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[mtreebeardiles]

Discoveries, pt 7

And the final installment to this Shawn x Leigh-centric mini series! Thanks to all who enjoyed reading about these two :)

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There was a myriad of memories that Shawn held close to his heart, experiences new, terrifying, wonderful. Learning, in his own flawed and determined way, the things that made him him, Shawn Shepard, a copy come to life, expanding, impossibly, impossibly, beyond the expectations of his existence. A puppet to a real man and the wonder if maybe he'd never been a puppet after all, if he'd always been the man, his own man, sensations and discoveries pressed into his skin as he learned the limits of his own body, seeing it less and less like a prison and more like a home. 

His first taste of coffee, acrid splash on his tongue and subtle buzz in his veins. His first sunset. How he hated storms but loved the rain, cool air breezing through an open window and how the world felt heavy with a liminal kind of promise. His first kiss -- as a boyfriend, as a husband.

As a father. 

Experiences imprinted in his mind and smattered against the walls and gathered on the shelves of their home. Fingerpainted masterpieces on the fridge, long nights spent holding, soothing, assuring, soft murmurs and softer music and was it any wonder, really, that their daughters would love that hum of jazz from Leigh's record player as surely as their fathers did? Dances with his husband cut by dances with their girls, feet balanced on feet and hands held for balance, and was there anything better than the laughter, the joy beaming up at him? 

Joy multiplied and extrapolated, a series of choices made in an enthusiastic repetition of yes, yes, yes. 

Yes to getting coffee with Leigh, back when Shawn was so full of uncertainty. 

Yes to that first kiss. 

Yes to marriage, to building a life together, to their home and their children and all the wonderfully complicated ways things could get messy. Learning curves, always something new, but Shawn was nothing if not a devoted student. Yes to the hand Leigh offered him, again and again, from the very start, a journey they'd taken together and continued to take, encapsulated in moments like this one:

Waking up to sunlight streaming through their window, the house quiet as the girls spent the long weekend with their uncles. Watching as those beams of light glinted against blond hair, grown out since Leigh retired from active service, streaks of white like starlight caught in threads of honey gold. Crow's feet at the corners of his eyes smoothed somewhat in sleep, eyelashes fluttering against some dream, and it was so easy to rest there a while, soothed by the easy rise and fall of his partner's chest. 

A moment weighted, heavy with the words Shawn held inside, waiting, waiting, for those blue eyes to open, for those lips to curve into their familiar smile, for the affection Leigh would aim his way that rendered him helpless in the best way possible even after all these years of marriage. These days were a gift, fragile for how easily they could have been taken away, the odds having not always been stacked in their favor. 

Shawn lowered his head to Leigh's, sweeping light kisses along his cheek, his jaw, down to the bend between neck and shoulder. A shift in his breathing but Shawn didn't stop, smiling against sleep-warmed skin. 

"You up before me?" 

Voice husky, the tease evident even as Shawn kept his attention on the next inch of skin to be kissed, and his grin widened. 

"Got impatient." 

A deep laugh, a rumble Shawn felt against his own chest where Leigh's back was pressed snug against it, and he tightened the arm he had wrapped around his husband to draw him even closer. 

"Glad I make the list of things you're willing to get up early for."

"Love, you are the only thing worth waking up early for."

Another laugh and this time Shawn glanced up, feeling that familiar flood of warmth in his veins at the look Leigh was giving him. Soft adoration, a glint of loving amusement, sunlight catching on the white-gold of his wedding band as Leigh ran his fingers through his own hair. Shawn reached for his hand, pressing kisses to the ring, to his fingers, his palm, his wrist, smirking at the goosebumps that erupted along his partner's body. 

"Is that right?" Leigh whispered, and there was a growing heat in those summer blue eyes, a heat Shawn felt echoed low in his belly. 

"It is," he agreed softly, holding his gaze as he kissed up his arm to the sensitive bend of his inner elbow. 

"Even above waffles?"

"Even above waffles."

"Even above waffles with strawberries?"

"Above those," he agreed and he shifted, easing Leigh onto his back before settling between his legs. The blankets slid down off his shoulders, pooling at his waist, largely ignored as he leaned in to capture Leigh's lips. "Above coffee, above sunrises." Another kiss, then another, deep and unhurried. 

"The only thing, huh?"

"Certainly one of the most important things." 

A quiet laugh easing into a soft sigh the lower Shawn kissed, and he savored every sound, every gasp, every murmur of breathless encouragement as he mapped out areas he'd long since become familiar with. Leigh's fingers in his hair, the quickening of his breath and the roll of his hips as he took him deep, deep, the length of him a welcome weight on his tongue. And still there was no rush, no sense of urgency, glancing up to watch the expressions flit across his husband's face and reflect, not for the first time and not for the last, at how perfect this moment was. To learn and grow and become alongside this incredible man, to see that Shawn wasn't the only one with questions and curiosities and discoveries to make. To witness Leigh open up, to laugh louder, smile wider, love deeper, to shake free of self-imposed ideas of himself and make room for who he wanted to be against the expectations of who he'd been. 

Color high in his cheeks, eyes dark, lips reddened from the kisses bitten into them. Faint marks along his collarbones where Shawn had sucked them into his skin the night before, more dotting along his torso, the insides of his thighs. Marks echoed on Shawn's own skin, reminders and promises both, less possessive than a declaration, an acknowledgement of two men sharing this journey together. 

"Shawn…" 

The bob of his Adam's apple, a lick of his lips, and Leigh's fingers tightened in Shawn's hair. "Not yet," he breathed. "Not yet." Muscles shook with the effort of stilling his hips, a tension Shawn could feel where Leigh's thighs pressed against him. 

"What do you need, love?" Voice a touch hoarse as he pulled off, trailing kisses along his swollen length. 

"You." Leigh's palm cupped his cheek and he leaned into the touch. "You. Make love to me?"

He repositioned Leigh on his side, spooning up behind him. Took his time opening him back up, ensuring he was comfortable after last night's excursions, and he pressed reassuring kisses to his shoulders as he shivered with the cold contact of lube. Kissed his neck when he pressed inside him at last, humming his approval when Leigh's hand reached up and back, tangling in Shawn's hair. 

"God…"

As unhurried as the rest of their morning, and Shawn took his time. An easy rhythm, a firm rolling of his hips, his hand trailing down Leigh's side to cup the back of his knee and adjust his leg just so, letting him thrust into him deeper, deeper, losing himself in the tight heat of Leigh's body. Admired his movement, the ripple of muscle beneath sun-kissed skin, the way he worked to match Shawn's pace, head thrown back and giving Shawn ample room to kiss, to nip, to put into practice all the things he'd learned, all the things they'd discovered together, all the ways they knew how to love each other. 

"Shawn…"

A plea, quiet and breathy, and Shawn moved his hand to gather more lube before wrapping around him, a firm grip just the way Leigh liked it. 

"Come with me, love," he murmured in his ear. "Come with me."

Hips snapping to a harder rhythm as they chased their pleasure together, tumbling headlong over the edge, and if a freshly woken Leigh was a sight to behold, it paled in comparison to the image of him now, sated and satisfied, boneless in Shawn's grip. Golden in the sunlight, as breathtaking as he'd been the first time Shawn had noticed him over two cups of spilled coffee. 

"I love you," he murmured against his lips. "I love you."

"I love you," Leigh echoed. "Happy anniversary, love."

Shawn smiled, kissing him again, and again, the words pressed from his lips to Leigh's.

And here's to many more.

#my writing #mshep clone x major coats #major coats #Leigh Coats #Shawn Shepard #Shawn x Leigh #Discoveries #mass effect

[sbknews]

New Junior MX Triple Clamps from Talon

Light and strong British-made adjustable triple clamps for KTM, Husky and Gas Gas 50cc and 65cc models.  Lighter than OEM equivalents, with built-in bar adjustment and available in a choice of anodised colour finishes, Talon Junior MX Triple Clamps give young dirt bike riders the same competitive edge as the grown-ups. Each clamp is CNC-machined at Talon Engineering HQ in the UK, using aerospace-grade aluminium alloy for consistency and quality, just like the adult version. Over 450 hours of R&D, FEA analysis and destructive testing has gone into the design, so the clamps are not only lighter than the original, but stiffness is also optimised for the specific model to deliver improved front-end feel and performance. Bend-Line Support on the lower edge of the bottom clamp gives a smoother fit with the fork leg during impacts and hard riding, reducing stress on the tubes and the potential for damage. Like Talon’s adult clamps, they also allow quick and easy adjustment of the handlebar offset, without removing the bars, thanks to the Mini-Lok mounting system. Talon Junior Triple Clamps retail from £449.99 including VAT and come in Black, Orange (KTM), Red (Gas Gas) and Blue (Husqvarna) anodised finishes, with the option to upgrade to: Green, Silver, Pink, Purple, Magnesium, Titan and Gold for riders looking for something really special. They come in versions for 1 1/8" and 7/8" handlebars, and are available for the KTM SX50 and SX65, Husqvarna TC50 and TC65, and the Gas Gas MC50 and MC65 . Visit talon-eng.co.uk for full specification.

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[dognpugs-blog]

Mini Husky – Are you searching for anentertaining dog?

Mini husky – A best friend leaves paw prints on your heart. For pet owners, most probably that best friend is a dog. Are you searching for a dog, not only having all the desirable qualities of a classic dog such as protection, love and caring, honesty but also having some extra qualities to make you entertaining? We are pretty sure that, the dog breed, Mini husky definitely fulfill that extra part instead of a classic dog. That is because mini huskiesare born to be more energetic and entertaining their owners.

Have an idea about the general characteristics of the mini husky breed

Mini husky is the common name for the breed miniature husky. Actually; this is a small version of Siberian husky. Mini husky is a hybrid variety, with selective characteristics of pure breeding huskies.  Normally huskies have distinguished features of wolf-like appearance, fluffy coat & upright ears.  Their weight is between 35 to 60 pounds and the height is around 22 inches. So, Siberian husky is quite a large dog. So, what about a person eager to have a wolf looking dog Siberian dog, but unable to handle it due to its large size and extra expenses to maintain a quit large dog?  The exact answer for this scenario is getting a miniature dog of Siberian husky. This is the situation where the mini huskies breed has originated, as a plus point of a manageable package.

Origin of mini husky- from ancestors to present hybrid

Mini Huskies were originated first I 1990s by Bree Normandin.  She was eager to have a small version of Siberian husky and won the target by achieving quite small dogs known as miniature huskies; this same theory is practicing today even to get mini huskies. Mini husky is between 18 to 35 pound of weight and 12 to 16 inches in height, similar to the half size of Standard Siberian husky. Usually, mini huskies are black and white in color.  The ratio of black to white in their body fur makes mini huskies varieties. They have unique markings and patterns with color mixes. The attractiveness of mini huskies their eye color, which varies from brown to crystal blue in color. The life span of the mini huskies is around 12 years.

Training and exercises of mini husks in a good manner

Mini Huskies are extremely smart, intelligent and energetic. Even though standard huskies need a complete exercise mini huskies do not require that kind of exercises. Mini Huskies can learn a lot in a very small time period. So, training time slots should not be too much longer. Specialists recommend not having elongated training sessions for more than 15 minutes. As this miniature canine can grab things more quick and fast, they can get trained very easily. This energetic dog requires both mental and physical training and exercises for its well being. A well trained Mini husky is trustworthy and affectionate to its owner.

As the ancestors of Mini huskies directed to wolf family, those miniature canines show some behavioral characters of wolves. Sometimes they howl than usual barking.

Have you ever heard that “escape artists” is one of the common names for Mini Huskies. Most probably; you might wonder why is that.  They are capable of finding paths to return. That is the precise reason for using the name, “escape artists”.

Take care about the grooming of Mini Huskies

The mini husky dog breed has a double layer coat. Those coats are as follows:

Topcoat

undercoat

So, daily grooming is very important. Mini husky dogs shred their coats once a year. So daily brushing is important when they undergo this annual shredding. It is necessary to trim the fur for making complete grooming of husky dogs regularly. It is a plus point that the mini husky dogs need very little grooming than other breeding varieties.

Cross breeding of mini husky dogs to have gorgeous mini husky mixes

Crossbreeding between those smart, clever and attractive mini husky dogs with different genetic threads results in many variations which people keen to own. Those dog varieties obtained by mini husky breeding are called a mini husky mix. Characteristics inherited genetically from both parental dogs will end up with curious baby dog varieties with mix characters from both parental dogs.

The following few mini huskies are well-known mini husky mixes.

The hug is a mini husky mix obtained by the crossing of a mini husky dog with a flattened faced Pug.

Dachshusky is an adorable dog with quite short legs and large fluffy elongated ears by a cross breed of Dachshund with a mini husky dog.

Pomsky is also a very cute and elegant dog, a famous mini husky mix, caused due to the cross-breeding of amini husky with Pomeranian dog.

Doldusky, a trustworthy dog obtained by cross-breeding of Golden retriever with a mini huskies dog.

Horgi is a small and playful dog caused due to cross-breeding of Cordi dog with a mini huskies dog.

Shiba inhusky is a fully fluffy, cleaver and intelligent dog occurred by the cross-breeding of Shiba Inu dog with a mini huskies dog.

Siberpoo is another royal looking dog, obtained by the cross-breeding of a mini huskies with a Poodle dog.

Image source – alaskankleekai101,com

Conclusion

If you are really excited to be the owner of a wolf looked dog with reduced size, there is no other option rather than buying a mini husky dog. Not only with the wolf appearance but also mini Huskies have several inherent qualities such as loyalty to the owner, trustworthiness, temperament and extra adorability and entertaining. If you are not happy with the standard mini huskies dog, you can go step forward to have a mini husky mix according to your requirement.

Yes, It has to be accepted that the current trend and fashion is to own a smaller variety of a famous breed. But, sometimes this leads to some drawbacks due to the miniaturization. As the hunger to own a hybrid version can cause several issues in terms of their health and wellbeing.

Choosing a breed of mini husky dog from a trusted miniature husky breeder with the purpose of mini husky for sale can eliminate those problems. A reputed breeder has the knowledge of those issues and they will not cheat on you. And they test for health and genetic issues before selling a dog to their client.

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[augustinewrites]

hq dads that can’t say no to their babies & come home with a pet + » bokuto, atsumu, suna, oikawa, akaashi

BOKUTO - resistance: -3/10

akaashi once explained to you that bokuto had approximately 37 weaknesses. in a surprising twist of fate, it turns out that his best friend was wrong, because bokuto has 41. (the last four being you and the three sons you share.)

so you shouldn't have been surprised, really, when a trip to the grocery store ended with you having no ingredients for dinner. you're in the kitchen flipping through a well-loved cook book when you hear the front door open, your mini army returning from their trip to the store.

"hey, did you remember the onions?” you call over your shoulder, humming when you pull a mixing bowl from the shelf.

you're answered by a fit of giggles from your children. bokuto's standing behind you when you turn around, holding two things that are definitely not onions.

"bokuto koutaro,” you start slowly, hands placed on your hips. “what is that?”

he holds up the plastic bag, grinning. “takeout. your favourite.”

“i’m talking about the dog.”

“oh, him!” he laughs, hefting the wiggling husky pup in his other hand. “this is oreo.”

“and what is oreo doing in my house?”

he sets the takeout bag on the counter, holding oreo to his chest. “um…being a cute puppy?” his eyes widen a little when you don’t reply. “boys! c’mon, just like we practiced in the car…”

eyes narrowed, you watch as your children flank their father, making promises of, ‘we’ll fill his food bowls and take him on walks!’ and ‘we’ll pick up his poops and give him lots of pets!’

“fine, but i’m adding it to your chore charts,” you grumble, bokuto high-fiving them all as you rub your temple. he sets oreo down on the floor and letting the boys run out into the yard with him.

he wraps his strong arms around you, pressing a kiss to the crease between your brows. “babe, the puppies were on sale and the boys talked me into it—”

you roll your eyes, watching the puppy in your yard barking excitedly as he chases a soccer ball, wondering just how a seven year old, five year old, and two year old could talk a grown man into doing something. “did you even go to the grocery store?”

he nuzzles his face in your neck (affection is the best distraction). “we were on the way, but we passed the pet store and they said they wanted a puppy, and— well, you know i can’t say no when they look at me like that!”

ATSUMU - resistance: 1/10

it’s been a while since atsumu’s succumbed to anyone’s charms. he’s long used to being the one doing the charming and it’s a gift, really, that he’s such a natural at it. it works on you, doesn’t it? all it takes is a hooded gaze, a pout of his lips, and you’re mush. absolute putty in his hands. what a blessing it was, to have (as he claims) syphoned a chunk of osamu’s charisma and wile in the womb.

but as his seven year old daughter flashes him the look, he knows that as much as it’s a blessing, it’s also a curse.

and he’s succumbing to it. in fact, the only thing stopping him from immediately whipping out his credit card is the thought of you, and how pissed you’ll probably be.

all it takes is one trip to the countryside to visit kita (and get some rice), a look down at her precious eyes and the adorable pout on her lips as she says, “please, daddy? i really really love him.”

the miya charm has been turned against him. weaponized, actually. this is karma, he knows it, and one week later, everything catches up with him.

“miya atsumu!” your yell echoes through the house, your footsteps heavy on the stairs (like a death march personified) before you kick the door to your bedroom open.

oh, shit. (should he take his shirt off?)

“something wrong?” he asks, feigning cluelessness.

it only seems to piss you off more though, shoving your phone under his nose. “why did i just get a confirmation email about full boarding for our new horse?”

he hardly has time to open his mouth when your daughter trails in behind you, an excited glint in her eyes as she unintentionally adds fuel to your flames. “his name is chestnut!”

SUNA: resistance: 3.5/10

suna tried really hard to say no, he swears. tried to walk quickly past the pet store and to go grab aran’s birthday present without distraction. but all it took was a little squeal of, “look, daddy! kitties!” and he’d been powerless to fight the insistent tug on his hand as his five year old daughter pulled him towards the litter of kittens in a storefront.

he’d just gone in to let her look, he swears. but then his baby was crowding the little pen, and suddenly he was asking an employee if she could hold one. and seeing his daughter hold that little kitten (white with little brown patches) was all it took.

he’d spent at least half an hour at the pet store, leaving with a cute pink collar and a tinkling bell, ceramic food bowls, veterinarian approved food and treats, toys with feathers and pom-poms, and a kitten named patches in a carrier.

your daughter doesn’t even give him a chance to come up with a valid story or reason, immediately coaxing her new kitten out and hauling it up into her arms, running into the living room to show you.

he’s well aware of how lucky he is when the kitten curls into your lap, your daughter gazing down at it so adoringly, stroking its fur so lovingly.

"we're definitely going to talk about this later," you promise, and suna tries to recall the list of chores you'd asked him to do before then. if the bathrooms are cleaned, maybe you'll go a little easier on him--

"oh, did you pick up aran's birthday present? i need to wrap it."

suna, standing there with an armful of cat supplies, just sighs.

OIKAWA - resistance: 2/10

"a puppy is fine," you'd said when oikawa brought up finally getting a family pet. "not a cat, not a hamster, not a turtle or bird. a dog."

"i've always wanted a big dog," you'd told him, when he'd asked which breed you'd preferred. it'd be so cute, a handsome golden retriever or labrador dressed up in a bow for this year's christmas card.

"a dog, tooru," you remind him as he herds the kids into the car. "come home with a bird and you're sleeping on the couch."

"you underestimate me, mi amor," he laughs, kissing your cheek. "i'll come home with a dog more loyal than iwa-chan."

so when he comes home from the pet store with your son and daughter in tow, you expect their excited babbling to be accompanied by barking.

it's not.

instead, your children present you with a cage holding a guinea pig.

your eyes immediately lock onto your husband, who is standing behind them holding a box containing an unassembled guinea pig hutch and a box of chocolates. the ones from your favourite chocolatier in retiro.

you take the chocolates with a huff, all your dreams of the perfect family photo for your cards flushed down the drain.

"explain yourself," you say flatly, the kids giggling as their new guinea pig sniffs at their hands. meanwhile, you smack oikawa's arm with the box of chocolates. "i wanted a dog."

"but they really, really, wanted the guinea pig," he tries to reason. "and i--" he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a little bow. "look, a bow! for your photos!"

he sleeps on the couch that night.

AKAASHI - resistance: 3/10

"akaashi?"

he glances up at you over the rims of his glasses. "yes, love?"

"how was the mall?" you ask, obviously probing as you set your blazer aside.

"good," he shrugs, your daughter snuggling into his side. "we got some new books. how was work?"

"that's nice," you hum in agreement, standing before the two of them now. "and it was fine, i got a great author to sign with us today."

he's sweating a little now, the anticipation building in the room. "that's great news. we should celebrate. would you like to go out for dinner--"

"akaashi."

"yes, my love?"

you pluck the book from his hands. "why is there a rabbit laying on your chest?"

"his name is nibbles!" your daughter exclaims, patting the rabbit's white fur. "he's so cute!"

"he's very cute," your husband agrees, kissing the top of her head. "you see, we were on our way to the bookstore when we saw the rabbits in the--"

your daughter reaches under the blanket. "and this is sniffles! i didn't want nibbles to get lonely when we go out!"

so, naturally, he purchased another rabbit.

"akaashi," you say a little more firmly, squeezing your eyes shut with a sigh.

"...yes, love?"

you lift nibbles off of his chest, stroking a hand over his admittedly soft fur. "did you even try to say no?"

"no."

because that's how akaashi is. one bedtime story always turns into two. one more episode of paw patrol always turns into two more episodes of paw patrol.

and like a magic trick, one rabbit turns into two.

#bokuto x reader #atsumu x reader #suna x reader #oikawa x reader #akaashi x reader #bokuto koutaro #miya atsumu #suna rintarou #oikawa tooru #akaashi keiji #haikyuu!! #haikyuu headcanons #dad!hq brainrot

[jamestrmtx]

Fairytale Complex - [Undertale | Sans x Reader]

[Gender Neutral, Frisk's Parent Reader | Slow Burn]

Chapter Nine | Dating Tense! (Part 1 of 3)

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Alternate Title: 'Hey, (mami/papi)' or 'Sans acts like a Latin American f*ckboy'.

• • •

Week two into clearing out the air between you and Frisk's monster friends arrives much faster than you would like.

With all the pent-up frustration you'd let out during the first half of your tour and how you ended up postponing the other half prematurely precisely due to that, you don't really want to visit Toriel's home anymore. Even if she did invite you over for a chat at her place back when you were still at the hospital, and even if you did tell her you would set up a date with her soon, you assume she's already long forgotten about that promise, and the mere thought of asking her where she lives now that she's moved on from an apartment to a house is far too much for you.

Are you available today?

I would like to fulfill what I promised you at the hospital, if so.

If not, do let me know when you are free.

Here is the new address.

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If you are not certain over how to make it here, I can gladly pick you up during your lunch break, or after you have clocked out of work.

Or I can ask another person to help you get there.

Just make sure you do not eat anything before visiting, so I can prepare either lunch or dinner for you and everyone else here, depending on when you arrive.

Take care. ]:)

But, of course -- and as fate would have it -- she'd sent you a string of messages first thing in the morning today.

She'd even sent you a picture with her new address, detailed to such a point where you really wish -- now that you see who the person is -- you hadn't agreed with her on having someone help you find her new home.

"Jump in," Sans says, opening the front passenger door of what you can only assume is Papyrus's car based on the stories Frisk told you about him. "We'll make it there in less than an hour -- just in time for you to make it back to work later."

