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astroboots · 2 years

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Roadtrip

Summary: You and Frankie go on a roadtrip and Santiago tags along.

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Frankie x female reader (you) x Santi

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: really explicit sex, anal play, heavy m/m dynamics, twinge of angst if you squint? imagined voyeurism... is that even a kink? Idk... At this point you guys know what I'm all about.

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It’s a weekend getaway to Frankie’s late uncle’s cabin by the lakeside that you had been meaning to do for months, just a small weekend trip with the two.

Then Pope comes to town, without any warning or any preamble save for a text the night before his flight, asking if the two of you were in town—the way he does. And there was no way that the two of you would leave town for the weekend without him when he was visiting.

God knows how many months or even years it would take before he’d be back home next. So you take him with you.

It’s a seven hour drive to South Carolina, but only if you manage to escape the worst of the morning traffic. It means the three of you wake up at the crack of dawn and while you are all in agreement that this was sensible, come morning as the alarm clocks go off you both treat Frankie like he’s a war criminal for dragging you out of bed.

As soon as Pope steps out of the front door, he is already bitching about how there’s no need to wake up this fucking early because, “fucking Christ, Fish, they didn’t even wake us up this early in the fucking Army. I thought this was a vacation, why am I waking up in the middle of the fucking night?”

Then he’s cursing Frankie out in three languages, bitching about how he’s not even had time to have his first sip of coffee yet.

Frankie ignores him in favor of throwing your weekender bags into the back of his truck. The man is being a drama queen and it’s too early for Frankie to find the patience and calm to deal with his smart mouth and multilingual insults.

There’s a slow, clumsy sound of metal scraping against the front door, and it sounds like you’re struggling to lock it. You’re so bleary eyed, brain still in zombie-mode that your mind clearly has not properly paired up with your hands and feet—and yeah, Frankie feels a little bit bad about that.

Especially when you approach the car and he can spot the way your feet are wobbling and swaying.

“Vamos Cariño, let’s get in the car so we can get coffee on the way,” Pope hollers at you, without any regards for how his voice carries at this quiet hour. It’s enough to wake up the neihghbour’s Rottweiler that starts to bark from behind the neighbouring gate.

As you approach the car, the tip of your shoe snags on the curb to the driveway. It is a split of a second, before you would have faceplanted on the curb. But even with his half-awake reflexes, Pope’s arm slings out in the last second to catch you by the waist.

“Careful princesa,” Pope warns in that mock reverent tone, as he steadies you on your feet. “Let’s try not to get ourselves hurt first thing in the morning yeah? If you knock out your front teeth, we’ll have to take you to the hospital and then Frankie will have tortured us for nothing.”

Smart ass. Think he’s so fucking funny.

Pope’s hand comes to rest on your waist as he leads you to the backseat and Frankie almost wants to protest. Usually you always sit with him in the passenger seat, but half awake as you were, he doesn’t have the heart to make you get up when Pope’s already got you buckled you in.

It also doesn’t help that Pope is clearly in a mood this morning, and Frankie knows the man well enough that it means he will pounce at any small opportunity to be petty. Frankie has no idea how he could possibly negotiate that you should sit next to him, without sounding like a petulant child and not have Pope make fun of him the whole of the weekend.

So he lets it go. Sighing to himself as he prepares himself for the six hour car trip upstate.

The silver lining is that he barely has to pull the car out of your block, before the quiet hum and low vibration from the motor has both you and Pope dead asleep in the car within minutes. It means that Frankie can pick his music without any quippy remarks from Pope about his taste, or worse, have Pope request that Frankie should put on Metallica at 03:26 in the morning. Despite Pope’s insistence otherwise, James Hatfield screeching through heavy drums and guitar is not ‘sleep music’.

Frankie even takes the more scenic route, the Florida landscape whizzing by the window that quickly calms whatever irritable nerves he had from waking up so early. Occasionally, he steals glances in the rearview mirror to check the traffic behind him. Everytime he does, he catches the glimpse of the two of you within that small silver square.

Your face is tucked into the crook of Santi’s neck, his cheek nestled against the top of your head, arm slung over your waist. It’s a serene, polaroid moment, that is perfectly framed within the mirror. Part of Frankie almost wants to stop and take a picture. Memorialise it somehow, because lately it feels like these moments are rarer and fewer in between. The stretches of time when Pope would come back home grows wider between each visit.

From the highway, Frankie can see a road sign announcing there’s a pitstop rest and diner approaching at the next turn.

Neither of you had eaten, and a diner is bound to have some coffee that Frankie could buy for the road when Pope eventually wakes up.

Diner coffee is hardly known for its quality, and it is a surefire way to start Pope on another long-running rant the moment he wakes up. Frankie bets good money on that it will be something along the lines of “fuck this tastes like piss. It’s cold Frank.”

But Frankie knows that if he tried to take it away from him, Pope would inevitably pull the styrofoam cup back to his chest like it’s a family heirloom. You’d laugh at them both from the sidelines, then end up eating everyone’s portions of fries while they were distracted by bickering. It’s how these car trips always used to go.

As Frankie takes the exit turn, and pulls into the parking lot of the diner, the car slowly comes to a stop. He takes one last look at the rear mirror before exiting.

The two of you are still bundled up against each other. Something about it makes him stop. Instead of getting out of the car, he unbuckles and turns away from the mirror to observe you in full.

Frankie’s known Pope for over a decade by now, and he doesn’t think he’s ever seen his expression this calm, awake or sleeping, as he is now, asleep with you nestled into his chest. For once Pope’s brows are not knitted in concentration or arched with challenge. His pink mouth slack, falling slightly open instead of stretched into a thin line— looking impossible soft. The whole of him seems unravelled instead of the tightly wounded ball of constant action that Frankie has grown so used to.

There’s an errant lock of curls that falls into Santi’s brow, and Frankie’s fingers itch with intent, wanting to reach over and brush it back into place so as not to wake either of you.

Before he has the chance to, Santi’s eyelids flutter open.

“What time is it?” he murmurs, sleep-slurred.

“Just past seven,” Frankie answers. “I was thinking of getting us some breakfast and coffee for the road.”

Pope doesn’t complain, just rubs the sleep out of his eyes with the back of his hand. Then he untangles himself from you, taking care to not wake you, despite the fact that you’re a heavy sleeper. But as soon as his arms leave your shoulder, you whine at the loss of warmth.

“Such a baby,” Pope teases, even though you’re sound asleep and can’t possibly hear him. Then he takes off his jacket and wraps it over your shoulder, tucking in the sides against you. There’s a gentleness to it that makes Frankie rub a hand across his chest over his shirt, as though he could rub away the strange ache that’s settled there at the sight.

Not quite jealousy. Though he can’t exactly pinpoint what this is.

Frankie and Pope get out of the car, and there’s a silence that settles between them, as they walk up to the diner and wait for their orders. This is nothing new between them. The amount of time they have spent in each other’s wordless company over the years, over missions, over stake-outs, over long flights and treks. Frankie has always been grateful over the ease that settles without question when it’s silent between them.

When they get back to the car with coffee and greased up diner breakfast wrapped up in paper bags, instead of settling in the back seat, Pope comes to the passenger’s side.

Frankie shoots him a look, and Pope shrugs his shoulders with a casual smile. “She always gets to sit in the front, I have to take my opportunity when she’s knocked out.”

Frankie gets into the car, and Pope quickly follows, drawing the styrofoam cup to his mouth and taking a small sip. His face pulls into a disgusted grimace.

“The coffee tastes like piss, Frank”

“Yeah? Should I take it then?”

Frankie stretches out his hand and just as he predicted, Pope pulls away, hugging the small cup tightly to his chest like he’s guarding a treasure. It’s so predictable that Frankie can’t help but laugh.

The truck barely makes it out of the parking lot, before Santi’s grubby hands are digging into the paper bag, grabbing a handful of fries that he shoves into his mouth.

“You have to save some for her,” Frankie warns, “otherwise she’ll have your head.”

“That monster always eats my fries, this is me collecting interest for the last couple of decades.”

He reaches back into the paper bag grabbing another handful, and this time it spills onto the floor of the car. “Shit! The fries!”

“Garcia, I swear to god. Do not make a mess of my truck.”

“Don’t get your panties twisted Fish, calm the fuck down, I’ll clean it up now” Pope says, as he leans over to reach under his seat, planting a hand on Frankie’s thigh in the process.

The weight of it scalds and burns, in a way Frankie doesn’t expect. The surprise of it makes him jolt, his knee jerking up, right foot kicking down on the pedal that lunges the car forward. There’s a loud honk, and it’s a split of a second as Frankie spots the oncoming car and swerves the steering wheel.

His heart is pounding loudly in the sternum of his chest as he swears under his breath, then with his remaining wits, he pulls over to the side of the road.

Before the car has even halted, Pope is already popping off.

“Jesus fucking christ! What the hell! What the hell happened? Was there something on the road?”

And Frankie isn’t entirely sure himself, mind grappling to fix together the pieces of what had caused him to lose control, why on earth he had reacted the way he did.

From the rear mirror, he can see his his own reflection, face bright red and he doesn’t even know what the fuck is going on with him, but there’s a stirring heat in in his groin that has him growing a semi in his jeans.

All the commotion has woken you up. He can see your eyes and how they are fixed downwards, glued to his seat. He follows your gaze to his knees, to where Santi’s left hand is still gripping his knee.

Without saying a single word, he can see from the intent look in your eyes.

You know why.

You and Santiago are both awake for the rest of the trip. The two of you fight for dominance over the stereo: play mindless road trip games that end up in verbal brawls and accusations of the other cheating; and you insist on stopping at every road-side attraction to Pope’s unenthusiastic moaning.

Georgia’s best fried chicken.

Boa, we just ate.

A giant ball of twine.

Please, no! It’s so tacky.

A roadside stand selling peaches from the back of a truck?

They’re overpriced!

Frankie’s grateful for the distraction as he drives down the changing road of changing landscapes. It helps him take his mind off the minor incident that almost had him pummeling the truck head first towards another car on the highway.

He's supposed to be over this damn it. He's married now. He's made his choice. He has you and he’s happy, happier than he ever thought he deserved to be.

By the time you finally arrive at the cabin, Frankie is knackered. With all the distractions and roadstrips (that he happily indulged just to see you beaming with that smile) the trip ended up far longer than he had anticipated.

You’re unpacking the bags, dumping the contents haphazardly against the bed, and he can’t help the way fatigue rises in his throat and he lets out a cartoonishly loud yawn.

It’s so noisy that both you and Santi’s head turn towards him.

“Wanna take a nap Frankie?” You ask.

Pope grins, “A nap? It’s 2pm. Are you geriatric now? Fish, if you two wanna sneak away for a quickie, there are better excuses than that.”

Except Frankie really had just meant to take a nap. He had been driving the whole of the morning while Pope at least got to catch some sleep in the backseat with you.

A pillow flies across the room and lands smack on Santiago’s head.

“Go and get some sleep Santiago,” you order. “We have dinner reservations in town at 7pm and if you fall asleep on me then, I swear to God.”

That finally seems to shut Pope up. You’re the only one on this green earth that has the ability to do that. It doesn’t mean he goes entirely without protest though, Pope makes a big show of sighing as he picks up the pillow and walks towards his bedroom. But for all of his smart-ass comments about Frankie’s age, Pope’s snoring starts not two minutes after his door closed.

Frankie doesn’t know how he ends up here. Sitting at the edge of the small bed, his pants pulled down to his ankles.

The window is open and from outside the cabin, there’s only the rustle of trees and chatter of tiny wildlife — Pope is in the other room, these wooden walls so thin that he can almost hear the man’s soft quiet snores.

It had started innocently.

You’d climbed into his lap. Smooth warm thighs straddling him, and it doesn’t take long, when you’re in that position, all of you pressed up against him. plump and soft and so fucking perfect. Of course his body is going to react. It’s a Pavlovian reaction at this stage. It doesn’t matter that you barely move at all. Just the heat of your legs pressed against him makes his cock hard and heavy with an urgent ache. Before he knows it he can feel the hard outline of his insistent erection pressed into the softness of your thighs.

You let out a small quiet laughter against his forehead as you press your lips there.

“That didn’t take much. You got yourself really worked up in the car didn’t you?”

For a moment he wonders if this is a test. Doesn’t dare to look you in the eyes to confirm. Then your fingers lift him by his chin, dragging his eyes to yours. There’s no judgment in your eyes. No anger.

It’s just an acceptance as you press your soft lips to his. There’s soft hums and tender caresses of your hands along his thighs as you scoot down his body to nuzzle the slope of his belly. It’s almost sweet, the way you leave open mouthed kisses along the length of his cock as it twitches and jerks against your soft cheeks. Then you slide off the bed, your knees digging into the chipped wooden floor.

He reaches for the pillow to make it a bit more comfortable for you, but you stop him, tugging at his wrists.

