#a couple seconds into the movie I had to lean in and ask if storm troopers were good or bad

[tommydarlings]

shut up and make your choice | c.l

pairing: soft!dom!charles x sub!reader

warnings: smut, covering mouth, brief mention of something gory

w/c: 2.2k

summary: As you convinced your older brother to watch SAW 2 with you, you didn’t expect his best friend, Charles, to join you as well…but you couldn’t complain in the end.

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You were thrilled about the fact that you were able to convince your older brother to watch the infamous horror movie called SAW 2 with you.

But what you weren’t so thrilled about was the fact that his best friend, Charles, joined in as well.

You didn’t really mind it that much, but you were just so excited already to watch SAW 2 with your brother since you’ve been really going on his last nerves even since you first watched the Movie.

“You have to watch it Gabriel, seriously! It’s so good and I bet it’s even better than the first one!” You explained to your older brother happily with pure enthusiasm in your voice.

Gabriel scoffed, “And I bet that with better you mean even more violent and scarier than the first one!”

So it was quite the suprise for you when he came into your room and told you that he’ll watch the sequel of the first SAW movie with you under one condition.

Without hesitation, you nodded not even caring about his condition since it can’t be that bad, you thought.

“You don’t even wanna hear the condition, y/n?” He asked you but you were already storming towards your Horror Movie Collection, hastily picking out SAW 2.

“Tell me,” you shrugged your shoulders, simply just being immensely happy about the fact that he will watch the movie with you tonight.

But you almost dropped the movie as soon as he told you that the condition is that his best friend, Charles leclerc watches the movie with the two of you.

You didn’t hate you brother's best friend, Charles — but you always kind of had the feeling that he didn’t like you, that he has something deeply against you and you don’t know what.

You’ve always been nice to your brother's friends and it was no different with the monaguesque your brother knows for a couple years by now, but somehow he never really even spared you a single glance, almost like he knows something you don’t.

But that still didn’t ruin your excitement for tonight, of course you’re not gonna let your brother's best friend ruin something you really looked forward to for a while now just ruin with his kinda mean and uninterested attitude.

So you plopped down onto the big couch right in between your brother and Charles, putting the big bowl of popcorn on you lap so that everybody has good access to it.

At first, none of you really reacted to the movie, you watched curiously as you desperately tried to put the pieces of the first and the second movie together since every single part king of stick together in some way.

Of course, the beginning where it was shown how a man had to get a key that’s medically hidden behind his eye, wasn’t extremely fun to watch — at least not for the boys, but you thought it was another great trap invented by the directors.

In the last fifteen minutes of the movie, you and your brother's best friend have realised that your dear brother Gabriel who suggested to watch the movie with you, had fallen asleep, head leaning against the back of the couch with his eyes closed.

You don’t even really know why, but for some reason, you though that the fact that your older brother fell asleep was so hilarious that you had to cover your mouth from laughing so much.

Just like Charles who was desperately trying to cover his laugh up.

You heard Charles clear his throat next to you and decided to look over at him. Bad decision, in a matter of seconds, the two of you started laughing again, this time so much and so unstoppably, that the two of you had to leave the room and run into the small bathroom, quickly closing the door behind you.

“Oh my god,” Charles mumbled before he continued laughing, just like you, both of you still covering your mouth a tiny bit since the bathroom is right next to the living room.

After a few more minutes of laughter, you leaned your back against the sink, looking up at Charles with slightly teary eyes from laughing so much.

The monaguesque sighed before he looked down at you as well, leaning his taller figure against the sink now, caging you in between his arms.

At first the two of you didn’t even realise how close you were to each other, still trying to get the funny picture of Gabriel falling asleep on the couch out of your head — but after some seconds of pure laughing and giggling, the two of you stopped out of nowhere, silence taking over now.

You gulped as you looked up at Charles, biting your lip while he gazed down at you with his brows slightly furrowed as he noticed how you put your own arms around your waist, almost as if you were trying to hide yourself.

“Don’t do that,” Charles spoke up, getting a hold of one of your arms now, slowly pulling them away from your body, “Don’t hide from me,-”

“Why?” You suddenly interrupted him, voice slightly shaky as you looked up at the monaguesque.

Charles shook his head as he slowly let his soft fingertips fall from your slightly cold skin, putting his palm onto the counter next to your waist again, “Why what? What do you mean, y/n?” He asked you gently.

You’ve never heard him speaking so gentle and soft to you, it amazed you.

You removed your gaze from his, breaking eye contact, “Why are you always so…uninterested and so mean towards me? I mean, you never even look at me and when you do then you give me this dirty glance before you immediately look away again, almost like you’re gonna get punished if you look at me any longer, let’s not even talk about the fact that you never say a single word to me!” You complained.

Charles gulped as he heard your angry words, it seriously hurt him deeply in the chest to hear you so upset but he couldn’t change it,

Your brother would kill him.

He briefly bit his lip before he stood up straighter, making you look up at him, “I wanted to talk to you since I first laid my eyes on you, I wanted to tell you how beautiful I think you are and how sweet and nice you alway are, especially to me,” he started, making you furrow your brows,

“But your brother forbid me…to even look at you any longer than ten seconds! I swear! And I understand him, men can be really gross and just literally nothing else than disgusting and I think that he just wanted to protect you since — you know, you’re his little baby sister.”

You cleared your throat before you fixed your postured as well, standing up straighter, “I’m not a baby,” you said before Charles laughed, smiling down at you, “I know that, y/n,” he replied, “But I don’t think that Gabriel knows that, at least he doesn’t want to believe it.”

Charles suddenly gently removed your arms from around your waist, putting his soft palms onto your waist now, gently pulling your towards his body,

“He said that if he catches me looking at you the wrong way, he’ll make sure to beat my ass up until I am literally unable to race for the rest of my life,” he laughed, dropping his head forward a bit, almost touching your forehead in the process.

You lightly gasped, not being able to imagine your brother saying something like that, “What?That’s crazy! You do know that he would never actually do that, right Charles?” He raised his brows as you said his name, breath for a quick second caught in his throat.

'Oh what an angelic voice saying his name right now' he thought before he answered,

“No, yeah! I know that, of course,” Charles quickly said as he briefly squeezed your waist, thumb drawing unknown figures onto your skin,

“I still didn’t really wanted to take that risk, you know?” He gulped before he looked at the door.

You raised your brows before you freed yourself out of his grasp and slowly went over to the door, and just when Charles thought that you just simply leave again, you locked the door, gulping before you slowly turned around again and looked at your brother's best friend.

“Would you take that risk now?” You asked him curiously, big doe eyes looking up at him as you positioned yourself in front of him again,

“You know, because he isn’t here right now,” you mumbled before you noticed him slowly raising his head.

Then he spoke up, “You think that now, where it’s just us, all alone in this small bathroom, that I’d do with you what I’ve always wanted to do?”

You gulped again, playing with your fingers as he came closer to you, forcing your back against the now locked door, “And what was that what you’ve always wanted to do with me?” You asked him stubbornly.

He put one of his hands onto your waist again, pressing your body against the door while he put his other hand onto the door next to your head, leaning his body against it,

“A lots of, lots of…bad things, angel,” he mumbled under his breath, “you probably never even heard of them,” Charles told you in a quiet and soft tone.

You swallowed all of your shyness down before you raised your hands and let your fingertips gently touch his neck, playing with his necklace in the process, “Tell me, charles,” you quietly spoke up, “please.”

Charles only gulped before he quietly sighed, eyes growing darker as he heard your quiet begging, “Y/n, your brother is next-”

You shook your head, “You can…cover my mouth,” your voice slightly trembling as you muttered the last three words.

Charles briefly furrowed his brows, tilting his head to the side before he cleared his throat, having to adjust himself a bit since you’re really giving him a hard time right now, “What did you just say?” He mumbled as he came a bit closer to you.

You slowly let your fingers run down his white shirt, not looking him in the eyes. But right when you opened your mouth, he interrupted you,

“No, no, no sweetheart — look at me and repeat what you’ve just said,” he whispered, putting his pointer finger under your chin, quickly forcing you to look up at him, holding your head in place with his hand.

“You can cover my mouth if you want to,” you mumbled under your breath, big and wide eyes looking up at him before you gently put your hand around his wrist, other one playing with his shirt.

“Can I, huh?” He tilted his chin towards your face, smirking while his thumb played with your bottom lip, running the pad of his finger along it.

You nodded, not saying anything this time as your brother‘s best friend just closely watched you, eyes jumping between your big doe ones and his finger running along your lip.

Suddenly, he came even closer to you, putting both of his palms under your thighs now, swiftly picking you up while you put your palms on his shoulders, looking down at him,

“You do know that we shouldn’t be doing this, right?” You whispered as his lips came closer to yours, “My brother will-

“I know,” Charles interrupted you as your noses touched, forehead touching each other as well as he couldn’t take his eyes off of your oh so kissable looking lips, “I know,” he mumbled before your lips connected, smashing against each other, almost like they belonged together.

You put your soft palms onto his cheeks, cupping them as the two of you made out, his fingers squeezed the flesh of your thighs before he groaned into the kiss, softly grinding his crotch area against you.

“Fuck,” he breathed into the kiss, slightly whining as you started to grind against him a bit as well, “Putain de merde, s'il te plaît, ne t'arrête pas!” Fucking hell, please don’t stop. Charles whined into the kiss before your lips disconnected, him burying his face into the crook of your neck now while you tangled your fingers into the roots of his hair.

“Oh m-my god,” you moaned in a high pitched tone, “feels so good, c-charles, fuck!” You cried out as you felt him biting down onto the skin of the crook of your neck, squeezing your eyes shut while Charles’s fingers grabbed your waist, squeezing your flesh while you put your cheek against his temple.

You heard him taking a deep breath before he loudly sighed, fingers squeezing your skin even harder as you felt him lazily running his lips along your neck, softly kissing it while you continued to hear him moaning and groaning.

You gulped before — all of a sudden, you loudly released a whine but luckily, Charles was very quick and did exactly what you’ve talked about before — covered your mouth, looking at your covered mouth before he gazed up at your glassy eyes, “You wanted m-me to do t-this, remember that baby.”

#fanfic #fanfiction #f1 #Charles Leclerc #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x reader #Charles Leclerc x fem!reader #SAW #saw movies

[lazycats-stuff]

The New Heir - Chapter 3

Okay... The last chapter made me had a heart attack. And it made me want to bash my head against my laptop. But thank you for the feedback anons. If you have any questions or feedback, you can always send me an ask.

Warning: break in, implied kidnapping, a panic attack, mentions of blood,

Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2,

Word count: 3k

Elias slowly opened his eyes. He grumbled quietly, rubbing his eyes. He leaned up on his elbows, blinking a few times. It was sunny and it looked like there was no storm in the first place. He removed the covers and got up, going to the bathroom. He glanced at Damian, who was sleeping on his back.

Elias thought that he slept like a corpse. Elias shook his head and then went to the bathroom. He closed the door behind him and he looked at himself with the mirror above the sink. The bathroom was... Painfully simple. Sure, you don't need to have a lavish bathroom just because you are rich...

But still. Elias wouldn't have a single idea on how to spend this money. Would he stay in his apartment? Buy himself things? When you have money, all the doors are open for you. The world is your oyster if you have money and connections.

His mom would often say that to him. And in a way it is true. Elias shook his head. Why are those thoughts in his head? And more so, in the morning, a few minutes after waking up?

He should only think about food and getting back home to his apartment. And how to introduce Damian Wayne to his mother. The only two thoughts he should be having. Also, where is Titus? He loves Great Danes. They are just so cool.

After 10 minutes he stepped out, nearly jumping out of his skin as Damian sat up out of nowhere.

" What's wrong? " Damian asked, yawing, covering his mouth with the back of his hand.

" You! You scared the living daylights out of me! You sat up like something out of a horror movie. " Elias yelled, calming himself down a little bit.

Damian just smirked and Elias scoffed, but with a smile on his face.

" Breakfast should be in a couple of minutes. " Damian announced to Elias, who nodded and he laid back down on the mattress. He rubbed his eyes and Damian went to the bathroom. He would sleep more, but it was going to be difficult. The sun was going trough the curtains and it just wasn't dark enough.

While Damian was in the bathroom, he changed into his clothes from yesterday. He combed his fingers through his hair, to try to calm it down a little bit.

Damian came out after a few minutes, a little bit more awake.

" Do you remember where the dining room is? " Damian asked Elias, yawning once more.

" I do. "

" Breakfast should start in a few minutes, so you can go downstairs. " Damian told Elias and Elias opened the door, catching the sight of Tim exiting his room.

" Morning Elias. " Tim said, closing the door behind himself.

" Morning Tim. " Elias repeated the greeting, closing the door. The two started walking down the hall, not saying anything at first. It was awkward at.

" Soo... How did you sleep? " Elias asked Tim, cringing at his awkwardness.

" I slept fine. I assume you slept well too. " Tim replied.

" Yeah. I fell asleep in a matter of a second. " Elias said, scratching the back of his neck.

" I always sleep better with the rain in the back ground. Now tell me something. " Tim started and Elias was afraid of the question.

" What is it? "

" How did you befriend Damian? "

Ah, the million dollar question in this family. Or a billion dollar question? Who knows...

" Well, you know the story with the school bully. After that we just talked for a week and then he gave me his number so we can stay in contact for the project. That's it. " Elias said and Tim... Well, he didn't look so convinced.

" You don't have to believe me. It's the truth. " Elias shrugged his shoulder in the process, not knowing why Tim wouldn't believe him about this.

" It's not like I don't trust you. It's just the fact that Damian made a friend, willingly- Now that's something that was weird to us. He is very... Well, he is not the friendliest person you will come across. " Tim explained to Elias, stopping to let him through first.

The smell of food was intense and Elias' stomach grumbled at the smell. He said good morning to everyone and he sat down on the same seat from yesterday.

" Alright master Elias, what are you going to drink? I have some herbal tea, coffee, although a small cup for you and juice. " Alfred finished and Elias wondered what happened to their agreement.

" Alfred, I thought you were going to call me by my first name? What happened to our agreement? " Elias asked, leaning on his elbows and putting his head on his palms.

" I'm afraid that this it's stronger than me, master Elias. So juice, coffee or tea? " Alfred asked, flipping a pancake.

" Juice would be nice. "

" Alright. " Alfred said and put the bacon somewhere.

" How did you sleep Elias? " Bruce, nursing a cup of coffee in his hands, sitting at the head of the table.

" I slept fine mister Wayne. I always sleep ten times better with rain the background. " Elias answered, watching as Damian walked into the dining room, sitting down at his spot.

" Please, just call me Bruce. Mister Wayne was my father. " Bruce said, taking a sip of his hot coffee.

" Alright Bruce. " Elias said, eyes going back to Alfred who was finishing up the breakfast for all of them.

" Alright, a true American breakfast. Some scrambled eggs, bacon and pancakes. " Alfred declared as he served them all their breakfasts. After saying bon appetit, they dug in. Elias didn't think that he has ever tasted better eggs.

And his mom can make killer eggs. But Alfred's? My God, they were on another level. He mumbled a thanks to Alfred as he put the juice next to his plate.

This felt nice. The breakfast passed quickly and after some more teasing directed towards Damian, Elias was ready to go back home. Damian was going to with him, just to meet his mother and to finish up a project.

They had to finish it. One way or another.

Elias happily walked up the stairs, Damian trailing behind him. Elias texted her this morning to let her know that Damian was coming, but she didn't respond. Elias also called her, but she was not picking up the call.

Maybe her phone died and she just didn't charge it? Elias left a voicemail, letting her know.

" Did she respond to your texts? " Damian asked, tilting his head. He didn't like this one bit. He had a feeling that something was off.

" No, but her phone must have died. " Elias concluded, but deep down he had a feeling that something was wrong. His mom was always there to respond to his calls or texts.

He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw that the door of the apartment were ajar.

His mom was careful with those doors. They were never open. Not when you live in Gotham. Elias could feel his hands shaking as he was about to push the door open. Damian tried to stop him, but Elias shook him off. He stepped into the apartment, shaking like a leaf. He could feel his heartbeat in his ears.

To say that the apartment is trashed would be an understatement. It looks like a hurricane went through it. Furniture is out of place and Elias could see that a chair was broken. Red shards of her once favorite vase were scattered across the floor. He moved to the kitchen, where a drawer was open. In it, there were a knife missing and Elias could swear that there was blood on the backsplash.

Damian grabbed him, making him jump. Damian led him out in the hall, dragging protesting Elias down to the lobby and out on the street in the fresh air.

" Now, you are going to stay put while I call GCPD. " Damian stated, leveling Elias' attempt protesting with his glare. Elias took his phone and started calling his mom. Texts are not going make it.

Elias started biting his bottom lip. He paced a little, waiting for his mom's voice to come through.

It never came. Only that robotic sound of that voice mail. He took a deep breath and tried again.

No answer.

Damian called Alfred as he has finished talking to the 911 operator. He looked at Elias, who looked crushed. He was trembling and he could see tears building up.

Elias was afraid. Damian wasn't good at comforting, but he could try.

" Are you okay? " Damian asked, although he already knew that answer.

" Damian... " Elias started, before sighing. Damian is trying to comfort him. " I don't know. I don't know where she is and I could be over reacting, but after seeing the apartment... I don't know... " Elias said, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. He wasn't going to cry.

" Are you sure you are okay? You look a little bit pale. " Damian noted, watching him closely. He was getting pale and Damian saw that he was sweating and his breath was getting more erratic.

He is having a panic attack.

" Elias, I think you might have a panic attack. " Damian said, making him sit down on the curb. He could see the familiar black car, so it was nice to see that he would have back up.

Elias couldn't really hear him as he the world started swimming in his eyes. He couldn't breath either and Damian's voice sounded distant. Damian knelt down in front of him, calm and collected for Elias' sake.

" Give me 5 things you can see. " Damian said, stopping Alfred with his hand.

" The store behind you... You... The tree, cars driving by and... Alfred. " Elias said, breathing a tad more easier.

" Four things you can touch. " Damian said, still calm and collected. He watched Elias like a hawk.

" My pants... The curb... My jacket and road. "

" Good, you are doing well. Good job. Now, three things you can hear." Damian praised.

" Your voice, the cars... And the birds. "

" Two things you can smell. Try to take deep breaths. "

" The smell from the trash and... " Elias stopped for a moment to take a deep breath. It was a foreign feeling to him. " Deodorant? " Elias questioned, not quite sure.

" And one thing you can taste. " Damian said, watching as Elias' breathing got back in order. He almost wanted to sigh in relief, but he had to stay relaxed for Elias' sake.

" Juice from the breakfast. " Elias said, breathing pattern finally normal and Alfred visibly relaxed.

" Are you two alright? " Alfred asked, looking at them both.

" We are. It seems that someone broke into the apartment. And his mother is not there. " Damian said and Alfred nodded in acknowledgement. " I also called the GCPD after calling you. " Damian added and Alfred moved to Elias.

" Master Elias, I would like you to sit in the car rather than on the road. " Alfred said quietly, gripping Elias' hands to help him up. Elias took a deep breath as he stood up and Damian thought that he was going to get dizzy by the way he swayed on his feet. He was ready to catch him if necessary.

" Alright. Sit tight here. I think I can see the patrol cars. Master Damian, you will have to lead them to the apartment. I don't think that master Elias is capable to do so. " Alfred said to Damian, moving Elias to sit at the passengers side. Elias leaned his head back on the leather, closing his eyes.

He forced himself to take deep breaths. He has never had a panic attack before. There were times when he was scared, but he was never so scared and panicked to the point of getting a panic attack.

He opened his eyes, watching the now empty police car. Alfred is on the side, waiting with Elias. Elias looked back at the entrance as Damian walked back out. Elias perked up and Damian put his hand up to stop him from getting up.

" They are calling it in right now. They will need to talk to you. " Damian stated. " Then they will have to call Social Services to get you put somewhere, but don't worry, we will take you in. " Damian said, watching the fear of being sent somewhere unknown.

There is a plethora of stories of children who were put in juvie because there was no place anywhere in the city for them.

" Thanks. I don't want to go to juvie. "

" As Todd would say, you have to take on the biggest one in the yard and prove your dominance. " Damian said, making Elias chuckle as his eyes watered a little bit.

" I know you are going to probably snap at me, but how are you feeling now? " Damian asked Elias, leaning on the side of the car.

Elias took a deep breath, closing his eyes. He didn't want to have another panic attack so he had to slow his mind down.

" Scared. Terrified. " Elias started, tapping his fingers against his thighs. " I don't want to think that she was kidnapped last night, but the more I think about the apartment and how it looked like, I know it would be stupid to not think about the possibility of a kidnapping. " Elias explained to Damian, sighing quietly.

Damian nodded. He has never been afraid to the extent that Elias is right now. He knew that Elias is thinking about a lot of things. More importantly, he is worried about his mother. His mom is the only constant in his life and now that one constant is gone.

" I don't know who would want to take her. " Elias said quietly, wrapping his arms around himself.

" This is Gotham, usually there is no reason. " Damian said, making Elias chuckle quietly.

" That is true. " Elias admitted, looking somewhere past Damian's shoulder. Damian turned around when to see what he was looking at. There were to officers walking up to the car and Elias just wanted to sigh out loud. He knew that the officers need to do their job, but Elias really wasn't in the mood to talk.

