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summer camp - matt sturniolo

a/n: this is for lia and peyton 🎀 but leave requests !! i’ll answer all + lowercase intended & readers name in this story is MELANIE

warnings: switch!matt x switch!reader, smoking , overstimulation, p in v, unprotected sex ( don’t you ever ) pet names, slight choking, begging, oral (m receiving) fingering, praising, etc.

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‘ all these tattoos on my skin they turn you on ..’

the screaming, the crying, the kids, all of it. i needed a break

why would my mom put me in an all kids camp when i’m 19?

we were playing capture the flag, and i wasn’t doing anything but sitting on my ass so i figured i’d sneak away.

i was walking in the woods when i saw a small light peeking through the branches

i shouldn’t have, but my curiosity got the best of me and i wandered closer to the light, wondering what it was.

that’s when i saw one of the camp counselors, matt i think his name was, sitting on a log smoking a blunt surrounded by lanterns

i stepped closer to see if he would notice me standing there or if he was just obvious

that is until i stepped on a stick. a fucking stick.

matt’s head shot up and he fumbled with the blunt in his hands until the end touched his hand and he burned himself “shit!” he said under his breath

i giggled at his clumsiness until he just left it on the ground and walked up to me

“i- um…how much of that did you see?” he asked pointing with his thumb to the spot he was just previously in

“ i saw enough to know you were smoking “ i said in a playful tone, tilting my head

“fuck.” he muttered out while rubbing his forehead

“please don’t tell anyone i-“ he sighed before speaking again “i know im not allowed, but these kids drive me to get like this sometimes, and i need this job i-“

i cut off his nervous rambling before speaking “im not, chill out.” i giggled

he let out a sigh of relief “thank fuck” he looked much more relived and relaxed knowing his secret was safe.

“how long ago did you roll that?” i asked furrowing my brows

“like …10 minutes ago but all i did was take like 2 hits” i thought for a moment before walking infront of him and sitting down on the log he was sat on just minutes ago

“ come on “ i waved him over before picking the blunt off of the ground

he still looked stunned by my actions, as if i was playing a joke on him or something. “you coming?” i said tilting my head, snapping him out of the trance he was in

“you sure…?” be still seemed hesitant

“im 19. i smoke weed ton, like, all the time.” i said reassuring him

“fuck it” he mumbled and made his way over, sitting next to me handing me a lighter

i sparked up the blunt before taking a hit, closing my eyes as i blew the smoke out

the feeling was amazing, i opened my eyes to find matt looking at me in shock

“what?” i giggled at his surprised expression, passing him the blunt

“uh nothing” he shook his head and took a hit, coughing slightly before passing it back to me

“your a lifesaver. it’s matt right?” i quizzed, gratefully accepting the blunt again

“yeah, and your melanie?”

“mhm”

we sat and talked for 2 hours, we had deep talks, and learned a lot about eachother. i liked matt.

he was so sweet, caring, he was genuine and raw, and he wasn’t afraid to express his feelings. that’s a man.

he laughed, i cried a little, we opened up to eachother, occasionally having to relight the blunt if one of us talked for too long. and we were both over sharers and we both liked to listen, so it worked perfectly fine.

he offered me the last hit of the blunt, which is literally the key to my heart

even afterwards we continued talking, and now we were both laying our heads against the log, laid down on the leaves underneath us, looking up at the twinkling stars that were above us.

i turned to face matt, resting my head on both of my hands

he was telling me a story from high school, and i don’t know if it was because i was high or what, but he looked so good under the dim lantern lights, and the way the moonlight complimented his eyes was turning me on.

“ what?” he looked over at me smiling and giggling

“nothing” i said giggling back at him “ your just pretty”

his cheeks flushed a bright rose red and he cleared his throat before speaking “thank you so um…where was i” he nervously answered and stuttering

“wait” i cut him off

he looked at me eyebrows raised, fidgeting with the rings on his fingers due to his nervousness.

“ why are you nervous “ i asked, my eyes staring deep into his low, slightly pink eyes

“ what do you mean?” he said trying to contain his nerves, his voice shaky

“you got flustered when i called you pretty. why?” i asked furrowing my brows and smirking

“ i don’t know it..it just happened?” he replied, still twisting the metal rings around his long fingers

i looked down and noticed this, so i grabbed his hand and asked if he was okay

he shook his head and we continued our conversation, me not even realizing that our hands were now interlocked and our fingers were intertwined with one another.

i got cold while he was talking so i moved closer to him, laying one of my legs over his and moving in closer to his neck, still holding his hand

he was still telling some story but the sudden movement cause him to go silent, and i heard his breath hitch

“ why’d you stop talking? “ i asked looking up at him

he hesitated before speaking “ no reason ..where’s all this coming from?” he giggled, referring to our newfound position

“ i just felt cold. i wanted to feel you. “ i say in a slightly teasing tone, testing my limits to see what he would do.

he stutters over his words, flustered by my sudden boldness and change of mood

i giggle and bury my nose more into his neck causing him to let out the slightest whine

“ shit melanie …watch ..” he grunts before finishing his sentence “ watch what your doing. “

“ what? you hard or something ?” i ask in a joking way, before i noticed matt went completely silent

“ oh you are..oh you are! holy shit” i giggle and look down at his sweatpants to see his buldge poking through his pants

“ fuck off dude “ he laughs and rolls his eyes and puts his arm around me “ still cold?” he asks trying to switch the topic

“ no..but we’re not moving past this ..” i say sitting up “how?”

“i dont know ..you were really close to me?” he sits up with me shrugging his shoulders

i laugh and there’s a moment of silence before i speak up, “can i help you? y’know with..that.” i ask, cause why not. worth a try.

“ you are full of surprises mel. but i mean..if you want…” he answers as if he was unsure

“ matt i don’t care. i WANNA help you ..but it’s up to you” i reply tilting my head

“ go for it then “ he dryly laughs and shrugs his shoulders, sitting up more

i smile and make my way over to matt, straddling him and crashing my lips into his

his hands immediately meet my waist, holding me down right on top of his boner

i let out a small moan as his kisses get lower and eventually meet my neck, leaving hickeys everywhere

i grab the back of his head and grab some of his hair as he continues to mark me up

“ shit “ i say weakly before connecting our lips again

his hands still on my waist before he starts moving me back and forth on top of him

i grind slowly against his hard cock while still kissing him, earning small whines from him.

his hands move farther from my waist to under my shirt, i jerk at the feeling of his cold rings against my skin

i break the kiss taking off my shirt and tossing it to the side

i look back to matt to see him admiring my body and i giggle at the sight

MATTS POV

god she was so perfect. she was wearing a black bra with lace in the middle

it complimented her tits so well, they say perfectly. i never thought this moment would come, yet here i am

truth is i’ve had a small crush on melanie since she first came to camp. then it developed. but i never thought she’d notice me, let alone hookup with me

“ your so perfect. “ i say in awe, mt eyes scanning every inch of her that is currently revealed right in front of me.

just looking at her like this, i could cum right now. but i need to get a grip and please her

END OF MATTS POV

i laughed at his comment before kissing his again and working my way down

i told him to take off his shirt and he obeyed, tossing the shirt right alongside mine

i placed gentle kisses to his stomach, then down to his happy trail “ take these off. “

he lifted his hips in an upward motion to help me slide them off of him, now he was left in his boxers

“ wait “ i stood up and took off my pants just as he did, now i was left in my pink laced underwear

i straddled him again and we started making out, his hands finding their way to my ass

i grinded on him, feeling his hard dick rub against my aching pussy i let out a small moan

i reached my hand in between us and palmed him, kissing him on his neck

“ shit “ he breathed out in a low tone. that was my signal to stop teasing him

i pulled down his boxers and his dick sprung out, hitting his stomach as my eyes widened in shock, he was huge.

“ what?” he says giggling and panting, trying to catch his breath from the previous make out

“jesus matt your huge! what the fuck” i say looking at him then back at his dick

he laughed and i took a deep breath in trying my best to prepare myself, i still couldn’t get over his size.

i grabbed his dick and i heard his breath shutter from the sudden contact

i lean down and look at his pink tip, dripping with precum and his cock buldging because of how hard he was.

i take in only the tip, swirling my tongue around his slit causing him to buck his hips up, already eager for more

i took his tip out of my mouth and sat up, spitting in my hand and began jerking him off

his body instantly reacted to the contact, matt whining and throwing his head back

i leaned back down and took in as much as i could, jerking off whatever i couldn’t fit in my mouth even though it was only like 2 more inches.

i sat up for a second to catch my breath, and i look up at matt to see him with his head thrown back, his face a light pink color

“ matt? you good?” i giggle asking him

“better than good.” he panted and laughed

i leaned back down and licked all the way up his cock before taking in all i could again

i didn’t expect him to do anything until he grabbed a fistful of my hair , pushing himself further into my throat

i gagged repeatedly as he basically just face fucked me, i looked up at him through my lashes and saw him already looking at me.

tears stained my cheeks from the amount of gagging i was doing. “ what, you like how my cock feels in your pretty little mouth?” he said in a dominant, yet whiny tone.

all i could do was hum in response, the action sending vibrations straight to his dick

“ fuck mel ..i’m so close baby your doing so good”

that’s when i took it into my own hands to help him finish faster

even though he had my hair in his hand, i still bobbed my head up and down as fast as i could, causing him grown

the sounds went straight to my core, as i could feel my underwear getting more and more soaked by the second.

i hollowed my cheeks as i swirled my tongue around his tip which sent him over the edge

“ ohh fuck fuck fuck “ he squeezed his eyes shut and bucked up his hips as i felt his warm cum shoot down my throat

i swallowed all of it of course and stuck out my tongue to show him “ good girl “ he praised as he patted my cheek “are you okay?”

“yeah. but now i’m really horny” i huffed, trying to catch my breath

“ you want me to fuck you?” he asks nonchalantly like he wasn’t just face fucking me a second ago

“ please matt “ i tilted my head looking at him

“ cmere. “ he motioned me over with his hand i laid down infront of him, still in my bra and panties

“ take these off for me hm?” i immediately did as told and threw my things to where everything else was

he was now hovering over me and we were making out once again when i felt matt’s hand find its way to my clit

he moved his thumb slowly , adding pressure every second

i moaned into the kiss and i felt him smirk against my lips, my sounds boosting his ego

he placed his other two fingers in between my flaps, running them up and down until he stuck them fully in.

“ shit! “ i yelled due to the pleasure, but i was quick to cover my mouth, remembering the setting we’re in

i moaned into my hand as his fingers moved in and out of my soaking pussy by the second, his rings adding more to the experience.

i felt myself get close and i started to clench around his fingers, which he knew it meant i was about to cum, he all of a sudden removed his fingers as he sucked on them all while looking me in my eyes

he grabbed his dick which was already fully hard again, sliding the tip in between my folds making me wince

“ please matt ..” i choked out, my mind was so clouded i could barley form a full sentence.

“ you ready?” he asked me before i nodded and he shoved himself inside of me, all of him.

i gasped as my mouth fell agape but no sound came out, he leaned down as he thrusted into me leaving kisses on my neck

i dug my nails into his back as i closed my eyes, clinging onto matt for some sort of support

“ fuck mel “ he grunted “ oh shit you feel so good baby” he whined into the crook of my neck

my back arched as i left marks all down matt’s neck as he left marks all over my neck

i paused for a moment and thought about how matt reacted when i had called him prettier earlier, i wondered if he had a praise kink? fuck it let’s see

i flipped us over and he just went with it, not saying anything about it

“ my turn pretty boy “ i joked around, not expecting to earn a reaction from matt

“ oh fuck mel..can you say that again “ he said with eyes closed, his hands on my waist once more

“ why should i?” i teased him and tilted my head

before he could answer i grabbed his chin and forced him to look at me, “ look at me when i’m talking to you”

“s..sorry” he could barley talk. and i liked it.

MATTS POV

i sat there and watched as she fucked herself on my dick like what she called me just now hadn’t driven me insane

the way her tits bounced everytime she would move was perfect. and her dominance was driving me even more crazy.

i loved being dominant, but something about praise and doing as your told when they’re completely destroying you is a different type of satisfaction.

everytime she kissed me, our bare chests would touch as i felt her soft tits rest against my chest

i’ve never been in this much pleasure ever in my life, i didn’t want it to end

END OF MATTS POV

i looked him dead in the eyes as i bounced up and down on his cock, enjoying the faces he was making to try and contain his noises

watching him squirm under me or jolt his hips up whenever he wanted more and i wasn’t going fast enough was everything

pieces of his hair stuck to his forehead because he was sweating and his body felt warm

his eyes were squeezed shut and his eyebrows were furrowed while his mouth was open, he was a whimpering mess

everytime i would slam myself back down onto his dick, it would hit my g-spot perfectly and he fit so well.

“ your doing so good, fuck your dick is big baby“ i praised as i threw my head back, the sentence earning small moans from him

i felt his cock twitch inside me and that’s when i knew he was close, he muttered out a weak sentence

“ im ..im close” he whined as he looked at me with pleading eyes, waiting for my approval

“ go ahead baby. fill me up” i spoke as i leaned down to kiss him on his neck, while his thrusts grew sloppier by the second

he looked at me before connecting our lips, when i felt his load inside me causing him to moan into the kiss as he jolted his hips forward, now he was in as deep as possible and i loved it

“ you okay?” i asked looking at him, smirking slightly

all he could do was nod his head. slut.

i knew i was close to my release, even though he had just finished and he would be sensitive, he can take it.

i continued my motions, moving up and down along his newly sensitive dick as he whined from the overstimulation

“ fuck melanie i cant..” he looked at me

“ yes you can, and you will.” i looked back at him through the strands of hair that had fallen

he nodded and tried his best to thrust harder but i spoke up, “ no i got it. let me do this for you” i said out of breath

he smiled and relaxed himself as he held my waist

the knot in my stomach was building up and i was about to cum

“ mel “ he spoke in between breaths “ im almost there “ he looked at me with guilt because of how fast he was about to finish

“it’s okay baby im there to, cum with me” i leaned down to kiss him as he came inside me for a second time

the knot in my stomach snapped as i slowed down on his dick, i moaned and had to catch my breath as i checked to see if he was good

i stood up as he pulled out slowly, grabbing his boxers and changing while he admired me as i changed back into my clothes

he sat down as he waited for me to finish changing, resting his head on his hand

“ your fucking beautiful mel “ he said while his eyes scanned my body “and i wanna see you again“ he continued

i giggled and turned around while pulling up my pants, “thanks pretty boy” i sarcastically joked

his face flushed a light pink color making me chuckle before i finished my sentence

“ on a serious note though, i wanna see you again to. i like you” i said while making my way over to matt

“ i like you to” he smiled and wrapped his arm around me as i sat down next to him, leaning my head on his shoulder

summer camp isn’t total shit i guess .

a/n - i lowkey got lazy w this at the end but wtv 🌚. leave suggestions and lmk what yall wanna see next

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Settling In

*Request*

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

A/N: Okay so I'm reposting this because I found out that the person who requested it was a minor and I don't play that shit on my blog. I am only for adults. So if you liked the old post, that one is gone now. All characters are aged up.