“It’s fine baby, leave it.”

Your soft hands and fingers are circled around the base of his cock, lips wrapping around the tip of him as your tongue gently laps up the runner of fluid. Sharp heat and electricity courses through his spine and chest pushing up against his throat. He bites his lip to suppress it but it’s already too late, he hears the choked strangled moan rumble in the room.

“Frankie, if you don’t quiet down we might get caught,” you say, voice a sweet, hazy coo. “You’ll wake Santiago. You don’t want that do you?”

There is heat and sharpness that resides in your eyes as he looks down at you. Eyes observant, with a cutting sharpness that sinks into him, rips him open and lets you see him for who he is.

His breath hitches at the sight of it and there’s a knowing smile that slowly unfurls on your lips. It tells him that you both know exactly what he wants.

And Jesus Christ, that’s what makes all of this so very fucking wrong.

Pope is right next door. Not even five feet away, and maybe it’s the guilt that is crowding Frankie’s chest that makes all his senses more sensitive. But he swears that the sloppy, debauched wet sounds of your mouth as you’re working his cock is so loud that it must echo through the mountain.

There’s something wrong with him, the way his heart races at the idea of Pope being so close. Soft black curls and challenging eyes with that insufferable competitive grin, flash in fragments before him.

He thinks of your soft form tucked into Pope’s. How at peace you both looked curled up in each other’s arms.

Frankie’s cock throbs and pulses with an ache so strong that is almost painful.

Your fingers are a circle around the tip of his cock, stroking downwards in a slick long movement that has the entirety of his back tingling as he slowly cants his hip upwards to meet you. The warmth of your mouth as you slides down on him, it’s ache and pleasure all blended into one with each devastating thrust.

Your other hand is on his knee to steady yourself, and wires are being crossed in his brain. Frankie starts to compare the weight of your soft hand against the pressure of Pope’s on his knee. All he can think about is how he wants both—and as much as he tries not to, his cock twitches and pulses at the thought of it.

The back of your knuckles brush up against that sensitive skin tucked behind his cock close to the cleft of his ass and he jolts into your hand.

You clock in his eagerness, and already you’re pulling your hand away as you meet his gaze with a knowing smile.

“Do you need a bit more Frankie?”

He bites his lips, heart hammering in his chest so hard it feels like it has got to bruise.

Fuck, this is so wrong.

“Words, Francisco. Got to hear you say it.”

“Ye—Yes baby, yes…” he stammers, “please.”

You bring your index finger to your parted lips slicking it with your saliva, and Frankie is unable to look away. His face is burning, blood thrashing in his ears so loudly he thinks he’s going to go deaf with it. Everything seems to be going in slow motion as you bring your fingers back down.

At the first barely there touch of your fingertip to his entrance, live electricity spears his stomach. His hands resting at his side flexes and grips against the sheets to will himself to still.

“Does that feel good?”

“Ye—Yes,” Frankie manages to choke out between stifled moans and even that single syllable is a struggle for him right now.

You hum, a satisfied tone hidden underneath that pleasant sound, as you slowly ease yourself further inside of him.

“Still need more?” you ask, and there’s a playfulness to it. Your other hand is still stroking his cock with utter control and it has him surrender to you. “Not quite enough though is it baby? You need something else don’t you?”

He nods, and that’s all the answer you need. Your finger slides out as you wet your middle and ring finger as well, the very same finger you’re wearing a thin gold band wrapped around your finger. That ring that says more than he’d ever allow himself to say out loud: mine.

The bright gold glints against the sunlight of the room. Makes his chest ache with a longing, right before it disappears from his sight, down between his legs.

Then he feels it, the insistent pressure as you slide into him, and fuck, it’s so much. Your fingers are slim, but with three of them the combined girth provides a heavy pressure in him. He doesn’t know what it says about him, if he’s just that eager, but despite the fullness of it, all he wants is more. More. Deeper somehow.

“You like feeling full, don’t you? Always want more, always want me deeper. But it’s never quite enough is it?... Should I maybe ask Santiago to come in here and help?”

His breath draws sharp at your words. The look in your eyes, the shade of victory that flashes in them, makes his cheeks flush hot with the realisation that you have his numbers.

He’s trying to inhale, the air feels eerily thin and he gets lightheaded with it. Before he has a moment to gather himself and calm down, you continue.

“I bet Santiago’s cock would be so much thicker than my fingers,” your voice is melted with sweet heat. There’s no cruelty there, not mocking or goading. His desires born from years of stored away guilt is being dragged out by you into the broad daylight where it’s plain for you both to see.

His eyes squeezes tight, trying to shut out your words. Trying not to think about the feeling of fullness of the three fingers you have inside of him and exactly how much thicker Santiago would be.

“His cock would reach deeper too, make you feel so full baby.”

And fuck, it’s like whole head is splitting into two, lungs collapsing like you’ve torn the oxygen from his very insides. Everything is painfully tight, and he can’t help but squeeze down around your fingers, savouring the fullness of you inside of him. It’s so good, it’s so perfect, and deep down there’s a small quiet voice in him that tells him he still wants more.

“That’s what you want isn’t it Francisco? You want Santiago to fill you up just right?”

It’s a dangerous game that the two of you are playing. Someone is bound to get hurt one of these days.

He wants to tell you to stop, but he can’t. Because if he uttered so much as a word, he’d risk waking Pope.

He’s sure that’s the reason he doesn’t stop you.

He barely even notices that your hand is barely touching his cock anymore, just your knuckles brushing against the slick head that’s dripping and oozing with his precome. Your fingers curl perfectly inside him as you press against the devastating spot. It feels like a fuse has blown. He can’t feel his arms or his face, everything is drawing tight within. For a second he is sure that he is experiencing a heart attack.

The floor and mattress underneath him sinks and pulls him under. It’s the loss of gravity one experiences before a helicopter crash. In his panic, he grabs your shoulder to brace himself, tighter than he had meant to. There’s a dormant part of him that wants to let go, but he can’t, because he’s convinced he’s gonna fall off the edge of the world if he does.

Everything inside him burns, sweet and urgent. The pressure inside is building to an unbearable point and all he’s aware of is the throbbing need inside him. He comes with a raw sobbing cry that burns his throat. It’s all white pleasure and blinding heat, so overwhelming that it nearly blinds him.

When he comes to, he’s a complete twitching, dripping wreck. Come streaking his chest and stomach and when he looks up, there’s a clear pearly streak of it marking your collarbone.

“Fuck. baby I—I’m so sorry, I—” he starts, but you cut him off by sealing your mouth over his. Tongue sliding in, all warm and heat as he moans into your mouth.

It’s a lucky thing he’s sitting down otherwise his knees would have given under.

When you pull away from him there is still that loving warmth reflected in your eyes.

“Don’t be sorry Frankie. It’s okay.”

Your right hand comes to stroke his cheeks, a sweet smile on your face.

He doesn’t quite understand it himself. How even something this wrong, you can make it feel right. Maybe it’s the understanding you have, maybe it’s the sheer lack of judgment in a way that he’s never had with anyone else.

“Let’s get cleaned up before Santiago wakes up okay?”

Frankie nods, and lets himself believe your words, even if he knows this is everything but okay.

Dedication & Credits: To the one and only and the person who is the most constant in my life, @thirstworldproblemss (I don't care what my husband says he's second fiddle). I love you ever so. Thank you for letting me share your everyday with you. I am so happy that I get to spend time with you the way we do talking about everything and nothing. You are shrimpy the best if you can beleaf it.

Authors note: It's been 84 years. I know. I know Rose! Keep your diamond necklace on. Ages ago, when I first posted part 1, someone asked me if reader and Frankie had ever talked about Santiago watching them before, here's the answer to that... This takes place before the main timeline of the Homecoming series. I hope you guys enjoy mwah!

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myveryownfanfiction · 2 years

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

YOU WILL BE BLOCKED AND REPORTED

warning: swearing, mentions of abuse, mentions of drugs (weed), bullying from the other members of the breakfast club

I looked around the room at everyone. They all tried to avoid my gaze before I shook my head and turned away from them.

“You should all be ashamed of yourselves. You shouldn’t have said anything.” I locked eyes with Andrew. “Anything.”

“How were we supposed to know?” He mumbled. Allison grabbed my sleeve of my jacket just as I lunged towards him. Andrew cringed back and I shook my head again.

“Pathetic.” I muttered out. Allison let go as I turned towards the staircase John Bender had made his home for the time being. I climbed up the stairs and made sure to make noise on each step. Stopping on the landing, I stood next to him, my fingertips just brushing his shoulder. “Bender? It alright if I sit here?” He nodded without looking up at me. I mirrored his position and sat down. It was quiet for a while before he turned to look at me.

“You didn’t have to do that you know.” I nodded. “I heard what you said to them. You didn’t have to.” Meeting his eyes, I shrugged.

“Let’s just say I’ve been there.” I drawled out. “I know how much it can hurt. Even if you won’t say it out loud.” John nodded before raising an eyebrow at me.

“Been there?” He supplied. “With people like them or…” I bit my lip.

“I know what it’s like to deal with shit parents and then play around with snot noses like them.” I jerked my thumb over my shoulder. “So I guess my answer is both. If you really wanted to know.” I rolled up my sleeve to show off a thin scar running the length of my forearm. John hestitated before reaching out and running a finger along the scar. “My sister. For existing.” I shrugged as I pulled the sleeve back down. I pulled my other sleeve up to my elbow. A small circular scar sat at the base of my bicep. John’s eyes widened. “My dad. For interrupting the sports game he was watching.” John reached out and pulled the sleeve down for me.

“How do you cope?” He asked. I shrugged.

“Same as you I suppose.” He smirked at me. “Copious amounts of dope.” I caught his eye and we started to laugh. “Honestly, that’s why I’m here most of the time. Sure it looks like shit on my transcript but my grades are good enough and it gets me out of the house.” John’s smirk came back and he shrugged to get more comfortable.

“Being bad feels pretty good, huh?” He chuckled.

“It’s even better when you get away with it.” We settled into a comfortable silence. Not long after, we trekked back down to join the others. It wasn’t long before we went on an excursion to John’s locker. “Nice.” I leaned down to look at the pictures he had posted in there while Andrew made some comment about how messy it was.

“My maids on vacation.” John shot back before tapping my back. He closed the locker and waved a little baggie in front of my face.

“John Bender. You sure know the way to someone’s heart.” I teased as we set off back to the library. After getting sidetracked by Vernon and losing Bender from our little gang in the library, I fingered the baggie in my jacket pocket. “Fuck it.” I muttered. I started to stand up when there was a loud crash.

“Oh shit!” I rolled my eyes and sat back down. John walked into the room rubbing his neck. “What? I forgot my pencil.” I shook my head as I stood up and started to head to the back of the library. John followed me and sat down next to me. "So do you have it all still? Or did Vernon catch you?"

"Your little reference to Johnson threw him off. I think he suspected but he's too scared to actually reach down and check." I chuckled. John swallowed and leaned in.

"Vernon threatened me. Told me to take a hit at him." My eyes widened. "I didn't. But he said that when I finally leave here I'm destined for jail. And he'd be there when I got out. Just to beat me. And if I told anyone, well you know his authority complex." I slowly held out my hand, palm up. John put his hand in mine, letting me squeeze it before drawing back just as Brian walked over. Everything became peaceful for the first time that day once we lit up. John and I ended up leaning against each other, watching the prom queen and the brain get high for the first time. We shared a look before going off on our own.

"What do you think you'll do when you leave here next year?" he asked. I shrugged as I settled into the chair in the office.

"Who knows. I'm not concerned just yet." I twirled around, using the desk to help propel me. "What about you?"

"Leave this deadbeat town." I nodded in agreement. “Figure it out from there.” It was silent for a bit while John reached for my hand and started to play with my fingers. A blush crept up my neck as I watched him. “Come with me.” I slowly raised my eyes to meet his.

“Seriously?” He nodded. “You really want me to come with you wherever you go?” John smiled and shrugged, looking away from me in the process.

“Why not?” He finally looked at me again. “I like you (Y/N).” He gently hit my shoulder with him. “In case you haven’t noticed. Besides you understand. Even if nothing comes from it, at least we’ll have each other.” I smiled at him before leaning in and kissing his cheek.

“I’d love to.” John blushed and I reveled in the fact that it was me who got him to do it. “Besides, if you haven’t noticed, I like you too John.” He smiled at me before leaning in and kissing my cheek in return.

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belethlegwen · 6 months

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Hell Of A Vision

So now that they're currently on a flight back to a place way too far away from me, I just wanted to make a post to say that myself and @adjacentperception just had an amazing six weeks together.

Originally going to be a two week vacation, their boss encouraged them to put in a form to work internationally from home so we could get a bit of a domestic snapshot for what things would be like if* (*=when) they move here.

