#I just want to be held softly and just tucked away from reality for a bit
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The Arrangement | "Like this, Daddy?"
Based on reader requests - was unable to find the original request but I know a lot of y'all really wanted this one. Enjoy!
Summary: Harry wants to make a cute video of Y/n stripping for him but it quickly turns into a sex tape.
Word Count: 3.4k
Warning: 18+ only, NSFW, smut, sex tape stuff
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“Want to make a little video of you. How’s that sound?” Harry said as Y/n looked down at the pretty lacy nighty set he’d just gifted her. She was used to him buying her things but this little gift with silk and lace and bows was super sexy and feminine and exactly something she’d love to have.
Looking up at him with rounded eyes she smiled, “Anything you want, Daddy. Is this for the video?” She asked as she lifted the lingerie upward.
Harry brushed his fingers over the material and nodded, “If you want. You’ll be the star so you can decide what you’d like to wear or not wear.”
Looking over the delicate fabric she nodded and bit her lip, “I’ll go change. I really like this. Think it’ll be really pretty for a video.”
It was stunning. When she slid it up her hips and tucked her breasts into the flimsy lace she looked at herself in the mirror and grinned. It really was lovely. She imagined that the lingerie was very expensive. Nothing she could ever afford. But of course, nothing Harry bought her was in her price range.
The moment she walked into the bedroom, dawning the sexy lacy set and a pair of sleek black heels, Harry already had his cellphone recording and the lights dimmed. He was sitting on a chair with his legs spread and watching her as she stepped in closer.
She’d never done anything like it before. Being recorded was nerve-wracking. She wasn’t sure how to act or what to do as she stopped and stood just feet from her lover.
“What should I do?” She asked shyly as she brushed her hands over her sides and looked down at herself.
“Show Daddy how you touch yourself, baby. Use that chair next to you if you want to sit or bend yourself over it. Show me what a good girl does for her daddy.”
Harry was already aching for her. He’d been gone at work all day and had missed her. The vintage lingerie set that he bought her last week finally came in that afternoon and seeing it hidden away in the box under his desk had him imagining what she might look like in it all day. But what he imagined hadn’t even been close to reality. The way it fit over her curves made it look like it’d been tailored for her. Her breasts were held in as the lace softly stretched over her skin and her nipples were visible through the thin fabric. Tiny bows on either hip that dangled silk over her smooth skin. She looked edible.
She smiled and rubbed her hands over her breasts first. She felt her soft tits under the fabric and pressed her nipples through the lace to get them hard as she watched Harry. Moving her hips a little she laughed in embarrassment at herself as she lowered her hands over her stomach and to her hips. She felt silly. She wasn’t a good dancer in any setting but trying to do some sort of strip dance while being recorded? In front of Harry?
Harry had a serious expression on his face though as he turned on a sexy song for her to dance to, “You’re doing so well, baby. Look at how pretty you are for Daddy. Like a little present with lace on top and little bows on your hips. Keep going, honey.”
The music gave her something to move to so she swayed her hips a little more as she continued feeling the fabric under her palms. She kept her eyes on Harry’s, wanting him to give her cues but he was silent as he watched her. She decided to lift her arms upward and spin. She spun slowly and kept her neck turned so she could see Harry and when she saw him lick his lips and his eyes drag down her frame to her hips and her waist she felt like that was a good sign.
She bent herself down, slowly pushing her bottom out and lowering her hands to her ankles before attempting to sensually pull herself upright again. Her rhythm had never been great but she was doing her best to move to the slow and sexy beat.
Placing her hands on the chair she arched her back and wiggled her tush a little as Harry’s expression turned a little darker. He looked like he was getting turned on and that really had her tummy bubbling with excitement.
“You’re a natural, Y/n. So fucking gorgeous for Daddy. Keep going, baby. I wanna see you get a little nasty.”
She knew her face was hot and her ears were on fire. Her nerves were peaking but she felt like he was enjoying what he was seeing based on the way he was looking at her. And if that didn’t give it away, the bulge at his crotch was a good indicator.
She put her pointer and middle finger in her mouth, using her tongue to swipe up and down her digits as she sat down in the chair across from Harry. Spreading her legs apart she watched as he angled his cell phone toward her and she pulled her wet fingers out of her mouth, “Like this, Daddy?” She lowered her left hand down between her thighs and pressed her wetted fingers over the thin material at her crotch. She continued rocking lightly to the music as she gazed into Harry’s eyes and bit her lip.
Harry watched as she toyed with herself over the fabric of her lingerie and he was nearly bursting from his pants. He loved how sweet and shy she acted but he knew she could be absolutely filthy if she wanted to, “Bring your other hand up and play with your tits too. They look like they need some attention.” He directed.
She was thankful he told her. She preferred to be given directions and now she at least knew for sure he wanted to see her play with her breasts.
Touching the fabric over her boobs she poked one finger under the lace and brushed over her nipple as she continued circling over the fabric at her crotch with her other hand.
Harry pressed over his erection as he watched his girl do her thing. She was adorable but he could tell she was finally getting worked up, “Don’t stop touching yourself until it’s all wet. Want you to show Daddy how wet you can get.”
Y/n let out a deep breath and nodded as she continued fingering over her nipples and rubbing the warm spot between her legs.
“Daddy, want to touch it. Under this. Can I?” She poked her finger along the inside edge of her panties close to her pussy.
“Yes, baby. Pull it to the side. Let’s have a look at Daddy’s sweet little cunt.”
She pulled at the material and pushed it to the side, exposing her pussy to Harry and his camera. Spreading her legs further she leaned back and swayed her neck as she rubbed herself, “It’s getting wet for you Daddy. Just like you like.” She lifted her fingers and puffed a small laugh, “See?”
Harry groaned and undid his pants to let his cock have a bit more space. He was going to lose it. Yes, she was adorable, but she was a vixen and she knew what she was doing.
When the material of her panties was all wet and her soft panting had her chest rising and falling she began to pull at the lace over her breasts and bring her tits out, “Want you to see how hard my nipples are.”
Harry leaned forward and examined her body as her breasts bounced free from the top of the night set, “Now that your pussy’s all messy, want to see you dance a little baby. Start taking off your lingerie one piece at a time.”
Y/n moaned as she removed her hand from her pussy and stood up with a grin. Harry’s hard cock and his parted lips and dark eyes told her what she needed to know. He loved what he saw and her confidence to keep going was spurred.
The top part of the lingerie was unhooked and pulled off as she moved with the music and then she turned around so her bottom was aimed at Harry as she bent and looked over her shoulder, “Watch this Daddy.”
Harry was watching all right. That was never going to be an issue. He’d kept his eyes on her body the entire time, “Oh baby. You’re such a sweet girl with your ass in the air for Daddy like that. Can you stick your fingers inside your wet hole for me? Want to see you finger yourself like this.”
She grasped onto the chair and pulled the fabric away from her crotch again. It was soaked through. She kept her head turned so she could watch Harry as she brought her hand around her bottom and spread her legs, pushing two fingers into her pussy for the camera, “Feels good, Daddy. Wish it was your fingers inside of me.” She panted her words.
She arched her back further as she continued thrusting her fingers and keeping her eyes on Harry. The angle was perfect. Her backside was bare to him, the fabric pushed over so he could see everything, wet and puffy with her fingers stuffed into herself. Her tits swayed as she rocked herself to the beat and her high heels made her look extra slutty.
“Now turn to face the camera again. Want to see your perfect breasts.”
She pulled her hand away and stood as she turned and gyrated her hips and squeezed her tits together, “You like it, Daddy? Is it a good video?”
Harry nodded, “Very good. How would you feel about me fucking you and recording it? I promise no one will ever see it but us.” He hadn’t intended on it, but now that he had started it he figured why the hell not?
She would say yes to anything he wanted. She never questioned his decisions, “I like that if you want it. Want you to fuck me, Daddy.”
Harry groaned and let out a laugh, “In due time. Pull the rest of that off, baby. Keep your heels on, though.”
Her hips moved slowly as she pushed her fingers into the band of her bottoms and began to pull them down her legs, still attempting to keep up with the beat.
Harry stood up and held the phone out so he could capture everything, “Let’s have a little smoke, and then I’m gonna set this up and fuck you. Keep dancing baby.”
Lighting up a joint after he propped his phone up to record Y/n as she danced he took a puff and then handed it to her.
Taking it between her fingers she drew in a breath of the cannabis and continued dancing slowly wearing only her high heels. One hand she used to run over her curves, feel over her breasts, and down to her tummy while she inhaled and then blew out the smoke from her lips.
Harry took the joint from her to let her get back into the little strip tease she began doing.
“My pretty girl. Who’s girl are you baby?”
Y/n looked at Harry and ran her hands upward and swung her hips, “I’m your girl, Daddy.”
His smile and the sultry gaze had Y/n feeling quite bold so she tilted her neck from side to side with the beat then pinched her boobs together, “Mmm… look, Daddy…” her moans were soft as she thumbed over her nipples and swayed, “So pretty for you. Am I pretty for you?”
Harry swallowed and nodded, “So pretty for Daddy, that’s right.” He sat down on the chair she was dancing next to as the camera kept recording, “Can you give me a lap dance? Want to see how filthy you can be.”
Wearing only her heels she looked at the camera and then climbed over his lap, facing him. Her drippy pussy was on display for the video as she gently moved her hips and Harry kept his hands on the arms of the chair.
She arched her back and sighed as she rolled her hips and tried to stay steady over him as well as she could.
“You can put your hands on my shoulders if you want. I’ll allow it.”
She quickly lowered her hands so she could stabilize herself as she rocked and swayed to the music, “Like it, Daddy? I’m a good girl for you aren’t I?”
Harry groped at her ass and pulled her down over him, her pussy pressed against the zipper of his pants, “My good girl. Does exactly what Daddy asks of her.”
She smiled and nodded as she rolled her hips over him. She knew she was wet but as she felt Harry’s zipper under her she gasped and looked down, “Oh no, Daddy. I’m getting your pants all wet.”
Harry was barely holding it together. He was ready to destroy her, “S’okay. Wouldn’t be the first time, would it? Can be washed. You’re just a dirty girl. Can’t help it when she’s messy.”
When she felt Harry pull her in closer she felt like her body was on fire. She knew he was going to be fucking her soon. His cock was hard and his eyes and irises were nearly fully covered by his pupils, “I’m so messy sometimes, Daddy,” she said as she began to climb off his lap and settle onto the floor between his legs. Turning around to look into the camera before looking back up at Harry she hesitantly put her hands up to his zipper, “Can I pull you out? Wanna suck on you so bad.”
The camera had the perfect angle of her taking him into her mouth as Harry struggled to keep his mind clear. He wanted to give her a taste but he really wanted fuck her brains out.
She took him down her throat as Harry pushed his hands into her hair and made her gurgle over him a few times before he lifted her up and stood from his spot and bent her over the chair, “Daddy needs to feel this pussy right now. Needs to fuck his little girl before he goes crazy. You did so good for me, baby.”
Harry watched the camera as he pushed himself into her tight, wet hole. She gasped and clung onto the chair as he stuffed into her, “Yesss… Daddy…”
Moans and grunts and slow, long thrusts started the scene. His sweet girl was only wearing heels as he was nearly fully clothed, his cock the only thing exposed to the camera as he started to work into her at a faster pace.
He pressed her down by the back of her neck, her face into the seat cushion of the chair with her mouth wide open. She could barely make a peep once he began to thud into her harder. The sturdy chair moved under their weight as each heavy plunge was given to her.
Harry kept one hand at her bottom, pulling her soft skin so he could watch his cock disappear into her slippery pussy over and over again. The camera was picking up the scene from the side and Harry knew his cock could be seen entering her pussy at the angle it was in. It was perfect for his own private collection.
When he spanked her bottom quickly she groaned and gasped, the first noises from her throat since he’d been inside of her and he smiled, “There you are. Wondered where your voice went. Little girl needs spankings to get her to speak up? Hm?”
She was being rocked and jolted at each of his harsh thrusts and her clit was rubbing hard over the fabric of the arm of the chair and it felt divine. Her eyes were rolled into the back of her head as she gurgled and tried to respond but her body was already sending her into an orgasm.
Harry coughed out a surprised laugh as he felt her clench and spasm over his cock and he closed his eyes as she came around him. It was the best feeling in the world to have Y/n’s pussy in orgasm while he was inside of her. There was nothing like it.
He landed another palm on her bottom as she began to come down and he pulled out, lifting her up gently. He wrapped his hands around her hair and pulled her back into his chest as he spoke into her ear, “On your knees for me little girl.”
Y/n clumsily got to her knees and turned to face Harry. She was a mess with drool on her face, palm prints on her backside, messy hair, and mascara down her cheeks. A gorgeous mess.
Harry grasped her hair into a makeshift ponytail and began to pump his cock in front of her face, “Open up wide and stick out that pretty tongue.”
She looked up at him in a daze as she opened her mouth and jutted her tongue out for him. She kept her hands behind her back, knowing that’s how he liked it. She only touched when he allowed her to.
The moment his warm, pink tip settled over her tongue she licked along the parts she could reach and moaned at the taste of his precome dripping. Harry continued stroking himself off, his slit in contact with her taste buds as he groaned at the sight, “My little fuck doll. Loves having Daddy’s cock in all her holes,” He pushed himself down into her throat in one swift motion and held her down on him as he continued, “Goddamn, baby. Always take it so well. So pretty when your mouth is stuffed and throat is gagging.”
He pulled back out as she gasped and kept her mouth wide open. She kept her eyes on his and slid her tongue out to reach for his pretty cock but with the way he was holding her hair she couldn’t move her head and Harry went back to stroking himself on her tongue.
He wanted to come inside of her pussy and show the camera the creampie and how cute she was dripping with him, but he also wanted to record himself coming on her face and her tits.
He felt his balls squeeze to his body as he moaned and felt his tummy swirl as his orgasm started to unfold.
Gonna cover you in my come, baby. Fuck, so pretty…” he pumped faster as his fingers tightened in her hair and he felt his legs quiver as he finally began to release.
The first pump of his come went into her mouth before he angled himself to spurt on her face and then her neck and to her tits. Harry’s groans and the sound of his palm stroking his cock, getting come all over his shaft as he poured himself all over her pretty skin was pornographic. He knew the video would be good for later. He’d have them watch it that night as he fucked her again before bed.
“Fuck, baby! God… ffffuuu…” his words were panted as he slowly came down and gently released her hair.
His chest heaved slightly as he caught his breath and grasped her chin, angling her face upward, “Time to lick Daddy’s cock clean, baby. Go on.”
Y/n got to it immediately, swiping her tongue over his shaft and down his balls and back upward, swallowing his come and her arousal, lapping at him like he was a lollipop.
“Mmmm…” she moaned as she looked up at him with her tongue roving over his skin.
“Yeah? Tastes good sweetheart? It’s cause your pussy was there too. Like how you taste don’t you?”
Y/n nodded as Harry backed away and tucked himself into his briefs. He bent down to his cute girl with his come all over her and swiped up a glob from her tits putting his fingers up to her mouth, “Taste.”
She happily opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around his fingers, licking those clean as well. Harry sighed and grinned, “Daddy’s dirty girl.”
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Cuddling HCs
TF141, LVQ, Valeria, Graves, Alex, Farah, Laswell and Nikolai, again. These are the last batch of HCs I have written out for now. I do have two stories written out, one for Ghost and one for Graves, but I'm not sure I should post those. Anyway, for the most part these are sleepy cuddles, I suppose. Very self-indulgent, but that's what writing something like this is in general. SFW and gender neutral, as per usual.
Price: He’s a captain, so naturally he loves being the one to hold you, doesn’t matter if you’re spooning or you’re safely tucked away under his chin. Of course, he’s the big, strong man in whatever your relationship may be, so he just wants to protect you. He’s so used to taking care of others and making sure they’re alright, that it comes second nature to him to try and make you feel safe too. If you ever suggested him being the one to be held he’d smile, almost laugh, at the idea, thinking it to be rather silly. But when he’s in your arms for once? He gets very comfortable and sleepy, it never occurred to him that being cuddled would be so nice. He has no qualms about asking you to hold him either, he knows you understand.
Gaz: Such a cuddlebug, honestly. You wanna hold him? You wanna be held by him? Either is fine, as long as you switch it up from time to time. Becomes especially cuddly if he’s tired, that’s when he’d love to simply grab you and lie down for the night with you. Even just a nap is alright, in spite of him not taking them very often. Loves putting his head on your chest, something about hearing a loved one’s heartbeat is just so calming to him. Every time you’re cuddling he simply closes his eyes and there’s a chance he might just fall asleep. While he might be willing to engage in conversation while cuddling, don’t expect him to always respond with full sentences, sometimes he’ll barely even hear you with how relaxed he is. Doesn’t have an iron grip on you, but it will tighten for a moment when you try to get up. That’s when he snaps back to reality and needs to remember where he is for a moment.
Ghost: This guy is actually so touch-starved, but he’d rather do anything else than admit it as he’s afraid of becoming too much. Give him a taste of what a good cuddle session is like, he’ll think about it constantly. The first few times will be him holding you only. After that? You may request holding him, if you ask him a few times he’ll crumble eventually. It’s one thing to hold someone, because if you do it right then they can’t hurt you. But being held? Being spooned, cradled or given affection otherwise? He actually becomes so soft. If you gently rub his back or run your hand over his skin otherwise you can get him to fall asleep and snore softly. Doesn’t move in his sleep but good luck trying to get out of his grasp. If it’s you he’ll try to not have an iron grip and hurt you, but it’s not exactly something he can control either when he’s asleep.
Soap: Despite being open to either, he prefers being the one to hold you. It makes him feel more masculine, but that’s what he tells himself. In reality he simply sleeps more easily holding something, or someone. When he falls asleep holding you, you can actually watch his facial expression be relaxed, his mouth somewhat curving upwards too. Nuzzles into you like there’s no tomorrow, either that or he’s nestling into you like a dog or cat moving the blanket to make it just that bit more comfortable. Sleepy talks are a given for him, he loves hearing about anything and everything as he takes in your warmth. In return, he’ll tell you about how he convinced Gaz he stepped on a ladybug, when it was really just a red Skittles. If you’re spooning and he’s feeling a little bit mischievous he might graze your tummy with his hands to make you giggle.