Bruce came half an hour later, after getting a call from Alfred and Damian. He didn't know what to think about the break in. He didn't expect it to happen to Natalia and more importantly, especially in that area.

The part of the city where Elias lives, well lived, is one of the rare parts where there was no crime and where people could live somewhat peacefully.

Did the incidents happen? Yes. But something like this? Burglary and kidnapping and/or possible murder? God know what the kidnapper is going to do with Natalia.

Kidnapping, burglary and possible murder wasn't really there when it came to this part of the city. He only hoped that they were all okay. He knew that Alfred wouldn't let anything happen to them both. He parked the car near the building before quickly getting out. He slammed the door and quickly walked up to his butler and son. Elias was currently lying down in the back seat.

Bruce raised his brow at Elias, but Damian shook his head. It's a clear sign of don't ask now, I will explain later.

" Alright, can somebody explain to me exactly what has happened? I got the short version. " Bruce asked Damian and Alfred. Damian glanced at Elias, then back at his father.

" We went upstairs and saw the apartment door was ajar. Elias went in to investigate and I followed him to get him out. GCPD got called and then Alfred and you. That would be it. " Damian explained to Bruce, who just nodded in response.

Another glance at Elias got him a little bit worried. He looked exhausted and it didn't look good. Sure, he is under a lot of stress due to the break in, but this is something else. He glanced at Alfred and the two moved aside, just out of earshot from the both boys.

" What happened with Elias? " Bruce asked, glancing at the car once more.

" He had a panic attack master Bruce. Damian walked him through it and by the looks of it, it looked like it was his first panic attack. "

Bruce hummed. " Poor kid. "

" I don't think I need to tell you, master Bruce, that he is staying with us. Damian already told him. " Alfred said and Bruce chuckled quietly.

" Of course. But also, I don't think I could have let him go with someone unknown. " Bruce said, crossing his arms.

" So I assume you are going to adopt him? " Alfred asked casually.

" No. He will be my ward until we find his mother. " Bruce said, determined to not adopt anymore children.

Alfred wasn't convinced. Not in the slightest.

" Don't give me that looked Alfred. "

" Master Wayne, you have an addiction when it comes to adopting. " Alfred sassed back, making Bruce roll his eyes.

" I don't. "

" Of course, and I'm the Pope. Now, lets get them both back home. " Alfred said, already walking back to the car. Bruce followed quietly, not really sure what to say to Elias.

" Come on Elias. We are going back to the manor. " Damian said to Elias and Elias slowly sat up properly, moving so that Damian could sit in the car too. He leaned his head on the window, closing his eyes.

#dc x OC character #dc comics #OC character #batfamily #bruce wayne x OC character #jason todd x OC character #batman x OC character #batkids #damian wayne x OC character #tim drake x OC character #dick grayson x OC character

[chrisevansonly]

Snowy Miracle

Chris Evans x Female Reader (no use of y/n in this one)

Summary: After a nasty winter storm cancels your flight to Boston, all hope seems to be lost to get home to your husband, but one cancelled flight won’t stop you from spending the holidays with your favourite person

Warnings: light swearing, but other than that just fluffy goodness<3

A/N: Okay, so this is my first fic in a while so bear with me while i get back into the swing of things! It’s not a super long one, but we’ll get there! Hopefully I did okay, happy holidays! ☺️

Word Count: 753

You should have known the second those big white flakes of snow started falling, flights would start to get cancelled and delayed. A last-minute business venture to New York before the holidays is what started this whole ordeal in the first place. So when the stripe of yellow indicating the last flight to Boston turned red cancelling it entirely, a sigh fell from your lips.

“Of course this has to happen now..”

Mumbling to yourself in annoyance your brain began to start figuring out alternative ways to try an salvage the trip home. Pulling out your phone out and finding a quiet spot to sit you sent a text to your husband back home

The Wife♥️: hey honey, the last flight into Boston was cancelled, I am going to figure out another way, stay tuned, I love you.

Your phone remained silent as you walked through the terminal over to grab your bags, spotting a car rental booth just near the baggage claim. It wasn’t the brightest idea you’ve ever had, but what is the harm in asking them for the most winter appropriate vehicle they have in order for you to get home. After grabbing your bags your phone chimed

Chris: fuck, I should have known that storm would cause problems…I can come get you?

The Wife♥️: it’s all good, I think I figured something out, I’ll keep you updated.

Chris: Okay, I love you, be safe

You managed to score a rental from the company to drive home, and luckily enough they had given you a big SUV with all the four-wheel drive options to make the three hour drive home. After the day you had, all you could think of was a tight hug from Chris and the comforts of your own bed.

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Pulling into the long driveway just after 6:00 pm you finally let your tense shoulders relax, the drive had been nothing short of horrendous, but you finally made it, and were more than ready to get all your things inside. You pulled your suitcase behind you and up to the front door, unlocking it with your keys, the sound of Charlie Brown Christmas on the TV which made you laugh to yourself. Your husband may be 41, but that never stopped him from loving all the classic children’s holiday movies. The rattle of your keys hitting the porcelain bowl on the hallway table echoed through the lower level and soon enough Chris appeared in front of you, eyes wide in surprise but a small smile beginning to pull at the corners of his lips.

“Surprise?”

You laughed and opened your arms for a hug which Chris quickly acted on, wrapping you in his arms and squeezing you to his chest. A slight smell of firewood on his sweater knowing he’d put one on not long ago

“How the hell did you get home angel?”

Pulling back enough to look up at him you smiled

“I got a rental car and drove the three hours home, it was shitty weather, but I made it”

Chris leaned down connecting your lips for a much-needed kiss after being away from each other for a couple days before letting you come further into the house

“I’m glad you’re home in one piece, not sure I love that you drove..”

“I knew you wouldn’t like that idea, so I didn’t tell you, but I’m here now and I didn’t miss Christmas”

A smile appeared on his face again and he didn’t hesitate to pull you back in for another hug, his lips pressing a few kisses to your temple, hands rubbing up and down your back as you held each other in silence.

“How about you go shower, change and I’ll order some dinner? We can watch Home Alone and then work some more on our tree”

He looked towards your very sad looking Christmas tree and laughed; you still had a decent amount of decorating to do

“That sounds perfect, I’ll be quick”

“Take all the time you want pretty girl”

A blush crept across your cheeks before kissing him once more, happy to finally be back with your person

“I love you, I’m happy you’re home”

You smiled before crossing your arms

“I love you too, even if you started Charlie Brown’s Christmas without me.”

Chris’s boisterous laugh the last thing you heard as you made your way upstairs and towards your shared bedroom. A little snow could never get in the way of you getting home for the holidays.

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[starfall-spirit]

The Little Prima Donna

For @shallyne

Read on Ao3

One shot inspired by the art above of Feyre and her future daughter. Artist: rosebuds.arts on Instagram Commissioner: Shallyne

AN: This is a spot the easter egg (movie quote) fic. My only hint is to think about the art pose if you can't pick it up from the lines alone. Feyre's Court Discord is not allowed to spoil it.

Also, while my next-gen daughter is normally named Roxanna, this is a gift fic, so I will be using Shallyne's preferred name for her, Nemesis.

Reach out in the comments, reblogs, or my asks if you recognize the art pose or the movie I quote. Fic starts below the cut. ☺

It had been weeks since the skies of Velaris had been so sunny and clear. Summer storms had been constant this year and if rain wasn't pouring down then it was disgustingly humid outside. But just this morning the cloud coverage had finally broken, the sky opening to a beautiful blue as the sun's rays danced over the water and land that made their city. The moment Nyx and Nemesis had dressed themselves and cleaned their breakfast plates they had bolted from the table to play on the open front lawn. Feyre and Rhys had followed them out a moment later, Rhys with leisure reading for once and Feyre with her travel paints and a canvas.

She hadn't updated their family portrait since Nemesis was barely old enough to crawl. Here they were, already eight and five, tussling like a couple of wild animals half the time. What happened to the tenderness Nyx showed his infant sister once upon a time, Feyre didn't know. "Careful, running," she called setting her outdoor easel where she wanted it. Though the ground was mostly dry, her children were quite talented at finding whatever mud remained, taking a few nasty falls and ruining their clothes. Some mudstains of the past had been too severe for laundry soap or magic to get out. Those became their painting outfits on the days they joined Feyre in her studio. Rhys mumbled something from the chair beside her, a smirk on his lips even with his nose in his book. "What?"

"Eight years, Feyre. Clothes are replaceable and fae children are next to invincible."

He was assuming her reaction was still about some deep-rooted instincts about human weakness and poverty. Not so long ago he may have been right. And she still had moments she had to remind herself she could eat her fill or spend money more freely. But not this time. This time was the simple matter of their second child taking after Rhys and being a little prima donna. "You deal with the diva when Nyx kicks up mud on her dress then. She refused to let me pick out old play clothes this morning."

"It's her birthday. You like looking nice on your birthday, don't you?" Unfolding his glasses, he pointedly turned back to his book, long legs stretching out in front of him. She let her gaze linger on certain features on the way back up. The scrawl of ink marking their death bargain, the strong muscles there leading up the rest of his body, the last of his tattoos just peeking past his unbuttoned collar. Every inch of him had been well explored after a near decade together, and yet Feyre still never tired of the sight. "You're checking me out. Again."

"Seeing as you're still the most beautiful male I've ever met, it's a privilege I'll continue utilizing as your mate."

He hummed. "Even with my old man readers?"

"Especially with your old man readers." She leaned over to kiss him before turning her attention to her pallet so she could begin her underpainting.

He paused his reading for a moment, closing the book over his hand to mark his place. "Do you think they'll find this one day? A mate they'll truly love?" She furrowed her brow. They'd touched upon this discussion in ways, casually noting that both their children were bound to break hearts, but they hadn't gone to the depth of a healthy mating bond. Or an unhealthy one for that matter. "You and I have the best kind of bond. If we set that expectation... I don't want to see my parents' fate for anyone, especially not my children."

She took his hand. "Rhys, you're asking a pretty big question, regarding a pair of younglings." The look he gave her begged her to humor him. She sighed. "I don't know if they'll find a bond and be happy, or if they'll struggle, or if they'll be so hopelessly in love with someone else they never find their mate. What I do now is that major conflict is behind us now and we have all the time in the world to let them find out."

"I just—"

A shrill scream had them both standing, only to find Nemesis flying toward them. "Hey, hey, hey. What's going on?"

Just as Feyre had predicted this morning, her daughter's pink birthday dress was splattered with mud and grass from the hem up to half of the skirt, her carefully pinned hair and bow askew. "Mother, he pulled my hair and kicked mud up on me!"

"Well, she started it!" Nyx huffed, always quick to defend himself, whether he was in the right or wrong.

Nose scrunched and hands on her hips, Nemesis raised her chin, her posture nearly perfect. "Ladies do not start fights, but they can finish them," she said haughtily.

Rhys' hand flew up to his mouth, muffling a laugh no doubt. Don't you dare encourage that, Rhysand.

Me? Never, darling.

Both of you need to play kindly," he admonished. "Nyx, it's your job to set an example for your sister." A wave of his free hand and the fresh mud was gone, the birthday dress a pristine pink once again. "How's that, little star?"

"Better. Thank you, Daddy." Nyx crossed his arms, glaring daggers at his sister as she flounced over to Feyre. "Will you fix my hair again? Please?"

Feyre shook her head, eyeing the lopsided half-part and the pathetic bow attached. "Turn around." Retying the small ponytail and sliding the bow in place, Feyre leaned forward to kiss her daughter's cheek. "There you are, my love. Now, be nice to your brother. Nyx, you be nice too. I'm sure whatever happened was an accident. Both of you try to have fun with each other until your cousin comes over." They exchanged a look, and like every other disagreement, this one melted away, right back into a fresh game of tag. "That was your diva."

Rhys chuckled. "Of course, Feyre darling."

For a long while they sat in a content silence, Rhys reading, Feyre painting. "I don't think there’s anything to fear. I think we've both spent so long seeing the worst of the world the doubt always comes first. That may always be the case. But for them, I want to believe there's something—someone perfect for them and what they need—waiting to be found. Isn't that all we can do?"