It was incredible. It was beautiful. It vibed and meshed so easily, so well, for six whole weeks that the fact they have to leave even if only for less than a year feels cruel and stupid. We fit together, we had such an amazing time. I got to show them so much of what I love of my home, I got to introduce them to my immediate family and most of my friends. It was phenomenal.

I also asked them to marry me.

They said yes.

Of all the things I thought my silly writing could lead to, I never thought it could lead to something like this. I never thought I'd find someone who loves to write, who loves to write with me, who loves to play and create together in such a beautifully unique way. I've never been loved by someone so strongly, so completely, so expansively. We share our loves and our passions with each other and we fit together like puzzle pieces in so many remarkable ways.

I love them so deeply and thoroughly and I feel like there's so many more ways I could love them.

They also make the best soups. The BEST. There was so much soup had here. They taught me to make biscuits and gravy. They made me their famous and incredible spaghetti, the very same spaghetti they were making the day they first messaged me.

We have a story we're working on that's coming together, and we're hoping to be able to post at least the first few chapters of it within the next few months if things go well. G/t, obviously, and we think some folks in the community will really like it.

I'm very excited to catch up on everything that I've been missing out on while I was in my domestic bliss over here, now that I have a big ol' pile of sadness to work through while we finalize on the big move together. Y'all have been putting out amazing stuff for G/tober and even before that! So many stories to hopefully sit down and read!

Anyway, I just wanted to share a little update on our lives and what's been going on with y'all <3 It's also helping me battle the sadtimes right now while they're on a flight and I've got an empty bed waiting for me.

Love you all, be safe, be kind, be you <3

~ Belle

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magicalyaku · 9 months

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Ok ok, let's get back on track. Work was draining these past weeks, but I'm on vacation now, so time to catch up! June was the month of the library books. I put a bunch on hold in April and May and they all came in at the same time. And after up to 10 weeks of waiting I was not about to push a single one back further, so I had to work a bit there. 8D Also, according to my list I've read 51 books in the first 6 months of the year. I seem to remember wanting to read less this year? Yeah. Not going well.

Gwen & Art are Not in Love (Lex Croucher): I read it in the very first days of June, which was basically an eternity ago, so my memory is a bit wonky. I do remember I had lots of fun! It was funny and sweet with a solid story and serious times when needed, nice characters, good adventure. The female lead did not get on my nerves! There was a cat! And a girl with a (legendary) sword! I think, though, it's a bit unfair that both boys ended up with permanent bodily harm while the girls got away scratchfree … Go read it!!

Thief in the Night (KJ Charles): I didn't know anything about this other than the summary when I put it on my waitlist in the library. After 10 weeks it finally came in and my first thought was "Is it broken?!" because it's only about 100 pages! It is a full story, mind you, I was just so suprised by it (and because I waited for so long!). It's a companion story to The Gentle Art of Fortune Hunting, featuring the brother of the protagonists of that one. It's pretty cute. Super short, but just the right length for a simple story. We can have a simple story once in a while. I had a good time reading this.

The Gentle Art of Fortune Hunting (KJ Charles): I borrowed this right after Thief in the Night. This is a full-length novel, so it has a lot more time to dive into characters and intricacies. It's nice. Like not groundbreaking, but very enjoyable. There's this thing about (pseudo-historic) British aristocracy that just calls for mocking them. I liked a lot how the climax and ending played out!

Flowerheart (Catherine Bakewell): Now this was another difficult book for me. I thought with time I'd get a little more chill with YA fantasy heroines. Seems I'm not there yet. The heroine here has these whiny self-pitying phases that really annoyed me. She's like "Oh maybe he never liked me in the first place" just because the guy didn't want her help at one thing. But: 1) He was her very close childhood friend, that was not a lie. 2) She has like one day of training in and can't control her magic, so her help would be … probably no help at all. And 3) when he told her before that he needs her on the weekends she said no, she can't … So why is she getting upset?! I hate characters like this. /D But thankfully, this is only half of the time, the other half she's pretty ok (the guy as well) and I actually found myself liking the book. The romance is acceptable and it does have some nice imagery going on with all the flower magic and stuff.

Sounds Fake But Okay (Sarah Costello & Kayla Kaszyca): My one non-fiction book of the year. :D It's about seeing the world from the perspectives of a_spec people. Like taking apart all that amatonormativity and all these ideas about romance and family and stuff that most of our world sees as right and normal. So it's not just a "let me tell you what aromanticism and asexuality are"-book but dives a bit deeper. I found it insightful. I think, both a_spec and allo people can take something away from reading this. Challenging our social constructs in thought at least can't hurt after all. Regarding the ebook library edition I read I didn't quite like the layout as the incorporated community quotes where not well marked and I stumbled over them a few times before realising it's another quote. That's probably no issue in the paper version though. I also struggled to tell the authors Sarah and Kayla apart. They introduce themselves and their stories in the beginning but I immediately jumbled them up ...

Captive Prince Trilogy (C.S. Pacat): I borrowed the English edition from the library … and didn't want to return it! Which is stupid because I own the German version in paper. But that kinda sums up how I feel about these books. Captive Prince was not the very first gay fantasy book I read almost two years ago but the first one I liked. (The actual first was Rowan & Ash by Christian Händel which had a terribly selfish love interest and shied away from all the important conflict. (And yeah, long before that I did read The Raven Cycle but I picked that one up for the Ley lines and the no-kiss-promise. The gay was just a pleasant surprise, so I don't count it.)) Which is funny, because especially the beginning is so filthy! I remember being quite put off by this the first time around, but apparently it was intriguing enough to continue reading. I like the incredible slow-burn of Damen's and Laurent's relationship. The slow building of trust in a surrounding where trust is so rare. How shit happens between them and they have to sort it out on page before progressing. How you only catch glimpes of Laurent's true self for a long time. I like it when authors feel smart through their writing and writing Laurent's and the Regent's intrigues and all the different settings with war strategies etc. sure does feel smart to me. I like the slow-burn in stories as well when things start at some point and only get important much later and all weaves together beautifully. It's so rewarding. Look, where we started - look, how far we've come! Hah. u3u

Riley Weaver Needs a Date for the Gaybutante Society (Jason June): For the end of the month I went for something light and funny. Of all the authors I read last year F.T. Lukens and Jason June stuck with me the most. Lukens for the cozy charming fantasy and June for the slightly silly noisy onea. Riley Weaver is no exception to that. It does have a serious undertone and message, though, but due to the framework of the story it manages to never feel dull or preachy.

I also tried to read Dragonfall by L.R. Lam, but gave up after just 50 pages. I can't even say if it's good or bad, because I don't know. I couldn't stand the viewpoints. Like, there's three people. The first one is a 1st person narrator, who refers to the second person as You, but in the narration, not dialogue! That put me off so much. It was so … icky! The second person narrates 1st person as well. If there's another "you" I don't know because I didn't make it to the point where they meet for real. And then the third person comes along and … it's 3rd person?! And I screamed! God, I hate that. I mean, it can work and I have read books that I like with inconsistent viewpoints but there was nothing here for which I was willing to endure. To be fair, I don't like dragons in the first place, so maybe we never were a good match from the start. :'D

That's it for June!

#yaku reads #books #bookblr #lgbtq books #queer books #queer lit #kj charles #the gentle art of fortune hunting #thief in the night #cs pacat #captive prince #riley weaver needs a date #gwen and art are not in love #flowerheart #sounds fake but okay #dragonfall

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lou-struck · 2 years

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Playing Chicken

Katsuki Bakugou, Eijirou Kirishima, & Denki Kaminari x Reader

~While at a a vacation rental, the guys want to play a little game while vying for your affections.

This little drabble is a part of my “I Want to Getaway Event” Check it out if you want to!

Out of everyone in your friend group, Kirishima is the one who brings you all together the most. using his toothy smiles and scheming charisma to rope the guys into fun little getaways for when their off days have piled up. If he didn't, you know that Bakugou would work 24/7 and Denki would blow his days off on nothing.

While you may not be a pro hero, somehow, you have managed to get included in these little trips as well. While you have no objection to getting invited on an all expensive getaway with three incredibly attractive pro hero's. You're still a bit nervous that you'll overstay your welcome and step on their toes.

Most of your worries disappear when you pull into the driveway at the luxury beach house the Sturdy Hero rented online. Its white walls and tall palm trees contrast beautifully with the ocean beyond. The Guys won't be arriving for a little bit so you decide to take advantage of the beautiful back patio and empty pool by laying out in the sun.

Donning your favorite swimwear you stretch out on a comfortable looking Patio chair with a glass of ice cold lemonade and shut your eyes and begin to day dream about running down the beach with your stupidly good looking friends who maybe would one day see you as more than just a friend.

A gruff voice rings through your head waking your from your little daydream. “Oi, are you gonna just sit there all day?” You open your eyes just a bit to see Katsuki standing over you, his arms crossed over his bare chest. The other two behind him with a mischievous look on their faces.

"Oh, hey guys," you say sleepily blinking up at the trio "When did you get here?"

"We got back ten minutes ago," Eijirou says, running a hand through his limp red hair. You don't normally see him without his hair gel, but it really suits him.

"I'm glad," you say "This place is so cool, thank you for inviting me."

"You have no Idea how happy we were when you told us you were coming, y/n." Denki says leaning in closer to you and raising a hand to the corner of his mouth. "Even Bakugou was smiling when we got your message."

"Shuttup Dunce-face." Bakugou growls pushing Denki behind him. All of this attention makes you feel a different kind of heat lingering under your cheeks.

"Anyways," Eijirou says gently stepping in between the two heroes "Now that you're here, we can finally do this." His eyes dart to his friends who surround your chair giving you no room for escape.

"W-what, no, no, please." you say as they lift you off of the lounge chair and carry your body to the pool's edge.

"Sorry y/n." Denki says sending you a little wink, "You look like you need to cool off a bit."

With that the guys toss you unceremoniously into the deep end of the pool, You hit the water with a splat as you blindly try and swim your way to the top.

Upon breaking the water's surface you cough and sputter, sending death glares at the three men who are doubled over in laughter at your expense.

“Rude,” you huff once catching your breath.

"Oh don't look at us like that y/n," Eijirou coos crouching at the water's edge.

“I just don’t want to swim alone,” you say trying to wipe some pool water out from underneath your eyes.

“You heard them, get in there.” Bakugou says, placing his foot on his friend's back and pushing the redhead into the water. Eijirou falls with a messy splash but comes up laughing. as the other two jump in.

Denki looks around before counting off each of you. "Guys! There are four of us." he says happily.

"So what?" Bakugou says, looking at him like he just said the most obvious thing in the world.

"We can play chicken." he says happily, looking at you, and grabbing your hand. "You can be on my team first."

"O-okay." say as he pulls you through the water towards the shallow end.

"Why would I want to play a shitty game like that?' Katsuki asks.

"It's okay Bakugou, you don't have to play." Eijirou says swimming over towards your end of the pool. "You probably wouldn't be very good at it anyways."

Hook line and sinker, Katsuki Bakugou has fallen for his friend's taunt. With a little grunt he swims over to the rest of your group.

"I'll show you." he growls murderously as little goosebumps appear on your arms.

With a nervous little laugh, Denki ducks below the water and lifts you easily onto his shoulders so your game can begin. With Katsuki on Eijirou's shoulders you notice that you are at a bit of a disadvantage strength wise and with Katsuki on a warpath you are double screwed.

"Are you guys ready?" Eijirou asks, looking up at the cute way you are perched on Denki's shoulders.

"As we'll ever be," you say nervously shifting on Denki's shoulders.

"Then let's go!" he says happily, stepping towards you. The two macular hero's coming after you is quite the intimidating sight. Bakugou's competitive smirk stares back at you as you feel the impending doom facing your and your partner.

With outstretched arms the blonde comes closer to your all too prepared to send you flying off of Denki's shoulders and back into the waters below. But as his crimson eyes come to rest upon your face, the way your eyes are pleading at him to be gentle throws him off his guard just enough for you to grab ahold of his hands and push him backwards.

The [air stumbles backwards but doesn't fall completely until Kirishima slips on the bottom of the pool. Katsuki crashes down into the water and you realize that by some miracle you and Denki won.

"Woohoo, The man under you cheers "We did it. We did it.”

“Yeah we did!” you giggle as he lowers you back down to your feet. Pulling you in to a celebratory hug.

“We make a great team,” he mumbles into your ear.

You are hit with a wave of water as Kiri looks at you warmly. "If you think you and Kaminari make a great team, then you should see what would happen if we were to work together y/n." he says.

"OI, you don't know what you're talking about shitty hair." Bakugou says grabbing your wrist and pulling you into his chest protectively. "They're gonna be on my team next."

"Sorry Bakugou, I don't think so." he laughs, giving you a smile. "You know you wanna be with me, don't you?"

"Why mess with Perfection," Denki laughs, wrapping an arm around your waist. "We won once, let's do it again."

The proximity of these three men all wanting your attention gets the best of you and you stumble backwards and slip on the decline in the water. All three of them reach out to grab you at once which results in them bumping into each other.

