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sisterspooky1013 · 6 months

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Gaslight, Chapter 33/48

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She remembers slow mornings. They were few and far between, but they were one of her favorite things. Nothing to do, nowhere to be, no reason to leave the warmth of the bed for anything other than a quick trip to the bathroom to brush away their morning breath. It felt so painfully normal, like they were any other couple sleeping in on a Saturday.

She remembers slow mornings when she wakes up with Mulder’s arm slung heavy across her waist, and feels the press of his erection against her ass. Morning sex. She remembers that, too.

Yesterday already feels like a dream, and yet here he is beside her. He’s not quite himself, but there will be time to find the rest of him. To pull it out slowly from wherever it was secreted away, to help him remember how dogged he is, how determined, how insufferable at times. She doesn’t hope for any aspect of his personality to remain forgotten, even the parts that drove her crazy. She wants him back in full, right down to the sunflower seed hulls in her cupholders and the socks he always seemed to leave lying on the floor. The pain of missing Cal and the kids, of worrying about what will happen to them and her mother, is tolerable with his arms around her. She hopes this feeling never fades.

Mulder’s chest presses against her back as he pulls in a deep breath and stirs. She runs her hand over his forearm to let him know that she’s awake, and he wriggles down a little so he can hook his chin over her shoulder.

“Morning,” he says in a gravelly, sleep-worn voice.

“Hi.”

“How’d you sleep?”

“Really well. You?”

“Good,” he says, then drops a kiss to her cheek. “I dreamt that we were on a boat and you were wearing a red dress. Is that a memory?”

Scully tries to remember being on a boat together. She gets strange little flashes that don’t quite add up. A snow globe. Sitting on a rock surrounded by water.

“I’m not sure,” she answers.

“You punched me, if that helps,” he adds, and she rolls to her back so she can see his face.

“I punched you?” she repeats, and he nods.

He looks adorable, rumpled and boyish with his hair standing on end. She smiles at him and tries to smooth it down.

“Doesn’t sound familiar.”

“What time is it?” He asks, craning his neck to see the bedside clock. “The guys said Langly would be here to pick us up at 10:00.”

“Only 8:15,” she answers. “We have plenty of time, and not much to pack.” He looks at her for a long time, and an intense expression that makes her nervous slowly crosses his face. “Is something wrong?”

“No,” he says quickly. “I just…there are things I want to say to you, but I feel like I hardly know you. At the same time, I feel like you know me better than I know myself.”

The knot in her stomach tightens.

“What do you want to say?” she asks.

Mulder hesitates.

“How I feel…” he begins, then averts his eyes to where his hand is resting on her belly. “I want to tell you how I feel about you, but I don’t know if that’s already happened or if it would be the first time. And it seems like it’s too soon, but it also…doesn’t.” He shakes his head and cringes. “I’m afraid I’m not explaining myself very well.”

Her heart begins to pound and her throat tightens.

Fuck, Scully. I love you.

“It wouldn’t be the first time,” she whispers, and he looks at her face.

“No?”

She shakes her head.

“Maybe that’s why…” he moves his hand to her face, running his fingers lightly across her cheek. “Maybe that’s why I feel such a strong urge to say it.” She waits, and she has to remind herself to keep breathing. Mulder sighs, then leans forward and brushes his lips across hers. “I love you,” he says, just a ghost of a sound. If she’d not been waiting with bated breath, she might have missed it.

She barks a sudden sob, tears springing to her eyes with alarming speed, and Mulder pulls away, horrified.

“No, no, no,” she says emphatically, reaching for him. “Happy tears.”

She wraps her arms tightly around his neck, and he holds her while she cries with relief. Her dreams have come to life, finally. No more waiting.

Once she’s gotten her bearings, she loosens her grip on him and he pulls away so he can see her. He frowns, and she’s sure she looks a mess, but she feels better than she’s felt in months.

“I love you too,” she says, and his frown quickly morphs into a goofy smile.

All of Scully’s possessions fit into her small duffel bag, and Mulder has no possessions at all aside from the clothes he borrowed from Byers. When the phone rings at 10:01, they take a look around the apartment to be sure they haven’t forgotten anything, then lock the door for the last time. They trail down to the ground floor hand-in-hand, excited and afraid, and most of all hopeful. They both slide into the back seat, and Langly twists around to address them.

“Morning, lovebirds,” he says with some measure of surprise, and they smile like a couple of lovestruck teenagers. “Did you bring the burner cell?” he asks. “We’ll need to wipe it and pop in a new sim card before we send you on to the next leg.”

“Shit. No,” Mulder says, unbuckling his seatbelt. “I’ll go grab it, be right back.”

Before he exits the bus, he drops a quick kiss to Scully’s cheek and whispers, “love you,” in her ear.

She watches him disappear into the building, already anxious for him to return.

“Seems like you two worked things out,” Langly says with a suggestive pop of his eyebrows.

“I guess so,” Scully answers, feeling embarrassed that their affection is so obvious.

Langly chuckles and sits back in his seat, fiddling with the radio.

“Frohike drove up north this morning to pick up Mulder’s dog,” he tells her as he scans through rock, hip-hop, and pop music stations. “Our identity guy is leaning towards Canada for your location. It’ll be easier to get the dog across the border if you don’t have to fly.”

“That’s great,” Scully says. “Mulder will be happy to hear that.”

She looks at the door to the apartment building, tapping her toe against the floorboard impatiently. He should be coming back through any moment.

“Did you know that 90% of Canadians live within 150 miles of—”

Scully jumps at a sudden shattering boom against her ears, and her hands instinctively fly to the sides of her face. Her ears are ringing and her heart is in her throat as she slowly looks up to see that the bus’ windshield is mostly gone, and green-blue pebbles of tempered glass are littering the dashboard.

“What the hell was that?” she asks.

Langly doesn’t respond. She only hears a wet gurgle from the driver’s seat. She starts to sit forward so she can see him, but the door beside her flies open and strong hands are encircling her arms before she has even a split-second to react. The world goes dark as something slips over her head, pressing painfully against the front of her throat. She can’t speak. She can’t think. It’s too familiar. Is it happening again, or has time gone on a loop? Is she back there, at the warehouse?

“Mulder!” she manages to scream, just once.

Her hands are forced behind her back and she hears the zip of a cable tie, then her knees hit a hard surface. She hears a door slam and then the roar of an engine. She’s knocked against a wall as the vehicle she’s been placed in begins to move.

It’s happening again. They’re taking her back. They’re taking him from her.

Again.

Mulder is just swiping the burner cell off the coffee table when he hears a muted boom from below. He steps out onto the balcony and looks down to the parking lot where Scully and Langly are waiting in the bus. At first, he can’t make sense of what he sees. There are bits of something spilled all over the hood of the bus, and the steering wheel looks too in-focus considering how far away he is. Then he spots a van, black and mostly windowless, parked across the lot. He watches a broad-shouldered man walk briskly away from the van and towards the bus. He doesn’t wait a second longer.

He flies down the stairwell, his feet moving so quickly it’s a miracle that he doesn’t fall. His heart is pounding in his legs and in the palms of his hands, and he feels like he might vomit. The only thought in his mind is “no.” No, this can’t be happening. No, they can’t take her again. No, not when he only just got her back. No, no, no, no, no.

When he flings the entryway door open, the van is peeling out of the parking lot, taking a right towards the freeway onramp. Mulder chases after it, his feet pounding against the pavement somehow propelled by pure will as his lungs burn and his mind goes blank. The van turns and disappears from view, and he stands there, breathless and bereft.

They took her.

He doesn’t know what to do. He should know what to do. He runs back to the bus, where the back door is hanging open and Scully is conspicuously absent. He pulls the driver’s side door open to find Langly blood-soaked and sputtering, a deep red patch wetting the chest of his T-shirt.

“What happened?” Mulder asks desperately, pressing the palm of his hand against the wound.

Langly lurches and blood runs from the corners of his mouth. He tries to speak, but his throat is flooded. Keeping his hand in place, Mulder pulls the burner phone from his pocket and dials 911. They keep him on the line, instructing him to do what he’s already doing by keeping pressure on the wound. Langly is still breathing, but his eyes have fallen closed.

Mulder needs to call Byers and tell him what’s happened. He needs to figure out how to get Scully back. He should know what to do, but he doesn’t. He can’t remember ever feeling so hopeless.

When Frohike walks through the front door with Frenchie in tow, Mulder is sitting on the couch with his elbows on his knees, his hands steepled in front of his mouth. Frenchie barks at him once, but when he lifts his head and looks at her she begins to wiggle excitedly and pulls at her leash until Frohike cuts her loose. She charges him, jumping up onto the couch and licking his face, and he actually smiles, forgetting for just a split second that Scully is gone and Langly is in critical condition.

“What the hell happened to you?” Frohike says, tossing his keys on the kitchen counter. “Where’s Scully?”

Reality comes slamming back down like a two-ton weight.

“She’s gone,” he says tightly, fresh tears springing to his eyes. He pushes Frenchie off the couch and encourages her to lie down at his feet. “They took her.”

Frohike turns and looks at him, gobsmacked.

“Who?”

Mulder shrugs helplessly.

“Whoever took us before, I assume. And Langly—” Frohike’s face blanches, and Mulder chooses his words carefully. “He’s alive, but he’s in bad shape. Byers is with him.”

Frohike slumps into a chair.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he mumbles, and Mulder gives him a minute to let it soak in.

He pets Frenchie aggressively, running his hand from the top of her head down to her tail over and over.

“I don’t know what to do,” he admits, glancing up at Frohike. “I don’t even know where to start.”

“Jesus,” Frohike says again, his hand held loosely over his mouth. “In all the files, it never once referenced a location. We’d have to find someone who was involved in the project.”

Somebody who’s involved in the project. Mulder knows of a couple somebodies who are.

It only takes him a split second to make up his mind. He takes out the burner phone, which is streaked with Langly’s blood, and dials Diana’s phone number from memory.

“Who you callin’, man?” Frohike asks, looking worried.

It rings and rings. He waits to hear the clipped sound of her voice, followed by her angry demands. He’s prepared to do whatever is necessary to get Scully back. To keep her safe. If that means returning to Diana, so be it. If he is the collateral that will allow Scully to go free, it’s a sacrifice he is willing to make.

You’ve reached Diana Spender, I’m unavailable right now—

He snaps the phone closed as a strange mix of relief and frustration washes over him. He tries the house phone and hears his own voice on the answering machine. As a last ditch effort, he tries his parents’ house, hoping that she’ll be there.

Teena answers almost immediately, as though she’d been waiting by the phone.

“Jeff?” she says fearfully, her voice lowered. “Are you all right, son?”

“No, Mom, can’t say that I am,” he tells her, running one hand over his eyes. “And you can stop calling me Jeff; I know that’s not my name.”

There is a long, heavy silence.

“I’m so sorry,” she says softly.

“You should be,” he says flatly. “Is Diana there?”

“No,” Teena answers. “She and your father have been…busy.”

“I recently learned that my father was murdered in 1995,” Mulder tells her bitingly. She doesn’t respond. “Do you know Scully, Mom?” he asks her, sitting back.

“Yes, Fox. I’ve met Dana many times,” she says. The sound of his given name on his mother’s tongue pricks at something in his chest. “She’s a lovely woman.”

He feels the tears welling up again, tightening his throat.

“They took her away,” he whispers harshly, closing his eyes. “They took her from me, Mom.”

“I know,” she whispers back, sounding equally pained. “I’m sorry. I know now that it wasn’t the right thing to do. I regret ever agreeing to any of it.”

Mulder sits up suddenly. Frenchie scrambles to her feet and watches him raptly.

“Do you know where they took her?” he asks. It feels as though his entire life is riding on the answer.

Teena doesn’t respond right away. He hears her even breathing, and seconds tick by in agonizing purgatory.

“Have you ever visited the Patapsco River, Fox?” she asks, and he blinks, stupefied.

“What?”

“Of course you have, it runs right through Baltimore, but it’s much more enjoyable in a country setting.”

“Mom, what the hell does this have to do with anything?” he barks at her, frustrated. “Do you know where Scully is?”

“There’s a nice little area called Henryton, right on the banks of the south branch of the Patapsco. I think you’d like it there, Fox. Just do be careful of the tunnel, the railroad is still active.”

His anger fades as a chill creeps up his spine. He stands, and Frenchie follows him as he paces towards the kitchen. Frohike follows as well, only with his eyes.

“Is that where she is, Mom? In Henryton?” So much adrenaline is coursing through his veins that he feels sick.

“Be careful of the tunnel, Fox. Trains do pass through,” is all she says in response.

Mulder closes his eyes and heaves a shuddering sigh.

“Thank you,” he says, and he hears Teena heave a sigh of her own.

“It’s the least I can do,” she whispers. “Please, take care.”

She hangs up before he can say goodbye. He turns to Frohike, who is waiting with raised eyebrows and upturned palms.

“Well?” Frohike asks expectantly.

“Find out everything you can about an area on the Patapsco called Henryton,” Mulder tells him. “We’re going to need a car.”

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murdockparker · 2 years

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Good Vibrations

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie never backs down from a dare, even if he had to drive out to the middle-of-fucking-nowhere to a sex shop to prove it.

Word Count: 3k

Rating: 18+ for mature themes (no actual smut)

Warnings: mentions of sex, swearing, adult themes, reader works at a sex shop, Eddie and reader are over 18

A/N: first time writing for Eddie! well, first time posting what I’ve written for Eddie... may or may not have more in my drafts lol (also bad title but fucking sue me okay)

This was stupid.

The entire notion of this dare was completely and utterly stupid.

But, a dare was a dare and Eddie Munson wasn’t one to chicken out—not when he drove his sorry-ass thirty minutes out of his way to a building sat in the seemingly middle of nowhere. But, to the building’s credit, Hawkins itself was in the middle of nowhere to begin with—the point? Moot.

Why was this even the dare that Gareth came up with anyway? He could’ve had Eddie run a hundred laps at the school field, lick the bottom of his own sneakers—the thought alone was nauseating—hell, Eddie would’ve taken spending an entire Saturday at the library… studying. This? This was embarrassing.

After finishing the blunt he had stashed away in his glove compartment, Eddie finally found enough nerve to pull his ass out of his truck and move to the building next to the small lot he parked in. The neon sign hanging in the front door flickered and nearly fizzled—it had to be as old as the building it hung in—it wasn’t looking like a great sign for him to continue on, but, like a soldier going into battle, he ventured on and into the store. His first impression? It was… clean. Surprisingly so, hell, even the air smelled fresher than the outdoors he just came in from. He guessed his preconceived notions about an establishment such as this one was just—

“Hello?”

Eddie couldn’t have turned his head faster.

“Oh good, you can hear me,” the girl at the register laughed lightly, “thought you were ignoring my very kind greeting.”

“I—uh—guess I was,” Eddie replied sheepishly, his hand finding a home at the back of his neck, “sorry.”

“I was trying to ask you,” she smirked, shifting her weight from one elbow over to the other, “that I needed to see some ID.”

“ID?”

“I’m afraid this shop isn’t exactly a watering hole for children and tweens—I’m sure you already knew that, though.”

“W-what?”

She blinked once. Twice. “Y’know, because…?” With that, she ended her thought with a—rather ostentatious—gesture to the sales floor in front of them, products lit up and blinking like a Christmas tree.

Eddie’s face grew warm. “Uh, yeah, right,” he fumbled up to the counter, fishing into his back pocket for his wallet, “here you go.”

The girl took his ID and scanned over it quickly—it was obvious that she had done that quite a few times—before handing it back to Eddie. “Not that I thought that you were in middle school or anything, but, y’know, store policy and all that.”

“Really? Damn, here I thought I could’ve weaseled my way into the Snow Ball this year and wreak some havoc.”

“You want to go to a middle school dance?”

“Well, no, obviously not,” he laughed shakily, “I was… sorry, it was a joke.”

“I know,” she hummed, “well, it was an attempt at a joke—didn’t really land though.”

“Ouch,” Eddie grabbed his chest dramatically, “that cut me deep.”

“If a stranger working at a sex shop cut you deep with an insult, I’d hate to know what happens when a friend does the same thing.”

“My friends are respectable people,” he stood a bit straighter, pulling on his leather jacket, “they would never defile my honor like that.”

“Uh huh,” she clicked, “sure.”

Eddie blinked. “You don’t believe me?”

“Tell me, Edward—”

“How’d you—”

“Your license,” she shrugged as if it were such a simple explanation, “though I can’t say I pegged you for an Edward, seems a bit too… basic for someone like you.”

“I go by Eddie,” he clarified.

“Eddie,” she repeated. He couldn’t say he hated how it sounded coming from her—beautiful and pink—lips. “Okay Eddie, as I was saying, those friends of yours whom you claim would never defile your honor—”

“They would not,” he nodded.

“They wouldn’t happen to be the whole reason you’re here, right?”

Eddie was at a loss for words. Was it really that obvious? Did he look truly that out of place? “You don’t think that I came here on my own volition? By my own choice?”

“Nope,” she shook her head, “I reckon you probably buy your rubbers and nudie magazines from some corner store in town, so why would you bother coming out all this way unless it were for… I don’t know, a dare of some kind?”

“Maybe the nudie mags that are offered near me weren’t my speed,” he shrugged, trying to play it off, “or I already burned through the corner store’s stock of rubbers?”

“Oh I’m sure that’s it.”

“Y’know, being sarcastic with your customers isn’t exactly a great business model.”

“Don’t really have to worry about scaring off someone who wasn’t planning on buying anything anyway.”

“I’ll have you know I was planning on buying something,” he corrected, “but your attitude is just entirely off-putting. Maybe I should take my business elsewhere?”

“Okay.”

She turned her attention back to the—completely safe for young eyes—magazine that had sat on the register beside her, effectively ignoring Eddie. He stood silent, nearly shocked at absolute gall of the beautiful stranger. “Aren’t you supposed to fight for my business?”

“Aren’t you supposed to not lie to people?” she asked, not looking up from her magazine. “Isn’t that, like, the first rule of kindergarten or something?”

“I’m not lying to you.”

“…right, and I’m the Queen of England.”

“Oh, Your Majesty,” he bowed deeply, “my sincerest of apologies.”

Her gaze flicked up for just a moment, laughter bubbling in her chest at the sight of Eddie bowing so elegantly before her. She’ll bite. “Alright, you’ve made your point,” the laugh she tried holding back escaped her, “do you need help finding anything in here?”

“Actually,” he rose his head, still bowing, “yes, I would appreciate some assistance in finding what I seek from your humble establishment, Your Majesty.”

“Humble establishment,” she mumbled, pulling herself away from the desk, “so, what’re you looking for?”

Her arms were at her hips, giving Eddie full view of the outfit she was wearing—it was relatively normal—he was expecting something more… out there. “That’s an excellent question, use it often?”

“Yeah that’s, like, my job?”

“Just tryin’ to make small talk, sweetheart,” he held his hands up in admission, “but, uh, I guess I’m not really sure exactly what I’m looking for.”

“You drove yourself out to a sex shop without knowing what you’re looking for?”

“I think I said ‘exactly’,” he narrowed his eyes, “obviously I know what I’m looking for.”

“And that would be…?”

“A… vibrator,” he mumbled, suddenly feeling very shy.

“I’m sorry, I’m gonna need you to speak up?”

“I’m looking for a vibrator,” he repeated, speaking more clearly, “you know? Something that vibrates or whatever.”

“Well that I can help you find, easy,” she smirked, waving him to follow her. She continued to walk across the small store, was hardly bigger than a classroom, a classroom filled to the brim with all sorts of fun looking things, things he didn’t know existed until that moment. “What kind of vibrator are you in the market for? You’ve got a few options.”

“Ah, I don’t think that it has to be anything fancy—”

“I’m sure your girlfriend would beg to differ,” she laughed airily, thumbing through a few options hanging on the wall.

“S’not for my girlfriend,” he rocked on his feet, heel to toe.

“Oh, in that case, you may want to get one with a flared bottom just so it doesn’t get lost up your—”

“No!” Eddie didn’t mean to shout, but the sound carried a bit farther than he expected it to. “It’s not for me either, no ma’am. I’m very comfortable in my tried and true methods, thank you very much.”

“Never hurts to try something new,” she said, gently putting back a package that she had pulled from the wall, “so if it’s not for your girlfriend and it’s not for you…?”

“Well, considering I don’t have a girlfriend—”

“No?”

“What? Are you shocked?” He felt his chest swell the tiniest bit, she seemed relieved.

“Honestly? A little bit,” she agreed, “you’ve got that whole rock-n-roll vibe and everything. Most girls are into that nowadays.”

“Is that something you’re into, sweetheart?”

“I could be persuaded, sure.”

“That’s not a no.”

“I guess it’s not,” she smiled lightly, turning her attention back to the wall of colorful machinery. She looked as if she was contemplating the options, mulling over a fine wine or critiquing a piece of art, before pulling a package from the wall. It was a small thing, hot pink and—if Eddie had to guess—was bullet shaped. “Is this something that will fit your very cryptic needs?”

“No fucking way that thing is a vibrator,” he scoffed, pulling the package from her hands, “it’s tiny.”

“Size doesn’t matter,” she laughed, “from what I’ve heard this model packs quite the punch.”

“What? Do you not fancy one of these for yourself?” It was a bold question, Eddie knew that much, but the blunt from earlier was finally kicking in—the adrenaline from entering the store probably outweighed the effects earlier—so anything was seemingly fair game. “Or,” he pulled a rather large, more phallic shaped thing from the wall, “is this more your speed?”

“I can’t say I test all the merchandise,” she nearly yawned, “but if you really want to know what I like…”

He held his breath.

“You better be taking me out first,” she winked, turning her back to the now furiously blushing metalhead. “Seriously though, if you’re not gonna share any sort of information of what you’re wanting with me I’m just going to rip down the entire wall into your arms.”

“I’d like to see you try that.”

“Don’t test me, Zeppelin.”

Eddie smiled at the nickname, his attention flicking back to the colorful wall beside them. Led Zeppelin wasn’t at the top of his favorite bands, but for some reason he had the strange urge to go and listen to any tape or record he or Uncle Wayne had of theirs—for research purposes, obviously. He reached out to pull another box off the wall, the weight surprising him. “Do people actually buy these? I mean, really?”

“Some people prefer the realistic look,” she said simply, “the realistic feel.”

“Oh,” he put the package back, “sure, yeah that… checks out.”

“You sound surprised.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“Do I look surprised?”

“You do.”

Eddie stood silent for a moment before taking a deep breath. “Fine, maybe I’m a little surprised. I guess I never imagined that when people came to buy… these, that they’d really be going for a realistic thing, you know?”

“Oh yeah,” she nodded, “there’s something for everyone these days.”

“But, I mean,” he pressed his finger to the plastic, “this is like… scary real looking.”

“Some people just really miss their partners I guess, wanting a similar feel, if I had to take a wild guess,” she laughed, “but I try not to judge people’s interests, not too critically anyway.”

“Ah.”

He tapped his fingers a few times against the packaging, his rings not offering much of a different sound on the surface. The girl nearly sashayed back up to the register whilst he was momentarily lost in thought, only turning her attention back to Eddie when she returned.

“Well?”

“Huh?”

“Aren’t you gonna buy it?”

“Oh,” he raised the package closer to his chest, reading the text on the plastic diligently, “yeah, I think this will be fine.”

“I think your buddies are gonna love that one,” the tap of her fingers against the glass of the counter rang throughout the room, “it’s terribly realistic.”

“Yeah I think they’ll be alright with—”

He stopped dead in his tracks.

Shit.

“Uh huh,” she clicked, a small smile creeping onto her lips, “I knew it.”

“Fuck,” he ran his free hand through his hair, “was it really that obvious?”

“I work at a sex shop in the middle of the fucking woods, the only people who come out here are perverts, curious ladies looking to change up their solo time or some freshly-eighteen boys on a bet or dare. It’s not hard to catch onto a pattern.”

“How often does that happen?”

“Eh, twice a week?”

“Shit, really?”

“Lots of people lose bets, apparently,” she helplessly shrugged, “either way, it’s good for business and my parents can keep the lights on this shack a bit longer.”

“I’m sorry, parents? Like, your mom and pop own this kind of shop?”

“Yeah, not exactly a quaint little downtown boutique, but it’s got charm and the cash flow is insane. Who knew perverts would blow a couple of Benjamins on this shit?”

“I—yeah, that’s actually pretty impressive,” Eddie agreed, fishing into his back pocket again for his wallet, “so… what’s the damage?”

“Ten bucks,” she said, putting the purchase into a hot pink plastic bag—thankfully with no store branding on it to Eddie’s relief.

He pointed to the back wall, “but the sign over there said—”

“Consider it a new customer discount,” she said nonchalantly, pushing the bag across the glass countertop. He hadn’t noticed it before, but the glass case she stood behind was full of higher-end, colorful, glass blown products. They weren’t all toys, he realized, he might’ve spotted a few pipes if he looked hard enough.

“Aw, a discount for little ol’ me?” Eddie handed the girl a crumpled bill.

“What can I say? I’m feeling generous.”

“You sure it’s not a handsome guy discount?”

Another bold statement from Eddie this evening, it seemed. It was worth a shot, anyway, right?

“A discount is a discount,” the girl smirked as she loaded the money into the register beside her, “could be the senior citizen discount and you’d be none the wiser.”

“Okay, that’s a little gross to think about—”

“Old people can have sex—”

“You think I’m a senior citizen?”

“Of course not,” she laughed, “you’re not much older than I am.”

“Yeah?”

“You seem to forget I read your license earlier?”

“Oh. Right,” he deflated a little bit, “is it by a lot…or…?”

“Well, I sure as hell am not a minor, if that’s what you’re asking,” she laughed again. God, he loved that laugh. “Couldn’t be working here if I was.”

“That’s good, wouldn’t want to catch a case for thinking the store clerk is cute,” Eddie smiled, leaning against the glass counter.

“Do you normally think minors are cute…?”