Alejandro: He has a high rank, but he’s aware of how cathartic being held can be. Thus he’s not above asking you for some cuddles. If neither of you have anything important going on, he might just pick you up and carry you to the nearest soft surface. Loves gently scratching your scalp and feel you melt under his touch, especially if you only respond to him via humming after some time. He slightly prefers holding over being held, but on a bad day he loves nothing more than to have you run your fingers through his hair instead. If you’re lying on a bed together then he loves facing you, whoever moves first to hold the other gets to be the bigger person for the time being. Very much a talker before sleepy time, he has so much to tell you about. Besides, hearing your voice heals his soul just as much as being physically close to you.
Rodolfo: He’s more inclined to admit he’s touch-starved than Ghost, but he feels a bit embarrassed to do that. Likes holding you, but if he could choose, then he’d choose to be held every single time. There’s just something so nice about not having to worry about a thing, about being the one who gets protected for once. Trust me when I say that if something were to happen he’s the first one to jump into action, he can be quite ruthless, but putting your trust into someone else, difficult as it may be, really pays off when you have found the right person. However, even if you just hold his hand while you’re lying next to each other, he’s quite content. Not much of a talker, plus he gets a bit self-conscious as well. He’s a sergeant major, that’s not too low of a rank, should he really be the one to get treated like this? Pull him close to you and reassure him that you love any sort of cuddling with him from time to time and he’ll be very happy, though.
Valeria: Much like a hug from her, it’s hard to get her to cuddle you. She’s not entirely opposed to it after a lot of time has passed, but she will be cautious. Even then, she’ll, for the most part, only agree to spooning, but she will absolutely never be the smaller spoon. It doesn’t matter how awful she feels, she’ll never be comfortable in that position. She doesn’t have the most time for that sort of thing either, something always comes up and she can barely get any rest. While she likely won’t fall asleep cuddling someone, what you can do to ease her nerves is give her a plushie. She’ll scoff and make fun of it, but she appreciates it. Hell, from time to time she’ll fall asleep cuddling it and think of you. As much as she hates to admit it, if she’s had it for long enough she’ll grow a bit softer around you and give just the tiniest amount of more physical affection. Don’t mention it, though. She’s aware, but she can’t particularly help it.
Graves: Another guy who prefers holding. However, it’s much harder to get him to be the one being held. He has too much pride for that sort of thing. Yes, he dishes out physical affection like it’s nothing, but he’s rarely on the receiving end, especially for something along the lines of cuddling. And yes, that is because of his own doing. If you beg and plead enough, though, he might let you. Feels pretty indifferent to being held, but if it makes you truly happy he can indulge you once or twice. But be aware, the second he can, he will switch it around so you’re being held again. You can fight all you want, even when he’s tired it’ll likely be a losing battle for you. Not too much of a talker when he’s about to sleep, but he’s more than happy to listen to you talk about whatever is on your mind. Loves having you bury your face in your chest and fall asleep like that, like Soap, it makes him feel very manly and needed.
Alex: It doesn’t matter to him which way you want it, he’s happy with any position and any role. Hell, he’s a true switch at heart when it comes to something like this. Loves just coming up to you and putting his arms around you. And if either of you are tired the chances of that happening increase exponentially. Nuzzles into you, adjusts himself so both of you are comfortable, might hum a small melody as well. Latter is something he sort of just picked up from Farah, but he likes the idea of humming a small tune to make you relax. Not too much of a talker, he just gets sleepy when he gets to cuddle you. If it isn’t too hot then you can expect him to grab a fluffy blanket and put it over the two of you, even if he doesn’t want to let you go. Nothing beats holding a loved one and hearing them talk about anything and everything while under a comfortable blanket.
Farah: Gives off the impression that she prefers to do the holding, loves being held just as much. It grounds her and reminds her of her cause. As mentioned, she might hum a tune when she’s very comfortable, or when she wants to calm you down. During night time, there’s a chance she might become just a tad more melancholic, but it won’t deter her from sleeping. She does sleep especially well if the both of you are cuddling. If she trusts you enough she can go any way with cuddling as well. Her and Alex seem to influence each other quite a bit. While she may not have the most time to cuddle with you, she does like to do so whenever she can, it reminds her of some good, gone-by times. Despite not liking to dwell too much on the past, there’s nothing wrong with remembering the nice things that have happened. Life can’t always be suffering.
Laswell: Not always too big on cuddling, but she does like it from time to time. When she’s had a rough and exhausting day, nothing beats holding a loved one under the covers. It’s those days that she sort of does think about being held from time to time, putting her head on your chest. Her job is rough, so having someone and something to do to decompress is a pleasant change of pace. Cuddles are infrequent, mostly because of her job requiring her to be everywhere at once, but it’s worth it when she does have the time. Not much of a talker when she’s just about to fall asleep, but doesn’t mind you talking either. She especially loves it when you tell her a funny anecdote or a joke, it’s something soft and easy to drift off to sleep to. Her brain goes haywire, even in her sleep, but when she falls asleep cuddling you then she dreams about you very often too.
Nikolai: You’d need to be especially close for some cuddles, but once you are, then you can just go for it. As long as he isn’t busy and you aren’t in public you can just walk up to him and wrap your arms around him. If you drag him onto a couch, a bed or any other soft surface he’ll just let you. It’s a bit funny to him, he lets you do just about anything, you get away with so much, even though, if he really wanted to, he could eliminate you in just about every way possible. Loves cradling your head and pressing it to his chest. More of a cuddler, but if you ask to hold him, you may. Takes a while to fall asleep, but if you’re awake to hear it, you can hear him slip up from time to time. In the linguistic sense. He knows eight languages, it’s not gonna get more coherent when he’s about to doze off. His grip, however, does not falter when he’s asleep. Once you’re stuck, you’re stuck with him and you won’t get out of his grasp until he wakes up again.
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🩸killer date: yang jungwon
a vampires bleeding series: one / seven
pairing: jungwon x afab!reader
word count: 4.2k
synopsis: your date with a cute stranger takes a different turn when you find out your date is anything but human and came with some unexpected dangers...
genre: strangers to lovers, vampire!jungwon, human!reader, fluff, some angst
warnings: mentions of blood, swearing, super cute wonnie ♡
☾ jungwon(1) | jay(2) | jake(3) | sunghoon(4) | sunoo(5) | niki(6) | heeseung(7) ☽
You watched the water drip down your glass. The candle in the middle of the table was losing its light, and the stares you continued to get from the families and couples in the restaurant felt never-ending.
You checked your phone for the time, your date was now forty-five minutes late.
The thought of how you even got yourself into this situation keeps replaying in your head, your face flushing in embarrassment each time.
You practically almost tumbled over him in the middle of the grocery store dropping the carton of eggs all down his clothes.
You covered your face with your hands, trying to hide the embarrassment from the other people in the restaurant.
The loud sound of a bike pulled up. The familiar red sends comfort to you. He finally showed up.
You watched as he pulled the helmet off his head, sending his fingers through his hair, and slicking it back.
The sound of your heartbeat filled your ears. He was so much more attractive in the all-black leather outfit and his beautiful dark hair being slicked back.
When you first met him earlier that morning, he looked as if he just rolled out of bed, with black hair messy, sweat pants, a white t-shirt with some red stains on it, and a brown jacket. Oh but god he caught your attention with his soft smile.
You couldn’t apologize enough for breaking all your eggs on his clothing all because you tripped over your own feet.
Thank god he found you cute, immediately introducing himself and asking you out to make up for ruining his clothes.
You obviously couldn’t decline, not just because you felt terrible but also because he made your heart flutter so hard.
He walked inside the restaurant, his doe eyes searching for you.
You lifted your hand, slowly catching his attention.
The biggest smile formed on his face as he quickly made his way to your table.
“Nice to see you again, Y/N,” your name rolls so sweetly from his lips, “You look beautiful.”
You glanced down at your outfit. It wasn’t anything special, just a really nice pink silk top you stole from your best friend, a black skirt, and black tights underneath with your favorite combat boots.
“I feel very underdressed,” you blushed, “This restaurant was a lot nicer than you described, Jungwon.”
Jungwon chuckled, “I’m not dressed too fancy either, but who cares? You’re beautiful and that’s all that matters.”
This man already had stolen your heart. You literally wanted to just jump across this table and plant a kiss on his soft lips.
“And I apologize for being late,” his apology snaps you back to reality, “Something came up and…I didn’t realize how late I actually was.”
You gave him a small smile, “No it’s fine, I promise!”
He smiled back at you. You couldn’t get enough of his lips. Your eyes are always darting to them.
That’s when you noticed a small amount of red in the corner of his lip.
“Jungwon, are you bleeding?” You asked, pointing to the left corner of his mouth.
“Am I?”
You reached across the table with a napkin, ready to wipe the blood from his mouth.
Jungwon slid away, his hand softly grabbing your arm.
He noticed how this action startled you, “I’m sorry.”
You slowly sat back down in your seat. Jungwon’s hand still held onto your arm, his thumb slowly making circles around your wrist.
“It’s okay, it just startled me, is all.”
Jungwon nodded, his tongue reached the corner of his mouth, licking away the blood from his mouth.
His eyes dilated and tucked his lower lip between his teeth.
“Jungwon, is everything okay?” you couldn’t help but worry that something was wrong with your date, he seemed fine until you pointed out the blood, “did you get into a fight or something, and is that why you’re late?”
He smirked, “Something like that, I am okay, I promise. Let’s just enjoy our date, okay?”
All you could do was smile and nod.
The rest of the night went great. Jungwon made you feel things you never thought were possible.
His laugh is contagious. His smile made you smile. His warm hand with yours made you feel so safe.
“Are you sure you don’t want to take your food in a box or something? For leftovers?” You asked as you finished the rest of the food on your own plate, glancing at the half-eaten steak on his plate.
Jungwon nodded, taking a sip of his water, and cringed a bit, “I am sure. I more than likely wouldn’t eat it.”
You nodded, curious as to why this man seemed so mysterious but also so perfect all in one.
Maybe that’s the reason you’re so attracted to him. He's different and you just couldn’t point your finger on it.
Jungwon paid for the bill, taking your hand in his as he led you out of the restaurant.
“You need a ride home?” He asked, wrapping his leather jacket around your body to cover you from the October fall wind.
You looked down at his red motorbike, the thrill of him taking you home on his bike made your stomach do flips.
It was also better than calling a cab to drive you home.
“If you don’t mind,” you flirted with him, a big smile turning on his face.
Jungwon helped you on his bike, telling you to wrap your arms around him and keep your head on his back.
The wind blew through your hair and you couldn’t help but laugh.
Jungwon loved the warmth of your body against his back. The vibrations of your laughter made his heart race faster than what his bike was going.
“Want to see something?” he asked, and you nodded. Not wanting to leave him yet.
Jungwon pulled over on the side of the road, the loud engine of the bike going silent, your ears slightly ringing due to the loud noises finally gone.
He slid the helmet off his head, running his hands through his hair.
“Ready to get off?” he asked looking back at you.
You nodded, anxious to see what Jungwon had in store for the rest of the night.
He jumped off the bike first, holding his hands out to you.
You took them, sliding off the bike.
His smile warms your heart. You only have met him today but you would kill to keep that beautiful smile on his face.
“Jungwon, where are we?” you giggled, staring off into the forest behind him.
“It’s one of my favorite places, you can see the moon perfectly in this specific spot! You’ll love it, Y/N.”
Jungwon walked backward pulling you along with him.
You didn’t even think twice to follow this handsome stranger into the dark of the forest. But you trusted him. You couldn’t even begin to explain why, but you did.
“Jungwon, it’s so dark how can you see out here?” you laughed, trying to keep your balance while tip-toeing all the branches and leaves on the ground.
“I have crazy supervision, no lie.”
You rolled your eyes at his joke, “You Superman or something?”
“Or something.” Jungwon’s tone changed with those words, it felt as if it had some truth to it. You shrugged it off to him just trying to act serious.
You both approached a clearing, the moonlight shining perfectly onto the grassy floor.
“See here it is!” Jungwon pulled you faster, “You have to see the moon!”
Once you stepped into the clearing, you followed Jungwon’s movements and looked up at the sky.
It was a full moon, and he was right. It shined perfectly in this spot.
“It’s beautiful,” you looked over at him, his skin glowing heavenly against the moonlight, “it’s so so beautiful.”
“Isn’t it?” Jungwon glances down at you, “It’s definitely my favorite spot.”
“I can understand why.”
Jungwon turns to you, his hands finding your hips and pulling you closer to him. Your body touched, sending chills down your spine at the contact.
“It’s not as beautiful as you, Y/N.”
You laughed, “Please, nothing is more beaut-“
Jungwon cuts you off with his lips connecting to yours.
You kissed him back, breathing him in.
Jungwon releases the kiss, resting his forehead against yours, his eyes still closed.
“You’re beautiful. Don’t ever think twice about it.”
You nodded, staring at his lips, wanting to connect them with yours again.
On your tip toes, you reached for his lips but stopped at his next words.
“You tasted so good…” his voice was barely above a whisper, “so good.”
You take a step back from him, Jungwon finally opening his eyes.
You removed his hands from your body, taking more steps back.
“Who are you? WHAT are you?” you snapped.
Jungwon’s eyes were now crimson and glowed in the darkness.
“Don’t be silly, Y/N. I’m still Jungwon.”
You shook your head, “what happened to your eyes.”
Jungwon smirked, “Have you ever heard of stories about werewolves, sea monsters, fairies…vampires?”
You looked him up and down, and now everything made sense. The red stains on his shirt earlier this morning, the blood on the corner of his lips at the restaurant, him barely eating his food. How clearly he could see in the darkness, and now his crimson eyes.
“You’re a vampire.” your voice trembled.
Jungwon slowly nodded, “I was going to see how far I could take this before you found out,” he slid his hands into his pockets, glancing back up at the moon, “But you were just too perfect. Your blood boiled me to my core from the moment we met. I wanted it so bad.”
“Is that why you asked me out?” your whole body trembled. Your knees caved in and dropped to the ground. You gripped the leaves, holding back the tears, “are you going to kill me and drink my blood?”
Jungwon giggled, “Y/N, stand up please,” you ignored him, keeping your eyes on the ground. He sighed and bent down to you, “I’m not going to kill you, and I will only drink your blood if you allow me.”
His soft voice calmed you. You lifted your head to look at him, the crimson in his eyes was gone.
“I don’t drink from humans directly,” he started, his warm hand finding yours, “I buy blood bags from the hospital and drink them. I have a friend on the inside who gives them to me. The stains on my shirt were from last night. I had gone two months beforehand without drinking.”
Jungwon tucked his lips behind his teeth, the memory replaying.
“Jungwon! It’s been TWO months?!?” Heeseung snapped at him.
Jungwon was caved on the hospital room floor, his eyes unfocused as he tried to steady his breathing.
“I see you almost every single day and you didn’t mention ONCE that you were out of bags!”
Jungwon was barely able to look up at his hyung, the concern on his face killed Jungwon, “I thought I could make it…”
Heeseung kneeled down to him, taking his chin between his fingers, studying every inch of Jungwon’s face.
“I’m going to give you three bags right now to drink and get your strength back up. We haven’t gotten inventory yet so I can’t give you as many spare bags as before, you’ll need to go to Jay.”
“I’m NOT going to Jay!” Jungwon snapped, trying to breathe in as much air as possible, “He’ll fucking kill me.”
Heeseung nodded, “Yeah, he would. You’re lucky I’m nicer than him.”
Jungwon chuckled, “Hyung, I won’t mess up again.”
Heeseung once again nodded, standing up, “I’ll go grab three bags, stay here, I don’t need any other doctors seeing you.”
Jungwon agreed, and Heeseung was gone but returned just as quickly.
The moment Jungwon’s eyes laid on the red liquid, he used whatever was left of his strength and speed to dart towards his Hyung, snatching the bags from his hands.
“Don’t drink too fast!” Heeseung snapped, watching the younger one tear holes in the bag with his fangs. His eyes turned crimson as Jungwon inhaled the blood.
The iron smell filled the room, Heeseung’s pupils dilated, his own fangs growing to a point.
Heeseung looked away, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths.
Once he gained control and looked back down, Jungwon was already halfway done with the second bag, the red staining his white shirt.
“Won, please go buy another shirt once you’re finished here.”
Jungwon nodded, releasing the bag from his lips, and looked at his shirt, “Oh fuck.”
Heeseung pulled his brown jacket off his body, setting it over Jungwon, “Use this to cover up once you’re done.”
Jungwon finished the last bag, his strength back in him.
Heeseung handed him a backpack with six more bags, “Try to spread these out until we get a shipment, I’ll call you once it’s here.”
Jungwon wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, slowly standing back to his feet, taking the backpack from Heeseung.
“Thank you, Hyung.”
“Yeah yeah,” he clicked his tongue, “I better not see you in that state ever again, you hear me?”
Jungwon nodded, “Please don’t tell the others,” and was out of the hospital.
That’s when he met you. The scent of your blood filled his lungs. Jungwon has never smelt blood like yours before.
It took everything in him to not sink his fangs into your neck. To press your body against his as he takes his fill.
Jungwon felt an attraction to you that he’d never felt. A feeling of want and need. The feeling of protection and love.
And oh god all he wanted to do was have you forever.
You kept your eyes locked with his, “Why me then? Why bring me here?”
Jungwon pulled your hair behind your ear, “Because I’m attracted to you, silly. And this spot is still my favorite spot. I asked you on a date because I like you.”
All the fear you once felt was gone just like that. You couldn’t describe it, but you felt safe with him.
“If you don’t drink from humans then what was the blood on you at the restaurant?”
Jungwon chuckled, “I drank a bag before showing up to settle my thirst down.”