Slipping away from the jumbled mess on his friends Kirishima slips out and helps you up. carrying you bridal style in the water.

"Hey, whoa, I think we should take a little break, yeah?" he says scanning your flustered looking face. carrying you out of the water and onto the plush patio sofa.

You can only nod as the three begin to argue about who gets to sit next to you before the next game letting you bask in all this glorious attention.

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onlyjaeyun · 5 months

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We are getting to the good part, like that moment when you know some of what's gonna go down since you sent the ideas for it in. Like it's going down, everyone was asking for angst, and like it's on it's way.

Also guess who spent $250 on albums because they were buy 2 get 1 free; I have 4 Dark Blood, 4 Orange Blood, 2 &Team, and 2 Dreamcatcher album coming. I'm hoping I pull anyone but Jake for Dark Blood, since I already got the Jake version, and hopefully I don't get repeats in any of the other albums, but knowing my luck watch me get nothing but repeats.

Also enjoy some SB!Jay thoughts:

Jay values y/n's opinion so much, once official, he would ask her opinion before anyone else's, even his board of directors. Like someone would approach his company to work, and he'd explain it all to her and be all should we do it, and if she says yes but his board says no, he does it anyways, or if she says no but the board says yes, he doesn't do it.

He would purposely get meetings scheduled out of Korea often, that way he can take her on minivacations without having to explicitly say they are going on vacation, since he knows she'd say no. Instead he'd extend whatever hotel stay she made for them, and be all 'oh they messed up the reservations, I guess we need to stay a week longer than planned'.

He buys them matching items, but they aren't gaudy matching items, like his and her watches. He also absolutely buy her a locket that on the inside has his initials. He would also love buying her Cartier bracelets, he would also definitely carry around the screwdriver for it at all times, since I could just see him loving to help her take them off and put them back on.

I recall you mentioning Jay is a cigarette guy, if he smoked, he would absolutely quit cold turkey if y/n one day was just like 'I don't like the smell of cigarette smoke' or if she just asked him too. He would all of a sudden be like 'cigarettes? I don't smoke', while throwing all his packs away.

Y/n definitely makes a playlist of songs she likes and that she thinks Jay would like to play when they are in the car together, Jay knows absolutely none of them, but doesn't let her know that and instead just says she knows exactly what he likes, since he likes seeing how excited she got to share the playlist. He also definitely listens to the playlist when he's alone, so he can learn the songs a bit, so she doesn't catch on that he didn't know the songs.

After a long day at work, the two of them would unwind by cooking dinner and baking dessert together. Like I just imagine the softest kitchen scene ever. Like y/n resting her head on Jay's back while hugging him from behind as he does something like cut up the vegetables for the dish they are making. Jay definitely does the same, resting his head on her shoulder, arms around her waist, fingers finding their way under the hem of her shirt, watching as she perfectly frosts their cake. They would then enjoy dinner before relaxing on the sofa in each other's arms.

One of Jay's love languages is definitely gift giving. He is the type to constantly get and leave y/n little gifts, like he was buying coffee and saw these little trinkets and thought they would look nice on her desk, or like he was shopping for himself a new suit and saw this dress he thought would look nice on her.

Normal relationships get a drawer at the other's apartment or house, but instead Jay offers y/n a whole entire room, a whole damn closet, she however has only put a few items into it, almost everything else in that closet was bought by Jay for her. Like Jay would spoil her, buy all these luxury shoes and clothing items for her, despite the fact she's all I don't need any of this, he insist.

THE ANGST IS ON ITS WAAYYYYY 🤒 and honestly as heartbreaking as it will be im super excited ??? and im glad to know you guys are too 🤭🤭

also OMG AS YOU SHOULD???? that was a deal you couldn't have said no to like genuinely PLS TELL ME ALL YOJR PULLS THIS IS SO EXCITINGGGGG im so happy for you bb!!!!!🥺💞

and may i say that i love love love reading your thoughts and ideas and hcs like they just make me so happy 🥺 especially the little domestic ones like i just love how we all love jongyn and can indulge in them all so well 🥺

and that particular kitchen scene is SO gonna be included because i'd be an idiot to let rhag opportunity go and omg if i had the time and capacity i'd indulge in all of these bc they're so good and i love and appreciate you so much 🥺💞

#; mailbox 📬#; strictly business

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espresso-lessdepresso · 9 months

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HEYYYYY GIRL!!!!! its me anon sofi after SO LONG, I’ve already finished my first semester so I just started winter vacations yeyy (bc here in Argentina is winter and super cold lmao) sososo I’m going to catch up with everything you’ve written and cheer you on. Let me tell this month was SO stressful, with finals and all, but thank god I got the best grades (your girl is smart, got a total of 9,5 this semester（＾ν＾) ). Still, im very tired BUT I got the best writer in the world in front of me who put out a fic while I was gone, which means I’m gonna get relaxed and read it cause I know it’s going to be the very best ever. Now lets stop talking about me and TELL ME ABOUT YOU!!!! How’s your day?? How are you?? What are you up to??? Have you listened to a new song or discovered a new artist??? Watched a good movie recently?? Tell me everything and anything. I’ll read allll of it, even if it’s 15k words, I’ll take my time and read every single letter. You’re amazing and it makes so happy seeing so content and energetic, you have no idea. Remember to take care of yourself, stay safe and ilysmmmmm. Sending you goodie vibes all the way from here to wherever you are (⌒▽⌒) ♡

Helloooo anon soffiiii ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

This is going to be a bit of a long one~

It has indeed been a very long time since we last talked!!! [though much to my fault I've not been good at answering at the moment] I hope your vacations go well and that you’ve got some fun plans for the winter [which I should add is the best season in my opinion]. I'm a big soup enjoyer so I hope you get some good soup in your system to keep you warm.

I have not written much since my ‘return’ [if can even call it that], but I hope you enjoy it. There is a very late Valentine’s Day post with schlatt, a part two of the Charlie fic and two Ted headcanons [head canons, me doing hcs? crazy. maybe I might get into it].

Im assuming that the 9.5 is out of a whole marking of 10? I’m thoroughly impressed just have to say, you are indeed a very smart girl, especially in college since many [including me] are just trying to get by with passing grades. It’s nice to see when someone works hard and gets the fruit of their labour- you did amazing, proud of you dude ☆ദി ᷇ᵕ ᷆ )☆

As for me, I find myself still getting back into writing, like im walking up a steep hill to get back to where I used to be. I don’t know, I feel like I’m not writing the same as I used to but maybe that’s all in my head. Fun fact, I often read a lot before I write- sure I may only read horror, but it helps get the brain juices flowing. I’ve been pretty occupied with personal stuff and college and my brain not braining, which isn’t super fun to talk about so I’ll just skip that. Other than that, I’ve been playing quite a few games when I’m in the need to procrastinate. My goodness- I’ve had sessions where I play for 8-ish hours straight of Terraria or Stardew Valley. It’s not the healthiest, I know, my discord buddies have given me earfuls and many scolding as if I were a little child because of this (ᐡ ᐧ ﻌ ᐧ ᐡ) But in my defence, it’s so easy for me to play for hours because I have some Jaiden or Schlatt vod playing on another screen so the vibes of that gaming sessions are immaculate. I sit on the chair with my little blanket, water and a snack, one earphone playing the game sounds and the other is playing the vod, the lights are dim and everything is so cozy.

Oh, I’ve also been drinking these days. I never thought of touching alcohol in my entire life but here I am. I’ve been occasionally drinking some whiskey, which is considered a big boy drink for someone like me, a noob. But that is the only alcohol I can get my hands on. My mother does not know of my drinking and is promptly against it so I have been very careful with how much I drink. I do not condone drinking btw. I simply feel very silly when I do. Here is a little breakdown of how drinking affects me. When I’m two shots in, I start feeling it pretty quick. I drink between 5 to 10 shots and the way it affects me is by giving me a debuff of movement accuracy. Being a very articulate person, I have not been slurring when drunk. But I am walking a little silly lol, and swaying a little. Does this make me a lightweight? I have no frame of reference. But yeah, I think that was the most interesting and/or significant thing I’ve done.

It's always a pleasure hearing from you, our interactions are nothing less than sweet and its always welcomed. I hope you enjoy your vacation. Remember to take care of yourself and stay safe as well! Sending all the good vibes back to you ♡♡♡ ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡♡♡

[This is an answer to an old ask, written 8th April ( ˊᵕˋ ; ) I did not send it back then bc my brain was, unfortunately, giving me a hard time]

I hope you're doing well. I read your post asks (which was so so long ago im so sorry) and I hope you've found a new apartment. Since you mentioned Argentina's summer being so suffocatingly hot, you should be drinking ample amounts of water throughout the day. Where I live, it gets ridiculously dry and hot during the summer, so I keep quite a few bottles of water near my desk. Being in college myself, third year for me, trying to stay on top of all my classes is difficult but so rewarding at the same time. Almost too many people have said this but it's true, time management is everything. And of course, giving yourself breaks is important as well to not burn yourself out. You have truly been so sweet to me, even when I have failed to write and post anything for months, so I thank you very much. It is hard to come by such kindness on the internet.

#❄mail❄#anon sofi

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captain-natey · 1 year

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New Home Chapter 3 (domestic fluff rivetra fic)

{Summary: First time Petra babysits Mikasa („◡‿◡„)

{Notes: I'm uploading the missing chapters to tumblr. I know how some people prefer to read stuff here.

@soaringcadenza @lunar-rainclouds @atthebrinksofstories @neverdonegrowing @himevampirechan

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ao3 / tumblr: chapter 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5

Levi left his home office and stopped at the open doors to the living room where Petra played with Mikasa on the carpet. He couldn’t ignore the fact that he never saw the little girl smiling and laughing this much. She was showing the ginger her doodles and sitting almost at her lap while Petra complimented her work in awe.

He cleared his throat to catch their attention.

“Are you ready to talk?” he asked the woman who looked a bit confused, before sending him a small smile.

“Yes,” she replied and patted Mikasa on the head. “I need to get going. Thank you for the drawing. I will put it on my fridge.” She promised the girl who seemed to lose some of her joy at the news.

"Mikasa, say goodbye and please go to your room."

The girl was saddened even more and hugged Petra's legs when both of them stood up.

"Bye bye. I will miss you," she said, melting the heart of the other. She caressed her hair before Mikasa walked out of the room.

Levi headed to the dining table and gestured for her to sit in front of him. Petra couldn't help but feel a little thrilled by the way he did that. She scolded herself internally for thirsting over such a stern and grumpy man as she joined him at the table.

"Good news, from my experience it looks like all she needs is patience."

"That is shit advice," he replied, making her frown.

"Hey, I'm trying to help. Some gratitude would be appreciated."

Levi sighed and intertwined his fingers before leaning his chin on them.

"She likes you. How did you do it?"

"The key is attention. It's what kids need the most," she replied simply, tilting her head a bit and smiled when his brow twitched.

"I want to hire you to spend time with her while I can't," he said after a long pause.

Petra sighed and straightened her back.

"There are plenty of babysitters looking for a job. They know what they're doing. I'm not even that experienced…"

"Petra, please. She likes you, I let you into my home, you look clean. Just give it a try and then you can quit if it's that bad," he said in a serious tone.

She looked at him puzzled, wondering if she heard him right. She stopped herself from laughing. He had to read it from her expression because a frustrated look showed on his face and he pulled out his phone.

"I have to be out of town this Friday. Her daycare ends at 2pm. This would be your payment, right when I get home."

Petra leaned in when he showed her the screen. Her eyebrows shot up.

"A-are you sure you didn't make a typo?"

Levi checked his phone and looked at her.

"No. But this job would require more from you than just taking care of her, so that's only fair."

The words got stuck in her mouth for a moment.

"What do you mean?" she asked, feeling the temperature in her body rising.

"I expect the place to be spotless, no matter what you two decide to do. Just make her happy, but don't make me see the mess. Making meals would also be required. Of course, you can take whatever you want from the kitchen. Since we have mutual acquaintances, I assume you wouldn't try to scam or steal from me."

Her expression changed from stunned to surprised and offended at the end.

"Of course I wouldn't steal from you! I'm not the one desperate to get hired anyway," she huffed and then looked back at the phone he was holding. She wasn't that busy during this semester, but she didn't plan on having a side job either. At the same time, such a generous paycheck wouldn't hurt for taking care of such an angel from time to time. After all, he was right while saying she could leave anytime. She didn't remember the last time she could afford a proper vacation, some cash wouldn't hurt. She looked up to his eyes.

"I can help on Friday. As for later, I don't know yet."

She didn't even realize how tense he was until he relaxed at her words.

"Good. She'll be happy to see you."

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She entered the hallway of the daycare building and headed straight to the counter in front of her.

"Hello! My name is Petra Ral, I am authorized to pick up Mikasa Ackerman today. Her father informed you in advance from what I know."

