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romanoffsbish · 6 months

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Worth the Wait

Natasha Romanoff x F!R

Request | Natasha loves it when you tease, well, unless there’s nothing she can do about it… | WC: 1,896

Warnings: Minimal plot | Injury / Stitches / Blood

Smut: Free Use Referenced | Unprotected Sex (Natasha has a penis)| Breeding | Squirting | Cockwarming (KO)

18+ | Minors DNI

“Oh my god!” You shrieked as your bare midriff was pressed into the cold marble of your kitchen counter by small, callous hands; Natasha filled the gap between your bodies, and you could feel her pulsing through her boxers. “You make me so fucking hard detka,” she rasped breathlessly as she firmed her body into yours, her warm lips trailed over your cold shoulder.

Natasha loved moments like these the most, when your body gave into her touch as if it was your haven. She could feel you warming up, and pressing into her, it was a dream come true, if only not for the knock.

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“Romanoff, we have a mission, wheels up in ten,” Tony called from behind the door, having learned his lesson from the time before. The image still haunts his mind.

You smirked at her through the glass of your kitchen window, ten seconds ago you were going to give it all to her, but now you were going to tease her. It was a promise that your face made as you twirled in her hold and kissed her lips with feigned innocence. Your deviance shown in the way you cupped her hard-on and stroked her firmly, but only for a few times.

“Behave,” you warned when you felt her kiss you with more urgency. “Y/N, we have enough time, please.”

You leaned back, removing your lips midway through the kiss and she nearly growled at your interference. “Y/N, I swear to god, if you make me go without.”

“What?” You provoked her, “What is it they’ll do?”

Natasha backed down when she saw the promise of a month in your eyes. It was a shifty illusion, deep down she knew that but she wasn’t willing to risk it.

“I’m sorry love, I just, I get so riled up when you look this delectable,” her hands softly groped your thinly veiled breasts and your gasped air brushed across her face. “Please don’t make me wait, I need you so badly.”

“No,” you affirmed, “You need to be in tip top shape baby, and fucking me beforehand will weaken your stamina. I need you back alive and well.” The redhead was two seconds from being all over you, but she saw the genuine worry in your heart through your eyes.

“When I’m home?” You grinned, and winked. “Maybe.”

“Okay,” she conceded against your lips as she pecked them. “I’d wait forever for just the promise of eventually, I love you.” You smiled like an idiot then gently pecked her lips in return. “I love you too baby.”

You had no intention on holding out, and you also knew Natasha wouldn’t wait anyways, even if her words were sickeningly sweet. The concept of no was (consensually) removed from your dynamic, she’d never cease to wear you down into the perfect place to warm her cock and you’d pant just like a bitch in heat, needy and open. Natasha left with a knowing smirk.

Hours spent worried and horny went by in a flash. In the midst of cleaning the already spotless loft up you’d stopped to take a shower, preparing yourself for the climax of your day. After getting dressed in her favorite crotchless set you took a quick set of photos. Each one was blurry in their own right, but she could see your glistening folds between your white laced, thick thighs.

Her eyes darkened with lust, fueled mostly by fresh hot anger as she caught Wanda’s eyes widening. The way her cheeks flushed red and her throat cleared it was obvious she was having thoughts about your body. It was a direct oversight on her end, but she’d blame you.

Had you not made her leave so desperate, she never would have opened the attachment without looking around first. Wanda had already made her way to the other end of the jet, preserving her peaceful trip and trying to restore her prior indifference to your body.

The redhead stormed off the jet and headed straight for your bedroom. Opting to take the stairs in hopes of being too ahead of the nervous super soldier who was fresh on her tail with an idea for what was happening.

You two were the compounds resident horndogs as Tony drunkenly deemed you both one night. The rest of the team had cheered and you were embarrassed. Yet it never stopped you two from fucking like bunnies. Nothing would ever get in her way from having you.

So Natasha wasn’t exactly having it as Steve shouted at her, the man was only urging her to get her shoulder fixed up, but she was in far worse pain elsewhere. The man truly didn’t deserve to be tossed into a wall as if he were the size of a toddler to the woman who stood a foot below him, but he was interfering with her needs.

His pride was wounded and her shoulder throbbed, but it was satisfactory when she was able to walk away without another word from the super soldier. You had heard the commotion bleed into eery silence aside from firm footsteps. The spy’s step a calculated warning, you knew you were truly fucked; you hoped.

The redhead slammed your door faster than your eyes could register it had even opened. Your eyes fell to her shoulder and her heart considerably warmed at the way your lip trembled with concern. She caught it with her teeth as she pressed you into the counter, again.

You gasped at the way the lace tickled your back, it was relatively feather light but it made your body shiver. Her tongue greeted yours in the same breath and you were gone, mind melting into a state of obliviousness. Which is why you gripped onto her shoulders, blood gushed around your thumb and you both cried. The redhead sucked in a sharp breath containing her rage, you were already in the dog house for her festering jealousy, she wouldn’t blame you for her injury too.

“Get the first aid kit,” she groaned, pulling away with a scowl as she felt anger at the unfair loss of your touch. You were quick to appease her, after washing your hands you were back with the white tin in hand.

You nearly stumbled forward, knees clanking as you barely caught yourself at the sight of your bruised lover. The wounded warrior’s look always turned you on the most, knowing she’d left to protect you, and returned with a need for your safe touch after was hot.

Natasha had stripped down to nothing, showcasing the new bruises you’d have to watch fade from black and blue to yellow and green in a days time. You were always grateful to her bodies advanced healing, but to know she was ever in pain hurt you all the same. She saw your concern, even appreciated it, but she wasn’t going to waste the lust in your eyes over the softness.

“I’ll g-go get some anesthetic from Cho,” you gulped and the redhead smirked, then her tongue clicked as her finger curled, urging you forward. “No, you won’t.”

“B-but,” you stuttered, needy eyes avoiding hers with the hope of being able to fix her up first, but her hand wrapped around your wrist and your body lurched forward until your pussy was nearly hovering her head. Her hand pulled the first aid kit from your own, and quickly laid out what you’d need on the bedside table.

Then she brought your hand down to her throbbing tip, letting you feel her desperation before she helped you to guide it to your entrance. “The only anesthesia I need is your warmth choking my cock detka, so take a seat and offer mommy some well earned relief.” Your hand squeezed over hers firmly, then it slipped off so that you could hold onto her good shoulder as you slid down, both of her hands gripped at your hips as the pleasure wrapped around her roughed up frame.

“Ride me,” she whispered hotly against your throat, you gulped against her lips, walls clenching at the thought, but for a minute you killed the mood with a hard refusal. “Let me clean you first, just a moment.”

Natasha huffed, but shut up quick as your teeth nipped at her bottom lip. Then as your warm rag rushed over her shoulder you offered her your tongue to pacify her, you felt her raspy cries with every brush or clench.

Once finished cleaning and weakly numbing the wound with some cream you found, you pecked her lips then began to stitch her up. After a few moments you found a synchronic way to tend to her every need. With each dip of the needle that was reconnecting her skin you’d rise up, then drop back down as you pulled the thread tight. Hips connecting with each finished stitch, and you finished in sync as well, the redhead nearly burst them back open as her load shot into you without more than a twitch in warning. Then yours gushed, flushing the combination down into her lap.

Natasha’s head was leaned back as she relished in her high, dick still pulsing as you sloppily applied the salve and bandage to her shoulder. Just as you finished she was back on you, her lips crashing into yours as your body melded into the plush mattress. “I’m going to make you regret making me wait detka, might finally fill you up enough to start our family. Gotta claim your womb before anyone else can try to steal it from me.”

“What?” Natasha saw your confusion but she didn’t reply with any context, just a reminder, “You’re mine.” Her teeth sunk into your shoulder, giving you a little taste of her paralleled wound as she marked you. It only made you wetter seeing her so desperate to claim you that she forgot about her ring sat on your finger.

Your wife smirked against your skin as she felt you suck her cock in even further. Your ass now sticky as your arousal oozed out of you, her green eyes found yours and you felt your breath disappear. “I hope you remember your safe words,” she winked and you were gone. “Oh shit…” There was no hope left for you now.

There were two words you called out during sex that indicated an encroaching limit. “Stop,” was a clear word, but it wasn’t transparent as this was what you called when you wanted her to push you a bit more. It was a feigned safe word, as she sped up her attempts each time. Tears streamed down your face as she pressed a bullet to your abused clit, you gasped as your back arched before it collapsed back into the mattress.

“Fuck,” is what you usually muttered when it was time for her to give you a break, but your conscious slipped just before she could hear you cry it out. In the end she chose to fall into your body, more than happy knowing that she made you squirt. She decidedly left her cock inside of you to lessen the chance of her seed oozing out. Her consciousness slipped, but in the back of her mind she dreamed that you’d wake up wanting more.

You were sure to be parents come next holiday season.

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actuallysaiyan · 3 months

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Isn't This Your Naked Body In My Bed?(Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, somnophilia, unprotected sex, breeding kink, nipple play, impregnation kink, vaginal fingering, domesticity, slight lactation kink

word count: 1.5k

pairings: Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader

summary: Kento comes home late one night after work, and he's just dying to be so deep inside of you. The only slight little issue? You're asleep when he gets home. So he's got to warm you up a little bit first.

a/n: Dedicated to the wonderful and talented @seireiteihellbutterfly!!

For this request:

It’s been such a long day, and all Kento can think about is returning home to you. Thoughts of your pretty smile, loving touch and sweet scent are what keep him going. He’s in the car driving home and he turns on the radio. He smiles to himself when he hears the radio station playing your song. It’s the song that had been playing when he first confessed his love to you. It’s also your wedding song.

The car pulls into the driveway and that’s when he realizes just how late it is. He sighs as he opens the car door, shutting it as quietly as he can. Then he makes his way into the house, trying his best not to make a sound. It’s dark inside your shared home, and he knows that you’re more than likely asleep.

Kento slips on his house slippers, hangs up his jacket and places his briefcase at the entryway. He begins to tiptoe into the house, making sure he doesn’t make any disruptive noises to potentially wake you. His eyes scan the kitchen, noticing just how spotless it is. His heart swells with pride and love for you. You really do all you can to make sure he comes home to something so comforting and clean.

Eventually, he heads into the bathroom. With a sigh, he tugs on the knot of his tie and loosens it. Then he begins to undress as the water warms up in the shower. He’s been looking forward to this all day, and he’s practically salivating at the thought of being soothed and massaged by the high-powered shower head and hot water.

Once he steps inside, he can smell soft traces of your own soap and shampoo. He knows you must have had a shower just before bed, or maybe you had a bath. He wonders if you missed him just as badly as he missed you. His mind races, filling with thoughts of finding you in your shared bed all fresh and showered. A soft grunt rumbles through his chest as his cock twitches to life,

He wants to stroke himself, but part of him thinks about maybe saving this arousal for when he’s in bed with you. Maybe you’re still up, which was a possibility. You had a bad habit of lying in bed, scrolling on your phone til the wee hours of the morning. Kento begins to imagine how he could just go into the bedroom after his shower, his towel low on his hips and then he could just so easily press you into his favorite position.

With renewed gusto, Kento finishes up his shower in record time. His cock aches at the thought of being able to be deep inside of you soon. He finishes up his evening routine before padding his way into your shared bedroom. His eyes widen when he notices it’s dark inside the room, and you’re curled up under the covers. But he can’t help himself, he needs to feel you so close. He wants to be able to smell you and taste you.

His hands rip the towel off and he crawls onto the bed carefully. You slowly stir, but you don’t wake up. His eyes are calculating as he watches you slumber; your chest going up and down with soft breathing patterns. Your eyes are closed and a small smile plays on your lips. You look like an angel like this.

Kento gently rolls you onto your back, causing you to moan. But still, you don’t wake up. His hands are so tender as he caresses your pretty face. He kisses your lips, only to be captivated completely by the smell of your sweet-scented shampoo and body wash. His cock twitches a few more times; the tip is red and leaking precum.

“Look at my pretty angel,” he whispers softly before kissing you again. Your eyes just barely open, but soon you’re back in dreamland.

His long fingers ghost over the soft little negligee you’ve got on. It’s silky and lacy, but it’s comfortable. He remembers when he bought you this little number. It was when he was on a long trip far from home, and he thought of you immediately when he saw it. The way it fits you like a glove turns him on so much, he’s not going to be able to hold back for much longer.

Then he pushes the skirt of the negligee up, exposing your cute little pussy to him. His mouth waters as he sees that you’re a little wet already. He wonders what you’re dreaming about, but he knows that you often dream about him. You let out a soft, sleepy mewl when his fingers part your folds. Your eyes glaze over, opening for a few moments before shutting again as sleep takes over you once more.

“Pretty little pussy,” Kento huffs in your ear as he lays down next to you. “All wet for me, hm?”

You groan as one of his fingers slips into you, “Mmm…Ken…”

You’re on the edge of sleep and wakefulness. There’s that fine line of consciousness. It’s so sexy to watch you react to this while you’re just barely awake. Your silky walls suck in his finger, coating the digit in your juices. Kento begins to pump it in and out of you, his eyes dark and pupils blown wide with lust.

His voice is gravely as he leans in again, “You still sleepin’, angel?”

You let out a mewl as his thumb comes up to rub your swollen clit, “Kento…”

He smirks as he keeps you stimulated just enough to keep waking you up, but you’re so tired and sleepy that you continue to drift off. He gently slides another finger into you, grunting as he feels your cunt gripping his fingers. Slowly and gently, he pumps them in and out of your dripping hole. He can basically smell you from here.

Kento nips at your neck softly, groaning as he gets a whiff of your body wash again. You smell divine. It makes his cock twitch once more, and he presses himself against you even more. As he pulls his fingers from you, he parts your thighs a bit more. Your eyes barely open as you feel the heft of his girth resting on your mound.

“You ready for me, darling?” he asks in a raspy tone. He taps the leaking head of his cock against your clit.

This makes you wake up a little more, a sleepy smile playing on your lips. Your eyes are just barely open as you watch him slipping the head of his cock into your cunt. A gasp is ripped from you as he slides all the way in, his balls plush against your ass. Your hands cling to him, grounding yourself from the intense pleasure.

“Did you forget about what we’re trying to do?” he asks you between soft kisses that turn even more heated.

You shake your head, “N-no, didn’t forget.”

He begins to roll his hips, the head of his cock rubbing up against that sweet spot deep inside of you that causes you to see stars. You can’t help the pathetic little noises that fall from your lips. Kento catches them all with his lips,

Your legs slowly begin to wrap around him, and his hands come up to your breasts. He cups them, pushing them together before he dips his head down to take one of your nipples into his mouth. You moan as he begins to suckle on your nipples, making you clench around him even more. Kento can see the sleepiness in your eyes slowly begin to dissipate.

“Is it safe to say that my pretty angel is waking up?”

You moan as he slides his hands under your hips, pulling you up against his muscular body. He loves the way you’re so close to your own climax already as he’s been stimulating you this entire time. Kento kisses a trail from your tits to your neck, biting down so gently. His breath is warm as it fans on your face.

“Gonna put a baby in you,” he grunts. “Going to make you a mommy,”

You can’t help but begin begging him for his cum. You’re becoming more and more desperate as your own climax begins building. Flames lick at the fire that’s so deep in the pit of your belly. The coil inside of you is so tight, you swear you’re about to cry from the heavenly pleasure your husband is providing you.

“Please Ken…please, I want it.”

“You’d like that, yeah? You want your big, strong husband to breed you?” Kento asks, feeling you clenching and pulsing around his cock.

He chuckles at just how fucked stupid you are already. Or maybe it’s partly the sleep that still hangs in your mind and body. He kisses you lovingly, and the minute his tongue touches yours, it’s all over. You cum hard, your nails desperately digging into the muscles of his back. Your cunt pulses and contracts around him; your gummy walls are beginning to milk him.

“That’s it, angel. That’s it,”

You whine softly as you feel his cock throbbing within you. Shot after shot of his thick cum begins to fill you up, painting your insides white. Slowly, he stops his pace and nuzzles his face against your chest. His hands come back up to cup your breasts, suckling on your softening nipples.

“I can’t wait for these to be full of milk…”

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kiestrokes · 10 months

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You should have seen this coming

I need to know your thoughts on all on Ateez’s sex styles

ATEEZ and their Sex Styles | NSFW

Pairing: ATEEZ x Reader/You/Yn (vagina pov) Rating: NSFW. Mature (18+) Minors DNI. Genre: headcanon, imagine, smut. Warnings: aftercare mentioned in some portions, cuddling, kissing.

Sexually Explicit Content: sex positions, rough sex, choking, marking, biting, pain kink, stone top, pillow princess, cum/semen, orgasms?

🗝️ Note: oh luce...are you prepared for this? this is quick run through, and I don't have my glasses on- so feel free to kindly point out any spelling or big grammatical errors. this is my own opinion, don't take it too serious.

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted here.

Park Seonghwa hmmm Hwa, this man likes things deep and slow, lots of kissing and biting going on before he quite literally dives in. He is the opposite of HJ, eye contact is what really gets him off. He wants to watch you fall apart and quickly follows you. Hwa's aftercare is showering together, so that he can ensure you both are clean for post sex snuggles and lego building.

Kim Hongjoong I have never met a scorpio that has the ability to stay in a minimum of two positions, it’s always 2++. HJ is great at foreplay; he's observed your body and gets you so keyed up in foreplay that you almost cum. But when it comes to actual sex, he's all over the place. Gets you is missionary first, but it's too intimate for his aromantic ass, puts your legs around his neck and focuses on your body, then he pulls a leg over so you're halfway into doggystyle and eventually you're on your stomach getting your shit wrecked. I don't think this man can cum if you're making eye contact.

Jeong Yunho hear me out- he looks incredibly unassuming, and Yunho is more of a cuddler than a fucker. But when he does, he performs. You're having at least two orgasms and begging him to cum already. He loves to fuck you in spoon, and gives you double stim on the clit, that has even the quietest person screaming. Arguably the best sex you have ever had and he's v humble about it.

Kang Yeosang this bitch...he manhandles you left and right. up against the wall, picking you up in bed, to um- slow it down and make it bouncy. He isn't much for kissing. But is the king of aftercare and loves to cuddle afterwards. Kind of oblivious to when you orgasm though, he accidentally fucks you into another- or three.

Choi San he is the opposite of Jongho, a stone top. your pleasure means more to him than his own. his favorite position is cowgirl, wants you facing him, admiring all his muscles and sneaking in little kisses. he might also have a mild neck kink, not quite choking but his hand is always there. so sorry but San immediately falls asleep after you fuck (re drunkteez).

Song Mingi ohhh Mingi...leo men don't come to fuck around (well they do. but you'll understand in a minute) similar to Yeo and Yunho he wants you to cum first. he likes to think his favorite position is doggy, but this man falls apart in missionary. it's the eye contact, the kissing, the biting, the hair pulling, how your legs wrap around and pull him in like you just can't get enough. man is gone. he also doesn't like cumming inside you, he wants to cum on your thighs or your stomach or your tits. to show you what you did to him. Mingi's aftercare is lots of food, he needs to eat and he wants you to eat with him, then cuddle up in bed and hold you like a little burrito (re sangi live)

Jung Wooyoung I saved this bitch for last, Woo likes it the roughest...even if I think HJ is the one with the pain kink. Woo wants you to be aggressive passionate with him, wants your hand on his throat, clenching his jaw, nails in his back. is kissing you non-stop, you cannot breathe between the thrusting and him literally stealing the air from your lungs in each kiss. tbh I think Woo prefers to give you oral and maybe receive oral over everything. but those little hips of his know how to work out the most intense orgasms.

Choi Jongho ok...sooo, Jongho and my libra bestie were both born on October 12th. I'm going to use a lot of what I know about her- is secretly incredibly kinky, willing to try anything once. He is a pillow princess, loves skinship but only when he initiates it, prefers to see a lot of his partner's skin. drops a ton of affectionate touches but screams he was just joking when you drag him off to the bedroom. he is the most vocal of all the members, literally singing his praises.