You moved closer to him, Jungwon taking his lips between his teeth. Your scent fills his lungs. His eyes dilated again.
“You want to drink my blood that badly?”
He nodded, “But I don’t want to just drink from you, Y/N. I want to make you my mate.”
You tilt your head, “What?”
Jungwon looks off into the distance, “Vampires mate for life. And the moment you ran into me, I felt that bond. Vampires for the most part are pack hunters, so having a mate makes being in a pack all the more worth it.”
“You’re in a pack?” you asked, wanting to know more.
Jungwon nodded, “Including me, there’s seven of us. They are basically my brothers. Five older and one younger.”
“Do they have mates?”
Jungwon sighed, “No, they don’t.”
“So you’d be the first to have a mate.”
Jungwon’s eyes widened at you, the connection between the both of you tangling together into a knot. The rush Jungwon felt, the strength that filled him at the fact of having something more precious to protect and love.
“We mate for life, you know that?”
You nodded, your face inches away from his, “I can’t describe it, but from the moment we met I felt this pull to you.”
Jungwon took your face between his hands, “It’s called fate, my dearest.”
“My dearest?” you teased him, “How old are you, Jungwon?”
He laughed, “Don’t you know never to ask a vampire their age?”
You both laughed together.
Among the laughter, Jungwon’s ears picked up the sound of footsteps on the fall leaves.
He quickly stood up, staring off into the distance the sound came from. He ran to the edge of the clearing, staring off into the forest.
Your heart sank to your stomach, “Wonnie, is everything okay?”
With a blink of an eye, Jungwon was back by your side, “Get up.”
He pulled you to your feet, his arm wrapping around your waist, pressing you to him.
“Is it your pack?” you questioned.
“Not even close to it.”
You tried finding what he could possibly be looking at until a man walked into the clearing.
“Hello there, Jungwon. Long time no see.”
Jungwon’s grip on your waist tightened, his eyes locked onto the man.
“Yeah, it’s been a couple hundred years.”
You could feel the tension between them, the sense of danger that radiated off the man across from you.
“Whatcha got there, Won?” he asked, taking a step forward, “A late-night snack?”
“Go fuck yourself, Dorian.” Jungwon snapped.
Dorian held his hands in defense, “Is that how you speak to a lifelong friend? Still, hate me enough to not share with me? I haven’t drank in hours.”
You looked harder at him, noticing his eyes were bright crimson.
“Jungwon, his eyes…”
“I know, he just finished hunting.”
Dorian chuckled, “Caught me.”
His eyes locked on yours, your heart nearly stopping at the contact.
“I thought you and your pack didn’t drink directly from humans, why are you gatekeeping her? Hmm?”
Jungwon didn’t answer, his grip on you not wavering.
“We're leaving,” Jungwon finally said, stepping back.
“Jungwon,” Dorian sang, “Give her to me, I promise I’ll share. I could smell her scent from miles away. I couldn’t help but follow it. Give her here.”
Jungwon swung you behind him, “She’s mine and mine alone, don’t you dare fucking touch her!”
Dorian threw his head back in laughter, “Awe this is adorable, you mated with a human.”
Jungwon gridded his teeth, “We are leaving.”
“Oh, no you’re not. You’re giving me your mate.”
In a flash, Dorian was at your side, attempting to reach for your neck, but Jungwon was quicker.
Dorian was flung in the opposite direction, but not soon after was he back.
“Y/N, GET BACK!” he yelled at you, pushing you back, and using his full body weight to grip onto Dorian.
You tried to stand up, but your legs were putty underneath you. Your whole body shook, too scared to move.
You watched as they fought, Dorian cutting a massive gash onto Jungwon’s chest.
Jungwon cried out, and gritted his teeth to stop the pain.
It was probably the bond between the two of you, but you felt every inch of pain he felt.
You wanted to run to him, to save him. But you were so damn powerless.
“Damn, didn’t think you getting a mate would make you so weak!”
Jungwon’s strength hasn’t fully returned to him after not drinking for months, it took everything in him to hold Dorian at bay.
Dorian gripped onto Jungwon’s neck.
“Jungwon!” you screamed.
“STAY BACK!” He snapped back.
Dorian laughed, “Don’t worry, Jungwon. She’ll follow you to hell once I’m finished with her.”
“Don’t fucking touch her.” Jungwon barely managed to get out.
Tears filled your eyes, and you used all your strength to stand to your feet. You had to do something.
A gust of wind flew past you, six men appearing in the clearing, surrounding Jungwon and Dorian.
“Oh this is fantastic, they came to your rescue.”
“Let go of our brother,” one spoke up, his silver hair slowly falling into his face.
You looked at the six men around you. The protection you felt from them, the safeness you felt. This must be Jungwon’s pack.
“You pack hunters are always a pain in the ass,” Dorian chuckled, slowly loosening his grip on Jungwon.
“We are stronger together,” the purple-haired one scoffed, “it’s something you’d never understand.”
“Hmmm,” Dorian took some steps back, “This is a sign to take my leave.”
Dorian took one last look at you before he disappeared.
The six men rushed to Jungwon, and you followed right after them.
You dropped in front of him, taking his head in your hands, “Wonnie?”
“I’m okay, my love.” he was barely able to speak but still held his perfect smile.
“We need to get out of here,” the youngest one said, “before Dorian comes back, which he will.”
The boys helped Jungwon to his feet, “he’s not healing fast enough,” one with a thick Australian accent spoke.
“Get him to the safe house,” purple hair said, “someone covers our tracks and try to mask her scent.”
Everyone nodded.
“Heeseung,” Jungwon whispered, “get her there safely.”
Heeseung nodded, his purple locks falling out of place.
With a shift move, Heeseung had you on his back and was running out of the forest.
“What about Jungwon?”
“Jay and Sunghoon have him, don’t worry. He’s safe.”
“And his bike?”
“Niki will drive it, while Sunoo and Jake cover our scent, yours more specifically.”
You dropped your head into Heeseung’s shoulder, blaming yourself for this happening.
Soon enough you both made it to the safe house. Jungwon, Jay, and Sunghoon were already inside.
You ran as fast as you could inside to Jungwon, kneeling in front of him on the couch he laid on.
“We are out of bags.” Sunghoon whispered to Heeseung, “We never restocked from the last time we were here.”
Even with their whispers, you knew this was bad. If Jungwon can’t get any blood to heal, he’ll die.
“I’ll have to get some from the hospital, but we don’t have much, and if a patient comes in and needs it…” Heeseung covered his mouth with his hands.
“There’s some at my clinic,” Jay said, “We should have enough to where it won’t hurt us.”
“Are you all doctors?” you asked, looking between the three of them.
“Nah,” Sunghoon laughed, “Those two are,” he said pointing at Heeseung and Jay.
“Vampires that are doctors…” you found that interesting.
Heeseung smiled, “I like you already.”
“How did you know where to find us?” You asked.
“The bond you two have, we have one similar,” Jay looked over at his younger member, “The moment Dorian slashed his chest, we all felt it. We felt that pain.”
You nodded, thankful they arrived when they did.
“Sunghoon,” Jay checked his watch, “Hee and I will go find bags, Sunoo and Jake just arrived and Niki is almost here, stand on guard with them to make sure Dorian comes nowhere near here.”
Sunghoon agreed.
“She’s a part of our pack now,” Heeseung said, “Kill anyone who tries to touch her.”
And in a blink of an eye, Heeseung and Jay left, and Sunghoon was out front.
You pushed Jungwon’s hair to the side, his breathing uneven as he fought through the pain.
“Wonnie..”
“I’m okay,” he slowly said, barely able to speak.
You felt the pull of your bond with him, the knot loosening.
You pulled your shirt down, revealing more of your neck, “Drink”
Jungwon shook his head, “No.”
You placed your hand on his cheek, “I just found you, I can’t lose you in the same day.”
All Jungwon could do was stare back at you. He wanted to drink from you desperately but didn’t want to hurt you.
“Jungwon, please. We are supposed to be mates forever,” you pulled the shirt down even further, revealing your shoulder.
He stared at your neck. His fangs slowly came to a point.
You went to ask him again, but he was faster.
Jungwon’s fangs broke your skin, his hand on the other side of your neck.
Your blood drove Jungwon crazy. He couldn’t get enough of you.
Jungwon felt his wounds closing up, his strength and breath coming back.
You dipped your head forward, resting on his shoulder, “Won I’m getting lightheaded.”
Jungwon released your neck from his lips, taking deep breaths as he laid back down, licking your remaining blood from his lips, his beautiful crimson red eyes slowly fading back to brown.
You checked his chest, his wounds were completely healed and looked as if they were never there.
“Thank you,” Jungwon said, taking your hand in his, “I know the first date was the shittest date ever.”
You giggled, “No Wonnie, it was perfect.”
He smiled, “You’re stuck with me forever anyway. We will have plenty of chances to have better dates.”
“Wouldn’t I have to be a vampire to have forever?” You asked, now worried that your forever will only last as long as your life does.
“Baby,” Jungwon sat up, pulling you to him, “We will cross that turning you vampire bridge when it gets here. First, we need to protect you from Dorian.”
You smiled at him, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“You’ll also be stuck with my hyungs and the maknae for the rest of time too, hope you’re okay with that.”
You nodded, “I feel connected to them almost as much as I am connected with you. They are perfect, just like you.”
Jungwon pulled you in for a kiss and then a small kiss on your nose.
“Forever?” Jungwon whispered.
“Forever.” you replied back.
Six other voices also joined in, “Forever with us too!”
You smiled at your new family.
This ended up being one killer of a date.
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Two Too Much | Spooktober 2023
@goblinracha asked: Shy, cute little Naga!Minho who rather let you grind your cute little cunt along his slit before splitting you open with his cocks. He coos and hisses sweetly as your eyes roll, all while he mocks you
❣ Summary: It was rare for Minho to allow you to engage in anything sexual while he was in his half-serpent form, but, with time came trust, and with trust came experimenting. ❣
❣ Word Count: 1.2k
❣ Warnings: Naga! Minho [half-human, half-serpent], smut, service dom! Minho, double penetration, mythical anatomy, grinding, praise, degradation, teasing, coming early, implied multiple orgasms ❣
❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣
❣ Additional Tags: Minho is referred to as Min and Honey, Reader is referred to as kitten
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“There you go - just like that, little kitten.”
Your heart fluttered at his praise, though the sweet sentiment was caramelized with the heavy lust that thickened the air of the den, merely fueling the hunger between your legs.
It was rare for Minho to allow you to engage in anything sexual while he was in his half-serpent form, choosing to make an equal level of comfort for the both of you and keep the intimate acts only for his full human form - but, with time came trust, and with trust came experimenting.
You straddled him with ease, goosebumps decorating your skin from the sensation of his cool, smooth scales against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs - you had always admired the emerald green color, fawned over the slight holographic reflection from nearby light sources.
Your bare pussy slid against the slit on his front, your own arousal mixing with the lubricant glistening from where his cocks were hidden, the faint bumps from the tips underneath providing a mind melting texture to grind on.
“You’re really into this, hm?” Minho mused softly, his ears practically glowing red from the blush that took over his human half, “I’ve never seen you this worked up before, kitten.”
His hands held your waist, not in the hopes of guiding your hips to change or encourage your pace, but to simply touch you - ground himself in the reality of you still wanting him in this form, you still loving him in this form.
A breathless gasp floated past your lips as you dragged your hips just right, your clit bumping against the slight notch at the top of his slit. “Y-You, ah- You say that like it’s a bad thing, Min.” You looked up from the extension of his torso to catch his loving gaze, noting the cheeky lift of his eyebrow as he waited for your words. “I told you - I love you in any form.”
Minho’s sharp eyes widened, heart fluttering at the earnest tone in your voice, before blinking away his awe and settling back into a bemused expression. “You’re making such a mess - you think you’ll be able to handle me?”
Tucking away the memory of him being effectively flushed by your statement, your head bobbed in a nod, “Always, Min.”
“All of me?”
You were fiercely aware of the prominent presence of his erections, shuffling yourself out of his grasp and back enough to see his cocks slowly reveal themselves; equal in girth with the second being slightly longer than the first, twitching and glistening from his natural arousal in preparation for what was to come.
Though this wasn’t the first time you’d seen his arousal in this state - or, even pleasured him in this state - this was the first time he’d let you take both of him, and you were more than up to the challenge.
In an act to answer his question, you rose onto your knees and crawled back up his lap, hovering over his lengths with bated anticipation; the tip of his first cock bumping against your clit while the second pressed hotly against the curve of your ass.
Reaching down, you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, your fingers welcoming the warmth radiating from him as you lined it up to your dripping entrance. Blinking up at him with sparkling eyes, a fire of determination blazing within your irises, you pouted softly, “Help me?”
A soft grunt escaped him as his hands moved - one going to the swell of your ass cheek, gripping the flesh greedily, while the other went to the shaft of his second dick, guiding the tip to notch against your opening with the first.
His eyes found yours, firm yet caring, grounding you for a moment, “Are you ready?”
You shook your head in a short nod, “More than ready.”
Double penetration was something you were no stranger to, and thanks to Minho’s openness of indulging in your interests - and subsequently adding them to his own colorful list - you were readily prepared for what you’d wanted to do since you’d seen this form.
The stretch was slow, overwhelming in more ways than one as each cock stretched your walls when you sank down - grounded by the warmth of his hand on your hip.
“That’s it - big stretch, hm?” He hissed, lips parted, revealing the sharp point of his fangs. “Fuck, taking me so well, look at you.”
Your pussy fluttered, both to your delight and dismay - squeezing his cocks against every sweet spot within you and coaxing your orgasm closer than you anticipated. A low moan fluttered past your lips as you shivered in his hold, eyes slipping shut as you tried your best to focus on bottoming out at the very least.
Working past the dizzying stretch of the widest parts of his dicks, you soon found yourself sitting flush against his lap just as before, now mind numbingly full and absolutely swimming in endorphins.
“M-Min,” you keened, head lolling forward, heavy pants escaping you, “honey, please.”
It was too much and not enough, the greed of lust begging you to start riding him while the overstimulation of your cunt cried for release.
Minho shivered, sharp eyes watching as you sat before him, taut as a bowstring waiting for him to pluck - and pluck he would.
His second hand mirrored his first on your hip, squeezing the flesh generously, “My needy kitten, asking for me to fill you like this yet you still can’t do anything for yourself.” Pulling you further against him, he dragged your hips forward and back as if you were nothing but a toy for him to use. “Maybe next time you’ll learn how to take me like this further, how’s that sound?”
Your hands flew to his forearms, blunt nails pressing crescents into the fair skin as he rocked you back and forth, the stimulation being more than enough to lead you closer and closer to your climax. “Y-Yes, sounds good, Min - s-so good!”
“I’ll teach you how to take my cocks, no more of that stupid toy, doesn’t even compare to the real thing, isn’t that right?” He goaded, rocking you faster against him, keen ears picking up on the lewd sound of your sopping pussy squelching with each movement.
A breathless sound of agreement floated through you as you nodded rapidly, staring at him with glossy eyes - eyebrows pinched slightly and lips parted with short whimpers. “Mm, n-needed this, needed you, ah- please.”
His hips rolled, sending the ribbed tips of his cocks grazing against your g-spot that had your back arching near demonically - your orgasm suddenly tearing through your body with much less of a warning to you.
Your vision went black, searing white heat shooting through your veins as your ears rang and breath stopped, your pussy throbbing rhythmically around his lengths in hopes of taking him over with you.
Eventually, you came down from the unexpected orgasm with a whine, the slick of your cum merely making everything between your legs that much hotter and slipperier; when your vision came back to you through dots of black, you were met with brown eyes sizing you up as if you were his next meal.
Hell, you were close enough.
Minho let out a slow breath, his tongue peeking out to lick the corner of his mouth, “That’s one.” He hummed, a sly smirk working its way onto his lips, “A bit fast, but that’s okay - let’s show you how it feels to ride me, shall we?”
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fiery aces — billy the kid
pairing: billy the kid x fem!reader
warnings: mentions of violence, Y/N usage, arguments, reader is a gunslinger, standard billy the kid warnings.
authors note: hii!! i love this lil blurb sm, thank you anon for requesting this, it is linked here. anyways, i hope you enjoy this!
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Your skin crawled with annoyance as you practically slammed open the bar doors to the place you worked at, going to try and calm yourself down with a cigar and your horse— the two things you claimed you couldn’t live without.
You had worked at this shitty bar in this shitty town for about two years now. Why? You hadn’t had a clue.
You seemed to always convince yourself it was because you didn’t have enough money to— but in reality, it was because you were terrified of change.
But that didn’t matter to you as of now, as you angrily mumbled to yourself about how stupid men were as you went to grab a cigar and a match out of the carrier on your horse.
You lit the match on the underside of your cowboy boot, lighting up the cigar that rested neatly between your teeth and letting the vapor wash your worries away.
“Aye, girl.” A sickening voice broke your peace. “That’s quite a cigar for such a girl like you to be smokin’. A fine horse too..” He reached out to touch your horse and within an instant you grabbed your shotgun out your holster on your horse, cocking it and pointing it at the man.
“Back the hell up,” You harshly spoke, your angry demeanor returning just as quickly as it left.
Billy Bonney was walking through a random town he had walked upon. He was currently on the run after escaping from jail, yet again, and had ended up here— a place where nobody knew him, thankfully. He strolled through, observing what there was and what there wasn’t.
His tranquility was broke when he heard the angry yells of a pissed-off woman, reminding the man of his mother. It didn’t mind him at first— but what did grab his attention was the sound of a shotgun cocking.
His ears pricked up, and he was immediately walking towards where it came from, his hand ghosting over his own firearm.
When he turned the corner that led to the bar, what he saw surprised him. It was the woman he heard yelling— a barmaid, she seemed. She had a cigar loosely hung from her ruby lips, one eye closed as she aimed the shotgun at the man standing in front of her, whom she had been yelling at.