The woman sitting at the counter fixed her glasses and checked the notes laying beside her laptop.

"Ah yes, Ms Ral. Please follow me."

On their way to the playground in the back of the facility, Petra looked around. The place looked fun and colorful, knowing Mikasa's past, she was happy that Levi could afford it for her.

They got outside and she had to fix the hat on her head to not get blinded by the sun. There weren't many kids there, so she spotted Mikasa right away. She was sitting in the grass with two boys from her group.

The daycare lady called for her and the girl's eyes sparkled at the sight of Petra. She stood up and ran straight to her.

"You really came!"

Petra chuckled and kneeled to look her in the eyes.

"Of course. I promised Levi I'll be there. I always keep my promises," she said and winked, making the girl grin. Mikasa's little company joined her side.

"Waa! Are you Mikasa's mom? You look young!" the brown haired, lively boy said.

"She's not my mom. She's my… um…"

"I'm a friend," Petra said, sending them a smile. "It's time to go home."

Mikasa nodded and turned to the boys.

"Let's play next time too," she said while Petra stood up and grabbed her hand. "Bye bye."

Petra waved to the kids and they made her way back through the building.

"Did you have a good day?"

"We were learning letters and I was in a pair with Armin. He is very good."

"That sounds fun. We can practice a bit, so next time you can show off too."

Mikasa sent her a smile and it warmed Petra’s heart. She really loved kids.

“How about we’re gonna grab a cake from the bakery before heading home?”

—

Petra stretched her arms and looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost 10 PM and Levi still didn’t arrive.

At some point she considered just going home, after all, Mikasa was asleep for two hours already, but the idea of leaving her alone didn’t sit right with her.

Sitting curled up on the couch in the living room under a blanket, she closed her eyes and listened to the TV on low volume. As if summoned by her thoughts, the sound of the front door lock echoed from the hallway. She blinked fast and fixed her bangs while standing up.

She heard him stumbling before he appeared in her sight.

Slightly disheveled, Levi took off his hat and put it on the dresser before looking at her.

“You’re still here, good.”

“I wouldn’t leave Mikasa alone, of course. But I didn’t expect you to come back so late. Did you not get my calls?”

The man grunted something under his breath and turned on the dimmed lights in the room. Only then she noticed the hazy look in his eyes. She couldn’t stop a smile.

“Someone had a good evening,” she noticed. He didn’t respond, but walked to the kitchen with her following him. “Was the work delegation only an excuse for a date?”

He threw her an irritated glance while pouring water into a glass and sat down on the chair at the small table.

“It was work. I got dragged to the bar.”

Petra sat on the other chair, enjoying the view of the man in front of her. It was amusing to see someone so uptight in a drunk state. “You know, as much as I don’t mind, you should have called me.”

“I never stated when I will be back,” he replied and took out the wallet from the inside pocket of his jacket. He took out a pile of banknotes, recounted them, and put them in front of her. While the woman looked at it stunned, he drank the whole glass of water and stood up again.

“That’s way more than we agreed to.”

“Yes, I know,” he said, checking the cleanliness of the kitchen counter with his finger. “Were you cooking here?”

“Levi, I can’t take this,” she said, frustrated and looked at him.

“You can. You stayed longer.”

He turned his head when the ginger came up to him.

“It’s fine, I’m fine with apologies.”

He frowned, clearly tired and looked in her eyes. Beautiful shades of amber in them made him never want to look away.

“I’m not sorry.”

Petra pouted, making his eyes slide to her lips.

“Then I will hold a grudge, but I’m not taking that extra money.”

“Why are you so dedicated to making it difficult?”

“Because you’re drunk and that would be taking advantage,” she said, folding her arms. There was a small shift in the way he glanced at her, but it disappeared as quickly as it had arrived. The strand of hair that fell from behind her ear caught his attention. He reached out his hand to touch it, without much thought put into it.

“Your loss then,” he said, swirling her hair around his finger.

A blush appeared on her face and she moved back, fixing her grown out bangs. She sighed, brushing it off on his state.

“Mikasa is bathed and in bed. She was behaving well. I’ve read her some kid stories from my phone. You should buy kid books for her, especially since she started to learn letters. I know some good recommendations, so I will text you tomorrow,” she said, scratching the back of her neck and turning to count the amount they agreed on.

Levi watched her back and couldn’t help but look down at her legs. For someone as short as him, they did appear long. He frowned and looked away, bashing himself mentally for being a creep.

Petra turned around and their eyes met again.

“If you want to know more about my day with Mika, we can speak tomorrow. You should probably get to bed,” she said with her trademark smile.

A smile that got his heart fluttering for no damn reason.

#rivetra #levi x petra #adopted mikasa #domestic fluff #citrinate writes #babysitter petra

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always-andromeda · 1 year

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hey meda! i know it’s been a minute but i’ve been super busy with studying and exams. they’re over now though and i’m so relieved, especially since I’ve gotten my grades back & i did pretty well! i saw your post about it being finals season for you so i wish you all the luck in the world! do you have anything fun planned for the summer?

since I finished exams I’ve just been reading and making friendship bracelets, it’s been so lovely. I finished catching fire and mockingjay and oh my god. the books hit so much harder at some points, it made me fall in love with the story and the characters even harder than the movies did. and I just finished the prequel, the ballad of songbirds and snakes, which was really good also! it’s so cool to have all that insight into snow’s character. have you read it?

also, have you seen jake’s new movie, the covenant? I can’t watch it until it comes out on prime in june cause it’s not playing in canadian theatres :/ and I was so looking forward to seeing it too. if you’ve seen it what’d you think?? it seems pretty interesting and he looked soGOOD in the trailers ughhh

anyway, sorry this was such a long ask!! i hope you’re being kind to yourself & have lots of rest & relaxation after your finals <333

ps i saw this pilot edit the other day & it made me think of you

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Hello, E!!!! Sorry this took me a hot second to answer. I've been in exam mode and not had many chances to be super online this past week. I'm about halfway through everything and I'm hoping to get the rest of my work done early on at the start of the week so I can properly relax for a bit. Thank you for the well wishes!! Here's to hoping that despite the fact that I've been depressed all semester and struggling to get everything done, I will pass these damn classes. 😤👍🏻 As for summer plans, I don't have anything concrete planned yet, but my dad keeps talking about taking some sort of vacation and one of my friend has been talking about wanting to bring me to some clubs and local music events this summer? So we'll see how all that turns out!!

Now, about The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, when the book first dropped, I was 100% set on never reading it (because I can be very snobby sometimes lol) but now that the trailer for the movie is out...I'm genuinely considering picking up a copy one of the next times I go out. I'm slowly getting more interested in seeing what it's all about!! That's another thing I'm hoping I'll have more time to do once summer hits.

I've actually been trying to talk my mom and her boyfriend into seeing The Covenant with me lol. Partially because it really seems like the kind of movie that her boyfriend would like. But I think they're both so sick of me fixating on little male celebrities that it probably won't be until it comes out on prime for me either. So at least you're not alone in that one!! But yes, I am so weak for Jake with that fluffy beard I am so– 🥴

Yeah, that's all I got. Lovely to hear from you, dear, and I'm glad that summer seems to be treating you well so far!! 💞✨

(p.s. that edit is so fucking good ugh the audio choice is literally perfect and it makes me so soft that it reminded you of me 🥺 thank you for sharing it!!)

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silver-tongued-bby · 2 years

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Time Away ~ A Keeper Tale

Pairing: Dark!Mob!Loki (softer here!) x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!! This is a Soft!Dark!Loki fic hence it explores soft dark themes including a whole lot of edging, public toy play, degradation, slight public humiliation, dirty talk, manipulation, and sex (f/m).

Words: ~4,000

Summary: Vacationing with Loki wasn't exactly as relaxing as you'd hoped.

This is a follow up to my first ever one-shot, Keeper, but you can proceed without reading the original story!

Author's note: I'm back!! Thank you to everyone for being so kind and patient throughout my break. It really means the world. Sending lots of love to you all 🖤🖤🖤

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The warm wind whipped around you as you blinked through the mist that came off the waves. The light glinted off the water, the brilliant turquoise of it like nothing you’d ever seen.

Slowing the boat as you neared shore, Loki turned to you, his eyes hidden behind his dark shades, a smirk pulling at his lips. You couldn’t help but grin back, biting your lip as you took him in, the top few buttons of his black linen shirt undone to expose his chest, his sleeves rolled up just past his forearms. His dark waves were pushed back by the wind. You’d never seen him so relaxed.

He held a hand out for you, motioning for you to join him at the wheel of the small mahogany boat.

You got up, choosing careful steps as you made your way over to him. Smiling, you laced your fingers with his before he pulled you in front of him, his fingers tracing your arms before gripping your hands, gently guiding you to grasp at the wheel and the throttle. You did your best to hide the little gasp that left your lips as he moved his grasp to your hips to pull you closer, though his deep chuckle told you he’d heard. He always heard.

You swallowed hard as you felt his lips ghost against the heated skin of your neck, your hands holding on to the wheel for support. He hadn’t let you cum in days, ever since you boarded the private jet to Europe. Of course that didn’t stop him from teasing and toying with you every chance he got. You were constantly wet, quickly discovering that even sitting in certain positions had you close to cumming. It was as if he’d traded your sanity for his own. As he held you in a near constant state of arousal, he relaxed and unwound, taking more pleasure in teasing you than ever before.

“Darling,” he murmured in your ear, pressing his lips delicately against you. “Are you wearing your new toy?” His tongue swiped against your skin between his lips, your knees trembling at the sensation.

“Yes,” you breathed, gripping the wheel tightly as his hips subtly rolled into yours, your cunt clenching around the silicone toy.

“That’s my good girl,” you could barely hear him over the sound of the engine, his lips moving to caress the shell of your ear. You let out a little whimper in response. “Remember pet, behave yourself. We wouldn’t want to make a scene.” He bit the exposed skin of your shoulder, bringing a hiss from you.

“I won’t- I promise,” you sighed, his hands falling to hold your hips.

“We’ll just have to see, won’t we?” You could hear the amusement in his voice as he ground harder against you, your breath catching in your throat. “Hold on for me and I’ll fuck your lovely little cunt. I’ll even let you cum on my cock. No more teasing,” his teeth grazed your jaw before he moved you back beside him, pressing one last kiss to your cheek before taking control of the boat.