Pairing: Ao'nung x Fem!Sully!Reader

Warnings: Teasing, Smut, P in V, Rut Cycle, Breeding Kink, Choking, Creampie, Binding, Marking, Scenting, Blood, Belly Bulge, I think that's everything.

Word Count: 3.2k

Summary: Ao'nung has teased you relentlessly since your family came here. What happens when you stumble across him in the midst of his rut?

This felt like some kind of living nightmare. You and your family having to flee your home in the forest and come to the sea. Uprooting your entire lives, leaving everything you knew, forgetting who you were, and coming to start from scratch. The Metkayina way of life was beautiful and their village is wonderful in its own way, but it still doesn’t feel like home. Not even close. The one good thing that’s come out of this whole thing was meeting Tsireya. She’s been a welcome comfort for you and your siblings while you adjust to your new lives here.

She’s warm and bright and patient. It makes you wonder how someone so radiant could ever be related to someone like Ao’nung. Just the taste of his name in your mouth was enough to make you scrunch your face in annoyance. He was always just a pain to everyone, but a lot of times it felt like he put extra effort into tormenting you as Neteyam’s 5-fingered twin. The way your dad explained it, apparently twins are a human thing that can happen sometimes. The na’vi aren’t really familiar with the concept since it doesn’t occur naturally for them, but here you stood. The exception to the rule. And Ao’nung never let you hear the end of it.

Over the months, you learned to ignore him and tune out his endless teasing. Occasionally, when he would get tired of being ignored, he knew which buttons to press to get a response from you. Today was one of those days.

You sat out on the beach with Tsireya and Tuk and your mood sours when you notice Ao’nung walking your way. “Tuk, how about you go feed some of the ilu with Tsireya?” you suggested to her. You can tell what kind of mood he’s in from the mischievous glint in his eye. Her face lit up with pure joy.

“Can we?” she says to Tsireya.

“Of course. Come with me.” She holds her hand out for Tuk to take and you watch as she happily trails behind her into the water. The sight is enough to momentarily warm your heart before you have to harden yourself to deal with Ao’nung.

“Oh, am I not invited to join the party?” he drips sarcasm.

“I don’t need her getting caught up in your bullshit.”

He shrugs his shoulders and holds up his hands, “I wouldn’t mess with her. As far as I can see, she’s the only one of you that seems like a true na’vi.” You set your jaw and take a deep breath trying to center yourself.

“I mean the whole lot of you came out weird. Especially you. She wasn’t born with a weird extra finger or a spare copy. That child is more na’vi than you will ever be.”

He hit that button. You snap and hiss at him in warning. He’s unphased staring back at you with an amused smirk. He found it adorable to watch you get so worked up. And he loved being the one to get you worked up. “Fuck off” you snap at him before walking the other way towards the water with Tsireya and Tuk. Ao’nung turns on his heels and walks away feeling satisfied.

“I swear, Tsireya, I cannot understand for the life of me how you can be related to that!” you gesture back towards the shore at Ao’nung’s retreating figure.

“I know my brother can be a lot. He only teases because he thinks you are pretty.”

You roll your eyes, “That has to be the dumbest thing ever.” She giggles a little, “I never said he was smart, but it is the truth. Why do you think he’s always going out of his way to find you all the time?”

Tuk looks up at you, “Is Ao’nung going to be your boyfriend?”

You fake gag at her question, “Absolutely not Tuk Tuk. Now, show me how well you feed the ilu.”

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Later on at dinner with the village, you sit with your family while they all talk amongst themselves. You’re not really paying attention to the conversation since you’re still a little agitated. Your eyes scan over all the people surrounding you and how happy they all look and wonder if eventually you’ll find that same kind of happiness. Or at least something close to it.

Rolling over the people, your eyes are met with a pair staring back. Ao’nung watches you from the other side of the bonfire. His face is serious and his breathing is heavy enough for you to see the dramatic rise and fall of his shoulders from here. What’s his problem? If anybody should be staring someone down, it was you. A nudge to your arm brings your attention back to your family. Neteyam is next to you giving you a questioning look. “It’s nothing ‘Teyam.”

“I think you forget, we have known each other since before we were brought into this world. I know you well enough to know that it is not nothing.” It was true. Neteyam knew you better than anyone. Whether that was because of him being your twin or because he took his role as the oldest so seriously, who knows. Most of the time, you’re actually pretty grateful that Neteyam could understand you so easily.

“Tsireya said something earlier and it messed with my head.”

“What did she say?” he scoots closer to you so that your conversation can be kept between you two instead of the whole family.

“She said…she said that Ao’nung thinks I’m pretty or something and that’s why he’s always teasing.” “Well duh. As much as I hate to say it, it is pretty obvious that he has a thing for you. And you’re not so innocent in all of this either.”

“’Teyam!” you are taken back by such an offensive suggestion. First Tsireya and now your own brother?

“You might not notice, but I do. Yes, he’s always picking at you, but you love this little game that you two play. It’s nauseating.” His tone is teasing, but he means it.

Ridiculous. How could you ever want someone like that? Your head turns to look back over at him, but he’s gone. You look around between the seemingly endless sea of people and can’t find a single sign of him. That’s weird, but you’re glad that maybe now you could continue on with your meal without eyes burning into the side of your face.

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Looking around your marui, the rest of your family is peacefully sleeping. You had no idea how they did it. You couldn’t stop your mind from constantly analyzing all the ways that this place was so different from home and that thought literally kept you up at night. It had become something of a routine for you to sneak out on nights like this after everyone else was asleep. You’d tiptoe out of the pod and wander out into the forest by the beach.

It was nice here. It was the one thing here that reminded you of home. The plants and fruits were different, but the atmosphere was similar enough to give you some comfort. In particular, there was one large tree that you would visit most nights. You’d climb and sit on one of the giant outstretched branches and just listen to the sounds of the night.

This is everything right here. This is what helps you feel like you can finally breathe. At least, until you hear a scream in the distance. Immediately, your instincts put you on high alert. You stand from your spot on the branch with your knife in hand and look around as far out as you can see. A faint orange glow catches your eye from the mouth of a cave not far from you. That’s odd. Who else would be out here at this time? And why do they sound like they’re in pain?

You know that it’s probably not the smart thing to go investigate, but you’d also never forgive yourself if someone got hurt and you could’ve prevented it. You climb down and make your way through the forest towards the light you saw.

The closer you get, the more you can start to smell something in the air. It reminds you of fresh rain on tree bark. It’s almost sweet. You follow the scent to the opening of the cave, “Hello? Do you need help in there?” Your voice echoes around the inside of the cave and you’re only met with groans of pain for a response. “I’m coming in!” You grip the handle of your knife a little tighter before taking a step in. The glow grows brighter and finally a small fire comes into your vision.

You were already on edge, but the next thing you saw was what fully threw you off balance. It was Ao’nung. He was sweating so much you thought he might dehydrate himself, his hands were bound behind his back, and he was writhing around in pain. “Ao’nung?” His eyes snap to you and he looks completely different. Instead of his usual sea blue color, his eyes looked a deep purple.

“What are you doing here?” he’s out of breath trying to get the words out.

“I heard you yelling from almost a mile away, I thought somebody needed help. Believe me, I wouldn’t have wasted my time if I knew it was just you.” You cross your arms and shift your weight to one foot and his eyes watch the swing of your hips intently. He sucks in a sharp breath and doubles over. Your eyebrows knit together trying to understand what’s happening. “What is your deal?” You catch sight of a bulge poking through his loincloth and finally the last piece slots into place. “Oh shit…it’s your rut.”

He just nods his head since his mouth is too busy salivating.

Now it makes sense. The weird way he was behaving during dinner, the sweet smell in the air, and the hungry look on his face.

“Well, shouldn’t you be at home? I mean why the hell are you all the way out here like this?”

He shakes his head. “Too much…Need to stay away…”

Your chest tightens with a pang of sympathy for him. You’ve gone through many heat cycles without relief and it is excruciating. The suffering is unmatched. There’s only one thing that truly takes the pain away.

“This is crazy. I’m cutting you out of these.” You start to move towards him, but he tries to shuffle away from you.

“I don’t think you get it. If you cut me out of these binds, I won’t be able to stop myself. So don’t do it unless you’re ready to deal with what comes after.”

“I’m a big girl, Ao’nung. You think I don’t know what I’m doing?” you roll your eyes at him and move towards him again. “I mean it. This is the last warning I’ll be able to give you.” His tone is serious and his eyes are focused. But you don’t falter. You swallow down your nerves and continue forward. “Just shut up and let me do this, okay? Before I change my mind.” You crouch in front of him and reach around to his wrists. “Honestly, I don’t know why I’m even helping you. You’ve been nothing but a pain in my ass since I got here. But luckily for you, I’m feeling generous.”

You saw away at his bindings and your chest presses into his face. He inhales your scent and his hips twitch searching for something to grind against.

Before you cut all the way through, you pull back and look him in the face. His face tries to chase after your chest, but his restraints keep him in place. “This is the one and only time I’m helping your ass. Got it?” He can’t even bring his eyes up to yours when he nods his head. You tsk at yourself for getting mixed up in this mess, but there’s no turning back after your knife cuts through his ties.

His arms immediately fold around your waist and pull you into his lap so that you’re straddling him. He buries his face deeper into your chest breathing you in. “Chill the fuck out. Your scent is going to get all over me.” You try to crane your neck back, but a strong hand grips your throat and pulls you back forward.

“That’s kind of the fucking point.” His voice is a dark growl against your skin. His tongue drags a long stripe from the middle of your chest up to your collarbone and even further up to your ear. Your breath grows shaky. “You talk so much shit, but look at how your body reacts to me.”

“Shut up.” Your voice comes out more desperate than you mean for it to. He was right and you hated that fact most of all.

He’s growing impatient when his hands hold your hips and start grinding you into him. You let his hands guide you to where it feels best for him. His bulge presses against your clit with every drag.

He kisses and sucks on your neck and you just know he’s going to leave a mark. “Don’t…everybody will know…”

He only chuckles at your pathetic plea, “Everybody will know when you’re walking around carrying my baby.” He pushes his hips up against you and he can feel how you’re soaking through your own loincloth and his too. The waiting finally gets to be more than he can bear and he pulls his tewng to the side to finally free his impossibly hard dick. You feel yourself desperately clench around nothing. He pulls yours to the side and he lines himself up with your begging hole. You take a big breath to brace yourself, but you were not prepared for him to slam you down onto him in one swift motion and you scream out in surprise.

“Fuuuck…” he groans out feeling the way your walls frantically squeeze around him. You’re given no time to adjust before he’s lifting your hips up and down on his own.

It’s too much. It’s like he’s tickling the bottom of your ribs. When you finally take a real breath, all that comes out is a filthy moan. Looking down, you can see the imprint of his tip poking through your skin right at your navel. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever seen.

“Haah…fuck…Ao’nung…”

Ao’nung needs more. More friction, more of your sweet noises, more everything. That’s all his mind can think of right now. Just how much he needs you right now. He lays you down on the floor of the cave to give himself better access to pound into you.

His eyes are burning into your face and the eye contact is too much for you. It’s too embarrassing. You turn your head to find something else to look at, but he won’t have that. His fingers grip your jaw and turn your face back towards him. “Look at me. Take it.” He emphasizes his point by tightening his hold on your throat. Between his merciless thrusting, the intense eye contact, and his fingers around your throat, you can feel your orgasm quickly approaching. It makes you feel lightheaded and even as your vision starts to blur, you never move your eyes from his face.

Just before your consciousness slips away, he releases his hold on your neck and moves his hands down to massage your breasts. He nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck and bathes you in his scent to mark you even further. His teeth sink into your skin deep enough to draw blood. He goes mad at the taste of your blood spilling onto his tongue.

“Oh, I’ve always wanted to fuck this perfect little body. Just watch you take it over and over. Fuck, I want to give you a baby.”

Was this just his rut talking? Or did he actually mean it? You couldn’t be sure anymore.

His pace gets faster and his groans get louder. “Fuck, I’m gonna fill this little pussy up.” His grip on your body is so tight, the veins in his arm are bulging out.

“Ah! Ao’nung! Yes!” your head falls back and your legs shake as you fall into your release. The way you clamp down around his dick pushes him over the edge and thick ropes of white spill over into your womb. It feels like fire in your veins, but it’s addicting.

Ao’nung keeps thrusting into you languidly trying to ensure he fucks as much cum back into you as he can.

He collapses on top of your heaving chest with closed eyes and you stare down at his face to try and check his condition. When he looks back at you, you breathe a sigh of relief seeing his normal blue shade. Never did you think you’d actually be happy to see Ao’nung in any circumstance.

“You okay?” you ask cautiously. He nods still catching his breath. “Great…You wanna get out of me now?”

“Oh, right.” He lifts himself up and pulls out of you and a primal part of his brain is pleased to see that none of his seed spilled out of you.

You stand to fix your clothing and hair. “So, you can go home now, right?”

He scoffs a bit more to himself than at you, “My ruts last 3 days. I am fine for now, but there’s no telling how long it’ll last for. I have to stay here until I’m out of it.”

All the nerves in your body come alive with…something you can’t readily identify right now. “Oh…I see…”

“So you’ll know where to find me if you’re ever feeling generous again.” He winks at you and you know that your face is flushed.

“You wish, fish boy.” And with that, you turn and leave back to your home. Thankfully, it’s still hours away from sunrise so everyone is still asleep. You stealthily slip back into your marui, but of course one person’s ears perk up.

“What are you doing?” Neteyam whispers to you. Shit.

“Nothing.”

“Why do you smell like that?” he asks. Shit shit shit.

“Don’t worry about it, ‘Teyam. Just go back to sleep.” You lay down and hope that will be the end of it. Neteyam knows better, but he’s far too tired to go back and forth with you about it right now in the middle of the night.

You finally get the best night of sleep you’ve had since coming here.

…

The next morning, you all have the day off of training so you get to hang around at home instead. You sit on the edge with your feet hanging over into the water. Jake comes and sits next to you, “You okay, baby girl?”

You smile softly to yourself at the nickname. You loved it, but you also felt like you were getting a bit old for it. “I’m okay, dad. I’m just still getting used to it here.” He nods in understanding. “But I think I’m starting to settle in.”

#avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar fic #awow #avatar smut #aonung x fem!reader #aoung x reader #aonung imagine #aoung smut #aonung #ao'nung fic #aged up ao'nung #ao'nung #awow smut

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banquetwriter · 1 month

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୨୧ invisible scars ୨୧

this was the request sent via DM: 1.fluff

2. Johnnie Guilbert

Hey! I love your writing and I was hoping if you could do one about Johnnie Guilbert x reader where the reader has hyperesthesia and they are feeling sad because of how people don't understand her and take her condition seriously and Johnnie comforts her? It would mean a lot to me since I have struggled with hyperesthesia. Thank you for your time! xx @tacuuuu

pairing: Johnnie Guilbert ♡︎ Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡ Jake being a dick lol, mentions of pain, reader being sad

summary: ʚ Johnnie defends your invisible illness ʚ

Words: 950

An: so sorry I have been sucking lately I'm literally dying lol, also there is very little online for hyperesthesia so I did my very best haha 🖤

Your whole body was riddled with the feeling of pins and needles. It was numb with pain, the occasional burning sensation coming in waves across your body. It was the third and last day of Coachella weekend two, and your body was wrecked.