“I asked you what the fuck you were doin’, boy!” You yelled, pointing the gun at him further, your patience growing thin.
The man you were yelling at cowered in fear, his hands up in surrender. “N—Nun’, ma’am, I swear— I was jus’ tryna compliment ya—”
“Do I look like I want your nasty ass compliments, you scrub?” You spat, your eyes trailing up and down his figure in disgust.
Billy watched with admiration on his face. He had to admit; you looked damn gorgeous, especially with that gun in your hands.
“I—I dunno..” He whispered, practically shaking in his boots. Billy’s hands came to rest on his gun-belt, a quiet snicker leaving his lips at the scene before him.
“Well, I fuckin’ don’t. Get on somewhere, you prick.” You lowered your gun, one of your hands coming up to puff at the cigar a couple times before resting it between your fingers. “Don’t come back ‘round here.” You said with a scowl, spitting at his feet. The man shakily nodded before turning to run, a smirk tugging on your lips as you put the cigar back into your mouth.
Billy decided to walk up to you as the man ran away. “I don’t mean no harm,” He held his hands up in surrender as he approached you.
You turned, taking the cigar out your mouth once more, looking at him with a ghost of a smile on your lips. “I saw you watchin’, don’t be coy.. You got alternative motives.” You countered his words easily as you tucked your shotgun back into your horses holster— your spare hand rubbing the animals neck softly.
He went silent at your words, rubbing his neck. “Well, I’d be lyin’ if I said you ain’t impress me.” He slowly spoke. “When I heard you yellin’, I was comin’ over to see if I could be of help— but you had it handled. Just wanted to meet you,” He smiled.
You smiled up at the man, taking another drag of your cigar. “Well, thank ya, sugar.” Your smiled turned into that of a smirk. “Seems like some men ‘round here do got manners, huh. I never would’ve guessed.”
“Hm, makes sense, ‘cause I ain’t from ‘round here, darlin’.” He responded, stepping closer to you.
“Even better,” You said. “Most people in this town are pieces of shit.”
“Then why you still here?” He asked.
“Don’t got another option. Barely any money— no family, no husband.” You shook your head. “I’d probably end up dead in the desert somewhere if I’d tried,” You sighed.
A chuckle left his lips. “Seein’ how you jus’ handled yourself? I’d say you’d be perfectly fine.”
A soft smile broke across your face. “Well, I ain’t sure about all that. I ain’t ever left this town before.”
“Really?” He asked, eyebrows furrowed.
“Surprised?” You took another puff of your cigar.
“Yeah.” He nodded. “You jus’… don’t seem like the type to let a place like this hold you down.”
You sighed. “Well, seems to be that I am. Even if I get more and more fed up of this damn place everyday.”
“Maybe ya just need the right company wit’ you.” He quietly said, eyes flickering between yours as he tested the waters.
Your smile seemed to grow brighter at his words, making his stomach flip. “Maybe you’re right..” You searched for a name.
He tipped his hat down at you in a hello. “Billy. Billy Bonney.”
You giggled. “Well, Mr. Bonney, I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” You did a sloppy curtsy, making a chuckle leave his lips.
“I think we’ll get on well, Ms. Y/L/N.” He whispered, holding out his elbow for you to take. You took it gratefully, wondering to yourself how you threatening a man’s life led you to this.
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Revealed Secret
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader ft. the guardians of the galaxy
Summary: At an Avengers party, Mantis revealed your secret crush for Bucky.
Word Count: 1.163
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It had been a while since you all have come together, so Tony organized a party, and everyone came. Natasha, Wanda, Steve, Scott, Peter Parker, Stephen Strange, T’Challa and some other people from Wakanda, the guardians of the galaxy and of course everyone else. That meant the person you have a big crush on was there too. And because you thought Bucky doesn’t feel the same you hoped that you could talk with some other people to distract yourself. You and Bucky are good friends, and you didn’t want to risk your friendship, so you decided to hide your feelings from him and hoped he wouldn’t notice it. You were excited to see the guardians again because it had been a long time since you have seen them.
When you walked into the tower, the first thing you did was to hug Wanda and talk with her. After a while you also talked with Natasha. You walked through the party and saw so many people having fun and having a good time. You just had a conversation with Steve and talked with T’Challa and his sister. It is always nice to see them and talk with them. You are very happy and will always be grateful that they helped Bucky. When you walked through the crowd you saw Bucky walking to you, in his suit he looked so handsome, so sweet but also hot.
“Hey doll” Bucky greeted you with a hug.
“Hey” you said when you pulled away.
“You look gorgeous.” Bucky confessed and you began to blush and tucked a hair behind your ear.
“Thanks, you look good too.” Now it was his time to blush, and he mumbled a thanks. You talked for a while when you decided to go and see some other people.
“I’ve got to go see you later, buck.”
While walking through the room you could see Natasha, Clint and Scott talk at the bar, a few steps away from them there were Steve and Sam laughing about something Peter said. And somewhere you heard a loud Thor telling a fight story. When you were near the couch Peter Quill waved at you and you were walking over with a smile to him, Mantis and Drax.
“There you are, I thought I wouldn’t see you with all the people here.” He said and you sat down beside him.
“I know there are really a lot of people, but I wouldn’t want to miss you guys.” You smiled.
“So how is everything? Did something crazy happen?” You asked him and he laughed.
“Crazy? With us never.” Peter said and you both laughed.
“What are you talking, don’t remember your Christmas present from us?”
“That was sarcasm Drax.”
“What Christmas present?” You wondered.
“Drax and Mantis flew to earth and kidnapped Kevin Bacon.” Peter began.
“Kevin Bacon was your Christmas present why not David Hasselhoff?” You laughed.
“Don’t give him such a stupid idea and it wasn’t funny.”
“Okay, you’re right Peter, it isn’t funny.” You said and held back a laugh.
“Where are the others?” You asked after Peter told you about the best Christmas gift he got from Mantis. She began to smile, and you could see how much they mean to each other.
“Nebula is somewhere with Tony and Rocket and Groot are over there with Bucky.” When he mentioned Bucky, your heart skipped a beat and when you looked over, you saw him smiling.
“Y/n?” Peter called out and brought you back to reality.
“Sorry, what did you say?” You asked.
“I asked if Mantis could try her power on you.” Drax said and held back a smile.
Because you didn’t really know her you totally forgot what her powers are. That’s why you didn’t know why Drax was smiling when you said yes.
Mantis softly touched your arm and looked you in the eyes.
“You feel love.”
“Yeah, I feel a lot of love for everyone in this room.” You said and hoped this would help and she wouldn’t go deeper.
“No, romantic love.” Mantis continued.
“No, no no. That’s not true.” You interrupted her and looked over to Peter for help.
“For him.” She yelled and pointed at Bucky. Who was now looking at you with a confused look.
“No” You pulled your hand away from her and Drax began to laugh.
“She just told everyone your darkest secret, just like she did with you Peter. Do you remember it? “He screamed and laughed more. You and Peter looked at each other and you have never felt so embarrassed in a long time. You really hoped that Bucky didn’t hear it. But he looked over at you and Drax was so loud, he probably heard it.
“Hey, I’m really sorry, if I had known I would have warned you.” Peter started but you stood up when you saw Bucky was walking over to you.
“I need some fresh air.” You quickly took your bag and walked out. You heard someone yell your name, but you didn’t want to turn around. You just had to get out of there. When you walked out, you were hit with the cold air. You took deep breaths and looked up at the stars. It was so embarrassing, probably everyone knows it by now. It felt like everyone was watching you.
“Hey” Suddenly Bucky was standing beside you.
“Hey” You quietly mumbled and looked over to him.
“You probably heard what they were saying.” You sighed.
“Yeah, I heard what they said.”
“I’m really sorry.”
“Is it true?” That was not what you expected him to say, but after what he heard you can’t deny it anymore.
“Yeah, it’s…it’s true. I’m in love with you.” When you said that Bucky began to smile.
“Then I’m glad because I’m in love with you too.” You couldn’t believe what you just heard. All this time you hoped he would like you back and now he said it. He really said it.
“Really? Are …are you sure?” You asked him and he nodded.
“Yes, I’m sure. We can go in there and Mantis can prove it if you want.” He joked and made you chuckle.
“I know something else that could prove it.” You hinted.
“Me too.” Bucky grinned at you, pulled a hair behind your ear, and pulled in to kiss you.
When you pulled away you both smiled at each other.
“Now, I’m glad Mantis revealed my secret.”
“Do you want to go back inside?” Bucky asked.
“Let’s stay here for a while.” You were standing there for a while, holding Bucky’s hand, and looking into the stars.
“You should take my jacket, doll. You are shivering.” Bucky said while taking of his jacked and gently putting his jacket on your shoulder. You had no idea how cold you were until Bucky mentioned it. You didn’t want Bucky to find out like that, but you’re glad he knows now and feels the same way about you.
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you don't say
[bucky barnes x disabled!reader]
summary: you matched on a dating app, but you didn't tell him that you use a cane. bucky's response is not what you expected. it's better.
warnings: mention of smut, but mostly fluff and insecurity on both bucky and reader's part. autumnal vibes all around.
a/n: i became disabled in the last few years and i have really struggled with needing a cane to increase my mobility, especially where dating is concerned. i wrote this as a love letter to myself, and other babes who are processing what it means to accept love as a disabled human being. enjoy. <3
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You didn’t tell him.
If the last six were a good litmus, it was for the best. Apparently being that honest with a man you met on a dating app was to be avoided at all costs. The goal, ultimately, was to have him say: “You’re prettier in person,” and then flush like he was comparing the version of you in his head to the reality before him, and coming up wanting.
Bucky was his name. He hadn’t proposed anything rigorous–he liked coffee, as did you. It wasn’t like he suggested a Central Park marathon for your date. You weren’t even sure how you matched; it probably happened when you left your phone unattended in the same room as Natasha–whose taste was much more varied than yours. Adventurous. It’s not that you wouldn’t have swiped in interest over Bucky, 39, Brooklyn. But not until he swiped first.
That wasn’t entirely true. You remembered his face popping up as you doom-scrolled for Jesus, on a two day pajama pity-party bender. Consuming Norah Ephron films and cheap cabernet, you swiped right on any man with kind eyes who didn’t have a fish picture in his array. Which… the pickings were slim. But his face–Bucky’s–appeared beneath your thumb as Meg Ryan met Tom Hanks at the top of the Empire State Building on your third watch-through of ‘Sleepless in Seattle,’ and it felt serendipitous. Bucky, 39, Brooklyn looked very serious, and he had a white long-haired cat. You swiped. He swiped. He was nice in his first message…
Hi… I’m new to this, but it looks like we both hit the magic button.
So, there you were.
You arranged to meet at eleven–you were at the coffee shop by ten-thirty, so you could sit by the window and not have to walk towards him. You tucked yourself into the booth and stashed your things on the bench seat beside you, eager to meet the first guy who said yes to a date since you got back on the horse, so to speak. Nevermind that you hadn’t told him the whole truth.
When he walked in–ten minutes early–he scanned the little cafe until his eyes fell on you. His expression went from hardened and serious to… bashful, almost. He recognized you right away, and there was no way you could mistake him either.
What was that thing about people being prettier in person?
He was dressed in layers to combat Autumn in New York (comfortable in varying shades of blue and brown) with leather gloves on, which shone like they hadn’t yet been worn before that day. So like a native New Yorker to wear the same tattered coat… but quality, definitely an expensive peacoat which could last him several generations… but buy brand new gloves when the slightest chill sets in.
Bucky was scruffy, like he couldn’t quite bother to shave but every few days. You didn’t mind. When he approached, he had vibrant energy, like it was all packed up inside with nerves.
“Hi. Sorry. I think we had the same idea,” he said breathlessly as he approached. He held out his right hand to you. You grasped his fingers automatically, but he didn’t shake. He squeezed softly, and then pressed it between his own.
“It’s Bucky. I’ve already had coffee. Too much. I was nervous. But if you still want some, I’ll just get decaf.”
“Y/n. To be honest, I did the same,” you chuckled, nodding to the half-empty carafe on the table, which your waiter had left after the third refill in twenty minutes. “It’s nice to meet in person.”
“I don’t do this kinda thing, I gotta warn you.” Bucky shucked off his coat and slid into the booth across from you. The gloves remained. He had a loved but noble corduroy blazer on, over a henley. “Dating. I hate the whole conceit.”
“You’re two-for-two!” You grinned. “My roommate got me on the apps. They can be blamed for seventy-five percent of my daily dread.”
“What’s the other quarter?”
“Global warming, and getting shat on by pigeons coming out of the subway.”
“Fair,” he said, smiling. You dimpled at one another. “We don’t have to stay. We’re caffeinated, and I might start levitating, here. We could walk a bit?”
Your stomach lurched. “We could. Where?”
“Dunno. I’m sorry–I have no idea how to be out. We should just sit here for the requisite number of minutes before upsetting the structure of a date.” He smiled at you pleasantly, but it was clear how incredibly nervous he still was… and how unlikely it was to go away unless he could be more active. Which meant standing. Walking, some. Something which you were not prepared to do.
Bucky watched your expression shift. He sat forward and reached out to touch your forearm. “You okay?”
“So. Yes, um. Yes, I’m okay,” you sighed. “It’s still new for me so I’m figuring it out, but… walking long distances? Can’t do it. I could probably handle a short walk, but I’ve had a rough time the last week, so I don’t know how much stamina I have. Even with my trusted friend, here. So.” You showed the head of your cane above the table bashfully, and looked away. “Sorry–people get weird about this stuff, I’m finding out, so I don’t really say anything in advance.”
Bucky blinked for a moment, then he leaned forward, resting both elbows on the table. “What do you mean weird?” His blue eyes narrowed.
“Suddenly unmatch. Tell me ‘it’s such a shame.’” You huffed. “Although it’s guys, on the whole. Women care less. But that’s beside the point–”
“Because of that?” He pointed at the seat beside you, where all of your belongings were stashed, and you knew what he meant. You nodded.
“I don’t say it in so many words. I’m not like–hey, just fyi, I use a cane, so deal with it or fuck off–”
“Why not? That would be a good way to separate out the weak and worthless,” Bucky said, but you could’ve sworn you heard a little touch of anger in his tone. He shook his head. “Doll… shit. Men are shit.”
“Yeah. They are. Sorry.”
“No, I’m shit, too. You can’t insult me when it’s true.” Bucky sat back against the worn cushion. “So, we going? Or are you going to talk me into an espresso to see if I can fly?”
“Sure. If you want to. I’m just slow–”
“Nonsense.” Bucky scooted out of the booth. “I grew up in this neighborhood. There’s plenty to do. And see.” He paused. “If this is insulting, just tell me to fuck off… You can lean on me.” He held out his elbow like an offering.
You could have cried. “Um. Okay.”
“Yeah? I–I would’ve offered, regardless. I like talking to you. I’ve enjoyed myself… through the phone.” Bucky scratched his cheek in embarrassment. “So. Even if you didn’t share, I probably would’ve tried to find a reason.”
“Really, I’ve just given you an excuse,” you said, tamping down a smile. He nodded solemnly.
“It’s thoughtful of you to spare me.” Bucky raised his eyebrows, waiting. The waiter breezed by, just then–
“You can pay at the front register!” the beleaguered hipster sighed, gesturing to the counter at which there was an extensive line. Bucky grabbed his elbow and fished a bill out of his pocket, slapping it in the guy’s palm. The waiter stared down at the twenty in his hand. “Great. I’m a human cash register.”
“Keep the change,” Bucky said. He turned back to you. “Do you get motion sick?”
“No?” You were clearly holding up whatever grand plans he was making in his head, so you hastily grabbed your things. Bucky liberated your coat from your hands and held it open. You stood slowly, leaning on the aid which had given you newfound freedom. Bucky smiled at you softly. He wasn’t impatient, just… excited. You slid your arms into your coat with Bucky’s help, and then curled your fingers into his elbow. His cheeks reddened. He had a boyishness to him which was endearing.
“This okay?”
Okay? Well. If you considered the wafting warmth of sandalwood cologne and the soft weave of his woolen peacoat okay, then you were dandy. You nodded, feeling your own cheeks flush under his attentive gaze.
“Great. I have an idea, if you’re game. So.” He cleared his throat, ushering you through the front door of the shop onto the sidewalk. “Where do you stand on surprises?”
“Um. Hate ‘em, to be honest.”
“How bad?”
“Flash mob? My idea of hell.”
“K–In that case, I’m gonna call a friend, he runs a ride service. There’s a festival in bridge park–I keep seeing fliers for it all over. We could check it out.”
You couldn’t help the smile which pulled at your cheeks. If that’s the sort of surprise Bucky had in mind, you would’ve been charmed by it. But knowing how quickly his brain was working to improvise a date was impressive, so you squeezed his elbow.
“Sounds fun.”
“Good. Okay.” His mouth turned up at the corner and his eyes crinkled.
He quickly dialed a number he had memorized, but not saved in his contacts. It made you wonder how many other people he knew by heart, and what it took to be remembered by this Brooklyn boy. He didn’t say much into the phone, just the intersection you stood on. Bucky hung up abruptly and pocketed his phone again, clearly intent on hiding it away.
“He’s two streets over, it’ll be five minutes max.”
He was a horse-and-buggy driver, who had festooned his buggy with bales of hay and pumpkins bearing hastily Sharpie’d faces drawn on them by someone under the age of ten. When the carriage pulled up outside of the chain coffee shop, Bucky grinned, passing the coachman a tenner and ushering you into the four-wheeled hayride. The straw was strewn over the plush seating poorly enough to poke you in the ass, even through your coat, but Bucky was so excited to pull the plaid wool blanket over your legs that you tolerated the gluteal acupuncture. He stashed your cane beside himself, and pressed you close enough that your thigh pressed against his.
“I went to school with Pat,” he explained, gesturing to the driver who was too far away to engage in conversation, but kept throwing back knowing glances at you and Bucky. “Kindergarten through the twelfth grade.”
“You really are in your neighborhood.”