Eddie stumbled. “Jesus, no! Of course not! I was—it was a bad joke—”

“You seem to have a lot of those.”

“Well, pretty girls make me nervous,” he tried to play it off.

“Huh,” she clicked, clearly fighting back a grin, “alright, well, I hope your buddies get a kick outta their prize.” She pointed to the bag that now firmly sat in Eddie’s grasp.

“Yeah,” he nodded, “I’m sure they will.”

“Can I ask?”

“Ask?” He turned his head.

“Why did your friends make you come out here to buy a vibrator?” she quirked her brow. “Aren’t they sitting in your car or something and just dare you to spend like, fifteen minutes or whatever in the store?”

“That—well, funny you mention that,” Eddie nervously chuckled, “that was the original plan, but they had something come up tonight so… they insisted I buy evidence that I came in here.”

“They insisted you buy something you have no use for?”

“I’m sure I could find some use for it,” he grinned, “or maybe find someone to use it with.” He couldn’t really tell, but he could’ve sworn he saw the tips of her ears darken—her cheeks following in a similar fashion.

“I threw our business card in the bag. Y’know, just incase your buddies don’t believe you—”

“I’m sure the realistic sculpted dick vibrator is enough for them,” Eddie winked, pressing his hand up against the door to handle, “but I appreciate the excellent customer service, sweetheart.”

Without even a goodbye, Eddie practically ran out of the store and back to his van. Why did he do that? He could’ve at least asked her out—she was clearly interested in what he had to offer. He never even got her name.

“Fuck!” Eddie hit his head against the steering wheel, fists resting on both sides of his face. “You’re an idiot, Munson. Obviously can’t go back in there now, she’d think I’m a crazy pervert or something,” he hit his head again, “stupid, stupid, stupid…” It only took him exactly seven minutes to finish with his pity party he threw for himself before he dared to look in the hot pink bag in the seat next to him.

The business card.

It had to have had the shop’s phone number on it, right? He could speed home and try giving it a ring before they closed for the night. Maybe she’d answer? Laugh with him about how stupid he was—or maybe just laugh in his face at his mistake. Either way, he had to give it a shot. Eddie reached into the bag for the card, his shoulders slumping immediately when there was no phone number listed on the face of the card, just the name of the shop and the address. “What kind of store doesn’t have a fucking phone number?”

It was only when he flipped the card over he saw it.

There, on the pristine white of the backside of the card was something written in pink ink—a bit smudged—it was obviously written in a hurry. It was a phone number, a personal home phone number if Eddie had to take a wild guess.

You better call me, Zeppelin

~ (Y/N)

He pursed his lips, his face contorting into probably his biggest grin of the night. She gave him her number. “(Y/N), huh?” Eddie laughed to himself, re-reading the card as if the ink would fade away. He’d be an idiot not to call her—to ignore such a pretty face.

Maybe he’d get use out of his recent purchase after all.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie munson reader insert #eddie munson x you #fanfic #fluff #eddie isn't as big of a player as y'all make him out to be!!!#proof read but if you see errors no you dont

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sunflowernyx · 22 days

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Chapter 1 I Newest chapter

He’s halfway up the stairs, patting his pockets for his keys, when he finds the note. A folded, plain sheet of paper with the inscription in a familiar hand by a manicured hand:

In case you and Dr Scully would like to throw the first stone; there is more than one way to kill a god.

On the other side is an address.

He pockets it.

Mulder knows not to let Spender get in his head, but it’s difficult. He’d painted a picture that kept expanding with very little information and very few admittances on his own meddling in Scully’s life and affairs, but by the time the door opens to his home, Mulder can’t help but wonder if Dana Scully was placed in his path to create a weakness or to spy on him.

Which had been the whole point of Spender’s set-up. It’s never just a one-sided trap, and Mulder knows if he avoids it now there’s a whole minefield ahead of him.

He wants to believe her. He needs her to be who she claims to be so badly. For himself and for Emily. Because for once in his life, he wants to be able to do the right thing by the people in his life.

And it would be easy too, coming back home to the vision that greets him as he steps into the living room.

Golden light falls across bookshelves, couches and half-empty mugs of cooling cacao, warming the skin of the girl and the woman curled up sound asleep in a nest of blankets and pillows. The television flickers silently on the midpoint of a family film, keeping them company in the night without disturbing their rest.

Scully’s knees curl up and her arm goes around the little girl, whose head is nestled under her chin, her cheek rounding against Scully’s shoulder. And it is so peaceful, so picturesque, that Mulder could easily delude himself into imagining this to have been what he came home to for many months already, that it is, has always been, and always will be the norm.

He crosses the carpet on soft feet and kneels by the two girls to brush his fingers lightly down from Scully’s temple to her chin.

The hood of her eyelids slides up, revealing the clear blue sky below, and he watches the clouds of sleep clear with momentary pleasure.

“Mulder?” She murmurs, void deep with sleep.

Her arm tightens carefully around Emily.

“‘Morning,” he greets her. “Sorry for coming back so late. I know you have work in the evening.”

“It’s okay,” she says, and he knows she means it. “How’s the case going?”

Her hand brushes over Emily’s head in a caress light enough it doesn’t wake her.

“Slow,” he admits. “Thanks for watching her for me. I know it can’t have been easy to get time off work.”

Scully hesitates, and he can see it in her face; the war between greedily wanting time with her daughter and her practicality. If he had not reminded her of work he’s sure she would’ve asked if he needed a babysitter the next day too, and the next.

It makes him want to do dumb, reckless things.

Scully has been in their lives for only a handful of weeks, and in that time she has spent every free moment she could manage getting to know Emily. It’d meant a Saturday at the zoo, and another drinking hot chocolate by an ice rink.

He’d taken a Tuesday off on an invitation to visit a lab with her at the University of Maryland, where they’d done the DNA testing assuring everyone that there was no doubt in terms of familial connection. Afterwards they’d gone for a walk in the park, below the snow covered trees and Mulder had swung Emily up on his shoulders, while Scully brought them hot churros, and not for the first time had he considered what they might look like to passers-by. How easy it would be if that image weren’t just a superficial reflection on the water, hiding a much deeper, more murky truth.

“The rest of my duties on this involve paperwork and leading meetings, though,” he says in the present. “So I’ll be home at regular times from now on.”

“Oh. That’s good,” she lies.

And Mulder, he—

He almost laughs. Sleepy and adorable and transparent, he doesn’t think Dana Scully could lie even if she tried.

“Which means I’ll have time and space for dinner,” he clarifies, unable to keep his smile to himself. “This was your first time alone with Emily tonight, and I thought we should keep the momentum going so she really gets used to you. What do you say?”

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#msr #the x files #dana scully #fox mulder #louie writes #fic #txf #fanfiction #writing #fanfic #Vantalize the stars fic

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writeouswriter · 4 years

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It’s snowing today so that’s... fun

#welcome to canada #winter #snow #like a lot of snow today #it snowed saturday but very lightly #its october snow is illegal #yet it hasnt gotten the memo yet #canada #not writing #weather

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book-place · 2 years

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Winters and Best Friends

Warnings: cursing (?), Hufflepuff reader (sorry to all the other houses out there), let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Regulus Black x reader platonic

*not my gif*

Summary: The first Saturdays of the month were always reserved for the two best friends that were so different, but that never bothered them, never would

A/N: Wow, I guess I just like writing short ones. I know this isn’t good writing- sorry guys :/

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“Reg! Reggie! Reg!”

Regulus Black didn’t even need to turn around to know who was calling to him from across the hall.

He looked back anyway, with a small smile creeping up on his face, and stopped walking so that you could catch up with him.

You practically fell over when you finally caught up to him, bending over to put your hands on your knees as you breathed heavily and tried to catch your breath.

He raised an eyebrow and looked at you in amusement, “Yes, n/n?”

“Do you-“ you cut yourself off, coughing slightly, “Do you want to-“ You took a deep breath, “Do you want fo go to Hogsmead with me?” You were finally able to get your full sentence out.

He let out a small laugh, “We were already going together, n/n.”

You stared at him in silence for a moment before furrowing your eyebrows, “Huh?”

He rolled his eyes playfully and took you by the arm, beginning to gently drag you down the hall because the two of you had been blocking some glaring students from getting past.

“Remember?” He said slowly, absolutely no annoyance in his tone because you forgot, “We were bored in potions and I asked you if you wanted to go to Hogsmead over the weekend, even though we always go together on the first Saturday of the month.”

You made an ‘oh’ shape with your mouth and Regulus continued to chuckle.

It was true, you two did always go together then, on an occasion you would go with other friends of yours on the other days, but you always went together on that day and any other that you were free.

When you finally snapped out of it, you took him by the arm and stopped him from walking again, “Okay, I need to go get my stuff so we can go!” You rushed off towards the Hufflepuff common room without waiting for him to answer.

Regulus looked after you with a small, amused smile.

-•-

You had your head tilted up, trying to catch snowflakes in your mouth.

“Comm on Weg!” You said, your mouth still open and tongue stuck out, “Twy it!”

He shook his head softly, black hair flopping against his head slightly, “I’m good.”

You shrugged and closed your eyes, continuing to walk down the bridge, only to have your arm quickly gripped by Regulus as you almost walked right into a light pole.

You let him guide you the rest of the way until he lightly tapped your arm to let you know he was letting go.

At this you finally opened your eyes and gave them a minute to adjust to the brightness that the snow all around you had brought.

Side by side, the two of you walked through Hogsmead, trying to decide where to go and what to do.

Along the way, you stopped to wave to all of your friends and say hello. You had a lot of friends.

Everybody loved you with your sweet attitude, kind smile, and innocent eyes.

This was one of the reasons that yours and Regulus’s friendship confused so many people.

You were open and happy, and he was the opposite. Closed off and dark.

But the two of you were practically attached at the hip, and it seemed nothing could change that.

You saw the other side of him though, the side he let only you see.

The side that was caring and goofy, the fun side of Regulus Black.

You were the first (and one of the only people) to not judge him for who his family was. His parents, cousins, and brother were all very different people than him.

He was his own person, and you acknowledged that fact.

He didn’t mind stopping a lot of times too much, he was glad that you had a lot of friends, and he was just plain used to it by now.

You continued walking and Regulus took his hands out of his pockets real quick to adjust his jacket and you looked over at him with a dramatic gasp.

He jumped slightly, startled by your sudden outburst, “What? What’s wrong?” He immediately started looking around for what could possibly be happening.

“That!” You practically screeched in horror, pointing to Regulus’s hands.

He looked down in confusion until he saw that his hands were slightly purple.

“Oh,” he held his hands up, “This? It’s fine.”

You shook your head stubbornly, “It most certainly is not fine, Regulus Arcturus Black.” You said sternly, which was really quite adorable.

You quickly, and angrily, ripped off your mittens and grabbed Reg’s hands and put them inside your Hufflepuff yellow gloves which were way too small to him.

But you pulled away with a proud smile and nod, placing his hands back into his pockets for him.

Regulus let out a chuckle, knowing better than to try and argue with you about it.

Plus he wasn’t too concerned about your hands as you put them in your extra fluffy pockets and continued on your way as if nothing had happened.

He followed after you, gently pulling you out of the way just in time as you were about to step on a patch of ice.

You didn’t even notice though, as you stared at Honeydukes with wide eyes.

Letting out a large, dramatic gasp again, you grabbed onto Regulus's arm and shook it, “Reg! Look!” He looked to where you were pointing, “Honeydukes is empty! Think of all the candy we can get!”

“We have a lot of candy back at school n/n-“

“But I don’t want THAT candy! I want THIS candy!” You whined like a child, causing your best friend to chuckle and playfully roll his eyes.

“Fine, fine. Let’s go in.”

You squealed excitedly and grabbed his arm and sprinted as fast as you could to the store, practically giving Reggie a heart attack whenever you almost slipped.

The next half hour was spent with you rushing around Honeydukes, trying to convince Regulus to let you get all the candy in the store, while he tried to make sure you didn’t get a stomachache.

When you both finally agreed that one bag of candy was more than enough for you, you went up to the counter with a large grin on your face and attempted to pay.

Before you could even reach in your pocket to pull out some money, coins were slammed on the counter by Regulus.

“Hey-“ You protested, but he cut you off.

“Shut up, I got this.” He mumbled, and when the person behind the counter hesitated on whether or not to take the money, Regulus glared at him.

He swallowed hard and took the money, scurrying off to the back room as quickly as he could.

You huffed and crossed your arms, “You didn’t have to do that.”

His soft smile returned now that nobody was around, “I know, I wanted to though.”

“Now come on.” He continued, looping his arm through yours and dragged you out of the store, “Let’s go get some Butterbeer and eat all this candy and try not to get sick.”

You grinned up at him, today had been perfect.

#platonic #platonic imagine #x reader #marauders x reader platonic #sirius and regulus #regulus black #regulus black x reader #james potter #sirius black #peter pettigrew #remus lupin #harry potter x reader #harry potter #marauders era

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newtonsheffield · 2 years

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Dr Mary Sharma? Now I want to know what kind of doctor she is and how she met Katie and daddy Sharma

Dr Mary Sharma!

I thought I had mentioned this in a previous chapter but maybe I didn't: Mary is an OBGYN.

And she met Papa Sharma when she was still specialising

(A consultant is an attending for those of you in the US. Mary is a House Officer at this point which is the equivalent of a fellow)

This had been the longest day of Mary's entire life.

Logically she knew of course, that it hadn't been any longer than any other day in the course of history but it had felt like it. When she'd been called down to accident and emergency and her stomach had dropped. Fifteen minutes before she'd been smiling as she handed a brand new life to new parents: her very favourite part of the job, the looks on their faces when they looked at the baby with tears in their eyes. And then that. A head on collision, car vs truck on an icy road a woman 28 weeks pregnant, panic climbing higher and higher in her voice as she'd spoken on the phone to the consultant, still an hour away from being able to help her in London, and finally, when she'd looked a man in the eye, the trauma surgeon beside her as they'd told him they couldn't save either.

Her stomach churned as she stepped out onto the street outside, snow still piled on the path to the carpark, fighting against the urge to pull over the entire ride home and empty the contents of her stomach into the crisp white.

Her feet like like lead as she slammed her car door shut, desperate to get inside, already 10am, close her eyes and sleep. Sleep off the haunted look in the man's-

"Excuse me! Excuse me Miss!"

Mary's heart thundered in her chest when she realised it was him.

The man she watched from the corner of her eyes in the foyer of their building with her cheeks burning while he smiled benignly at her, only today he looked anything but.

The man's panicked voice cut through her reverie, rushing towards her, blood on his hands, a tiny girl clutched in his arms his eyes wide, terrified, and Mary's instincts set in immediately, dropping her back on the pavement and moving quickly forward, while the man's voice choked from his chest.

"I think- you're a doctor aren't you?! Can you help me?!"

"Papa I'm fine!" The girl was saying, her dark hair in tight curls, slick against one side of her forehead, blood smeared across it.

"You're not fine!" His hand had shot forward and gripped the front of Mary's scrubs, "Please, please help her."

Mary fought to keep her voice calm, touching his hand lightly, something tugging in her chest, "It's okay,I'm a doctor, that's right. I'm Mary, can you tell me your name?"

He took a shuddering breath, "I'm Tharman, Some people call me Tom."

Mary nodded, "And who's this?"

"K-Katie. She's my- my Katie, she's 3." There was something so familiar about him, his eyes wide, clinging to her still desperately.

"Okay, what happened?"

"She- She fell, I was watching her- I promise I was but she ran down the stairs to see if-"

"I wanted to see if Mrs Jones had her dog with her and I fell. My head hurts a bit now." Katie cut in, wincing a little, her cheeky grin slipping a little. "Papa's a bit scared."

Mary smiled, crouching in front for her, "Well that's what Papas do. Honey, you have a cut on your head can I see it?"

Katie nodded, her hair bouncing with the motion something about it making Mary's smile grow as she rifled through the bag at her feet, snapping a set of gloves in place, humming as she assessed.

"Can you tell me what day it is today Katie?" The gash was deep, 5cm long right along her hairline, but the bleeding had stopped.

"It's Saturday. And I know that, because papa was going to take me to get pancakes, he always burns them, it's the only thing he can't get right. Can you make pancakes, Mary?"

"Katie, please not now." Tharman warned, but his heart wasn't in it, and Mary had no idea what he was warning against.

"I can make pancakes. Are you going to have maple syrup on them?" She waited for the girl to nod her gap toothed smile tugging at Mary's chest as her father stared down at her nervously. "Katie can you chase my special light with your eyes? Good!" pupils normal, that's good. Mary turned to Tharman, "The cuts a little deep, but she doesn't need stitches and it doesn't look like she has a concussion, she's going to be just fine."

"You live in our building. I've seen you before." Katie hummed, her eyes darting up to her father's as Mary hummed.

"That's right. Katie I just need to put on these special bandaids can you stay very still for me?"

"Okay."

Mary cleaned the wound quickly, humming sympathetically as the girl winced. "Sorry sweetie."

"Papa thinks you're really pretty. He always sighs when he sees you."

Mary faltered a little, dropping the roll of steri strips back into her bag her mouth falling open, eyes darting to Tharman who looked like he'd like nothing more than to die. Right then and there.

"Oh um-"

"I am so sorry." He said quickly before looking down at his daughter. "Katie, you can't say things like that."

"Why? It's true."

He winced while Mary stared resolutely ahead, carefully knitting the wound back together with the tiny strips.

"Katie, you just can't, it's not polite."

"Mary, do you have a husband?"

"Katie!"

something was rising in her chest, and it wasn't panic, Something in the way Tharman was looking at hi beautiful daughter catching in her throat. And then she realised what it was. He still looked at her like he was seeing her for the very first time. Even when he'd been scared, even now when he was admonishing her: He still looked at her like she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. His handsome face alight with joy, awe, her very favourite things.

Mary cleared her throat, "No Katie, I don't have a husband." She glanced up at Tharman, "I don't have a boyfriend either." She finished Katie's dressing quickly, wiping the dried blood from around the edges, snapping teh gloves from her hands. "There! Good as new."

"Thank you so much, I should have just taken her to A&E, but I saw you getting out of the car and Mrs Jones told me you were a doctor but- christ are you even this kind of doctor? I don't- I'm so sorry."

It tugged at her chest again, the way he'd wrapped his arms so tightly around his daughter, they way his kind eyes stared into hers. "It's fine, I'm happy to help. And i'm an OBGYN, so... not really, but I'm positive about the concussion."

"Oh God! I didn't mean to imply-"

"You didn't, it's fine."

Awkward silence swelled between them as his eyes slipped down again, the cold air stinging at her arms suddenly in a way she hadn't felt before.

Mary cleared her throat, "Well um- I should probably-" -she gestured inside. "Have fun getting pancakes, Katie, no more chasing after Mrs Jones' dog."

"Say thank you to Mary, peanut, for helping us."

"Thank you for helping us Mary." Katie grinned up at her and suddenly Mary could hardly stand to look at them, waving awkwardly as she turned away, stooping to pick up her bag.

"I'll see you, Tharman, Katie."

"Ask her Papa!" She heard Katie hiss and just as her hand reached for the door she heard.

"Can I get your phone number?!"

She whirled back around, her eyes wide, heart hammering in her chest.

He looked mortified, Katie on his shoulders now, his hand skimming along the stubble on his cheeks and she couldn't help but wonder what it would feels like against her skin. what his lips would feel like as well.

"I'm not really a great catch, I get that, I'm an accountant who's a single dad, and I panic about everything and you're a beautiful doctor who I can't stop staring at when we get our mail at the same time, but I'm... shooting my shot I guess."

And suddenly, even though 2 hours ago it had been the worst day of her life, when she fished a pen out of her bag and plucked his hand from his side, penning her phone number neatly along his palm, ignoring the way his fingertips on hers felt like holding her hand in an open flame: The day didn't seem so bad.

And two years later, he looked at his new baby just the same way he looked at Katie, the four of them bundled on the bed together, his voice rough in her ear,

"Thank you, Thank you, Thank you. I love you so much."

And it had been true since the moment he'd grabbed hold of her but she said it anyway, "I love you too. all of you."

#simmering au #mary sharma #mr sharma #kate sharma #sharma family feels #sharmarama #molly's asks and answers

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toru-oikawas-milkbread · 3 years

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Messy Nights

Pairing: Tetsurō Kuroo x f!reader x Kōtarō Bokuto

Prompt/summary: When there’s basically a blizzard outside, Bokuto starts to get cabin fever after only a few hours. Because Bokuto was unable to play volleyball or entertain himself, Kuroo takes matters into his own hands and decides that the both of you need some teasing. As things in the bedroom with the men always was, things were passionate as they both got their chance with you, but you couldn’t help how overstimulated you got by time they were both inside of you at the end

Word count: 9.6K

Warnings/contents: Smut: Oral, lots of squirting, lots of kissing, lots of moaning, light biting, clit stimulation, light nipple stimulation, teasing/loving sex, you and Kuroo teasing Bokuto a lot, Kuroo teasing both of you, both anal and pussy penetration. Fluff, very smutty, strong language, very 18+

Notes: I did it 😫 I finally finished it. It took me awhile, and I was originally planning on resting my tense shoulders for a bit and posting this later tonight my time, but I decided to post it as soon as I could because I’ve sort of teased everyone with this one for a long time whenever I thought that I might be able to work on it. My motivation is kind of coming back and that makes me really happy! I got a lot of work done on Makki’s FWB to Lovers story, so that will most likely be the next thing that comes out!

I hope that you enjoy this chapter. I love BoKuroo, and this didn’t help how badly I want both of them to rail me until I cannot breathe 😔

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It was absolutely freezing outside today. A cold winter Saturday that had blocked you in your apartment with your boyfriend Kuroo and your other boyfriend Bokuto. The blizzard outside had only gotten worse since this morning; after practice was cancelled for Bokuto and Kuroo had to call into work, the three of you had been lounging around all day, drinking tea and watching the snow out of the living room window.

Bokuto was starting to get restless, however; he had played boardgames with the two of you, he had watched a few movies, he had tossed a volleyball lightly around with Kuroo for awhile, he had stretched and made lunch with you, but now it felt like there was nothing left to do. He was bored, struggling with cabin-fever like he’d never felt before. Even though practice had been cancelled before because of a snowstorm and he’d been just as restless then as now, it felt like it was the first time ever to Bokuto.

You were currently cuddled up on the sofa with Kuroo, watching a movie and occasionally glancing over at Bokuto when he paced into the room mumbling something about hating the snow he was loving on less than two hours ago.

“Kō, why don’t you come sit down with us?” You asked, catching your boyfriends attention as he glared out the window, whining like a little boy.

“But… (y/n)— the snow is ruining everything.” He complained, looking back outside as he passed in front of the tv and finally caught Kuroo’s eyes. “Look at it. Dropping everywhere. Cold and blindingly white. Ruining volleyball practice. What if I forget how to spike, huh?” He asked, glancing back at you. Kuroo snickered while you raised an eyebrow at the overdramatic man that you had fallen for so long ago.

“I doubt that you’ll forget how to play volleyball, Kō” Kuroo teased, but your two-colored haired boyfriend only huffed in return, looking back out the window and giving a dreamy sigh. “We can play volleyball tomorrow. Or maybe we can toss the ball around a little bit. Maybe we could even see if Akaashi wants to come play with us tomorrow.” He suggested. Your cheeks heated a little bit at the mention of the boy that the three of you were rather close to in high-school, though Bokuto had always been closest to him, after the last time you were all together and they had somehow convinced Akaashi to join you in the bedroom, the man had struck a bit of anxiety up in you because of the bit of feelings you’d sworn you wouldn’t gain.

“Hmmmng.” Bokuto mumbled, crossing his arms and sulking away from the window. Kuroo playfully rolled his eyes, opening his free arm for the man who plopped down onto the sofa almost immediately upon being greeted. “Stupid snow… always ruining volleyball…” You couldn’t help but give a little laugh at how dramatic your boyfriend was being, though it only seemed to increase his sulking when he heard it. “(y/n), always being so mean to me…” This time, however, it was Kuroo who laughed out loud.

“Kō, (y/n) is way nicer to you than I am,” Kuroo gently nudged Bokuto with his elbow, earning only a soft grumbling from the man. With a soft little laugh, you leaned up away from Kuroo’s warmth to peek at the man who was refusing to look at either of you, arms crossed and his hair a mess. It was slowly falling despite the gel that he had put in it, though it was mainly because earlier you had been playing with it a little bit. “Aww, poor baby— were we too mean to you with all our affection today?” Kuroo asked, though he couldn’t stop himself from laughing nearly immediately afterwards.

“You guys are so mean…” He mumbled beneath his breath, moving to face a little ways away from Kuroo though he made no effort to actually get up and move. With a soft, feigned aww of innocence and apology, Kuroo leaned closer to the man, his arm slowly pulling out from behind you as he pressed his forehead to Bokuto’s neck.

“Aren’t you just so unloved.” He sighed dramatically for show, pressing a soft kiss to Bokuto’s neck that made the mans ears turn noticeably red very quick. “Poor baby Bokuto.”

“I am not a baby…” Bokuto stumbled over his words while Kuroo’s teeth gently caught his skin.

“Says the man acting like a baby.” You teased, making Kuroo chuckle and earning a little whine from Bokuto who was trying to act like Kuroo’s lips on his neck wasn’t bothering him. “We’ve been together for almost 3 years now, Kōtarō. Can’t you handle a little bit of teasing?”

“You’d think he’d be used to it by now since we do it so much.” Kuroo mumbled, pressing a little kiss to the shell of Bokuto’s red ear. “But he still gets so flustered. Just look at him, trying to act all tough, but he’s already so red and I haven’t even hardly touched him.” Kuroo gave another little teasing, dramatic sigh, pulling back to look at the man who refused to meet his eye. “Come on, Kō— you’re acting like (y/n) when I act like I’m gonna kiss her and then pull back.”

