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kai-uh-arcadian · 3 years

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hi love!

can u write a hitch imagine where she and f!reader get high and go to a party and the reader and hitch separate, like the reader goes to play beer pong with connie sasha and jean while hitch goes to historia and annie to dance and reader watches her dance and pulls hitch with her to the bathroom and they fuck?

Hi my darling!!! I hope this encapsulated what you’re imagining!!

Full Disclosure: I do not know how to write smut nor have I ever attempted SOOOOO if anyone would like to expand on this with smut PLEASE GO AHEAD!!! The ending is open ended for smut but if you’re not into that it still makes perfect sense as is,

I apologize I couldn’t execute the entire ask but I hope you still enjoy! (:

DRUNK CONFESSIONS Hitch x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

CW: Mentions of drug use (weed, alcohol), being drunk/high, minor cussing

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- “I’m here” you texted Hitch as you pulled into her driveway

- Your phone lit up and read “sorry I CANNOT come anymore, my fish is really sad rn😪😪😪”

- Two things:

- One: Hitch is already outside waiting for you with her backpack (filled with her overnight stuff)

- Two: she doesn’t even fucking have a fish?😾😾😾😾

- She gets into your car to which you greet her with “ah hi Bitch… I mean Hitch! DaMN I thought your fish was in distress?

- “Well be glad “Bitch” is here because she’s the one giving you free weed dumbass” she remarks while (sort of gently) punching your arm

- “Ooo, do I get the hot girl discount?” You smirk at her

- “Shut the fuck up!” She says sarcastically and starts to blush “just drive already” she shifts her knees toward the passenger door

- You got babygirl flustered😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

- You begin your car ride to Sasha’s house

- The Blouse’s were on a 3-day vacation to who-knows-where, all we knew is that Sasha was having a lowkey get together

- The guest list consisted of Eren, Armin, Jean, Marco, Historia, Marlo, Ymir, Annie, Mikasa, Connie, Mina, Reiner, and Bertholt

- You arrived in the Blouse driveway and Hitch begins to pull out grape swisher pack container a blunt

- “Ahhhh~ look at this pearl I rolled!!” She holds it up in awe then shortly begins to light it

- You’re lucky your cars interiors is all leather and you have until tomorrow to air it out

- (You never smoke in your car nor let anyone smoke in your car but Hitch is the only exception cause she’s cute)

- You both share the blunt that is apparently “this amazing strain called Sour Diesel she got from her dealer for free because she made out with him”

- After about what seems like 2 hours (it was actually about 15 minutes) you both are pretty fckn stoned and decide to head in

- You let the group chat know you and trouble arrive and head for the door

- “Mikasa!” You exclaim and hug her as she opens the door

- “What did you say? It’s too loud in here…” she deadpans

- 🦗🦗🦗🦗

- “Huh? There’s no music playing tho…..😅” you reply

- Mikasa sees the gears working in you and Hitch’s head as you’re trying to process the “joke” she just said

- To give you a hint, she sniffs the air

- 👃🏼👃🏼👃🏼

- “OHHHHHHHH!!!!” You and Hitch say in unison after realizing she was insinuating you REEKED of weed

- “Dumb and dumber arrived!!” Mikasa announces to the gang

- You and Hitch head to the guest bedroom upstairs to drop of your overnight bags

- You both return to the basement only for you to be pulled to one half to play pong and Hitch to the other to go take shots with Annie

- Before the game starts Connie tells “YOOO let’s see who can shotgun the fastest!!”

- Why would you ever turn that down????😩 free beer

- You, Jean, Connie, and Sasha all puncture your cans and begin to go

- Ofc you win🥸🥸🥸 You’re a natural

- “That’s not fair!! I started later, I didn’t know we were supposed to go on “1”!!??” Sasha exclaims, declaring a rematch to which you all oblige

- “3, 2, 1” Mikasa counts down for you guys

- One rematch turned into 2 more 😵‍💫😵‍💫

- Now you’re 4 beers in and the night is barely starting

- the night continues on and pong has turned into a game of “Whichever team loses has to shotgun”

- Lemme tell you, Jean is DEAD WEIGHT

- bitch got no aim???👿

- Sasha and Connie are absolutely obliterating You and Jean so at this point it’s safe to say you’re about 9, Natty Ice’s in and about 3 shots that Hitch kept handing you in

- Speaking of Hitch….

- Where the fuck is she??

- Your dizzy eyes begin to scan the basement— she can only be in so many places down here

- as you’re getting distracted, Sasha and Connie decide to leave the pong table to do God knows what and Jean runs after them

- You decide it’s best to ignore whatever the fuck kind of trouble they’re getting themselves into

- That’s when you see it

- Historia, Mikasa (?!?!?!!), Annie (?!?!?!?), and Hitch making a Tik Tok

- For reference it’s this dance

- You can Ymir practically drooling over Historia and then yelling at Reiner for doing the same

- Marlo is drooling at Hitch

- The sight of Marlo alone ignited a fire of pure rage inside of you

- everyone, including Hitch, knows that he blatantly pines over her… some people even think they’d look cute together but who knows what Hitch thinks??? Does she like him back?

- ahhh~ your head is crowded with so many thoughts right now and decide to silence them with a disgusting shot of Pink Whitney left by your side from Hitch

- is this JEALOUSY????

- your throat and the pit of your stomach burns as the shot goes down but not as hot as the left side of your chest at the sight you’re seeing right now

- You find Historia, Mikasa and Annie VERY attractive bUT you cannot take your eyes off of Hitch

- It’s rude to stare but goddamn, she’s in a white tennis skirt that when she moves JUST enough you can see part of her bare ass

- (Go touch grass later)

- 1 of the 4 girls take turns (unintentionally) messing up causing them to retake the Tik Tok

- You are NOT complaining tho👀👀👀

- They FINALLY get the dance down

- Hitch comes over and stands in between your legs that are dangling off the table you’re sitting on and wraps her arms around your waist

- Marlo shoots you a look and you were about to say something to him but Hitch guides your chin back with her finger so you were looking at her again👿👿👿

- “Soooo~ what’d you think?” She slurs getting closer to your face with a mischievous look in her eyes

- If looks could kill, Marlo would have your head right about now

- MISS GIRL I COULD GET DRUNK IF YOUR BREATH😷😷😷

- “Huh? About what” you play dumb hoping she didn’t notice you blatantly staring

- “Sweetie you would’ve caught flies if you kept your mouth open any longer” she says right in your ear causing you to get goosebumps

- So she definitely noticed you staring

- And played into it😐😐😐

- You took the bait and she won this round

- She nuzzles her head into your chest and oh my god her scent intoxicates you

- A mix of vodka, a bit of sweat (naturally,,,, bitch just got done dancing her life away), strawberry herbal essence shampoo, and a shit ton of Victoria’s Secret bombshell perfume(or Tease, I can’t decide)

- “I have to pee~~ can you come with” she says grabbing your hand without waiting for your answer

- What’s up with drunk girls and tag team bathroom breaks

- (On a real note, I’ve been to a handful of parties and my friends always ask me to help them in the bathroom like what am I gonna do? Wipe their ass for them? Cheer them on like YES GIRL GO PISS!!!🥳🥳🥳🥳)

- Anyways

- She pulls you into the bathroom, does her business as you face the wall, washes her hands and youre ABOUT to open the door when pins you against the door slamming it shut

- “You’re an idiot???” she looks up at you with tears brimming at her eyes

- You’re just as drunk/high as she is (if not more??) she CANNOT blame you for not picking up the subtle hints

- You gave her this abhorrently shocked and confused face

- “Hitch wait what why are you crying I’m so sorry what did I do” you begin to ramble in panic

- “What did I do uhh I’m so sorry how can I fix thi—“

- She cuts you off by smashing her lips against yours

- This has to be a dream or just drunk Hitch actions because she is a flirty drunk so you don’t want to get your hopes up

- “That’s how you can fix it~” she hiccups as a tear goes down her face

- “I’ve liked you for a while and I didn’t want to ruin anything so I kept it in for so long but I just can’t anymore” now SHES rambling

- “Just *hic* seeing you everyday, being so close to you and not *hic* being able to do anything about it hurts so bad but I just had to get this out so I’ll leave you alone afte—“

- Now you cut off her rambling with a slightly less aggressive and more passionate kiss

- The smile on her face is the cutest mixture of shocked and pure happiness🥺🥺🥺

- “I want the exact opposite of you leaving me alone, I’ve liked you for so long Hitch” you kiss her forehead and she just happily sobs/giggles like a child into your chest

“Don’t tell Hitch this, but she’s everything I wanted and more” you give her a small chuckle, looking away as your cheeks turn pink

“I won’t say a word idiot” she says kissing the top of your nose

Anyone, Feel free to delete any part of the ending if you’d like to add the smut part of this request!! Hope you enjoyed

- K ( :

#hitch x reader #hitch dreyse #hitch headcanons #hitch aot #send me requests please #hitch dreyse head canons #attack on titan

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lydias--stiles · 3 years

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the smile you gave me (it’s magic)

juke | meet-cute au | tw: alcohol + annoying men in bars | written for @alexjulies as we have the same headcanons about luke

What Julie Molina was about to do was horribly unfeminist and Flynn would hate her forever, but really, it was all the man’s fault - as usual.

She rejected his advances three times now in the last hour. The bartender gave her a drink on the man’s tab and she sent it back, the man brought it himself (introduced himself as Levi) and she politely declined once more. The third time he asked her to dance and then she fled to the bathroom. Julie wasn’t the biggest partygoer, occasionally joining Flynn for happy hour - like today. Her friend was late however, due to an emergency meeting at a magazine she worked at and Julie had to endure the bar alone. Grave mistake. She should’ve just waited at a McDonalds or something; even if she’d look out of place in her cocktail dress.

im there in 15!! hang in there <3 <3

Julie groaned. Great. Fifteen more minutes in a smelly bathroom stall as women outside were drunkenly crying in front of the mirrors and babbled about their own grievances regarding men. For such a universal problem, she had hoped all men would’ve taken the hint by now.

No, she didn’t want to dance. No, she didn’t want a drink. No, she wouldn’t give her number to someone that kept pushing and coming into her personal space. Levi could fuck off. It was bad enough how he had given her a suggestive once-over like he was deciding whether he wanted brunette or blonde tonight.

The reminder angered her, pushed her out of the stall with a scowl. Was she really going to let a dumb man (nay: boy) ruin her night before it even started? Her songwriting session with Hayley Williams had gone really well and she deserved to celebrate that! She deserved to end her day on a high note! A quick look in the mirror to assure her make-up hadn’t smudged, she marched out the bathroom back into the dimly lit bar.

Her eyes scanned the room, relieved to not catch Levi close-by. Did he give up and leave? Was he cornering another girl? Whatever. As long as he wasn’t bothering her, she’d be able to breathe and maybe forget about the altercation.

If he did bother her again, she’d use her privilege as a girl and yell at the top of her lungs that he was harassing her. Surely then security would kick him out, right?

Over by the bartop was clamour, two men pulling each other into a laughing embrace as one hauled their backpack over their shoulder as the other dropped it. Changing shifts, Julie noted, halting on the man that had arrived. Well then. The theory that bars only hired attractive people seemed to be correct, the guy straight from a CW show. Mussed up brown hair, sharp features, big eyes, cute smile. A ten out of ten.

He shrugged his red shacket off, fully black outfit beneath and began washing off discarded glasses. His muscular arms made her throat dry up; he wasn’t attractive, he was hot.

(Oh God. Was she just as bad as Levi, gawking over a stranger? But wasn’t part of his job that girls were supposed to gawk over him? More tips and all that? Julie decided she shouldn’t feel too guilty.)

Her feet moved on their own accord towards the bar, sliding into a leather high stool and wondering what she’d order as she waited for any of the bartenders (him?) to approach her.

Luck was on her side, the new bartender pressing his hands into the counter, brows raised expectantly. “What can I get you?”

Her lips tutted, debating between a margarita and a strawberry mojito. Both were appealing and at a marginally low price. “What’s better?”, she asked. “Margarita or mojito? Honestly.”

He grinned. “Honestly?”

“Yeah.” She crossed her arms atop the counter, a brush away from his hands. “I’ve bartended before. I know you have to lie a little.”

His muscle tee shifted around as he chuckled, slivers of tattoos peeking through on his chest. Her eyes averted, hoping she was a bit more subtle than she felt, and kept them trained on the stacks of whiskey in the glass rack.

His fingers drummed on the wood. “The mojito, then.” Leaning in as if imparting a secret, he added: “We’ve been buying the cheaper tequila. Gotta pay those bills.”

Satisfied at his reply, she gave him a pleased nod. “Okay. A mojito, please.”

He pushed himself off with a click of the tongue, as if he auctioned her something, and turned to grab the ingredients. As he poured the rum into a tall glass, he fell into casual conversation she was all too familiar with.

“You here alone?”

“Waiting on a friend.” Eager to distract herself from the reason why she waiting, and what caused her to wait in a fucking bathroom, she asked: “What’s the tattoo?”

The bartender paused for a beat, as if momentarily forgetting he was inked up, and then tugged his shirt out the way to showcase more skin. Had she not been so curious, she’d focus on the fact that he was defined as hell. The tattoo was a detailed sun with an ocean wave drawn inside. More uncovered: a play and pause button, ‘now or never’, a stick and poke tattoo of a lightning bolt. It was as if she herself doodled onto her skin and then left it there, but it somehow worked. It was personal. Maybe she was also a bit intrigued since he seemed especially interested by music. Granted, it was LA. Everyone was some type of artist with varying degrees of success. Still - she was curious.

“They’re cool,” she complimented, him going back to making her drink with an appreciative grin.

“Thanks.”

“Was the lightning bolt a drunk decision?”, she teased. The only instance someone got a stick and poke tattoo was when they felt chaotic or impulsive.

His grin widened, throwing crushed ice in the glass. “That obvious? Yeah, me and my boys all got one. This whole idea of-” He waved his hands around, trying to find the right words. “-bonding us together for life, I guess.”

Warmth thudded in her chest at his story, endeared by the way his voice became lighter when he talked about his friends. They must be like brothers to him.

As he placed the completed drink in front of her, she contemplated her answer. She’d rather keep talking to him than wait for Flynn in silence. “That’s nice. Having friends like that, it’s special.” Twisting her wrist, she showed her own tattoo. “I got this one when I turned eighteen.”

They were two, small butterflies dancing on the inside of her forearm. When her mother passed away, she always knew she’d get something to commemorate her. Doodles of butterflies marked her skin in high school, finally becoming permanent when she was allowed to. Knowing everyone inevitably asked about the why, she continued talking.

“It’s, you know, it’s about metamorphosis and beauty and transcendence and I just-” She caught herself before blabbing her sob story to a stranger. With a chuckle, she muttered: “It’s a reminder that change is good.”

When Julie looked up at him, she was struck by the wonder on his face. He didn’t look as confident as he did before, probably taken aback by her sudden spiritual spiel about butterflies - or by her, in general. The thought let a quiet thrill course through her.

He snapped out of it, a smirk falling on his lips as his nail chimed against the glass. “It’s on me.”

“Is that a move?” Her head tilted, amused.

“You want me to lie or be honest?” The man leaned across the counter again, much closer this time. “Cool tattoo, by the way.”

She laughed, biting back a silly grin from blooming. This was his job, she reminded herself. Act all cute and get her to buy more drinks so that eventually, her tab would be enormous. It was like winning once at a game of poker and then becoming cocky.

Coy, she ripped her gaze from his and sipped on her drink. She’d let him simmer for a bit.

That was when it happened. Her unfeminist deed that would make Gloria Steinem shudder. Levi, the devil reincarnated, shot her a smug look from the other side of the bar. Swerving past people to the beat of the music, he tried approaching her again.

Julie groaned behind her glass, her good mood instantly shattered once more. Why couldn’t this idiot take a fucking hint?!

“Damn,” bartender mused, “I thought my mojito skills were good.”

The brash words tumbled out at a rapid pace, her need for a solution trumping her pride. “There’s a guy coming onto me right now and you need to help me ward him off. Please.”

He grimaced. “Yeesh. Ex-boyfriend?”

“Worse,” she bit. “A fool.”

A stressed smile pinned itself on her cheeks as Levi sidled beside her, one arm bracketing her left. Her back tensed as she shot a quick, pleading look at the bartender. He zeroed in on Levi, mouth curled downwards.

“There you are,” Levi grinned. “Thought you left.”

Julie didn’t entertain him anymore. “I’ve told you. I’m not interested.”

He dismissed her. “I see you got yourself a drink? What is it?”

“I’m not interested,” she snapped, eyes flickering once more to the bartender. Was he really not going to help her?

It spurred him into action, his arm reaching over to create a barrier between Levi and her. “Dude, you heard her. Back off.”

Levi snarled. “Can you not? This is between me and her.”

“No, actually,” he exclaimed, blunt. “I’m her boyfriend.”

Her vigilance got her acting swiftly, shifting her expression into a believable nod and placing a hand on his outstretched arm.

“He is?” Levi was gobsmacked, a hint of anger lacing his voice.

“Yeah,” Julie bit, silently thanking him when he played along and enveloped her hand with his. Her final strike spit his venom right back in his face. “So can you just leave us alone?”

The man rolled his eyes with a scoff, kicking one of the stools and mumbling a string of curses. “Bullshit…”

When he was out of sight again, having stormed off like a petulant child to a shadowy corner, Julie let out breath of relief. “Finally!” Shooting the bartender a bright smile, she kept babbling. “You have no idea how annoying that is. And smart idea - the boyfriend card always works!”

He squeezed her hand, worried. “You sure you’re okay? That was fucked up.”

“Yeah…” She trailed off, the soft touch reminding her of his words from before. Squeezing back, she watched as the pinch between his brows vanished. “I’m okay.”

They kept their stare for a beat, the revolving pop music and excited chatter merely background noise. Neither have let go of their hold on each other. She didn’t want to either; his hand was warm and gentle and a calloused thumb absentmindedly caressed her skin. Levi should learn from this.

Sometimes, a connection just happened.

He let go first, collecting himself into a casual stance that was far more amusing than it should be. Ducking beneath the bar and grabbing a beer, he tapped it against her glass with a cocky nod. “My name’s Luke.”

Julie matched his expression. Luke. Luke, the bartender. It fit him perfectly. “I’m Julie. Are you supposed to be drinking on the clock?”

“I work in a bar,” Luke deadpanned. “It’s expected. And I’m sure Jack can handle it.”

“Why would he have to serve alone?” she inquired teasingly, eyes glimmering with challenge. If there was one thing she loved, it was getting the upper hand in a fun game of flirting.

He lifted his bottle with a wink. “I’m drinking with you.” A pause, his gaze matching her intensity. Damn. He was a good opponent. “Unless you want me to go?”

She shook her head, took a sip from the mojito and wiggled her brows. “Cheers to warding off annoying men, fake boyfriend.”

“I better get some good karma from this,” he joked. “Cheers!”

(Later that night, she’d realise Flynn never came by. When she asked what happened, Flynn told her she had walked in and saw Julie completely wrapped up in a conversation ‘with that cute bartender’ and left. The joyous announcement that Julie got his number made her friend screech over the phone.

Julie went back to the bar many times. Drinking and talking bled until deep in the night, once till closing time and then he walked her to her apartment. He didn’t resist when she kissed him, his lips kissing back with hunger.

It didn’t take long for the ‘fake’ to be scrapped from that label.)

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@blush-and-books @willexx @bluefirewrites @ourstarscollided

#as an apology for last night's angst #here's something lighter lmao #juke #jatp fanfiction #julie and the phantoms #otp: i think we make each other better

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atlafan · 4 years

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A Case of the Giggles - One Shot

a/n: I saw someone send someone else an ask about how they wished more people wrote about laughing or giggling during sex, and I got inspired. Enjoy!

Words: 3K

Warnings: Fluff and Smut!