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sunflowersteves · 11 months

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just to see you smile || m.o.

pairing || Miguel O'Hara x f!reader

summary || as Spider-Man, Miguel was forced to be prepared for many situations, like multi-universal travel, but losing you and Gabriella wasn't one of them.

author's note || do i only know how to make angst for this man bc damn

warnings || grief, main character death (reader), heavy angst, some fluff, potential spoilers, gabriella isn't the reader's child, miguel is anti-therapist, non-canon (sorry miguel ik)

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“I thought I might find you here,” Peter says. Mayday makes grabby hands at Miguel beside her, little chubby fingers grabbing onto his soft sweater. Peter looked down, taking note of the fresh, bright marigold flowers and the sweet, sugary bread that sat on top of the gravestone.

Miguel’s eyes closed—breathing in and out of his nose as if to control the space around him. It was getting harder and harder, though, as time passed on.

It had officially been three years. One-thousand nine-hundred and five days.

Miguel didn’t say a single word. He just stared at the gravestone in front of him, hoping that Peter would leave. If Mayday wasn’t here, he definitely would have left by force, if needed.

“C’mon, I’ve told you before.” Mayday giggled and babbled at her father’s words. “You need to talk to someone about this stuff.”

He paused, gauging Miguel’s softened expression on the engraved stone. “You already know the damage you’ve done—t-to Miles.”

This time, Miguel just scoffed. He turned to Peter, and his eyebrows furrowed at the sight of his friend. Miguel had large bags under his eyes and a familiar pain that was etched across his face—one that Peter knew too well. “Yes, I’m sure Ezekial Sims from Earth-616 will solve all of my problems and grant all of my wishes.”

Peter just sighed and subtly rolled his eyes. They stood in silence, with the occasional babble from Mayday. Peter, though, just continued to stare at the man in front of him.

He was broken—pieces of him scattered across the memories of you and his daughter. It was all he seemed to think about in the shining sunlight or the dark, drastic moonlight.

“All I need is them, Pete.”

Peter nodded in understanding. He knew. He understood that kind of deep-set pain never went away, but Peter also knew that everything eventually got better. No, it wasn’t time. Time doesn’t heal all wounds, as the saying goes.

Miles helped Peter. Miles dug Peter out from the sinking hole that he had been placed in by life and the atrocities that continued around him. It wasn’t time. It wasn’t sulking. It wasn’t crying in the shower.

It was Miles. The goofy, talented, and crazy smart kid made Peter realize he needed to take that leap of faith. He got therapy, cleaned himself up, and he got better. Honestly, for Miguel, Peter wasn’t sure the last time he saw the brooding man laugh—let alone smile at anyone or anything.

What Peter didn’t know was that Miguel smiled quite often.

He smiled when he looked at the glass-shattered photo of you in his bedroom. He smiled at the video of you and his daughter making a mess in the kitchen. He smiled as he daydreams about what you would do if you saw him now with every single Spider-person in all of the universes. He smiled at the video he took of you on the beach with the sand scratching against your leg and wind blowing against your dress.

So in his defense, he smiles all the time.

“C’mon, Miguel, stop!” You laughed. It was loud and boisterous against his ears, and he wanted to cherish the sound for all of eternity.

He held onto you even tighter, the waves crashing up against his knees. His smile is bright—just as bright as yours. “I made a promise, pumpkin. If you don’t shout the words, I’ll drop you.”

You squealed in anticipation, and your hands only seemed to latch onto his shoulders even more. “date prisa ahora.” He whispers against your ear. You only seemed to grip onto him tighter, but your smile seemed even wider.

“Okay, okay!” You breathe, shoving your head into his neck. “Humph. Humph.”

Miguel grinned. If you saw him now, you would see a certain teasing gleam in his eyes. “What was that? I can’t hear you, pumpkin.”

You screeched again in his arms as he faked a slip of your form. He was still grinning ear to ear, and he couldn’t get enough of the laughter that bubbled up around your protests to him.

Something deep and connected possessed his entire chest. He could feel that ounce of love that blossomed beneath his heart and prodded against his stomach.

“I love you!” You shouted. Some of the fellow vacationers along the beach had turned their heads at the booming sound. Miguel laughed—the sound rumbling against his chest, and it made you bounce in his arms.

“Was that so hard?” His arms tightened around the underside of your neck and the other holding up your legs. He slowly, yet surely, backed up from the roaring ocean and cascading waves.

“Extremely, and I’ll never say it again,” You teased.

Miguel gasped in defense, placing a hand on his chest. Without the support, you shrieked and grabbed onto his shoulder. “Miguel!”

He shook his head, his smile only widening as he just couldn’t help it. “And just when I thought I was gonna say it right back, pumpkin.”

Miguel opened his eyes. Peter was still there with his daughter, which prompted a gut-punching sigh to release from his lips. He shook his head, desperately wanting the memory to no longer sear against his brain. He wanted it to be real.

“Just know you’re not alone, man.”

He nods. The pain of your passing. The ache of Gabriella’s passing. It was all becoming too much. He didn’t think it would hurt anybody, let alone the two of you.

But he did. He really, really did.

With that, Peter takes his leave. May had most likely needed a nap by now and was going to take her home to Mary Jane. He looked back one last time, and he swore he almost missed it.

A single tear slid down Miguel’s face as his eyes stayed locked onto the two headstones. It was as if his eyes couldn’t leave—like you and Gabi would be gone if he did.

Ultimately, he knows he’s not alone. He’s never alone—not as long as yours and Gabriella’s memories are still etched into his brain.

He’s never alone.

Miguel rubs his eyes, the sleep that hovered around them still prominent. He looked over to the bedside table to read the clock. 4:45 am.

He heard a crash of pots and pans in the kitchen. A smile rose onto his face at the sound of laughter in the kitchen. He quietly puts on some pants that were discarded on the floor.

He then shuffles over to the door of the bedroom, and his feet pad against the wooded hallway. He hears another crash and then a gasp. His ears perch at the sound, and his shoulders tense—his mind thinking the worst. Then, his large frame sags in relief as he hears another fit of laughter and giggles.

He finally makes his way into the kitchen, and it was a sight to be seen. Miguel leans on the doorframe while he watches you and his daughter. You two are covered in flour and sugar—from head to toe.

“Gabi!” You laughed, wiping some of the sticky dough from your cheek. She had just smeared some across your face in an attempt to get you back for getting chocolate on her arm.

“I got you!” She yells in glee. You laugh again at her antics and lean down to press a kiss to her forehead. “Yeah, kid. You definitely got me that time.”

Her eyes shine brightly up at you, and then they see the tall form in the corner of the kitchen. “Papa!”

She runs over to him and crashes him into a hug. You turn around and smile at a very sleepy Miguel. You were tired too, but you also didn’t have a spider verse to run.

“Gabi had insomnia again.” He nods in response. God, he was really tired. It was starting to become unbearable as his eyes slid close again. “Want to try a cookie?”

He decided right then and there. Fuck sleep. How the fuck could he say no to that?

Miguel blinked. He blinked once more. Before he knew it, tears cascaded down his face at the sweet memory of his family.

He didn’t make a sound. He didn’t sob. He didn’t cry out. He just stood there and let the tears drip onto the grass.

Miguel, you’re never alone. He reminds himself.

He is never alone.

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara angst #miguel o'hara fluff #marvel #marvel fanfiction #spiderman across the spiderverse #acros the spiderverse fanfiction #spiderman #spiderman fanfiction #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 x you

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james-is-here · 28 days

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I was wondering if you could write a I.N x Seungmin x Male Reader

Where they are in a hotel together (on tour maybe) and reader wakes up to his hyungs trying to be quiet and not wake their partner.

"Shhh don't want to wake our baby up do you innie?"

I kinda like the though of Seungmin topping Innie as you wake up, I.N looks over and sees you staring at them and reaches his hand out for you.

"Like what you see huh?"

All 3 of them are switches

I don't know if that's enough info, never asked for a story before xx

My dear, wonderful Hansol did you just request JeongMin x Maknae reader because I will absolutely write this because omg there needs to be more Maknae members x reader 😩 Also, I was thinking of Raichu Innie because that hair style was so good on him and ofc, soft brown puppy Seung ☺️

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Tags: small mention of JeongMin shower sex, member x member, Threesome, Jeongin rides you as Seungmin fucks you, member male reader, Seungmin being Seungmin at the end

You fall face first onto the bed, pulling the second pillow into your arms as you listen to your boyfriends laughing about before one of them is next to you on the bed.

"Yes?" You mumble sleepily. "How'd you feel tonight?" You turn your head to see your fluffy puppy. "What do you mean, Seung? Like always, super happy cause I got to see Stay but the adrenaline is wearing out." "When did you fall asleep last night?" Jeongin asks as he slips between you and Seungmin, pulling both your arms over him in a forceful hug. "Dunno...Three? Got caught up talking to Chan." "Mnie." Jeongin scolds playfully before a pout comes over his face.

"What's wrong Innie?" You move your hand to rest on his face, rubbing your thumb over his cheek. "Nothing. Really, it's nothing." He was quick to clarify when he saw the look on your face when you could detect his dejected tone. "You sure?" "Yeah, I promise, Mnie." "Okay. Well, I'm gonna go shower." They don't even interject with a tease of joining you and you found it suspicious but we're also thankful since you didn't feel up to their antics when it comes to showering together.

Jeongin still pouts when you enter the bathroom and turns around in Seungmin's arms. "What?" He doesn't answer verbally and leans forward, a hand moving up to Seungmin's neck when he was pulled closer after pressing his lips to the others.

Jeongin moved his hand to the back of his head, tangling his fingers into his hair, pulling a gentle moan from the older male who let him take control, tangling their tongues and holding each other close.

Without separating, Jeongin moves to straddle Seungmin's lap, grinding gently on his lap as his hands interlace with the others and rests them at the side of Seungmin's head.

When Jeongin heard you shut off the water, he pulls away from the other and moves back to lay next to Seungmin, his leg thrown over his lap to hide his little problem. "You fucking tease." "I'll fix it later, don't wanna bother Mn." "Is that what you wanted to tell him?" "Yeah but he looked so tired. Despite how hot he looks I didn't want to bother him." "Okay." The light brunette answers simply as he messes with stands of the younger males blonde and black hair.

You walk out of the bathroom, shirtless with sweats hanging on your hips, flopping back onto the bed. "You two gonna shower?" "Yeah." Seungmin answers for the both of them and Jeongin yelps when he's yanked out of the bed. "Aw, no kiss?" Jeongin giggles pulling his hand out of Seungmin's and returning back to the bed, leaning over you and giving you a deep kiss before willing himself to pull back and join Seungmin.

The both of them do end up fooling around in the shower, Jeongin pressing Seungmin into the shower wall, his noises bouncing off the tiled wall as he tries to grip the hard surface he's being fucked into.

When they are eventually cleaned up, they leave the bathroom with towels around their waists to find you passed out under the blankets, laying on your stomach and hugging your pillow close.

They get dressed quietly before sliding in next to you. Jeongin lays on his side and throws an arm over your back as Seungmin spoons him from behind.

They do fall asleep but Jeongin wakes up about an hour later to Seungmin grinding against his ass, holding him close and biting his lip to hold in his noises. "Hyung?" "Shh, Innie. Don't want to wake Mnie." He whispers. "Was the shower not enough?" He mumbles and Seungmin shakes his head in Jeongin's shoulder, pulling down their sweats just enough. Jeongin reaches back, spreading his cheeks with one hand in order for Seungmin to line himself up and push into the younger boy who bites his lips to contain his moan.

Jeongin then takes the hand on his hip and brings it to his chest, pulling the other closer as he pushes back. "You okay?" "Absolutely." He leans his head back onto Seungmin's shoulder, Seungmin leans forward and kisses along his neck.

The slow humping eventually annoys Jeongin and he quietly begs for more and Seungmin listens, rolling Jeongin onto his front. He pulls both their sweats further down and he spreads Jeongin's legs a bit before thrusting shallowly into the younger who releases a breathy moan. "Shh, gotta be quiet Innie, don't want to wake up our precious baby, do you?" He turns his face into the pillow which muffles his small noises.

"Fuck, Innie, so warm." Seungmin can't help but let soft praises out as he leans down and kisses the boys shoulder. "Shut up." Jeongin scolds as he turns his head.

You stir in your sleep, tossing and turning in your sleep before you settle on your back. "Shit~ M-Minnie, go faster." "You sure?" "Please." Jeongin pushes his ass up to meet the others hips and Seungmin complies.

You wake up to the bed shaking, rubbing the sleep from your eyes before looking over to see your boyfriends. It was honestly a sight to see, your puppy and Innie attempting to fuck quietly and despite how tired you are, you're instantly hard, you always are with them in certain settings and you can't help it.

They don't seem to notice your awake as you reach down and palm yourself, the fabric of your sweats giving a wonderful feeling to your cock as you grip yourself gently.

With a hard thrust from Seungmin and a muffled moan from Jeongin, you know exactly how that would've felt and you can't stop the whine that comes out and both of them look over to you.

"Hi baby...Like what you see?" Jeongin almost purrs as his eyes catch the movement under the blanket. You nod, your eyes focused on where they're connected. "Come here." he says and you lean forward, catching his lips in a kiss and you let him take control this time, his tongue swiping the roof of your mouth, licking yours, and along your teeth. Claiming your mouth in a way you love.

Eventually, Jeongin pulls back and reaches back to pat Seungmin's thigh for him to move. He sits up, moving the blanket with him and removing his sweats before straddling you. "Can I ride you, Mnie?" You nod, mouth dry as you can't seem to form any words. Before Jeongin lines you up with his entrance, Seungmin tucks a pillow under your hip while pulling your sweats down for Jeongin. "Can I fuck you too?" "Mhm, Y-Yeah, yes, please."

Seungmin squeezes your thighs and lines up with your entrance before pushing in, it's a tough stretch but he eventually reaches the hilt as he helps line you up with Jeongin for him to sink down onto you to the base.

You squirm at the double stimulation, the delicious tightness around your cock and the pleasing stretch of Seungmin filling you. Jeongin leans forward, bracing himself on your chest as he lifts himself up and sinks back down.

They both find a familiar rhythm that literally drives you speechless, drives you to moans and whimpers. "Fuck, you feel so good, Mnie, so fucking good." Seungmin mumbles as he leans forward, squeezing your thigh and kissing Jeongin's shoulder. "Feel so full, Baby. Make both of us feel so good." He rubs your chest, moving down to graze his nails over your abdomen before taking his own throbbing erection into his hand but it's pulled away and your left hand takes its place.

He bucks his hips into your fist and takes you hand into his, reach back to take Seungmin's hand as well and brings them to his hip, you and Seungmin hold his hip and his hand rests on top of both of them as he throws his head back with a moan before dropping it. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum, hngh~ Ah~" He sighs breathlessly before his hips pick up speed then falter as he cums onto your fist and chest.

A moment later, Seungmin's thrusts into you grow harder and faster and he hits your prostate dead on and hard before you both cum at the same time, Jeongin moans and his nails dig into your chest as he subconsciously tried to push you further into his ass as you fill him up and Seungmin fills you.

Suddenly Seungmin pulls out and he's so quick to his suitcase and back it's almost as if he didn't leave before something is pressed against your hole again before it's inside, not wasting any of his cum as you register that it's a plug. Seungmin lifts Jeongin off of you and inserts his plug into him as well.

Jeongin laughs and turns to the older. "What makes you think we wanted those?" "You're mad about it?" "No, just find it funny you immediately used them."

You interrupt them and yank Jeongin forward to lay on your chest. "Ew, sticky." He mutters towards his cum on your chest smearing onto his. "I'll get a rag." Seungmin says, leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips, slipping his tongue into your mouth to finally taste you then pulling back and placing a simple kiss to Jeongin's temple before getting up. "Hey!" Jeongin protests and the other boy laughs.

You kiss his forehead and he lifts his head just enough for you to kiss him like Seungmin did so he doesn't feel left out, humming in content as he lifts a hand up to your jaw and tilting his head.

"Okay, Okay, do you want me to clean your cum or you gonna just make out." Jeongin pulls away and rolls onto his back next to you. You knew Seungmin was gonna be a brat as he started to wipe around your crouches but it was only a moment before he tugged at your plugs, you groan as Jeongin's hand flies to his mouth to muffle his moan and you both end up kicking him as he laughs. "Fucking brat." You mutter and sit up slightly to pull him between the both of you and both of you tickle him.

"We'll get you next time." You say. "You ride, I fuck?" Jeongin proposes. "Or maybe I fuck you ride. Both drove him nuts." "Or maybe we mess around and he just watches." "Or listens. Blind fold him?" "Okay, I get it! Fuck both of you, I'll get hard again but I'm tired." He flops defeatedly, his arm drapes over your stomach after pulling Jeongin's arm around him.

"We gonna cover up, I'm cold." You whisper into the dark and Seungmin hums. "Yes but you can't let me go." "That's impossible Minnie..." "Ugh, fine."

Seungmin leans up and pulls the blanket over all of you before cuddling back into both of you. The both of you scoot closer to him, sandwiching him between the both of you and kissing his cheeks. "Eh, Ew, love." Jeongin giggles softly, squeezing his arms around him and burying his face into his shoulder as you kiss his nose and drape your arm over both of them.

Seungmin will say he hates it but he loves when the both of you attack him with kisses.

#random #bleh #stray kids #straykids #stray kids x male reader #jeongin x male reader #kim seungmin x male reader #Stray Kids JeongMin x male reader

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laurenairay · 9 months

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I need your hands on me, sweet relief - Q. Hughes

Summary: After another disappointing season, Quinn Hughes needs a change of scenery. Renée Moreau is just trying to figure her life out.

Also known as, the Summer in Provence.

Words: 12k

Warnings: angst, fluff, self-doubt, some bad language, hinted intimacy

A/N: Quinn has really sunk his hooks into me this off-season so I knew I had to write something for him! Provence is on my list of places to visit, so this research was really fun to do.

Title from Pretty Please, by Dua Lipa

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Quinn was tired. No, he was exhausted. Every year it had been the same thing – play so hard all season, push his body to the limits, his team forcing themselves to breaking point, only to never make it into the playoffs. With the Canucks not reaching the playoffs for eight years in a row now, despite him only being on the team for half of that, the pressure was starting to take its toll.

He didn’t know how much more of this he could take.

Something needed to change, anything, before the repeated devastation broke him entirely. It felt stupid being only 23 years old and feeling so weary, but he had to do something. He had to do something to break himself out of this cycle, mentally if nothing else. If nothing changed within him, how could he expect anything to change for the team?

By the time locker clean-out day came around, Quinn was at the end of his tether. It wasn’t uncharacteristic of him to stay quiet, he knew that, so he escaped from half-hearted conversation with a promise to attend one last team event, a goodbye barbecue, before everyone went their own ways for the summer. By the time he’d driven himself home to shower off the stink of failure, Quinn had formed a vague plan for what he wanted to do.

He was going to go on vacation. By himself. For at least two weeks.

It was completely out of his comfort zone, completely different to his usual summer routine, but the more he thought about it as he scrubbed the shampoo out of his hair, the more he was convinced. He needed a break. He needed a holiday. Now, he just needed to figure out where.

Somewhere in Canada? No, that was the last thing he needed after the crash of the season. Again. Somewhere in the US? Even more of a no, with the playoffs in full swing. So somewhere abroad? Maybe…somewhere in Europe? The continent was big enough for him to hide in for a couple of weeks right?

The only thing he could think of to do was to pull up a map of Europe on his laptop the moment he got out the shower, close his eyes and have a pointed finger land on a country. Surely he could narrow it down from there, even as dumb as he felt picking a destination this way in the first place. At this point he couldn’t back out though, the desperation fuelling him, so Quinn followed his ridiculous plan – he pulled up the map, closed his eyes, took a deep breath…and placed his finger on the screen.

France.

Okay, France was good. It was a good option, plenty of different cities all across the country. One of them would work for him to unwind in, right? Somehow, he already felt lighter, just from knowing he had a vague destination. Was it really this easy? Why had he not done this before?