“Hey, I thought we were teasing Kō here, not me!” You complained, earning a laugh from Kuroo. The corner of Bokuto’s lips quirked up, but he didn’t smile for long. Kuroo’s lips went back to his neck, though this time he slid his tongue out and slowly licked a line along Bokuto’s neck. It earned a quick, shocked gasp from the man.

“I can tease both of you at the same time.” Kuroo mumbled, pressing a soft kiss to Bokuto’s Adams apple while he reached back with his other hand to teasingly slide between your legs. “Poor Kōtarō here is all restless stuck inside like this. I think maybe if he gets inside of something else, it might cure his cabin-fever a little bit.” You couldn’t help how fast you felt your ears grow warm, but even then Bokuto still seemed even more flustered than you had.

“We can never just tease Kōtarō— you’ve always gotta add me to the torture.” You mumbled, earning a muffled chuckle from Kuroo as he sucked a small hickey onto Bokuto’s collarbone. “One of these days, I’m going to get you back for it.”

“I’ll be waiting.” Kuroo promised, pulling back and looking at Bokuto with a little smirk before he turned his attention to you. “Now what do you think? You started the teasing today— should we go to bed or should we stay here?” Kuroo asked, glancing back at the window that your thin curtains were pushed back from. “The snow is probably thick enough. Who’s gonna see?”

“Aside from the pervy neighbor with the binoculars?” You asked, raising an eyebrow and earning a soft hum from Kuroo in return.

“Bedroom it is.” He said, standing up and extending a hand down to each of you. “Come on, before the snow lightens up and Kōtarō gets distracted.”

“Sometimes you act like I have the attention span of a goldfish, but you know what— I don’t. I can pay attention to several things at once, like— hey, there’s that albino squirrel I was telling you guys about yesterday!” Bokuto suddenly yelled. You bit your tongue, sharing a look with Kuroo before glancing out the window to where Bokuto was pointing. Though you saw no squirrel, he was still swearing that he saw it as he caught you making eyes with Kuroo. “I saw it! It was right there, I swear!”

“I’m sure that you saw it, Kō.” You said, gently patting the mans muscular arms. “Maybe we’ll see it another day.” With a little sigh, Bokuto continued following the two of you into the bedroom. Kuroo kicked the door shut before turning his attention back to the two of you.

“Alright, now since Bokuto got so much attention out there, I think it’s (y/n)’s turn.” He said, taking a few steps closer and sliding his arm around your waist. You smiled, leaning up onto your toes to press a kiss to his lips. He eagerly kissed you back, reaching down to grope your ass and earning a shocked sound from you at how hard he had done it. “This is just too easy.”

“It just shocked me, that’s all.” You grumbled, cheeks red as Kuroo picked you up. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist and held onto the man who leaned in to kiss your shoulder.

“Don’t worry, chibi-chan, you know I think it’s sexy when you’re so submissive.” Teasingly, he licked your neck, walking you over to the bed and looking at Bokuto as he laid you down. “Why don’t you come here too, Kō.” He offered, sitting on your waist but pulling you up to slide your shirt off. You easily took the clothing off, tossing it aside for the man who hummed and took his own shirt off. Bokuto licked his lips, sitting on the edge of the bed beside the two of you and leaning in to kiss your shoulder. “Take your shirt off.” Kuroo whispered, pressing a quick kiss to Bokuto’s shoulder before he leaned into you and started to slide your bra off. Kuroo looked at you, smiling as he leaned in to kiss your lips. “You’re so beautiful, chibi-chan.” He hummed, tossing your bra aside at the same time that Bokuto tossed his shirt down.

Before you could reply, Kuroo cupped your breasts in his hands and leaned in, burying his face between them and kissing your skin quickly. You glanced at Bokuto, cheeks warm as the man gazed at Kuroo. He met your eyes, smiling lightly and leaning in to kiss you. Your hand went up into Bokuto’s hair, your other hand pressed flat to the bed to hold yourself up as Kuroo buried his face between your breasts and rolled your nipples between his fingers.

Kuroo hummed, pulling back a little bit to enclose his mouth around one of your nipples. He sucked hard, earning a moan from you into Bokuto’s mouth as the man reached up and held onto the back of your neck with his hand. You moaned into Bokuto’s mouth again as Kuroo’s fingers slipped between your thighs, pushing through your legs that were closed tightly and brushing against your clit over your sweatpants.

“Why do you have your legs closed so tight, chibi-chan?” Kuroo asked with a hum, pulling back and licking his lips as he watched you part from the kiss with Bokuto to look at him. “You hiding something from me?” He chuckled when you averted your eyes, moving back and getting on his knees off the bed. He looked at you as if asking permission as he curled his fingers around the hem of your sweatpants. You nodded, lifting your hips.

The man didn’t hesitate to take the clothing off, his cock aching in his jeans as he got back on the bed, though this time he pushed you down on the bed and watched your breasts bounce, chuckling before leaning in and pressing a kiss to your chest. He trailed kisses down your body, looking at Bokuto as he kissed your lower stomach.

“Why don’t you get more comfortable. Take your pants off, too.” He said, licking along your stomach, looking up at you and seeing you already looking at him. Kuroo sent you a wink, something that made you smile before he nibbled on your skin and made you moan quietly. Bokuto moved, taking his jeans off and tossing them aside. He felt relieved to be out of the restricting clothing, looking at you as Kuroo pressed a kiss to your clit over your panties.

Bokuto moved, catching your attention as he leaned in to kiss you. You absentmindedly lifted your hips for Kuroo, who moved your body for you and tossed the underwear aside. He wrapped your legs around his shoulders, leaning in to press a wet kiss to your clit before he licked a line along your folds. You gave a soft, content hum into the kiss that you shared with Bokuto, though you moaned again quickly when Kuroo reached a single hand up and groped at your chest.

A bit jealous, Bokuto reached down and groped at your other breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers and adding to the soft whimpers you gave into his mouth. Kuroo buried his face between your thighs, sucking on your clit and making your body twitch beneath the man occasionally.

“Mmm, Tetsurō…” You moaned against Bokuto’s mouth, making the man more jealous as he squeezed your breast roughly and made you break the kiss with a yelp and a gasp. “Ah, Kōtarō!” You whined, shifting beneath the men, though quickly getting distracted again when Kuroo sucked hard on your clit and shoved a finger inside of you, curling it up inside of you suddenly and making your head jerk back against the pillows as you moaned. “Ah-ha—! Tetsurō!” Your cheeks were hot as Bokuto grumbled, leaning down to suck on your nipples, rolling one between his teeth and earning a moan from you.

Kuroo looked up at the two of you, watching Bokuto suck on your nipple while his hand played with your other. He chuckled, closing his eyes and shoving a second finger inside of you easily. Kuroo peeked back up when you gave a loud moan, looking at Bokuto and pulling away from you for just a moment.

“Kō?” The man looked away from your nipples and down at Kuroo, humming in question as to what the man could want at this exact second. “Why don’t you sit back on the bed and watch.” He suggested, licking your clit and listening to your panting as his fingers curled inside of you.

“What? No way! I want to make her moan too, Tetsurō.” Bokuto frowned, but Kuroo quickly shook his head.

“Watch and touch yourself for me.” He said, licking another line along your clit. “Jerk yourself off while I make her squirt.” Kuroo said, eyeing the man as he leaned down and enclosed his mouth around your throbbing clit. Your lip quivered as your back arched a bit, pushing yourself closer against Kuroo’s mouth. With a huff, Bokuto sat back on the bed, indulging the desire he really did have to touch himself. There were a lot of times that one of you would sit there and touch yourselves while the other two were taking some time one each other, however Kuroo was usually the deciding factor as to who did what in the bedroom. He’d always sort of taken charge and neither you or Bokuto had argued much.

Kuroo pressed another kiss to your clit, though this time as he started to move his fingers inside of you faster, he brought his mouth back a ways and moved so that he could rub his fingers against your clit. You moaned, toes curling as the stimulation hit you all at once. Bokuto watched the two of you, his cock undeniably hard in his boxers. He took the clothing off, tossing them aside as the urge to touch himself only grew as he listened to your moans.

Your back arched, pushing yourself against Kuroo’s fingers more than before and making the man chuckle as he curled his fingers inside of you, trying to keep a steady pace with both of his hands so that he could push you towards an orgasm. Bokuto’s hand wrapped around his cock, starting to jerk himself off as he watched Kuroo start lapping near your entrance.

The added sensation made you give a moan, your head laid back as you moaned and brought your hand down to tug on Kuroo’s hair. The man on top of you chuckled, curling his finger inside of you for a split second with his fingers as a way of teasing you before he went back to teasing your entrance. You moaned, barely sparing Bokuto a glance when he moaned as well as he stroked his cock.

Kuroo licked at your entrance by his fingers, lapping at you while you moaned and curled your toes against the sheets. You could feel the impending orgasm building up, but you weren’t quite ready to squirt. You didn’t want to come undone on Kuroo’s fingers quite yet. You liked to give the man a run for his money, but you also couldn’t help but squirm every time that his fingers curled deep inside of you.

“Mmm, Tetsurō,” you moaned, back arching against the bed as he rubbed quickly on your clit and licked right by his fingers. He hummed, peeking up at you and watching your breasts shift with your movements, the thought of sucking on your perky nipples making his cock ache in his jeans. Bokuto swallowed hard, his hand moving fast on his shaft as he switched his gaze between the two of you, partially wishing it was himself that Kuroo was looking at like that. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, moaning as precum was sliding down his shaft. “Fuck, Tetsurō!” You moaned, toes curling against the bed.

A soft chuckle came from the man as he pumped his fingers inside of you. He couldn’t help himself from rubbing against the bed a bit, his cock throbbing in his pants all the while. Bokuto heard that desperateness in your tone, peeking back at the two of you through half-lidded eyes.

Your entire lower body jerked as Kuroo’s fingers quickly rubbed your clit while he used his other fingers to pump inside of you quickly, licking at your entrance and staring up at you the whole time. Bokuto gave a soft moan beside you, his cock aching in his hand as he watched you squirt down into Kuroo’s mouth. The man laughed, swallowing the squirt but not stopping his fingers inside of you and only making your body shiver more as he tortured you.

“Tetsurō!” You gave a drawn out moan, your back arching on the bed as you buried your head back against the pillows, eyes squeezed shut tight. Bokuto’s cock twitched in his hand as he watched Kuroo slowly pull back from you, his fingers till moving inside of you even though his forearm was burning.

“Such a sexy little baby,” he teased, peeking at Bokuto and sending the man a wink. “You want some action too, Kō?” He asked, watching the man nod as his hand slowed down on his cock. Kuroo hummed, leaning down to press a kiss between your ribs, slowly kissing up your chest in a straight line. “Just a minute and you’ll get some.” He said, kissing the space between your breasts that shifted as he fingered you. “Does it feel good, baby?” You nodded, peeking at the man through half-lidded eyes before he leaned in to kiss you. “Here,” he said, finally stopping his fingers inside of you and chuckling when you gave a soft whine. “Don’t worry, I’ll make you cum again.” He promised, licking his fingers as he got off of you. “Right now, I think Bokuto wants your attention.

You looked at the man who looked at you lustfully, making your racing heart pound hard in your chest as you caught your breath and sat up.

“Do you want me to suck you off, Kō? Or is it Tetsurō’s mouth that you want?” You teased, knowing the bit of jealousy that Bokuto had felt when either of you were giving each other attention. There wasn’t much jealousy in your relationship, but when there was it nearly always came from Bokuto.

“I want you, baby owl.” He said, watching as you sat up on your knees.

“Well then, who am I to deny you?” You hummed, sliding your hands along Bokuto’s thighs as you slowly pressed your chest onto the bed between his legs and pushed your ass up in the air. Bokuto licked his lips, cock twitching as you eyed him and leaned in, licking along his shaft.

“Ah, you’re so sexy baby.” He ran his fingers through your hair, watching as you took his cockhead into your mouth, his attention quickly drifted to Kuroo as he snuck up behind you, now only wearing his boxers after taking his jeans off. Sliding his warm hands along your back and making you give a soft moan against Bokuto’s cock in shock, Kuroo sent Bokuto a wink, leaning down and giving your ass a soft bite that earned another shocked sound from you around Bokuto.

“Look at this tasty ass of yours, chibi-chan,” Kuroo hummed, licking a slow line along your ass. “Mind if I dine on it while you suck Kō off?” He asked, though he didn’t wait for any answer seeing as your mouth was around Bokuto’s cock. With a hum, Kuroo spread your asscheeks, leaning in to lick a slow line along your asshole, his hands giving you a light squeeze while you shifted on your knees.

Bokuto gave your hair a soft tug every time that you made a noise around his shaft, swallowing hard as you sucked on his cock. Your tongue worked along his shaft, making Bokuto’s throat seem to tighten as a moan came from deep inside his chest.

“Ahh, baby owl,” he bit his lip, glancing back at Kuroo who was focusing on you, though when Bokuto had spoken he sent the man a quick glance before he went back to preparing you. He knew just what was happening tonight with the two men there. As every other time, they kept you close between them and made your entire being shake to its core. It was a feeling that you swore every time you’d never fully get used to, but when it came to moments like these, every inch of your being ached for both of their cocks inside of you, making you scream out their names in an almost pathetic way.

Your hands that held onto Bokuto’s thighs gave his legs a soft squeeze, something that involuntarily made the mans cock twitch inside of your mouth.

“God, you’re making me feel so good, baby.” He praised, giving your hair a tug and flushing as you looked up and met his eyes. A soft hum came from you around his cock as some of the spit that gathered up in your mouth fell past your lips and slid down his shaft. Kuroo’s noises as he ate your ass became more prominent in the room, something that Bokuto gave a shaky chuckle at. “You’re so dirty, Tetsurō-kun,” the man teased, catching Kuroo’s eyes, though he didn’t stop licking at you. “You like eating ass that much that you have to do it nearly every time to (y/n) and I.” Kuroo hummed, a soft smirk on his face as he buried his face between your asscheeks and slid a single hand around your body, fingers teasing your wet clit. Even though he hadn’t touched you there again, you were nearly dripping as you sucked off Bokuto and had Kuroo’s face back there.

“Mmm, I’d say that (y/n) is the dirty one, here,” He said in a teasing manner, not sharing the luxury with Bokuto as the man peeked down and saw how your cheeks flushed as he spoke. “I’ve hardly even really touched you again and you’re dripping up here. You get off to sucking of Kōtarō that much?” Bokuto gave a soft moan that mixed with a laugh.

“Why wouldn’t she? Sucking me off is a turn on,” he said, moaning not even a second later when you teasingly slid your teeth along his shaft. “You know you like my cock in there that much, huh?” He asked, making Kuroo snicker as he went back to eating your ass out, trying to find a less awkward position for his hand as he started to rub his fingers against your clit. Your body jerked a bit as he did that, starting to make you give more moans around Bokuto’s cock which in return elicited more sexy moans from the man in front of you.

You gave a muffled grunt against Bokuto’s shaft when Kuroo’s fingers teased your entrance, though he went back shortly afterwards and quickly rubbed at your clit. Even as it was harder for you to focus purely on Bokuto’s cock, you were trying to suck him off as well as you could while the pleasure was increasing in your entire body. Your fingernails dug into Bokuto’s thighs, and while it earned a soft whine from him, it hadn’t hurt.

As Kuroo’s fingers moved quickly on your clit and his tongue was lapping at your ass, occasionally pushing inside a bit and making your body jolt, it was harder to focus on Bokuto’s cock that was in your mouth, aching to be sucked on. Your toes curled against the bedsheets, your mouth lagging a bit on Bokuto’s cock as you struggled to hold yourself up. Bokuto watched you struggle, enjoying the moment while it lasted until it was all too much for you to handle. That point had always come, not only for Bokuto, but there were a lot of times that you were sucking on Kuroo’s dick and you would get lost in the pleasure Bokuto’s mouth was bringing you that you ended up not sucking on Kuroo anymore.

With a moan, Bokuto’s cock popped free from your mouth as you leaned down, panting while Kuroo was edging you closer to squirting again. He gave a soft chuckle when you instinctively rolled your hips back, nails digging into Bokuto’s thigh as you rested your forehead down on his leg. Bokuto gave a chuckle, pushing your hair back a ways and watching you moan against his thigh.

Since you were distracted, Bokuto brought his hand up and started to stroke his own cock, giving a soft moan as he switched his gaze between you and Kuroo a few times. Kuroo’s jaw was starting to ache and his arm was cramping, but neither of those things were on his mind for longer than just a few seconds as you moaned louder. You gave a moan of his name, something that made his cock ache in his boxers as he tried keeping a steady pace on your clit, though forcing his burning arm to move faster and making your body twitch.

“Ahh, Tetsurō! You’re gonna make me squirt!” You said, burying your nose further into Bokuto’s thigh and making the mans cock throb in his hand as you squeezed his legs. Kuroo hummed, not bothering to pull back and speak to you, instead only burying his nose further against your ass and stroking you with his fingers. With a few more moans and clenches around nothing from your pussy, you came undone, squirting while Kuroo’s fingers quickly moved against your clit.

He didn’t pull his fingers back right away, making your orgasm last longer as you moaned against Bokuto’s leg and gave another loud moan of Kuroo’s name. When the man finally pulled back, you were panting, legs shaking against the bed as your toes slowly uncurled and were left numb.

“Fuck me, chibi-chan, you sure do know how to make a cock ache for you.” Kuroo hummed, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “You’re such a sexy little thing, chibi-chan,” he hummed, licking along the back of your neck while you slowly caught your breath. Kuroo looked at Bokuto, sending the man a light smirk as he leaned over you more, the erection in his boxers pushing against your ass as he leaned over, a hand on Bokuto’s thigh right below your own, to press a kiss to the mans lips. “I think I have a better idea, why don’t you fuck me?” He asked quietly, kissing Bokuto again before he pulled back a bit and gently cupped his face in his hand.

“Fuck you?” Bokuto asked, his cock twitching at the thought of plunging inside of either one of you at this point.

“Come here and lay down.” Kuroo said, guiding Bokuto and lightly pushing his muscular shoulders so he fell back on the bed. “Now, chibi-chan,” Kuroo moved to lift you up, pressing a kiss to your forehead and pulling you into a quick hug before he nudged you over to Bokuto. “You sit on his face.” Bokuto glanced at you as you looked down at the man and sent him a bit of a weak smirk.

“How come you’re trying to act all tough now after you squirted all over the bed, huh?” Bokuto grumbled, stealing a glance at Kuroo who watched the two of you as he stripped his boxers off. “And how come you’re always bossing us around, huh? I am older than you.” He complained, but Kuroo only laughed as he moved to straddle Bokuto’s waist.

“Because you do everything that I say.” He said, watching as you put your knees on either side of Bokuto’s head and faced Kuroo, slowly lowering down as Bokuto grumbled something beneath his breath, though happily reaching up to grab onto your thighs and ready to bury his face between your legs. He had to admit, he was always a little bit jealous when Kuroo was eating you out. Ass or pussy, Bokuto loved to make you squirm, especially when you were sitting on his face.

“Ahh, what a perfect view.” Kuroo hummed, leaning up, pressing a palm flat to Bokuto’s chest, and pressing a kiss to your lips. You smiled against his mouth, kissing the man back and reaching up to hold onto his shoulder in a way of steadying yourself. You’d always been a bit anxious when it came to sitting on their faces, worried you might fall over or lose your balance when it felt too good.

Kuroo gave a moan into your mouth, though when Bokuto moaned against you as well, there was only one thing that could have happened as the man leaned down to kiss your neck. Keeping your eyes closed, you leaned your head back, sliding your hand up into Kuroo’s soft hair and giving a moan as Bokuto sucked on your clit.

“Mng, fuck—” Bokuto moaned as he pushed his fingers inside of you and Kuroo was lowering himself down onto his shaft. “Fuck, Kuroo—” He moaned again, curling his fingers inside of you and making you moan as Kuroo cupped his hand around your breast. Now that he didn’t need to hold onto Bokuto to get himself situated on the mans cock, he groped at your chest, teasing your nipple with his fingers all the while. “Feels so good,” Bokuto moaned, though as you shifted on the man, you lowered down a bit more and quieted the man down.

Though soft moans were still coming from Kuroo as he sat on the mans cock, trying to adjust quickly to his size. Bokuto had a thick cock, and unlike you when he was preparing you for his own cock that wasn’t quite as thick, Kuroo was unprepared. Bokuto moaned against you again as Kuroo shifted on him, moaning quietly against your neck as he merely rested his head on your shoulder. Your fingers played with Kuroo’s hair as soft moans came from you when Bokuto’s fingers curled inside of you.

“Mmm, Kōtarō, just like that,” you moaned softly, trying to resist the urge to grind yourself down on his face as he moaned back in response to your words. Kuroo sighed in content, starting to slowly move himself on Bokuto’s cock, making the mans entire body seem to jitter beneath the two of you. “Mmm, it feels so good.” You moaned, resting your head against Kuroo’s while the man slowly worked himself against Bokuto’s aching cock.

“Fuck,” Kuroo moaned softly beneath his panting breaths, his cock hard and dripping pre-cum as he licked your skin lightly and started to slowly work his way towards really riding Bokuto’s cock. The man beneath you moaned, sliding his hand along your side and groping at your breast, though his fingers brushed against Kuroo’s hand as he blindly reached up. Your pussy clenched around his fingers as Kuroo’s mouth sucked on your neck. He was right earlier, your pussy was dripping even still, aching for just what Bokuto was giving you. “Fuck, it feels so good, Kō.” Kuroo mumbled against your neck, aching as he struggled to take Bokuto’s entire cock inside of him with every movement, though still managing either way.

A muffled sound came from Bokuto beneath you, though he didn’t seem to care enough to pull away from you to speak as his fingers pumped fast inside of you, leaving you panting and struggling to hold yourself still enough to give Kuroo something to lean against. Bokuto gave a bit of a thrust up inside of Kuroo, making a shiver shoot down the mans entire spine as he put more of his weight onto you and moaned against your neck.

The first few times that you’d had sex with the men, you couldn’t have helped but wonder almost regretfully what you’d gotten yourself into. They were both a lot to take, but you couldn’t have been more glad that you ended up with them. You all balanced each other out nicely, making for a relaxed little life.

You reached down, grasping Kuroo’s cock in your hand while he slowly rode Bokuto, making the man shiver as you started to stroke his shaft. The precum slid down his shaft, aiding in the ability to move your hand faster along his cock. Because of the added stimulation, it had made Kuroo move a bit more on Bokuto’s cock to try and thrust against your hand, making both of the men moan more as you leaned against Kuroo and moaned softly because of Bokuto’s mouth.

“Ah, Kō— it feels so good.” You said, giving Kuroo’s hair a gentle tug with your free hand as you moved your other hand quickly on his shaft, bringing him towards his orgasm faster than Bokuto’s thick cock inside of him was.

“Mmm, chibi-chan— just like that with your hand,” Kuroo moaned, nibbling gently on your neck, though when Bokuto thrusted his hips up again, it had shocked Kuroo and his teeth clamped down on your neck, earning a shocked yell from you. “Sorry,” he mumbled, pressing a few kisses to your skin and gently sucking on it. Since he was certain that he was going to leave a mark anyways, he figured he might as well give you a good one that you might even struggle to cover up— just for shits and giggles.

Bokuto gave a muffled moan around your pussy, his cock aching inside of Kuroo. He was almost ashamed of how quickly he’d felt the urge to cum, but with the way Kuroo was squeezing around him and how you were tasting, he couldn’t help it.

“Mng, baby,” Bokuto moaned, but neither you or Kuroo were really sure which one of you he was talking to. “I’m gonna cum,” he moaned, his toes curling as he shifted beneath Kuroo who was steadily moving himself on Bokuto’s cock. Kuroo bit his lip, pulling back to look at you, though pressing his forehead against yours and closing his eyes quickly.

“Fuck, me too.” He said, his cock twitching in your hand. You couldn’t help but give a little giggle at the man. There was no doubt that Kuroo was an extremely dominant man, always leaving you and Bokuto both a moaning, breathless mess, but when he really got overstimulated, it was almost cute. How much he moaned. How he would pant. How loud he’d moan when he was cumming down your throat. You moved your hand faster on the mans cock, making him moan again as he tried to stay even on Bokuto’s cock.

All it took was a few more thrusts from Bokuto beneath him while your hand worked on Kuroo’s shaft for the man to cum, and it was obvious in the way that he moaned and pressed his sweaty forehead down to your shoulder, though obvious to Bokuto as he felt Kuroo’s cum hit his chest. You shifted on top of Bokuto, moaning as the man came inside of Kuroo and moaned against your pussy. You licked your lips as Bokuto’s mouth started to lag on your cock and Kuroo leaned into you, panting.

You could hear Kuroo’s back pop as he shifted, moving to get off of Bokuto’s cock and rest back on the bed, still panting a bit. You chuckled, looking down at Bokuto’s body. His cock was still hard, a bit of his cum sliding down his shaft and falling onto his stomach, though Kuroo’s cum was still on his chest.

“I never did finish sucking your cock,” you said, suddenly moving off of Bokuto’s face and surprising the man who looked at you as you sat on your knees beside him. “Go on, sit down by the headboard.” He nodded quickly, moving as his cock twitched at the thought of you sucking him off. Sure, he had just cum and he knew that this was going to overstimulate the hell out of him, but your mouth was too warm to pass up. You got back on your knees, peeking at Kuroo who licked his lips and looked at you as you leaned in and immediately took Bokuto’s cock into your mouth, not going slow as you shoved him down your throat and gagged around him, making the man moan loudly in shock.

Kuroo stretched his arms out and groaned, leaning over and licking some of his cum off of Bokuto’s chest, making the mans cock twitch in your mouth. Kuroo’s tongue slid all along Bokuto’s neck, curling around his jaw as he took the cum into his mouth and swallowed before pressing a kiss against the other mans lips. You focused on Bokuto’s cock, eyes closed as you sucked and gagged on his shaft. The man gave a moan into Kuroo’s mouth, but Kuroo didn’t stay for much longer. He pulled back, gently caressing Bokuto’s face for a moment before he moved, his legs tired, but he forced himself to move behind you.