Out of breath, you looked to him, his eyes still unreadable behind his glasses. He neared the dock, squeezing your hand before stepping out of the boat, greeting the dockhand with a nod before helping you ashore.

~~~

The little balcony looked over the vast lake, the sunset painting the sky with wide strokes of pink and orange.

Your eyes widened as yet another course was brought to the table, a fillet of delicious looking fish on a bed of greens. You sighed, unsure where this would fit amongst the five courses you’d already eaten.

Loki met your gaze from across the table, his eyes flashing with a hint of sympathy before he turned back to the woman to his left, the matriarch of the family you were dining with. She was also the head of the syndicate who he’d worked with for almost a decade, a close friend. He’d had an open invitation to visit her family for vacation instead of work, though this was the first time he’d ever taken her up on the offer.

The man beside you nudged your arm, breaking you from your thoughts. You turned to him, meeting his warm smile. “Provalo,” he said, motioning with a nod to the fish.

You gave him a smile, rubbing your stomach. “Sono pieno,” you tilted your head, “in America non mangiamo questo molto.” Seeing his smile falter you broke off a small bite of the fish, sighing as it met your tongue. It was delicious.

He laughed heartily, shaking his head as he turned to his companion. You hoped you hadn’t just made a fool of yourself, prying the app you’d been using to study Italian wasn’t a scam.

After the waiters cleared the plates, one giving you a frown and a click of his tongue as he picked up your mostly untouched portion, the madness of the meal seemed to have ended. You sipped your espresso, chatting with the woman beside you when you pressed your legs together, sitting up straight at the low vibration coming from the toy. You nodded as she discussed her impression of New York as you took a sip of espresso, your eyes flickering across the table.

Loki was turned to the side, discussing with the man to his right as he sipped from the minuscule cup, one hand hidden below the table. You let out a breath, trying your best to focus on the gripes the woman beside you had with the subway system. You froze when he kicked it up a notch, the pink silicon vibrator thrumming against your g-spot and your clit at the same time.

You gave her a sympathetic smile, your hand instinctively finding your thigh to grip it tightly, nails pressing into the skin of your knee to distract yourself. It worked for a moment until you felt the setting switch, the intensity rising then falling, then rising again. You let out a sharp gasp, gripping the edge of the table harshly. All eyes turned to you as you coughed, shaking your head. “Mi spiacente,” you tapped your chest with an open hand, coughing a little as if to indicate you’d choked on your espresso. “Scusami,” you smiled, crossing your legs tightly under the table. The vibrations had gone back down to a low level.

Loki’s cool gaze met yours, his expression questioning with a hint of warning.

You felt your face heat up as you gave him a tight lipped smile, nodding lightly before turning back to the woman beside you.

The intensity slowly increased through the rest of the meal, though it never reached the same level as before. You were soaked, and mentally thanked your past self for choosing to wear black linen, certain there’d be a visible damp spot on your skirt after he’d teased you from afar for the past half hour.

He held your arm in his as you descended the stone steps back to the boat, your heart thrumming in your chest.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, his eyes trained on the sparkling lights of the city.

“Better now,” you sighed, leaning on him a little, grateful for the support as you descended the stairs.

“Did dinner not agree with you?” His voice held a tone of concern, though you could see straight through it.

“It was a lot of food,” you mumbled, chancing a glance up at him, the two of you now on the sloped path towards the dock.

He sighed. “Sounded like a little more than indigestion, darling. Are you certain you’re feeling alright?” He turned to you, his gaze searching yours.

“Yes,” you felt your face heat up, your eyes on the ground as he tipped the dock attendant. He stepped back to you, one finger coming under your chin to move your gaze to his. “I’m sorry I made a scene.”

“Don’t be embarrassed, pretty girl.” He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. “Would you like me to take you home?”

You bit your lip, nodding quickly.

“Good,” he smiled. “Remember, pet. Be my good girl until we reach the hotel. Can you do that for me, darling?”

You nodded again, and he smiled. He led you into the boat, sitting you beside him. As he pulled away from the dock the lights around you faded, the atmosphere much more intimate out in the bay. He sat at the wheel once he picked up speed.

Just as you settled in for the ride, your eyes taking in the twinkling city lights all around you, you felt it. Adjusting your posture, you looked over to him, finding his one hand on the wheel, the other on his leg where you could just make out the screen of the app controlling the toy still nestled in your cunt. Your legs pressed together, hands gripping the soft leather of the seat as he increased the intensity, quickly reaching the level that had you making a scene at dinner. “Oh,” you squeaked as he put the level up even higher, your hips jutting backwards.

“Everything alright, pet?” He called over the sound of the motor and the waves, his eyes glinting in the moonlight.

“I’m-“ you sucked in a sharp breath as he increased the intensity a touch more before switching to the pulse function. “I’m f-fuck,” your back hit the seat behind you, the words on your tongue quickly melting away. “Fuck,” your chest was heaving. All of a sudden you felt too warm in the cool night air.

He slowed the boat to a stop, turning towards you in the driver’s seat, the phone still in his hand. He tapped the screen then placed it on the dash, the pulses now rapid within you. Smirking as he leant back, he took a cigar from the glovebox and clipped the end. He lit it, taking a few puffs as he watched you squirm.

“I’m so close,” you breathed, your fingers sore from their grip on the leather.

“How close, little girl?” He shrugged off his dinner jacket, tossing the dark blue linen over the back of his chair as he held the cigar between his teeth.

“I’m- fuck, so close, please, please, please-“ you panted, “turn it off, I can’t. I can’t Loki, please,” your back arched off the chair as you tried to hold back your orgasm.

“Hmm, since you asked so nicely,” he picked up his phone, turning up the vibration.

You cried out as your hips lifted off the seat, your eyes fluttering closed as you pressed your thighs together.

“Oh, my finger slipped. So sorry darling,” he turned it down, bringing the setting back to a low thrum. “There.” You could see the mischief in his gaze from the blue safety light at the back of the boat. He watched you come down from the edge, your chest heaving. Standing, he slid the phone in his pocket as he held the cigar between his fingertips, walking over to you. “Come here,” he said, guiding you to the bench behind the driver’s seat. You sat on the edge, and he sat beside you, pulling you closer.

“Let’s do a little test, shall we?” He took another puff off the cigar. He brought his phone out, the little app displaying a circle at the bottom of a screen, a thin line running through it. He held the circle down with his thumb, dragging it upwards as the vibration increased. Your hand fell to his thigh, gripping it as your hips rolled backwards.

“How does that feel, pet?”

“G-good,” you nodded, trying your best not to think about how nice he felt pressed against you. His scent was all around you, the cigar smoke making your head spin.

“And this?” He brought it up sharply and you gasped, gripping his leg harder.

“Really, fuck-“ you breathed, “really good.” You rested your head on his shoulder, his inky black waves brushing against your forehead as he looked down at you.

You saw him push the little circle all the way up to the top of the screen and your mouth fell open, your eyebrows drawing together. “Loki- I, oh my god,” you babbled, “I can’t. I can’t, it feels too good- fuck!”

He chuckled, holding the cigar between his fingers as he gently touched your chin to guide your gaze to his. “Don’t focus on it, darling. Focus on me,” he leant to press a kiss against your lips and you groaned, your legs falling open as you attempted to relieve the pressure.

He licked into your mouth slowly, gently teasing you before lightly fucking you with his tongue, your lips suckling on it. You were whining as his hand around you dropped to brush against your breast through the linen of your dress, passing over your sensitive nipple.

Just as you thought you couldn’t hold it any longer he’d dropped the intensity back down, his tongue lightly teasing you before he pulled away, eyes searching yours. He simply smirked before taking another pull off his cigar, blowing the smoke upwards.

He turned to you with a grin. “You look positively debauched, pet.” His eyes ran down your form before coming back to meet your gaze. “Those lovely little sounds you were making at dinner,” he leant in to kiss your neck, “they made me want to bend you over and take you right there. Let everyone watch as your delectable cunt takes my cock like you were built for me.”

You squirmed against him, your legs falling shut as he started to bring up the vibration intensity once more.

“Hmm, or maybe I’d leave the toy in and fuck your tight little asshole. Stretch you as you tremble and scream. My little whore makes such pretty sounds as she takes me.”

You moaned as he upped the vibration further.

“Wouldn’t you like that? For me to ruin you in front of everyone?”

You nodded to him and swallowed hard, so close once again.

He grinned, his thumb brushing against your cheekbone. “My perfect girl. Too bad the only one who will ever get to see you like that is me. It’s almost selfish,” he chuckled, moving his thumb past your lips. You swirled your tongue around it, eagerly taking the digit in. “Such a good girl,” he spoke, his eyes falling to your lips.

It took everything within you not to rub your hand on his length through his trousers. You gripped the seat tightly once more, some drool falling onto your lap as you continued to suckle his digit, your breath heavy.

He pulled his thumb out of your mouth, swiping it across your lips before lowering the vibration once more. He leant forward, pressing a kiss against your forehead. “Mine,” he whispered before moving back to the driver’s seat.

~~~

He edged you twice more on the route back to the hotel, your legs wobbly as you got out of the boat. You felt flushed, your clothes wrinkled and damp from your sweat and arousal. You could feel the slick between your legs, your panties long since soaked through.

He held you close as you rode the elevator back to the suite. It opened into the room, and you stepped out, immediately slipping off your shoes.

He brought you a glass of water, watching you drink it as he unbuttoned his shirt. You were grateful to have it, the ride over leaving your throat scratchy and dry.

Taking the glass from you, he set it on the coffee table before returning to slowly unzip your dress, pressing a kiss to the base of your neck as he did so. He undid your bra, sliding it down your arms before pulling your panties down your legs.

“Oh pet,” he said, crouched before you as he finally saw how wet you were. “Poor thing,” his tone was filled with faux sympathy, his eyes taunting you. He left your panties on the pile of clothes, leading you into the bedroom. He sat you down on the bed before shrugging off his shirt, placing it on the chair by the bedside table where his gun glinted in the low light. He brought the standing mirror from the closet to a few feet before you, his well-defined muscles flexing as he did so.

“Let me see, pretty girl,” he said, guiding your thighs apart with his hands. He knelt before you, angled slightly to the side so you could see the bright pink silicone between your legs, the tail of the toy nestled against your clit. “Look at you,” he said, fingers trailing up the slick that had collected on the insides of your thighs. “What a fucking mess,” he bent to kiss the delicate skin of your inner thigh, causing you to hiss sharply.

He moved backwards, his fingers going to the tail of the toy. “Are you ready?” He asked, his eyes gentle.

You nodded, swallowing hard as you watched his reflection slowly pull out the toy. It didn’t take much, the wetness around it causing it to glide out of you with ease as you shivered. Your cunt dripped onto the bedspread, your clit puffy and defined. You felt so very sensitive, figuring he could make you cum from simply blowing on your sex.

“Do you want to watch me fuck you, little girl?” He asked, his eyes darker than before.

Words were too much for you at the moment so you simply nodded, looking up at him.

“Lay down for me, and spread those legs.” You did as you were told, laying back as he angled the mirror so you could see yourself at the end of the bed. He came back to place a pillow under your lower back, your dripping cunt now visible in the mirror from your position.

You turned to see him taking off his trousers, his belt softly clinking as he draped his clothes over the chair that held his shirt. His cock was hard, and you licked your lips absentmindedly as he approached.

He chuckled. “I love it when you get like this. Not a thought in that lovely head.”

You nodded, your hips grinding against the air. “Please,” you breathed, watching his gaze fall to your dripping cunt, his expression darkening further.

“I suppose there’s one thought in there, isn’t there? Do you need me darling?”

“Please,” you said again, eyes almost wet as you pleaded with him.

“Don’t worry pet,” he came over to you, kneeling between your legs. He ran the tip of his cock through your folds and you moaned, arching into him. “Isn’t that better?”

You nodded again, your hips moving against him. He felt so fucking good, each time his warm cock teased your clit you gasped, so close to the edge once more.

He bent over you, angling your head so you saw the reflection of the two of you in the mirror. You gasped at the sight of his lithe form over you, the muscles in his back pronounced in the low light of the hotel room.

“That’s it. Be a good girl and watch me. Watch me use you like the toy you are.” He whispered in your ear before taking your lobe between his teeth. You moaned in response, arching against him.

He slowly slid in just the tip, holding your hips still with one hand. “Oh darling, this pretty cunt is so wet, so ready to be fucked.” You slid your fingers around his bicep, opening your legs further. He inched within you, slowly stretching you until he bottomed out, the tip of his cock brushing against your cervix.

You whimpered, moving your hands to your breasts, pinching your nipples between your fingers. He took a tentative thrust and your eyes rolled back in your head, his cock easily hitting deep inside of your walls.

“Your cunt is so fucking tight,” he said, moving to look into your eyes. “You’re going to cum already, aren’t you?”

You nodded, arching further into him.

“Cum for me. Be a good girl and cum on this cock. I want to feel you around me,” he sped up his pace, the wet sounds filling the room.

You were moaning his name, so close to the edge, your mind hanging on as if it were afraid to let you cum. You gazed up at him, his clenched jaw and dark eyes pushing you that little bit further off the depths of bliss. Finally giving in to your orgasm, you cried out his name over and over as you withed underneath him, his thrusts faltering slightly. It was utterly euphoric, wave after wave of pleasure hitting you hard as you moaned.

“Oh my god,” you breathed, hands shakily reaching out for him. “Oh my god,” you opened your eyes, seeing him smirk down at you. “Oh my fucking god. We’ve- I’ve never cum like that-“ you trailed off as his thrusts slowed.

“I know. You’ve never lasted that long without cumming. I’m so proud of you. Such a good fucking girl,” he grinned, bending to kiss you. “Now lie back like the toy you are and let me fill you up.”

You bit your lip, opening your legs farther. He knew you so well. He easily touched on every little way to drive you crazy, using all of the right words to his each of your kinks expertly.

Holding himself over you, he licked the shell of your ear, earning a strangled moan from you. “Are you going to cum again as I use you?”

You felt the pleasure rising within you once more, though you couldn’t be certain that it had ever ceased. “Yes, please- you feel so good. Fuck,” you moaned, watching him fuck you in the mirror.

“Touch your clit for me, pretty girl. I want you to milk the cum out of my cock with your cunt.”

You groaned, moving your hands between your bodies to lightly touch your sensitive clit. “Oh,” you breathed, circling it as you quickly neared another orgasm.

“Good girl. You can cum again, pet. I want you to cum again.” He started thrusting into you hard as you played with yourself.

“It’s so good, thank you, I- oh,” you moaned, your hips stilling as your hand sped up.

“That’s it. My perfect little whore. Cum on this cock,” he angled his hips to brush along your g spot slightly and you saw stars, your body frozen in place as you came again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck- oh my fucking god Loki,” you whimpered, your cunt pulsing around his cock, your eyes fluttering open. “Fuck, please- please. Please cum inside me, please!”

His mouth fell open with your words, hips stuttering as he let out a groan. You felt his cock twitching within you as he gave you a few more lazy thrusts before he let out a breath. He pressed a kiss to your lips.

You were exhausted, mind still numb from the intense orgasms. He pulled out of you, coming back with a warm towel for between your legs before he helped you up. You felt so wonderfully warm as he led you to the bath, the windows overlooking the lake. You waited as he filled the tub before leading you inside, coming behind you in the water. Sighing, you leant back against him as he absentmindedly drew circles on your shoulder.

