulling the fabric taut over your bottom half. The momentum of movement having jostled your chest and Frankie was quick to tell him to shut up as he glanced over his shoulder at you.

“Sweet girl, you gotta get offa me or I’m gonna have to drag you away…”

“Nope, gotta show Lex what’s what with the board.” You made a show of leaning down to place your hands atop his shoulders, whispering in his ear as you did so before pushing off of him. You were well aware that he could feel the softness of your chest along his back and the wetness that had gathered at the front of your bikini bottoms as you did so, but you winked at him before gripping the board and taking off toward the shoreline.

He just lay there for a moment, not moving.

“Fish, you good?”

“Just…give me a minute.”

Laughter rang out from the entire group.

“Papa, you got beat by two girls. But it’s okay, we still love you.”

More laughter sprung up.

-

You were wading out on the water, getting a feel for the current and watching as small waves built up before cresting in just the right way. A shadow out of the corner of your eye caught your attention and another person on a board drifted over to you. It was Mark and another person, boards facing your own as they approached. There was the sweet, smiling face of his daughter settled in front of him, a friend of his beside them on his own board.

“Well, hello hello!”

“Hi, nice cake lady!” The little girl enthusiastically waved at you, her wet hair hanging in a mess from the top of her head. “Daddy won’t let me surf all by myself, but this is still so cool!”

“Howdy,” You smiled at them, aware of the way his friend’s eyes were trailing down you body and focusing on the way your bottom was securely sat were you straddled your board. “It’s a good day for it, I’m sure he’ll let you take over if you ask nice enough, sweetie!”

“That event really was something, sorry I had to leave so early,” Mark seemed more reserved, though no less focused on you. “Someone had a lil anxiety about her first sleepover-“

“And daddy came rescue me!” She was so cute with a slight blush on her face. “This is uncle Randy!”

“Pleasure to meet you,” You reached over and extended a hand toward the man. He looked remarkably similar to Mark, same dirty blonde hair and tall build. He was attractive, but not your type, too young for you, you mused. He leaned over to take your hand in one of his own, a wide grin showing his teeth.

“Mark goes on and on about you, about your bakery. Pleasure is all mine.”

“Oh gosh, it’s just a way to pay the bills, but thank you all the same.”

“Looks like a wave is beginning to crest, daddy!” The little girl pointed off into the distance.

“Well, boys, gotta catch this one. See y’all later!”

You maneuvered your board to face the shoreline and began to lean down across the top of it, paddling to line yourself up as it neared. You pushed off, board catching the current that it was creating as it gained momentum. You faintly heard to two men chatting as your board moved with the wave, gaining speed. The wave crested, creating a tunnel at the far end and you jolted up to your feet, stanch wide for balance. The race against the curling of the tunnel had adrenaline coursing through your veins in the only way that surfing could provide you and a large smile broke out across your face. You reached a hand out and the tips of your fingers caressed the curve of the wave as you rode it out.

The tunnel closed in around you and you wiped the board up the wall of it before managing to escape the chase of it after you, the board bouncing with the force of the whitewash behind you. You rode along it for the faint few minutes of its life before it waned. Lowering yourself back to the length of the board as it vanished into the smooth ocean once again, you looked out toward the closer shore and spied the group of people you called family cheering you on. Lex was atop Frankie’s shoulders, her arms waving over her head as you faintly made out her excited words of being next.

The rest of the day was just as lovely, the cookout exquisite. Mark, Randy, and Sophia, you learned was her name, joined your group and even brought over their own modest set of chairs and towels to make it a larger group. You took Frankie’s hand with your own and guided him down to the shore where the sun was beginning to set. He was watching you with such a soft look that it made your heart stutter in your chest and the words were bubbling up before you could help it.

“Frankie, I-“

“I love you, sweet girl.” His plush lips gave voice to the very same thought that had been consuming you for days now. You felt heat rise to your face despite the familiarity you had with the man beside you, and you ducked your head to brush your hair back behind an ear. One of his hands came up to cradle your chin and he lifted your face so he could see the shy smile you were sporting. “I mean it, I love you so much and I want to make you happy.”