“Yeah.” He blushed. “Never did get out, like I thought I would. Not complaining though. There’s a lot to love about Brooklyn.”
Bucky encouraged you to wrap your arm through the loop of his elbow again, and pointed out things to you about Brooklyn which had defied your notice prior. Brickwork at the pinnacle of a building, dating back to the 1920’s. A man dressed like a bush who stood on the street corner, blocking the walk button so no pedestrian could disturb his meditation. The fire hydrant he broke the bolt off senior year, flooding the sewer drains and causing rats to rush down the gutters like a parade of hissing floats. Halloween decorations in windows. Scarecrows mounted to telephone poles like they guarded a field of yellow taxis with as much aplomb as a treasury of corn stalks.
All the while… he distracted you. Little touches on your wrist where your coat met your skin with his soft gloves left you curling your fingers around air, and still he persisted. You studied his profile when he was distracted. With stubble and expression lines, he had character. He wasn’t stoic like you had thought him. Every inkling which crossed his brain was projected on his forehead like a drive-in feature just for you. And he kept smiling at you.
You arrived at Brooklyn Bridge park having spent an eternity and no time at all in a horse-drawn carriage positively burdened with loose hay, but the tents and balloons and various sizes of gourds distracted you from anything but the Autumnal joy of it all. Stalls lined the park in a makeshift walkway, which smelled of pie spices and syrup, and crisping ham on a rotisserie, and campfire.
When he helped you down from the carriage, placing your cane at your dominant side, Bucky instantly seemed to have a plan. Time passed like you were observing through a looking glass. He ushered a cup of cider into your hands, and then adios’d the empty into the garbage once you finished it. You dominated the hammer game, winning a massive plush gorilla. Which you promptly gave away to the first screaming child you saw, to Bucky’s amusement. He fed you funnel cake while you picked out your choice for the fastest piglet in a race which consisted of five piglets running around a kiddie pool. You lost–everyone did, when the piglets abandoned course to lay in the tepid water and snort bubbles at one another–but you left a lingering dusting of powdered sugar behind at the corner of your mouth. Bucky wiped it away without a second thought.
And so the date continued, with you floating beside a man whose eyes sparkled with delight every time you found joy in something. It didn’t feel like you had only met that day. You reached for his hand to express delight. He curled his fingers over your shoulder to wish you luck in the ring toss. Bucky–Barnes was his last name, you learned–was some kind of familiar fixture. He even bought you a coffee, and then brutally beat a group of sixth-graders at bobbing-for-apples.
It wasn’t until the sun tucked itself behind the rooftops that you realized dusk approached. Without needing to ask, Bucky summoned a cab. You had leaned on him heavily the second half of the afternoon, and opted to sit every opportunity you got. Yet… Bucky’s excitement never diminished. It wasn’t until you sat on the top step of your stoop that you realized it.
That was the best date you had ever been on.
And you sure as hell didn’t want it to end. The stars were out in force–as clear a night as you had ever seen in the city of light pollution, and yet… Orion’s belt… the pan handle of a Dipper… stars shone for you.
Bucky shoved his hands into his coat pockets in acknowledgement of the drop in temperature, while he balanced one foot up a step from you. He studied you through honest eyes–that is, he looked at you like he saw who you were without pretense. Which felt very vulnerable.
“Repeat the question,” you breathed.
Bucky smiled. “You date much?”
You shook your head. “No. To be honest, I don’t usually feel like it’s worth it. Putting myself out there. I’m sorry–I know it sounds like I’m wallowing in self-pity, but, uh. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to it. Being turned down. Because I use a stupid piece of metal to walk.”
“You could spend a lot of time feeling sorry for yourself, doll. And–that’s not to say you don’t have the goddamn right to feel some type of way about it. It’s your body, it’s not how you pictured your life going. Of course you’re gonna be sore about it. You aren’t alone in that. I’m just sayin’... Anybody who’d lose out on a chance with you because of something as insignificant as a tube of aluminum ain’t the type of person you wanna waste your time with anyhow.”
“It’s weird. I don’t disagree with what you’re saying, but. I dunno. It’s hard to think people exist who aren’t gonna be weird about a freakin’ cane.”
Bucky crossed his arms. “Fuck’em. Waste of your time.”
“What about you? Are you a time-waster?”
“Worse. I’m a Brooklyn boy. We can wait out a stubborn dame with the best of ‘em.” Bucky braced himself on the railing. “Can I take you out again?”
“You’re gonna sit on my porch until I agree to a second date?”
“I–when you say it like that, I sound like a creep,” he chuckled. “No, I just… if you had a good time, and I really hope you did, I would like to treat you to another date. I took a wild guess on the festival idea, but I can think of a million other things. More than just coffee.”
“I was holding a coffee mug in my profile photo,” you laughed. “That was enough.”
“There’s more out there.”
“I had a good time.”
“Is that a ‘yes’?”
You watched his face turn from excitement to pure glee. His body angled towards you intensely. All his energy was directed towards you. It made your skin tingle, and all good sense fled from your mind.
“Just come in, Bucky.”
“You gotta say it, or I ain’t budging. This is all up to you, doll.”
“Yes, okay?” You leaned against the doorway with an exasperated sigh. “I had a great time. You’re adorable, and exhausting, and I’ve never had more fun on a first date. Or any date, for that matter. Please–come inside. Kiss me a little. I think you’re probably good at it.”
“It’s been awhile,” he admitted quietly, though he pushed off the railing to do as you bid him.
“Good. I don’t like it so formal–”
“You’re so cute.”
“I’m not–”
“No, it isn’t up for debate.” Bucky tucked a finger under your chin so you’d look up at him, given that your attention had fallen to the laces of his boots in embarrassment. His irises flicked back and forth, mapping every refraction in your eyes. “I know cute when I see her. And there’s nobody else in this whole damned city but you, doll.”
He kissed you as if that were true… as if he had stepped out of the subway to a world devoid of anything but a billion scattered golden leaves tracing circles on the pavement, and a girl with a cane who hates surprises. As if–in that dystopian and autumnal universe, that were heaven to him. Like he’d been looking for you in every empty coffee shop. Like he knew you, and it was only a matter of walking into the right store. It was soft, the drag of his lips over yours. At first he just ghosted a millimeter from your mouth, but then he needed to know… so he gave in. He didn’t spoil it with tongue too soon. Bucky discovered you.
You’d been kissed, but never at the world’s end. The world you knew was siphoned away. In this one? Well, kisses stopped time. Made leaves hang in the air between gasping breaths. Kisses were where the light got in. Where sun broke through clouds… where a girl who didn’t much care for vulnerability let a man she barely knew steal every little sound from her throat, out on her front stoop where anybody could see them.
You got the door open by feel, and stayed on your feet by virtue of the man with roving hands who backed you into the building. It was for the best that your apartment was on the first floor, because your knees threatened to buckle when his tongue worried the seam of your lips. He tucked the crook of your cane into the curve of his elbow when you tore yourself away to fight the finicky lock at your threshold.
“I didn’t expect to have anyone over,” you said by way of an explanation for whatever mess might be found inside, but Bucky snorted.
“When are you gonna get it through your head?” He nipped at the tendon which helped form the curve from your shoulder to neck, making you shiver. “I don’t give a shit if all you got is a mattress on the floor. I like you.”
“I have a bit more furniture than that,” you giggled, “but I still appreciate you saying it.”
The moment you were inside the apartment, Bucky leaned back against the door and turned you, so you stood between his feet. He looked at you through heavily-lidded eyes. “Tell me.”
You turned your attention to the buttons on his coat as he saw right through you. “Bucky–”
“I think you like kissing me, but you’re skittish. If you’re freaked out…”
“I’m–shit.” You sighed. “I believe you. That you like me, I do. But I am so used to feeling like nobody is ever gonna want me back–”
“Impossible.” He cupped your cheeks. “Look at you.”
“Bucky,” you groaned.
“No, stop it. I know what you’re doing. Oldest trick in my book. You think that a good thing is a lie, that it ain’t gonna hang around. I’m a really, really, really bad liar. Alright? My ears turn red.” Bucky smiled triumphantly when you chuckled. “I watched you drink a pumpkin latte today like it was the best thing you’ve ever had in your whole damn life and it cost me three dollars. You’re charming. I’m addicted.”
He kissed your forehead and you melted into his chest in resignation. “I don’t do this,” you mumbled into his sweater.
“What? Let somebody say why they like you?”
You shook your head, and pressed your cheek against his chest. “I’m starving.”
“Oh–doll, dammit, I should’a fed you–”
“No. I mean, yes, we should order something,” you laughed, “but. Just. Why?” When you raised your hand, gesturing to your general being, Bucky’s expression transformed from concern to… something gentle.
He shrugged, but his shoulders fell heavily downward, and his fingers curled into the pockets of your coat so you wouldn’t pull away while he found the words.
“Because–I just knew. You were simply a notification in a stupid app and I still thought about your profile picture waiting in my ���likes’ for days. And we talked like it was an everyday occurrence, feeling your world shift its axis. I didn’t talk to a single soul on that app but you, sweets, and I tried my damndest not to jump the gun on asking you to meet in person. Imagine my delight when you agreed. I was so terrified last night that I hardly slept, but I never thought once about feeling… self conscious, all day. It–I don’t feel that way with most girls. Safe, I guess. And I may not know what the hell I’m doing, but I’m not a guy who ever feels like I can trust a person and I’m pretty prepared to lay down naked in the street if you tell me that’s what you want–”
“Not necessary,” you said, smiling.
“Well, that’s a relief.” Bucky brushed his thumbs over your cheeks. “Doll–I’m so sorry that anybody ever made you feel like you got some kinda worth to live up to. It makes me so angry, but then I think–who’s that for? What’s the point in me being angry at somebody who isn’t gonna change their mind… especially when it means that I get a chance.”
“Says the handsome guy with perfect teeth.” You winked at him when he scowled.
“I’m tryin’ here–”
“You’re wonderful,” you whispered. You smoothed over his bottom lip with the pads of your thumbs. “I’m… thank you.”
Bucky leaned forward until his forehead pressed against yours. “I’ve overwhelmed you.”
“No, sir. I just need a second. To acclimate to the idea.”
“I can go–”
“Please. Please don’t.” You tugged him towards the living room, slowly walking backwards and giving him every opportunity to wrench out of your grasp and run. But he didn’t break eye contact, no. Bucky kept pace with you, toe-to-toe. “We’ll watch something.”
“Spooky movie?” he suggested.
“...I’m such a wimp,” you admitted, and he let out a quick breath.
“You can hide under my arm during the scary parts.”
“So just bury myself under you the whole movie, got it–”
“If that’s what you want, doll.” Bucky smirked as your knees bumped into the lip of the couch, causing you to sit abruptly against the cushions. You still had a fist wrapped in the placate of his coat, so he fell forward, catching himself on the arm rest and hovering over you. You watched intently as his tongue whetted his bottom lip absent-mindedly, and you had to bite back a groan.
“That’s what I want. Bucky.”
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A long time later, when your body was so sensitive that you shivered beneath him, Bucky hopped up… pantsless, still wearing his sweater, but peachy ass exposed to the air so he could run to the bathroom and find a soft cloth. When he returned to you (with a towel around his waist, suddenly bashful), he bore a damp washcloth in his left hand, which… you sat up slowly on your elbows to watch the reticulated fingers on his left hand as he cleaned you with soft strokes over your thighs and bit his lip… asshole. You smiled at him softly when his eyes flicked up to yours.
“You gonna tell me about it, or wait for me to ask?” you murmured, sliding the cuff of his left sleeve up his bicep, exposing a charcoal and gold metallic limb to the dim light.
Bucky didn’t say anything at first. He lifted you beneath the knees, and behind your back. He had no choice but to shower with you (since you woefully lacked a bathtub), as cleaning you both was clearly his priority, so he sat you on the edge of the porcelain counter to help you fully undress. He did so with a type of reverence which felt undue… but you were reminded that he didn’t look at you through the same lens with which you viewed yourself. Especially when he trailed his fingers over your softness like he didn’t feel worthy of touching you.
But then, he stepped back from you, and he shucked his sweater.
He didn’t look you in the eye once he was fully exposed to you. He studied the tiles under your toes, and his hands didn’t seem to know whether to rest on his hips or try to hide his flesh from you, so he fidgeted. Which meant he didn’t see you reaching for his left hand, and when you did so (threading your fingers through his metal facsimiles), he looked like he might cry.
Bucky was an amputee. With a gleaming prosthetic extending from his clavicle to the tips of his left fingers, so intricate and complicated a design that it must be something experimental and custom-made, just for the likes of a soft-hearted Brooklyn boy.
“You’re beautiful.” You meant the raw words, even though they escaped your lips unbidden.
Bucky squeezed your hand. “I’m not.”
“You don’t have to agree for it to be true.”
He looked at you, then. An agreement passed between you, unvoiced. I’ll say about you what you can’t. I’ll hold for you what you won’t. I’ll touch you again, because I want you, all of you–the flesh and the metal and the weak and the kind. Especially the kind. Of course Bucky understood you. Your heart-wounds took different guises, but they pulled the same strings.
When he knelt at your knee, it was supplication. It was obvious when he bowed his head to kiss the skin above your heart. Your heart had known his forever, it seemed.
“A long time ago, I didn’t have a choice,” he said, so quietly you could only make out his words because you had coaxed him up to meet your lips again. “I almost died. I–god, I never thought I’d live or touch somebody again. And then you. I can’t explain this to people–” He rolled his shoulder like the limb was hurting him, and maybe it was– “without inviting them to look at my naked fuckin’ heart.”
“Is it heavy?” You ran your finger the length of the connector, where metal met his skin and cupped his pectoral. You meant the arm, but the way his head bobbed… you inclined your head so you could catch his lips before his spirit fell one iota further. It was a kiss of knowing. Understanding, without words.
“I can take it off,” he breathed against your lips.
“So do it.”
Bucky sat back on his heels. Then, he looked you square in the eye and detached the prosthetic arm. It wheezed as it lost power, the moment its circuits no longer drew power from his body’s natural electric whims. You held out your hands, and he set the thing across your open palms. It was lighter than you expected, but still hefty. You could only imagine how it pulled at his muscles, unnatural as it was. It was incredible, but then–so was the man with an empty prosthetic socket, who sat at your feet like he hadn’t hastily fucked you on your own couch at the end of your first date. Like sex was a small exchange when there was a soul resonance at hand. If you said it out loud? It would sound insane. Holding Bucky’s cheeks in your hands, though…
“I like sushi,” you said softly, “and any carbs, really. So. Jot that one down, for your date ideas. And I’m a fabulous co-pilot if you like road trips. I love Upstate. I excel at floating down a river on an innertube–”
Bucky pushed up between your knees so he could reach your lips and he kissed you senseless. “Doll–”
“Shhh, darling man,” you smiled against his mouth. “I am addicted.” Parroting his words back to him made Bucky beam. “Stay the night. Surprise me in the morning. I don’t care. You’re everything I didn’t think I deserved and–and I’ll keep you. To spite Me.”
Bucky laughed. “It will be a pleasure to help you get revenge on yourself.”
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Little Gub
f!reader x mgg (angst)
summary: it’s been years…a very long time. her hair was fluffy just like his- her smile a carbon copy. her dark hair, eyes and tan skin were all traits of her mother, but you could still see him in her as they laughed together, Matthew..
warnings: mentions of miscarriages and sex
“Well which one does the princess want?” you hear a male voice on the verge of laughter.
“That one- that Barbie comes with a car like the one i have!” came a little girl’s voice afterwards, in which the male voice laughed. “Of course you can Little Gub.”
You knew that voice- all too well. It’s a voice you wish you’d forgotten. One that you didn’t want to think about, yet it replays in your head everyday.
You close your eyes tightly, counting softly to 5. You were scared, knowing that if you opened your eyes he’d be there, and with her. His little angel..his pride and joy. His daughter. She was all grown up now- she was turning 6 soon. You’d never forget when he told you- how excited he was when she got pregnant..when she had her. How you were his first phone call when she went into labor..how after that day you never talked to Matthew again.
Your eyes welled up with tears, but you didn’t want to cry, let alone go into a full on panic attack in the mall. You were shopping for art supplies. You owned a shop nearby- business is good..you’re good, or so you told yourself. Tucking your head into the bags of yarn in your hand you walked pass them as fast as you could. Your heart raced, the tears fell.
“no no- don’t do this to me now..” you whispered to yourself. Only a few steps left, you told yourself. Only a few more steps until you could breathe the fresh morning air and get into your car and forget it ever happened. Only a few..
“Ow!” you snapped back into reality, looking down at her..and one of your bags that laid by her feet.
“oh-! I’m sorry- I’m so sorry.” you scrambled for the bag, cursing yourself in your head. “I’m very sorry..”
“Y/N?” You hear his voice- he said your name. You haven’t heard it fall from his lips in years.
“I’m very sorry-“
“Y/N- it’s okay, it’s alright she’s just dramatic.” In which the girl sticks out her tongue. You gather your bag together and apologize again.
“It’s been a long time, we should hang out! Matter of fact- Little Gub’s birthday is tomorrow, how about you come?” You shake your head,
“I’m sorry- I can’t.” Your hands were shaking as you brushed past him, shoulder bumping his arm..it makes you suck in a shuddering breath as you bolted for the doors to freedom.
The trip to your car felt like a lifetime. Once you were in you turned on the ac, not even bothering to put in your seatbelt. Once you could finally..finally sit back, you cried. You let the last seven years out- hell, you screamed even. you can still hear it..the words leaving your mouth that day- that day that it got worse.
“..another miscarriage.” you had muttered to Matthew. You swallowed down the tears and smiled. “It’s okay though- we can try again, there’s nothing wrong with trying again.” You began to walk away to the front desk when he grabbed you from behind, his head leaning into your neck.
“I’m sorry-“
“It’s not you Matthew, the doctor said nothing’s wrong on your end..it’s me, but we can try again..” He didn’t miss the way your shoulder’s shook as you held back the flow of tears. You didn’t want to cry. You cried the first two times..by three you decided that doubting having a baby won’t allow you to have one- and now with four, it was the hardest thing ever. What hurt you the most was Matthew blaming himself for your misfortune. The doctor told you both it was impossible because of your infertility.