Between Toriel's sudden message, what happened back at Waterfall, the cloudy weather rushing you to make a decision, and just who's the person the goat lady's entrusted to help you out, it's almost impossible for you not to stress any more than you have already.

You're still too worked up over what was revealed to you at Waterfall, and you still can't shake off the extreme caution you've now built around the same person meant to keep you safe in the first place, as far as having to remind yourself not to be as on-edge as you'd been the time he tried to console you when you started tearing up back at the Ruins.

That reminder makes you look at the monster again, though without a friendly tone or look present, mind once again fueled by your urgent need to put up a front around him.

"What makes you think I'll hitch a ride from you now of all times?" you ask, remaining in place. "And with questionable music, to top it all off."

While you're usually not one to make shallow judgements based on personal taste, you can't ignore how obvious he's being with you right now. There's a bell of warning ringing at the back of your head with the low rumble and suggestive beat of the song playing on the radio, and his beyond relaxed driving pose. Only one hand's on the wheel, and the other's hung over the open window. He's either pretending, or he's for real about his attitude, something hard to tell after ending your tour with him at the Underground.

"C'mon, pal. We know our names, met a whole month ago, and you know some of my past to more detail now, don't ya? I'd say we're still acquaintances, at the very least."

"I'm afraid I'll still have to refuse." You cross your arms and point with your gaze at the minivan parked not far behind him. "I've got my own car to drive in. I can follow behind you."

The skeleton's gaze follows yours, and his grin almost stretches when he gets a good look at where you're pointing at. "A minivan?" His irises light up and he snickers, a rumble similar to the song's leaving him. "You really are a parent at heart, huh?" His irises move on back to you, and you further shield yourself with the cross of your arms when you see he's now eyeing you up and down, a different light flaring in his gaze. "Don't think I've said this before, but you've got the looks of one, too." He winks. "And this's probably a bit off-topic and a whole lot personal, but... Has Frisk told you why they ran away yet, or are they still keepin' quiet about it? Jerry aside, you sound n' act like a good parent, as far as I've gotten to know you."

Sans hits another weak spot, one you try to mask by showing anger on your face, using the excuse of him having checked you out. "I doubt I should answer that to a guy who's just looked me up and down." You form a scowl, persisting. "You really have no shame left in you anymore, do you? If you hadn't been so honest with me at the hospital, I would've assumed you've got experience trying to woo people over -- even if you're not that good at it, in reality."

He grins and later shrugs; the arm hung over the window slips back inside the car and lowers the volume some. "Well, what can I say, pal? Ya don't wanna be acquaintances, ya don't wanna be friends, and you're set on me being your enemy ever since the tour. The only thing I've got left's to try flirtin' with you."

"You really don't." You huff and let your arms fall back to their rightful place, self-consciousness showing when you see his irises follow your movements. "Are you that intent on pissing me off from now on? Stop staring at me like that."

"If I stop, will ya try to listen? I just wanna help you and your kid out."

Humour vanishes from his skull; the serious note to his words is then augmented when he makes eye contact with you, music now low enough not to distract you anymore. "Fine." You look back to your car. "But I won't ride with you. I... I don't trust you enough to be all alone with you anymore." You pause and avoid any further eye contact, crossing your arms again when you feel too exposed from his earlier staring.

Being a full-time office worker and single parent, topped off with having to do almost all the chores around the house, meant little to no time for yourself, which in turn meant self-care was scarce -- a factor that tripled when Frisk ran away, made worse with how you coped with their absence. Barely eating anything throughout the day to later drown out your sorrows with the least healthy food there was late in the night -- mostly microwavable to avoid having to cook only for yourself -- had left an imprint on your body and health alike, and it shows to this day. Even if you were starting to get your social life back together and even if you were little-by-little going back to a better and healthier lifestyle, you were still far from being as active as you once were before Frisk went missing. The once natural huskiness and pudginess of your physique was something, but ignoring how that amount doubled over the past few months, how you lost what once used to be good stamina, and how you have stress acne all over your face is a whole different thing in its entirety.

This man was seeing the downright worse self you could possibly show to the world right now, both in terms of emotional and physical health. How he apparently gained a crush on you over the past month is an anomaly you rather wouldn't want to find an answer for currently.

"(Y/N)?"

You look towards the skeleton when he calls out for you, a bit off-put by him using your name. Truth be told, you'd already grown used to him calling you 'pal' or (L/N). Any other name besides those main two felt strange coming from his teeth. "You good?" he asks, a subtle furrow present on his skull. "You've been spacin' off for a while now."

"I'm good," you reply, careful not to let your voice break. It's not until you see him wipe the car door with his jacket's sleeve that you notice rain's began to fall, tainting the inside -- a cause of him having left the window open. "...You should close the window, Serif. I'll follow behind in my car."

"Ride with me." There's not a trace of humour left in him, though you still find it hard getting to take him seriously. "I promise I won't bother you 'til we get to Tori's."

"I still can't." You step back, eyes looking off towards the passenger door to see it left ajar, kept somewhat protected by the rain, yet still in wait for you. "Sorry, but I.... I really can't." Already feeling your work uniform starting to stick, you reach out for your bag and take a mini-umbrella out, shielding yourself from the rain with it. "Thanks for the offer, and for the tour last weekend, but I simply can't ignore how you looked at me just a second ago, and how you've been acting with me recently."

• • •

With how heavy the rain gets, you can barely see when the monster takes a turn to the left, forcing you to take a detour to the emergency lane and suck up a cry of frustration.

Of course, accepting a ride in his car would've been much easier than all this, but then what about your integrity as a person?

Some monsters were reported to have caused Frisk harm, one of them in particular said to have been a literal, killer robot, programmed by none other than Alphys, the same monster responsible for hurting her own kind through means of inhumane experiments.

So if that was the case, who knew what that skeleton could be up to?

Whether jokingly or not, you were far from trusting over his demeanor and were in no means wanting to leave Frisk under the care of him, Papyrus, Toriel, or anyone else anymore. After all, your ex-husband left the second he deemed himself too irresponsible to look after a child. So who's to say an utter stranger belonging to another species wouldn't do the same, or worse?

"I'm sorry to say this, but we're gonna have to stop here."

Once again caught daydreaming, you look to your left, the monster's muffled voice made more audible when you lower the window only slightly, keeping the rain outside. "It'll be hard gettin' anywhere with how strong it's pourin'."

Sans is pretty much drenching himself, though your urge to let him in your car is held back when you question yourself over it. You chew on your lip as you think it through, clicking the switch the second after you scold yourself over your straight-up awful manners recently. "Get inside," you exclaim, huffing. "Don't just soak yourself for me!"

Without waiting, you turn your back to him and reach out for the seat next to yours, opening up the front passenger door for him to pass by and closing it the second he's in.

"Wouldn't've happened if you'd just hitched a ride off of me. Or unblocked my number, at least."

"As if."

His breathing's scarce, and your questions over why he hadn't chosen to use magic similar to last time are answered to you when you remember what he said about Karma.

"Use this." You offer out a towel to him, one you retrieve from within Frisk's leftover school supplies at the back of the car. "Why would you drive all the way back, park your car behind mine, and then get down from it even though it's pouring, all just to talk to me? Haven't I given off enough signs about us? Don't do this for me, Serif. I... I appreciate all your help, but I can handle this from here on out."

You find it hard not to stare when he slips off his jacket and throws it on his lap, revealing a bulky build despite him being a skeleton. He's soaked from head to toe, yet he pays little to no mind to it and takes the towel from your hands, patting it over himself a few times. "You done starin', pal?"

"How are you so... big-boned? I thought that was just your jacket adding extra bulkiness to you!" You look away when you realize just how plain and awfully rude you've been. It doesn't help when you remind yourself he's drenched because of you. "That was rude of me," you say, sighing. "I'm sorry." A strain takes over your chest and a frown accompanies it. "What I meant to say is, well..." You breathe out a sigh. "Why are you so... husky? Is that normal for skeleton monsters?"

"Just as normal as it is for you to have love handles. Didn't really notice the first few times we met, but you've gotta real (mom/dad) bod, if I do say so myself. Your work uniform kinda brings that out more."

You face him with wide eyes and keep your distance from him by scooting away, once more stricken by how much he's changed in so short of a time. What was once a level-headed and decent guy was turning out to be a much more brazen one -- a jerk, not so much yet, but boy, was he starting to cross a few boundaries every now and then. "So it's... not?"

"It's normal." He chuckles, honesty present in the subtle, hearty rumble of his laughter. "...You sayin' it ain't normal for you to have those? 'Cause Human Anatomy's taught me it is. Even more so if you're a single parent, since time's scarce and stress's more than bountiful. Don't really expect you to have your ex's six-pack abs if you're takin' up pretty much all the responsibilities of raising a family by yourself."

"Wh-" You ignore everything he's said and instead reply with, "...Why do you call them that, anyway? You know the scientific term for them if that's the case, don't you?"

"I do, but I kinda like calling 'em that more," he says. "It's a cute name for 'em."

If this was another way of him getting to try to flirt with you more, it was the weakest and most awful attempt yet. Whether he was joking or not didn't matter anymore, your desire to have him out of your life increasing with each second he spends inside your car. "You sure have plenty of guts for a skeleton, you know that? Never in my life would've I imagined someone would bring that up in a conversation." You sigh, breathe back in, and turn the air conditioner down a notch, annoyance helping further contrast the cold of the rain. "Are you alright with the cold, Serif? I know you lived at Snowdin, so I'm not sure if you're uncomfortable or not, but... I lowered it since you got rained on."

"Warmin' up to me already, pal?"

You throw another towel at the skeleton, and a scowl returns to your face. "Ask that again, and I'll kick you out for sure this time."

He laughs, taking the towel and draping it over his shoulders. "Duly noted."

• • •

With the rain forcing you to start up any means of conversation with the monster, you suck up your pride and unblock his number half an hour into your wait for the sky to calm down.

"I might have just enough energy to drive us there without havin' to wait so much for it to clear up," he comments, breaking the ice when you let him know he can call and text you again. "But I'm gonna have to take the wheel from here on."

Letting him drive is by far crossing the thick and neon line you've drawn between him and yourself, yet you can't exactly rule out his reasoning behind it. Before you can spell a 'why' in protest, he continues, preventing you from interrogating him again, "My normal magic's strong enough for small tasks, so I can try casting a veil over the windshield, kinda like how I did the last time you almost fell into the river."

It makes sense, though you hesitate, pride further shrunken when you realize you didn't exactly thank Sans for last time. "Won't it tire you out?"

"A lil', yeah. But it's better than waitin' some more, and I can just sleep that off as soon as we get to Tori's."

You face the wheel, reluctant to let go. "...Are you sure? But then what about your car?"

He nods. "It's already parked n' locked. We can think about that later."

Facing the rain, you bite on your lip and consider the options: either stay here for what you assume will be another hour alone with the skeleton, or agree with him and get to Toriel's on time. The meeting you have at work returns to your mental to-do list, influencing your thoughts on what decisions to make.

Sans was offering to help you out, but at what cost?

Would he bring it all up later and make mention of how much you owed him?

And then again, hadn't he been obnoxious enough with his flirting for you to have a counter-argument about it?

Whatever his reasons were for having offered to show you around the Underground with as much patience as he displayed and help you meet with Frisk's monster friends -- going as far as to drive you to Toriel's new place by himself -- you truly don't have time to delay anymore; the pending meeting is sufficient to remind you of that. As a result, you backtrack on your stubbornness, sighing out your frustration and letting go of the wheel after. "Thank you." Glancing at the back of the car and later back at him, you give him another look of warning before speaking up again, "Back away first," you say, lips a firm line. "If you're gonna move over to the wheel, you're way too close for what I'm about to do."

"Sure." He grins, scooting away. "Whatever ya want, pal."

You eye him over again, making sure he's distant enough for you to move to the back; no way you were getting an inch closer to him physically. The proximity from his seat to your own is more than abundant already.

When you're certain he's not looking at -- or anywhere near -- you, you slip one careful step after the other into the backseat as best as you can. Caution over not letting him take a look at your derrière or anywhere else deems your movements clumsy. Your foot almost slips, though you catch yourself, resulting in a not-so graceful land, face hitting the seats.

"You can move over now," you say once sitting up straight. You fix your clothing and look back to the front of the car when you're done. "I'm not doing that again with you around, so I'll just stay here for the rest of the ride." While you notice his irises have been gazing out at the rain thus far, you don't exactly rule out the possibility of him having slipped in a look on you while you were moving to the back. Simply confiding the monster with your car was ample trust for one single day. Having given your back to him in the most literal sense possible was exceeding it.

"Noted," he replies, laughing. "But don't sweat it. If you're worried about me ogling you, I only saw you climb over to the backseat, and nothin' else. I don't like lookin' at people that way."

"Didn't you do that barely a few hours ago, though?"

"I was mostly just distracted by how... different you look in your work uniform. Real different from your casual self, I'd say."

You face him with stern eyes, unamused. "Oh, that's all, I'm sure." You scoff. "Dunno what's your type, but I've got to be the only human you've talked with so far if you've seriously got a crush on me."

"Why's that?"

"Haven't you seen me at my ugliest? I doubt I looked anywhere near attractive the day after I fainted."

"Last time I checked, a hospital's not a catwalk, ain't it?" He grins. "And who says I'm not into you? You're still a PILF, as far as my tastes go."

"What's that mean?" you ask, quirking a brow.

"An abbreviation for 'Person/Parent I'd Like to be Friends with'."

You're sitting straight on the backseat now, hands folded over your lap as you look to the windshield, distracting yourself away from his gaze. Worry over the rain not picking up makes you wonder if Frisk's doing okay in Toriel's new home, and just what they could be up to with her and the rest of their monster friends. "Were you always this shameless and keeping that hidden? Or am I a special case for you?"

He winks and grabs the wheel without breaking his irises away from you, now staring at you from the rearview mirror. "Whatever you think it to be." It doesn't take more than another hostile look from your part for his smile to tense up again, irises almost appearing to do the same. "Damn." He whistles, looking away and grabbing the wheel tighter. "You're a tough cookie, pal."

"Yes, and I have my reasons for it."

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Coming Back Home - Chapter Five: The Time of My Life

“So I'll tell you something This could be love, because I've had the time of my life No, I never felt this way before Yes I swear, it's the truth And I owe it all to you” - (i’ve had) the time of my life: bill medley and jennifer warnes (aka the song from dirty dancing)

Plot: Six years ago, Y/N left her hometown and all its bad memories behind, and never looked back. But now, she’s come back to be the maid of honour in her sister’s wedding. Returning ‘home’ means she has to confront her past, the last thing she wants to do. When she meets the handsome best man Nick, she feels more comfortable…until her sister asks her to show Nick around town…a town that Y/N fell out of love with a long time ago.

Can Y/N fall back in love with the town she left behind, and maybe find love of her own along the way? (based on prompt by @orphicodysseywrites​)

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Warnings: Some mentions of alcohol

Note: I’m so sorry this chapter took so long! I’ve been super busy during Christmas because I work retail, and when I got home, I was so drained and unmotivated to write something, but here we are! I hope y’all enjoy the emotional roller coaster this chapter will take you on ;) Also, this chapter has some parts told in Nick’s POV for the first and definitely not the last time

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Disclaimer: I do NOT own Nick or his character! I just used Nick bc he’s the only character of Dacre’s that fits this prompt. Aside from Nick being in this, this fic has NOTHING to do with The Broken Hearts Gallery. But you should all see the movie if you can, because it’s adorable!

Later That Day

“How about this one?” Nick suggests. I scrunch my nose up. We were both trying to figure out what song to dance to at the wedding. Yes, we’ve left it late, but given everything that’s happened since we got here, can you blame us?

“Absolutely not.” Nick sighs. “What?”

"It’s a fun song! It’ll get people dancing.”

“Nick, even though we both look good, I don’t think dancing to Sexy and I Know It will be a good idea. Unless we want to give our great aunts a heart attack.” Sighing, Nick nods, crossing it off his list. “Now, I have made a playlist for this very occasion, so let me put it on...” I announce, crossing over to my phone.

“Of course you have. Katie’s told me about how many playlists you have Y/N. How many do you have now? Fifty?” Nick teases. Ignoring him, I hit play. Soon, the sounds of Waterloo by ABBA fills the room. Nick gives me a look. “ABBA? Seriously?”

“What do you mean, ‘seriously’ ?!” I ask. “They’re iconic! This song won them Eurovision!”

“That’s true, but no. No ABBA." I roll my eyes.

“No taste.” I shake my head. Ignoring me, Nick hits skip. The Time of My Life from Dirty Dancing starts playing. Nick and I look at each other. My mouth drops open, and he raises an eyebrow. “What?! This song is iconic! This scene is iconic! Patrick Swayze is an incredible dancer in this scene!”

“That’s true. He’s a great dancer. But I’m not that good.” 

“I can’t judge that Nick, I’ve never seen you dance.” Nick laughs.

“That’s a good thing. You’ll see at the wedding.”

“Come on! Get some practice! Dance with me.” I urge, holding out my hands. “Please?!”

“Oh, no. Did you hear what I just said?” Ignoring him, I take his hand, gently leading him into the centre of the room. “Y/N. I’d only ever do something like this for you, but I’m telling you that I’m going to stand on your feet and you will regret ever asking me to dance with you.” He sighs, taking my other hand. I start dancing, whilst Nick stands there, awkwardly moving. 

“See! This isn’t so bad!” I smile. “I’ve had...the time of my life....” I start singing. Nick laughs. “I get to endure your dancing, and you get to endure my singing. It’s only fair.”

“Guess that’s true. In that case, I should dance properly.” Nick moves closer, places his hand around my waist, and takes my other hand in his. I gasp. Did not expect him to be so close. Nick twirls me under his arm. 

“I’veeee, had the time of my lifeeee...” I sing to myself. Nick laughs. “What? I know I’m not that good at singing, but this song is SO good, can you blame me?!”

“You’re not that bad.” Nick smiles, continuing to twirl and dance with me around the room. “Do you even remember the dance from this film?” He asks.

“Kinda? To be honest, all I remember is the lift. You don’t have to lift me by the way.” Nick frowns.

“I think...he dips her like this.” Nick mumbles, and before I can even do anything, he gently but effortlessly dips me. I let out a little squeal, and he quickly pulls me up, asking if I’m okay. Still breathless, I can’t even reply.

“For someone who says he can’t dance, you’re...really good.” I gasp eventually.

“Guess I’m full of surprises.” He grins. As the song draws to a close, Nick continues to hold me close. It was nice...really nice. I could stay like this forever. The music changes in the background behind us, but neither of us notice. “So...” Nick begins. “Which song do you think we should choose?”

“Well, if we pick this one, everyone will expect you to lift me.” He nods. 

“We could try if you want?” He asks, dropping his hands to my waist.

“No, no, no, no, no, NICK!” I squeal as he lifts me off of my feet. “I’m ticklish! No!” I start giggling and squirming, so much so that Nick drops me. As I fall, so does he, and he lands on top of me.

“You okay?” He asks, his voice husky. I nod, breathless. He moves some hair out of my face, gazing into my eyes. “Good.” He smiles. His face has never been so close to mine before. I can see little flecks of gold in his eyes. They’re beautiful...like he is. Nick sits up and gently helps me up onto my knees. “Sure you’re okay?” He asks, and I nod again. 

“Nick, it’s okay. Honestly. Thanks for today, though.” I smile, scooting over and hugging him. “Sorry you had to endure my singing though.”

“Sorry you had to endure my horrible dancing.” Nick replies. The two of us sit there for what feels like forever, but is probably just a few minutes, holding each other. Reluctantly, I pull apart.

“I better go. Katie wanted me to help finish up some of the stuff for the bachelorette party.” I announce, getting up and picking up my phone. “Bye, Nick.” I give him a small wave before walking out of the room. As soon as I’m out of his eyeshot, I lean against the wall and sigh. What is it with me these days? I had suddenly started to feel an intense desire to stay close to Nick, and spend as much time with him as possible...but gotten way more awkward at the same time. Sighing, I walk upstairs to meet Katie.

It’s probably nothing...right?

~~~

A Few Days Later: The First Night of the Bachelorette Party Weekend - 6 Days til the wedding.

“Okay, so this is the number for the hotel, even though you’re not meant to be texting or calling me....but I won’t tell!” Katie talks to Adam as I carry my suitcase towards the stairs. It’s finally here: the bachelorette party. Katie, the rest of the bridesmaids and I were travelling to a nearby town to go drinking and dancing. To save driving back to Saint Chase in the middle of the night, we were all staying in a local hotel. Sighing, I pull my suitcase towards the stairs, ready to walk down them one step at a time, whilst also trying to keep a hold on my other bags. I stifle a yawn. Since Katie and I were going down early to set up the hotel rooms, it meant we all had to get up super early, and I was nowhere near close to functioning. Not that I was usually, but today was worse.

“Need some help?” Nick asks suddenly, popping up behind me, causing me to jump and almost lose my balance. My suitcase is close to tumbling down the stairs, nearly taking me with it. But Nick holds his hands out and catches it as best as he can.

“Shit, Nick! You need to stop sneaking up on me like that!” I scold. Even though I liked seeing him, I did not like it if it meant a heart attack came along with it.

“Sorry, I just saw you were struggling, and I saw those stairs, so I thought I could help.” He shrugs. I sigh. I mean, he was right. I did need help.

“...Yeah, you’re right.” I nod. “Can you take these?” I ask, passing him most of my bags.

“God, what is IN these things?” Nick asks as he gets increasingly more laden down. “I thought you girls were only going away for the weekend?”

“Yup.” I nod, popping the p. “These bags have our sashes, some balloons, other accessories like the mini veil and tiara, headbands....the photo booth props....” I trail off when I notice Nick looking at me like I’ve grown an extra head. “Yeah, bachelorettes are intense. And Katie and I are going down early to set up, so I have to bring everything now. Hence...all this.” I gesture around with my free hand. “And this suitcase has our makeup, outfit changes, and spares, just in case.” Nick still looks horrified. 

“We’re just gonna stay here, play some video games and drink some beers.” He states, making me laugh.

“Welcome to the world of the bachelorette party, Nick. Trust me, I was the same when I first started planning. Now...I am the master.” I strike a pose, and Nick laughs. “And besides, if you think this is bad, wait till you see our stuff for the day of the wedding.” Nick’s eyes go wide again, making me laugh. Nick helps me down the stairs with everything, and he and Adam help Katie and I pack the car full of our things.

“Okay, that’s us all loaded up! Bye, handsome.” Katie tells Adam, pulling him into a kiss, whilst Nick and I stand around slightly awkwardly. 

“Well, uh...have fun. Be sure to...show me pictures?” 

“Only if you show me some from the bachelor party too.” Nick nods. “Well...bye Nick.” I smile, giving him a small wave and walking towards the car. 

“Y/N, wait!” He calls, and I turn around. He walks up to me and gently takes my hands in his. I immediately feel shivers up my arms. Nick speaks again, his voice now hushed. “If you have a nightmare again, or if you need someone to talk to, give me a call, alright? Doesn’t matter how early or late it is. I want you to know I’ll always be there for you.” I feel tears rising in my eyes all over again.

“Nick...are you sure?”

“Positive.” He pulls me into a hug before I can even react. “Have a fun weekend.” He whispers, squeezing me so tightly that I swear my heart stops. In a good way, though. Nick and I pull apart, and as I gaze into his blue eyes, I realise that I don’t want to go. Even though I knew I had to support my sister, and I knew I did want to go....a stronger part of me just wanted to stay and hang out with Nick.

“Come on, Y/N!” Katie orders. “We need to go if we’re going to have any chance of setting up before the girls arrive!” Blushing slightly, I turn back to Nick. 

“Bye Nick.” I smile. He wishes me goodbye, and I get into the car besides Katie. The two of us wave as we pull out of the driveway, Nick and Adam waving us goodbye as we go. As the house fades out of view, the feeling from before, the desire to stay, returns. I try and ignore it, but it’s intense. “What is wrong with me?!” I think to myself. Whatever it is, I better forget it soon, or I’ll be thinking about Nick for the whole night.