He was still hard as a rock, slapping his cock gently against your ass and slowly grinding himself against your pussy. You gave a soft hum as his cockhead brushed against your clit, though he didn’t leave you for long before he pushed himself inside of you slowly. Kuroo listened to both you and Bokuto moaning, bringing a hand up to brush his hair back as he slowly rocked his hips to push himself inside of you. The way that your pussy clenched around him made the man bite his lip, softly rocking his hips against yours and moving you a little bit around Bokuto’s shaft.

As Kuroo slowly picked up the pace inside of you, you stopped forcing yourself to choke on Bokuto’s cock, instead letting Kuroo move your body along with his thrusts. Kuroo’s hands grabbed your hips tight, keeping you against him though edging you closer to Bokuto with every thrust.

“Oh, baby owl…!” Bokuto moaned, raking his fingers through your hair while you looked up at him for the first time since you started sucking his cock, your eyes half-lidded and teary. You gagged around his cock with every thrust from Kuroo, something that it seemed like you were always left doing. Always left choking on the mans cock in this very same position as Kuroo worked your pussy towards another orgasm. It had felt so good that you were unable to think of anything as the man rammed you closer to Bokuto, his hips making sounds as he slapped against your ass with every thrust.

It almost hurt as you gagged around his cock, though you didn’t care much for anything else aside from how good it was feeling every single time that Kuroo’s hips thrusted against your ass. Your toes curled against the sheets, eyes squeezed shut as you reached your orgasm around Kuroo’s cock at the same time that Bokuto came inside of your mouth. The man leaned his head back as much as he could against the headboard, moaning as he came in your mouth, but you were still left gagging around him as Kuroo continued to thrust inside of you.

“Aww, you two came at the same time,” Kuroo said in a teasing tone as a little smirk crept back onto his face. “How cute~” He cooed, giving your hips a squeeze that made you moan as you swallowed some of Bokuto’s cum around his cock, though most of the cum was sliding down your chin with spit that was in your mouth, some falling down onto Bokuto’s thigh and some sliding down your neck and chest. Bokuto tightened his hand in your hair, moaning as he was overstimulated.

“Ah, baby owl!” He moaned shakily, barely peeking his eyes open to peek back at Kuroo, who’s head was tossed back as he moaned, edging himself closer to his own orgasm with every thrust inside of your wet pussy.

“Fuck, I think I’m gonna cum,” Kuroo said through a pant, his hips slamming hard against your ass in a steady pace. Your hips squirmed back against him as you gagged around Bokuto’s cock. “Ah, fuck!” Kuroo moaned loudly, cumming inside of you and leaning over you a little bit as he did, pushing down on your shoulder and making you gag even more around Bokuto. Kuroo panted, gently thrusting his cock inside of you as his cum spilled out, slowly seeping out of your pussy and around his shaft, though it worked its way down your leg and a little bit against your pussy as well.

Kuroo pulled back, pushing his hair back and watching as you pulled away from Bokuto’s cock. Bokuto’s head was laid back against the headboard, panting as he had cum down your throat a little bit again as Kuroo pushed your shoulder down. You swallowed, reaching up with your arm and wiping your mouth off, though you were still a complete mess. You were panting as Kuroo pulled out of you and sat back on the bed. You sat up on your knees, wiping your mouth with your other arm and relaxing back against Kuroo. His arms slowly wrapped around you, holding you close as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“Oh, baby,” he whispered in your ear, kissing your neck before you leaned your head against his, eyes still closed as you reached up to grab his hand that rested on your chest innocently. “You make me feel so fucking good.” He said, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. Bokuto peeked his eyes open at the two of you, huffing and moving. His legs were wet with spit and cum, but he didn’t care. He joined the two of you, wrapping his arms around you both and burying his face against your stomach. You giggled softly, running your fingers through his hair and leaning your head back to press a kiss to Kuroo’s lips.

“I love both of you so much.” You said, twirling a piece of Bokuto’s fallen hair between your fingers.

“I love you guys, too.” Kuroo said, kissing you again.

“I love you both, too.” Bokuto said, peeking up at the two of you. “Even when you’re both teasing me.” A similar smile curled onto both of your faces around the same time as you rubbed his head gently.

“You know that you love to be teased just a little bit.” You teased. “Or else you wouldn’t be with either of us let alone both of us.” You said, and Bokuto only grumbled something incoherent beneath his breath as he buried his nose against your stomach. You gave another quiet giggle as Kuroo softly chuckled in your ear, leaning down to kiss your neck. You shifted against the man, feeling how hard his cock still was and biting your lip as you wondered if Bokuto was as hard against the bed as Kuroo was against you. “Are we… done?” You asked. “Are we going to go shower now?” Kuroo’s tongue slid slowly along your shoulder.

“I can always fuck you in one more position, chibi-chan,” Kuroo whispered in your ear, though Bokuto didn’t fully hear it as he peeked up lazily at the two of you.

“Man, you guys are horny.” He complained, making you laugh.

“Well, you don’t have to join in,” you said, knowing damn well that Bokuto wouldn’t leave. “If you’re too tired, you can always go ahead and go shower and Tetsurō can fuck me all by himself.” Kuroo sent the man a little smirk as he kissed your neck, watching Bokuto’s eyebrows furrow inwards.

“Hey, don’t try and leave me out!” He said, leaning up closer to you. You wrapped your legs around the man, leaning in to kiss him when he got closer.

“Not in a million years.” You promised, kissing the man again while Kuroo kissed your shoulder and neck. You pushed your tongue into Bokuto’s mouth, feeling around for a second before a little smile from you broke the kiss. “Do you like that?” You asked after he’d given a soft hum against your tongue. “You like tasting yourself in my mouth?” Bokuto’s cheeks were bright red as he looked at you. “Naughty boy. Maybe you should eat me out again and taste Tetsu inside of me.” You leaned against the other man as he nibbled on your shoulder, closing your eyes. “Mmm, Tetsurō…”

Bokuto huffed, leaning in and enclosing his mouth around your nipple suddenly. He sucked gently, catching your attention as you looked down at the man.

Kuroo carefully moved out from behind you, getting off the bed and stretching out, his spine popping loudly a couple times as he stretched.

“Fuck… alright, come here you two.” He said, catching both your and Bokuto’s attention. Bokuto left your nipple with a soft ‘smooch’ sound, looking at the man with a similar look that was on your own face. “I think it’s time (y/n)-chan took us both inside of her again.” Your cheeks quickly warmed at the thought; it had been a little while since you’d last had both Kuroo and Bokuto inside of you at the same time, though you only could remember every time how much it stretched you out in both your pussy and your ass as they rammed inside of you.

Gulping, you got out from beneath Bokuto and stood up on your shaky legs. Kuroo opened his arms for you with a smile, bringing you in for a gentle hug before he lifted you up easily. You gave a soft sound in shock, wrapping your legs around the man on instinct. He kissed your head, looking at Bokuto quickly as he held your thighs.

“Am I doing all the work?” Kuroo asked, watching Bokuto quickly shake his head and stand up. “Here,” Kuroo helped you turn in his arms when Bokuto got closer, knowing that it would hurt you less if Bokuto fucked your pussy. Kuroo pressed a kiss to the back of your neck and held onto your hips while Bokuto held your thighs. You laid your head on Bokuto’s shoulder, anxious about the feeling of the two men inside of you while Kuroo slowly slid his hands down and guided himself inside of you.

You gave a little whine, grabbing onto Bokuto’s shoulders tightly and earning a soft sound from the man as your nails dug into his skin. Kuroo peeked at the man, his eyebrows furrowing inwards as he gently pushed himself inside of you.

“Hang on,” he told him, pressing his head against yours and kissing your hair gently as he slowly got you adjusted. Bokuto waited patiently, sliding his hand gently along your thighs while Kuroo pushed himself all the way inside of you. He licked his lips, looking at Bokuto as he gently moved inside of you. Your body jerked against Bokuto as you clung to the man, making another sound come from him as your nails dug at his skin. “Just another second,” Kuroo said, trying to help get you adjusted. You weren’t completely dry since some of your squirt, a little cum, and not to mention spit, had slid back from your pussy and around your ass, but that didn’t mean that it didn’t still hurt a bit.

“Oh, fuck, Tetsurō!” You moaned, burying your nose against Bokuto’s shoulder as the man slowly rocked his hips against yours. It slowly got easier, so he looked at Bokuto and nodded. The man bit his lip, reaching down with one hand and guiding himself to your pussy. You clenched your jaw hard as Bokuto slowly edged his thick cock inside of your pussy. It didn’t hurt as much as your ass being stretched out by Kuroo, but you were left panting as the two men were slowly moving inside of you, though off rhythm with each other.

A shaky moan came from you as you buried your nose against Bokuto’s shoulder and dug your nails along his back. He moaned softly as you clenched around him, glancing back at Kuroo as his hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. Kuroo’s eyes were closed as he thrusted inside of you, trying to focus on going slow and gentle as to not hurt you. Even as the urge to fuck you hard was in his mind, he bit down on his lip and slowly moved his hips against yours. Bokuto moved a little bit faster than Kuroo, making you moan, though it wasn’t quite as pleasurable as it had sounded before.

“Does it hurt you too much, baby?” Kuroo softly asked, slowing down a little bit more inside of you even as you shook your head.

“No, no— keep going,” you said, though Kuroo was still a bit worried as he thrusted inside of you. Bokuto stole a glance at the man, panting as he edged himself deeper inside of you. Your legs were so tight around the mans waist that they were nearly numb. “Ah, Bokuto,” you moaned, biting your lip as he slowly picked up the pace. “Mmm, it feels so good!” You said, burying your nose against his neck and squeezing your eyes shut so tight that you saw stars.

Kuroo gently fucked your ass, watching as your shoulders shook as you clung onto the other man. Bokuto was starting to move faster, tossing his head back as he moaned and your lips lazily pressed a few sloppy kisses to his skin. Kuroo swallowed hard, slowly starting to move a little bit quicker as your moaning got lighter. The less pained you sounded, the more he wanted you. The last thing that either of them wanted was you to hurt, though Bokuto was getting too lost in the pleasure to think about anything but how good you felt around him, leaving Kuroo to have to do all the thinking even as he was as overstimulated as Bokuto was.

“Ah, it feels so good!” You moaned, scratching at Bokuto’s back and making the man moan a bit louder as he rocked his hips against yours. Sure enough, you were wetter than before around the man, getting close to reaching your orgasm he was sure. As stretched out as you were by the two men, you were loving it— getting lost in the pleasure as tears slid down your cheeks. It was just almost too much for your body to take, but even when it hurt, you forced yourself to lean into Bokuto more, holding tighter onto your boyfriend and seeking comfort from the man in the painfully pleasurable moment.

Kuroo moaned as he was able to move a bit faster, not feeling just how wet you were around Bokuto.

“Oh, you like it, baby owl?” Bokuto asked, cradling your head in his hand and holding you up with only one hand while Kuroo held your hips. “You like how he’s fucking your ass while I fuck this little pussy of yours?” He hummed, gently trailing his fingers along your spine while you dug your nails into his skin. “You’re so fucking wet around me, baby.” He said, moaning as he thrusted himself up inside of you a few more times, moaning as his orgasm was nearing. “God, I’m gonna cum again!” He said, tossing his head back.

Kuroo looked between the two of you, panting as he nearly slid himself out of you and pushed himself back in with every thrust, making you moan loudly every single time as Bokuto also stimulated you from the front. Your clit was throbbing, but you were too scared of how quickly you would come undone if either of them were to touch it.

Much to your dismay, it seemed as if Kuroo had read your mind, sliding his fingers around you and pressing them to your clit. As little as you had wanted the added stimulation, seeing as it made your body jerk that much more between the men, it had felt so good to be touched there that you didn’t care. Even as Kuroo’s fingers worked slow, you were quick to squirt around Bokuto’s cock, edging the man even closer as you tightened around him. Kuroo chuckled, kissing the back of your neck.

“Such a sexy baby.” He said, peeking at Bokuto who was trying not to cum. Kuroo moaned a bit louder, only making Bokuto’s throbbing cock ache more as he plunged inside of you. Kuroo’s fingers still worked on your clit, making it hard for you to do anything aside from moan and pant against Bokuto’s chest. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Kuroo said, catching Bokuto’s attention. “You gonna cum with me?” He asked, looking at Bokuto who nodded as you moaned against the mans chest. Kuroo licked his lips, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against your back as he inched himself deeper.

Just as Bokuto came inside of you, you reached another orgasm around the man. Kuroo moaned, thrusting inside of you a few more times before tossing his head back and moaning loudly as he came. His hand grabbed tightly onto your hip as his other fingers shakily rubbed against your clit to make your orgasm longer. After a few seconds, Kuroo’s fingers stopped moving and he slowly pulled himself out of you, earning a soft whine from you.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, panting as he sat on the edge of the bed and peeked at the two of you. Bokuto gently laid you down on the soft bed, pulling himself out of you and burying his nose against your shoulder while you still clung to the man. There were scratch marks on Bokuto’s back, something that he had always found attractive and Kuroo had to admit that he did too. Your forehead was sticky with sweat as you leaned your head back on the bed and panted.

“You guys really take it out of me.” Bokuto mumbled against your skin, but both you and Kuroo were too tired to give a snarky remark, something that made the man smile as he wrapped his muscular arms tighter around you. He took a breath of your scent, but in the room really all he could smell was sex— the scent of the three of you fucking in this bedroom until not only Bokuto was overstimulated, not only you were overstimulated, but even Kuroo was overstimulated.

The man laid back on the bed, closing his eyes as he licked his lips.

“I’m so tired.” Kuroo mumbled, making a soft chuckle suddenly come from you that vibrated beneath Bokuto’s ear.

“I swear if either of you fall asleep on me before I can get into the shower, I’ll be the one breaking this relationship up.” you joked at the expense of the comments you’d heard when you all confirmed you were dating. Many people said that Bokuto would be the one who broke the three of you up. Bokuto snickered against your neck, pressing a quick kiss to your skin before standing up on his sore legs.

“She’s right, we should all go shower together!”

“I don’t remember saying those exact words,” you said, making Kuroo chuckle as he rolled over and leaned in to press a kiss to your chest. “Then why don’t you go and shower and Kō and I can stay here,” he teased you, and it made you remember your comment at Bokuto from earlier. Playfully, you rolled your eyes, making the man snicker as he looked down at you.

“Fine, let’s all go shower together— but then I’m going to sleep.”

“I call sleeping on top of Kuroo tonight!” Bokuto yelled as you made your way to the bathroom.

“What? No! You got to lay on Kuroo last night!”

“I called dibs!”

“You can’t call dibs on laying on Kuroo, you can only call dibs on the front seat in the car!”

“And you always get to sit up front!”

“You sat up front last week!”

Kuroo couldn’t help as he chuckled, following the two of you to the bathroom as you argued and shut the bathroom door so that the steam from the shower he knew was going to be hot would stay in the room afterwards when you all stepped out.

“You know that I have two sides— you both can sleep on my chest.” Kuroo said. It was silent for a second before you looked at Bokuto.

“I call left side.”

“No way, I wanted left side!”

“Too bad, I already called dibs!”

“I thought we couldn’t call dibs on Kuroo!”

“Well, I can now!”

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If I Fell For You (Part 5) - Date Night

Summary: The reader and Jensen go on their first fancy date together before attending a nanny happy hour the next night. The reader makes a new friend there to Jensen’s dismay but someone from the past will come along and change things between the new couple...

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Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Word Count: 4,200ish

Warnings: language, lying, angst, mention of past child abuse/assault, fluff

A/N: This a rough one, not gonna lie. Enjoy!

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Friday Night

“Y/N, I’m downstairs when you’re ready,” said Jensen through your closed bedroom door.

“I’ll be there in five,” you said.

“See you in fifteen,” he chuckled before he walked away. You walked back into your bathroom, looking over your hair in a bun. It looked like a freaking messy bun actually. You should have done it down and in big flowy waves instead. You pouted and smoothed out your dress. Of course you were bloated and you’d nicked your leg more than once shaving earlier.

“It’s Jensen,” you said to yourself, taking a deep breath. “He’s never even seen you in makeup before. You’re fine. He’s not gonna say anything.”

You forced yourself out of the bathroom and slipped on your heels, your clutch in your hand. You wobbled for a step or two on the carpet but did better once you were out in the hardwood hall. Ten seconds later you were downstairs, heading over to the foyer area.

“All set?” you asked, Jensen spinning around. He smiled as he stared, eyes looking you up and down more than once, not even trying to hide it.

“Y/N, you look pretty,” said Arrow as she rushed in from the family room.

“Yes she does,” said Jensen. “We’ll be home soon, okay?”

“Okie dokie,” she said, wandering off with a little wave.

Half an hour later you were sat at a table in a very nice restaurant, Jensen tugging on his collar. His cheeks were slightly pink but it wasn’t from the cold outside.

“So...what’s a good wine?” you asked, sliding the drink list over to him. “I’m not really good with the names.”

“You like red or white?” he asked.

“Normally red,” you said. “You?”

“I like a Merlot,” he said. “You like dry?”

“Sure,” you said.

“We’re not going dutch tonight you know right. This is all on me.”

“We can go dutch, Jensen.”

“I asked you out and this is fancy, even for me. My treat, okay?” he asked.

“Alright,” you said, looking around the restaurant and over in the distance to the bar. “You know I could go for a lemon drop actually.”

He smirked and set the list down, a waiter coming by. He ordered a gin and tonic for himself while you got your cocktail, Jensen breaking off part of a breadstick from the basket.

“Bread’s good,” he said with his mouth full.

“So. Ackles,” you said, picking up a piece and tearing off a chunk with your teeth. He stared and started to laugh to himself. “Ah, there’s my sweet guy.”

“Thought you were gonna say boyfriend for a second.”

“This is our second official date,” you said. “So. Boyfriend.”

“Yes girlfriend?” he chuckled.

“What’s an appetizer look like in a place like this? Like a tiny cube of cheese with some dressing they’re gonna charge twenty bucks for or something like that?”

“You’re goofy,” he said, a big smile stuck on his face. “Uh, they probably have something like that. There’s normally some kind of bread olive oil bowl option.”

“Fancy people eat like a starving college student apparently,” you said. He tried to hide his laugh as your waiter brought over the drinks and a pair of menus. “Excuse me but can you recommend an appetizer? We’re both new to town and are wondering what you think is a good choice.”

“You can’t go wrong with our sourdough and seasoned oil dipping sauce,” he said. You glanced at Jensen and smiled. “The artichoke spinach dip and tartar crackers are also quite lovely.”

“Do you have anything with a little more substance? We’re quite starving,” said Jensen.

“The fried calamari and crab cake poppers combo is a great option,” he said.

“What’s calamari?” you asked.

“Squid, miss,” said the waiter.

“We’ll have that combo,” said Jensen.

“Perfect. I’ll put that in and be back shortly to get your dinner orders,” he said. He took off and you made a face at Jensen.

“Squid?” you asked.

“It’s fried. Trust me, it’s pretty good,” he said. “I could go for a good steak. You see a filet on here yet?”

“Uh,” you said, eyes scanning the page and seeing most everything was something you’d never heard of.

“There it is,” he said. “I’m getting that and scalloped potatoes. See anything you want to try?”

“Uh, why does half of this seem like it’s a foreign language to me?” you asked. Jensen looked at his menu and chuckled.

“That would be because it’s in French. We’re in Canada and this is a french restaurant.”

“Oh. Gotcha,” you said. He got up and leaned over the back of your chair, glancing at the page.

“These are soups and salads,” he said, pointing near the top. “Sandwiches. Pasta. Main dishes down here.”

“Uh, maybe pasta?” you said. He knelt down and read off the dishes to you one by one, your waiter returning by the time he was just finishing.

“Anything I can assist you with?” he asked.

“I’ll have the fettuccine alfredo with chicken please,” you said, handing the menu to him, Jensen returning to his seat.

“Face principale?” he asked. You stared at Jensen and he smiled.

“She doesn’t speak French,” said Jensen.

“My apologies miss. What would you like for your main side dish?” asked the waiter. “Steamed vegetables, scalloped potatoes, lobster bisque-”

“I’ll have the vegetables,” you said. Jensen ordered and the waiter went to get your appetizer, a sad smile on his face.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think twice about the French thing.”

“Kinda hot that you know French,” you said. “I should try to learn it if we’re gonna be up here for a few months.”

“I’m an idiot and I learned it so you’ll do just fine picking it up,” he said.

“So where’d you learn in the first place?”

“I’m stuffed,” you said, plopping your napkin from your lap onto the table awhile later. Jensen took the last bite of the piece of mouse pie, licking his lips as he finished. “This might have been the best alfredo I’ve ever had.”

“I enjoyed it. Mostly I enjoyed listening to you talk,” he said. You blushed and looked away, Jensen letting out a small hum. “It’s funny. Doesn’t really feel like just a second date, does it.”

“No, not really,” you said. “I guess that’s what happens when you’re friends first.”

“Well I definitely like being friends with you,” he said.

“Me too, Jensen.”

“Want to get out of here?” he asked. You smiled and nodded, the two of you outside a few minutes later wrapped up in your coats. Your feet were cold in just your heels, Jensen’s arm wrapping around your waist when you almost slipped more than once. It was slow going back to the car, especially when it started to snow lightly.

“You know, that dress would still look hot with winter boots,” he chuckled.

“Sorry,” you said.

“No apology necessary. I got freaking dress shoes on and my feet are cold. I can’t imagine how you’re holding up,” he said.

“The perils of being a woman,” you said.

“Well, no need to impress me is all I’m saying. I ain’t looking at your feet anyways,” he said.

“Oh well in that case I’ll wear some nice baggy sweats next date.”

“Please do,” he said.

“You really don’t care, do you.”

“I think you look beautiful tonight. But I think you look beautiful every night. You did your hair and makeup and this is stunning, don’t get me wrong. But she’s not more beautiful than the girl at home with hair tossed up all messy walking around in oversized shirts and leggings. It’s like flowers. Both are pretty but one isn’t more pretty than the other.”

“Where the fuck did I find you?”

“At my house,” he chuckled. You whacked his arm and leaned your head on his shoulder. “Almost back to the car. I’ll blast the heat for us when we’re in there.”

“Thanks Jensen.”

“Thank you for the date, honey. I mean it. We’ll do it again sometime. Promise.”

Saturday Night

“Your boyfriend seems pissed,” said Brandon. You sipped up the last of your beer, glancing over to the bar where Jensen was tapping his finger.

“He’s fine,” you said. “So any good parks around the west side of town?”

“Center Grove is always my choice. Good playground, nice area, cops routinely are around. Parking can kinda be a bitch sometimes but it’s worth it in my opinion. My kids love it.”

“You’ve been their nanny for five years you said?”

“Mhm,” he said, knocking back the last of his drink. “Shawn’s mom is their mom’s best friend.”

“Oh. So you had an in already.”

“You know long term gigs are the way to go in this job,” he said. “Not too many American girls come up here. Your accent is cute.”

“Is it, eh?” you chuckled.

“Like I’ve never heard that one before,” he said, Jensen walking back with two beers and a clenched jaw.

“You okay?” you asked as he sat it down in front of you.

“I’m fine,” he said, taking a long sip. Brandon slid off his seat and made a face.

“I need a refill anyways. Nice meeting you Y/N. We gotta hang some time,” he said as he walked away.

“For sure,” you said, Jensen rolling his eyes behind his back. “Jensen what’s going on?”

“Nothing,” he said.

“Well you obviously have a problem with Brandon.”

“I don’t have a problem with him. I have a problem with my girlfriend flirting with another guy.”

“I was not flirting. I’m trying to make new friends. It was your idea to come to this thing tonight anyways.”

“Whatever,” he scoffed.

“Excuse me?”

“In case I wasn’t clear, I’m not the kind of guy where I’m okay with you dating multiple people at once. I don’t get that not exclusive shit.”

“I’m with you and only you. I was being nice. Geez, let’s just go,” you said. You got up and pulled your coat on, bumping into a guy on the way out. He turned and apologized, staring at you a little long.

“Y/N?” he asked, a big smile on his face. “My Y/N?”

“Dad?” you said, his face much older looking than you remembered but his eyes still the same.

“Dad?” said Jensen. You brushed past your dad and outside, Jensen hot on your heels.

“Y/N,” your dad said as he left the bar.

“Stay away from me,” you said. “Jensen I want to go home right now.”

“What-”

“Right fucking now!”

He held up his hands and you walked around the block to the car, getting inside and Jensen taking off.

“So your dad’s alive huh,” he said. You stared out the dark window with crossed arms. “So is everything I know about you bullshit?”

“What?”

“Is literally anything you’ve ever told me true? Your dad obviously didn’t die when you were a kid. All those late night talks about family and shit, you just like to fuck with people or something?”

“I was not flirting with Brandon you asshole. You didn’t need to know my whole life story the second I meet you.”

“Oh. Okay. Just your fake life story then, huh?” he said. You shook your head as he got stuck at a red light. “If I can’t trust you, I can’t employ you let alone date you.”

“Whatever,” you said. He drove in silence until you were out of the city, going along quieter roads. You were close to the house when he suddenly turned right towards the local park and stopped in the lot, putting the car in park. He touched your arm and you turned, Jensen leaning over and kissing you roughly, far more roughly than you thought he was capable of. You blinked when he pulled back, Jensen looking you up and down.

“He won’t hurt you.”

“What?”

“Did he walk out on you and your mom?” he asked. “You told him to stay away from you. Sort of shouted it at him. Maybe you lied but maybe...I’m sorry I got jealous of Brandon. I’m still scared and I think you’re still scared too and that’s okay. If you lied about your dad, I’m gonna trust you have a good reason for it. I’m sorry for what I said. I trust you and I don’t want to know what my life is like without you in it.”