“I love you.” He whispered afterwards…
Over the course of six months after that you didn’t ignore how sad Matthew looked- how disappointed he’d be when the pregnancy tests came back negative, or when you bled within your first week of carrying what could be your child. It was eating him alive, and you couldn’t handle it.
You stopped having sex. You couldn’t even look at him without wanting to break down. You found yourself apologizing to him when he held you in bed..you cried together.
You ended things. You couldn’t help but smile when you did so..you didn’t want to cry, but you didn’t want to lose him either. It was only months later he met her…she was beautiful the first time he’d talked to you on the phone about it. You stayed up for hours listening to his ranting. It was like you were best friends again, before you caught feelings for one another..
They got together shortly afterwards, and again he told you all about it. How happy he sounded..
She became pregnant the following year.
You didn’t miss the excitement in his voice as he talked to you on the phone. He was on speaker, you only stared at the phone through the tears that raced down your cheeks.
And then she had her..his Little Gub he called her, Clementine Marilyn Gubler. He called you before she went into labor, you didn’t pick up a phone call after that day. You read his texts to you- her name, how big she was- he told you everything.
He was finally happy..it’s what you wanted, something good for him. And you…You’d be okay. Therapy was nice for a while, the meds worked wonders. You didn’t like being sober enough to think about them..the happy family Matthew had that wasn’t yours.
You moved on…you found your shop, it was your home your everything. But you knew..something was missing, something you’d never get back.
A knock on your window made you jump. You look over, Matthew’s face smiling sadly at you. He looked over the tear stains on your cheeks, Clementine in his arms. You let down the window as he slides a piece of paper to you, an invitation. It was pink with Barbie on it.
“My number’s on the back, give me a call okay? I’d like to talk again, Y/N..”
He gives you a head nod as he pulls back. You roll up the window and watch as he walks away.. he wasn’t parked far. You can see him kiss her head before putting her in the backseat of the car.
He stared at her for a minute…and then there was a smile. You watch Matthew get into his car, but you were already gone by the time he drove away.
You could help glancing at the pink invitation in your lap, knowing you wouldn’t be showing up
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FAMILY LINE
post azkaban! sirius black x fem! reader
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Synopsis: Sirius has to stay at Grimmauld place and it brings back old memories
Warning/content: talking about an abusive childhood, kissing, my english
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“Sirius?” you asked softly.
The man blinked, returning to reality, a smile finding its way to his lips quickly “Yes?”
“Are you okay?” you tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear carefully, talking quietly, not wanting to scare him. He was staring at the family tree, his fingers tracing the burn where his face was supposed to be.
He nodded, forcing himself to look at you, he didn’t want to alarm you. You cupped his face with your hands “Sirius… Tell me what’s up…”
The last years were complicated and full of emotions. In a matter of a few months, you discovered your first love wasn’t the murderer you thought he was and your best friend was actually alive and a traitor.
And now Sirius had to live in the house he grew up in, in the house responsible for all his cries and sorrows, in the house his parents raised him but forgot to love him in the process. You felt like he was a scared child again.
He never told you in detail what happened here but you could see the way he was staring at the walls when no one was watching.
Sirius’ eyebrows furrowed “I- I’m fine” He always told you he was good at lying and it was true except that you were used to it now and could read him like an open book. You guest he picked up this ability from his mother who probably was the number one manipulator you knew. But Sirius wasn’t mean, he was, in fact, the kindest person you’ve ever met and it made you feel good that even after thirteen years of jail you could feel his lies, after all this time you still knew him like you used to.
“No, you’re not,” you rested your forehead against his.
“I don’t like it here,” he finally said. “I managed my way out of this and now- now I’m here again.”
Without even thinking you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into you, giving him as much warmth and comfort as possible. “But they are not here anymore. No one is going to hurt you”
“I know…” you heard his voice break. You pulled away just enough to see his grey eyes. That’s the moment you remembered how much he hated them. He said it was the same as his father’s. But all you saw was that the moon seemed to have settled in his eyes and you had a chance to look at it every time you gaze at him.
“But even if they’re both dead, I can’t seem to forget what they did. And I hate that they thought I wouldn’t understand. I was a kid but I wasn’t clueless.”
Sirius took a deep breath that broke your heart “If they loved me they wouldn’t have done this to me” You didn’t speak, it seemed like he needed to let it out. “When I was in Azkaban, there was a moment I felt like I was insane, I was finally like them.” He let out an awkward laugh.
“Sirius,...” you sighed as you softly stroked his cheek with your thumb “You’re not like them.”
“I am.”
“You’re not.” You kissed Sirius’ lips and you could feel him relax slightly “You will never hurt anyone… You’d never hurt anyone. Even after all they did, you stayed the same.”
Sirius fled your gaze shyly, “You…,” he wet his lips uncomfortably, “You really mean it?” he said quietly and in front you he became an insecure child again. Eyes big and wide asking you if nothing was wrong with him.
“I do, Sirius.” Those three words were enough for a tear to roll down Sirius’ cheek. He borrowed his face in the crook of your neck as he cried more and more “It’s going to be okay, love,” you whispered again and again until his sobs soften.
“You might share a face and a last name,” you said when he was calmer, “You are not the same, Sirius. You’re nothing like them.”
You held him as tightly as possible, you had found the teenage Sirius again. Sirius missed you so much, there was so many time when he wanted to have you by his side. He might not have a family, but he had you. And you felt like home
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Sweet dreams 'til sunbeams find you
Summary
Crowley awakens on Aziraphale, who is weaving a wreath of autumn leaves. The angel's words and deeds are even sweeter and more sappy than usual, and strangely, Crowley feels no shame in tasting this sweetness. When dreams resemble reality, or vice versa...
Notes
Day 13 : Dream
Absolutely not ashamed about the amount of sugar here…
On Ao3
Rating G - 973 words
Crowley fell asleep with the warmth of Aziraphale's arms around him and awoke to the warmth of a sunbeam on his face.
He opened his eyes, blinking several times in the bright light, and as his eyes adjusted, he saw a sea of tree leaves all around him, ranging in color from yellow to bright red.
The leaves formed a soft, comfortable carpet beneath the demon.
Now that he could see, he noticed Aziraphale sitting on a rock in front of him, seemingly concentrating on something.
Crowley smiled and called softly, "Angel? What are you doing over there?"
Aziraphale smiled back and Crowley saw he was holding something. He moved closer and could now see that it was like a flower crown, except that it was made of the leaves that surrounded them.
He asked quietly, "Who are you going to crown like this?"
"You, of course. You are my king after all."
Aziraphale tied the last strand of the crown, then knelt before Crowley and gently placed it on the hair of the demon, who strangely felt no inclination to protest either the crown or Aziraphale's words.
Aziraphale brushed back a few hairs that didn't fit under the crown, then removed the demon's glasses and placed them beside them.
He moved back and said, his voice full of admiration, "There. Perfect."
Crowley thought he should be used to the tenderness and devotion Aziraphale showed him. But he didn't want to get used to it; he somehow loved the way Aziraphale's compliments made him melt like no one else in the world, and he wanted to feel that way until the end of time.
Ignoring the slight embarrassment he felt, Crowley selected a small amber leaf, approached the angel, and tucked it behind his ear.
Aziraphale laughed softly and asked, "How do I look?"
Crowley brought his face close to hers and whispered against her lips, "You look lovely and I want to kiss you."
The angel replied with a mischievous little smile on his lips, "Well, what are you waiting for?"
Obviously, Crowley couldn't ignore such a challenge, and closing the tiny distance between them, he planted a tender kiss on the angel's lips. Aziraphale wrapped his arms around his neck and held him close, preventing their lips from parting as the demon tried to pull away. The tender kiss lingered for a few moments.
Then, as they parted, Crowley buried his face in the angel's neck and breathed in, intoxicated by his angel's fragrance mingled with that of the autumn around them.
He murmured softly against the angel's skin, "If this is a dream, I don't want to wake up."
He felt Aziraphale press a kiss to his hair and the angel asked, "Why not? Don't you like reality?"
Crowley shook his head and replied, "It's not that. But everything seems so simple here. Even accepting this kind of silliness. I mean, Angel, I wear a fucking crown of autumn leaves on my head, you call me your king, and I'm not even embarrassed. It's just inconceivable that the real me would accept it like that. It must be a dream."
Aziraphale murmured against his hair, "You'll have to open your eyes to find out, my dear."
Crowley lifted his head and asked, confused, "What do you mean, Angel?"
Aziraphale replied softly, "Open your eyes, Crowley."
Crowley suddenly opened his eyes to find himself once again surrounded by a sea of colorful leaves, but this time with the blue of the sky mixed in.
As his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw first the sky, then the branches of the trees, and finally the face of Azirapahle, smiling down at him and tickling the tip of his nose with a small amber leaf. The same one he'd tucked behind the angel's ear in his dream.
Crowley, still a little confused, asked, "Am I awake?"
Aziraphale laughed slightly and replied, "Do I have to pinch you to confirm?"
The angel gently pinched his cheek.
"Hey, Angel!"
"See, my dear, you're wide awake."
Crowley straightened up a little and sat next to the angel, noticing a wreath of dead leaves on his lap
He couldn't help but gasp slightly and asked, "Angel... who is this wreath for?"
Aziraphale replied softly, as in his dream, "For you, of course, you're my king."
Crowley replied, "Angel... do you..."
The angel tilted his head and asked, "Do I what?"
Crowley remembered his dream.
"I mean, Angel, I wear a fucking crown of autumn leaves on my head, you call me your king, and I'm not even embarrassed. It's just inconceivable that the real me would accept it like that. It must be a dream."
"You'll have to open your eyes to find out, my dear."
He realized that he could now choose to protest, because he was a demon, because he wouldn't make a fool of himself wearing such a thing, because he was nobody's king.
Or maybe.
He could just accept this moment.
It wouldn't make him any different.
He could just be a person in love, accepting the sappiness of the one he loves. Just like in his dream.
So he said nothing, just bowed his head in the direction of the angel who gently placed the crown on his hair.
Then Aziraphale took his chin and made him raise his head.
At that moment, reality took over from the dream as the angel pressed his lips to the demon's.
After a lingering kiss, Aziraphale stepped back a little and said softly, "Thank you for indulging me," as if he knew the demon's inner struggle. And he probably did.
Crowley, seeing his Angel's adoring smile at that moment, told himself that reality was definitely much better than the dream and simply captured his Angel's lips in return.
Yes, it was so much better.
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Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead - gimme that sweet sweet grumpy tiefling man please
Rolan sat down next to Francine on the bench and read over what she had already finished translating. The fact that she would draft out the translations on a separate piece of parchment wasn’t lost on him, and he greatly appreciated how neat it made the final drafts.
Setting aside her work, he looked over at Francine. She remained focused on her current task, as though Rolan were just another magical bauble, tome, or scroll that would be assessed at a later time. Not that he minded. There was something romantic in seeing her pour over pages of script and look so engaged. It made his heart ache in the most wonderful way.
“Francine? Francine?”
Nothing. Not a single word. She was miles away in some ancient and forbidden realm, breathing new life into histories forgotten by time.
Rolan sidled up right against her. “My heart?”
“Mm?” She looked at him, suddenly shocked back to reality. “When did you get here?”
Carefully tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, he smiled at her. “I finished reading over the books we got down from the Abjuration section. And I think it’s time to call it a night. Yes?”
Her eyes flitted between him and the work before her. “I just have one more scroll. I’ll finish it, then come to bed. You go on without me”
Rolan wrapped his arms around her. “I think I will make myself your personal nuisance while I wait.”
“As though you haven’t been my very own personal nuisance for as long as I’ve known you?”
“Ah, yes. Of course. I was the one forcing my way into your business while you kicked and screamed first in an idyllic grove, and then again while depressed and drunk in a shadow cursed nightmare.”
“Very accurate,” she laughed, pressing her forehead against his. “Let me at least make a note about where I am.”
“You’re welcome to try.” He leaned away, tilting his head slightly as he held her gaze. “Maybe I’ll start with a few dozen kisses to your cheek and see where that takes me.”
“For free translation services I’m only afforded cheek kisses?”
“Come to bed.” He quirked an eyebrow.
Francine mirrored his expression then turned away from him to make some quick notes. However, before her quill even touched the parchment, a warm hand caressed the side of her neck. He kissed her temple softly, then trailed several more kisses down to her cheek.
“Come to bed.”
Francine’s face burned. And as she began to talk back, Rolan stole a kiss.
His lips lingered against hers. “Come to bed, please.”
“Did you know that you are unbelievably stubborn?”
He nodded, kissing her again more deeply.
“And irritating.” Her voice trembled slightly, as Rolan’s thumb brushed against her ear.
Just when Rolan was about to kiss her a third time, a different voice interjected.
“And he’s got a big ego.”
Both Rolan and Francine turned back to see Lia wearing a somewhat disgusted expression.
“He’s very bad at picking places for romantic trysts as well.” She pointed over her shoulder. “That? Oh, that's just my room. Would love to relax there without seeing my brother do this.”
Not far away, Cal poked his head out of a different room. “Oh gross! Was he being flirty again?”
Rolan held his face in his hands and let out a muffled scream.
Francine cleared her throat, trying not to laugh. Standing, she tugged lightly on Rolan’s sleeve. “Goodnight, Lia.”
“Goodnight, Francine.”
Still tugging a mortified Rolan along, Francine waved goodnight to Cal as well.
“Don't encourage them,” Rolan hissed.
“Oh don’t be like that Rolan,” Cal teased.
Rolan said something under his breath and both Lia’s and Cal’s doors slammed shut simultaneously.
Francine gave him a sidelong glance, smirking.
Unable to handle her silence for longer than a few seconds he bit back, “What?!”
“It’s just that you got what you wanted,” she laughed. “I’m coming to bed.”
“Gods, you’re impossible.” He hid his face in his hands once more, attempting to compose himself.
“I could go back to translat—”
“Absolutely not!”
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The one where Y/N is the daughter of a legendary Team USA coach and used to attend the development program with the boys. 8 years after they last saw each other in person, a reunion brings Jack and Y/N back into each other’s lives... and hearts.
if you keep the light on, i'll keep the light on
XVIII XIX - signed, sealed, delivered (i'm yours) XX
“So… We’re not telling them?” Jack inquired, resting his chin on Y/N's shoulder while she typed a text to her ex-husband.
“No, not yet… I mean, Lily said she had exciting news to share over dinner tonight and I don’t think we should take the spotlight away from her…” the doctor spoke, placing her phone on her back pocket, turning around and holding his face in her hands, reaching for his lips on her tippy toes and planting a small kiss there.
“What could be more exciting for them than for us to announce we’ve decided to give us a chance?” he wondered, wrapping his arms around her waist while her hands moved to play with the hair at the nape of his neck.
“Lily's pregnant.” Y/N replied, smiling as she waited for his response.
His eyes went wide as his mouth formed an O shape.
“I mean, Alex hasn’t told me anything.” she quickly reiterated, placing a loose strand of hair behind her ear, avoiding his intense gaze. “But I just know…”
“Is that so?” Jack smirked.
“Well, you can definitely tell once you’ve been there yourself, you know?” she explained, leaning against the kitchen counter, bringing him closer to her by holding on to the hem of his t-shirt.
The Devils' player placed himself in between her legs, lifting her in his arms to get her to sit up on the marble slate. Y/N gasped almost inaudibly, surprised by his sudden ease and boldness around her.
“I’m listening…” he whispered near her ear, kissing the soft skin just below her earlobe, taking note of how his touch raised goosebumps all over her skin.
“Well, for starters, her nose is slightly swollen. Don’t laugh! It’s a thing!” the coach's daughter scolded as Jack snorted over her statement about their friend’s girlfriend's nose. “The other day, while they were at my place, she went to the bathroom six times in an hour and ate like four donuts. She never eats more than two donuts. It’s public knowledge. She’s been touching her stomach non-stop without even noticing it. Alex won’t leave her side and spent the wedding moping around… Now she wants to announce something over dinner before they head back to LA for her rehearsals… It all adds up.”
Jack stared at her, completely in awe of her beauty, even after they were up all night talking and kissing and ended up falling asleep next to each other on the floor of his living room. Her hair was now tied into what looked like a mix between a bun and a low ponytail, a few strands tucked behind her tiny ears. Alina’s big, make-up-free eyes showed him just how tired but oh so very happy she was. Dear god, she looked perfect. And she was his to keep.
“You do have a point…” he snapped himself back to reality, once again establishing intense eye contact with her before attacking her face with small, sloppy kisses. “But I guess we’ll know for sure tonight.” the brunette man added in between pecks.
Y/N leaned her head back, allowing him to move to the skin on her neck and rejoicing over how good it felt to be kissed there. She hadn’t been touched like that in what felt like forever. The petite woman placed her hands on his shoulders, pulling him as close to her as she could.
The Devils' player held on to the back of her neck, inhaling the scent of her perfume, one that would not simply fade away. It appeared that she was still using the same fragrance she did back in high school. It was her perfume. Her scent. And he couldn’t get enough of it.
“Rowdy…” she moaned softly, in order to get his attention.
“Mmm…” he replied absentmindedly, not breaking the contact between his lips and her neck.
“Kiss me.”
“I am kissing you…” he chuckled, a crooked smile making its way into his face as he pulled away from Y/N's neck so he could look at her face.
How can her presence be this inebriating?
“I mean, on the lips…” Y/N rephrased her sentence, blushing.
“Oh. Right. I can do that.”
The doctor smiled wickedly, getting a hold of his dark hair once again and bringing his face closer to hers.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
And, just like that, their lips were connected into a passionate kiss. Y/N went all out, deepening it and forgetting to breathe until Jack pulled away to get some air himself. It didn’t take her long to whimper at the loss of physical contact, making the raven-haired man groan at how hot that sounded and the thought of what could eventually ensue. He went back in, making her smile into the kiss. Jack leaned over her body, making her lie down on the dark counter, her legs tightly wrapped around his waist.