Y/N had a problem with giggling, especially when she was nervous. She’s been like this her entire life, and she’s just accepted it. Sometimes she would have to explain to people, especially at work, that she has a nervous laugh, and that it really didn’t mean she was being a goof. Her current employer thought it was hilarious that she even mentioned it in her interview. She appreciated the honesty. It’s a good thing she didn’t like to gamble because her giggle would give her away.

Her boyfriend, Harry, thought it was the cutest thing in the world. When they first met at a mutual friend’s birthday party, she giggled when he shook her hand.

“Usually I have to work a little harder to make someone laugh.” He said, and winked at her, which made her giggle even more. “It’s nice to finally meet you, I’m Harry.”

“I’m Y/N.” She let go of his hand and tried to take a deep breath. “You and Chris work together, right?”

“Yeah, we’re office neighbors. How do you know him?”

“Childhood friends.”

“Ah, well, lucky him.” He smiled, and of course, she giggled again. He looked at her, almost as if to wonder if she really thought he was that funny.

“I’m so sorry, I…” She giggled. “I have this thing where I laugh if I’m nervous.”

“Oh!” He looked around all the other people at the bar mingling, and dancing, celebrating their friend. “I’ve made you nervous?” He sounded sort of concerned.

“Very.” She giggled.

“I’m so sorry, do you want me to-“ He stared to move away from her.

“No!” She grabbed his wrist. “It’s me, not you. You’re just, um, very handsome…” She blushed, holding back her giggle as best she could.

That was enough for Harry. He talked with her the entire night, and got her number before they parted ways. He thought maybe the giggle would fade, but on their first few dates she found it difficult not to feel nervous around him. He thought it was cute. He sort of felt bad that she had this tell, he at least could hide how nervous he felt. He liked that it made her a little more blunt about how she was feeling.

The first time he kissed her, he had taken her out to the beach for a walk at sunset. He really wanted it to be romantic. It was their third date. Their toes were in the warm sand, his arm was around her as they both looked out at the sunset. He tilted her chin up towards him, and he leaned in. She could barely get through it. She laughed so hard she cried, and she was incredibly embarrassed. Harry assured her it was fine, and he even laughed a little too.

“I ruined it, I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t, just makes it more memorable. I wish you didn’t feel so nervous around me.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“It’s not a bad nervous, it’s like butterflies, the good kind. I really like you.”

“I really like you too.”

A couple of weeks and many more dates later, they made things official. Harry didn’t like playing games, and neither did Y/N, so they were both happy to be on the same page. She giggled less when they kissed, she felt so comfortable with Harry now. She still felt butterflies, but she was able to control her impulse a little more. Because he knew she would easily get nervous, though, they took the physical side of things a little slower. One of the first times they really made out, she wanted to kill herself. She just couldn’t get it together when he started to kiss on her neck. She was straddling him, rolling her hips on him, doing well, and then he started to kiss down her jaw and just under her earlobe.

“Should I stop?” He whispered as he moved some hair away from her face.

“No, it feels good…I’m sorry.” She hid her face in his shoulder. “I’m such a spaz.”

“You’re not, babe.”

“But I always ruin the moment.” She pouted.

“Do you see a speech therapist or, like, any type of therapist? Do you know why you laugh when you get nervous?”

“It’s been like this since I was a kid, and yeah, I do see someone. I mostly just warn people that I do it. I don’t know if anything happened to me…there’s really no medication I can take…”

“It doesn’t bother me, I honestly think it’s adorable.”

“But it’s so frustrating.”

“You don’t do it as much when we’re just kissing now, we just need to work on it.”

“Okay, thanks, Harry.”

She smiled and pecked his lips. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. He was right, it just took a little bit of time, and she didn’t giggle as much while they were making out or groping each other. She would mostly just smile against him, and he loved it. As long as she was having a good time with him, he didn’t really care if she needed to stop to have a giggle.

When it came time to get a tad more intimate, Y/N was feeling really proud of herself. She and Harry were making out on his couch one evening after a dinner date, she had unbuttoned his shirt to kiss down his stomach, and her hands had roamed down to his belt buckle.

“Is this okay?” She asked.

“Course, baby, go for it.” He smiled and she smiled back.

She bit her bottom lip as she undid his pants. She reached her hand inside his pants to palm him at first. She listened to how his breath hitched, feeling good about the way he was reacting to her touch. She was in the zone ready to go. She leaned up to kiss him while she reached inside his boxers to take him fully out. It was when she looked down at his full, hard length when she started giggling, which turned into a full laugh. She felt like she couldn’t breathe, she felt terrible, especially when she saw him growing softer.

“No, please!” She gripped him. “I’m so sorry!” She kept giggling.

“Y/N, Y/N!” He snatched her hand and kissed her knuckles. “Please, try to take a breath.”

She does her best to slow her breathing, but every time she looked down she had to bite back a giggle.

“Just, maybe don’t look at it?’ He suggested.

“I’m so sorry, I’m not laughing because anything’s wrong, it’s just so big and it took me by surprise is all. I really want to blow you, I just got a little nervous because I’m not sure how it’s supposed to fit down my throat.” Her cheeks were red from embarrassment, and her eyes were a little red from the tears that had formed from her laughter.

“No pressure, babe, just take what you can…I know it’s a lot.”

“I may keep my eyes closed…”

“Or just look at me…I sort of like the eye contact.” He blushed.

“Oh, Harry, I wouldn’t be able to keep it together if I looked up and saw you looking at me, I’m sorry.”

“Alright, uh, just try it your way then. It’ll still feel good.” He smiled reassuringly and she got to work.

She closed her eyes as she got her tongue on his tip. She worked over his slit before getting her mouth around him. She pumped what she couldn’t fit in her mouth. His head rolled back as she worked on him. It was a good blow job.

Y/N did a lot for Harry, and he desperately wanted to return the favor, but she just wasn’t ready. She was petrified of ruining the moment. He just wanted to make her feel good. They had been seeing each other for a few months now, he was in love with her, and he wanted to tell her, show her. So, Harry invited her out to his cabin by the lake for a weekend away. She was incredibly excited to have a long weekend away with her man. Things were going so well, her relationships never went this well. Most guys got annoyed with her giggling. Harry was so cool about it!

“Got everything?” He asks on the way up.

“Mhm, double checked my packing list.” She rests her hand on his as he drives. “This’ll be great, babe. Gonna put that new bathing suit I showed you to good use.”

“Oh, I can’t wait to see you wear it.” He kisses her hand. “We’ll have our own little private beach too. I rented a boat for the weekend, we can have a little picnic on the lake.”

“You’re so romantic, I love you.” She let it slip, and then she bursts into laughter, clasping a hand over her mouth. Harry slowly pulls over, and parks the car. “What are you doing?! We’re on the highway.”

“What did you just say?” He turns his body to look at her, squeezing her hand.

“I…I said I love you, Harry.”

Just as she’s about to start laughing again, he cups her face and brings her in for a kiss. It’s tender, but needy. He sucks on her bottom lip before letting her go.

“I love you too.”

“You do?”

“Of course I do!” He laughs. “Was the whole point of bringing you up here, I was gonna tell you this weekend.”

“Great, another thing I ruined.” She pouts.

“No! No, babe, this was perfect. Takes all the pressure off now, I swear.”

“Okay.” She smiles.

He kisses her again before pulling back onto the road. He was right, it did take a lot of the pressure off. They each must have said it five more times on the car ride alone. He couldn’t get enough of it. They both get everything into the cabin, and then he shows her around. She uses the bathroom to freshen up, and then they spend the evening eating food off the grill, and cuddling by a small fire. They were curled up in a blanket looking up at the stars.

“Wanna head in?” He asks her.

“Yeah, that bed looks really comfortable.”

“It is.”

They hold hands as they walk inside. They both sit down on the bed and start kissing. It wouldn’t be the first time they’d be spending the night together, but Harry hoped it would be the first time she’d let him travel a little farther south. She had gotten used to him feeling her breasts, she liked the way he would knead them and tweak her nipples. She even made it through him sucking on them, but that took a bit for her to work up to.

His tongue was in her mouth and she couldn’t help but moan into him. She tugs at the hem of his shirt, and he breaks the kiss to get it off.

“Yours too?” He asks, just to make sure.

“Mhm.” She smiles and takes her shirt off. Her bra was cute, a lacey black number.

“This is so cute, baby.” He pouts. “Did you buy it for me?”

“I saw it while I was shopping for that bathing suit you can’t wait for me to wear.” She giggles.

“Is it part of, um, a matching set?”

“It is.” She giggles again. “Would you like to see?”

“God, yes.”

She stands up and undoes her pants. She lets them drop to the floor. His eyes gaze at her cheeky, lace, black underwear. She turns around in a circle so he can catch the curve of her bum. She looks down at him, and straddles his lap.

“What do you think?”

“You’re so beautiful.”

She cups his jaw and kisses him. She rolls her hips down on him and he groans against her.

“Will you let me make you feel good tonight?”

She blushes and bites her bottom lip harshly to stifle her giggle. She would not ruin the moment tonight. She takes a deep breath and nods her head yes. He lifts her up and lays her on the bed. He hovers over her and kisses on her neck, and down to the plushy parts of her breasts that were spilling out of the top of her bra. He’d get it off her later, he had more important things to do. He kisses down her stomach, and he can feel her tense up underneath him. He looks up at her, and she sends him a smile. He was surprised at how well she was doing. He thought too soon, though, because when he started to kiss on one of her hips, a giggle broke out.

“Sensitive spot, keep going.” She smiles.

“So, I can take these off?”

“Mhm.” Her cheeks were even more red now. He felt terrible that he was doing this to her, but at the same time it was nice to know how much of an effect he had.

He hooks his fingers into her panties and drags them down her legs, tossing them aside. Her knees close quickly, and he looks at her.

“Babe.”

“Sorry.” She takes a deep breath. “You sure you want to? I could just bl-“

“Nope, sorry, tonight’s about you. Wanna show you how much I love you, Y/N.”

She starts giggling, but is able to control it as she opens her legs for him. She wanted this just as much, she just needed to calm down.

“Wanna suck on my fingers so they’re nice and wet for you?”

She nods and opens her mouth for him. She licks and sucks around his middle and index fingers. She smirked at him as she did it, and he just looked at her adoringly. He loved his baby girl so much. He retracts his fingers from her mouth and gently slides them up and down her slit. He rubs them around her folds, and instead of a laugh or a giggle like he was expecting, she lets out soft moans and whimpers. He uses his thumbs to spread her apart further so he can properly see her clit. He rubs circles into it and watches her face. Her mouth was open and her head was rolled back into the pillow.

He adjusts himself so he’s laying on his stomach before her. His fingers play around her center as he leans in. Just as he gets his tongue on her, she bursts out laughing. He looks up at her and sees her looking down at him.

“Sorry, sorry, I didn’t know you were going to do that.” She giggles.

“What did you think I was doing down here?” He chuckles.

“I don’t know, I thought you were just going to finger me or something!” She laughs, tears in her eyes now. “I’m fine, I’m fine, go ahead.”

He smiles and shakes his head. He tries to flick his tongue on her clit, but she bursts out laughing again. Harry never got annoyed with her, but right now he just wished she could clam down.

“Just ignore me.” She says. “I’ll be able to get a grip, I’m sure of it.”

Harry takes a deep breath and tries to lick her through her giggles, she even bites down on her forearm to try to stifle her stupid laughter. She found herself having a full on fit, and she bursts into tears. Harry sits up to look at her. Now he really felt terrible.

“Hey.” He reaches to wipe her tears away. “It’s alright, we don’t have to do this tonight.”

“But I want you so bad! This is so frustrating, I bet it would feel really good.” She sniffles.

“You weren’t nervous when you thought I was just going to finger you. Maybe I could try that first to relax you, and then try my tongue again.”

“What’s the use? I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to dump me for some girl you could easily do these things with.” She pouts and wipes her eyes.

“Baby, don’t say stuff like that. I love you, I meant it when I said it. You’re worth it, you’re more than worth it. I can’t even think about wanting to be with anyone else.”

“Really?”

“Of course.” He kisses her lips and she pulls him close to her.

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing. Let’s just have fun, yeah? This is supposed to be a good time. No pressure.”

“I really do want you to fuck me.”

“I have to prep you first, babe.” He kisses on her neck as his hand drags back now between her thighs. He slowly works his middle finger inside her. “How’s that?” He could tell she was doing better from the way she was sinking into the bed.

“Good.”

He works another finger into her and curls them up as he pumps them in and out. Her head rolls back again as he sucks on one of her nipples. He keeps her distracted with his skilled fingers as he kisses down her body again. He carefully wraps his mouth around her clit and sucks. Before she can really laugh or giggle, her throat gets caught in a moan. She pushes herself up on her elbows to look at him better. She was amazed by him, and what he was doing felt so good.

“Fuck, Harry!”

His eyes snap up to hers. She never really used words when they would do things like this. She’d moan and whimper, but she’s never said his name like that before. Harry loved talking dirty, but he kept it to a minimum because he just figured it would make her too nervous, and then she’d feel bad for giggling. He smirks at her as he laps around at her clit, his fingers still working wonders inside her.

“Oh my god, you’re gonna make come, ugh!” She throws her head back and grinds her hips up towards him.

He found himself pressing his lower half into the mattress. He had never seen her like this, and it was doing something to him. She moans his name loudly as she comes to her release, a few tears rolling down her cheeks. He crawls back up her body so he’s hovering over her face.

“You did so well.” He kisses her. “I’m so proud of you.”

“It felt so good.” She kisses him and wraps her arms around his neck. “Please, fuck me, Harry.”

They had already discussed birth control and everything, and he trusted that she took her pill every day, so there was really no need for a condom. He could always pull out if she wanted him to. He lines himself up with her, and slowly starts to push inside. Her nails dig into his shoulders as he continues to go in inch by inch.

“Goddammit, you’re so tight.” He groans. She bites her bottom lip and tries to breathe. “You feel so fucking good.” He says into her ear as he starts to move.

“I’m…I’m…” She starts giggling. “I’m so wet.” She bursts into laughter and so does he. He rocks in and out of her as they both laugh. “Sorry, I was trying to say something sexy, but…”

“It was plenty sexy.” He kisses on her neck. “And you are really wet.” He nibbles on her earlobe and she grits her teeth.

He was really stretching her out and it felt amazing. She wraps her legs around his waist, digging her heels into his ass. He kneads one of her breasts and it causes her to moan out again. Everything felt sensitive, she couldn’t take it anymore. His tip was hitting her g-spot in the most perfect way. She does something that surprises him. One of her hands slides up, and gently grips his throat. Her eyes were screwed shut, and he could tell from the way she was tightening around his dick that she was close.

“Oh, fuck!” She cries out as she comes around his cock. Her grips on his throat tightens as she rides it out.

His eyes roll into the back of his head, and he pulls out quickly to come on her stomach. He tries to catch his breath, but her hand is still on him. She was too busy looking at the come on her belly to notice.

“Babe.” He says weakly, and puts his hand over hers.

“Oh!” She giggles. “Sorry.” She lets go of him.

“No, that’s okay.” He leans in and kisses her cheek. “Let me get something to clean you up, be right back.”

She lays there waiting for him, and he comes back swiftly with a towel to clean her up. He tosses it to the floor and hops back on to the bed. He pulls her close to him, covering face with kisses. It makes her giggle, but not in a nervous way. It was genuine. She rolls onto her side and props herself up on her elbow.

“How do you feel?” He asks, rubbing at her side.

“Really good, that was fun.” She smiles. “Sorry if my giggles got in the way.”

“You don’t need to keep apologizing, I like laughing with you. You’re contagious.”

“But…doesn’t it take away from the passion?”

“Not really.” He shrugs. “Sex doesn’t need to be so serious, it’s fun, people should laugh more when they fuck.” He yanks her closer to him and buries his face in her chest. She plays with his hair as he nestles in. He plants kisses on her and she loves it. “Can’t get enough of you.” He mumbles and then looks up at her. “M’really happy, Y/N.”

“Me too.” She kisses his forehead and his eyes flutter closed.

She wondered if she’d get a chance to wear her bathing suit and go on the boat as he promised, or if they’d end up staying in the bed the entire weekend. She was spending time with her boyfriend, who loved every inch of her, inside and out, so it didn’t really matter with either way.

#harry styles #harry styles one shot #harry styles imagine #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfic #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles y/n #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #harry styles fluff fic #harry styles smut fic

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Chemoreceptors ➵ Michelle ”MJ” Jones

could i please request some cute flustered mj x reader, maybe mj could be trying to ask them out but she keeps on tripping on her pick up lines and such?

Summary: y/n finally has the guts to ask MJ out, awkwardness ensues

Pairing: Michelle “MJ” Jones x fem!reader

Warnings: none

Words: 1.5k

A/N: I changed it a little bit but, here you go?

MJ watched as you talked with your friends by your locker, gushing about how one of your friends got a date for the prom coming up. She could see you smiling, happy for your friend while shaking your head when asked if you already had a date. It was rather surprising that you didn't’ have one yet, you were one of the most popular kids in the school. MJ was sure the guys were basically throwing themselves at you. Unlike most of the annoying people who she had to endure eight hours for five days a week, you were actually pretty cool. The “popularity” hadn’t gotten to your head, yet anyway.

“Stop drooling, you look a little creepy”, Peter Parker slid beside her, bumping into the locker next to MJs. He literally was wearing one of those shoes with rollers on the bottom.

MJ rolled her eyes at him and closed her locker after taking out the necessary books. She briefly wiped the corner of her mouth with her sleeve to make sure she wasn’t actually drooling.

Peter glanced at Y/N who was with her friends and wiggled his eyebrows.

“She doesn’t have a date yet”, he nudged MJ.

“I know”, she answered, annoyed where this conversation was headed already. “Why do you even care?” Her eyebrows furrowed together.

You said goodbyes to your friends and decided to head towards your chem class, passing MJ and Peter. She awkwardly smiled when you greeted her briefly and continued on with your way. MJ looked at Peter warningly when he turned back to her with a smug look.

“MJ’s got a crush--”

“I will hit you with a chair”, MJ said pointedly just as the class bell rang. Peter chuckled at his own sing-song joke, resting his hands on the straps of his back bag.

”Just ask her out man”, he said, looking up at her. ”What’s the worst that could happen?"

”Uh, first of all, you don't get to have any say in this”, MJ mused out loud, knowing just how dead and miserable Parker’s love life was and how he channeled it through other people's business. ”Second, I don’t even care.”

”Pfft, sure”, Peter mumbled, scratching the back of his neck while following her to class.

You were sitting in the cafeteria, talking with few friends of yours about the upcoming algebra exam when Peter Parker slid into your conversation. He plopped down beside you, scaring the life out of you.

”Hi”, you smiled confusedly. You weren’t quite sure what he wanted from you as you weren't too familiar, but his awkwardness was adorable. It made your friends giggle a little.

”Uh, hi okay so a quick survey”, Peter began making random patterns on the table while talking. ”If there happened to be an intelligent girl--woman! An intelligent woman, who's also rather cute but won't admit to anyone because the patriarchy sucks and we all eventually die and happened to also like dogs”, he nodded towards your phone where your cousin’s dog was as your lock screen.

”Like what would be her chances... with you?” He squinted his eyes at you, while yours were wide open.

”Peter, are you talking about MJ?” You freaked a little. You had no idea she might have liked you, you thought you always looked too girly and one of those bimbos in her eyes. Plus you always were so awkward when talking with her. Well, those rare times you got to talk with her. Like that one time the last December before Christmas break, you had complained about the homework in the bathroom while she had stayed mostly quiet.

Peter’s eyes went wide and his mouth opened and closed rapidly like he was a fish. ”I—uh, no! No, not MJ, definitely not—”

”Peter, it’s fine”, You chuckled, still a little overwhelmed by the new found information. Your friends nudged you teasingly, you just shook your head at them. ”I... I kinda like her too. If she likes me, that is.”

”She does!” Peter caught himself saying a bit too loud and he immediately lowered his voice. You bit your lip from excitement. ”I mean, she does... she’s just really bad at talking with people, who's not me.”

”You could see her after school”, one of your friends proposed. You looked at them in thought.

”We have cheer exercise though.”