Before he knew it, he was spiralling down a rabbit hole of articles - ‘places to visit in France’, ‘3 months backpacking across Europe – must-see sights’, ‘gap year in France’ to name a few – and his eyes kept catching on a name. Provence. And the more he looked into the region, the more he fell in love with its beauty; it had everything from wine tasting to lavender fields to historical towns, and he could almost guarantee that no-one would know who he was. Perfect. Narrowing things down from Europe to France to Provence...and he eventually settled on an ancient medieval town right on the river Rhône, called Avignon. It looked so idyllic, and full of things to do (as well as close distance to plenty of other things to do). Something in his bones was telling him this was the place. This was it, the place where he could disappear to for two weeks to reset and refresh from the season.

And it wasn’t hard to get to either – it almost felt a little too easy. Quinn wasn’t used to things just falling into his lap like this, like it was too good to be true. A 13-hour flight from Detroit to Lyon, and then an hour by train from Lyon to Avignon? And a pretty little apartment in the centre of Avignon for far less than he’d been expecting? It was all there in front of him, timings and pricings included – could he really just book it and disappear for a couple of weeks?

What was holding him back?

Before he could chicken out, Quinn filled in his payment details for the flights, clicking through all the submission pages until a booking confirmation was in front of him, and he let out a shaky breath he didn’t realise he’d been holding. There was no going back now. He quickly booked the apartment too, making sure the dates and timings lined up, and once he had that confirmation page in front of him, he found himself laughing a little incredulously.

He'd done it. He’d really done it. He was going to Avignon in Provence, France, for the first two weeks of May and there was nothing that was going to stop him.

For the first time in as long as he could remember, Quinn felt free.

~~~

It took Quinn all of his willpower not to spill his plans to his family while he waited out the month before his trip arrived, not telling any of the Canucks either at the end of season barbecue. It helped that Jack (and his team) were in the first round of the playoffs and thriving, easy to pour his focus into supporting his brother there, his family’s full attention on his little brother just as he deserved.

There was just something in his gut telling him to keep quiet. He told himself it was because he didn’t want to distract from Jack’s playoffs, but he knew deep down that he just didn’t want anyone to worry. Because they would. Taking a trip so far away just to change things up? No-one would understand. They’d just fuss and stress and make Quinn feel worse than he already did – so he just didn’t say anything. Maybe it was a little selfish, but he didn’t care.

After a hockey season like he’d had, he just didn’t care.

It was easy enough to pack a suitcase without anyone noticing either, easy enough to have it waiting by his bedroom door with his passport tucked into a rucksack along with a couple of books he’d been meaning to read for a while, easy enough to call a taxi to take him to Detroit airport early in the morning before anyone in the house was awake.

It wasn’t until that he’d checked in and dropped off his suitcase, until he’d walked through security and gotten himself a much-needed coffee, that he pulled out his phone and opened up his family group chat.

From: Quinn Just wanted to let you all know that I’m heading off to France for a vacation. I’ll be gone for two weeks. Best of luck in the second round of the playoffs Jacky!

From: Luke Wait, what? Tell me you’re joking. Mom did you know?

With that, he put his phone on airplane mode, not daring to wait for any more messages to come through. The fact that Luke was awake this early was bad enough. It was the coward’s way out, he knew that, but at least he told them all, right?

With a sigh, Quinn tucked his phone into his rucksack, alongside the travel adapter for his charging cable he’d had to buy moments ago, and pulled out one of his books, sinking deeper into his chair. Only 30 minutes until his flight would be called – the sooner the better.

The rest of Quinn’s journey faded into a blur. Going to the gate. Boarding the plane. Taking off. Eating. Watching a movie. Eating again. Reading his book. Taking a nap. One final snack before landing. Waiting for his suitcase. The train journey to Avignon. The taxi to his apartment, not being awake enough to do anything other than show the driver the address he’d saved on his phone.

By the time Quinn collected the key from the dropbox and stumbled into the apartment, it was all he could do to dump his suitcase in the living room and kick off his clothes ahead of faceplanting into the bed, jet lag dragging him down into a deep sleep with a smile on his face.

He’d made it to France. Provence. Avignon. He could finally rest.

~~~

Renée Moreau felt like she was at a standstill. She’d followed all the steps in the playbook – worked hard in high school, gone to college, graduated with a degree in Communications from the University of Ottawa – but now she was at a loss. There was no rulebook for what to do when you reach adulthood, other than the societal expectations to get a job, settle down, get married, have a family. But she was only 23 years old and single as hell – there would be no marriage and babies happening any time soon, of that she was certain, and as for getting a job? She just didn’t know what she wanted. She didn’t know what would make her happy.

She was at a standstill. She was lost.

Sure, Renée had worked a couple of odd temp jobs after coming home to Montreal but nothing that resonated with her, much to her parents’ dismay. She loved them – truly she did – but their expectations for her future didn’t line up with her own in her current stage in life, and she knew that seeing her get more and more run down with each job that didn’t feel right only made things harder. It got to the point, after 9 months, where her parents suggested that they could pay for her to take a three-month travel break to Europe on the condition that she would work for her father’s company when she returned. It felt like an easy way out, something she’d desperately tried to avoid…but after the past 9 months, she knew she needed to do something.

So she’d agreed, much to her parents’ elation.

Renée decided on France, in the end. It was her first language after all, having grown up in Ville-Marie in Montreal, and after a bit of serious research with her parents she’d made a rough plan, starting with Paris.

Her parents paid for her 90-day Schengen visa, bought her plane tickets and paid for all her accommodation as belated graduation presents and her birthday present combined, but she would pay for all food and excursions & activities out of her savings from the various jobs she’d worked since graduating. She knew she was privileged, more so than a lot of her friends, let alone the strangers she’d met on her travels, so she knew she couldn’t take her time away for granted.

Like most things, it turned out her parents were right. The trip away, travelling around France, was exactly what she needed.

For her first month, March, she travelled around exclusively by trains. Her first full week was spent in Paris, the perfect start to her trip to soak in all the culture and history, and then after that she went to Rennes for five days, then Poitiers for five days, then Saint-Jean for five days, and finally Bordeaux for a full week.

In the last few days of March, Renée hired a car to drive to Lyon, staying there for a full week to take her into April, and then on to Toulouse for five days. Next, she drove down to the southern coast, visiting Narbonne for three days, Beziers for three days, Montpellier for five days, Marseille for five days, and Nice for five days, before finally heading to Avignon. Within her first two days there, she’d quickly fallen in love with the medieval town, so had decided to stay for her entire last month. Her parents found her an apartment that would let her stay for the full 30 days, so while she was based in Avignon, she kept that hire car and planned to travel around to different places within Provence, to get the full experience.

It was hard to believe she only had one month left before she had to head home to Montreal.

Still, she knew there was something different about Avignon, something that drew her in, something that was telling her to spend her time there – so she was following her gut, just waiting for the universe to give her a sign.

And on the first of May, everything changed.

Renée was on her way back up to her apartment after picking up a few breakfast items from the local bakery, the old lady Vivienne who ran the place having given her a couple extra croissants with a sweet smile, only to see a stranger walking down the corridor towards her. He was tall, maybe 5ft 10, with fairly broad shoulders and toned arms. His dark hair was fluffy and unkempt, his pale skin a little unnatural with its purple bags under his eyes, and he barely looked conscious. Out of instinct, she held her bag a little tighter to her chest, even though he looked a little lost rather than intimidating. But still…she simply smiled politely, hoping that this wouldn’t end badly.

“Good morning. Are you new to the building?”

The man blinked sleepily at her, silent for a moment, before he shook his head.

“I’m sorry, I don’t speak much French. Do you speak English?”

She huffed out a laugh, her nerves fading a little. American. She could recognise the accent easily, different from her own French-Canadian, even if he was slightly slurred with sleep. “I do speak English. Are you…lost?”

He looked confused for a moment. “No?”

“I originally asked if you are new to the building,” she added.

“Oh, yes, I rented out that apartment for two weeks. Only arrived last night and I am super jetlagged, so I’m sorry if I’m a little loopy?” he said, smiling sheepishly.

Bless his heart. That explained a lot.

“I’m Renée, I’m staying in the apartment next door,” she said, holding her hand out.

He smiled warmly at her as he shook her offered hand, a sweetness that sent unexpected butterflies roaring through her stomach.

“Quinn. Sorry if I startled you. I promise I’m not this weird when I’m fully functioning,” he said, still smiling.

She couldn’t help but laugh at his self-deprecation, shaking her head.

“Don’t worry about it. I just want to check though…are you heading out to get breakfast?”

“Uh, yeah, I was planning on it – why?” he asked, confused.

“Not a lot of stores in Avignon speak a lot of English, at least not near us right now, so you might want to wait to venture out until you’re properly awake,” she teased.

Quinn blushed slightly, even as he groaned.

“Ah shit, I didn’t think of that,” he admitted, his smile shifting to a wry one.

She hesitated for a moment, before steeling herself. If her trip across France in the past two months had told her anything, it was to follow her gut instincts.

“Do you want to come into my apartment for breakfast? I have extra croissants, a bunch of different jams, and plenty of orange juice?” she offered.

His lips parted in surprise before his cheeks coloured again. Interesting. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” she mused, nodding, “I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t, and we’re going to be neighbours for a little while at least, right?”

“Right.”

Renée opened her front door, Quinn following her in, closing the door behind himself gently. She smiled to herself as he curiously took in the apartment, probably no different than his other than the positioning of furniture, so she left him to look around while she unloaded four croissants from the bag and pulled out a few options of jam as well as the fresh butter in the butter dish she’d bought (that was definitely coming home with her). She gestured wordlessly for Quinn to sit at the breakfast island as she started loading the counter space in front of him, pulling out two plates, a butter knife as well as a few jam knives, and then finally the orange juice and a couple of glasses. It wasn’t much, nor had she entertained anyone other than herself in the couple days she’d been in Avignon, but it was perfect for her.

“Please dig in. It’s humble but it’s tasty, I promise,” Renée said, smiling.

Quinn just nodded shyly, reaching for a croissant. She tried not to watch him as she prepared her own breakfast, but it was hard not to enjoy the pure joy on his face at his face bite of buttery croissant, her smile catching his attention.

“Sorry, it’s just so good,” he mumbled.

“Definitely don’t apologise,” she laughed, shaking her head, “I’m sure I made the same face when I had my first croissant here. And if you think this is good – wait until you try the fresh bread. You’ll never eat processed cut loaves back home again.”

Quinn just groaned, taking another bite, making her laugh softly. She could appreciate a guy who appreciated good food.

“I think I’m going to really enjoy staying here for two weeks,” he finally said, after he’d eaten one half of his croissant.

“Two weeks huh? That’s a pretty decent amount of time to spend. What’s brought you out here then?” she asked.

Sue her, but she was curious. The exhaustion wasn’t just showing in his body – it was in his eyes too. Was he running from something?

“It’s just been a really hard year. With work, mostly. I haven’t had a proper break and I really needed one, so I pointed to a map, chose France, and spiralled down an internet rabbit hole until I settled on Avignon. It seemed like a good place to unwind and rest, at least for a couple of weeks. One of my best friends is getting married in July, so I wanted to be in a better place, mentally at least, before then,” he explained.

That definitely wasn’t the whole story, she could tell, but it was more than enough to explain the basics at least. She could understand wanting to get away from everything to reset at least.

“I’m sorry that everything’s been really difficult, but I promise you that Avignon is a great place for a vacation break. I haven’t been here long but I’m already feeling great,” she said firmly.

“Well if it’s any different than Vancouver, then I’ll be happy,” he mused.

Vancouver?

She could’ve sworn his accent was American.

Oh wait.

Oh.

Quinn.

Vancouver.

The year had been really hard for him.

You can take a girl out of Canada but you can’t take Canada out of the girl. She knew exactly who he was – Quinn Hughes, star defenceman of the Vancouver Canucks. How could she not have realised who he was?

But clearly, he was in Avignon to escape everything, to take a break from his real life and rest. She couldn’t tell him that she knew who he was, at least not right now. He deserved a little time at least to recover from the Canucks terrible season, and she could absolutely give that to him.

“Do you want me to show you around Avignon today and tomorrow? Show you the basics of our little neighbourhood like groceries and coffee shops and restaurants, as well as the tourist sites?”

“Oh I couldn’t impose,” he said quickly.

“Quinn, I’m offering because I’m happy to, I promise. Besides, you said you don’t speak much French and you might need the help, at least for the local parts,” she said, teasing a little at the end.

He blushed lightly before huffing out a laugh. “Alright, if you’re sure. I would love the guide help.”

“Great, it’s a plan! Now, please have another croissant and try another jam flavour. You won’t regret it.”

~~~

For the rest of his first day in Avignon, Quinn blearily followed Renée around, letting her help him pick up basic groceries to get him started as well as heading to a coffee shop to clear some of the fuzziness out of his head. They sat and talked for hours at the coffee shop, sitting outside on the edge of a square, just letting the sights and sounds flow over him, listening to Renée’s interesting stories about the neighbourhood.

He didn’t know if it was still the jetlag or not, but the fact that a girl as beautiful as her was paying attention to him was exactly what he needed in that moment. Her blonde curls were bouncy and shined like liquid gold in the midday sun. Her big brown eyes were almost doll-like, captivating and full of emotion. Her smile was entrancing, her laugh was like music to his ears, and she had curves for days that were simply mouthwatering. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had captured his attention like this, especially not this quickly, but after all this season had been, to have this girl willing to spend time with him? It was everything.

Quinn was still suffering with jetlag pretty badly though, which Renée noticed and clearly took pity on him for, because she kept the rest of their day pretty light, mostly just walking him around the neighbourhood, showing him roughly where the main sights were ahead of a bigger day tomorrow. Which…she still wanted to spend time with him after a day of him being pretty useless other than happily basking in her conversation? Mind blowing.

The little local restaurant that she’d taken him to that night was just the cherry on top of an incredible first day.

Just like she’d promised, Renée had ramped up activities for his second day in Avignon. He’d put up a token protest at first, not wanting her to waste time with him when she had her own vacation to enjoy, but she’d insisted that she wanted to do the touristy things too. That, and he could ‘pay her back’ for translating everything by taking some cute photos of her rather than her having to rely on selfies to send to her family.

He'd blushed, obviously, but agreed quickly. It was hardly a hardship to take a few photos of her, especially when they would all be cute.

Renée ended up taking the two of them on a basic tour of some of the main sights on Avignon. The first being the Palais des Papes fortress, which he’d read about before his trip and was actually excited to explore, even more so when Renée told him that on summer evenings there was an impressive light show there that explained the history of Avignon (which the two of them ended up attending that very evening after dinner in the little local restaurant again, with a flask of spiked hot chocolate). She’d also taken him to the Pont d’Avignon, a beautiful medieval bridge where only four arches survived. After stopping for lunch in a little café, the two of them had wandered around the flower market and farmer’s market at Place des Carmes – not buying anything but just taking in the sights and people watching, soaking in the atmosphere.

In the afternoon, she’d driven the two of them 30 minutes away to visit the Roman Pont du Gard – a UNESCO World Heritage site for a beautiful ancient Roman aqueduct bridge, where he’d taken way too many photos…and Renée had even taken a couple of him in various poses.

For the memories, she’d insisted.

How could he refuse?

Day three found them a little more chilled out. Renée liked to keep a balance, apparently, of chilled days and packing in touristy activities, which Quinn was more than happy to indulge in if it meant spending more time with her. It felt a little silly to be focusing his time around someone he’d only just met, but there was just something about her. Something that made him want to spend time with her rather than isolating himself. And it wasn’t like he’d set out with much of a plan other than getting away from everything back home.

The main thing they did on his third day was walking around the flea market in Place des Carmes, the same place that the flower and farmer’s markets were in the day before, before sitting in the square afterwards in coffee shop to watch the world go by. It was exactly what he needed after the intense day that yesterday had been, and it just gave him more of an excuse to get to know her a little better, even volunteering a little information about himself as well. Not much, but still a little, enough to make her smile at least.

On their way back to their apartments, Renée had insisted on picking up groceries for dinner, promising to cook for him (which he was never going to say no to), as well as taking him in a couple of little trinket stores she’d found on her own first day, some of which he knew he’d be returning to for gifts to take back home. But that wasn’t something he was letting himself think about right now – home. Right now, all he wanted to do was focus on the beautiful girl next to him, so full of joy and wonder and excitement, soaking in her energy.

She’d cooked him a grilled fish dish, paired with sautéed vegetables and potatoes, inspired by one of the restaurants she’d eaten at in Marseille. It was incredible, the best fish he’d ever eaten and he wasn’t even exaggerating – she blushed all the same when he complimented her cooking though, brushing herself off as amateur. If he could pick up even a little of her sense of adventure, he knew he’d be all the better for it.

When they were sitting on her sofa, dishes rinsed and in the sink, both sipping on a glass of wine, Quinn felt like he’d been transported to another world. Finding peace and comfort this quickly on a trip that he’d booked on a whim? It was the last thing he’d been expecting.

“You know, you already look a little lighter,” Renée said, breaking their comfortable silence.

“I feel it. My…job really can be so stressful. I hadn’t realised it was this bad though,” he admitted.

Renée seemed to hesitate slightly before smiling. “I can imagine the hockey season is draining.”

The hockey season. She knew. Oh fuck, she knew who he was? He found himself freezing, no idea what his face was doing but it was enough for Renée to wince.

“I’m not French. At least, I’m not from France. I’m from Montreal, born and raised,” she admitted, nerves all over her face now, “I swear I’m not going to post on social media about you or even tell anyone about you. Your reasons for taking a break are yours and yours alone.”

Quinn let out a shaky breath, trying to smile but he clearly failed because Renée pulled out her phone with a determined look.

“Here, my Instagram. And I can show you facebook too. I don’t have whatever the hell twitter is now and I never have done. I haven’t posted about you and I won’t, I promise. I’m not lying,” she said firmly.

Quinn took the offered phone, scrolling a little through her Instagram posts, noting that there hadn’t been anything posted since they’d met three days ago. He still felt a little shaky but the fact that she went out of her way to prove to him, to reassure him…it helped, a little.

“Thank you for your honesty,” he murmured.

“I didn’t realise straight away. Not until you mentioned Vancouver,” she added.

Well that was something at least.

“I was so sure that no-one would recognise me this far away from home,” he said softly.

She winced again, before smiling sadly.

“If you want, we can go our separate ways and you don’t have to see me again for the whole two weeks you’re here. I don’t want to ruin your time away. That’s literally the last thing I want.”

The full two weeks without seeing her? Something about that sat badly in his stomach, sinking like a stone, and he found himself shaking his head.

“No. No I don’t want that. You’ve been nothing but kind to me, not judging me for being a hot mess, and I believe you when you say that you won’t tell anyone I’m here. My parents and brothers know I’m in France but that’s literally it. Anyone else that wants to know where I am can ask them,” Quinn explained, “I’m enjoying spending time with you, if you don’t mind spending it with me.”

“Alright, if you’re sure. Because I’m definitely enjoying spending time with you,” she said, her smile a little shy now.

For some reason, her shyness made his breath hitch in his chest, enough for him to need to cough it away.

“I’m sure. I’m pretty sure my French isn’t up to the task anyway,” he said, trying to shift the tone of conversation a little, to ease the tension he felt creeping up his neck.

Renée just laughed, making him blush slightly. That was better, even if it was at his expense.

“Your bakery order this morning wasn’t half bad! You’ll get there,” she teased, “Was there anything in particular that you wanted to see or do while you’re here?”

“The only thing I’d really read about that we haven’t seen is the lavender fields?” he suggested.

Renée grinned and nodded, making him smile. “There’s beautiful lavender fields in Sault that I was hoping to go to. Maybe we could go together?”

Quinn nodded in response, his body sinking into the sofa, releasing tension he hadn’t realised he was holding. She knew who he was...and the world hadn’t ended. She still wanted to spend time with him. He still got to spend time with her. Was this a dream? It felt like a dream.

“I definitely want to do a wine tour of some kind. There’s so many vineyards around here it would be silly not to. And I kind of wanted to do a day trip to Arles, maybe another to Aix-en-Provence, but there’s also the Musée de Petit Palais here in Avignon that I haven’t been to yet which is meant to be beautiful? It’s another UNESCO World Heritage Site, and I’m pretty sure you’d enjoy it too?”

Quinn just took another sip of his wine, allowing her enthusiastic words to wash over him. Whatever she wanted to do, he was here for it. And he couldn’t wait.