Suddenly, a loud ringtone echoed through the apartment, both being caught off-guard by it.
“Jesus Christ.” Y/N let out, still trying to catch her breath.
Jack laughed loudly, his face red and his hair disheveled as he pulled away from her and helped her up.
“It’s probably Z being annoying. Let me just get my phone, or else he won’t stop.”
“Worst case scenario?”
“He’ll show up and ask if I’m acting like a little bitch because you stood me up and proceed to tell me there are plenty of fish in the sea. And then see you. And probably make a video and create a group chat so he can expose us to all of our friends.”
“Very Trevor Zegras of him, yes.” Y/N mocked in a sing-song voice, earning a hearty laugh from her... boyfriend?
Jack moved to the living room, finding his phone under the couch, stopping himself from picking up the call as he saw the painting she had gifted him the night before resting on his couch.
“It’s not my best, I know…”
Her voice came from the hall, where she currently stood, looking tinier than usual. He knew what she was doing. She was making herself look small.
Y/N's insecurities were not new to anyone who hung out with her for long enough. The self-deprecating jokes, the self-belittling comments. She didn’t like to be the center of attention, much to her friends’ dismay. It was kind of contradicting: she was a scholar and she loved to help others, but she wasn’t comfortable when the spotlight was shining directly down on her. She could never let herself believe for a second she was more than what she appeared to be. He knew it got worse once he started dating Charlie.
God, that feels like a lifetime ago.
Charlie made Y/N believe she was only as beautiful or as smart or as talented as he said she could be. He fed off her pre-existing insecurities and made sure he amplified them so he could have her wrapped around his finger. It was a cruel game and, to her friends, is seemed as if she shrunk herself one more inch to fit into her ex-husband’s standards, she’d disappear. If only they had realized earlier on that the façade Charlie constructed so they looked like they were a perfectly functional team was a dirty lie. But Y/N Y/L/N was one hell of an actress. And she was holding on to her marriage for dear life because, after all, who else would love her despite her flaws? She was way too flawed, way to fragile. Or so she thought. When Cole caught her sobbing uncontrollably holding on to her chest in Joey's bedroom on the exact day she turned twenty-six, he gave her an ultimatum: either she broke it off or she’d fade away and her daughter would never have the mother she desperately needed. And that’s when it clicked. Her motherly instinct kicked in, she asked for a divorce and never looked back. Of course, Jack had to learn all of this from Trevor, because, for some reason, the couple started not showing up to events whenever he was attending.
“Don’t do that.” the brunette man muttered.
“That?”
“Question your talent. This is incredible, babe… And it has such an important meaning to both of us. You’re so brave and creative. Who else would do this? Show up at a guy’s apartment with a painting with an entire backstory and kiss him while he’s basically begging her to consider dating him and trying to keep tears from falling from his eyes?”
She chuckled lightly, her eyes moving to the painting as she padded to his side.
“No one. That’s who. You’re the only one who could make my heart go like this – “ he stopped, reaching for her hand and placing it right over his beating heart.”- whenever you come near me. Whenever you look at me. Whenever you smile. Whenever you laugh or scrunch up your nose. Ever since the reunion this little fella has been thumping so hard inside my ribcage, I feel like I’m a walking imminent heart attack. No one – and I mean no one – has ever had this kind of hold over me. You have bewitched me, body and soul."
And I love, I love, I love you. . Mr. Darcy’s next line popped up in his head, but he chose to leave it unspoken.
“I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.” Y/N completed his thought, gazing at him adoringly, a tender smile playing on her lips.
Jack's phone rang once again, bursting their bubble. He glanced at the mobile device that rested on his left hand, immediately recognizing Trevor's picture on the screen.
“Speak of the devil.” the Devils' player pointed to their friend’s name on his phone.
“You have a gift.” the doctor quipped, shrugging.
“I have a very annoying friend.” he retorted, pressing the green button and moving his index finger to his lips so Y/N would not make a sound once he put him on speaker. “Hey, what’s up?”
“What’s up ?” his friend screeched from the other side of the line. “Y/N called me asking me for your address and you stopped replying while we were live texting the game last night so… I connected the dots, Hughesy.”
“You haven’t connected the –“
“I have connected the dots. I assume she’s still there, hu? She didn’t want to tell me what she was going to do, but you can do it for her. I’m not a snitch, I’ve got you covered.”
“Z.”
“I mean if it had been Alex, I would understand. Like, he can’t keep a secret to save his life. Or Lily's. Or the baby’s. Poor –“
“Woah, woah, baby?” Jack interrupted Trevor, surprised he of all people knew what was happening in Lily and Alex's lives.
Y/N's head shot up at the mention of the word baby.
“Shit, I promised Alex I wouldn’t say a word.”
Jack heard a sound that could only possibly be Trevor slapping his own forehead, bursting into laughter as his friend muttered a muffled Ow! and Y/N tried her best to keep a straight face.
“And Alex's the blabbermouth, hu?”
“Shut up, Hughes. We all know you wouldn’t last a day with a secret like this to keep. I’ve known since the reunion. Ha!”
“What…how?”
“I saw Alex crying while looking at a sonogram in the bathroom. It was weird.”
“God, he's done for.”
“You tell me... But enough of that, Jacko!Stop trying to distract me: did Y/N come over or not?”
Jack looked at Y/N with a huge smile on his face, while she proceeded to put her hand over her mouth.
“Sorry, buddy…”
“What?”
“She didn’t come over. Haven’t seen her since the wedding. You know, the whole kissing incident.” he shrugged, acting as if his friend could actually see him.
“Shit, why did she ask me for your address then? She sounded really desperate.”
The brunette man raised his eyebrows, facing the petite woman as she rolled her eyes.
“Must’ve wanted to send me my sweater. I never got it back.” he shot her a pointed look, as if he was jokingly asking her to return it, to which she responded by sticking her tongue out.
That’s a no, then.
“Oh, right. Good, that color didn’t really suit your skin tone anyway.”
As the two best friends continued talking about Y/N and how she was definitely not at Jack's, the doctor moved to scan through his living room, her eyes immediately landing on a very old-looking box that sat on the shelf a few inches above her head and that she could only assume had been there since the very beginning of time. She was drawn to it like a moth to a flame. Obviously, she didn’t want to snoop, but she was wondering what secrets it kept inside.
Y/N tried distracting herself from the mysterious box by looking at the pictures the Devils' player had framed and placed on said shelf, some of them with his parents, some of them with friends, one with the team from Plymouth, very similar to the one she had posted on her Instagram not that long ago. Y/N wanted to take a closer look at it, so she tried getting it from in between the other frames without knocking them all down. As much as she wanted it to turn out that way, she wasn’t so lucky.
Finally snatching it from the place where it rested, the frames that were on its left started to fall down, startling both Y/N and Jack. Panicking, she did her best to pick them all up and restoring them to their original places, inadvertently elbowing the box she so desperately wanted to know the contents of, making it land on the hardwood floor right by her feet, its contents practically flying out of it.
“What’s that noise?” Trevor inquired, oblivious to the pandemonium in his friend’s living room.
“I think it’s the neighbor’s cat, must’ve come in through the window again. Look, I’ll call you back later, alright?”
“Yeah, sure… Cat whisperer. Love you. Call me!” his friend quipped, hanging up.
Y/N was already on the floor when he got to her, frantically trying to gather as many items as she could while apologizing profusely.
“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have been prying and moving stuff around. I just wanted to check out the picture of us you had up there and it all went fucking domino effect on me. I’m sorry, I – are these cassette tapes?" she stopped rambling as soon as she realized what exactly she was holding in her hands. There were dozens of them scattered around her.
Jack smiled softly and nodded, gathering up a couple of them and placing them back in the box where they belonged.
“God, these look old! Are they collectibles?”
“Mess…”
“Have I ruined them? You won’t be able to listen to them anymore, will you?”
“Y/N.”
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. Just give me the names and I’ll try to find more. Unless…”
“Y/N.”
“They had sentimental value? Were they your granddad’s? I’m so –“
“Y/N Y/L/N, will you let me talk?”
The doctor shut up, pleading eyes speaking when her mouth couldn’t. She signaled with her head for him to carry on, holding on to one of the cassette tapes in particular, she didn’t even know why.
“They’re empty... I mean, they can’t really be played…but they do have something inside…” he rambled, his cheeks flushing to a deep shade of pink.
Her eyes scanned through his face. To say the finding was leaving her itching for more information was an understatement. She had always been way too curious for her own good.
“What’s inside?” Y/N asked, coyly.
“Well, they're like journal entries…” he reluctantly admitted, eyeing the cassette tape she was holding in her dainty fingers.
“Oh my god, are you saying that I, Y/N Y/L/N, am in possession, at this very moment, of a Jack Hughes original handwritten journal page? That’s it, I’m taking all of these and making a shitload of money selling them on Ebay or something.”
Jack chuckled softly, taking the old, dusty item from her hands and opening it. Out came a neatly folded small sheet of paper that he proceeded to carefully unfold and hand back to her so she could read what was written on it.
She smirked at him, playfully, raising her eyebrow.
“Just read it, doofus.”
Y/N swatted his arm, padding to his couch and sitting down, scanning through the handwritten scribbles that looked like they were at the very least, a few years old. Meanwhile, he got up, picking up a couple of items that rested a few feet away from them and returning them to their rightful place. After a couple of minutes, and having read it over and over again, she raised her head, a quizzical expression plastered on her face.
“Oh, wow. You wrote this?” the young woman inquired, intrigued by the entry that was apparently named Sun.
“Hmm…Yeah… Every single one of these – “ he started, pointing to the pile of cassettes that were now all over his floor. “ – are ripped pages from the journal the team's psychologist made me write back in camp.”
“Dude, are you kidding me? This is so beautifully written. You’re sitting on a pile of gold. Why isn’t your agent making you release this in a memoir or something? People would go nuts over all of this, I’m sure.”
“Well, I never really shared them with anyone before… hence the weird hiding place… Z knows I used to write a lot back in the day and has been looking for them for years but I hid them in the only place he will never look for them: an old box filled with dusty cassette tapes…He’s highly allergic to dust and steers clear of anything that might trigger an incessant sneeze fest.” Jack confessed, scratching the back of his head. “I wrote them all in high school and a couple of years into my pro career, I guess.” he chuckled, looking away as her wondering eyes found his.
“Oh? I didn’t know you had a muse in high school… You’re full of surprises, aren’t you Jack Hughes?” Y/N teased, rising from her spot on the floor, leaving the tiny piece of paper on the coffee table as she approached the raven-haired man and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Do I know her?”
He bit down on his bottom lip, looking at her and placing his large hands on her lean waist.
“Come on, Hughes, you’re killing me here! You must’ve had it really bad if you wrote these many entries about that person… I mean, are they all about her?”
Jack simply nodded. They were all about the same subject. Always about the same bubbly, kind, beautiful girl he spent most of his days with. The Devils' player remembered writing every single one of those pages, each word and each feeling engraved into his mind. Thoughts of the sleepless nights, stressing about his future, eased out by the sound of music and the thoughts that wouldn’t leave his mind until he penned them down and proceeded to hide them on that box came flooding in and he couldn’t help but lean down and peck her lips.
“Mmm…” she hummed softly, breaking the delicious contact between them. “Oh no, buddy, don’t think you’ll get out of this one that easily…” Y/N warned, now resting her hands on his chest so he couldn’t get any closer to her. “I enjoy our spontaneous kissing as much as you do but I am really curious about this mystery girl. Was it Zoe? She was really cute!” the beautiful woman stopped to analyze his reaction. “No? Oh. My. God. Was it Lily? It was, wasn’t it? Is this why you refuse to show this to anyone? It’s a huge bro code infraction, I know…but still, Lily and Alex have been dating for years and have a kid on the way, so I really don’t think this would have a significant impact on –“
She was interrupted by his lips crashing into hers once again, stopping her in the midst of her rambling. The coach's daughter gasped, surprised at first, but eventually melted into his arms. He really was a great kisser. After a few seconds, he pulled away, leaning his forehead against hers as she looked up at him all doe-eyed and woozy.
“It was you.” he murmured, almost inaudibly.
“What?” she mumbled, still feeling like she was walking on clouds.
“It was you, Y/N. The girl I wrote all these entries about. Y/N Y/L/N. The dream girl.”
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It’s Baby Time, Part 3
***
As the euphoria started to fade just a tiny bit, reality set in. Giving birth wasn’t exactly an elegant business. There was a lot of blood and other…stuff surrounding them. Not to mention his hand, and clothes, which were trashed. More importantly, Kensi was still sitting in the middle of floor in only his t-shirt; she had to be freezing.
“Hey, let’s get you against the tub,” he suggested, noticing Kensi lilting to the side. He glanced around the bathroom, which was hardly a comfortable place to rest. “I guess we could get you in bed, but I’m not sure it’s a good idea to move that much before Sheila gets here.”
“Yeah, I don’t think I could move if I wanted to right now,” Kensi agreed. Together, they managed to get her, and the babies, shuffled back against the tub, a couple towels behind her for cushion. He grabbed several more bath towels from the cabinet—they’d be absolutely destroyed after this, but Deeks thought it was a worthwhile sacrifice—and laid them over Kensi’s legs.
“Are you ok? I mean, relatively speaking. You’re not in extreme pain or going to pass out?”
Kensi shook her head once, head falling to the side. One of the babies gave a high pitched cry, instinctively rooting against Kensi’s shirt. They were starting to move more, little fingers reaching aimlessly to explore their new world.
“Oh, are you hungry already, Sweetie?” Kensi whispered softly, that awe back again. She looked up at Deeks, already trying to wriggle free of one sleeve. “Can you help me take this off?”
After a significant amount of maneuvering, they finally got the shirt off, and Kensi let out a sigh of relief as she cradled both babies against her bare skin.
Deeks couldn’t tear his eyes away, marveling at seeing of their twins in real life, not just a blurry sonogram, to feel their fingers curl around his. And he marveled at Kensi’s strength.
“I’m going to call Sheila again and let her know what’s going on,” he told Kensi, reluctant to take his eyes off them for even a second.
“She’s going to be mad we’re putting her out of business,” Kensi joked. “And then you need to call—
“—Rosa,” they said together.
***
“Well, I shouldn’t be surprised that you two decided to make an early and very surprising arrival,” Sheila Balthazar said, speaking to the babies as she held a stethoscope to the little boy’s chest. She shot Kensi and Deeks a smirk. “From everything I’ve heard, your mom and dad are handfuls too.”
After helping deliver the placentas—Deeks was vaguely relieved he hadn’t needed to do that part himself—Sheila let Kensi and the babies have a little more skin time before having Deeks cut their umbilical cords.
Now, Kensi was tucked into bed, the baby girl in her arms while Sheila finished their physicals. She’d already weighed them, checked their reflexes, and breathing.
She tilted her head, shifting stethoscope diaphragm a few millimeters to the left. After a few more seconds, she reswaddled the baby, handing off to Deeks, who cradled him to his bare chest.
“They’re both small, but that’s normal for twins, especially when they’re a little early,” she explained. You have two beautiful, healthy babies. Congratulations, Kensi and Deeks.”
“Thank you,” Kensi murmured, wiping a few tears from her eyes. Deeks reached for her hand, and squeezed it.
“And good job to both of you with the delivery. I’m so sorry I couldn’t get here in time.”
“Well, fortunately, we had a good teacher,” Deeks teased, nuzzling the top of the baby’s head. Then more seriously, he nodded to Kensi. “What about Kensi. You said there wasn’t any tearing and everything else looked good, but should we be doing anything else.”
“Yes. You should all rest,” she told him gently. “Right now Kensi’s body is doing exactly what it should be. I’m going to stay overnight, like we discussed, just to monitor for any changes. For now though, I’m going to clean up that bathroom while you snuggle these babies.”
Deeks started to get up, but she pointed a finger at him, her glare firm.
“You stay put. You’ve already done enough, and believe me, you’re gonna need the rest.”
Deeks sank back onto the bed, nodding to Sheila in thanks. He glanced over at Kensi, who was doing a terrible job of not laughing at him.
“Oh shush. You ready to call Rosa?”
“Yes! I feel bad that we didn’t do it sooner,” Kensi said.
“Well, we were slightly occupied. Besides it’s probably a good thing that she didn’t see when everyone was covered in blood.” Deeks pointed out as he hit Rosa’s picture in his phone.
Kensi wrinkled her nose. “Oh yeah, that’s not a first good look,” she agreed.
“Besides, she probably was in the middle of a class when all this went down.”
The FaceTime dial tone rang a few times, before Rosa picked up, audio connecting before the video.
“Hey Rosa.”
“Hi Marty. Is everything ok? You don’t usually call me in the middle of the day,” she said.
“Everything is fine,” Deeks told her, keeping his voice calm and reassuring. “But, uh, we do have a surprise for you.” He turned the phone so the entire bed was in frame.
Rosa frowned for a second, then her mouth dropped open. “Oh my god, you had the babies!” she shouted. “When did this happen?”
“Like an hour ago?” Deeks tilted his head. “Maybe less. Kinda hard to tell. Time’s a little nebulous right now.”
“In true nature for our family, they decided to show up early and fast,” Kensi said, shifting against her mound of pillows. She glanced at Deeks briefly, her smile soft and fond. “So quickly, that Deeks had to deliver them.”
“Oh mi dios,” Rosa whispered, covering her mouth. “¿Estás bien, Kensi?“
“Yeah, I’m fine. I mean, fine for just having pushed two babies out with very little warning,” Kensi amended. Rosa still looked concerned. “I promise I’m ok. Sheila said we’re all healthy.”
“Thank goodness.” Rosa smiled, putting a hand on her cheek. “Are they girls or boys? No wait, don’t tell me. I want to find out when I get there,” she said, speaking almost as fast as Deeks could in heightened moments. “I’ll be there in an hour and a half. Maybe less.”