~~~

That Night

Pushing open the door to the karaoke bar, the six of us walk in. 

“YAAAAAY! KARAOKE!” Katie calls, slightly tipsy already.

“I cannot believe you’ve talked me into this. I’m not even that drunk or a good singer!” I hiss. I know I’ve already sung in front of Nick, but this was different. I was comfortable with Nick, but there were people here. People who could hear me. People who I don’t know.

“Come on, Y/N! It’ll be fun! And don’t you worry, once you get some more shots in you, you’ll be right up on that stage.” Sam grins. Sam was another member of Katie’s bridal party. Altogether, there was me, Caroline, Sam, Sam’s wife Vanessa, and Katie’s college roommate Brooke. I was so thankful that Katie has such a small bridal party. It makes my life so much easier. 

“And besides, you don’t have to be a good singer...to be honest, most people aren’t.” Brooke smiles.

“If you say so....” I mumble. The group of us sit in a booth and order some drinks to get started. I’m going to need a lot more of these to get through this karaoke. If they think I’ll be up on that stage, they have another thing coming.

~~~

Two Hours Later

“Cause tonight for the first time....just about half-past ten....for the first time, in HISTORY....it’s gonna start raining meeeeeen!” I sing into the microphone. The girls cheer from the table. “IT’S RAINING MEN!” Brooke and I both sing/shout into the microphone, our arms around each other.

“I mean we’re gay but yessss!!! Love that!” Vanessa and Sam shout. It turns out it only takes a few more wines to get me up on the stage. Who knew? Brooke and I continue the song and finish to thunderous applause, mostly from the rest of the girls. 

“You’re right!! That was so fun!!!!” I grin, jumping up and down. “I’m sorry for doubting youuuuu.” I pull Brooke into a hug, which she returns. The two of us sit back down at the table. “Katie! Katie! Did you see me?!” I ask. “Wasn’t I good?! Can you believe....Nick had the cheek to say I wasn’t that bad. I’m a star in the making.”

“Who’s Nick?” Sam asks. 

“Well. He’s Adam’s best man. And he is cute as hell.” I grin. Fumbling with my phone, I open instagram to Nick’s profile. “SEE?!” I exclaim, showing them my phone screen. 

“Babeeee, your thumb’s in the way.” Katie tells me, trying to swat it out of the way. I move it, and soon a chorus of ‘awwws’ and ‘wows’ fills the air. 

“You’re right, he’s gorgeous!” Brooke nods. 

“Right? I wish he could see me now. I’m so hot.” The girls agree. “Wait. Katie...I have an idea.”

~~~

A Few Hours Later

Nick’s POV

Yawning, I put my phone on charge and place it on the nightstand. The boys and I had had a fun night together, but I was exhausted, so I decided to go to bed. As I close the curtains, I hear my phone start buzzing on the nightstand. I pick it up, and a bunch of text notifications from Katie pop up on the screen. Chuckling to myself, I open the texts. If I know anything about Katie, I know she’ll most likely be drunk by this point. A picture of Y/N flashes up on the screen, accompanied by a text saying: 

“LOOK HOW GORGEOUSSSSS MY SISTER LOOKS!!!!!!! BET YOU MISS HER, HUH?!” and about a million emojis. I tap on the picture of Y/N, enlarging it. Katie obviously took it whilst she was getting ready, unbeknownst to Y/N. She’s smiling as she applies her makeup, and is looking over at one of the bridesmaids, probably laughing at a joke or something. I smile. She looks so...natural? I’ve been so used to seeing Y/N being fake happy to appease either myself or her sister, and seeing her naturally, with a big smile on her face, not knowing anybody’s watching or taking her photo...she looks beautiful. I mean, she always looks gorgeous, but this time...she looked even more gorgeous. Radiant even. I didn’t even know that was possible. And Katie was right. I do miss her. It was crazy, I’ve only known her for two weeks at this point, but she was quickly becoming someone I cared about, and someone I wanted to see after the wedding. I mean, we had almost kissed...which I initiated...and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t wished that we had kissed. I don’t think I’ll be forgetting her that quickly. 

I scroll down, and notice a video, which Katie has helpfully captioned with “4 u ;)” I hit play. Y/N Is standing by a karaoke machine, wearing a black sequined jumpsuit, a pink maid of honour sash, and a tiara. She looks great.

“This is for youuuu Nick!” She calls, sounding pretty drunk, pointing directly into the camera. The music starts playing, and I start laughing as soon as I recognise it. It’s Dancing Queen by ABBA. Of course. Y/N immediately starts singing and dancing around the stage. She told me earlier on she couldn’t sing, but she was actually pretty good. I find myself softly singing along as she sings. Soon, the song ends, and she takes a bow to thunderous applause from the bar. She comes running up to Katie’s phone. “Were you filmin?” She asks, before looking right into the camera. “NICK! I hope you enjoyed that, even though you have NO TASTE!!! See you on Sunday!” She blows a kiss to the camera, making me smile. “...Oooh is that more champagne?” She asks, immediately walking away, making me laugh. I type out a text to Katie:

“You’re right. She does look gorgeous. Tell her I enjoyed the song. Enjoy the rest of your night girls x” I put my phone back on the nightstand and get into bed. Sighing, I look up at the ceiling. What is it with me? Y/N has been occupying my thoughts ever since she and Katie left, and I have no idea why. “You know why, you idiot.” Part of me tells myself. “It’s because you like her.” No, that can’t be it...can it? I mean, I had almost kissed her. Oh shit. Maybe I did like her. I prop myself up on my elbow and pick up my phone again. I start scrolling through my photos from the past two weeks. Y/N’s in almost every one. I feel butterflies within as I see her face smiling back at me. Oh god. I think I do like her. But there’s no way she feels the same. 

~~~

The Next Morning

Y/N’s POV

Groaning, I sit up in bed. My head is starting to pound. Getting out of bed, worming my way around the pairs of heels and accessories left on the floor, I walk into the bathroom, gasping when I see myself in the mirror. My mascara is running, my eyeshadow is smudged, and there is glitter all over my face. Sighing, I get undressed and hop in the shower, letting everything wash away with all the soapy water. Once I’m out, I hear Katie’s voice from the other side of the door, and she frantically knocks. 

“Y/N! Y/N! Are you in there?!” She asks. I open the door and see her shocked face on the other side. 

“What? Do you need to puke?” I ask, standing aside.

“NO! LOOK!” She thrusts her phone at me. I take it and look down at it. It’s displaying her texts to Nick. 

“You sent him the video of me singing karaoke?!” I exclaim. Katie frowns. 

“You told me to? And no! I don’t mean that!!” She snatches her phone back and scrolls down. “Look what Nick sent!” She orders. Taking the phone back, I read the message.

“You’re right. She does look gorgeous.” I immediately block out the rest of the message. Those words replay in my mind. Nick....thinks I look gorgeous? Katie is staring at me, clearly waiting on my response...but I can’t think of anything to say. My mind and my heart feel like they’re racing at 100 miles per hour. I mean, it’s not like he outright admitted he was in love with me or anything...but in a way...he kind of did? Holy shit. I don’t even know how I feel about him. I mean, we have almost kissed already, but that doesn’t mean anything, does it? Who am I kidding, of course it means something. It means that I must like him too, or I wouldn’t have almost kissed him. My mind immediately flashes back to the times people thought Nick and I were boyfriend and girlfriend, or telling us we would make a cute couple, how I didn’t want to leave Nick for this weekend...and realisation dawns on me. The reason why I liked being told that, and why I enjoyed being with Nick...is because I wanted it. Do I...like Nick? As in...like, like? ...I think I might?

“Y/N...are you okay?” Katie asks. “You’re kinda spaced out.”

“Yeah, I’m wonderful.” I lie. I feel like my world has been turned upside down, or like the rug has been pulled out from under me, and I might collapse at any moment. Katie raises an eyebrow.

“Y/N...you promised me that if something’s going on, you’d tell me what it was. I can tell something’s up, and I want to know what. Please? You’re my sister. I want to know if something’s bothering you.” She reminds me, and I sigh.

“Fine. We’ll go for some coffee before brunch, and I’ll tell you. Now, will you PLEASE let me get dressed in peace?!”

~~~

Later

I take a sip of my coffee, letting it soothe me and my slowly developing hangover. Katie sits across from me, looking expectantly as she waits on me admitting what’s been going on with me...that I think I have a crush on Nick. Sighing, I meet her gaze...and start telling her everything. How close we’ve grown, how everyone we’ve met thinks we’d be cute together, our almost kiss, how excited I was to see him again, and...how I think I’m falling for him. When I’ve stopped, Katie stares at me silently for what feels like an eternity. I knew she’d need some time to process this...but not this long. “Uh...Katie?” I start, and she immediately cuts me off.

“I KNEW IT!” She gasps, letting out a squeal that makes some of the people in the coffee shop stare. I flush pink, but she doesn’t even notice. “God Y/N, I thought it was going to be something worse than this.” She admits. She sees my pink face and continues. “Y/N. A few days ago, I told you that I’ve seen how happy he makes you, and how it’s like when Adam and I first met. It’s SO OBVIOUS that you like him. Actually...” She giggles, stopping only to take a drink of her coffee. “I didn’t tell you, but last night you were talking about him all the time. Like for the whole night. I think the rest of the girls were too drunk to notice, but I wasn’t. Every five minutes, it was ‘do you think Nick would like this?’ ‘Nick said this...’ ‘Nick said that...’ ‘He’s so cute!’ ‘I want Nick to know how cute I look tonight!’ And now, he does! All thanks to me.” She grins triumphantly. “But seriously Y/N. It’s so obvious. To be honest, I knew that you probably liked him from that first meal in the diner, when you kicked me in the shin.”

“Sorry about that by the way.”

“No, no, don’t be silly! It’s fine. You did that every time I almost spilled your crushes to Grandma. I know you too well. BUT, I did NOT know about this almost kiss though!!!” She squeals again, thankfully quieter this time. “My sister’s getting with the best man!” I quickly shush her.

“No! Nick cannot know. At least, not yet.” She frowns at me. “For one, I have no idea if he even likes me in that way, and second, I am not doing anything to jeopardise your wedding.” Katie scoffs.

“Who cares about my wedding?! My big sister’s finally found the one!” 

“Okay, that’s a bit much, I don’t even know if-”

“Oh, please. I have a feeling that he likes you too, and that you two will be happy for many years to come.” She taps the side of her head as if she’s made a breakthrough, before going back to her coffee. “So...when are you gonna tell him?”

“Katie, did you not hear what I just said? I’m not going to. At least not yet. I do want to know if he likes me back, but I don’t want to take away from your wedding.” She reaches over and takes my hand. 

“Y/N. As your little sister and the bride, you have my blessing to declare your feelings to Nick before my wedding. Seriously. It’s okay. I just want you to be happy.” I smile.

“Thanks sis.” I sigh. She gets down off her seat and hugs me.

“I love you.” She whispers.

“I love you too.”

“...Oh by the way, when I said ‘who cares about my wedding?’ Yeah, well I still care about it. Even though you have my blessing, please don’t let anything go wrong.” I chuckle.