"Someone waiting," he repeated. "I think you just might be onto something there."

~~~~~

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[veronicaphoenix]

“They look at each other like they were almost lovers, like they should have kissed, and made love and laughed in bed together, but they chose to stay friends instead. They look at each other with what ifs and could haves and hearts full of regrets.” —Nikita Gill.

Chapter tags & trigger warnings: best friends to lovers, alcohol intake, sexual content, p in v (protected). | Word count: 5k | Cross posted on AO3. | Series masterpost. ✧.*

General trigger warnings: This work addresses and depicts issues related to addiction and violence, contains explicit sexual content, and explores themes of childhood trauma. Reader discretion is advised. +18

I don't know how we ended up like that. 

One moment we were fine, and the next we were drunk. 

At some point, our brain cells had ceded control to the alcohol. We had lost all inhibition to the extent of finding ourselves in a situation from which, in other circumstances, we would have recoiled without giving it any second thought.

But this time, it was different, and I couldn't take my eyes off Lia, nor my body from hers.

We had started the night with a horror movie. We'd had dinner half an hour before and then settled into the studio with a bowl of popcorn and a couple of beers. For weeks now, I hadn't been in favor of Lia drinking, given her situation and her condition with alcohol, but it was Saturday night, we were alone, and we'd had a good day, especially Lia, who after weeks of not showing any sign of joy, had managed to smile and I'd even heard her laugh. 

I had missed that sound, and every day that had gone by without it and that I'd had to endure seeing the reddened areas on Lia's skin had been days spent in a kind of banal Hell, only soothed by the knowledge that under our roof she was safe. 

So we'd taken two beers back to the studio and had settled in on the pullout-sofa, which had remained open since I'd given Lia my room weeks before and  I had moved into the studio. We had brought a few cushions from the living room and a couple of pillows from my bedroom.

Outside, a strong wind was blowing, but we didn't mind. However, the storm outside matched the mood that Lia and I had set up inside the room, where we lay sheltered under the LED lights and the scent of an incense stick that I had lit a while ago.  

Halfway through the movie, Lia got up and stepped over my legs and hopped down to the floor. She told me she was going to get a bottle of water. She was only wearing the T-shirt I had lent her a few days before and it was huge on her. It was practically hers at this point. When she returned, she had a bottle of water clutched to her chest with one arm and two more bottles of beer in her hands. I looked at her disapprovingly, but I couldn't say no when she gave me that look with puppy dog eyes. 

The second beer became a third, and the third, somehow I can't remember, became a fourth. And by then Lia was already under the influence of alcohol, and I was starting to feel sleepy and a little dizzy. 

At some point, amidst the laughter that was overtaking us as we watched the movie that should have made us jump out of our seats and stop our hearts every random second, I noticed two glasses with half a finger of whiskey and an ice cube about to melt on the small table next to the couch. When had they gotten there?

When I asked Lia, she leaned forward to see what I meant. She shrugged, but her breath exuded the unmistakable smell of the same drink. She suggested, between funny gestures, that she would take them to the kitchen, as if that would get the drink out of our system, but as soon as she stood up on the mattress, she wobbled. I grabbed her calf, pressing my fingers into her skin. Lia, by inertia, grabbed onto my shoulders to stabilize herself, unsuccessfully. Her hair fell over my face. And finally, she fell on her ass in the same place where she had been sitting. 

Two seconds later, her laughter flooded the studio. It took me a while to react. The part of me that still had my feet on the ground was telling me that I should be concerned and do something before Lia got worse. Since I had brought her home weeks before, she had been medicating herself practically every day to calm her restlessness and keep her nights from breaking down with nightmares of her being back at Mitch's house and her mother, a figure in the distance, reminding her that this was what she deserved, just as it had been with the women in her family before her. I hadn't behaved myself when it came to my drinking either. I feared that if I didn't do something, if I didn't stop her, Lia would continue down a path that rarely ended well. However, there was another voice in my head, the one that belonged to the part of me that had already succumbed to the alcohol that night, and I ended up bursting out laughing as well.

I let go of her leg. Lia said something about how hard I had grabbed her, and looked down at her calf, where there were now red marks where my fingers had been. Her hair was loose and tousled, but even through her locks you could see her smile fall, and for a moment I thought Lia would look at me with terror in her eyes and run away. 

While the bruises on her arms and face had faded days ago, the scars were elsewhere on her body. 

"What are you made of?" She asked then, taking me slightly by surprise. 

I frowned and then raised my hands.

"I just wanted to keep you from falling flat on your face," I replied. 

"That wasn't going to happen," she replied, a half-smile reappearing on her face. 

"Of course it was."

Offended, she picked up the nearest cushion and threw it at me somewhat clumsily. It didn't hurt me, but I threw her an amused warning anyway. 

"Hey!" 

"I wouldn't have fallen face-first! I'm...!" She paused for a second, her eyes on mine, as if she had suddenly forgotten what she wanted to say. On the TV, where the movie was still playing, someone had just died, although the truth was that neither Lia nor I had been paying attention to the story for a while, and the sound was just background music. "I'm fine!" 

"Oh, yeah? Prove it to me," I challenged her. I leaned back against the cushions on the headboard of the couch, and was tempted to cross one ankle over the other, but I didn't because I knew Lia was going to fall.

Grumbling, she braced herself with her hands on the mattress and made an effort to stand up. When I raised a hand to ready myself in case I had to catch her again, Lia pointed at me and told me not to even think about it.

Stubborn girl.

She struggled, and wobbled a few times, but managed to get to her feet and as she stood up there, she looked down at me with her chin raised and brought her hands to her hips, wrinkling the fabric of the t-shirt and making it ride up a tad, revealing more skin from her thighs. My eyes wandered there for less than a second. I couldn't stop smiling. 

"See?" She muttered proudly.

"Very good," I replied, pouting my lips in acceptance. "Now get down from there and take those glasses to the kitchen."

See if you can do it. 

I saw in her eyes that she was momentarily lost. She was blinking repeatedly.

"You underestimate me, pretty boy," she said haughtily, then. "I can do that and much more," she continued, raising a hand and pointing a finger to the sky. 

I would have been lost in the thought of her looking adorable if it weren't for the fact that she was drunk, and that Lia was not the healthy, happy Lia I wanted to see. 

"Which philosopher said that phrase about balance...? "

She was beginning to ramble. She scratched her chin.

I squinted at her from my position. Lia was looking around, as if the sentence she was trying to find in her brain was etched in some corner on the walls around us, in the room where the guys and I had so much stuff piled up, from various computer screens to guitars to countless wires and plastic vines that crossed from one end of a wall to another.

"The balance..." she said in a whisper. "The balance is perfect, I think. Or maybe... Wait."

"Lia..."

"No!" she exclaimed, raising a finger again, this time to stop me. She was off balance again, as the softness of the mattress and her inebriated state didn't match, and she made a couple of clumsy, automatic jumps to the end of the pullout-bed, inadvertently stomping on the TV remote and causing the TV to turn off. 

My body immediately rose up. I grabbed her arm and pulled her up to keep her from finally going face-first onto the floor, and in doing so, I was the one who fell backwards. I took Lia with me, who let out a squeal as her body met mine. She lay on top of me, her chest against mine, and her legs over mine. She shifted until she was prostrate with her forearms resting on my chest. My hands found hold on her hips. 

"I remember!" She exclaimed. Her eyes were wide open.

I couldn't remember what the hell we were doing, or what the plan had been that night. I felt dizzy and out of place. Lia's alcohol breath whipped over me, and it mingled with the vanilla scent of the shampoo she was using and that had found a place in my bathroom since she was living with us. 

"'Perfectly baaaaaalanced, as all things should be.' It was Thanos who said it. We went to see the movie together at the cinema, remember?"

She smiled. She looked very comfortable on top of me. 

I don't know how she was able to remember those things given her state. 

I didn't give a damn who said what. I had long since stopped watching Marvel movies. The only thing I could focus on now was the light brown color of Lia's eyes, a lighter brown than mine and sometimes, depending on the angle of the light, turning the shade of sand at sunset on the beach. It was not only that that enchanted me. The closeness made me lose myself in the universe that was in her orbs, in the grandeur of them, the long, thick lashes that framed them and the flicker of them like the wings of a butterfly, the little wrinkle at the side corner that was pronounced every time she laughed, and the way Lia's gaze itself was softening.

Until I realized that she was looking at me as if she was feeling the same thing I was feeling. 

A minute before, we had been looking at each other with the confidence we had always looked at each other with. Two friends enjoying an evening together. A good movie and a bowl of popcorn. Nothing more.

Now, there was something else that hadn't been there before, (or maybe it had been... but I had tried to keep hidden for both our sakes).

Whatever we had been discussing had been forgotten. It had been lost in some corner of the room until it had managed to escape through some slot leading to the outside and had mingled with the wind increasing in the streets. 

That amusement and yet confusion that had been present in Lia's eyes had dissipated. What was in them was now unfamiliar to me, but at the same time almost well-known.

Her gaze had always been my shelter, although this time, what seemed different was that Lia looked at me as if....

She looked at me as if she had had me in front of her all her life but hadn't noticed; as if she had just found something she had been looking for for years; as if she had been given her breath back even though for a few moments we both held our breath when our faces met mere centimeters from each other.  

As the maddening beat of her heart softened, her light breathing intertwined with mine. I could feel against my chest the rise and fall of her own; how it slowed as our smiles fell and our gazes met in an instant that hung in time. 

Lia's eyes dropped for an imperceptible second. 

They looked at my lips. 

Hers parted. 

It didn't go unnoticed to my gaze because my eyes also went to her mouth.

My hands were resting on her hips, her hair falling on the sides of my face, and the thought that crossed my mind at that instant was that I wanted to have her lying under me, her hair spread out on the sheets like a pile of silk, and my fingers itched as I wanted to reach out and touch her face, her cheeks that were burning from the alcohol and the commotion we had formed in the room minutes prior.

I sensed her hands seeking support on my chest, her fingers wanting to cling to the fabric of my black t-shirt, which clung to my skin as her fingers began to press gently. It was as if she wanted to pull me closer to her without giving it all away, as if she wanted to make me believe that maybe it was just my imagination. 

The more daring part of me was the part that made me roll on top of her to have her where and how I wanted her. Lia held her breath. It was only two seconds.

One of my legs was between hers, and my knee was very close to her groin. Lia was only wearing my T-shirt, which was huge on her, but in that position, and having fallen on the couch and now having me on top of her, the fabric had slipped up her stomach and the only thing separating the wettest part of her body from my knee was the fabric of her panties and the fabric of my sweatpants. 

The thought nearly made me lose my temper. I felt dazed and weak-willed, (at least in regards to the kind of will that made me make sound decisions), and I cursed myself for allowing myself to drink so much; for allowing her to drink so many beers that night and not even have the memory of watching her pour us two glasses of whiskey on the rocks up to the top.  

My vision blurred for a few seconds. As it cleared again, I saw a gleam in Lia's eyes that hadn't been there before. Outside, the wind was rushing, swaying tree branches and blowing objects around the yard and down the street. It was as if the chaos we had created between the two of us inside the house had been replicated outside, and the exhilaration I felt inside me was also a reflection of what was happening outside. The sky had been cloudy for hours, and soon it would start to rain. 

I didn't care, because at that moment, all I wanted was to be petrified, with Lia under my body, her huge eyes locked on me, her breath attuned to mine, her vanilla scent flooding every one of my senses, enveloping me, and the slight flicker of her eyelashes making me lose the last ounce of sanity I had left. 

Lia slightly flexed one of her legs. Her whole body reacted. I don't know if it was on purpose or if it was unconscious. My knee brushed against her crotch. The next thing I saw was her tongue moistening her lower lip. I felt her hands press hard against my back, press me to her, and then she raised her head a little and her mouth caught mine. 

The flare of fire she ignited shot through me from head to toe, and before I could reconcile how dangerous that was, what we were doing and under what conditions, my hands were already on her face, on her cheeks, in her hair, and my mouth devouring hers as if outside there was a hurricane and we didn't know if we would ever see the sun again. 

At least I was aware that without Lia there was no sun, and after that night, I was sure there wouldn't be either if I didn't have her like that, trapped under my body, at my mercy, surrendering herself. Her kisses were desperate, as if she had just reached the surface of a sea in which she had been drowning. I kissed her hard, returning the same passion that seemed to run through her veins. I was aware that it was probably the alcohol, but she couldn't talk sense into me. I preferred to believe that Lia was the one in control, that she was the one who wanted me there, my body pressed to hers as the wind became increasingly aggressive outside, my mouth on hers. 

I slid one hand up to the back of her head, to the nape of her neck, and raised it a little so I could make the kiss deeper, cocking my head to the side at the same time. My tongue brushed against hers, and once they touched, there was no turning back, and our breathing became ragged and labored. Little exhales began to escape from her mouth, tiny noises in which her body begged for air but to which she refused to pay attention, and as the seconds, or minutes, passed, the exhales turned to moans, and the choked sound of them almost made me lose my mind. 

Despite the alcohol, Lia had to be aware of what she was doing. She had to be aware of how much she was turning me on, of the hardness that was crescendoing in my pants and would soon press hard between her legs. 

Fuck. 

Her hands moved desperately up and down my body. They went from my back to my neck, to my face, to my hair. Then they sought the warmth under my shirt, and an electric current coursed through me as her fingers stroked the skin of my back and rib area. I shivered, and almost jerked as her body pressed tighter against mine. This time I was sure it had been on purpose. My erection slapped the spot between her legs and Lia gasped over my mouth, eyes closed. I grunted as I saw her expression. A surge of pleasure had just swept across her face, and I could hardly believe it. 

If it continued like this, it would make me lose consciousness, and I didn't want, being with her, to unleash that primal version of me that sometimes emerged when I was on stage and that people loved in my voice and in the movements of my body. I didn't want to be that person with Lia despite the number of images that began to fill my head. 

She started pulling my shirt up, and I let her take it off me, shaking it off to get rid of it as it went over my head and down my arms. The two seconds our mouths spent apart felt like forever, and when I was naked from the waist up, I descended on Lia again vehemently, holding her face, my fingers tangling in her hair. I moved my body so that I was completely over hers. My erection throbbed in my pants, and it was beginning to ache from being held under the fabric of my underwear and sweatpants.

Unable to restrain myself despite the voice telling me to stop and get away from Lia, I slipped a hand under Lia's shirt, my own t-shirt, the one she had appropriated days before and had been torturing me with day and night, every time she walked around the house showing off her legs and revealing the curve of her ass every time she stood on her tiptoes to reach the cups and the tea boxes in the kitchen cabinets.

Damn you, Lia. 

Her skin was soft, and I sensed it bristle under the touch of my fingers. When I reached for her bra, I slipped my fingers under the seam until I reached her breast and felt under my fingertips the feel of her nipple, which became hard as a pebble. Lia let out a moan into my mouth, and when I pinched her, her nails dug into the skin of my lower back, making me feel a pain that pleased me. 

Lia's body was tiny under mine, and I didn't want it any other way. I could lie to myself all I wanted in the daylight and tell myself the opposite over and over again, but Lia was made for me.

And I was made for her.

The next morning her lips would be dry and sore, but I had no intention of stopping kissing her as long as her lips sought me out. 

I played with her nipple between my fingers, enraptured by the little noises coming from her mouth. When she pulled her head back and rubbed against my erection, I attacked her neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin there. There were so many things I wanted to say to her... The voice in my head wanted to grab her by the shoulders and shake her, tell her that I was going crazy and that we shouldn't be doing that, that we were each other's best friend, that we had promised.... 

As I kissed her on the neck and branded her, I considered the semantics of our promise. We had promised we wouldn't fall in love with each other, but we had never talked about sex, and people had sex all the time without being in love. 

Keep hiding it as much as you want, Noah....

I shifted my hips toward Lia to quiet the voice drilling me, and let myself go. 

I thought I heard my name on her lips. A whisper. A moan. Her hands dug into the band of my sweatpants, and pressed the skin of my ass, drawing me to her.

We would only stop under one circumstance, and that was if Lia decided she didn't want to go forward. 

Because I definitely did. 

One of Lia's hands slid down the side of my hip and groped the front of my waist. She hastily unbuttoned the knot of my sweats, and probably would have slipped her hand inside without preamble had I not neglected her nipple and grabbed instead her wrist, stopping her.

I lifted my head. Lia opened her eyes, and what I saw in them did not please me. 

I was afraid that wasn't my Lia there.

"Lia," my voice escaped hoarse and raspy from my throat. I was trying to catch my breath, my sanity and my willpower. It was too much, and Lia's body was still under mine, clinging to mine, soft and warm. Lia's eyes darkened, her lips moist, and her cheeks flushed. 

I could have told her anything, reminded her that we were two friends about to cross a line from which there was no return, that she was drunk, that I was a little way too tipsy, and that my head was spinning and I was scared. 

Instead, I asked her if she was sure, and her answer was my undoing. 

"I've been waiting for this my whole life."

I kissed her fiercely, as if I couldn't breathe without her. I told her to give me a minute. I stood up and walked out of the studio, stumbling over my own feet and bumping into the wall on the way to the bedroom. Everything seemed different around me, and as soon as I entered my room I had to stop for a few seconds and lean against a piece of furniture to remember what I was doing there. I walked over to the nightstand on my side of the bed. The fact that I already saw my bed as a shared place with Lia should have set off alarm bells days ago, but I hadn't wanted to assume that, because I liked that one side was hers, that her things were on the other nightstand, her smell on the pillow.

The boys were right. How long it would take for me to acknowledge it in front of them, I didn't know. 

I opened the bottom drawer and rummaged through the shit I had stored there until I found what I was looking for. Just before I left the room, I heard Lia grow impatient. Her voice carried down the hallway and reaching my ears, almost making me laugh despite my state.

"Noowaaah!"

There it was, that stupid and adorable way of calling me since she was six years old. 

"I'm here," I replied as I returned to the studio, trying to keep my balance. I had to put on a fucking condom and I had to do it right. At least that had to be done right.

Lia was propped up on her elbows, and looked at me with eyes full of impatience and lust. There was, at the same time, something childish in them, as if by leaving for those thirty seconds I had taken a toy away from her. 

I glanced at her from under my eyelashes. Seeing her there, waiting for me, rubbing her thighs because there was no other way to satiate the heat she felt between them, had me on the verge of bursting. 

I got rid of my sweats and boxers, and when my cock jumped into Lia's view I saw her eyes widen even more if possible, darken, and her lips part. She was killing me. I opened the condom wrapper and put the rubber on, and it didn't take two seconds before I was back on the mattress. Lia dropped down, submitting, her hair creating a halo around her. She let out a little cry of surprise when I grabbed her below the knees. 

"Come here," I said. 

I pulled her a little towards me, and hooked my fingers into the sides of her panties to pull them off. 

Lia was fucking gorgeous, and I don't know what I'd expected, or what I'd imagined, but she was a gift I'd held in my hands forever and hadn't dared to unwrap. 

I lay on top of her. Her hands went to my shoulders, to my hair, and she pushed me by the nape of my neck so that I would kiss her again. 

My cock brushed against her entrance. She was wet. Soaking wet. I rubbed against her repeatedly, slowly, feeling her, reveling in the heat emanating from her and how slippery she was. If only the latex barrier hadn't been there... I needed to find out if her insides were just as slippery in the next sixty seconds or I would die right there. 

She spread her legs further apart, giving me access, and I moved my hips slightly away to position myself at her entrance. I held my cock with one hand and stopped kissing her to direct my gaze to the point where our bodies were about to merge. Lia clung to one of my shoulders. I pushed. She held her breath, her chest swelling against mine. I looked at her again, and as I sank into her, I wordlessly begged her not to look away from me. I wanted to be a bystander in how her pupils dilated, how her lips parted, how she held back the first moan of our union and then let it escape as she relaxed and settled into my length, into the sensation of having me inside her. Her muscles molded to mine so quickly that I considered whether everything we had been through boiled down to the fact that we were meant for each other.

From the time I had found her that spring morning sitting on the sidewalk in front of her ramshackle house to the time I had saved her from that bastard Mitch while I was battling an unknown disease, and every single thing that had happened in between, had led to that moment, to Lia and I lying on the sofa bed in the house I shared with Jolly and Jessie, naked, drunk, and lost in our own and each other's pleasure. 

I was delusional, but at that moment I didn't want to think about any other possibility. I didn't want to think about tomorrow, about the time when Lia would wake up and the alcohol would have dissipated in her veins, when she would realize that she had allowed me to sink into her and that we had both touched heaven when we cum. First her, and then me, following her to a peak from which I never wanted to descend. 

When I started to move, I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the pleasure that made me almost lose consciousness. I remember Lia's body under mine, trying to move in sync with mine, the moans escaping her mouth and sneaking into my ears as her hands caressed my arms and back. I remember my name on her lips, and how that was a drug I knew I couldn't live with if I didn't take it again soon. 

Although a part of Lia was far from there, Lia was everything I had dreamed of. Those dreams where I had crossed the line and imagined what it would be like to feel Lia naked under my hands, trembling with my fingers inside her, with my tongue caressing her most erogenous parts, had been close to reality, but this was so much better. When she asked me to go faster, I replied with a "shh" in her ear. I pulled her hand away from my back and moved her arm until I held it above her head. I intertwined the fingers of our hands and continued to torture her in a leisurely, delicious rhythm, my face sinking into her neck, feeling the caress of her hair on the side of my face. 

We didn't last long, and the last thing I remember was lying on top of Lia, in her arms, both of us trying to catch our breath, and hearing her little laugh sneaking under my skin. Her fingers touched my hair, and I think I fell asleep to her caresses.

#noah sebastian #bad omens fanfiction #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian x ofc #bad omens fic #noah sebastian fanfiction

[randofics]

🎶 Lainey Wilson - Things a man oughta know

Gaz x southern reader

The COD boys are meeting you for the first time! Separate stories for each!

Gaz was uncomfortable, to say the least. This extra training with inexperienced privates in the humid carolina air was starting to take its toll, and he just wanted to get this over with so he could fly back home. The rest of the 141 were also here, but they had their own training groups to deal with. He didn't doubt they also wanted to get home as soon as possible.