“It’s okay,” you said quietly. “I forgive you.”

“You don’t have to tell me what happened,” he said. “We can just go home, okay?”

“Why’d you pull over?”

“Because I knew I didn’t mean it and I knew I overreacted. I said I’d mess up when we started. It’s been a long time since I’ve done this. I’m 42 with three kids. Brandon is thirty and young and stronger than I am and can go out to the bar whenever he wants. You have options. You don’t have to settle for me.”

“If I’d wanted to settle, I’d have married my ex. What I wanted was the guy that forgives me for not telling him the whole story cause I’m not ready to say it. I want the guy that makes me happy and feel like I have a teenage crush but it’s deeper than that. You’re not the settle for option, Jensen. Why don’t you get that?”

“The last time I felt like this, I married the girl,” he said quietly. “That didn’t turn out so well.”

“You didn’t get the time you deserved with her. It doesn’t mean it ended badly. You loved her and she knew it. She wants you to be happy again, whether it’s me or somebody else.”

“See? That’s the shit that tells me...it tells me to keep falling for you. I’m so sorry for how I acted tonight.”

“I lied about my dad and not a little white one either,” you said with a nod. You turned away and felt his hand on your cheek. “So much of what I told you was a lie.”

“You don’t have to tell me the truth right now, Y/N.” He stroked your cheek and you glanced over, meeting his soft green eyes.

“My mom died giving birth to me,” you said, Jensen nodding. “He hated me for it. Hated me. He would hurt me when I was a toddler. When I was four he started doing...other things.”

“Four?” he breathed out.

“I didn’t know it wasn’t normal. Not until I started school. I was scared though so I never said anything. One of my friends mom’s realized what was going on when I was over playing one day. He went away and lost custody. I went into foster care briefly and got adopted when I was eight. Single mom who’d lost her husband young. That’s my mom. She was a kind person. Ray was always good to her and to me. But I asked him not to adopt me after she was gone and he knew it was because I was still scared of a dad again. Being a nanny, I’ve met fathers that look at me and I just know what was going through their head. I reported him and kinda fucked up their family situation but-”

“That was the right thing to do,” he said.

“I know it was. I’ve just...I’ve had more than one guy and even a woman walk in on me changing or into my bathroom and it’s like, she’s just the help, nobody cares. They don’t touch so it’s like...what can I even do? Then my house before this one, the guy tried getting in my shower with me and I shoved him and he broke his arm and I just don’t understand why so many people think I’m just a piece of meat. Even my ex never got why it bothered me so much. They didn’t touch me so what was wrong with it? He just didn’t get it. He would get mad if I wasn’t in the mood for sex. Nobody ever fucking gets it except you who I lied to and pissed off tonight and without a word of an explanation why, you say you won’t let somebody hurt me. Do you get why you’re the opposite of fucking settling Jensen?”

“I won’t hurt you.”

“I know you won’t Jensen.”

“How?”

“Because you’re a good person. You’re so gentle and kind. I know you’re strong and tough but I see it everyday. You should never be worried about how your kids will turn out. If they are half as good as you are they’ll be fucking great people. Your daughters aren’t gonna put up with shit and your son is gonna be kind to everyone and say fuck you to the toxic guys out there. I can already tell the kind of person you are through them and it’s a good one. A really good one.”

“I’m not the only good person in their lives,” he said. You sniffled and looked down, Jensen’s hand sliding under your chin and tilting it up. “You don’t have to apologize for not telling me all of that. Never apologize for not telling me that. Okay?”

“I never told anyone about…the other stuff,” you said, wanting to look down but Jensen’s hand holding your chin up.

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about. I’m sorry it took you so long to find people that would protect you.”

“You mean…” He nodded and dropped his hand away, running it over your head. “You’re not gonna like, go back and kick his ass are you?”

“Want me to? I’m very tempted at the moment,” he said.

“I just want to go home. I could use one of those hugs right now.”

“Do you want to stay with me tonight? Just to stay, nothing more.” You nodded and he kissed your forehead, a tiny smile crossing your face. Ten minutes later you were home and the babysitter was gone, Jensen pulling you into his room next to yours. You blew your nose in his bathroom and washed off your face, lifting your head to find a pair of your pajama shorts and one of his shirts on the vanity beside you. He smiled as he ducked out, leaving you to change. You let your hair down and took off your bra before you walked out and saw his blanket on the opposite side of the bed. “Warm enough?”

You spun around as he walked inside and you nodded, Jensen pulling you into a hug.

“I’m sorry for how I was at the bar,” you said.

“I was the one that overreacted, not you,” he said. You felt goosebumps on your arms and he pulled away to turn up the heat, nodding over to the bed. The covers were flung back and you climbed underneath, Jensen getting in on his side. His arm wrapped over your waist and pulled your chest close to his, face only inches away. “You don’t have to worry about him anymore. No one will hurt you again. I promise.”

You moved closer to him, resting your forehead against his.

“Remember last Saturday when we were on the trampoline and you talked about those safety nets,” you said.

“Yes, I do.”

“You’re a really good net,” you said softly.

“So are you,” he murmured. He kissed the tip of your nose and you shut your eyes. “What’d you want to be when you were little?”

“A princess,” you said. He chuckled and you smiled. “I wanted a prince to come take me away and everything would be just fine.”

“Really?”

“Princesses were always happy at the end of the movie,” you said. “They got the boy and they were happy. Then I grew up and prince charming doesn’t exist.”

“Cause you’re not a damsel in distress. You didn’t need the prince to save you.”

“But the prince would have made life so much easier.”

“I’m partial to badass princesses myself,” he said. You opened your eyes and he was smiling.

“I’ve never noticed your freckles before.”

“They come out more when I spend some time in the sun.” You moved a hand up and traced under his eye, Jensen nuzzling into his pillow. “Make you a deal. If the badass princess saves me, the scared prince will save her too.”

“Okay,” you said. You kissed him lazily, Jensen smiling through it.

“Do you want to be a nanny forever?”

“Not forever. It’s an easy way to feel like you have a family when you don’t.”

“Now you do,” he said.

“Jensen you don’t know if this will work out.”

“I do and you do and we’ll take it slow anyways,” he said. “Which is why I’m asking do you want to be a nanny forever.”

“Why?”

“Because maybe someday I won’t need one,” he said.

“I thought about being an elementary school teacher when I was eighteen for a hot second.”

“You did? You’d be amazing.”

“Pay in Texas is crap though. I make more as a nanny.”

“If money wasn’t an issue though, would you want to be a teacher still?”

“Anything at all?” you asked, Jensen nodding, nose brushed against yours. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

“You okay?” he asked, reluctantly letting you out of bed.

“I’m good. I want to show you something,” you said. You slipped out of the room and down the hall to the playroom, picking up a book. Jensen was sat up in bed when you returned and crawled under the covers. You handed him the book and he smiled.

“I don’t remember buying this,” he said, flipping it over. “There’s no serial code on it.”

“You can’t buy it. I wrote a children’s book and printed a few copies for myself,” you said.

“You wrote a book?” he asked, flipping through it. “Did you draw this?”

“Yeah,” you said, Jensen staring at you. “I don’t know if it’s any good. I never tried publishing it.”

“You want to write children’s books, don’t you?” he said, starting to read the story.

“I have a number of them written out. I would make up the stories for kids at bedtime and decided to write them down. It’s kinda like whinnie the poo, that age group, you know? Same group of characters but different stories,” you said.

“These are adorable,” he said, turning another page. You were quiet while he read through for a few minutes, Jensen smiling when he shut the book. “I’ve never read a children’s book where they deal with the loss of a parent.”

“The kids really like it,” you said.

“You should publish this. Seriously. It’s cute and I’m a grown ass man and it made me feel better about Dee.”

“It’s just a story,” you said, rubbing the back of your neck.

“I make stories for a living. This whole place would fall apart without stories. This is good. You should consider trying to get it published.”

“Maybe if that nanny job doesn’t work out I will,” you said.

“Do you mind if I keep this?” he asked.

“Not at all. I gave it to JJ in the first place.”

“Thanks. I want to read this to the twins tomorrow,” he said. He set it on the nightstand and slid back down, pulling you with him. “Why’d the mom fox die in the story? I would have expected the dad wolf considering…”

“Wish fulfillment for a nice father,” you said. “Plus I like drawing the wolf.”

“I like him. He’s fluffy,” chuckled Jensen. “Is that why you asked if I carry a picture of my kids when we met?”

“I’m done with asshole parents. If they treat their kids like shit they sure as hell aren’t gonna treat me any better. You seemed like a good guy. Good guys tend to do that kind of thing.”

“I’m not always good.”

“Yeah, you are,” you said. You shut your eyes and nuzzled close to him, Jensen letting out a soft hum. “You okay? With me being here.”

“Very. Feeling better after everything that happened?”

“Mhm,” you said. “I’m still sorry I lied to you.”

“Did you ever lie about your mom?” he asked. “I mean aside from the fact she adopted you, did you lie about her?”

“No.”

“Then you didn’t lie, not really. I’m sorry it came out like that. You should have been able to tell me in your own time.”

“You still would have been angry,” you said.

“I still would have come to my senses too. I’m not perfect. I never was.”

“I don’t want someone perfect,” you said. Your head rested against his chest and you let out a soft sigh.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he said. He kissed the top of your head and tucked it under his chin, adjusting the blankets once before he stilled.

“Goodnight, Jensen.”

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A/N: Read Part 6 here!

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Cozy winter

Summary: going to the market, being cheeky in the parking lot and a warm cuddly morning sprinkled with some funny-business

Warning: Cute banter, smut (NSFW), fluff

Word count: Around 5300 words!

I want to open this with one of my favorite quotes ever, so if you allow me ;)

“Go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.” -Kurt Vonnegut

“We need muffins.”

“We don’t NEED muffins, what we need are some fresh fruit and vegetables, ” Henry butts in. You frown and look up at him, “Oh whatever, Hen. You eat your greens, beans, potatoes and tomatoes, while I get fat by munching on some sweet, sweet, delicious chocolate muffins.”

He sends you a smirk from across the aisle. It was always fun to do mundane things, like going to get coffee together or grocery shopping, when he was home from filming. The last year you went to university it was very hard to be away from him for such a long time, especially when you still lived in Europe. You would fly over to England once in a blue moon, when Henry was in London and your schedule would allow it. Other times your relationship existed out of phone and video calls. It was a rough period, if you have to be honest. But It made the two of you closer and your bond stronger. It’s true what they say, absence does make the heart grow fonder.

You let Henry know you were going to get the ingredients for the muffins and start pushing the shopping cart in the direction of the baking supplies. As you walk back to the fresh produce section, you get distracted. So many colorful packaging was just screaming your name…

“What the- lovey! I thought you were going to get your muffin ingredients,” Henry cackles and almost doubles over seeing the now full shopping cart.

It took you a second to answer, a bit too focused on his beautiful face and the smile lines that appeared when he laughed. You quickly try to defend yourself, so he doesn’t think you have no self-control, even though, you know your eyes were bigger than your stomach.

“No! I did get them, they’re just underneath the other bags,” you trail off, eyes drifting to the floor. You sigh, “I just saw this aisle with all the snacks. These magnificent snacks. And, Hen, I’ve never wanted anything more in my whole life! And, Hen-Henry! Henry, listen! Stop laughing at me! It was a moment of weakness! You can’t judge me! You don’t even know how they taste, I promise you, you will understand once you take a bite of everything!”

Henry wipes away a small tear at the corner of his eye and kisses the top of your head. You stroll around the aisles, trying to work through the rest of your grocery list, but suddenly you stop dead in your tracks.

“Hen,” you say, trying to get his attention. He gives you a hum in return, letting you know he heard you, “why on god’s green earth does my grocery list say ‘sex’?” You tilt your head up to his face, seeing a bashful grin.

You shake your head, clicking your tongue disapprovingly, “it isn’t even on top of the list! You put your oatmeal protein shake before sex, fuck, you even put curry before sex, you really need to get your priorities straight!”

After getting some more stuff, like pak choi, steak, tofu and the ingredients for Henry’s beloved curry you always make him, you walk to the register.

The petite Asian lady gives you a smile and takes a little peak at Henry, who was too busy looking at the various Chinese cough drops that are displayed in front of the counter. Her brows rise behind her thick glasses, “哇，大帅哥。你很幸运啊。” (Wow, big handsome man. You are very lucky, ah.) She says, turning back to you and winking. You can’t help but chuckle. Grinning you send her an ‘I know’-look.

Hearing your laugh, Henry looks over his shoulder with a questioning look. But you just smile and shake your head.

You two quickly get everything in the reusable shopping bags you brought with you. It was getting late and more people were getting off of work and wanted to do some last-minute grocery shopping. Henry takes both of the flower printed bags and the two of you walk to the car. It was getting colder, your breath turning into puffs of smoke. You look up at the sky glooming over you. They promised snow tonight.

Seeing Henry load the bags in the trunk, his ass proudly sticking out in the air, you give it a pinch. You just couldn’t resist. It was just there, so you better make use of the situation.

Feeling your hand touch his behind, Henry turns around, an unamused look on his face.

“Excuse me, miss. But that is mine,” he says, really playing up his posh accent. “I sure hope you disinfected those filthy little paws of yours.” He cutely scrunches his nose, doing a once over and trying so hard to keep himself from smiling, but failing miserably. He turns back around and arranges the bags in the booth so they won’t tip over.

There is a moment of silence, just the noise from cars driving up and off the parking. From the corner his eye Henry sees the stare you give him but ignores it with a small smirk.

“You know,” you begin with a cheeky undertone, making him curious, “I bet I could kick your ass,” you grin, looking at him and trying to gauge his reaction.

“What was that, doll?”

“You heard me, big lad!”

“Oh really?” He asks and looks at you, towering over you like a brick wall. His eyes glimmering with mischief. Yeah, no, this was NOT a good idea.

You squirm a little and a small nervous giggle leaves your lips.

“Yes, I can. Watch m-AHHHH! HENRY!” You squeal as he lifts you and throws you over his shoulder, fully forgetting you are in public. “Let me down, you caveman!” You laugh, slapping his left ass cheek. But he ignores your plea and just slaps your ass in return.

Wiggling a little, you challenge him, “Beat me up! Come on, do it!”

He turns his head and playfully bites the exposed skin by your hip, making you shriek like a little kid.

Henry lets out a loud belly laugh and puts you back on your feet. As soon as the tips of your Dr. Martens touch the pavement, you get pushed against the car. Trapping you between the icy cold black metal and his warm body. His arm goes around your waist and pulls you closer to his front.

“I love you.” The words are hushed but you hear them loud and clear, making a shiver go down your spine. The both of you look at each other, completely enamored and grinning like idiots. Noses and the apples of your cheeks rosy, bitten from the cold.

“I love you too,” you whisper back. His hand glides inside your coat and underneath the thick knitted jumper you finished to other day. He just needed to feel you. You lean up a little and gently push your lips to his, adoring the familiar warmth that fell over you whenever you’d kiss. Before you can come in for a second smooch, he frowns at you.

“Thought you were going to beat my ass?” He mocks, trying to imitate your accent.

Lightly tapping your finger against your chin, you pretend to be in thought.

“Well, this is much more fun.”

“Hmm, agreed,” he grins, already eyeing your red swollen lips and tilting his head towards yours.

You hear heavy footsteps coming closer, the wooden floorboards slightly creaking under the weight. It was getting dark outside, the overhead lights in the kitchen casting a homey hue down on the oak countertops. Your ‘cooking playlist’ was filling the room with some gentle tunes. You also had a ‘dancing in the kitchen playlist’ but that one was mostly used in the mornings. You hum along to the melody when stirring in the stew you were preparing for the evening, rocking your hips side to side. The stew was softly bubbling away, spreading an amazing aroma around the house.

The footsteps stop behind you. A moment later two big, sweater wrapped arms envelop around you, delicately caressing you. Henry lovingly pulls your loose braid to the side and places his head onto your shoulder, trying to get a peak at what was in front of you on the stove.

“What smells so good in here?” Just then Henry’s stomach makes a loud grumbling noise from the mouthwatering smell going on in the kitchen, you chuckle.

He had been gaming before this, you could hear the tiredness in his voice, it was a bit lower and more hoarse than normal. Whenever he was tired like this, he’d just turn into your big cuddly bear, you loved it.

Dinner was almost done. You made one of the dishes your grandma used to make for you when you were younger. You won’t lie, it was pretty difficult at first to decipher the little recipe she send you in the post, but now you knew it by heart.

“Cantonese style braised beef stew with white radish, bean curd sheets and a side of rice,” you inform him and brush your hand over his, that was placed on your stomach. Hearing that, he has to make sure he’s not drooling.

“And for dessert…” You nod your head toward the piping hot apple crumble pie currently cooling on the kitchen island. “We still have some vanilla ice cream if you want to have that with your pie. I know you want to be healthy, but I just really wanted to make a pie and this one does have filling,” you ramble, joking on the last part about the filling. He probably thought you were pestering him with his diet that most likely didn’t allow him to eat it.

You wince a bit, feeling him tense against you. “You don’t have to eat it, my love, promise!”

“No petal, you’re just… you’re just so perfect,” Henry admits, pressing a kiss just below the strap of the pistachio green apron you were wearing, nuzzling his nose in your tousled hair.

It was a gloomy Saturday morning in London. If your alarm hadn’t gone off, you wouldn’t have known it was morning already.

Yesterday after dinner, the two of you cuddled up on the sofa, under a warm blanket with Kal snuggled up on your lap. His head resting in your lap, while his tail occasionally slapped Henry in the face, making you burst out laughing and Henry almost choke on the fur. The akita would fondly press his snout deeper against you, really loving the head scratches he was receiving. Both you and Henry were fully satisfied with the tasty dinner you had paired with a glass of wine and were now cheekily flirting with each other while watching a detective movie, of which you missed the plot because you were, well, differently occupied…

Now the bedroom held a calm, soft aura, a dim light streaming in through the linen curtains. You let out a little whimper, not wanting to leave the bubble you are in and stretch out your limbs. A bit sore from sleeping in a weird angle, amongst other things. Behind you, you hear a small sound of protest and before you know it, you are engulfed by a strong arm. Henry hides his face in the side of your neck, keeping his eyes closed, groaning, clearly displeased with the fact it was morning already.

You smile, this was your favorite kind of morning. Warm and cozy in bed, cuddling with your boyfriend. You turn around, careful to not let any cold air under the duvet, your arm going around the large form beside you and curling your fingers in the mess of curly hair. Henry moaned, burying his face lower, between your breasts. Now fully content and still a bit dazed by sleep, he lets out the most awful snore. Even though he sounded like a drowning goat when he snored, you couldn’t do anything other than coo and gently scratch your fingers on his scalp, lovingly gazing at the man beside you.

“Are we going to be lazy couch potatoes today?” You chuckle, placing a kiss on his forehead, wild curls tickling your nose as you do so. Your voice was still a little raspy, but Kal apparently still heard you, and pushed open the door to come snuggle in bed with his favorite humans.

“What time is it?” Henry groans.

“Around 8.”

“We can be busy bees if you want,” Henry whispered against the swell of your breast, peppering delicate kisses on the bare skin. “Or better yet, busy bunnies.”

Kal was now situated on the end of the bed, head on his paws while the serenity of the room made him doze off. His dad on the other hand was now slowly waking up, as his hand crept lower and lower over your body. You giggled and pushed his hand away.

“There is a child present ,” you motion towards a sleeping Kal, who lays stretched out on the feathery duvet, already heading off to dreamland looking content as ever. Henry lifts his head, peering at his buddy and snorts, “he’s seen much worse, haven’t you bear?” But he doesn’t get acknowledged.

Laying his head back, he reaches up to push your hair out of your face before grabbing your cheek and pulling you down for a kiss. He places three kisses on your swollen lips, lightly sucking on the bottom one.

“May-,” you try to say something, but he just pushes his mouth harder against yours. Quickly taking the opportunity to stop you from making excuses. A hoarse chuckle rumbles from his chest, as he wraps you in his arms.

“Stop talking, woman, and kiss me back.” You let out a small moan and grip the curls you were playing with moments ago. He deepens the kiss slightly, tongue invading your mouth, surprising you. A subdued hum escapes your mouth, resulting in him grabbing the back of your neck, as the other rests on your hip. The kiss gets deeper and more passionate as the minutes go by. Getting a bit overwhelmed you pull back slowly, softy panting.

“Hmm, so sweet, darling,” he says smugly, earning a little smack to the chest as a bright blush covers your cheeks. Like it wasn’t already hard enough to resist him and stay in the warm bed all morning, he does this. Henry rolls your naked body over so you’re straddling him, a large hand wraps itself around your hair. He tugs, not too hard though, so he has more access to shower open mouthed kisses on your neck and chest. Leaving you a breathless mess on top of him. His hands trail from the top of your back to your rear, squeezing your cheeks before giving them a fast slap, making you take in a breath.

From all the shuffling, little snickers and kissing noises, Kal woke up and groaned, irritated that his humans couldn’t just hanky-panky somewhere else. With a last disapproving look, he jumps off the bed, landing with a thump. From the sound of paws hitting the wooden floor and toddling down the stairs, you look over your shoulder, duvet falling down so you sat there fully naked, much to Henry’s delight.

Then you felt it. It was normal for Henry to get hard in the morning. To be honest, he would be a bit worried if his cock wasn’t hard first thing when waking up.

Involuntarily you grind down, drawing a heavy moan from deep in his chest. Holding intense eye contact with him, you start humping over his bare front, mewling like a kitten in heat. It was embarrassing how he had you wrapped around his finger. A cheeky smile formed on his face, “look who came around.” Your body was practically begging for sex.

Pouting, you keep on moving your hips in a tantalizing slow rhythm, scratching at his hairy chest. Making sure you kept your eyes on his, he licked his three middle fingers and a second later you feel him reaching between your thighs, wiping his fingers down your slit. Tensing up a little, you try to hold back a grunt at the sensation.

“Oh darling,” he started, his voice going an octave lower, “what a mess you’ve made.”

He pulls back and observes your reaction when he pops his finger in his mouth.

“Wet and sweet, like always.”

“You are so nasty,” you whisper in total awe at what he manages to do to your body. He snickers and you quickly grab his hand, pushing it back between your thighs, “I didn’t tell you to stop, though.”

Your jaw goes slack, the moment you feel his thick fingers moving in and out of you. He was hitting just the right spot, making you groan and throw your head back. He felt like he couldn’t hold back anymore, he quickly flips you over so he’s on top of you, fully trapping you underneath his body and smashes his mouth on yours. Everything was happening so fast that you couldn’t pay attention to every incredible thing he was making you feel. Taking his cock in hand, he rubs his shaft against you, up and down, pressing it so you could feel the length. You look up at him, veins bulging in his neck, eyes dark, face already becoming flushed. God, he was so sexy. Grabbing your legs, he pushes your knees back so you were completely spread open and at his mercy.

He curses under his breath and lines himself up with you sticky center. Stifling your moans and pants, by pressing his lips to yours, when he slowly sinks his thick cock inside.

“Oh my god,” you whine, feeling him stretching your walls apart, pushing himself deeper and deeper.

“Y’feel so warm and tight, my love. M’so hard it hurts.” Henry whines against your lips, lacing his fingers in between yours. He trails kisses in your neck and under your ear, trying to get as close to you as possible. He loved feeling your body against his. Your walls were so plushy and wet for his cock, he wanted to stay buried in you forever.

“M’gonna make you feel so good, darling,” he whispers in your ear. You whine softly, getting worked up, “please.”

He smirked, obviously liking your plea.

Instead of giving you a nice, hard pounding, Henry wanted to go slow. It was still very early in the morning, the both of you still barely awake and he wanted to savor this moment with you.

“Oh, Hen-,” you pant softly, loving every bit of it. As he pushes deeper into you, you can feel his entire weight pressing down against you. The weight comforted you in a sense, like others would with a weighted blanket. He prolonged his strokes, making sure that when he slid out you could feel every centimeter of him, but then slid back in quickly.

“Fuck.” He grumbles into your neck, “feels so good, love,” he praises, nibbling on the skin under your ear, grabbing a handful of your hair pulling it back. You move you hands from his grasp and push them up his broad shoulders, pulling him closer to you.

“So good,” you moan out to him, feeling his cock nudge at the extremely sensitive spot deep inside your core. He lifts his head to look at you, seeing your mouth formed into the letter ‘o’, head tilted back into the cloud-like pillow and eyes screwed shut. A string of desperate moans falls from your lips.

This was what he loved, seeing his love, his girl react to the way he was pleasuring her. Just looking at you in this state made his orgasm coil up in the pit of his tummy. He never would have dreamed that another person could give him this feeling, the feeling of utter bliss when you were together. The unconditional love he felt for you was indescribable.

Henry continues to thrust into you and attaches his lips to yours, feeling you squeeze around him. You manage to spread your legs even wider and wrap them securely around his slim waist, digging your heels just above the globes of his perfectly sculpted ass.

He was aiming his stokes into the deepest part of you and you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your release.

“Fuck,” you whimper out to him, digging your nails into the skin of his back. He knew you were about to cum. You let out another loud moan.

“Come on, petal. Cum f’me,” he pants, trying to coax you. Hearing the almost desperate tone in his voice, combined with the sound of him slapping his hips to yours and the feeling of his cock moving in and out of you was becoming overwhelming.

“Oh my god!” A loud moan ripples through you, the feeling of your release coming near.

“Almost, my love,” he moans, speeding up the pace of his thrust. He inhales sharply, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulls you up, quickly pounding into you. Completely losing control, trying to get deeper as if that was possible and lets his forehead rest against yours. With one last push of his hips, you get to your breaking point and cum, screaming. Henry feels your walls clamp around him and let’s go, fully satisfied. The noise he made was an orgasm on its own. He keeps himself against you when he lets go inside of you. You could feel Henry’s cum filling you as you slowly come down from your high. You feel his cum dripping out of you, almost proud of what you made him do.