You had more caffeine and boos than your body could handle. It was about 2:30 and it was time to start getting ready and pregame. Your muscles felt like they were guitar strings that had been played too much.

You took a deep sigh tightening the snuggly soft blanket you had wrapped yourself in. You sat not listening to the conversations around you. “Y/n!!” Tara shrieked looking at you. You reluctantly moved your head up to look at her. She was halfway done with her makeup already and had her hands placed on her hips.

“I'm sorry Tara but I'm probably not going to go tonight. I will just crash into Airbnb,” you mumbled with a sorry expression. “Y/nnnnn!” she whined, turning around to keep getting ready. “I know I know, I’m sorry Tara.” you apologized flopping back on the couch.

Suddenly you heard the door open, you peeked out of your blanket to see Jake and Johnie walking through the door. A small part of you was so relieved to see Johnnie. You knew he would understand like he always does.

He is always there for you, his touch seemingly a remedy for your pain. You sit up and pout watching Johnnie move his way to you. Jake opens the fridge and pulls out a drink. “Hey, sweetheart,” Johnnie mumbles, wrapping his arms around you.

You sink into his touch, feeling your nervous system calm down. “Bad pain day?” he asks as you close your eyes. You take a deep breath milking this moment in. “Yeah, not sure what brought it on,” you mumbled, Johnnie kissed your forehead humming against your skin.

You opened your eyes and smiled at your boyfriend. You took in his outfit. God, he looked so damn fine. “Shit, you're looking like a smoke show,” you remark, eyeing him up and down. He rolls his eyes with a grin.

Jake walks over to the two of you while wiggling his hips back and forth. “You two crazy cats ready to have one hell of a last day?” he asks while taking a sip from his drink. “Oh, I'm not going anymore,” Johnnie says nonchalantly. Both you and Jake snap your heads towards him.

“No way Jose!” Jake says, putting his hand on his chest in shock. “What?” you ask, pulling away from Johnnie’s arms slightly. “You're in pain. You need to be taken care of today. I'm not just gonna leave you.” he said, meeting your eyes.

“Nuh-uh, you're joining us!” Jake yelled out looking at Johnnie. “Johnnie, don't ditch them!” you whisper screamed. “Y/n you're having a bad day I'm gonna be here for you,” he promised.

Your heart swelled with adoration at his words, an equal part of guilt. Your worst fear was coming true. You were dragging others down with your disability. “Dude y/n says it's fine! Just come get drunk.” Jake says encouragingly.

“No dude,” Johnnie says calmly, just shaking his head. You felt a little awkward sitting there now. You had never ever wanted to make other people suffer from what you go through. Your heart clenched with anxiety.

“Jesus Johnnie it's not even that bad. Y/n still does stuff all the time! They went on a run the other day!” Jake moaned dramatically, bending his knees for emphasis. You cringed at his words. While it was true some days you had energy others you certainly did not and this was one of those days.

Before you could defend yourself Johnnie was quick to step up. “Dude that's not how it fucking works. Not everyone's issues are visible, you know that. They are at real risk with their blood pressure being so high. So no I'm not going I'm going to stay and take care of my girlfriend ok?” Johnnie says, his eyes open wide with anger.

Jake had looked like a kicked puppy. He looked over at you with a small sad smile. You had almost forgotten you were there for a second, finding it hard to believe anyone as incredible as Johnnie would defend you like that.

“Hey um, I'm sorry y/n I swear I didn't mean it like that. It's totally ok if you need rest some days, I was being a little bit of an idiot.” Jake sheepishly admits. You open your mouth to speak but no sound comes out. You shoot a quick glance at Johnnie before you look back at Jake.

You take a deep sigh before calming him down. “Don't worry man. If I could change it I would,” you mutter before standing up and making your way to your ‘bedroom’.

You sink into your bed, no longer feeling the comforting touch of Johnnie. And thankfully it wasn't long before he walked into the room. You didn't turn to look at him at all, you just let him walk over to the bed.

You hear shuffling for a minute before the bed dips down with his weight. His arms wrap around your torso pulling you into him. You let your eyes close as his comfort slowly dulls the numbness in your body.

“Thank you,” you mumble against the pillow. “Of course,” he says softly. “You will never be too sick for me. I'm always right here,” he mumbled a second later. Neither of you moved, but you could swear when you were having a better you would tell him how greatful you were.

#jake and johnnie #johnnie guilbert #johnnie guilbert fluff #johnnie guilbert x reader #johnnie guilbert x you #johnnie x you #johnnie guilbert angst #johnnie x reader

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yjhariani · 1 year

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Stealth Mission

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley X GN!Reader Word count: 1100± Warning: Profanity Summary: Annoying your husband in any way possible.

A/N: Still fixated on the idea of crossovering CoD and RE because. Maybe I should branch out and make the reader a part of SCP Foundation MTF.

Ever since you married Simon, you made it your objective to annoy him in any loving way possible. One of the ways to do so, you titled Stealth Mission. Not only because it required stealth, it would end up mostly redacted in the history book of your marriage.

The way you saw it was that both your work was so harsh and full of darkness that you two needed at least occasional light in between. So, you started it.

For example; Simon was getting ready to go to the gym. You scouted the area around his duffle bag. Once making sure that Simon was away from the area and that the area was clear (sometimes you bait him by putting his phone somewhere inside the house and calling it so he went to get it), you made your way in towards the duffle bag.

Eyes on and sharp, you went through his bag. You took out his shirt that was black in colour and replaced it with the package; a bright, pastel pink cropped shirt or a bright yellow tank top, maybe a neon green water bottle or red towel with hearts and flowers or cute little cats or puppies on it.

You tucked it inside the bag, made sure that it was hidden. Once the package was delivered, you RTB (Return to Base—wherever the hell Simon was not).

A few minutes later, Simon left. In a few hours, he returned home to you waiting for him in the living room with your camera opened. He was wearing the package. Usually, you managed to take a couple of snaps before Simon looked at you disapprovingly.

Mission complete.

Another example; you waited until Simon fell asleep. Once he did, you very carefully removed yourself from the bed. You had direct intel that Simon’s phone was located on the nightstand. You located it precisely where he would usually put it.

You made your way to the other side very quietly and very stealthily. You stayed prone on the ground, but not after getting the target—Simon’s phone.

With a little bit of tech forgery, you unlocked the phone (in actuality, he made sure you could unlock his phone with a fingerprint or even your face as well as giving you the passcode). You connected the phone to a pair of earbuds that you had prepared to ensure that there would be no loud noises accidentally echoing.

From there, you downloaded the most obnoxious song—maybe Crazy Frog or Barbie Girl. Afterwards, you set his alarm with said downloaded song before making sure to disconnect the earbuds from the phone. Following that, you returned the phone to where it was before returning yourself stealthily to your side of the bed.

The next morning, you two were woken up by the most ridiculous song ever. You started the day with Simon calling you little shit.

Mission complete.

If you were not feeling too lazy, after making sure Simon could not catch you doing it, you would intentionally make an effort to pull a chair and put a lot of things on the higher shelves, just out of your reach. Every time you called for him to help you get them it would annoy him because you could simply pull a chair or something.

However, sometimes he was feeling generous and picked you up, letting you take whatever you were reaching for with your own hands. Simon rarely put you down immediately and you two ended up at least making out.

Another mission complete?

One time, you did the same thing throughout the whole week you two were home. You kept asking Simon if he had seen something that was in plain sight.

“Simon, did you see my phone?” you asked whilst holding your phone.

“In your hand, love,” Simon said.

Sometime later, you asked him, “Simon, have you seen that mug I just bought for you?” as you handed him said mug with tea that you brewed for him.

“You’re taking the piss?” Simon replied.

The next day, you just finished showering with only a towel on you and walked to where Simon was, asking, “Simon, I can’t find my towel.”

“Don’t make me rip it off you,” Simon warned.

At some point, you were doing laundry. You held the laundry basket in one hand and shouted Simon’s name.

“Everything alright, darling?” Simon asked.

“I brought the hamper here earlier, I don’t remember where I put it,” you answered.

A little frustrated, Simon was about to say something a little mean, but decided not to. Instead, he put up a finger.

“No,” he said. “I’m not doing this.”

The last one at the end of the week happened while he was lounging in the living room. You walked over, looking under the table, under the pillow, in between the seats.

Simon, at this point, knew what you were doing. He was about to ignore you, but he did not find it in his heart to do so.

“What are you looking for this time?” Simon sighed.

“I’m looking for my husband,” you stated.

There was a second passing of Simon furrowing his eyebrows before he stood up.

Uh-oh.

“Get over here,” Simon requested.

“Why?” you asked, holding back a laugh.

“Just get over here,” Simon replied and started walking towards you.

You stepped aside, around the table.

After another pause where the two of you were mapping the living room and tried to guess each other’s net move, Simon started literally chasing you around the living room. It got weird pretty quickly.

You rolled on the ground to avoid him and Simon started calculating his movement.

Hollowing your hand in front of your mouth, you said, “This is Y/N to HQ, requesting immediate backup.”

“You’re fucking kidding me,” you heard Simon muttered as he continued to chase you around the living room.

“Eyes on armed tango in the up right,” you continued. “Fucking beefy, fucking scary, and fucking handsome.”

“Y/N, stop this!” Simon insisted, but you started to see him smiling a little bit.

Grinning, you tried to make your way out of the living room, getting chased by Simon before getting tackled by him onto the sofa.

“Contact! I’m hit!” you announced. “Going dark!”

“Going dark?” Simon repeated, half chuckling.

“I don’t know why I said that,” you chuckled.

Simon only looked at you for a moment, a thin smile bloomed on his face.

“Remind me why we’re married again?” Simon said.

“Oh, we got our wages raised if we’re married and I got a house,” you said.

“Right,” Simon nodded.

“I also seem to remember that you said that I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to you,” you teased.

“I’m changing my mind just this second,” Simon said.

“And you still love me anyway. How’s that making sense?” you replied.

Instead of answering that, Simon started kissing you.

Mission complete.

Again, these missions would end up being redacted in the history book of your marriage and the only people who would know about these missions were the people involved; you and him.

However, next time, though, you might have to buy some Nerf guns.

#simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost #ghost x reader #mind dump

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mayhemcj · 2 years

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Steve Harrington x Tall, Intimidating Male Reader

Anonymous asked:

Steve Harrington x boyfriend male reader who is super stoic and quiet and TALL and BEEFY, but around Steve he manages to smile and laugh and b all cute? :) everyone misjudges him and thinks he’s all scary n shit but Steve is all 💞💕💝💝💗💓”nooo he’s my teddy bear”

A.N.- Am I finally back? I might be, don’t hold it against me. I know it’s been forever so if you’ve stuck it through and you still follow me, you’re a real one and I love you. If you’re just passing by that’s okay too, check out my masterlist if you’d like. Love you guys, and I hope you enjoy :)

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You met Steve through Dustin, which isn't surprising

Dustin basically made you his 3rd parental figure because he saw right through the ‘tough’ facade like he did Steve and Eddie

Steve didn’t necessarily avoid you before Dustin introduced you two, but he certainly didn’t make an effort to talk to you or look you in the eye for too long

He really did find you charming and ~mysterious~ in a weird way, even if you didn’t talk much

(He wouldn’t admit that he told Dustin he was spooked by you, even if Dustin told you anyways)

Once he saw how good you were with Dustin, it didn’t take him long to develop feelings in the midst of taking care of Dustin and occasionally the other kids together

It did take him a little bit to get a good conversation out of you, coughing awkwardly when he asked a question and you gave a simple answer, and he was put off by your resting face for a while

When you two got together, he quickly found out how sweet and cuddly you actually were, and how lovely your smile was when you laughed at his stupid jokes

He always made an effort to make you laugh or smile, or to simply charm you, even if it made him look stupid

He always always looks up at you with that goofy smile and waits for your reaction

It doesn’t matter how much taller than him you are, he will put his arm around your waist when you stand next to each other

It’s okay though cause you usually rested your hand on his back or your arm on his shoulders (and maybe on his head if he was being annoying, and yes he scolded you for it)

ABSOLUTELY mom/dad dynamic with all the kids

Steve being the scolder (lovingly, of course) and you typically giving in to whatever the kids wanted to do (as long as it was safe, of course)

Max sometimes jokes about liking you better than Steve (liar, she likes you both) only because you’re less strict

”We were their age once, too, Steve”, that was your motto

Pet names like ‘Honey’, ‘Sweetheart’, ‘Babe’ were thrown around a LOT between you two

Honestly, with the kids, it didn’t take you two long to just act like a married couple

Steve is nearly always little spoon, don’t tell anyone though

(You told Dustin, he said “I knew it.” and snapped his fingers. You’re unsure how many of the others now.)

You enjoyed picking up Steve when you hugged, just to hear him yelp when his feet no longer touched the floor

The kids enjoy bombarding you and half of them just jumping on you, just for you to scramble to hold them all

They also enjoy how you keep some of the bullies off of them and some of the rest of the party, but there was only so much you could do since you’re graduated

Sometimes you enjoyed picking them up from school to watch the bullies back off when they saw you

(So sorry about all the kids’ headcanons, but honestly they’re included with Steve one way or another, let’s be realistic)

Steve likes to pretend he’s just as intimidating, but really all you need to do is stand there while he scolds whomever may be misbehaving that day

(most of the kids see right through you so it does Not work on them typically, especially Dustin and Max. You are okay with this.)

For how much he talks, you two are the perfect match. You just sit and listen to his rants.

ESPECIALLY when he’s driving, he just seems to spill all his thoughts without even thinking, and you just nod along and ask questions every once and a while

You enjoy every second of it. Sometimes you get caught sending hearteyes his way and Steve goes "What?", and you shake your head and tell him to continue

He LOVES borrowing your tshirts and hoodies/sweatshirts when he spends the night, just to sleep in because of how big and soft they are

Hugs you just to hold you there, his head either right in your neck or in your chest

Goes on his tiptoes to kiss you, forgets at some point and is laughed at by the party and he goes bright red

He’s quiet as you leave them at Will’s house and you speak up

“I think it’s cute when you do that.”

“Shut up.”

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#steve harrington x male reader #steve harrington x male!reader #stranger things x male reader #male reader

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jungk0oksthighs · 2 years

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Stay With Me | Communication

exhusband!jungkook, singleparent!jungkook, E2L, fluff, angst, smut

Word Count - 3.2k

It's time to tell Seol that his parents are back together. Warnings: swearing, heavy(ish) angst, serious dad jk, also unserious dad jk

SERIES COLLECTION

At ten weeks pregnant with twins it’s getting harder and harder to find clothes that fit. Your dresses are tight, jeans are you worst enemy and you’ve been living in sweatpants for weeks. Working from home as much as you can to battle the endless nausea and vomiting.

Today is a work day like no other, as an art dealer you’ve been corresponding to emails from clients and artists between trips to the bathroom. To say you feel like shit would be an understatement – you have zero energy, multiple pregnancies are no joke.

The Jeon twins are the size of strawberries this week.

Seol is at school thankfully, though he’s recently grown suspicious of your behaviour and sickness and sudden desire to wear only comfy clothes. Jungkook has been coming over for dinner a lot too which has sparked occasional curious questions from your son. But all of that ends tonight.

Because tonight is the night you and Jungkook are going to tell Seol everything.