Thunder rolled, and storm clouds were slowly overtaking the once clear blue sky. He hoped it would rain, so maybe they could cool off. He wouldn't have to hope long as sprinkles light as a fairy hit his uncovered skin.

-------

Several hours later, all he wanted was a drink to unwind, his back already killing him from the rough land nav session. He'd met up with the others in the lounge room, and they all agreed with his plan to go out and enjoy themselves a bit.

He'd swapped his uniform out for a white wifebeater and jeans along with his usual cap, hoping that more exposed skin would help with the heat.

Price asked some other guys walking past where the closest bar was, and surprisingly, it wasn't that far at all, maybe a five minute drive at most.

-------

When they stepped inside the neon lit country bar, a couple of people stopped to glance their way but quickly returned to the more interesting conversations and drinks. It was probably a common thing for soldiers to come down from the base for a drink.

He pulled out a seat along with the others, and a waitress sat a stack of menus on the end of the table. The singular laminated papers had two printed sides, one for beers and other strong drinks with food to go along with it. The other side had cocktails and other fruity or mixed drinks with deserts such as cheesecakes or pies.

The team ordered their drinks and three plates of hot wings in different sauces. TV's mounted around the bar were playing different games, and their waitress was kind enough to ask if they wanted to watch anything in particular. She managed to put on a football (soccer) game from the UK, and in no time, the wings and drinks were gone.

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A group of women laughing at one's joke walked inside. They sat at a nearby table and ordered their own drinks.

Price turns his head when he hears their laughter. One woman in nicer dress than the others waves at him with a smile. He smiles back before turning to the team and downing the last of his beer in one go. He gives them a look, getting up and following the woman to the bar.

A few minutes go by, and two more women break off from the group drinks having been finished. One in a cammo cap and another in a pastel yellow dress with lace along the hems single out Gaz and Konig.

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The woman in the cammo cap introduces herself as y/n. There's a bit of dried mud on the bill of her cap, and it looks well worn. "What's a fella like you doin' here in the States?"

"Recruit training, miss." She leans with her hand on the table. "You know I haven't met too many foreigners yet. You're my second brit."

"With the base so close by, I would've thought you'd met more than that." She gives him a small chuckle. "You'd think so. Maybe I just don't time it, right?"

"You're in luck! There's a whole table of foreigners right here." He holds out his hand for her to shake. "I'm Gaz it's a pleasure to meet you, y/n."

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Your conversation draws on for another hour, and you've become engrossed in each other's stories. A couple of beers have been emptied and sit on the old wood table between you.

You had just been laughing at something, he said, twirling a bottle around in front of you. You look up at him with a content smile. "Hey, do you want to go to my place for a bit? Maybe watch a movie or something?"

He's a bit nervous scratching the back of his head. "Sure, I'd love to!" A brighter smile graces your features as you stand.

The taxi drive to your house is filled with hilarious stories and laughs. The tires hit the gravel driveway and come to a stop before your house. Wind chimes on the porch jingle, and your dog in the backyard starts barking.

You pull your keys as he holds the storm door open for you. Cool air hits you when the door swings open and you switch on the light.

He spots the deer head mounted above your couch along with a couple of framed turkey tails and beards. "You're a hunter, after all. I thought you might be."

"Oh yeah, that's my first buck I ever shot. And those are mine and my dad's turkeys from a few years ago." As you put your things away, he glances around the room. A couple of hunting and fishing magazines lay stacked on the coffee table along with a centerpiece bowl of seashells and driftwood.

The shelf nearby has more magazines and old builders manuals along with some miscellaneous titles. Also, a few collectible plates sit on the shelves not packed with books. Movie posters and family pictures cover the empty spots.

You let out a sigh as you plop down on the couch, turning on the TV. "Well, what are ya waiting for? Come sit!"

"Anything in particular you want to watch?"

"Not really no." After a minute of scrolling through movies, you give up.

"There's something we could do to pass the time." You grin at his meaning, setting the remote down and straddling his lap. "I'd like that."

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One hand lands on your thigh, the other cupping your cheek to pull you closer. His lips connect with yours, and you relax against him.

As your hands roam his body, he lets out a quiet moan. His tongue presses against your teeth, asking for entry.

He tastes like beer with a hint of buffalo sauce from his meal earlier. To him, you taste like sweet tea and beer. The lingering sugar in your mouth makes him want more.

You pull away to catch your breath when he takes the opportunity to attack your neck. You hum in contentment as his lips dance across your skin. His hands move to the hem of your shirt, slipping beneath to feel your soft skin. His gentle touch down your spine gives you chills as his other hand spreads over your belly.

A groan escapes his throat when you tug his hair, arms around his neck. He sucks on your pulse, leaving behind a blooming red mark. Your own moans make him grin against you.

Reluctantly, he pulls away to look you in the eyes. "Sorry, I can't go any farther than this love. We only just met after all." You smile, nodding in understanding. "That's fine with me so long as you keep touching me darlin'." He grins, shaking his head. "Alright, then let's keep this going."

End

#fanfic #gaz cod #gaz x reader #gaz x y/n #cod mw2 #cod men #x reader #fanfic short series

[turquoiselover-99]

Flufftober Day 8

I'm a couple days behind, but no biggie. I can catch up... i hope.

Rain came down in sheets outside the window, droplets sliding down the balcony doors and pooling on the concrete outside, turning it dark and slick.

Inside the O’Connell residence, though, it was warm and dry, the occupants content to ignore the storm outside in favor of being in each other’s presence—and to have some fun of their own.

“You’re not winning again.”

“You sure about that, babe?”

“It’s statistically impossible! No one can be this good at a card game!”

“I was in Vegas for a few years, and I am banned from five different casinos for my skills.” Joshua glanced at his cards, then smirked at his partner and laid them down, “Read ‘em and weep.”

Carlos stared at the full flush, and groaned, throwing his two pairs down, “That’s it, I give up. No more.”

To the side, Allie giggled, and reached for the cards to shuffle them, while Joshua reached for the pot and started munching on a pretzel.

“You up for a game of pool, Uncle Carlos?” Allie asked with a mischievous smirk.

“Madre di Dios—hell no. That’s worse! How do you two do it?!”

“Practice.”

“Luck.”

Joshua and Allie looked at each other and shared a grin.

“I’m getting another drink,” Carlos grumped, uncurling his legs and climbing to his feet. He grabbed his mug of coffee, “Why did I decide to play games with you two?”

“Because you love us and there was no way you were going outside in this,” Joshua pointed towards the balcony doors. On cue, a streak of lightning flashed across the sky; there were a few beats of silence, before the crash of thunder followed, sending vibrations through the floor.

Carlos grimaced, “Yeah, no kidding.” Then, he left the duo to get himself a refill.

Joshua followed just a few seconds later with his own mug, and a sheepish look.

“We can find something else to do, if you want,” the writer offered, “Maybe a movie?”

“No, querido, I’m fine,” Carlos assured, “I’m just at a loss on how you keep winning.”

“Again, Vegas.”

Carlos rolled his eyes, pausing with his mug halfway to his lips as thunder boomed again. He winced.

“Not a fan of storms?”

“Nope.”

Joshua hummed and sipped his refill. After a moment, he looked at Carlos.

“You know what storms remind me of?”

He had Carlos’s attention, the brunet cocking a curious eyebrow.

“When we stopped dancing around each other and got our shit together,” Joshua admitted; Carlos blinked, realizing that Joshua was right—things had come to a head between them during a storm, not unlike this one.

“Huh,” Carlos mused. “How long has that been, now?”

“Three years.”

“… that’s it?”

“… don’t you dare tell me it feels longer.”

“Shorter, actually.”

“Huh,” Joshua blinked, surprised, then smiled fondly at the agent. “Feels just right, to me.”

Carlos chuckled and leaned over to catch Joshua’s mouth in a chaste kiss. Distantly, the rain continued to pound against the windows, faint rumbles of thunder vibrating the floor. Carlos pulled back to press his and Joshua’s foreheads together.

“You know what, querido? I think you’re right.”

#flufftober2023 #flufftober #day eight #original work #original characters #my characters

[pennylanefics]

Exhausted - Danny Wagner

a/n: after seeing the new photos of danny’s hair with the blonde highlights i got to thinking. and then the cardinals let me down so i was feeling sad and needed some comfort, so why not some soft danny content?? enjoy! :)

*not proofread*

It was a peaceful night in Danny’s home, where you had been relaxing for the past couple hours. Danny invited you over, despite being at the studio for basically the entire day. He wanted to come home to you, however, so he wanted you there.

And when he got back, you knew exactly why.

It was a particularly rough day for him. The Kiszka’s fought over every little thing, looking to him to break it up and be the deciding factor, as things usually go. Today, though, he was done with it.

He kept his opinion to himself the entire time, staying silent whenever they asked for his thoughts, knowing it would do nothing but send them into even more turmoil.

All he wanted to do was come home to you and ask you a super important question.

Finally, when the day ended, Dany was the first one to leave, not even saying goodbye to the others, who weren’t speaking much anymore.

He drove home, listening to his favorite playlist, one you made for him, that he absolutely loves so much. A smile makes its way on his face for the first time today, and now you were the only thing on his mind.

He loves you endlessly, and you make his life so much better. With one thought, you have consumed his mind and made him forget about everything that happened within the last few hours.

He arrives home and parks as quickly as he can, grabbing his bag from the backseat and storming inside. You were lounging on the couch, watching one of your favorite movies, but when you hear the door open, you sit up and pause the movie.

“Hey Danny,” you cheer, a smile on your face. But seeing his exhausted figure, your smile drops. He doesn’t say a word, his bag falling to the ground as he rounds the couch.

You sit up and Danny falls onto the couch, his head in your lap as he lays with you on the L-shaped couch. His hair splays across your thighs, the blonde highlights he recently got very visible, making you smile.

“Long day?” You question. Danny hums in response, closing his eyes. You play the movie again and lean back against the cushions, your hands tangling in his hair. His breathing evens out just a bit and you can tell he was going to fall asleep soon.

“Danny, you wanna head into your room?” You ask him. He sits up and strips his t-shirt, watching as it flutters to the ground. He awkwardly removes his uncomfortable jeans, leaving him in his briefs.

You can’t help but giggle at his actions, knowing he was entirely too tired to move. He pulls one of the covers that drapes over the back of the couch and throws it over your body, while he covers himself with the second one.

He lays back down, this time facing you. He gazes up at you through his eyelashes, sending you a small grin before his eyes fall closed.

“Wanna sleep here tonight. Play with my hair, please?” He pleads quietly. Your heart races and you can’t help but smile widely, loving how needy he gets when he’s sleepy.

“Okay, babe. I will. Try and get some sleep alright?” He nods against your thighs and lets out a deep sigh, snuggling deeper into the cover and nuzzling his head against your legs.

You continue messing with his hair, twirling it around your fingers, scratching his scalp with your nails here and there, and coming out the knots with your fingers.

“Move in with me,” he mumbles, half asleep, not even opening his eyes. Your eyes, however, widen in surprise.

“What?” His eyes flutter open and a small grin sits on his lips.

“Move in with me. I want to come home to you every day, I want to wake up to you in my arms, to kiss you the first thing in the morning while the sun bathes us in its light, making you appear so fucking beautiful, even more than you already are. I want you to live with me so that I never have to be away, I never have to come home to an empty house after a bad day in the studio, and I can just cuddle up in your arms instead of imagining it.”

Your face heats up at his words and he gazes up at you, his right hand playing with your own free hand.

“What do you say?” He adds. You chuckle, a few tears forming in your eyes at the thought of moving in with Danny.

“Of course I will, babe. I’d want nothing more than to wake up to you and have you come home to me,” you whisper, too overwhelmed with emotions to speak louder. He sits up and pulls you into a kiss, grabbing the back of your neck to hold you close.

“Good. Because I need you to be here for me when I’m so annoyed and stressed with the others fighting every single day,” he jokes, making you laugh. “But in all honesty, I’ve been wanting you to move in for the longest time.”

“I love you, Danny. I can’t wait.” He kisses you a few more times before he lays back down your lap, scooting just a bit closer towards you, his face close to your stomach.

Eventually, he falls right asleep, growing heavy against you, but you don’t care one bit.

When your movie ends, you let the end credits play, taking this time to admire Danny’s sleeping figure in your lap. His eyelashes lay against his plump cheeks, his nose scrunching up every now and then in his sleep.

He always looked so…angelic when he was asleep. Not that he didn’t look angelic while awake, something about him, with no worries evident in his features, at peace with the world and in your arms, it was entirely sweet to see.

#danny wagner #danny wagner imagines #danny wagner imagine #danny wagner x reader #danny wagner x y/n #greta van fleet #gvf #greta van fleet imagines #greta van fleet fanfic #gvf imagines #gvf fanfic #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #sam kiszka #imagines #fanfiction #fanfic

[smartycvnt]

go-fish

pairing: charlotte flair x reader

summary: you get an opportunity to spend some time with charlotte after the power goes out.

What had begun as a bit of light rainfall that morning was now an angry, raging storm. Loud booms of thunder had been the soundtrack to your evening for the past couple of hours. Charlotte had only recently come downstairs, but she hadn't stopped by to see you yet. You were in the living room, laying out on the couch with candles just in case the power went out. Your phone was plugged in and charging while you rewatched an old scary movie that Charlotte hated.

"Uh oh," Charlotte said from the kitchen. Just a couple seconds before, the entire house had been plunged into darkness as the power went out. You grabbed your phone and turned on its flashlight, already knowing Charlotte didn't have hers on her. If you knew her as well as you thought you did, it was upstairs sitting by the charger, but not actually plugged in. "Babe, can you come here for a moment?"

"On my way. I need to get the lighter out of the kitchen anyways," you said as you jogged over to meet her. Charlotte was standing by the counter with a glass of wine. You let her use the light to finish getting her glass before you grabbed the lighter and walked out to the living room together. "So, what do you think we should do while we wait?"

"I'd say nap, but I just woke up. We can't watch a movie or TV. You're still on injury leave. Do we even have anything to do other than sit here?" Charlotte asked after running through the options. You shot up from the couch excitedly, remembering that you'd recently purchased a ridiculous amount of board and card games after hanging out with Bayley.

"Um, we have so much to do. Come look at the closet, I rearranged it," you told her as you rushed over to where the new purchases were. Charlotte turned to face the closet. It was once empty, but now completely full of games to play. "What sounds fun?"

"Something simple. Maybe a game of cards," Charlotte suggested. You couldn't play poker or anything like that, but you weren't opposed to a game of Go-Fish. Charlotte shuffled the deck for you and the two of you set up a game on the coffee table. "I love this. We haven't done anything like this in forever."

"You're busy with work, and surely I haven't been much fun to be around lately," you admitted. Charlotte tilted her head as she studied you for a moment. "Come on, let's just play."

"Recovering is a long process," Charlotte said. You had heard it a million times before, but it never got easier to hear. Especially whenever you weren't sure there would be anything for you to come back to. "I'm proud of how far you've come so far Y/n."

"Yeah, we'll see how proud you are when I'm taking that title of yours." A little showboating was necessary to get the moment back away from talking about your injury. Charlotte just scoffed as she rolled her eyes and looked down at her cards. "Age before beauty."

"You're an ass," Charlotte muttered as she set down her first pair. "Queen."

"If I hand this over, I'm gonna need payment. This is a lot of effort and I'm really supposed to be resting," you told her. Charlotte muttered something under her breath about you being a hypocrite, but she leaned across the table to kiss you anyways. You handed Charlotte her card then and reshuffled your hand a bit. "Six."

"Go-Fish. Three." You swore a little as you handed Charlotte another one of your cards.

"Nine," you requested. This time, she handed you a nine. "Ha!"

"I'm still winning," Charlotte reminded you. The two of you continued playing until it was obvious that you weren't walking away with any sort of win. Luckily, Charlotte was content with just sitting on the couch with you cuddling while you flipped through one of your old Lady Thor comics, hoping to give her gear ideas.

#charlotte flair x reader #charlotte flair #charlotte flair imagine #charlotte flair imagines #wwe #wwe x reader #wwe imagine #wwe imagines

[themovieblogonline]

Eddie Murphy is Funny AF in You People

You People is the new Netflix romantic comedy starring Jonah Hill, Eddie Murphy, Laren London, and Nia Long. The movie is co-written by both Joah Hill and director Kenya Barris the creator of Black-ish. You People tells the story of a Jewish white man and a black Muslim woman who fall in love. the biggest draw in this movie is the social and cultural clashes with the in-laws that lead to some funny AF moments in the movie. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pCMHc-IFAB0 You People Netflix Review I really enjoy you people and I'm going I definitely recommend catching this when you have the time. Here's what I liked: THE GOOD I came into this movie for Eddie and Eddie Delivers. Sure, Jonah Hill's Ezra makes me laugh but I came here for Eddie. Eddie plays Akbar Mohammed the father of Lauren London's Amira Mohammed. I get a different style of comedy from Eddie than I expect but I still really like it. Akbar goes out of his way to make the engagement to his daughter difficult for Jonah Hill's Ezra.  Eddie is matched by his counterpart in Julia Louis Dreyfus who plays Ezra's mother Shelley Cohen. Shelley nails the typical tone-deaf mom perfectly and is hilarious in her performance. Thank you Netflix for providing this SNL reunion I didn't know I needed. Ezra Miller and Lauren London are the focus of the love story in You People and are surprisingly cute together. They're meeting is adorable with Ezra mistaking Amira's car for his Uber and giving her a scare. The montage of their dating life is adorable and I actually believe them as a couple while watching. The crap hits the fan when Ezra wants to marry Amira and decides to ask her parents' permission. Nia Long flexes her comedic range and is able to shine alongside Eddie and Jonah in Rosco's Chicken and Waffles. I really like the absurdity of the moment as it's a creative way to highlight Akbar's polar opposite personality. My favorite parts of You People are when Amira and Ezra's families interact. The humor in these moments can get dark, and sometimes cringe, but they often deliver some funny moments. David Duchovny delivers a super duper dry humor love-it-or-hate-it performance. I won't ruin it but he has a moment in the movie with Lauren London's Amira that had me chuckling. The littering of guest stars for family members makes for some fun moments and adds spontaneity to an already surprising movie. THE BAD Some of the situational humor feels forced or just feel unrealistic. Jonah Hill and Eddie Murphy are paired together in some of the funniest scenes in the movie but also some of the worst. There's a scene in which Akbar brings Ezra to play basketball in a black neighborhood.  It's a love-it-or-hate-it scene and I just don't like it. I also don't like the barbershop scene even though I understand the intent. There's also a random joke later about storming the capital that's also a miss. This movie suffers from a lot of missed opportunities. There are times when You People will build momentum and tease leaning into some potentially funny moments but shies away at the last second. These moments happen throughout the movie when You People feels like it's on the verge of greatness but holds back. Even the ending of the movie shies away from leaning into some of the subjects and wraps things up neatly seemingly from out of nowhere. OVERALL You People is a very enjoyable movie and is entertaining from beginning to end. I feel like I came into this movie for Eddie and but I left with a family. This movie does a great job of walking the line and bringing humor to sensitive topics. I can see this movie played for a lot of families of couples in similar circumstances and I will absolutely recommend this to any that I know. Read the full article

[devoidwrites]

TRULY, MADLY, DEEPLY • Choi Yeonjun

Summary: Choi Yeonjun was a naturally flirty person, or so you thought. As it turns out you were just to dense to realize he had been flirting with you for the past six months.

Words: 2.6K

Genre: straight fluff

Pairing: Choi Yeonjun x Reader

Warnings: none.

“Truly, madly, deeply, I am foolishly, completely falling.”

-

You always loved winter, especially when it snows. The way the white snow falls to the ground so gracefully makes you feel as if your living in a hallmark movie. The only downside was you couldn’t feel your hands or your nose, but it was the price you were willing to pay.

“You look like rudolph.”

You looked over at Yeonjun, rolling you eyes at the small grin on his lips. He loved to tease you. He was a flirt, but you enjoyed his presence.

“It’s cold!” You exclaimed, nudging him slightly. “And I forgot my scarf at home.”

The two of you were heading over to a friends house for a small get together. Soobin had just bought his first house, so of course he invited all of you over for a movie night and some drinks.

Yeonjun lived close by you. He offered to walk with you to your shared friends house to keep you company. You couldn’t refuse. Walking somewhere was always better when you had a friend to talk to.

“Do you want mine?” He asked, already moving the dark brown scarf from around his neck.

You shook you head. “No thanks. I’ll be fine. We’re not too far away anyway.”

“Come on, you could get sick.”

“And so could you.”

Yeonjun pursed his lips, but his eyes lit up as the two of you walked passed a clothing store. He told you to stay put for a second while he ran inside to grab something. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, but did as asked.

Placing your hands in your pockets, you let the small heating packs in each pocket heat your hands up as best as they could. You looked up at the snow, watching with a smile as it fell all around you.

Yeonjun returned a couple of minutes later, a light gray scarf in his hands. He walked up to you, placing it over your shoulders. He made sure to bundle it up around you to keep you warm.

Before you could say anything, he gave you a smile. “There. Now we’re both warm and safe from getting sick.”

“You didn’t have to do that.”

He pulled the scarf tighter around you, making sure your nose was covered so it would warm you up. “I know, but I didn’t want you to be cold.”

He leaned forward, pressing his lips to the only bit of skin you had showing. His lips were warm against your cheek, and you wished he hadn’t pulled away so quickly.

He was like this all the time. You didn’t question it. You just thought he was a natural flirty person, and besides, it’s not like you didn’t like it. Your heart fluttered every time he done something like that, and you couldn’t help but yearn for more.

Yeonjun’s pulled away when his phone began to ring. He pulled it out of his pocket and answered. “Hello?”

You couldn’t really hear the other person on the end, just this side of the conversation. “Yeah… We’ll be there soon… Dude we’re almost at your place… Not our fault you decided to move on the other side of town… See you in a minute.”

By the sounds of it, it was Soobin wondering where the two of you were. Yeonjun hung the phone us and turned back to you.

“Soobin. Everyone’s already there and waiting for us.”

“We bette get going before they drink everything.” You said jokingly. You grabbed Yeonjuns arm to pull him along down the sidewalk once more. You tried to ignore the way your heart picked up at the close proximity. Maybe movie nights would help distract you from these feeling for a bit.

It wouldn’t.

-

“Hurry up!”

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your throat as Yeonjun pulled you towards his house. It was the day after Soobin’s get together, and the two of you were heading home. Unfortunately, as soon as you rounded the corner to head toward home it started storming. There was no more beautiful snow like yesterday, only cloudy skies and rain.

He didn’t hesitate to take off towards his house, pulling you along with him. His place was closer, and he didn’t want you walking in the rain.

Once the two of you were inside, he helped you take off your coat before removing his own. He placed them both on the coat rack as you discarded your hat and scarf.

You crossed your arms, trying to warm yourself up, but it wasn’t helping that much. Your pants were wet and it was keeping you cold. Yeonjun took note of the way you were shivering.

“You want some clothes?”

You snapped your head in his direction. You had never borrowed a guys clothes before. Sure you had borrowed Beomgyus and Kais hoodies before, but that was it. It was just a hoodie. Borrowing a full set of clothes felt a little intimate to you, but Yeonjun didn’t seem to falter at the idea of sharing his clothes with you.