He is about to roll off of you to cuddle up beside you, but you stop him by tightening your legs around him. “Please stay like this,” you whisper, your brain still a bit muddled by the amazing orgasm you just had seconds ago. He smiles down at you.

“Don’t be a silly goose,” he kisses your nose, “I would crush you,” Henry says endeared with a cheeky grin and pulls you into his side. You feel warm and safe. You yawn, blinking away when your eyes become watery.

“I can’t move,” biting your bottom lip, you snuggle closer to him, “and my throat hurts like hell.”

Henry lowers his hand to your ass and gives it a firm squeeze, “I’m not surprised. Oh doll, the sounds you were making,” he bites his bottom lip, closing his eyes.

You laugh and roll your eyes. Henry nipped at your neck, making you erupt into a fit giggles. He chuckles, leaving a kiss on the spot he had just bitten.

Henry trails his hands up and down your back. You closed your eyes and tangle your leg in between his, really liking the feeling. His chest was heavenly and just being in his arms felt amazing. He almost lulled you back to sleep the moment he began to run his fingers through your hair.

“That good, huh? Almost fucked you back to sleep,” he chuckles.

“It was alright, I guess,” you tease him. He raises his eyebrows, eyes twinkling with joy.

“How would you rate the experience?”

Tilting your head to look up at him, “Hmm, ten I guess.”

He looked very pleased with that.

“Out of twenty,” you finish.

“OUT OF TWENTY?” He sobered up, staring at your face with a shocked expression.

You snicker, climbing into his lap, “No, honey, I was just joking, I’m sorry.” A big pout forming on your face, making you look oh so innocent.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to put you up on all fours and take you like that, don’t tempt me,” he says, shaking his head. Wiggling your brows you grin and kiss the dimple on his chin.

“As much as I would enjoy that, I think Kal has to go potty and we have to eat.”

After some hushed pillow talk and hoarse giggles between the silky sheets, you two decide to move downstairs and start making some fresh coffee. When you lift your body out of the bed, a light throbbing shoots between your legs. You almost fall back into the mattress, making Henry roar with laughter. You end up getting a piggy back ride down the stairs, only wearing a v-neck shirt from Henry that fell just below the curve of your ass and showed plenty of cleavage. Your lilac panties were fully on display and your almost black hair looked like a lion’s main on top of your head, but you didn’t care.

The both of you were still in that bubbly, fulfilled state of mind, looking like two drugged out kids, wearing blissful smiles. When you got to the kitchen, Kal bounded around the corner, coming from the sitting area, his tail wildly sweeping through the air. Eyes sparkling with happiness when he saw his parents finally had left the bed.

“早上，宝宝” (morning, baby) You greet him, still on Henry’s back. Kal gives you a high “woof” as to say good morning back. After living with Henry and Kal for around eight months now, the akita started to pick up on a few Chinese phrases. He even decided the pet name ‘宝宝’ (bao bao), which means baby or darling, was only to be applied on him and nobody else.

Every time you would video call with your Chinese speaking friends, and they talked about or to their children, Kal would cheerfully patter over, thinking they were cooing at him instead of the small infant in the background. But you thought it was the sweetest thing ever, he was your little fur baby after all.

“I’m going to make us some omelets, is that alright with you, darling,” Henry asked, already opening the fridge and looking for the carton of eggs.

“Yeah, ‘course,” you call out to him. You give Kal his breakfast and receive many, wet kisses in return. Shuffling back over to your boyfriend, you lean against the dark green counter with its wooden countertops, and look at him carefully chopping up some bell peppers and onion, only wearing his joggers and a tank top. You were a lucky girl, and you knew it. Henry sends you a grin and winks before turning back to cutting the vegetables.

You begin to brew some fresh coffee for Henry, and put on the kettle for your morning tea. While he was finishing up breakfast, you start to read the newspaper to him. He absolutely adored it when you’d read to him, due to your accent becoming more noticeable. Kal came over to you, stuffing his wet nose against the hand you held out to him. “You’re such a good boy, Kal. Yes, you are,” you tell him in a baby voice, “you’re my little angel aren’t you? 我的小天使”

You clean the table, after eating your breakfast and get ready for the day. Henry was already out to go on a walk with Kal. It did indeed snow last night and everything outside was hidden underneath a thin sheet of white snow, so you made sure Henry was wrapped up in a thick scarf you made him and a black beanie. After giving you a kiss as if he was off to fight in a war, he and Kal happily walked through the front door, into the freezing cold. Him whistling and Kal buzzing with excitement.

Brushing your teeth and doing your makeup, you dance through the bathroom, in a good mood. You grab your phone that was propped up against the mirror, planning to put on the podcast you had been enjoying lately. You freeze seeing all the notifications, not having heard your phone due to it being on ‘quiet’. You swallow.

Oh shit.

There you were, plastered on the internet for everyone to see and laugh at. You and Henry making out on the parking lot of the Chinese supermarket. Was he going to be angry with you? It was your fault for teasing him after all. Oh no no no…

‘Henry Cavill and girlfriend were spotted having a steamy make out session outside local grocery store’

The headline read, making your face as red as a tomato. Trying to fight against it, you couldn’t hold yourself from reading the next paragraph.

Being in the middle of winter, doesn’t stop these two lovebirds from having a heated make out session in a parking lot!

Yesterday early in the evening, Witcher-superstar Henry Cavill was spotted with (to some) much younger girlfriend, designer, Y/N Y/L/N. The two have recently confirmed their relationship with an Instagram post from Cavill, showing a candid of Y/N, with the short caption ‘My sunshine enjoying the sun shine’. Last month Vogue came out with a video featuring Y/L/N in which Cavill and his dog Kal made an appearance, making fans go wild. It seems like the two really are living the life and we are excited to see more of them together!

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This was it. You could already hear your sweet grandma, praying to the ancestors to forgive you for your sins, lighting all the incense she could find. You were a disgrace to the family now. It wasn’t that you were ashamed or felt bad about doing it, hell, everybody in the position would gladly sit on Henry’s shoulders and stick their tongue down his throat. You were just disappointed you got caught.

From downstairs you hear the door close with a loud thump and the pitter-patter from Kal’s nails on the hardwood floor, letting you know your two boys were back home. You nervously descend the flight of stairs, holding your head low and tightly clutching your phone in hand.

“Hey, lovey! you really missed something, Kal and I could practically ice skate over the walking trails, it was so much fun!” Henry says enthusiastically as he hears you wander into the living room. You ignore him and plop down on the couch.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, not meeting his eyes.

A frown makes its way onto his face.

“What are you sorry for, sweet girl?” His eyes hold a concerned look, not understanding what you were talking about. You huff out a breath and hand him your phone so he could see the article.

A roaring laugh sounds through the open space, making your head shoot up. “Yeah, I saw it this morning when I went and checked my Instagram,” he chuckles, face still rosy from going outside.

“We really gave the paparazzi a field day, didn’t we?” He continues.

“Your ass looks great in this pic, though. Look,” pointing to the one were he had you lifted over his shoulder, but softens his voice when he sees how tense you were.

“Aw, doll, loosen up, I’m not mad or anything, if that’s what you think. I’m rather pleased now that everybody can see how happy we are and how much joy you bring me,” he lets you know nonchalantly, pressing a smooch to your forehead and starts to march towards the kitchen.

“You want another cuppa, lovey?”

And just like that, you were back in your good mood, perplexed at how well he took all of this.

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facts

♫ pairing: hwang hyunjin x female reader

♫ genre: fluff, crack (seriously, do not question how i came up with this), domestic au, established relationship au

♫ warnings: mentions spiders, and mentions use of alcohol?

♫ word count: 1.5k

♫ prompt: “are you drunk?” “not nearly enough” from this prompt list !

♫ a/n: this was actually a request from @starteez and dedicated to her as a very very belated birthday present <33 hope you like it :)))

♫ summary: hyunjin gets super drunk and has a Crisis, meanwhile you just wanted to watch the latest episode of your favourite drama.

♫ tagging: @jadezircon @mostlikelynotmelissa and @potato2earth - let me know if you would like to be part of the tag list !

You sighed, settling into the couch, tub of ice cream, and tv remote in hand.

It was Friday night. Otherwise known as you and Hyunjin’s drama night, in which you’d watch the latest episode of the most recent drama the two of you were hooked on. However, today, Hyunjin had decided to go out for drinks with Felix, ditching you and your drama night. Initially, you were annoyed (not that he was hanging out with his friends but more so that he messed with your tradition), but you realised that you could just watch it without him. I mean... he was going out and having fun, who’s to say that you can’t do the same by chilling with your favourite characters and finding out about whatever dark secrets they had been just about to reveal in the previous episode. Okay... the latter of that was your main motivation for it. You’re not that lonely or sad.

Nodding resolutely, you scooped your ice cream, settling into the couch as the drama played, your attention fixated on the screen.

The sharp buzz of your phone startled you out of your immense concentration, the caller ID flashing to reveal your boyfriend, Hyunjin.

Your eyes widened in panic, your hands knocking the ice cream off of your lap as you reached around for the TV remote. The phone buzzed continuously, ringing as you fumbled around for the off button, leaving you breathless as you picked up the phone on the final ring,

“He—“

“Y/NNNN~” Hyunjin whined into the phone, his breathing heavy.

“Hyunjin? What’s wrong? Are you crying? ...Are you drunk?” You closed your eyes, only to open them again in confusion as you heard sniffling on the other end of the phone.

“Not nearly e-enough! I-I don’t w-want to be e-eaten.” He sobbed into the phone.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion,

“What?” Your tone coming out sharper than expected, eliciting more sobs from Hyunjin.

“F-felix w-was telling me about how f-female s-spiders e-eat their m-mates, and now I’m scared and I’m n-never coming h-home because y-you’re going to e-eat me.” Hyunjin breathed, between sobs.

...What?

“Excuse me? Why would I eat you. Felix was talking about spiders.” You said, slightly offended by his drunk comparisons.

He breathed deeply,

“Y-you know how the other day we were watching a Marvel movie and y-you k-know what you s-said? You said that the c-character you r-relate with t-the m-most with is Black Widow!” He exclaimed, almost hysterical.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, as he spoke incoherently at the phone, sobs heaving out of him as if he had just witnessed something deeply distressing. Well... what his drunk mind was picturing was slightly distressing, so it made sense.

“Well yes, because she’s a strong, independent female lead. Anyway, you’re too drunk to understand any of that. Hyunjin. Where are you?”

“I’m not telling you! Y-you can’t come to Felix’s house!” Hyunjin attempted to ward you off before realising his mistake a second later. “FELIX! Y/N’s COMING! She’s going to eat us—“

You hung up on him, grabbing your keys and heading out the door... ignoring the melting ice cream on the floor.

As soon as you reached Felix’s apartment you flung the door wide open, apologising profusely as a wincing Felix came out from behind, guiding you to your extremely drunk boyfriend.

Not noticing your entrance, Hyunjin had positioned himself quite... oddly, so that his head was on the rug on the floor but his legs were on the couch, a hand flung dramatically on his forehead, and another hand on the floor, not too dissimilar to someone doing a one-handed snow angel.

He looks like a four-year-old...

You cleared your throat behind him, approaching him tentatively. Whipping around, his eyes widened when they landed on you, panic flashing through them as he scrambled to sit upright.

“What are you doing here?” His words, although slightly slurred, still portrayed fear that was not well-founded at all. How his drunken state got to thinking you were a spider was beyond you, but then again, he was drinking with Felix, so who knows what went down there.

“I came to pick you up since you’re um. Drunk.” You raised your eyebrows, stating the obvious.

“No! You’re not allowed to take me back to your web.” He stumbled forward, couch cushion in hand in an attempt to ward you off.

Web? Oh my god...

“Can you— ugh. I’m not a spider! I’m not going to eat you! You’re my boyfriend, for God’s sake, and I love you, and I’m not a cannibal. Besides, you wouldn’t be very delicious, you’re mostly just muscle.” You sighed, raising your arms in frustration and defeat.

Hyunjin’s eyes widened in offence, placing a hand on his chest and stepping back, tears started to well in his eyes.

“I— oh no. What? Why are you crying again?” You panicked, settling him on the couch, rubbing his back soothingly as you mentally cursed his current over sensitive state.

“Y-you really t-think I w-wouldn’t be d-delicious?” He sobbed louder into your shoulder, as you rubbed soothing patterns on his back.

You rolled your eyes,

He’s so drunk.

“This conversation is so concerning, and one that I want to discontinue at all costs. I'm not a spider, and I'm not going to eat you. I don't want to comment on... that.” You deadpanned.

“How did you guys even get this drunk?” You glanced between Hyunjin and Felix who had emerged from the kitchen, ice pack on his slightly bruised face.

“It was all him. I asked him if he wanted to come over and watch the latest episode of this drama we’re both really into. He started drinking as soon as we started watching because he didn’t want to remember any of it so that when he watches it with you his reactions are genuine. Eventually, he got too drunk to even sit still, so we turned it off and started talking about stuff.” Felix shrugged.

“...and you somehow got to talking about spiders?” You asked, unimpressed.

“We were baking because he wanted to make you cookies, since he felt guilty...for basically watching nothing. I guess he still felt guilty for the action. Anyway, he freaked out after seeing a spider. Hyunjin, plus being drunk and his usual dramatic self is not fun. Especially when spiders are involved. I told him that fact because it was at the top of my head and he gave up on the cookies and started freaking out about you. Speaking of the cookies, I should probably check on them. You need to take this home before the rest of the guys come here if you want to have any of it.” He headed to the kitchen, leaving you and Hyunjin alone in the living room.

“Hyunjin, why didn’t you just stay home if you were just going to watch the drama? You know that today is drama night.” You crossed your arms, directing your attention once again to your sniffling boyfriend.

“I didn’t want to cry in front of youuu,” he sobbed. “I didn’t know what was going to happen next and I thought they might break up and I just...” he trailed off.

“You know that makes no sense right? You’re literally sobbing in front of me now. Also, you’re my boyfriend, I’m supposed to be there for you, tears and all. Besides, we’ll probably both be sobbing if the main characters broke up. We’ve shipped them too much for that to not be devastating.“ You said resolutely, your gaze softening as you looked at him, snuggling closer to you.

“I knowww.”

“Come on, let’s go home. There’s a tub of ice cream waiting for the both of us.”

Your drama night was postponed to Saturday seeing as soon as the two of you arrived at your apartment, Hyunjin collapsed and fell into a deep sleep on the couch... and your ice cream was on the floor, melted and no longer edible.

Leading you to Saturday night, where you and Hyunjin were snuggled together on the couch, wrapped in a blanket burrito, eating the cookies he baked yesterday, alongside a new tub of ice cream, whilst bawling your eyes out.

“I told you,” he sniffed “I knew this would happen.”

Your tear-filled eyes blurred your vision as you tried to focus on the crying characters on the screen, reaching for another tissue,

“I know, but it’s not as bad when we’re watching it together, and besides, these cookies are incredible with ice cream.” You snuggled into him and gave him a watery smile.

“Hey, as long as you’re not a spider and about to eat me, I’m all for our drama nights and cuddles,” Hyunjin smirked.

You pushed him lightly,

“Oh my god... how do you even remember any of the stuff you said? You were ridiculous.”

“I don’t know but the fact still holds.”

“It’s not even a fact! I'm human!”

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senor-cummies · 3 years

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Happy post a wip saturday! Here we have Revali's gay panic. It looks cute on him ;)

"You're just mad because I caused your gay awakening." Revali drew back, his eye brows knitting.

"Wha...What are you talking about?" He squawked, cheeks going red.

"I have never, and will never, have any form of attraction to you or anyone like you! The very implications of such are--are...Well they're beyond asinine! They're doltish! Brainless! Idiotic!" Revali sputtered, his words tripping over themselves in his embarassment as he tried to string together an insult.

Link just looked back at him in amusement.

"You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid."

Revali paused, beak hanging open. He blinked a few times, and then snapped his beak shut and tucked his head under.

"I--I do not!"

"Then why are you blushing~"

Revali pulled his scarf up over his cheeks.

"I--I-I--I-" he cleared his throat, straightening his shoulders with a little shiver. "I'm not. My father was a Cardinal, I have naturally bright red undertones to my plumage!"

Link's smirk only grew the more he tried to deny it.

"You do wanna fuck me," he giggled, standing and slowly walking around the table, to Revali.

"I... don't." Revali recoiled at how much like a question that sounded. Link placed the delicate fingertips of his hand underneath Revali's beak, slowly turning his head so they would lock eyes.

"Yes," Link purred in a sultry voice that was about two steps from being a full on moan. "You want to pin down and fuck me until I can't breathe, don't you?"

Revali averted his gaze and Link moved his head until they locked eyes again.

"Don't you?" He could feel the Rito gulp.

"No." It came out shaky and uncertain, lacking all the confidence Revali had tried to put in it. Link hummed, pulling his chair back so he could plop down lightly on Revali's lap.

"It's okay to be shy, Vali, but you shouldn't lie about your feelings." Link slowly started undoing the leather ties that held together Revali's snow quill armor.

"I'm not shy and I have no feelings to hide!"

Link pushed the cloth down off of Revali's wings, reaching around to undo the laces of his corset.

"If that were true, and you didn't want me, you would've pushed me off of you a long time ago." Link smirked, pressing his hands flat on the Rito's chest and grinding down on his semi hard cock.

"It's alright, Vali, really. If it makes you feel less embarrassed," he leaned forward, whispering in his ear.

"I wanna fuck you too."

Revali's eyes flew open. He looked to his side to Link, sleeping peacefully in the bed next to him, and then down at the wet spot he was making on his blankets. He ran his hand down his face.

"What the fuck was that?" He sat up in the bed, trying his best to will away his erection.

"My first wet dream in almost 20 years and it was about him?"

Fun fact- this is from Send Me On My Way (aka the fic where Revali gets turned into a hylian)

#link botw #revali botw #botw link #botw revali #revalink #link x revali #revali x link #botw #breath of the wild #post a wip saturday #wip #exerpt from a story i'll never write #mandy writes shit

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lumosandnoxwriting · 3 years

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Kissing in the Snow - Adrian Pucey

Title: Kissing in the Snow Pairing: Adrian Pucey x Ravenclaw!Fem!Reader A/N: this is for @fandomscombine who wanted some fluff with Adrian!! There’s no summary because this genuinely has no real plot haha. Feedback is always welcome and requests are open! Tags: @feltondarling @pandaxnienke

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“He’s doing it again,” Rachel whispers as she leans towards Y/N.

Y/N can feel the blush creeping up her neck, and she turns her head just barely so she can see the Slytherin table out of the corner of her eye. Sure enough, Adrian Pucey is sitting in his usual spot between Theodore Nott and Marcus Flint and he’s staring right at her. She turns her head so she’s looking at her best friend again, a small smile on her face.

“That’s the third time this week,” Y/N points out excitedly.

“Not counting the time in potions when his cauldron bubbled over because he was too busy watching you,” Maya, Y/N’s other friend, reminds them.

“And he still hasn’t said anything to you?” Rachel asks.

Y/N shakes her head, resisting her urge to see if Adrian is still looking at her. Over the past month Y/N and her friends noticed that the Slytherin boy has taken an interest in her. It started with a few wayward glances during classes or meals but as time has gone on he’s gotten bolder and he’s settled on just straight up staring at Y/N any chance he gets. It’s caused quite a few awkward moments during class, but Y/N would be lying if she said she doesn’t enjoy the attention. The only thing Y/N would change is the fact that despite all the attention Adrian gives her, he’s yet to talk to her.

Maya bites her lip, sparing a glance over at the Slytherin table. “I mean he’s still looking. Maybe he doesn’t think you’re interested?”

Y/N shrugs. “You think? Should I like, look at him back?”

“Well I guess it all depends. Are you interested in him?” Rachel asks.

“I mean he is pretty cute,” Y/N muses, biting her lip. “And he gets decent marks. Not to mention the fact that he’s a great Quidditch player.”

“Bet he’s got a nice set of abs under that uniform too,” Maya teases with an eyebrow wiggle.

“Of course that’s all you’d care about you perv,” Rachel responds with an eyeroll. “But this isn’t about you and your crush on every male quidditch player in the school. This is about Y/N and her potential new boyfriend.”

“Woah, woah, woah. Who said anything about a boyfriend?” Y/N interrupts. “He hasn’t even said two words to me, I think you guys are getting a bit ahead of yourselves.”

Maya scoffs. “Oh please, don’t pretend like you haven’t thought about it. I saw you doodling hearts around his name on your Charms notes last week.”

“So you do have a crush on him,” Rachel giggles excitedly. “Why don’t you make a move on him.”

Y/N bites her lip, choosing to ignore her friends’ excited whispering for the time being. She turns around in her seat, allowing herself to make direct contact with Adrian for the first time. Much to Y/N’s surprise, he doesn’t look away. His eyebrows raise slightly, as if he’s challenging her, before he gives her a sly wink. Y/N’s cheeks flush pink and she immediately turns back around, just barely catching the smile on Adrian’s face.

“Okay, there. I looked at him. Now will you two shut up?” Y/N whispers, unable to keep the happiness she feels from creeping into her voice.

Y/N is in the middle of grinding up a Bicorn horn during potions class the next week when a crumpled up piece of parchment flies over her shoulder and lands on the table in front of her. Maya nudges her and winks, using her head to subtly gesture towards where Adrian is sitting. Y/N already knows that he’s been looking at her during class, she could feel his eyes on her as she moved around the room to gather the needed ingredients for the potion Snape had tasked them to make.

“Open it,” Rachel urges.

Y/N looks to make sure Snape is busy scolding the Weasley twins for Merlin knows what before she puts down the Bicorn horn and grabs the note. She hunches over to make sure neither of her friends can see what it says, her fingers shaking as she opens it up.

You look cute when you focus like that. I have to be careful or my cauldron will boil over again.

Y/N clutches the note to her chest, a faint blush adorning her cheeks. She lets herself read it a few more times, memorizing the loop of the letters. Y/N checks again to make sure Snape is preoccupied, before turning in her seat to look at Adrian. When their eyes connect her blush deepens, and he winks at her before looking away to scribble something else down. This time she catches the piece of parchment he tosses, and Y/N opens it.

Walk with me to lunch?

She bites her lip and looks back at Adrian. Y/N nods at him, her lips turning up into a smile when he grins at her.

It takes all of Y/N’s willpower to turn back around and continue working on her potion. It takes all of her focus to keep her mind from wandering towards Adrian, partially due to the fact that both Maya and Rachel fire question after question at her. They quiet down when Y/N promises to tell them everything at lunch, and she’s able to finish her work. When the bell finally rings for lunch Y/N packs her things up slowly, making sure to put the notes Adrian sent her into a pocket in her bag.

Rachel groans. “Will you hurry up?”

Y/N pauses so she can grin up at her friends. “You two go ahead. I’ll meet you at lunch.” Maya opens her mouth to question her, and Y/N tries to subtly gesture towards where Adrian is hovering by the door, clearly waiting for Y/N.

“Oh,” Maya sighs, getting the hint. “Rachel and I will meet you at lunch.” She sends Y/N a wink before grabbing Rachel’s arm and dragging her towards the exit. They both give Adrian a look as they pass, their giggles loud and clear as they head down the hall.

“Sorry about them,” Y/N apologizes as she comes to stand with Adrian. “They can be a bit much sometimes.”

Adrian smiles at Y/N as they start to head towards the Great Hall. “That’s okay. It’s kind cute actually, that they worry about you.” His hand wraps around the leather strap of her backpack as he watches her struggle to hitch it on her shoulder. “Let me carry that for you.”

Y/N blushes. “It’s fine, it’s fine, you don’t have to,” she stutters.

“I want to,” Adrian insists quietly, giving Y/N a reassuring smile. He winks at her as he takes the bag from her, slinging it on his shoulder like it weighs nothing. “Although you may have to give me a back massage afterwards,” he flirts.

“Name a time and place, I’ll be there,” Y/N responds cheekily, nudging him playfully.

“Don’t tease me, Y/N. Because I will absolutely take you up on that offer.” Adrian looks over at her as they slowly head up the stairs out of the dungeons. “I’m sorry for all the staring, by the way. I hope it didn’t creep you out too much. You just really are beautiful and it’s very distracting.”

Y/N blushes, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “No need to apologize, I didn’t mind at all. It was um, kinda nice actually.”

Adrian lets the back of his hand brush Y/N’s, and when she doesn’t pull away he links their pinkies. “Good, because I find it so hard not to look at you. You’re by far the most beautiful girl in the entire castle.”

“The entire castle? Are you sure about that?” Y/N asks playfully. “Even with all of those Beauxbatons girls fliting around the castle?” While Y/N had gotten to know a few of the girls from Beauxbatons, she couldn’t help but feel insecure around them. Their uniforms are far more flattering than her Hogwarts one, not to mention the fact that they all are drop dead gorgeous with alluring French accents.

“Y/N, not even Fleur Delacour holds a candle to your beauty,” Adrian assures her, squeezing Y/N’s pinky with his own.

“That is a load of rubbish, but I’ll let it slide because you’re cute,” Y/N teases. They reach the entrance to the Great Hall then and they both pause, turning to face each other. Y/N can feel her friend’s eyes burning holes in the back of her head and she shifts her weight from one foot to the other. “Thank you for walking me to lunch. And carrying my bag for me.”

“It was my pleasure, Y/N. But I will have to take you up on that offer for a back massage,” Adrian reminds her with a wink. He hands Y/N her backpack, letting his fingers graze the back of her hand. “Before you go,” he says quietly, grabbing Y/N’s wrist lightly. “I was wondering if you’d like to accompany me to Hogsmeade on Saturday?”

Y/N bites her lip and she can feel how hot her cheeks are. “I would like that a lot.”

“Great,” Adrian says, smiling at her. “I’ll meet you at the door to the castle at 11.”