“I-I love you too, Frankie.” You leaned into his space, his arms wrapping around your body to pull him flush against his front. His lips found yours and you could feel the wide smile he adorned himself. You teased him as you parted, the feel of him all-encompassing and making your body buzz with warmth and a heady, dizzying feeling you wanted more of. “I’m so lucky I death glared at you the first time we met and got your attention.”

His full body laugh jostled you and you tucked your head into the crook of his neck and your own, soft laugh mingled in the air with his own.

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What Makes a Family? Pt25

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Marinette woke in a panic and didn't know why until she realized she was alone. Her trapdoor creaked, and she felt the world start moving again when she saw it was Cass. Her twin gave her a sheepish smile, but Plagg was the one who spoke.

"She went to the bathroom and your parents ambushed her on the way back, trying to feed her. I said she needed to come get you." Mari let out an amused huff.

"They're just happy you're here. Not to mention knowing a little about your past, they're going to be trying to smother you with affection. I'll try to keep them from being too overbearing."

"It's okay." Mari could tell she meant it, but something was off. She walked over to her, but Cass wouldn't make eye contact.

"You can tell them no. They won't take it personally, and you have every right to be comfortable here. You can tell me no, too." That got her to look up, confused. "I know I'm more tactile than you. You can tell me to back off if you need to." Cass grabbed her hand.

"No." Even though she was certain the need for contact was mutual, Mari was relieved by her response. The last thing she wanted was to make Cass uncomfortable.

"Girls! Breakfast is ready." Mari could only roll her eyes at her Maman's shout.

"We'd better go down before she comes up." Cass wore a small smile, and they made their way downstairs. They didn't even make it to the bottom before she noticed her Maman's frown.

"You're both wearing the same clothes as yesterday." Her tone was flat and Mari had to fight not to roll her eyes. The sleep thing was going to be an even bigger fight now.

"We were talking, and I fell asleep before I could change." Sabine looked at Cass for confirmation. "We'll change after breakfast." She looked over at the table. "Is everyone coming for breakfast?" There was enough food there to last a week.

"We weren't sure what Cass likes and Americans are used to larger portion sizes." That was supposed to explain enough food to feed an army? "You two sit and help yourselves."

They sat, but Cass didn't seem comfortable just grabbing food. Mari ended up making both their plates, just grabbing what she thought Cass would like. When she looked up, Sabine was frowning at them.

"What?" She shook her head before going to get Tom. Mari looked at Cass but just got a shrug in return. When her parents came back in, she suddenly knew what the animal in a zoo must feel like. "Are you two going to eat, or just watch us?" Her Papa blushed, but her Maman just rolled her eyes.

"I don't think you appreciate just how strange it is to see the two of you together, acting like you were never separated to begin with." Mari didn't have a response to that. Cass started curling in on herself. "I'm not criticising, sweetheart, but you both need to realize it will take a minute for the rest of us to catch up. The boys especially, since Cass is acting out of character to them."

"And I'm not?"

"You are being you. You're affectionate with most of the people around you. Cass is more withdrawn from what we've heard, so her letting you be your normal self to her is strange to the others." Even though it made sense, it still annoyed her. She hated the fact that Cass didn't have anyone she felt comfortable enough around to let them touch her. "And honestly, they have no idea what to make of you either. I don't know what goes on in that house, but they seem to be expecting you to explode or something. It's like they can't deal with you being a genuinely upbeat person."

Mari had to force herself not to wince, and she saw Cass flinch out of the corner of her eye. Given her parents didn't know about their other activities, or their pasts for that matter, it wasn't surprising that she thought it was odd. She wasn't certain her Maman finding out the truth would be any better, though. Given what she'd heard about the Bats, and what Cass had told her last night, she might very well ban Mari from seeing Bruce. He didn't have a great track record of keeping his kids safe.

"I'm sure they're just feeling me out. Probably don't like that idea of me stealing Cass." The words just popped out, but she had to wonder if it wasn't at least partly the truth.

"You're not stealing her."