You shook the thoughts out of your head. You’d have to think about it when you got warm. “Sure, if you don’t mind.”

He shot you a smile before walking towards his room. You had been over to his place a couple of times, but never alone. It felt somewhat awkward being here without Yuqi or Taehyun.

He came back with a shirt and a pair of sweatpants in his hands. “They might be a little big, but they should work until your clothes get dry.”

“Thank you.” He nodded as you walked passed him and towards the bathroom. As soon as the door shut you quickly stripped yourself of your clothes. The heat touched your cold body, making you let out a comet sigh.

The sweatpants weren’t that big. You had to roll the band up to get them to stay in place on your hips. The shirt was bigger than you expected. It must’ve been one of his oversized shirts, because it slid past your hips and to mid thigh.

You looked at yourself in the mirror. You looked a mess. Damp hair and rosy red cheeks. You tried to comb through your hair with your fingers to try and make it somewhat presentable, but you gave up halfway through.

You walked back out of the bathroom to find Yeonjun sitting on the couch. He had already changed clothes and was flipping through channels on the tv. Upon hearing the door open he looked up, and he swore at the sight of you his heart almost stopped.

He thought you looked beautiful in anything you wore, but there was something about seeing you in his clothes that made his heart race.

Ha patted the seat beside him, and you happily sat down. "What were you gonna watch?"

"I don't know. You wanna watch a movie? It'll give your clothes enough time to dry."

You shrugged your shoulders. "Sure, why not."

He took the clothes out of your hands and replaced them with the remote. You flipped through the movies, deciding to pick a random movie that looked somewhat good. You didn't press play until Yeonjun was seated next to you again.

At first you had your full attention on the movie, but your mind began to wonder when the main character began to confess his love for his female friend.

Your eyes traveled to the boy next to you and you couldn't help but wonder if he ever felt the same way about you.

When the now couple began to kiss, you cleared your throat. "Thanks for not making me walk home in the rain."

"Why would I do that?" He asked, turning his attention to you instead of the movie. He looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, almost as if he was insulted you'd even think he'd do something like that.

"You'd be surprised at what some guys would do." You told him with a soft chuckle. "One of my exes and I had a fight, and he sent me home in the pouring rain."

Yeonjun's eyes darkened slightly, and he turned his eyes to his lap. "Some guys are assholes."

"But not you." You reached over to grab his hand, making him eye you once more.

"I'd never do that to you."

You leaned your head on his shoulder, your eyes traveling back to the tv to try and finish the movie. "I know you wouldn't."

Your eyes began to get heavy, and it wasn't until you started to feel the heat from him did you realize just how exhausted you were. Staying up all night and waking up early takes a toll on someone.

When the movie ended, Yeonjun glanced over at you, only to find you sound asleep on his shoulder. He smiled at your peaceful face.

"Y/N?" He whispered softly, gently nudging you to get your attention. "It's already late, do you just want to sleep over?"

You nodded as an answer. He wrapped one of his arms around your back and the other under your knees. He stood up with ease, carrying you to his bedroom. He mentally thanked himself for cleaning up earlier that week. He didn't need you to see his room in it's normal mess.

He placed you on the bed and pulled the blankets over you. When he turned to leave, you reached a hand out to grab his. "Stay."

"What?" He asked. He wanted to make sure he heard you correctly.

"I don't want to run you out of your bed. Besides, It's cold and you're warm."

He nervously glanced around the room. "Are you sure?"

You nodded once again. Opening one eye to look at him, you gave him a smile for reassurance. "Yep."

You scooted over and patted the spot next to you. Yeonjun let out a small breath before getting in bed beside you. He pulled the blankets back over the two of you.

As the two of you slowly fell asleep, neither of you could control the way your hearts raced at the close proximity.

-

The next morning, Yeonjun woke up first. The sunlight peeping through his blinds hit his eye, and he groaned at the contact. His annoyance quickly went away when he felt you stir from beside him. With a quick glance he found you were a lot closer than when he went to sleep last night. Instead of on the opposite side of the bed, you were snuggling into his chest.

His heart began to race, and he only hoped you couldn’t hear it beating inside his chest. Instead of waking you up, and probably embarrassing you, he slid out of the bed easily so he wouldn’t disturb you.

Yeonjun moved to the kitchen to prepare a quick breakfast for the two of you. He wasn't the best cook, but he knew the basics and could cook simple meals.

The smell of the food woke you up, and you were out of the bed and in the kitchen within minutes. Yeonjuns eyes met yours, and he couldn’t contain the smile upon seeing your morning face.

Your hair was tousled, and the clothes he gave you were somewhat twisted around, indicating you moved around in your sleep a good bit. In short terms; he though you looked absolutely adorable.

“Good morning.” He greeted you, settling the two plates on the small table in the small dining area. “I made breakfast.”

“Good Morning.” You returned the smile. "It smells good."

"I hope it tastes as good as it smells." Yeonjun said truthfully. He pulled your chair out before moving to his own seat across from you.

Looking down at the dish, you chuckled at the simplicity of it. It was nothing more than pancakes and eggs, but that was your favorite. Whether he realized that, you had no idea.

Luckily for Yeonjun, the breakfast did taste as good as it smelled. The apartment fell quiet as the two of you ate your breakfast in peace.

It wasn't long before you found yourself walking outside once more, this time one the way to your house. Yeonjun walked beside you. He offered to walk you home, even though you told him there was no need. He had done enough for you already, but he persisted.

The two of you walked along the sidewalk, coming up to a small park. A couple of children could be heard laughing as they ran around playing tag.

"Thanks again, for letting me stay over last night." You spoke up for the first time since leaving his apartment.

Yeonjun looked over at you, the beautiful smile still gracing his lips. "Of course. My door's always open for you."

He always knew what to say to make your heart flutter. You turned away to try and hide the blush on his cheeks. "Thanks, but why?"

He shrugged, confusing you. You half expected him to have a flirty comeback, but he continued to walk, keeping his hands in his pockets. "I care about you. Probably more than I should."

The last part was more of a whisper, but you still caught it. You stopped walking, grabbing his arm to keep him beside you.

"Huh?"

His eyes widened, almost as if he wasn't supposed to say that out loud. He sighed, knowing you had heard him. This was not how he pictured confessing to you, but it was now or never. "Y/n, I'm pretty sure I'm in love with you."

His hand reached out to caress the side of your face. You could only stare up at him in shock as he looked at you with such adoring eyes. "Truly, madly, and deeply in love with you."

His thumb brushed your cheek as he waited for you to say something- anything. His heart was already racing, but your silence was making it worse. "Y/n-"

"I'm just trying to process this." You told him quickly. You pointed at him. "You, love me?"

It was kind of hard to believe truly. A guy as sweet and flirty like Yeonjun was in love with you? He could have anyone he wanted.

"I absolutely do."

"Since when?"

He furrowed his eyebrows, somewhat amused at your rapid fire questions. "Couple months now."

You gasped, reaching over to smack him softly on the arm. "Why didn't you say anything?"

He had been in love with you for months and he didn’t say anything? So all of those times girls were flirting with him you were on his mind? The idea alone made your heart race.

He grabbed the arm you hit, laughing. "I didn't know if you felt the same way."

"I've let you endlessly flirt with me since we've met!" You exclaimed, looking at his with wide eyes. You were somewhat shocked he didn't already know.

"Well, why didn't you say anything?" He asked you, making you fall silent. You didn't want to admit it, because out loud it would sound stupid and you'd be embarrassed.

"Well..." You trailed off. He looked at you expectingly, making you sigh in defeat. "Okay fine. Girls are always flirting with you, and you always flirt back. How was I supposed to tell you that I loved you if you were flirting with other girls?"

"Say it again."

"What?"

You finally turned to face him as he cupped your face once more. "Say it again."

Your eyes met his, and you knew what he was talking about. He wanted you to confess to him again. He wanted to hear it once more.

"I love you, Yeonjun."

His lips met yours in an instant, your confession being the confirmation he needed to finally place his lips on yours. The kiss was short, but it was filled with everything the two of you wanted to say for months, but never could.

He pulled away when he realized the two of you were in a public place- a park no less. He trailed his hand from your and down your arm, straight to your hand. Your fingers laced with his as he spoke.

"I love you too, Y/n."

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Miles Morales | Selfish

*•.¸♡Request : Heyy I hope you're doing well, I'd like to request a Miles Morales x best friend reader(fem) where they've been best friends for years since preschool but lately the reader has been going through some things and it's too overwhelming for her and so she tries to go to Miles for advice and comfort but he's just to busy with his superhero work. They usually don't argue but one day they end up getting into a huge argument because Miles is confused as to why she said something negative about herself or towards him. How would they make up afterwards?

*•.¸♡Prompt : None

*•.¸♡𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : Swearing, angst-y, fluff

*•.¸♡Paring : Miles Morales x F!reader

*•.¸♡𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : Right when you need Miles, he always seem to be missing

*•.¸♡Words : 648

You thanked Rio as you sat down on Miles's bed, Rio said you could wait in his room until he got back. Miles told his Mom one of the many cover stories while he went web-swinging. Miles had told you a while ago about his role as Spider-Man, you even met Peter a couple of times. You were so proud Miles got to do something he loved, but you also barely saw him. The days you got to spend together were sparse, and even then he'd have to cut those hours short to go save the city. You walked around Mile's room, scanning over the piles of homework and books, the pictures of him and Ganke even Quinn showed up in a few. You stopped and picked up a picture of you and Miles in preschool, you were covered in painted macaroni and Miles was splattered in glitter and glue. You put the picture back down a light smile on your face. You sat back on the bed deciding to just sit and wait on Miles bed.

You lifted your head from the pillow hearing a light clang, followed by a curse. "Miles?" You asked softly not really opening your eyes.

"Y/N, what are you doing here? Its nearly midnight?" Miles asked, his voice laced with concern. Miles tore his mask off tossing it onto his desk.

"I uh, I needed to talk to you," You spoke softly, stifling a yawn.

"Can it wait until tomorrow?" Miles asked leaning against his desk.

"You always say that," You mumbled and Miles looked at you strangely.

"What does that mean?" Miles inquired moving to the side to strip his suit off.

"Nothing," You stated.

"It's obviously something," Miles said moving back to stand in front of you, still half tying his sweatpants up. "What's wrong Y/N/N?"

"I miss you, Miles, I'm pretty sure this is the longest conversation we've had in months," You pointed out, while Miles tugged a shirt over his head.

"Don't say that, we hung out the other day," Miles defended. "We went to that coffee shop, the one down on third."

"Two months ago," You stated. "Plus it got cut short because you had to go help Peter with some of Simone's men."

"Oh come on Y/N, you know how much this means to me," Miles argued raising his voice. "I don't have time for-"

"What? Me? Just another one of your pathetic friends," You snapped pushing past Miles to storm out of his room.

"Y/N!" Miles called following after you. You ignored his and Rio's calls, swinging their front door open and making your way down the stairs. "Y/N wait!" You threw the building's door open, stepping into the snowed street. "Y/N!" Miles grabbed your arm spinning you back to face him.

"Miles I-" You cut yourself off feeling your breath catch in your throat. "I cant Miles, I can't keep waiting. It hurts and I don't know what to do, were meant to be there for each other, but I never see you. I need someone to talk to but you always have something else to do."

Miles face softened not expecting you to say that. You always knew how to make him smile, the second you walked into a room the energy just lifted, he expected you to feel this way. "I'm sorry, I was selfish," Miles spoke. "I didn't realize I was being a dick, just come back inside we can have dinner and we can watch a movie, then tomorrow we can talk and relax. I'll tell Peter I cant swing with him."

Miles waited for you to respond but instead, you wrapped your arms around him, squeezing him tight. "Your so goddamn annoying," You said making the both of you laugh. "You gotta carry me Spider-Man." Miles rolled his eyes and picked you up, carrying you back up the stairs.

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i wish i could run to you - H.O. PART 1/2

(Part of my Red (Taylor's Version) fics)

Song - I Almost Do

Pairing - Hela Odinsdottir x Reader

Summary - Hela Odinsdottir is alive, she was captured by the Avengers and is being kept in a cell within the compound. Whilst there she meets Y/N, one of her captors, forming an extremely unlikely connection with her. What will happen when their budding relationship is forbidden, will the other Avengers believe that she can truly change?

Warnings - mentions of injury, tiny bit of angst

Word Count - 6039

D a y  O n e

Hela Odinsdottir was captured today; Thor was able to help you and your fellow Avengers to detain her before she acted on her plans to rule Asgard and right now she was in a cell at the compound until further action was to be taken. She was being held until a decision was made though they were at a dead end, leaning towards sending her to The Raft.

"Why am I even here? I didn't do anything." She spoke, arms crossed against her chest as she looked out at the group from her cell.

"You were conspiring to enslave the people of Asgard so you could rule over them." Thor's voice boomed through the room.

"Also you literally blew up a building." Tony interjected.

"Nobody died." She added with a huff.

"Not quite, but there were a few civilians injured." Thor returned. "You are a danger to Midgard and need to be treated as such. You will be kept here until further notice." He finished before turning and storming from the room.

You sat between Wanda and Natasha as you watched their conversation, the three of you following Tony and Steve out as they followed in Thor's footsteps. As you were leaving you turned towards her cell, eyes meeting across the room as you did so; her eyes looked into yours for a few seconds, seeming to soften slightly from the hard exterior they'd been showing before looking away again.

"Alright, everyone get some rest - it's been a long day." Steve announced as he walked.

You continued on to your room, opening the door to find Wanda and Natasha sitting on either side of your bed leaving a space for you in the middle - they'd somehow managed to find snacks and drinks in the time it took you to get there and had lay them on the bed ready.

"We're having a movie night." Natasha stated as you walked in, Wanda smiling up at you - who were you to deny your best friends of their wishes? You snuggled between them beneath the duvet as Wanda chose a movie to play. You didn't even last half of the movie before you fell asleep with your head resting on Natasha's shoulder, both of them drifting off not too long after.

D a y  T w o

"Morning Y/N/N." Wanda greeted as you walked into the kitchen the following morning, her and Natasha both sitting at the kitchen counter eating breakfast.

"Morning." You directed to the both of them, smiling as Natasha gave her usual grumbled response as she sipped her coffee. You grabbed some of the coffee Wanda prepares each morning as well as some of the fruit and pancakes she'd set out; it never fails to surprise you that she can get up and prepare breakfast for the group, she says she enjoys it though you could never understand how.

The three of you fell into casual conversation as you ate, time passing easily as you laughed together, though your mind often wandered back to a certain black haired woman and you didn't really know why.

"You two ready to train?" Natasha asked, clearing the bowls away.

"Yeah let's go." Wanda answered, getting up from where she sat, the both of them looking on to you expectantly as you always trained together.

"I'll meet you both down there in a few minutes." You smiled back to them, they took your answer with a nod before leaving the room.

Once you knew they were out of earshot you grabbed an empty plate, scooping some fruit - raspberries and strawberries - onto it along with a couple of the pancakes, also pocketing a packet of pop tarts from the cupboard. When you were done you made your way down the hallways, sneaking past the few guards on the way before you found yourself outside of Hela's cell.

"Um, hi." You uttered, suddenly nervous as you looked at her through the glass.

"Hello." She returned, clearly confused as to why you were talking to her, legs crossed as she sat on the uncomfortable looking bed.

"Hi. I'm, uh, Y/N. I just brought you some food - I know they don't feed you well when you're in here so..." You stuttered out, holding the plate up for her to see, making your way over the hatch to place it for her to take it.

"It's certainly no palace." She shrugged, standing and taking the few steps over to the plate though looked at it dubiously and leaving it where it was.

"I didn't poison it - or do you just not like strawberries?" You spoke, sure you saw a slight smirk tug at her lips.

"I'm not sure poisoning would effect me much. Perhaps I've been poisoned a few times but survived - who knows?" She smirked, that time the smirk was definitely there making you smile up at her, now taking the plate and popping a strawberry into her mouth.

"Oh wait, I brought you these too." You spoke, dropping the pop tarts through the hatch too.

"Oh, I love these. Definitely the best thing on Midgard." You giggled slightly at what seems to be a genetic love for the snack, though thought it best to not liken her to her half brother right now.

"Well I'm glad I could bring you better food." You smiled, eyes meeting with hers again, your closeness to her allowing you to see the shades of green of her irises.

"Why did you bring me this?"

"I don't think you should be treated badly just because you're in here." You shrugged, partly unsure as to why you'd gone out of your way to bring her food - it definitely wasn't allowed but you felt as though you should.

"Especially when I didn't technically do anything." She mumbled with a huff.

"Well, yeah. But keep that between us."

"Maybe I'll tell my brother on you."

"Nah, I don't think you will."

"And why's that?"

"Because I can keep bringing you the best thing on Midgard and I can even bring you something comfier than those clothes you've been given." You smiled, a faint smile crossed her lips as she hummed in thought.

"Fine. I won't tell - for now." She teased, eyes looking over your body, the action making your cheeks flush and you could tell she noticed from the smirk across her features.

"I have to go train but I will be back. And could you please hide the plate?" You pleaded, receiving a nod in return and then a small wave as you opened the door to leave.

You left Hela in a slight shock, confused at the absence of anger towards your presence as she ate the food you brought her; brows furrowing in thought as she thought of you. Why did you show her kindness? And why did she feel slightly disheartened as you left?

You both spent the majority of the day with thoughts of the other; Hela pacing in her cell and you training and then attending a couple of meetings, both of you feeling almost excited at the prospect of another conversation.

You didn't make it back to her until then evening when you weren't in anyone else's presence, finding a long sleeve t-shirt and some leggings from your wardrobe - ones not too dissimilar to the ones she'd been given only yours were softer. You also snuck some more pop tarts as well as a bottle of orange juice between the clothing items, creeping your way down to her as you'd done earlier in the day.

At the sound of the door opening, Hela's head snapped up from where she was lying mindlessly staring at the ceiling, a barely present warmth igniting in her at the sight of you with clothes in hand approaching her cell. "Hello Y/N." She spoke, you grew slightly flustered at her voice - the fact she remembered your name.

"Hello Hela." You siled back nervously, her general atmosphere being intimidating didn't bode too well with your gentle and warm-hearted nature, in fact you were almost polar opposites. "These clothes are similar enough to those ones that I don't think anyone'll notice." You added, dropping them for her to take along with the pop tarts and juice.

"Thank you." Hela returned, taking the items gratefully. "I prefer apple juice but I suppose this'll do." She muttered with a faux sigh, sensing your nervousness around her and feeling pleased when she watched your tense shoulders relax at her jest, giggling slightly which only made her feel that warmth again - why was she feeling this way?

"I'll bare that in mind, though the general consensus is orange juice so it would be hard to explain if apple juice started turning up. I can't just tell them it's for a prisoner." You laughed.

"I suppose not." She chuckled back. "Although it does give me another reason to dislike the Avengers - apple juice is much nicer. And I'm not sure I like the term prisoner."

"How about 'cell inhabitant'?"

"I could work with that." She spoke, starting to pull at the hem of her shirt, you quickly spun around with a flushed face, eyes focusing on the ground as she laughed at your flustered state. "Thank you again, these are much softer." She spoke again, the old clothes in the hatch for you to collect along with the empty plate from breakfast.

"It's okay." You smiled to her as you picked them up, her eyes looking into yours through the glass. Your phone buzzed in your pocket with a text from Nat - 'Where are you? Dinner's ready - Steve wants us to eat together. Shitty 'team bonding' yuck come save us :(' You grinned at her message, Hela mesmerised with the scrunch of your nose as you did so. "I'm sorry, I've gotta go - team dinner."

"Sounds fun." She teased.

"You may not feel it but right at this moment, you're the lucky one." You laughed as you walked away, "Goodnight, Hela." You waved as you reached the door.

"Goodnight Y/N." She answered, spending the rest of her night revelling in the delicate scent of your clothes, a clean and floral smell from them being freshly laundered. This warm feeling she was experiencing at the thought of you was confusing to her, how she wanted to know how it was to be truly near you without glass in the way, perhaps touch your clothes whilst they're on your body.

D a y  S e v e n

A few days later and Hela had been held in the cell for a week, a decision still to be made on where to send her, you ate your breakfast with the others in a world of your own. Hand resting in the palm of your hand as you thought of her, black hair and green eyes, smile that showed itself to only you; you'd grown closer to Hela in the past week, talking to her everyday, more and more each day as you got better and sneaking down to her.

You'd spent hours chatting through the glass, technology skills allowing you to tamper with the cameras so nobody knows what you've been doing. You know she likes apple juice and pop tarts and has never seen fireworks, she enjoys drawing and often used charcoal on scraps of paper when she had access to nothing else, her time on Midgard didn't allow her to watch much TV though she did find herself enjoying The Wizard of Oz when she flicked through TV one boring night. You know that she's been rather lonely though she didn't tell you that explicitly and you also know that she loves nature, something not often expected from the Goddess of Death; the feeling of grass beneath her bare feet and the soft tickling of leaves and petals as she runs her fingertips along them.

"Earth to Y/N." Tony spoke, the others looking on expectantly.

"Huh?"

"We asked if you're ready to come and train for that mission in a couple of days." Natasha laughed.

"Oh. Yeah, I need to get changed first."

"Okay, we can meet you down there." Steve smiled, everyone heading the opposite way to you as you went to your room to change out of your pyjamas. You changed quickly, grabbing what you'd put ready earlier on and sneaking your way to Hela.

"Good morning." You smiled greeting Hela who was stood near the glass already, awaiting your arrival.

"Morning." She smiled, not as genuine as usual. "What have you got there?" She gestured towards the items in your arms.

"I brought you some art supplies - a sketchbook, pencils and charcoal. Also some fruit, pop tarts and apple juice." You smiled, placing them for her to grab, her smile growing and tears welling in her eyes.

"You remembered?"

"Of course. Are you okay?" You asked, noting her unusually teary self. "And before you lie and say you're fine, please don't." You scolded softly at her small nod.

"I'm sick of being stuck in here, it's not fair. And these cuffs ridding me of my powers are painful, I just don't want to be trapped in here alone anymore." Her teary green eyes looked into yours through the glass, fingers rubbing away the tears before they fell, she knew she'd never let anyone see her this way but you were different, she felt normal around you - as though she could be herself.

"Come here." You spoke, putting your hand through the hatch of the cell. She approached slowly, staring down at your hand with furrowed brows, tentatively inching her hand towards yours.

"You're not scared touching my hand will kill you or something." She smirked, that smirk you've come to love over the past seven days.

"Nope, now hurry up I don't have all day." You laughed, entwining your fingers with hers, warmth tingling in both your arms, both of you feeling electricity course through your veins at the contact. "You, Hela, are not alone. You have me and I know it's not conventional but I'm going to be here for you as much as possible, no matter what happens. Okay?"