”After that, behind the bleachers”, your other friend offered. ”I mean that’s where everyone makes out so you’d totally have all the privacy.” The thought made your cheeks heat up a quite bit.

You rolled your lips together in thought before nodding and turning to Peter. ”Can I have her phone number?” The boy scrambled through his pockets to get his phone, nodding feverishly at the same time.

”Hey it’s Y/N, can you see me after school by the bleachers?”

MJ had been pretty sure she had accidentally inhaled something poisonous in chem class when she got the message from you. And When MJ asked Peter how you had even gotten her number, he just shrugged his shoulders the tips of his ears bright red.

”I swear to god if you said anything stupid—”

”I don’t know what you’re talking about, I have to go, Aunt May’s waiting bye!” Peter word vomited after their last class and darted out of the room, leaving MJ deal with the mess by herself. She put the hood over her head and read your text again, not sure what to say so she ended up answering okay.

She grimaced a little how blunt it sounded.

Outside was warm, the summer was quickly approaching with the help of climate change. MJ didn't necessarily dislike the heat, in the summer, she just didn't like the fact that she couldn't seek comfort from her hoodies and long-sleeved clothing anymore.

She had almost forgotten how nervous she was until she saw you, already in your cheer uniform, hair out of your face. You had this gleeful grin on your face you usually had when the cafeteria had your favorite lunch or when you were talking about your weekend plans with your friends. And now it was directed to her!

MJ awkwardly brushed the hair strand in front of her face, glancing around if anyone was at the field yet to see you two. There wasn't anyone.

”Hi”, you breathed out. MJ felt her heart hammer in her chest. She felt like if she opened her mouth to speak she’d accidentally blurt out everything she was thinking.

”So”, you continued when MJ stayed silent, standing there with her hands fiddling by her sides. ”Peter gave me your number”, you began, chuckling when MJ rolled her eyes a little. She made a mental note to sack that loser... or maybe thank him, depending on what this was about.

“Are you going, to the dance?” She asked, wanting to fill the awkward silence. You were a little taken aback by the sudden question, smiling a little baffled.

“Uh, no”, you shook your head. MJ raised her eyebrows a little surprised. She was sure out of everyone you’d go. You probably had a line of guys ready to take you out from the drop of the hat.

“I don’t really like big crowds”, you admitted sheepishly. “And you?”

MJ had been staring at your lips for a second. “Oh, no—I don’t—“ she began stuttering and falling over her words. You nodded understanding her nonetheless. Meanwhile, MJ was cursing herself inside her head for suddenly turning into such a toddler.

“I was thinking”, you began, eyes darting all around you two, too nervous to look at MJ. “And you can totally say no, but like... there’s this apocalypse movie coming up. Well, the first show is on the dance night to be exact and I thought if you’d like to go and see it? With... me..?” You dared to look up at MJ, whose mouth was hanging a little bit open. Normally you would have joked about it, had you not been feeling like throwing up your lunch from the agonizing nervousness.

”I uh—” stupid brain, for once work! MJ stuttered, looking at you like a deer in the headlights because there was no chance that she was being asked out right now? By you of all people. How did people usually react to this? Like, do they nod? Say just yes? Yes seems too plain and stupid.

”Does—does insects have chemoreceptors for taste on their legs?” She clicked her fingers into the universal finger gun motion, awkwardly bouncing on her heels. You furrowed your eyebrows a little in confusion.

”Yes?” You had no idea, but you sure hoped it was the right answer.

”Yeah! Yeah, they do. It’s—It’s actually the hairs... on-on the legs...” MJ kicked herself mentally from the ramble not realizing how adorable you found it to be. She scratched her neck, glancing up into the sky. What would be the odds of lightning striking down st her right now?

”Well, I have to go to practice”, you said, your voice accompanied by a disappointed sigh. ”But I’ll text you after. "Is that... cool?” you awkwardly offered, trying to stop the grin spreading too wide on your face and scaring the girl away.

MJ nodded, barely managing to speak before you already had to go to the field. She watched as you jogged away, hands in her hoodie pockets. Once she was sure she was alone she punched the air slightly.

"Yes", she exclaimed under her breath before turning around to walk back to the school bulding. At least she now had something to think about during her detention.

#mj x reader #mj x you #zendaya

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sleeping-on-cracking-ice · 3 years

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hiii!! hope you are well, may i request a super duper fluffy minho x reader where they are both having late night talks about life but minho is not taking reader seriously?? but it ends up to a very cute cuddle session (fluffy please :>) thank you :DD

I made it as fluffy as I could! I hope you like it! 💕

Understanding | Lee Minho

{Stray Kids Masterlist}

Members: Lee Know

Genre: fluff with a pinch of angst

Summary: You want nothing more than to talk to your boyfriend Minho about his emotions, but he won’t take you seriously

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: minor swearing

*reader is gender-neutral

Minho has never been the best with deep conversations. Having the personality that he possesses, he makes it rather hard for people to bring up serious topics with him. His teasing and somewhat impertinent aura always overrides people’s determination to become emotionally vulnerable around him.

Minho wasn’t aware of this fact. He was quite socially dumb sometimes, not being able to see that his friends and those around him can become quite sensitive to his bickering. Everyone knows he can sometimes go too far, it was just part of Minho’s personality. Even then, there would always be someone to tell him to stop, which he never argues with.

After meeting you, his significant other for four months, he knew he had to learn to be more careful with his words, never wanting to hurt your feelings or make you uncomfortable.

He wanted nothing more than for you to be able to become emotionally vulnerable around him. He always knew that serious conversations were not his strong point, but he was willing to try his best for you, in case you were ever in a situation where you want to talk to him about something significant.

You yourself always struggled with opening up to people. Although you loved Minho with your whole heart, his attitude sometimes made it even more of a struggle.

Recently, you’ve been trying to bring more serious topics into your chats with Minho. Things like being anxious about work, feeling overwhelmed from minor things and just overall your true thoughts and emotions. He would definitely convey that he’s trying his best to look after you, talking in a sweet tone and cooing at you, but it seemed a bit too baby like. You wanted to just discuss it with him, not be babied.

He seemed to have taken it as you being upset, when it was more that you wanted to just talk to him about deep subjects. Honestly, you had always wished to hear his honest thoughts on you and why he feels the way he does about you. You wanted your relationship to be a mix of both fun, teasing, laughing moments as well as loving, honest and emotionally affectionate moments. But obviously at that moment both of you were only accustomed to one of those.

You didn’t particularly blame him because you knew your relationship was still quite new. But you knew you had to become more emotionally vulnerable around each other if you wished to stay in a relationship together.

One day, you had had quite a frustrating day. You woke up late, your alarm clock not going off, meaning you had to rush out of the house to get to your university classes, not having time to give Minho a goodbye kiss. Then you were yelled at by your professor, leaving you annoyed and upset. At lunch, it only got worse when you realized you rushed so quickly out of the house you forgot to pack anything to eat.

You came home, soaked from the rain because you didn’t look at the forecast and didn’t take an umbrella, trudged through the door and threw your bag onto the bag hook aggressively. Minho had the day off, having been at dance practice and the recording studio so often during the past few weeks, so you saw him in the kitchen cooking some pasta when you walked through the house.

“Hey Y/N! How was your day?” he asked without looking at you. You didn’t answer and walked up to him briskly, throwing yourself around him and rubbing your face on his upper back. He jolted in surprise. “Woah! Haha, someone’s excited to see me,” he giggled with a cheeky smile on his face.

Although, his smile dropped when he heard small little sobs coming from behind him. He felt you grip his shirt into your fists, pressing your face harder into him.

He turned around and looked at you in worry. He wasn’t sure what to do. In the short time you have been together, he has never seen you cry. He’s seen you shed a tear while watching a sad movie with you, but he would usually tease you for it. Seeing you cry like this made his heart ache.

“Baby,” he cooed. He pulled you into his chest, kissing the top of your head and fiddling with your hair as you sobbed quietly. “Sorry, I’ve just had such a shit day and I wanted a hug,” you mumbled into his shirt.

Minho stayed quiet for a short moment. “Of course,” he said hesitantly. “Anything for you my lil’ muffin.”

Minho tried his best to comfort you for the afternoon. He wanted to treat you like a queen to make up for the stressful day that you’ve had. He was a little bit awkward, patting your head at random moments and wiping your tears with a tissue.

You appreciated the effort he was putting into making you feel better. It made you feel less embarrassed for crying in front of him. You became happier about the ordeal because this was the first time he has really seen a weaker side of you, and he was taking care of you perfectly.

Later that night, you two were getting ready to climb into bed together, feeling tired from both the yucky weather and the frustrating day. You had gained back your happy and cheerful personality, making Minho glad that you were feeling better. You both joked around playfully while brushing your teeth in the bathroom, him pinching your waist making you almost choke.

After you had gotten changed into your pajamas, you clambered into your bed where Minho was already laying, looking at something on his phone.

You crawled up to him and leaned over him on your elbows, looking at his face in curiosity. He glanced at you from his phone and smiled, poking your cheek with his finger. “What do you want?”

You thought for a moment. Maybe this was the time to actually open up a bit. Minho had been taking care of you all afternoon, making you feel so loved and happy. It would be just the icing on the cake if you could have a cute conversation with him before sleeping. It would be a nice break to your usual antics of bantering and teasing every minute of every day.

“What are you staring at?” Minho asked, snapping you out of your daze. You smiled and looked down into his eyes before beginning to talk.

“Minho, where do you see yourself in five years?” you asked, being serious about the question.

Minho giggled and looked back at his phone. “Weird question but okay,” he answered, making you frown. “I’d want to be on an expensive yacht drinking champagne like a king.”

He wasn’t looking at you, so he didn’t see that you didn’t smile to laugh at his response. “No, I mean where do you see yourself with me?” you tried again.

Minho smirked and looked at you mischievously. “I mean, will we still be together in the next five years? I think we would end up tearing each other apart out of annoyance.”

You could tell he was joking, but you thought it was rather cruel to say after the day you’ve had. He was having one of those moments where he goes a little too far with his teasing, but you didn’t have the patience to deal with it that night.

“You know what? Forget it Minho,” you said coldly. You pulled yourself underneath the duvet and rolled onto the other side of the bed, facing away from him.

Minho felt the harshness in your words, and he realized you weren’t joking. He put his phone down on the bedside table and sat up to talk to you, panicking a little about belittling your feelings.

“Wait baby, I’m sorry. That was probably a bit mean of me.” he said sorrowfully as he shakes your arm to get your attention.

You rolled over and looked at him. “Well yeah it was. I mean we’ve had such a lovely afternoon together and I actually thought you would have a nice chat with me before we sleep considering you were so worried when I came home crying.”

Minho looked into your eyes and brought his hand up to your cheek to stroke it. “I know, I’m sorry Y/N. I shouldn’t have said that, it was insensitive of me,” he mumbled, looking at you with so much love in his eyes.

You laid there for a second, enjoying the feeling of Minho’s warm touch on your skin, feeling comforted already.

“Come here,” you said to him.

Minho laid right next to you and let you wrap your arms around his shoulders in a close hug. He closed his eyes and leant his forehead against yours, his fringe and breath tickling your face.

“I’ll be honest,” he finally spoke up. You opened your eyes to look at him. “I want to stay with you for as long as possible. You make me feel so at home and happy. I would never be able to find someone who matches with me just as well as you do. I wonder everyday how you manage to deal with my teasing and blunt honesty, because I know if it was anyone else, they wouldn’t be able to handle me.”

You tightened your arms around him and chuckled at him. “You’re right, Minho. No one else can handle you and your sly tricks. You’re lucky to have me.”

Minho looks into your eyes and how they were reflecting the moon’s light that shone through the window next to your bed. “I know I am,” he said.

He leaned into you and pressed his lips to yours in a heated kiss. You moved your lips against his slowly, enjoying the moment while it lasted.

Minho wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to his body and rubbing your skin lovingly. You felt so loved and safe in his arms, happy that both of you finally had a moment where you showed your true deep feelings.

Finally, you pulled away from his lips and he chased after yours, making you giggle and place a hand against his chest so you could speak. “Thanks Minho, I love you so much,” you admit, rubbing your nose against his playfully. He smiled and looked away from your eyes, flustered.

“Aww is my tough boyfriend flustered by me?” you teased, pinching his waist making him squirm.

“Shut up,” he whined, ticking you back.

You both fell asleep soon after, facing each other and feeling each other’s breaths on your faces. Minho was finally beginning to learn how to be more sensitive and open about his and yours emotions, and he was happy to keep trying his best to be the most amazing boyfriend you could ever have, as long as he got to cuddle and kiss you like that every night.

Author’s Note: I want to clarify that this was not at all written with the intention to bash Minho’s real personality! This is purely for fictional purposes!

I hope you enjoyed anon! I added a bit onto the storyline if that’s okay.

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ayellowcurtain · 3 years

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What about Sander who is the dance partner of Robbe’s sister, but when Robbe comes pick her op from the dance studio, he meets Robbe. Sander ends up teaching Robbe how to dance because it will be his prom very soon so he would be able to dance with a girl from his school, but eventualy it will be Robbe and Sander going to the prom together and Robbe will show his footwork on the dance floor while spinning Sander around his finger

“How do I look?” Noor shakes her hair from underneath and everything sits perfectly right under her sharp jawline. Her haircut is so blunt and pitch black and Robbe can’t imagine anyone else rocking it as good as she does.

“So perfect.” He answers honestly and she looks at him through the mirror in front of her, blowing him a kiss and Robbe smiles at his older sister. She really is ridiculously beautiful, Robbe can’t even believe it.

Her makeup is very bright for tonight, almost neon-ish with the eyeshadows and the bright pink blush, so edgy like everything else Noor does. Robbe has a feeling that if it isn’t for her to be the brightest person in the room, Noor wouldn’t even want to go. She likes to dress up and be original and weird in a way, but again, she can rock it like very few others could.

“Not that it matters, really…” She complains, sitting closer to the mirror to put some red lipstick on. Britt and her are still in that weird grey area, Robbe guesses. They went out to talk yesterday but from Noor’s behavior and lack of interest in talking about it with him, he imagines not much changed.

“She’ll be there and you’re kinda hard to miss so I’m sure things will move tonight. Or you will. Finally make a move.”

Robbe tries to keep looking at the computer screen, editing the vlog Jens is waiting for him to send back later today - Jens can be extremely chill about everything but he’s weirdly professional about these videos - but it’s hard to ignore when Noor is staring at you, almost piercing through him so he looks up at her again.

“Look who’s talking. I invited Sander to go to prom with me just so you can stare at him up closer, hoping he’ll finally make a move, any move, a word would be a good start.”

“Shut up.” Robbe closes his laptop, feeling his cheeks get red instantly, his work here is done and Noor doesn’t need to see him blushing because of her close friend yet again. He just needed to keep her company, watch her put on her silky and bright purple dress and do her make up, make some small talk to keep her entertained for the long hours of preparation.

“You’ll talk to him today, I don’t care what it takes.”

Robbe leaves her bedroom door open behind him and rushes to his room, thinking that he should take a shower, be a little more presentable when Sander gets here to pick up his sister. He looks at himself in his bathroom mirror and he feels so stupid and small. He’s too skinny, too small, this long hair that Robbe has no idea what to do with it. It’s impossible to understand how he and Noor are related, made by the same two other beautiful and confident humans.

Before his shower, Robbe puts a bunch of clothes on display on his bed, trying to put together the perfect outfit.

Everything now seems too big, too old and worn out. He decides for the black sweater he stole from Noor that fits him perfectly - that’s why it’s basically brand new, because Robbe thinks it’s too fitted any other day - and his usual black jeans that don’t seem too old. He can’t risk a last minute homemade haircut so he decides to keep it long and natural, messy as usual.

There’s no way Noor will let him get away with hiding in his bedroom tonight so at least he has to try to look decent when the time comes.

Sander adjusts his button-up shirt and runs his hand through the front, trying to get rid of any wrinkles, looking up to not get caught overthinking when someone opens the door suddenly for him.

He was expecting someone else, so he’s left with an open mouth and no words coming out of it when he sees Robbe right there, leaning against the door, trying not to trip with how quickly he opened either.

“Hi…” Sander breathes out, knowing he’s making a fool of himself but unable to stop it.

“Hi...hm, come in.” Robbe opens the door wider and Sander walks in, standing next to the door to wait for Robbe to close it.

“Hi Sander!” He hears their mom screaming from probably the kitchen and he looks in that direction for just a second, not wanting to waste his time when Robbe is looking so beautiful right in front of him, with nobody else close enough to interrupt them.

“Hi!” His voice sounds even worse the second time so he presses his lips together, putting his hands inside his pockets, standing on his tiptoes and then on his heels.

“Noor should be coming down soon…” He nods his head and keeps looking at Robbe. He looks too good for someone that’s just staying inside for tonight.

“You’re going out too?”

“Me? No, no...I have to work on some things for Jens’ video so...yeah.”

Of course he’s busy doing something for Jens. Sander looks down and nods his head, happy he’ll be able to get shitfaced with Noor - and probably Britt - and not think about fucking Jens.

“You look handsome.” Robbe says in an almost whisper and Sander looks up over his lashes, closing his hands inside his pockets.

“Thank you. You look good too for someone that’s staying inside on a Friday night…”

Robbe smiles shyly and Sander imagines himself stepping closer, holding his face and finally just kissing him, for hours, hopefully.

They’re only two years different in age but Robbe looks so angelic, so not deserving of the mess Sander is. And of course he’s Noor’s baby brother, so no matter how small the age difference is, it still feels like Robbe is even younger because he’s Noor’s favorite person in the world and she’s not afraid to treat him like a baby.

The thing Sander would do with that boy…

Noor comes down the stairs almost like she’s reading his disrespectful thoughts about her little brother and Sander feels like he was caught so he looks at her, trying to apologize in his thoughts even though he didn’t do anything wrong yet.

He knows Noor would be happy if they just did it already, kissed and got together like they want to. At least Sander thinks they want to, and he’s been almost sure about it for a year now. Noor tells him that Robbe has the biggest crush on him over and over again and if it was only up for her approval or not, she would be so happy to finally see them together but it still feels like he shouldn’t.

It’s just not that easy to make it happen, it’s safer to keep it platonic. Sander wants Robbe to make a move if he wants to because Sander doesn’t want to pressure him to do anything, to make a choice if he feels like there’s nothing to choose, if they shouldn’t be together.

“You two are so weird.” Noor complains, rolling her eyes, standing next to Sander, calling for her mom to come say goodbye already. She holds his hand in a weird way, no fingers intertwined and the three of them know it means less than nothing but Sander still has to hold himself back from explaining, telling Robbe it means nothing.

“Are you going to take the pictures of us?” Sander asks quietly and Robbe looks at him and then at Noor, laughing sheepishly.

“I guess so.”

“Don’t worry, Robbie. I’ll take good care of him and bring him whole later.”

He laughs and Sander smiles, keeping his eyes on Robbe to watch his full reaction, hoping he won’t disagree. He only nods his head and that’s all Sander needed to make this the best night of his life already. Robbe didn’t correct Noor, didn’t say anything against it and that’s all Sander needed for now.

Sander doesn’t mind early mornings most of the time. His sleeping schedule is not the healthiest, he’s sure but he’s happy he’s getting his solid seven hours of sleep every night, it doesn’t matter if sometimes he goes to bed at 2 or if he wakes up past midday, as long as he slept seven hours, he feels good, safe. It’s been working for him, at least.

Robbe is still asleep and Sander smiles, carefully lying back down next to him, moving slowly on the bed to lie on his side, putting his hand under his cheek, watching Robbe sleep with his mouth slightly open, a hint of dry drool on the corner of his lips, his hair a lot shorter than two years ago, but getting longer, with the curls turning outwards around his face.

It’s finally the big day. The day Sander will go to Robbe’s prom as his date. It’s an inside joke that he’s both Noor’s and Robbe’s date and Sander adores Noor, really, but this is so much better.

He planned the perfect day for them, to celebrate Robbe finally being done with school, but they have the morning free so he’s in no rush to wake up his boyfriend.