“I won’t. I promise.”

~~~

The Next Day: Sunday - 5 Days til the Wedding

Nick’s POV

Adam’s practically bouncing on his heels as the two of us wait on Katie and Y/N coming back from the bachelorette party. It was cute, though. I had seen his relationship with Katie grow over the years, and was honoured they asked me to be part of their special day. It was so clear how much they loved each other. 

“Dude, calm down.” I smile. “They’ll be here soon.”

“Sorry.” He blushes. “I’ve just been missing Katie, and it’s so close to the wedding now, I’m just...I’m excited to be her husband! I’ll try and calm down.” I smile.

“It’s okay. I just don’t want Katie to come home and find out her fiancé got so excited I had to scrape his body off of the ceiling.” Adam and I laugh.

“So...how about you and Y/N, huh? You excited to see her again?” I nod. Of course I was. “And then you two can finally have that talk.” I frown, looking at him. Did he...did he know? “Oh please, Nick. I’ve seen the way you talk about her. You don’t make it very subtle. You like her, don’t you?” He raises his eyebrows suggestively.

“Well, yeah, but-”

“Not as a friend, as in...that way.” 

“How did you know?” I ask, not even trying to deny it. He chuckles. 

“It’s pretty obvious dude. Both Katie and I have noticed.” Before I can even say anything, he holds his hands up, stopping me. “Don’t worry. Katie and I don’t mind if you and Y/N get together. We just want you both to be happy.” I stand there in silence for a while, not knowing what to say. I mean, he was right, of course...and he gave me his blessing to be with Y/N if it came to that, so what was the issue? Well, of course, she might not like me back...but it was worth a try. “Are you going to talk to her?” Adam asks, looking at me expectantly. 

“...I guess?” I say before even thinking about it. Adam grins and pulls me into a hug. 

“Good luck.” He smiles. Yeah, what could possibly go wrong? Oh right, everything. Soon after, we hear a car pulling up to the house, and we open the door to see the girls getting out and unloading their suitcases and bags. My stomach twists into knots. Katie and Adam spot each other and immediately run into each other’s arms. Walking past them, Y/N walks into the house, standing in the doorway. 

“Hey, Nick.” She smiles softly. The sun behind her illuminates her hair, backlighting her in a golden glow. God, she’s gorgeous. 

“Uh...Hi!” I gasp, quickly realising I hadn’t replied to her. The two of us stand awkwardly silent for a few moments.

“WELL uh, I think I’m going to take these upstairs.” Y/N suddenly announces, making her way towards the stairs. 

“Need a hand?” 

“No! I mean uh...no, I’ll be fine. Thanks Nick.” She walks upstairs, leaving me frowning in the hallway. Why is she being so weird? You don’t think she...oh no. Does she know? Does she know that I think I like her? Does she not feel the same? Oh god, she doesn’t. That’s why she’s so awkward around me. Well, more so than usual. Katie walks into the house and gives me a hug. She winks at me as she also heads upstairs, confusing me even more. What is going on with those two? Sighing, I decide to make us all some tea. As I sit in the living room, drinking my cup, Y/N comes and sits beside me on the couch. “Oh! Thanks, Nick.” She smiles, taking a cup of tea. “So...did you have a nice weekend without us?” She asks. No. I missed you too much. I want to say, but instead, I say:

“Yeah! It was good. We just played some video games.” I immediately curse myself for saying I had a good weekend without her. Now she’ll think I hate her. However, Y/N smiles at that.

“That’s good. Katie told me you saw my karaoke video. Did you like it?” 

“Yeah, I did. You know, you told me you couldn’t sing, but you’re good.” She laughs.

“I don’t think so, but thanks Nick.” She smiles. She glances up as Katie and Adam walk into the room. “I need to talk to you later.” She whispers, before greeting them both. My stomach starts twisting again. Oh god, she’s going to tell me that she doesn’t feel the same, isn’t she? Dammit. Why do I always fall too hard for a girl then end up disappointed? Katie and Adam continue talking to us both, too caught up in the excitement of seeing each other again even to notice how silent Y/N and I are. The atmosphere is shattered by the sound of a car pulling up outside. The four of us look at each other, clearly confused. Nobody else is meant to be staying here now, just us four...so who’s that?

“Did one of your groomsmen forget something?” Y/N asks. Adam and I shake our heads. “And it’s not one of us, because they’re staying in the local hotel, right, Katie?” Katie huffs. 

“It better not be one of them, because I TOLD THEM this house didn’t have enough room for anyone other than us.” A knock sounds at the door. Huffing again, Katie gets up. “Let me handle this.” She sighs. “If it’s our flower vendors, I swear to god, I told them to deliver stuff to the VENUE, NOT HERE.” We hear her voice disappearing down the hallway, and the three of us go back to our tea, expecting Katie to reappear moments later with a quick explanation. Sure enough, we soon hear: “What are YOU doing here?!” Y/N places her cup down and gets up.

“I’ll help her deal with this. Don’t want any issues, like last time.” She gives me a knowing look, and I chuckle lightly. Adam and I go back to scrolling through our phones and drinking tea, until the sound of “Oh, my GOD!” cuts through the air. Frowning, Adam and I look at each other. That was Y/N’s voice. The two of us get up and walk towards the front door. A man stands in the doorway, looking at Y/N and Katie. He hasn’t noticed us yet. Y/N is holding Katie’s hand, clearly squeezing it for dear life, but neither of them says anything. Either to us, the man or each other. Their faces are pale. The man looks over at Adam and I. 

“Ah! Hello there! Now, which of you is the groom?” He asks. 

“Um, I am?” Adam frowns. The man smiles.

“I see! Wonderful to meet you!”

“I’m sorry, sir, but who are you? Can we help you?” I ask. The man chuckles.

“Of course! Where are my manners?!” He asks. “I’m Robert Miller.” He gestures over at the girls, still ghostly pale. “And these two lovely ladies...are my daughters.”

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Maybe

Artist: Lee Donghyuck/Lee Haechan

Group/Crew: NCT(127 & Dream)

Genre: Slight Angst, Smut, Fluff(if you squint)

Word Count: 4.6K

Warning- Use of Cannabis is mentioned, Panic Attacks, Swearing, Explicit language, Unprotected Sex, Oral Sex, Stoner!Haechan

A/N: Sorry for the long wait, not that I think many people were even waiting for this...if you do find this, I hope you enjoy it!

-Admin Nani.

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Her eyes were swollen, fly away pieces of hair sticking to her forehead and the sides of her face. Tears soaked her reddened cheeks, chapped lips parted as she panted. She was inhaling shakily but nothing would go into her lungs, exhales coming out loud and raspy. Her body was stiff, yet limp. She couldn’t move it herself, her brain panicking and crumbling in on itself as she struggled to get oxygen to the organ. Her cries and whimpers were sporadic, coming out every few breaths, and at different volumes. 

She felt like she was dying, her body finally deciding that things were too much to handle and began to fall apart. Her vision was going spotty, body starting to convulse as she continued to panic.

She was oblivious to all her surroundings, yet she was aware of every little thing. The feel of the rough carpet against her skin, the soft pitter-patter of rain against her window, the quiet buzz of the fan above her, even the dryness of her mouth. Her lungs burned, from lack of air. Reality was starting to become hazy. Time started to slow and she blinked, tears falling from her wet lashes and down the side of her face, and she thought the same thing as every other time. “Ah, yes. This is it....” 

The exhale was smooth, smoke flowing from between her glossed lips and dispersing throughout the barely lit room. Her eyes were low, head leaned against the wall that she sat against. Music was filling the house that she was in, bass bumping so hard that you could feel it even from outside. Not that she could tell, her mind too smoke filled to hear everything normally. “Hey!” She heard from next to her, making her head kind of fall to the side in curiosity to who it was. Her heart fluttering faintly in her chest when she made eye contact with the person. “Dongchan!” She laughed out the nickname, placing the fat wrap of cannabis between her lips and she stood to wrap her arms around the taller male. 

She hadn’t seen him the semester had ended, almost a month ago, and she’d missed him. Honestly. He was one of her very few friends, not to mention her fellow stoner. She also may have had a tiny crush on him, starting when he found her in the midst of a breakdown and calmly helped her through it. “Hey, shortstack. You been okay? What you smoking there?” He asked in her ear, arm wrapping securely around her back to hold gently at her waist to hold her close to his side. She merely shrugged before leaning up telling him the strands that filled in her joint. “Wanna share?” He nodded before starting to gently guide her through the crowd, looking back to make sure that she was actually okay with going with him. She was, of course. 

Leading her to one of the bathrooms all the one way in the back of the third floor of the house, he ushered her in before following and locking the door behind them. Moving to sit in the tub, she struggled to take off her boots after handing him the joint and her lighter. When she finally had them off, she looked to him expectantly. “What?” He rasped as he pulled the wrap from his lips. “Come sit with me, Dongchan.” She asked softly, smiling when he simply shook his head with a laugh and toed off his Vans. “This is so weird, shortstack.” He chuckled, sitting across from her. Handing her back the joint after another hit, he leaned back and let his eyes flutter shut. “Sorry I haven’t been ‘round much…had to handle things back home.” He stated simply, making her nod slowly. “Here home, or…” He shook his head, “There.” She nodded, taking a drag and not prying into his business. It wasn’t her place to ask anything, he would talk about it if he wanted to. 

“Have you been okay? Be honest, please, shortstack.” He muttered, head still leaned back and eyes shut. “Meaning? Because, no, I never am. Don’t think I ever will be.” She stated, taking another drag. At that, he lifted his head slowly and let his eyes open slightly, and eyebrows furrowing. Leaning forward, she brushed her thumb across the slit in his brow. “You actually did it?” Her lips pulled in a lopsided grin, pouting when he reached up to gently grab her hand. “Y/N...did any happen when I was away?” She stared into his eyes, looking back and forth between the deep brown pools of emotion, her teeth gnawing at her bottom lip as she gave a slight nod. “Bad?” Again, a slight nod and she looked away, moving back to her spot. “I had one earlier…was so bad, thought I was dying…” She muttered in a soft voice, a tear falling to her cheek but she ignored it, sniffling and taking another inhale of smoke. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here…” He breathed, standing to pull her up and into a hug. She merely shrugged, “It’s okay, don’t worry about it…” “Know what triggered?” He muttered into her hair, thumbs stroking her sides. “Was watching a movie...reminded me of my childhood...and my dad.” He muttered, immediately understanding. “We don’t have to talk about it anymore, but I feel like this isn’t the healthiest environment for you to be in.” He pulled away slightly, a pout surfacing on his lips when he noticed the tears rolling down her makeup covered cheeks, leaving streaks in their wake. Wiping at the tears, he leans in to peck her forehead before muttering, “Let’s get outta here,” against her skin as she nods.

He had easily slipped his shoes back on, fingers working quickly to tie his shoelaces. She, on the other hand, was fried out of her mind and was struggling to get her feet into the thick leather that was her boots. So, like the amazing guy that he is, he dropped to his knees and to help her slip them on. “We can go get something to eat...nothing too heavy, unless that’s what you want…” He muttered the end, tying off her second boot and standing. 

He got back in the car, handing her the pharmacy bag, before putting his seatbelt on. “Thanks, Don-Haechan...really…” He merely waved her off with a chuckle before he started up his car and left the store parking lot, heading to his place. 

When they got to his house, in his little community, he easily parked the car and shut it off. Getting out, they made their way to his door, as he unlocked it and pushed it open, the sight of his dog running up was the only thing to actually take in. It was a cute, hyperactive husky pup with his soft barks. “You got a dog?!” She squealed, a grin stretching onto her bare face. He merely hums, smiling as he watches her scoop up the puppy and walk in. He follows, locking the door up completely and toeing off his shoes. “Come sit, so I can take off those traps you call boots.” She laughs but listens, moving to sit on his couch. “What’s its name?” She coos, rubbing at it fur and smiling as it excitedly tries to lick at her face, which she avoids.

“Be right back...gonna grab the stuff.” He muttered, making her nod as she continued to to pet the dog. He stood and walked out the room only for a couple of minutes before he re-emerged again, except now he held a large bong and a bag of grinded weed. Sitting down next to her, he silently opened the bag and started filling the bongs bowl. “Can you grab a bottle of water from the fridge? I forgot to grab it.” He stated softly, glancing at her as she nodded and stood up to go to the fridge. She came back not even a minute later with a liter bottle of water, handing it to him before gently sitting back down. He filled up the bong, before setting the bottle on the table and handing it to her. “Lady’s first.” He smiles, his thumb hitting the mini torches button and burning the herb as she inhaled, the smoke a thick milky color. As he pulled the piece from its hole, the smoke was sucked into her and filled her lungs making her push the large glass away from her and coughed harshly. Her hand grabbed the bottle and took a few gulps before setting it back down.

She was staring at him, not even a full 15 minutes later, with glazed over eyes as he droned on about his home country. “Like, it was the first time I saw the kid in...years-literally years, and he-he just...has grown so much. His voice is deeper than mine! And he’s taller than me, too! Like...I really missed that kid.” “And you said his name was...Jisung? What about your other friends? Did you take pictures with them while you were there?” He merely nodded and moved to her side, phone in hand as he swiped away at the screen. Letting smoke blow from his lips he hands her the bong and she takes another hit before sitting it back on the table. “These are who I consider family...away from family…” He smiled as he stared at the pictures from his screen. Pointing them out, naming them, and even telling a few stories of how they’d met. “They’re cute...and you look really fucking happy in those pictures. “I’ve never really seen you like that.” He laughed softly, running a hand through his hair lazily, he let his head fall back. “With them, I’m my true self. I’m not worried about anything...I don’t get anxious...it’s always a good time...I miss them already.” “They should come live with you.” She states, resting her head on his shoulder and looking up at him with low eyelids. The laugh he let out was hearty, eyes shutting and hand resting on his stomach. “You just wanna meet my attractive friends.” “You’re the most attractive out of the seven of you.” She states simply, shrugging and looking away when he looks at her. “What was that?” He muttered, smirking slightly as he looked at her. She shook her head vigorously, starting to move away to the end of the couch, “You know what I said.” His arm moved to her shoulders and pulled her close to her, his nose brushing against her cheek softly as he hummed in agreement. “And I know it's true, but I wanna hear you say it again.” He smiled, moving to bury his nose in her hair. “Out of your friends...you’re the one I’d fuck.” She looked to him, catching his gaze easily. He smirked, teeth catching his bottom lip. “You’d fuck? You must mean get fucked, right, princess?” He grinned as her breathing hitched for a second. “You like that idea? Me fucking you?” He raised his slit eyebrow, watching her nod before continuing. “I could, right here, on the couch. Then, on the dining table, on the countertop, against the wall, then in my bed all night long.” He leaned in, bumping his nose against hers and brushing their lips together. She leaned into him, only for him to pull away. “I’m gonna roll really quick,” he pulls his arm from her shoulders and stands, grabbing the bong before walking to his room. Her mouth was in an ‘o’, because...what the fuck. She doesn’t really know what happened, but her pussy was soaked and her mouth was salivating at the mere thought of his dick. He was gone for a bit, making her pout and stand from her spot on the couch. Making her way down the hall to his room.

His door was wide open as he sat on his bed, rolling a fat blunt. She stopped as he looked up, making eye contact, before she started walking again as she stripped. Her cropped tank top came off first, leaving her torso naked. Her nipple piercings glinted slightly at the light, catching his attention. At the sight of the metal through the pert buds, he felt his pants get tighter. She smirked when he gulped and pressed a hand to his bulge for a moment, her hand moving to unzip her jeans to show her black lace panties. When she finally got to his doorway, she leaned against the frame and looked at him with low eyes. “Can we smoke in here?” She purred, head tilting to the side as she watched him nod slowly. She pushes off and makes her way to his bed as he finishes rolling. Pushing her pants down, leaving her panties on, she sits right next to him and rests her chin on his shoulder. “What’s got you like this, hm?” He asked, placing the blunt against his lips and taking a drag as he lit it. “You talking to me like that before.” She pouted, pressing her bare chest against his arm. “Mmm...you mean when I talked about fucking you all over my apartment. Did it make you wet, baby?” She whined and nodded, taking the blunt from his passing fingers to set it between her lips. One of his hands pressed to the inside of her thigh, thumb rubbing at the soft skin. “C’mere,” he muttered, squeezing the flesh before moving to her hips to move her to his lap. A soft moan left his lips as she rested on his bulge, his forehead pressing to her shoulder, tongue reaching out to swipe at her skin. “You’re so hard…” She chuckled, taking another drag before handing it back to him. “Grind that pretty pussy on me.” She whined at his words and started grinding against his bulge. “Shit...fuck, that feels good,” she moaned softly, hands resting on his shoulders. He gently wrapped a hand around her throat, forcing her to look at him as he took another drag. Her eyes were low, body twitching slightly at the orgasm that was quickly building in her core. Maybe it was the weed, his fucking face, or the fact that she’d wanted this for a while. Maybe, it was all three. She didn’t know anything besides the fact that he was gonna make her cum and soak her panties completely, and hadn’t even touched her yet. “M’gonna cum.” She whined, her hips speeding up and her fingers moving to wrap around his wrist, to push more pressure on her throat, and the other moving to rest on his clothed chest. “Cum for me, baby. Make a mess on me.” He smiled, squeezing her throat a little. Her eyes rolled back with a soft drawn out moan, orgasm hitting her like a train. “Fuck, you look so sexy when you cum for me, princess. You sound so cute…mm- I can’t wait to fuck you.” He moves his hand from her throat to caress her cheek, watching as she comes down from her high.

Within minutes, she was dropped on her knees in front of the male. His pants were down and his cock was down her throat, his hand tangled in her hair as he watched her bob on his length. “Yeah, just like that.” He mutters softly, blowing out smoke. Pulling back and wrapping her lips around his tip, she looked up at him through her lashes. “Shit, you look so good, baby.” He groans, eyes fluttering shut as she sinks back down. Soft moans started to fall from his lips, hips starting to buck upwards. Just as his breathing started picking up, his lips parting as his head fell back, his phone started ringing loudly-startling the two. “Who the fuck is call-” He groaned, reaching for his phone as she starts to pull away, his hand tightens in her hair to hold her still while he answered the phone. “Hello,” he said into the phone, starting to slowly thrust into her mouth with parted lips. She looked up with wide, teary eyes, holding eye contact with him as he nodded to her. Her jaw relaxed completely, her hands resting on his thighs as he continued thrusting against his warm muscle. Continuing his phone call with a series of hums and nods to the other on the phone, his hips speeding up. “Yeah...uh, I’m gonna call you guys later-” A smile broke out on his face as he chuckled, “Kinda have something to finish…” He nodded with another sigh-like chuckle before ending the call, yanking his shirt off, and pulling her off his length. “Come sit on my dick, baby.” He mutters softly, gripping her clothed hips to pull her on his lap again. Pushing the fabric to the side, he lined his tip to her entrance before dragging her down on his cock with a soft gasp. “Oh my god, you feel so good.” He whispers, forehead resting against her chest as she starts to slowly bounce on him. “You’re so big...filling me so well.” She moaned out, making him nod and start to kiss at her breasts, even taking a nipple between his lips. His tongue flicked against the pert, pierced bud as his hands moved to bounce her faster. 

High pitched moans left her lips as he bounced her, his lips moving to kiss and suck at her neck. “You like that, baby?” He growled, sucking at her soft spot as he started to buck up into her. “You like my dick, princess? Taking it all so well, like a good girl.” She cries out, hands moving to grip his hair. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” she stated breathlessly. “Me too, baby.” He whispered against her skin, hands moving to grip at her thighs. “Don’t hold back…please, Daddy.” She moaned, a soft pout pushing her lips out as he stopped all of their movements. “What’s wrong?” She asked softly, cupping his face and making him look at her. “What’d you say?” She raised an eyebrow at his question before realization filled her face, making her smirk and lean down to his ear to whisper, “Don’t hold back, Daddy.” He smirked, kicking off his pants and wrapping his arms around her waist to move them onto the bed fully before laying back on the bed, propping his feet on the bed. Without giving her time to prepare, he started thrusting up into her at a fast, harsh pace. Her mouth fell open, soft squeaks of moans leaving her every time he pushed all the way into her dripping center. Her eyes had rolled back, hands grabbing at his biceps. “Oh, right there, daddy, fuck!” She cried out when he hit her g-spot, nails digging into his skin. He grunted, flipping them over and pulling out of her. “These panties are starting to get on my nerves.” He mutters breathlessly, voice a couple octaves deeper than usual, as he pulls off her underwear and tosses them somewhere in his room before slipping back into her slowly. Her mouth fell open, head falling back as he filled her up. Once he was fully in her, he didn’t give any time to readjust and started back to an even faster pace. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he leaned down to suck a nipple into his mouth, fingers tangling into his hair. “Oh-shit! Right there, right there!” She cried out,eyes fluttering shut and mouth falling open. Pulling back slightly, he grabbed her legs and crossed them at the ankle before pushing them to her chest as he sped up his hips. “Oh my god, oh my god, I’m gonna c-” She moaned, her body crashing into an orgasm as she came on his dick. He never stopped thrusting, pushing her through the euphoric high, even assisting by rubbing at her clit with his thumb. As soon as his thumb touched the hardened bundle of nerves, she clenched around his length and her back arched off the bed. “Fuck, you feel so good around me.” He muttered softly, feeling his balls getting heavier. 

Heavy breaths left his lips, hips crashing into hers harshly. “Imma cum...” He rasped, thumb rubbing lazily at her clit as she came another time, her juices covering his cock and lower stomach as she squirted over him again. “Yeah...you like my dick, baby?” He breathed, voice deeper than usual. She nodded, shaky moans leaving her lips at the intense overstimulation taking place on her sensitive core. “Words.” He smacked her inner thigh before going back to rubbing her clit, tone low and slightly slurred. “Y-yeah! I love your cock, Daddy.” “Shit...tell me how much you love it, baby.” “I love your cock so much, Daddy-fuck! Fucks me so fucking good, goddamn!” She cried out, clenching tighter around him as she felt him twitch inside her. “Who’ this pretty pussy belong to, baby?” He mutters, slowing down to hit deep and hard. “You!” She cried, hands moving between her legs to press against his abdomen. “Nah, move your hands. Stop trying to push me away, feel me, princess. Feel. Every. Inch.” He accentuated each word with a deep, harsh thrust to make her back arch. “Yeah, take my dick, baby.” He breathed, moaning as she grabbed his hips. “Cum in me. Fill me up, Daddy!” She moaned, making his cock twitch and his head fall back. “Imma cum, baby.” He moaned softly. “Yeah, you gon’ cum, Daddy?” She slurred and he nodded, head falling forward as he pulled her legs over his shoulders as he continued fucking into her. “Gimme your cum, Daddy.” She moaned, squirting all over him again making him finally cum. Thick ropes of white painting her insides as he fucks his cum deeper, some dripping out. His moans were loud, and slightly higher pitched. His hands gripped her hips at a bruising strength, not that she minded. 

“Damn...that was the best sex I’ve ever had.” He breathed, both letting out breathless chuckles as he continued to lay on her, dick still filling her up and her legs over his shoulders. Looking down at her, he leaned in to kiss her lips. His tongue flicked against hers, moving his lips down her neck to her chest. “Wanna taste you…” He said as he pulled away from her, lowering his body until he came face-to-face with her leaking pussy. A mixture of their cums dripping from her entrance onto the bed, making him lick his lips. 

The first lick was gentle, and slow, up her slit to make her gasp softly. At her reaction he did it again, tongue adding more pressure with his lick. Reaching a hand up, using two fingers to spread her lips open. “So pretty…” He breathed against her core before sucking her clit between his lips, making her cry out. “Oh, fuck! Donghyuck, just like that, Daddy!” She moaned, hands burying in his thick, soft hair. Pulling away harshly, letting the nub snap from his mouth with a soft ‘pop’. He looked up at her as he pushed her legs up to her chest, positioning his body to the side slightly, to help hold her in place, as one hand rested on her ass and the other on her thigh as he pressed his weight on them to keep her down. Leaning down, he spread her lips again and started flicking at the bundle of nerves quickly with his tongue as he lifted his other hand to slip two fingers into her. “Oh my god!” She cried, hands gripping at everything she could- her calves, his hair, reaching down to his forearm, and even dragging her nails down his back. His fingers curled slightly as he sped up his hand, pulling his lips from her to watch as she squirted around his fingers with loud moans, covering her thighs and his hand. “Yeah, come on, baby.” He muttered, easing another orgasm out of her quickly, making her squirt all over the place. 

Pulling his fingers from her, he landed a gentle smack to her clit sending her into another, rather small, orgasm. “Shit!” She cried, his eyes were focused on her soaked center and a smile on his lips as he leaned down and gave a short kiss to her clit to make her shiver before sitting up and letting her legs fall down on the bed. When he looked at her, a loud laugh was ripped from his chest. She looked completely fucked out- hair messy and stuck to the sides of her face and forehead, her eyes were slightly wet and nearly shut, and her lips were parted and covered in drool. “I fucked you good, huh, shortstack?” He laughed again when she groaned and weakly attempted to hit him. Leaning down to her, he placed a soft kiss to her lips before excusing himself to go to the bathroom. 

It felt like he was gone for hours to her, but had only been around 5 minutes in reality. He reemerged with a wet towel and a bottle of water, before sitting on the bed next to her and gently pulling her legs open again. He gently hushed her when she started to whine in protest, “Gotta clean you up, princess.” He stated softly, leaning down to kiss her thigh as he gently brushed the towel over her sensitive center. “Drink this baby, then I’ll carry you to the bathroom to pee.” He handed her the bottle of water before helping her sit up a little, feeling his chest swell just a little when she whimpered in discomfort.

The next morning when she woke up, she found her head on his bare chest and one of his arms around her naked back to hold her close, and the stench of cigarette smoke. Moving her head up to look at him, she found him scrolling through his phone with a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. “I thought you quit…” She muttered, making him set his phone down and pull the toxic stick from his lips. “I did...kinda started back up when I went home though…” She nodded, watching as he reached to his bedside table to put it out. “I’m working on quitting again. For good this time.” She nodded again, leaning up and pecking his cheek. “Instead of smoking that, why don’t we smoke some bud together?” She raised an eyebrow, making him laugh and nod before slipping from her side to roll another joint. 

