#SUN BABY BOY YOURE ALRIGHT ITS OK

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

STEEL WOOLS I FUCKING LOVE YOU

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[justmeinadaze]

Take It Out On Me Part 25 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: Shhhhhhh a gift I bare to you :)

Warnings: Daddy Steve/Sir Eddie & Sub Fem Plus Size Reader (with a slight twist to the dynamic this time), SMUT, they are trying new things, Y/N gets to use a toy on Stevie, dirty talk ABOUND, overstimulation, FLUFF, they love each other, ANGST, cliffhanger ending because I can :).

I am just all kinds of naughty with these cliffhangers lately. Maybe I need a spanking. ;).

Word Count: 3667

Series here

The Italian sun just barely begins to peak through the curtains as you try to muffle your moans into Steve’s chest in front of you as both he and Eddie’s cock thrust harder inside of you.

As the semester ended and you graduated, summer finally arrived so you and the guys were able to utilize the tickets to Italy that your parents got for your honeymoon. It was honestly the best week of your life so far and you didn’t think it possible that you could be any happier. 

The three of you went to all the tourist attractions you could find and ate some of the tastiest food you had ever had in your entire life. More than anything, you enjoyed seeing their faces as you three toured different cities and took in the new environment. For the first time, in a long time, neither man seemed to carry heavy burdens that weighed them down but let go and genuinely enjoy every little moment. 

Of course, when you weren’t walking through museums or eating at a new restaurant, they were on you and vice versa. So far, this entire trip, you had been unable to keep your hands off each other especially when you were alone. 

Last night, Steve had asked if you guys could finally do what he promised during that phone call when you first started dating. 

“What promise?”

“I said that I wished you had a toy so you could fall asleep with it inside you and imagine its me.”

“Oof, Steve Harrington, you kinky bastard.”, Eddie teased as his palm softly rubbed up and down your body.

The other boy grinned, gripping your jaw lightly as he leaned forward to tenderly kiss your lips as he continued in a low, seductive tone that had you groaning.

“I told you how hard it was making me at the thought of me and Eddie falling asleep inside of you so we could take you whenever we wanted in the night.”

“Daddy…”

“Fuck me, you want that don’t you dirty girl?”

“Yes, Daddy. Please.”, you moan as your fingers glide up to tangle in his hair trying to bring his lips to yours and whining when he ever so slightly pulled away. 

“Say it, sweetheart. Say what you want.”, the metalhead whispered as his hips began to grind against your ass. 

“Daddy, I want you and Master to fuck me and then fall asleep inside me so you can use me whenever you want tonight.”

That night they made you cum so many times that the evening became a blur of moans and grunts. You did fall asleep full of them but they were always still the diligent boyfriends, constantly checking in to make sure you were alright or ask if you needed a break. 

This morning, you woke up to the euphoria of them slowly pumping their cocks deep into you while trying not to wake you but failing miserably. 

“God damn it, Y/N, still so fucking tight.”, Steve groaned through gritted teeth as his fingers dug into the meat of your hips. 

“D-Daddy…I don’t—mmm—I don’t know how much more…I can take…”

They were both panting in your ears, all three of you trenched in sweat as you neared your climaxes. 

“It’s ok, baby girl. We just need you to—fuck—need you to cum one more time, honey.”

Eddie’s ring covered fingers looped around and took hold of your throat as they pounded into you. He was the first to find his release, clinging to you as he thrust his spend roughly into your ass. You shuddered, your nails digging into Steve’s back as you came making him follow you as your pussy clenched around him, warming your insides as your cunt milked him dry. 

“Slow, slow, baby please.”, you begged as each man pulled out as carefully as they could. 

“Princess, I’m going to lift you and bring you to the bath when Stevie finishes getting it ready, ok? Are you ok, Y/N?”, he asked as he delicately moved your hair out of the way so he could see your face as tears fell from your eyes.

“Yes, Sir. I’m just sore.”

“I know, sweetheart, but you did so good for us. Always such a good girl.”

You smiled as you pushed up onto your knees and wrapped your arms around his neck, inhaling everything that was Eddie as he kissed your cheek. 

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you to, Eddie.”

Smiling, he lifted you into his arms and brought you into the bathroom, trying his best not to jostle you to much as he placed you in the warm water. 

“So, what’s on the itinerary for today, honey?”, Steve asked as they both began cleaning you. 

“Can we do something new?”

“Define new, babe. I mean we’re in a new country exploring things that are new.”, the metalhead joked as you giggled. 

“I mean, I like the idea of us staying in this fancy hotel all day eating delicious Italian food while staying and playing in bed but… I want to try something new. It’s been a while since we’ve done that and the honeymoon is a perfect place to try, right?”

“Did you have something in mind, princess?”

“There’s a store we passed in the market the other day and I was thinking we could go take a look around. Maybe…I mean, if you’re comfortable…you can let me…take…control.”

Your eyes squeezed tightly shut as their hands stopped moving. It feels like ages before fingers grip your chin and turn your head slightly. 

“Open your eyes, baby girl.” 

Like a child, your hair smacks your cheeks as you aggressively shake your head. 

“Come on, sweetheart.”, Eddie cooed, wrapping his arms around you and bringing you to his chest. “We’re not upset. There’s nothing wrong with what you want to try.”

Your eyes slowly open meeting Steve’s soft ones in front of you as he smiles comfortingly. 

“We don’t have to do it for long. I was just wondering…what it was like…you know?”

“There’s something I read about once that has always kind of lingered in my head. I’d be willing to try it with you.”

“O-Ok, Daddy.”

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Once you three were clean and put together you did make a run to the market where not only did you grab all the food and alcohol you guys could carry but made a pit stop at the store you had mentioned to pick up the item you would need. 

“Steve, baby, are you sure about this? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“I’m sure. I trust you.”, he grins as he kisses your forehead. “Plus, Eddie will be there to guide you and watch out for me.”

When you got back to the hotel, you spent the rest of the evening relaxing and giggling with them on the floor of the hotel while you ate and talked. You made a little comfortable pillow area where the three of you could lay down even though you utilized them to lay your head throughout the evening. 

“Baby, no!”, you shout light-heartedly after the flash from Eddie’s disposable camera blinds you. You hold up your hand to block him as he moves around to try and capture another image as you pull your bare legs under his long heavy metal shirt you were wearing. 

“Oh, come on, princess. I’m going to put these in my private stash.”, he teases. 

“What private stash?!”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

Steve chuckles behind you, taking you in his arms, and pulling you flat against the floor making you laugh harder as the metalhead takes another picture of you both. 

“So, are we doing this thing or not. I’m kind of curious to see princess here use her big girl voice.”, Eddie jokes as you roll your eyes. 

“Honestly, that’s probably how it’s going to come out.”, you giggle as he lays on the other side of you. “Little girl pretending…”

“Eh, that just makes it cuter.”

“And hotter.”, Steve adds as his thumb caresses your cheek. Lying flat on his stomach, you had begun doing what you usually do which was running your fingers along his arm that was across your chest and down his back causing him to let out a little moan every now and then. 

Eddie was leaning his on his elbow, looking down at you with nothing but love as his own palm ran continuously along your thighs and up your tummy. 

“Try it, sweetheart. Try telling him what to do.”

Steve smirked as he opened his eyes, scooting closer to you till his nose was touching yours. 

“C-Can I still call you Daddy? Is that ok?”

“Yeah, baby. If that’s what you want.”, he whispers as his breath warms your lips. “Tell Daddy what you want me to do.”

“I want you to kiss me, please.”

“Please?”, the metalhead snickered. “Y/N, that first night do you remember us saying please?”

Steve’s soft gorgeous eyes met yours encouragingly waiting for the proper command.

“Kiss me, Daddy.”

Tilting forward, his lips tenderly kissed your lips before trailing down your cheek to your neck. A moan escaped your chest that even had Eddie licking his lips beside you as he watched your eyes flutter closed as you rubbed your thighs together to relieve the ach between them. 

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

Absently, your hand grabbed at the air, searching for the other man that you loved until you found what you were looking for, lightly yanking on his hair to bring him down to your neck. As they both kissed and sucked on your flesh, their hands roamed but Steve wanted to test you. His fingers drifted under your shirt between your legs and roughly cupped you sex making you groan loudly. 

You have no idea where the confidence came from but your palm abruptly grabbed his wrist pulling him back as your tone drops. 

“Did I tell you that you could do that?” Both their heads leaned up to look at your face as a little shudder ran through your body. “Whoa.”

“How did that feel?”, Eddie asked, a little quiver of his own shaking his voice. 

“Odd but… good. Did I go too far?”

“Baby, we just started.”, Steve groaned, biting his bottom lip before taking a hold of your hand and placing it on the bulge in his boxers. “Don’t be afraid, honey. You’re doing great. Do you feel what that did to me? That tone coming out of those sexy lips got Daddy so fucking hard. Let go, Y/N, and fully step into it. It’s ok.”, he whispered. 

Pushing him onto his back, you straddle him as your lips sloppily mingle with his while Eddie presses to your side and tosses away the shirt you’re wearing. 

“You have to get him ready, baby.” Both you and Steve had begun grinding against each other, your already soaking cunt trenching his underwear. “Come on, pretty girl.”

Groaning, you leaned down to kiss Steve’s lips, dragging them down his chest until he grunted in frustration as you moved your lower half away from his. 

“Aw, poor pathetic Daddy wants my wet pussy so bad, doesn’t he?”

“Fuck me… yeah, baby girl, I do.”

“What else do you want me to do, Daddy?”

“I-I-I want you to touch me, baby, please.”

“I am touching you, honey.”

You were in a complete state of bliss as you watched his breathing stutter at your words. Mimicking his own words back to him was making Steve practically feral as his large palms took hold of both sides of your face as his upper torso twisted up so he could press his forehead to yours. 

“Please, Y/N, Daddy needs to feel your hand around my dick. Please, baby. FUCK, you’re driving me crazy.”

Panting against your lips, he watched as you brought your palm to your tongue and licked along the skin, moaning as you did what he asked. 

“Like this, Daddy?”

“Just like that, baby. Shit.”

After he fell back against the floor, you smiled seductively at Eddie who wrapped his arms around you and adjusted you till you were on all fours hovering over Steve’s length. Placing his chest on your back, the metalhead reached underneath you and you both groaned as he slid his fingers through your folds. 

“Jesus, princess. You like having this control?”, he whispers in your ear. 

“I like watching you two—mmm—come undone.”

Your eyes rolled as he pushed two fingers inside of your core and Steve whimpered as you enveloped his cock into your mouth.

“There you go, princess. You always look so good with your mouth full of us, pretty girl.”, Eddie praises as he kisses your temple. “Are you ready, babe?”

A long line of drool dangles from your lips as you come off the man below you and nod your head. 

“Daddy, are you ready?”

“Fuck, yeah, baby, please.”

“Now, Steve, I’m not going to touch you or anything ok. It’s all going to be her but I am going to guide her so I may need to look.”

“It’s ok. I’m comfortable if you’re comfortable.”

“If at any point you do get uncomfortable…”

Steve grins as he tilts up and quickly captures your lips before lying back down. 

“I’ll say Vanilla. I promise, honey.”

Bringing you up to your knees, Eddie leans you into his lap as he reaches off to the side and grabs the bottle of lube.

“Focus, sweetheart.”, he teases when he feels you grind your ass against him.

Taking a hold of your hand, he squeezes just enough to coat your fingers before lightly walking you closer to the other man. 

“Ok, baby, you’re going to get him nice and wet so take your hand…”, Eddie instructs as you slide your digits between Steve’s ass. 

His stomach tightens when you graze his hole making you pause as your eyes meet his. 

“No, it’s alright. Keep going, baby.”

“You’re doing good, Y/N.”, the metalhead coos as he kisses your shoulder. “Whenever you both are ready, you’re going to want to slide those fingers into him so you can stretch him out just like we do with you, angel.”

Opening his legs wider to grant you more access, Steve gives you firm nod signaling he was ready when you were. Carefully, you pushed your middle finger into him, groaning when you noticed his cock twitch at the feeling. 

“Is this ok, Daddy?”, you breathily moan, completely turned on by the heavy breathing that was coming from his lips. 

“Yeah…yes…fuck…I’m ok.”

“How does it feel, baby?”

“Feels…feels good.”

“Yeah? You’re…you’re just sucking me in.”

Steve’s head fell back against the floor as you slowly began moving your finger faster inside him. 

“Fuck, pretty girl, I just want to fuck you so bad. Would it distract you if Master fucked you, sweetheart?”, Eddie asked, tone dripping with intense need.

“No, Sir. Please. I need you inside of me. Daddy, I’m going to use another finger, ok?” Steve didn’t respond verbally, his back arching as he reached down to stroke his cock. “Answer me, Steven.”, you growled.

All movement ceased again as his needy eyes met yours just as the boy behind you gathered his bearings and your mouth fell open as he guided his length inside of your cunt. 

“Ok, baby girl. Go ahead.”

As your ring finger joined your other, he mewled loudly as he continued to pump himself at your rhythm.

“Fuck, Daddy. You’re so tight and warm… like me.”

Eddie was thrusting into you at a pace and intensity that told you he wasn’t going to last long as he slammed into you like a man possessed. 

“Sir! I…I can’t breathe. Fuck! So…deep…”

The metalhead leaned against your back again, clinging to your body as he rolled his hips roughly. 

“You can breathe, baby. J-Just keep focusing on the moment. Goddamn… just hearing you talk so dirty like this… I feel like a fucking virgin… I’m gonna cum, sweetheart.”

“Fill me up, Sir, please!”

His ringed fingers travelled between your legs and rubbed your clit in fast circles, both of you moaning and panting as you came at the same time. Yanking back up on your knees, he hugged you to him as he did what you asked, placing open mouth kisses along your skin as he did. 

“I love you, Eddie.”

Chuckling softly, he kissed your lips before releasing you from his hold. 

“I love you to, Y/N. Here. Use this on the thing.”

As he lazy continued to stroke himself, Steve watched as you collected the dildo you guys bought today and lathered in a generous amount of lube before placing yourself between his legs again.

“I love you to, Steve. Are you ready?”

“I love you, Y/N. Yeah, just go slow at first.”

“Of course, baby.”, you coo as you position the head of the toy near his entrance. 

It was a modest size dildo, much smaller than the two of them but it still had Steve clenching as you gradually began pressing into him.

“Breathe, honey. You’re doing so good.”, you praise him the way they always praise you. “Taking me so well.” You smile when he gently laughs, smirking in your direction. “How does it feel, Daddy?”

“H-hurts a little but…good.”

“Do you need me to stop or anything?”

“No…fuck…I think…” As you push it a bit further in, you feel resistance as he tightens around it and his dick stiffens in his hand as a moan you had never heard from him before echoes through the room. “Oh my fucking GOD…”

“Is that the spot? Right here?”

“Ooooo! Yes, Y/N! Don’t fucking stop.”

Placing on of your arms down beside him, you tilt your face over his as you whisper against his lips. 

“Was this what it was like the first time, Steve? When you had me flat against the desk with my legs hanging off the side and you pounded your big cock into my tight little pussy?” You grinned as his free hand searched for you, gripping your bicep as he groans. “You felt so good, baby. When I went home, I could still feel you both.”

Eddie beamed up at you from his spot on the floor as he comfortingly rubbed your back. Steve abruptly opened his eyes, the dominate side reentering him as his palm took hold of your throat.

“I need to feel your cunt around my dick, honey. NOW.”

Nodding, you straddle him with your back facing his chest, mewling as you bring yourself down onto his extremely hard length. His fingers dig into your hips as you ride him hard while still thrusting the toy into his ass.

“Y-Yes, Daddy!”

Steve shudders underneath you as he tries to hold himself back desperate for you to cum first so he can feel you cling to him. 

“Come on, baby girl. Please…I need you to cum for me.”

Licking his fingers, Eddie helps you along, reaching between your legs and playing with your clit again. Right as your body trembles and you let go, Steve does the same, thrusting up into you hard as he fills you with his release. His hold on you remains steadfast till he’s completely emptied inside of you, making you groan in pleasure and exhaustion as you start to fall forward before the metalhead hastily catches you. 

“Whoa, baby. I got you. I gotcha, sweetheart.”

Leaning against his shoulder, you careful pull the toy from the man under you and Eddie gradually lifts you off his lap, lying you flat on the floor with your head on the pillow. 

“So…thoughts?”

“I like watching you both get riled up but I’m definitely not a dominate girl.”, you grin.

“Could have fooled me.”, Eddie teased. “Dirty girl with that sexy dirty mouth.”

“I think that toy we save special occasions but, Munson, you should let her finger you while sucking your dick. Oh my god.”, Steve playfully exhaled as he turned onto his side to face you. “You did good, honey.”

“Thank you for being patient with me and being willing to try something new.”

“Of course, sweetheart. You don’t have to thank us for that. You’re always so open with us when it comes to this stuff.  

You smile wide as you rub your face into the pillow. 

“Oh, I hate that we have to go home soon. I wish we could just stay here forever.”

“Well, when Ed becomes a famous rockstar, he can finally treat us like the king and queen we are.”

“Oh, really, Harrington? And what am I in this huh; the jester?”, he sasses as Steve laughs.

“No, baby. You’re a king to.”, you confirm as you turn your head to kiss his lips. 

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“I’m coming! Hang on one damn second!”, Masie shouts as someone pounds loudly on her front door. As soon as she cracks it open you come barreling through, sobbing as you begin to pace in her living room. “Y/N? What’s wrong, honey?! What happened?!”

“I fucked up, Maze. They are going to hate me, I know it!”

“Who?”

“Eddie and Steve! And my parents are going to be so disappointed. I can’t lose them again! Fuck! What am I going to do?!”

“Y/N! Breathe!”, your best friend commands as she grabs your arms and forces you to stand still before cupping your face in her hands. “Now, those men love you. Nothing you could do would make them hate you. Y/N, stop.”, she tried to soothe as you shook your head. “Stop. Calm down and tell me what happened. You know I’m here for you no matter what. We can get through anything together.”

“I don’t know how you can fix this, Masie.”

“Not with that attitude, we can’t. Come on, honey. What’s going on?”

Wiping your eyes, you walk over to her couch as she follows to sit beside you.

“I’m pregnant.”

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[jungle-angel]

Daddy's Little Helper (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: Ever since opening your own store, Amy's been yours and Rhett's biggest helper

Rhett stood waiting on the sidewalk outside the little farm store he had opened up with you several years before, the porch freshly swept, the rocking chairs rocking a little in the chilly October air as he waited for the bus from Amy's school to pull next to the sidewalk and let her off.

Sure enough, the little yellow bus from the Amelia County Steiner School pulled up and opened its doors to let Amy off, the five year old jumping off the last step and into Rhett's arms, happy and excited to be spending the rest of the afternoon with him at the store.

"Mommy have the babies yet?" she chirped.

"Nope, not till December, Doodlebug," he told her, holding her hand as they walked up the wooden porch steps.

He opened the front door, the little bell above the threshold ringing as they walked in, enveloped by all the smells of fall.

"What'd ya'll do at school today, Doodlebug?" he asked, prepping her after school snack.

"We made soup and bread for lunch," Amy answered. "And then we got to go outside and play in the woods."