While waiting he can hear the rest of the house slowly waking up, the muffled footsteps of their fluffy socks to go downstairs, the wood creaking in every step and Sander is happy they are at the very last floor of the house, away from all the chaos.

Noor is probably the last one to wake up and even though she’s on the second floor beneath them, Sander can still hear her electric toothbrush as she hums a happy song and he hears the stupid laughters of her and Britt trying to be quiet while probably making out in the bathroom with the door open.

Sander sighs, snuggling closer to his boyfriend and Robbe finally gives a small sign that he might be half awake. The thin lines on his cheek appear and he also pushes his hips and the rest of his body follows, resting right in between Sander’s arms, his warm breath hitting Sander’s bare chest directly.

“So you’re awake…”

It takes a long but not heavy second for Robbe to answer with his eyes still very much closed, “For a minute.”

He wraps his arms around Sander’s waist, low whines slipping out of his mouth as a silent complaint of how little Sander is helping him move his body closer.

“It’s still kinda early, you can sleep a little more.” He finally gives in, wrapping them both in a mess of heavy and comfortable limbs tangled together, making sure they’re both still covered by Robbe’s weighted comforter.

“I was dreaming about you.” Robbe leaves a trail of soft kisses from the angle between his collarbone and neck all the way behind his ear.

“Yeah? What was I doing? If you’re allowed to tell me that…”

Robbe smiles against his neck, putting his head back on his pillow, finally opening his eyes slowly, blinking a few times to get used to the sunlight clearly ignoring his closed yellow curtains completely.

“You were extremely impressed by my dance moves.”

Sander snorts and that makes Robbe’s head instantly move to look up at him.

“What?” Robbe tries not to smile too.

“Your dance moves?” Sander lifts his eyebrows, playing with the curls cupping Robbe’s ear. They’ve only been together for a few months, but Sander is sure Robbe has absolutely no dance moves.

“I’m a good dancer, Sander!”

“Cutie, I love you so much, but there’s no way you can dance. I can’t dance either so it’s fine! Were we dancing well?”

Robbe doesn’t answer, but he’s still looking at Sander, his eyes moving to see every inch of his face.

“What?”

“You said you love me. Very much.”

Sander opens and closes his mouth. He said these words so many times in his head he completely forgot they never said it out loud.

Everytime Robbe laughs wholeheartedly, or when he snuggles closer to Sander when they’re ready to go to sleep, when he’s actually hearing Sander go on and on about Bowie or art in general, when Robbe is brushing his teeth still half asleep every morning, when he opens his arms wide, sitting in front of Sander on his bike, when he’s a very talkative drunk.

Everytime Sander stares and thinks about how much he loves Robbe. He thought he had said it out loud before.

“It’s not a lie…” He tries to go the easier route first to test the waters, now too aware that he said that he loved Robbe and he didn’t hear anything back yet, still playing with that one curl and Robbe holds his face carefully with one hand, making Sander look in his eyes, “I love you, Robbe. I’m not afraid to use these words lightly with you.”

He doesn’t doubt that Robbe loves him back, it would be impossible to think that when Robbe looks at him like he’s doing right now.

With his soft eyes going even softer, brighter, pressing his thin lips together, smiling so wide that every line to his dimples appear, a bright pink starting to pool on his cheekbones. And Robbe has this thing he does unconsciously that’s between a purr and a pleased whine that he does often when he’s this close to Sander. He gently touches Robbe’s dimple with his fingertips, drawing a line to his ear like he’s trying to make Robbe open his smile wider.

“I love you too, Sander.”

He looks at Robbe and just takes the moment in, hearing him say it back, it feels amazing, but also so very normal. He knew Robbe felt it anyway. It feels like sunbeams during a blue-sky-winter-morning.

The morning breaths don’t bother him when he kisses Robbe, turning his body a little to rest over Robbe’s naked chest, slipping his arm down, trying to lift the heavy comforter so he can fully go under it when the door is wide open out of nowhere.

“My baby is graduating!” Sander looks over his shoulder while quickly taking his hand from under the comforter to find Noor at the door holding a trait with their breakfast, Britt right behind her, smiling shyly, both of them wearing very similar and small pajamas, the same haircut, and Britt follows Noor inside, both of the girls sitting on Robbe’s bed, almost pushing him to sit up right away, ruining every plan Sander had of giving Robbe an early and very nice graduation gift.

#wtfock #robbe ijzermans #sander driesen #robbe x sander #sobbe #noor bauwens #britt ingelbrecht

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hazza-bear-care · 4 years

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Bound to Adoration

A/N: I came up with this idea when I was high, so I hope this makes sense in execution.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader x Bucky Barnes

Summary: Reader went out for a girl’s night and comes home crossfaded. Steve isn’t happy, Bucky and Reader try to calm him down.

Warnings: Mentions of drug use and drinking

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The night was amazing. After months and months of excruciating and time consuming missions, (Y/N) was very happy for the opportunity to go out for a night of fun with a group of her girlfriends. Club hopping was a good idea on paper, but not in execution seeing as all 6 women were stumbling through the streets wearing ridiculous heels. At the third club, the group decided to make that one the end of their clubbing journey, the sticky vinyl booth their home for the rest of the night.

“(Y/N)! Wanna go smoke a joint really quickly? I promise we’ll be back soon.” Nodding, the girls slipped out of the booth and to the front entrance of the club, the blunt already blazing. The air around them was cold, but that was soon forgotten as the skunky smell surrounded the girls with each inhale, the weed and alcohol mingling nicely. (Y/N)’s head was fuzzy, her already cheery mood boosted even more due to the joint that was rolling through her fingers. A few moments later, the joint was snuffed against the brick wall of the club and the pair decided to head back into the sweaty atmosphere of the building behind them to enjoy the rest of the partying time.

At 3 a.m., the six girls decided to call it a night after two decided to participate in a vomiting contest. They split up into two Ubers and (Y/N)’s friend sparked up another blunt, of course after confirming that it was okay with the man driving the car. The little sedan was soon hotboxed to the max, a steady cloud of weedy air settling over the group. (Y/N) took one last hit as the Uber pulled up to the gate of the Avenger’s compound.

“Do you want me to walk up with you?” The driver asked, being the only sober one in the car.

“No thank you. I appreciate it though! Night, guys!” (Y/N) got out of the car and winced at the sharp gravel under her bare feet, her heels tucked securely under her arm. She started to shiver as she punched in her gate code, the warmth of the compound seeming too far away. With a groan, she pulled out her phone and dialed the only number she could think of for whenever she had a long night.

“Where are you?” Natasha grumbled, picking up after barely half a ring.

“Just inside the gate. Took an Uber tonight.” (Y/N) responded as she tried to mask the sound of her chattering teeth.

“You’re cold. I’ll come grab you in a few.”

“Bring a hoodie!” (Y/N) finished, a light chuckle coming from the other end of the phone before Natasha hung up. Two minutes later, Natasha’s sports car was in front of the crossfaded girl. She stumbled over to the passenger side of the car and was immediately met with warm leather, Natasha’s perfume, and a soft fleece thing thrown at her head.

“Did you have fun?” Natasha asked, waiting patiently for (Y/N) to put on the jacket before driving up to the compound.

“Oh yeah, Nat. It was fantastic and very much needed.” (Y/N) slurred, the warmth of the car and the jacket comforting her so much that she almost fell asleep in Natasha’s car.

“I’m not the only one awake, sweets.” (Y/N) didn’t have to ask what she meant. Bucky and Steve never went to bed on nights their girl decided to go out, needing the assurance that she would come home safe.

“I know, Nat. Do you have any spray or something? I smell like weed.” Natasha nodded with a laugh, handing the loopy girl a bottle of body splash. After practically bathing in the spray and suffocating Natasha, the two girls exited the car and walked into the compound. Everything was quiet, almost too quiet even for (Y/N)’s crossfaded brain. She made her way to the elevator, the glass room taking her and Natasha to their respective floors and (Y/N) couldn’t have been more excited to see her men. Natasha’s floor came first, the fiery red head bidding her companion goodnight. (Y/N) used the last three minutes of her elevator ride to mentally prepare for the lecture she would get from Steve about how bad drinking and smoking are for your body and blah blah blah. She wouldn’t deny it, but it makes life more fun.

“Well, I hope you had fun, (Y/N).” Bucky and Steve were waiting for her to get off the elevator before cornering her in their room.

“I did. It was great. Thank you guys for letting me go out.” Slurring again, she stepped into the room and began discarding her clothes, opting her skin tight party dress for a pair of comfy sweats and a tight tank top.

“You smell like sweat and weed, (Y/N),” Steve grimaced as he watched her undress, marveling at her dexterity. Whenever she drank at one of Tony’s parties, she drank so much that Steve literally had to carry her back to the room.

“And what’s wrong with enjoying a little high now and then?” (Y/N) teased, wrapping herself in one of Bucky’s hoodies before fluttering to the bathroom.

“Well, nothing, but do you have to do it as often as you do?” Steve asked from his place by the bedroom door. (Y/N) froze.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No, (Y/N) I’m not. Every night you come home and you reek of marijuana. It gets to be too much sometimes.” (Y/N) dropped the wet rage she had just placed to her face in order to remove her makeup, storming back to where Steve was still standing.

“I can’t believe you! I was expecting a lecture, but not an accusation, Steve!”

“What are you talking about? I know that this is what you’re doing whenever you go out (Y/N)!” Steve’s voice started rising, not caring that the rest of the compound was asleep.

“Steve, this is the first time she’s been high in front of you,” Bucky chimed in, the brunette spilling one of (Y/N)’s secrets.

“What? You’ve seen her like this before?” Steve asked, shocked that Bucky had seen their girl in this shape before.

“Stevie, I’ve been high in front of Bucky twice. He had to come pick me up the last time I hung out with my girlfriends because I knew you’d be worried if I didn’t come home.” Steve was still dumbfounded by what he was hearing. He trusted her with her friends, but she didn’t have to come home if she knew it wouldn’t be smart.

“And the second time would be tonight,” Bucky finalized. He enjoyed (Y/N) when she was high; she was funny and ridiculously horny, but because she was under the influence neither Steve nor Bucky would act on what she was feeling.

“But you smell like weed after you hang out with your friends?”

“Because they smoke more than I do and they smoke around me. I never partake as often as I used to before I met you guys. I may call you ‘Daddy’ in bed, but I don’t actually need you to act like a father, Steve.” In a flash Bucky was up off the bed, his metal hand tightening around her neck.

“Oh no, Doll. You’ve got it mixed up: I’M Daddy. Steve is Captain. Or do we have to remind you?” Bucky teased, his thumb traveling to her mouth and dipping behind her lips, the metal cool on her tongue. The healthy mix of alcohol and weed dancing in her body made (Y/N) shiver at the commanding tone spilling from Bucky’s lips. The soldier smirked and patted her cheek, resuming his position on the bed and leaving (Y/N) pressed up against the wall.

“I hate you, Bucky. I’m going to take off my makeup now.” Stumbling into the bathroom, (Y/N)’s hazy mind could only flash pictures of her intimate moments with her super soldiers, the projections making her weak in the knees. She knew neither of them would act on their feelings with the state she was in, but she could almost guarantee a frustrating day of teasing coming soon. Once her face was clean and moisturized, she went back into the bedroom where her favorite people were already laying; Steve on the left and Bucky on the right with a warm spot between them just big enough for her to slip into.

With the excitement of the night now completely worn off, (Y/N) was tired. She crawled quite ungracefully to her place in bed, the neediness and desire for attention settling comfortably in her bones as she snuggled under the duvet. After bugging for five kisses each from Steve and Bucky, and a LOT of fruitlessly convincing them that she was sober enough for a little more fun, (Y/N) snuggled into Bucky’s arms as Steve read A Tale of Two Cities to both of his loves until they fell peacefully asleep.

As much as he hated the smell of marijuana, Steve honestly couldn’t imagine his life without the little extra flavor (Y/N) added to his life. He was happy that she was happy and he’d do anything to keep her that way, even if it meant buying her a dispensary of her own. With a smile on his face, he kissed her and Bucky softly, wrapping an arm around his loves.

“Love you, Stevie.” A quiet mumble fell from (Y/N)’s lips as Steve settled into bed.

“Ditto, princess. Ditto.”

#avengers imagine #captain america #bucky barnes imagine #stucky x reader #marvel imagine #Steve Rogers #winter solider imagine #tony stark #bruce banner #thor odinson #captain marvel

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alexiessan · 4 years

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Never alone - Chapter Nineteen - Soulmate AU

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The morning light filtering through his bedroom’s window is what woke him up the next morning. Damian reluctantly opened his eyes, only to close them again when the light was too bright for him. He buried his face into Marinette’s neck, shielding himself from the sun.

While Damian Wayne was an early riser, he was too comfortable to get up. Pressed against his girlfriend, seeking her warmth, he thought that it would be nice to stay like this all day. He knew that Marinette wouldn’t mind, as she was a late riser and loved her sleep a bit more than the average person.

Unfortunately, they couldn’t stay the whole day in bed. At a moment or another, Alfred, his father, or one of his brothers would come knocking at his door and tell him to get moving, and he did not want them to see Marinette and him in the state they were in.

Todd, especially, would have a field day if he knew what happened last night, and the youngest Wayne wasn’t sure he wouldn’t try to hurt him if he said something.

Plus, it wasn’t any of their damn business what he did or did not do with his girlfriend.

He already had to go through the most embarrassing conversation with his three brothers after he started dating Marinette. Dick had told him to join him and the other two for some “bonding time” as he called it, and while he was reluctant at first, he conceded.

But it was a trap. For two hours, Dick and Tim showed him slideshow about sexual relations, consent, and everything. If it was not embarrassing enough, after they were done, Todd chose to tell him everything about men’s and women’s pleasure.

At the end of the conversation, they gave him a box of condoms, even though Marinette was in Paris, and he, in Gotham.

And when they arrived in Paris, Richard gave him a brand new one, because “it wouldn’t do to use expired ones”.

Needless to say, Damian never wanted to live something like this ever again.

He had to admit, though begrudgingly, that those conversations were important and did provide him all the information he needed.

Not that he would tell them that. Ever.

Damian looked at his alarm clock to see the red numbers indicated it was near seven-thirty in the morning.

Slowly, his hand pushed her bangs out of her eyes, and his lips dropped a kiss on her forehead. He then kissed her cheek, then her nose, her temple, behind her ear, and finally, her neck.

He felt her stir and he smiled against her skin.

“Five more minutes, please,” she grumbled as she pressed herself even closer to him, seeking his warmth.

“If we don’t get moving, someone is ought to come and get us, you know.”

“Then, let them.”

“I’m not sure you want anyone else to see you like that though.”

She opened her eyes, glaring at him.

“I hate when you’re right.”

He kissed the crown of her head and playfully shoved her.

She grumbled something he didn’t hear before getting up, uncaring of her nudity, picked some clothes, and made a beeline to the bathroom.

Damian got out of the bathroom, fully clothed and ready for the day, to see Marinette waiting for him, her left eye green like his own eyes.

“You’re not wearing your contact?”

She shrugged. “I ran out of them and didn’t notice. I’ll have to buy more when we’re out,” she paused, looking at him. “Is it ok, though?”

He took her hand, pulling slightly so she would get up from her seat on the bed.

“Of course, it is. If you don’t want them to wear them anymore, it’s fine too. We don’t have to hide anymore.”

“It’s a habit now. And you wear them too.”

“Like you said, habit. But Gotham is more dangerous than Paris, and my family is a prime target so it's safer not to give anyone anything to get at us.”

She kissed his cheek, her gaze as loving as ever, and what did he do in his life to have someone as innocent and genuine as Marinette as his soulmate?

In all the years since she became Ladybug, Marinette became less and less clumsy. Instead, dare she say, she became more graceful in her movement.

That’s why, when she was out in the city with Damian and his brothers and she fell, she was surprised. It hadn’t happened in a long time, and she was embarrassed.

She was even more embarrassed because she actually hurt herself when falling. Her wrist didn’t like having all her weight on it when she put her hand in front of herself to avoid a collision between her face and the concrete.

She was used to this kind of injury though, so she knew it wasn’t broken and knew exactly what to do for it to heal.

“Maybe we should take you to the hospital,” said Tim, looking at the bruise on her wrist.

“No offense to your country, but your healthcare is way too expensive. I had this kind of injury before, I just need to bandage it for a week or two and it will good as new.”

“Must be nice in France, to have almost free healthcare,” joked Jason.

“It’s pretty nice, yeah.”

Damian took her bruised wrist between his hands, examining it.

“We have bandages back home. Do you need to go back there now?”

She shook her head.

“No, I should be ok for the rest of the day. Plus, Gotham during the Christmas period is beautiful, I don’t want to miss him.”

She tugged at his hand, forcing him to follow her. She smiled at him to reassure him that she was fine.

And she was fine. Her wrist hurt a little, but it was bearable.

Then, she turned to Jason, resuming with their conversation before the incident. They were talking about his motorcycle, and she told him that she would like to own one, one day, as her grandmother had one and she loved riding it with her.

Damian watched as Marinette twirled in her dress. She had told him that she made it a year or so back, for fancy events just like this one, but never had the opportunity to wear it until today.

She was a bit disappointed that her outfit was spoiled by her bandaged wrist, but it didn’t do anything to extinguish her excitement for the night.

“It’s not that great, you know,” he said as he placed a hand on the small of her back and kissed her temple. “People are essentially here to talk business and get in the good grace of the family.”

His eyes lingered on her lips, her very red lips — and red was such a good look on her — and couldn’t resist to kiss them.

She giggled when he stepped back, her thumb tracing his lips.

“You got some lipstick on you now.”

He let her get it off and he could see that she was deeply thinking about something as her eyes lost focus.

“What are you thinking about,” he asked in a whisper.

“I was wondering how you managed all the people trying to befriend you just for your fame and your family. I’ve seen people trying to cozy up to Adrien, and he always took it so well. I don’t know if it’s kindness, or naivety, or something else, but I always wondered how he could just let people do that.”

Damian rolled his eyes. “It’s not kindness. Agreste is a doormat.”

He didn’t know the Agreste son that well, but something in him irked him, and he couldn’t bear being near him for too long.

Hell, he would rather spend time with Césaire than with Agreste, and it was saying something with how much he despised the journalist.

Marinette gave him the look. That look that spelled “Be nice” but he was used to it by now and knew there wasn’t any real heat behind it. He ignored it and pressed a kiss against her forehead.

“To answer your question,” he continued, “I would just ignore their existence. You know how blunt and rude I can be, and it usually was enough to make them run away. If not, only one glare, and I never saw them again. My father didn’t like how I handled it, but then again, he didn’t like that people would try to use his son to get to him.”

He paused, looking at her sheepishly.

“There was this one time when I was in my angry teen period… That I may or may not have broken a guy’s hand when he didn’t get the message.”

The look that Marinette gave him would have made him smirk if it wasn’t for her next sentence.

“What, you’re telling me that you got out of the angry teen phase?”

She smirked at him and laughed when he playfully shoved her.

The room the gala was held in was like everything Marinette had imagined. She could almost believe that she was a princess in one of her favorite Disney movies. It was so beautiful and well decorated that she couldn’t help but gape at it for the entirety of the night.

She and Damian had mingled a little with the other guests. Some Damian knew, some he didn’t, and he could recognize the kind of people they were talking about just before.

They were not subtle at all, and it upset her on Damian’s behalf.

She got a few compliments about her dress and even got to give away her card to three persons who were interested in a commission.

Three people might not be a lot, but the French girl was still so happy, and she could see that her soulmate was happy for her too.

Dick and Jason both took her apart for a dance or two, and she had so much fun with them. She couldn’t help but wonder if it was what it felt like to have siblings.

Maybe it was a bit early to feel like this, but she considered the three oldest sons as her brothers.

Eventually, she managed to convince Damian to dance with her. A dance turned into two, then three, and the fourth was interrupted by a tap on her shoulder. When she turned, she gasped in delight.

“Jagged!”

She hugged the rock star and then her assistant.