They were a joint, two blunts, and half of a bowl later, sprawled out on his bed. They had slow morning sex, a nice few orgasms, before watching a movie- and it was only 11 in the morning. “So…is this gonna be a one time thing? A casual thing? Or what?” She stated simply, bluntly worded as she glanced at him. “Well...I’ve liked you for a bit, so it would be great if this could be the start of something great. But, honestly, it’s whatever you want baby.” He states, looking at her and watching as she moves to straddle his hips. “I guess you got a new boo thang now, baby.” She smirked, leaning down and licking a strip up his neck. “And you call tell all those girls to leave you alone and to slide right back outta them DM’s.” She states next his ear, making him laugh and land a harsh smack to the swell of her ass. “You got it, princess.” He muttered, reaching up to move her face to his and connect their lips.

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Pairing: EZ Reyes x Camila (OC)

Warnings: Sexual content, breast play, breeding kink if you squint, oral sex, the works lmao blame the captain morgan 

Word count: 5k

Gif credit to @angels-reyes​ as always, some of the best gif content out there 

Translation: “Eres mi vida. Eres mi todo.” – You are my life. You are my everything.

“Yo, ask your Old Lady if she can make some more coffee cake.”

EZ’s eyes widened while Gilly slapped at Coco’s shoulder.

“Why don’t you go over and help her make some more?”

The two continued to tease each other while EZ sat at the table silently. He hadn’t asked Cam to be his Old Lady yet. It had just come to that. He thought of her as his Old Lady and apparently do did everyone else. He figured he would ask her tonight. He was confident that she wouldn’t say no, and he felt that considering how things had been last week, it might help reaffirm her importance to him. He had grovelled all week practically, doing everything that he could think of to make it up to her. He had started by deleting Emily’s number from his phone. He had tried to make love to her the day after, but she had rejected it, still feeling a little shafted by his actions and he understood. He hadn’t tried since then, figuring it would be best to let her initiate. He did miss feeling her though, getting to have her skin on his lips. To hold her breasts in his hands, feel her hands gripping his biceps, hear her breathing when she-

“You listening, boy scout?”

EZ’s thoughts were forced to the present as he heard Coco’s voice. Looking back at him he found Coco staring at him, as well as Gilly and Angel.

“Sorry, what?”

“I said, does she still have you sleeping in the doghouse or what?”

The guys laughed and so did EZ.

“Not anymore. We talked it out, got everything out there and we’re good now. I’m still making her breakfast every morning though.”

“You should be eating her for breakfast, if you’re really sorry.”

They all laughed again over their coffee and shook their heads. They were in on the Adelita situation, so they knew what had been going on. EZ had been open with them. They understood EZ telling her the truth, them trusting that she would never throw them under the bus or let the rest of the club know what had been going on. As far as Bishop and the rest knew, EZ had just been neglectful and that was what the fight had been about. He was more than ok with letting them think that, it not being entirely wrong after all. The only person that needed to know that truth about everything was his girl, and she did now. Taking another sip from his mug, he looked back at Coco and brought the conversation back to Camila’s coffee cake.

They relaxed and drank their coffee in peace until Chucky came inside, Camila following in behind him. EZ stood when he saw her, as did the rest of the boys. Creeper was by the door and was the first to greet her, giving her a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek. Everyone else followed suit until the only ones left were Taza and Bishop who were in Templo by themselves, doors closed.  Making her way to EZ, he looked over her as she made her way to him. Hair loose, flowing over her shoulders. It was getting hotter now and while dresses weren’t a common thing for her, she had on a yellow one today. A bright sundress that accentuated her shape in a way that had EZ swallowing a few times. The shape of her flared hips was obvious in the material and EZ’s hands itched at his sides as they waited for her to get close enough. When she finally did, his hands went to her body like a magnet, as did his lips. Low whistles rang out and she pulled away, blushing and waving them off with her right hand.

“Keep that shit up and we’re gonna have a little mini EZ running around here, lifting weights and showing out.”

The group laughed at Creeper's comment and so did Cam and EZ, though they shared a quick knowing glance at the comment. Everyone sat back down and so did EZ, hands on Camila’s waist as he pulled her to sit down across his lap. She allowed him and he was thankful for it, his hand immediately starting to trace patterns on the small of her back. Tranq leaned forward and spoke to Camila quietly.

“Hey, Cam. Bishop’s birthday is coming up so we’re going to be throwing a party for him. Obviously, we want you here. Everyone can bring something, Felipe’s gonna be doing the meat, so we figured we’d give you first pick on what you want to make if you want to.”

Camila’s eyes lit up and she smiled brightly. EZ could already see the wheels turning and Tranq smiled himself.

“I guess that’s a yes. Take a couple days and let me know, I’ll make sure no one tries to bring the same thing.”

Angel scoffed and leaned back in his chair, his hand waving.

“Even if someone did, it wouldn’t compare to what my hermanita can do.”

There were agreements across the table and Camila gave a light laugh, hiding her face behind her hair. EZ smiled up at her and wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close. Looking back up, she nodded at Tranq.

“I’ll start thinking today, see what I’ll bring. I’ll let you know.”

The group continued making small talk and finishing off their coffee, the door opening and Bishop walking out. Cam went to stand, and he held his hand up, stopping her and simply walking over, leaving a kiss to the top of her head.

“Morning, querida.”

“Good morning, Bish.”

Camila smiled at him and he returned it, but she could feel that it was tight, bordering on forced. He wasn’t as warm as he usually was, and she noticed immediately. He walked away and went to the counter to pour himself some more coffee while Cam looked around the table. They all shrugged, and she settled a bit. At least it wasn’t that he was mad at her. There was tension in the air and then Bishop was back, a full mug and calling over his shoulder as he made his way back into his haven.

“Templo, now.”

Camila could see the confusion on the boy’s faces, except for Tranq. They all exchanged glances and stood, making their way to follow behind him. Looking back at EZ, Camila found that he didn’t look as concerned as some of the others. She wasn’t sure if that was because he didn’t care, or because he wasn’t focused.

“Everything ok?”

EZ nodded and he leaned forward, leaving a kiss to her exposed shoulder.  

“I’m sure it is. If it isn’t, they’ll let me know.”

Camila nodded herself and settled into his embrace.

“I wanted to go by the carniceria, apologize to your dad.”

Shaking his head, EZ laid his head against her shoulder.

“No need. I mean you can go by, he’ll always be happy to see you, but you don’t need to apologize. He actually asked me if you would mind him coming by your house so he could apologize.”

At that, Cam chuckled and shook her head. Slowly the smile slipped from her face and she spoke quietly.

“I just felt betrayed, you know? I felt like he was allowing you to use a place I always felt safe to go behind my back. He’s a grown man and that’s his business, I would never try and tell him who he can and can’t have in his shop. I just felt,”

She shook her head repeatedly as she tried to find the words. Coming up empty, she just sighed and EZ winced, kissing her arm once more.

“Don’t. He feels the same way. It’s not his fault though. I asked him to let us use the shop. I figured it was somewhere more neutral, I guess. He didn’t want me to bring her there, he was against it. He worried that if you found out, you would feel exactly how you had felt. He had made me promise that I would cut off Emily completely after that. That was his one condition. I promised him that I would and that’s the only reason why. He never wanted to hurt you. Ever.”

That eased the hurt her feelings had felt and she nodded, leaning over to look at EZ. He kept his gaze on her and waited for her to say something. When she didn’t, he did.

“I’m gonna make it up to you. If I have to spend the rest of my life making it up to you, then that’s what I’m going to do. I love you.”

His words brought a small smile to Camila’s face and she leaned down to press her lips against his.

“I love you too.”

He kissed her once more and then again, and again until they had stopped pulling away and were now sharing one long kiss. She turned her body in his lap slightly, facing him a bit more, her arms coming up to wrap around his neck. When she did finally pull away, she was out of breath and EZ’s head subconsciously followed her some, his mouth still seeking hers out. They hadn’t kissed like that in nearly three weeks now, and just that little taste had EZ’s hips squirming under her, his jeans feeling much tighter than before. She didn’t say anything, but her eyes spoke as she looked at him, as warm and brown as hot chocolate. Even when her mouth didn’t speak, her eyes always did and EZ could read her easily. She longed for him, for the intimacy that she had been neglected while he was busy running off and fighting battles that weren’t his. She had been hurt, her feelings shafted, her kindness taken advantage of, and she was upset. Being intimate with EZ in the days following the incident at the carniceria had been the last thing on her mind. She had wanted space. EZ had respected that. Now that they had talked things out though, had come to agreements and had set boundaries, he could tell that she wanted that intimacy back. She had caught her breath by now, but her mouth stayed open slightly, her lips pink and plush, her pout on full display, wrecking EZ’s focus and she didn’t even realize. Reaching forward, she placed the tip of her pointer finger on his chin, tapping it ever so softly one time.

“I miss you.”

EZ’s eyes were heavy as he looked up at her, his blood pumping below the waist and he nodded, his voice husky with want.

“I know, preciosa. I miss you too.”

They were there, together, with her in his lap, but that wasn’t what they meant. They missed being one. EZ reluctantly pulled his eyes away from her and looked at the clock on the wall. He wouldn’t have time for a quickie. Templo would probably finish as soon as he got her to the trailer, and he didn’t want their first time in weeks to be on his couch anyway. He sighed and leaned forward, kissing up along the side of her neck, right behind her ear. Dragging his lips against the shell, he closed his eyes.

“I want you so fucking bad.”

She gave the quietest of moans at his words, just hearing his voice and feeling the rumble against her ear making her grow warm and she nodded, biting the fullness of her bottom lip as she tried to melt into him.

“I need you, Ezekiel.”

His name rolled off her tongue with the smoothness of honey, the accentuation of his name in their language making both his heart and cock swell. Her voice was light, a slight whine to it and it was doing him in. His mind rolled with images of her bare in his lap, bouncing and taking all of him.

“Fuck, babe.”

She opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by the sharp sounds of the chairs in Templo being scooted back. She jumped and pulled away from him on instinct. His face held frustration, knowing that they were about to be interrupted and he whispered into her ear.

“Wait for me to get home. I’ll be there. Wait for me. I’ll take care of you.”

Camila nodded just as the door slid open, the members filing out. She stood from his lap then, smoothing down her dress. EZ gave her a once over, making sure she was covered and then stood with her. His hand was warm on her lower back and she could still feel his touch there, even when he pulled away. Bishop looked much more relaxed now and he smiled at Cam first this time.

“Sorry, sweetheart. Gotta steal the prospect away from you for the day.”

Camila gave a smile of her own.

“It’s fine, I understand. Just be careful out there.”

Bishop nodded as did the others and she grabbed her keys from the table as they all started to head out. She leaned over and placed her hands on EZ’s chest, reaching up to kiss him.

“I’ll see you at home.”

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Camila smiled to herself as she heard EZ’s bike coming down the road. She stood from the bed and walked out of the bedroom, making her way to the front door. It was a little late, way past dinner time. He had called her and warned her than he wouldn’t be home in time. That he would pick up a burger or something to eat with the boys and for her to eat whatever she felt like eating. She had agreed, just wanting to have him home. Now she did and she could barely wait. Even with as upset as she had been because of the Emily situation, she loved EZ and missed being wrapped up in his love. She opened the door and stood against the doorway, a soft smile on her lips as she watched him jog up to her. His arms were out, his cutoff leaving his muscles exposed and she shamelessly looked him over as he closed in. He didn’t hesitate to take her in his arms when he got to her, lifting her off the ground slightly as he hugged her. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, taking in her scent. He chuckled to himself, finding humor in how he had lasted 8 years without any women, and now when it came to Camila, he could barely hold off for a couple days.

“What?”

Pulling away, he shook his head as he looked at her.

“Just thinking about how desperate you make me.”

Camila smiled at that and kissed his chest.

“I’d be lying if I said you didn’t do the same.”

Their interaction this morning hadn’t helped EZ’s lust for her and he had been aching all day. There was some comfort in knowing that she had needed him just as bad.

Walking into the house, EZ kicked off his shoes and pointed to the room.

“I’m gonna go shower real quick.”

Camila needed him bad, but she nodded, appreciating his sense of cleanliness. While he was showering, she tidied up the kitchen, put some dishes away in the cabinets, filled up her water bottle and was now closing all the curtains and blinds.

“Thanks for closing those.”

She turned around to find EZ swaggering out of the bedroom, naked as the day he was born. He stalked toward her a few steps more before stopping and looking her over. Her lounge outfit was baby pink and white today, the shorts a soft and shiny satin while the tank top was lace just intricate enough to hide her body underneath. She didn’t have an ounce of makeup on, EZ’s preferred way of seeing her and her hair was in a high pony. As much as he may have loved the heels and dresses, makeup and well thought out outfits, this was his favorite Cam and now after a long day, she was finally his.

“Come here.”

His voice was soft, and Camila was a sucker for it, her body already in front of his. He took her face in his hands and left one single kiss to her lips before pulling away and bringing his hands down. He slid one around her to rest on her lower back and guided her back into the bedroom. EZ followed and sat on the bed, watching as she removed her own clothes. Her movements were normal, EZ sure she wasn’t even trying to be sexy, but she still was, and his hand gripped himself as he watched her, stroking himself up and down as she stripped. Soon enough she was naked, and he motioned for her to come to him with one finger. She did, though she wore a bashful smile. Once in front of him, he reached up and slipped his fingers into the elastic band holding her hair up. Pulling it down, he watched as the soft and shiny tresses tumbled down and made her look like a goddess. The cascaded down her back, shoulders, and chest, the dark waves concealing her nipples. Pushing the hair away and back over her shoulder, he brought his hand up, thumb tracing lightly over the light brown skin.

Grabbing her by the waist, he brought her to straddle his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed. She squealed and he grinned, his arms wrapped tightly around her.

“I won’t let you fall. I promise. I got you.”

With a nod, she grabbed his face gently and brought it down to her breasts. His mouth didn’t waste any time kissing around the soft skin, the scent of her vanilla soap still lingering on her skin. He kissed around the swells of her breasts before taking her right nipple into his mouth. His tongue was slow and calculated, swirling around the hardened nub before pressing into it firmly. He alternated the pressure and motions, going from gentle kisses to open-mouthed suction that had Cam throwing her head back. Her hold on his face tightened ever so slightly as he nibbled and worked the bud with his tongue. It didn’t take long for her hips to start swiveling and the feel of her against his cock sent a jolt through him. He wanted to hurry up and get inside of her, but he knew she deserved more than that. He was going to put himself on the back burner tonight and make sure that she was the focus.

Her hips swirled subconsciously, and she brushed against him, warm and soft and he groaned against her chest. She didn’t wait for him to say anything, just scooted back until she was off his lap and standing once again.  EZ stood with her and she silently crawled onto the bed. EZ crawled behind her, stalking her like prey until she was laying back flat on the bed, him hovering above her. He kneeled between her spread legs and leaned forward, his arms supporting him as he kissed from just under her breasts to her sides and tummy. He bit her gently right where her waist cut in. The soft gasp was like music to his ears and he made his way down further until he was kissing at the flesh on the inside of her thighs. He could hear her breathing, quick and shallow already and he knew he wasn’t going to tease her anymore.

Sitting back up slightly, he took her knees in his hands and brought her legs up and back. He pushed them toward her, her body folded and her pussy on full display. EZ swore he felt his mouth water at the sight. Cam giggled nervously and his eyes shot up to her, an unsure look on her face though she was still smiling. He had gone down on her before, but never this obscenely and he could tell it was something new for her. That fact only made his smile grow, and he leaned his head to the side to rest on her thigh slightly.

“You trust me?”

She nodded immediately and EZ did too.

“It’s ok. Let me. Relax.”

He felt the tension in her body melt away and he pulled his eyes away from hers, looking down at where she was splayed and spread in front of him. He leaned down and kissed along her mound, his lips soft and passionate. He let his tongue snake out and lick a long stripe along her lips, before using the strength of it to push past her lips. He buried his tongue in her and she whined, hands coming down to cradle the back of his head. Using his forearm, he kept her left leg back while he brought his own hand down and began to rub at her clit gently with his thumb. He made small circles, groaning as her hips started to move on their own accord once again. His tongue and thumb worked in unison, earning moans and shuddering breaths from her until she was clutching at him, her walls starting to flutter. He let her bring her legs down, only to grab her by the hips and keep her body locked under him, holding her in place as he buried his face. Her breaths were coming faster and faster and EZ forced his eyes up to look at her. Her head was thrown back, spine arched as her breasts heaved. The only things that left her mouth were moans and repetition of his name, her hands coming to clutch at his forearms. He spoke against her, urging her to come for him, begging her for it. She couldn’t actually hear what he was saying but the vibrations of his voice against her clit did the trick just as well and she was crying out, her eyes shut tight as her mouth fell open. He lapped at her gently, helping her get through the waves and aftershocks until she placed her hand on his forehead, pushing him away slightly.

“Ok, ok.”

She gave a breathless laugh at the overstimulation and so did he as he crawled back up her body. Holding himself up with one arm, he reached down and brushed her hair out of her face. He left kiss after kiss to her cheek and jaw as she came down. Opening her eyes, she looked at him with adoration.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, mami.”

Another make out ensued and before long she was bucking her hips up at him, EZ grinding her hips into hers. Pulling away, he looked down at her.

“You still on the pill?”

Camila gave a single nod and he nodded as well. He figured she would be and that was a talk they would be having in the future. For now, he just wanted to make love to his girl.

“How do you want it?”

Cam thought for a moment before turning over onto her tummy. She laid her head sideways on the bed and looked up at him, a gleam in her eye. EZ had been referring to the pace when he had asked her. He had meant if she wanted him to go slow, or if she wanted him rougher, but her deciding this position answered his question within itself. She had missed him and wanted all of him. He wasn’t about to deny her. Reaching over, he grabbed his pillow and pulled her hips up, stuffing the pillow under them. He softly tapped the back of her thighs as he leaned forward.

“Open up for me.”

She followed instructions immediately and spread her legs, leaving a gap for EZ to get between. He sidled up quickly and gripped himself, running his head through her lips.  He placed on hand on her back and run in up and down her spine soothingly as he gripped himself tighter and pushed into her. She sucked in a breath at the intrusion, while EZ held his. He didn’t let it out until he was fully buried within her. He pushed out a long breath while she whined, both staying still and giving her time to adjust. EZ leaned forward and pressed kisses to her shoulder blades while he waited. It wasn’t long before she was moving her own hips and he knew she was ready. Sitting back on his knees, he took her hips into his hands and started to move, his pace slow as she got used to it. He didn’t know if it was because they hadn’t been together in a while or if he just needed her that bad, but her tight warmth pushed a shudder through his body. Resting her face flat against the pillow, she arched her back even further and looked back at him over her shoulder once more. That sight was enough to break his restraint and he started thrusting much faster now, his grip on her hips tight. He kept her in place as he buried himself into her over and over again. He kept his thrusts more on the shallow end, watching her reaction as he randomly pushed into her all the way until his hips were flush against her.

“Jesus, EZ. You always feel so fucking good.”

EZ nodded, agreeing. He would never tire of feeling her around him and it felt good knowing that she felt the same.

“So do you, baby. So fucking beautiful.”

She giggled bashfully and lifted her hips some more, letting EZ get in a bit deeper as she started to push back on him. EZ let his hands fall from her hips and stayed still, just watching her.

“There you go, fuck yourself. Good girl.”

His praise lit a fire under her, and she did just as he asked. Lifting her front half up off the bed and holding herself up on all fours, she stayed looking back at him over her shoulder as she started to bounce her ass. EZ didn’t know where to look more, at her face so sexy and lustful, or her ass round and full, his cock disappearing within her every time she bounced. He could feel his orgasm approaching quickly now and he was trying to hold out for her, but this new side of her that he had unlocked was making that more than difficult. Knowing that he wasn’t going to last much longer, he placed his hands back on her hips and pounded into her, one hand snaking down the front of her body until he was rubbing at her clit firmly. It didn’t take long for her walls to start fluttering and he leaned forward, his body curved over hers. He placed his hand on the headboard and used it as leverage, his chest pressed against her back as he held her to him. Reaching behind her, she held onto his head and he looked at her, both locking eyes. Hers were heavy and drowning with lust as she peered up at him.

“Keep fucking me, EZ. Please don’t stop. Please.”

She pleaded with him, voice high and desperate. Her words were something new, and while it wasn’t especially vulgar, it definitely qualified as dirty talk at least for them. He decided to try his hand at it.

“You want to come? Huh, princesa?”

She nodded her head feverishly, her hand clutching at the back of his head even more.

“Please make me come.”

He didn’t take any more encouragement, all his fingers rubbing at her clit now. Her hips started to sputter. He knew she was probably still sensitive, but she didn’t want it to stop either, so he wouldn’t. The fluttering became more and more pronounced until she started to clench, her body tightening up and her breathing coming in short breaths. The increased tightness had EZ hissing himself.

“I’m gonna come, Cam.”

All she did was nod and connect her lips to his. When she did finally pull away for air, she spoke words that had him unraveling right then and there.

“Fill me up, Ezekiel.”

They weren’t especially dirty. They weren’t vulgar or even censorable. It wasn’t the words themselves that tossed him over the edge, more what they implied. Full and complete devotion to him. The look they shared held a thousand silent conversations but they didn’t say anything else as he pushed into her all the way, spilling himself into her as she gave a final clench, her walls gripping him like a vice and milking him. They both stayed still, mouths hanging open, bodies impossibly close, morphed into one. Cam’s thighs finally gave out and she collapsed, EZ coming down on top of her. He quickly scrambled to get off her, not wanting to crush her, but her tired voice halted him.

“Stay. Stay.”

He hesitated, worrying that he would be too heavy for her, but relented anyway. He leaned a little off to the side so that not all of his weight was on her, but most of his. He wrapped his arms around her and laid there with her, both trying to catch their breath as he felt her pussy still quivering around him, random pulses and spasms still stimulating him. He knew he had to get up, to help her get clean and probably take another shower, but the moment was perfect, and he wasn’t about to ruin it. Settling there atop her, he closed his eyes and listened to her breathing, his brain unable to drift away from the thought that she was full to the brim with his seed. He could see her in his mind then, hair and skin glowing, tummy round with his baby. It was something that he longed for more and more as the days passed and now more than ever before, it was attainable. Opening his eyes and lifting his head, he looked down at her to find her with her eyes closed. His voice was near a whisper as he spoke to her.

“Eres mi vida. Eres mi todo.”

She didn’t respond, but the look of joy that spread on her tired face was response enough and EZ knew then that he wasn’t ever going to let her go.

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[cripplingaddictions]

Is it possible for you to write a oneshot or headcannons, whichever you feel more comfortable doing, for domestic shinso? Like how the relationship is during their time in UA and after? I hope this makes sense!💗💗💗

Hi! Thank you for requesting! I wrote this as headcanons with a mini scenario at the end of it, I hope that’s alright! I’m a Shinso simp so this went a little out of proportion 💀

Genre: Fluff, Domestic

Rating: SFW

Word Count: 2k

Before UA Dorms:

-       While you were in UA, Shinso tried his hardest to spent time with you

-       Both of you were so busy, especially with you in the hero course and Shinso training privately with Aizawa to transfer into the hero course too (preferably your class)

-       Before the dorms were instigated, he’d sleep at your place, crashing after training with your teacher

-       You would have most likely returned from training too, both of you crashing on your living room couch after a refreshing shower

-       Shinso is a gift-giver, he’d show up to your how every time with something small to show his appreciation for you

-       The most occurring gift is little air fresheners shaped like a cat you hang above your desk – each one has a different scent from the last

-       The time would be spent watching movies, making fruit smoothies, and looking at cat videos

-       Occasionally (a whole lot, actually) he’d “lose track of time” and have to stay all night, not that your parents minded at all – they loved him

-       There was something about his maturity, wit, sleepiness, and determination that made him so charming

-       The nights he would stay he’d let your head rest of his chest or on his shoulder, depending on how big your bed is

-       You knew he didn’t sleep much, feeling guilty that you were sprawled all over him

-       He always insisted he loved your warmth, it not only soothing him to get a few winks or that it reassured him that you were there

-       Bike rides were a must almost every morning he was at your place

-       He’d lead you through his favourite parks to cycle around then stop for an iced coffee before heading back home

-       The two of you soon noticed just how much time he spent at yours, and so little you went to his house, so you began to shake it up a bit

In the Dorms:

-       The two of you certainly used the dorms as an excuse to spend even more time together

-       It was so easy to crash in each other’s room, either after training or if you were bored on a weekend

-       His dorm was the regular, maybe it was the gradually growing collection of stray kittens hiding under his bed that made you so eager to join him

-       You certainly didn’t mind the walk from Hero’s Alliance to his building

-       Routine changed once again when he transferred into the hero course and moved into your dorm

-       Instead of hiding away in one of your dorms, you felt more comfortable lingering into the common room

-       The common room was your domain at night, either you were binging a series together, baking a midnight snack, letting his kittens roam free for a while, or a combination of them all

-       Aizawa constantly got the two of you in trouble for being too noisy or finding you both crashed on the couch in a pile of pillows with a kitten or two sleeping on top