“See you then.” Y/N waves at Adrian before turning on her heel and heading towards the Ravenclaw table, a swarm of butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

“Hi gorgeous,” Adrian greets as Y/N comes down the last few stairs towards him, a smile forming on his face as a warm blush creeps across her cheeks. Adrian has found that it’s quite easy to make Y/N blush, and he takes advantage of that fact every chance he gets. He thinks she looks even more beautiful with a pink tint to her cheeks.

“Hi,” Y/N responds, reaching out to take the hand Adrian offers her. He intertwines their fingers and brings their hands up to his mouth, pressing a brief kiss to the back of her hand. “You ready to go?�� Y/N asks, trying to hide some of her nerves.

“Now that you’re here, yes,” Adrian responds playfully, pulling Y/N closer to his side. They head out of the castle together, groups of their classmates swarming around them as they make the familiar trek down to Hogsmeade. Adrian just watches Y/N for a moment as they walk, dumbfounded by how beautiful she is. It took him nearly a month to work up the courage to speak to Y/N purely because his brain turns to mush every time he looks at her. Her hair is up in a delicate bun, a few long tendrils of hair framing her face, and it takes all of his willpower to not twist one around his finger.

Y/N watches Adrian out of the corner of her eye, still in disbelief that he wanted to go on a date with her. She’s had boys ask her out before, but none that were quite on Adrian’s level of desirability. He and some of his fellow quidditch teammates were often the topic of gossip during girl’s nights in the Ravenclaw common room, and a few of the Beauxbatons girls even inquired about his relationship status when they first arrived at the castle a few months prior. There are plenty of girls he could have given his attention to and while Y/N is surprised he’d chosen her, she’s also extremely happy.

“Are you enjoying the Triwizard tournament so far?” Y/N asks to break the silence that had fallen around them. “Or has Quidditch being cancelled made it too hard to enjoy?”

“I wasn’t too thrilled at first, I’m not going to lie,” Adrian chuckles. “But Flint and I still break our brooms out and pass the Quaffle around when we get a chance, which is better than nothing. Plus, that dragon thing was pretty sick.”

“I never thought I’d ever see a dragon that close in my life. It was about as thrilling as it was terrifying,” Y/N adds with a giggle. They reach Hogsmeade then and pause, neither of them sure where to go from here.

“Do you wanna go into that Madam Puddifoot’s place or whatever it’s called? That’s where Flint always gets dragged off to with Daphne,” Adrian suggest.

Y/N shakes her head, a shiver running down her spine. “Cho like to go there as well. But the place creeps me out if I’m honest.”

Adrian laughs. “Oh, thank Merlin, I feel the same way.” He bites his lip before giving Y/N a cheeky grin. “We could head into the bookstore. I’m sure that’s your favorite spot,” he teases.

“I get it, because I’m in Ravenclaw I like to read. Ha ha, very funny,” Y/N teases, shoving Adrian playfully. “Just for that the first round of Butterbeer is on you, Pucey.”

“Aw come on! It was a little funny!” Adrian laughs, letting Y/N drag him towards the Three Broomsticks. Once they push through the door Adrian reluctantly releases Y/N’s hand, nudging her towards the seating area. “You grab us a table, I’ll grab the drinks.”

Y/N nods and shoots Adrian a smile before going to find them a table. She’s heading towards a free table in the back corner when someone grabs her wrist and pulls her down into a booth. “I thought you guys promised to stay in the common room!” Y/N scolds, glaring at Rachel and Maya.

“No, we promised we wouldn’t follow you,” Rachel points out with an eyeroll.

“And we didn’t,” Maya points out with a laugh. “We got here first. So technically you’re following us.”

“Well technically you’re both annoying,” Y/N teases, flicking Maya’s ear.

“You two can fight later,” Rachel starts, giving Maya a look. “We only have a few minutes, how’s it going?”

Y/N blushes, fiddling with her fingers. “Good so far,” she admits with a small laugh. “He kept looking at me while we walked, and he held my hand.” Rachel and Maya squeal for a moment before Y/N shushes them. “Quiet I don’t want him to hear. He thought you guys being protective was cute, but I’m sure it’ll turn creepy quite fast. I’m gonna go, I’ll see you guys at dinner tonight.”

Y/N sneaks out of the booth and heads for the table she originally set her eyes on and she settles into a seat just as Adrian turns around, two frothy mugs of steaming Butterbeer in his hands. She waves him over, smiling as he approaches.

“Trying to hide on me?” Adrian jokes, placing the mugs down on the table. He slides into the chair next to Y/N, scooting as close to her as possible.

“More like trying to get you alone,” Y/N flirts, wrapping her hand around one of the mugs and pulling it closer to her. “Thanks for buying,” Y/N says quietly, taking a sip from the mug.

“Y/N I’d buy you the moon if it made you happy,” Adrian responds, smiling as her cheeks flush pink. He takes a sip from his own mug, letting the warm liquid calm his nerves.

“Not sure how that would work, but I appreciate the sentiment,” Y/N laughs. She smiles as Adrian puts his mug down since some of the foam is stuck to his upper lip. “You’ve got some um,” she starts gesturing towards his mouth.

Adrian chuckles, and Y/N watches in awe as his tongue swipes across his mouth, taking some of the foam with it. “Did I get it all?” he asks, his voice an octave lower than it normally is.

“Here, let me,” Y/N responds quietly, bringing her hand up towards his face. It takes all her concentration not to let her hand shake as the pad of her thumb brushes against his mouth, wiping the last bit of foam away. “There, all better.”

Adrian clears his throat, praying that the blush that now adorns his cheeks isn’t obvious. “Thanks.” He reaches out and tucks a piece of hair behind Y/N’s ear. “So, what do you like to do? When you’re not reading that is,” he jokes, winking at her.

Y/N shoves his shoulder, a shiver running down her spine when he grabs her hand and intertwines their fingers. “I really like to paint and draw actually. That’s why my backpack is so heavy, my giant sketchbook is in it.”

“That’s so cool. I like to doodle sometimes, but mostly when I’m not paying attention in class,” Adrian chuckles. “You’ll have to show me some of your stuff sometime.”

“I’d really like that,” Y/N says with a smile. A lot of the members of Y/N’s house are into some kind of art form, so her love of drawing and painting often goes unnoticed. She can’t remember the last time someone asked to see one of her pieces and the fact that Adrian is interested causes butterflies to rumble in her stomach. “I’m actually working on a sketch of Flitwick right now. He was trying to teach us all how to dance the other day for the Yule Ball and he had the funniest pair of dress robes on I’ve ever seen.”

“I can’t even imagine what that must have looked like,” Adrian muses with a laugh. “Snape was trying to teach us as well, though his lesson was less funny and more, disturbing.” He pauses to take a sip of his drink. “Although he did knock a fourth year over with his cloak when he did a spin and I laughed so hard I cried.”

Y/N laughs at that as well, unable to get the image of Snape dancing out of her mind. “Now that is something to see. I can’t even imagine Snape dancing. To me he only exists in the Potions classroom, I can’t imagine him just walking around living a normal life.”

“I know, right?” Adrian agrees. “Like he has to have hobbies or something, but all I can ever imagine him doing is sitting behind his desk starting at a wall.” Adrian bites his lip, watching as Y/N sips at her drink. “Speaking of the Yule Ball,” he says slowly. “You don’t have a date yet, do you?”

Y/N shakes her head a small smile on her face. “No, I was planning on just going with Rachel and Maya. A friend thing or whatever. Do you? Have a date?”

“Hopefully I will soon. After I ask you,” Adrian adds quickly, hoping his nervousness isn’t too obvious. “Y/N, will you be my date to the Yule Ball?”

Y/N squeezes Adrian’s hand. “Yes. Absolutely yes.”

Adrian and Y/N sit and talk until their drinks have long been finished and the sky has started to turn orange with the sunset, talking about anything and everything they can think of. They decide to head back to the castle as the students who were taking up tables start to leave in groups. Dinner will be served soon, and no one wants to miss that. Their walk back to the castle is surrounded by a comfortable silence, their intertwined hands slowly swinging between them.

“Can I walk you to potions on Monday?” Adrian asks as they reach the entrance to the Great Hall.

Y/N nods and her face turns beet red as Adrian leans in and presses a soft kiss to her cheek. “Thank you, for today.”

Adrian smiles at her, giving her hand a final squeeze. “It was my pleasure, Y/N. There’s no other way I’d like to spend my Saturday.”

“Wow, Y/N. You look incredible,” Adrian compliments dreamily as they come together in front of the Great Hall.

Y/N blushes as Adrian’s hand lands on her hip and he pulls her into his chest. Despite the fact that her and Adrian have spent nearly every moment together since their date at the Three Broomsticks, being close to him still makes her palms sweaty and erupts a swarm of butterflies in her stomach. “You don’t look too shabby yourself.”

Adrian smiles down at her, pressing a soft kiss to Y/N’s forehead. “We’re the hottest couple here I reckon.”

Couple. The word sends a tingle down Y/N’s spine and her knees quiver as Adrian intertwines their fingers and leads her into the Great Hall. It’s the first time either of them has defined their relationship, and it makes Y/N feel lightheaded.

“Wow,” Y/N gasps as they enter the Great Hall. “This doesn’t even look like we’re still at Hogwarts.” The room looks like the perfect Winter Wonderland, with a giant Christmas tree at the far end completing the décor.

“Maybe this shouldn’t have been our second date,” Adrian muses with a chuckle. “I don’t know how I’m ever going to top this.”

Y/N rolls her eyes playfully. “As long as you’re there with me it’ll be perfect.” She leans in and presses a kiss to his cheek. “Oh look, here come the champions.” They both turn to watch as the champions enter when Y/N feels Adrian wrap an arm around her waist before he pulls her into his chest.

“Fleur isn’t even half as beautiful as you,” Adrian whispers, causing goosebumps to erupt down Y/N’s neck.

As the champions start to dance Y/N turns around in his embrace and playfully slaps him on the shoulder. “I’m already your date, no need to be so sappy,” she teases.

Adrian chuckles as his free hand comes up to cup Y/N’s cheek. He pulls their lips together, and kisses Y/N sweetly. She melts into his embrace, her arms wrapping around his neck to pull him as close as possible.

“Come dance with me,” Adrian murmurs, pulling Y/N onto the dance floor. His hands settle on Y/N’s hips and her hands grip his shoulders tightly as they start to sway back and forth.

Fake snow starts to fall from the ceiling and Y/N tilts her head back, giggling as the flakes start to land on her face. “I don’t know if I’m ever going to be able to celebrate Christmas normally after all of this.”

Adrian reaches up to brush some of the snow off of Y/N’s cheeks, smiling when she looks back at him. “I want you to be my girlfriend,” he says suddenly shocking them both. “I-I mean,” Adrian stutters, his cheeks turning a light pink color. “Will you be my girlfriend, Y/N?”

Instead of answering Y/N pulls Adrian into a slow kiss, their bodies still gently swaying as the snow falls all around them.

#adrian pucey #Adrian pucey imagine #Harry Potter fanfiction #ap #golden

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kythed · 3 years

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cold war

semi eita x reader

synopsis: how many degrees does it take to melt semi eita? (ficmas day 2!)

“Why would you ever apply for a job at an ice rink,” he says, tone thickly frosted with annoyance, “if you can’t even skate?”

You blink up at your co-worker from the ice, the seat of your pants growing uncomfortably damp. Giggling children and lovesick couples glide by, all far more proficient skaters than you are. You offer the boy standing above you sheepish smile. “It just pays better than babysitting, I guess.”

He doesn’t laugh, just exhales heavily through his nose and hoists you up by the forearm with an unnecessarily harsh grip.

“Ouch,” you say indignantly, but the complaint dies on your lips when he shoots you a glare steely enough to slice through marble. Though the obvious irritation clouding his angular features renders you unable to fully appreciate his good looks, he’s the definition of severe beauty, all fair tousled hair and slate grey eyes.

“Learn how. Or else.” He shoves his hands in his pockets and effortlessly skates away to go rescue a toddler hanging onto the edge of the rink, crying for her mother. You watch as he lifts her up gently and sets her on her feet with an affectionate pat on the head. Then, almost as if he can feel you staring, he whips around and narrows his eyes with an expression that sends a chill down your spine.

You frown, but the pout swiftly turns into a scheming smile.

Semi Eita is cold. But not so cold he can’t be melted.

Operation Melt Semi starts small. The next day, you get to the rink early and wait for him to arrive. When he walks through the door, shrugging off his heavy parka, you sidle up to him and offer him a cheery “Morning, Semi!” along with a beaming grin.

“Morning,” he says, not even sparing you a glance as he ducks into the men’s lockers. Your face falls. Damn it. This might be a little harder than you’d previously anticipated.

You try again that Friday when you catch him in the coat room while you’re both sitting on the bench and changing into your skates. He knots his laces almost aggressively, pulling them so tight they cut angry red lines across his palms.

“Your hair looks good like that,” you say tentatively. It’s parted down the middle today, and it really does suit him. “Very nineties.”

Semi gives you an incredulous look before briefly glancing into a reflective window. He turns back, reaches into his pocket, and unwraps a piece of gum without offering you one. You bristle with annoyance but keep the sunny smile plastered across your face-- your cheeks are beginning to numb.

“Was that supposed to be a compliment?”

“Um, yeah, kinda.” You cringe inwardly when your voice cracks.

“Gross,” he says, jumping up and leaving you to struggle with your laces. You sigh and slump down. Bastard.

On Saturday, however, and every day you see him after that, he has his hair parted down the middle. He doesn’t mention it again, and neither do you, but you do feel a small sense of victory every time he runs a careful hand through his silvery locks, setting them in place after lapping the rink.

A couple weeks later, you’ve just gotten off your morning shift, a little bruised and battered (both physically and emotionally). Semi had still been forced to save you from the cruel, slippery ice a couple times, of course, so you’d taken the opportunity to thank him profusely, and you swear you saw the corners of his mouth twitch as he pulled you up once. At least, that’s what you tell yourself.

“Hey,” you say, poking your head into the break room. Semi and a couple of other rink attendants look up from their phones. “Anyone want a coffee? I’m gonna make a run to the nearest Starbucks for a latte.”

“No,” Semi says automatically, face blank, and you roll your eyes internally. Of course he’d decline. As your other co-workers rattle off their orders (one small caramel mocha, one earl grey tea), you resolve to buy him a drink anyways.

If I were an annoyingly attractive asshole, you muse, squinting your eyes at the Starbucks menu ten minutes later, what would I order?

When you return to the rink, breathless and bearing a heavily laden, flimsy cardboard tray, you thrust a steaming paper cup of coffee into Semi’s hand. He stares at you, face painted with something resembling surprise.

“I said I didn’t want anything,” he says, taking the lid off to skeptically peer inside. He glances up at you.“Is this a blonde roast?”

“Yup,” you say, popping the ‘p’ obnoxiously. It’s all you can do to keep the smug grin off your face as Semi inhales the mellow, milky bitterness, letting the steam curl onto his face in the cold ice rink air.

“How did you kno--”

“I could just tell,” you hum, plopping down on the couch as you take a long drink of your own latte. The vanilla syrup generously pumped inside is almost as sweetly gratifying as the bewildered expression on Semi’s face. He just shakes his head, still staring at the cup in his hand.

“Well, how much was it? I’m paying you back.”

“It’s on me,” you say casually, smiling serenely at the way his mouth opens and closes like a shocked goldfish. “Don’t worry about it.”

Semi doesn’t respond as he sets the coffee down on the table, but later you see him sipping on it while he plays some little puzzle game on his phone. Mission accomplished.

You’re the last one to leave the rink that day, so you lock up and double check each door before skipping into the coat room to grab your bag. The fluorescent lights flicker sporadically, casting an artificial lightning over the benches. As you reach for the bag, squinting, you catch a little yellow post-it sticking out from its smallest pocket.

Thanks, it reads, messy script scrawled in blue ink. Folded beneath it is a slightly wrinkled five dollar bill.

Despite yourself, a small smile spreads across your face. The thawing has begun.

It’s an uphill journey, of course, but with each victorious battle you inch a little closer to winning the war. Semi isn’t invincible, and the cracks in his icy facade are beginning to show.

He’s a little more patient, a little more understanding. His small gestures betray his hand as he shows you how to angle your skates to stop on the ice, as he gives you a pack of tissues when you have a runny nose. He still manages to sneak in an eye roll or snide side comment, of course-- “Seriously, you can’t even brake? You’re hopeless,” or “You shouldn’t have come into work today if you’re sick. You’ll pass all your germs to me.” But still, it’s baby steps, you remind yourself, clutching onto his arm as you come to a grinding halt on the ice, snatching the tissues from his hand with a pained smile and a forced “Thanks, Semi.”

One day, you have to take a shift immediately after leaving a family friend’s wedding. It had been a lovely ceremony (with really, really good chocolate cake), but you hadn’t had time to change into work clothes, so you find yourself rushing through the doors still wearing a cocktail dress and heels, tugging your backpack onto your shoulder and praying your manager doesn’t notice you’re a few minutes late.

Semi is at the counter cleaning a pair of skates, meticulously wiping the blades dry. His phone rests beside him, some sort of pulsing electropop trickling softly from its speakers. He’s nodding his head slightly, keeping pace with the rhythm, and his face is calm, devoid of the irritation you’ve grown so familiar with.

You clear your throat. “Uh, hey.”

Semi looks up, and for a moment, time stops. His eyes widen almost imperceptibly, and he swallows, Adam’s apple bobbing painfully in his throat as his gaze shakily makes its way down from the tops of your bare shoulders, to your exposed neckline, to the skirt swishing just above your knees. The dress is a soft pink chiffon, more delicate and feminine than anything you’d ever worn into work.

There’s a sudden heat, a jolt in the pit of your stomach as he meets your eyes again, and you swear he feels it too. It seems as though the temperature in the rink has instantaneously risen twenty degrees-- you think you might start sweating.

“You look…” Semi breathes, but then he stops himself, choking down whatever his next words might’ve been. He furrows his brows and tears his stare away, looking back down at the forgotten skates.

There’s a brief beat of silence, dappled with only the occasional child’s shriek of joy from on the ice.

“You’d better get changed,” he says finally, pointedly looking anywhere but you.

“Okay,” you say, unable to come up with anything more sophisticated. Your mind is empty of anything but the memory of those cold grey eyes growing suddenly hot, gazing into yours with a warmth of indescribable magnitude. As you slowly walk into the womens’ lockers, something dawns on you. There might be a different way to melt the ice prince.

Work is different, after that. Your days are no longer characterized by torment, by rude jabs and scowls from Semi that poke at you right where you’re sore. Instead, they’re not-so-subtly woven with lingering glances, with “accidental” touches at just the right moment to send an unwanted shudder to the very tips of your fingers and toes.

Once, when you’re working the counter, fitting customers and renting out skates, Semi skids off the ice with a spray of snow and clinks his way over to you, blades meeting the tile floor metallically.

“I’m gonna change these out for a different pair,” he tells you, and you nod, acutely aware of his close proximity. As he slips behind you, he touches your lower back lightly, just enough so you know he’s there. A breath catches in your throat when his fingers linger just a little longer than necessary, leaving their imprints burning on your skin, even through the thick fabric of your sweater.

He doesn’t look at you when he comes back out, but the back of his neck is flushed pink. You catch a whiff of his cologne-- it’s woody and spicy, comforting like a distant childhood memory. You fight the sudden impulse to launch yourself into his arms and bury your face in his hair, inhaling that holiday-esque scent.

No, no, no, you scold yourself as you watch him slide back onto the ice. Not Semi Eita. Anyone but Semi Eita.

You’d set out to make peace with him, to make work life a little more bearable for the both of you. You hadn’t expected yourself to start looking forward to seeing him each day, to have your chest constrict, the air crushed from your lungs like a soda can underfoot every time he looked your way. All you’d wanted to do was melt his icy exterior-- not let yourself get scalded by his heat.

A week later, when you enter the rink, there’s an impossibly tall redhead leering over Semi, who’s idly filling in a timetable on the front counter. He’s chattering away in a lilting, sing-songy tone while Semi pays him exactly zero attention.

“--but the last episode was really of pristine quality, you know? None of that filler crap, just great writing, excellent animation, and-- oooooh.” When ginger giant notices you, a joker-like grin stretches across his face. “And who’s this?”

“I--”

“She’s nobody,” Semi cuts in, slamming the timetable shut and jumping over the counter. He glares up at his friend, looking a bit like a disgruntled house cat attempting to bully a tiger. “I think it’s about time for you to get going.”

The friend ignores Semi’s attempt at intimidation, instead turning his attention to you. He takes your hand in a way that makes it unclear whether or not he’s about to shake it or kiss it. You stifle a giggle. “Well, hello, ‘Nobody.’ Pretty name. My name’s Tendou Satori, but you can call me--”

Semi cuts him off with a sharp jab to the ribs and Tendou doubles over in pain, clutching his stomach overdramatically. “Not her.”

“Ouch, Semi-Semi,” Tendou gasps, though a few stray giggles escape with his theatrics. He glances at Semi, then to you, then back to him, apparently having some sort of silent epiphany. His face lights up as gleefully as a kid’s on Christmas morning. “Wait… is this the girl you’re always ta--”

Semi jabs him again, harder this time, and Tendou yelps, stumbling backwards. You cringe as he knocks over a stack of ice walkers— as entertaining as this squabble is, you’ll be the one to clean up the mess. Then Semi stalks over and drags him back by the wrist with the rough swagger of a sheriff arresting the town’s most wanted. He glowers at Tendou, face dark as a thunderstorm. “Tendou, I swear to God, if you so much say another word I will strangle you with my bare hands.”

“Never knew you were so kinky, Semi-Semi!” Tendou preemptively dodges any possible counterattack and turns to you, punctuating his next phrase with a wink: “Have fun with that.”

Later, once Semi has successfully ushered Tendou out the door, you turn to him, eyebrow raised. “What did he mean by ‘have fun with that,’ Eita?”

“Nothing,” Semi says, though his guarded tone leads you to suspect otherwise. He offers you a piece of gum before taking one himself and slipping the sleeve back into his bag. “He’s just like that. Also, since when have we been on a first name basis?”

You blush. You hadn’t even realized you’d called him by his first name. Then you smile a little, popping the gum into your mouth and folding the wrapper into a neat little square. “If you’d prefer, I could call you Semi-Semi as well.”

Semi pales, presumably watching as a vision of his life tormented by two Tendous flashes before his eyes. Then he looks back to you and clears his throat. “Eita is fine.”

As you go about your day, robotically hooking skates back on the shelf, wiping down the snack bar tables, stacking chair, and shivering the whole time, what Tendou was about to say rings in your ears: Are you the girl he’s always talking about?

You can’t help but wonder what exactly Semi says about you.

It’s a Saturday evening when you approach Semi to ask for a skating lesson.

“Please,” you say, trailing him around the edges of the rink like a lost puppy. He’s picking up stray bits of trash from beneath the benches— sticky pieces of candy wrappers and cigarette butts left behind by unconscientious skaters. “I just want to stop falling so often-- it’s embarrassing.”

“Yeah, it is embarrassing,” Semi says, suddenly standing upright and turning to face you. He leans close, one corner of his mouth quirking up in a sly half smile. “Sucks to suck.”

“Eita,” you say again, reaching out to tug the edge of his sleeve. He glances at your fingers tightly clutching the thick wool of his sweater and then back up to you. You put on your best pleading pout. “Come on, just for tonight? Just like an hour on the ice, tops.”

“I don’t know,” he says slowly. He glances at his watch and sighs. “I have to get home by nine… I guess we can stay for an hour. But only an hour.”

Hook, line, and sinker.

“Thanks, Semi-Semi,” you say with a grin, and he scowls.

“I told you not to call me that.”

“Too bad.”

Semi is a surprisingly good teacher. He pokes fun at you, of course, mocking the way you cling to him when he tries to teach you to skate in a circle, or the way you clumsily flail your arms to keep your balance, but he’s patient. He’s gentle when he corrects your form, when he offers you a hand with which to pull yourself up.

It’s only the two of you now, twenty minutes after closing time. All the lights in the rink are off but the large one directly overhead, a spotlight that illuminates the pale, glassy expanse of the ice. The scrape of your blades over the ice echoes throughout the rink as Semi holds your waist lightly, trying to guide you backwards.

“I don’t understand,” you complain, shuffling backwards and trying your hardest to avoid stepping on Semi’s skates. “If I need to go the other direction, I can just turn around, can’t I?”

“Nuh-uh,” he says, tightening his grip on your waist as you wobble slightly. “Saves time. Just keep your toe pointed inwards and move your skates in curves. It’s not that hard.”

“It’s not that hard,” you say, imitating him in a squeaky, high pitched tone.

You hear him snort behind you. “That’s not what I sound like.”

“That’s exactly what you sound like,” you say, looking down at your feet. Toes in. Skates move in curves. “Hey, wait, am I doing it right?”

You glide backwards, slowly, hesitantly. Semi moves with you, hands still hovering at your sides just in case. “Almost. Bend your knees a little, that’ll make it easier to balance.”

“Oh, okay. I-- shit!”

In an entirely ungraceful lurching movement, you lose your balance, grabbing Semi’s wrist in a futile attempt to remain upright. The next moment unfolds in slow motion as you fall backwards, pulling a horrified, wide-eyed Semi on top of you as your back hits the ice, his entire body sprawled over your smaller frame.

You lay in stunned silence for a second, feeling your spine throb and the cold of the ice already beginning to seep through your clothes. Semi’s face is inches from yours-- his breath smells like the spearmint gum he’s always chewing, and, for the first time, you notice subtle green flecks in his grey eyes.

“Sorry,” you finally whisper, staring at him. “I didn’t mean to.”

He doesn’t shift himself off of you, just stares back at you with furrowed brows. Almost imperceptibly, his gaze flicks down to your lips and back up again. Your breath catches in your throat-- but then a wide, bright grin breaks across his face, and it’s like the sun, brilliantly slicing through a gloomy mass of storm clouds with its sharp golden rays.