"Okay, Y/N." She grinned, butterflies in her stomach as she squeezed your hand, hardly believing this moment wasn't just a figment of her imagination. Never once had anybody been kind to her like you had, something so trivial as a gentle touch of the hand or a hug was a completely foreign concept to her. "Now go and train for that mission." She insisted, separating your hands reluctantly, you grinned as you left only thinking of how much you longed to hold her hand in yours once more.

Later that day once the night had settled in, you were able to sneak your way back down to her, taking a deep breath before you walked in to the room, about to do something potentially reckless. You stepped as confidently as you could to the door of her cell, not answering her when she asked what you were doing, nervous you'd second guess yourself if you did.

You unlocked the door and stepped in shutting it behind you, Hela taking steps away from you. "What are you doing? I don't want to hurt you by accident."

"You won't." You reassured, stepping towards her slowly, her raised hands lowering to her sides, taking a step closer to you. She let you wrap your arms around her waist, easing into the hug with her hands ghosting against your back. You relaxed in one another's embrace, the scent of her shampoo flooding your nostrils, the scent of your delicate perfume in hers.

You pulled back after a few moments, sweeping a few strands of her hair behind her ear as she looked into your eyes, no glass to separate you anymore. "Goodnight, Hela." You whispered, stepping on tip toes to press a brief peck on her cheek.

"Goodnight, darling." She breathed, dominant energy coming back with a smirk as she took in your flustered state at the nickname. Both of you waved as you left, locking the cell again and leaving the room, head full of the Goddess all night, her head full of you.

D a y  E i g h t

Today, most of the team had gone on a mission leaving only you, Sam and Bucky in the compound; they'd decided on a day of training so you chose to sneak down to see Hela. You worked your tech knowledge on the systems, making sure the cameras were on a loop, asking F.R.I.D.A.Y to alert you when the team returned.

"Good morning." You smiled, balancing the change of clothes and snacks on your arm as you unlocked the cell.

"Morning." She returned with a smile, taking some of the items from you as you closed the door again, setting a blanket down on the floor. "Aren't you going to get into trouble, fraternising with the enemy?" She smirked, slightly rolling her eyes.

"Nope, everyone's on a mission or busy so nobody'll know." You answered, sitting on the blanket and setting the snacks out in front of you.

"So, what are we doing today then?" She asked, you smacked your hand over your face to cover your eyes as she began to get changed and she only laughed at your flustered reaction.

"I thought we could watch a movie on my phone and just eat some snacks I dunno." You shrugged. "I just wanted to spend some time with you." You mumbled.

"Why is that?" She questioned, taking a seat beside you.

"I just like your company." You uttered, nervous under her gaze though you cold see the softness in her eyes and the upturn on her smile.

"I suppose I like yours too."

"How are you today anyway?" You spoke, trying to fight against the heat that had risen into your cheeks.

"I'm just restless in here and bored - when you're not here anyway. They're looking to send me to some kind of Supermax prison instead of the Raft but nothing certain yet." She shrugged with a sigh.

"Maybe they'll change their mind and let you out. You could pinky promise not to do anything."

"That sounds like the perfect plan." She chuckled shaking her head. "How about you? Excited for your mission tomorrow?"

"Nervous. I always get nervous for missions - it's a lot of pressure you know? Saving the world." You returned with mock arrogance.

"I'm sure it is. Let me choose a movie then." She laughed, grabbing your phone and scrolling through the Netflix menu and pressing play on Dirty Dancing. "It's a guilty pleasure." She shrugged sheepishly, making you giggle with a nod of your head.

"No judgement here." The two of you leaned against the bed with the phone propped up, munching on some of the snacks as you watched the movie. "Do you mind if I plait your hair?" You questioned nervously. "People always say it's soothing and it helps my nerves to have something to do with my hands." The both of you had the same dirty thought at your comment though she smiled and nodded nonetheless.

"Okay. I've never had anyone do my hair before." She shuffled forwards so you could slot behind her, legs in a criss-cross position. She tensed slightly as your fingers brushed through the long black strands, soft beneath your fingertips and the delicate scent of strawberry filling your nose, courtesy of the shampoo and conditioner you'd sneakily provided her; though as you gently collected the strands off her shoulders she relaxed into your touch.

The occasional scrape of your nails against her scalp as your combed your fingers through her hair, separating it into three, spread a warmth over her body; the occasional contact made between your fingertips and the soft skin of her neck set her body alight. She could barely focus on the movie at your touch, the comfort she felt and how she wished you'd never let go - it was new to her, this feeling and she never wanted it to end.

You tied the plait at the end with an elastic from your wrist, running your fingers along the soft hair woven together, admiring the long locks and trying to prolong the physical contact in any way you could. "All done." You smiled, watching as the soft grin plastered itself across Hela's lips as she stroked the new braid.

"Thank you, Y/N."

A while later you'd finished the movie and had fallen into general conversation, talking about nothing in particular but often making one another laugh and never growing bored of each other's company.

"What are your powers then? I'm guessing you have some if your on the team?"

"Rude." You gasped in faux offence, holding your hand over your chest. "You don't think my super high skill in all the weapons as well as hand-to-hand combat are enough to be one of Midgard's mightiest heroes?"

"Sorry, mighty hero. I'm sure you're the best on the team."

"That's more like it." You both laughed. "But I do have powers, you're right."

"Let me see, let me see." She pleaded, hands clasped together in front of her.

"Alright, alright, chill. Here." You brought your hands out in front of you, palms facing upwards and let small flames ignite from them. Hela's face was illuminated by the orange flames dancing on your skin, snaking around your wrists and up your arms. She watched in awe, mouth slightly agape as she watched trails of the fire slither over your skin before trailing down to your palms and being put out again as your squeezed your hands into fists.

"Wow." She smiled.

"I like to think that one day, you could show me your powers too."

"I'd like that."

"Oh, wait, I know something I could show you. I was practising this the other day." You exclaimed, lying on your back, the soft blanket beneath you. "Come here, lie down." She did so, albeit hesitantly, shuffling into a comfortable position.

"What is it?"

"I haven't done it yet, be patient." You laughed making her smile at the sound; she'd come to love your laugh, the way it sounds different depending on what you're laughing at, sometimes deep and loud, sometimes a quiet giggle, especially if you're nervous, and sometimes, when you've found something truly and deeply funny, it's downright boisterous.

"Fine, hurry up then." She huffed. A few moments later you shot some of your flames into the air, allowing them to explode into controlled fireworks; varying shades of yellows and oranges, the occasional blue spark. The colours filled the room before fizzling out, your fingers shooting more up above you; you turned your head and watched her face lit up, coloured light reflecting in her emerald eyes as she smiled at the view.

Her hand inched towards yours as you both gazed upwards, her little finger reaching out for yours. You entwined your pinky finger with hers wordlessly, your other hand still keeping control of the firework show above your bodies.

"That was amazing, I guess I can tick seeing fireworks off my bucket list now." Hela laughed, turning her head to face you, not separating your hands just yet. You turned to look back at her with a smile, feeling slightly breathless when you saw the few centimetres separating your faces.

"What else is on your list?"

"I hadn't gotten much further than fireworks and watching Dirty Dancing in a cell." She remarked, sarcasm lacing her tone, the sarcasm you'd found yourself loving and missing when it didn't bless your ears. "But there is one thing I've been thinking of adding." Her voice had deepened slightly, quietening to almost a whisper as her eyes carefully examined your face, flicking down to your lips before connecting with yours again.

"And what's that?"

"Kissing one of Midgard's mightiest heroes." Her free hand came up to cup the side of your face, thumb stroking over your cheek, it shocked her when there wasn't even the hint of a flinch at her hand. "Do you think you could help me out with that?"

"I'm sure I could get Iron Man sent down here if you wa-" You spoke, trying your hardest to hold back your laugh which only erupted when she gave your shoulder a playful shove. You inched forwards, so close you could feel her breath on your lips before closing the gap with a peck.

She pulled your face back to hers, lips slotting together with ease in a soft and delicate kiss, slow yet holding all the passion you could want as the built up feelings were finally released. Not too long after, the voice of F.R.I.D.A.Y sounded in the room, "Ms Y/L/N, the others have just landed and will be on their way up in a few minutes."

"Okay, thank you friday." You replied, out of breath from the kiss, cheeks slightly flushed. "I'm so sorry, I'm gonna have to leave."

"That's okay. Thank you for today, it's been the best I've had." She stood up with you, squeezing your hand.

"Me too."

"Good luck with your mission tomorrow, be safe."

"Thank you. Sleep well Hela." You pressed another lingering kiss upon her lips before rushing out of the room and down to the living area to make it look like you weren't doing something that was anything less than innocent. She felt embarrassed to fall into the cliché but Hela felt as though she was floating, utterly up on cloud nine, the lasting effects of your kiss dancing across her lips.

D a y  T w e l v e

Today was the fourth day of your mission; the mission started off okay before taking a slight turn resulting in you and the others having to take shelter in a safe house for the night. On the second day you were taken.

You'd been ambushed by a group of HYDRA agents at a base that was meant to be empty, you had separated from the group taking down multiple agents with ease before they'd surrounded you; equipping you with a power dampening collar, squeezing at your neck, knocking you unconscious with a blow to the head and dragging you to the back of a van.

It wasn't until the rest of the team had called into comms to meet back at the Quinjet that they realised you weren't there, it wasn't totally uncommon for earpieces to fall out and you were known to be rather clumsy. They waited in the jet for you, even went back to the building searching each and every corner but there was nothing, no sign of you.

They'd spent the last two days they'd been endlessly searching for you, sleep was a stranger as they gulped coffee by the gallon, nervous energy buzzing through them. They hit dead end after dead end until today - they'd found you.

When you were taken you woke up in a cold room, blinding fluorescent lights glaring into your eyes as they blinked against the harsh environment, you arms were stretched above you, chains tight around your wrists as they hung from the ceiling. They'd been prying you for information about the Avengers and what they knew about their operation, attempting to beat it out of you but you stayed loyal to your friends, biting your tongue and letting nothing spill but your blood.

Your body was tired, beaten and bruised; varying intensities of cuts and wounds littered your body, dried blood smeared across your skin. You didn't know how much longer you'd be able to hold on, hope dwindling and only flooding back at the sound of alarms blaring through the building.

From where your exhausted body was trapped you could hear shouts and scuffles, heavy footsteps echoing throughout the corridors and gun shots. Your eyes were blurred, only making out a rectangle of light across from you as the squeak of an opening door sounded, gentle yet hurried footsteps approaching; careful hands holding onto you whilst another pair produced red tendrils to loosen your restraints.

You gasped for the breath you'd been denied of when the metal collar was removed from your neck, bruising patterning the skin where it lay. Natasha and Wanda wrapped their arms around you from either side, helping you stand on your own two feet, any words they were speaking were muffled, drowned out by the tiredness seeping into you. Your consciousness wavered in and out on the way back to the compound, you just wanted to sleep but the stinging pain of wounds being seen to and dressed pulled your eyes open; the soft hands of your best friends provided a comfort you'd been severely lacking for the few days. Natasha and Wanda's soft words of reassurance, hued with both worry and relief filled your ears.

A few hours later you awoke again in the medical bay, an IV combatting your dehydration and bandages and gauze covering up any injuries; your body was sore and an ache ran through your bones. "Hey, you're awake." Wanda smiled from the chair pressed up against your bed as close as it could get, Natasha mirrored her position on your other side.

"How're you feeling?" Natasha questioned, eyes soft as she looked at you. You pulled your lips into the biggest smile you could with a light nod of your head.

"I'm okay." You lied, you were in pain and you felt on edge and you just wanted to cry but your best friends know you keep your feelings to yourself an unhealthy amount, they were disheartened at your answer but hoped you'd open up to them when you're ready. You'd never been more glad that Wanda keeps out of your mind without permission when thoughts of Hela flooded your mind, how much you wished to go to her right now. You wished to seek her arms for comfort but you couldn't run to her without raising questions, she is a cell inhabitant after all.

"We were so worried." She returned, lip trembling slightly as she smiled through her tears. The look on her face as well as the tears threatening to spill from Wanda's eyes caused the first salty drop to trail down your cheek. You cleared your throat and wiped it away promptly, sitting up more in the bed with a small wince.

"I'm fine, I'm okay, I'm here." Your voice barely above a whisper as the tears building threatened to betray you. They each held one of your hands, letting themselves revel in the fact you were alive, you were back with them and that was the most important thing right now.

The quiet was interrupted by Pietro speeding through the doors, a relieved smile plastering over his face when he saw you awake and sitting upright in bed, he was followed by Steve, Sam, Bucky and Tony who all had the same expressions - Thor was back on Asgard for another few days whilst a decision was being made on the Hela situation.

They placed themselves around the room where they could, asking how you were, were you in pain blah blah blah. Around thirty minutes later of random conversation you'd had enough, you just wanted to process the past few days alone and let the tears fall where no one would walk in on you. You took it upon yourself to yank the IV from your hand, letting it drop down the side of the bed.

"What are you doing?" Tony asked, the first to notice your actions as the others spoke around you.

"You need to rest Y/N." Steve instructed.

"Okay. I'll go and rest in my own room then." You answered, already feeling aggravated at his words - you just wanted to be alone or with Hela.

"You know that's not the same." He sighed, putting an arm out to stop you from placing your feet on the ground, your legs dangling over the edge of the bed, dressed in black leggings and your feet bare.

"Don't touch me Steve." You deadpanned, letting the cold of the floor reach the bottoms of your feet as they landed. Your limbs were stiff as your legs began to carry you past everyone, your leg giving way slightly causing you to stumble. His hand grabbed onto your arm as you righted yourself before shrugging him away and continuing to the door.

"If you need anything we'll be here." Natasha shouted over to you, you turned to look at them with a teary smile and a nod.

"I know. See you tomorrow."

Your feet pattered down the corridors, you didn't even bother going to your room - knowing the other's would give you your space and not head that way tonight; you let your tired body carry you to where it wanted to go. Minutes later you were stepping into Hela's cell, her eyes full of shock and worry as she hurried over to you, shutting the door behind you.

"Elskan." She muttered, voice soft and barely above as whisper as she approached you, pulling you close to her and looking intently over your face at the cuts and bruises. "Are you okay? What happened?"

You went to speak but all that sounded from you was choked sobs, tears streaming down your cheeks and bottom lip trembling as the lump in your throat tightened. Hela didn't push you for information, only pulling you into her in a warm embrace. Her hands comfortingly stroking your back and through your hair as your body shook with cries, all you could do for ten minutes was be held by her, her arms wrapped around you as all your fears and worries from the past few days overflowed.

"Was it your mission, sæt stelpa?" She asked once your sobs had settled to sniffles and you were wrapped in her arms lying on her bed, made warmer and more comfortable by blankets you'd sneakily brought down to her, she'd given back one of your hoodies to wear, noticing the goose bumps on your bare skin. You lay in her hold, her fingers stroking through your hair as your head lay in her chest, calmed by the rhythmic beating of her heart and sporadic kisses pressed to your head.

"Yeah." You nodded, voice hoarse from crying. "They took me, tortured me for days." You mumbled, her hold on you growing tighter at your words and anger boiled in her blood. You saw her fist clenching in annoyance, taking her hand in yours, pressing a kiss to the back. "It's okay, I'm okay, I'll be okay. You make me feel okay."

Hela couldn't help but smile at your words, anger levels lowering as your fingers entwined with hers, eyes growing heavy as sleep called to you. "You, Y/N, are my little mighty hero." She smiled, making you laugh lightly.

"Yeah?"

"Of course. Now, get to sleep darling." She murmured, closing her eyes too and holding you close, both of you enjoying each other's comforting company as your breaths evened out, drifting into slumber for the night.

D a y  T h i r t e e n

"What the fuck?" Tony's voice shouted, the others in the room staring at what he was looking at. Your body cuddled up to Hela's in the cell, fluffy blanket draped over your bodies as you stirred awake due to his interruption. The team had all gone down to her cell this morning to discuss her case, they were leaving you to sleep until a little later on - not expecting to find you snuggled up to the prisoner herself.

"Y/N?!" Wanda and Natasha exclaimed, standing up against the glass, knocking on it to wake you quicker, not wanting to go straight in just in case it was a trap. Your head shot up from where it lay on Hela's chest, her eyes darting over to your teammates too.

Your eyes widened at the sight of them, eyes looking on with a mixture of fear and concern, thinking you'd been taken in against your will. "Oh shit." You muttered with a sigh.

Read Part Two HERE

The language I used is Icelandic - based on research I did it is the closest to Old Norse in modern day elskan - darling sæt stelpa - sweet/cute girl

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[seita]

— miscommunication | m.

pairing: matsukawa/f!reader

wordcount: 4.860

genre: smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort

cw: camboy!mastukawa, established relationship.

tags: masturbation (m.), dirty talk, cam sex, daddy kink, pet names, praise kink, soft!mattsun, fingering, cock riding, big dicked mattsun, multiple orgasms, creampie, use of the word cunny.

note: repost from my other blog!

+ summary: your highschool sweetheart makes a lot of money as a camboy. however, when you start watching his streams, things he says instills insecurity within you.

The second you met Issei Matsukawa, you knew that you were going to fall completely, irrevocably in love with him. There was just something about him; he was sweet, kind, attentive, and strong – among other things.

Since you knew him in high school, word swirled around that when he was older he would be a dream man. They were right.

You have no idea how your little puppy dog crush managed to catch his attention, but you were happy about whatever you did.

When he graduated, he learned he could make money off of his body. He was tall, over 6 feet tall, and fit with a dominant personality and sweet voice that made you want to do anything he asked.

It started off with him simply selling nudes and short videos of him simply stroking his cock. You were both baffled by how much people paid for a 15 second clip of him jerking off – not even finishing.

He had sat you down one night and asked how you felt about everything. You would never tell him he couldn’t do something. Especially because it was his body. Besides, it’s not like it really bothered you.

It didn’t take him long to evolve, creating a camming account that quickly blew up due to his good looks and dominant charisma. The spare bedroom, which had previously been a simple study room, had been turned into a studio for him to film in.

He made good money, becoming one of the top creators on the platform. Things were going very well for a long time, you never really watched his streams either in real life or on the phone. His occupation wasn’t really something you ever thought too much about – he kept everything mostly to himself, never really talked to you about it or anything of the sort.

But one day, you got curious. As any normal girlfriend would.

You sat in your shared bed, the lights dimmed with your phone in your hands. As you tuned in to his stream, you were greeted with a familiar sight. The studio was exactly the same as always and your boyfriend was more than familiar – but it still felt so surreal. Like you were an outside looking in, despite the fact that he was just down the hall from you.

You had spent a little while procrastinating, debating on whether you really should watch it or not. Issei had never told you that you couldn’t watch. But he never really encouraged you to either. Truthfully, his career behind that door was sort of a mystery to you.

Due to your back and forth dilemma with yourself, the stream was already well in progress by the time you started watching.

His body was a familiar sight – but it was different seeing it from an outside perspective. Right now, you weren’t his girlfriend. You were a viewer.

His fingers, adorned in metal rings, were wrapped around his thick cock. It made your mouth go dry at the sight. His cock was so pretty, long and thick with a blushing red head that glistened under the ring lights from the dripping precum.

Your gaze fell to the comments, seeing people complimenting him – as could be expected. After all, these were people who were paying for the privilege of watching him stroke his cock.

‘Your cock is so big!’

‘I’d cry trying to take it but I’d still thank you.’

‘His hands look like my favorite necklace.’

A strange feeling settled in your chest as you read all these people’s thoughts on your boyfriend. They gushed about how perfect he was, how amazing his cock was, how much they’d die to be stuffed full by him.

He grinned and laughed, giving flirtatious comments in response to them.

“Yeah? You think you could take my cock?” he chuckles, breath shuddering as he squeezed his length, “I don’t think you could handle it.”

“Ah, I bet you’d be such a good little girl for me,” he whispers, eyes lidded, “You’d cry and take my cock like you’re supposed to, huh?”

As he says these dirty things, the tips continue to rise. The words are familiar as they fall from his lips because they’re things you’re used to hearing.

You’re not sure how to feel knowing he’s talking to these nobodies the same way he talks to you so you click out of the app before the feeling becomes too much. You place your phone down and sigh, feeling your heart ache in jealousy as you replay the recycled words you’d heard him say night after night to you.

You know it’s stupid to feel jealous; it’s his job. He talks that way so he can make money. But it still instills you with an unfamiliar feeling of insecurity. It almost felt like everything he said and did to you wasn’t as special as you thought it was – because he just turned around to say the exact same things to faceless nobodies who paid him.

Issei is the only man you’d ever dated. He was your first boyfriend, your first kiss, and he was the one to take your virginity. You’d never even held hands with anyone else.

But you know he had fucked around a lot before the two of you got together, when you were just a shy, pining little girl for him. Of course he had, there was no way a man like him wouldn’t have girls all over him, feral for the opportunity to sit down on his cock and make him fall in love with her. After all, he’d made a job out of it.

It was never something that made you insecure. Issei never did anything that made you question his feelings or loyalty to you. So jealousy and possessiveness wasn’t a feeling you were familiar with. And you weren’t quite fond of it, you were learning.

You wanted to storm into the studio and sit on his cock, make all of his viewers see that his cock was all yours and they only had the privilege of watching him — put them in their place.

You sat with the negative feelings for the entire night. He finished his stream and took a shower, helped you cook dinner, and you sat on the couch with him as you watched a couple movies together.

He didn’t notice anything different in your demeanor. You weren’t mad at him so you had no reason to be passive aggressive.

But when you crawled into bed that night and laid beside him, tucked against his body, you thought back to all those women who were probably touching themselves to the sight of your boyfriend’s perfect cock and pretty words.

You frowned and tossed your leg over his waist. He looked up from his phone in surprise, a brow raised before he smiled.

“Can I help you with something, babygirl?” he placed his free hand on your bare thigh, stroking the skin gently.

“I wanna ride you,” you demand softly, making him laugh.

“Since when are you so bold?” he teases, locking his phone before tossing it to the side. You pout and push the band of his sweats down to pull his cock free. He reaches out and grabs your wrist with his eyes narrowed, “I think you know better than that, pretty girl. Is that how you ask Daddy for his cock?”

You shrink a bit under his gaze and lower your head, “N-No Daddy…I’m sorry…”

He smiled, “It’s okay, baby. Why don’t you ask politely, hm?”