-       Shinso always managed to create an excuse, or take the punishment for the two of you

-       You were completely aware of Shinso’s relationship with your teacher and were kind of thankful for it

-       As Shinso slowly began to make friends from your class, they began to hang out with you

-       He couldn’t handle all the noise e for that amount of time in the common room

-       That’s the time when you began to hide out in your dorm again, sprawled on the floor, bed or couch to relax and sleep

-       You’d study or read while Shinso would fall asleep on your lap – he loves how soft you are, no matter your body type

As Pros:

-       The day be popped the question that you should move into an apartment together was when you were both very settled in your hero careers

-       He had grown in so many ways, not only as a hero, but as a person and he definitely got more handsome

-       Your apartment was humble, and you two finally owned as cat

-       You gifted it to him for his birthday the year you moved in

-       Shinso continued to take after his teacher, becoming an underground hero

-       This meant that he was constantly out at night, receiving even less sleep than he used to

-       Although, you supported him, his wellbeing will continue to be the most important thing in your relationship

Sizzling of the pan over the stove crackled up as you flipped the pork  in the oil. Your spatula dug up the frying pieces, gathering the frying oil that splattered when you flipped the crumbed pork. The oil splashed up towards you, landing on the apron that wrapped around your waist. The rest of the meal had been prepared, awaiting the pork to sit on top.

           You patiently waiting for Hitoshi to arrive home in the early hours of the morning. Sure, you could have gone to sleep and had breakfast with him in the morning. However, something was keeping you awake, the urge to give Hitoshi a proper meal urged you to cook at 3am.

           Hours ago, you had your own meal after arriving home from patrol as Hitoshi headed towards the door. Your schedules crashed too often, only being able to spend a few fleeting moments when he’d accidentally wake you up when he arrived home. Spending those few hours of sleep before you then had to get up for your hero work definitely didn’t make up for lost time. Especially when Hitoshi is called in for a daytime mission as well.

           No matter how many times you would tell him to catch up on sleep during the day, you know for a fact he didn’t. The amount of times he had sped past on his bike, shoving a bouquet of flowers into your arms. He definitely received an angry text from you saying that he should be resting soon after. You would also know whenever he’d been training with Aizawa, because your old teacher constantly updated you on his progress. It was also painfully obvious when he was working out at home, weights, a yoga mat, and his towel would never be packed away properly when you got home.

           Now, you focused on lifting the pan off the stove, sitting it down next to the bowl of rice. You only made one serving, you not being hungry enough to eat a full meal. The eggs you had prepared were mixed into the rice, the sauce seeping into it. Scooping the crumbed pork up with the spatula, you placed them on top.

           A soft click sounded from the other side of your apartment door. Jingling keys caused a smile to arise on your lips, which took over your tired face as the door swung open.

           Dark violet hair was the first thing you saw, the crazy tufts drooping slightly with a mix of sweat and rain. His voice changing device hung around his neck and his bag rested on his shoulder. The black hero suit he adorned was slightly damp, unzipped at the front so a small section of his heaving chest was visible.

           “Hitoshi, sweetheart,” you called out, “I have dinner for you.”

           Hitoshi’s nose was the first to perk up, the small of his meal caused a growing smile on his face. His tired eyes met yours, sighing dramatically when he saw you.

           “Why are you awake, kitten?” His husky voice grumbled, “But, is that katsudon?”

           You ignored, his first question, not wanting to make this about you, “Yes, it is. Come eat.”

           He etched over to the counter, discarding parts of his hero attire as he approached. Dropping his bag at his feet, he gently placed his voice changer on top. His capture scarf was unwrapped and tossed over the couch, along with his utility belt. Hitoshi almost collapsed onto the stool by the kitchen bench, immediately digging into the food.

           Watching silently, you untied your apron and leaned against the bench. Your chin resting in your palms, your soft eyes gazed over Hitoshi’s features. You couldn’t wait to marry him.

           Happily, Hitoshi chewed his dinner, not breaking eyes contact with you ever. You reached a hand out to cup the side of his face, running your thumb over the growing purple eyebags underneath his half-lidded eyes. Unable to contain your worry, your eyebrows furrowed and your lips pouted.

           “What’s wrong?” Hitoshi asked, “Why are you making that face, kitty?”

           You retracted your hand, only for Hitoshi’s hand to catch it softly.

           “You need to stop overworking yourself,” you whispered, “Baby, you’re running on three hours of sleep everyday and are constantly being active when you have free time. You need to take care of yourself and relax once in a while. I’ve been thinking of requesting to change my patrol time so we get time to ourselves. I suggest you do the same so you don’t come back so late.”

           Hitoshi groaned; you knew you would get a similar reaction. However, it wasn’t of annoyance or because he was disagreeing. It almost seemed relieved.

           After dropping his chopsticks, Hitoshi grabbed your other hand and brought them both to his face. Your hands held his cheeks gently, Hitoshi melting into them with a sigh. His eyes closed, dropping his hands so they rubbed your forearms up and down.

           The slight purple stubble on his jaw prickled at your hand as you glided your thumbs over his cheekbones. You let out an adoring laugh, the pout on your lips only showed you empathy towards Hitoshi.

           For a moment you thought he was asleep, but he spoke up, “I thought you’d never say that. For a moment I thought you didn’t care about me.”

           “Hey.”

           You tilted his head up so his eyes that fell open would look into your own. Even though you knew he was teasing you by that dumb smirk across his lips, you couldn’t help but take the opportunity to scold him.

           “It doesn’t look like you care about yourself so someone has to do it. And you know what the best selfcare is?”

           “What is it?”

           “Grabbing the cat and coming to sleep with me in bed.”

           “I don’t feel like sleeping right now.”

           “What do you mean? You look like a mess.”

           “I want sleepy cuddles. I can’t enjoy your cuddles when I’m asleep, now, can I?”

           You groaned, lifting your hands off his face and letting it drop. For a moment you thought you gave him whiplash so you mumbled a quick, “Oh, sorry.”

           Hitoshi recovered, rubbing the back of his neck, “We can grab the cat and watch Netflix for a couple hours.”

           “But it’s like 3am. The sun will be rising by the time two hours is up.”

           “Then, we both call in sick. You don’t patrol during the day and I won’t go out at night. How does that sound?”

           “As long as we get some sleep tomorrow night.”

           When Hitoshi agreed, you smiled in success. This signposted the place when you only worked every two days. Hitoshi would work one night, then you’d work the following day. It worked like a treat. He’d always be home when you returned from patrol and never had to leave immediately after. You’d always have a late lunch together and he’s come back earlier too. The mornings you worked you’d find him sleeping soundly next to you, giving him a quick kiss as a goodbye.

           The time you both didn’t work was time the both of you spent together. Whether you lounged at home, or went out somewhere. You left all the housework to the night he was working, not wanting to bore him with it. It got to the point when you didn’t care what he did when you worked, finding that he would be resting enough to not burn himself out again. Occasionally, you’d return to find he’d folded some clothes or cleaned the cat litter for you.  

           You definitely noticed how he perked up with his extra rest, learning more and more about him every day. This led to the two of you dating for another two years before he finally popped the real question. Whether or not you two had kids was entirely up to you, and that was another can of worms waiting to be 

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[thatfanficstuff]

The Light in my Darkness - 15

Pairing: Clint Barton x reader

Warnings: Holy shit. It’s a little warm in here y’all. Blow jobs and sexy skirts and...yeah. 18 plus only!! oh and language but that’s a given, yeah?

***

Sunday night found you back at home and unable to sleep. You had assumed after the intimacy the two of you shared on Friday night that your relationship with Clint had moved to another level. A level where you were going to get laid. A level you needed, truth be told. You slept in Clint’s bed Saturday night but the two of you did nothing more than cuddle. And while you spent most of the day with him, nothing was exchanged beyond heated kisses. You just might go crazy if he kept this up. It was evident you were going to have to take matters into your own hands. As you came up with a plan to do just that, you finally drifted to sleep.

It was mid-morning when you sent Clint a text. No class today. Can I bring you lunch?

You tapped the back of the phone with your finger while you waited for a response. Finally, the phone buzzed.

I think I’m stuck here for the duration so that would be great. Noonish?

See you then.

After sending a text to Scott asking him to pick you up, you hurried to finish getting ready. Everything needed to be perfect if you were going to have the nerve to even attempt to pull this off. 

By the time your ride arrived, you were dressed in your very best business attire. The dark skirt stopped just above the knee. You’d paired it with a white blouse and the jacket that matched the skirt. Your heels bore the signature red sole that matched your lipstick perfectly. You���d even taken the time to do more with your hair than you normally did. You grabbed the lunch you’d made for the two of you and hurried down the stairs.

Scott waited beside the car and a smile lit his face when he saw you. His gaze ran over you and the grin widened. “Clint know you’re wearing that?”

You glanced down as if you were unaware of how you were dressed before looking up with wide eyes. “No. Why?”

Scott chuckled. “No reason at all,” he answered but his tone said he knew exactly what you were up to.

During the drive, you tapped your foot on the floor as if that would make the trip shorter. When you finally arrived outside Clint’s office, you ran your hand over skirt and tugged on the bottom of your jacket to make sure everything was in place before stepping up to Wade’s desk.

He glanced up with a tight smile and blinked several times. “Yes?”

You arched a brow. “Don’t start that shit with me, Will Wadeson. You know who I am and you also know that I’m expected.”

He narrowed his gaze. “Did you just—”

“Yes. I did.”

Keeping his eyes on you, he reached over and picked up the phone. “Lunch date’s here, Boss.” He hung up and laced his fingers together on the desktop. “I like you.”

“I’m honored.”

“You should be. Boss’ll see you now.”

“Thanks.” You grinned and let yourself in the office, shutting the door behind you.

“Hey,” Clint said absently, his head still bowed over the papers on his desk. “I’ll be with you in just a minute.”

You tilted your head and took the opportunity to look him over. He’d taken off his jacket and draped it over the back of one of the other chairs. His shoulders were tight beneath the fabric of his shirt and he looked exhausted.  

You put the bag with the food in it on the coffee table as you walked by. His attention stayed on his work even as you rounded his desk and came up behind him. Your hands immediately found tense muscles and began to rub the knots from them.

Clint groaned and dropped his head forward to rest in his hands.

“What’s got you so tied up, handsome?

“Nothing you need to worry about. I just came into a mess is all. It happens. Fortunately, not very often.”

You hummed in agreement and continued with your mini-massage. When his muscles felt looser, you ran your hands over his shoulders and across his chest. You laid your mouth next to his ear. “Hungry?”

***

The sultry tone of your voice had Clint turning his head to meet your gaze. You gave him a half-smile with bright red lips. The color drew him in and he found himself unable to tear his eyes from your smile. He cleared his throat. “I suppose that depends on what you brought for lunch.”

Your grin widened and you stepped back. He turned his chair to follow you but froze as he took you in. His gaze darted over you from head to toe and back up. If someone had asked him half an hour ago if business attire did anything for him, he would have said no. But you in a skirt and jacket with three-inch heels? Holy shit. Combine that with the red lip and smoky eye and he was a goner apparently. Who knew?

His hands gripped the arms of his chair. It was the only thing keeping him from grabbing you and pulling you into his lap. He was a grown man, damn it, but you never failed to make him feel like a horny school boy. If he’d had any idea you would be such a temptress, he would have made this arrangement ages ago. He licked his lips. “Nice outfit.”

You dug the toe of your shoe into the carpet and twisted your foot while you twirled a strand of hair around your finger. “Do you think so, Mr. Barton? I wore it just for you.”

“Little minx.” You knew exactly what calling him that did to him and you used it to your full advantage. You bit the tip of your finger and widened your eyes in an attempt to look innocent. You failed miserably. He arched a brow and waited to see what your next move would be.

You stepped toward him, swinging your hips as you came. Stopping in front of him, you reached out to tug at his tie and use it to pull him to your lips. “You seem very stressed, Mr. Barton. I’d like to help you with that.”

He said not a word afraid he’d break the spell that seemed to fallen over the two of you.

You pulled your skirt up just enough to allow you more mobility before dropping to your knees. As you reached for his belt, his hands stopped you. You glanced up and he studied you. “You don’t have to do this.”

You brushed his hands aside. “If I felt like I had to, I wouldn’t do it.” A few deft movements of your hands and you had freed him from his pants. You tongue traced your lips as you moved your hand along the length of him.

Clint’s head dropped back as he groaned. Part of him felt like he should argue, try to convince you not to do this. The rest of him needed this on a level he couldn’t explain. Half the tension in his shoulders had been a result of him denying himself all weekend.

You pumped the length of his shaft a couple of times before covering the tip of him with your mouth. Clint jerked at the sensation and tightened his grip on his armrests. He was fairly certain you wouldn’t appreciate him digging his hands in your hair and face fucking you. As you flicked your tongue along the vein on the underside of his cock you hummed sending vibrations through his whole body.

“Shit,” he forced through clenched teeth as he twisted in his chair.

Sucking him hard several times in a row, you slid your mouth from his cock with a pop. You grinned up at him and wiped the salvia and precum from your lips. Damn if that wasn’t the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. “Let go, Clint.” Your husky voice sent a tremor running through him. “I go this.”

Deciding to take you at your word, he gave into that desire to grab your head and direct you as you moved that hot as fuck mouth over the length of him. He shifted his hips to change the angle and groaned as the head of his cock hit the back of your throat. “Fuck, baby girl. Just like that.”

The sloppy sounds of you sucking him off filled his office and he knew he’d never be able to sit at his desk without hearing it. His eyes practically rolled back in his head as you ran your tongue over the slit in the head. Just as he shifted his grip on you once more, the sound of a knock filled his office. Both of you froze.

The knock came again. “Clint. I need to talk to you.”

Nat. Shit. He jerked back, wincing at the uncomfortable sensation of leaving your mouth so quickly. He pushed you under his desk and slid his chair as much into place as he could feeling very much like a lecherous old man as he did so. “Yeah,” he called out.

His friend stuck her head into the office and frowned as she glanced around. “Everything okay in here? It took you forever to answer.”

He sucked in a breath, very aware of his heart still pounding in his chest. “Fine. Just busy. What did you need?”

“Did you get that email from Loki?”

Clint frowned. “Yeah, I have it here somewhere. Just give me a minute.” He started digging though the papers on his desk knowing he’d printed it out to make notes on it. “Here—” His voice croaked and cut off as your tongue ran from the base to the tip of his cock before twirling around the head. Holy fuck. He cleared his throat. “Sorry. Here it is.”

As he said the last word, he was fully engulfed in the warm heaven of your mouth once more. He shifted in his seat and barely managed to bite back the groan that rose in the back of his throat.

Nat tilted her head and arched a brow. “You sure you’re okay. You don’t look so good.”

You chuckled. He knew this because the vibrations ran through his cock, making it twitch. “I’m fine.” He handed her the paper. “I made some notes. See what you think.”

Her attention was drawn to the paper and Clint clutched the edge of his desk as you swallowed all of him again. You sucked hard and bobbed your head making it evident you intended to get him off with his best friend standing on the other side of his desk. And damn if that wasn’t a turn on all in itself. You worked him fast and hard using your mouth and tongue while one of your hands cupped his testicles. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

About thirty more seconds and he was coming whether he liked it or not. “Nat!” She looked up, surprised at the firmness of his tone. “Now’s not a good time. I’ll catch up with you in an hour.” You squeezed him in your hand and he coughed. “Make that two.”

She arched that brow and ran her eyes over him. Finally, she nodded with a smirk that told him she had a fairly decent idea of what was going on at the moment. “Sure, Clint.” She hurried from the office and shut the door behind her just as Clint exploded in your mouth. He tried to pull away, to give you the chance to spit out his cum, but you held tightly to his thighs to prevent him from moving. Fuck.

Once you had drained him of every drop, you allowed him to slide his chair back. You followed him out from under the desk on all fours. You glanced at him through your lashes and smirked. Lipstick was smeared across your mouth and he was certain a fair amount had ended up on his dick.

He reached out and wiped a trace of cum from your lip with his thumb. “I think we better lock the door, sweetheart. I’m not even close to finished with you.”

#lemon #here be lemons #clint barton x reader #sugar daddy au #the avengers #clint barton fanfiction #avengers fanfiction #series #the light in my darkness

[rareandbeautifulthing]

Updated my Ari & Dante fic with a Christmas Eve chapter :) Did something a little different, as it’s in Cecilia’s POV. Read the whole thing here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19470853/chapters/52363339

CECILIA

It’s been so long since I’ve seen my family. Well, not Sylvia - we get together every couple of weeks for house-cleaning day. We rotate between her house and my house, and we just spend the day sipping on wine, catching up, and doing a thorough cleaning while the kids play together. We have this arrangement where I do the “dry chores,” like sweeping and dusting and vacuuming, and she does the “wet chores” like mopping and scrubbing. She doesn’t mind the wet chores, and I don’t mind the dry chores, and it works out perfectly. One of the perks of being twins, I guess. In many ways, we’re either just alike, or else we’re polar opposites. 

But I haven’t seen the rest of the family for months. We were supposed to come for Thanksgiving, but then Mrs. Quintana had the baby, so Sylvia and Juan and the kids just came over and we had a smaller Thanksgiving at our place. 

I’m not even going to pretend that I’m not dying to meet this family that has completely upended my family’s life and transformed my little brother and my parents. Sylvia told me all about Ari’s birthday dinner, and how he and Dante are so grown up and comfortable with each other, and how my dad actually talks and laughs now, and how Ari actually talks and laughs now. I couldn’t quite picture it. Our family has been always been so...closed. So private. Just a bunch of private people, living private lives, at least since my dad got home from his time in Vietnam. Sylvia and I were the exceptions, but only when it came to each other, and I guess that doesn’t really count since we’re twins. I mean, of course we’re close. 

It was kind of funny when my mom told me Ari and Dante had gotten engaged, because she started out saying, “Do you remember me mentioning Dante?” 

I was like, “You mean the guy Ari almost died for? Yeah, Mom, you’ve mentioned him. You talk about him as much as you talk about Ari, or Dad.” 

My mother said, “Yes, well. I’m sure Syliva told you that he and Ari took their relationship to the next level.”

“She did. I think that’s great. Can’t wait to meet him.” 

“Oh yes, you’ll adore him. And they’re not just dating now. They’re engaged.”

That was a little surprising. “How’s that going to work?” I asked, genuinely curious. “They can’t actually get married, can they? And they’re so young.”

“They can get married. It may not be acknowledged by the government, but marriage is about commitment, not a piece of paper. And I know they’re young. But when you see them together, Cece...well, your dad and I were young, too, and I’ve never regretted a day of it. And they’re just so good for each other.”

This was over a month ago, obviously, and she’d also told me all about the baby that was coming, and it was crystal clear from how she talked about the Quintana family that they had somehow integrated right into our family. Almost like our family had simply expanded.

So when I’d called her to talk about Christmas a couple of weeks ago, it wasn’t a total shocker that she talked about the Quintanas’ home like it was an extension of our own. 

“You and Leo can stay at the Quintanas’,” she’d said. “So can Sylvia and Juan. It just makes the most sense. We only have the one guest room, as you know, and they only have one guest room, so the boys will stay together here in Ari’s room and all the little ones can stay here - well, not Joaquin, obviously, but all the grands. They can stay with us in the guest room. We’ll put down a bunch of sleeping bags. They’ll have a blast.”

“Really?” I’d asked. This sounded a little too good to be true. I love my kids more than life itself, but having them stay with Abuela and Abuelo while Leo and I were in a totally different space seemed like a mini-vacay. “Are you sure the Quintanas are okay with this?”

“Of course, honey. Why wouldn’t they be?”

“You talk about them like they’re family.”

“They are.” 

So that was that. 

The first time we encounter Ari, I see immediately what Sylvia was talking about. He had always been so dark in this way. So sheltered in himself. When we get to the house and come in, he bounds down the stairs and doles out hugs like it’s not the first time he’s ever done so, and I have to consciously keep myself from staring, because he has somehow gone from exuding darkness to exuding light. He looks like a different person, just from the look on his face and the smile in his eyes. And the hugs. So many hugs, for all of us. Like he hadn’t been a kid who shunned physical affection all his life. 

Who is this Dante, I think, to have changed him so completely? Was it just Dante that had changed him? Had almost dying had something to do with it? My mind is full of questions as I smile back at him, speechless. 

Leo and I offer to help with dinner, but my parents insist that we take it easy, so Leo and I pour ourselves some eggnog and settle into the family room with the kids, who are coloring in coloring books on the floor. A little while later the front door opens, and I assume it’s my sister Sylvia. I mean, who else would just walk into the house without knocking? 

Leo and I have a clear view of the foyer from where we’re sitting on the couch, so we see that it’s not Sylvia. It’s a teenage boy I can only assume is Dante, except it’s a little hard to believe. For one thing, he walks into the house like he owns it, which I guess shouldn’t actually be surprising considering my mom’s whole “they’re family” comment. But he’s disarmingly confident, and also he’s  just...old. He looks like a young adult, and while I can objectively see that Ari is also a young adult, I still see him as a kid. I can’t not. I mean, he’s my brother. When I look at him I don’t really see him. I see his essence. And while, yes, his essence has changed, I still hadn’t really appreciated him as a “young adult.”

But this guy definitely is. He’s fairly tall, and he’s got dark brown hair that was clearly cut short at some point, but has grown enough that it looks tousled, like he can’t be bothered with a comb. His faded jeans are so worn they have frayed cuffs and a couple of holes in them, and his sweater looks like it might have once almost fit, but it’s been stretched out and now just hangs on him like a rag. He toes off his beat-up sneakers in the foyer, revealing mismatched socks. His facial features stand in contrast to all this chaos; they’re sharp and defined and truly lovely, almost catlike. He’s quite striking, to be honest. 

If this is Ari’s fiance, well. Good job, Ari.

He proceeds to the living room, which is just past the stairway and therefore still in view, and proceeds to start unpacking the paper grocery bags full of gifts he’d carted in with him. As he goes, he rearranges the gifts that were already there, and I’m again struck by how he didn’t announce his presence or greet anyone, and how he’s now taken complete control of the Christmas tree space. For one absurd moment I wonder if this kid actually lives here, and my parents just forgot to tell me. 

As if he can feel our gaze, he looks up at Leo and me. His face immediately lights up into a brilliant smile full of bright white teeth, and a moment later he’s standing in front of us, hand extended. 

“I’m Dante,” he says. “I’m Ari’s prometido. You must be Cecilia and Leo.” 

The use of the Spanish word for “fiance” catches me off guard. I’d forgotten that Dante was Mexican, too; he doesn’t look it. I glance at Leo, who is glancing at me, and then I stand and take Dante’s hand. “I am. Nice to meet you, Dante.” 

His handshake is like everything else about him. Strong and solid and warm. He reaches for Leo’s hand next. Isabella and Rafael have clambered up from the floor and shimmied over to us, and now they’re looking up at Dante expectantly. Not surprising. We’ve raised them to own their space in the world. 

Without hesitation, Dante crouches so he’s at their level. “And you must be Isabella and Rafael,” he says, pronouncing their names perfectly. He is extending his hand to them just as he did to us. “I’m your Uncle Dante.” 

I have to admit, I’m impressed. 

I’m even more impressed when Bella shoves him and yells, “You’re it!” and takes off running. Isabella is my shy one. She doesn’t typically initiate play, and only rarely does she engage with strangers. But here she is, dashing out of the family room, and as if he’d expected it, Dante is close on her heels. They round the corner and disappear from view, but I can hear her shrieking in delight. Instinctively, Leo and I step out to where the family room opens out into the hallway, Rafael hovering close. We can see into the living room, and also down the hall into the kitchen where my mom and dad and brother are cooking. As we stand watching, Bella appears around the corner, darting expertly between her grandparents and her uncle. Ari has just taken a pan of cookies out of the oven with a potholder-clad hand, and he lifts them far above her head as she whizzes by him. 

Then Dante appears. He also blazes between my parents, but I can see him slow a bit because of Ari. “Hey,’ I hear him say, and he plants a kiss on Ari’s mouth mid-run. He’s quickly brought up short, however, because my brother snakes his free arm around Dante’s waist and stops him mid-run. 

“Hey yourself,” I hear my brother say in a husky voice I’ve never even imagined could come out of him. Then he pulls Dante against him, and Dante immediately responds by pulling on him, too, and then they are kissing so thoroughly I feel myself blush. Bella has stopped right here in front of us and is staring down the hall just like Leo, Rafe and me. Just staring at her uncle Ari and her uncle Dante making out in the kitchen while my dad bends over the oven, checking the temperature of the meat and my mom scoots around the hot pan of cookies that is still in Ari’s hand. Neither of my parents seem to even notice that my brother is sucking face with a dude right in front of them until my mother scoots around the cookies for a second time just as Ari shifts. I wince, because she almost gets burned by the hot pan. 

“Boys! There’s too much going on in here,” she chastises, and immediately Ari and Dante break apart, laughing. 

Then they let go of each other and a second later, Dante is back in the game, charging for Bella. She squeals in delight and takes off again, this time stopping just around the corner, on the other side of the stairs, and peers through the banisters. She hovers there as Dante skids to a stop in front of us, hovering as well. They look like two feral cats with only a staircase between them, dancing back and forth on their feet, sizing each other up. 

“Why were you kissing my Ari?” Rafael asks in a quiet voice.