"You gonna carve pumpkins soon?"

"Yeah!"

Rhett couldn't help but smile at her little giggles. Hearing them always seemed to brighten his day, even if they were already brighter than the sun itself.

The two of them spent hours in the store, prepping all the baked goods for the weekend and setting up the shelves full of cloth, beeswax, dyed wool, little hand tools and kits to put small craft items together. Unfortunately, Rhett had to keep Amy from sticking her fingers into the melted chocolate that was meant for some of the homemade Halloween candy.

"Alright Doodlebug, last one then we've gotta go home," Rhett told her as he lifted her up off her feet.

Amy carefully placed the little wicker basket of yarn on the top shelf, carefully sliding it into its spot before Rhett set her down. Once the lights were shut off and the doors locked for the night, Rhett loaded Amy into the truck and headed for home.

No sooner had he pulled into the turn-around in the driveway and gotten Amy out of her carseat, than Diesel came charging right for her, his big mug stretched into his dopey dog grin that rottweilers were known for.

Rhett gave him as many scritches as he possibly could before he shooed them both into the house. Hannah came waddling in from the living room as soon as he had kicked off his shoes, her little self scooped right up off the floor before Rhett littered her cheeks with kisses.

"Where's Nana honey?" he asked.

"Nana's in the kitchen!!!" Cecelia answered loudly.

All Rhett had to do was follow the scent of dinner cooking in the crockpot, some sort of beef dish that had been soaked in herbs, spices and red wine before being stuck right on a bed of veggies. Cecelia was busy cutting up the green beans for the sides, but was still happy to have the rest of the family in for dinner.

"How goes Grumpy?" she asked.

"Better than ever Ma," he answered. "It's Friday night, we can all relax and not worry about having to do anything tomorrow."

"Yeah well, your father and I are gonna have to open the store tomorrow since you're taking Amy and Hannah to the pumpkin patch," she told him.

"How's (y/n)?" he asked.

"Tired," Cecelia answered. "She's upstairs resting but I think the boys have a case of restless leg syndrome."

Rhett laughed a little before heading up the stairs to your shared bedroom. You were sat upright in bed, trying to plan your new main lesson block for the next four weeks with your fifth graders and to get the two little boys in your belly to stop kicking for two minutes.

"Ya'll doin ok Darlin?" Rhett asked, scooting in next to you.

"Well," you half chuckled. "I had to run home earlier than normal for a new pair of pants but I think I'm doing ok."

Rhett kissed your cheek and you kissed him right back on the lips. "Amy was a big helper this afternoon."

You hummed happily, melting right into your husband the same way the cats always did. "Maybe we can have her help once I'm on bedrest," you half laughed.

"I'm sure she won't mind," Rhett told you.

The two of you stayed like that for as long as you could, until Royal and Cecelia both called everyone in for dinner. Rhett helped you down the stairs, but despite the trouble, you were both only too happy to be surrounded by your family, the very people who loved you both the most.

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[deadgirlkisses]

Hi! I hope you are well So for my first request, I wanted to ask you, if possible a oneshot or headcanon with a black girl reader x the bllk guys at the beach or at the pool (preferably at home) With the skin of the reader who lights up in the sun and everything yk yk. I don't have any other details to add, do what you want!

Kisses 😘🫶🏽

like a tattoo...

in which blue lock boys see you glittering in the sun ♡

cw: female reader, black reader and idk, other things?

a/n: bro, i literally struggled writing this since i've been so v. busy and i think its visible with the way i wrote nagi's part :( but here i am, finished with it, so i hope you enjoy it babes!

Nagi:

i think he would be amazed with what he's seeing, i mean, who wouldn't be? his mouth would be agape when he sees you next to the pool, you're just sitting there, but to him, you're literally an angel because you're literally GLOWING! he would just sit down somewhere n' watch you from a far. to make it better, he quite literally just brings you sunscreen and says "lemme put this on you really quick" which gets you shocked, especially with Nagi's VERY lazy demeanor but you just do it 'cause, why not (he's secretly blushing doing it!)

"you actually had the 'energy' to do this?" "just shut up n' let me put this on you alright." "aww, love you too!"

  ♡

Barou:

at the beach during one of the hottest days of summer, you were sunbathing since you had been really tired, though, in the water, is the king himself, yet, he looks so dazed by something...

let's get this straight and clear, he isn't even secretly taking any glances, he is literally shamelessly looking at you (LMFAOOOO). i personally think that he normally has a polaroid camera to take pics of everything so he has the memory physically! but anyways even when you catch him staring, he doesn't even look away which might kind of irk you out but it's ok 'cause its Barou after all! he might even tell people about you being his ''Queen''. i personally think he'll compliment you about it in a way like "you look so beautiful, your highness'' or ''you're literally shining, dear" and you would feel so flustered!

''i can feel you looking at me, 'rou" "yes i am, n' what are you gonna do about it?" "well i'm gonna- did you just take a picture of me?!" "yes i did, as king, i'm allowed to do what i want!"

♡

Bachira:

summer just rolled around and with the heat comes the need to take a lil' dip in the pool. the afternoon being the best time to cool off found you swimming in the blue hues and cooling of the pool, and with the sun out, you're skin glittered in the sunlight but someone was watching next to you!

ugh, he is such a cutie! he'll definitely look at you like your art and will tell you straight up to your face! and just like Barou, won't feel ashamed to tell you or just admire you from afar! he'll lay next to you while your laying on your towel and just call you the prettiest of words ♡

"you look so precious, like a jewel, baby ♡" "mmh, thank you, Bachira" "and the way you're literally glowing, you're so beautiful."

♡

Rin:

He'd see you coming up from swimming in the ocean, the waves just crashing by, and "funnily" enough it was golden hour! he saw you right there, skin shining bright, your eyes glowing like a pearl though the pretty boy wouldn't say anything, he'd definitely admire from a distance, just like Nagi. although, he would fill you up with kisses when you're out of the water, next to him, looking so much like an angel and he just might faint  ♡

"i was thinking that we could get some coconut water from the-, rin? you ok?" "oh- of course, of course." "oh alright then! you just kept on starin' at me, i don't know." "that's because i was, pretty ♡" "ha! i knew it, wait, is something wrong with me?" "you're shining bright, love, you look so beautiful ♡"

  ♡

-xoxo, rue <3

#rue answerz #black girl blogger #bllk x reader #nagi x reader #x black reader #barou x reader #rin x reader #bachira x reader #blue lock #bllk imagines #rin itoshi x reader

[jakescaravel]

Autumn Intake

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x reader

Word Count: 4,282

Warnings: Smoking, mentions of weed, cuddling, kissing (this is purely Jake fluff!)

Albums mentioned (to listen to while reading!): Disraeli Gears, Dark side of the Moon, The Cars

Ok thats it, enjoyyyy!!

After a long day of getting yelled at by your boss and hiding away to cry in the bathroom, you were finally going home. The sun had already set and a chilly autumn wind swept through the air.

The heat in the car was on full blast as you tore down the residential road leading you to the tiny cabin you shared with your best friend and boyfriend Jake. You were anxious to get home, to get to him.

Usually you drove to the house just as the sun was setting and beautiful shades of orange and pink painted the sky. Usually you listened to some Beatles or Cream songs but today you were too upset to fiddle with the bluetooth of your old car or to pull over to connect your phone in the first place.

Despite the growing temperature in the small vehicle making your body hot, your feet were cold. Luckily you were only minutes away from home. 

As you pull into the driveway, you see a steadily flowing line of smoke coming from the chimney, and a few lights on in the house. (Silly little habit of Jakes, no matter the countless times you had argued over the expensiveness of keeping extra lights on, he still did it but of course you only found it endearing).

After parking you make your way to the door and it opens before you can even lay a finger on the handle. You are greeted with the immediate warmth radiating from the house, and the man standing right in front of you. The smell of chicken noodle soup hits your nose and the hunger you didn’t know you had grumbles loudly in your belly. The faint crackle coming from the fireplace tickles your ears, relaxing you.

You look up and see him in the doorway wearing his big ‘I missed you all day and I’m so happy to see you smile.’ He brings you in for a big hug and rests his chin on the top of your head swaying back and forth with you. The fabric of his sweater feels soft on your face, and it smells like him even though it belongs to you.

It's hard to describe what hugging Jake feels like, and you’ve tried many times. It feels like finally visiting your childhood home after being away for so long. It feels like being wrapped in a million blankets that hug your body perfectly, lulling you into peaceful sleep. It feels like home.

You let yourself melt into his arms, breathing in his comforting scent before stepping out of the cold. He smells like burning wood, a homey campfire, your favorite smell in the entire world. The one that reminds you of years of camping with your family and friends, and hundreds of nights spent under the stars roasting marshmallows with your favorite boy.

You pull away slightly to look up at his face. He looks so cozy and gentle. His hair is hung in a low bun messy from an afternoon of napping on the couch and his eyes are lazy and tired but he looks at you with the same amount of love he’s looked, since the moment he met you.

“Long day at work baby?” His sweet gravelly voice makes its way to your ears warming you from the inside out. 

“Yeah, like you wouldn’t believe. I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” He leans down and places a single gentle kiss on your forehead. Jake rubs your cheek with the pad of his thumb, lightly prickling the skin from his rough calluses. “Is that old boss of yours still giving you trouble?”

You nod slowly looking into his beautiful brown eyes, so beautiful. 

“Alright then.. I’ll kill him” his eyes light up and that stupid smile creeps out as you giggle into his arms.

When you let go first (Jake would never let go first as he drunkenly took a vow years ago when you first started dating.) you take a step into the house. You notice your brown fuzzy blanket on the floor next to the couch from when Jake sprang up to rush to greet you upon hearing the car in the driveway. Part of you feels jealous of his day spent lounging around doing absolutely nothing but he is so hard working and deserves this just as much as you do. 

“I made soup, I made chicken noodle, your favorite.”

“Really?!? Thank you Jakey! It smells amazing, I'm sooo hungry.” You stand on your tiptoes to deliver a kiss right to the end of his nose. He blushes and smiles shyly. Then his tone changes completely, his British alter ego slipping out.

“Well take your coat off, stay a while, let's eat! And I’m talking about the soup, not you by the way, although you do look entirely delectable.”

Oliver makes an overly exaggerated gesture pointing to the already laid out bowls of soup. This silly little persona never fails to make you smile, it's just so Jake and reminds you of the night he made it up. That night is one you replay a lot in your mind. It was the first time you said ‘I love you’. It might have been a drunken confession but you would have had it no other way.

“Did you not eat yet honey, it's so late?” You say as you hang up your coat and put your bag down by the door.

“Honey?? I’m not your honey, I’m a man goddamn it!”

Oliver goes away and Jake comes back with a comforting smile. He pulls you in to whisper “no, I wanted to eat with you.”

“The soup is probably cold by now.” You whisper back.

“No. I warmed it up just a few minutes ago so it's the perfect temperature. Not too hot, not too room temperature-ee.” He smiles at you.

“Gosh, you're so perfect and why are we whispering?”

“I don’t know, it's kinda hot though. Feels like we’re keeping secrets.” He moves his eyebrows up and down in a flirtatious manner.

You pretend to swoon and you dramatically place your hand over your forehead, half falling to the floor. “Oh Jacob, what ever did I do to deserve you?”

“Yeah I have no idea what you did, must have been something really great.”

You punch his arm, maybe a little too hard.

“Hey!” He giggles and in one quick move he scoops his arms under your legs and carries you towards the dimly lit dining room table. “Put me down!” You’re both laughing as he sets you down gently.

There is one perfectly placed candle in the middle of the table, next to it lays a small hydrangea from the bush in the front yard. You pick your seat next to him and settle into the chair as he does the same. You lean forward to smell the pretty flower. He knows they are your favorite, which is why he planted the bush all those months ago.

You bring one knee up to your chin and relax even further into the comfortable padding of the wooden chairs. You and Jake had gotten them for free at a stoop sale last fall. It was pure luck that they perfectly matched your wood cabinets. Jake was very insistent on them matching. He was mostly responsible for all of the interior design in the house, he has a very good eye for this kind of thing so you’ve never minded.

Before digging into the wonderful meal he has made you, you steal a quick kiss, this one on his lips. He leans into it and you feel his soft lips press into yours. You can taste the apple and peanut butter on his tongue and you smell the traces of weed left over on your sweater. You also smell his cologne.

Your mind flashes back to last summer when you had walked into a sort of candle shop. The two of you walked hand in hand around the whole shop for at least an hour smelling every single candle and every single hand soap. You both agreed that out of all the seasons, fall had the best smells (crisp apples, warm cookies, cinnamon, pumpkin and squash soup). You also agreed it had the best tastes (pumpkin pie, turkey, chai, walnuts), the best holidays (next to Christmas obviously), and the best weather. After a bit of searching, you had found thee fall smell and in anticipation of the new shared favorite season, he had bought three bottles of it. (“To last a lifetime with you, or.. whatever three bottles will last me until, this shit is expensive man!”)

You're broken out of your day dream with a little poke on your leg.

“Hey you in there?”. 

“Yeah, yeah just thinking, you smell good baby.” He hums in response wearing a satisfied sort of smirk.

You feel your cheeks warm and the smile you can’t help makes its way across your face. Right as you're about to take your first sip of the warm broth Jake yells, you almost drop your spoon.

“WAIT!!!!!” 

He jumps up and scampers off to the living room. He walks back a minute later looking content when a familiar drum fill fills the house followed by ‘strange brew, killin what's inside of you.’ 

He sits back down as the album you had both picked out on your first date plays out on the record player you gifted him on your first Christmas together. You had immediately bonded over your love for cream and especially the ‘best album of all time’ Disraeli Gears. 

Your eyes light up. “Good song!!”

“The best.”

There's a beat of comfortable silence between you before you decide to unleash what you’ve been holding in all day.

“Ok so.” You sigh.

His expression immediately changes to one of concern and you tell him about your shitty day. You tell him how much you had just wanted to come home to cuddle or watch tv together or anything other than work and how you had cried multiple times. He rests his hand on your arm while he listens to you rant, nodding his head every once in a while to show you he’s still listening. After quickly returning from flipping the album to the B side he sits back down and rubs your forearm once more. 

“Come sit in my lap baby, I'll play with your hair.” He gazes at you with those twinkling eyes and you can never resist them.

You move to sit in his lap and wiggle around until you're comfortable. He wraps his arms around you as you nuzzle into his chest. He brings his hands up to your hair, softly dragging his nails across your scalp.

“Tell me the rest of your story.”

After you finish telling Jake all about your day he says his sorrys which of course he doesn’t have to say and squeezes you to him. He peppers you with little kisses along your jaw until meeting you on the lips for a long slow kiss.

Jake finished his soup before you and he waits eagerly for you to finish with an excited look on his face. It looks… suspicious. 

“What are you planning, mister?”

“Well now that you ask… since it's friday and you won’t have to see any of the stupid work people until monday… we should celebrate. I have the perfect idea.”

He stands and holds his hand for you to grab, leading you to the couch that is already a mess of blankets and pillows. He pushes you to fall back onto the plush blankets and he’s not far behind. He falls on top top nearly crushing you. After a quick wrestling match which you unsurprisingly lose, Jake leans over to grab something resting on the coffee table. He turns back to face you and he holds up a small brown lighter and a tightly wrapped joint. 

“OH FUCK YES!” 

“Smoke with me baby?” His low gravelly voice is so unbelievably sexy when he asks you the question and it's always been your favorite thing to smoke with Jake. 

“Yes yes yes always. Ohh I love you, this is exactly what I needed!” You notice his flushed cheeks and half hidden lids.

“How much did you already smoke?” The realization hits you that he's been high the whole time and suddenly some of his actions make a lot more sense. He always gets so cute and affectionate when he’s high, you had suspected it but now it was very evident.

He rolls his eyes “You know I don’t really know, who's even keeping track?” He looks down and smiles to himself.

He presents you with his rendition of a ‘girl blunt’ with a precious will toothed grin. You had explained the concept to him the past week and ever since then, he has refused to use any papers other than the sunflower ones you got him. You could have sworn you had seen the old papers in the trash a few days after.

You practically squeal with excitement and waste no time cracking open the window behind the couch to let out the smoke. The cold air blows through the house and you wrap a blanket around the two of you as you both lean out of the window. He hands you the joint and you place it in between your lips as he holds the lighter to the end of it. You take a long inhale and look up to see him staring at your lips.

The feeling of the smoke traveling down your lungs warms you from the inside out and you melt into the soft couch. You blow the smoke out the window and hand the lit joint to him. He takes a big hit and then passes it back to you once more. After some minutes of passing it back and forth, your mouth goes dry and you feel your heart rate quicken. The familiar taste of weed coats your mouth and your body goes slightly numb embracing the relaxing effects.

After you’ve both had your fill, Jake closes the window and he lays down on the couch. He opens his arms and you settle in next to him pulling the blanket over you. You turn your body into the cushion and he matches your shape, cradling you with care and comfort. His entire body is pressed against yours and it feels so safe. Nothing bad could happen to either of you at this moment. The whole world starts to melt away and it's just you and Jake on this couch. 

Whenever you two smoke together it feels like your souls are intertwining. The connection you’ve shared since day 1 twisting itself around the two of you like silk, wrapping you both up into the softest, safest cocoon. With any physical contact like this, it's hard to differentiate between your two bodies, you’re just one being. You don’t even have to be talking to him or looking at him to feel completely content. Just his presence and the soft music in the background is enough to feel perfectly happy.

As you relax, you start to really pay attention to the song playing on the record player and you can’t help but laugh at the exaggerated British accents in the song ‘Mother’s Lament’. You turn to Jake, a big smile paints his face and you both fall into a fit of giggles as the last song ends on a dramatic piano slide.

You both laugh as you're looking into each other's eyes, never once breaking the contact and a comfortable silence finds itself over the two of you once more. You stare deeply into his eyes although it feels rather like you're staring right at his soul. From the way he's looking at you there's no way he doesn't feel the same.

You can both feel the weed dancing around in your system and he certainly felt it judging by the way his hand kept moving over your ass and his necklace dangled over your face when he leaned down to kiss you. There's that taste of apples and peanut butter again. So perfect, so Jake. 

The silence is broken when he says, “babe?”

His voice moves slowly through the air and his speech sounds delayed. In your state you find it entirely hilarious and he looks at you with confusion before falling into his own fit of giggles. When you finally calm down, you ask “yes?”

“We should go as Westly and Buttercup for halloween!” He looks so cute with his excitement. His eyes are sparkling and his cheeks are the prettiest pink. You can tell he is very into this idea. To be honest you’re surprised he isn’t thinking of forcing you both to go as pirates for the millionth time although this idea isn’t far off. 

“Oh my god, that's such a good idea, I already have the perfect dress, we would just need to buy you some stuff.”

“So you wanna do it!?”

“Yeah! That’s such a good idea, and it's our favorite movie. But you have to do whatever I say all day.” You squint your eyes, challenging him with a playful smirk.

“As you wish.” 

You giggle and kiss him softly. All of a sudden you are very excited for halloween. 

“Hey are you cold?” He asks.

“Yeah a little, you’re warm though.” You say as you curl into him. Jake starts to stand up.

“Nooo don’t leave, you’re so comfortable!”