“You-- you’re-- you’re such a shit skater,” he chokes out between guffaws. You can feel his chest heaving with each laugh, and an angry flush crawls over your cheeks.

“It wasn’t my fault!” you protest, attempting to shove him off of you. He doesn’t budge. “You weren’t giving me enough space to move!”

“You should’ve seen your face,” he says, dramatically wiping an invisible tear from his eye. “God, it was so funny.”

“Well, sorry I’m not as good at skating as you are, Mr. I Do Everything Perfectly The First Time,” you scoff, again trying to push him off. Semi cocks an eyebrow and smirks, settling his forearms on either side of your head. Your heart beats erratically at his nearness. “And can you please move? You’re crushing my lungs.”

“Nope.”

You scowl. The repressed irritation from weeks and weeks of trying to get on his good side strains at the boundaries of your self control. “Get off, Semi.”

“Make me.” His eyes gleam with silent laughter as you struggle for a moment, unable to do anything more than wiggle beneath him.

You huff, resting your head back down on the ice in defeat. “You’re fucking heavy, Eita. What did you do before this, eat a buffet out of business?”

Semi chuckles, and it’s a low, raspy sound that vibrates in your chest. He leans in close, angling his face slightly. His lips hover just above yours, and you can feel his breath fan over your mouth with his next words: “You’re so damn annoying.”

There’s a beat of silence. A heavy, stifling tension hangs in the air, a live wire with crackling electricity dancing across its taut line. You stare at him, unblinking. Daring him to do something.

And then he’s kissing you, one hand cupping your cheek, the other slipping under your shoulders to pull you flush against his chest. He kisses you hungrily, recklessly, like he’s been fasting and your lips are the first food he’s seen for months. You grip the back of his sweater as you kiss him back, fingers clutching at the fabric like it’s the only thing keeping you grounded. He tastes like mint and something sweet; it’s messy, there’s tongue and teeth, and your jeans are wet from the ice— but at that moment, you think you’ve never been kissed better. A warmth spreads from his lips to yours, making its way down your throat into deep within your chest, where it burns your lungs and throbs almost painfully.

Though Semi Eita may be cold, his kisses are anything but.

When you break away he’s in quite the state, breathless with a flushed face and disheveled hair. You must look much the same, you think as you inhale deeply, blinking away the stars behind your eyes.

He sits up, resting on your hips. “Well, then.”

“Well, then,” you echo, propping yourself up on your forearms.

“You’re a shit kisser, too.” Semi grins when you gasp and punch him in the arm. You open your mouth to fire back, but before you can get a word out he leans down quick and kisses you again, soft and light. “It’s okay. We can practice.”

Your heart skips a beat.

“How generous of you.” You try to sound sarcastic but the words fall flat under Semi’s gaze. He smiles again and clambers onto his feet, offering you a hand.

“You wanna get dinner or something?”

You hold his hand on the walk out to his car, too, fingers tightly interlocked. He hums something under his breath, squeezing your palm every so often.

It’s freezing outside. As Semi fumbles with his keys, you rub your arms, trying in vain to brush away the stubborn goosebumps.

When you climb into the passenger seat, Semi lets you choose the radio station and, before he pulls out of the lot, he silently taps his cheek for a kiss. You roll your eyes but nonetheless lean over to give him a quick peck.

“Thanks,” he says, putting an arm over the back of your seat to pull out of the space. A slow acoustic song comes on, reminiscent of thick woolen blankets and cheerfully flickering flames.

The cold war is over, and you’re not quite sure who melted who.

“Mhm,” you hum. Semi offers you his upturned palm without taking his eyes of the road, so you slip your hand into his, enjoying the way his fingers envelop yours. There’s a light winter rain outside, washing away any remnants of frost on windowpanes and waterpipes.

But, frankly, you don’t really care.

#haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#semi eita x reader #semi eita #semi eita headcanons #semi eita imagines #semi eita x you

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13uswntimagines · 3 years

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I Should Sleep With You More Often (Sam x Reader)

Sequel to Works Like a Charm where Sam and Reader finally get together. It’s a very fluffy piece, with a little bit of late night breakfast making and a surprise kiss.

special thanks to @literaryhedgehog cause this wouldn’t have happened without her.

Hello?”

“Hey, I can’t sleep.” Sam’s voice comes over the phone, getting straight to the point with frustration.

“And you’re calling me about it? At 3 am. I could have been asleep you know.” You huff into the phone, pinning it between your chin and your shoulder.

“Were you?” She asks, and you can almost see her eyebrow quirking up.

You look down at the frying pan where you were about to pour your egg-cheese scramble. “No. But still.”

“Don’t worry, I appreciate the irony of the situation,” she says, with an attempt at humor. “can I come over?”

“Sure. You can split my omelet.” You hum, your tongue poking out as you make sure the entire omelet landed on the plate instead of the floor.

“Omelette?” Sam asked, sounding amused. “I thought you weren’t supposed to --”

“Eat anything after 9 pm I know, I know. But I woke up and was hungry, and couldn’t just ignore it to fall back asleep for two hours. I had to eat something or I was going to get nauseous.” You interrupted her, waving your hand dismissively.

“What?” Sam asked entirely confused.

“You know that feeling, where you’re like, so hungry that you get kind of nauseous?” You tried to explain again.

“No…” She trailed off.

“Oh, well it’s the worst. I like to try to eat something before it gets too bad because otherwise, the food won’t do anything. Anyway, I made enough you can have half of it, just let me know when you get here so I can send down the elevator for you.” You said, whipping your hands off and walking towards the door.

“I’m actually just parking,” Sam’s voice came sheepishly over the phone. In the background, you heard the unmistakable sound of her car being locked. She always insisted on clicking the lock button twice so it would beep, like she didn’t trust it to lock the first time.

You shook your head and left your apartment to buzz her into the building. “You’re telling me that at 3 am, before even checking to see if I was awake, you just decided to come to my apartment because you couldn’t sleep?”

“Yes?”

“You’re insane,” you said, hanging up the phone as the elevator door opened to reveal her tall frame.

She ruffled the hair at the back of her neck, grinning. “I knew you would be awake?”

“Bullshit.” You led the way back to your apartment and grabbed two plates from the cabinet. “You want soy milk?”

“What?”

“Soy milk. I’ve got vanilla or dark chocolate.” For some reason, soy milk helped reduce the insomnia nausea more than anything else most days. Still, the omelet smelled amazing.

“Um sure, vanilla please.” She shrugged, and you rolled your eyes. Vanilla was for the weak.

You pulled out both cartons and two glasses, before cutting the omelet in half and handing her a fork.

“Don’t I get my own plate?” Sam whined, cutting off a piece of the Omelet and popping it into her mouth.

“People who come barging into my apartment at 3 AM have to share with the host. Unless you wanna do dishes?” You raised your eyebrow at her, pointing your fork in her direction, smirking when she emphatically shook her head no.

She quickly changed the subject, avoiding your eyes as she ate. “So how are you liking your apartment, it’s new right?”

“Yeah, I moved in four months ago, you know when I suddenly got traded to North Carolina,” you said, a very bitter edge in your voice. How Mark could let you leave the thorns you would never know, but at least Hinkle was retiring.

You took another bite “So why couldn’t you sleep? At camp, you’re usually snoring like a freight train by now.”

Sam paused mid-bite, fork in the air. She looked like she was debating how to answer then, stuffed her last piece of omelet in her mouth. “I donb snowe.”

“You totally do. Rose even sent me the video evidence if you wanna see it,” you smirked, standing to go get your phone.

“No!” Sam jumped up and you sprinted across the kitchen to get out of her reach, grinning. “You really don’t have to do that, it’s not a big deal.”

“Oh, but I really don’t mind,” you taunted, starting for your phone before Sam tackled you. Well, it wasn’t a tackle so much as a grab, but she had a good foot and a half on you, so same difference really.

“Put me down. This is highly unnecessary,” you sputtered, laughing from Sam’s shoulder. “I’m not supposed to exercise within an hour of bed. My therapist would be unhappy with so much activity.”

“Yeah cause eating an Omelette at 3 am is totally something she would approve,” Sam rolled her eyes, as she tossed you onto your couch.

“Lies and slander. I won’t get the alleged snoring video, but seriously. Why are you here?”

Sam sighs, and slouches onto the couch next to you, dropping her head into your lap. You smile down at her, liking this new angle. While you certainly didn’t mind being the baby of the team, it was kind of nice to do the petting for once.

“I don’t know,” Sam said, furrowing her eyebrows.

“You were never a good liar. It’s why everyone catches you when you try to pull pranks. I hear it helps if you talk about it,” You murmured, using your thumb to smooth out the crease that formed between her eyes.

“Fine, I couldn’t sleep because I kept having nightmares. It felt like, I was tossing and turning for hours, and then every time I dozed off, my brain came up with these fucked up images. Like, silence of the lambs shit. I could sell some horror film director the plotlines and make bank, I’m telling you. And since Rose and Wilma moved out, my place has felt so empty. It felt like, the panic attacks I used to have before games. When I had to always bring a bag with me to hyperventilate into before I could get my mind on the game.”

You frowned. “I don’t remember that.”

“Once you became my bus buddy I didn’t have that problem. You got me out of my own head with fun word games and stupid jokes. Remember that time you gave me the sentence ‘The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog?’ You kept grinning telling me to stop stressing out, it would be alright, to just guess a letter.”

“Because whatever you guessed would be right.” You hum smiling down at her.

“You couldn’t take that shit-eating grin off your face, you jerk, but like, it helped me stop second-guessing myself. Sitting on the bus with you, I’ve never felt more calm going into a season. And so I just thought. It’s dumb but I hoped coming here would help.” She shrugged.

“It’s not dumb Sammy. You help me sleep too. Why do you think all the vets insist I sit with you?” You said softly, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

“Because you used to fall asleep literally everywhere and they hoped I could get across the aisle and catch you before you hit your head?” She giggled and you snapped her shoulder lightly.

“Wow. Thanks.” You said in a monotone, “Or maybe it’s ‘cause you’re my favorite teddy bear.”

“If anyone is the teddy it’s you. You’re like half my size,” She giggled.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” you muttered, playfully pushing her head off your lap. “Come on you giant.”

“Where are you going?” She asked, allowing you to pull her to her feet.

“To go grab you a toothbrush and a fresh pillowcase for the bed.” You said, your tugging getting a little more insistent. You really wanted to get to sleep tonight. You had been so good lately (ignoring the random omelet you cooked tonight).

“Oh, um. I was hoping we could just watch television on your couch and I would fall asleep,” Sam rambled, eyes wide. “I mean, not that I mind, but I didn’t want to like, invade on your--”

“Just come up to my room. It’s no big deal, it’s large enough for both of us, and I honestly don’t think that couch is even big enough to fit you. Besides, maybe it will help you sleep to be on a mattress actually purchased in this century.”

“Hey, I like my mattress!” She grumbled indignantly, crossing her arms.

“You flip it twice a month because it keeps forming an indention where you’ve slept!” You said exasperated. That sleepover had been a terrible idea and you stood by that. At least your bed didn’t spit out feathers when you turned over too fast.

“Well, I. um. No comment.” you hear her say as you go to take your turn in the bathroom.

When Sam gets back from brushing her teeth you’ve done everything except turn out the lights. You look up from your side of the bed as she pauses in the doorway.

“Is this… Welcome to Night Vale?”

“It helps me ignore my thoughts. Can you get the lights please?”

You had to replay the podcast the next day after Sam left. You couldn’t remember anything after “Wednesday has been canceled due to a scheduling error” because within moments you were asleep.

*****

You thought that sleeping with Sam was only supposed to be a one-night thing, but it wasn’t. One night turned into two, which turned into the two of you usually crashing at each other's places.

If you were being honest, it was the best sleep you had ever gotten. It was nice to have someone there to hold onto, to protect you from the bad dreams. The problem was that your feelings were edging past the line of friendship, and you had no idea what to do about it.

It started with a team party you both went to, where Sam offered to be the designated driver. After she dropped everyone else off, you told her she might as well stay the night at your place since it was already so late and she did. And you both slept great. And then you had your usual Saturday spa night the next night, and you were several shots in and it wouldn’t have been responsible to drive home. And you both slept a solid seven hours.

Not that Sam was a magical cure to your insomnia. You still had nights where your brain was like a train running off the rails, unstoppable no matter how hard you tried. Yet, having her there helped. She made sure blue lights went off when they were supposed to, and your late-night breakfast-making was kept to a minimum. AND after the first few nights, you realized that she was amusingly clingy in her sleep. Which meant that occasionally if you woke up and tried to get out of bed, she would sleepily grab you and hold you in place murmuring about whatever was happening in her dream. Since you couldn’t get up you had to just lay there, which normally might have been boring, but with her was amusing as you listened to her rambling state of consciousness.

You sighed, staring up at the ceiling. You really needed to get your shit together and just ask her out. But what if she said no, and you lost your cuddle buddy? That would suck royally, and if you lost your bus seat it might completely curse the USWNT.

“Alright, I can practically feel the steam coming out of your ears, spill,” Sam groaned, rolling over and throwing an arm around your waist.

“Isn’t it weird?”

“What?”

“Time. Like someone decided that seconds were a thing and a certain number of seconds equaled a minute and there were a certain number of minutes in a day. Like someone just decided it was a thing, and everyone went along with it and now we all have to plan our lives around this arbitrary system. I wonder if that asshole realized that people would use it to put kids in detention and force them to cram so they could regurgitate facts in a specified amount of his made-up system. And like the Romans made a Calendar and the Mayans did one too…” Your rambling was cut off by Sams’s soft lips touching your own in a quick peck before she collapsed back into the pillow. “Just blame capitalism babe.”

You stared at her for a minute, shocked, before she bolted upright. “SHIT. Sorry, I just. I forgot to ask for consent. I just forgot--”

“I consent, yes, more of this please,” you said, leaning over to kiss her again. Your hands cupped her cheeks and her fingers tangled into the baby hairs at the back of your neck.

After a few minutes, Sam broke off the kiss, both of you breathing heavily. “Um, wow. You know, I’m not sure this is helping you get to sleep, love.”

You smirk, biting your lip and straddling her hips before you lean in to kiss her again, slowly. “You’re the one who said you needed to sleep with me more often.”

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a day in hogsmeade — ron weasley

pairing: ron weasley x female!reader

summary: ron weasley may be one awkward lad who can’t hold reader’s gaze for any more than ten seconds, but he is also terribly endearing.

a/n: @glisseoo asked for some ron fluff so i shall deliver

requests are closed for now. please refrain from plagiarizing my work!

"You do realize you've been staring at me for the past minute, right?"

The redhead next to her flushes the same hue as his hair and puffs his cheeks out, gaze skittering away. "I wasn't," he says indignantly, sounding far too defensive, snorting out a laugh as though the mere idea of it is outrageous. “Why would I be.. ha.. staring at you.. ridiculous.."

[Y/N] shakes her head, grinning.

Ron Weasley is one awkward lad; it has only taken her an hour into their date at Hogsmeade to realize this. Part of her had been expecting it ever since he'd come up to her in the Great Hall three days ago, a furiously blushing mess as he blubbered something about asking her out. Looking back on it, despite him having rambled on in front of her for about half a minute, all she can really remember—all she'd vaguely made out at that moment through his constant stammering—were the words "Hogsmeade" and "this Saturday" and "want to—um—go with me".

She’d said yes, of course. Ron Weasley may be awkward, but she can't deny herself the pleasure of going on a date with a very cute—and apparently very funny, according to the rumors—redheaded boy.

And to be honest, his awkwardness is quite endearing. [Y/N] finds herself laughing every five minutes or so whenever she spots him downright staring at her—and whenever she catches him, he always tears his gaze away and pretends to be preoccupied with something else.

Ron does it again now, as [Y/N] surveys the Honeydukes shelves and glances at him out of the corner of her eye. The effect is almost immediate; the moment her eyes land on his, he looks away, hand flying up to randomly pluck a box of—ah, Cockroach Clusters—off of the shelves.

"Interesting choice," muses [Y/N], turning around to properly face him, twiddling with a box of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans in her hands. "Can’t say I’ve ever seen anyone pick up a box of Cockroach Clusters for their own enjoyment—it almost always has something to do with some sort of practical joke.”

Ron coughs and puts the box back on the shelf. "Was just looking."

[Y/N] purses her lips together to contain the giggles threatening to burst out from behind them. She smiles down at her feet for a moment, lips pinched in a poorly-concealed smile, and then gestures to the row of Cockroach Clusters. "Well," she shifts on her feet, "Have you ever tried them?"

Ron's eyes widen. He practically blanches and says, "Never. My brothers—Fred and George—tricked Percy into eating it once.. don't think he was the same ever since."

[Y/N] laughs at this. Ron looks up, seemingly pleasantly surprised at her reaction, and then laughs quietly under his breath, hand reaching up to rub the back of his neck. "That does sound like Fred and George," [Y/N] giggles. "Do you take after them?"

"Gah, no." They’ve started walking now, Ron keeping pace next to her in the narrow aisle, their shoulders brushing slightly. "Mum would have a heart attack. She’s got enough on her platter with two troublemakers in the family already."

[Y/N] raises her eyebrows and glances up at him. "You sure you aren't one? I’m in your Potions class, you know. I’ve heard you talk back to Snape plenty of times."

Ron flushes red not for the first time that day. "Can't really help it. He’s a bit of a git." And then he adds, "Sorry."

"Oh, don't be." [Y/N] waves a hand in the air as though to brush it off. "You’re not wrong. Can’t keep his nose out of other people's business—you know he gave my friend detention once for disrupting his class when all he did was sneeze?"

"I remember that. Wasn’t that Ernie?"

"Exactly—Ernie Macmillan. Snape made him clean the trophy room."

Ron makes a sound in the back of his throat like a snort. "Ah. The trophy room. Probably didn't have much to clean, then. I scrubbed the bloody hell out of those trophies four years ago when I got detention."

[Y/N] laughs, nudging him lightly by the elbow. "And you say you're not a troublemaker."

This time, Ron doesn't blush beet red; he actually laughs, and [Y/N] is pleased at how he's managed to ease up a little. Shrugging, he admits, "Suppose I am. Not as bad as the twins, though, as I’m sure you know."

"I and the rest of the castle," [Y/N] affirms, giggling. They’ve reached the cashier by now—and speak of the devil; the Weasley twins are standing in line, though their backs are turned. "Isn’t that them?" asks [Y/N] curiously, looking to Ron for confirmation.

But the sight she's met with is rather comical. All the color seems to have drained from Ron's face; he looks like he's seen a ghost. Gaping a little, eyes wide in what looks like panic, he clears his throat and says, "I think we should go."

But luck is not on Ron's side, because either Fred or George—[Y/N] can't really tell which one—turns around, and at the sight of their younger brother, beams widely and exclaims, "Ron! Fancy seeing you here, dear brother!"

"Fred," says Ron through gritted teeth, and then, once the other twin has turned around, "George."

"Shopping for sweets, aren't we?" grins George.

And then, seemingly at the same time, their gazes land on [Y/N], who stands at Ron's side, amused. An identical flicker of surprise crosses the both of their faces before Fred manages to say, with his eyes darting between the two of them, "Is this what I think it is?"

"Oh, my." George’s mouth has fallen open in an incredulous laugh. "Is ickle-Ronniekins on a date? with [Y/F/N], no less?"

[Y/N] side-eyes Ron to see that he has tensed and is glancing around as though in search for the nearest exit. She scoffs a little at the twins, and, sending them an exasperated look, scolds them by saying, "Oh, leave 'Ronniekins’ alone. He’s been nothing but sweet the entire day."

Their grins grow even wider. "Isn’t that right?" says Fred, tone still teasing. "Well, I must say: We're proud of you, Ronniekins. See you've finally found it in you to ask out the girl you've been obsessing over for two whole years now."

[Y/N]'s eyebrows rise up in intrigue. Ron's cheeks, meanwhile, flush an even darker shade of red. "I'm not—" he begins.

"And since you two are together—"

"We’re not—" Ron tries again.

"—you ought to start teaching him how to play Quidditch, [Y/N], you being a Hufflepuff chaser and all," Fred continues smoothly. Up ahead by the cashier, someone has successfully made their purchase; the twins take a step back, moving up the line without even looking behind them. "Ron’s planning on trying out for the Gryffindor team next year, you see."

"What the—how do you know that?” Ron gapes.

"We’d teach him ourselves," says George, sighing, "But Ron's temper is a little—ah—"

"Fiery?" Fred suggests.

"Let’s just say one time he grabbed my Beater bat in mid-air and whacked me upside the head with it."

An amused laugh leaves [Y/N]'s lips before she can even think about suppressing it. "Is that true, Ron?" she says, tone playfully scolding.

Ron rolls his eyes, grumbling, "That was after they jinxed my broom to let out farting noises every five seconds."

Another laugh. "Interesting," she hums. "Well, thanks for the tip, you two." And then, narrowing her eyes at them good-naturedly, "I’ll be sure to teach your brother Quidditch—with a method that doesn’t involve farting jinxes, of course."

Fred and George beam. They’re up next in line. "I bagsy best man at your wedding," Fred announces, swiveling around to face the cashier.

"No, I do—" argues George, turning around to pile up the sweets in his arms on the counter.

Moments later, the twins are waving their goodbyes, all the while dramatically sobbing into their hands and saying something about their little brother growing up too fast. Fred pats [Y/N] on the shoulder as he passes by, saying in a hushed voice that he'd totally meant for Ron to hear, "Take care of ickle-Ronniekins for us."

And then [Y/N] and Ron are left in the Honeydukes shop, Ron with a flushed face and [Y/N] heavily amused. "That was.." she exhales, laughing as she slides her box of Bertie Botts' Every Flavor Beans across the counter. "Quite something. Are they always like that?"

"Every bloody waking moment," complains Ron, shoulders sagging as he practically deflates against the counter, leaning his hip on it. "Sorry about them, they're.."

"A bit much?”

"That’s an understatement," Ron comments, obviously still spiteful.

"Did you really hit your brother with his own bat?" she glances at him, eyes alight with genuine curiosity as she takes the paper Honeydukes bag from the shopkeeper with a polite "thank you".

Making their way to the exit, Ron nods, his own eyes shining with a kind of fieriness that [Y/N] can't help but laugh at. Passionately, he says, "And I’d do it again."

She starts chortling at this, walking through the door as Ron holds it open for her. “Interesting group of brothers, you all are," she enthuses, smiling at him somewhat sympathetically once her giggles have faded. It’s still snowing outside; she pulls the ends of her scarf tighter around her neck.

[Y/N] purses her lips, falling quiet for a moment as though pondering over something, and then, her lips tugging up at the edges, she looks up at him and asks, "And have you really been obsessing over me for two years?"

Ron's eyes grow wide and they skirt away almost immediately, hand flying up to scratch the back of his neck like some sort of defense mechanism. "I—I don't—" he sputters out," I mean—not obsessed—" and then he pauses, as though to start over. Shoulders deflating, he mutters, eyes still downcast, "I've.. always found you really pretty, is all."

[Y/N] scuffles her feet against the ground. The smile tugging on her lips is far too insistent, so she just lets herself succumb to it and grin down at her shoes before she looks up at him, eyes alight with mirth, and says, "It's fine, Ron. That's really sweet of you." And because she has a feeling he doesn't want to talk about his—erm—feelings anymore, she asks, "Do you want to go into the Three Broomsticks next? Grab some butterbeer, maybe?"

Ron nods. But his eyes don’t fail to catch onto the way she’s rubbing her naked hands together—she’d forgotten her gloves. He doesn’t pause to ask and instead takes off his own immediately, handing them to her without quite meeting her eyes.

Despite the rush of gratitude this tiny act gives her (and the butterflies it lets loose in her stomach), she holds her palms out at Ron in a stopping gesture, hurriedly saying, “Oh, no—keep them, Ron, your hands will get cold—“

“Just take them,” Ron says, still abashed. “Can’t have you freezing to death.”

She pauses, another fond smile tugging on the corners of her lips, and then exhales defeatedly and takes the gloves from him, putting them on. “Well, I doubt I’d freeze to death,” she mutters, “but thank you.” Once the gloves have fitted snugly around her hands, she looks up at Ron, smiling softly, and says, “Ready to go, then?”

“Yeah, let’s—oh, blimey. I forgot. Wait here!”

Before [Y/N] even begins to register his words, Ron has disappeared and is dashing back into Honeydukes, leaving her standing outside, bewildered.

Isn’t he something else—leaving his date behind, alone in the snow. [Y/N] can’t help but laugh, giggling to herself as she clamps her hand over her mouth, earning strange looks from Hogwarts students passing by.

Ron Weasley is awkward and a bit of a mess around her, but [Y/N] finds that it’s quite adorable. And it’s certainly an assurance to know that she’s not the only one venturing into unknown territory—this is her first date, after all. And to be completely honest, she’s enjoying it. Initially she thought she’d be having too hard of a time dealing with Ron’s overbearing awkwardness, but it’s quite the opposite, as she’s grown fond both of it and of him in general.

And that fondness only multiplies when Ron bumbles out of the Honeydukes shop a few minutes later, holding an entire block of wrapped chocolate in his hands, which he hands to her.

“Thought you might like it,” he says, abashed, only managing to hold her gaze for a few moments before his eyes are darting away again. “Would’ve bought it earlier.. got distracted..”

[Y/N] tells herself that the pink blush that is no doubt spreading across her cheeks is most definitely because of the cold and not because of a certain Ron Weasley.

Feeling a thousand things all at once—all of which (so be it) have something to do with Ron—she smiles, all crinkled eyes and dimpled cheeks, and stands on her tip-toes to press a kiss to his cheek.

Flushing, she pulls away. This time she’s not quite meeting his gaze, either, as she says, “Let’s get going, shall we?”

Without waiting for a response, she scurries away, cheeks a blazing shade of red as Ron stands there, hand coming up to brush against the spot on his cheek where she’d kissed him.

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