It took your ex-husband a lot of convincing on his part, but you’ve come to the agreement that things would be better for you both if he moved back into your home. Having HG is only one factor in the situation but even you can’t deny the diagnosis is taking a toll on you. Some days your head hurts so much that even just opening your eyes is a challenge, you could do with the extra help around the house.

Fear and dread only amplifies your nausea, you have no idea how Seol is going to react to the news since it’s a lot for a twelve year old to take in. Which may be the reason it was decided to tell him today. Your birthday. Another birthday you can’t drink alcohol for, another birthday pregnant. Thirteen years ago today you were in this exact situation when Seol refused to make an appearance before his due date. To be frank, being pregnant on your birthday sucks.

“Mom? Mom wake up…” Seol’s voice disturbs your slumber on the sofa, you must’ve dozed off here a couple of hours ago. You’re still wearing grey sweatpants and a lilac hoodie, despite the fact you wanted to change before he came home from school and Jungkook came over.

“Y/N are you okay?” Jungkook stands in the doorway suited up in his work attire, wearing concerned features that mirror your sons. Sometimes you forget how alike they look, until they’re both standing before you doe-eyed and borderline identical.

“Hey…” You sit up with a coy smile, slightly embarrassed. “Sorry I must’ve fallen asleep…”

Seol is still dressed in his school uniform so you know he’s only just made it through the door, Jungkook probably picked him up and came straight here from work. It’s when you’re rubbing the sleep from your eyes that you remember it’s your birthday, Seol’s holding a huge bouquet of roses and a frown. “You’re always tired recently…”

You sigh, grinning when you stand and take the flowers from your son, “I know… Are these for me?”

“Yeah! Dad said you like roses but I wasn’t sure.”

“I do like roses, thank you.” Your sleepy gaze lands on Jungkook, who’s taking his suit jacket off by the door with a knowing smile tugging the corners of his lips.

“Any time. Happy birthday Y/N.”

All three of you make your way into the dining room, you’re planning to put the roses in a vase but the only one big enough is at the very top of the shelf and you can’t possibly reach all the way up there. Thankfully Kook notices you struggling and easily grabs the vase, taking the flowers from you before planting them into the decorative glassware. You’re smiling, he’s smiling, and Seol catches you in the act.

Your son awkwardly clears his throat, ruffling the back of his dark hair, “Umm… Mom… Can I ask you something?”

Both you and his father snap your attention to him, wide-eyed and panicked.

“What’s wrong sweetie?” Your voice comes out smooth and honeyed all while you prepare yourself for emotional destruction. He knows. You know he knows because he can’t look you or Jungkook in the eye, instead his own stare is trained to the flowers now sitting proudly in the centre of the wooden dining table.

“Why did you invite dad over for dinner on your birthday? I thought your birthday dinner was just for us... It’s been like that since you broke up.” His words hit you like an knife to the heart, as does the way Jungkook’s big body deflates with something akin to disappointment when he nervously bites at the cuticle around his thumb.

“Seol…” You attempt to gather your thoughts, heart racing when you gesture for everybody to sit down. While Kook takes his usual spot at the top of the dining table Seol doesn’t move, he stays standing in the doorway anxiously gnawing his lower lip which only breaks your heart more.

“Your father and I… Well…” On queue Jungkook holds his hand out for you to take, and you do, but you feel less than comforted by the gesture when Seol inhales sharply as soon as he catches sight of it. Did he just gasp?

“We’ve been dating for a few months now, I’m sorry we didn’t tell—”

Your son cuts you off with a bright grin, “You’re what?!”

“We're back together son... And if you’re okay with it…” Jungkook tugs you onto his lap until you’re sitting on his thigh, but surprisingly Seol doesn’t grimace or look uncomfortable in any way shape or form. In fact his smile widens when he buries his hands into his trouser pockets. “I’m going to move back in with you guys. Only if you’re okay with it though.”

“Yes! Yes that’s okay! Oh my god mom I was so nervous I had my suspicions but I didn’t want to get my hopes up, is this for real?! Are you gonna get married again?! Can I come to the wedding this time?!?!” Your chest swells and tightens all at once with something only to be described as love and delight. It’s not long before Seol is standing in front of you both with an arm round each of you, head nestled between his parents with a sentimental beaming grin.

You’re overly emotional, hormonal, happy, one year older, and everything hits you at once. You’re trying to blink through the tears but it’s no use, your cheeks are stained with worn mascara yet ache from smiling.

“If we get married again of course you can come.” Kook chuckles, planting a happy kiss to his son’s head. “It’s not like we didn’t invite you last time kid you just didn’t exist yet.” He laughs.

You sniffle, mirroring Jungkook’s kiss to the other side of Seol’s head, “Seol... Sweetie I need you to sit down for a sec, okay?”

“Why are you crying? Aren’t you happy?” He asks innocently.

You nod, messily wiping away your tears with the hoodie sleeve, “Of course I’m happy, but your father and I have something to tell you.”

He sits on the chair next to you with a big dumb grin and sparkly eyes, “You’re not pregnant are you?”

Your heart sinks and Jungkook squeezes your middle extra tight. There’s a tense and noticeable shift in atmosphere that Seol picks up on immediately. His doe-eyes are animatedly round and wide, smile fading, head shaking from left to right slowly.

“No… Mom.” He says quietly, nervously flicking his gaze between you and his father. “You’re not… Are you pregnant?”

From behind you Jungkook clears his throat somewhat uncomfortably, his voice is low and cautious when the words slip from his mouth. “Yeah. We’re pregnant Seol, almost three months pregnant. So you’re going to be a big brother soon.”

You can’t peel your stare away from your son, your heart shattering into tens of millions of tiny pieces when you see him swallow as he digests the information. He looks disappointed, he looks hurt, maybe even a little offended or jealous. It’s silent, save for the sound of your heartbeat prominent in your ears. You can’t take it any longer, especially when a shaky sigh escapes him.

“Seol—”

“Sorry mom.” He coughs, a feeble attempt to mask his discomfort, “I’m… I-, I need to get changed before dinner."

"Sweetie wait!" You try to stop him by gently gripping his wrist but it’s too late, he’s already gone.

You try to stand up but Jungkook stops you, burying his face in your hair with a gentle kiss. You sigh, feeling useless and uncertain of what to do moving forward. The way Seol’s face dropped… It will always be burned into the corners of your mind. You’re emotional again, and Jungkook reassuringly rubs your tummy as if on instinct.

“He’ll come around Y/N… He just needs time to process it. He’s been an only child for so long.” His voice is soft and caring, but does little to cheer you up. “I’ll go and speak to him, here…” He peels his wallet from his trousers, carefully transferring you to another chair as though you’re as fragile as Bone China. “Use my card, order whatever you fancy for dinner. Order extra because Dr Kim said you need to start gaining weight soon. I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Kook—”

“I’ve got this, okay?” He smiles, a genuine soft and small smile that warms your heart before he grips your hand and kisses it. “You don’t have to be the tough parent all the time anymore.”

He leaves you at the table scrolling through a food delivery app, even though eating is the last thing on your mind right now you know he’s right. You have to eat something for the growing babies inside you at the very least. When Jungkook looks back over his shoulder he sees you visibly upset trying to mask your sobs, he fights back a pained sigh, heading upstairs to Seol’s bedroom.

“Seol? Can I come in?” Jungkook asks after knocking twice, lips pursed into an uncomfortable flat line.

“No.” His son’s voice is muffled by the door.

Rather than barging in like he wants to, he manages to find the restraint and stop himself, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Please…?”

When Seol doesn’t respond straight away he grows impatient, he’s about to open the door when it opens from the other side. Revealing his son now wearing a sage green loungewear set and slightly puffy cheeks from crying. His heart breaks all over again. “Can I sit with you for a little bit?”

“Why?” Seol sniffles.

“Because I need to talk to you, is that okay?”

“…I guess.” The younger male hesitantly steps to one side to allow his father into the bedroom. It’s been a while since Jungkook set foot in here, it’s much cleaner that he remembers it to be and he can’t help but wonder if you’ve overworked yourself keeping it tidy or if Seol is actually an organised young man these days.

“So…” Kook sits on the bed, glancing round at the numerous game posters that adorn the mint green painted walls, “That could’ve gone better, your mom’s a little upset that you didn’t stay downstairs with us.”

Seol visibly deflates and sits next to his father, welcoming the heavy tattooed arm that pulls him in for a hug. “I’m sorry.” He mumbles into Kook’s shoulder, “I’ll apologise to mom too.”

Jungkook’s voice is deep and throaty, yet sweet when he speaks. “I know this is a big change for us, but it’s an exciting one right? I thought you always wanted a little brother or sister? You used to ask for one all the time when you were younger.”

“Then you moved out and I stopped thinking about it.” Seol admits with another sniffle, his words winning his father’s hold to tighten around him. “But I guess a little brother or sister wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world… Is that why mom’s been so ill lately?”

“Mmm.” Kook nods knowingly, “She has something called HG, it’s more common in multiple pregnancies.” His eyes widen for a split second when he realises nobody stated that you’re having twins yet. He clears his throat, tonguing his cheek before he speaks again, “We’re having twins… So you might have two baby brothers or two baby sisters on the way.”

Seol pulls back with a tiny smile and shiny doe-eyes, peering up at his father with a hopeful expression. “Really? Do you have any photos of them I can see?”

“Not yet. You can come to the appointment with us if you want to see them though, I’m sure Dr Kim will be fine with that. You can help us think of some names too, I bet you’ll think of really good ones.” He grins at the thought, rubbing the younger’s arm.

“Dad?” Seol’s nervously chewing the inside of his cheek, a bad habit he inherited from his father.

“Yeah?”

“…You’re not going to move out again if you move back in are you? I-, I know mom doesn’t like talking about it but she was really sad when you left… I could hear her crying through the wall at night and I don’t want to see her like that again. I hated it.”

Jungkook stiffens, racing heart dropping into the deepest part of his stomach when he hears that, “I’m not going anywhere son. I love mom, okay? I always have and I always will—”

“Then why did you leave us in the first place?” While his question is innocent enough, and genuine, it still finds a way to chip at Jungkook’s heart.

“It’s complicated Seol, but you’re becoming a man now so I’ll try to explain it as best as I can.” His large palm pats his son’s shoulder reassuringly when he exhales, “I wasn’t a good husband, I was selfish and I put other things before your mom when I shouldn’t have. But that’s not going to happen anymore, I missed her too much to fuck this up again.”

“You just swore in front of me.” Seol giggles, pulling away from his father.

Jungkook nods slowly, grinning, “Well you are almost thirteen, as you keep reminding me. Just don’t tell mom.”

“Does that mean I can swear now too?”

Kook snorts, playfully pushing Seol over on the bed until he falls back onto the cushions. “Don’t push your luck kid. Is that why you’re upset? Because you think I’ll move out again?”

Seol shrugs when he sits back up, smile quickly fading. “Maybe. I don’t know…”

“Come on, you can tell me anything. How are you really feeling about this?” Jungkook’s never usually one to get serious with his son, selfishly he used to leave these kinds of conversations for you to deal with. But he’s staying true to his word, he has changed, he's matured and he’s going to spend the rest of his life making up for his previous behaviour.

Shrugging again Seol’s voice is barely audible, coming out as more of a mumble. “Excited that you're coming home but... Scared—”

“Why are you scared?” His father frowns. He can tell Seol doesn’t want to look at him so he busies himself unbuttoning his shirt sleeves and rolling them up to his elbows.

“It’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid, come on tell me.” Kook’s palm finds Seol’s leg, he pats it twice as if to emphasise his question.

“I… I don’t want to share you and mom with babies. I like spending time with you both separately. I like going to the movies with you on a weekend and I like staying up late talking to mom watching TV. Even when she makes me do a face mask sometimes. But now I’m gonna have siblings and that’s all gonna change…”

“Hey you listen to me right now.” Jungkook’s voice lowers an octave when he looks straight into his mini me’s doe-eyes, profile serious, “Yeah, we’re going to spend a lot more time together as a family but we can still have our father and son days out. I don’t want to give those up. And mom loves spending time with you too, I’m not gonna come between whatever routines you have together when I move back in. If you need some time with just me or just mom that’s okay son. Even after the babies arrive it’ll still be okay. We’re a team.”

“…Thanks dad.” Seol’s smile is genuine and Kook can tell he feels relieved, these conversations aren’t as hard as he thought after all. Communication. That’s all it takes.

“Come on, let’s have a nice meal together for your mother’s birthday. Do not tell her I dropped the f bomb in front of you or she’ll kill me.”

Seol rolls his eyes, grimacing when he stands, voice oozing disgust, “Nobody calls it the f bomb anymore… You’re so old.”

When Jungkook reaches the bedroom door he opens it, glancing back at his mini-me with fond eyes but raised brows. "Apologise to your mother for running off, and to me because I am not old."

"Aren't you 40 soon?" His son chuckles, wearing the same mischievous smirk Jungkook was famous for as a child. He really is the double of his father in every sense of the word. "I didn't think old people could even have babies."

"Oh trust me... We can." Jungkook winks animatedly, and Seol gags on thin air, shoving his fingers deep into his ears when he runs past him.

"La la la la la la! Ahh that's disgusting, that's so disgusting!" He jogs down the stairs, jumping the last four steps as opposed to walking down them like a normal person.

Kook snorts, chasing after him with heavy footsteps in fits of laughter. It's like he never left at all.

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siriuslydaz3d · 1 year

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Attitude || Peter Quill

Summary: Reader is pissed after Quill risks his life earlier in the day.

Warnings: does swearing warrant a swearing?

AN) first time writing for Quill in a very long time. Cross posted on Wattpad! (Wattpad user is Xx_mrsquill_xX)

“You are mad.” Mantis spoke hesitantly, a hand resting gently on (Y/N)’s shoulder. “Peter did something to upset you, yes?”

(Y/N) smiled softly raising her head to look Mantis in the eye. “Mad isn't exactly the word I would use. Violently pissed would be a better descriptor, but yeah. Dumbass was being…well his usual dumbass self.”

“You love him.” Mantis noted, antenna glowing bright once again. The girl covered in green sat beside her friend, back resting up against the large tree. “Is that why you’re mad?”

(Y/N) sighed as she looked out at the field they were currently stopped in. Her eyes found Groot, Rocket, and Drax off on their own by a small pile of stones. Nebula was just out of earshot, lying face up in the grass, more than likely enjoying the soft breeze rolling over her. Peter was a small walk down from the hill, occasionally tossing rocks into the pond. The glow of the setting sun making him look more beautiful than before.

“It’s not that, Mantis. I love him, but he put himself in danger today, for me of all people. He’s lucky they didn’t kill him. He’s such an idiot sometimes.” (Y/N) rambled, pulling her knees to her chest. “If anything had happened to him today, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself.”

“You should talk to him.” Mantis suggested, tilting her head to stare (Y/N) down. “Maybe it would help the both of you, because I know he loves you too.”

(Y/N)’s head snapped up to look at Mantis, who simply sat and smiled. Her heart raced in her chest as her head whipped back down to Peter. A blush crept its way up her cheeks as she thought about it. In love? The playboy of the galaxy? Silently, she stood and slowly made her way down the hill. She stopped a few feet away from him, nausea hitting her stomach hard.