He runs away from you teasingly and you chase after him. He reaches the fireplace and throws another log on the fire. He squats down and moves his messy bun out of the way, holding it behind his head with one hand to blow on the fire. The embers glow a bright red, it’s completely mesmerizing in the darkness of the room. The flames grow much higher, licking the inside of the chimney and his face is lit up, you can see the flames in his reddened eyes. He looks so cozy it makes your heart flutter. How is he all yours? 

“We gotta listen to some more music. What should we put on?”

“Hmmmm I don’t know, let's look.”

You both walk over to the shelf containing all the records. You both rapidly switch through them trying to find the perfect bit of music to match the mood.

“Jake!” You hold up the dark cover with the prism on it displaying the silver letters: The Dark Side Of The Mood.

“Oh my god, You are a genius.”

You carefully pull the record from its pocket replacing the previous album with it. You go to put Disraeli Gears safely away back in its place on the shelf as Jake fiddles with the needle. 

The sound of a woman wailing in the background is heard then the calming sound of an organ replaces it in its perfect opposition to the drum beat. This song truly is a work of art, the whole album in fact.

He hurries back over to the couch to snuggle right back in with you. He wiggles his toes to show off his warmest socks with little ghosts flying around. You lift up your foot to show your ‘work’ socks (boring).

You both rest silently listening to the music although it's hard not to focus on his heartbeat. You close your eyes and paint a picture of the song in your mind. You can literally see the sound of the slide guitar like a bird flying through space. The high notes of the guitar look like stars in the night sky. The song changes to a haunting electronic sound causing your heart to beat even faster. It's almost scary sounding in the dark room and for a moment you begin to panic. The feeling of the polyester blanket suddenly starts to feel suffocating but all it takes is for Jake to rest his hand on your forehead, calming you down and bringing you back to earth.

Jake has that sort of power of knowing exactly what you need and when you need it. It's the kind of connection you’ve never shared with another human being and it’s never failed you.

“Wow, I never realized how scary that song is. It's so spooky, and haunting” He says into the dark room.

“Yeah, maybe it wasn’t the best choice. It is kind of powerful though, I could like, feel it in my skin if that makes sense? But it's a little too spooky right now, can we put on something else?”

“Yeah I agree.”

Jake starts to get up again but the blanket is tangled around the two of you. After some fiddling with it, he stands and you follow closely, clutching his arm refusing to leave his side. You both walk over to the record player and he removes the spinning disc. All of a sudden like a crack of lightning shooting through your brain, you remember food exists so you leave him to venture into the kitchen. When you open the refrigerator door, the bright light hitting your sensitive eyes, something terrible happens. You realize... there's nothing to eat.

“Jake!!!! There's nothing to eat, this is really bad!” You call from the other room. He pokes his head around from where he stands.

“Shit, lemme see.” He follows into the kitchen and looks at the mostly empty shelves. 

“I just wanted some chocolate covered pretzels or something man come on.” You hang your head in defeat. Jake snickers.

“Hey! This is really bad Jake, I wouldn’t expect you to get it honestly.” You walk closer to him as you speak the words until your noses are touching. He pretends to bite off the end of your nose and you back away laughing. 

“Jake.”

“Hmm?”

“I’m so hungry I’m gonna eat you.”

“You know I wouldn’t mind that.” He smirks and sends you a wink. You roll your eyes.

“Get your phone quick, I need an apple cider donut from that place next to the record store.”

“Baby.”

“What? Go get the phone please, I'm so hungry.”

“It's 11pm.”

“Fuck. Okay let's get Dunkin Donuts.”

He whips out his phone and opens the doordash app. You scroll through the many options and each pick out 3 donuts. One boston cream, a vanilla one and chocolate one for Jake and three pumpkin donuts for you. You both cave and order a slice of pizza each, to pair along with the donuts.

After placing the order, the after effects of the weed pull you back into the comfort of the couch. You perfectly intertwine with each other and the rhythmic sound of Jake's heartbeat draws you into a peaceful slumber. 

The sound of someone knocking rapidly on the door wakes the both of you and Jake jumps up. The sound startles you and you clutch your chest trying to regain your composure after the initial panic fades away.

“Who is it, it's so late?” You look at him and he looks back with the same level of confusion before his expression changes and he starts to laugh.

“What??”

“Baby.. it's the food we ordered, we fell asleep..” He giggles all the way to the door and opens it to greet the person. With a quick thank you and an exchange of two large boxes, Jake closes the door and sets the food on the table. You can smell it from a few feet away and you walk over to join him. Without a doubt it's most definitely the best thing you’ve ever smelled. 

“Hmmmm.” You both say at the same time.

After fixing yourselves both a plate and placing them on the coffee table next to the couch, you pick out the next album. The Cars, a classic, an album perfect for fall and another shared favorite between you and Jake.

The retro sort of sound is so very dance worthy so you move your way over to him gracefully moving your feet in a haphazard function. He laughs at you so you pretend to look hurt. 

“You can judge my dancing skills when I see you dance alright big shot?” He rolls his eyes, smiling still. 

You sit next to him on the floor and see that he has already started on his pizza. You waste no time scarfing down your own slice as well. He waits for you to finish yours before moving on to dessert. You both cheer for the donuts holding them up high before quickly finishing all of them. You steal plenty of bites of Jake’s after regretting your decision in only getting one flavor.

“I don’t know at the moment it just seemed really good!”

After finishing all the donuts, you both lay back for a moment, unable to move from the amount of food you’ve consumed.

“That was delicious but I need to sleep for like a week now. Should we go to bed or just fuck it and sleep on the couch?” You stand up stretching your limbs and he does the same. Jake intertwines your fingers in his and sways them by your sides.

“I don’t know we’ve been sleeping on the couch a lot lately, I kind of miss our bed.” A small smile plays on his lips and you both share a look of agreement without evening having to speak the words.

You and Jake walk hand in hand to fall asleep on the couch for the third time this week. You both fall asleep instantly, dreaming about one another, those kinds of dreams that you don’t ever want to wake up from.

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#greta van fleet #jake kiszka #series #jake x reader #romance #fluff #fall #autumn #weed #comfort

[bluetooththereptile]

Oh my gosh first of all sorry Blue I think I did go a bit overboard on that ask especially considering it was for a yandere one shot 😂 Ok you don't have to write it thanks for your honesty to be honest I wasn't sure what to give you for yandere batfam. B/c in your original work like with the unwanted reader you went above and beyond with emotions , and in each part it got really suspensful and good. And I wasn't sure if the typical girl meets yandere would cut it I was afraid if I made it to simple you'd be bored with my request. Anyway in hindsight I probably should have read over my ask and made it shorter. Ok so I know its kinda the same ask but it can be more vague and unsaid if you are ok with it could you do a one - shot of a day in the life of growing up from birth with a yandere batfam? But with a male character maybe mid teens and things can be implied but mostly it could be about how his life has turned out from staying so long with them how he is just barely seeing the signs of how strange his life is and his struggle for independence and self discovery and wanting to be his own man and having so many strong male role models in his life yet never seeming to make progress on his own and he is frustrated . Anyway if thats ok with you maybe something like that also I hope you know you never have to feel pressured to write for me I will always appreciate the work you put out and the sensations I felt and remember when encountering your work I like you to and I kinda get it I'm not much of a writer with an online presence but when I do write sometimes for prompts or projects it can be a lot the burnout or just not feeling the scenario or words to fill it out and finish it so take care ok after all you are giving us your time and work and I and others appreciate it so just do whatever feels natural in the mean time I'll be cheering on from the sidelines !☺

Alright now we are talking!

I can do that don't worry! Thanks for asking!

Being a Wayne

Male reader x yandere bat family

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

Just saying I may write a chapter two for this~

Tw: violence, injuries

"Master Y/N!" You rolled your eyes as you turned to meet Alfred with your lunch bag in his hands. "You were going to forget your lunch master Y/N..." you gave the old man a half-smile "You know I'm not 12 anymore right? Plus in school, they give us lunch, right Tim?" You turned to your brother who was trying to find a way to get rid of the lunch bag in his hands by putting it behind a plant or a statue "Timmy?" You tried to grab his attention "W-what huh?" He jolted his head up "Oh sorry...did you say something Y/N?" At this point whatever you were going to say was forgotten and Alfred had walked away, leaving you with the lunch bag.

You sighed in frustration, you were not a child anymore! You could take care of yourself! You'd be an adult in just a year and Alfred still treated you like you didn't know what to eat or not! Alright, maybe you and Tim, who was nearly your age, had made some questionable habits over drinking coffee or eating snacks but that didn't mean that everything you ate had to be monitored by someone else! The only time you got to eat something, not home-cooked was when you were on a mission, for sure home-cooked meals were great but you didn't need to be supervised about it!

"Good morning guys!" Dick's voice echoed in the hallway, you smiled at him as he waved to you before turning his head toward Tim "My batring is broken you care to fix it up for me?" He nearly yelled from the other end of the hallway, his phone in his hand "Why don't you do it yourself? Too busy talking to your "baby"?" Tim nagged "Oh hey stop right there young man! I'm an adult with so much stuff to do! As your older brother, I am asking you to fix my stuff because I can!" Tim rolled his eyes "Fine, I'll fix it when we get home!" "That's a good boy! But make sure to fix it before the sun goes down I need it tonight!" "I thought you didn't patrol tonight?" You asked in surprise "No it's Jay's turn tonight, I need it for the mission-..."

Dick trailed off as Tim mouthed him to stop, but it was too late and the secret already had spilled "What mission?" You asked, confused. As a member of the justice league you had expected to be informed about missions happening, so when dick, as the supervisor, knew about the missions concerning the league, you had to know it too! Unless they had "forgotten" to inform you. You turned to Tim with your eyes narrowed, shushing him before he could even open his mouth you sighed deeply. Today's ride to school was going to be a long one.

......

"I thought we were close enough, Timothy!" Tim winced at his full being used, your sarcastic tone adding to The bitterness of your argument "Didn't we agree on not hiding anything from each other Tim?" "Yes but-" "No buts and no more excuses! How could you? It's the third time this month!" You looked out of the window in frustration, trying to calm yourself down, Tim remained silent, knowing that if he continued to make excuses, you'd get angrier.

It was not fair, you thought to yourself. You trained so hard that some training sessions had ended up in you and your father arguing about you pushing your limits too far. You tried to analyze every mission as best as you could so you had better performance in your missions, you tried to be the best but your family left you out of what you enjoyed the most, being a hero.

You had joined the league for six months now, but you had gone on two missions so far when Tim and your siblings were too busy dealing with their duties. It was not fair! Not at all! You bit down on your fist to stop yourself from groaning in frustration. How could they leave you out like this? You were tired of their stupid excuses, they had used all of their tactics to make you believe that something was wrong when it wasn't!

Your physical test for the joining application to the league had gotten rejected several times while you were in perfect condition! Your equipment had broken down without being used, you were left out of the mission calls and your batring were always offline, no matter how many times you had tried to fix it. You knew it was your family's fault, but you couldn't find any evidence. And it frustrated you to no end.

All you wanted to do was to help people around you, just like what your mother had taught you during the first decade of your life, she had told you to become a good member of society, and help the people who are in need of it, just like your father. Bless her soul, you hadn't seen her again since you were ten years old, how could she come out of her grave to meet you again? You thought, your heart clenching in your chest at the memory of her.

......

The ride to school went silently, and you didn't bother to utter a word to your brother for the rest of your time at school. Fortunately, you had Bart and M'gan To fill up your time with. "Wow boy! If my ma were going to put these in my bag I wouldn't have eaten junk food away again!" Bart said as he buried his head into your lunch back, making you smack the back of his head lightly as you chuckled "You look down today...what's the matter?" M'gan asked as she tilted her head to the side, you sighed and looked up at her, she had put on such a good disguise that even you couldn't recognize her easily if you didn't know her new look already, "It's my family..." She knowingly patted your shoulder, you had talked about this before, and no matter how many solutions you had thought of, none of them had worked out.

"I just...ugh! Look at Bart! Look at him!" You said as you pointed at Bart, making the poor guy stare at you with wide eyes "What?" He asked with his mouth full "Am I not as good as Bart?" You asked, making M'gan rub the back of her neck "Well..." She trailed off, making you groan "I may not have any super powers but I bet on anything you say that I train my ass off nearly every day! I try to learn from others, but I'm never good enough!" You made an impression of your father as you deepened your voice "You are not qualified for this position!" You couldn't help but slam your fist on the table, making your plate fall off the lunch table.

"I'm sick of it! Look at me! It's my 18th birthday next month and I'm still treated like a baby! I'm sent off to a school that has cameras everywhere, I don't care if it's nice or not! I'm constantly watched by some strangers! I find trackers sewed in my clothes and bags, even right now I know that someone is listening through my damn phone because it's hacked!" You seeth the last part in your phone's speaker, scoffing as your Jayson's number showed up on the screen.

You turned your phone off as you continued "I'm never good enough! At home, I'm treated like I'm something fragile and outside of it I'm like a failure that needs to stay at home all the time! Haven't you seen Bruce when he's all of the gear and armor? He terrifies the shit out of everyone including me, and I feel madder every day passes because I am not good enough for him!" You called your father by name when you were too angry to help yourself. "I just don't know what to do!" "Let it go, dude...you can start tomorrow, just don't push yourself now..." Bart said, sounding more sensible than ever "Alright..."

It was your last class of the day, and you were impatient to leave, your empty stomach grumbled, making you tap your pen on your notes harder, so you could let out the frustration in a way. You couldn't understand whatever the teacher was saying, your mind was in another world. You were pulled out of your thoughts as a note found its way on your desk. "You okay?" Tim had asked making you scoff again, you turned to your brother, who had his desk next to you "Do I look okay?" You mouthed, making him wince again, a storm was going to hit the Wayne mansion and it was going to end in something good, Tim thought to himself.

......

"Y/N! I don't have time for this!" Your father shouted at you, making your Jae close in an instant, he hadn't shouted at you like this before, He was tired and angry, not on you of course, how could he, but the last weeks had been frustrating to him, and your continuous nagging didn't help him ease it down much. You stood there as your father put his armor gear on, you sighed and looked away, it was not the time to talk to him, you knew it well, that was why you gave given up. You watched Damian pick his weapons up, making your fists clench harder. You understood what your family was going through, but the anger did not subside, it just crawled into your every bone, waiting for the right for you to snap.

Damian gave you a knowing look, reminding you of the conversion you two had effort your father had gotten home, you had offered him help in his patrolling, and even though the boy loved to have quality time with you, he refused. You asked for the reason and he withheld the answers from you, for no damn reason!

So naturally, you had tried to open up the conversation with your father, who surprisingly "didn't have time" for you. And here you were, standing there like a moron. "Dad...can we have a talk when you are back?" You asked, "For what?" He said as turned to you, you looked at him the scowl on his face reminding you of the danger your words could bring. But you swallowed your saliva that had suddenly thickened for no reason "About my missions..."

Your father sighed before glaring at you "Look Y/N, right now the whole world is crumbling down" he hissed as he walked toward you, "Millions of people are in danger!" When he reached you he did something that you couldn't imagine him doing, he grabbed your jaw and slammed your back to the nearest wall "I don't have the time to worry about what is mine! And you, a spoiled brat, can be a virus in my perfect system!" His fingers clenched your jaws hardly as you stared at your father in fear, Bruce was in one of his most dark days and you were unlucky enough to be a victim of the Batman inside him.

Damian was terrified to do anything but watch as your father let go of you and left, leaving you to sink onto the floor, your body frozen in fear and disbelief, your face covered in bruises made by his strong grip, later you'll find out that your jaw had cracked under that pressure but for now you were too busy processing what had happened. Damian rushed to help you, but you stopped him by holding your hand to his small chest, he had duties to do in your father's perfect system, and you didn't want to have that deadly look set upon you ever again, so you pushed him away gently, pointing at his batring that was buzzing.

Damian left you alone despite being worried, but he didn't forget to call for Alfred who would come to help you. Being a Wayne no matter how loved you were, was hard. You had to be the perfect gear in your father's machine, just doing what you were asked to do while your father pulled the strings, and he could hurt you if you were disobedient. Alfred tried to talk to you, but you stared at him like you had met him for the first time, your eyes had opened to the reality you had lived in all your life. All of those lost friends and relatives, those little accidents and destroyed your relationship with many, your life choice being affected by unexpected circumstances, all of that...now you were seeing things in a different light, now you knew.

You were going to get out of your father's sight as soon as you could.

#blue answers #yandere batfamily #yandere batman #yandere #yandere alfred pennyworth #yandere damian wayne #yandere dick grayson #yandere robin #yandere bruce wayne #yandere nightwing #yandere tim drake #yandere red hood #yandere jason todd #yandere red Robin #yandere x reader

[eloquentreverie]

Ok. Either tumblr ate your ask or I accidentally hit answer privately. But here's Ari Levinson kitten thoughts. @brandycranby

pairing: none.

warnings: none. just fluff and ari being the cutest cat daddy.

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐜𝐬

Whenever Ari comes home, he's always exhausted but every time he parks his truck in the drive in the evening, just as the sun goes down. After taking two steps, 3 little kittens crawl out from under his front porch.

At first, it started with him giving them milk and kitten food. He did it for a few weeks, afraid he might scare off their mother. And he's not totally set on bringing them into the house yet but, when he doesn't see the momma cat he expects the worst and caves. He brings all of them inside his home and boy does he pamper them. Ari feeds them. Grooms them. Play with them. He loves being their dad!

"Alright boys, it's bath time!!" he declares playfully after arriving home one day.

The kitties already love the warm, tub in the master bathroom so he knows they're excited to bathe tonight. They race around his feet. Purring loudly when they rub up against his legs while he unbuttons his plaid shirt and shrugs it off his broad shoulders.

As soon as he steps into the tub, barefoot, with just his jeans on; he can hear a chorus of "meows" echo in the room from each kitten entering the tub with him. Laughing heartily at the little sounds, he picks one of the cats up under the tummy and gently sinks him in the water. "Meo-ow!!!" The kitty cries before playfully splashing with its front paws.

He gives another cat, a bit bigger than the other one, a bath too; this cat has different colored eyes and enjoys drinking the water with his tongue, instead of splashing with its front paws like the other cat does.

"Alright kitty..." Ari says to a white fluffy kitten who wants nothing more to do with the bath and attempts to climb out of the tub but gets soaked by the larger cats. Before the smallest cat even touches the water it's pushed back in by one of the big kitties and begins crying. "Hold on baby... Don't be sad..."

Ari washes all three, taking his time scrubbing the smallest one gently. But the two larger, more rambunctious cats become distracted with the bubbles forming in the tub as a result of him washing their sibling. The smaller one tries climbing into the bubbles to hide again but Ari holds on firmly while lathering it up. When all 3 are finished, clean and exhausted from being pampered, Ari towels them dry individually.

A few hours before he goes to bed, Ari strides into the kitchen grabbed the can opener along with a couple of cans of fresh tuna. They're still so little that he doesn't need much. "Dessert time!" he announces, setting down the bowl filled with tuna, which excites the sleepy trio of cats; waking them from their naps right away. He also sets out some cat chow for the furballs, as well as some for the tabby cat that's been living in his backyard lately. He plans to catch her eventually but she's shy and probably afraid to come inside the house.