“Oh, I’m so happy to see you both! What are you doing here?”

Jagged laughed loudly, so full of life as always.

“We’re invited every year. The question is, what are you doing here Marinette? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you here before.”

She smiled at the singer.

“No, I haven’t,” she turned to Damian. “I’m here with Damian, my boyfriend. Damian, this is Jagged Stone.”

Damian extended his hand and Jagged shook it eagerly. He then extended it to Penny, who shook it firmly but gentler.

“You didn’t tell us you were dating someone!” Exclaimed Penny.

Marinette smiled sheepishly, embarrassed.

“Yeah, I wanted to tell you but I didn’t want to bother you during your tour.”

“Come on, you never bother us! But, her, speaking of the tour, Penny will give you a call sometime during the month, I may be in need of your services.”

The designer beamed at that.

“Sure, you know when I’m available!”

They chatted a little after that, Jagged and Penny wanting to know more about Damian until eventually, the rock star and his assistant had to mingle with the other guests.

“Huh,” said Damian, “You never told me you knew The Jagged Stone.”

The Eurasian girl smirked at him, winking with her left eye — now blue thanks to the contact they managed to buy the other day.

“Oh, do I still manage to surprise you?”

He scoffed.

“I don’t think you can ever stop,” he said, bringing her closer to him.

Behind them, the guests started to count down from ten.

“I can say the same for you, you know.”

Her hands sliding behind his neck, she brought his face closer to hers, and right when the crowd yelled “one”, she kissed him.

She kissed him deeply, maybe more than what was appropriate in public, but then, as it was a tradition in America, a lot of people were kissing to greet the new year.

“Happy new year,” they whispered at the same time.

She laughed at their synchronization.

“Damn, I love you so much,” she whispered and kissed him once more.

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the-daily-multi-fandom-post · 4 years

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This time can you do a very romantic just Jeremy Gilbert request I’m really sorry if I keep bothering you or annoying you I really love how you write in the style I am how do you put it all together it’s amazing but if you’re tired of me I completely understand

Oh no it’s fine I gottcha! Here it is! 🖤

Warnings: smoking weed, talks of drugs, drinking? Idk what else.

Y/n smiled as she woke up to a drooling Jeremy. She was wrapped in the arms of her boyfriend who was going to sleep the day away. Y/n tried to get up without waking him, but the two were tangled up together.

She continues to carefully struggle, but she just didn’t have the heart to wake Jeremy up.

“I know your awake I can hear your heart beating faster.” She looked at Jeremy who seemed to be half awake and half asleep.

“I forget my girlfriends a vampire sometimes.” He said as he pulled her impossibly closer to her.

“Jeremy please let go. I have stuff I need to go do today.”

“What’s more important then staying in bed all day?” He asked as he stared into her Y/e/c eyes.

“Maybe helping my brothers before they get themselves killed. If I don’t get up and ready they’ll leave without me.”

“She’s right.” Damon said all of a sudden inside the room making the two jump.

“Damon, what the hell?!” Y/n yelled as she threw a pillow at her older brother.

“Y/n you need to get ready we leave in 5 minutes. So chop chop. Little Gilbert let my sister go before I snap your neck.” Y/n rolled her eyes at her brother as she vamp sped to him. Grabbing the coller of his black shirt and running him out of the room. Locking the door behind her as she shut the door.

“I mean it five minutes, no fonduing!” Damon called from the other side of the door. Y/n rolled her eyes at her brother as she walked back over to the bed. Getting back onto the bed she leaned over to Jeremy giving him a passionate kiss. He tries to takeover the kiss but she wouldn’t allow it. As soon as he tried to make the kiss deeper.

“I love you, but I gotta go.” She smiled kissing him one more time then getting up. Walking over to the closet of her room and grabbing clothes to get dressed.

She came back out of the closet wearing a gray v-neck t-shirt, blue jean shorts and black converse tennie shoes.

“How is it you can dress as casual as can be and still look so freaking beautiful?” Jeremy asked as he stood up from the bed walking over to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him. Giving her a tight hug, secretly trying to keep her home for the day.

“I know what your doing.” Y/n spoke as she felt Jeremy kiss the space between her neck and shoulder. “And what is that?” He hummed as he continues kissing up her neck.

“You are distracting me so I’ll have to stay home. It’s not gonna work, Jeremy.” She said as she pulled away from him with a smile. Walking over to her dressed she grabbed her hair brush. Brushing through her hair. Then after she was done twisting it into a braid.

Then walking over towards the bathroom to brush her teeth.

She could hear Jeremy groaning. Telling her she should stay with him for the day.

“It’s only 9:34 I should be Home by 12.” Jeremy looked at Y/n and tried to give her puppy dog eyes.

“Fine, but you are mine tonight. I have a special night tonight.” Y/n nodded at a serious Jeremy Gilbert.

“Alright tonight I’m all yours, I promise.” Jermey nodded as he gave her a kiss letting her go with a soft smile.

Y/n grabbed phone off charge and left the room. A minute later she left with her two brothers.

“Alright we have a couple hours to get the place decorated for Y/ns birthday so let’s get started!” Caroline exclaimed as she looked at her friends in front of her.

Stefan and Damon were distracting Y/n while Elena, Jeremy, Caroline, Bonnie, Matt and Tyler worked on everything for the party.

“Tyler, Matt you guys are on food and drink duty.”

“Elena, Jeremy you guys are with me working on decorating the boarding house.” Elena and Jeremy nodded.

“Bonnie you are to find a cake for y/n and help us decorate the house.” Everyone understand what they should be doing?” Caroline I asked her friends with a smile on her face. They all nodded and Caroline clapped her hands together. Making them jump at the loud clap. “Alright then let’s get started.”

Hours went by as Y/n sat in the back seat of Damon’s Camaro. She was told they were going to a meeting with Elijah at the Mikaelson mansion. But when they had been driving for a little more then what they should’ve been she was confused.

“Where are we going?” Y/n finally asked her two older brothers.

“We are doing something for your birthday. This year is the first year we three are together for your birthday. So I decided that we would do something we haven’t done for a very long time.” Y/n looked over at Stefan confused. But was about to ask questions when they pulled into a familiar dirt road.

“Are we where I think we are?” She asked as she looked at the Woods around them and then the rumble of what used to be their home.

“Welcome home y/n.” Damon said as he put the blue camaro in parked.

Stepping out y/n looked at the house and smiled.

“There’s so many memories here.” Y/n spoke softly as she looked at the property in front of her.

“We figured since its been so long since we’ve been together for your birthday we would go back down memory lane.” Damon said as he pulled at a foot ball from the trunk of the car.

“Are you for real?” Y/n asked as she looked at her two brothers.

“Umm. Yeah.” Damon said as he threw the ball to Y/n.

The whole time Y/n had a great time with her brothers. Playing football together playing tag and playing hide-in-seek.

“I don’t understand how you hide so good still. It’s been like 200 years and we still can’t ever find you.” Stefan told his younger sister as they got into the car.

“Well, I guess I’m just that good.” Y/n said with a smile laughing at her brother who seemed confused at how he couldn’t find his sister.

“Alright, lets get back to the house. We’re going to be late.” Damon said as he got into the car.

“Late for what?” Y/n asked as she looked at her older brother.

“Huh? Oh I was just saying how I didn’t want to be here so late. You know with spirits running around here.” Damon made you randomly. Y/n squinted her eyes at her brother and sighed. Mumbling a dragged out, “okay.”

The three got out of the car and walked up the side walk to the door. Opening the door Y/n heard a shush and then a snickering.

She walked further into the house and seen her friends and other people jump up, “happy birthday!!” They all exclaimed. Y/n looked at her friends with a smile on her face. Music started playing for background sound and y/n looked at her brothers behind her.

“You guys were distracting me so they could do all this.” Y/n said looking at her two brothers.

“You guys are the best.” Y/n said looking at her brothers and then her friends.

“Well, lets get this party started!” Caroline exclaimed pulling y/n to the crowd of people who were already dancing to the music. Y/n was dancing beside Caroline, Bonnie and Elena. The four girls having them time of their lives.

“Here you go!” Jeremy called over the music handing Y/n a red solo cup of beer from the keg.

“Thank you, baby!” Y/n called over the music. Hugging him and then placing a kiss on his cheek. She took a couple sips of the cool beer and started dancing with Jeremy.

After a while of dancing and drinking Y/n was pulled away with Jeremy to another room where she noticed a few stoned teenagers were smoking.

“Are you kidding me?” Y/n laughed at Matt who was smoking a blunt in his hand.

“What? You wanna hit?” Y/n giggled as she took the blunt.

Y/n laughed at something Matt said when Alaric walked in.

“Y/n I thought you were the good influence.” Alaric told y/n as she handed the blunt to Jeremy.

“Sometimes you just gotta let loose some.” Y/n laughed right before taking a swig of her beer.

“I’m all out I’ll be right back.” Y/n leaned over kissing Jeremy then left the room to get a drink. The three stayed quiet until Y/n left the room completely.

“Do you have the ring?” Jeremy asked Alaric who had been out all day getting the ring Jeremy had bought for Y/n.

Alaric nodded reaching into his pocket getting the promise ring Jeremy had asked Alaric to get.

“Here it is. It’s a really nice ring. I thought it was an engagement ring at first.” Matt nodded as he leaned over to get a clear look of the silver banned ring with a small blue stone in the middle.

“What kind of stone is that?” Matt asked pointing to the blue shining stone.

“lapis lazuli gemstone. It’s the same stone that’s in their daylight rings. I thought I would make the ring special by putting a daylight stone inside of it. I even got Bonnie to activate it.”

“Got Bonnie to activate what?” Y/n asked as she came back into the room. A solo cup in hand along with a jack daniels bottle in hand. Jeremy jumped quickly putting the ring into his pocket.

“Oh I had to get Bonnie to activate my phone. You know me, not that tech savvy.” Alaric came up quickly as he gave Y/n a smile. Matt and Jeremy nodded agreeing that’s what they were talking about.

“Okay, well I stole a bottle of whiskey so we don’t have to drink any of that cheap beer. No offense Matt.” Matt shrugged and smiled.

“Alright, well Matt and I are gonna go in here and see if we can find the others.” Matt looked at Alaric confused, but Alaric gave Matt a glare which made him nod. “Yeah, Caroline owes me a drink anyway.”

Y/n watched as Alaric and Matt left leaving the two in the room alone.

“What was that all about?” She asked looking at Jeremy confused.

“Who knows, I think they’re a little too drunk.”

Y/n nodded as she looked into Jeremys brown eyes smiling.

“Thank you for everything. I’ve never had a birthday party.” Y/n thanked him leaning on her tip toes to kiss him.

“You’ve lived for over 100 years and never had a birthday party before?” Jermey asked as he laced his fingers with hers.

She nodded looking him.

“Yeah, I’ve never had one. I mean I was told happy birthday by my brothers and mom, but never had a party.”

“Well I guess we need to have this party even more memorable.” Jeremy said as he grabbed the ring out of his pocket.

“Baby, we’ve been together for three years. I’ve never been more in love with anyone that I have for you. I got you a promise ring,” he started pulling out the ring and showing it to Y/n. Y/n smiled as she looked up at Jeremy.

“This ring is a promise to you from me. A promise to be there for you whenever you need it. A shoulder for you to lean on in the time of need. To love you and to hold you at night. This promise ring is a symbol of my love to you. To show you my love. It's a promise to be faithful and love someone. Will you accept my promise?” Y/n was in tears, she had never had someone tell her they were so in love with her. It made her heart burst with love. She nodded with a teary smile.

“Of course I will!” She smiled as she slipped the ring in her ring finger.

“Now in a couple years you’ll be trading that for an engagement ring.” Damon spoke up as he walked into the room following close behind him were the rest of the gang.

“You guys knew about this?” Y/n asked as Jeremy wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Uh, yeah. Kinda the reason why we made you stay out all day.” Elena laughed at Caroline who was being so blunt.

“Well, thank you! This is the beat birthday ever. I couldn’t think of a better birthday.” Y/n smiled as she leaned her head against Jeremys shoulder.

“I love y’all.” Y/n said looking at her friends. Caroline smiled as she clapped her hands together. “Group hug!” She said forcing everyone to hug.

Yup definitely one of the best birthdays ever.

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idyllicstarker · 4 years

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Prompt where tony is pent up and hasn’t come in like two months and is cranky and peter asks him if he needs help relieving his stress (also bottom tony please)

Your wish is my command! This took a much softer route than I originally thought it would. But I still struggle with writing smut, so right now hard smut ain’t the one, but I tried to give you equall parts sexy times, equal parts fluff, and with a bit of angst and grumpy Tony mixed in. But I was proud of it nevertheless, so I hope you like it!

Trigger warning: Implict reference to erectile dysfunction, sexual content, foul language, rimming, age difference (although it isn’t stated peter is 18+ and therefore above the age of consent)

It wasn’t that Tony had an off the charts libido. He didn’t need to constantly have sex to keep himself happy. He didn’t even need to have sex to satisfy his drive - maybe in his youth he was more active in finding partners, but now, a simple solo play was enough to keep him going. He didn’t like hookups anymore, he liked the intimacy of sex not the thrill of one night stands or flings. He didn’t have a partner but that was okay, he was older now, and his hand was enough of a companion until he found someone he did generally want to have sex with. But two months without properly spilling a load proved to be a bigger challenge than Tony would have anticipated.

His sudden abstinence wasn’t a choice. Tony wasn’t exactly insatiable, but every time he tried to ‘get himself going’ nothing happened. It scared him at first, especially since it confirmed that he was at such an age where he couldn’t even get it up anymore. But the problem apparently lay deeper when he could get it up… he just couldn’t get it back down again. Content with the fact that he didn’t need to start buying viagra Tony tried his hardest to do anything at all. But after three days of intense masturbation (he was pretty sure he’d rubbed the entire outer layer of his cock off), he didn’t know how many more cold showers he could take before going into meetings. Once or twice he may have gotten close, but only to produce a dribble of cum which was by far not enough to accommodate for how red and swollen his cock was.

He tried everything he could in his spare time, but his balls were stubborn as ever. Two months on they were still full and only getting fuller.

At this point it was beyond frustrating. Tony didn’t know what to do, and after running out of a meeting and breaking down in the bathroom because the front of his pants were painfully tight, he knew he’d have to do something before his lack of relief killed him. The question was: what was that something supposed to be?

He’d tried his hardest to keep himself occupied. He’d always over-worked himself, but now he was doing double the hours because anything that could take his mind away from how desperate he felt all the time was considered a good thing. Along with that of course came stress, and Tony was exhausted. Pepper definitely took advantage of his new found enthusiasm, ensuring his days were tightly packed. (No pun intended!) The one good thing about this whole drama was the fact that when Tony wasn’t working, he was tinkering in his lab. What else was he supposed to do? He never did have any hobbies. And being in his lab more often, meant that Peter, who had always been eager to spend as much time in there with Tony as he could, finally had more time too. And Tony had always adored the smile on his face as he left the lab after a good few hours of work.

Yet as nice as Tony tried to be these past months, sometimes he let his fatigue and irritation get the better of him and he truly deserved the title of being a bitter old man.

“You can put on some music if you want.”

Peter looked up his laptop, gaze settling on Tony as he gave a tight lipped smile and nodded his head. He was hunched in his chair, evidently trying to make himself seem as small as possible, he didn’t even let a peep out. Even the way his fingers rested on the keyboard - tense, he was too scared to type, out of fear that the clicking of the keys would aggravate Tony into yelling at him again. The guilt that washed over Tony was intense, an emotion that he definitely didn’t need right now with his already overwhelming vexation but he knew he had no one to blame but himself.

He hadn’t meant to snap. It had been a long day and although he promised Peter they could work on some new adjustments to his suit, he just wanted a bit of peace and quiet. Peter, bless his soul, was babbling about his day the moment he walked through the door. And Tony snapped. He knew full well he shouldn’t take his own autonomy problems out on Peter, but as soon as the words left his mouth it was too late.

“Kid, I really don’t care.”

The sight of Peter’s wide eyes as Tony sighed exasperatedly at him would haunt him forever. The hurt didn’t hit him at first, and then suddenly Peter’s gaze flickered down to the tabletop, as he muttered a quiet ‘sorry’ and Tony hadn’t heard him speak since. He’d even quietly taken himself away from the table with the suit, and sat down at his usual seat across the lab. Tony presumed he was working on school work or something, and had of course left Tony to work on the suit alone. He could have been harsher, and Tony thanked whatever filter stopped that from happening. Peter looked like he was on the verge of tears, but still he didn’t make a sound, almost as if he was just trying to disappear completely.

“I’m sorry, Peter, I didn’t mean that. At all. I do care, I really do. I just-“

“It’s okay Mr Stark, I understand. I’ve been told I speak too much sometimes, and I know you’ve been working a lot so this is like your.. free time, and I’m sure you don’t want me ruining that. I’m sorry.”

The repeated apology did nothing for how mad Tony was at himself, and he’d even made the boy think he thought he spoke too much. Honestly Peter’s rambles about his day was what made Tony’s better, and the thought that maybe he’d never get to hear them again was horrifying.

He offered for Peter to put on music, hopefully it would be a cause of distraction and Tony didn’t have to sit in silence with his thoughts. But of course there came no verbal reply.

“What about that story, you were telling me, you should finish it. I was quite intrigued”, he offered instead. Of course it was all a little hypocritical and by the way Peter raised an eyebrow he noticed it too.

“It was just stupid Mr Stark. I’m sure you wouldn’t care”, he muttered quietly, finally raising his gaze all the way to look Tony in the eyes.

At a loss, Tony deflated, sitting back in his chair. “Alright”, he simply replied, because what else was he supposed to do? He was too exhausted to even fix what he’d done. Eyes closed, he pulled the glasses off his face and set them down, before massaging the bridge of his nose. His skin was oily with sweat, and as it collected on his fingers, he grimaced, shaking his head. He didn’t know how he managed to get himself into this position, but he knew it started with the fact that he was too horny for his own good. He was at a point where he didn’t even care how mean he was being, and was two seconds away from dismissing Peter with a sorry excuse that he didn’t feel well, until he felt two small hands rest on his shoulders.

His eyes snapped open, but he knew even before he did that it was Peter.

Skilled hands worked silently at the knots in his shoulders, and Tony let out a grunt. A snicker sounded from above him, and even Tony couldn’t stop himself from letting out a small laugh.

“This funny to you Pete?”, he asked, his tone amused but his voice was hoarse because the small hands were strong and they definitely knew what they were doing.

He didn’t exactly get a reply to his question, but he did hear a hesitant sigh from the younger male. It was almost as if he was thinking carefully about whether to say what was actually on his mind.

“I know better than to let your snapping get at me”, he eventually said. Although Tony couldn’t see it, he could hear the smile in his voice, and as a spur of the moment decision, he rested his head back against Peter’s stomach. The boy didn’t seem to mind, letting go of his shoulders to instead thread his fingers through Tony’s hair. “It isn’t the first time, and I know you’ve been stressed lately. I have every right to call you a cranky old man and get offended, but I know there’s something deeper going on there because Happy tells me all the time that you repeat everything I say, back to him, with frightening enthusiasm, to use his wording. So I know you do care, deep down”, he muttered gently, fingertips dancing across his scalp.

Tired eyes opened to meet Peter’s gentle ones. He probably should have been more mad at Happy than he actually felt, but the fact that it did make him smile was a win. “So what are you saying?”, he asked after a moment. “Have you been searching up old people’s homes to send me too because you’ve finally had enough of my bullshit?”

Peter smirked, and rolled his eyes. “Not yet, but you should watch your mouth because the next time you upset me it’s going to be the first thing I do”, he answered.

As Tony laughed, he made an attempt to pull away, but Peter didn’t let him. In fact he tugged on Tony's hair to prevent it. That wasn’t the problem, it was an innocent tug, but the moan that Tony emitted from the feeling wasn’t so innocent.

Both turned equally red. Tony at having such a reaction from so little stimulation (especially since said stimulation was from his much younger partner) and Peter at being able to elicit such a reaction. Tony shot up, and Peter actually let go this time. But he wasn’t going to let go of the moment as easily as he did his head.