“This is nice,” you smiled, leaning into him a little more.

He chuckled. “Yes it is.”

“I like you on vacation,” you brought his fingers to your lips to kiss them.

“Oh? And what about back home?”

“I love you wherever you are,” you angled your head to meet his soft gaze. “But I especially like you here.”

He smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Well we’ll just have to come here more often, won’t we?”

~~~

Author's Note: This fic is the result of recent daydreaming about Lake Como and a particular app-controlled toy 🙈I'm thinking of writing something on the other end of the spectrum of this fic, maybe after a particularly bad workday for Loki... (let me know if you'd read it!)

Anyways, I'm very happy to be back. Things are still a little crazy so I can't commit to any regular posting schedule, but I do have a lot of stuff in the works.

Thank you for reading- I hope you all have a lovely weekend! Likes, reblogs, and comments mean more than you know 🖤🖤🖤

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katsu28 · 2 years

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sabotage

pairing; non-canon!Rafe Cameron x reader

summary: Picking up guys is hard enough, but even harder when Rafe Cameron has anything to do with it

warnings: light swearing, slight angst but i promise it gets better

a/n: this has been in my drafts for months and i finally finished it! also why do i feel like i'm just writing for the same three characters over and over again...branching out soon i promise

i hope y'all are a lovely day/night/afternoon/morning wherever you are <3

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You let out a frustrated groan, thunking your head against the bar as yet another guy you’d been flirting with hurried away.

It was Friday night, and you were currently just trying to find someone interesting to maybe spend the night with, or if things went well, get to know a little bit better. Usually, you were pretty good at flirting with people, but tonight there was just something that was messing up your game.

Or rather, someone.

Rafe Cameron, your best friend since the sixth grade and your supposed wingman of the night.

Under normal circumstances, you wouldn’t have invited Rafe to come with you, but all of your friends unfortunately had plans, and he was the next best option. But instead of helping you, all he’d been doing for the past few hours was embarrass you and scare guys off.

“Aw. Looks like another fluke,” Rafe sighed, sliding into the seat that had just been vacated. He took another swig from his beer as he shot you a fake ass sympathetic look, as if he didn’t just glare daggers at the guy you were talking to until he made some half-ass excuse and ran off. “I say we just call in a night and head back to yours. Maybe grab some pizza, watch a movie—”

“What is your problem, dude?” You interrupted, squinting at him suspiciously.

“Problem? I don’t have a problem. No problems here.”

“That’s like, the fourth guy you’ve scared off just tonight, Rafe.” You huffed, fishing your credit card out of your purse and handing it to the bartender to close out your tab. There was no use in spending any more money if Rafe was going to keep sabotaging you. “If this is some kind of stupid game you’re playing, cut it out.”

Rafe’s eyebrows furrowed. “Sorry for wanting to protect my best friend from a bunch of mainland jerks?”

“They’re not jerks!”

“You don’t know that!”

“And you do?” You fixed Rafe to the spot with an unimpressed glare, slipping your card back into your wallet and thanking the bartender before making your way outside.

The cool night air hit you immediately—a nice feeling on your heated cheeks. You could hear Rafe hurrying after you, his long strides allowing him to catch up to you quickly.

“Yeah, I do know, actually.” He informed you, shoving his hands into his pockets as he fell into step with your brisk pace.

“Oh really? How?”

“I vibe checked them.” He said as-a-matter-of-factly. “And they did not pass.”

Glancing over at him, you saw that he was trying really hard to keep a straight face. “You’re so annoying. Like, actually. Remind me again why I keep you around?”

“Because you love me.” He shrugged, nudging your shoulder with his.

“Against my better judgment, yeah, I guess I love you.” You sighed dramatically.

Rafe’s heart gave an involuntary Irish jig in his chest at your words, because even though he knew you didn’t mean it like that, he couldn’t help but wish that you did.

You see, that was Rafe’s big secret. That was the real reason he was a less than helpful wingman.

Rafe Cameron was in love with you, his best friend. And there was nothing he could do about it, so he just played it off like he was overprotective because he didn’t know what else to do.

All his life, he’d had to sit by and listen to you gush about the boys you dated, pretending to be happy for you when all he could feel was the pain of not being able to be the one who made you happiest. He’d comforted you when you got your heart broken more times than he could count, feeling the rage bubbling in his veins at the thought of anyone hurting you this badly. He’d been the shoulder to cry on, the nagging best friend, the confidant to your every secret—but never the one who you loved.

At least not in the way Rafe longed for.

“Rafe?” Your voice drew him out of his thoughts, and he realized you’d gotten to his car and you were waiting for him to unlock it.

“Right, sorry. Here,” Rafe fumbled for his keys in his pocket for a few seconds before unlocking it and pulling your door open for you. After both he and you were buckled in, he sighed. “So, where to now?”

Rafe was expecting you to say something like back to your place, or even back to Tanneyhill, but the next words that came out of your mouth made him freeze.

“Do you want me to be happy, Rafe?” His gaze snapped to yours so fast he almost gave himself whiplash, half thinking that you were just messing with him, but one look at you told him you were dead serious.

“Do I—of course I want you to be happy, Y/N, that’s all I’ve ever wanted for you.” Rafe frowned, wondering how you could ever think he didn’t want you to be happy. “Why would you even ask that?”

“Then why are you being like this?”

Again, Rafe was rendered speechless by your words. His eyes shifted to the road as he started to drive, racking his brain for a believable excuse. “I’m just trying to protect you.”

“No, I know when you’re being protective. This is different.” You pressed, tilting your head at your best friend. “So why?”

“Why are we arguing about this, Y/N?” He asked incredulously. “I care about you. I want you to find a guy that’ll treat you right. And you’re not gonna find that in some bar!”

“I’m not gonna find it anywhere if you keep messing with me, Rafe!” Rafe’s jaw clenched as he flicked on his turn signal and pulled over to the side of the road in one swift motion. “What are you doing?”

He dragged a hand through his hair, letting out a deep breath through his nose before turning in his seat to face you.

“I’m in love with you, Y/N.”

Your eyebrows flew high in surprise. “You—what?”

“Damn it, Y/N, I’ve been in love with you ever since you pushed Topper off the dock for making fun of my hair in eighth grade!”

“Rafe…”

“It fucking kills me every time I see some random guy making moves on you, because I know I could treat you better than they ever could,” He breathed. “And I know—I know I probably just ruined our friendship by telling you this, but I can’t just sit here and—”

You cut Rafe off by leaning over the center console and pressing your lips against his. He was taken aback, but kissed you back almost instantly, sliding his hand around the back of your neck while your arms curled around his broad shoulders.

The kiss ended sooner than Rafe hoped, and when he opened his eyes all he could think about was how much better it was than he’d ever imagined.

“I’m in love with you too, Rafe.” You admitted softly.

“Really?” Rafe couldn’t help but smile like an idiot at your words, letting a dopey grin stretch across his face because holy shit, you actually loved him back!!!

“No, I kiss all my friends like that.”

“Don’t play with me right now.”

“Yes, really.” You sighed, rolling your eyes playfully. “Have been for like the longest time, thanks for noticing.”

“Hey, you didn’t notice either!”

“True.”

“Say it again.” Rafe murmured, tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. You raised your eyebrows, tilting your head with a smug smile pulling at your lips. “Come on, Y/N. I’ve been waiting for like eight years to hear you say those words.” He whined, leaning his head back against the headrest with a childish pout.

“Rafe Cameron,” You sighed, meeting his eyes with a completely serious look, to which he perked up. “I’m in love with you.”

“Damn right you are.” He sighed, leaning towards you and resting his chin in his hand.

“You’re so annoying.”

“Annoyingly in love with you.”

“Absolutely disgusting. Go away.” You pushed his face away from yours in mock disgust, but he laced his fingers with yours, bringing your linked hands up to kiss the back of yours. “Take me home, Cameron.”

“If you insist.”

“Not like that!”

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spacebarnes · 3 years

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TOM AND Y/N BEING A GOOFY AND ADORABLE COUPLE FOR EIGHT MINUTES STRAIGHT.

SUMMARY: when a video has your name, it catches your full attention.

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Warnings: none, just fluff.

A/N: I saw this on youtube and immediately knew I had to do it with some of my favs, so this came out! I want to do it with Sebastian and even with some more, tell me if you want me to do it with someone! as I always say, english is not my first language so I hope this is good! take care of yourself pls! (not my gif)

the sun was beginning to disappear and the last rays of it filtered through the thin white curtains that the apartment had. it was a warm day, but it was beginning to get dark and the cold wind was beginning to appear.

Tom was on the Spider-Man 3 set and you were sitting on the couch with a big black blanket, a bag of jelly beans and the remote control in your hand pressing buttons while you were looking for what to watch on YouTube. a video appeared with the title "Tom and Y / N being a goofy and adorable couple for eight minutes straight." and without a doubt, you said to put it.

the first clip was a instastorie which was recorded by Chris Hemsworth on the set of Infinity War. first Chris's face would appear and then the camera would flip over to show Tom and you sitting side by side laughing at something that was showing up on your phone.

"what are you doing?" Mark Ruffalo's voice was heard from the side of the camera.

"I'm recording teenage love." Chris said and with his fingers he zoomed in on the screen making the camera get closer to you two. "teenage love, teenage love." he began to say the words with some melody, creating a rhythm.

°•

"stop recording me, Tom." you said while applying a little gloss to your lips, you had seen by the reflection of the mirror that Tom was recording.

"i can't, you look so gorgeous." he said without stopping recording, then he stood by your side and I wait for you to finish applying the gloss.

you closed the small container and settled down next to him, feeling how he passed his free hand around your waist. "damn, we look good." when you put your direct view in the mirror, you could see how good you two looked. Tom wore a black suit and a sky blue tie that matched your dress, while you carried a small bag and black heels to match it.

"we do, we do." agreed with you without stopping recording. "'key, let's do a little dance, go!" this took you by surprise and you made the first move that came to your mind, which was to clench your two fists and make circles with them at the height of your shoulders.

after a few seconds, the two of you started laughing and that story was posted on your boyfriend's instagram.

°•

since the quarantine had begun, the activity that the two of you did most was listening to new artists to discover new music.

Permanent Vacation by 5 Seconds Of Summer played in the background as you two danced and jumped non-stop. the smiles were not erased from your faces and that was a moment when everyone could tell that they were soulmates.

in a slip, you slipped and fell straight to the floor, causing Tom to stop dancing to quickly check if you were okay. "darling, are you okay?" He knelt before you and took your hand. "you are so dumb." he said with a smile as he helped you stand up.

"excuse me?"

°•

"so do you have any tradition with your family for Christmas?" Jimmy asked, putting his mug on his desk.

"with my family no, but with [Y/N] i do." when he answered and your name was named, the crowd started to make noise. "we wake up and the first thing that we do it's bake cakes." he said simply and a small smile formed on his face.

"cakes? tell us more." the interviewer encouraged him.

"so, we bake two cakes, one for the dinner with the family and other just for us." he explained with hand movements. "then we decorate it and finally we sit down to watch The Grinch while we eat the cake." the smile on his face grew bigger when he heard the "aw" from the entire audience.

"that's really sweet and sounds fun." Jimmy told him with a smile.

°•

the countless interviews Tom had to do since Spider-Man: Far From Home came out kept the two of you apart. actually now he was playing with his cast friends and he wasn't doing an interview, but there was a surprise for him.

you felt nervous after not having seen him for a few months, because even though they lived together, you had to fly to Canada to be with your family and not feel alone while he was filming.

"alright, so." Jacob switched cards so he could read the following sentence to Tom and Jake, who were wearing loud music headphones. "[Y/N] ...

"what?" Tom interrupted him not understanding what he was saying.

"are we sure that he is gonna understand?" Zendaya looked at the production and then went back to reading the card. "[Y/N] is here."

"who is here?" Jake asked and brought his hands to the sides of his ears to press the headphones further. "i don't get the name."

"[Y/N] is here!" Jacob yelled at them, hoping they could understand the sentence. you appeared in the room, but you stayed where the light was not so strong so that they could not see you and you waited for the producer's signal to appear.

"wait, what?" Tom asked again. "say it slow."

"oh my god." Zendaya rolled her eyes when she saw that he wasn't understanding. "your girlfriend it's here!"

"your girlfriend it's here!" Jake guessed for Tom and did a little victory dance before removing his headphones.

"you have a girlfriend, Jake? i didn't know that." the brunette said with surprise as he took off his headphones. immediately everyone started laughing and he looked at them without understanding what was happening. "i don't get it."

"who's gonna tell him?" Jacob asked and looked at the people behind the cameras.

"tell me what?" Holland asked not understanding what they meant. you started to move forward until everyone except Tom could see you.

"that i'm here, dumbass." you spoke and you saw how quickly your boyfriend's head turned to be able to see you with surprise.

"stop playing, are you a hologram?" he asked in disbelief as he got up from the chair so he could approach you and put his hands on his waist. "you're not."

"i'm not, i'm really here." you said and put your two hands on his cheeks and then get closer and be able to kiss him after so long apart.