~~~

Renée felt like she was floating through a dream. She’d honestly expected Quinn to want nothing to do with her after she admitted knowing who he was, but the fact that he was still willing to spend time with her? To indulge her in all the things she wanted to visit just because he didn’t really have much of a plan himself? Well she was absolutely going to take advantage of that, if it meant spending a little more time with the cutest boy she’d ever met.

For day four of Quinn’s trip, she took him on a Rhône Valley wine tour, just as she’d promised, the two of the tasting all different wines including Châteauneuf-du-Pape, Rasteau, Gigondas, Vacqueyras, Cairanne, Tavel, Lirac, Visan, Sablet and Séguret, across four leading wine estates. It was a long day, long and so much fun, with only two couples joining them on the tour, so they’d had plenty of private time together to enjoy the day as well as pick up a couple of bottles to bring back to the apartment as well as a couple of bottles for home. The two of them had stumbled back to his apartment, barely remembering to pick up some bread and cheese to soak up some of the alcohol, which they’d decimated before passing out on his sofa.

Waking up on day five snuggled into Quinn’s side had been worth the hangover.

The two of them had agreed to keep the day as a quiet one, Renée having volunteered to go out to pick them up fresh bread and fruit and coffee after they’d both showered, spending most the morning reading in a comfortable silence before they ventured out for coffee in the same square as their first day, getting to know each other even more now that he could be more open with her. The two of them traed stories of ridiculous friends and hangovers of time past, before heading back to the little local restaurant they’d been to a couple of times already for dinner again, not wanting to break the happy chilled vibe they’d managed to curate over the day.

On day six, Quinn had surprised her with a trip out to the village of Gordes (with her driving, of course), to a spa day in the Airelles Spa. He’d apparently already booked all their treatments, paying the moment they arrived, and considering how fancy the place was, Renée couldn’t even imagine how much money he’d spent on her. But he’d stayed firm in his decision, a streak of confidence that sent her heartbeat fluttering just that little bit faster. It was a side of him she hadn’t seen before, but if he wanted to treat her to a day of relaxation, she wasn’t going to complain.

Alongside the typical swimming pool and steam room, both of them had a neck, shoulders and scalp massage, followed by a thermal mud mineral wrap, and finishing off with a ‘golden glow’ facial. It was honestly the most relaxed Renée had ever felt, but the fact that she did all of this alongside Quinn? With him looking like years of stress had been lifted off of him? She barely had the words to describe it. It didn’t help that he spent the day in bathing shorts and her in a one-piece swimming costume – his toned torso was distracting enough. The spa itself wasn’t that busy at all, so the two of them had essentially the whole place to themselves most the time, and Renée felt like she’d grown closer to him throughout the day more than she ever had to any friend, let alone any guy. It was a personal intimacy, to spend such time in platonic closeness, leaving her a bit overwhelmed with the whole situation, if she was being honest.

Quinn’s pleased smile while they had an early dinner in the village of Gordes kept her quiet though. If he was happy, she was happy.

It was on day seven that everything changed.

The two of them had strolled along the Rhône river in the morning with a cup of coffee each, taking in the scenery and taking their time, heading to the jardin du Rocher des Doms for a picnic. Quinn had brought along one of their bottles of wine from their wine tour, and they’d picked up a second bottle alongside some water, fresh bread, sharp cheese, grapes and strawberries, as well as a couple of chocolate studded pastries from the bakery, all carefully placed into Quinn’s rucksack with a blanket from Renée’s sofa. The two of them settled on a vacant patch of grass away from most other groups, giving them the illusion of privacy, Quinn pouring them a glass of their wine before raising his glass in a toast.

“To the most amazing holiday of my life. To meeting an amazing new friend. To another week of this bliss.”

Renée blushed lightly but clinked her glass against his, taking a sip of the wine that instantly sent her back to the day of their tour with its smooth taste. She cleared her throat, shaking her head to bring her back to the present, smiling at Quinn’s confused look.

“It’s nothing. Shall we eat?”

And the two of them did, a bite at a time, soft bread with sharp cheese with refreshing grapes, saving the strawberries and pastries for dessert, talking for the several hours it took them to finish all the food while they basked in the sunshine and light breeze, long enough to finish both bottles of wine as well. Long enough that Renée felt a little light-headed from the alcohol and the company, Quinn’s soft sweet eyes making her head swirl.

She must’ve stayed silent, caught in his gaze, for long enough that Quinn stopped talking too, staring at her eyes in confusion before his gaze flicked down to her mouth. Her breath hitched in her throat, Quinn’s lips parting in a shaky breath…before he leaned over and kissed her, a gentle hand cupping her face.

And then he quickly pulled away, eyes wide in a panic.

“Fuck, Renée, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean…well, I did, but-”

Renée pressed a finger to his lips to stop his rambling, let out a shaky breath of her own. Quinn just froze, eyes still wide in panic, not daring to move.

“You kissed me. Why?” she managed to say, before removing her finger, feeling the phantom presence of his lips on her skin.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips before he huffed out a laugh.

“Because I wanted to? Because you’re beautiful and hilarious and so cool and it seemed like a good idea at the time?”

Oh wow. That…wasn’t what she was expecting. He thought she was beautiful?

“You think I’m beautiful?” she murmured.

“Yeah, I do.”

It was all Renée could do to lean forward and kiss him again. Quinn made a soft noise of surprise but didn’t hesitate to kiss her back, his hand sliding across her cheek to cup her cheek again. The kisses stayed soft and slow and sweet, only a hint of tongue, but they sent electricity thrumming through Renée’s veins all the same. Never had such an innocent embrace set her heart racing like this. Never. Never had such a sweet boy kissed her so sweetly.

She didn’t know how long they spent kissing, time losing all meaning as she lost herself in his lips, both of them breathless by the time she pulled away.

“Wow,” was all she could murmur, Quinn’s lips looking as swollen as hers felt.

Quinn just laughed, breathless and carefree, making her dart forward to press one last lingering kiss to his lips, earning a soft moan of protest from him when she sat backwards.

“We could, um…”

She trailed off, rubbing the back of her neck, feeling uncharacteristically awkward. He just smiled softly at her.

“We could what?” he prompted.

Her cheeks flushed with a light blush, feeling bold with her thoughts.

“I really liked kissing you. And I know we’ve only known each other a week…but we could fool around no strings for your last week here? There’s no harm in it, right? A little summer vacation fling?”

The moment the words left her lips, she felt mortified. She’d never even thought about doing something like this before, let alone suggesting it, and the fact that Quinn looked stunned didn’t help her feel any better about acting like a floozy.

“Yes.”

His breathy confirmation brought her out of her thoughts, and a smile spread across her face before she could stop herself.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” Quinn nodded, smiling back at her. “You’re right, there’s no harm in it. I really liked kissing you too.”

Well that was all she needed to hear. Renée leaned forward again, sliding her hand into his hair this time, letting the feeling of his curls between her fingers ground her as she kissed him slowly, unable to stop herself smiling as Quinn kissed her back with a happy sigh.

And that was how they spent the rest of their afternoon, shifting between slow kisses and sweet conversation, sipping the water they’d brought along too, before they eventually headed back to their apartments, changing quickly before heading out to dinner in the little local restaurant they’d been to most nights now, holding hands the entire walk. It felt a little surreal, if she was being honest, that a guy as cute as Quinn was happy to fool around with her when he could have anyone else he wanted. But there was no way she was taking back her crazy proposition now, not if she could have just a little bit of him before he left in seven days.

Spending a couple of hours making out on his sofa before she went back to her own apartment to sleep was the perfect way to end a perfect day.

~~~

He couldn’t stop thinking about her.

Not when she left his apartment last night after they made out for hours on his sofa, soft and sweet shifting to heated and intense. Not when he tried to sleep but couldn’t get the thought of the way her body felt straddling his waist, his hands desperate to move from where he’d planted them on her waist. Not when he woke up hard as a rock, needing no more than a few moments and a gasp of her name before he was dizzy all over again.

The moment that Renée’s surprising suggestion had reached his ears, he’d felt like he was in an alternative dimension. Things like this didn’t happen to him. Not in real life. Not to him.

And yet here he was, sitting beside her while she drove them out to Arles for a day trip, lips still buzzing where she’d kissed him good morning and passed him a cup of fresh coffee.

But it wasn’t just the physical aspects of it all that was consuming him, as incredible as it all was. He was falling for her, fast. He wasn’t stupid, as much as the hockey player stereotype usually proved. He knew enough about himself to know that Renée was exactly his type – beautiful, funny, smart, and so full of a genuine happy energy. Loved trying new things. Found the little stories of everything fascinating. Had excellent taste in wine. Was an amazing cook. Had a laugh that made his heartbeat race. It was insane how much he already liked her, and it felt stupid the more he thought about because he’d only known her a week. Just one week, seven days, and she had him caught hook, line, and sinker. He still wasn’t sure how he was lucky enough that she was even interested in fooling around with him but he wasn’t going to waste this opportunity, as much as it was probably going to break his heart when he went back home.

But if this morning’s kiss was anything to go by, with the way that he was still floating on air right now, maybe it was exactly what he needed after all.

It only took 45 minutes for them to drive to Arles, Renée finding parking easily with the mid-week calm.

They headed straight to the Arènes d'Arles, the Roman amphitheatre, taking a tour of the incredible two tier structure as well as taking a bunch of photo of each other – as well as a couple of selfies for their own personal stashes. Unfortunately there wasn’t a concert that night – which, if he’d known there were concerts here, he would’ve planned better – and the bullfighting wasn’t on either, but it was still incredible to wander about the 2,500 year history.

The two of them also headed on the Van Gogh walk, Quinn having no idea that the artist had actually lived in Arles for 16 months in the late 19th century. What was incredibly endearing was Renée’s enthusiasm for spotting the locations referenced in his art work, including the Quai du Rhône for the starry night, and Lamartine Square for the yellow house. The walk took them several hours but by the time they’d reached the end of it, Renée was practically giddy, and that alone was worth it for Quinn.

After a lunch stop, the two of them headed to the Cloître Saint-Trophime, another incredible UNESCO World Heritage Site, exploring the cathedral and grounds at their usual easy pace, snapping a few photos – until an older lady approached them with a smile.

“Vous êtes un beau couple. Tu veux que je prenne une photo?”

Renée immediately blushed but nodded, handing her phone over. Quinn just looked at her, curiously.

“She says we’re a beautiful couple and asked if we would like a photo.”

Oh wow. He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips, sliding his arm over Renée’s shoulders as she wrapped an arm around his waist, leaning into his body as the lady snapped a couple of photos of them. She returned Renée’s phone with an indulgent smile, Renée murmuring a soft merci beaucoup in thanks, and Quinn wasted no time in throwing an arm over her shoulder again to see her phone screen.

The first photo took his breath away, with how easy they looked together. The old lady was right – they did look like a beautiful couple.

“You look so happy,” Renée said softly, smiling up at him.

“I am happy,” he said honestly.

Her cheeks flushed and she quickly looked back down at her phone, but he knew that she was smiling.

“I promise not to post it anywhere,” she said quickly.

Because there was no denying that this wasn’t just friendship in that photo.

“Okay, sure. Can you still send it to me though?” he asked hopefully.

She giggled but nodded, sending the photo by airdrop before leaning up to give him a quick kiss. As she pulled away, Quinn felt just as breathless as he did the first time he kissed her. It was getting harder and harder to deny his feelings, that was for sure.

The two of them spent a little more time in Arles before driving back to Avignon, going to their separate apartments to freshen up before heading out for dinner. Typically, they headed out to their little local restaurant – hell, they were practically regulars at this point – and their usual waitress showed them to a table in the corner.

The waitress murmured something to Renée after she handed them their menus, making Renée blush deeply and laugh as she walked away, to which Quinn just looked at her curiously.

“Maude was teasing us. Said it’s about that that we admitted our romance,” Renée admitted.

Well damn. First the old lady in Arles and now their waitress? Did they really look that natural together?

“Alors.”

Quinn startled slightly at Maude’s voice, but let out a huff of laughter as she presented a bottle of ruby red wine. The waitress rattled off a stream of fast French, to which Renée laughed again, shaking her head.

“She said the wine is free for new lovers.”

Now it was Quinn’s turn to blush, earning laughter from both women.

“Merci pour le vin,” he stumbled out, his translation hesitant.

But Maude just beamed, patting his shoulder.

“Bien!”

He slumped back in his chair, letting Renée order for them both, knowing that she could see he was a little overwhelmed and also knowing the food he liked by now. It was easy. Too easy. Why was he getting himself so worked up about this?

“Cheers, Quinn.”

Renée’s soft words brought him out of his thoughts, seeing her raising a glass of the wine to him and that she’d already poured him a glass too, so he quickly lifted his glass with a smile and clinked it gently against hers.

It was very good wine.

True to form, the two of them spent a couple of hours eating, talking, and drinking, just basking in each other’s company, and Quinn tried not to let himself overthink things. No strings, easy fun. He could roll with this.

It was late when the two of them ended up back in his apartment, kissing the moment that Quinn shut the door behind them, and they stumbled over to the sofa without breaking apart. It was consuming, heated, passionate like never before, and Quinn found himself sliding his hands under her clothes, helping her undress as she helped him undress too. It wasn’t until they were down to their underwear that Quinn pulled away to take a ragged breath, eyes roving over her tanned skin bathed in the moonlight that streamed in through the windows.

“Bed?” he asked, more than a little breathless as his hands clutched at her bare waist.

“Yes, take me to bed Quinn,” she murmured.

He didn’t need to be asked twice.

~~~

The next few days felt like they flew by. Renée tried to hold onto each moment, to savour each memory, but when each moment was just as happy as the last, it was hard to distinguish them. Throughout days nine, ten, eleven, and twelve of Quinn’s trip, Renée tried hard to make sure that he experienced as many local things as well as a couple of more exciting trips, to keep his vacation as full as possible.

In Avignon, the two of them visited the Musée de Petit Palais, another UNESCO World Heritage Site, home to an incredible collection of paintings from the 13th to the 15th century. They also went to the Cathédrale Notre-Dame-des-Doms. It was right next to the Palais des Papes, where they’d visited earlier in their trip, and well worth the visit – the frescoes, marble statues and golden statue of the Virgin Mary in the interior were incredible, and another moment for a few photos of the two of them.

Those were mostly for Renée’s memories at this point. She wasn’t going to lie to herself.

As a fun activity, Renée booked them on a lunchtime cruise along The Rhône, listening to the tour guide give them a fascinating description from the water’s edge, murmuring the translation into Quinn’s ear as they went – a perfect excuse to sit practically in his lap, although she didn’t think he minded with the way he had his arm wrapped tight around her waist.

They also took a day trip to Aix-en-Provence, just as she’d asked for. It took them just over an hour to drive, easy in the morning traffic, and she felt lost in the incredible art history, grateful to Quinn for indulging her yet again. They visited the art studio of Cezanne, as well as his works displayed in the Granet Museum. The museum also displayed works by Picasso, Rembrandt, and Ingres, all of which Quinn listened to her ramble about with avid attention. They had an extended coffee break in Cours Mirabeau, visited the beautiful Vendôme Pavilion, before eating a romantic candlelit dinner looking over a busy square, all light up with twinkling lights.

Her favourite day though? A trip to the local farmer’s market again, when they’d eaten fresh peaches and kissed the slick juice off each other’s lips.

All of this mixed with intense incredible sex every single day only led Renée to one conclusion. She was falling in love with him, slowly but surely, and she felt so damn stupid when she realised it, lying naked in his arms while Quinn snored quietly next to her. How could she not feel stupid? He was leaving soon – he only had two days left in Avignon – and there was nothing she could do about it. She was the one that suggested no strings fun after all, although she should’ve known that would’ve come back around to bite her in the ass.

Nothing good could come from this realisation. Nothing at all.

But she would be damned if she wasn’t going to live these final two days with him to the fullest.

~~~

Quinn woke up on his penultimate day with a heavy heart. Not because of the beautiful woman lying naked in his arms, no. Well…no, not really. It wasn’t her fault, after all, that he was falling in love with her. She’d never asked for that, nothing more than fooling around, but here he was thinking like a fool anyway.

That didn’t stop him from kissing the sleepy smile off her face when she woke up, happily making her cry out his name with his face between her thighs too.

After the two of them had showered separately in their own apartments, because he knew damn well that he couldn’t keep his hands off her at this point, they headed out to central Avignon for their final day trip. Today, they were heading to Sault, to the lavender fields, as part of a half day trip with a private guide. Apparently the trips were for a maximum of eight people in a minibus, but there was only one other couple booked in for their trip today, so Quinn was buzzing about having more private time with Renée.

The ride from Avignon only took one hour, but before they got to the fields, they made a stop at the lavender distillery Arôma Plantes. Alongside a little museum, where they learnt about lavender oil production, there was a little store, where Quinn happily bought a ton of gifts for his family to take home with him, and Renée bought her own fair share too. When they finally arrived at the fields though, Quinn had to admit he was a little breathtaken with the vast beauty. The bright colours alone were stunning, and he made sure to take a ton of candid photos of Renée as well as a couple of posed shots, letting her do the same for him before the tour guide took a few photos of them together, getting all the angles in to make them laugh.

The laughing photos ended up being his favourite of the whole selection, if he was being honest.

They visited three fields in total for about 15-20 minutes each, before heading to the village of Sault for a lunch stop, sharing a bottle of wine between them (with the other couple doing the same). By the time they headed back to Avignon, Quinn had a steady buzz from the wine as well as the rush of the day, and it was easy to fall back into his bed with Renée for the afternoon, only leaving to shower separately when his stomach rumbled with hunger.

They changed apartments for dinner, Renée having a better kitchen set-up than he did. He watched her cook for them in a comfortable silence, sipping water to clear his head as much as was possible, smiling at her every time she caught him watching her.

“I’m really going to miss you.”

There it was. He’d blurted it out without meaning to, cringing at the raw honesty in his voice. Renée looked more than a little stunned, turning the stop top burner to low before looking at him properly.

“You’re going to miss me?” she said hesitantly, “Or you’re going to miss this time in Provence?”

“You. Both. I don’t know. It doesn’t make sense when I say it out loud, but I can’t believe how quickly these past two weeks have flown by? If I could live in a bubble with you here in Avignon, time standing still and nothing changing, then I would,” he said, laughing a little incredulously.

Renée smiled sadly. “The time has flown by. Avignon with you will always hold a place in my heart. I’m going to miss it too.”

“You’re leaving Avignon?” he asked, confused.

She seemed to hesitate slightly, maybe a little confused, before she nodded.

“I’m leaving France entirely soon – I’m due to head home myself. My Schengen 90 day visa runs out at the end of May.”

Her whole trip was ending?

She was heading home too?

She was heading back to Canada, back to Montreal?

Why hadn’t she said anything these past few days? Why had they only focused on him, only spoken about his trip ending?

While he got lost in his thoughts, Renée finished off cooking, and the two of them sat down to eat in silence. As always, the food was incredible, and he made sure to let her know that, earning the usual modest blush, and they finished off a bottle of wine on the sofa, ending the evening with the slow, sweet kisses that had gotten him lost in her nearly a week ago.

But rather than falling into bed together like they had done all week, Quinn had left for his own apartment with a goodnight kiss, admitting he hadn’t yet packed his suitcase at all, and he didn’t want to rush that tomorrow.

Renée had laughed at him, teasing smile making him blush, but she waved him off with another kiss that left him conflicted. Because while it was true he had yet to pack his suitcase, he also wanted to think.

She lied about leaving Avignon. Why?

No, not lied. Just omitted. He knew she was over on a visa, but it hadn’t occurred to him the timings of her trip and she hadn’t stated it. Why?

Maybe she just was protecting herself. But why?

The more he thought about it, the more overwhelmed he felt, until he was sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands. Why did he care so much? Why had he let her get into his head like this? Why had he allowed her to consume his heart like this?

Because that what it was, wasn’t it? He was falling in love with her, and he couldn’t bear the thought of losing her, and now there was a slightest fraction of a chance that this didn’t have to end because they would be in the same country for most of the year.

It was the tiniest sliver of a chance but as soon as he thought of it, his greedy heart clutched onto the hope with all of its strength.

This season had been one of the hardest, both physically and mentally, and he’d taken this trip to make a change in his life. A change he had so desperately needed. Was Renée this change? Had she changed him? Meeting her was the first thing that made him feel good in a long time. He was damn sure that he wouldn’t have had nearly as good a time in Avignon if it hadn’t been for her. He knew that, down to his bones.

He had to tell her how he felt. It would be stupid not to, with him leaving tomorrow. At least that way he would know for certain. You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take, right? He needed to take this shot, for his own heart’s sake.

Tomorrow morning. Tomorrow morning he would tell her, and he could only hope for the best.