“It’s not nice to creep up on people, darlin’.” Peter spoke, turning his head to look at her, signature smirk gracing his face. (Y/N)’s face flushed and she rolled her eyes, taking a seat next to him. The pair sat in silence, watching the sky turn a pink-orange color.

“What you did today was stupid.” She spoke, breaking the silence. “I don’t care if I was in danger, you focus on the mission.”

Peter’s head turned to look at her, extending a hand towards hers. She pulled her hand away, setting it in her lap. Swallowing hard, she lifted her gaze to his.

“I did what I had to do, and I would do it again.”

“No, you did what you wanted to do. It was reckless. You focus on the mission, not me.” She huffed, turning her body towards him. “Don’t fucking do that shit again. If I had been hurt and hadn’t been able to cover your ass, you’d be dead.”

Peter groaned and rubbed his face with one of his hands. “Sweetheart, I think you’re being a bit dramatic there. I’ve been doin this thing a lot longer, I can handle my own.”

“And I can’t?” Her voice raised. “Don’t ever call me dramatic for not wanting to bury your dumbass early!”

“I was fine! I could handle it, drop the attitude.”

“No, you don’t get to fucking get to tell me what-”

“I said drop the attitude.” Peter spoke, cutting the girl off. (Y/N) fell silent as she stared at him. “I’m going to say this one more time. I did what I had to do. If you were in danger right this second, I wouldn’t hesitate to do it again.”

“Peter.” (Y/N)’s eyes closed as she fought to calm herself down. “You mean so much to me, t-to everyone, I mean. That’s why I can’t let you do that.”

“That sounded like a confession.” He joked, leaning back on his hands. “Are you trying to tell me somethin’?”

“I-I’m trying to be serious!” She stuttered, head whipping away from him.

“You aren’t denying the confession, sweets.” He hummed, eyes flicking over her obviously flustered frame. “If it makes you feel better, I feel the same way about you. Well, about everyone.”

“You’re such a child.”

“I prefer man child.”

“Peter.”

Silence fell over them again as the sun finished setting. (Y/N) looked back up towards the hill, finding the others gone. The cool night air brushed her skin, making her shift closer to the man beside her. He smiled down at her, sitting up to shrug his jacket off.

“Here, can’t have you getting sick on us.” Peter helped her slip the jacket on. “Looks good on you.”

“I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier. I-I know you did what’s best and I shouldn’t have been ungrateful. You risked your life for me. Thank you.”

Peter’s hand cupped her face, a light blush covered his own. “I would do it again in a heartbeat. I will always be here to protect you, even if you don’t need it. I love you.”

“I love you too, Quill.” She whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. She pulled back, tightening the jacket around her body. “Can we continue this discussion on the ship? It’s cold.”

Peter nods, rising to his feet and helping the girl to her own. His hand rested against her lower back as they walked back, once again a peaceful silence filling the night air. A soft ‘love you’ slipping from Peter as he moved his hand, allowing her to board before him.

#peter quill x reader #star lord x reader #mcu x reader #x reader #fanfiction #Peter Quill #Star-Lord #siriuslydaz3d #writer

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buckley1986 · 26 days

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Little by Little (pt.4)

... so it's been over a year since i last updated this series.

reader finally makes the call.

warnings - Billy Hargrove (boo 👎), strong language, use of petnames (Eddie calls reader sweetheart a lot)

details - eddie munson x female reader, 1.1k words

part 1, part 2, part 3, playlist

You awoke to the smell of coffee as you struggled to open your puffy eyes. A steaming mug had been placed on your bedside table, illuminated by golden rays of sunlight that seeped through the gap in the curtains. Groaning, you slowly sat up and peered around the room. As your awareness increased, you heard sounds of clanging pots and muttered curses which caused your eyes to widen in confusion and slight panic. Someone’s here? Someone made you coffee and is now presumably attempting to cook in your kitchen?

Then you remember.

You’d been driven home from work last night by Eddie. His questions about your relationship with Billy had snapped you into the painful reality.

Eddie had sat on your sofa, anxiously fiddling with the silver rings on his fingers, occasionally gnawing at a hangnail while you made the painful phone call.

“Jesus, fuck, it’s the middle of the night! What the fuck are you calling for?”

“Billy, I-“ a sob burst up from deep in your chest and made you choke.

“Spit it out god damn it,” Billy growled.

“I have to break up with you!” you sobbed into the phone.

Billy was silent for a moment before he hissed, “you thought it was worth risking waking up my whole fuckin’ family in the middle of the night, for that? Shit, you really are a stupid cunt, fucking selfish bitch-”

“I’ll p-pack the things you left here a-and put them on the doorstep when you’re b-back in Hawkins,” you managed to choke out.

Billy was still spewing a barrage of insults when you told him goodbye and hung up the phone.

Your whole body started to shake as you dropped to your knees and sobbed with your face in your hands. As you sat gasping and choking on tears and snot, Eddie rushed over and joined you on the floor. He couldn’t speak any comforting words, as the sight of you had caused a lump to form in his throat. All he could do was hold you against his chest, gripping your shoulder with one hand and stroking your hair with the other.

He swallowed hard and did his best to compose himself enough to whisper into your ear, “you did the right thing, sweetheart. You did what you had to do. I’m proud of you.”

When you began to regain control of your breathing, Eddie held your waist and gently helped you to your feet before guiding you over to the sofa. Once you were comfortably seated, clutching a decorative cushion to your chest, Eddie slipped away into your kitchen. You could hear him rummaging through your cabinets until he found your glasses, then you heard him filling the glass with water from the tap. He hurried back and offered you the glass which you gratefully accepted. You took small sips as your nerves continued to steady.

Eddie was unsure what to do next. His stomach was twisting and his chest was tight with desperation. He needed to help you, needed to comfort you. He felt powerless, pathetic, watching you in agony, clueless as to how to quell your pain.

“Thank you,” you croaked out. Your throat felt raw from what felt like hours of crying.

“There’s no need to thank me, sweetheart,” he said softly as he took a seat beside you. “Anything you need, just say the word and I am at your service.”

You let yourself lean against his shoulder. Exhaustion was quickly overtaking your body and you fought to keep your eyes open.

“I think,” you sighed, “I need to go to bed.”

Holding your waist, Eddie let you lead him towards your bedroom. When you reached the door, he spoke.

“Would you mind if I stayed over tonight? It’s late and it probably wouldn’t be wise for me to drive now. I’ll sleep on the couch, don’t worry.”

Truthfully, he knew he would be fine driving home. He just couldn’t bear the thought of leaving you alone but he didn’t want you to think that he thought you were helpless.

“Of course, Ed. Of course you can stay,” you almost whispered.

“Thanks sweetheart. If you need anything at all just come and wake me up, okay?”

You nodded and yawned, pushing the door half closed as he turned back towards the living room.

After changing into your pyjamas and crawling into bed, you quickly fell asleep, completely wiped out from the whole ordeal.

Now, in the warm morning light you quietly walked out, following the clanging and cursing to find Eddie in the kitchen. Bread and eggs sat on the bench as he placed a pan on the stove and turned on the heat.

You cleared your throat to let him know you were there. He jumped in shock and quickly turned to see you.

“Ah! Good morning, sweetheart. I was going to bring you breakfast in bed. Would you prefer breakfast at table?” he grinned and you giggled.

“Breakfast at table is great, thank you Eddie. You really didn’t have to do this, any of this.”

“No, I know I didn’t have to do this. I want to do this for you.”

You smiled at him before hurrying back to your room to retrieve your coffee before it got too cold.

Warmth filled your chest as you sat at the kitchen table sipping the coffee Eddie had made for you. It was a little sweeter than you usually have it and it had a little more milk than you like but you were grateful that he’d tried.

Tears pricked at your eyes as Eddie placed the plate of eggs and toast in front of you. As he took the seat across from you he noticed the couple of tears rolling down your cheek. He reached across and took one of your hands in his, brushing his thumb back and forth across your knuckles.

“You okay, sweetheart? You want ‘em over easy instead?”

You giggled through your tears and shook your head.

“These look perfect, thank you. I’m just… the only person who’s ever cooked me breakfast is my mom.”

Eddie pushed down the sudden feeling of anger that bubbled up from his stomach at the thought that Billy had you - sweet, beautiful, badass you - for two and a half years and he never cooked you breakfast.

“It’s the least I could do,” he said softly.

He wanted more than anything to lean across the small kitchen table and kiss you. Instead, he squeezed your hand gently before nudging your plate a little closer to you.

“Eat up. Before it gets cold.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader

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kit-williams · 5 months

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In all honesty you’re not even sure what kind of space marines you’re currently looking at. You distantly remember how they’re supposed to have heightened senses. It must mean they heard you walking up to the barn right? Why didn’t they try to hide? Why… why let you see them after months.. no, years! Years of being hidden?

T-those videos you’ve seen of people with space marines. They always look friendly, maybe some are intimidating but you never truly felt like those were dangerous. Yet now facing a barn full of what? 8ft? Who knows, who cares? They’re massive and dangerous.

You realise your kid’s friends aren’t as imaginary as you hoped.

So none of these names are canon for the Space Marine Husbandry warband btw but I am using the same make up.

You sit down on a crate as the barn is immaculate... well unless its the hay loft but that was Reeve and Varrin's space. You watched the space wolf just lounge on the floor talking to your son... you had worried he had linguistically regressed with what he had been saying lately but hearing him babble in their tongue back to them it made sense... but that brought the grim realization that they had been here for years.

All of them had been near your son during his most vulnerable time of life and you hadn't noticed. You had snapped at him a few times playing near that barn and only after one long vacation he started to ignore you but you made him promise to not touch anything dangerous. It turns out that's when Orn had taken the time to renovate their base of operations. You're certain that this place could take a tornado head on.

You drink the chocolate drink that Garrek had handed you as you just try to relax. Logan grins at you from the floor. "Well 'Mommy'"

"Please just do not call me that." You sigh as you roll your eyes at the shit eating grin on his face. And you give them your name. And your son, now in the hayloft declares his name as the sound of rustling hay and the hissing from the two night lords as they play.

You look up nervously but return to looking at Logan. You remember the warnings about the Night Lords about them being a chaos one and same about the Iron Warrior if you remember right but you're certain that Space Wolves are loyal? You have no idea about the war hound. "P-please leave?" You try to say confidently but it comes out much more timid and mild.

"How cute." You jump as one of the Night Lords had silently landed behind you.

Logan snarls something out and you watch the Night Lord raise his hands as he walks away. "Unfortunately Miss you are stuck with us." Orn said looking down at her without his helmet.

"Hooray!" Your boy says as the other Night Lord jumps down holding him. "Oh! OH! We can go outside and play! Reeeeeeeeeeeve! Reeeeeeeeeeeeeve let's go!" He says excitedly before switching to their language babbling happily as the one called Reeve chitters and rushes out of the barn like a bat out of hell... with the other being Varrin running out after him after a few moments.

Your heart is pounding and you stand up but the other three get you to sit back down. "We're going to be laying down some ground rules." Logan starts.

"N-now you listen here!" You shout standing up on the crate, "I don't know who you lot are and why you think you can come onto my property and just settle in! I didn't invite you or your ilk so you can just-"

She jumps as the metal barrel is just crushed by Logan as his grin is utterly feral and dark as he growls down at her. "Now." He says in his brogue, "You done? You got your little tantrum all out miss? Good. Now... sit." He says growling as you sit down. "Good. We Like yer boy." You pale again as how he says it implies that if they don't like you... they're willing to be rid of you.

The Space Marine in White and Blue armor finally speaks in a Slavic accent half putting himself between you and Logan. You watch Logan huff and fold his arms over his chest as they go back and forth. Orn just watches silently occasionally chirping out. You can hear your son laughing loudly and wildly as your eyes dart to the barn door as you worry if those laughs are actually screams.

"What do you want with my son?" You finally say.

Garrek says something before Logan speaks again, "Translating for the big guy... nothing. We're just watching over him he's our charge. But I suppose we are his... companions as you humans have taken to calling us. Or perhaps pets as your little one has explained. But don't worry about us much... just get us a few supplies... armor stuff... otherwise we can feed ourselves and will keep to ourselves. Deal?" Logan glances at Garrek as Orn nods to Garrek before Garrek seems to approve of what was said.

"Deal. So how do you know our language." You ask hopping down from the box.

"Your little boy brought us plenty of his books for us to learn and Orn and I have been teaching him... Gothic." Logan says as you walk over to the door. You see your son running around after fireflies as the two night lords just watch the insects before their skull faces turn to face her.

"Fine. Fine. I don't trust you all... but I guess I will have to learn." You say softly

"Indeed lass you will have to learn to trust us just like your son has." Logan replies

#Barn Anon #space marine husbandry #warhammer 40k #tales from the barn #space marine husbandry sentience

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mrssoapmactavish · 4 months

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fight or flight

"you know what they say about stress responses, right? fight or flight reaction, and all that?" "knowing you, it's fight, flight, or fuck." "you're not too far off."

this will be a multi-part fic, all based in the stranger things universe! my writing style may make some of the characters be a bit... off, but i promise you, i'm trying my best for this!

as always, the only thing i claim to own in this planned series of works is the writing itself. i do not own any of the characers!

consider this basically a prologue, an intro for the whole shebang.

hawkins sounded like a bad idea from the get-go. obviously, she never wanted to leave her home in the first place, but she'd reckoned that leaving with her family would make things feel a bit more palatable. if her family didn't consist of her dad, her step-mom, her brother, and maxine, maybe that would've been true.

her and billy only had a year apart between the two of them, meaning that she's always been close to william hargrove, but they couldn't be any different. billy's been masking his anger with their dad with parties, popularity, and endless drinking and smokes. herself? she drowned out the sounds of shouting and anger with heavy drums, intense guitar solos, and gravelly-voiced singers who screech out prose.

in california, they were called 'bonnie and clyde' as siblings. now, though? she wanted nothing to do with him. the only things they have in common, in her opinion, are their last name, and their drive to drown their daddy issues in tail. on the drive to hawkins high this morning, all she wants to do is open the car door and jump out.

max and billy are bickering– at least max got the family temper, it keeps her on the same level as her and billy– and she's just trying to touch-up her mascara in the side mirror, making sure she looks somewhat presentable.

"keepin' your eyes glued to yourself that long, might as well figure out how you can marry yourself," billy snarks over, looking at his sister who merely glares at him. the boy gives a cheeky grin, knowing his sister like the back of his hand, as if he hadn't just parroted what she'd said to him much earlier before leaving the house, when he had been styling his hair properly.