“Mr Stark, when was the last time you had sex?”, he questioned. Tony choked on the water he’d sipped to try and calm the heat that had spread across his face, which apparently was useless after being asked such an obscene and blunt question, especially when the question was asked so casually and with such a sweet voice.

“Excuse me”, he squeaked, still riding the aftershocks of almost dying, but Peter still stood beside him, not concerned but clearly amused. More than anything though, he seemed concerned. He wanted to help.

“I’m not saying I know for definite that you’re sexually frustrated Mr Stark, but it would explain why you’ve been… frustrated for a number of weeks now. And I guess, I have to say it now: You’re not exactly the best at knowing when someone else is entering the lab, especially when you’re focused. And all I’m saying is that if I’ve walked in on you three times.. doing the you know what, and each time you never finished-”

“Kid, you’re killing me”

Peter laughed softly, looking down at Tony with a gentle expression. “It’s not my fault you’re not the best at knowing when someone comes into the lab when you’re focused. And you were very focused.”

“And you just decided to watch then?”

“I like to call it: waiting for the best time to make my presence known.”

Tony sighed, raising a hand to his head and kneading his first into his temple. “Well I’ve definitely fucked up then. God, why didn’t you tell me”, he groaned.

There was a moment of silence between them. Until finally Peter opened his mouth. He was shifting nervously, like he always did when he asked Tony for something. But this time it was more about giving, more than anything. And that was far worse, than anything he could ask for.

“You know Mr Stark, if you need help-”

“Nope! No, absolutely not”, Tony’s reply was adamant and he was already standing up from the chair. He made his way across the lab, shaking his head adamantly.

“You didn’t even let me finish”, Peter pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. It surprisingly wasn’t enough to deter him from saying anything else. Any other time and he may have ran out of the room mortified at being rejected. But this was different.

“I’m not going to let you do anything for me, because you feel bad that I can’t even help myself out. It’s fine, I’ve gotten through it this long, I’ll get myself out of it somehow. I’m not some sort of sicko and I refuse to let you do anything”

“I think your ego is getting in the way of your common sense”, Peter replied, hands gripping onto the chair that Tony had just vacated. The male looked over, and observed him, and he couldn’t help but think what those knuckles would look like gripping onto the sheets.

“Fuck”, he muttered to himself, turning his head away.

“What was that?”, Peter asked innocently, a sweet little smirk on his face as if he knew. As Tony didn’t reply, he continued: “as I was saying, all I was going to ask is if I could, help relieve any of that stress?”, he asked coyly.

Tony scoffed, shaking his head. “Peter, you know what you’re doing”, he corrected, making his way back over to the chair. “Can we just finish the suit please? I don’t know how I didn’t scar you when you caught me. Three… oh hell, three god damn times. Why you’d want to expose yourself to that more I have no idea”, he rambled, sitting in his chair heavily.

“You’re infuriating”, Peter mumbled. It all happened so quickly, a hand on Tony’s wrist was pulling him up and suddenly Peter’s lips was on his. It was a heavy kiss, hot with passion and desire, and Tony melted there and then. He grunted at the suddenness of it, but of course, he couldn’t think of anything he wanted or needed more. Peter’s hands were on his ass, squeezing and kneading at it. The room was hot in itself but with their bodies pushed against each other, the fire in the room was dangerous.

Tony’s hips thrusted forward, desperate to find friction until he was practically humping at Peter’s thigh. He was whimpering softly, and it was in that moment in which Peter realised just how needy he actually was. He decided he didn’t want to tease him too much - even after all the horrible things he may have said the past few months when he was in his grumpy moods. It wasn’t worth it, not when he knew Tony was so desperate.

Moving to undo Tony’s jeans, and pull them down along with his boxers, he laughed quietly hearing the man mumble that this “seemed wrong.”

“You want it don’t you?”, he reassured, looking up at him with a calm expression. He didn’t want to do this if Tony generally didn’t feel like this was the best thing to help him. But by the look on his face, and the small nod, Peter knew that meant, give it a try. And he definitely would.

Finally, now that he could focus, he pulled down the boxers that were stuck to Tony’s skin and gasped quietly as his cock bounced out, and hit across his stomach. “Has it been like this for a while?”, he asked sympathetically, taking in how desperate it was. It was practically bulging, steaming red, and already leaking pre cum onto Tony’s stomach.

“Two months”, he admitted.

Peter nodded and stretched out a hand, wrapping his fist around it. But he frowned as Tony seemed to have no reaction. Surely with how sensitive it looked, a simple brush with a finger would elicit some sort of moan. He looked up to Tony, as he began to pump him slowly, but Tony only groaned softly.

“I think I’m broken”, he admitted.

How devastated he sounded had Peter laughing. He probably shouldn’t but it was impossible not too. “You’re not broken, you just need a bit of human touch that’s all”, Peter said softly.

“Look at you Mr. know it all”

“Shush”

Peter rose to his feet once again, gently lifting Tony onto the table with a small smirk. “I’m stronger than I look you know”, he laughed, at Tony’s bewildered expression. “You know I don’t think I’ve ever told you, but I’m really attracted to you Mr. Stark”, he told him softly, as he knelt down. Hooking his arms under his thighs he pulled his legs onto his shoulders and hummed softly as he caught sight of Tony’s opening.

“You are?”

“Of course. I’m pretty sure everyone is”, he didn’t really give much of a space to dwell on that, before his head came forward and his tongue lapped gently at his opening.

Tony let out a staggered breath and Peter smirked slightly at his reaction. “Fuck Peter”, he muttered, hips slightly lifting off the table but Peter was quick to hold them back down.

He didn’t bother to say anything, continuing to lap at Tony’s wet hole, hands massaging at his thighs. Tony was withering and Peter couldn’t believe it had taken the man so long to cum when he was shaking at a single touch. Although Tony wasn’t completely tight, Peter found out, when he moved a finger to break past the ring of muscle. So Tony had clearly tried. But as Peter had said, he just needed some human touch. He spat against the eager hole that was now clenching around his finger, relishing in Tony’s whines.

“You’re doing so well for me Mr Stark”, he whispered softly, wide and sweet eyes looking up at the withering man, which Tony concluded should be a sin considering his finger was pumping in and out of his hole.

“Fuck, Peter, please. Please I need more”, he begged, hips rutting against his hand as he threw his head back.

Peter kept to his internal promise of not teasing him. Pulling out his finger only to completely devour his hole. Tony’s hands tugged at his hair, yelling out as Peter lapped at him. When he figured that would be enough spit to reduce any discomfort, Peter pulled away, licking at his lips. “You taste really good Mr Stark”, he muttered innocently, as two fingers breached his hole to scissor him open.

He wasn’t sure if Tony couldn’t speak because this was the first real pleasure he’d felt in so long, or if this is what he was usually like, but either way, Peter loved it. Tony was a sight to remember. Fingers scratching at the table, trying to grab onto anything he could hold onto; body shaking and soft moans falling from his parted lips. His head was thrown back and eyes closed, and Peter was sure he’d never seen a sexier sight. Two fingers turned into three, and Tony was begging.

“Please Peter, I need you so bad. Please, I can’t, I’m so close”, he scrambled over his words.

“You need what Mr Stark?”

“You, fuck, Peter please I need you.”

If Tony had been more aware of anything other than the burning in his lower stomach, he may have gushed at the adorable sound of the giggle that emitted from Peter. How he managed to stay so cute, while making a valiant attempt at dominating Tony.

As the boy stood, he had a soft smile on his lips. “I wish you could see how sexy you look right now Mr Stark”, came his passive statement, gently pulling Tony to the edge of the table by his thighs. “It’s like I can see the stress just completely diminishing - a job well done by me if I do say so myself”, he hummed. He was far from cocky but in that moment Tony knew he was fairly arrogant of the fact that he’d managed to reduce his mentor to such a state. Especially after he’d admitted he hadn’t been able to for a while. But Tony didn’t have it in him to feel taken aback by the confidence, it was sexy, and anything to help the pent up stress and energy that plagued him, he’d take again and again.

Peter leaned in to press a kiss to Tony’s lips, as if sensing his wandering brain. “Hey there big boy, I’m trying to help you out here. The least you can do is act like you’re enjoying it”, he muttered softly.

Tony frowned slightly, gaze searching over Peter’s. He was surprised to see that along with his genuine sympathy for Tony’s problems (and aside from the darkened lust) that Peter held all the affection that Tony believed was saved for a lover or something of the sort. He let out a soft sigh, moving to wrap his arms around Peter’s neck, unconsciously rocking his hips forward against Peter’s clothed crotch. He moaned softly as his own manhood rubbed invitingly against what he only presumed was the hardness of Peter’s bulge. “I am enjoying it”, he shivered, lips pressing against the smooth dip of his neck, mouthing at the salty sheen across Peter’s skin. His breathing was staggered with need, and by the way Peter’s adam’s apple bobbed against his nose, he knew he was just as eager as Tony. They rocked together, Peter mouthing wet open-mouthed kisses at Tony’s temple, whilst the man himself shuddered, fanning his warm breath against Peter’s skin.

“Pants. Off!” Tony demanded.

Peter groaned softly in response, letting go of Tny long enough to pull down his own sweatpants and underwear. Tony wasn’t sure what he was expecting in terms of Peter’s endowment. But when a hefty length sprang out and hit across his own thigh, already hard and bulging, Tony knew it put his own to shame. The build up of saliva in his mouth at the mere sight was incriminating. He didn’t look away until he felt a finger under his chin, forcing his head to look up at a very red Peter.

“The spider bite… altered a few things”, he explained, he almost sounded embarrassed about it.

“Fuck me Peter, literally, please, I need that.” Tony’s wide eyes showed he was more than happy to see such a sight, just slightly shocked.

“Someone’s whiny, gosh Tony”, Peter teased, his confidence once again returning as he pulled Tony closer, their chest pressed against each other as he moved for a kiss. Their shirts were sticky on their bodies, and their pants hung heavily at their ankles, but all Tony could focus was getting that inside him.

“Fuck you”, Tony muttered against his lips, eliciting a smirk from the younger male.

“I think you mean fuck me”, he hummed, lining himself up at Tony’s newly opened entrance.

Tony mumbled something under his breath, but had already burrowed his head into the crook of Peter’s neck. His arms were clutching at his back, pulling on the shirt material with such an animalistic strength that any harder and may have ripped it.

As Peter pushed in, he wailed. Not in a necessarily pained way, but a wail of relief. He’d needed this, and now that he’d finally gotten it, he was in such a state of euphoria that his body was tingling. Peter’s hand came to rest on his hip, and the touch burned his skin in the most inviting way. The stretch of his cock inside his hole ached - he felt like he was seconds from splitting apart as Peter pushed in, but it was the best type of feeling. A pain that had him crying out for more, never wanting it to stop. A choked breath fell from his lips, shuddering at the sound of Peter’s heavy breathing until finally he bottomed out. Simultaneously they both let out a sigh of utter relief.

As Peter rocked his hips, Tony threw his head back, eyes closed as he clutched and scratched at Peter’s skin where his hands had found their way under his shirt. Everything was so hot and frantic but he wouldn’t have liked it any other way. This is exactly what he’d needed after so long of being starved of the feeling of being full to the brim.

Their bodies moved together in sync, Peter thrusting in and out with such a skilled and knowledgeable pattern that Tony very almost grew jealous at the thought of how many times he must have done this. A hand pulled at the hairs at the nape of his neck, and the other was keeping his hips at the table, asserting complete and utter dominance and Tony was more than willing to submit. It didn’t matter what partners Peter had in the past, because tonight, Tony was his. Between the sounds of his moans as Peter slammed into him and the boy’s own as Tony clenched perfectly around his width, the quiet mantra of Tony’s soft whimpers of ‘mine’ very almost went unnoticed.

Almost.

“What was that Mr Stark?”, Peter breathed against his ear, the cockiness in his voice revealing that he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Mine! Fuck your mine Peter. Mine. Fuck, please, don’t stop. I’m so close”, he babbled all at once. He almost didn’t recognise his own voice with how needy he was being. He’d like to put it down to the fact that finally he was going to get what he needed; but deep down he knew by his own possessiveness that he never wanted this to stop - ever!

Considering he’d found it so hard to reach a high for the past two months, Tony was ready to blow already. But he certainly wasn’t complaining, just the feeling of being full to the hilt of something real had already taken the edge off.

As Peter’s thrusts grew shallower, it was pretty obvious that he was just as close as Tony. The boy’s hand wrapped around the older male’’s leaking cock, thumb rubbing over the slit in a persuasive action to encourage it to let go, finally to take what it needed. A surprisingly affectionate gaze never left Tony’s face, totally stuck on the way it was scrunched in immense pleasure. It was a beautiful sight and Peter wished he got to see it more often. He had a lazy smile on his lips that only grew when he saw that Tony was on the brink.

“It’s okay, come for me Mr Stark. Give me it, I want it so bad”, he whispered, his hand pumping his cock and squeezing at just the right moment when he hit Tony’s prostate again and again.

Tony couldn’t help but let go. He came with a loud yell, his whole body rushing full of warmth, as his sight turned white from the sheer intensity of it. He was mumbling curses, body trembling, totally out of it, but Peter’s strong arms found their way around him to hold him up in his weakness. There were a couple more thrusts before he felt Peter spill inside of him.

When he gained more conscious bearings, he was still bundled into Peter’s arms, both still naked and sweaty, both with their clothes hanging off them. Peter had pulled out and Tony could feel his release leaking from his hole, but the younger male was gently rubbing his back, Tony’s legs around his waist and head buried in his chest. “You did so well for me Tony, i’m so proud of you”, he was muttering sweetly, nose burrowing into his hair. It was the most love Tony had felt in a long while.

As he raised his head, he realised his once painfully full cock was laying limp between his thighs. It took him a moment before he realised that the extremely excessive amount of cum across both his and Peter’s stomach was all his own - no wonder it had been so painful.

“There we go, doesn’t that feel so much better Mr Stark?”, Peter asked him “I was surprised to see you cum so much, but I guess it was necessary. I’m sure it feels better now tho, right?”, he questioned hopefully. Again with the innocent act, wide, slightly insecure eyes met his. But as they did, Peter moved his finger to scoop up some of Tony’s release. Without even a second thought he lifted it to his lips and began to suck it off as if it was some kind of lollipop. The boy moaned quietly at the taste as he looked up at him, smiling sweetly.

Tony at a loss of words could only simply nod at Peter’s question.

The boy giggled, raising an eyebrow cheekily. “Must have been good, you can’t even speak. Was my dick too bomb Mr Stark?”, he questioned.

Tony knew that was some kind of pop culture reference he definitely wouldn’t understand. He peered over Peter bemused. “I don’t even know what that means”, he muttered.

Peter sighed happily and leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “Don’t worry about it”, he reassured, hands stroking at Tony’s thighs. “I’m glad I could help you… relieve stress”, he hummed, laughing at the end part because of course he’d done much more than that. “I just hope you know this means you’re never getting rid of me now. You’re stuck with me. I wasn’t lying about that attraction thing. And if you want… i’d like to help you relieve stress more often”, he finished, gaze downcast as if scared for the reply. This time he actually was fearful of rejection.

Tony didn’t know how he could ever really reject him. Pushing aside the fact that he’d just given him the best dick in his life, Tony couldn’t deny he’d always taken a liking towards the boy. He was both attracted to him physically, but also inspired by his intelligence and adored his personality. He didn’t realise that as he’d planned to spend the rest of his life with him, by having him work with him… he was actually just trying to keep Peter close because he enjoyed being around him.

“I think I’m gonna have to keep you around for more than just stress relief”, Tony confirmed, his gaze soft as he regained the strength to gently take Peter’s waist and pull him in for another kiss.

The grin on the boy’s face as they pulled away was totally worth it. “Thank you Mr Stark. I think we should probably go take a shower. You made us a little messy.”

“We can shower. But Peter, really, if we’re gonna start doing this properly. You gotta stop calling me Mr Stark.”

“Okay… Mr Stark”.

“Peter!”,

“Sorry…”

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osterfieldshollandgirl · 4 years

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Love Overcomes Anything

This is my first Mob! Tom story.

Warning: angst and a bit of argument. Fluff in the mix.

Y/N POV:

Lately, Tom has been very busy with meetings and spending less time with you since he is the strongest mob leader in London. He always makes it a point to come to bed and cuddle you to sleep but in the past few days he has been coming into bed at 3 in the morning, slightly disrupting your sleep but you always let him pull you close. Tonight, is no different except that you had reminded him that date night was today, and he had a stress full day at work, so it slipped his mind. The day started with your excitement waking you up since it has been a while since it has only Tom and you are alone and no work. The day was spent pampering yourself from painting your nails and putting on a new outfit you have saved just for him knowing he will go crazy when he sees it. As you were doing your hair you heard footsteps coming towards the bedroom and saw Tom walking so you ran into the restroom to hide. The door is slightly open, and you see Tom sitting on the bed with his face in his hands.

At that moment you realized that he was stressed, and you see Harrison rush in making you suspect it has something to do with an important situation. Tom growls at Harrison, "Please give me a damn moment of peace, I wish Y/N was here to calm me down." Harrison shakes his head annoyed as I am the problem in the situation, do not get me wrong Harrison is close but when it comes to business, he is too serious. Tom suddenly shoots up with a realization look and looks at his phone "I am forgetting something; I just cannot put my finger on it. Maybe I should call Y/n and ask." Harrison was getting impatient and was about to say that it can wait when you heard a crash sound, causing him and Tom to run in that direction.

After they both left the room you finish off your look and see the time, smiling giddily that only in a few hours you will be able to make Tom feel better. You were now sitting in the living room listening to podcasts when you decided to text a reminder to Tom just in case he forgets because sometimes that happens not purposely though. You heard a ding in the bedroom, so you went to go check what it was and saw it was Tom's phone. Deciding to be a good girlfriend and to deliver it to him in person. On the path to where he was you saw Harrison walking towards you with a panic look and it suddenly changes as he sees the phone in your hand. As he says, "Thank you", he looks at my outfit and I forgot at that moment I am in my date outfit. Harrison puts it together that it is date night and smiles as he compliments me" You look beautiful as always, I am glad you are finally spending time together. Tom needs to relax." I smile back blushing at his compliment and tell him "Please remind Tom about the date." "I promise I will have a wonderful day," Harrison calls out as he walks towards Tom's office.

Tom's POV:

Harrison comes with my phone that I sent him on a chase to find. The noise that caught our attention was the enemy trying to escape from his chair and got himself even more hurt in the way the chair fell. Harrison had a smile on his face and Tom was stressed how His best friend and the second man is acting like this in a moment of crisis. He then speaks up and is about to tell me something as I look down to see if I have any new messages and calls then we hear and see Harry run into the room panicking mumbling about something. I rush up to him and shake his shoulders to get his attention, "What is it Harry, what is going on?" Harry looks at me with sweat forming as he says, "The other gang got a hold of our supply and threatened to mess with it if we do not meet them tonight at the dock." Tom immediately goes to Harrison, "What did you want to tell me?", as he packs up his bag and sends the message out to the members for the plan for tonight. Harrison ways the situation and decides to what is best for you both and says" It is nothing important, let us go tell those guys who are the bosses." Tom smiles and nods his head, ready to get it over so he can come back to his princess.

Y/N POV:

It is the time for the date, and you have been waiting at the restaurant where you were supposed to meet. The waiter keeps filling up the wine glass and the third trip to the table she says, "Do not worry about the tab on the drinks, it is on the house." I smile graciously and bid goodbye to her and take the car home. The truth is you are kind of tipsy from those glasses of wine and over the night so when you get home, you had a plan to change and go to bed. However, that plan was changed when you entered the house and saw the members surrounding Tom in the living room and you smell a musky smell that is not necessarily pleasant. Tom had not noticed me as I entered the room, but Harrison did and received a look that would hurt if looks could kill.