~~~

Renée woke up to the sound of a series of rapid knocks on her front door, jolting her from her sleep and her empty bed. Going to bed had been strange last night, without Quinn by her side as she’d had all week, but she knew that was stupid to hold onto. He was leaving today, after all, so she needed to let go of him. She wouldn’t survive otherwise.

Still the knocking continued, so she got up with a yawn, shuffling to open the door, only to reveal Quinn standing there far earlier than normal. He was fully dressed, holding two coffees in a holder with a bag of pastries under one arm…and a bouquet of flowers?

The most beautiful colourful fresh flowers that she’d ever seen too.

“Are these for me?”

Damn her lack of caffeine.

Quinn huffed out a laugh, smiling fondly down at her, making traitorous butterflies swirl in her stomach.

“Yes, they are. Can I come in?” he asked.

She just nodded, still a little stunned at the beautiful bouquet, Quinn heading straight for the kitchen to put them in a vase, leaving the coffees and pastries on the kitchen island as he did so.

“Quinn…” she murmured, prompting as he put the flowers on the island next to them.

He sighed, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck awkwardly, before he moved to stand next to her and cleared his throat.

“I’m leaving today. I’m leaving and I can’t change it, so I need to tell you before I regret not saying anything,” he said softly.

“Tell me what?” she asked, dangerous hope starting to seep into her heart.

“That I’m falling in love with you.”

Her lips parted in surprise as her heart felt like it skipped beat. He was falling in love with her?

“Renée Moreau…you’ve made me feel alive for the first time in a long time. Every time I look at you my heart wants to sing and I don’t want that to end. These two weeks have been the most amazing weeks of my life, especially this past week, and I had to tell you how I feel before I burst. Is there even the slightest chance that you feel the same for me too?”

His words washed over her in an emotional wave that she had not been expecting. It was the last thing she’d been expecting, if she was being honest, never daring to hope that he was falling for her like she was falling for him. She felt stunned, shocked into silence as pure giddiness rushed through her. He felt the same? He didn’t want this to end either?

Just as Quinn’s face started to shutter in her silence, Renée lurched forward and kissed him, cupping his face with both hands. Quinn moaned softly, kissing her back with an intensity that left her breathless, but she didn’t dare pull away from him until she started to feel dizzy, resting her forehead against his shoulder with shaky breaths. This was real. He was falling in love with her too. She wasn’t dreaming.

“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, Renée. I admire your free spirit, and your courage, so much. Just going out into the world to figure out what it is that you want rather than coasting along in repetitive nothingness? You’re inspiring, and you make me want to live life to its fullest, every day.”

She choked out a sob against his shirt, lifting her head to look up at him with tears in her eyes.

“I don’t feel brave. In fact sometimes I feel like I’m free falling because I have no destination, and it's terrifying. But you…you’re dedicated to your career, to your family, to everything you love. You commit, wholeheartedly, and you inspire me, Quinn Hughes. You make me want to set roots and figure out what settling down means. You’re special, in every single way, and I really hope I can make you see exactly how special you are.”

It was Quinn’s turn to have tears spring to his eyes, and he shook his head a little incredulously, like he couldn’t believe his good fortune, before he just leant down to kiss her again, the kiss staying slow and warm, toe-curling in its sweetness before he pulled away once more.

“I don’t know what the future will hold. I don’t know how we’ll make it work between Vancouver and Montreal. But I want to figure it out, if you want to too?”

“I do, I really do,” she said, smiling through happy tears.

After spending the rest of Quinn’s last day in bed together, Renée drove him to the train station that evening. He was going to take a taxi, same as his way into Avignon, but Renée insisted, needing that last kiss goodbye. As she watched him wheel his suitcase into the station, ready to head to Lyon and then back to Detroit, her heart was aching dreadfully.

But she would see him again, she knew it.

~~~

The beginning of August felt like the beginning of a new chapter for Quinn. Not just because his off-season training had left him feeling strong, ready for the new upcoming season, but because Renée was arriving today to spend two weeks with him at his family’s house in Michigan. She was coming to meet his family, to finally see them in person, and he was so excited and nervous that he felt like he was going to burst.

The two of them had video called every single day since he arrived home, when she was still in Avignon as well as when she arrived home in Montreal, him meeting her parents over video call and her talking to his parents and Jack and Luke on the calls too – but now they would actually be meeting her in person. It was different. It was real. He wanted to scream and shout and throw up and pass out, all at once, all in the best possible way.

From the moment he woke up, despite his mom encouraging him to keep on track with his morning work-out at the rink with Jack and Luke, he felt like he’d been waiting hours for her to arrive. And sure, his brothers had been ruthlessly teasing him for essentially sitting in the front bay window, but his mom ushered them away as best as she could. He didn’t care though, they could tease him all they wanted – he had the most amazing girl who actually liked him coming to visit. Soon enough, a car pulled up outside the house. Renée had insisted on getting a taxi from the airport, insisting she needed the time to pull herself together – but that didn’t mean Quinn couldn’t rush out of the house to greet her away from his family.

“Hey, you’re here,” he murmured, clutching her hands.

“I’m here,” she grinned.

Quinn wasted no time in kissing her, just a few short soft kisses that he needed, before pulling her tightly into a hug, Renée burying her face in his neck, the two of them keeping that embrace for a few seconds before pulling back with shaky smiles.

“Ready to meet my family?” he asked, picking up her suitcase.

“I think so?” she said.

Her tone of voice made him pause slightly, before he caught her gaze over his shoulder, and there pressed against the window were his brothers, gawking at them like lions at a zoo. Quinn just rolled his eyes, tangling his fingers with hers as they walked towards the house. He couldn’t apologise for Jack and Luke enough, he knew that much.

Meeting his parents went smoothly, his mom immediately pulling her into a firm hug while his dad just looked proud. Jack and Luke were a little more chaotic, but his mom (and thank god for her) broke up the intensity by letting them head upstairs to get Renée settled while she finished off putting lunch together, dragging his brothers out with her to set the table.

He’d cleared a little space for her in his drawers and wardrobe, allowing her to unpack fully with a shy pleased smile, and Renée didn’t take long putting everything away, Quinn watching her from his bed with a soft smile.

She was really here.

She was in his room, she’d met his family, she was staying for two weeks.

Renée was really here.

“So…”

She straddled his lap as she spoke, Quinn instinctively wrapping his arms around her waist as she placed her hands on his shoulders.

“So…” he repeated, teasing.

Renée laughed, kissing him slowly, sweetly, just enough tongue to send his head swirling as she pulled away.

“Remember how one of the conditions of my parents paying for me to go to France for three months was that I would work for my dad’s company when I got back?” she said, raising an eyebrow.

“Uh, yeah, I remember. What about it?” he asked, still a little stunned from the kiss.

“This is where I tell you that my dad has approved for me to run the social media accounts and minor marketing from a remote location,” she said, a little hesitant.

From a remote location.

Quinn inhaled sharply, lips parting slightly. “Does that mean…” he trailed off, eyes wide.

They’d talked about it, what the long distance between Vancouver and Montreal would mean, how difficult it would be. What possibilities they had. What the future could be.

Renée bit her bottom lip before nodding. “It means I can move to Vancouver with you. It means that my dad really likes you, and trusts that I can build a life with you while still doing my job. You know, if you still want me around.”

She would be coming to Vancouver with him. This was more than he could have hoped for after he’d met her, let alone after how last season ended. Was he dreaming? He didn’t think he was dreaming.

“Of course I do, are you kidding me? This is amazing!” Quinn grinned.

Renée laughed in delight as he pressed kisses all over her face, still giggling as he kissed her full on the lips, easily melting into the kiss as he slid a hand deep into her blonde curls, holding her tight to him. But then she broke away, resting her forehead against his for a breath or two before lifting her head to look into his eyes.

“You don’t think it’s too soon? We’ve only known each other twelve weeks! And we’ve only had two of those in each other’s company!” she said, hesitant.

No, he couldn’t have her hesitant. That was the last thing he wanted.

“My mom always says when you know, you know. And I know with you, Renée. Yeah, maybe it’s a little crazy, but it’s a good crazy? I don’t want to waste my life regretting something that has the potential to be amazing, just because it's not conventional,” he said seriously, smiling softly before that smile shifted to a frown, “You’re not having second thoughts, right?”

A lump rose in his throat at the passion in his own words, tears springing to his eyes as she shook her head.

“No second thoughts here at all. I just wanted to make sure – I had to say it. Because I know other people will be thinking it, even if they don’t say it too,” Renée said simply, smiling sadly at him.

“Fuck what anyone else thinks. You make me want to be brave, Renée, and I can’t wait to see where the future takes us,” Quinn said firmly, “Bring on the crazy and bring on these next two weeks.”

She just laughed, nodding again as a couple of tears escaped her eyes. Quinn’s smile softened as he wiped his thumb across a stray tear, before he leaned in to kiss her again. This was everything, right here. The girl of his dreams and the future he’d always hoped for.

“Hey lovebirds, sorry to break up the reunion, but mom wants to feed your girlfriend, Q.”

Quinn groaned as he pulled away, thunking his head on her collarbone.

“Thank you Luke, we’ll be down in just a moment,” Renée called out, laughing.

“Don’t let Quinn keep you locked away – Jack’s up next and he has a water pistol ready to go.”

Renée just laughed harder as Quinn’s face shifted in a light scowl.

“Bye Luke!” he said firmly, listening to his little brother laugh with annoyance, waiting until he heard footsteps to look back at Renée. “Little brothers are the worst.”

“I don’t know, seems like they love you a lot,” she grinned.

His heart melted a little at her sweet words. Not a lot of people understood the dynamics between him and his brothers, how intense they were, how close they were, but just the fact that Renée accepted their crazy without question?

Well, it said a lot about how well she was going to fit into his family, maybe even forever. But that was something for the future. Baby steps first.

“Ready to head down for lunch?” he asked, helping her to her feet.

“I’m ready.”

~~~

Tagging a few people who might be interested in reading: @wyattjohnston @matthewtkachuk @senditcolton @fallinallincurls @cellythefloshie @sorryjustafangirl @jostyriggslover96 @typical-simplelove @ghostyjosty

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Need Him

I stood in front of him. He was my roommate, for the last 4 months. My friend, since 10th grade. Craig was also 10 inches taller then me at 6'4" tall and much stronger then me. He held me against the wall of out kitchen. His tounge danced in my mouth. I let him hold me as I melted in his arms.

"I am going to take you" he told me in between kisses. My hands clutched his chest. He lifted me and carried me to his room.

"I am done with you teasing me all the time" Craig said biting my neck. He tossed me on the bed and tore my clothes off. His hands ran down my body. I moaned as I just shivered at what was happening next. Craig lifted my ass and spread my legs he squirted lube into my add.

"Craig I never" I mumbled.

"I know" he told me as he rubbed his now free cock against my ass. He wasted no time working it in.

"I also know you fuck yourself with all the toys you have" Craig told me. He fucked me hard and fast.

"It's so big, please" I begged. As he drove 8 inches of his thick cock balls deep into my ass. It hurt but at the same time felt amazing.

He shifted between long strokes and quick fast ones. I felt like jello as he fucked me. He didn't stop till he pumped his seed deep into my bowels. Craig got up only long enough to finally get undressed then climbed back into bed with me. He spooned me from behind. I just laid there hoping he would touch my dick. But he held me tight and fell asleep. I had dreamed about this and wanted more. I woke before Craig I got up and headed to the bathroom. I started to masterbate. Just as I did. Craig busted in and stopped me.

"No we don't do that any more sweety. He took my arm and led me to the shower. He washed me scrubbing every inch. Then applied lube to my ass again. He pushed me against the wall and drove his cock in my ass with one thrust. The water started to get cold but he didn't slow. Just stood back and let the cold water hit me full. I was shivering from the cold. As Craig again pumped his load into me. He took me to his room again. He tossed me on the bed. He stood over me his cock still semi hard. I sensed what he wanted and sat up and took him in my mouth. I had never sucked a real cock. But I so wanted this. I soon took almost all of him in my mouth as he grew harder i wasnt able to take more then a few inches. I came all over the bed as he came in my mouth. I gagged and it spewed out the corners of my mouth. I swallowed the rest then licked him clean. I found myself returning to shower to clean up. When I got out Craig was gone. I changed the sheets. I spent the day wondering about what I had done. I got hard thinking about Craig fucking me again. Before I had to go to work at the. I found myself checking out other guys, on. The bus, fellow Co workers. Just yesterday I had been fantasizing about my female co workers. And now all I could think about was getting fucked by big cocks.

I got home it was 2am. I just showered and went to bed. I was woken sun shining thru my window and Craig crawling in my bed naked.

"You didn't come to my bed last night he said pulling me tight and kissing,my neck half asleep I immediately got an erection. I felt his cock press against my ass. I was tired I had only slept a fewhours. Craig and i had very different schedules.

"Suck my cock before I have to go to work" he said softly in my ear. I groaned I hadn't liked it yesterday. But how could I say no. I rolled over and slid down taking his erect cock in my mouth. I tried to do things girls had done to me over the years. Even stopping to lick his balls. Eventually he tensed and I was rewarded with his load again. Had opened my mouth this time catching his load rather then trying to swallow. It worked and I swallowed his load after. He pulled me close but didn't kiss me on the lips instead on my forehead. Then got up and left me to go back to sleep. I started to play with myself needing to cum so I could sleep. I must of moaned or something because Craig burst in and pulled off the covers he slapped my hand.

"My bitch doesn't play with herself" he yelled. He looked so mad. I was actually afraid. He looked at my face.

"I am sorry Paulie, I just don't want you touching yourself, if you need sex come ask me" he said so softly touching my face.

"But I have to go now sweety, can you wait?" He asked I just nodded. As he turned to leave. He stopped and ran his hand over my chest.

"Have you ever thought about, you know being smooth. All this hair makes you itchy. His hand ran down over my crotch and down ,y leg as well. Before he smiled and left. I laid there for a while before falling back to sleep. I woke several hours later and took a shower. I shaved in the shower as a habit and as I did I thought about what Craig had said. I shaved the little tuff of hair just below my chin. But then did my left nipple area. I found it erotic and had to do the right side I looked dumb. I got out and checked the mirror. It looked wierd having a little bit of hair on my stomach and none on my chest I thought. I grabbed a pair of scissors. And trimmed the hair. But then trimmed my pubic region. I shaved my stomach but stopped. This was going to far.

I had time and found myself searching my phone, could someone just instantly change sexual preference. I got bored reading theory about bisexuality. And found myself on a gay porn site. After ten minutes I was into twinks. Even Sissies. It all aroused me. Which disturbed, e even more. It was time for work. On the bus ride I watched men. Especially smaller or submissive looking men. Where they wearing panties. Then other men, boxers? Briefs? I found myself wondering not only how big their cocks might be but what they wore, what color where they. After work I went home and showered thinking about Craig sleeping in the next room I shaved my puboc hair off. It felt odd but cooler as well. I crawled into Craig's bed naked. Hoping he would wake up. But he slept just hugging me subconsciously at one point. He woke me. Sun barely up. I had not been asleep long. He rubbed lube on my ass. I just laid there on my side as he moved me into the position hewanted. Then worked his big cock in my ass. I just let him fuck me. Moaning as he did. He bit and sucked my neck. His fingers pinched my nipples. I could feel him getting close but he slowed and stopped.

"I love little faggot boys, that's what you want to be isn't it" he whispered in my ear biting it ever so gently.

"I read about twinks and sissies" I moaned.

"I bet you did. That's what you want to be for me isn't it?" He said he emphasized this but shoving his cock hard and deep into my ass.

"Yeeesss" I moaned.

"Sissies shave off all their hair like Daddy says" he told me.

"I understand" I moaned as he started to fuck me again. He picked up the pace and soon was pumping his seed into my ass again. He pulled out and grabbed something from his nightstand. Suddenly he shoved something hard into my ass.

"To hold me inside you" he said and kissed me. Then got up to shower. I reached back and felt something hard. Must be a butt plug I thought as I laid there my cock straining I so wanted to touch myself.

I again found myself reading. "How to be a proper sissy" I read about chastity, and crossdressing. Did Craig want me to dress uo for him. I couldn't sleep and got up. We had a tub in that apartment but we never used it. I removed the plug it was alot smaller then it felt. Now I found myself filling it up. I got in and spent the next hour shaving my legs, ass, pits. Even my arms. I felt electric just running my hands over my body. I felt naughty as well and tested several headless pics to Craig.

"My naughty little bitch" he texted back. I curled up into his bed. The smell of him. I finally fell asleep.

When I woke I was even more excited, I wanted Craig to let me cum tonight. So I left early for work. I found myself in Walmart. I circled the storr several times. Wandering past ladies intimates. I wanted to buy something pretty. I even went on line to see about size to buy. But I couldn't even pick one up. No way I could pay for panties. I finally just pretended to be cutting through and grabbed a pair of sexy panties I had admired from far. I realized as I picked it up it was a set of three but kept walking. I tucked them under my coat and picked up windshield washer fluid. Which I paid for. And walked out stealing the panties. I didn't even own a car. I thought as I took the panties off the hanger at the far end of the parking lot and stuffed them in my pocket. And went to catch the bus to work.

I tried to focus at work till one of the waitress came in and told me there was someone asking about me at the bar. I went to see who it could be and saw Craig standing there having a drink. I approached him all cool.

"Hey man" I started. He just smiled. And grabbed me pulling me into his arms he kissed me deep and hard. I heard a gasp from the bartender. And a few ahhs from people looking on.

"I just couldn't wait to see you" Craig said as he released me head swimming and despite being throughly embarrassed I was rock hard for him. I only had a moment.

"Craig" I wined embarrassed looking around at who else saw. But he pulled my collar a bit and smiled. I excused myself and rushed to the bathroom. I tried to lose my erection but also noticed the deep hickys he had left on my neck this morning. I got lots of smiles and a round of applause as I went back to the kitchen the news had spread quickly. And I became the reason for jokes for the evening.

After work I usually caught the last bus home but I found Craig waiting for me in his warm car. I had the gallon washer fluid.

"What's that?" He asked. I blushed. And told him the story as he drove.

"I can't wait to see them" he said like a little kid on Christmas. When we got home I showered like usual to get rid of the restaurant smells and picked out the pink panties I had been looking at for the first time I realized it was a thong. I put it on and found Craig in bed waiting. I was embarrassed to show him at first but he insisted. He then pulled me into his bed.

"Craig you have to go to work and tell them it was all some kind of prank" I begged.

"No, you are mine now" he told me. Wasting no time shoving his cock in me. I had already started to be accustomed to him. He kept switching positions. I was his play thing. Eventually I found myself riding him cowgirl style. As I did I loved it something grew in me. Different then the first time but I came. All over him. I couldn't stop I just kept sliding him in and out slowly as my dick leaked not shooting but oozed out of me. I collapsed on him. He rolled me over and quickly finished inside of me. I laid there thinking he smelled so good.

I woke up the sun already high in the sky, I hears Craig he was home.

He was home moving my stuff. Into his room. But somethings he packed for storage.

"Good you are up, we are going shopping" he told me. He waited till oil got dressed then rushed me out. First stop was a lingerie store. I was beet red when he walked me in introduced us and told the two sales woman that I had just discovered panties and needed more.

The giggled mostly at my discomfort as they ushed me away and had my boyfriend go wait outside. They asked me about colors and styles. They explained everything to me.