"oh, please, billy boy," she sighs, scrunching her curled hair to maintain the boisterous volume that she had given it. "you would marry yourself, if you could. you'd need a good divorce lawyer, though, with how much you sleep around." she can feel her brother's glare burning holes in the side of her head, but she knows he won't do anything. it's one of the benefits of looking so much like their mom; pour on the honey-sweet tone, dial up the niceities and he'll be unable to do anything but grumble to himself.

billy, in fact, opens his mouth, ready to retort and snap back at his sister, but they pull up to hawkins high before he can even say a single word. it's already a lot, really; she can close her eyes and picture being back in california, walking into school, hearing the airheaded blondes and the sophomore year-peaking boys who think they're nothing less than gods.

as strange as it is, she misses home. misses the bright warmth and the sun, misses the malls and busy streets. anything to get away from the smell of cow shit, empty plains, and the fall chill that she's definitely needing to adjust to.

before she gets out of her brothers car– max has already slammed the car door, huffing and barking back at billy for telling her to come straight to the car afterschool– she puts on a new layer of her bright red lipgloss, the kind that used to have boys melt and bend at the knee, and would occasionally end up smeared on their cheeks and necks, if they were the lucky ones.

slinging her bag over her shoulder, she finally gets out of the car. she can feel all the envious eyes of girls standing against their boyfriends vehicles already looking at her brother like a piece of meat. it irritates her, even if she knows the men are doing the same, and billy no doubt has the same anger bubbling up inside him.

"keep that skirt on and no hands sneaking under it," her brother grumbles, right before giving the ladies his signature grin, the one that she had always referred to as his 'lure' grin. the one he'll give a girl to drag her home, rock her world, then never talk to her again. the one that leaves a trail of broken hearts and dropped panties in its wake.

"keep your pants on and your fly up, then," she snaps back, already making her way forwards and into the school. she can hear all the wolf-whistles and all the endless chatter from the boys about how short that skirt of hers is, how she'll freeze to death if she doesn't 'huddle up' with them, not to mention how many are already talking about how easy it'd be to creep their way closer to her.

sure, sex is great and all, but something about being trivialized as some trophy is... sickening. so, obviously the girl is keeping her wits about her, ignoring all the comments for now, even if each pair of eyes should be ripped form their heads for looking at her so lowly. she knows her own value; she's been called a goddess in bed before, and that was by some half-drunk loser in california, but it rung true. she is that worthy of praise, worship, devotion.

one set of eyes, however, doesn't go down to her skirt and stay on her legs. it doesn't even stray past the leather jacket on her shoulders– her brothers, she admits, but she'd never been one to even acknowledge her brother being able to have things for himself– and she finds it.. oddly satisfying. rewarding, almost, like there's at least one person in hawkins high not ogling her.

it's an entirely new kind of attention, to be quite honest, and she has no idea how to really react to it. whether she's meant to lash out, cry against the world for being oh, so cruel to her angry, warped soul to have someone eye her with something other than envy or pure want– or if she's meant to fawn, to gravitate towards the only person treating her like a human being, and to get herself involved in some hallmark whirlwind highschool romance.

either way, she sees who the gaze is connected to, and she'd be lying if she said she expected the person to be. he's one of the pretty boy types, she deduces; popular, on some kind of school sports team most definitely the captain, the air-headed kind to ignore between classes and pray she'd never be paired with for an assignment.

though, the soft, big, doe-eyes that seem fixated on her are quite the sight, and the strong jaw, defined nose, the smattering of birth and beauty marks across his face seem to give him this uncharacteristically human trait, compared to the very stereotype she's predicted.

she narrows her brows, giving a cold, hardened gaze; she aims to show she's not socialized, so to speak, that the black and red composition of her outfit reeks of femme fatale, a black widow type, engage at your own risk. but there's no such luck, as the fluffy haired tom cruise type makes his way towards her, confident and quick in his gait, even if there's a lack of spcial awareness reeking of a clumsy demure.

"hey there, little lady," the boy hums, gaze staying on her face, almost as if calculating how she's reacting to him, but he quite obviously doesn't know that she's well-versed from the years of torment and anguish at home to keep her emotions to herself, off of her face. "you're new here, so welcome to hawkins high. you need a tour guide, you just look around for steve harrington, i'll show you all around."

so he can't take a hint.

"mm," is all she responds with, very openly and shamelessly eyeing the man up and down, as if sizing him up to intimidate him. the man shifts from one foot to the other, hip cocked and head quirked; he's not picking up on the fact that she's trying to dismiss him.

"saw you with that guy in the camaro and the red-head, you guys look like quite the family," he continues to talk, prying, to see if she'll do more than just vocalize around her. alas, she just rolls her eyes at him, and he still doesn't seem offended, taken aback, or even remotely disinterested. so, she relents.

"i'll find you if i need you, harrington. name fits that crown of yours," she tells him. the way his brows raise is subtle. he's surprised, but not off-put. another comment about the hair, water off a duck's back, it seems. "i'll be fine figuring it out myself for now."

trained to follow subtle hints in body language from years of cowering, blocking out the sounds of her older brother being treated like no better than a dog, she notes the slight drop in his shoulders. not entirely, a momentary defeat for him, but he still holds out hope.

"yeah, alright," he responds, hands removing themselves from his hips, posture straightening, eyes going over her shoulder to look around, looking for his friends no doubt. "i'll be around–" the pause, an expectant gaze.

ah, right. names, such a fickle things, things she would prefer to not share, like pleasantries, pillowtalk, and whatever cheap shit booze she can sneak from her dad.

"you can stick with hargrove for now." she tells him, and god forbid the smile that graces his face. so that's what he is– a classic soft, popular guy. layers of issues, no doubt, but far too many to point out in particular, at least for now.

with a quirk at his lips into a somewhat playful smirk and a flick of the single coif of hair dropping into his face, he decides to push once more for now. "cherry it is, then. cherry hargrove."

a twinge of anger, at least that's what she can place it as. this man has no idea what he's getting into.

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Going on a trip down memory lane in honor of the WOH concert's 2nd anniversary!

When May 3 rolled around everyone had mixed feelings because on one hand: YAY LLD REUNITING ON STAGE WITH THE REST OF THE GREMLIN CAST! but on the other, farewell concerts mean the end of the show's promotion period which also marks the end of interactions between the main actors. And worse, it also marks the start of CP breaking, whether it's just the actors being more distant and reserved with each other throughout the concert (compared to when they were promoting the show) or in the worst cases, like the Love and Redemption concert, where they broke CP so brutally.

But the worst of all (for me at least) is the gloating. The gloating of solo fans, the gloating of the fans of other CPs, and the ever insufferable presence of yxh accounts that have been trying (and failing) to make up conflict between GJ and ZZH the very moment the show started getting the tiniest bit of attention. When it was announced that their Tom Ford livestream was to be done separately, it was made a big deal with all those vultures screaming all over weibo how they were finally "competing with each other", and yxhs fanning the flames at the sidelines.

So when the concert rolled around the atmosphere in the fandom was bittersweet. The more experienced fans were telling us what to expect and going: "They'll probably break CP. There's nothing we can do except hope they'll do it gently".

But as we've learned before, the WOH fandom is a circus and the WOH cast our ever indulgent clowns. Fans found out that GJ and ZZH were sharing a dressing room for the concert and everyone lost their shit. And that's when we knew we were fools to think this farewell concert would be like every other farewell concert, because nothing about this fandom has been normal from the start 😂

In private, a lot of us were gearing each other up for the very strong possibility that GJ and ZZH will nowhere be as close in the concert as they seemed to be when they were promoting WOH. Turns out, not only did they seem even closer and more touchy than before, but the rest of the cast seemed to have finally snapped and lost their marbles altogether. Solo fansites were whining about how hard it was to get good solo photos of GJ and ZZH because they stuck close to each other throughout the entire event.

Even better, they didn't seem conscious of the attention at all. The crowd in the concert hall screamed at the smallest interactions between them and they didn't even look fazed. I wouldn't have blamed them if the screaming made them feel awkward and conscious, but the fact that they just didn't care and even occasionally played along with the hoard of screaming shippers just made me appreciate them even more for being so natural about it and not treating it as something to be ashamed of.

And going beyond showing it with actions, ZZH also verbally acknowledged the fans that like both of them in his speech at the end of the concert. It's often said in CN fan circles that being a CPF from a BL drama is the hardest road to take as a fan (in c-ent at least) because it puts you at the very bottom of the fan heirarchy. CPFs in general are at the very bottom of the fan pyramid but BL CPFs in particular are considered to be even lower. It's a given not to mention you or acknowledge you, and you should only exist in the very fringes of fandom. That's why a lot of BL novel fans (I'm talking about c-fandom specifically) don't really like live action adaptations or their actors, because to them these actors are just using the stories they love to gain popularity, and once they get what they want are quick to toss it and its fans aside as some kind of dark and shameful secret of the past that has to be buried. That's why ZZH's acknowledgement at the end of the concert meant a lot to CPFs, because finally, they get to have a 'seat' at the table along with everyone else.

And of course, the promise and the hug that melted even the most jaded c-fandom veterans 😂

It was really a privilege to be allowed to witness this moment. They could have taken the easier path but chose instead to share this moment with us. It truly was amazing to see them hug and firmly cement their relationship (whatever it may be) in front of thousands of people (with many more watching through the stream) when the norm in the industry is to break CP at this point.

And boy did they mean it. Months after the end of the concert, they were still stubbornly expressing a sense of unity and support for each other. At a time when toxic ZZH fans were really ramping up their attacks against GJ, ZZH pinned his and GJ's duet on his weibo page not only once, but twice. When the livestream host refused to read out a fan's username that had ZZH's name on it, GJ bluntly asked her to read it out loud, saying that censoring it out "isn't polite".

And you gotta wonder if that's part of what all this is about. Since February 2021, there have been many attempts to discredit the close relationship between them and not only has it not stopped, it has gotten much worse. ZZH is no longer in the picture (publicly, at least) but they're still at it and their tactics growing more and more brutal and unhinged the more time passes. In the beginning, ZZH was the evil one who forced poor innocent GJ to do CP marketing with him, and now GJ is somehow an evil mastermind who used ZZH to do CP marketing against his will and crushing him after. Just what is this obsession? It's been almost two years now, ZZH is out of the public eye, his career halted indefinitely, and they're still at it. I'm sure there's more to it but I can't help but feel that part of the reason for all this is because in an industry that rewards the people who are willing to pull off the dirtiest tactics, and encourages the worst kind of competition, GJ and ZZH dared to to treat each other with so much sincerity and kindness.

And just so this post doesn't end on an angsty note, remember when after the concert people were crying and hugging each other, having mental and emotional breakdowns, only to see, about an hour later, videos of GJ and ZZH laughing and giggling onstage, whispering in each other's ear, and then singing "Love to fight if you want to win" together like a pair of newlyweds? Yeah. While the rest of us peons were crying our hearts out, those two were busy treating the concert afterparty like a wedding banquet. Truly the life of an NPC.

And lastly, before I become too emo and write five more paragraphs, I just want to say that even if I'm no longer posting as much about them, I'm always still here waiting.

任山高水远你在我也在 🏔🍊

#俊哲 #junzhe #浪浪钉 #LLD

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The Margay: Chapter 3

The Laughter of Damned Things

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Summary: Cards are on the table now and offers have been made, but Frankie still has some apologizing to do.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Agent!OFC (no age gap)

Word Count: 4.4K

Rating: Explicit 18+ /oral (f receiving), fingering, brief handjob, protected piv, multiple orgasms (f) / Minors DNI

A/N: And here we have what you have been waiting for, complete with use of Frankie’s unofficial but completely canon fandom nickname because it's my favorite. Thank you all so much for continuing to read and comment and reblog and for the inclusion in your fic recs. I truly did not expect such a lovely outpouring of support. It means so much. Hope you all enjoy.

Frankie finds her an hour later, at the only bar on the beach that’s still open.

He knows because he checked five other ones before ending up here.

Wet hair soaks the shoulders of the high-neck sleeveless dress she's changed into, curves of her face lit up by her phone.

She only looks up when she hears the ice-clink of glass on the table.

A fresh gin and soda sheepishly slid in her direction with one finger.

Frankie slips into seat across from her.

He’s just gone straight for tequila on the rocks now.

“I’m sorry.”

And she smiles from one corner of her mouth.

“It’s not the first time that’s happened, Francisco. And it won’t be the last, I’m sure.”

“Frankie.” He mumbles. “You can just call me Frankie.”

“Hi, Frankie.” She extends her hand, “Audrey.”

She shakes with more strength now.

“Hi Audrey. 'M sorry.”

“Frankie I’m fine, I promise.”

She sounds like a mother soothing a child.

And having said everything that he came to say, Frankie is suddenly unsure of what to do.

So he dives nose-first into his glass.

“You’re definitely more of a Frankie than a Freddie, I have to say,” she tips her head to catch his gaze.

“Oh yeah? How’s that?”

“Well, Freddie sounds like some kind of…fuckin'…hedge fund manager’s son. Named after the bank that his daddy works for.”

He smirks, but doesn’t smile. And they sit in silence, one crunching on ice, the other spinning a lime around a glass. Each occasionally catching the other staring.

“So you’re a pilot.” She steers the conversation to something he knows.

Frankie looks up at her from under skeptical brows.

She rests her fingers on her phone. “Davis sent over your files, I’m sure he’s sent you mine too.”

“Mm. Yeah. I haven’t checked.”

He studies the fruit in his glass and she studies him in the silence that follows. The errant curls at the nape of his neck having escaped some semblance of style as they’ve dried. No hat this time.

The way his tongue fiddles with the inside of his bottom lip. The brush of grey in his patchy beard.

The heaviness in his eyes that has nothing to do with the late hour.

There’s a hair-fine scar on the bridge of his nose that’s only visible when he looks down.

She wants to drink in the details.

And if there’s one thing that’ll get a pilot talking—obscure aircraft tend to do the trick.

“I flew an Me 262 once.”

“A Messerschmitt? You fly?”

“Only if I have to” Audrey grins, “but that one belongs to a friend. He put a lot into restoring it and takes it out for a run every now and then.”

Brown eyes are lit up now. “What was it like?”

“It’s like 80 years old it’s clunky as fuck, Frankie. It’s terrifying.”

Frankie throws his head back in a laugh. It rips from his throat and crinkles his eyes. Offers her his back teeth. Heaviness lifts. God, she wants to see it again.

She’s always been partial to the laughter of damned things.

“Yeah, the uh, the wings on those had a tendency to snap off because the build materials were shit.” He briefly brushes his fingers over the bridge of his nose.

She combs a hand through her hair, scratching at her scalp. “I was made aware of that after I had her back on the ground, yep.”

They’re both laughing now.

“Damn, must still have been something, though,” it's wistful when the laughter dies down. “You need a refill?” Frankie holds up his empty glass.

No, but I want to keep talking to you.

“Please.”

“So," Frankie starts when he returns. "Two thousand eight hundred and seventy-two meters."

“Yeah.”

“Through the jungle.”

“Wasn't that impressive. A clearer shot than you might think,” she's diminishing herself but Frankie's buzzing now and won't have it.

“'C'mon, that’s gotta be what?” He swallows another mouthful of tequila. “Like the longest shot in the world and you…you just pulled it off on a random Tuesday in February?”

“Officially, it’s the second longest. Unofficially, not even close.”

“Unofficially?”

“Frankie, babe, they only report those numbers for missions that the public is allowed to know about.”

“That’s, yeah, that’s fair enough." He idly spins his glass between his thumb and middle finger. "Okay, fine, so what’s the actual record?”

“Five thousand, two hundred and three meters.”

“Fuck, that’s like. Over three miles. And what’s your record then?”

“Five thousand, two hundred and three meters.”

“Where?” He growls it.

“The Atacama.”

Frankie clinks his glass against hers with a smirk.

He spends a moment on her face. Cheekbones glowing with humidity, bottom lip probably tasting of gin.