Tom noticed the room quiet down and looked in the direction where his men were practically drooling. He then makes eye contact with me and checks me out with a lustful look in his eyes. Tom calls me over, but I stay in place daring him with a sharp look, "I was waiting for you at the restaurant while you are here celebrating with the gang about something." Tom takes a deep breath and says bitterly, "Well, Darling I will say that you look beautiful. Something important business came up and we won the battle so a congratulation is in order." I stand still, surprised about how he was acting in front of his men towards. I then say sarcastically, "Congratulations Master, should I reward you with a dance?" and Tom's expression turned from slightly amused into a dark and annoyed expression. I walk away after that moment and hear mummers like wow, she is a boss woman. I smile to myself and go get ready for bed, calming down, and realized that you should be happy for Tom's achievement.

I am settled into bed as I hear Tom enter the room and go to the bathroom, he is humming to himself meaning he is happy. Curiously to see if he still annoyed with me, I decided to play a game with him to see if he would react. I wait for him to join me in bed and when he is settled and looking at emails before going to bed, you cuddle up to him so your head is on his chest and kiss up to his jaw. I see him turn his jaw slightly giving me more room to get to his sweet spot, as I get to his sweet spot, he closes his eyes letting out a sexy moan. He leans back more giving more space to move my hand under the blanket but before I could get to the destination, He grabs my wrist and pulls it out from under the blanket, "Princess, what you did was not what a good girl does and so as a punishment you will not get to make me feel good." I yank my hands out his grip, "Excuse me, you forgot our date and your saying I misbehaved. You are in the wrong here, I am not one of your men who you can command." Tom then sits up turning towards you with an astonishing look and says in a dark tone, " You will listen to me, I know how you tick and what you like, dislike and hate. So do not tell me off in front of my men again or it will be a real punishment and one you will not like." I gasp offended but not before he reaches over gently yet harshly at the same time kisses me passionately that I kiss back harder and when he pulls away a little whine comes from my mouth unwillingly, he just smirks "See princess I am in control even if you want to be." Then he gets serious, "I am sorry about missing our date especially if you looked like that for me. I will make it up to you I promise." After we lay down next to each other, he wraps his arms around me and pulls me close. He mumbles, "love you" quietly and I smile knowing he will always be soft for me.

The next few days go by and things between you two have decent, he is now coming to bed on time. The conversations have been short and blunt since every time you are telling a story, he would be looking at you at first and when he would think you are looking away he would go back to check his email. It did not bother you at first and you even let it slide except today was a stressful day for you since you were getting grief from your family about being with Tom and you had to rant about it to someone, but you knew he would not listen only let it go through one ear and out the other. As you settle in bed next to him, he is already in his usual actions on his phone, you roll your eyes hoping he notices you and says something but like usual he does not.

For once that night, Tom was the one who had a story to tell about what happened during work that day. An idea popped into your head decided to pay him back and show him what it is like to be ignored. In bed you turned slightly and listened for the first few minutes then noticed as he was getting into it, he talked with his hands so at that moment you took out your phone to write the email. He was still talking, and I had already sent the email, and then I heard in an accusing tone, "Really Y/N, you are on your phone when I am talking to you?" I straighten up in bed and sass back, "You do this to me every night so do not give me an attitude. I wanted you to realize that you seem to not be noticing me and it upsets me." He is quiet for a moment and I wait for a scolding instead I get a scuff and he finally says, "Well my work is more important than your social life stories, so sorry if I work hard for you to enjoy the life you live." I snap back a bit harshly, "This is no way to live where my boyfriend only talks to me when he feels like it." He stills angrily and gets out of the bed pacing in front of the bed, "How can you say that you sound like an ungrateful brat. I forgot one date now you are accusing me of not appreciating you."

I sat in bed watching your Tom turn into a different man and not the one you fell in love with. "That is not the point, first it is a date. Then you will start to forget our anniversary and other important events. And for your information, I did text you about it and reminded Harrison to tell you about it." He is about to rebuttal but looks at his messages and sees a message from me and then hurts me with what he is saying, "I never thought you would be clingy and needy otherwise I would have not approached you." I mumble to myself not purposely knowing it bothers him, he stands in front my side of the bed. "What is that?" he angrily, I look him in the eyes and blurt out, "Maybe my family is right I shouldn't be with you." And at that moment, I regret it because he looks at me with hurt and pain in his eyes and storms to his side of the bed to grab his pillow and a blanket. I quickly get up to try to stop him from leaving. I grab his wrist and he looked over at me and growls "Let me go before I say something I regret. I will be sleeping in the study. I will come to you when I am not so angry" and walks out I just lay back down and cry myself to sleep.

That morning you wake up to an empty cold bed and decided to apologize to Tom and hopefully resolve the past few days. An hour later at breakfast, you had a plan on how to make him forgive, he could never stay upset with you for long. As you were getting ready for the plan, you had put on his favorite outfit playing music in the background. The song No Control by One Direction was playing in the background and since you were in the bathroom, you did not see Harrison walk in enjoying the music and singing. Harrison was sent to get some items from the bedroom and came to apologize to you. You sit down on the bed and pat the bed for him to sit down next to you. "I am sorry I did not remind him; the case is now over because of that night. I want you both to be happy and I will do anything to protect you. And as always you look beautiful and he will love that outfit. Let us get him to be happy again." He looks at you and sees a smile on your face and sighs a breath of relief and leans over and kisses your cheek causing you to blush. You then explain what you want to and you both start the plan, where you will call Tom and give him sass just to get him to cancel the meeting and call you in and then he is back to your Tom that you love.

The plan started at exactly one o'clock, you called Tom, and when he answered with "Answer or behave." I answered with a sassy attitude, "What are you going to do, Spank me?" I heard him grunt before hanging up and knowing Harrison, the next second he sent a thumbs-up message to me, knowing that part worked it now to the next part. You get a text from Tom saying to come to the study, now to make him forgive you. You walk out of the bedroom and pass Harrison on the way to the study and he winks at you as to say it is good to go. I walk in and sit down directly facing him, his chair is turned around. I took a deep breath but as soon as he turns around in his chair, I gasp, he has tears in his eyes and looks sad. I speak first, "I am sorry for being so clingy and needy, it is just last night my sister was harping on me being with you and she is just jealous that you choose me over her. I am the luckiest person and I hope you can forgive me" as you finish your speech you are directly in front of him gently cupping his face. He lets me sit on his lap and wraps his arms around your waist pulling into a hug with your face nuzzled into his chest. "I am sorry as well; I will be more connected with you. The last few weeks have been stressful; and I took it out on you, and it is not fair. I love you; I forgive you. Please forgive me." I smirk and move to straddle him, and his hands move to my hips and mine to his neck.

I look him the eyes with lustful eyes and lean down whispering in his ears, "You can show me who is the boss. Make me feel wanted as you know how." His demeanor changes from sad to his dominant side and crashes his lips to mine with such passion it makes me grip his neck and grind down on his lap making both of us groan. He starts to control my hips with his hands and meets my core with his thrusts while we make out hardcore in his study in his chair. It got so heated as we started to move faster against each other while Tom pulls away and kisses down my neck finding my sweet spot. You pull on his hair as he kisses down your chest and back up to your lips and grinds deeper into you making you both release endorphins together. You fall limp into his arms enjoying the moment and kisses that you are receiving from him.

After you both are cuddling on the couch in the living room, you hear Harrison come into the living room and sit down far from you are cuddled. I look at Tom with puppy dog eyes and he nods with a smile adorning his handsome face. "Come on Haz, join us," I say and in a second, he is cuddled up to me. "My big mob boys, I Love you both." Tom pouts, "But you are my favorite" and lean over and kiss him sweetly which turns hot proving that you are his. When you both pull away, Haz is smiling, and then in unison, they say, "I love you as well." Both Tom and Harrison kiss your cheeks on both sides causing you to laugh and pull them closer, spending the rest of the night in a cuddle party with your boys.

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httpbread · 4 years

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Yooo, ur writing is v v cool!!! Could I ask for a hanako x reader where the reader can see ghosts, and has made it their goal to help as many as they can pass on? They’re a big pacifist, and very affectionate, always hugging their friends (which includes Hanako)! Headcanons or scenario are fine!

Pairing: Hanako x reader

Words: 2390

Awe!! thank you! that’s really good to hear xx I hope you enjoy this much too!

(Y/n) had never met a ghost she couldn’t help.

Not a single one.

However, she was quickly beginning to find that this particular boy would be quite a challenge.

"Ah, come on, Yashiro! It was only a brush of the hand."

Nene-chan stood firm before her, arms crossing to make an ‘x’, "You expect me to trust you over my eyes? That was a grope!"

(Y/n) had her arms thrown around her ever protective friend, behind her, burying her burning face into her back.

She couldn’t even go around this boy without her heart committing some sort of clumsy atrocity towards her! How was she supposed to get him on his way to the other side if she couldn’t even face him half of the time?

Not to mention, he wasn’t the biggest help with that problem either! With his soft wandering hands and his adorable grins that made her forget herself!

"How could I resist! She’s so easily squishable and sweet!" She peers over Nene’s shoulder just in time to watch him wiggle his fingers as if that were some kind of argument!

"Easy!" Nene-chan claims, spelling it out for him, "Keep. Your. Hands. To. Yourself."

"That’s no fun..." his eyes catch her peeking, lips instantly upturning, "What do you think, (N/n)? Should I really keep my hands away?"

"The answer is yes! Always, always yes!" Nene throws her hands out exasperatedly, "If it looks nervous, it could have a heart attack and die! That’s what my Rolling Orange Explosion taught me!”

“Y-Your what?” (Y/n) hastily speaks up, not sure if it’s fear about what died for Nene to learn that or fear that she would actually have a heart attack herself.

“Oh, he use to be my hamster...”

(Y/n) hastily hugs her friend, “Oh my gosh! I’m sorry!”

“Heart attack?” Hanako echoes as (Y/n) releases Nene, stepping back a little smile at her comfortingly, “So if...”

“I do this, (N/n)-chan could die?”

A sharp yelp escapes her lips, not really having expected to be scooped off her shoes so quickly, eyes shooting up to find Hanako’s holding hers.

“I just might!” She cries out, hugging her hands to her pounding chest.

“Awe! She really is like a little hamster-wampster! Isn’t that right-“

She was forcibly removed from Hanako’s arms, “Don’t baby talk her! Geez!”

Nene sets her back on her feet, dusting her off before looking up, “Is my (N/n) okay? Can I-“

“Hey- wait! You’re doing it too,” Hanako promptly tangles his arms over his chest sourly.

(Y/n) giggles, hiding her enclaves cheeks with her hands, “I’m fine. You two are just too much.”

“Or not enough?” He breathes in her ear, making Nene instantly jerk her back to her chest, wrapping her right back up in her arms.

“I think (Y/n)-chan has had much more than enough!” Yashiro harrumphs, “Now, since the bathrooms are done, I think I’ll be walking my nice friend home!”

This brings a warm smile to her lips, “Oh, it’s alright, Nene-chan, I don’t mind too much. We can stay a little longer.”

“Are you sure?” Nene asks with concern riddling her features.

(Y/n) fixes her with a big beam, “Yeah! I don’t get to hang out with Hanako as much as everyone else, you know!”

Two hands come from behind to squish her cheeks, “Yeah, Yashiro, it’s my turn for quality time with (N/n), didn’t you hear?”

“What?” She scoffs, crossing her arms, eyeballing him, “Is hanging out with (Y/n)-chan part of your rumor now?”

“Oh? Would you mind spreading that one?” His gentle hands move away from her cheeks to comb through her (h/l) (h/c) locks, “I’d really like that, thank you, Yashiro.”

Despite her heated face, her lashes flutter to rest against her cheeks, enjoying the moment.

“Absolutely... NOT!” Nene declares, “No way! I met (Y/n)-chan first, fair and square. Quit trying to steal her away!”

He drapes runs his fingers forward through her strands, pushing them past her face as his chin settles atop her head.

“Steal her? I wouldn’t really say that’s happening,” he clicks his tongue, “That sounds like it requires more effort.”

She juts her lower lip out at his words, “Rude...”

“No, no! I think it’s a wonderful thing,” he purrs, lifting his head as he runs a hand delightfully down the side of her face as he floats around her to see her face, “That just means we’re magnetic, don’t you think?”

Magnetic?

What a curious thing to say.

She smiles softly, feeding into his playfulness, “What, so, you’re attracted to me?”

He doesn’t even hesitate, “Very.”

He makes her stomach flip with a single word! She hastily looks away from him.

“Well, magnets can be very easily pulled apart,” Nene decides firmly, shoving a finger at him, “You’d best make sure you’re not getting to close!”

“Hah? But it’s in my nature! How could you repulse from such a pretty thing?” She jolts, hastily looking back over at him as his fingers dance faintly up her sides, sending a harsh shiver up her spine.

Jeez! She liked him, sure, but the shivers had to go!

Hanako flashes her a smirk, making her certain he knew exactly what he was doing too.

Such a troublesome ghost!

“That’s it! I’m taking (Y/n) away until you can act right!”

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While her dear friend had accounted for dragging (Y/n) home, she hadn’t quite accounted for the cold weather.

The weather that doomed her sick the next day.

Leaving (Y/n) defenseless.

Kidding. She just kept (Y/n) worriedly texting her just about five minutes, reassuring her that she would grab her work and that she hadn’t missed much.

All in all, she found it quite lonely without her best friend.

Nene usually kept in great health despite all their grand ghost expeditions...

She supposed she’d gotten rather attached, huh?

Which is why she wanted to make sure Nene recovered fast and smoothly! She’d have a little work as necessary to do when she came back!

(Y/n) triumphantly wrangled the mop free from the storage closet.

Only to trip over her own feet, the tool giving a little more easily than she had first judged.

(E/c) eyes screwed shut, mop handle hugged to her chest, she braced herself for a harsh impact.

She’d always hated the feeling of falling.

“Whoopsie daisy!”

But Hanako made it a little easier.

She bats her eyes open, looking up at him in awe.

Before he disappears from her view, too busy easing her back up into her feet.

A fond smile marks her lips, as she looks down, adjusting her grip on the cleaning supply, “Nice catch, Hanako-kun! I thought I was a goner, for sure!”

“Awe, no problem, (N/n)!” He coos, floating around her in her peripherals, “But- uh... what’s with the mop?”

She looks up to find him pointing a finger at it, “Oh! Well, Nene-chan is home sick today.”

She turns back to the storage closet, leaning the mop against the wall as she disappears back into it.

“That still doesn’t explain the mop... where are you going?”

“Getting bleach,” she chirps, “Can’t clean a floor without cleaning supplies!”

“Why are you- (N/n), I’m not going to make you clean the bathroom...?”

“I know,” she runs her fingers along the array of bottles, “But Nene is really sick. I don’t want her to stress about it.”

She looks over her shoulder, hoping a smile will brush the conversation over, “I hope you don’t mind! I promise I’ll do a good job!”

He only blinks twice at her, amber eyes round as ever.

She turns back to the supplies, deciding on the odd-looking white opaque bottle, muttering a soft ‘that’ll do’ under her breath.

It lands in the bucket with a trembling thud. This should be good for now!

She didn’t want to take more than she could carry, and she could always come back for more.

(Y/n) bends over, taking the handle of the bucket firmly into her small hands, lifting it up.

She wheels around, using the momentum of the load to make it easier.

Only to knock nearly right into the ghost standing behind her.

“Hanako!” She yelps, barely able to jerk back, barely able to catch herself as her footing wavers.

“You’re seriously going to clean the bathroom...? Because Nene is sick?”

She surveys him oddly, “Uhuh? Why do you make it sound like a bad thing?”

He lifts a hand to his chin, squinting at her, “Shockingly, most people don’t jump at the chance to clean toilets...”

A giggle escapes her lips, “Yes, but I get to spend more time with you while I do it!”

His eyes widen.

“I’m helping a good friend out and hanging out with another,” she beams at him, not a complaint in the world, “I don’t see a downside!”

He only sighs, giving his head a shake, “Such an enigma...”

“Enigma?” She echoes, shifting past him with her bucket before setting it down next to the mop.

“Yeah. You’re strange.”

“Blunt,” she mumbles, shoving the mop into her bucket as well, forcing it to melt around the bleach.

“It’s the truth though,” She crouches, listening to him while resting the broom handle against her shoulder, before then carefully grabbing the handle of the bucket and heaving it up, “You talk to ghosts. You talk to humans. You clean bathrooms.”

He continues as she promptly turns, making her way toward the bathroom, finding a place to leisurely float at her side, “All the while, you still smile like a kid on Christmas.”

(Y/n) raises a brow at him, offering a little glance as they come upon the door, “Because I’m happy...? That’s not weird.”

She then lifts a shoe, ready to rumble with her sucky balance to kick the door open.

Only to have Hanako make his way past her, pushing it open and holding it with ease, and also a comment, “It’s a little weird.”

She flashes him a sour expression as she lugs her bucket of supplies through the door.

“I just want my friends to be happy. The best way to do that is with a smile!” She tells him firmly, “You grant wishes. Don’t you do it with a smile?”

“Depends on the wish,” he enlightens simply as she drags the bucket over to the sink, beginning to unpack it.

She drops the bucket into the sink, turning on the faucet, before moving to the bleach, “I guess that makes sense, but that doesn’t argue my point, y’know.”

She offers herself a chipper smile in the mirror as she dumps a capful of bleach into the bucket, “If you’re smiling, the people around you are much more likely to smile! It’s a simple fact.”

She looks over at him, the smile growing much more genuine, “Plus, it’s just nicer that way, don’t you think? It’s good to see other people smile!”

“You’re missing the point though!” (Y/n)’s eyes fall to the bucket, watching the water fill it up, “I mean, you do so much for everyone else, isn’t there something that you want, (N/n)?”

She grins, amusement tickling her at his words, “I want to make this bathroom squeaky clean...?”

He snaps his fingers in front of her face, drawing her eyes to his unamused face, “Not what I meant.”

As he frowns at her, grumpy at her lack of answer, she decides to give him one.

“Well, I suppose there is one thing I want.”

His face brightens, “Yes, yes, that’s it!”

(Y/n)’s lips curve upward.

“I want you to pass on.”

He pauses.

Silence follows her words, so she turns back to her bucket, twisting the faucet off.

“Was that a threat...?”

“Wh-“ a laugh climbs up her throat, “No! Oh dear, no!”

She looks over at him, delighted, “No! I meant- like, peacefully, silly!”

Teasingly, she adds, “If I really wanted you gone, I’d just tattle to Teru-san about those curious hands of yours.”

She looks over, only catching a glimpse of the gentle look on his face, as it quickly shifts into horror, “(Y/n)!”

“Just poking fun!” She hastily waves away that dramatic flare of his, turning to her bucket to hide her reddening cheeks.

She got a firm grip on it, ready to jerk it up and out, hopefully avoiding the sloshing water.

Only to have to hands come to rest stop hers, stopping her in her tracks.

Her eyes came up to meet Hanako’s in the mirror.

“You want me to pass on?”

“Peacefully!” She firmly adds, holding his gaze with a determined sparkle in hers, “I want you to be happy, Hanako.”

She tilts her head back to look up at boy floating over her, “I mean, surely you don’t want to be here forever, do you?”

He blinks those big golden puppy dog eyes down at her, “I... don’t know...”

She smiles up at him nonetheless, “Well, I do. I know for sure that I don’t want you stuck in the same old stinky bathroom forever, especially not alone.”

In fear of getting too lost in those pretty eyes, she tears her own away to look down at the way his hands gently curl around her smaller ones.

“So, if you want to know what I want...”

She melts a little, telling him her desire proudly.

“I want to remain by your side and ensure you move on with ease one day.”

Her heart feels full as his hands squeeze hers lightly.

“You don’t have to do that...” he mutters, voice hardly even audible, “It could really be forever until I’m ready for that...”

“I know,” she chirps, closing her eyes, “But you asked me what I wanted!”

She looks up at him again, daringly.

“And if that’s the case, you better get real use to me, because I’ll wait forever if that’s what you need!”

It would be worth it then, just as it was worth it now to see the soft smile forming on his lips as he gazes down at her.