At 11 p.m. or so, Ari decides to retire to his bedroom. He dresses down until he's just in his boxers before he slips under the covers. At night, he likes sleeping next to the kittens because he worries they might wander into another room and get lost. As soon as he lays down though, they run towards him, scurrying over his body; getting settled in quickly.

The kittens use his arm as a pillow and their favorite spot to lie down on is his chest. Once the lights are off, Ari gives each cat one kiss on the head. Then settles in himself, petting them and rubbing their heads and soft furry ears, which causes purring that always put him straight to sleep.

"I love you," He mumbles to the kittens before falling asleep with the sweetest, satisfied expression on his face.

#ari levinson imagine #ari levinson #ari levinson fluff #ari levinson fanfiction #ari levinson fanfic #ari levinson blurb #cevans chara kitten verse! #mywriting #chris evans

[chloe-spade]

Tangled Up Prolouge

This is the story of how I died a painful, horrible death, which was told for generations to generations. For all the naughty boys and girls all over the world as a cautionary tale.

Ruggie..

Alright, it's not exactly true, but I did die, but we have to go way back, even before I was born. You can tell how long this story is if someone as young as me has to retell it.

☀️

One very few centuries ago, the sun and moon dropped a magical raindrop during the day and night cycle, which led to certain things from happening. One was the Sunflower, a magical flower that had an odd power for those who found it. The Moonflower was a different story, it would lead to healing but also destroy, which is reflected in the moon cycle.

But this story is about the Sunflower.

As I mentioned, it has the power to heal anyone who comes in contact with it, but only a special few know about how to activate its power.

☀️

An old man managed to rummage through the forest and looked at the flower, looking back at his notes with a small laugh as he looked back at the flower, starting a small hum.

(See this man, yeah, remember him, he's very important. His name is Divus Crewel, and he's a harsh man who values something unattainable, like beauty, and an awesome flower, but I'm getting ahead of myself.)

"Flower petals are glowing gold with soft purple highlights, glows the brightest when the sun sets," Divus notes, "This flower is the first of its kind, but the possibility of various isn't unlikely." As he takes his notes, he slowly begins to hum.

A light glowed and he felt a small energy throughout his body. He gasps as he stares at his hands. No sagged skin, no wrinkles, nothing. He stared at the flower and began to hum again, and the flower reacted again.

Flower,

And soon, lyrics came to his mind, and he sang:

Gleam and Glow,

Let your power shine~

Save what has been lost

Bring back what once was mine,

(Are you freaked out? Yeah, so healing also means de-aging, so this crazed scientist decided on what he wanted to do with this newly discovered flower.)

What once was mine~

Divus took note, "Has some anti-aging properties, and alerted by song, whether song or humming. It could be used for healing?" He swiftly took out his dagger and slashed his hand, only for him to heal and flower healed it.

"Amazing," he muttered and looked around. With all around, he slowly mustered a wicker basket and created a makeshift bush to hide the flower. "No one should know about this," he concluded when he walked away, leaving the flower, hidden and alone, hoping for sunlight to peak through.

☀️

Creepy, huh?

Ok, so you've met our villain, one with so much vanity, that he hid the flower for his uses only. Now let's focus on the king, who was around the area at the same time but for an entirely different reason.

That man was King Lilia of the Sol Kingdom.

He became king after his queen gave him the title for she foresaw she was to die during an expanding war between Sol and an unnamed kingdom.

With his leadership, he was able to win the war of all, and this led to the kingdom being covered with walls to prevent wars and show peace instead. That was how good Lilia was as a king, and now today was the day that would change his life.

☀️

Rumors were heard of a wailing spirit stuck in the woods, which caught the attention of King Lilia. He looked around the woods, along with the knights of the kingdom. Lilia didn't believe the rumours but since they scared the villagers, he had to look around for the ampty named spirit.

"What has the emergency?" Lilia asked the head guard.

"Well, one of the women in our village has said that she heard a cry in the woods, but she couldn't identify the location. She was sure it was a ghost." A Guard explained.

Lilia nodded held the lantern high and kept walking around the forest, before the cry was heard again, causing an alert to everyone before Lilia began to walk towards the sound, only to see a basket with a baby covered in a blanket.

"Well," Lilia chuckled and carefully picked up the basket, "You caused many a fright, little child." The baby squeaked and cried again. "Oh, my," Lilia whispered, "Let's get you to somewhere warmer." Lilia alerted the guards and walked towards the castle.

After what seemed forever, the baby was now healthy and happy. Lilia grew fond of the child and named the baby Silver, due to his mysterious hair color that reminded Lilia of a silver blade. Silver was crowned prince as soon as he would. Lilia loved Silver with all his being and adored his son with every waking moment, and so did many of the townsfolk who met the boy. He was the pride prince of Sol, everyone loved and adored him, even at his young age. It was such a momentous occasion that a tradition began on the boy's birthday.

On the special day, golden lanterns will rise into the night sky, but Lilia made one for his son and it was so special, that if the prince touches it himself, it would glow a beautiful purple, like his eyes, which makes it more exciting when he grows up. Legends have spoken about how that lantern will never crumble, and he kept it inside a special vault.

It was strange having a child around the castle, but it made Lilia's day. Especially when the child began to dream about becoming a knight, inspired by King Lilia. He even got a small horse, an old birthday present.

But soon, after his 5th birthday, he got a bad illness, an illness that made the young boy bedridden, coughing every single moment. It worried everyone in the kingdom, horrified that their darling prince was going to die because of this horrible illness.

It was one of those days when King Lilia was dealing with massive dread of fear because of the situation until an alchemist came in with an incredible discovery. He told Lilia of a rare golden flower, which caught King Lilia's attention and asked for the location.

The Pharmacist agreed and soon, both they and Lilia planned a search party, despite Lilia having doubts, it was approved by Lilia and as soon as dusk approached, the search party began.

"What do you know of the golden flower?"

This caught the attention of Divus, who continued to use the flower to provide for his youth. He heard horses scatter and neigh around. He managed to hear more of the conversation.

"It could heal anything, including illnesses," The Alchemist explained. "It is from the sun,"

(Yeah, yeah, hey! I already told everyone where it came from, and I don't need a re-explanation. How about we go back to Crewel? Please?)

"What in the heavens?" He muttered, before covering the flower and departing, unaware that the cover completely flipped over by his foot.

The glow caught one of the Head Knight's attention, and he walked over to it. He gasped at it, watching the golden flower glow, illuminating everything around it. He turned back and yelled, "I found it!"

"Alright men, King Lilia said we should be careful with it," one guard reminded, "it's for the prince,"

"Yes, sir."

Divus watched in horror, seeing the flower he tried to keep hidden taken from the ground and being carefully carried away. "King Lilia…" He hissed to himself as he slowly followed the guards back to the village. But what stopped him was when they reached the castle, and the gates were shut.

☀️

"It'll be ok," Lilia whispered to Silver, "We've gotten something for you." Silver looked up but remained silent as his throat hurt horribly. Silver watched as an unknown man walked inside, holding a bowl of glowing liquid and within it a flower. He watched how the bowl slowly went towards him.

Silver gulped and sipped the water.

"What a strange flower," Silver yawns, "..it tastes amazing. What is it, Father? It felt like magic."

"That's our secret, dear boy," Lilia laughed, kissing his forehead. "But do sleep and you'll feel better in the morning. Please enter a beautiful dreamland."

Silver smiles and yawns again, his eyes drooping until he fell asleep.

Lilia sighs, gets up, and leaves the room. He looked down at the flower water in his hands, not knowing what to do with it. But he did have an idea when he saw seeds swim around the water.

"What if I.." Lilia pondered.

"Your highness?"

"Oh, Shroud," Lilia gasped, "I do thank you for finding this. Though I do fear of what would happen if this would to be found by others. I may have an idea."

"What do you have in mind?" Shroud spoke up.

Lilia looked and made Shroud follow him, to a secret room.

"I plan to create a small room, where I can keep this flower inside and maybe create more if things happen to our people. I understand why it may be a bad idea, but I have so much fear that I will lose Silver once again. I was entrusted to keep this kingdom safe and I intend to keep it that way."

"Then let me join you," Shroud offered, "we should start a small garden and create notes."

"Perfect. I thank you once again."

☀️

Knights surround the castle, but none can see a dark-figured man go around the castle and pass everyone. The dark figure entered the window, into the young prince's room.

Divus stared at the sleeping boy, as peaceful as he could be, with a raging hatred because if it wasn't for him falling ill, he would still be young and beautiful. But it was not his concern right now but to find the flower to replant for himself.

Flower,

Now to start the search:

Gleam and Glow,

Let your power shine~

Save what has been lost

Bring back what once was mine,

He was about to continue until a glow fetched his eyes.

What once was mine~

The glow belongs to the sleeping boy in front of him, unaware that his hair begins to glow when Divus sings. He walks over and begins to sing again, and his hair glows once again and Divus felt his body getting younger and younger when it did.

It was strange that his hair was glowing, but it did create some new notes, still humming to see more of the result.

He watched and a wicked smirk appeared on his face, and he gently pulled out scissors, and slowly began to reach for a strand but as soon as he cut it, it became dull and fell back down on his face, no more power overflowing of it.

"I saw him go through here…" said a guard outside the door, as he heard two footsteps.

Crewel looks at the door and back at the child.

Divus had to make a choice. He didn't care about the consequences, all he cared about was his beauty and his research about the one thing the king stole from him.

As he heard the door begin to open, Divus looked at the child with a grin.

"You've taken what's mine…so," He picked up Silver and held it close as soon as the door opened, "I've taken what's yours!" And with that he disappeared into the winds, leaving the guards confused as his laughter echoed in the air.

The door broke open but it was too late for the knights. The figure was already gone, only leaving an old notebook on the floor.

☀️

The guards searched everywhere, so wide even the outskirts of the kingdom, the forests were searched but an area they didn't expect was a house, a small cottage within it all. The house belonged to Divus Crewel, the one confirmed by the knights to have kidnapped the prince, and the house was empty, saw for a few items such as mirrors and potions.

But Lilia found something that could help them understand the kidnapper, just enough to save his son one day.

☀️

Beyond the border of Solm and into the dark forest, if you see a moss-filled rock, best to double-check if it's really a rock. Behind is a cavern, which leads to the other side, to reveal a tower filled with moss around it and no entrances to be seen, so one would think it would be abandoned.

That's where the prince was hidden, singing for someone he now thought was a father. Yes, Crewel took the kid and raised him as his own, with the help of a magic spell that distorts memory.

He had found his magic flower, and now, more than ever, he was determined to keep him hidden, even if he were not to leave the tower ever.

☀

Silver was only 5 years old when he was aware of his odd home. He didn't have many complaints, mainly because his memories were so fuzzy, but he was a kid. Shouldn't he be outside, playing with the grass and birds up in the sky?

So, when he has the opportunity to ask his father about it.

Silver hummed as Crewel brushed his hair, unaware of its cause to him in particular, but he only saw it as helping his father relax after a rough day. "…Father," He asked, "Why can't I go outside?"

"The world is a dangerous place, full of nasty people," Crewel lied, "It's only to protect you, my dear. I hope you understand." Silver nodded while looking back at the fireplace.

But inside, he was giddy, for he knew today was his birthday and that meant those special stars would appear high above where he was. So as the night continued to fall, Silver sneaked past and opened the window, watching as the lights began to float above the forest, just enough for him to stare. He watched increasingly and wondered where they came from, and why on his birthday no less.

His father spoke of them once but only claimed them as nasty stars that don't belong in the sky and would never let Silver watch them at night, but that never stopped him, and he'll continue until the day he finally leaves the tower and onto the world below.

#twisted wonderland #twst #Tangled Up #tangled au #original works #original work #lilia vanrouge #twst silver #divus crewel #ruggie bucchi #rugsil #silrug #silver x ruggie #ruggie x silver

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Being With The Elite

Summary: My brain is not functioning properly to translate a decent summary anymore so just consider this my late night thoughts and horniness paired up with me watching too many hours of BTE

Word Count: 1297 words

Pairings: Kenny Omega x Fem Reader x Nick Jackson x Matt Jackson

Warnings: +18 only, smut, abs riding, exhibition kink and a bunch of filth

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

Tag: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @aerynscrichton , @hungmanhorsecarriage , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @ava-valerie , @crowleysqueenofhell , @sassymox , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @unusual-tomorrxw , @waywardwrestlewritingwaif , @new-zealand-chic , @thealliasylum , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch

A promise whispered in your ear made the most delicious shiver run down your spine

“I have a surprise for you and I can guarantee that you’ll love it”.

The tenor’s voice teased every part of your being and made you aware that whatever was about to happen, you would have one of the best times of your life.

Turning around to lay on your back, you stared at Kenny’s baby blue eyes and smiled “And what have I done to deserve such a wonderful surprise?”. Your hands cupped his stubbled cheeks as your lips brushed against his.

“You’ve been such a good girl for me the past couple of weeks, inside and outside of the bedroom, that I feel like you deserve a reward”.

The soft afternoon sun gleam entered through the sheer white curtains of your bedroom and bathed yours and Kenny’s body in its warmth. His soft sculpted lips brushed against yours before he captured your mouth in a deep, passionate kiss.

The white majestic doors of your bedroom slowly opened, and at the sound of heavy footsteps against the hardwood floor, you looked over to the side and your heart skipped a beat when you saw Matt and Nick.

“I invited the boys for a playdate with us” You felt Kenny’s smirk against your cheek “I know how much you love being watched and I know that you have a thing for them, so I thought this would be a wonderful reward for you”.

Your eyes showed a glimpse of uncertainty as you looked into Kenny’s eyes. He smiled fondly at you and soon answered your unspoken question “Yes, I’m sure of it. I want you to have a good time, but first we’ll set some rules, okay?” His hand brushed your hair away from your face.

“Yes, sir”

“They are aware of our ground rules, so they won’t be directly playing with you or playing with you without me around. But they’re allowed to touch you if I let them. Are you ok with that?”

“Yes, sir”

“Good, girl” He praised “Do you want to add any rules?”

“No, sir”

Kenny sat back before laying down on the mattress. He tapped his thighs for you to straddle him and once you did, he caressed your hips “Alright, lolly” The sweet nickname made you smile widely at him “What’s the safeword?”

“Cherry blossom, sir”

“Good girl” His voice dropped an octave and his eyes began to change to a deeper shade of blue. The new tone made your insides melt and you felt yourself wiggling on his lap. The grip on your hips tightened “I didn’t say you could move, did I?”. You gulped and shook your head “No, sir. I’m sorry” Even your own voice was slowly changing now, becoming needier and higher the more Kenny spoke to you. Matt and Nick both watched with astonished looks as your and Kenny’s demeanor gradually changed.

“Kiss me” Kenny commanded as his thumb softly circled your hidden pearl. You more than eagerly obliged and soon tasted his honeyed lips with your tongue.

One of his hands left your hip to grab something that one of the Jackson’s placed on top of the bed. Kenny made a signal to the boys and soon Matt and Nick were sitting on the bed with their backs against the padded headboard, one on each side of Kenny.

“Sit back” He whispered against your lips and soon you placed your hands on his strong thighs and leaned back.

Kenny sucked on the bullet vibrator before slowly sliding it in you. He handed the remote control over to Matt as he kept his gaze glued on you. Nick squirted some warming lube on Kenny’s abs and at the sight of what was about to happen you let out a soft moan at the same time Matt turned on the vibrator. “Oh, that’s my sweet, dirty girl. You already know, don’t you?” Kenny chuckled when your only response was a soft whine, “Ride my abs, lolly. Show them how well you can move those hips”.

You slid up and sat on his slick abs, your hips already moving on their own to find the perfect rhythm. Once he saw how fast you were going, Kenny held your hips in place and you blinked in confusion.

“Make it last” He stated, guiding your hips to a much slower rhythm. making you feel each and every one of his warmed up abs sliding against your clit “Like this” He pressed your hips further down on his torso. The new pressure against your clit made you gasp, and Matt used the opportunity to turn up the pace of the vibrator.

“Holy shit” Softly left your lips as a series of moans followed.

“Her moans are fucking hot” Nick grunted while keeping his cornflower blue orbs on you. Matt turned up the pace of the vibrator and you jolted with the new feeling “You weren’t lying, Kenny. The faces she makes can make anyone cum just by looking at her”. Matt felt the need to suppress his own moan after you began to suck on your fingers.

A sly smirk took over Kenny’s lips “I know, I’m a lucky man. The hottest, dirtiest little slut in the world belongs to me” His heavy hand patted your cheek, making you moan around your own fingers “Look how pathetic she is. It’s adorable!” Kenny pinched your clit between his thumb and forefinger “Tell me what you are, lolly”

“I’m your pathetic little slut, sir”

“And who do you belong to?”

“You and only you, sir”

“Good girl. That’s my good little girl” Kenny praised and soon nodded at Nick who leaned forward and captured one of your hard nipples into his warm mouth. He softly scraped his teeth against the engorged nub and hummed, the vibration caused your eyes to close and Kenny soon slapped your cheek harder. “Na ah, keep your eyes on me! I want you to look at me” He pressed your cheeks together until your lips pouted. He pulled your fingers out of your mouth and pressed his thumb against your bottom lip. You eagerly sucked on his thick digit and kept your gaze glued to his.

The fire upon Kenny’s eyes made your walls clench around the vibrator. “The things I’m gonna do to you” His growl was low and predatory like, making you beg “Sir, please”.

Kenny gave two slaps on Nick’s shoulder and the blonde man let your nipple slide off his lips with a loud pop. His nose roamed up your arm until he reached your neck. Nick’s lips brushed against your pulse point and soon he began to suck on the sensitive skin of your neck.

“Tell me what you want, lolly” Kenny whispered as Matt pressed the last level of the vibrator, making it reach its full speed. “I want you to fuck me and I wanna cum so bad” Your thighs instantly clenched around Kenny’s rib cage “Please, sir. I don’t know how long I can take it” Your nails left deep, red marks all over Kenny’s chest and suddenly, you felt the vibrator being pulled out of you and your hips being pushed up and back.

Matt joined his brother’s action and glued his lips against the opposite side of your neck right before you felt your walls stretching around Kenny’s cock.

His hips snapped against yours in an almost inhuman pace. His growls and grunts paired up with his sharp thrusts were making it difficult for you to breathe, let alone speak. He slapped your ass in a sign for you to ride him as he supported his weight on his forearms.

He smirked against your lips and whispered “Welcome to The Elite, lolly”.