"How about bralettes?" Gina asked.

"A what?" I said as Gina handed me a lacy tee-shirt bra thing. Amy suggested stockings, nightgowns, corsets, I wasoverwhelmed.

"I dont know this all very expensive" I told them. Amy left and came back a few minutes later.

"Craig says you can have it all" she held up his credit card. I left with two huge bags of lingerie. Craig just smiled. And led me straight into a perfume store. He had already chosen several different ones he liked. I picked one and he sprayed it one me and bought the bottle. He wasn't done.

"I made you an appointment at a salon. I really like it if you went" he said. I couldn't say no. As I sat in the chair the girl, Amber went over everything. Craig had asked for.

"So a Mano, pedi also blonde highlights. And eyebrow wax" she asked. I swallowed hard and nodded. First the hair. It took forever I thought as my hair was wrapped in wierd foils. Then they did my nails as we waited. They didn't even ask as they painted my toes and fingers pink. They had added fake nails as well. As they shaped my eyebrows I realized I didn't even look like a man. When they rinsed out my hair. I was terrified, I looked like some crossdressing freak. But Craig loved it and kissed me picking me up he spun me around.

"I hope you like what I am wearing under my clothes right now" I teased as he drove home. He smiled and drove faster.

"Dance for me" he asked as we got home. He wanted me to strip. He turned on music and I tried i felt silly. But as I got down to my new red. Lace thong and bralette He was excited. I dropped and pulled his cock out. I sucked his cock right there in the living room.

Craig made alot of changes over the next few weeks, including having me quit my job. The more comfortable I became with how I loomed the more he added. Soon I wore nothing but skirts and dresses. Occasionally some tight fitting jeans. And yoga pants to the gym. Within two months I was living completely as a woman.

Craig paid for everything. I found out he owned the building we lived in. The day after we meet with a doctor about starting hormones. He flew me home to ask my parents if he could marry me.

My parents where are a bit of a shock but loved Craig and by the time the week was over gave their blessing. Mom even suggested breast implants before the wedding. Craig loved the idea.

well I have to go plan a wedding. Love ya all

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wordbunch · 1 year

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the fellowship in a college dorm

a/n.... uhhHHH this is a thing..... i have nothing to say in my defense. have fun 💛

warnings: mentions of alcohol and weed i guess? but literally just mentions.

Aragorn + Boromir: they actually bicker a surprising amount, but they’re the only ones allowed to talk shit about each other // every other night they accidentally end up talking until like 2 a.m. and having a heart-to-heart // neither of them likes cleaning but they will definitely grumpily do it when it’s their turn // Aragorn makes tea a lot and he has a collection with various tea flavors // also he is outside a lot so he isn’t even in the room that much and on the outside Boromir is like hell yes 😎😏 but actually he’s like 😔😔😔 // Boromir wants to have a pet but it’s not allowed so he feeds birds or stray cats outside // Aragorn will eat whatever is in the fridge, no matter how old, and miraculously never get sick // Boromir’s guilty pleasure are long showers // Faramir is the lil brother who studies abroad but likes to come visit and then he crashes in their room but he lowkey hates the mess and he gives the room a deep clean every single time // in return Boromir and Aragorn take him to cool places and buy him food and they act responsible when Faramir gets wasted (he is a total lightweight) // their room is right underneath Merry and Pippin and they often wonder WHAT is happening upstairs🤨 // generally they’re very decent neighbors to have except for when Faramir comes to visit, then they get up to shenanigans because they wanna be those Super Cool Big Brothers who do all sorts of “forbidden” things with the lil bro and living it up 🤪// surprisingly (or not??) Boromir is the one who always organizes things like ‘the secret santa’ for the dorm squad also he is the designated “bring the bluetooth speaker” guy // Aragorn likes to make and build DIY stuff + Boromir is prone to accidentally breaking things = bad combo // however it will usually get smoothed over with a beer or two, which is usually how they solve their lil conflicts 🍻

Legolas + Gimli: the LIGHTEST sleeper sharing a dorm with the one who snores like a truck and cannot be woken up, if not by a nuclear attack // Legolas immediately invested in ear plugs and he just lays down looking at the ceiling for hours on end while Gimli happily sleeps // Legolas tries to have aesthetically pleasing decorations and he definitely has quite a few plants on his side of the room, but he really. loves. stickers. so his aesthetic goes out the window pretty quickly, and suddenly there’s stickers everywhere // Gimli has posters of like, rock and metal bands on the walls and one pinboard dedicated exclusively to concert & festival tickets // he also likes to play loud music with open windows and sometimes Legolas wants to STRANGLE him, but eventually he realizes he will miss it when the semester is over (and he will miss the snoring too) 🥺🥺🥺// strands of fallen hair everywhere. everywhere. // also both of them have lots of hair products, but obviously for very different hair types so… chaos ensues if they accidentally switch them (accidentally? Merry and Pippin have entered the chat.👀) // Gimli eats all of Legolas’ leftovers // Legolas 100% asks super weird questions at like 3 in the morning and he most definitely has a 13 step skincare routine // once he was doing skincare in the middle of the night, because he can study well at night and then he needs to unwind, and fsr Gimli woke up and was scared shitless by Legolas in a face mask // Legolas lounges around in tights and always ALWAYS has a witty comment for any situation or person // out of everyone, they’re the pair of roommates with the biggest differences, but they bully each other affectionately the most and they bond A LOT over secretly talking shit about others; however, nobody else in the 500 mile radius isn’t allowed to say a single bad thing about their friends // Gimli will drink straight outta the carton/bottle/whatever, while Legolas uses fancy thrifted champagne glasses to drink WATER✨

Merry + Pippin: their room is the designated hangout place // more often than not there’s at least one more person in the room just chilling // also they got The Weed…so maybe that’s why?? ☘️☘️ // literally never a quiet moment // the room is a mess but it’s never dirty! it’s just organized chaos and both of them always know where everything is // posters, random trinkets, a collection of random bottle caps or something like that // Merry has fairy lights and quite a few books and he’s used to completely tuning out Pippin’s random rambling while reading/studying // Pippin sings in the shower (basically canon actually) and loses track of time and suddenly the whole floor is complaining about not having warm water // they go over to hang with Boromir when Aragorn is off to who knows where // they wear each other’s clothes almost always and have a pretty much shared wardrobe at this point // accidentally almost burned down or flooded the room more than once but they REALLY like scented candles!! // Merry has some miserable old acoustic guitar and thinks he is A Musician and Songwriter™ (everyone except Sam is like no <3) // pre-drinks before going out are ALWAYS in their room and then others accidentally leave some of their stuff there; the following week Pippin just appears in a band tshirt (of a band he doesn’t even know) that might have belonged to Gimli at some point… 🤫// when Pippin talks gibberish in his sleep, Merry records it and plays it during hangouts // Merry, Frodo and Legolas have a mini book club but a wildly different taste in books // when Pippin goes to someone else’s room, he will point at things on the shelves/walls and ask a hundred ‘and where’s that from’s’ 👀// so many times something (better than someone!) accidentally fell through the window and then Aragorn or Boromir caught it downstairs // they would really like a pet but they can’t so once Pippin caught a butterfly in a jar as a pet substitute, but felt too bad and released it almost immediately🥺 // Merry likes to play therapist for others but… take his advice at your own risk

Frodo + Sam: literally the quietest room ever, others sometimes wonder if they’re alive // of course Sam has as many plants on the windowsill as possible // Frodo has a nice little book collection and some old maps as wall decor and also he likes collecting nice stuff like postcards or magnets // they have an air humidifier and scented candles and it’s the coziest room for sleeping 😌😌😌// so their friends will gladly crash there for a nap, especially after an exam or a party // also they have some nice herbal soaps // obligatory classical/instrumental music for studying // Sam obviously uses the common kitchen the most, and he always makes too much of everything and then feeds his friends, and even leaves some leftovers in the kitchen so that others from the building can freely take it 💖// Sam and Aragorn are those that are called when something needs a quick fix, like a leaking tap in the bathroom or sth // Frodo is one of those people that are like, resident advice giver, but Legolas is surprisingly nosy?? so he will just drop by (with an obligatory snack) to listen to whoever is spilling their woes to Frodo // neither Sam nor Frodo really have the heart to yell at Merry and Pippin when they’re being too wild, but ONCE it was just too much and it was during exam season, and they enlisted Gimli to help them pull a prank in which he pretended to be a security guard threatening to throw out Merry and Pippin 😈// Gimli has a really soft spot for these two idk, he’ll be like “if anyone EVER bullies you-” // Sam falls fatally in love with someone every other week and he will literally sit by the window and sigh and stare into the distance while Frodo is trying not to die laughing // they have a little projector that they bring for movie nights // Frodo made a groupchat for all of them… resulting in even more tomfoolery <3

i’ll be sappy for a moment and say i’m grateful for all the fun and crazy times i’ve had in my dorm life... it’s been good thanks 4 everything 🥰

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Finding the courage – Tom Bennett x female!reader, Part 3

Summary: You spent a sheltered childhood in Brighton. Until the time when your father died. Your mother is overwhelmed with the role of caring mother, which eventually leads you to leave home and seek happiness elsewhere. But you have not in the least anticipated what or who awaits you in your new adopted home.

Pairing: Tom Bennett x fem!reader

Warnings: In some parts Smut as well as Violence. There will be an extra warning for the respective parts.

Author’s note: Hey you (:

This short Tom Bennett story is based on the request that was sent to me.

The story takes place before the first season of World on fire. I hope you will enjoy the story! English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Word count: 3.8k

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Other stories of mine

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With your backpack on your back, you make your way to the Bennett house. It is still early in the morning, but the city is beginning to wake up. Many people are already on the streets, trying to get to work in a hurry. Here and there a few groups of children run across the streets to get to school on time. Conversations and laughter fill the streets.

You walk down the street that leads to the Bennett house. You pass all the other houses that are close together in this street. When you arrive at the Bennett house, you knock.

Lois opens the door for you and smiles, "Good morning y/n!"

You smile at her, "Good morning Lois."

As you step into the house, you notice that Lois is about to leave for work. Mr Bennett peers out of the kitchen into the hallway, "Good morning!"

"Good morning Mr Bennett!" you smile.

"I've written you a list of things that need to be done. Just do as much as you can manage!"

You nod at her

"Where you'll find the cleaning supplies and other stuff, I've also written down for you... Oh! I have to go! See ya later!"

She calls out to her father from the hallway and then hurriedly leaves the house.

You go into the kitchen and see Mr Bennett getting ready for work as well.

He smiles at you as you enter the kitchen.

"Thank you again, Mr Bennett, for allowing me to work here."

He laughs a little, "Thank you for working for us free of charge"

"Well, I get food for it," you smile at him.

He smiles, " I have to go now... Don't be scared, my son is still asleep upstairs. He probably will be for a while as he came home late... So, don't get scared!"

And with those words, Mr Bennett also says goodbye and goes to work.

You get to work as well and fetch the cleaning supplies that Lois has written down for you. You work through one task after the other. Around noon you discover the radio in the kitchen and switch it on. While you are dusting, you dance to the music in the kitchen.

"Hey Lois! Don't you have work to do? What are ya... Well... Hello?"

You turn to the stairs, startled, as the voice rings out. Frozen, you stop as you see your yesterday's saviour standing on the stairs, those beautiful blue eyes looking back at you.

"Did you like me so much to follow me, love? You could have come upstairs with me, I wouldn't have complained"

He grins at you and you look at him indignantly, "I don't think that's why I'm here," you retort.

He laughs, "Calm down love. I've been kidding ya. But what are you doing here?"

You clear your throat briefly, "I work here now. Well, sort of."

"Working?" he looks irritated.

"Well, I help your sister with the housework and in return I get to eat with you in the evening"

He smiles, "Mmmhm... so we're always here together during the day now?"

You blush slightly, "Well if you don't have a job... yes?"

He laughs softly, "This is going to be fun love."

He slowly walks back up the stairs.

"Where are you going?" you immediately bite your tongue... Why do you ask him that?

He pauses and looks at you with a grin, "I want to shower... want to join me?"

Your cheek turns a deep red, "Of course not!"

He laughs loudly and goes up the stairs, "But the colour of your cheeks says otherwise, love"

You close your eyes and have to sit down.

When Tom arrives upstairs in the bathroom, he quickly locks the door. He has to take a deep breath. He expected many things, but not to find you in his kitchen. He almost fell backwards down the stairs when you were suddenly there, moving to the music. He was desperate to see you again, but he hadn't expected to see you so soon. He grins in the mirror as he thinks of what an exciting time he has ahead of him.

You are sitting at the kitchen table cutting the vegetables for dinner. Upstairs you hear the water running in the shower. After the water has been running for some time, you blush slightly as the thought creeps into your mind that he is upstairs, naked in the shower. You quickly push the thought aside as Tom suddenly comes down the stairs.

He stops at the bottom of the stairs and you look up. His hair is still a little wet and you are tempted to just brush through it.

He lights a cigarette, "I'll be out for a moment, but I should be back for dinner."

You look at him questioningly.

"Well, in case you want to ask where I'm going," he winks at you.

You stick your tongue out at him and he laughs.

As he walks towards you, your heart almost stops.

"By the way, I'm Tom"

He holds out his hand to you. When you want to take his hand, he takes yours and gently turns it. A light kiss lands on your knuckles.

Heat rises in your cheeks.

"Do you have a name too?" you hear him whisper, while your hand still lies gently in his.

"Yea... I‘m y/n"

"Hello y/n," he looks into your eyes for a moment and you don't dare breathe.

"But now I have to go, I'll see you later love".

You don't have time to answer, Tom has already left the house.

Love... No one has ever called you that before, but the way it comes out of Tom's mouth, you kind of like it.

Shortly afterwards Lois comes home, "Heey! It's me," echoes through the hallway.

You smile as she enters the kitchen.

"So, did everything work out?"

You nod, "Of course, I got everything done."

"Great! You've already started preparing dinner... You're a darling!"

Together you are now taking care of the dinner preparation, when Lois suddenly looks at you from the side.

"Have you met my brother yet?"

You blush slightly and Lois laughs, "I'll take that as a yes."

You can't help grinning.

"I know his comments are a bit inappropriate sometimes... and you're pretty, you'll probably get a lot of pick-up lines from Tom... But he's a really good person," she smiles sweetly at you.

As the front door opens and Mr Bennett steps into the hallway, "Hello you two," he calls to you from the hallway.

You greet him as he steps into the kitchen with a newspaper under his arm. He sits down at the kitchen table and flips through his newspaper.

You eat together and talk a lot. Mostly it is just you and Lois talking, but Mr Bennett is pleased that there is such a relaxed atmosphere in the house.

When Lois suddenly asks you, " Where do you live, y/n? Somewhere around here?"

You sigh, "Mhm, well, I haven't found a room yet. But it's the next thing I want to do! And in the industrial area, behind the factory, I found a small house. It's quite spacious and there's a comfortable sofa in it."

Mr Bennett looks up from his newspaper, which he has turned back to after eating, "No, that's out of the question. You can sleep here"

Your eyes grow wide, " Mr Bennett, that is not necessary. It's already too much that I'm here during the day and get to eat with you in the evening!"

But Mr Bennett just shakes his head, "No. Absolutely not. A young woman should not have to sleep alone on the industrial area. You can sleep here, that's no problem at all."

You have to smile, "Thank you Mr Bennett."

He smiles at you, "And please call me Douglas... "Mr Bennett" makes me look even older than I really am, doesn't it?"

You laugh together.

"You can sleep here on the sofa, I'll give you a pillow and a blanket" Lois strokes your shoulder.

As Tom suddenly steps out of the hallway into the kitchen, "Well what do I hear, we have a sleeping guest?"

You bite your lip a little, just briefly, but Tom notices.

"Leave her alone Tom. Isn't your presence needed in some pub?"

Tom grins at his sister, "It's ladies night tonight. I have too much in my crotch for that to gain entry."

You blush as Lois smacks him against his arm. Douglas just sighs, but doesn't look up from his paper.

"Besides, y/n, you can sleep in my bed. I'll sleep on the sofa", Tom suddenly turns to you.

You look him straight in the eye for the first time that night, "What? I can't steal your bed"

Tom lights a cigarette, "It's not stealing if I offer it to you. Besides, you girls can chat and giggle until late into the night... and if I do want to go to bed, I can always just lie down with you and keep you company," he winks at you.

You look at him in shock, but still you feel yourself getting warm.

"Oh shut up Tom! Don't worry y/n, he won't come into our room"

Tom walks out of the kitchen laughing and sits down on the sofa in the living room.

Lois takes your hand and walks with you to the first floor. She leads you around and shows you the first floor. Meanwhile, Tom has made himself comfortable on the sofa in the living room and Douglas has gone to his room.

First she shows you the bathroom. It is a small bathroom, but it is sufficient. Next to the small shower there is a shelf on the wall where she creates space for the things you need. Through the small corridor she leads you to a room. It must be her room, which she usually shares with Tom, because there are two beds, one on each wall. In the middle of the room is a cord with a sheet hanging from it to divide the room in two. There is a small window in the middle of the wall.

"It will be more pleasant with you as a roommate"

You have to laugh for a moment, "Why is that?"

"Tom has taken to climbing through the window when he comes home late at night. The first few times I was so scared, but now it's annoying when he wakes me up," she smiles at you.

You look around the room a little as Lois makes room for your thing in her wardrobe. When your mind suddenly wanders and you have to imagine that Tom normally sleeps here …

"I know it's only a small room, but we love it," you hear Lois say as she snaps you out of your thoughts.

"No, Lois, it's perfect! And a thousand times better than the little sofa I slept on," you smile at her.

Soon you'll be in bed. You talk and giggle for a while, but eventually Lois falls asleep. You lie awake in bed and cannot fall asleep. You turn back and forth in the sheets, but Tom's scent is in your nose and it keeps you awake. You like his naturally somewhat sweet scent, which has a hint of cigarette smoke. Even though he is preventing you from falling asleep, you enjoy his natural scent in your nose. You have to grin as you press your head into the pillow.

But when you still can't fall asleep after what feels like an eternity, you decide to get yourself a glass of milk. Quietly you get out of bed and go downstairs. As you stand in the kitchen, you glance towards the living room, but the door is ajar and there is no light to be seen.

You go to the fridge and pour yourself a glass of milk. Lost in thought, you stand at the kitchen window and look out over the small backyard. The moon is high in the sky and shrouds the backyard in a faint silver veil.

"Can't you sleep?"

Startled, you turn around and Tom is standing there. Just in his boxer shorts.

"Mhm no-o, not really", you stutter a little.

He smiles, "Maybe I should have kept you company after all?"

You blush slightly, but try to keep a clear head, "In your little bed? Then neither of us would have really found any sleep"

He chuckles, "That would really have had other reasons"

You look at him, startled.

"Love, I can see your red cheeks glow even in the dark."

You snort and sit down at the kitchen table, "Are you always this cheeky?"

He smiles, "Only when I want to get someone's attention."

You shake your head but have to suppress a smile.

"Have you maybe tried just being nice and not always trying to make the other person uncomfortable?"

He sits down at the kitchen table with you, "Are you uncomfortable with me?"

Even in the darkness you can see his blue eyes. But your gaze falls on his chest and although only the moon shines through the kitchen window, you see how defined his muscles are. How his arm muscles move slightly as he slips a pencil through his fingers that was lying on the table. You could stare at him for hours, but you pull yourself together when you realise he is looking at you questioningly.

"No..." you say softly and he smiles at you.

"Okay, I'll try to be nice. How come you're so good at running a household and cooking?"

You smile, "You're really interested in that?"

He nods, "I'm nice and I want to know more about you."

You laugh softly, "Well, my mother was a lot... "busy". And I had to make sure that my big brother and I had something to eat. And yes, the house had to be cleaned as well"

"Your mother was "busy"?"

You nod and look to the side and Tom can tell you are uncomfortable.

"Okay, so then you helped take care of your big brother?"

You laugh slightly again, "That's a funny way to put it. But yes, in a way I did."

Tom smiles at you, "Where's your brother now?"

"I think in London," you say a little thoughtfully.

"So he's gone away too?"