Frankie leans in halfway over the table and lets it fly.

“You’re The Margay.”

It’s rumbled through registers of his voice so low that even she barely hears him.

She answers with the barest arc of an eyebrow.

“You’ve got people out here scared shitless,” he purrs again.

Audrey leans in until there’s half a foot between them. “I didn’t start that. But I’ve never stopped it either. Easier to operate when you’re a concept. Keeps people from looking for an individual person.”

Frankie hears her, but his eyes are on her mouth.

It plucks at the strings of something dark inside his chest.

The fact that she’s still here, all warm smiles and heated lips in the face of that much danger.

He wonders if she sleeps.

“How many?”

Kills.

“As The Margay?”

Or total? Hangs unasked.

His heady gaze finds her eyes.

“Eighty-two confirmed.”

And it doesn’t matter which she means because she’s close enough to smell the tang of tequila on a hot breath that ruffles drying ringlets.

It shouldn’t be doing what it’s doing for him.

But a woman who can handle herself.

The competence of it all.

“Fuck,” Frankie breathes.

“I would very much still like to, yes.”

Frankie’s tongue wets his bottom lip, left hand reaching around the back of her neck—gently—and guides her mouth to his.

The taste of her is different now, less urgent but just as desperate.

“You’re fuckin’ dangerous, Goddard," he whispers with his forehead tipped against hers.

“Not the first time I’ve heard that and won’t be the last, I’m sure,” she echoes with a smile. “Close your tab, Morales.”

_____

Ten minutes later he has her against the door to her hotel room, his tongue laving the shell of her ear, her fingers laced in the still-damp roots of his curls.

“Need this off,” Frankie huffs against her neck where the turtleneck of her dress is keeping him from skin. Massive palms skate up her hips under the fabric and she leans back to allow him to do away with it. Immediately his lips find her neck, tongue laving an apology over finger-shaped patches of red that have already began to blossom purple.

The scratch of his beard over bruises makes her stomach flip.

Her fingers find the hem of his t-shirt and divorce him from it, head thumping back against the door with a sigh when the broad expanse of his heated skin finally presses like a balm against her own.

“Need to taste you,” he breathes, wild against her mouth.

“Get on the bed, Frankie,” Audrey shoves him back, reveling in the way his dark eyes burn as she steps out of her underwear, slinking towards him intending to take his face back in her hands. Palms fit to her hips and he lifts her onto the bed instead.

Hands immediately force her knees open and he skates the bridge of his nose through her folds, trailing the motion with the flat of his tongue. Audrey moans and reflexively clamps her legs shut at the sensation, but Frankie holds her firm, readjusting to splay wide over her hips, forearms and elbows keeping her spread for him.

“Is this okay?” He breathes hot against her core, huge brown eyes angled up at her.

“Don’t stop, Frankie.”

And so he doesn’t.

He feasts like a man starved.

He sucks and laves until she’s arching off of the bed, hands buried in his hair, firmly anchored to his face by his fingers wrapped around her thighs.

She’s loud.

He loves it.

Loves noises he pulls from her throat when his tongue dips inside her. The way she keens when he sucks on her clit. The way she pleads Francisco over and over in the seconds before she finally breaks with two of his fingers inside her cunt.

The snap of a bow string.

Loves the way she has to cover her mouth to keep the desire in when he meets her eyes and sits up after having brought her through it, nose and lips glistening, sucking her slick off of his digits.

He lives for it.

Frankie cages her in with hands on either side of her head. “See how good you taste, baby,” he purrs against her lips before dipping his tongue inside her mouth. She moans at the tang of her on his lips and arches up into his solid chest as one hand slides behind her lower back, encouraging her hips up to his own.

He’s painfully hard under a layer of denim.

“Get rid of this,” she demands, tugging on a belt loop, “now.”

He rolls over on his back and she rakes dark curls out of her face so she can fit against his side to pepper his chest with kisses as he kicks off his jeans.

When he’s finally free she props herself up on an elbow, skating fingers down the soft swell of his stomach, through the sparse tuft of curls below his navel. "May I?"

"God, yes" he echoes her plea and she takes him in hand, green eyes never leaving his face.

Frankie cries out at the same moment she moans at the size of him—thick and uncut. Weeping for attention.

He reaches a hand around the nape of her neck, guiding her lips back to his, breathy moans escaping into her mouth every time her fingers brush up against the underside of his head with a twist of her wrist.

She handles him deftly. With finesse.

With talented sniper’s fingers.

Audrey swipes her thumb over his leaking tip and brings a bead of him to her tongue, holding his dark gaze as she hums her approval at the taste.

Frankie’s cock twitches against his stomach and his brain short circuits.

He catches her hand when she reaches for him again.

“Not—gonna last,” he cranes up to nip at her bottom lip, “need to be inside you.”

She hums approval again.

“We need…” he sits up and looks around on the floor for his jeans, more specifically, the condom in his wallet.

Audrey’s up and across the room rifling through a bag, flinging a small packet towards him which he snatches out of the air.

God bless a woman who's prepared.

He makes quick work of rolling the condom on and finds her mouth again.

He stops her with a hand on her hip when she makes a move to straddle him, guiding her onto her back instead.

“Let me take care of you,” he kisses down her neck, pleading, “please, baby.” He grabs a pillow from behind her head and fits it under her hips.

Honestly, she’s impressed.

And it must be written on her face because Frankie sheepishly speaks up. “I’m—a lot,” he lays a kiss on her shoulder, “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

He’s not wrong, her hand barely makes it around him.

“I’m not made of glass.” She takes his face in her hands and sucks on his bottom lip.

He kisses a wet, lazy path up over her when she releases him, a bruise sucked into her hip bones, the scratch of his beard across her stomach, teeth scraping through the flimsy fabric of her bra as his fingers find her wet heat again.

“I have a lady,” ghosts across her collarbone, “and a baby,” confessed against her mouth as two fingers curl against that spot inside that makes her impatient.

“And I have a man more dangerous than you.”

That provokes something because he applies—pressure. Upwards. Curling. Demanding.

“But does he make you moan like this?” Frankie growls against her teeth, the heel of his palm pressing down on her clit, calling forth a cry on command.

Both of her hands tighten in his hair.

“Does he love that pretty mouth like I do, princesa?” He rumbles against her jaw, nose smashed into her cheek.

“Don’t call me that, Francisco.”

“Does he need to open you up like this,” he slips a third finger inside and catches her gasp with his teeth, “—gatita?”

And his turn of phrase makes her smile against his lips.

“No.”

Frankie teases a bit longer until the slide of his fingers eases. When he slips them from her slick heat he reflexively stuffs them in his mouth as he shifts to fit himself between her legs. She makes a noise that’s half protest at the loss of his solid weight at her side and half wrecked at what he’s just done.

Frankie apologizes by giving her the taste from his tongue. He sits up and reaches down to rub the head of his cock against her clit, basking in her soft gasps, before sliding it up and down over her core, gathering the slip of her across his full length.

Fingernails ghost over her thighs as he rocks his hips, continuing to tease.

“Francisco…” she breathes in both want and warning and he hums in response, soothing one hand over her stomach, while the other lines himself up.

He pushes in slowly and they both let out a moan. Frankie starts up languid shallow strokes at first, watching her face intently.

“How’s that feel, baby?” He’s barely composed enough to gasp it.

She cants her hips for more but he flattens a palm across her stomach, dark eyes half-hooded with lust.

Frankie’s the one who has been in control all along.

But he’s beautiful now that he’s teetering on the edge of it.

Damp curls falling across his forehead. Lips swollen from her attention. Chest flushed and heaving from the exertion. From the want. He’s a man ripped apart between the urge to be gentle and needing to make her scream.

“Frankie, I…”

She gasps and then moans when he does the last few inches in one stroke, allowing her a moment to feel through the fullness.

Allowing him a moment to collect himself.

She’s so tight around him and yet she takes him. Welcomes all of him in. He hates that he can’t slip bare against her here, but reasons that it may be for the best.

He’s not sure how long he’d last that way.

Hands clench to bruising where they’ve settled on her hips.

Audrey lets out the breath she was holding and reaches to run her fingers up his forearms.

“Move, Frankie,” her purr snaps him back.

Hands reach for him and he returns his weight and his mouth to her, cock sparking against tinder, dragging slowly at first before his pace picks up to something—devastating. He curls his hips with each thrust and her eyes flutter shut.

A soft nip spared at her collarbone before he sits back a moment, catching the backs of her knees over the insides of his elbows.

Folding her when he scrapes at her chin with his teeth.

She's on borrowed time.

Incapable of anything more than panting into his mouth because Frankie knows his angles.

Nails bite into his shoulder blades as he watches her underneath him, head tipped back, plush lips fallen open.

Bruises where the tendons of her neck stretch tight.

He can’t decide if he hates himself for putting them there.

Or if they’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

Audrey rakes red over his shoulder blades and it makes him growl, the rumble of it reverberating in the hollow spaces in her chest. She angles heavy-lidded eyes up at him as the muscles in her stomach tense, bringing her hands to cup his scruffy jaw.

Inhaling his exertion.

Exhaling her pleasure.

He shifts to let her legs go and supports himself on his elbows, palms closing over the crown of her head as his hips slow to a deep grind that puts pressure against her clit.

She mumbles some manner of blasphemy and he smirks an mouths at her pulse, breathing in deep before kissing at the soft spot behind her ear.

“Frankie,” she pants, “so close.”

“Go on, baby,” he purrs. “Let me feel you.” One hand closes into a fist in her hair and he rolls his hips, “go on.”

She breaks within seconds, one hand fisted in the sheets, the other in his flesh.

Frankie moans and grits his teeth at where she’s clenched tight around his cock, trying desperately to hold out as he eases her through, the rock of his hips keeping him buried deep.

Her mouth lazes over his shoulder, fingers grabbing for his hair, sweeping damp tendrils from his forehead as his tongue sweeps against hers. He buries his nose in the crook of her neck with a growl.

“So tight…”

“Frankie,” she lets go on a cracked breath.

Pleading.

“Oh, baby. No. You’re not fucking done,” he grits out and sits up, massive hands encircling her waist, pulling as he snaps his hips against hers. “You’re not. I can feel it.” The staccato smack of skin rings through the room at a fervent, building tempo.

She lays one hand against the headboard to brace against the force of him and moans from deep in her chest.

“Tell me what you need, gatita,” he drives home a particularly harsh thrust.

“Deeper, Frankie.”

He pulls out, slides a hand along one thigh up under her ass and shoves, the force of it flipping her over flat on her stomach. He thrusts roughly back inside, supporting his weight with both hands, nose finding the tangle of her hair at the crown of her head.

He rolls his hips against her, testing the angle and she props herself up on her forearms, fingers gripping at the sheets. He can feel that he’s completely bottomed out, the head of his cock finding a wall with every thrust.

This is where partners usually tell him it hurts.

He slows a fraction and cups her chin with one hand, encouraging her to bend back.

She meets his gaze upside down.

“Is this..?” he grinds out, “fu—oh…okay?”

“Mmhmm,” she answers with a throaty hum. Her jaw goes slack and her tongue darts out to taste his thumb.

“Faster, Frankie.”

Oh.

This? He’s not coming back from this.

The pace he sets in the wake of her command is brutal.

“You’ve got one more in you, don’t you baby? So fuckin’ beautiful,” he drags his nose up her spine and bites at the base of her neck. “Take this cock so well. Go on baby…let me have it…one more,” he’s babbling and sucking breath in through clenched teeth, moans escaping his throat with each exhale.

She hikes one knee up as much as she can where she’s caged in by his legs, the angle putting pressure on her clit with every thrust, and adjusts to tip her hips forward.

And it sends him knocking against something sacred.

A soft, precious spot deep at the core of her that makes them both sob. That grips and molds to him and spins a warm coil of fresh pleasure at the base of her spine. He lowers himself to press his chest against her back, the pace of his thrusts knocking stuttering breath from her lungs.

“So deep, Frankie,” she gasps from under the tangle of hair that’s fallen in front of her eyes, tipping her head back to fit in the crook of his shoulder. She turns to him, open-mouthed, tongue finding a bead of sweat that drips just behind his ear.

“Fuck, he growls, “feel so fucking good, baby. Look at you. Like a fucking. Glove.”

“Please, Frankie, please…”

Frankie growls, reaching up with one hand to grab the top of the mattress for leverage as he twines his other arm under hers, hand wrapping up around her shoulder.

He’s snarling directly into her ear.

“Frankie. Frankie, that’s it, baby,” she gasps, the word nearly causing him to come undone. “Don’t stop, Frankie. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t…”

She screams this time when she clenches around his cock.

And it sends Frankie careening over the edge after her with a bark that sets her ears ringing.

His snarls are deafening as his hips stutter through each pulse before he presses deep and holds there, chest heaving against her back.

Shortly thereafter, his muscles stop obeying his brain and the broad weight of him collapses flush against her. Audrey’s head drops into the space between her forearms, her soft, breathy gasps still filling his ears.

He finds himself enough after a moment to lay gentle kisses across the curve of her shoulder. To nuzzle at her frazzled curls and burrow his nose there, lungs desperate to fill every crevice with her scent.

He revels a moment in this languid melting of limbs. This bonelessness that she wrought. The warmth that floods him from his scalp to his toes.

This peace.

He reaches down after a beat, holding the condom in place as he pulls out and collapses onto his back.

He has to move. Has to take this thing off. Has to throw it away. But his chest is still heaving and he’s not sure he can stand.

Audrey turns, head pressed back against a flattened pillow, breath coming in stuttering gasps.

She’s still reeling.

Frankie fits against her side, running a wide palm over her stomach before wrapping his arm around her—anchoring her—sucking open-mouthed kisses into the skin of her shoulder. She tips her head, pressing her nose and lips to sweat-damp scalp before he shifts to meet her eyes.

“Hi,” he whispers against her lips.

“Hi,” she sighs back with a smile.

Language passes between them in half-finished, panted sentences complete with fully formed understanding.

“Was that…?”

“Amazing. But I really have to…”

“Yeah…”

He sits up with her, knuckes stroking her back before she stands on limbs she doesn’t quite trust, a strong arm catching her around the middle when she falters a hair.

She returns from the bathroom and he leaves for it, pausing as they pass in the hallway.

Allowing fingers to skim over the curve of her ass.

To dance over the soft swell of his waist.

To allow lips and tongues to meet.

He finds her in bed on her stomach when he returns, rumpled sheets slung low over her hips, arm wrapped around a pillow. She hums when his body heat returns to her.

Frankie can’t keep his hands from her skin.

She’s done away with her bra now and he runs his palm over the bare expanse of her back, slipping under the sheet and up again. His fingers curve over her shoulder then brush mussed curls from the nape of her neck.

He maps every feature and commits it to memory with the hope that he will traverse it again some day.

He locks the sweat-salt taste away under his tongue in case he doesn’t.

“You sure I didn’t hurt you?” He whispers.

“Quite the opposite, Francisco.”

Her voice is already thick with sleep.

Sated.

He cranes to lay kisses over the “m” with a devil’s tail inked at the top of her spine, noting how it sends the smallest jolt through her before she arches against him.

Fingers move feather-light to trace the antlers of a moose tattooed on her shoulder and it sends a chill racing across her skin.