“Don’t you have another class?” Deeks asked, his dad side kicking in.
“There’s no way I’m going to ethics when I have two siblings waiting at home. The professor’s cool anyway. He’ll understand,” Rosa said. By the way the video shook, he guessed she had already started for her car, at a fast pace.
“Alrighty, then. Drive carefully, see you soon, and we love you.”
“Love you, Rosa,” Kensi called out softly.
***
Deeks heard the door open and shut roughly and hour and forty minutes after they hung up with Rosa. A minute later, a breathless and excited Rosa popped her head through door.
She hesitated, seeing that Kensi and the twins were sleeping. Deeks gestured her in, rising to meet her with a hug.
“Hi,” she whispered.
“Hey. I’m glad you made it.” Deeks gave her an extra tight squeeze, before gestured to the bed. “You want to see them?”
“Oh, I don’t want to wake them up.”
“It’s ok,” Kensi slurred, pushing herself up a little. “I’m just dozing. Come sit down.”
Rosa gingerly sat on the very edge of the bed, looking uncertain now as she peered at the little blanket covered bundles on Kensi’s lap.
“Rosa, meet your brother, Caleb, and your sister, Sophia,” Kensi introduced them.
“Oh, they’re beautiful.”
“Go ahead, you can hold them,” Kensi encouraged her. Rosa didn’t move, her expression shifting to one of uncertainty.
Deeks shifted onto the other side of the bed, scooping up Sophia. “Here, Rosamund, you won’t hurt them.”
“But they’re so tiny,” she whispered.
“I know, but it’ll be ok.” He carefully shifted Sophia into Rosa’s arms, which shook a little as she gathered the baby against her chest.
She ran her index finger along Sophia’s cheek, who made a soft sigh-yawn in response, one of her minuscule hands blindly reaching out. “Oh.” A tear slipped down Rosa’s cheek along with the soft exhalation.
“Are you ok, sweetie?”
She nodded, a few more tears falling. “This is everything I’ve ever wanted,” she finally said. “I’m just so happy.”
Kensi wordlessly wrapped her free arm around Rosa’s back, tugging her close
“We are too,” Deeks murmured, embracing Kensi, Rosa, and the twins. He tucked Rosa’s head under his chin, marveling at the family they’d created.
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A/N: Did I just give Kensi an incredibly easy (relatively speaking in terms of speed and pain), if crazy birth experience? Why yes, I did.
I hope you enjoyed this little story!
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Hi, I love the concept of Elysium’s Tears so much, and I was wondering if you could do something in that universe?
hey! yeah okay so you've got me to write the first part of the next chapter so thank you for that! I'm really glad you like the meta behind it so I hope you enjoy!
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Alec wakes to the chaos of his dreams being chased away by warmth and a strong presence.
Alec feels contained. In a way he’s never been able to have.
The world has always been too small for him. His height and his dreams carried him far away from the closeness Alec once thought he’d never be allowed to have.
It’s only ever been the dreams of Magnus, of his future touch and the promise of his love that have kept Alec in touch enough with reality to find him.
And the reality of Magnus is so much better than the dreams promised.
Because Alec hasn’t been carried or held or even just touched so gently in what feels like more years than he’s actually been alive.
And while Alec always knew that Magnus would be able to carry him — that he will always be able to carry him, to hold him, to never cage him but always protect him — experiencing it for himself is still so different. It’s real in a way that the too-soft-silk-brushes of time flowing through his mind like mercury isn’t.
He can hear the rustle of a page turning and he hums and turns his head, shuffling just a little until he can but against Magnus’ side.
“Waking?” Magnus asks him and Alec hums because it’s a possibility, but he also might not.
Not here in the safe space of Magnus and no dreams.
“Whatever you want.” He’s promised, like Alec is allowed to want things now. Like he’s an actual person and not a living artifact sent from Raziel for the clave to make demands of as they please.
And Alec soaks into the warmth with a happy groan and nuzzles closer, legs tucking against Magnus' own while fingers scratch against his scalp.
“You’re a big kitten.” Magnus murmurs softly and Alec stretches, rolling his muscles in a way he remembers seeing cats do. Magnus sucks in a breath and his hands tighten and Alec hopes that means he likes it.
And then he impatiently nudges Magnus’ side again, eager for the petting to contain.
“Alright then, kitten.” Magnus says, like a tease, like it's a little name between the two of them and Alec likes it. He likes when Magnus brands him with his words and his gaze, covering him under Magnus’ power and authority like nothing can touch him now that he’s Magnus’.
And they can’t.
Because Alec will see.
And he will know.
He’s never been great at seeing the timeline and path of his own fate and future, but that doesn’t matter because he can see Magnus’ and he’s always seen his future through Magnus.
So what does it matter if his own future is blurry when Alec knows Magnus is the polaris of his life.
And so Alec will do what the clave has been trying to pull from him for years.
He will tell Magnus everything.
Every little soft whisper that the wind blows into his ear. Every image that the moon slips to his eyes during the night. Every secret that slips it’s way into his mouth he will share.
Because Alec’s never known rest until Magnus held him and he’s had years alone. Alec knows more than he can bear to remember and it’s stored in his soul. Waiting, all of it, for Magnus’ use.
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Dream a Little Dream of Me - III
Celestia has a cruel sense of humor. He's always known this, ever since his days as a student. But a soulmate? Really?
Dottore/Female Reader Soulmate AU. Expect lore speculation, interpretations, etc.
Available on AO3 as well.
Set-up and rehearsal that morning was, thankfully, brief. As much as you tried, your mind was preoccupied, both with the remnants of your dream and with all of the details of Sumeru City. Lush colors and tantalizing food and beautiful flora were everywhere you looked and you wanted nothing more than to savor as much of it as you could.
You spent the afternoon with a small group of friends, all of whom were just as excited as you to have a chance to relax before the performance and happy to finally be out of Fontaine. You split meals between all of you, sampling coconut charcoal cakes and shawarma and Tandoori roast chicken, all the while discussing that night’s lineup, gifts for family or friends, and where others wished to visit within the city limits.
Tours made it so hard to get to know the places you went. You were there just long enough to get a lay of the land but gone before you could appreciate everything that caught your eye. Given how much equipment was needed for such events, it made more sense to stay and do multiple performances; even if the tours were more political and diplomatic than they were anything else, time amongst other nations wouldn’t go amiss. At least tonight’s event was open to the public and not limited to just the Sages or students of the Akademiya.
Your wallet was lighter on mora after lunch (money well spent but it needed to last you until the next round of paychecks) and you decided on window-shopping rather than drain your coffers further. As you wandered Treasures Street and passed through crowds to look at beautiful abaya, gallabya, salwar kameez, and other garments, you swore you caught a glimpse of…
No, that couldn’t be right.
You were seeing things. Had to be. The line between reality and your dreams didn’t feel as hard as it usually did; your mind was too preoccupied as it was and you certainly hadn’t slept as well as you thought you had.
But what if…
It was always a possibility, wasn’t it? That one day, you might just…
You tried to quell the flutter in your stomach. It was just your lack of sleep getting the better of you. After all, you were in a new city, taking in new sights, spending what little free time you had among company that made your job all the better. Times like this made the tours worth the homesickness and tight budgeting worth it.
And if you ended up actually coming face-to-face with the person you shared your dreams with along the way, well, that was just a bonus.
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“A full house,” one of your friends hissed as you settled into your chair, sitting forward slightly to adjust the cello between your knees. “You can see the Sages up in the balcony, all of them in the first row. Swore I heard a guard mention something about a Fatui Harbinger being around too. Didn’t think they went this far south…”
“Well, you’ll just have to play your best, then,” you teased, throwing a smile. “And make their trip worth it.”
You tested the strings softly and fixed the tuning a final time before you angled the instrument slightly to the right, so your bow would reach every string. Your Vision was tucked away, as required by the dress code; its power a reminder of the dedication it took to come this far. The familiar presence of the wooden body against your chest and the position of your left hand comforted you as the conductor took their position and a hush fell on both sides of the curtain.
The first note pulled from the strings at your fingertips was low and rich, elongated to stretch into what felt like eternity, before flowing into the next. The vibrations emanated through the body and neck and passed through your fingertips and knees, its heartbeat and breath solely dependent on the motions you made and the way you held it. Playing was always an extension of yourself, the bassy swells filling you as much as they filled the air around you, and yet keeping you in the tightest grip. Perhaps it was just the resonance with your element but your nerves were never as frayed as your fellow musicians’ when it came to performances. This was what you practiced for, what you played for; the emotional release and expression that only made sense when paired with the black and white notes on the pages before you, poured out to those who deigned to listen.
When it was all over, the final note hanging as you flourished your bow, the grip holding your lungs finally released itself. You felt light and floaty, like the kites you saw at the coastal towns fluttering with every bump of wind.
The crowd was nothing but a sea of applause, the lights from the stage too bright to make out anything other than the general shapes and colors of faces and clothes. Your eyes scanned the balcony, finding six sages, identifiable only by their finery and bearing of the Akademiya emblem. All of them were seemingly moved by the performance. Beyond that, it was difficult to see anything else, let alone verify the claims of another nation’s presence. Although…was that…there was certainly a figure with turquoise hair, just near the back…
You were certain this time. You couldn’t see their face but it didn’t matter. You would know that color anywhere.
Once the curtains closed, word of a late dinner plans and celebrations began to circulate almost immediately. The idea of more food and a night out was appealing, especially to your growling stomach.
The floating feeling was lingering longer than usual, your inspiration already sparking as clusters and patterns of notes took shape in your mind. You wouldn’t sleep if you didn’t get them down and they would be gone in the morning…
And then there was the matter of the stranger-not-stranger, probably already long gone. The crushing feeling in your chest returned, driven not by musician euphoria but desperation, a need for closure. You needed to see their face, hear their voice, confirm for yourself if it was the man you knew only in your sleep. But the likelihood of being able to find them was already out of the realm of possibility with every second ticking by.
It was settled for you, ultimately: composing would clear your mind and get rid of the distracting ideas bubbling in your head.
You wished everyone a good time and excused yourself, mentioning that you would probably just grab dinner and go to bed. You tried not to take the looks of disappointment too personally but at least those you spent time with understood.
Dedicated, even married to your craft, some would say. Music came first. It always came first. That was the difference between you and the other musicians you worked with, some of whom were only here due to connections and mora and abilities just above average.
Arrogant, perhaps. Others certainly saw you as such.
What they failed to understand was that you worked for it, tirelessly and without complaint. You already had several compositions published and performed, small though they were. Composing was, for you, a need and one akin to putting a chisel and hammer to stone or a pencil to paper, carving away the stone or paper until the image revealed itself; you coaxed melodies and harmonies out of the ether and committed them to bars.
These moments were fleeting and you would steal them while you had the chance.
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Fly Away With Me
Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x GN!Reader
Summary: Date night with Bradley in the stars
Tags: No gendered pronouns or descriptions of physical appearance used except the line "his fingers getting lost in your hair". Just some sweet fluff!
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You sat on the bay window with your knees tucked to your chest, your feet rubbing circles on top of each other. The cool breeze from outside drifts in through the open glass, running down your skin leaving goose bumps behind in its trail. You pull the throw blanket off the back of the couch and over top of you, being careful not to spill the drink in your hands in the process. You take a sip of your drink as the sun starts to set. You leaned back against the window frames, closing your eyes and basking in the light of golden hour.
Your mind started to drift as you listened to the sound of the seagulls in the distance. You thought about Bradley. Being in a relationship with someone in the service wasn’t easy. There were more nights spent apart from each other than together. Never have a guaranteed day off, or date night, and plans almost always being moved at least once before they eventually fall through. Occasionally Rooster would be able to make it home, but it was always long after you were asleep. He would crawl into bed next to you, pulling you as close to him as he could, never wanting to let go. Sometimes he could only spend a few hours in bed sleeping with you before having to return to base, but he would soak up every second of quality time he could get. Loving Bradley was worth all of the sacrifices, but peaceful nights like tonight still left a small ache in your chest as his absence.
The growing volume of music slowly draws you back to reality. Jazz trumpets ring softly from outside. You toss the blanket to the side, a cold shiver rolling across your lap in its absence. You place your drink down on the side table as you examine the empty backyard trying to find out where it’s coming from.
Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away…
The lyrics ring in your ears, bringing a smile to your face. Bradley always loved this song and sang it to you on your quiet nights in the house. His chest pressed to your back as he stood behind you, his chin resting perfectly on top of your head. His hands would rest on your hips, slowly swaying the two of you back and forth as he would sing softly. This song being his subtle way of asking you time and time again to be his.
As you made your way through the house to the front door the music grew louder.
Once I get you up there, I’ll be holding you so near, you may hear, angels cheer, ‘cause we’re together…
You open the front door to see the love of your life before you. It took a second for your mind to process that he was actually here. Leaning against the front porch pole, wearing a half cocked smile, a small bouquet of flowers held carefully in his hands. The aviators sat down his nose just far enough to get a peak of his beautiful brown eyes, a small speaker sitting beside him on the railing. Your hands covered your heart as you took in the entirety of the moment.
“Bradley…” You started to get choked up as you watched his smile grow larger with each step toward you he took. He set the flowers down on the ground before wrapping you tightly in his arms. You buried your face in his chest, relishing in his scent and warmth. He kissed the top of your head before pulling back and taking your face in his hands.
“I’ve missed you so much, honey.” He pulls your face closer to his, your lips colliding with the same electricity as the first time he kissed you. You melted into the taste of him, his fingers trailing along your jawline towards your ears. Bradley’s hands flattened out against the side of your head, his fingers getting lost in your hair, as the two of you kept from parting lips.
The need for air finally breaks the moment. Heat rushes to your face, as you let out a small chuckle. "What are you doing home? I didn't think you'd have any time off this week."
"They had to do surprise maintenance on the jets, so they gave us the night. I have a surprise for you." He said taking your hand in his. You didn't question him because you already knew he wouldn't tell you.
He opened your door before aiding you, even thought you didn't need it, into his bronco. He shut your door before kissing your cheek through the open window.
With each turn you tried to figure out where he was taking you. The sun has since set, making it harder to figure out his plan in the dark. His hand rested on your thigh, your hand snaked around his wrist to rest on top of his hand in return. The closer you got you realized he was actually taking you to Maverick's hanger, before surely enough pulling onto his road.
"What are we doing here?" You asked him puzzled.
"You'll see." He gave your thigh a little pat as he parked the truck beside the building. He hopped put and again opened your door, taking your hand to get you safely to the ground.
His fingers intertwine with yours as he leads you both towards the runway. You can see a blanket laid out on one of the two tarmacs, candles in Mason jars spread out all around. There was a basket of food, glasses, and a bottle of sparkling cider.
"Honey! I love it!" You stood on the tops of your toes to kiss his cheek. The two of you took your place on the blanket as he set out plates for you both, serving the finger food meal for each of you.
You spent the next little bit laughing and talking, eating and sipping in the drinks, just soaking in every minute of this rare quality time you get together.
Bradley looked up to the sky before sighing softly. "I wanted to give you a meal under the stars, but apparently that didn't work out…"
You joined his gaze at the sky to see some light clouds had rolled in, covering the shining lights. You rested your hand on his before turning his face towards yours.
"It's still perfect darling. I love it, and I love you.” You kissed his lips softly, brushing away a fallen curl from his forehead as you broke apart. A mischievous grin lands on his face, yours wearing a concerned look to match. “What…”
“I have an idea so you can see the stars. Come with me.” He pulls you up to your feet, his pace just short of a jog as he brings you to the bay doors of the hanger. He pulls them wide open to reveal Maverick’s plane, amongst all of his other belongings.
“You can’t be serious…”
With little to no effort Bradley pulled himself up onto the wings and seated himself in the pilot seat of the plane. It started up with no problems, all lights and gauges reading perfect, so the two of you began to taxi onto the empty tarmac.
“Maverick is on a sailing trip with Penny. He’ll never know!” Before you could argue
Bradley was already over at the plane, pulling the cover off. As skeptical as you were of his plan, the idea of seeing the stars in the sky, from the sky, was so exciting. So, you helped Bradley get everything prepped before he helped you climb into the backseat. He helped you secure your harness and headset, checking the mic and audio to make sure you could hear him and vice versa.
“Are you sure you know how to fly this thing? It’s not the same as your fighter jets!” You called hesitantly into the com.
“I helped Mav fix this thing up! I’ve flown it before, don't worry honey.” He did some final checks of pressure levels, flipping switches that you were sure didn’t even do anything except make him look sexy, before the plane began to make its way forward, picking up speed rapidly.
“Remember what I taught you!” He urged just before lifting off the ground. You were reminded to watch your hands, making sure not to grab anything you shouldn’t out of reaction. As you ascended into the skies you were quickly swallowed by the fluffy clouds. Your heart lurched at how all vision of direction and sense of surroundings was lost, taking in a small sharp breath.
“It’s alright Honey, we’re almost there.” He reassured, “Ready?”
You tilted your head up to the canopy just as the rounded barrier broke through the clouds. The night sky opened up to reveal every constellation you could imagine. The clouds below blocking out any light, you could have sworn you were in space.
“Oh my God! It’s amazing!” Your gaze searching all over the sky, never landing in one spot for too long. Rooster laughed over the radio at your amazement, pointing out the handful of constellations he knows. You could have stayed in the sky for hours, but after a while it was time to return to the ground.
After a graceful landing, and a short taxi, you pulled into the hanger to see Maverick sitting in one of his chairs. He stood to meet you both as you deplaned, the wonder and amazement still flowing through you.
“So you’re stealing planes now?”
“I learned from the best!” Maverick crossed his arms and let out a soft chuckle. He couldn’t be too mad seeing as he “borrowed” a navy property F-18 to take Penny on a joy ride back in the day.
He gave Rooster a look, but after seeing the way your face lit up, he dropped his tough guy act. He laughed and patted Rooster on the shoulder, before leaving the two of you to finish closing up the plane. This night was everything you could have hoped for and more.
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