"Yes... we both sought our fortune elsewhere"

"And... are you having any success?", and although you don't look up, you hear him smile.

You laugh again, "I can't tell yet"

Slowly you stand up and put your glass on the sink.

"But you met me", and again the cheeky grin is on his lips.

"Yes, and as I said, I can't tell yet".

He clutches his chest painfully, "Oh... Love... My heart aches… You are so harsh!"

You laugh again and you like the fact that he always seems to make you laugh.

"Good night Tom," you head for the stairs.

And you can hear him saying quietly into the room, "Good night love..."

Time has gone by faster than you would have thought. It's been a few weeks since you were accepted into Bennett House and you can't help but say it feels like home. Well, the way home should feel.

You enjoy Tom being at home in the mornings. You don't really know why his presence is so pleasant, but you just enjoy it.

As soon as you come down to the kitchen in the morning, it doesn't take long for Tom to show up as well. You talk about all sorts of topics and Tom always manages to make you laugh. It even happens sometimes that Tom gives you a hand and helps you around the house.

He even manages to refrain from his pick-up lines for a while. But, although you wouldn't admit it, you kind of like them. Every time a pick-up line leaves his lips, a warmth floods your body that seems to peak in your cheeks.

Yet sometimes, when he came home late at night, he is not in the kitchen with you in the morning. After a while, when he doesn't show up in the kitchen, you carefully poke your head into the living room for a moment and see him sleeping peacefully. The sight pleases you. Mostly he is lying on his stomach, his face pressed into the pillow, his hair a mess from sleeping and the blanket slipped down to his waist. Then you go over to him quietly and nudge him gently. Sometimes it needs a few more nudges, but eventually he responds. If he doesn't try to pull you to him on the sofa "Because he needs morning cuddles", you send him upstairs so he can sleep in peace. Often he just mumbles "Thank you, love" and trudges upstairs.

One morning Tom is sitting with you at the breakfast table. He smokes, you drink a cup of tea and leaf through a magazine. You have already done most of your work and so Tom has persuaded you to take a little break.

He watches you for a while as you leaf through the magazine, taking a sip of your tea now and then. He hates to admit it to himself, but rarely has he found a young woman so beautiful. Your big green eyes are a dream, every time you look at him he could lose himself in them. Your full lips, which look so soft that he has to pull himself together not to kiss you immediately. And your dark blonde curls that fall over your shoulders and frame your face perfectly. He also can't miss how flawlessly your clothes fall over the curves of your body, accentuating them perfectly.

And yet you are so shy, almost innocent. You blush immediately when he says something cheeky or gets a little too close to you. That often happens because he likes to sneak up behind you. Every time you turn around and suddenly find yourself standing right in front of him, you hold your breath and blush. He loves this sight. But this beautiful moment only lasts for a short time, because you then hit him against his chest and then ask him to stop.

But what he loves almost more is when your cheeky nature comes out. When you say something cheeky to him because he wanted to tease you with something. And that shows him that you can't be as innocent as you seem.

He can't deny it, he finds your innocent nature hot and it almost magically attracts him. He is almost as magically attracted to your physical appearance. When you scurry around the house doing your work and he secretly watches you, which he doesn't even notice at first. How your light dress sometimes reveals a little more of your thighs when you reach for something and bend forward a little. How your hair falls in your face or sticks to your skin wet with sweat when you scrub the floor. Most of all, he would love to be responsible for your hair sticking sweatily to your skin. He has to stifle a grin.

When he sees you sitting there, he realises that he doesn't really know anything about you. He watches you lightly biting your lower lip while reading an article in the magazine. He loves this sight.

"Y/n?"

You look up and give him a curious look.

"Why did you sleep on the industrial area?"

You hesitate at first. You are uncomfortable talking about it and actually you were quite happy that you did not have to talk about it until now.

"Mhmm... I couldn't stay with my mother any more... because she was "busy". And then I had to look for something new."

"And then you go to Manchester?"

"Yeah? This is where the train stopped."

He tilts his head a little, "So it was pure coincidence that we met?"

You nod and smile a little.

"Then I guess I should start going to church."

You laugh a little, "What? Why?"

"Well to thank God you ended up here in Manchester," he grins at you.

You blush slightly again, "Stop fooling around, Tom..."

He looks at you again questioningly, "Was your mother ill? So... because you were running the household there and eventually left..."

You look at him, you're afraid to talk about it.

As he continues, "Because... my mother was sick... She died when I was little. I felt a closeness to her that I couldn't build up with anyone else afterwards. When she was gone... there was an emptiness inside me..."

Tom looks down at his hands, at the cigarette lying between his fingers.

You look at him and see the pain in his face that you know only too well. You would like to take him in your arms now.

"My mother is not ill..." he lifts his head and looks into your face "but my father was."

Your eyes offer each other comfort.

"He was always there for me... and when he got sick, it wasn't long before he died. My world came crashing down. My mother was still there, but we didn't have the best relationship. She tried to earn money through different ways... but when she started seeing men..." You suddenly stop, you've never talked openly about this with anyone before and you just look at Tom, startled.

He looks you straight in the eye and you see that he somehow seems to understand your pain.

"... She spent "time" with men?" you hear him say softly.

You just nod and breathe a little harder.

Suddenly you see anger in his face. You feel the fear inside you that he might not like you any more.

"Has anyone ever touched you?", his hand suddenly grips the packet of cigarettes lying on the table, as if he needs to hold something to keep his hand busy.

But you shake your head, "No, Tom. She wanted... me to make money with her... but then I left..."

"... and ended up in Manchester?"

You nod.

He smiles slightly and you hear him sigh as he suddenly gets up from his chair and sits down in the seat next to you. He takes your hand in his and lets his thumb wander over your soft skin. You blush slightly, "Y/n, nothing will ever happen to you... I won't let anyone lay a hand on you, okay?"

Now you have to smile, "Tom... Why?"

He grins slightly, "I don't know... you're so... gentle and I can't let anything happen to you. I couldn't bear it..."

He looks into your eyes as he gently continues to caress your hand. You smile and bite your lip slightly as you feel the warmth spread through your core.

When suddenly a "Heey, it's me!" sounds from the hallway.

Tom pulls his hand back and stands up. You turn your attention back to the magazine in front of you.

"Lois! Ey! Do you always have to be so loud?" and he slowly walks up the stairs.

As Lois enters the kitchen, you smile at each other.

"Shall we cook?" she asks you.

"Yes with pleasure! I'm starving"

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applejuicefruit · 1 year

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reader being sick and having bad period pains so her boyfriend kylian takes care of her please💓💓 i love your writings 💓

I loved writing this ⭐️

Thank you for requesting this! It feels a little bit personal to me because I’m currently under some medication due to my bad period pains and I might need a surgery so basically reader’s pain is my pain since i had to call an ambulance last week due to my pain 🥲 differences between me and reader is that i don’t have kylian to comfort me 🥲

Cuddles make everything better

The moment you woke up you knew that time of the month had come. Kylian left early to go to practice so you turned around in bed only to see his side being empty and cold. You wished you didn’t have to leave the warmth of your bed but your lower belly pain were killing you so eventually you got up and went straight into the bathroom.

Once you got up you saw a blood stain on the sheet and you cursed yourself for always getting Kylian’s sheets dirty.

Every. Fucking. Month.

You showered and changed yourself with clean clothes and eventually you change the sheets with some clean ones and putting the old one in the laundry.

It took you almost 20 minutes to do all that and you were already tired.

But now that you were up you decided to have some breakfast so after you could take your painkillers.

That’s exactly what you did.

The only exception was that this month your period was ten times worse and painkillers were basically doing nothing to help you. Instead they made it worse.

It’s been two hours since you got up and took your painkillers and still they had no effect on you.

Your belly was hurting. Your back was hurting you couldn’t even stay sit or lay down on the couch but if you tried to stand up then your bones would hurt. You had no idea of what to do. You felt nauseous, your head was killing you and you were seriously thinking of calling an ambulance.

Instead you were to lazy to even go and grab your phone so you decided to just lay on the couch hoping it would pass.

But four hours later the pain was getting worse and worse you started crying.

You wrapped your hands around your stomach trying to keep it warm but eventually your hands started to shake because of your cries.

You were so desperate and alone you really thought about calling an ambulance.

You were so deep in your cries you didn’t hear the front door opening and Kylian trying to say hello to you. Instead he saw you crying on the couch, face thrown into the pillows and your hands around your stomach. He always knew your period pains were bad and he saw you cry a few times but he never saw you like this.

It broke his heart wishing he could take your pain away.

“Babe?” he called you sitting next to you on the couch

“Kyky you’re home!” you said with a shaking voice, looking up from the pillows to his face and the moment he saw your face he swore he could have died in that moment. Your eyes red and puffy from crying, your hands shaking a bit and you trying to smile just for him

“Oh baby why didn’t you call me?” he asked you

“You were training…I didn’t want to bother you”

“You know you’ll never bother me” he said running his hands on your back trying to soothe you

“I know it’s just…this time is worse” you said, your voice cracking a bit

“Babe why don’t you go to bed?” he said and you nodded but then you tried to stand up everything hurt you “okay, come here…” he said picking you up bridal style and carrying you into the bedroom.

He gently laid you on the bed and put some blankets over you.

“Just wait for me” he said leaving the room and you nodded.

He came back 10 minutes later with an hot cup of green tea and some water for you. He also got you all the snacks you loved the most and your favorite teddy bear.

“Baby…” you said to him almost tearing up

“Everything for you baby…I love you so much” he said laying next to you on the bed and kissing your forehead

You melted into the kiss and started drinking your tea.

Once you’ve finished it you felt more relaxed but still your belly hurt and you had no idea of what to do.

Kylian kinda sensed your discomfort so he simply put one of his hand on your lower stomach and started massaging gently, being careful of not applying too much pressure. The warmth of his hand helped you a bit with your pain and you were really grateful for him.

“Why don’t you sleep for a bit” he said and you nodded closing your eyes “pizza will be here when you wake up” he added kissing your cheek and you smiled a bit.

You fell asleep on his chest.

His hands still around your body, massaging your back and stomach, he would press some kisses on your head and he would massage your head too.

You couldn’t wish for a better boyfriend. He was so patient with you, taking his time in taking care of you and your needs, he wouldn’t judge you. You just loved him too much and you felt forever grateful for having him by your side.

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nerdieforpedro · 2 months

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It’s not that crazy of an idea

Chapter One of “Come live with me Angel” Series

Benny Miller x Diana (plus size OFC)

This fic is for readers 18+ MDNI

Word Count: about 2.2k

Summary: Bailing your friend Benny out of jail isn’t what Diana counted on for her night. She also didn’t count on needing to explain anything to him either.

Warnings: mention of jail/county, mention of violence, injuries from a fight, implied family issues, some pining (maybe)

Notes: I’ve had this idea for quite a while, a friends to lovers with our dear Benny Miller! I was finally able to make my ideas coherent. So here we are. 😆 We’re keeping it cute from now on, maybe. 🤔

Main Masterlist / Benny Miller Masterlist/ Come live with me Angel Series

“I’ll send you the money Diana, I just need you to go get him tonight before midnight. After midnight they’ll take him to county and we won’t be able to get him out until Monday.”

“Will, I mean I get why you can’t you’re out of state but I don’t know how to bail someone out of jail. Never done it. Like do I just someone?”

A deep roll of laughter is heard on the other end of the phone as Diana sighed. This was not funny. It’s 10:45pm and there’s a little over an hour to bail Benny out of jail.

“I’m telling you, it’s fine. Just use the money I sent to you and bring him home. I’ll deal with him Tuesday.”

“Did he say why he beat the guys up? He took down three of them didn’t he? That’s a lot.”

“Not really for Benny. That’s an easy job for him. The problem is his current profession and history. He can be considered a deadly weapon. In some circles, but he’s just my idiot little brother that I need you to bring home. Just help him out.”

“...Okay Will. I just go to the central booking. I’ll do my best.”

“You’ll be fine Diana. You couldn’t fuck it up if you tried.”

“I’m glad you're confident. I’ll call you again when he’s home.”

Nothing exciting had happened on a Friday night for Diana. She came home from work, cooked dinner, watched some TV and then showered and put on a Hallmark movie. It was after she had dozed off when her phone vibrated on her lap. She never had the ringer on. It was Will. He had never called her and she didn’t know he had her number. He asked her to bail Benny out of jail. Pope was overseas advising some local government on security, Fish was on daddy duty and Will was in New Mexico speaking to new recruits and wouldn’t be back in time to get to Benny. She was the only option. As far she knew, Benny hadn’t had any trouble with the law for the last few years. He had been keeping his nose clean and in his MMA career. Will never answered her question about why Benny would send three men to the hospital. But she could ask him in person, she popped on a grogu t-shirt and black leggings with her sneakers and headed out, following the directions from her phone to a large imposing building.

She told the man at the gate who she was here to bail out which he snickered and allowed her in. She didn’t get why he did that but focused on parking her small blue car and headed inside. Diana was patted down twice on her way in, it disturbed her both times. Not that either officer did anything odd, she just wasn’t good with touches from people she didn’t really know. Eventually through different gates and several sleepy looking guards later, she arrived at the holding cells. They were behind another large gate. The woman at the counter looked to be close to retirement, the fluorescent light highlighted the purple in her blonde wig. Diana didn’t think that it was supposed to be that color, but gave her a warm smile. The woman’s orange lipstick twisted with her lips as she spoke.

“Who ya here for honey?” She asked with a slow drawl. A question she’d asked many a time over the years.

“I’m here for Benny. Ah, Benjamin Miller. He would have come from the Tipsy Cantina bar.” She answered softly, her hands squeezing her phone and wallet.

The woman chuckled and reached through the small oval opening at the bottom of the plexiglass to touch Diana’s hand. “Simmer down honey. First time? No one usually tells me that much info. Yer boy’s fine. Few scrapes and bruises. Tell him to keep his nose clean. I wasn’t supposed to see him again before I left this place behind and got my place in the glades.”

Diana nodded and let go of her phone, setting it down on the counter and held the woman’s wrinkled hand, her rings dug in a little bit but that was fine. At least there was a person here who was calming. The woman turned toward a tall guard with a long beard that was braided at the bottom. “Johnny, bring out the Miller boy. His lady friend is here. You got his bail honey?”

“Y-Yes. Right here. Um, do you take cash, credit or…”

“Any’s fine dear. Whichever ya got.”

Diana let go of the woman’s hand and put her debit card in it. The woman swiped it and took the amount of money that Will had told her the bail would be. She put the card back and heard several loud buzzes before hearing two gates open.

“He’ll be out shortly honey.” The older woman assured her. And he was, but watching him walk down the hallways toward her felt like it was at least ten minutes.

Benny was glad to be out of that small cell where he had been stuck for the last three hours. He swore he’d never end up back in here after the last bar brawl he’d been in with all the guys. At least in that one, Pope, Fish, and Will had been in here to make the time to go easier. He did strike up a conversation with a guy who got caught with a prostitute and they discussed beer of all things. Weird subject to talk about but better than listening to the other guy who clearly was high speaking about the aliens telling him to probe people. He didn’t have much with him, the one office gave him his jacket and wallet back along with his hat. Benny was expecting a stern talking to from his brother who said he was going to come up with the money. He didn’t mention how he was going to get here though. Will had left for New Mexico sometime last week and that flight was at least a few hours if they even had one coming out this way.

The MMA fighter was shocked to see who was here to pick him up. He wasn’t looking forward to explaining why he was here. It’s bad enough she knows he’s in jail, but did she bail him out? Did Will give her the money? She looked worried and scared, they still do pat downs and crap when you come in here don’t they? That might be why, or she could be scared of him now. She’s supposed to know him as fun-loving goofy silly Benny, except in the ring of course. He licked his bottom lip that had a cut on it and ran his fingers through his hair he’d let grow out to the base of his neck. The bruises and cuts were still fresh on his hands and face from the fight and there was a little dried blood on his white t-shirt, could have been from him or one of the guys he decked, wasn’t sure. Benny was going to say high at least but Diana wrapped her arms around his torso and hugged him tight. It hurt his ribs a bit since he had taken a few hits there, but bent down slightly to hug her back and patted her head.

“Hey Angel, sorry you had to come here. You alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He led with a weak joke that earned a sniffle instead of the chuckle he was hoping for. Diana looked up at him with her face tight. Instead of fear, now she was angry.

“Such a stupid joke Benny. Are you okay? You look worse than after a match! What the hell happened?” She asked as they let go of each other and walked over to the desk with the elderly woman. She handed Benny his wallet and jacket.

“You scared your girlfriend here Benjamin. I thought I wasn’t going to see you back here until I retired and went down to the glades.” She gave him a wry smile. He returned it and counted his money in his wallet before sticking it in his back jeans pocket and put on his jacket.

“Yes Ma’am. That was the plan but circumstances didn’t allow for that. Had those guys shut up, I’d be seeing you the next time me and the guys go fishing.” He answered and held the old woman’s hand.

“She seems sweet. Don’t worry her too much now.” She cooed.

“Ma’am. We’re not…” Diana went to clarify but shooed Benny away as he was given a final check by a nearby officer. She whispered to Diana as she took her hands and pulled her close.

“He’s impulsive but a good man. You came because you care. Get ya man hun.” She let out a long laugh as Diana felt her ears burn and nodded. Not that she disagreed with the woman but they’re friends. Have been for the last six months since they met at the Saucy Cantina bar. The pair left the building and Benny chuckled wondering how he was going to fit in her tiny blue hatchback car. Diana put her hands on her hips and said that if he wasn’t willing to sit up front, then he could lay in the back, just to be grateful that she came. Benny gave her another hug and told her that he was, though he still felt bad that she had to come and he knew that he’d interrupted a movie for her. Diana hated that he knew her routine so well already.

Being the goof that he was, Benny spread his long body across the backseat of the car and Diana drove, telling him to keep his shoes off the seats and he spoke about the new specials Ramon was starting at the Saucy Cantina. It wasn’t what she wanted to hear. She wanted to know what possessed him to beat up three men. It was clear Benny wasn’t up for talking about it right now. They arrived at her apartment where Benny could sleep on the couch and she would take him home tomorrow. As Diana unlocked her door, she had forgotten about the boxes though and how she’d have to explain them.

“So were you going to tell me that you’re planning on moving or just stop coming out with us and let me figure it out?” Benny asked, mimicking her with his hands on his hips as she had done.

“Well, my roommate is moving out with her boyfriend so I can’t afford this place on my own. It’s going to be an hour commute to work instead of thirty minutes and I planned on mentioning it eventually. I wasn’t sure how to tell you Benny.” Diana admitted. Her roommate still had some boxes to pick up so most of them were Diana’s. She needs to be out by the end of the month and planned to move back in with her mom for now.

“Why didn’t you just ask me? I got room. My house has three bedrooms and despite what you think I do clean, when I remember.” He flashed her a smile and she nearly said yes, but she’d be moving in with a man she had a crush on. What if he brings back someone? Will we have to talk about socks on doors?

No, no no no.

“I appreciate the thought Benny but it’s the most cost effective-”

“Are you sure you wanna move in with your mom? Didn’t you say you have issues with her and you two normally end up fighting?” Maybe she spoke to Benny too much about her family drama. She was seeing that now and she’d have to remember not to do that from now on.

“Can we talk about it tomorrow? Let’s just get some sleep.” Diana settles and walks to what will be her room for the next two weeks. Benny watches her walk away and waits until her bedroom door closes. He hears her on the phone and it sounds like Will since she said his name. It was short, just letting him know that he’s out. He then got a text from Will saying that they needed to talk when he got home.

“Ain’t shit to talk about that. I need to think about how I’m going to convince her to move in with me. It does sound crazy, but an hour away? That’s bullshit.” He removed his jacket, putting it on the back of the couch and set his shoes by the door. He laid on the couch and closed his eyes. Having Diana that far away bothered him for multiple reasons. Not only could he not just pop over to her place after practice, for a meal, movie or just to play some games with her. He would play his guitar sometimes because Will took it after his last visit to county. Benny had been able to convince Fish to bring his guitar over to Diana’s for safekeeping from his brother.