“Don’t want to leave,” Frankie trails his nose across the span of her before dropping kisses down her vertebrae.

“Then don’t.”

“I have to.”

“Then go.”

He skates a hand down over the curve of her ass and squeezes before fingertips skip up into the dip of her back, idly fitting his thumb into one of the dimples there and settling against her hip, encouraging her over. Their mouths fit together again, Frankie’s lazy tongue lapping against hers.

“Thank you,” he breaks the kiss and breathes against her mouth, forehead pressed against hers.

She smiles.

“Go, Frankie.”

And he understands.

Understands that if he stays, he can’t say he’ll ever leave.

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There’s a grin that he can’t wipe from his face in the time it takes to walk back to their shitty hotel.

It’s nearly five in the morning when Frankie finally slinks back into the room, first rays of morning just beginning to lend shades of grey to the palate.

He latches the deadbolt with little more than a whisper. Manages to get his boots off just as quietly.

He doesn’t want Santi polluting what’s running through his veins.

Whatever it is that's pooling languidly in his belly.

Doesn’t want to hear anything but the sound of her moans still echoing in his ears.

“You two kiss and make up?” Pope says from face down on the bed nearest the door.

Like nails against fucking slate.

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s all good.”

Santi reaches to flip the reading light on, dark eyes tracking Fish around the room. “You fuck her?” His tone is more impishly curious than accusatory.

“Go back to sleep, Pope.” He shucks off his jeans and t-shirt, leaving both in a pile at the foot of his bed.

But that damn smile is back. Pulling at the corners of his mouth.

Santi’s not going to let that go.

“Heeeyyy Big Dick Morales got some!”

“Oh god no, don’t bring that back,” he tosses his phone on the nightstand, turning down the bedspread, biting his bottom lip to keep from grinning.

“You needed that, man. You’ve been a fuckin' live wire for months. Needed someone to zero out your brain. Look at you, can’t keep the fuckin’ smile off your face. Coming in here like the goddamn cat that got the cream.”

He’s not gonna touch that one.

“How many times?”

“Go the fuck back to sleep, Pope.” Frankie reaches to flip the light off and turns over in an attempt to block Santi out.

“Well your back looks like a fuckin’ Jackson Pollock, so. Congrats.”

And Frankie allows himself a full smile before sleep takes him.

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ghostbroccoli · 1 year

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Katsuki Bakugo x reader (Angst and comfort for accidentally injuring reader.)

Hello @stxrmylxve I'm responding to your comment about a minific about this. And I finished it. I hope it's enjoyable or comforting.(I just started writing a couple years ago but I wasn't spending a lot of my time writing)

You and Bakugo work as heros but your work is separate from the each others. Occasionally you and him have team-up missions.One day you got home early from work and were waiting for bakugo to come home. You had a feeling that today was going to be a hard and shitty day for him so you decided to cook him some of his favorite food. A couple hours after you finished and were setting the table, he slams the door open obviously annoyed and slams it shut before angrily taking off his shoes. You stop setting the table to go see what was wrong and to ask about his day. When you go to do so he walks past you with a deep glare on his face as he heads to the bed room to get changed and to decompress(relax). You follow him in there to go help him decompress but before you could enter the room he says "leave him alone." He said more like a warning, a beg to leave him be so he wouldn't get mad. Although you knew it was a warning your stubbornness to help your partner was to strong to leave him alone so you persisted. You walked over to him and sat on the bed starting to massage his back. He got annoyed. Then growled at you to "stop" before he stood up and walked out of the room. You were puzzled as to why he was avoiding you. You followed him and you continued to try to ask him about his day. Eventually he snapped "WHAT BY 'LEAVE ME ALONE' DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND!" He yelled. You shrank back in fear but knew you had to be strong, so you yelled back at him. "WELL SORRY FOR CARING ABOUT HOW MY PARTNER'S DAY WENT!" He was trying to avoid this that's why he was avoiding you so it wouldn't result in an argument. "WELL MAYBE I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT MY SHITTY ASS DAY! He yelled in return. This went on for hours til eventually you accidentally slapped him to get him to shut up. He got pissed. He slapped you back way harder than you had slapped him. Before you could retailiate he grabbed your wrist while unconsciously activating his quirk leading to your wrist to start burning. "Ow shit Katsu you're burning me." Managed to get out while screaming in pain. He eventually realized he was hurting you and pushed you away from him. He looked down at his hands like he was a monster that had hurt the one that he loved all because he was to weak to talk about his day. To vent. He didn't want it to go this way. He was too afraid to look you in the eyes but he built up the courage to take accountability for his actions. When he looked up to make eye contact with you he could see tears streaming down your face as you held your wrist that had severe burn marks on it. He tried to get close to you but you backed away in fear. He had tears at the brim of his eyes. He was so sorry but he didn't know if you were going to willing to accept his apology. "I-I'm so sorry this is all my fault. I should have let you help me. I should have talked to you. I shouldn't have been so weak." He said his voice more of a whisper. You eventually walked slowly towards him giving him a hug. "And I'm sorry for being to stubborn to leave you alone. I just wanted to help make your day better." You whispered in response. He held you close to his chest scared that he might lose you. He released you from the hug and head to the bathroom to get the first aid kit to deal with your burns. He put ointment on it and bandaged it up for you. And for the rest of the night he kept you close to him. Peppering you with kisses and showering you with affection. You both fell asleep cuddling on the couch while watching one of your favorite TV shows.

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That poll is so hard to vote for cause on one hand, it feels like Tiff would fit the best because of her incredibly unreliable narration matching Ted's while it would still be a subversion of the original because of the reason why she's unreliable(rose tinted glasses and extreme devotion to BE as opposed to the stuff Ted's got going on) and her pov on and relationship with BE would just be so fun to see explored and the horror of the situation being a subtle thing thats swept under the rug could be so cool.

But on the other, Evan would also kinda match with the original due to his open emotional distance and disconnect from the girls, AND it would bring a lot of fun, fresh stuff! Seems like Evan is the one who pays most attention to AM, and seeing what's happening there from his pov would be so interesting! He, just like Ellen if she would've narrated could bring up how things like being the only one of the opposite sex and gender in the group and (from what we know from the short story at least) only dark skinned person would like.. idk change perspectives on things?? I'd also love to find out more about him!

Oh, not to mention Naomi!! Having narration that is pretty damn reliable would make worldbuilding and exploration much easier and she's also got that disconnect due to her age and crystal clear memory, being able to see things as they are and were could be really refreshing in a ihnmaims universe and i really want to know what her whole deal is! Being born toward the end of the war must've made quite a difference to how a person would process everything, Ted's whole "I'm youngest so my experience is different because i barely had time to live as an adult before the nukes" wouldn't have shit on someone who wasn't even like... done w puberty.

Ooooh they'd all make for such fun narrators 😭 It's really too bad that writing takes so much time and effort or it would've been amazing to see all three's povs! I still don't know what to vote for or how the results are looking so far but im really looking forward to seeing what the results will lead to!

Maybe you have a character you have the most ideas for or would like to write most? Cause if so, that'd def help me choose what to vote.

Sorry for the wall of text(would you believe me if i said i wanted to write more? This is me trying to show restraint, didn't even write about the potential AM could have as a narrator), and i hope you have a good day!

Okay so first off, I love-love-love this response. You have such fun perspectives on these silly little au characters of mine and it makes me a little sad that you didn’t write anymore cause I definitely would have read it, especially what you were thinking about what an interesting narrator AM could be.

As to which character I have the most ideas for, is such a difficult thing to answer cause well I have so-so many. But I do want to put them out there for you so here they are:

Tiffany: narration wise, I imagine the stuff she says can and does come across as nonsensical and border line trigger happy, however sometimes she occasionally lets something slip that clues into her true feelings and that a part of her may indeed be aware of the gravity of the groups situation, however she shuts it down as she has severe attachment issues and cannot fathom how she could possibly survive without BE. Another thing I pictured is that she very often quotes the bible and other religious texts, as BE doesn’t present herself as machine and genuinely as a divine entity. I also have been toying with a scene similar to the one in the radio drama, where AM is talking to Ted about bumblebees and getting high r something. Where it is set up as the reverse. BE showing Tiff the horrors of what the radiation and world has come to (in a way that is seriously deceptive) and claiming that all she has to do is snap her fingers for it to return. It would definitely read as a story where there is total tonal whiplash from one scene to the next, so that is something to consider.

Evan: I have come up with so many pasts for all these survivors before they were “rescued” by BE, however one thing to note is that I don’t really think of these characters as just “genderbent versions of the originals”. Evan is one of the key examples of this, as in this au he is technically the original Ellen’s older brother, however he left home when she was around 12-13ish, as he didn’t like the life, college and job his family set out and tried to push him into. Unlike Ellen who was a successful engineer, who may have been a hopeless romantic based on the original text. Evan was and very much still is kind of a massive party animal. I picture him very punk but like the old kind of punk. Like he was the kind of guy to go motorcycling around the country (even into war-devastated bits, cause it was a thrill), he went to underground clubs and concerts, and sure as heck slept around and had no shame in it (both women and men if you are curious). He doesn’t want to get sentimental, he wants to live his life on the edge and BE doesn’t allow that. He constantly tries to upset her, get some kind of intense reaction from her. He tries to escape, he kicks and tries to tear open parts of her internal network. This man has tried to kill Gloria (Gloria kind of deserves it thou) and the only reactions he gets from BE is her finding him cute, amusing, or as if he just needs to be put in a corner to calm down for a bit. Truthfully he is someone who just wants to go back and experience life again, recognising that BE’s utopia isn’t living and refusing to buy into it.

Naomi: I won’t lie, Nimdok is so boring in the og story, and they definitely tried to do “something” with him in the game. I don’t like it, again different ramble. So like Evan, she is a different person. Like you said she has barely started puberty and because of BE neither her body or even her mind has really aged in anyway and she is horribly aware of this. Due to the war she has had her childhood taken from her, but now because of BE she shall never experience adulthood or growing up. Her memory hardly anything particularly helpful. She remembers exactly what BE did to the others when they first got brought to the compound, she has seen what goes down in the labs, she knows what pills are and aren’t sleeping pills, developing a habit where she will pretend to take one and spit it out if she is able to. As stated in the survivors master post, she knows BE’s blind spots and will often go there on her own. Not really to do anything, just kind of sit around. Further more, she and Evan have a way of communicating, number of blinks, which fingers moved when you spoke to them, that kind of stuff. Still she doesn’t want to escape, she knows she’ll die if she does, generally she acts more like a mediator in the group. As a narrator, I did have this idea for a few odd habits she has learned over the years. Example is that she constantly counting, time and routine is import to her, as she notices when something is wrong and that freaks her out. She also has this habit of just staring at the others for very long periods of time, especially Gloria. She clearly remembers seeing her on tv during her old life, and also remembers how she attacked her when Naomi attempted to mention it to Gloria.

Writing does take so much effort, especially for me, cause truthfully I’m always jumping back and forth on what I’m working on. On top of this au and the fic, I’m also in the process of finishing the final script and sketches for a different web comic I’ve been planning for a while, as well as a completely unrelated world building project that I’ve been at for two years now. Anyhow!! Tell me more please

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*runs in* i had a thought ‼️‼️ francis wilkerson. you two kick shit up before military school, being devious little creatures while dating. and then after he leaves military school, you two go to work at the grotto and start to settle into a nice and calmer life together *runs away*

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A/N: modern au. au where francis doesn’t emancipate himself so he graduates at Marlin Academy. I just feel like it would make less of a plothole doing that instead of getting rid of piama or not having him go to alaska. I wouldn’t know what i’d make him do instead of working in alaska, but piama is kind of the reason francis ends up going from alaska to the grotto. Also warning for a lil nsfw/suggestive, but its only one part

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Lois probably hated you lol

You were a troublemaker who helped her biggest troublemaker cause even more trouble

Even if you occasionally behaved better than Francis, you still weren’t a good influence

“I dunno, Francis.” You said, watching the piercer mark up your boyfriend’s face. “Your mom said that if you did this, she was gonna send you to military school. In Alabama.”

“Don’t worry, babe, she’s bluffing,” Francis muttered, trying to keep still.

“When you have to get up at six in the morning every day to do push-ups or whatever it is they do over there, don’t come crying to me.”

There was a brief pause before Francis answered where you watched the piercer put the needle through one of his nostrils. You winced at the sight, but your boyfriend didn’t seem affected much.

“Who am I supposed to go to to complain about my life?” Francis asked.

“Your mom? You complain to her about everything else.”

Francis laughed, and soon, a comfortable silence fell over the room while the piercer prepped a new needle.

“Hey, do you wanna get matching piercings?”

Safe to say, Francis got sent to military school

You were obviously both devastated and not surprised

He spends a lot of his phone calls on you

Another reason for Lois not to like you, because he usually racks up their phone bill because he wants to talk to you

But at the same time, your calls kept him motivated to stay on track with schoolwork

“Is the answer…” Francis trailed off, wondering if he should actually think or just guess. “B?”

“Wrong.”

“C!”

“Wrong.”

“A!”

“Even more wrong.” Francis groaned, throwing his head back in frustration as you laughed on the other side of the screen. “Next one.”

Francis sighed, looking back down at his practice quiz.

“How many bones are in the human body?” He read, scratching his head. He looked up at his computer just to see you looking back at him expectantly. “Two hundred and… six?”

“Ding ding ding!” You grinned, sitting back in your seat. Your hands reached down to the hem of your shirt, slowly pulling it up and over your head.

Francis was glad his roommate was in the rec room.

When he thinks about getting emancipated and going to Alaska, everyone’s pretty much against it

Except for Eric, since he gave Francis the idea

But you’re the only one Francis really listened to about how he’d probably ruin his life if he did it

This definitely warmed Lois up to you a bit more

At least to the point of being able to sit through Francis’ graduation together

“Move in a little closer.” Lois directed, waving her hands around as if to show you where to go. “Francis, lift your hand a little higher. Not that high!”

You and Francis snickered, finally posing in a way Lois liked so Hal could finally snap some pictures.

“So, how was sitting next to my mom the entire time?” Francis whispered to you.

“Not too bad, actually. I think she’s still riding the high of you not failing out of school.”

Now that both of you are out of school, you had to figure out what to do after

Francis knew he wanted to be as far away from his mom as possible

You weren’t opposed to exploring new places, so the two of you packed up and just started driving

Eventually, you found Gretchen, Otto, and the Grotto

“So, what’s your day looking like today?” You asked as you and Francis made your bed one morning.

“Just the usual stuff,” he replied, fluffing the pillows. “Few horse rides, gotta fix a fence, look after the stables.” Francis rounded the bed to reach you, looping his arms around your waist and pulling your back to his front. “But Otto gave us the evening off, so after six, I was thinking we’d grab some dinner and drive out to one of the viewpoints nearby.”

“Ooh.” You cooed, liking the idea. “Sounds wonderful.”

“After work, dress up a little,” Francis said, kissing your cheek before letting you go. “Trust me.”

“Is there some kind of surprise or something?” You asked. The two of you stepped out of your little apartment room at the Grotto, heading to the front office where you worked every morning.

“I’m not gonna spoil anything.” He smiled, secretly playing with the small box in his pocket that held a diamond ring. “But you’ll definitely be surprised.”

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