“We’ll see about that.”

She twists her hands around under his, turning them over to intertwine her fingers with his.

“Just you watch.”

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calypsoff · 3 years

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Forty One.

My family aren’t happy, they didn’t expect me to say next month is the wedding. I mean I don’t expect many people to be happy with my decision, I just want it over with. Not in a bad way either but there is no reason to have a long engagement, what are we waiting for. I feel like my family are panicking but I am not, I feel so calm about it all, I don’t see a reason to panic. I am very calm about things, I have Vera Wang flying out to me, I mean she is very shocked and not ready but whatever, we will do this “mommy is saying how she needs to lose weight for your day” looking behind me at Rorrey “she is being so stupid, she doesn’t need to do anything but turn up. You want anything, I am making Chris’ breakfast” drying my hands off “no, I am good. I want cereal” Rorrey sat down at the dining table “Chris told me last night he is going back to America, you do know that right?” rolling my eyes “yeah I do, he has things to do there. We went back and forth on it but he has to go, he needs to tell his family about it but he will be back. I didn’t really want him too so we can go back and forth on ideas, but I will have to facetime I guess” Rorrey chuckled “you said he will be back like he isn’t going to runaway now he is seeing bridezilla” Rorrey could be right “well if it doesn’t go right y’all niggas are going to get it in the neck, nah. I am fine, just didn’t want him to go but he has too. Did he mention anything else? Do tell” I wonder if he does “not really, oh and he’s cracked his phone screen by the way, it wasn’t letting him make calls or anything so he broke it I guess. He fell over the chair in the living room, he did hurt his leg too. I helped him up the stairs too, I promise you I didn’t make him drunk. Maybe I did, but who knows” I scoffed “I didn’t even notice, Rorrey you know he is recovering. I swear if he can’t walk again I am coming for you” now I need to check on him, I didn’t know this at all. He could be stuck upstairs because of this “I am coming for you” I pointed at Rorrey as I walked off to check on him, he was in bed just fine when I woke up.

Chris is awake, he is sat up on the edge of the bed “morning, are you ok?” closing the bedroom door behind me “honestly no” I breathed out, not happy to know that “what exactly happened?” this is not good “I had my phone in my hand, I finished my blunt outside with the boys. We had a few drinks, I was tipsy, but the pain sure did knock that out of me. Someone shouted, the last one to the couch has to pour drinks. I ran too but like being tipsy and then running, I just lost when I didn’t see the chair there, it was right there. So yeah, I banged into it. Rorrey carried me up the stairs, and now I am struggling to get up. My phone doesn’t work, marble flooring is no good” I hate this for him, walking over to him “it’s pulling, a shooting pain when I walk on it. I think I need to rest it but it’s a little better, I can stand on it. But I need help to get there, maybe too soon” holding my hands out “clearly Chris, you need to be careful still. I am going to murder everyone, and you. Put you out, now what about sex” Chris chuckled as he held my hands “on three, one, two, three” pulling him up from the bed “you thinking about it like you can’t just ride me” placing Chris’ arm around my shoulder “true, are you going to be ok to get down the stairs?” walking slowly with him to the bathroom “just need you there, I can do it” I hope he gets better.

That was so long, the whole coming down the stairs was long. He has really hurt his leg being stupid with my brothers, I swear these boys do not know how to play nice “you got pain killers here? I just need some of that after breakfast and then I just want to rest, it will get better” Chris cringed, he is placing most of his weight on me but it’s not all bad, I just want him to eat and then rest “see what your stupidity gets” walking into the kitchen “mine!?” Rorrey spat “yes yours, I am blaming you. I feel like it was your fault in this. Kick the chair back” Rorrey chuckled “oh, you really hurt?” helping Chris to sit down “no shit, he said you carried him upstairs” Rorrey laughing is annoying me “man, I am sorry. You want a leg massage” he offered “nigga get the fuck outta here” Chris laughed, boys are just so silly, they play rough. I just think Chris was comfortable and he let loose and now this happened “I am just finishing off your breakfast” let me finish it off, I am glad he told me actually because imagine if Chris was there all that time just waiting “you ready to go back to America? My cousin TeeJay is going back, go with him. Depending where?” I wonder if he is going Cali, the rental home is gone now because nobody is living in it, so I told Tina to get rid of it “Houston, see my boys and then VA. I haven’t been in Houston for so long, I still have a lot of things there and I don’t exactly have a home to put stuff in so for now I will be in Houston” that was shade towards me “I said we will find a home” I had say something “you’re going London? Or you forgot your schedule now, you said I am going London for Fenty Puma, you didn’t say about looking at no homes before then” I guess that is something we need to discuss, for now I will remain silent. Chris is leaving tomorrow, he is practically just up and leaving me tomorrow but now he is in this state so we shall see, I wish he just kept his ass in one place.

My brother left us alone, I am glad he did because I want to speak to him “I feel like you got really annoyed with me earlier, about the home thing” watching him devour my breakfast, least I know he enjoys my cooking “but was I lying? I live in Houston, that is my home now. We get married here and then what?” he said that with a mouthful “right, I will say it to you once and for all. Once we got married, we are going to Cali together and finding a home together. Somewhere gated, this time I will be looking carefully because I want it to be our home like you said so I think gated is best, it’s protected with security and only the people that live there can access, I know you’re safe and you can rest easy. So after Barbados I do want a honeymoon though so you can pick that but after that, you and I are doing that. We move in, and then I will be going to London” maybe I needed to explain that “so I got to pick the honeymoon?” nodding my head “erm, Barbados then?” hitting his arm laughing “shut up, better be somewhere nice ok. But is that better?” I need to know he thinks it is “I like that, just you made it seem like you were leaving for London from here” shaking my head “no way, I want my honeymoon. I was thinking, maybe you’re not ready to go back? With your leg” I just want him to stay “it will get better, I will have to walk slow again, that is all” he shrugged it off, I tried because I would like him to support me and be here when I give my mother her gift “you thought about that father thing?” Chris said in a whisper “I want you to stay” I said it “I told you why I can’t, it doesn’t give me or my family enough time. I need to plan myself” putting my head down, I feel all teary eyed “but I just need you as support” I managed to say before I cried, wiping my tears “why are you crying? You have always been independent Robyn” I sniffled shaking my head “it’s fine, I don’t want you here” I don’t need him.

Chris is more annoyed I cried, now he is annoyed that I cried “like I asked before, did you think about the dad thing?” nodding my head, I just don’t want to talk to him in a way, he has annoyed me “and?” trying to make me speak on it “I am going to do it” staring at him “you do as you please but he don’t deserve shit from you, what will it be next? Pay his bills?” which I kind of do “I do for my mom” I mumbled “that’s your mother Robyn, I want you to listen to me when I speak. You are becoming my wife; you have your own life. You have your own family; your priority is not your father. It’s me, I don’t know what hold you got with him. Because he was there for you that one time for daddy and daughter dance, get over it. You get him that home, we’re not married yet, but you do anything for that man while married to me we going to have problems” he is being so sharp with me today “there is better way of saying it to me” Chris laughed “how? You don’t listen, he beat your mom in front of you, what else you want. He spent the money you were supposed to live on in America. You had nothing, you cried Robyn! You called him and he was drunk, your family had nothing because of him. I know, I listen to you. He picked the wrong nigga to piss off, so tell me what else you want from him. He wants to know you now because you got money? Don’t say it ain’t because it is. Collectively including y’all brothers, beat his fucking ass” getting up from the seat, I don’t want to hear this.

I just can’t stand to hear it; my past is already a horrible thing to think about and I don’t need him to be in my face about it. Sitting down on the steps of my back yard “oh what you doing here?” didn’t think my dad was here “I came here earlier, I was just doing some of the garden for your mom” smiling lightly “that is fine” watching my dad walk over to me slowly “you seem a little sad, well I saw you come out here in a huff, why is that?” my dad sat next to me on the step “just needed some air” I sighed out “dad, why do you sell stories about me? Well why did you?” looking over at him “I guess that boy is making you think these things, I never sold anything negative. The people love hearing about you Robyn, when have I ever said anything bad about you? You’re my daughter, I have spoken on positive things” he defended himself “but you made money off me, that is not good. Not like I don’t give you money dad” I don’t understand “and I appreciate that you do, I want to make my own money Robyn that is all. And I am sorry if you feel I am making money off you, but your name sells” I swallowed hard “I don’t want you to sell stories on my name dad, I am being serious with you. Please stop this, it upsets me that you are saying these things to my future, I am marrying Chris and now you both don’t like each other, he is a good man. He took care of me when you didn’t” my dad didn’t like what I said “just because he took care of you then doesn’t mean a thing, Robyn I took care of you as a child. I was there for you; it was me that let you go to America. He has come back into your life and now everything is perfect, why come back to your life now? After you are famous, oh he’s rolled out of jail and he needs somewhere to rest his head” frowning at my dad “don’t say that about him dad, it’s not that way. He never took money from me dad, you were the first one to jump on that. I had to beg him to let me buy things for him, if you can’t respect him then I will have to consider a lot, I don’t want to do that dad. Please don’t make me do it” I pleaded “you would choose a man over your own dad” clenching my jaw staring into my dad’ eyes “don’t make me do it” I am so hurt right now “if he can respect me, then I will respect him. He has a big mouth on him, I won’t make you do anything, maybe he will” he got up from the step “don’t worry yourself too much, and selling stories is behind me” my dad walked off.

Everything is just so shit for me, like why can’t I just have a normal life “Robyn, can we talk” looking behind me “I can’t come there, if you can come here” I guess he can’t, nodding my head looking away from Chris. He took his time, probably struggled to get up, I guess it gave me time to think. Getting up from the step, I guess I will go in. Chris is still stood there watching me, but he made his way back in, struggled I would say but he did it. Closing the door behind me “I will get you the pain killers you need, you need to rest” I am sure my mother has them close by “wait, just let me speak to you for a moment, I am sorry I lost my temper” I rolled my eyes and clearly Chris caught me “you are saying sorry a lot recently, you do be losing your temper a lot, it’s becoming a lot Chris. You think I want to hear that from your mouth, all I asked was for you to stay and support me, instead you telling me we going to have problems. He is my dad Chris!” I shouted “parents can be wack too Robyn, I just want the best for you, maybe my bad and I will stay out of your business” crossing my arms across my chest “there is way of saying it to me, I will be getting a home for my dad and my mother and I would like you to stay and support me and be here for me but if you don’t, then so be it. He is my dad, and he will stay around” Chris groaned out in annoyance “you win, do it. I don’t want no pain killers, fuck it” Chris limped away, he is not happy clearly.

Robyn just angers me with her father, I don’t get the hold he has on her. I don’t want to argue with her, but she angers me and then clearly it turns into one, I need to step back from this father shit. I can’t even deal “pops, you there? Damn, the line ain’t that bad” my dad said one second let me connect the wifi and the line will be better, this nigga done took a whole five minutes “hello son, can you hear me?” he is dumb “I can, damn. Are you done?” he is just doing the most “so you was saying, about Ronald, if he is saying things that aren’t kind to you son, tell me. I will deal with it” that really made me cackle laughing “thanks dad but yeah, just like he is a bad dad to her, and she doesn’t see it. I feel like I have inserted myself in her family issues, we had a disagreement and now we ain’t even speaking because of it. I told her that she needs to let him go, I didn’t want her to buy him a home, for what? He doesn’t deserve it but she does, he’s literally in her life for what” I needed someone to rant too “I get it son, and I think speaking to Robyn alone. She craves that father love, I see it in her eyes and not you or even me, or her mother can change that, only he can break her heart, and it’s a shame that her heart hasn’t been broken by him yet but she has hope, she has a good heart son, so stop getting involved, make your point and drop it. You can’t push someone to do something if they don’t want too, just be there for her. Her eyes will open when they are ready too, but besides that, are you having a good time there?” he asked “you know what, I am. I love it here just this bullshit, I will be back though soon. I have some news, all I am going to say is be ready” they are not going to be ready for the fact wedding will be next month.

I didn’t even attempt to go upstairs because I knew I wouldn’t have made so I went into the spare room that just has random chairs in here, I think this was where I fell, I don’t really remember, maybe it was the living room. I cringed as I made it to the living room “awww no, Christopher. Are you ok?” Monica asked “ah” I said as I went down the step, who has a step in their living room “mommy he fell on the chair and broke his phone” I fell onto the couch “oh yeah, thank Rorrey” I lifted his phone up “throw it” throwing the phone to him, he caught it luckily “yeah I fell, it just hurts. It will get better, where is Robyn?” waving at Majesty in her little bouncer just looking at me “she and Ronald went out” of course she did “oh ok, don’t know when she will be back or?” I mean she just went “no, she will be back soon” I didn’t know that nigga was here “Ronald was here when?” did she call him or some shit “he has been here since morning Chris” I didn’t know “ok” resting my head back on the couch “put your legs up, rest” Monica said “I am out Chris, leave you with the ladies” Rorrey patted my shoulder as he left “yeah, yeah whatever” I could have gone but clearly not, how annoying. More annoying that Robyn went out with the nigga we argued about, she could have said but I need to just leave it I guess.

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lyrazehedgieboiii · 4 years

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Unpredictable

Just a oneshot that I made because I really don’t know what to write. Basically, this takes place in Pinky AU. Except, it’s a little AU-ish off of that universe.

(SONIC’S POV)

Amy’s been acting weird these past few weeks. I mean, she isn’t laughing at my jokes, and now I’m starting to get a little concerned. She never acts all serious. She’s acting all distant from me! I tried hugging her in bed, but she flinched and ran to the bathroom. She wouldn’t come out all night! She started wearing black hoodies and sweatpants. I tried to ask her what’s wrong, but she always slips out of my grasp.

Today we’re going out with our friends. We try to find time every week to just chill with our friends. Knuckles and Rouge are married, Tails and Cream are engaged. Amy and I are also married, but right now, she isn’t talking to me. As soon as the girls came, they wanted to gossip, and Amy grudgingly followed them. I told the boys what was happening.

“Hey guys, Amy’s acting all weird. She keeps flinching and twitching when I try to touch her.” Knuckles looked up.

“I watch shows like these! It means she’s hiding something!” I sat up, listening intently to what the dumb echidna had to say, while I sipped on some coke. “I’d say she’s cheating on you!” I spat out my drink all over Knuckle’s face.

“But, Amy’s loyal! She’d never cheat on Sonic. She loves him, and knows that anyone who tries anything with her would die! There’s no way that she’s in an affair!” Tails yelled at Knuckles for his dumb theory. There’s absolutely no way that she could cheat on me, right?

I looked over to see that she was gently nodding at the girls, before tightening her hood. Have I mentioned that she’s wearing my sweatshirt? It doesn’t fit her properly because of that small frame of her’s. She sure is my wife. She is hiding something, but she couldn’t be cheating on me. She’s never on her phone, and she’s always at home. We usually dance a lot, but ever since we had some...’fun,’ she’s made sure that she was as far away from me as possible. I thought that right now was the best time to confront her, because she looked a little more open than usual.

I walked over to where Amy and the girls were sitting and took Amy by the the arm, gently, and she looked up at me, her jade eyes confused and a bit spooked about me coming out of nowhere.

“Ames, can we talk?” I asked. Her eyes widened, Rouge made a ‘wait-a-minute’ look, and Cream was throwing imaginary daggers at me. I pulled Amy to the staircase of the house, and sat her down. I sat down next to her, and took her hands in mine.

“What do you need, Sonic?” Amy said, almost emotionlessly. It kinda hurt that she said it like that. I took a deep breath in, and hoped that what I was going to ask her wasn’t true.

“A-Are you cheating on...me?” Amy’s eyes look horrified as she backed up against the railings.

“What the fuck, Sonic?! Are you questioning my loyalty to you?!” She scoffed at his disgusting assumptions. She rolled her sleeve up to show her hand. A bright gold ring was shining on her fourth finger. “I wear my wedding ring with pride, Sonic the Hedgehog. What makes you think I’m cheating on you?!” She stood up and went to their room, and slammed the door loudly. A few moments later, a disapproving Rouge and Cream entered the picture.

“Did you actually think she was cheating on you? You are so disgusting, Sonic.” Rouge spat out. She went up the stairs, Cream following. Sonic dragged himself back to where Knuckles and Tails were.

“What happened?” Knuckles asked, his mouth full of french fries. Sonic sighed.

“I asked her if she was cheating with me and she got upset. She asked if I was ‘questioning her loyalty.’ Then your women were eavesdropping on us, and now they’re currently comforting her.” Tails turned to Knuckles to smack him in the head.

“OW! What the fuck was that for?!” Knuckles yelled, rubbing at the place where Tails hit him.

“That was for telling Sonic to ask the dumbest question ever to Amy!” He snapped. They then looked at Sonic. He was banging his head against the coffee table.

“Sonic, just apologize.” A female voice said. The person emerged from the kitchen. It was Lyra, Sonic’s little sister. (MY STORY, I can decide whether I want my OC)

“BUT SHE WON’T FORGIVE MEEEE.” Sonic whined.

“To be honest, I just thought that she married you because you’re rich, and you’re the only person that loves her romantically.” Knuckles said bluntly. That blunt dialogue of his might get him killed one day. Sonic glared at the red echidna. He just had to open his big mouth.

“LISTEN HERE, KNUCKLES, SHE’S THE SWEETEST YET FIERCEST WOMAN I KNOW. SHE IS EVERYTHING, BUT A GOLD DIGGER!” Sonic shouted. Knuckles however, seemed unfazed. “She never asks for anything. All she asked for was to be loved...” He stood up, determined to make her happy and feel loved again. “And that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.”

“HE THOUGHT I WAS CHEATING ON HIM! IS HE REALLY OBLIVIOUS TO ALL THE CLUES I’VE BEEN DROPPING?!” Amy cried as her friends tried to console her. She’s been crying for five minutes.

“Amy, it’s not healthy to stress. You know what could happen if you don’t.” Cream warned her. Amy nodded, and proceeded to take deep breaths. A gentle knock was heard at the door. Before anyone could say anything, Sonic barged in.

“You could’ve at least waited for someone to reply to the door.” Sonic just shook his head.

“My house. I can enter any room I want.” Amy scowled at what he had said.

“It’s also rude to interrupt your wife’s conversations, Sonic.” She snarled at him. He just smiled. He then motioned for the other two to get out. They obeyed submitingly, their eyes telling Amy to not accept his apology without a fight. Amy was internally happy that he was going to apologize. She kind of regretted not telling him the truth. She knew better than anyone that he loved kids. A lot.

“Ames.” He said, as he slowly walked to the bed. She turned away, avoiding his gaze. He slightly felt hurt for it, but then remembered that it was his fault. He sat on the bed, carefully turning Amy’s small frame in his direction. “There’s something you’re hiding from me. What is it? You know that your problems are also mine, so if you have anything on your mind...” Amy tried to keep in a sob, but felt too emotional, which she never was. She was cheery, but also an expert at hiding her emotions.

She sobbed in her husband’s chest, letting all the tears that she’d been hiding from him go out. Sonic comforted her, keeping her tight against his chest, but not too tight. She slowly leaned back and sniffled. Her glossy pink lips quivered.

“I-I’m...pregnant...” Sonic leaned back, shock filling his face. Amy examined it, trying to find hints of what he felt other than surprise. Unfortunetely for her, she couldn’t read her lover’s face.

“This...is...THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!~” He grabbed Amy and spun her around, before kissing her on the lips. He pulled up her sweatshirt, and gently stroked her stomach. “Hey there little guy, or girl. I’m your dad. I promise you that I’m going to be the best daddy ever! I’m going to make sure that you’re always happy. Now, your mommy here, she doesn’t need to try, because she’s already the best mommy ever because she’s carrying you three.” Sonic’s nuzzled his cheek into her stomach.

“You would make a good dad...Sonic.” Amy said, before she was caught in another passionate kiss. She pulled away. “Besides, with my symptoms, I’m pretty sure that there’s more than one baby.” She walked away, leaving a flabbergasted Sonic standing there, processing everything she just said.

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