There’s too many things Benny wants to experience with Diana and to tell her. He’ll come up with a plan in the morning.

Hopefully.

Peeps who’d bail Benny out no questions asked ❤️: @tinytinymenace @laurfilijames @rhoorl @musings-of-a-rose @megamindsecretlair

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luigisblueoveralls · 1 year

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luigi doing oral on fem!reader, please.

You got it!

A Blissful Mess

Luigi x Fem!Reader NSFW

Summary: Luigi decides to treat you to a blissful evening.

Notes: NSFW, Luigi performing oral, hardly any plot, just Luigi being the kind and worshipping boyfriend he is.

I'm sorry if this is trash I wrote this at like five in the morning and wanted to get it out I just hope it is good for you and I also put a little bit of dominant Luigi in here too cause why not I feel like he would be dominant just once in a blue moon.

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Ever since you woke up this morning, you were absolutely horny for Luigi. You wanted him, you craved him, you wanted him to do his magic but unfortunately, he had to go to work and so did you. He had promised to make it up to you for tonight and you were going to hold him to that promise. You were counting down the minutes that Luigi would be home and since he was going to treat you tonight, you decided to make him a warm and hearty dinner as a way to pack him back before he even treats you. You just prayed that Luigi would have a decent day and not a bad one because if he is in a bad mood, then you didn't want to force him to give you oral. It was eventually time for Luigi to be home and by the time you finished his dinner, he had walked in through the front door.

"Ooo what smells so good in here?" Luigi asks as he hangs up his hat, gloves and takes his shoes off.

"Some hearty and warm lasagna!" You answer, bringing Luigi's plate to the dining table with a ice cold light beer.

Tomorrow would be Luigi's day off so you knew the beer was an okay choice.

"Why thank you, (Y/N). You didn't have to do this." Luigi reassures you but you place a kiss on his forehead.

"Well of course I did. You worked all day and it's only fair." You reassure him back and he smiled in response.

"You're so good to me." He softly said.

Even though you were doing this cause you really wanted him to get you off, but it is also cause you care for him and love him so much. He truly was the best guy you have ever been with. The two of you sat down and ate the delicious dinner you made. It was so good, that you were impressed with yourself. Once finished, you got up and started cleaning up the kitchen when Luigi came up from behind you and held your hips. You can tell he was hesitating for he hasn't done anything like this before.

"Yes, Lui?"

You can tell he was blushing because of his silence and his hesitation in his movements.

"You can touch me. I don't mind." You suggestively tell him, trying to give him a confidence boost.

You felt Luigi grab you by your hips softly and bring your butt onto his crotch. He was hard.

"I want to give you what I promised you this morning. You're still...horny, right?" Luigi asks you, with a hint of flustering in his tone.

"I very much am. I have been waiting for you all day, Lui."

You could feel Luigi's erection get harder from you saying that. It turned you on so much.

"I'll clean up the kitchen, my love. You have done so much for me so let me treat you for the night." Luigi told you.

You dropped whatever you were doing, turned around, and gave Luigi a deep, passionate kiss. Luigi softly moaned into your mouth from your actions, sending waves of euphoria to your body. You pushed your tongue into his mouth, exploring every inch of his mouth. Luigi didn't even fight back. He let you have your way with him. You could tell by the noises he was making, though, that he was enjoying every second of this. You then ran your fingers through his soft, short hair. It was greasy. He needed a shower, but it still felt so soft. You felt Luigi grab your shoulders, lead you to the couch, and make you sit down without breaking the kiss at all. Luigi pulled away and looked deeply into your eyes. You were ready.

"My lady," Luigi starts as he gets on his knees and spreads your legs apart, "do you still want this?"

"Yes. Yes, I do." You were practically begging for Luigi to pleasure you at this point.

Your clit was throbbing for him. You wanted him so badly. Luigi then starts to take your pants off. You weren't sure if he was doing it slow on purpose or not, but you were mentally screaming for him. Your pants were finally off, and all that was left was your underwear.

"Luigi, please." You sternly said.

"Please, what?" Luigi questioned you.

You were getting slightly irritated, but you also didn't want to irritate or piss Luigi off, so you took a deep breath in and then out to calm yourself.

“Please sir.” You utter as electricity runs through your body from wanting.

“Good girl, Y/N” Luigi says with a tiny hint of dominance as he kisses down your body, causing you to get wetter.

He looks up at you, beaming his blue eyes at you as he notices you getting wetter and you’re squirming.

“What’s wrong? Can't take it?" Luigi asks as he goes slow.

Oh, so he was being dominant for once? Interesting. You moan and bite your lip as your eyes meet his, you give him the fuck me eyes. Basically, you were nonverbally telling him to fuck you and get on with it. Luigi just smirked as his teeth tugged on your panties, his big blue eyes peering at you.

"Luigi, please." You were getting frustrated.

"What?" Luigi asked.

"I want you. Please." You begged.

Luigi's expression softened, going back to his usual self.

"Sorry. Couldn't help myself." Luigi softly said as he grabbed your panties and pulled them off of your body, the cold air hitting your wet vagina.

You were that wet for him. Luigi then touched your wet core, sending chills down your spine. You moaned softly at his touch. He wasn't even doing anything to you, but just feeling his touch made you feel so good. Luigi then stuck one finger inside of you, sending shockwaves throughout your body.

"L-Lui." You moaned, wrapping your legs around his head.

You brought his face closer to your core, wanting him so badly at this point. Luigi didn't mind it at all. He just wanted to make sure you felt good. Luigi began moving his finger all around inside of you, hitting every little nerve. He knew what to do to make you nearly cry out in pleasure.

"Is this good?" Luigi asks you for your approval.

"Y-Yes. More, please."

"As you wish."

Luigi then stuck another finger inside of you, filling you up.

"O-Oh. Oh, Lui." You moan deeply at his action.

Luigi twists and turns his fingers all around you, feeling every inch inside of you. He was going slow, whether it be on purpose or not. It still felt so good to you. Luigi then curved his fingers and hit your good spot.

"Oh, Lui!" You shouted at what he did.

Silently, Luigi chuckled to himself. He just knew what to do to make you feel good, and he was always proud of himself. Luigi then starts to rub his fingers roughly against your spot, making you twitch aggressively. He wasn't worried about being too rough, albeit you were so wet already that he was using you as a lubricant.

"Don't stop, Luigi. Don't stop, please." You beg of him.

It felt so great, the best ever even.

"I won't. I promise, my love." Luigi says deeply in a very romantic and passionate way.

Suddenly, you felt Luigi's tongue lick your entire core, making you cry out.

"O-Oh! Yes! Please!"

The feeling of Luigi's fingers penetrating you as well as his tongue licking your core and clit nearly overwhelmed you, but it didn't. It all felt right. Luigi went faster with his finger and tongue, and you could feel a deep, warm feeling building inside of you.

"Are you getting close?" Luigi asks.

"Y-Yes. Please don't stop. Hmhmm." You moaned, which nearly made Luigi cream in his pants.

He himself was super hard, and he nearly couldn't help himself.

"My love, is it okay if I relief myself while still relieving you?" Luigi asks.

The thought of Luigi rubbing himself while rubbing you turned you on so much.

"Y-Yes. Yes, you can." You approved his ask.

Before shutting your eyes from pleasure, you see Luigi reach his free hand down his pants while he continues to pleasure you. Your orgasm was coming strong, and it caused you to shut your eyes from the deep pleasure you were feeling.

"Oh Lui, oh Luigi." You moaned, which made Luigi moan into your clit causing you to nearly scream.

You never imagined that this would be how your night ended, but you weren't complaining at all. Suddenly, you were on the edge of your orgasm. Luigi's fingers were getting a little sloppy but his intense work on your clit with his tongue didn't change at all. He was getting close, too.

"Make me cum, Luigi. Please." You deeply moaned, which drove Luigi crazy.

"A-Are you close?" Luigi moans.

"Yes. Are you?" You ask, seeing that his body was trembling.

"Y-Yeah." He moaned, but immediately continued what he was doing with you.

He wanted you to cum first, so he slowed down his hand movements on himself to make sure you did cum first. The warm feeling spread out to your legs and your core. It was coming fast. Super fast. Oh there it was.

"O-Oh!! Oh Luigi, oh Lui!" You screamed out, your orgasm hitting you hard with intense pleasure.

You gripped the couch cushion and Luigi's hair as your orgasm continued to radiate throughout your body. As you caught your breath, you heard Luigi scream out in moans as he finished himself. You screaming his name out as you cummed was all it took. Your legs were so numb as well as the lower half of your body thanks to Luigi. It felt that good. It was perhaps the best he had ever done. Luigi pulled away from you, and you could see some leakage on his mustache.

"Oh damn, sorry about that." You shyly apologized, not thinking you could ever do that.

"No, it's okay. I'm just glad that I was able to make you feel that good." Luigi smiles at you.

Luigi cleaned himself up, as well as his face, and gave you a big kiss.

"Should we finish upstairs?" You suggest.

Luigi's face grows red. No matter how many times y'all have done the deed, Luigi still gets very flustered at the thought of it.

"S-Sure thing. Anything you want." Luigi accepts your request.

The two of you hurried upstairs and entered into a night full of bliss and love as well as for a possible noise complaint.

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I hope you enjoy it! Sorry for it being so late I had a busy week as well as a busy weekend but I hope you enjoy it!!

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hmshermitcraft · 4 months

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grian/mumbo/xisuma (implied polyhermits?), hurt/comfort, implied/vague gender dysphoria tw

mumbo knew it was coming. he knew from the way his skin was breaking out, and the way he felt light headed even while sat down, and the way every little thing was making him want to cry or become violently angry… his period was coming.

it didn’t come as often as most people’s and was quite irregular, but he was fit as a fiddle with very little stress day to day with a server full of loved ones willing to help with any stresses that may come his way. so, he was fine, right?

no. not at all. he could tell just from the early symptoms this would be bad. he’d blown up at several people for small mistakes or poorly worded jokes, both highly emotional from his hormones but also cranky because he could barely stomach food with how bad his cramps were getting.

so, to avoid hurting the ones he loved, he looked himself away in his vault in hopes of coping with his next days of misery all alone.

xisuma was immediately made aware of the incidents which has led to mumbo hiding himself away. none of the hermits were particularly upset with mumbo, they knew he was just in a bad mood (although no one knew why.) so, when mumbo didn’t leave his vault for more than a day, xisuma decided he’d has enough time to cool down and probably needed some support.

as he landed on the bridge by mumbo’s vault, grian came fluttering over to give his boyfriend and tight hug. “Hello, my love. are you here to check on mumbo?”

“Yes, would you like to join me?” Xisuma held Grian’s hands as the shorter nodded, then began leading him towards the vault.

A few knocks at the vault door were met woth silence, leading to Xisuma and Grian looking around for a few minutes before finding the button to unlock Mumbo’s vault door. They entered with ease, and would have been laughing at the slime blocks that had launched them if not for the state of mumbo’s vault.

it was totally dark, with his bed pushed deep into the corner as he layed there and sobbed. every mirror was covered, one by his suit jacket and a few others by blankets. everything was disheveled, some chests still open with clothes and books strewn around the floor. grian quickly pulled out a lantern and gripped xisuma’s hand tight as they walked towards the lump under mumbo’s blankets.

they quickly recognised the sobs to be mumbo’s and immediately jumped into action. grian placed down the lamp and began to clean mumbo’s floor. sure, he hated organising his own things but he’d happily help mumbo with anything (even cleaning.) meanwhile, xisuma began to gently rub mumbo’s arm from over the blanket, beginning to soothe the sobs coming from their sensitive boyfriend.

eventually, mumbo sniffled hard and poked his head out from under the blankets. “im sorry…” he immediately said, upon seeing both his boyfriends.

“mumbo, why are you sorry?” xisuma asked, cautiously bringing his hand up to stroke mumbo’s hair which he immediately leaned into.

“i’m sorry you guys had to come, you didn’t need to.. i was just gonna deal with this on my own, and i didn’t want anyone to see me like this.”

“Mumbo, you don’t have to deal with anything on your own ever! we aren’t ever gonna judge you or see you differently just because of this… you do know that, don’t you?” Grian came closer and took mumbo’s hand gently.

the three stayed close for a while, xisuma and grian holding mumbo close as he finally calmed down.

when he was calm enough, mumbo was able to get himself showered and into fresh pyjamas, despite the struggle to have to see himself like that. xisuma changed mumbo’s bedding and got him some extra pillows and plushies while grian made him some snacks, some water and strength potions. healing potions never usually helped with periods, as your body wasn’t damaged but extra strength did make the pain easier to cope with.

of course, once mumbo was truly feeling better they’d have to have a nice long talk about how he didn’t need to isolate himself and that the hermits were happy to support him through anything. and he had a few small apologies to the hermits he’d had a go at a few days earlier.

It's hard to think of anything when you're miserable and in pain. Grian and X may not have first-hand experience, but they can tell just by looking at Mumbo. Even with two extra bodies, it's hard to get through the worst of it.

Mumbo will want to be touched and cuddled. And then he doesn't want anyone even brushing against his skin whatsoever. He'll be absolutely ravenous for sugar and carbs and then feel sick and bloated.

It feels like one extreme to the next. But, with another day or so of hot water bottles, potions and experimenting with food, Mumbo can say he's past the worst of it. The idea of wearing anything tight fitting still makes him want to cry, but he's not confined to a single room anymore.

Grian and X are mostly concerned about Mumbo going through that every month (and the other hermits that menstruate) but Mumbo assures them it isn't usually like that! That was just a particularly bad one and he was stubborn and didn't think to do anything to lessen it-

Mumbo gets a kiss to shut him up. Time to get out the calender and start planning.

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meetinginsamarra · 7 months

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Whumptober Day 31 **Prompt Orgy - I used all four!** “emptiness, I thought I was getting better, take it easy, setbacks”

After a minute, John pulled Sherlock’s hands off his face, lowering them onto the bed and intertwined their fingers. He retreated his head a bit so that he could look Sherlock into the eyes again.

“You are right. But apart from this and in order to really move on we also have to keep talking to each other. Like we did here. As in actually talk, saying what we mean and feel. I know I am shit at it and so are you but this…,” John struggled to phrase, “this emptiness for words has to stop.”

“And here I thought I was getting better at the talking thing.” Sherlock deadpanned, not altogether jokingly.

“You made a brilliant start. I’ll give you this.”

“Thanks to Ella’s advice, that is.”

“Anyhow. Let’s keep this up, shall we? Maybe avoid a lot of misunderstandings in the future?”

“So, John, what do you imagine our future would look like?”

“Bright, I hope.” John grinned. “Seriously though, I thought a lot about this when I sat waiting beside your bed.” John let go of Sherlock’s hands and pointed his thumbs at himself. “Look at me here, telling you about my feelings.” He waggled his eye brows a bit, trying to make light of the situation because deep down he was very nervous about what he intended to say.

“I want to move back into 221b. I want to live with you again. I want to bring Rosie. I want us to be family. We could renovate 221c and use it for additional living space. I want to keep working at the clinic but only part-time so that I can help you with the cases and blog about it.” John took a deep breath. “What about you?”

There, I’ve said it. What I truly want. I’ve been given another chance and this time I will make good use of it. I swear! Restart our friendship with a clean slate. And maybe, eventually, there might be more, we could become more. I think I could be more than a friend if Sherlock wants. But no need to rush this. There will be time to figure this out if we take it easy with ourselves.

Sherlock looked at John, gaping, his mouth literally hanging open while all the blood in his body rushed into his head seemingly having decided to have a surprise party in his brain.

“I, I…” Colourful stars exploded behind his eyes and an incandescent shower of joyful sparks buried Sherlock’s heart in a thick layer of blissful warmth. “Yes! Yes! John, I want this too, very much!”

Oh God, yes! Come back to me John, we can be happy together, as friends and family. It will be more than I could ever have dreamed of when I came back after the fall. Let us take it slow and maybe I can show you how I really feel about you, carefully and safely, some time in the future. Maybe then we can be more than friends. But for now, it is more than enough. Much more.

“I have an idea.” John waited for a sarcastic remark but Sherlock just listened. “Let us both take a vow. There will be setbacks, you know. With us. We’re both not good with talk about feelings. We’re both not an easy person to live with. But we already know the worst about each other. So, I promise to do my best for making this work and not stop trying.”

“Yes, me too, John. I promise to never stop making 221b our home.”

Their words kept hovering in the air between them, heavy with meaning and full of promise. Much more than mere words in fact. Both were intensely aware of the significance what had been said and both thought that their promises had an uncanny resemblance to the marriage vow John had taken.

They hugged for long time after this, keeping each other close, unwilling to let go of this magical moment where their future together was about to start.

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chapter 7 "Dedication" is up (prompts 28-31)

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miniscrew-anon · 4 months

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I got sucked into playing Oxygen Not Included again and now it’s living rent free in my brain like the boys. Enjoy these extremely specific headcanons on them playing base building/resource management/colony sim games.

Sky - He plays like a normal person. Does his best to make his base thrive but makes all the beginner mistakes. His second attempt is way way better but nothing crazy. Never gets too deep into the mechanics. Only plays for a few hours and eventually stops because someone starts backseat playing.

Wild - Chaos. His base is somehow drowning, on fire, in the middle of a drought and freezing. All at once. Literally nothing is working and his little guys are all dying to death. His second attempt is not any better. Nor is his third. He’s not good at micromanaging and constantly tries to build things that are way too big and wayyyy too resource heavy and it ends up killing him. He was super into building a really cool hot tub/massage room and neglected to make sure his guys have oxygen. But he’s having fun so it’s all good

Champion - Is on top of everything. Reads the entire in-game encyclopedia before he even starts the game so he knows everything he needs to. His base is very spartan but at least nothings on fire. Enjoys the challenge of planning ahead and creative problem solving.

Twilight - Gets way too invested in the little creatures. Creates a whole big ranch and makes the place really, really nice for his pets. His people are vegan and he lets his base starve to death because he can’t bring himself to eat his animals. But also mourns the loss of every one of his people. It’s a heartbreaking game for Twilight. He prefers games when he can pet the animals, not eat them.

Warriors - Base building isn’t his preferred genre but he gives it a try anyway. Aesthetics before anything is his playstyle. His base works well enough but he does surrender some efficiency to make it pretty. Dresses up all his little guys and gives them snazzy clothes. But he loses interest pretty fast and goes to bother Sky.

Hyrule - His base is a mess of hallways and ladders. No real central area because he just want to expand and see what’s out there. Is a real explorer. He ends up accidentally opening up his base to the cold vacuum of space and kills everyone.

Legend - Hates that he’s constantly running out of resources. If it’s not air then it’s water, and if it’s not water it’s food, and if it’s not food it’s space, and if it’s not space it’s fucking air again! He curses up a storm every time something goes wrong. Which is all the time.

Four - Spreadsheets. Lots and lots of spreadsheets. Sixty hours in and his base is ten miles long with a ridiculously convoluted yet effective HVAC system that abuses every game mechanic to be self sustaining. Runs on things like giving his base contaminated food to give them food poisoning to make them vomit so he can refine that vomit back into clean water to offset the moisture entropy. A monster of efficiency. Four loves building games where there are calculable data sets and realistic physics. Can and will play this game forever is no one stops him.

Wind - He streams it and names his colony members after viewers. Uses console commands to do crazy things like spawn in 100 colonists and summons meteor showers to spice things up. He’s pretty decent and he actually learns to to use the convoluted automation mechanics. Also mods. Lots and lots of mods.

Time - His base dies immediately. This old man never got more advanced than Pong and so when he is confronted with a game in which the density and weight of different gasses is important he can’t handle it. He accidentally digs down and his whole colony suffocates on carbon dioxide within 5 minutes. He puts the game down and never plays again.

Dark - Only plays for a bit before he stops. Even though it’s just simulation he doesn’t enjoy the strange sense of claustrophobia it gives him. He’ll happily watch Twi play it though.

Shadow - He logs into Fours game and disconnects one (1) wire somewhere in the base.

#I’m sorry for being a big nerd but #I’m actually not #😎#when two obsessions collide #you get a nearly incomprehensible post ✌️#townhouse au #hsh au #st0rmyverse

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