#kenny omega fanfiction #kenny omega imagine #kenny omega x reader #kenny omega #kenny omega smut #matt jackson fanfiction #matt jackson smut #matt jackson x reader #matt jackson imagine #matt jackson #nick jackson imagine #nick jackson x reader #nick jackson fanfiction #nick jackson #masochist writes

[cum-villain]

Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks...

no problem, i love ask games like this!

this is in no particular order, just vaguely The Top Ten

ainosuke shindo from sk8 the infinity. he is such a fun guy. he commits crimes yes but hes sad and pathetic so i forgive him. his whole deal with love and "love" is jhasdhfd hellyeah.

shen qingqiu from scum villain's self saving system. what can i say, he is literally the guy of all time. he is shizunhusbandwifemommydaddy. he is the transgender transphobic homosexual homophobic asexual man woman nonbinary peep. hes special.

shen qiao from thousand autumns. i barely know anything about him but he is so so precious i cannot not list him here. baby <3

mike wheeler from stranger things. if you look at my st blog youll notice its literally all mike jhsdghasdgfhasd. hes so complex and hes also my sweet baby. i love picking him apart.

yue qingyuan from svsss. i want to give him a hug and tell him everything will be alright and give him his beloved and make them tell The Truth About Things for 10 minutes because he deserves it. i just. cry. he.

shi qingxuan from tian guan ci fu is literally an icon and 90% of what i know about her is from spoilers but honestly slay. i cant decide if shes genderfluid or a trans woman but either way. its in the text and that amazes me. cant believe theres a gender character in my danmei novel. also she slays so hard. queen.

shen jiu from svsss is my wet pathetic baby and also so so tragic. objectively terrible person but i forgive him. also she is trans. to me.

youngblood from roleslaying with roman. he is the moon but actually thats a facade hes the sun. man it feels weird using he/him pronouns for yb because i am so convinced she is gender. it has no canon basis but she is a queen ok.

armand from interview with the vampire. specifically the books because i have never watched the show in my life. he slays i think.

luo binghe. bingbing. my babygirl. my silly goose boy. he <3333

#i just woke up so i am not coherent #oh look an ask #ty tho i love tormenting people with Characters

[aetheternity]

So sweet, just for me

Synopsis: Just some stories where reader takes care of Virgin! Armin.

Disclaimer: Unprotected sex, blowjobs, Sub Armin and sexually experienced Y/N are all present in this. Minors exit now.

☆☆Just Summer Things☆☆

Sweat coursed down the expanse of every inch of your body. Or maybe it was water you weren't really sure. A set of carefully trimmed nails shivered and shook beside your head, digging into the grimy tree bark. Locks of sun kissed blonde hair stuck to parts of your neck, face and collarbone as you coaxed Armin's breathing down. Forehead resting uncomfortably against the bark and your ass firmly seated against his hips.

"How do you feel sweet boy?"

"I-I.." He panted, pulling his face back a little. Blue doe eyes full of lust and the sweet shine of tears.

His cock currently pressed delicately against your g-spot during what started out as a normal water balloon fight. Between the boys and the girls of course. You guys had all come out during late afternoon, Sasha and Connie started tossing water balloons and teams formed accordingly.

At some point you'd run off to what you thought was a safe zone only to find Armin perched in the bushes. Contemplation etched into his soft features.

"Move slowly ok." You encourage. You were surprised by how big he was sure but the warning was more so this could last for a while.

He nodded where you were still holding the back of his head. His nails cautiously unlatching from the tree moving instead to sink into the fat of your hips while at the same time his once snugly nestled cock began to move. The sweet drag forcing your toes to curl and your eyes to shut. A small exhale cresting off your lips.

A breathy moan fell from his trembling lips as he pulls you in closer. Wrapping his arms around your waist and squeezing around you like a lifeline.

You'd met Armin only two years ago through Jean and continued to crush on him for the entirety of those two years. Until today when he'd admitted to you that he was a little ashamed of being a virgin while consistently having to listen to Eren, Connie and Jean's conquests.

You told him they were probably lying about at least half of those stories but it only got you a small smile. So you decided to do him one better and offer to take his virginity.

It wasn't selfish. It was a win win. He would receive a conquest story to tell and you would get what you'd been craving since you'd first seen him in Jean's apartment shirtless and trying to help fix the messed up drain.

"Feels good?" You chuckle huskily

"Oh my God.." He huffs into your skin. 

His hips worked themselves up a little faster. A slightly clumsy pace forming but he was new at this so you weren't mad.

"Armin slow down baby, I don't want you to get ahead of yourself."

"I-i'm sorry.. j-ust feels amazing.."

One of his hands hesitantly snaked up your shirt. Skittish in the way he palmed at your breast. Though he quickly eased up when you replied to the affection with a little mewl.  

It felt surprisingly amazing for you as well. Considering the situation and the fact that Armin had never done this with anyone. This really was his first time.. What a weird thing to tell people. My first time was at a water balloon fight against a tree.

You hummed when the pleasure started to sit in your stomach. Legs trembling a bit as he pumped inside you a little faster. Any other time you would've just thrown your head back and relaxed, especially since his dick was so perfectly filling right now but-

"Armin, slow down." Your breathing was a little raspy.

He replied with a whimpery moan, thighs shaking against your sides. You reached an arm around grabbing his hips with your hand to slow them. It seemed to catch his attention because those soft doe eyes were wide.

"You'll get to cum baby I promise you, ease up a bit it's not a race." He nodded in affirmation and you smiled warmly.

Silk strands warm under your guided fingers as he pulled all the way out and slowly eased back in. A collective united moan exiting both your mouths. You'd shut your eyes but they worked themselves back open at the almost unnoticeable twitch of his cock head.

Your favorite part.

"Mm baby so close.." You whisper, your lip coming to tuck itself under your teeth.

A small chorus of yes's and little gasps fall from his open mouth. His skin somehow easing out of tomato red and into surface of the sun red.

You pull him close making sure his eyes were open. "I need you to cum for me ok? But make sure no one hears you." You say, and fuck is it gorgeous watching him come undone. Just like you'd imagined so many times before.

The tears once welling in his eyes spilled over like a faucet. Choked moans and harsh gasps worked their way off his lips. One of his hands flew back up to the tree where his nails soon dug the bark clean off. His hips stuttering through his entire orgasm. You were almost worried when his climax ended. The way he went silent except for his wild breathing.

"Armin?"

"Fuck.." He sighed

You couldn't help but giggle. "How was your first time?"

He gasps and rolls his eyes still stuck in euphoria. When he pulls out you take the opportunity to turn around. Working your panties up over your hips and pulling your fluttery skirt back down.

"Please, please let me do that again sometime.." He huffs finally managing words. You bring his lips to yours in a chaste kiss that honestly doesn't last long enough for you.

"Only if you promise to stay my good boy." You reply pulling his shorts up till they rest comfortably on his hips.

"I promise." He remarks, almost too eager. "Oh! Wait you didn't get to c-"

"Hey, where did you guys go?" Armin practically separates from his skin as Connie and Jean round the corner. Water guns tucked in their grasp.

"When did you guys get those?" You asked nonchalantly.

Jean shrugged, "We made the game more interesting."

Connie shook his head running back around the corner as Sasha's battle cry sounded.

"Hurry and get back we need you out there Armin." And with that Jean was gone too.

You picked up Armin's discarded water balloon, placing it in his open palm. "See you out there, lover boy."

☆☆Showing Armin how to do Yoga☆☆

"Why's Armin coming over here so early again?" Sasha asked rolling over onto her side. The bag of cotton candy once perched on her thighs flopping over and nearly spilling its contents.

"To do Yoga!" You replied with a laugh sitting the bag upright next to her.

She groaned dramatically. "But it's six thirty am on a Saturday."

"No one told you to get up with me." You remark, pushing the coffee table to the edge of the room.

She holds her once displaced bag up for you to see. "It was calling out to me." She sighs, hugging it to her chest.

A knock on the door takes your concentration. As you pull it open you call back to her, "Well since you're up, you might as well join us."

"Nope!" She quickly scurries away with a wave of her hand. Cotton candy stuffed under her arm.

You shut the door behind Armin as he stares down the hall that Sasha had disappeared down. Your grin is bright almost devilish as it slowly spreads across your face.

"Seems like it's just the two of us." You mutter, loud enough for him to hear.

You watch as he thickly gulps with a nod. Bite able Adam's apple bouncing but you pretend you don't notice. Your mat is already laid out on the floor but you can't stop yourself from bending over to smooth out the corners. Barely paying attention to Armin until you hear a small cough or maybe him choking it's not very clear.

He's holding his mat in his arms defensively across his chest. Silk strands of blond hair fluttering when he blinks. His cheeks a beautifully vibrant pink.

"I-I wanted to th-thank you.." He says, blue eyes trained where they stared at your mat. "For.. the- um.." He gestures and you can't help but giggle.

"The sex?"

Now his eyes find you. Blown wide as his pink lips part over a word that never succeeds in leaving his mouth. Your feet pat over the floor as you close the distance between the two of you. His cheeks warm under your delicate grasp and you hold his face almost as though you're sure he'll shatter.

"You're so cute, please never change."

You're almost scared it sounds condescending but the soft rosy color trudging up to the tips of Armin's ears says he doesn't agree.

You turn back to your mat with a smile but just before you sit on it you add, "And you never have to thank me for sex, I'd do it with you anytime."

He nods once as if responding to you and then twice as if he's confirming that you did indeed say what he heard. The soft plap of his mat on the floor reminding you of what you were both here for.

"Ok, let's begin then." You take a deep breath, adjusting the scrunchie holding your hair in place. "First we wanna stretch alright, so I just need you to reach up above your head with both hands and reposition your feet."

You demonstrate using yourself and Armin awkwardly copies. Slender fingers curling towards the sky as he slowly relaxes his shoulders. You can't help but let your mind wander a little as a glint of light flickers off the steel rings decorating three of his gorgeous digits.

You had fingered yourself last time the two of you were together and now you were craving him. Wondering what the warmth of just one of those inside you would feel like.

"Spread your legs more." You encourage, meanwhile it nearly has Armin doubling back. "Dirty boy." You tease

You stand in front of him gently kicking his legs apart. Easy enough. And he responds to every bit of your touch like he craved you too.

And well you wanna tell yourself that you had actually had completely innocent intentions when you'd invited Armin over here today. He genuinely had never done Yoga before and you knew Sasha was gonna be here. So yeah, you'd love to say you wanted nothing but to relax Armin in this encounter.

But you couldn't even keep a straight face while thinking it.

"Can you bend your knees a little?" He squats, carefully coming back up. Arms reaching out on both sides as you coaxed him. "A little lower sweetie." You say as his ass hovers inches over the mat.

And oh to be the mat.

You step back until you're completely back on your mat. "I'm sure your arms are tired, you can put them down now." You wave him off and he lets out a smooth exhale. "Feel relaxed yet?"

"A little." He replies with a confident smile.

"Then you're ready for the next part." You clap "I need you to bend over and touch your toes alright."

He shuts his eyes, pretty lips parting over your choice of words. What you wouldn’t give right at this second to be a mind reader. His back arches, ankles locking together as you demonstrated. "Good, good boy. Back straight." You sink your thumb into his black athletic shirt to touch his spine. And he hardens with your touch. "Don't be shy, it's just me." You mutter, breath heavy.

Fuck! Touching his back muscles this up close and personal made you wanna sink your nails into them. Leave lines up and down his soft supple skin as a mark that you'd always be his first. No one else would ever get that privilege. 

"I-I.."

Shit.

"Ok, you can stand."

You pretend not to notice the way he shifts his sweats as he stands. This time you vow to actually stay on your mat.

"You should know this position." Your legs spread on one end of the mat while your hands came down to lay flat near the opposite end. "Try it."

Carefully he gets into the position you're currently doing but not without peaking at your figure. His blond hair dipping towards the mat and you can't help but smile at how cute he looks.

"Now we're gonna slowly curve our bodies down until our pelvis touches the floor." You say, head curving up toward the ceiling. For once Armin has immediate trouble, hips dangling weirdly over the ground. His arms trying and failing to steady himself.

"What's the matter? Wanna try a different position?"

"N-no it's nothing.."

You plop down on your mat, crossing your legs and gesturing for him to do the same and even without his reluctance you already know what's wrong. He slowly but surely rotates his hips, spreading his legs. His hardened dick print on full display.

You don't even try to hide the slow slither of your tongue wetting your lips. You quickly turn your head before crawling your way over to a very very flushed Armin. Sweat glistening perfectly over his pale skin.

"W-wait Sasha!" He panics, his arms flailing a bit as he backs up slightly.

"Shh it's ok, she definitely fell back asleep the second she went back in her room." You reply crawling towards him again.

"But you know I c-can't keep q-uiet. Wh-what if she h-hears!"

Your hands inched past his now loosened sweats to gently squeeze his hardened cock through his boxers. Both his hands flew to his mouth giving you a new gorgeous view of those pretty rings.

His eyes roll unfocused with every sweet glide of your hand. Tears already starting to brim along the edges of his warm eyes.

“Do you always wear those rings for physical activities or is it just for me?” 

“I-I just forgot to take them off..” 

“Did you?” You can tell your smile is shitty. Just from the way his eyes dart away from yours "You've never been blown either have you?" You ask getting back on topic.

"N-no." It's a muffled response but it hits your ears loud and clear.

"Another story for the growing journal then." You tease

You honestly can't help yourself. Lips curving and confining his tip like a vise. Precum salty where it stains your tongue. His gasp bouncing off the wall so elegantly. So fucking perfect. But even though Sasha is a heavy sleeper you were still worried she'd wake up before you finished.

So as much as you wanted to tease.

"Can I pull these down baby? I know your dick wants some relief."

He complies, oddly quickly. And you pull his sweats and boxers down just enough to hug the tops of his thighs. 

And his dick is gorgeous. You hadn't actually seen it before but fuck was it pretty, standing tall and leaking before you.

You inch forward spit dribbling from your lips to be collected in the hand that was working his slender shaft. It had Armin's hips bucking up to greet you. His sweet whines egging you on.

And slowly but surely.... "Oh my fucking god."

It was an adjustment. Not as smooth as you would've liked because of the weird angle but you'd taken a little more than half of his dick in your mouth. A mildly painful fit made up for by the angelic cries of Armin just above you.

"Pl-please.. oh God please.."

He couldn't tell what he wanted to hold, hands shifting to the top of your head, the floor and his rolled up sweats all in less than a minute. You swore you could hear his heartbeat through his chest every time you swallowed his cock again.

You wanted to speed ahead so bad, see him just as flustered as he had been last week when he had his cock buried deep inside your pussy but it was obvious he wasn't going to last long either way.

Disorganized syllables flooding off his lips with the occasional whimper of "thank you" and "yes". His throat heavy with every curse word he knew stuck in it. Breaths quick and uneven as you coaxed him down your throat. Vibrations coursing past your lips to meet his already sensitive sex.

"I-i'm.. gonna cum.. mmm soooo close! Gonna cum!"

His choked breaths fell over your forehead and in the next second he was emptying every bit of his stress into your mouth. Eyes clouded like Armin wasn't even in there anymore. And you drained him of every drop, reaching between his legs to squeeze his balls.

When you pulled off of him he let out a deep exhale. Body still shaking as he looked at you.

"Thank you so much." He grinned hazily

"God, I wanna be as many of your firsts as possible." You breathe out a laugh.

☆☆The one where Eren walks in☆☆

It wasn't often you came back to the same guy. Every now and then you had one night stands and that's all it ended up being. You'd always been fine with that.

But Armin made you stay. His shaky fingers, nervous tongue and tear stained cheeks so oddly addictive. Intoxicating in how innocent he stayed despite having two sexual encounters with you.

And now here you both were having your third in his bed. Bodies melded together in the heat of both your sweat. Eyes fixated on only each other as his head tilted up like a hungry baby bird to pull you back in every time you fled.

And you indulged him as much as possible because fuck he was the cutest thing. Your hands gliding over his back and up to his shoulders to pull him impossibly closer. Spine curving deliciously when he grazed over your g-spot.

"Armin.. there." You breathed

Your free hand slid between your bodies making space for those slender fingers to work over your clit.

"Flick it." You encouraged, he immediately did as he was told earning a moan of approval.

"Good boy." You hum, lip trembling where it curves under your teeth.

The once soft pink of his face deepened with the compliment. A little smile decorating his gorgeous features. Just another thing to add to your growing folder of mental images.

"There honey.. keep going." You cooed over the little whimper fluttering off his lips as you hugged his cock. "You remember that spot right? The one that you hit when we were outside?"

"Yeah.. I think it was.." His hips remained delicate as he slid right into place. One leg up as he slotted his cock inside you. Heat pooled in the lowest depths of your stomach with the hesitant prodding of his tip to your g-spot. Eyes curving up to yours for further instruction.

"Mmhm that's it.. hit it a little harder ok."

It was all sorts of clumsy but he rammed your g-spot full force. An apology made its way to his throat but eye contact and the choked gasp that left your mouth soon proved it wasn't needed. You spread your legs a little further for him and he grabbed your waist smoothly working your hips over his dick.

"You're doing so well." You giggled taking a hold of his face. "And you're holding out much longer this time."

"Y-yeah but I'm almost there.." He sighed, fingers working at your clit a little faster. Right in time with the faster tempo of his hips.

"Fuck, you feel soooo good." He drawls

His lips parted, eyes flying north. You hugged him a little tighter as his chest pushed you up and down with each thrust. The once gentle drag of your nails now much rougher. As you let it slip just how much you were enjoying this.

Let your mouth fall open for the words circling your brain. Stomach heavy as Armin fucked you with intention. You brushed beads of sweat back from his face. His hair going up with it, clumping together atop his head.

"Mm gonna cum.." He moaned, head lolling with the intensity of his full body tremor.

"Hey Armin-"

"Eren!" Armin nearly shot up as Eren pushed the door open with zero warning.

Armin's free hand stayed on your clit completely stagnant. Tip twitching inside you, he didn't even have time to cover his mouth. Moans and whimpers pouring out from his still parted lips. Every bit of your fifteen minute effort now seen and heard by Eren who stood in the doorway with a raised eyebrow.

"Hey Eren.." You greeted, pulling your hand away from your upturned lips. Meanwhile Armin's face is buried deep in your shoulder blade. Where you already assumed he'd be staying for the next hour.

"Uh huh.." Eren replied, slamming the door shut. "Mikasa, he's busy let's go!" You heard him call as his boots clicked down the hall.

You don’t say a word till you hear the front door open and close, “You ok?” 

“Any chance Eren didn’t hear that?..” He whispered 

“Not in hell or on Earth love.” 

‘Then no..” 