You swallow thickly and nod, “C-Can I ride your cock, Daddy?”

He licks his lips and relaxes against the pillows with a sigh, “Go ahead and get me hard then, pretty baby.”

It wasn’t a difficult task, just the fact you were so eager for him was enough to have him getting harder by the second. You eagerly spit on his length, using it so aide in the slick movements of your hand as you jerked him off.

“That’s a good girl, fuck,” he breathes, body trembling as he stroke him with practiced ease, “Lift up, sweet girl.”

You do as you’re told, sitting up on your knees, keeping your hand wrapped around his length. He bats your hand away and you pout, but he pays no mind as he instead decides to strip you. He pulls the thin nightshirt you were wearing, dropping it off the side of the bed before sitting up properly to eagerly wrap his lips around your pert nipple.

You whimper, tangling your fingers in his hair as he circles the bud with his tongue. He pulls away for a second, nipping your breast before breathing out, “Are you wet, babygirl?”

You nod, “Yes, please Daddy…I want your cock.”

He clicks his tongue, “You know better than that. Let me see your pretty cunt, hm?”

Your pout deepens but you do as you’re asked and sit between his thighs, pulling your panties off before handing them to him. He hums, thumbing the material to see how wet it is before tossing them away. He looks expectantly at you and you immediately let your legs fall apart.

“Let Daddy see,” he whispers, wrapping his hand around his cock as you reach between your legs to spread your folds apart.

A couple years ago, you would have never been able to do something so lewd. You always felt so embarrassed when he wanted to look at your pussy but you eventually learned how turned on it made him. You still felt shy but you enjoyed the way his cock throbbed when you let him look.

“Prettiest fuckin’ pussy,” he whispers, grabbing your arms to tug you back into his lap properly, “Fuck, you are wet.”

Your cunt is pressed against the underside of his cock. It’s hot and throbbing against your clit, an addictive feeling that makes you grind against him. He groans, head falling back as you move along, coating him in your juices.

“Can I have your cock now Daddy, please?” you whine but he shakes his head, making you whine.

He pulls you against his chest and slips his hand between your legs, leaning up to press his lips against yours. His fingers circle your clit before prodding your little hole, slipping two inside easily. It stings but it’s a feeling you’ve learned to accept eagerly.

“Let Daddy stretch you out,” he whispers against your lips. You start grinding against his fingers, fucking yourself on the pretty digits as he curses, “Fuck, ride my fingers, pretty girl. Just like that.”

“Daddy…” you sob, head dropping against his shoulder as he curls his fingers, tapping your sweet spot. The stimulation makes you gush and you sob, clenching around him before you reach down to find your clit, “Y-You’re gonna make me cum…”

“I sure am, sweet girl,” he coos, choosing that moment to mercilessly fuck his fingers into your poor little cunt, abusing that tender little spot inside that has you creaming and dripping down his wrist.

A mantra of ‘daddy’ falls from your lips as you cum hard, trembling and sobbing against him as he fucks you through the high. He slows but doesn’t stop until you’re begging him to.

His hand is soaked in your cum and he can’t resist popping his two fingers in his mouth to taste. You suddenly remember the first time he ever did that, the way you squealed indignantly and hid your face in the pillow out of shame. He’d laughed and spent 20 minutes explaining how much he loved it and how he wanted to eat you out so bad now that he got a little taste of your sweet cum.

Before you could fully come down from your high, you reach beneath you and take his cock in your hand. He opens his mouth to speak, probably to stop you or scold you, but before he can, you’re sinking down onto his length. It burns as usual but the fiery pit of jealousy still burns bright and you want him to think of you too. You know it’s silly because there’s no way he’s thinking of faceless girls who comment on his streams but you still feel like you need to lay claim to him.

He’s your boyfriend.

“Jesus, baby,” he moans, his eyes rolling back in his head as you immediately begin bouncing on his cock, “What has you so riled up?”

“You’re mine, right, Daddy?” you pant.

He grips your waist, aiding in your movements as you fuck him like a toy, “Fuck yeah baby. Daddy is all yours. My cock’s all yours.”

You grin at his admission, feeling satisfied. That was all you needed to hear.

He looks at you, having no idea what this behavior was all about. But he had no complaints in the end.

Despite the negative feeling watching his stream had caused you, you continued to watch them. The outcome is always the same; you wind up ending the night staking your claim and making him remind you that he is yours. And he remained more or less ignorant to your behavior.

The night things take a turn is when you tune in to find him in his usual position, fucking his cock into his fist. He’s panting, more of a growl than anything, and muttering things you’d never quite heard before.

“Fuck, this feels so good,” he grunts, teeth gritted as he watched the comments, “I don’t give a shit about a good girl. I want a bratty little girl I can let some steam off on, put her back in her place.”

He grins as the comments fly by, viewers pleading to be that girl for him. Telling him they’d be perfect for him, the best sub he could ever dream of.

“I don’t think you could handle it,” he threatens with a narrowed gaze, “You’d let me slap you around? Let me treat you like filthy little whore? How pathetic.”

You gasp at the harsh, degrading words. Issei had never spoken like that before, it was strange to hear it. You find yourself being thankful you weren’t on the receiving end of that language because you were sure you’d probably end up crying.

“Yeah,” he chuckles again, “I’m sure you’d be such a pretty little brat for me.”

You sit back, his words fluttering around inside your head.

What did he mean he had steam to blow off? Why would he be unsatisfied? Is it because you were too…easy? You never fought him, he always whispered praise and sweet words to you. He’d never called you a name like that before. Is that what he wanted? To call you a dirty slut instead of his sweet girl?

Insecurity festered within you. In fact, you barely even noticed the fact you’d started pulling away. You didn’t consciously realize you were questioning yourself – doubting his attraction to you.

He was at a loss, baffled by your seemingly sudden rejection of him. It was almost as if you kept shying away from him when he tried to touch you – you had never denied him like that. You avoided his gaze in bed, choosing to cling to the bed sheets instead of burying yourself in his chest like you usually do.

Things progressively began to feel more awkward for him. He wasn’t sure if you felt it too, but he started feeling more apprehensive about touching you because he thought you didn’t want him to.

When he stopped trying anything with you, you started to feel even worse. Every insecurity you felt festered more and more until you felt like you were holding back tears just by looking at him. You were convinced, especially now that he crawled into bed with his back to you instead of peppering your face with kisses and slipping his hand down your panties so he could make you cum before bed, that you were no longer what he wanted.

Another night, you were sat curled up in bed. Issei hadn’t even told you he was going to start streaming – the only clue you had was the solid click of the studio door.

So you sat there, curled up in bed, leaning against the headboard with your phone in your hand as you watched him grin at the camera. He read the comments, slowly palming himself over his sweats – one of your favorite pairs that you’d seen him wear.

“I seem tense?” he mused, reading a comment, “I guess so. My cock’s been hard for days,” he tosses his head back and laughs but you can tell it’s not as genuine as it could be.

Guilt eats at you, knowing that you were the reason he was so tense – he wasn’t coming to you to get off anymore.

“Hmm,” he sighed, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. You track the way his tongue slips over his bottom lip and his cock twitches visibly beneath the fabric of his pants, making him grunt, “No, I don’t have anyone to take care of my cock,” his words make you shrink in on yourself, tears pricking at your eyes, “Oh, you wanna take care of it, huh? Come here then.”

Something about his words has you jumping to your feet.

The only time you’d ever stepped foot in his studio beyond to clean it every once in a while. Otherwise, it was completely his space that he took care of. So to stand in front of the door, located at the very end of the hall, was strange. Especially since you could hear his muffled voice from within.

Taking a deep breath, you twist the knob and push the door open. Issei jumps from where he’s on the bed, leans forward and hits a button on the keyboard to mute himself before looking at you in confusion.

“What’re you doin’ in here?” his tone was almost curt and for a moment you second guess yourself. He watches you shift awkwardly on your feet and his gaze immediately softens, “Baby, what is it?”

The pet name makes you look up, tears stinging your eyes at the tender look in his eyes. His gaze flashes to the computer for a second before moving back to you.

“I just…” you pause, tugging awkwardly at your oversized t-shirt before blinking your tears away, “Am I…still what you want?”

He blinks, confused for a second before cocking his head. You can see the wheels turning in his head and you can tell the exact moment he realizes what you mean. Clicking his tongue, he holds his hand out, “Is that why you’ve been actin’ like this? Because you thought I didn’t like you anymore?”

You look in confusion at his outstretched hand and take a step forward, “I-I thought…maybe you felt I was too easy a-and you wanted someone brattier.”

He laughs, a genuine one, and you can see his eyes light up when you finally place your hand in his. In the blink of an eye, he’s tugged you into his lap, making you squeal before he’s silencing you with a kiss.

“I think I would go insane with a brat,” he chuckles, “Besides, I love you exactly how you are, my sweet girl, hm?”

You shift where you sit, feeling his cock is still hard beneath you and you bite your lip, “I really missed you.”

“God, I thought you’d never say that,” he whispers, brushing his lips against yours, “Let me just turn the stream off and I’ll make everything up to you, hm?”

You stop him before he can, however, shaking your head, “I…”

He notices the bashful look in your eyes and groans, “Is that how it is, baby? You want everyone to see who owns my cock?”

You eagerly nod and he hisses as you grind your hips against his cock. He leans around you and taps the button again, unmuting himself.

Neither of you waits even a second longer. He holds your hips up, letting you pull his cock free from the confines of his pants as he yanks your shirt over your head, laughing at the way it messes up your hair.

“Fuck, I love you so much,” he coos, cupping your breasts, “Prettiest fuckin’ tits, huh, baby?”

You whimper, wrapping your fist around his cock, giving him a few squeezes to make him shudder. You can feel his precum drooling from the head, leaking down to meet your fist so you can stroke it into his skin.

“You’re so hard, Daddy,” you breathe, making him groan as he nods his head, “‘M sorry…”

“Don’t worry at all, pretty baby,” he huffs, thumbing at your nipples as he looks down to watch how you stroke him.

“Can I have your cock, Daddy?” you ask, resting your forehead against his shoulder.

He nods, unable to formulate words. It feels like it had been months since he had last properly felt your slick little cunt around his fat cock. His eyes are lidded, biting his lip as he watches you sit up to slip your panties aside. Neither of you think twice about even looking at the chat to read comments.

Right now, this is about the two of you – about showing everyone that Issei does have someone there to take care of his cock every night. Someone who he adores. And anyone with eyes can see how enamored he is with you.

As you position yourself above his cock, he narrows his eyes at you and with a firm grip to your waist, tosses you onto the bed beside him.

“Daddy!” you squeal, bouncing on the mattress, “Why–”

“You know better than that, babygirl,” he huffs, manhandling you with ease into the position he wants, “Silly of you to think I’d let you take me without prep, hm?”

You purse your lips in a pout but don’t offer a rebuttal, making him laugh as he knows he won. He spreads your legs and knees between them, making a show of stripping himself. As you look to the side, you can see that the two of you are in perfect view of the camera.

You had thought you were going to feel self-conscious with so many people watching you but instead, you feel confident.

Once the both of you are completely bare, he shifts down the bed before laying on his stomach between your spread legs. His large hands cup the underside of your thighs and push them upwards, reveling your glistening little cunt to his view.

“Fuck,” he huffs, using his thumbs to spread your folds apart, “I missed this perfect little cunny, you have no idea. So fuckin’ pretty for me.”

“Please, Daddy,” you whine, tangling your fingers in his curls. The gaze he gives you let you know exactly what he wants and you flush as you whisper, “Please eat my cunt.”

“That’s my good girl,” he sighs, leaning forward to run his tongue between your folds – collecting your slick on his tongue with a groan before swallowing, “So fuckin’ sweet.”

Once he gets that first taste, he wastes no time on going in. His tongue prods at your entrance, making you sigh at the little stretch that it gives before he leans up and finds your clit. His tongue is hot and wet against the sensitive bud, making your whole body twitch at the sensation. When his thumb finds your clit, he pulls the hood back and before you can even blink, his tongue is attacking the sensitive little bud beneath.

You squeal and instinctively kick out, squirming at the overwhelming sensation. He laughs, wrapping his lips around your clit and you sob at the feeling.

“D-Daddy, please!” you whine, “I-It’s too much!”

He hums and finally pulls back, returning his tongue to your little hole. His hand abandons its hold around your thigh in favor of finding your entrance. You hold your breath, looking down to watch as he sinks two fingers in – biting his lip as he keeps his own gaze on the way your little cunt swallows them down.

You spasm where you lay, the feeling of him just barely missing your g-spot nearly painful. You know he’s not doing this to make you feel good but you still can’t help but whine.

“What is it, baby?” he whispers, giving your hard little clit a sweet kiss before his eyes flick up to find yours. “You want Daddy to make you cum before you take my cock?”

You desperately nod, “Yes, please Daddy?”

“Fuck, anything for you, my sweet girl,” he doesn’t waste a second in wrapping his lips around your clit, crooking his fingers expertly to find your sweet spot,

The way Issei can drive you to the edge, to orgasm, is almost terrifying. It takes very little for you to feel your body tensing up. The lewd, slick sounds of his fingers stuffing your cunt along with the way you can see his tongue working over the cute little bud of your clit has you flying over.

Your back arches in the most beautiful way that he loves as you cum with a soft whine of ‘daddy’.

When you finally start pushing him away, he comes up panting. Catching any of your stray slick off of his chin before licking the pad of his thumb clean.

“Pl-Please, Daddy,” you whine, reaching out to wrap your hand around his cock, “C-Can you put it in now?”

“Fuck,” he groans, letting you direct his cockhead to your entrance, which was still spasming in the aftershocks of your orgasm, “Yeah, pretty baby, ‘s all yours.”

“All mine?” you giggle, gasping as he begins to press into your tender cunt.

“My cock’s all yours, fuck,” he groans, making sure the viewers can catch what he says.

It makes you flush and throw your arms around his neck, pulling him flush against you. The change in closeness makes his cock sink even deeper inside you and you moan in his ear as he quickly bottoms out.

Usually, he takes his time and lets you adjust. But this time, both of you are so needy for each other that you can’t resist grinding your hips up to rock yourself against his cock. He hisses, taking the hint quickly and easily.

He pulls his hips back only to swiftly roll them forward again, sheathing his cock back into your spasming little cunt. His eyes are locked on his cock and the way your pussy swallows him over and over again – he can’t sink all the way in but you take most of him and he loves the sight of it.

Your precious little cunt creams so beautifully around him, coating him in translucent, milky white every time he pulls out. You’re moaning and whimpering for him so beautifully that it makes his hips falter every once in a while.

“Daddy!” you squeal, finally releasing your hold around his neck, “Please, make me cum again!”

“Yeah, baby? You need Daddy to make this pretty pussy cum?” he huffs, moaning when you nod and eagerly spread yourself open for him by hooking your arms around your knees and pulling them back.

He rests his hand on your pelvic bone, stretching his thumb down to circle at your twitching, excited little clit as he continues to stuff your cunt nice and full. You claw and cling to the sheets desperately and he can’t help but cup your bouncing breasts with his free hand.

“C’mon, pretty baby, cum for me,” he huffs, licking his lips as you gush around his cock, “Lemme feel this pretty cunny cum.”

You sob for him, back arching as you cling to his arm as he continues to grope and tease your tit. He feels your pussy clench desperately around him as you finally cum.

“That’s a good girl!” he praises, “That’s it, just like that. Keep cummin’ for me, I’m almost there.”

“Please, Daddy, gimme your cum!” you cry, your nails biting into his skin but neither of you notice as he reaches his high as well.

His balls throb and he groans, his body slumping over yours as he gives a few more, lazy thrusts of his hips as he spilled his cum into your vulnerable cunt.

The both of you finally fall still, panting and sharing soft kisses as he smiles and whispers promises of love. The sound of donation chimes on his computer finally draws you out of it and he sits up, pulling out of you.

He bites his lip, his cock twitching at the sight of your cunt drooling a mixture of yours and his cum before he moves to the end of the bed.

He doesn’t even spare a glance at the comments or donation total before turning the stream off. When it’s officially just the two of you, he crawls closer to you and pulls you into his arms with a side, giving the top of your head a kiss.

You know that you’re going to have to talk more about everything, but you both know that can wait at least until morning.

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[notanotherreidgirl]

dom or sub spence going on a rant about how good you feel while hes fucking you

Sorry this took so long! I wanted to challenge myself with dom!spencer. I hope there was enough ranting

wc: 982

Warnings: language, blowjob, kissing, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dom!spencer

Spencer had his head in his hands, conjuring up tedious mathematical and scientific concepts to try and drown you out. Planck’s constant = 6.626 x 10-34 Js. The Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle. The law of conservation of energy. But he couldn’t stem the melody of your voice from reaching his ears. He could hear you no matter what he did, a never ending loop playing in his mind. Your habit for whispering aloud when you read, you humming along to the radio, you addressing reporters, you asking questions during movies. And right now, you regaling a group of detectives from the local precinct with stories of your previous exploits.

He let out a shaky breath, catching Luke’s attention. He was packing away their papers with military efficiency, sorting important files and preparing things for their early morning departure tomorrow. He was supposed to be helping and he felt a twinge of guilt as Luke shut the last folder brimming with paperwork. “Hey, you ok?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. It's just -” Spencer stopped himself just as one of the detectives placed his hand on your thigh. It was like a dam burst. He was out of his seat in seconds, seeing red as he strode across the precinct and grabbed your arm. You were still talking. You were always talking. “Hey, Spence! Wait, what are you -”

All he could think was that he had enough. He dipped his head down to your ear. “You better shut that pretty mouth before I put it to work”

The effect of his words was instantaneous, your mouth snapped shut and heat pooled between your thighs. You let him guide you into one of the SUVs and slam the door shut before getting in the driver’s seat. The waves of anger radiating off of him were palpable and you felt a rush of annoyance flare up. “What the hell, Reid! You can’t just drag me around like that! Are you crazy? You don't get to manhandle me!”

“Do you ever shut up?” He parked in the motel lot and turned to face you. “You talk nonstop, Y/N! I can’t hear myself think around you. All I hear is you”

Maybe it was your earlier anger, maybe it was the pure need hammering away at your chest but instead of storming out of the car, you leaned in closer. “And what are you gonna do about it?”

He was on you in an instant, kissing you harshly. It was teeth and tongue and desperation and despite its animalistic nature, you felt your heart swell. When was the last time someone wanted you this badly?

He pulled away when the breath ran out of his lungs and you let out a soft whimper. He still had your face firmly cupped between his hands. “Are you afraid?”

You were quick to say no but he brought his hand to your neck, nimble fingers settling over your erratic pulse. Spencer raised his eyebrows, clearly pleased with the power he had over you. But you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. “That’s not fear”

His eyes darkened with lust and he was out of the SUV in an instant, once again gripping your arm tightly. You tumbled into his room, already working on his belt as he haphazardly unbuttoned your shirt. He pushed you onto your knees by the shoulders. “You’ve got a big mouth? Use it.”

You swallowed hard at the sight of his cock, flushed and leaking precum, before licking a languid stripe up the underside and fully sinking your mouth down on it. A groan bubbled up from his throat and he fisted a hand in your hair. “Just like that, princess. You look so pretty with my cock down your throat. If I knew this is what it’d take to shut you up I’d have done it sooner.”

You flicked your eyes up to his as you swallowed around his length, moaning deeply at the tell-tale signs of his impending release. But he wasn’t done with you yet. He pulled you up by the hair and walked you back to the bed, snaking a hand up your skirt to feel your soaked core. “What do you want, princess?”

“I-I want -” you faltered, too overwhelmed to choke out a full sentence.

“I haven’t even fucked you yet and you’re already a complete mess.” He thumbed at your clit, teasing your entrance with a finger. “Come on, baby. Use your words. Tell me what you want”

“You! I want you, please.” That was all the permission he needed to slam into you, setting a relentless pace from the outset. “Fuck, you feel so perfect. So fucking tight. This pussy’s all you’re good for. Just a tight little cocksleeve for me to use. You were made for me, baby. Made for taking my cock.”

His words sent a jolt up your spine and you clenched around him. You hadn’t expected him to be so vocal and certainly not so crass. He continued as if he could sense the effect he had on you. “You like that? You like hearing what you do to me? Do you have any idea how many times I’ve thought about this? God, you’re even better than I imagined. You feel like heaven, baby.”

You gasped as he shifted, changing his angle so he hit you even deeper and bringing his lips to your ear. “You belong to me, princess. This pussy belongs to me, you understand? You’re mine.”

It was too much - he was reaching places you didn’t even know existed and his thumb rubbing tight circles over your clit coupled with his voice had you shaking as your release washed over you. He followed right after, giving a few more thrusts before flooding you with warmth.

After a moment spent catching your breath, you propped yourself up on your elbows. “Who’s the loud one now?”

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[maliby]

Dare | Johnny Suh (+18)

↬ Pairing: Johnny x F. Reader

↬ Story Genre: smut, fluff

↬ Warnings: mature language, explicit sex scene

↬ Word count: 5.6K

↬ Summary:  You and your friend Johnny have this ongoing string of wild dares. There’s just one thing: you’re never allowed to say no.

“Good morning class, today we’re going to start learning all about the matrix!” Your Algebra professor happily announced, completely unaware of the horror that swept over his students.

“Wait, is he talking about the movies?” Your friend Taeyong leaned in as soon as Professor Weaver turned his back to write on the board. The rest of the class groaned, having heard tales of horror from their seniors about the subject.

“No, you dufus! Remember last year when Taeil was having a mental breakdown?”

“Oh,” realization dawned over his beautiful face, his big eyes widening even more.

You had had a crush on Taeyong from the first moment you had seen him (just like everybody in your year), but that soon went away as you got to know him and found that you connected better as friends.

“Yup. Matrices…” You sighed in terror while you rested your chin on the palm of your hand. “Maybe Taeil has some notes he can give us-” At that moment, the phone in the back pocket of your jeans buzzed, breaking you out of your conversation. You fished the device from your pocket and looked at the shiny notification bar - it was a message from your roommate, Johnny Suh. 

You looked to your left where said roommate was, sat just a few tables from you, and felt a feeling of dread creep up on you at the sight of his stupid grin. You didn’t have to read the message, you already knew what he wanted.

“Is it Johnny?” Taeyong asked as his eyes followed yours straight to the roommate you both had in common.

“Yes…” you mumbled through gritted teeth, quickly placing your finger on your phone’s Touch ID to unlock it and read the message.

Heeere’s Johnny 🔪 (10:35 AM): dare u to scream “fuck” as loud as you can

“Motherfucker…” you muttered with your eyes closed.

“What did he dare you to do this time?” You turned your phone to him as you noticed him trying to take a peek at it. “Oh no…”

It all started this one night at a frat house party. Back then, you were still crushing over Taeyong and, in a game of truth or dare, Johnny dared you to pick your nose and eat your own booger. Of course, any sane person would have said ‘no’ but, the tequila shots you had downed half an hour earlier made you anything but that. After that, not only did you not look at Taeyong for 2 weeks straight, but also dared Johnny to pick his crush’s nose. You thought he would never agree to it, but as soon as you saw the deed being performed right in the middle of the cafeteria, you knew you had just entered a game with no end.