Dante answers matter-of-factly without looking away from Bella, still involved in the game. “Because I’m in love with him.” My heart absolutely melts. I mean, really? This awesome, adorable young man, in love with my sulky little brother? And yet I believe it. Anyone who witnessed the way they just kissed each other would believe it. 

Then Dante does look away from Bella, turning suddenly to Rafe, a quizzical look on his face. “Wait...are you playing?” he asks, and then he makes his hands into claws and hisses at my son. Rafael screams in delight, and I realize he wanted to be included. How did Dante get that when I didn’t? A moment later Rafael has taken off towards the kitchen, and Dante is fast on his heels. Bella doesn’t want to be left out, so she circles back in front of us and races after Dante. 

“Dante!” my dad bellows as the three of them dart through the kitchen, and for the millionth time since Dante showed up, I do a double take. My dad is not the bellowing type. “Take it outside!” he yells.

“You heard your abuelo,” Dante hollers back to the kids, taking a detour through the back door. “C’mon!”

And then my kids are through the door, following their new uncle into the backyard, and I can feel Leo’s eyes on me. I look back at him, as amazed as he is.

Who is this guy?

“Okay, this sounds awful, so please forgive me. But you were always such a sullen little loner, Ari.” I say over dinner. Sylvia catches my eye, and she’s smirking. I ignore her and continue on. “How did you manage to land Mister Sunshine here?”  

This makes the entire family - meaning my parents, Dante’s parents (who arrive a little while ago and greeted all of us with kisses like they’d always known us), my sister and her husband (who had also arrived a little while ago), and the boys themselves - erupt into laughter. I feel slightly irritated, because I don’t get what’s so funny, but it’s hard to get too annoyed because the sight of my family belly-laughing is too good to be true. I don’t think I’ve ever seen it before. 

“Well, ya know. I played hard-to-get for a while, but he eventually won me over,” Dante says, which provokes more hysterics. Then Dante speaks again. “Seriously, though. I pined after him for over a year, and the whole time he was like, what a cool bromance we have.”

“I never used the term ‘bromance,’” Ari argues, the disgusted look on his face betrayed by how his eyes are dancing with amusement, and I can’t believe how playful my brother is now. It makes me wonder if he’d been playful before, and none of us caught on, or whether Dante inspired something new in him.

“Well, you may as well have,” Dante retorts, and Ari smirks at him. “At any rate, Cecilia, yeah. It took him a minute. Worth the wait, though,” he finishes up, leaning his head onto Ari’s shoulder. Ari leans over and kisses his forehead. I can’t do anything but stare. 

After dinner, everyone crowds into the family room. My dad lights a fire in the fireplace, and Mrs. Quintana sits down at the neglected piano and plays some Christmas carols until Joaquin wakes up from his nap (my parents actually have a bassinet in the family room, just for when the Quintanas are over), and then she picks him up and feeds him in the rocking chair (which is also new, and seems to be just for this purpose). I snuggle up against Leo on the sofa, feeling young again, and try not to stare too hard at Ari and Dante, who are so entangled in an armchair that it’s hard to tell whose jean-clad legs are whose, or my parents, who are standing close together with their arms around each other like they’re teenagers in love. Sam and Juan are on the floor with all the kids, playing a board game with them in front of the fire. Sylvia is on the sofa on my other side, leaned up against me with her head on my shoulder. 

This is the warmest, sweetest Christmas Eve this family has ever had. It makes me think about Bernardo. I want to say something, but I know the topic is off-limits. Except maybe it’s not anymore. There are photos of him on the wall, now. There hasn’t been for years and years. 

“Mom?” I ask, tentatively. She looks over at me. “Have you...heard from Bernardo? It’s just, I noticed his pictures are up.”

She smiles sadly and shakes her head, but then Ari says, “I have.”

Everyone turns to stare at him except Dante, who is smiling widely, clearly aware already.

“You have?” my dad asks. Ari suddenly looks flustered.

“Yeah,” he says. “I wrote to him.” He shrugs. “He wrote back.” He smiles at his parents. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I happened to get the mail the day his letter arrived, and then once I read it, well.” I see Dante put his hand on Ari’s thigh and give it a reassuring squeeze. “It’s wrapped. Under the tree. For you guys to find tomorrow. But I guess I just spoiled the surprise.” He doesn’t look the least bit sorry about it, and neither do my parents. Their faces are both lit up brighter than the Christmas tree in the next room. 

“What...what did he say, Ari?” my mom asks, quietly.

“Go get it. It’s the present in the big box.”

My mother hurries into the living room and returns a moment later with a box big enough to hold a record player. “This one?” 

Ari nods. “I put it in a big box so you wouldn’t guess what it was. It was Dante’s idea.” Dante nods proudly.

My parents sit down on the sofa next to Sylvia and together, they unwrap the present. Once they get the letter out, they read it in silence. My mom starts crying, and then my dad does, too, which is quite jarring--I’ve never seen him cry. Everyone’s looking at them. 

“What does it say, Mom?” Sylvia asks. My mom just shakes her head, unable to speak, so my dad reads it out in a shaky voice. 

“Dear Ari. First of all, I’m really glad you wrote. You were always my favorite.” This gets an emotional laugh from all of us. “I can’t believe you’re so old. You’re a man, now, and all I can picture is you as a boy. I wish I knew what you looked like. I can’t say I’m not a little weirded out about you being engaged to a guy, but at the same time, it’s cool. I’ve met a lot of different kinds of people in here, and one thing I’ve learned is that the ones who have your back aren’t always the ones you think. There’s a guy in here that I’ve gotten to be pretty tight with, and he’s gay. When I first met him, I hated him just because of that. But he’s been kinder to me than anyone else, and he actually listens, and thinks about things, and he’s really funny, and after a while I realized I didn’t care that he’s gay because he’s just a good dude. He’s my bro now. That’s made me reflect a lot on what I did. I don’t know how much you know about that, and I don’t really want to talk about it. It makes me feel kind of sick, to be honest. I was a different person then. Really lost. It sounds like you were lost for a while, too, and I’m really glad you aren’t anymore. 

It’s not so bad in here. Not anymore. It was at first. Thanks for telling me about Mom and Dad. I feel too awful about all that to think about it, which is why I haven’t written to them. Maybe I will someday, now that I know they’d still want that. I figured after what an ass I was, they wouldn’t want to hear from me. I was just ashamed, and scared, and angry. I don’t even know why I was angry. Anyway I don’t want to talk about it. But if you get a chance to tell them I love them more than anything, do it. Same goes for Syl and Cece.

Merry Christmas and happy engagement and all that. You should write again if you feel like it. Getting a letter from you was the best thing to happen to me in a really long time, and I wouldn’t mind another. Maybe send a photo of yourself, and your boy, too. I’m curious to see what you look like now, and I want to see this guy who captured your heart. Bernardo.”

We all sit in silence for a while. I have tears coursing silently down my cheeks, and so does Sylvia, and my mom is holding on to my dad, sobbing. “Thank you, son,” my dad says quietly, and Ari smiles at him and nods. 

Mrs. Quintana eventually hands baby Joaquin to Ari, and he takes him like it’s second nature, like it’s something they’ve done a million times. Then she leans down and kisses my mom on the temple, and goes to the piano to play some more. That helps shift the mood a bit, and after a while my mom stands and takes the baby from Ari and stands there, rocking him back and forth, singing the lyrics of “O Holy Night” quietly to him as his mother plays it. She’s still crying a little, but just a little. 

After a while, my eyes are feeling heavy. I look at my watch and realize it’s close to midnight. 

“Oh my,” I say. “Kids, it’s time for bed!” That breaks any remnants of emotionality in the room.

The kids - all five of them - set up a howling lament. 

“Don’t even start,” Leo says next to me, just as I say, “It’s way past your bedtime.” Juan is nodding his support as Sylvia sits up and runs her fingers through her hair. “What your tía said,” she murmurs. 

Bella gets up and climbs onto Ari and Dante. They shift around a bit and Ari wraps an arm around her so she doesn’t fall off their laps. “Are you going to be here in the morning?” she asks Dante.

“Yep. I’m spending the night with Uncle Ari, so we’ll both be here when you wake up,” Dante assures her.

“Do you like to spend the night with Uncle Ari?” she asks.

Dante gets this wicked little smile on his face.

“Oh, yes. Sleeping with your Uncle Ari is my favorite thing in the whole world,” he says earnestly.

“Dante,” his mother admonishes, while Sam groans and my dad closes his eyes and shakes his head and my mother rolls her eyes, embarrassed. Ari flushes and bites his lip to keep from laughing. 

“Uncle Dante?” Sylvia’s son, Max, says, standing up and drifting towards their chair. “You weren’t always part of our family.”

“No, Max. I wasn’t.”

“Will you always be part of our family now?” Max asks. Dante grins. 

“Yes, I will. I’ll always be here. You can get used to me.” And then he snakes out an arm and pulls Max onto their laps as well, and both kids are giggling and squealing. 

“Can Uncle Ari and Uncle Dante put us to bed?” Rafe asks, and I smile at him, because I know he’s a little jealous of the attention his sister and cousin are getting.

“It’s okay with me,” I say, glancing over at Leo and then at Juan and Sylvia. They all nod in agreement. “If they want to,” I add, glancing at Ari and Dante. They’re both beaming. 

“Of course. Get in line, kids! We’re making a train,” Dante says, carefully depositing Bella and Max on to the floor so he can extricate himself from Ari and stand up. “Ari, you be the caboose.” 

Ari scowls at him playfully. “Why do I have to be the caboose?” he asks, his eyes narrowed. 

“Because I’m always the caboose,” Dante says over his shoulder, winking, and Ari’s eyes get wide and he doubles over laughing and frankly, I’m a bit embarrassed. I have no idea what the statement even means, but it’s clearly something sexual because Sam is groaning again and Mrs. Quintana says, “Dante!” again in an exasperated tone. Thankfully, none of the kids have a clue that Dante keeps making jokes about his sex life with their uncle, so I just lean into Leo and laugh. 

“This whole situation is so bizarre,” I say, once the kids have all kissed us goodnight and made it upstairs. 

“Tell me about it,” Sylvia says. She’s pulling on her coat, as are Juan and the Quintanas, so Leo and I follow suit. 

“I’m not sure you can understand,” I say to the Quintanas. “How much my family has changed because of you guys. Because of Dante.” 

Mrs. Quintana smiles, and then she says, softly, “I think we do understand. At least somewhat. Dante was never as...sad...as Ari was, but he was always alone. No matter how many friends he had, it was clear he was alone. Sometimes Sam and I would worry about him, worry that he would never find a soulmate.” She glances to her husband, who nods. “The day Dante came home from the pool and told us he’d met the coolest guy in the universe, we knew something was different. He was glowing. After he went upstairs, Sam looked at me and said, ‘everything just changed.’”

“So you knew?” Leo asked.

She glanced around at the other parents, unsure how to respond. My mom is the one who answers. “I think we all knew,” she says. “But we all took different amounts of time admitting it to ourselves.” 

I smile at them, in awe of...well, everything. 

“We’ll see you in the morning,” my dad says, pulling me into a hug. I can’t remember the last time he hugged me.

I hug him back. 

#Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe #aaddtsotu

[lilacs-with-lavender]

❧ Green with Envy ☙

Newt Scamander x fem!reader

Prompt: No matter what you do Newt just won’t notice you, so it’s time to resort to desperate measures...

Warning: swearing,angst, & eventual intense & unprotected sex

WC: 4,109

Reader’s POV

You looked around the dinner table dejectedly, watching as your not so secret crush laughed and chatted with the lovely Tina Goldstein. Oh how cruel the world was you thought watching as Newt struggled to look anywhere but your intense gaze, his cheeks becoming red & his attention to Tina’s lovely story slipping away. You knew he held some affection for you, Queenie had said as much over a bottle of fire whisky not too long ago. And yet you couldn’t seem to catch his eye, besides mumbling and blushing he would just stand there awkwardly whenever you attempted any sort of flirtation. Huffing and turning your gaze elsewhere your thoughts took a dark turn, it was like he was physically unable to make the first move and it was driving you insane. Maybe he just needed a little push you thought deviously twirling your H/C locks round your fingers tightly, the beginning of a plan forming in your head. Queenie, catching wind of your mischievous thoughts raised a strawberry blonde eyebrow at your sudden smirk from across the table. You met her gaze head on and directed your thoughts to her,

‘I’m going to need your help Queen.’

She couldn’t help but smile at your affectionate nickname and laughing she subtly nodded in your direction.

~*~

Everything was ready and in place except you, panicked you had showered too late and your dress was wrinkled, not to mention your smokey eye looked more like a black eye, and you looked like you were taking the walk of shame to another level. Queenie rushed in five minutes before everyone had to leave to get to the bar... but as soon as she walked in she both saw and heard your dilemma. Closing the door firmly and walking towards you she raised her wand determinedly and you watched in awe as everything righted itself. Your tight green dress sparkled and ironed itself out into a gorgeous thigh length mini dress with a plunging neckline, your smokey eye was transformed, now alluring and mysterious with a subtle nude lip to compliment it. What she did to your hair you could only guess but it fell past your shoulder blades in long loose H/C waves. You let out an audible gasp as you stared at the almost finished product and looking to Queenie in glee you gave her an enthusiastic hug. Pulling away from you and holding her wand in the air she blew a piece of strawberry blonde hair from her face and held up a pair of emerald green stilettos to match and in that moment you swear you could’ve kissed her. As you admired yourself in the silver full length mirror by your bed Queenie wrapped her arms around your neck from behind adding a simple silver necklace and dangling earrings. Beaming she whispered, hands on your shoulders,

“Go get him Y/N”

~*~

Just then there was impatient knocking at the door followed by a just as impatient voice,

“Y/N, Queenie, you guys done in there?!”

“Just coming Teenie!”

Queenie yelled back as you nervously chewed on your lip forgetting the nude lipstick,

“Y/N honey come on what ya doing, it’ll be fine, you're unstoppable tonight!”

Nodding and reapplying your lipstick the both of you walked hand in hand to the door. Queenie smiled sneakily just as you twisted the door knob,

“Flipping Fwoopers I forgot my purse!”

And as the door swung open you laughed hard.

~*~

Newt’s POV

Newt stood uncomfortably in the hallway outside your room with a dapper looking Jacob and an extremely impatient Tina. Fiddling with his bow tie nervously he tried not to think about tonight and how nervous he was… because you would be there.. and you always made him nervous… and what if you didn't like him and and oh god he was thinking about tonight. He just didn’t understand, shoving his hands in the pockets of his grey slacks he attempted to look casual and relaxed as he heard the door knob to your room twist. Surely he wouldn’t have to talk to you tonight maybe you couldn’t tell that he had a slight affection for you… but then the door opened and Newt’s jaw hit the floor. You were gorgeous, laughing and smiling at something Queenie had said, exuding the most attractive confidence he’d ever seen in you and tossing back your lovely head of hair. Not to mention your dress, which clung to your gorgeous form tightly. Speaking of that dress … Merlin’s beard Newt practically drooled as his dark eyes slid down your body, trying to memorize the way the sheer emerald fabric hugged your chest, his eyes wandering lower and lower until, your lovely visage turned to meet his. Framed by H/C locks you gazed at him flushing instantly but for once Newt met your glowing E/C eyes and reddened cheeks boldly, his pants growing tighter as he fell in love on the spot.

~*~

Reader’s POV

You tried to take deep calming breaths before you went into the hall were everyone was waiting, hell where Newt was waiting! Your anxiety was about to consume you when you heard Queenie gasp a saying that she knew made you laugh raucously,

“Flipping Fwoopers I forgot my purse!”

Blinking, your hand already on the door knob you snorted and burst out laughing. Queenie had a small knowing smile on her lips as she pushed the door open for you. Still laughing you tossed back your perfectly done hair and realized too late the hallway was dead quiet except for your outrageously loud laugh. Looking to Queenie for help she saw she was smiling wildly and had a far off look that confirmed your suspicions, she was reading someone’s mind… whose thoughts were making Queenie so happy? You searched for Jacob but he was nibbling on a pastry innocently… no… Queenie was looking at someone behind you. Turning, the world seemed to slow down around you, a familiar freckled face was wearing a not so familiar expression. Newts seafoam green eyes were darker, so dark you could drown in that green ocean, but those eyes weren’t looking at you they were undressing you. A sharp tingling flew down your spine and pooled in between your legs as the tall man raked his eyes over your form, shivering and pressing your legs together desperately you met his heated gaze. There was a storm in those gorgeous eyes you thought you knew well, he met your gaze boldly, no blushing or mumbling this time. There was something darker something that almost made you whimper out loud at the thought of this man kissing you, touching you, finally blushing you were the first to look away. Knowing if you looked even a second longer you may never look away.

“Let’s go people the clubs always packed by 10:00.”

Tina’s brisk voice brought you spinning back to reality and gripping your clutch purse in hopes of calming your tingling body and your heaving breaths. You glanced at Newt fervently but the passion filled man you had just met was gone and you're adorable animal loving friend was back, shuffling obediently up to Tina and running a hand through his curly cinnamon hair. Your mind still reeling you linked arms with Tina and Queenie and braced yourself.

~*~

The smell of cigars and the sound of drunken laughter hit the five of you like a wall as you walked into The Blind Pig. Merlin’s beard you needed a drink, heading straight for the bar you ordered four shots of giggle water and glanced around the bar looking for a particular curly ginger head. Spotting Newt cozied up in a booth next to Tina with Jacob and Queenie you scowled and reached for your first shot, this was impossible. What was the point of investing all your affections in one man if he showed zero interest in you, with each shot the memory of the passionate man in the hallway and Queenies wide smile became a distant reality. Soon you had a dazed smile on your face and a flutter in your stomach, trying to remember why you had been staring at a spot above newts shoulder for the last five minutes you called the bartender over. However before you could order another round of giggle water a husky voice beat you to it,

“A round of shots for me and the tall drink of water if ya please.”

Smiling suggestively at you the tall dark stranger leaned against the polished bar waiting for your reply. A painful memory of a sunlit, freckled, and smiling face flashed in your minds eye, the first time Newt had showed you the bowtruckle tree in his case, you winced at the memory, it was the first time you had admitted to yourself that you loved him. But that freckled smiling face was currently having an amazing time with Tina, you realized sourly, so resolutely you turned to the well dressed man, your expression impressively seductive.

“What’s a good looking guy like you doing in a dive like this?”

~*~

Newt’s POV

Newt squinted, attempting to make out your shimmering form through the hazy smoke and dim yellow lighting of the jazz club. It was a difficult task but as he craned his neck and attempted to get up from the booth a pair of small firm hands pulled him down.

“Let her be Newt your always chasing after Y/N, you never stay and talk with me, she’s a grown woman you know she can take care of herself!”

Newt furrowed his brow and looked at Tina with distaste it was unlike her to be so jealous, he scowled but said gently,

“So are you Tina.”

She looked up at him taken aback and affronted as he turned away heading towards the bar. Newt stood straightening out his collar and smoothing his slacks, he felt like no matter what he wore he was disparagingly drab next to your beauty. Feeling his confidence rise, Newt thought he might even buy you a drink, he would try hard not to get red and flustered and he’d be the perfect gentleman he decided happily. As soon as he saw your shining H/C tresses his happiness peaked only to come crashing down around him when he saw who was next to you. A tall handsome man that exuded confidence stood much too close to you and attempted to snake an arm around your waist, eyes drifting down to your low cut neckline. Newt watched it all in slow motion; the drunken giggle escaping your pouty lips and the mans lingering gaze on your body as he leaned in close to you, so close Newt saw your eyes crinkle and your mouth turning into a disapproving frown. That was all it took for his already thin patience to snap.

~*~

Reader’s POV

You had gotten through three more shots and the world seemed to be slightly fuzzy at the edges like everything happening was apart of a dizzy dream, as of right now you decided that it was a nightmare. The giggle water had gone straight to your head but currently you were getting less drunk and more annoyed at the man you had been chatting up, or ‘Josh’ as he had said not even asking for your name first. Josh was getting too close to your hips for your liking and you were in no mood for a one night stand, just when you were ready to excuse yourself for ‘some air’ you caught the smell of freshly churned soil and cinnamon. “Leave her alone.”

Your eyebrows shot skyward and you turned around, but the person you associated with that smell was nowhere to be found, instead the man from the hallway was back. The tall magizoologist was dangerously quite and his eyes were that dark ocean of green once more. You shivered and backed away, unintentionally into the arms of the one Newt was trying to protect you from. Josh smirked and you whipped around standing apart from them both quickly.

“She’s with me,”

Newt said with a confidence unlike any you’d ever heard from him. Josh laughed,

“She doesn’t look like she’s with you and if she’s fair game then I’d like to go back to my place now.”

He wiggled his eyebrows at you suggestively, you opened your mouth to put him in his place but Newt beat you to it.

“No I don’t think so.”

Josh took a swig from his whiskey glass and whipped out his wand staggering towards Newt with a deranged glint in his eye. You panicked,

“This has gone far enough!”

You pulled your wand from your clutch and grabbed Newt apparating on the spot to the first place you could think of, your apartment. You turned, furious at Newt but not meeting his gaze you placed your clutch on the table and slipped off your heels,

“What were you thinking?! Your not my big brother I’m a grown woman, I can take care of myself!”

You took a breath to continue your admonishing and spun towards the door to lock it. You nearly ran into a toned chest. Stopping short and swallowing your lecture you looked up hesitantly not knowing which Newt would meet your eyes. A vast sea of dark blue-green met your glittering E/C eyes, the man from the hallway and the bar looked down at you. Blushing you stuttered,

“Listen, I.. you shouldn’t ..you can’t just...”

Exasperated, you tried desperately to form a sentence but then you stopped trying, because Newt placed his hand on your cheek. You stared into the raging typhoon that was his eyes and swallowed a whimper, Merlin’s Beard this man.

“Y/N you don’t understand what… you couldn’t possibly… it’s not..”

He paused frustrated as you had been and said with an air of finality,

“You’ll always be the only one for me.”

Your hand came up to your mouth, the looks, the touches, the laughs all of it was real… and he was real.

“Your my everything.”

You breathed it softly, this admission of your passion and your breath hitched as you watched what you said take effect. It started in his eyes, now you understood what the darkness in them was… pressing your legs together you realized it was lust. Newt looked as if he had been waiting for your permission and he looked to be in physical pain, restraining every muscle in his body from ravishing you. Knowing he needed an extra push you put both hands on his shoulders and nuzzled your face in his neck,

“Show me I’m the only one.”

And with your hot breath tickling his neck and your soft hands at his shoulders, Newt snapped.

~*~

Newt’s POV

Merlin’s beard you were fantastic, Newt had grabbed you by the waist and shoved you into the nearest wall, and as he latched onto your neck you moaned his name. It was the hottest thing Newton Scamander had ever fucking heard. His knee was in between your legs now and you were kissing him like there was no tomorrow. He could feel the heat radiating from your core, and you were driving him wild, his senses overloaded by everything that was so perfectly you. Your perfume, your shampoo, it all combined to make a scent that was so alluring Newt thought he would drown in it and die a happy man. But as your hands drifted to his belt memories of the man at the bar arose and he growled at the thought of that stranger here with you instead of him. Newts eyes blazed with a glittering passion and pressing a possessive kiss to the dip of your low neckline he ripped your dress down the middle. You gasped as the cold air hit your exposed nipples and put a hand on Newts chest to push him back,

“Newt Scamander that was my favorite dress!”

But Newt was hiding behind his hair again and all he could do was drink in your nearly naked figure,

“You look fucking delicious Y/N.”

The anger on your face turned to arousal quickly, Newt did not swear often and he smirked as he saw how much it turned you on. There you stood one hand on his chest and one clutching at the wall you were up against, the emerald remains of your dress lay torn at your feet and all that was between your legs was a scrap of lacy black fabric that couldn’t possibly qualify as underwear. Licking his lips and pushing your hand away lazily Newt directed his full attention to the lovely round breasts in front of him,

“No bra Y/N why, you must have been the biggest slut in the bar today…”

Newts voice was low and gravelly and he smirked when he heard your mewl of delight at his words.

“Newt..”

~*~

Reader’s POV

You were squirming against the wall with your eyes screwed shut, when you peeked he was still standing there just staring at all of you with those lusty eyes, whimpering you felt the heat pool between your legs more and more but he just stood there looking ridiculously gorgeous!

“ah..Newt..please..”

He rolled up his sleeves and you nearly moaned out loud, his freckled forearms were tan and scarred and god you so desperately wanted them on you. He stared at you intently licking his lips again god damn him and said in a voice that sent your body into overdrive,

“Tell me what you want Y/N.”

Shuddering you looked up at him with hooded eyes and whispered,

“Want.. you, touch me Newt… oh gods touch me!”

That was all you had to do it turns out, he rushed to you and gathered you in his arms carrying you into a familiar room, your bedroom you realized. He laid you gently on the bed below him but turned you over before you could get comfortable. You heard a clink of metal and frowned,

“Newt? What’s going on?”

Silence... then a sharp ‘thwap’ as leather hit your bare ass, it stung but the vibration through your panties had you mewling.

“You need to be punished Y/N, you said and did some things that hurt me today,”

‘thwap’ you moaned out loud,

“I’d like an apology.”

‘thwap’

“Merlin! I’m sorry!”

‘thwap’ you screamed,

“I’m sorry!”

The belt stopped and you felt soft warm lips in its place kissing the red marks lovingly. You twisted, turning onto your back and scowling,

“You are very overdressed Mr. Scamander.”

Smirking you watched Newt shudder at the title while you noticed the sizeable tent in his pants eagerly.

As soon as he pulled his dress shirt off however you could not contain yourself, your hands ran down his scarred chest eagerly. Newt however looked at you nervously from behind his hair,

“I know.. t-t-there not the nicest things to look at…”

You kissed each silver scar passionately and paused to look up at him,

“I think their beautiful.”

He smiled regaining his confidence and gently pushing you back down but you noticed while you had been distracted, the handsome redhead had undressed and was left in navy blue boxers that you were tempted to rip off. But before you could do so a warm and wet sensation started trailing up your thigh.

“oh...my..Newt what are you doING!”

The wizards mouth was on your core and he had shoved your parties to the side sliding his tongue inside you eagerly lapping at your juices while you writhed and moaned one hand anchoring you in the sheets and the other tugging at the head of cinnamon hair between your legs. Suddenly without warning newt replaced his tongue with two fingers, plunging them deep into your core. You were chanting his name like a prayer now as his mouth latched onto one of your bouncing nipples, increasing your pleasure tenfold.