#aot x reader #aot smut #attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #snk smut #armin arlert x reader smut #armin smut #armin x you #armin x y/n

[lavenderwhore444]

*cracks knuckles* alright let’s get this started so imagine this toga begs shigaraki to go to the beach but we all know shigaraki will say no but little shiggy here has a HUGE crush on u plus he might get to see u in a swimsuit so he says yes ( not toga trying to hug shigaraki, RIP toga 😔) anyways let’s say you usually wear sweat pants and sweaters like baggy stuff, so shigaraki is excited to see what’s under ur clothes ( pervert shigaraki again 😀) when y’all arrive there shigaraki was basically shaking from excitement he was always interested in u but he was too insecure and was afraid you’ll reject him and find him ugly, and plus u were intimidating as hell your always saying what’s on ur mind even if it destroys someone’s self-esteem anyways shigaraki was wearing some shorts and his sweater ( our baby here is insecure don’t worry we’re gonna fix that😏) as shigaraki was sitting he was disappointed since he didn’t see u yet, *turns on the moto moto song* ur coming out of the water like a sea goddess ur hair is wet u were wearing a Bikini( it can be any swimsuit u do u boo) let’s say shigaraki’s jaw dropped he was drooling as u were coming out u noticed ur boss and ran to him ( do u know those moments were the hot chick runs in slow motion that’s how shigaraki saw u) long story short shigaraki was a stuttering mess and was red as a tomato my dude was starring on ur tits the whole time u were talking ( you had a little crush on ur boss ngl u knew shigaraki liked u back so u were the one who told toga about the beach thing u were planning something 👀) shigaraki accidentally pops a boner home boy wanted to cry from embarrassment of course u noticed it and dragged him a a private place where let’s just fuck his brains out until he’s crying from how good it feels as u were dragging shigaraki was thinking ur going to beat him up or something he was terrified until u pushed him against a wall whispered to him what ur gonna do shigaraki almost fainted, as u trying to take off his sweater he started ti cry he thought u might think he’s ugly and make fun of him ( u were lowkey shocked like 😃what now??) So u decided to kiss every part of his body and tell him how beautiful he and eventually he lets u take it off. I’ll let u take the led now loll

( for kinks now I’ll say a lot of body worship kink and a lot of praise kink, I would say the reader is a super soft dom, shigaraki is a super shy and cute sub maybe the reader gives shigaraki a boob job idk do whatever ur comfortable with babe, btw it’s super fluffy)

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Warnings: Boob job, cunnilingus (oooh fancy word), Shiggy is insecure but dw we fix that, praise kink, use of the nickname “puppy, ” Shigarakis a pervert (not news to us), nipple play ig, body worship, soft dom y/n, sub Shigaraki, he cries :(, I hc that Shigaraki has sh scars on his thighs and they are mentioned

“Beach!” Toga yelled, “we’re going to the beach!”

She ran up to you and hugged you.

“Y/n we’re going to the beach!” she said, grinning up at you.

“We are, ” you nodded, ruffling her hair.

She ran over to Shigaraki, “come to the beach with us, Shiggy, ”

“No, ” he said, looking back at his game.

“Please, everyone is going, ” she pouted, “even y/n is coming, ”

A vision of you in a bathing suit flashed in front of his eyes. He imagined you putting on sunscreen and laying on your stomach on the beach, accidentally spilling water on your chest and your nipples perking up because of how cold you were out of the water.

“Fine, ” he said.

Toga squealed and hugged him.

“Oh- hey, what the hell?” he said, pushing her off, “don’t do that toga,”

She moved on to her next victim, “Dabi, go to the beach with us!”

“Who’s coming?” he asked, lighting a cigarette.

“I got everyone to go, ” she bragged.

“Wow, kid, everyone? Even y/n?” he asked.

Toga nodded frantically, proud of her achievement.

“God job, I’ll go, ” he smirked, “plus i’ll get to see y/n in a bathing suit, ”

You walked by and flicked his forehead, “eyes to yourself, bacon bits, ”

“God, babe, I love your little pet names for me, ” he teased.

Shigaraki glared at him, but you were already halfway up the stairs.

“Don’t look at me like that, ” he said, looking at Shigaraki, “we’re both going for the same reason, ”

“No, ” he denied, “I’m going because it's summer, and when it’s summer, you go to the beach, ”

Dabi rolled his eyes, “whatever you say, boss, ”

“Shiggy!” Toga yelled, “go get ready. We’re leaving, ”

He stood in his room staring at his swim shorts. He knew he’d have to wear them, and he could just put a shirt on too. He didn’t have to swim. He could just leave the shirt on. It would be fine. He really didn’t have a chance with you, but if you saw him without a shirt, you’d be disgusted. He felt disgusting.

You pulled out a bikini Toga forced you to buy and flopped down on the bed. Shigaraki was coming, which meant you were gonna get to see him without a shirt. You blushed and giggled, already daydreaming about him. Even though it was wrong, even though he was your boss, you just couldn't help it. You were one-hundred percent certain you were going to melt when you saw him. Toga had always said he had a crush on you. Maybe he would finally make a move. That was the plan anyways. The whole reason Toga had bugged everyone to go was by your request.

With your bag packed and swimsuit on under your clothes, you were ready to go. Shigaraki wanted to cry when he looked in the mirror. Maybe this was a bad idea, maybe he shouldn't go. He heard a knock on his door.

“Hey, we’re about to leave. Are you ready?” You asked, “if not, I'll wait with you, so you dont have to go down by yourself. I hate being the last person ready. I don't want you to go through that pain, ” you laughed.

“No, I'm ready, ” he said, opening the door. No turning back now.

“Alright, let's go, ” you said, already walking downstairs.

He tried to calm himself as he walked down, trying to stop the grin that wanted to spread across his face. Finally, he thought, what was y/n hiding all this time? He was last to go through the warp gate, upset that you had already runoff. He waited around, nearly sweating to death until he heard Dabi yell.

“C’mon y/n, give us a little spin, ” he yelled.

He saw you blast him with sand using your quirk. He chuckled at Dabi’s predicament. You screamed as Dabi jumped in, splashing you with water. He picked you up in his arms only to throw you back in the water. You came up for air and splashed him again. Your splash war continued for some time, providing Tomura with entertainment until, ultimately, you called it a draw. He watched you and Toga play mermaids for a while before he grew bored and continued with his game, that was until Dabi wolf-whistled and he saw you begin to walk out of the water. You used your quirk again, sending a small tidal wave towards him.

“Youre so mean to me y/n, ” he complained.

“Shut it, patchwork, ” you said.

“Stop you're giving me butterflies, ” he smirked, getting splashed again.

You started walking again, the water slowly getting shallower and revealing more of your body. You were glistening, the sun reflecting off the water on your skin. Your cheeks were red from the sun, and he realized you had put sunscreen on in your room. Damn it. You brushed some wet hair out of your face, and your chest was now entirely on display.

“Fuck, ” he whispered.

He tried to be discrete, and the sun shining directly in your eyes certainly helped him. He stared at your stomach, the next part of your body to reveal itself. All he could think about is tracing little designs on it, laying his head on it, and putting a baby in it. Your thighs were an absolute show stopper. He wanted to suffocate between them. He averted his eyes when he realized you were walking over to him.

“Hey, can I sit here?” you asked, wringing out your hair.

“S-sure, ” he said, trying to focus on your face, which was definitely beautiful but...boobs lol.

“Thanks, ” you said, “I’d rather sit with you than all of them. I love Toga, but she’s a handful, and everyone else is staring at me. Bunch of creeps, ”

“Sorry about them, ” he said, unable to stop his wandering eyes.

“It’s ok. Nothing you can do, Shiggy, ” you said, “oh my god, you’re bright red. Did you forget sunscreen? It’s ok. I've got some, but you’re on the paler side, so you've gotta be careful, Shig, or you’ll burn up, ”

The redness on his face was because you were sitting next to him, nearly naked, but he wasn't going to admit that, especially when he saw you bend over to get sunscreen. He was trying desperately to control himself, but part of him had a mind of its own. He nearly died when you leaned in and put sunscreen on his face, laughing as you put a glob on his nose. He let out a genuine laugh that warmed your heart. You started talking, but honestly, he couldn't listen. You were very expressive when you spoke, and all the movement caused your tits to bounce, mesmerizing him.

He could only half listen, nodding and ‘mhm’ing when appropriate. You noticed quickly and gave him a few minutes to redeem himself but he failed. You grabbed his chin and made his eyes meet yours.

“Tomura Shigaraki, we're you staring at my boobs?” you said, feigning disappointment.

“N-no, I wasn't, ” he said.

You sighed, “lying about it only makes it worse, ”

“I'm sorry, ” he whispered, “I know I shouldn't have. I just...”

You let go of his chin and looked down at his lap.

“Really?” you asked, pointing out his obvious boner.

“Shit, I'm sorry y/n I'm so sorry. I know I'm gross and awful, and I'm just so sorry, ” he said, trying to cover it.

You grabbed his arm and dragged him away to the deserted changing rooms. Originally this beach was supposed to be a hot spot for tourists, but the water park a few miles closer to the city shut it down, leaving the beach in good condition. He braced himself for a slap, a punch, a kick, but he never could've prepared himself for a kiss on the cheek.

“I've been thinking about this for a while, Shigaraki, ” you whispered, “thinking about all the things I'd do to you, all the ways I'd make you feel good. Did you know I can block skin-to-skin quirks? You can touch me, baby, ”

“Y-you're not mad?” he whispered.

“No, I'm not mad, ” you shook your head, “I've always had a little crush on you Shiggy, ”

“Tomura, ” he corrected, “call me Tomura, ”

“Tomura, ” you whispered, “I can't wait to touch you. Fuck, I'm gonna kiss you all over. I can't wait to get between your thighs, baby. We've got all day, ”

He kissed you softly, enjoying your lips. They were sweet and soft in contrast to his dry, chapped ones. He felt so lacking, but the way you were kissing him made him feel like he was floating. You pushed him further against the wall, running your hands through his hair. Your arms hung around his neck, and he wrapped his arms tight around your waist. You kissed each other for a while, no teeth or tongue, just your lips pressed together. Eventually, things began to heat up. You let your tongue try and find its way between his lips and into his mouth. He groaned into your mouth. You tugged his hair, trying to get even closer. Your hands traveled up and down his chest, reaching for the bottom of his shirt.

He grabbed your hands and pulled away.

“No, ” he whispered.

You nodded, “that's ok, you don't have to, Tomura. Did I do something wrong?”

He shook his head, “you’ll make fun of me, ”

“Why would I make fun of you?” you asked, stroking his cheek.

“Because I'm not, ” his voice broke, “I don't- I'm ugly y/n. My body is disgusting you-you won't like me anymore, ”

Your eyes widened, “what?”

“You heard me, ” Tomura said, wiping away tears, “I hate myself, and you would too, ”

“That's bullshit, ” you said, “I think you're beautiful, ”

He scoffed, “you've never even seen me in shorts before now. How would you even know?”

“Because I’ll think you're beautiful no matter what, Tomura Shigaraki, ” you said, “and nothing could ever change that, ”

He shook his head and turned to walk away, but you took his hips and pushed him against the wall. You grabbed his face and kissed him harshly. You kissed his forehead next, the scar on his eye, both of his eyelids, his cheeks, the scar on his lips, and the mole under them.

“You have such a pretty face. You have gorgeous eyes, Tomura. I love kissing you, ” you whispered between kisses.

You kissed away a few stray tears that fell and pressed your forehead to his as he cried.

“Please don't look at me, ” he whispered, pressing his face into your neck.

Seeing him like this broke your heart. You held him as tight as you could, kissing the side of his head. You were going to kill whoever did this to him. You lifted his head and kissed him softly this time. You rubbed your hands up and down his sides. You sunk to your knees and kissed his thighs. Every scar was kissed and stroked lovingly even though your heart broke for him. You moved up his body to his stomach, lifting his shirt even though he tried to pull it down again. You kissed his stomach, soft, light kisses.

He started to relax a bit more, petting your hair instead of trying to pull down his shirt. You moved to his hands next, standing once again. You took his right hand and kissed his knuckles, then the top of his hand, and lastly, his palm. You repeated this on his other hand. You started kissing the scars on his neck, sucking softly. He moaned.

“That feels good y/n, ” he said, moving his hands to your hair.

“I'm gonna make you feel good, baby, don’t worry, ” you mumbled against his skin.

You bit the skin at the juncture of his neck, he groaned and whispered, “yes.” You kissed down to his collar bones, hearing his breathing get faster. This time you practically yanked off his shirt before he had time to stop you.

“So fucking beautiful, ” you said, standing back to admire him.

This time he didn't turn away from you but blushed and shut his eyes. You ran your hands up and down his chest and stomach. Shigaraki whimpered when you tweaked his nipple.

“Good boy, ” you whispered.

He nodded, “I wanna be your good boy. Please, ”

You smiled and brought his lips to yours again. You kissed his cheek and bit his ear softly.

“You're doing all the work, ” he said, “that's not fair. Besides shouldn't I be in charge? That's what it's like in...” he trailed off, embarrassed.

“No, ” you said, “I want to do this for you. I want to be in charge. I want to take care of you, baby. You deserve to relax, ”

He kissed you again, holding you tight to his chest.

“Tomura, ” you said, taking his hands in yours, “I have a question for you, ”

He nodded.

You leaned in and whispered, “how would you like to fuck my tits. You were staring at them all day so why don't you have a little fun with them, ”

He nodded frantically.

“Use your words, puppy, ” you said, scratching his head.

He groaned softly, “yes, please y/n, ”

You guided his hands to your still-clothed chest. He squeezed gently, cheeks growing bright red. You giggled and undid the back of your bikini, letting him see your tits without the thin material over them. He was practically drooling over you, wrapping his lips around your nipple. He sucked and licked them, causing you to moan. Every sound you made was a symphony to his ears, the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard, and he was desperate for more. He moved upwards to litter your neck with hickeys and coax more moans from your beautiful lips.

His long fingers found their way to the strings on the sides of your bikini bottoms. With one tug at the strings, they were around your ankles. It was your turn to blush at the exposure of your body while Tomura’s eyes gleamed. He was on his knees in mere seconds, admiring your sex. You felt self-conscious as he stared at your most intimate area.

“Please, ” he said, looking up at you, “can I taste?”

“Let me do something for you first, ok?” you said, “sit on the bench, ”

He nodded and did as he was told. You kneeled in front of Tomura and took off his pants before pushing your tits together around his cock. His eyes were as wide as saucers as he watched you. You looked up at him as you bounced, moving him between your breasts. He let out a strangled groan and threw his head back.

“That's my good boy, ” you praised, “that's my baby, feels good, yeah?”

He nodded.

“Use your words, puppy, ” you reminded him.

He bit his lip and blushed, still silent, except for his little noises.

“Aww, is someone feeling shy?” you asked.

He nodded and hid his face in his hands though it did little to hide the shy smile on his lips.

“If you want me to keep going, you're going to have to be a good pet for me, Tomura. Be a good boy and speak up, ” you said, pulling his hands away from his face.

“Feels good, ” he whispered.

You decided that was good enough and continued moving him between your boobs. You watched the head of his dick throb and pulse. He began whimpering as his thighs shook. He got louder, whining and moaning desperately.

“I know, baby, I know, ” you said in response to his beautiful noises.

He cried out whimpering.

“Y/n, ” he cried, “I need to cum, ”

“Hold just a little bit longer for me baby, ” you said.

“Can't, ” he cried out, “can't hold it y/n please lemme cum, ”

“Just a little longer, ” you promised, “be my good boy, ”

He whimpered and tensed up in concentration, trying his hardest. He struggled for a while longer begging and crying to cum.

“Go ahead, cum for me, Tomura, ” you said.

He came hard, splattering your chest with his cum. Tomura was left panting and shaking while drool dripped down his chin. His dick twitched a few times more as you let it free from between your boobs. He whined pathetically. You cleaned the sticky mess up as best you could.

“Shh sweetie, I know, I know, ” you said, sitting next to him and pushing hair out of his face.

You pulled him to your chest, watching and listening to him breathe.

“Now, can I taste?” Tomura whispered.

You kissed his forehead, “of course, puppy. Go ahead, ”

He sunk to his knees, spreading your thighs. He groaned when he saw your sloppy cunt drooling for his mouth. He licked a long stripe up your entire cunt, licking over and over. Focused on taste rather than pleasure, finally indulging himself in the delicious juices of your cunt. He grew needier for your moans, trying to find the right places to lick and suck. He found a little bud at the top of your cunt to suckle on and flick his tongue over. Tomura smiled from ear to ear at the sounds coming out of you. Every moan and whimper, every grunt and groan made his heart swell. His fingers once again found their way down, this time finally entering you.

Unpracticed thrusts turned into brushing your g-spot until he realized that curling his fingers was the way to go. Hearing your moans and lewd squelches was a fantastic prize to collect.

“I'm close, Tomura, keep going sweetie, ” you choked out.

You were close, oh god, yes, you were going to cum in his mouth. He ate you out with a passion, desperate for your gorgeous pussy to drip down his chin. Harder, faster thrusts. Stronger licks and desperate slurping. When you finally tensed, he moaned in premature ecstasy, ready for your delicious cum. The vibrations coaxed a gorgeous moan from you. Cum gushed from your pussy and into his waiting mouth, lapping it up like a starved puppy. You tried to shove him away, overstimulation stabbing your cunt. When he finally pulled away, his face was red and coated in your slimy juices, as well as his tongue lolling out of his mouth. He was panting and absolutely blissed out.

He crawled back to you, clinging to your legs.

“Good puppy, ” you praised him, “you did great, Tomura, ”

He grinned, hiding his face in your thigh and giggling. You pulled him up and onto your lap, kissing him on the nose.

“Do you want me to fuck you properly baby?” you asked.

His face fell, “I can't. I'm...I'm not hard. I'm sorry, ” he whispered, tears of embarrassment welling in his eyes.

“Oh, baby, ” you said, stroking his hair, “it's ok, Tomura. It’s ok. Don't worry baby, ”

He sniffled, “ Please don't be mad at me. ‘m sorry. I'm sorry y/n I-I’m a bad boy, ”

“No baby, no, ” you said, wiping away his tears, “you're not a bad boy. You're my good boy, my special boy, ”

He whimpered, bottom lip quivering. You rubbed his back, praising him.

“My good boy, my sweet boy. You did so well for me. Tomura, you're amazing, you're such a perfect boy Tomu, ” you whispered.

He nodded, trying to compose himself.

“Lets go swimming honey, ” you said, stroking his cheek.

He shook his head frantically, “n-no I don't want them to see me, ”

You looked him in his eyes, “you are beautiful. Now come on, we’re both sweaty. Besides, I think they'll be more focused on all the hickeys you gave me, ” you giggled.

He bit his lip.

“C’mon baby, ” you coaxed him, “can you be my good boy?”

He nodded hesitantly, “I'm...a good boy. But-but what if they make fun of me?”

“Then I’ll kill them, ” you smiled, “if they're going to disrespect you, they don't deserve to be in the league anyways, ”

His eyes widened, and a small smile played on his lips. He nodded and stood up, offering a hand to help you up. You accepted, and he pulled you up and to his chest. He held you there, pressing his face into your hair.

“Thank you, ” he whispered.

You kissed him, “my pleasure, ”

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[svnflowervol666]

Pinky Promise (dad!Harry)

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: Harry introduces a certain special someone to the newest addition of his family.

Author’s Note: Surprise! Here’s some boy dad!Harry on this fine week night. I feel like Harry is almost always written as as girl dad (guilty as charged tho), so I wanted to show the boys some love. I didn’t really call this one an ‘x reader,’ because this one’s mostly about Harry and his bub, but the missus is still there, don’t worry! I hope you enjoy and as always, feedback of any kind, likes and especially reblogs are super helpful to keep me motivated to post more. Take care and TPWK.

     The Styles household was always filled with noise. Whether it was contagious laughter echoing off of the walls in the kitchen, the pitter patter of pudgy feet bursting through the back door from the garden, or the low humming of the secondhand record player coming from the living room. The sounds were comforting, reassuring to those that lived there. While the ruckus caused by something like which Joni Mitchell song Harry should play on the guitar before bedtime or what color everyone’s nails should be painted each week might seem chaotic to some, it represented a kind of tranquility that at one point did not seem possible to grasp.