“Y/N, you can’t do this! You’ll be in trouble!” Taeyong tried to reason with you, already knowing his words would fall on deaf ears.

“More trouble than I was in when I had to write a love poem to Professor Stevens on one of the questions of the Calculus exam?” You flinched as you remembered the talk down you got when Professor Stevens thought you were trying to have sex with him to get a better grade.

“Yeah...that was bad. But still-”

The buzzing of your phone interrupted Taeyong. You looked down at it and read Johnny’s second message out loud to your friend.

Heeere’s Johnny 🔪 (10:38 AM): are u scared? 🐔

You looked back at the sender of the message and felt annoyance grow as you saw him flap his arms around like a chicken and laugh straight in your face.

5 seconds. That was how long it took for you to completely lose your cool, flip Johnny off and yell from the back of the class: “Fuck!” 

You were expecting a couple of things to happen, but nothing could prepare you for the general reaction you got: laughter. Everyone was laughing, from your classmates to your professor. Everyone except Johnny, that is.

“Don’t worry Miss Y/L/N,” Mr Weaver said from the front of the class, breaking your stare down with Johnny. “Matrices aren’t as scary as they seem,” Mr Weaver fondly smiled at you before turning back to the board to write something down, leaving you completely perplexed.

You looked back at Johnny who had his face in a frown and stuck your tongue out to him - it felt good to see his evil plans backfire.

“That was lucky,” Taeyong commented with a little chuckle.

“Tell me about it, feels like the Universe has finally compensated me for all the stupid shit Johnny has made me do.”

“You’ve made Johnny do some pretty stupid shit too.”

“Shhh,” you turned to your friend with your finger in front of your lips, making the universal gesture for silence. “Let’s not talk about that,” you patted him in the back and picked up your pen to start taking notes.

“I’m back!” You announced as put your keys on the glass bowl right by the entrance of your shared apartment. 

“Taeyong, they were all out of your favourite yoghurt.” You heard noise coming from the kitchen so you moved your way there, but as you went inside you crossed paths with Johnny who was just leaving the kitchen. He was on the phone, and by the expression on his face, you figured that something bad must have happened. 

“What happened?” You asked Taeyong who was leaning on the balcony eating the last of his yoghurt.

“I don’t know, it’s his mother.” 

“Oh no, are his parents fighting again?” 

Taeyong nodded as he licked his spoon and threw the yoghurt cup in the trash.

It was then that you both jumped up at the noise of the door slamming shut - Johnny had stormed out of the house.

Both you and Taeyong had called him loads of times but Johnny never answered, worry consuming you and your best friend. Eventually, you both decided to split up and go looking for him - Taeyong on his scooter and you on your bicycle. 

After half an hour of looking for Johnny in the most obvious places, you started to get desperate. You were starting to run low on ideas of where he could be, but as you passed by a bus stop and saw an ad for a sunscreen with a girl on the beach you suddenly remembered something: Johnny once had told you that when he was feeling down he liked to go to the beach and listen to the waves because it really calmed him down. 

“Why didn’t I think of that earlier?” You questioned yourself (earning a few weird looks from the people at the bus stop) before you changed directions and started to peddle your way to the beach.

The beach was mostly deserted (being that it was December and it was cold), but a brown-haired guy could be seen sitting alone in the sand. 

You parked your bike in the empty bicycle spot, locked it and walked straight to the lonely boy. As you got closer to him and confirmed his identity you couldn’t help but sigh in relief - he sure as hell didn’t look good mentally, but at least he was physically okay. You fished your phone from the pocket of your jacket and sent a quick text to Taeyong before sitting right down beside one of your best friends.

“It’s a little cold for a swim, don’t you think?”

He smiled at you, but his smile didn’t reach his eyes. 

“My parents are getting a divorce,” he deadpanned before looking back at the sea, your instant reaction being to hug him.

“I’m so sorry Johnny.”

“I begged them to just talk it over. I begged them to try but...they won’t.”

“Johnny…” you started in a warning tone. You wanted to tell him that his parents have the right to be happy, but you completely understood where he was coming from - nobody wants their parents to split up. You just wish you could take away this bad feeling from him.

“I know, I know…” he answered, picking up what you were about to tell him. “It’s just...hard.”

You studied his face for a while and noticed his eyes were puffy from crying and your heart completely broke. You and Johnny liked to tease each other a lot, but the truth was that you really cared about each other, more than you’d probably like to admit.

You placed your hand on his back and started rubbing soothing circles. He probably could barely feel them over his bulky black leather jacket, but you couldn’t help but do it. “We’re here for you. Me and Taeyong. You know that, don’t you?”

Johnny turned to look at you and for a brief moment, his eyes held an emotion you had never seen on him. Something you were sure you had misunderstood. Something that, weirdly, made your heart pound.

“I know.” 

Johnny kissed the top of your head and wrapped his long arm around you, snuggling you closer to him and his body heat. You placed your head on his shoulder and just sat there, hearing a mix of his breathing and the waves.

Suddenly your heart started pounding again - something about this felt way too intimate. Replaying the last few minutes in your head made you realize that all of this, somehow, felt like more than a friendship, and that, scared the crap out of you. 

Your own body acted on its own, and when you came to it, you were already backing away from him and saying something to deflect the situation.

“You know there’s a frat party tonight don’t you?”

“Y/N... I’m not in the mood.”

“Johnny Suh, you are going to that damn party, and you are going to have a good time!” You knew he was stubborn and that you probably had no chance of convincing him but then, something crossed your mind; something that would dead sure make him go. “...I dare you!”

He chuckled. “That’s a low blow, using the dares against me.”

“Isn’t that the purpose of a dare though?” You smiled mischievously, making him smile in return.

“Touché.”

“Woo-hoo! Look at you!” Taeyong whistled as soon as you left your room, all dolled up and ready to go party. “Who are you trying to bang?”

You sneakily took a peek at Johnny who was sitting on the couch and felt a shiver run up your spine as you saw his eyes completely locked on your form. “Mmm, no one,” you lied in a playful tone. 

The truth was you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about that little moment with Johnny on the beach and, as you looked through all your clothes when deciding on what to wear, you couldn’t help but pick your most revealing dress with his reaction in mind.

“Yeah, I don’t believe you,” Taeyong said.

“Well tough luck! Now come on guys, the cab is waiting downstairs.”

When you were grabbing your bag to make your way out the door you felt a tall presence right behind you. He placed his big hand on the small of your back and whispered to your hair: “damn Y/N, didn’t know you cleaned up like that.”

You smiled to yourself and then turned to look at him. “Well, obviously you haven’t been paying attention.” You winked at him and turned back around, leaving to follow Taeyong to the cab while being fully aware of Johnny’s eyes on your back.

When both you and Johnny arrived downstairs, Taeyong had already sat in the front, making you both sit in the back.

The ride was a short one - only 10 to 15 minutes - but, nonetheless, it was full of tension. Taeyong was on his phone the whole time, and the driver kept quiet so, if it wasn’t for the radio the silence would be a deafening one. 

Both you and Johnny didn’t take out your phones, as it would be usual. He just leaned his head on the window and watched the city lights pass by, probably still thinking about his parents. You felt bad. You didn’t want him to feel this way. You wanted him to be his usual funny self and dare you to do stupid shit, but seeing him like this just broke your heart. 

You couldn’t help but stare at his side profile - he was handsome. Of course, you knew he was handsome, you were not blind, but this was the first time his handsomeness was affecting you. You couldn’t help but stare: stare at the way his styled hair brushed upon his eyes, stare at his straight nose and stare at his perky lips. 

Suddenly, an undeniable urge to lean in and kiss him emerged within you. An urge so immense that you caught yourself actually moving towards him, only to be stopped by him turning to look back at you with a charged expression. 

You shared a look for a few seconds. A look that made your insides tingle and your legs press harder against each other. What was happening to you?

Johnny’s hand was reaching over to yours, which was pressed on the seat between the both of you, and you could feel your heart start to beat faster. Suddenly, it felt like time had slowed down and all your focus was on that one hand. That hand that looked strong and delicate at the same time. That hand that looked like it had the power to not only be rough but also gentle. That hand that could grope you, touch you and fuck you so good until you cried for more. That hand that was so close that made you gasp in anticipation.

“We’re here,” the cab driver announced, breaking you from whatever spell Johnny had you on.

“Thanks. Keep the change.” Taeyong paid the driver and left the cab, immediately moving to open up your door.

“Milady,” he bowed, acting as your personal chauffeur.

“Why thank you,” you awkwardly bowed back, still feeling shaken up by the events of the car.

“Okay, let’s move!” Your group started walking towards the house as soon as Johnny joined both of you from the other side of the cab, Taeyong still completely unaware of what had just happened. “I promised Yuta we’d play beer pong with him.” 

“But Taeyong, you know I suck at beer pong!” You protested.

“I do. And that’s why you’re not on my team.”

“What?! That means I’m stuck with her!” Johnny whined from right next to you, making you turn and hit him in his chest, his hard pecks not going unnoticed by you.

“Hey!”

“Shut up Suh, you know as well as I do that you could use a drink,” Taeyong said before he spotted his friend near the entrance. “Yuta ma’ man! What’s up?”

“TY! I was beginning to wonder if you’ve gotten lost!”

“Sorry, Miss Y/N here took 3 hours to get ready,” he pointed back at you, making you hit him in his shoulder.

“Shut up Taeyong!”

“Come on man, did you get a good look at her? I’d wait an eternity if it meant I could look at an angel like her,” he winked at you before getting a sip out of his red plastic cup.

It was public knowledge that you and Yuta had fucked a couple of times. He was pretty hot, and the things he could make you feel with that tongue piercing of his were out of this fucking world. But tonight, you weren’t feeling him all that much - the tiny voice in your head telling you that that’s because you wanted to be railed by Johnny instead.

“Do you really think those cheesy lines are going to work?” Johnny asked out of nowhere with a hint of annoyance to his voice.

Johnny and Yuta were friends and him, more than anyone, knew that Yuta was a nice guy. Sure, he really liked to flirt, but he was also very respectful. So, his reaction made you wonder if he perhaps was feeling jealous. Secretly, you hoped he was. 

“It already did man,” Yuta winked at you once again, catching you a little off-guard. 

“Now, TY told me we’re not going to be on the same team for the beer pong. I’m usually a perfect gentleman, but I’m sorry angel, I can’t let you win.” Yuta came one step closer and picked up your hand and you swore you felt Johnny tense up beside you. “Maybe afterwards you could save me a dance?” He kissed the back of your hand and gave you a look that left little to no imagination of his true intentions - he wanted sex.

“Dream on, Nakamoto,” Johnny interrupted, coming right between you two and breaking your contact. “Stop stalling and let’s go.”

Johnny grabbed your arm and pulled you inside and away from Yuta and his advances. The look of bewilderment on your other roommate’s face didn’t go by unnoticed by you, but you forcibly chose to act like you hadn’t seen it. You didn’t know what it was, but you were liking this jealous side of Johnny and you were certainly curious for more.

“Alright, game on,” you heard Yuta comment before the loud music from inside overwhelmed you and your ears.

The game went on for a while. You lost, just as Taeyong had predicted. You didn’t mind, really. You just wanted to have a good time and the alcohol from the game was helping you do just that: you were currently in the middle of the dance floor dancing by yourself without a care in the world. You had lost your friends when you went to the bathroom and decided to go to the dancefloor when WAP started playing.

You were enjoying yourself. You were at that fine line where you were feeling the effects of the alcohol but you could still make your own decisions and you loved it.

Suddenly, as you were shaking your ass, you felt a pair of hands on your hips and a crotch on your ass. You wished it was Johnny, but as you opened your eyes and saw him sitting on a couch not far from you, you felt your fantasy crumbling. You turned around to see who you had just ground on and weren’t surprised when your eyes landed on Yuta.

“Hello angel, I’ve been looking for you.”

“Really?” You tried to put a little distance between you, but Yuta just pulled you right back in, your bodies now in full contact with each other.

“The way you look tonight...you’re driving me fucking crazy. I can’t stop thinking about you,” he confessed in your ear, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on the small of your back. “All I wanted to do, was ditch Taeyong and the game and do that thing with my tongue that you like so much.”

Usually, that would be enough to make you lose your shit and pull him to the closest available bedroom, but tonight your mind was elsewhere. “Yuta...I’m sorry but tonight I’m not feeling it.”

His face fell in disappointment and he looked like a lost puppy, which partially made you feel bad for rejecting him, but you had to be honest. 

“You sure?” He asked you.

“Yes.”

“Alright, I’m sorry then...”

He was about to let you go; you could feel his grip loosening when someone yanked him back and away from you, leaving you confused.

“Leave her alone Nakamoto,” Johnny’s voice sounded right from beside you, making your heart jump.

“What the-? What is wrong with you Johnny? Why are you acting so- Oh…” Yuta looked back at you and you could literally see him putting all the puzzle pieces together in his mind. “I get it now.”

“Get what?” Johnny asked.

“Nothing,” you intercepted Yuta before he could say anything. “Yuta, don’t you have to go meet up with that girl?” 

You made some weird faces at Yuta so he could understand what you were doing and, thankfully, he did. 

“Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Have fun!” He winked at you and turned to leave, making you sigh in relief that that whole situation was over.

“That was weird,” your roommate commented. “Was he bothering you? I know he sometimes can be a little...persistent.”

You felt a warmth spread throughout your chest. You knew Yuta could never harm you, but the fact that Johnny was so worried about you made you swoon. Then a thought popped in your head that made the warm fuzzy feeling turn sour: was he worried because he liked you or just as a friend?

“No, it’s okay. He did nothing wrong. Thank you…”

“You’re welcome…”

The mood got awkward for a minute, with none of you saying a word until Johnny broke your shared silence. “I’m gonna go.”

“What?”

“Yeah...I’m sorry, I’m just not really feeling it.”

He looked mentally down and you felt bad for him. Johnny was always the one cracking up a joke - wherever there was laughter, he was always present. He loved to dance and to have a good time, and it broke you to see him like this.

“Hey, come on, dance with me.”

“I’m sorry Y/N, I’m really not feeling it…”

“Come oooon…” You didn’t know how you could convince him, but then an idea popped in your head. “I dare you.”

He chuckled and you couldn’t help but smile at the thought of at least making him laugh. “Playing dirty again Y/N?”

“Well, you aren’t giving me much of a choice now are you Johnny?”

“I don’t know…”

Before he could continue you started imitating a chicken, just like he had done to you in the Algebra class and you couldn’t help but smile at his laughter once again.

“Alright, alright!”

“Yes!” You chanted in victory, promptly grabbing his hands and making him dance with you.

The dance started out friendly, with a few spins here and there, but it wasn’t long before tension started rising up and his hands were on your hips, just where Yuta’s had been. In your head, you couldn’t help but compare the feeling of the 2. Yuta had nice hands, that had certainly made you feel good before, but Johnny’s somehow felt better. His hands felt like he cared for you on a much deeper level. Like they could hold you and never let go. Like they could protect you from anything and completely destroy you at the same time.

As your inner voice went on an entire monologue about the wonder of Johnny’s hands, you found yourself looking him dead in the eyes. The way he was looking at you was making you think wild things, and with the buzz from the alcohol, you couldn’t help but want to act on those thoughts.

Without an ounce of self-control, you let your head move forward and your mouth whisper in his ear: “I dare you to grab my ass.”

Without a second of hesitation, his hands were on your ass and you were exhaling on his ear. The way his big hands were fully grabbing you and massaging you was turning you on so much that you could feel yourself get wet. You wanted nothing more than to have him lift up your dress and finger you in the middle of everyone.

Johnny moved his head near your neck and you thought for a second he was about to kiss you there, but you were surprised when he spoke in your ear. “I dare you to grind that sexy ass of yours on my cock.”

“Fuck.”

Just as he had done with your dare, you promptly complied, turning around and rubbing yourself on his semi. You both were walking on some dangerous paths, but you didn’t think any one of you could go back now.

As you moved your ass to the music and felt him grow harder and harder you couldn’t help but think about what it would be like to fuck him. You wanted him to end you. You wanted him to fill you up so good that he’d ruin any other man for you. You wanted his hands all over your body. You wanted him to grab your tits and play with your nipples. Fuck.

You reached your head back and whispered your next dare to him: “I dare you to play with my boobs.”

“Gladly.”

And then those big hands that were previously on your ass were now caressing your breasts and you felt like you were completely done. 

“Mmmh…” you moaned, not sure if he could hear you over the loud music.

The way he was pinching your nipples over your dress made you feel glad you decided on  not wearing a bra tonight. He was making you feel so good just with his fingers on your nipples and his clothed cock on your ass that your mind once again thought about what it would feel like to have the real deal.

“I dare you to kiss me.”

The dare had caught you off guard. You had been so in a trance by the grinding that your mind went straight to the fucking and skipped the kissing, but now that he had requested it you couldn’t stop thinking about it. So, consumed by desire, you turned around and glued your lips to his. 

You wrapped your right leg around his hip (his hand once again coming to the rescue and grabbing your thigh) and felt his cock rubbing you straight on your clit. The feeling was so pleasurable that you felt like you couldn’t take it anymore, you had to have him now. So you pulled back from the kiss and plead for the last dare: “I dare you to fuck me.”

Johnny didn’t waste any more seconds, he grabbed you by your hand and lead you up the stairs to the first spare bedroom he could find. He then pushed you to the bed, making you fall right on the mattress.

“When I saw you with Yuta I went fucking crazy.”

The way he was towering over you and looking down on you as he confessed his feelings to you was slowly driving you mad. You never imagined you would be where you were right now, but now that you were you could confidently say that you wanted nothing more than this.

“I turned him down because of you,” you also confessed, now suddenly feeling shy and not being able to look him in the eye.

He chuckled.

Suddenly the mattress dipped between your legs as he joined you on the bed, right on top of you. 

“How the fuck did we end up here Y/N?” His fingers gently placed a misplaced lock of your hair behind your ear, catching your breath at his tenderness.

“I don’t know...but I think I don’t want to go back.”

“Good. ‘Cause me neither.”

His lips were back on yours and although the kiss felt different this time, it quickly evolved to something more. His hands ran down your body and went between your legs, his fingers rubbing you over your drenched panties.

“You’re so wet baby. Is this all from grinding against my cock?” His fingers slid under your underwear and easily entered you, making you moan.

“Fuck, yes. I can’t stop thinking about your cock, it’s driving me crazy. I want to fuck you so badly.”

“I want that too.” Something dark took over his eyes. Something that, in combination with his low and breathy voice was making your desire for him grow to even bigger levels. 

“Lately I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” His free hand pulled down the upper part of your dress, exposing your breaths to his hungry mouth, as his other hand picked up its pace. “I lay awake at night just thinking about you: your smell, your hair, your smile, your eyes, your lips, your body…”

“Johnny…” you moaned his name as you felt that sweet pleasure building up from within you.

“Fuck, that sounded better than I imagined. Do that again, baby.”

Johnny’s other hand joined the one between your legs and began its assault on your little bundle of nerves, intensifying the amount of pleasure you were feeling. “Fuck Johnny, I can’t take it much longer…”

“Cum for me baby,” he instructed as he tried to alleviate himself by rubbing his cock against your leg.

“Ohshit-” you incoherently mumbled at the arrival of your orgasm, your walls spasming around his long fingers.

“You’re so beautiful,” Johnny mumbled against the skin of your belly as he pressed soothing kisses on it.

You smiled and took in a few more breaths so you could talk. 

“Since when are you this romantic Suh?” You asked as you finger-combed his now messy hair.

“Since always. I just only show it to special girls.”

You looked away, suddenly feeling the blood rushing to your cheeks. Damn Johnny Suh and his smooth ass talking.

He chuckled before moving closer to your face and kissing you across your jaw. “Since when are you this shy Y/L/N?”

“Since-” You opened your mouth to answer him but came up short, ending up getting frustrated instead. “Shut up and take your clothes off!”

Your roommate laughed at your annoyance and immediately complied, removing his shirt and working on his pants. You couldn’t help but stare at his buff body: his bulging biceps, his washboard abs and his juicy pecks. You were so lost in desire that you didn’t even notice that Johnny was eyeing you up.

“Enjoying the view?” He teased, the stupid grin on his face driving you mad.

“Shut up,” you said once more, not enjoying the power he had over you.

“Take off your dress baby, I wanna see you too,” he requested as his hand caressed your naked thigh, sending shivers up your spine.

You obliged, quickly removing all your clothes and exposing your naked body to his hungry eyes.

Johnny didn’t say anything, but you could tell by the way his cock twitched that he was affected. So affected, in fact, that within seconds he was on top of you devouring your lips.

Both your hands wandered on each other’s body as he dry humped you between your legs.

“Do you have a condom?” You asked between ragged breaths.

“Fuck, no. But wait a minute,” Johnny reached for the bedside table and opened the first drawer, finding exactly what he was looking for. “Jackpot.”

“Did you know that was there?” 

“No, but I figured. After all, this is a frat house,” he explained as he opened up the package and rolled down the latex condom on his cock.

“Are you ready, baby?”

“Fuck, yes. Just put it in.”

Johnny didn’t wait a second longer. He grabbed his cock, ran it up and down your slit a couple of times and slowly entered you, the feeling of fullness being completely indescribable.

“Oh Johnny, you feel so good.”

“Fuck, tell me when I can move.” Johnny was nuzzled up in your neck, leaving tiny love bites as you adjusted to his cock.

“You can go.”

He started moving slowly at first, a string of moans spilling out from both your mouths, but, soon after, his hips started thrusting faster and harder and you found yourself clawing at his back. 

“Shit,” he hissed before glueing his lips back on yours.

For a moment you both lay there on your own little pleasure bubble, just fucking and swirling your tongues together, with moans and cusses being spilt left and right as you enjoyed each others’ bodies. For a moment, nothing else mattered - just you and Johnny.

“Baby, you’re taking me so well. You are so perfect,” he confessed as he kissed you all over, his words almost making your heart jump out of your chest.

“Johnny, baby, I’m so close.”

“Me too, fuck.”

Johnny was drilling into you so hard that the sound of skin slapping on skin was drowning out the music coming from outside. You were almost there, and as you felt that sweet feeling building up in your core you took a chance to really look at Johnny: the way he bit his lip, the way his brows frowned in pleasure, his dishevelled locks and the way his veins popped on his arms as he held himself up so as not to crush you. He was so fucking hot you couldn’t believe you hadn’t noticed it sooner.

“Johnny, I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me, beautiful. I’m right there.”

That was all you needed. Just like that, you were crashing and burning around the man you had considered as ‘just a friend’ for years, your walls milking him dry and making him spill everything inside the borrowed condom.

You didn’t move for several minutes. Johnny fell right to your side and just lay there right beside you, your chests rising and falling in tandem.

What do you say in these situations? What were you supposed to say right after one of your best friends, and roommate, fucked the shit out of you? You had no idea, but thankfully, he took the lead.

“I dare you to fuck me again.”

The dare caught you completely off-guard, just like yours had caught him and you couldn’t help but laugh. For a good minute, that’s all you both did: laugh.

“Alright,” you reached for the drawer and grabbed another condom from the owner of the room. “But this time, I’m on top.”

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