“Newt...I-I-I’m so… Aghh!”

He had added a third, vigorously sliding the slick digits in and out of your cunt, his long fingers were pushing you over the edge.

“I-I-I’m I’m gonna..”

He stopped, the idiot stopped! You looked down at him betrayed but he just smiled that annoying melt your heart smile and said albeit darkly,

“Save it dear, we still haven’t reached the main event..”

His face was inches from yours now and boy were you a mess of denied pleasure and intense arousal. He leaned forward and kissed you passionately and you moaned into the kiss eagerly tasting yourself, your hands wrapping around his neck. His hands were busy sliding down his boxers and your panties however and once they did you gasped into his mouth, pulling away you muttered fervently into his ear,

“Wow who knew you were packing Scamander?”

And by that you meant packing, he was huge, his length slapping against his stomach eagerly. Newt, for all his confidence tonight was frozen above you blushing but you smiled reassuringly and said gently,

“Go ahead sweetheart I’ve wanted this for a long time.”

Nodding Newt, in contrast to his earlier movements slid slowly into you, while you moaned all the while. His cock stretched and filled you like nothing you had ever experienced, and as you stared at the concentrated freckly face above you, you whispered as seductively as you dared,

“Don’t hold back Mr. Scamander…”

You grunted, surprised as his cock moved within you, moaning lewdly as it pulled back out and Newt snapped his hips. You groaned digging your nails into his back, earning a growl from the almost primal man above you as he sped up his thrusts. With an arm on either side of your head Newt found a new angle and dynamite sticks of pleasure were exploding in your core so you let him know,

“Oh..yes.. Merlin...Newt right THERE!”

He was drilling you into the mattress now sucking and biting at your chest aggressively as you held on for dear life. You were close and he knew it, angling his thick cock even deeper inside of you as you screamed his name wildly. His mouth leaving your now abused breasts, he brought a hand to your clit and started rubbing,

“You think anyone in that bar could’ve made you feel this good? Huh Y/N?”

You bit your lip and shut your eyes shaking your head no,

“What was that darling?”

“N-n-n-no!”

You got out, voice faltering every time he thrust into your heat. His ocean eyes were a glittering green storm above you now as you writhed and screamed yourself hoarse. He was getting close too and you could feel his cock twitching inside of you, “Who do you belong to Y/N?”

You barely processed his words your mind a mess of pleasure,“Y-y-y-you…”

“What was that love?”

You were both so close, hot bodies grabbing at one another desperately,

“You I belong to you Newt!”

Newt groaned at the sound of his name on your lips and thrust into you hard one last time spilling his seed deep within you. His hot seed within you was enough to trigger your release and as your pussy convulsed around him white fireworks exploded in front of your eyes, you heard someone screaming in pleasure and realized it was you. Your eyes were locked onto Newts the hold time and he held you tightly as your orgasm washed over you. Finally as your head began to clear and you came down from your dizzying high, you gazed at the man holding you. He was flushed from your recent lovemaking and his curls more tousled then usual, you were star struck, his eyes were there normal lovely shade of green-blue and you nearly fainted when you realized he was already staring at you the same way. Merlin’s Beard you were both so in love.

“Y/N?”

“Yes dear?”

“I’m sorry if I hurt you I pride myself on my control but when I’m around you I just...I can’t… i-i-it’s hard to explain..”

He looked up at you through the mass of messy ginger curls almost apologetically, but you giggled.

“Newt if my sore throat is any indication I’m pretty sure I fucking loved it.”

He smiled and soft Newt, your creature loving best friend was back, and as much fun as envious Newt was, you decided as you felt two freckled arms wrap around your waist and warm breath nuzzle into your neck, that you liked this Newt better.

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How Big is a Full Grown Pomsky?

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I Should've Known

I should’ve known something was off about Juniper.

For starters, her name was Juniper. That should have been my first reg flag. But when her photo popped up on tinder, my thumb hesitated over her face. Yeah, it was a bathroom selfie and yeah, her lips were pursed in an annoying semi duck face, but fuck she was hot.

My thumb slid across my phone’s screen as I swiped right.

Our first date was at a bar near her work, somewhere in Midtown. She wanted to meet up on a Tuesday. I’d have preferred a weekend night, but whatever. I’m flexible.

When the catch is hot enough...

It was some douchey place with a sports reference for a name. Foreplay or something. The place was filled with frat-boy-now-financial-advisors taking advantage of the happy hour specials and attractive bartenders in tight tank tops.

I grabbed us a table in the back, behind the giant jenga and pool tables.

My phone buzzed with a text message. Running late. Be there in 10.

I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my cheap lager. She better be worth it.

My beer caught in my throat as she walked past the bar into the main seating area. She scanned the room for me, her long blonde hair over one shoulder. She wore a fitted button up shirt, unbuttoned at the top, and a pencil skirt. Her long thin legs ended in a pair of pink pumps. A little bit of spice in an otherwise fairly conservative business outfit. I felt my groin warm as my eyes lingered on her calves.

Her face lit up with recognition when she caught my gaze. Her tinder picture didn’t do her justice. Her nose and chin were round, her face an oval with a slight widows peak. Her lips were full and rosy pink. Her blue eyes wide with excitement. I raised my glass and smiled my most charming first date smile.

Five hours later, I lay in her bed empty and satisfied. Overall, a decent first date. As I listened to the water running from Juniper’s bathroom, I decided with drowsy comfort that she would make a great sacrifice.

We dated for a few months. Juniper was hot, cheeky, and wild in the bedroom. Things were going great. Until she invited me to her parent’s cabin for Christmas.

My father passed away earlier that year, so no one was waiting for me. I had to keep Juniper close for this year’s offering and I figured it was the season of family. As they say, the more the merrier.

We weren’t able to drive up to her family cabin till Christmas eve. Juniper worked as a legal secretary, and the office didn’t give her much time off, so it wasn’t till around 3pm before we  were loading Juniper’s luxury crossover. It’s ok, I thought. Still plenty of time.

She wove the car through snowy back roads and explained to me what a “snow tire” was. I had only recently moved up north from Florida and I thanked Christ she didn’t ask me to help drive. But I had never seen snow before and its beauty struck me. I watched out the window as we passed the sparkling white landscape, mesmerized.

Her parents, both lawyers, were loaded so I don’t know why I was surprised when we pulled up to the “family cabin.” The two story mini-mansion was built from polished wood and stone. Large columns stretched up from the ground to the roof, creating a sharp awning that sheltered the double glass front doors and floor to ceiling windows that spotted the modern exterior.

Juniper parked her car at the top of the driveway, expressing obvious annoyance that all three spaces in the garage were already taken by her parents’ and sisters’ cars.

I peered out the passenger window at the house. Large soft snowflakes fell lazily to the ground, illuminated by two spotlights shining from the front yard onto the cabin’s facade. The light reflected off the snow, giving it the illusion that the heavens were raining gold.

“Wow, I know I’m from Florida, but…” I paused. “This isn’t really what I was picturing.”

Juniper lowered onto the wheel to get a better look at her family home. Her face glowed in the warm light from outside. She chuckled, “yeah, I know. But don’t be fooled, it’s not all fancy.” She eyed me mischievously, “the cell service is fucking shit.”

“Ah.” I nodded, as if that one fact brought her whole family back down to earth.

“You brought your swimsuit, right?”

I laughed at the joke. “Oh, of course.”

Her smile fell. “No, Calvin, I’m serious. You brought your suit, right?”

I looked out at the snowy wilderness around us, unsure how to respond.

Juniper sighed. “For the jacuzzi! I’m sure my dad has an extra pair you can borrow.”

“Oh, great.” I said without much enthusiasm.

Big wet snowflakes coated us in the few minutes it took to unload the car and jog to the house. The door closed with a thud and Juniper dropped her bags, kicking off her pristine duck boots before bounding down the hallway.

“Amber, Clover, where are you guys?!”

I placed the box of meticulously wrapped gifts I had been carrying down and grabbed a quick look at my watch. 5:14. Perfect. The ride up was faster than I had expected. Still plenty of time.

I looked around to see that I was standing in an entrance room. The wood floor and walls glowed with the yellow light radiating from a huge chandelier hanging above my head. It was made of light grey branches braided around each other, their bark smooth and manicured as if they had naturally grown like that.

Feminine squeals rang down the hall from the back of the house. I stood there, awkwardly unsure what to do. At least I looked the part. Juniper, dissatisfied with my wardrobe, had bought me a tan wool coat. She explained that my faded leather jacket was neither weather appropriate nor fashionable. I had moved up to the city during the summer and my closet hadn’t been prepared for the blistering winds and snow of the north. I’m lucky I had Juniper to help with that. At least according to her.

Snow clung to the shoulders of the department store coat as the warmth of the house embraced me. I could feel the chilly wetness of melting snow sink into my knit beanie. A matching scarf was wrapped around my neck, the fibers clinging to my moist lips unpleasantly.

I grabbed at the scarf with my gloved hand and pulled. In my defense, I wasn’t used to the lack of individual fingers and the clumsiness of a hand wrapped in thick wool. I had half of the unwieldy piece of clothing in one hand while the end hugged my throat tightly when the Mills family entered.

“Oh no! Baby!” Juniper’s voice was filled with amusement as she rushed to help me. She took the scarf and carefully untangled it from my neck.

A gravelly voice boomed, filling the space, “June mentioned you were from the South! Guess you guys don’t really need winter accessories down there, huh?”

Juniper continued to help me undress out of my winter outwear as I turned. Behind her stood a beast of a man. He towered over my 5’11” frame, his shoulders broader than a football player’s. His beard was thick yet neatly trimmed. He wore a fitted flannel shirt and pressed jeans, making him look more like a lumberjack who modeled for L.L. Bean on his off days than a lawyer.

My mouth hung open for a moment before I regained my composure. “Mr. Mills, it’s nice to meet you.” I extended my hand around Juniper, who was still working on my coat. “I’m Calvin.”

“Matthias, Matthias!” He roared joyously, pushing Juniper out of the way as he pulled me into a tight embrace. My body was engulfed by his meaty chest. I’m not ashamed to admit it, it was the best hug of my life. Comforting and warm. For a moment, I forgot about the greater good. My purpose in life. My father. It was like being suspended in a vat of Christmas and love.

He let go of me and I stepped back, noticing for the first time the two figures behind him.

“Calvin, these are my sisters: Clover and Amber.” Juniper said, beaming from me to them.

Juniper was the middle daughter of three. Clover, at 29, was the eldest and Amber, at 22, was the youngest. The only thing the sisters had in common was that they were three of the most gorgeous women I had even seen in my life. Clover had silky black hair, cut short at her chin. Her features were sharp, her thin grey eyes bordered by heavy eyelashes. She smiled coyly at me as she extended her hand.

“Nice to meet you, Calvin.” While Juniper’s voice was high and bubbly, Clover’s voice was low and throaty. Similar to her father’s but with a husky feminine quality that made it difficult to think of her as my girlfriend’s sister.

“And I’m Amber.” A soft voice said to my left. I tore my gaze away from Clover to the younger sister. Amber was much shorter than her siblings, with thick red hair and a circular face. She had a button nose and round green eyes. She looked like she had stepped out of an Irish folktale. Amber contrasted sharply with her sisters. Juniper was tall and had an athletic build. Tight but soft, firm and preppy like a cheerleader. Clover was tall and thin, angles and bite, the only one in the room who actually looked like a lawyer (but ironically was a painter).

And Amber…. Well… Let’s just say Amber’s curves swelled and ebbed in all the right places. A sailor could get lost exploring those rolling waves.

I smiled and took her hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Juniper didn’t talk about her family much and I knew well enough not to ask, but I made a mental note to discreetly broach the subject of whether her and her sisters all had the same parents. “Where’s Mrs. Mills?”

Matthias’ smile wavered. “Eh, she had to run an errand.” His eyes shifted to Clover, who's returning gaze narrowed slightly. His dark eyes shot back to mine and he smiled confidently again, the moment of weirdness over as suddenly as it had started. “She’ll be back later.”

“Come on, Juniper. Help us with dinner!” Amber said as she grabbed her sister’s hand and began to pull her down the hall.

Clover’s mouth turned downwards as her dark eyes lingered on me for a moment before following her sisters.

Something heavy hit my shoulder and I jumped. Matthias had clapped his huge hand onto my back. “Let me tell you, it’s nice to have a man to talk with! I’m always surrounded by women!” He laughed a low good hearted growl as he lead me into another room.

We entered a cavernous living room, the ceiling arching high above us. Several thick naked wooden beams held it up. A large red oriental rug stretched from wall to wall, complimenting the forest green walls well. Two large brown leather couches sat kitty corner to each other in the middle of the room.

The walls were lined with hunting trophies. The taxidermied heads of different animals stared out across at each other, their dead glassy eyes unseeing. Deer and bears snarled meaninglessly, their teeth barred without emotion. A bobcat perched on a rock in the corner of the room next to a fat pheasant. Against one wall was a large glass gun rack. Polished rifles gleamed in the warm overhead light. The centerpiece of the room, a massive moose head, rested above the marble fireplace in which a large fire roared, radiating heat and golden light around the room.

Catching me eyeing his collection, Matthias laughed. “Are you a hunter, Calvin?”

I thought for a second before carefully choosing my next words. “My father and I used to go hunting once a year together. I still practice the tradition.”

“Good.” His deep voice resonated with the warmth from the fireplace, creating an atmosphere of masculine comfort and safety. “I like a man who hunts.”

I smiled at him and nodded, unsure how to respond.

“Sit down, sit down!” He ordered as he fell into one of couches. I obliged, sitting on the other couch facing him as I prepared for the inevitable father-boyfriend interview.

“Calvin…” he rolled my name around his tongue experimentally as he eyed me. “That a protestant name, isn’t it?”

“Uh…” I stammered, taken off guard. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Matthias leaned forward, resting his forearm against his thigh. “Do you believe in God, Calvin?”

The line of questioning was going down a dark path I had not expected. In the four months I had been dating Juniper, she had never brought up religion.

“Of course...” My answer was slow and deliberate.

Matthias nodded, his eyes narrowing at me. “God is the most important thing to this family. The Mills clan walks close with Him. We are His servants, and we take that role very seriously.”

I nodded. “My family believed the same. We were very devote.”

“Were?” Matthias asked.

“My father died this past February. I never knew my mother, but my dad raised me to be fearful of God.”

“And what do you believe now?”

I hesitated. “I still practice.”

“You can be honest with me, Calvin.” Matthias sat back into the thick leather couch. “I won’t tell Juniper not to date you because of your religious beliefs. Or lack thereof.” He laughed, as if that last part was a joke.

I smiled at him, “I’ll admit, I do not follow the more embellished of the ceremonies my father taught me, but I still believe in his word and actions.”

He nodded. “I can respect that. I know my daughters only participate in some of the more, how did you put it… embellished of the ceremonies solely for my benefit. I understand the younger generation doesn’t care as much for the ritual of worship. But I think it’s important that you know how deep this family’s spirituality runs. God comes first in this house. When God asks us to do something,” he paused, looking towards the floor as he cleared his throat. He looked back up at me, his gaze fierce, freezing me in time and space. “We obey without question.”

“As it should be.” I said.

We stared at each other for several moments before the tension was broken by Matthias’ deep laughter.

“I like you, Calvin.” He stood. “I’m gonna go grab a beer, want one?”

“That’d be great, thanks.”

He left and I sat in the living room, surrounded by fire and death.

Dinner and drinks passed uneventfully. The food was delicious and Matthias’ wine cellar impressive. I didn’t even notice the absence of Mrs. Mills throughout the course of the dinner. Matthias kept filling my glass and I drank the rich red wine with relish.

I should’ve known better. Christmas eve had been me and my father’s night and so maybe my overindulgence was an attempt to deal with his absence. Maybe I wasn’t ready to go through that night’s rite without him just yet. But I knew at the back of my mind that I had to. That it was my duty. I owed it not just to my father, but to the world.

As Matthias poured another glass of wine, I looked down at my watch. 9:58. I needed to pace myself. To rest. I’d need my wits and strength for the witching hour. Luckily, I did not have to excuse myself early. As the clock struck ten, Matthias raised his glass in cheer.

“Let us bless our last sip of wine before we head to bed.” His eyes twinkled with drink. “Tonight’s a big night for us, and so let us toast to family” he held his glass towards me, “and new friends. To endings and new beginnings.” He winked, his smirk lopsided. “To the most sacred holiday, and to God. Let us give to Him all that He asks of us, and hope He favors us with the treasures of His bounty.”

He stretched his glass to mine. “To Saint Nicholas.” Our wine glasses clinked as the sister’s voices echoed their father. “To Saint Nicholas!”

I laughed and drowned the last of my wine, attributing each and every red flag to the quirkiness of a rich and spoiled family of lawyer lumberjacks.

I awoke later the night to hands running up my chest. I opened my eyes, my mind groggily trying to catch up to my body’s instant reaction. A warm naked body pressed into me and I rolled towards her, pulling her closer. My lips found her soft skin and I kissed her neck, tracing the gentle curve to her jaw. Something brushed lightly against the back of my neck, but my brain was too drenched in desire and sleep to register the sensation. She moaned and I ran my hand up her side. As I cupped her breast, the supple flesh gave under my fingertips and electricity shot through my body as I squeezed. Bringing my mouth to hers, I kissed her deeply

Arms wrapped around my back and I opened my eyes with instant focus, my vision suddenly filled with Clover’s cold grey gaze.

I recognized the sensation of breasts much larger than Juniper’s or Clover’s pressing against my back, firm and soft. Amber’s breath was hot on my ear. “Shhhh, don’t fight it.” Her tongue slid across the sensitive skin at the top of my neck and brought my earlobe between her lips. She sucked softly and my dick swelled.

I turned to face her, her lips finding mine as I pressed myself into her thighs. I moaned lightly as Clover’s hand snaked around my hip. As I kissed Amber, Clover moved to my cock, gently teasing it before wrapping her fingers around the shaft.

“Oh, fuck.” I gasped as she began to stroke. I rolled onto my back, my eyes closed as Amber and Clover explored my body, their heat radiating into my sides.

Clover kissed my cheek and whispered, “open your eyes.”

I obeyed.

Above me, standing at the foot of the bed, was a woman. I sat bolt upright, filled with sudden panic. Clover and Amber’s hands fell away as they watched my reaction with amused expressions on their faces.

The woman stood, looking at me. Her hair was long, longer than Juniper’s, and it was stark white. Not graying, but pure white. She stood completely naked, her pale body glowing in the silver light of the moon outside the window. Her eyes were wide, revealing pupils completely milky with cataracts. She looked ageless, color fading from her along with her youth, yet her fair skin was still smooth and firm.

“Calvin, mom. Mom, Calvin.” Clover cooed beside me, her voice a mix of sensuality and power.

Mrs. Mills stared at me with those unseeing eyes, and she smiled.

“It’s nice to meet you, Calvin.” She said quietly, her voice delicate.

I was breathing heavily, my panting shifting from arousal to fear in mere seconds. My fight or flight instinct was screaming at me to do something, but I was frozen. My eyes darted to the digital clock on the nightstand. 11:28. My alarm was set to go off in only a few minutes. I still had time to prepare for the ritual. I looked up at Mrs. Mills, who was still smiling at me, waiting for a response.

My voice came out strained, tight with fear, confusion, and some embarrassment at the sheer amount of nudity around me. “You too, Mrs. Mills.”

“Please, call me Holly.” Without waiting for a response, she turned to Clover. “He will do. Prepare him for sacrifice.”

I felt a pinch in my neck, then darkness.

I opened my eyes slowly. My head throbbed and my body was shaking uncontrollably, the air shockingly cold. I tried to take in the scene around me through blurry vision. I was sitting on the cold hard ground. Short walls of snow surrounded me in a circle, but the circle itself was bare except for dozens of thick white candles. My ass cheeks were numb against the frozen leaves that had only recently been covered. I was naked and I realized the Mills family was kneeling around me.

Juniper and her sisters swayed in the chill night air, the slowly falling snow soaking into the delicate fabric of their nightgowns. They chanted together, their voices joining in a chorus of a German sounding dialect I did not recognize.

Directly in front of me stood Matthias. His hands clasped in front of him as if in prayer. A black, crooked dagger jutted out from his grasp towards his face.

Jesus fuck, what time is it? I thought as I tried to stand, but my hands were tied behind my back.

A creature stepped out from the chilly darkness and into the circle. Looming above me was a reindeer, Holly straddling its back. She wore a long, flowing white gown. A crown of icicles was perched on her forehead and she looked down, her white eyes glowing in the candlelight.

Contrasting starkly to Holly’s disturbing beauty, the reindeer was twisted and distorted. It looked more like someone’s idea of a sick joke than a living animal. Instead of standing on hooves, the deer’s leg bones protruded from the ends of red oozing stumps. Bloody velvet hung loosely from white bones in fleshy stripes. It’s face was dirty and blackened with what looked like charcoal. A long, black tongue lolled out of its mouth between two rows of human teeth.

I squirmed in the rope that bound me, trying to pull its knot loose. Juniper and I had played with bondage in the bedroom and I knew her style. It wouldn’t take me long to undo anything she had done and my adrenaline silenced any doubt that it could have been any one of the other four family members.

The creature stepped forward towards me as it spoke, its exposed ankle bone pressing into the frozen earth with a dull crunch.

“I am the soul of Saint Nicholas.” It roared, its voice cracking through the air like thunder.

I paused my squirming. “I’m sorry, what?”

“You heard him, mortal!” Holly shrieked. Her voice had lost the fragile air from before. It was now dry and harsh, like paper crinkling into a ball. Or wood cracking as fire bites into it. It didn’t sound real. More like a demon's voice than a human’s. Like a succubus or siren. High pitched and flittering. The cackle of an evil witch.

My fight against the rope renewed with desperate determination. Fuck this shit and fuck this family.

The reindeer snickered quietly before beginning to speak again. “I am weak and old, but fresh blood will wash me anew.” His eyes glowed like burning coals.

“Oh Saint Nicholas, we worship thee!” The voices of the Mills family rose above the circle, their eyes closed with intense concentration.

Matthias continued, “we call upon the witching hour to bring our deity new life!”

“Let Saint Nicholas live again!” The daughters chanted.

The rope fell loosely from my wrists and I silently thanked my now ex-girlfriends crappy survival skills. I jumped up, naked and filled with a fury that easily squashed all self-doubt I had going into this cursed holiday. My father’s death was far from my mind, replaced with hatred.

Matthias’ eyes shot open. His daughters’ chanting faded as they looked from him to me to the god before us.

I looked at my watch. 11:58. I sighed with relief. Witching Hour wasn’t for another three hours. I had plenty of time to deal with the Mills’ shenanigans before it was too late to complete the ritual.

The reindeer, who stood almost a foot beneath me, smiled. “Oh, the foolish confidence of the son charged with the burden of the father.” He bellowed, his voice deep and impressive.

I looked down at him, our eyes locking. “What did you say?”

The deer began to paw the ground, shifting right and left. He looked like a child doing the pee-pee dance. “Oh, look at me.” He said in a mocking tone. “I’m Calvin and I’m an orphan. My daddy entrusted me with our family’s sacred duty but I’m scared.” The reindeer shook its head dramatically with each word, “if only daddy was here to help me kill these people.”

Holly’s anger faltered on her face. She was confused as well. This behavior, apparently, was not what the Mills family expected from their god.

“What the-” Matthias stood, his face twisted in confusion.

“Get the fuck off me, lady.” He bucked and Holly fell to the ground with a painful thud. Matthias reached out and quickly pulled her towards him. His daughters were now cowering at his sides. All malice and power gone from their faces, replaced with utter confusion.

How do you like it? Fucking assholes.

The reindeer continued, “luckily for little Calvin, the Mills are too dumb to know that the witching hour isn’t midnight. Little Calvin still has hours to kill all of them and burn their black little hearts in a fire born of coal and pine.”

He stopped his dance, his face becoming stern again. “You must’ve been thrilled when you were brought to the woods. No fake Christmas for Florida boy, oh no. No mail order pine needles and coal for daddy’s little boy. No, you thought coming up north was the right thing to do. Not like daddy made you live somewhere where it didn’t snow for a reason.”

I spat at the ground and look to the Mills. “This isn’t fucking Santa Claus you dim fucks.”

The reindeer took a steps towards me. “Do you believe in fate, Calvin?”

I looked down at him. “How did you find me? How… how are you even mortal?”

He leaned forward, his dead animal lips hovering by my face. “I followed you, Calvin. I could smell your hunter scent in the snow and I followed it.” He stepped back and looked up at me, smirking. “I found the same idiots I knew you would. A little early Christmas gift, just for you.” His long tongue stretched out towards me. I flinched as the dry leathery skin touched my face, caressing me. It smelt of dried fish and dirt.

“How were you able to become corporeal?” I asked, shooing his tongue away from me. It fell lifeless, hanging in front of him uselessly.

He turned his head to look at the Mills family, who stood behind him, mouths agape. Juniper’s mascara ran and she cried, confused at the scene in front of her. My mind shot back to Matthias’ gun rack. His hunting trophies on the wall.

“Oh god, he made this vessel for you? Fucking sick, man.”

The reindeer shrugged. Or at least, he lifted his shoulders in what could be interpreted as a shrug.

“So what now, are you going to kill me?”

“Not tonight, Calvin.” He winked.

I looked down at my watch. 1:15.

“I still have two hours to perform the ritual…” There was a hiss around me, like sand flowing. I looked up to see a pile of black where the Mills family had been seconds before.

The reindeer swung his face around, as if in astonishment. “Oh my! Where did those rascals get to!?!” He stomped around in mock confusion, the bare bones he stood on audibly snapping with the weight.

“Welp,” he looked back up at me, “good luck trying to find new sacrifices in the middle of bum fuck whatever state this is. I’m out.” He turned away from me and leapt into the snow. He bounded deeper into the woods, his legs spasming in front of him as if he didn’t have the right number of knees.

“See you next Christmas Eve, mother fucker!” He said over his shoulder as he disappeared from sight.

And now, because of the idiocy of one family, my legacy has died. For the first time in 200 years, my bloodline has failed in our sacred duty.

And for that, I apologize. I have failed you. There were so many signs, so many red flags. I should’ve known.

So here’s a warning, the last thing I can offer you in my father’s name. This Christmas Eve, make sure to lock your doors and windows. Leave your shoes outside and stay bundled in your bed. Because this year, Krampus is back.

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