    But today, in the modest, ivy-covered cottage with a pastel-yellow door, it was quiet. The sun poured in from the two open windows of the living area, filling the room with a still brightness that only London could emote. Dust particles danced in the light, drifting along through their own invisible current. The beginnings of the city could be seen in the distance, visible in a foggy haze with promises of sweet treats and adventue-packed days. But no sound, as the newest member of the Styles family had commanded the attention and affection of everyone within its walls.

    “She’s so little,” the youngest spoke up. Although he was now technically the oldest. He outstretched his hand out to caress the petite foot that stuck out from beneath the periwinkle-colored muslin blanket.

    “I know,” Harry replied, watching the swaddled newborn’s toes curl in reaction to being tickled by her brother, “I remember when you were this tiny, too.”

    “I was?” he asked, scratching at his chocolate brown curls that never laid flat.

    Harry nodded in affirmation, recalling the early morning when his son had been born prematurely. He’d spent nearly ten days resting in an uncomfortable vinyl recliner beside his girlfriend’s, who was now his wife, hospital bed counting down the minutes until the nurse would give them the “ok” to go visit their bub in the NICU. Harry stared in awe at his newborn through the glass of the incubator, using the open portal on the side to reach in and stroke his cheek with the faintest of touches. He was covered in wires and tubes, surrounded by monitors and beeping machines, all tasked with keeping his underdeveloped organs afloat. It was the most pitiful thing he had ever seen, and Harry still has those nights where he’s plagued with memories from the hospital. While the day he became a father was most certainly the best day of his life, it was one of the most traumatic experiences he’s ever been through.

    “Mhmm. You were actually even smaller when you were born,” Harry prodded, playfully wiggling his eyebrows at him.

    “No I wasn’t! the toddler jabbed back, crinkling his nose up at his parents, his aquamarine colored eyes turning into tiny slits on either side.

    “Umm, yes you were,” Harry’s wife replied with a chuckle from where she sat beside the rest of her family on the couch, “We bought the tiniest size clothes we could find and they still didn’t fit your teeny little bum.”

    The boy sat confused, trying to comprehend how a person could be smaller than his sister, let alone be so tiny that clothes didn’t even fit them.

    “Well, I’m big now. Right?”

    “Much bigger,” Harry reassured him, “But now that you’re bigger, you have t’ take care of your sister. You have to teach her how to be kind and share your toys with her. Think yeh can do tha’?”

    “Yes! C-can she swim with me in the pool?” he stumbled over his words, overjoyed by the idea of someone always being around to play his sacred water games with him in his nana’s pool.

    “Not yet, bubba,” Harry laughed, tickled by his son’s enthusiasm, “We have t’ wait until she’s a little bit older. But I’m sure she’d love to swim with you at Nana’s when she knows how.”

    “Okayyy,” the boy replied, slightly defeated.

    “Do you want t’ hold her?” Harry asked, gesturing to the sleeping bundle in his lap, her puffy eyelids closed peacefully as tiny, sporadic grunts left her little belly.

    “Yeah, but I don’t know how,” he professed, his plush, pink toddler lips turning down into a frown.

    “’S alright, I’ll show you,” Harry then carefully shuffled from his position on the couch, turning so that he was facing his son.

    “So, first, you have to make sure you hold her head because she can’t keep it up on her own,” Harry started, reaching over to place the baby girl into his son’s arms.

    Unlike the last time, Harry’s hands didn’t shake. He wasn’t afraid like he was before, when his arms trembled as he took his newborn son into his arms for the first time, petrified that he was going to accidentally smother him or drop him and that the worst thing he could imagine would come true. No. This time, his hands were sturdy, protective over his new daughter as he was preparing to introduce her to his firstborn for the very first time.

     Harry’s wife looked on lovingly as his son took the baby from him excitingly, his left hand cupping her head gently. Her tired eyes were filled with love when he wrapped his arm protectively around her little tufts of peach fuzz in the best way that a five-year-old with mediocre hand-eye coordination could.

    “You also have t’ hold her bum so she doesn’t squirm out of your arms.”

    Harry took his son’s hand into his, guiding him to place his tiny forearm along the baby’s back with his palm resting on her diaper-clad bottom. When he was confident of his son’s grip on the infant, he pulled back. He made sure to hover over him with his brawny, tanned arms just ghosting over his son’s. Just in case.

    The boy was elated. His sister was warm and soft, and she looked like one of the stuffed animals that he slept with every night. He couldn’t believe that the person he talked to in his mother’s belly every night for nine months and gave kisses to each morning before nursery school was here and real and now she gets to live with him forever.

    “She’s so cute,” he spoke in gentle whisper this time, remembering what his mum had told him about being quiet around the baby so that she doesn’t wake up cranky.

    He was absolutely smitten over her. Everything about her was the cutest thing he had ever seen in his brief time on Earth: her button nose that sat perfectly above her lips, her miniature fingers wound tightly her fist as if she was ready to fight, her little tongue that barely poked through her mouth each time she yawned. He could stare at her forever if he could.

    Instinctively, he pulled her into his bony chest for a hug, squeezing a little too harder than he should have. The baby girl tensed in his grasp at the motion, the beginnings of a shrill whine escaping her pruney lips.

    “Whoa, bub. You have t’ be careful,” Harry intervened, loosening his son’s arms so that the baby rested peacefully in the boy’s lap again.

    “She’s fragile. You can’t squeeze her like that,” the boy’s mum reminded him.

    “Sorry, Baby,” said the boy as he reached down to press his tiny lips to her eyebrow.

    Her forehead wrinkled up at the contact, similar to one of auntie Gemma’s baby puppies, thought the boy to himself. He also thought that she kind of looked like one of the puppies too, but he kept that to himself.

    Harry and his wife watched their children interacted, how his son was brushing his thumb along her skull, how her face relaxed at the steady motion. They were already in sync with each other, already comforting each other just by their presence. They were both besotted with their daughter, but Harry thinks he might be just a bit more in love with her than his wife. Harry had gotten used to raising his son, while he taught him to be a kindhearted and gentle creature, there had always been a degree of roughness to which he interracted with him. His daughter, however, was made of glass, Harry had convinced himself. He vowed to do whatever it took to make sure she never shed a single tear because of him or anything else he had control over.

    Now, Harry had two babies. One boy and one girl, just like his family before this one. The similarities slightly terrified him. His son was soft and gentle and loving, just like Harry had been as a child. He was sensitive, always yearning to be held and touched in the way that Harry had when he was his age. His daughter, even though she was only a few days old, was already a stubborn little fighter like his sister. She cried her lungs out within her first few hours of being born, kicking and screaming until it looked like her face was turning blue. She hated the harsh lights that the doctors shone in her eyes and their cold hands that poked and prodded at her belly like she was a science experiment. It wasn’t until she was in the arms of her family that her wailing subsided.

    It was thoughts like these that felt surreal to Harry. He never saw himself as someone that could be in the position he is now. He’d always thought he’d be an eternal bachelor, someone who only ever stayed with someone for a certain period of time before everything inevitably blew up in his face and he’d be back at square one. He never thought that he’d be the type of person with a wife and a white picket fence and a slew of babies; he never thought that he could be the type of person who could be this happy.

    “Bubby, can I ask you to promise me something?” Harry asked as he scooped the boy into his lap, making sure the baby was secure so that the three of them laid in one pile on the couch.

     He pulled his wife closer as well, making sure they were shoulder to shoulder and he felt surrounded on all sides by the ones he loved the most.

    “What?” his son asked, peering up at his papa with huge eyes that resembled saucers, his long, dark eyelashes brushing his brow bones.

    “I want you to promise me,” Harry began, wrapping his arms tighter around his two babies, resting his chin in the crook of his son’s neck, “tha’ whatever happens t’ the two of you, no matter how many times you get into fights. No matter how mad you might make each other. That you’ll love her. No matter what. That you’ll always be her big brother.”

    Harry hadn’t realized, but his voice trailed off near the end. His voice was just above a whisper, so quiet that only his son could hear. He pressed his lips to side of his bub’s forehead, an attempt to soothe both his son and himself.

    “Can yeh do that f’ me?”

    The boy in Harry’s lap pondered his father’s words. His finger went absentmindedly to stroke his sister’s hand, astonished when her fingers unfurled from the tight fist they’d been bound in all day. He slipped his pinky into her palm just as her muscles relaxed so that she was now clutching tightly to his digit.

    He had no idea of the weight that Harry’s words carried. He had no idea of the thoughts of uncertainty that haunted Harry about never getting to this point in his life. He doesn’t understand the cruelty that exists outside the walls of his home besides the pesky little boy in his class that borrows his crayons and doesn’t give them back. He doesn’t know that other children don’t grow up in homes with parents that love each other like his do.

    He didn’t know any of these things, but he sensed that it meant a great deal to Harry, and he wanted to make sure that his father knew he could count on him for anything because he loved him with all of his heart and Harry proved that to him every single day.

    “Pinky promise, papa,” the boy responds, loosening his hand that was wrapped around his sister to offer it to Harry.

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[dilfenthusiast]

Camp Boys Comfort You After a Bad Dream

RDR2 Men x GN!Reader - Comfort/Gen

Arthur

- He’s a heavy sleeper but he’s gotten used to sleeping next to you so when you startle awake it’ll rouse him

- He’ll probably be a little groggy but when he sees you sitting bolt upright in bed he’ll sit up immediately too, listening for anybody around

- “What happened? Did you hear something?” he’ll ask, reaching for his gun by the bed, but when you tell him it was just a bad dream he’ll sigh in relief, before realizing it was serious to you

- “Well... want to tell me about it?” he asks hesitantly. He rarely talks about his dreams but he knows it’ll calm you down if you talk about yours, and he loves hearing you talk

- He listens intently, slowly laying back down and wrapping his arms around you when you do too, both of you falling back asleep to your quiet murmuring, feeling safe in each other’s embrace

Bill

- Bill would sleep through you waking up, but as soon as you reach for his hand, squeezing it reassuringly for yourself, he’d wake up slowly

- “You alright?” he’ll ask blearily, eyes squinting at you through the gloom, but he can tell you’re stressed by how you’re sitting

- “Aw, dreams ain’t nothing, darlin, c’mere,” he’d say after you told him why you woke up, sitting up and pulling you back against his chest, his warmth and solid presence grounding you

- He’d kiss your shoulders and give them a little massage as you sit with him in comfortable silence, the dream slipping away, replaced by the calm love he radiates

- He spoons you extra close as you lay back down to sleep, saying “I got you, baby, don’t worry”

Charles

- Charles talks a lot about the beauty of the night sky so when you wake from a bad dream you decide to leave your tent and go look at the stars, hoping to relax your racing mind before going back to sleep

- You head a ways away from camp to get away from the fire and lantern light and take a seat, looking at the patterns in the stars and thinking about the stories Charles told you about them

- Suddenly you feel a blanket around your shoulders and Charles is standing there, looking at you with concern in his eyes

- “I didn’t mean to wake you, I had a bad dream” you say and see his eyes soften

- He sits next to you, wrapping the blanket around you both

- “Sometimes dreams are the mind’s way of working out problems or concerns. Sometimes they’re not pleasant,” he says, kissing your temple, “do you want to talk about it?”

- You both sit, looking at the night sky, hoping to see a shooting star, until you get cold noses and toes and quietly return to your tent to sleep until the sun rises

Dutch

- Dutch often stays up late into the night, reading his novels, writing down plans, considering leads, and doing his own personal finances in his journal

- When you wake up from your dream with a gasp, he looks over, concern on his face illuminated by the dim lantern on his desk

- “Oh Dutch, I just had the worst dream” you’d sigh, the last fragments of the dream playing on your mind

- “My love, I am sorry. What can I do to make it better?” he’d ask, sitting next to you on the bed and taking your hands in his, kissing your forehead, rubbing his thumbs across your knuckles

- Whatever you ask for, he’ll do. He likes it when you ask him to read to you, his smooth voice lulling you back to sleep but if you just need him to climb into bed and wrap his arms around you, he will, saying “it was time for me to come to bed anyway.”

- He runs his fingers across your cheek after you fall asleep, joining you in slumber soon after

Hosea

-Hosea is a light sleeper and your restless movements and soft noises of distress woke him up first and he’d gently shake you awake

- “What’s going on in that mind of yours, sweetheart?” he’d ask, a smile on his lips, hoping to ease the tension on your face

- “Bad dreams are mighty miserable” he’d nod, having had plenty is his time, rubbing soft circles into your arm with his thumbs while thinking of what to do to take your mind of it

- “Tell you what, I’m going to tell you a story. Whenever you like, just go back to sleep, okay” and he’d lay down next to you and start murmuring, his story told in hushed tones and whispers, just loud enough for you to hear

- The darkness of the night and the warmth of Hosea would make you sleepy again and listening to his soft voice next to you as he told his story would take your mind off the dream you had

- Your eyes would slip closed, and you’d mumble “I’m still listening” but as soon as he heard your soft snores he’d chuckle and kiss your temple and say “I can finish this story another time”

Javier

- Javier is another light sleeper and wakes up just as you do, confusion and concern on his face as he realizes it was you that woke him up

- “You ok, mi amor?” he’d ask, taking your face in his hand and kissing your cheek

- “Ah, I hate bad dreams. Always get them when I think about problems too much or when I’m scared about something,” he’d say, pulling you against his chest, letting you rest your head on his shoulder, “tell me what it was about”

- Whatever your dreams was about, whatever problem you might be worrying about, he takes the time to reassure you the opposite

- “You’re always safe here. The gang loves you and will protect you, and more importantly, I love you and I will protect you, no matter what,” he says, kissing your shoulder “there’s nothing I won’t do for you, corazón”

- You both lay back down and he pulls you in close to him and as you drift off you hear, “remember I’m always here for you”

John

- Sleeps through everything, but you gently shake him awake after a bad one, making him groan and roll over, a frown on his face as he looks for you in the darkness

- “It’s just a dream, darlin’, they ain’t real” he’d say, a little irritation at being woken up in his voice 

- “Yeah but it scared me pretty bad” you’d say, laying down and curling into his chest, wrapping an arm around him

- “Alright well, are you gonna go back to sleep now or not? I gotta get up early” he’d huff, but he’d pull the blanket back over you, tucking you into his chest with an arm around your shoulders

- “Tell me you love me, John,” you murmur into his warmth, snuggling as close as you can. You hear him hum before saying “you know I do. Now please be quiet.” 

- He hates being mushy but when he thinks you’re asleep he leaves a little trail of soft kisses across your forehead and whispers “Of course I love you” 

Micah

- Micah wakes up, being a light, restless sleeper himself, and finds you awake from your dream, staring into space as you think about what you just dreamed

- “You alright?” he’d ask quietly, his drawl not covering up the concern in his voice, hand reaching out to take yours in the dark

- “Well shit, dreams ain’t so bad. I thought it was something serious,” he says, laying back down and rubbing your back absently with a hand,trying to get you to relax and come back to bed

- “It was serious to me. Scared me to hell,” you’d say, pouting a little as you laid down next to him, arms crossed 

- He’d chuckle and nuzzle up to you, pressing soft kisses into your temple, “you ain’t got nothing to worry about so long as I’m here, sugar” he’d say before pulling you closer to spoon you against his chest

- “I’m going back to sleep now ‘cause I”m tired as hell, but you wake me if you get any more bad dreams”

-He falls back asleep very quickly and his soft snoring lulls you back to sleep too, warm in his arms

Sean

- Sean wakes you up, shaking you awake frantically, concern and uncertainty in his eyes as he hovers over you

- “You were being loud as hell, darlin’, what’s got you all riled up?” he’d ask, hand gripping yours tightly as he waits for an answer 

- “Just a bad dream, Sean, I’m fine,” you mumble, last tendrils of fear dissipating as you come back to reality and feels the blanket on you, the cot beneath you, and Sean’s warmth beside you

- “Aw, with the noises you were making I was hoping it was a dream about me,” Sean would chuckle, leaning down to kiss you, “wait, it wasn’t a bad dream about me, was it?” 

- “No, it was nothing, I’m fine,” you’d say, yawning as the absence of adrenaline left exhaistion in its wake, tension dissipating from your limbs to leave lethargy behind

- “You certainly are fine, my love” Sean would say, kissing you a few more times, “but, for what it’s worth, you know, you have nothing to worry about here, right? You know I love you, don’t you? Because I do. And so does everyone in this gang, we’d do anything for you,” words coming out in a quiet rush as he squeezed your hand

- “Of course I know that. I love you too, Sean,” you say, pulling him down for one last kiss, “but go back to sleep, I’m ok.”

~~ End ~~

(A/N if I didn’t write someone it’s just because I couldn’t think of anything for them, not because I don’t like them. Enjoy)

#Arthur morgan x reader #micah bell x reader #dutch van der linde x reader #charles smith x reader #bill williamson x reader #hosea matthews x reader #jon marston x reader #javier escuella x reader #sean macguire x reader #rdr2 imagine #rdr2 headcanons #isabela writes #some of these turned out longer than i expected wtf

[sailorhyunjinz]

What do you think first kiss with skz be like?

aAWH SOME FLUFF T-T OK BUT KEEP IN MIND- fluff is not my strongest pursuit hence why im not a fluff writer hahsah but HEY ITS CUTE!! and anon,,, im so sorry this took such time IM SO SO SORRY AAAAAAAAH- 

also this makes me wanna know my anons first kiss story, AAAH SPILL THEM 

warnings; none?? fluff,,, wow,, rare to say that LMAO- also gn!reader and also suggestiveee??

Bangchan

~gentleman~

will only kiss you if you are REALLY ready for it and if the two of you are dating

doesnt want to rush you into things (even if its just a kiss) because he doesnt know how comfortable you are and such

basically a sweetheart

i imagine its like a cute little date

 night where you guys are stargazing, lying on a blanket on a grassy hill with his arm as a pillow for your head

“chan, look! its a shooting star! make a wish” you giggle to which he smiles, looking at your pretty features that are lit up by the moonlight

“hmm,,, dear star, i wish that y/n would kiss me” he says, laughing directly after but soon being interupted as you attach your plushy lips against his

its probably the most romantic event in your life

him smiling into the kiss as your tongues danced around softly

when you pulled away you laughed, saying; “wishes do really come true, huh?”

poor baby is blushing, his ears red but thankfully for him its too dark for you to see

Minho

the “evil roommate that secretly has feelings for you”

“lee minho i swear im gonna rip your hair off if you touch my plants again”

minho got out of his room, looking at you standing in the living room and rearranging the plants on the windowsill 

“they are all scattered, it’s ugly” he says rudely

“dont call my children ugly” you spit back at him 

there was always a weird tension between you and minho. you were glad to have found a roommate that made a good friend eventhough he was a pain in the ass sometimes

minho liked you,,, and therefore he did everything the opposite of what he felt. if he wanted to compliment you on your outfit he would instead say that you looked “overdressed” or “too much” but you always rolled your eyes towards his snarky comments

you pecked your plants, giving them the love they needed and minho just stood frozen in the doorway, without thinking he spoke

“how come you never do that to me?”

silence

you sneered, placing down the plant you held and streched out your arms

“c’mere if you dare” you said jokingly, not expecting the boy you always thought was so devilish to run into your arms, lips touching and your eyes widening at the unexpected action

the two of you held each other, breathing shaky as wet tongues collided, the sun beaming upon your figures

“m-minho,,, it was a joke!” you laughed, slapping his arm playfully as you pulled away

“but to me it wasn’t” he remarked cockily, licking the inside of his cheek

Changbin

very much giving me like “we dont like each other but we have to work with each other”

like you two are co-workers, working in a boring office and you were assigned to put together this one report and,,, lets say Changbin wasnt your favorite in the office

there was nothing wrong with him,,, its just his vibe that was off putting but sigh,,, work is work

you started compiling information, sitting in a seperate room and drawing graphs on the whiteboard, projecting some other type of research onto the board

“do you think we will need to stay late?” he asks, ruffling his hair in frustration

you sigh and nod, this wasnt going to get done anytime soon.

dawn set on horizon and the others workers packed up their belonging one by one and left until there was only you and changbin left in the now quiet office

you sat next to him, yawning as you typed something as you felt him looking at you

you looked back with a questionable expression, confused when he uttered his words

“do you hate me, y/n?”