"Maman, look at it from their perspective. I just show up out of the blue and demand Cass come here, and stay here. They have no idea why, either. Given the nature of the threat, I'm surprised they haven't jumped to mind control." Her parents shared a look. "Let me guess, Damian?"

"That boy needs therapy. Badly." She had no idea. Cass let out an amused snort. "The fact that the others just egg him on doesn't help either."

"Maman, you've only just met them. All families are different and it's a bit early to judge, don't you think?" While she agreed with Sabine's assessment, she really didn't want her to jump to conclusions. Given her parents were already antagonistic towards Bruce, she didn't want them hostile towards the others right away, too. Sabine gave her a flat look.

"Normally, I'd agree, but the boys are a bit on the extreme side. I'm going to have to have a talk with Selina and get a better idea of things." Mari honestly couldn't decide if that was a good or bad thing. In theory, Selina should want Sabine to like Bruce so Mari would be able to get to know him. In reality, she tended to like to cause chaos without any real thought to the consequences.

"Um, maybe you should talk to Alfred? He's been with Bruce his whole life." She saw Cass wince out of the corner of her eye and immediately wanted to words back. If Cass thought it was a bad idea, no good could come of it.

"Maybe. I don't know how much I trust the man's judgement, given how close he is to Bruce." Mari could only frown at that. With that reasoning, she shouldn't trust Selina, either.

"Just remember that Selina likes to stir things up. Please don't take what she says at face value." Her mother gave a hum.

"I tried to make sure the others would give you two some space, but they'll all be here for lunch. We'll be in the bakery so you two can spend the morning alone." She went downstairs, but her Papa lagged behind. He was holding a package she hadn't noticed before.

"We put together a sort of welcome kit for you, Cass." He seemed nervous as he handed it to her. Cass just seemed stunned. "It has keys for the bakery and apartment and a list of all our numbers so you can get a hold of us if you need to. Alfred arranged for you to go to school with Mari, so we got you a tablet for that. Chloe helped us find language software that will not only do spoken words, but you can use the camera to translate your signing, so you don't have to find the words in a language you're not used to. She's also going to be teaching us to sign when she comes over for cooking lessons. We want you to feel comfortable here. I know that it's not what you're used to, but I hope you'll grow to think of this as another home." Cass just stared at him, and Mari was fairly certain that she didn't really think of anywhere as home, at least not in the way her Papa meant.

"Thank you." Cass's words were barely audible, but she could hear the emotion behind them, and given the way her Papa moved like he wanted to hug her, he heard it too. He stopped himself, but Mari could see how hard it was for him, so she hugged him instead.

"This is wonderful Papa." He hugged her back tightly.

"If you two need anything, we're just a phone call away." It was directed more at Cass, but Mari smiled at him.

"We know. Thank you." He seemed to want to say more, but ended up heading to the bakery. Until they got a better feel for Cass, she knew they didn't want to overstep. Cass was still looking at the door. "They mean it you know. You're welcome here, whether I'm here or not."

"They should know. It's dangerous." Mari could only offer her a tight smile. It was a guilt she knew well.

"They know some of it, and knowing everything won't change their minds, but it's your decision. Truthfully, I doubt they'll be in anymore danger from you being here than they already are because of me." Cass got up to wrap an arm around her shoulders.

"We'll keep them safe."

"As long as we can." Neither of them were dumb enough, or egotistical enough, to believe they could do it forever. "Want to go back upstairs?" They put the food away since neither were hungry anymore and went back to her room. Cass just watched her for a few minutes.

"She'll probably come here to make sure you're alright." Mari could only blink at her for a moment. She hadn't thought about that. The last thing anyone needed was their mother in Paris.

"I don't suppose Bruce can talk her out of it?" The dry look Cass shot her wasn't actually needed. "I guess it'll just be one more thing to deal with then. For now, though, we need to make you a new wardrobe." Cass frowned at her. "Please? I'm not going to make anything you don't like. I just want to do this with you."

"The boys are going to be jealous." They both managed to keep a straight face for a few seconds before falling into giggles. 

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