“i mean,,, you are a dick sometimes but i dont hate you, at least you do your work”

he shrugged his shoulders, loosening his necktie as he leaned back into the office chair

“a dick, huh? maybe i try to push you away so you wont catch the same feelings i have for you”

you snapped your head towards him. you couldnt lie, he was attractive and at this point you were desperate 

“kiss me then” you said simply causing the boy to immediately cup your cheeks, latching onto your lips as if he’d waited for this moment for forever

more tongue, wants you to feel him ;))

lets just say,,, he made it up to you

Hyunjin

i get this like,,, youthful vibe,,, like the two of you were childhood friends

and,,, eventually you catch feelings for him which you hate because,,, you dont want to ruin this friendship 

every time somebody mistook you for a couple the both of you would make retching noises, mocking each other

“you think my standards are that low?” hyunjin says pointing at you to which you raise your fist

“hwang hyunjin, you’re dead meat”

but,,, he was only in denial, it was his childhood friend afterall

probably happened at one of those night where your mom was working late and you invited hyunjin to keep you company, him bringing kkami as well. 

“dont fucking burn the pizza, hyunjin” you say, petting kkami until the little rascal ran away from your lap

“if you helped it wouldnt be burned” he replies as he comes out with two plates with the pizza burned on the edges

“but if they taste bad you can always taste my lips” he jokes and you look at him with a disgusted facial expression before laughing

“i bet they taste even worse then your mess of a pizza, i would like to see you try to even get me to peck you” you scoff and hyunjin rolls his eyes, sitting next to you on the sofa

“try it then” he taunts but is taken aback when you actually kiss him, your nose accidentally brushing against his as you purse your lips, hyunjin timidly using his tongue to test the waters

he wanted it so bad and he finally got it >:(( he could swear that he heard fireworks going off in his brain

a moment of silence appeared until hyunjin cockily uttered:

“so,,, did they taste better?”

Jisung

the “i met you at a party and made out with you drunk”

he stared at you the entire night, catching glances while you looked away and the music blared in the nightclub that was packed with people.

you ordered a drink at the bar, tapping your fingers on the oak surface where you rested your arms, suddenly somebody bumped into you

turning around you saw jisung and you sighed, thinking his behaviour was starting to get annoying

“oh its you again” you said loud for him to hear as he sat down next to you, having a annoying smirk plastered on his lips

“looks like you are having fun, let me guess,,, you’re trying to get over your ex” jisung says, leaning his elbow against the bar and you glared at him because it was true

you scoffed, avoiding his question and instead sipping on the sour drink you had in your hands, trying to forget everything

he was attractive which only pissed you off even more, as if you hadnt had enough pretentious assholes in your life

the glass slammed against the table as you put it down harshly, gazing into the boys dark brown eyes

“alright, deal. make me forget then since you think you know everything about me” you stated to which jisung raised his eyebrow

the palm of his hand was firmly placed on the bar as he leaned in to kiss you, feeling the bitter liquour hitting his tastebuds as your tongues crashed against each other

it felt,,, freeing. you swung your arms around his neck, wanting him closer to your body

by the way he was kissing you, you could tell that he was there for the same reason as you. a sloppy and heated kiss to fill your thoughts with something other than your ex

safe to say that the kiss progressed ;))))

Felix

aaah cutie boyfriend that is just too shy to even give you a kiss like 3 months into the relationship (OK DONT ATTACK ME NOW, TAKE YOUR TIME, NO RUSH YOU GUYS)

he is shy with pretty much everything, it was only recently he could hold your hand without his heart jumping out of his chest.

it was a simple date night! takeout and games at his place

you layed your head in his lap as you watched him finish up the game that you had given up on a long time ago

he shifted awkwardly in his seat, not used to being so close to such a pretty person before

“ah- fuck! i lost again,,,” he says in defeat, his head rolling backwards before a frustrated sigh escaped his lips

“you did well felix! look how far you got!” you say, pointing towards the score on the screen but not getting his attention. 

you sat up, looking at him for a moment as his eyelashes lightly draped over his closed eyes, cheeks speckled with freckles

you couldnt help yourself, he looked so angelic despite being defeated and so you leaned in, lacing your fingers with his and softly placing your lips against his

he opened his eyes in panic before being swallowed by the fluffy feeling of having your lips to himself, he giggled before stroking your cheek as he tilted his head, almost setting a rhythm to the sweet kiss

felix started laughing shyly, cheeks tinged with red as he hid his face with a pillow

“but you won my kiss!” you said through a smile causing felix to blush even more

Seungmin

its like,,, maybe,,, your third or fourth date??

this one is more chill than the previous ones that were at like some fancy restaurang because hello dandy puppy boy wants class

but this one was like a stroll down the night streets and eating ice cream in the middle of the summer

both of you were casually dressed, holding hands as butterflies bubbled in your stomach from the contact

his hand is all warm and it engulfs yours >:(

you look at all the pretty sights of the night, eventually climbing up to some like high point and looking down at all the lights that blinked

after a good 1 1/2 hours of walking your legs were starting to ache and so you both sat down on the swings of a desolate playground, swinging gently with your legs dangling

“i dont understand how you’re able to,,, even be friends with me,,, or whatever we are,,”

seungmin hummed, looking up into the night sky

“i promise y/n, i will be your,,, friend but,,,”

you looked at him as he said “but”, imagining the worst 

“i dont wanna be friends, i wanna be more than a friend to you”

his eyes twinkled as he stood up and stood infront of you, grabbing your hand

you slowly looked up at him, his figure standing in the way of the moon as the two of you shared a long gaze, his eyes as sweet as honey, dripping with pure adoration

you pulled him closer by the hand and slowly he inched to your lips, the distance between you minimizing as his face tilted to the right, a delicate and sugary kiss landing on your tastebuds from the ice cream from earlier.

your heart skipped a beat, the slightest sound of lips smacking

“i think i love you y/n” he whispered close to your lips after pulling away. 

Jeongin

like,,, uni buddies! 

both being med students meant late study night, usually in school 

there’s papers and diagrams laid out all over the tables and floors along with a bunch of energy drink cans, some scribbles on the whiteboard 

the two of you were friends and met in uni and everyone had always nagged at you for not going after him since he was everything someone ever wanted

you always said that you were friends and that you couldnt imagine being in a relationship with jeongin

but studying with him alone into the deep night felt different, many times you couldnt concentrate when he looked so cute sitting right beside you

being close friends, there was nothing weird about hugging or leaning against each other and so you leaned against his shoulder and yawned as the cozy boy was rewriting some notes. 

“one hour left y/n and then- then we can go hoooome!”

you giggled as you looked at him and he diverted his attention from his papers to you, his lips only mere inches from yours

you didnt know what the fuck you were doing and neither did jeongin, it was late and the both of you were tired from studying for finals

and so your lips drew closer until they clashed, feeling a tension that you’ve never felt with him before

he’s definitely a shy,,, kisser?? not too much tongue since he doesnt know how LMAO so its like soft >:((

didnt know what to do when he pulled away, looking around the room or covering his blushing face with his hands but when you hug him he hugs you back

maybe even coming to terms that he does have feeling for you,,, and so do you~ 

#stray kids fluff #skz fluff #stray kids headcanons #skz headcanons

[calaofnoldor]

Driving My Baby

Characters: Dean x Reader (gender neutral)

Words: 2,183 (i can’t drabble)

Summary: Dean doesn’t know about your mad skills behind the wheel, but it turns out there’s nothing hotter than seeing his baby driving his Baby.

Warnings: implied smut, language, fluff, dean’s bow legs, references to the fast and furious franchise

A/N: was originally gonna post a slightly angsty 2-part dean fic next, but decided against it in light off recent events lol. there’s really no plot or substance here, just some light floof. (and yes, the title is a reference to the song ‘you’re having my baby’)

MASTERLIST

The roar of Baby’s engine rumbled to a halt as Dean glanced over at you, “Alright, so you gonna sit tight while I go scope this place out?”

You sent him a close-lipped smile, trying your best to repress the excitement bubbling within you. “Mhm!” you concurred with a bouncy nod, pausing to sneak a quick peek at his shapely behind when he stepped out of the car, “I’ll try and see if I can get a hold of that morgue guy again.”

Walking over to the passenger side, Dean bent down to kiss you through the open window. “Mmkay, I’ll be back soon,” he mumbled against your lips, before turning to commence his search for the potential vamp hideout you suspected was in the vicinity.

“Oh wait! Dean!” you called out, stopping him in his tracks.

“Yeah?”

“The keys?”

Dean looked down at his pocket where the Impala’s keys were safely nestled and then back up at you with raised brows.

“You’re not gonna leave me in here like a dog, are you?” There was a subtle hint of amusement in your voice, but also a challenging edge, as well as a slight pout which you added for good measure. You knew he could never really say ‘no’ to you.

And as expected, Dean returned to deposit the keys into your waiting hands. You gave him a wide smile in return, “Thank you! Love you!”

Your boyfriend narrowed his glimmering green eyes at you, imparting one last suspicious glimpse in your direction as he grumbled somewhat warily, “Love you too,” and then finally sauntered off for good.

Biting your lip, you watched with bated breath as his figure grew smaller in the rear-view mirror. Normally, you would have enjoyed the exquisite vision of what you often dubbed his ‘sexy ass bow-legged swagger’, but this time, it was when Dean was no longer in sight that a devilish grin broke out across your face.

But really, who could blame you? You’d been a car enthusiast all your life, and classic cars were your weakness. “It’s just you and me now, Baby.” Your fingers glided along the dashboard.

With Sam on the bench due to a broken ankle (courtesy of the werewolf from your last hunt), you and Dean had driven out to Piedmont to take care of this vampire case on your own. So now after two years with the Winchesters, you finally had a chance to explore the front seat of Dean’s Baby, his pride and joy, the glorious, refurbished 1967 Chevy Impala.

When you’d joined forces with the brothers, it was readily agreed upon that you would be better off riding together in the sleek American muscle car, so you ditched your stolen, rusty 2003 Honda Accord and never looked back. Since there was a giant moose to accommodate, you were naturally relegated to the back seat, and rightfully so, but boy, did you miss the thrill of being in the driver’s seat.

You were always a bit of a demon behind the wheel, and it’d been ages since you’d gotten the chance to flex your driving skills. Back when you and Dean first got together, he promised you joyrides (and other recreational activities) in Baby, but the hunting life never seemed to let you get it on.

Sliding across the bench seat, your lungs released a contented sigh as you wrapped your hands around the leather-bound steering wheel. Dean’s bowlegs, however sexy, were not the same length as yours, so you pulled the lever beneath the seat to adjust its position to your liking. Perfect.

You took your time getting to know the ins and outs at the helm of the Impala, though it seemed like none at all had passed when you suddenly heard Dean’s deep voice cry out.

“Y/N!” Your eyes shot up to the rear-view mirror to find an image of the older Winchester running towards the car. “We gotta go!”

Well that’s strange, you thought. Dean never ran – not unless someone, or more often something, was chasing him… Oh shit. Had he somehow woken the vampires? But the sun was still thriving; how much could they retaliate out in the open at this point during the day?

“We gotta get outta here! Now!”

Dean’s voice was much closer now and if you’d learned anything from your experiences hunting with the Winchesters, it was to never doubt your boyfriend’s commands. He was a seasoned pro and possessed instincts like you’d never seen. It’s a good thing you’ve also got some of your own.

Plunging Baby’s key into the ignition, you started the car without hesitation, allowing yourself only a second to relish in the thunderous purr of the engine below you and the incomparable feeling of glee that always sprouted in your chest whenever you were sat at the wheel of a powerful, capable vehicle. Indeed, the adrenaline was already rearing.

As Dean approached the car, you quickly reached over to open the passenger side door for him. “Get in the car!”

“You- Wha-“ Dean stumbled for a split second, so accustomed to taking the driver’s seat. “Y/N, they’re awake and they’ve got bikes – a bunch of Harleys!” he continued to explain, as if that would get you to move out of his designated spot.

“OK, so hurry up!” you yelled again.

Seeing no better option, Dean hastily climbed into the car. Just as he got in, your ears picked up the unmistakable resounding growl of revving motorcycle engines. From the sound of it, they couldn’t be too far off. So when Dean slammed the door shut, your foot came down fast and heavy against Baby’s gas pedal, propelling you forward with an aggressive lurch before you whizzed off, burning rubber and leaving nothing but flying leaves and dust in your wake.

“Jesus!” Dean bellowed; his eyes had grown to about twice their usual size.

You paid him no attention though, too busy reveling in the delightful buzz that vibrated through your body starting from your fingers and toes, where you could feel every unit of Baby’s intoxicating horsepower, and travelling up your limbs until the exhilaration settled deep within your very core.

Stealing a glance at the rear-view mirror, you caught sight of the monster-driven motorcade advancing considerably, so you decided to take the next available turn as an attempt to throw them off. Things were getting truly exciting now.

“Vamps on bikes? Really?! And covered in leather?” you huffed mirthfully with a shake of your head.

But it was Dean’s turn to ignore you. He was clutching at his door tightly, as if afraid your driving might somehow hurl him out of it. In fact, when you took the first corner without warning, Dean just about fell over.

“Woah! Slow down, Toretto!” he shouted in alarm, looking over at you as if you’d grown a second head.

Seeing you’d managed to surprise the vampires with your unexpected maneuver however, a loaded smirk was your only reply.

It took you about twenty minutes to get the vamps off your tail, during which time Dean managed to recover from his initial shock and began instead to absorb your radiant form. The look of exuberance on your face and the utter determination in your bright eyes, mixed with the mischievous tug of your lips, and combined with the all-around liberated and euphoric aura that surrounded you was sexy as hell, not to mention your sheer competence. All of it astounded him and caused his blood to flow to places he could not have foreseen.

You seemed to be completely at one with his esteemed Baby, handling her with perfect control and aptitude, and all the while enjoying yourself so very much. It was something Dean never knew you were capable of, but more so, it was something he never knew he needed.

Dean had always loved how much you loved and appreciated his car, but this made him feel like he was seeing you in a new light; it made him feel like he was falling for you all over again. That devilish glint in your normally kind and virtuous eyes, your ever jubilant and fervent love for life after enduring so much pain and grief, the way you never ceased to amaze and surprise him – it was all gloriously heady and irresistibly addictive. His teeth couldn’t help but pull at his lower lip, emerald eyes glazing over with lust and adoration as he stared over at you in the driver’s seat.

So when you ultimately pulled into an empty clearing, not wanting to lead the vamps straight back to your motel room, Dean was at a loss for words.

“So, a bloodsucking motorcycle gang, huh? Can’t say I’ve seen that before,” you speculated in a cheery, nonchalant tone, feeling perfectly satisfied after your little stunt driving escapade.

Dean, on the other hand, appeared not unlike a fish out of water with his furrowed brows and pouty lips which appeared undecided as to whether they should remain open or closed.

“That was… I just- You-… I don’t even know…” he ran his hands through his hair, pulling the short strands forward roughly, “What just happened?”

You sent him a small, innocent shrug, rather amused at his adorably stuttery response.

“You never told me you could drive like that.”

“You never asked,” you replied truthfully.

“Fuck, Y/N. That was… so… incredibly…”

What? Your curiosity was killing you. Dean’s opinion always mattered to you and at the moment, you could read a myriad of emotions upon his face. He looked stunned and confused, perhaps a bit frightened, but at the same time awed and impressed, and maybe even – were you reading that right? – slightly… aroused?

Dean lowered his voice to answer your unspoken question, “Hot,” he finished emphatically.

You heaved a breathy laugh, “Yeah?”

“Fuck yes! Baby, that was incredible. The way you handled Baby like a fucking pro, the little faces you made when you were living for the thrill of the chase. The skill, the speed, the Tokyo drifting, all of it. Goddamn, you are so sexy when you’re driving my Baby like that.”

“Well that’s a coincidence ‘cause I also happen to find you amazingly sexy when you’re behind this wheel,” you joked lightly, “In fact, I think seeing you drive this car might’ve been part of the reason I fell in love with you.”

“And I think I just fell in love with you all over again,” came Dean’s suave response.

You giggled a bit, but soon sobered when you saw his gorgeous eyes cloud over with wanton desire. One minute you were dwelling in the heavily charged sexual tension that seemed to consume the entire car, watching his gaze wander down to your lips while yours did the same, and in the next your mouths met ferociously as your bodies swooped forwards simultaneously, crashing together in the center of Baby’s front seat.

You moaned into the kiss, your hands finding their way around Dean’s ridiculously broad shoulders and up to his thick neck. When you were forced to come up for air, his lips began to work their way down to your collar bone. “Mmm, god Dean.”

“Seriously baby, that was such a turn on,” he rambled across your skin, “I didn’t even know driving could be so hot.”

Your laughter was really more just an exhalation of air. “Are we finally gonna do it? Are we gonna christen Baby now, thanks to your newfound kink?” you whispered salaciously, your brain already presenting obscene images of the two of you re-enacting something akin to the infamous Titanic scene.

Dean paused for a moment, allowing you to rip off his outer layers with relish before he brought his large hands up to cup your cheeks. “See I wouldn’t call it ‘newfound’,” he started, dazzling forest orbs boring into your soul, “Cause I’m pretty sure it only turns me on when it’s you behind the wheel, and I’ve always had a kink for you.”

You stare at him in disbelief, unable to keep the smile off your face, “You are such a smooth fucker sometimes, Dean Winchester.” And with that, your lips and bodies collided yet again. His strong hands held you impossibly close while yours ran joyously across his expansive chest before travelling down to find the zipper of his jeans.

“Ungh, wait a sec,” you pulled back a little with knitted brows, a playfully incredulous tone taking over your voice, “Did you call me Dominic Toretto earlier?”

“Well, yeah. You were driving like a madman!” Dean exclaimed candidly.

You smirked, “So does that make you Letty Ortiz?”

“Sweetheart, I will gladly be the Letty to your Dom anytime you want… I still can’t believe you just took me on a high-speed car chase, that was fucking awesome! Just wait ‘til Sam hears about this one!”

Laughing as you pulled him back in, you shut him up with your tongue as it invaded his mouth, pausing only to smile against his luscious lips, “Mmm, well maybe he doesn’t have to hear about this next part?”

A/N #2: thank you so much for reading, feedback always appreciated! oh and here’s a look at some new stuff at lexicolor.redbubble.com :)

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