°•

"can anyone tell him that Isaac Lahey is a character and does not exist in real life?" your voice was heard on the speaker of your phone while you were recording Tom, who had gotten up from the couch and was right now at the kitchen counter. "because Tom got jealous of him."

"you said that he is hot!" your boyfriend's scream was heard from the kitchen.

"so what? you think Lydia is pretty." you said with a tone of indignation without stopping recording.

"but i think that you are so much pretty than she." Tom's voice began to be heard closer, as did his footsteps.

"that doesn't justify you." you crossed your arms, causing your cell phone to shake a bit.

"that's not even the point! the point is, you said Isaac was hot." seconds later, he appeared with a bag of M&M's and a glass of milk. "you're cheating on me."

"I'm dating a five years old, just to all of you know." you rotated the camera and now you were recording yourself.

"i want the divorce." he said and stood in front of you to hand you the bag of M & M's you had asked for.

"we are not even married!"

°•

"you're currently dating Tom Holland, but we want to know how did the two of you met? because you are not in the Marvel movies." James asked and settled into his chair while you did the same.

"well, everybody thinks that we met at the Golden Globes." you started talking and your eyes brightened. "we actually met at the auditions of my first movie. Tom was there for the paper of my brother, but he didn't got it."

"you met at there? I really thought that the first time you met was at the Golden Gobles." the blond commented in great amazement.

"we didn't met there, but we took a selfie in there for the first time and we talked beyond a few lines of a script." you gave the data with a big smile and looked at the audience.

"and when did you fall in love for him?" he asked and this made the crowd make some noise that was combined with your laughter.

"you know, actually the first time that i saw him i was like 'damn, shawty', but i think it was in the moment that we were at a friend's party and he approached me and told me to go to another place with him because he was not comfortable and I was the only person who knew who would say yes. " and if you thought your smile couldn't get any bigger, the moment you remembered that moment, it did.

the video ended and just then the apartment door was opened, forcing you to take a look. "hey, darling." your boyfriend's voice sounded behind you.

"hi, baby." you said and felt how he hid his face in your neck, leaning his body on the edge of the chair.

"what are you watching?" he asked and pulled away from you, not before leaving a quick kiss on your neck.

"it was a video of us being the goofy and adorable couple of all times." you answered with a smile as you watched him take off his shoes and approach you to take a seat on the couch.

"and there are no more of those?" he asked and sat next to you and then wrapped his arms around you and leaned his head on your shoulder. you took control and pressed a button to see the video suggestions.

"well, here is this one" you said and put the video called 'Y/N and Tom being the sexiest couple in the whole fucking world'.

"oh, i see what people think of us." the brunette said when he saw the title of the video.

"what do you mean with that? of course we are the sexiest couple in the whole fucking world." you wrinkled your eyebrows and lowered your gaze a bit to connect with his.

"yes, we are." when he finished talking, he leaned to you so he can kiss you.

#fanfic #marvel #oneshot #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland smut #peter parker x reader #peter parker #tom holland fluff #tom holland imagine

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zackcrazyvalentine · 3 years

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I hope i'm not late for the screenshots thingy!

Here's who i got!

(i got lucky cause Epel and Idia are my faves LMAO)

And for the theme, maybe them reacting to MC cooking them meals from their world? Or maybe them visiting MC's world with them? You choose!

(romantic btw!)

LET'S GET THIS BREAD!!! I'm sorry it took some time to get out

I'll do a half and half~

Let's go!

~ Other Worldly ~

With: Epel Felmier, Idia Shroud, Vil Schoenheit, Jack Howl, and MC

Them reacting to MC cooking food from their world, and visiting MC's world

First off, let me start by saying that a good 3/4 of these characters are super picky(? with their food, Vil and Idia being the most critical (according to what Master Chef events tell us)

Hope you have some super cooking skills and/or premium ingredients at hand! ^^''

Some headcanons didn't come out too romantic orz

🍎 Epel Felmier 🧹

Foreign dishes

Epel noticed the peculiar cooking going on in Ramshackle after visiting one time

While he may be critical of ingredients and overall resulting taste, Felmier is curious to try new things (specially if it's in big portions, unlike Pomefiore's dinners)

He approaches MC shily, asking if he could have a taste of what they were eating at the time

"Sure, no problem! In fact, let me cook some for you fresh!"

Before he could even protest to get them to stop, the Prefect already got to work

He tries to help, but MC shoots him down and tells him to patiently wait

Epel's appetite and curiosity are increasing with every second

Once the food's ready to be savored, he digs right in! And will provide some feedback about what he liked about it, what it reminds him of, and if needed be points out what he thinks it lacked

Eager to try out more of the food MC was accustomed to eating back in their world!

Visiting a far away land

EPEL IS PUMPED!!! FIELD TRIP TO A LAND HE'S NEVER SEEN OR HEAD ABOUT, UNLESS IT'S FROM MC'S MOUTH!!

He's eager to visit all the places his love adores! Make some memories and have a blast discovering the place such a wonderful person comes from

He wants to know how their two worlds differ, how a world without magic unfolds before his eyes

Let's be honest: this boy right here is excited to wreck havoc in supermarket and fast food places' parking lots. Y'all probably woke up at 3am once and decided to go scream and mess around at your nearest McDonald's parking lot

Please show him vine compilations, I'm positive Epel will love to get to know the humor of this world (although he once used a vine reference when talking with a cashier once, thinking it was common knowledge for everyone in MC's world)

Out of the four guys here, Epel is the one most open to improvised plans

Eager to try out any strange fruits and vegetables, interesting snacks and bizarre cookie flavors that catch his eye

"How can your world have such specific flavors? Rosemary garlic jalapeño bread chips? How???"

💀 Idia Shroud 💙

Foreign dishes

MC probably brought some of their homemade food over to Idia's dorm after getting concerned that this boy's diet heavily relies in junk food and sweets, and when he does eat it's a very small portion

So in MC comes and asks Idia if he would like to try some food they prepared, one of their favorite dishes

At first, Idia is very reluctant, saying how he doesn't feel hungry

But the Prefect has a trick under their sleeve: a crestfallen expression with an adorable pout

Seeing them having a meal on their own while occasionally sighing sadly has the flaming haired boy debating what he should do

Then a memory of Ortho's voice resounds in his skull: "Meals are typically shared between people to develop or strengthen a bond. If you want to win [Name]'s heart, you should take them out for dinner."

That and he can't deny the contents of that container in their hands look appetizing

Shroud finally accepts and brings you over to Ignihyde's kitchen to grab a couple of plates

He's hesitant, but takes a nice first bite of food. Chews it carefully as he analyses the taste, texture, consistency

"I've never tasted something like this before. What is it?"

"One of my favorite dishes, [food name]!"

Silence followed, "Huh? I-I'm afraid I have... never heard of it..." He said

"Yeah, Ace and Sebek said the same when I introduced them to it. Makes me believe this is something only seen back in my world."

A nice chat develops and, before they know it, the food's gone and Idia himself ate a nice amount of it

It's in the walk back to his dorm, when they're enveloped in a nice comfortable silence, pinkies entwined, that MC confesses they purposefully did all that out of concern for how much he eats

It ensues some light pushing-and-pulling around and tickling, him saying how that was a tactic well taught out, but also saying how he eats just fine and they shouldn't worry about that. You know, light banter between a loving couple

That dish ends up in Idia's list of favorites. He has asked Mc to bring it with them a couple of times when they hang out together and play games

Visiting a far away land

Frankly, he's curious and very nervous about this trip

MC of course is aware of Idia's dislike of crowds and being out in public, so they prepared a nice and calm trip for him

Visiting the less frequented parts of town, quiet cafés (cat cafés!! because those normally have controlled influx of costumers for the kitties' safety), couple of history museums, supermarkets late at night for snack runs, lots of staying at home to play a plethora of videogames and watch many anime series and movies

He's amazed at the variety of games MC's world has, and is also surprised by how some titles are similar to those he likes to play. Same goes for some anime series

While he appreciates how the Prefect tries to show him what their world and society there is like, he much more prefers their stay at home time

He gets to cuddle with them in their room! Their actual legit room with many memories of their life!

He may not look like it, but Idia likes to snoop around and ask what this or that photo, a toy or poster is about and what memories they hold

Honestly, Shroud came over to his lover's world to know about their life, not so much to learn about the world as a whole

Baby pictures, photo albums, the occasional video of their childhood, diaries and old Valentine's cards, he looks through and reads them all!

He will treasure every bit of information he learns about his partner and their life in this world. Probably takes one of their baby pictures with him back to Twisted Wonderland

👑 Vil Schoenheit 🍎

Foreign dishes

Vil is the hardest to convince to try your food out of this group, no doubt

He does know MC cooks, and knows that some of their dishes are uncommon, but the model has yet to asked them for a taste

It takes one brave "Do you want some?" for the model to finally have a taste of the food

He's very hesitant, you can see it clear in his expression, but it all fades away after the first bite

He will openly state if he likes it or not and why

"Perhaps you have other dishes that suit my fancy better? Come on, I want you to show me more."

He genuinely does want to taste more of those unique dishes

Visiting a far away land

Eager to take a little vacation to a world full of opportunities

I see Vil as someone who would like to visit the most prestigious places (though MC will have to tone it down and remind him they don't have an unlimited amount of money to spend)

Art museums and a couple theatre plays are his go-to, along with nice restaurants, popular cafés, and lovely parks to have a picnic on (he jumps into the idea of attending one of those outdoor cinema projections, those are probably his favorite because he gets to cuddle with his lover under the night sky while a movie plays)

He will want to learn about the history of MC's world and the way society, politics work there

He gets word of the horrible things that happened and the threat of climate change, human rights violations and he will want to take action to protest against it

Okay, but Vil will get along so well with the Prefect's younger siblings and mother/aunts/fem guardian if they have one

Get ready to have him judge favorite makeup products. Prefect better lead him away from the beauty and skincare sections of farmacias and supermarkets

All in all, having Vil over to their world allowed MC to visit many nice fancy-ish places and allowed them to enjoy some simple things they forgot

A wonderful person to have by your side in any world and universe~

🐺 Jack Howl 💛

Foreign dishes

With his fine sense of smell, Jack detected the food MC was preparing for their little date was something unfamiliar

"What's that? Something new?"

Yet MC tries to keep the surprise until the plates are presented and served

Seeing the smile on their face, Jack can't help but think that this dish will taste wonderful due to the love shining on their face

"This is [dish name], one of my favorites back in my world. Haven't seen it offered in the cafeteria, so I decided to try my hand and prepare it for you, Jackie!"

First bite, fluffy tail wagged. He compliments their cooking with a smile before diving in for a couple morsels

Jack isn't too picky, he enjoys food truthfully

I think he will be curious about the story behind the dish and why his love categorizes it as a favorite. Ingredients, techniques, tell him all about it!

I'm sure this boy will be happy to try more of the unique dishes found in a world ways away from his!

Visiting a far away land

A visit to his partner's world, huh? Well, Jack is certainly excited to see what sort of outdoor activities and exploring can be done in this new place!

Dates with Howl in the Prefect's world will consist of visiting natural parks, gardens, forest trails, perhaps do some fishing or bird watching

Jack grew up with snow as a constant. He would like to explore the winter sports scene in this foreign world (if MC lives somewhere with snow/with designated paces on which to practice said sports)

Aside from these outdoor sporty visits, the wolf would like to attend concerts or maybe a local team's game

However, he soon finds out these events aren't suited for his acute hearing (poor baby 😭)

So he's content with spending time inside MC's house, get to know their family a little, look through their family pictures, and have pleasant late afternoon walks in the nearby park

Something as simple as going out for icecream is tremendously pleasant with Jack by your side

(but poor MC if they aren't athletic or into nature because this big puppy will drag them to loooots of nature watching dates asdfg)

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Ngl, this prompt was a little hard to fulfill. I'm well aware this isn't the most romantic, but hope it was enjoyable

Thank you for your request!

and sorry again for taking long

#zask #twisted wonderland #loading screen headcanons #epel felmier #idia shroud #vil schoenheit #jack howl #twst x reader #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland x reader

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lovysmtalks · 2 years

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Oh, How I wish

same TW as the first chapter, very much cursing :)

Thank you all for the support on this book

chapter II

as the class finished, Marinette rushed out of class making it to the back of school, dialing the number her best friend, Chloe

"Hhhh, what do you want Mari, don't tell me you actually went to school, sugar I thought we were skipping today?" The voice of the pollen queen said

"Get yourself something pretty, were going on a trip to Gotham, well I said I'm going alone but I'll bring you along the way, same with Luka and Kagami."

After a little pause

"WHOOOO VACATION, NO IDIOTS TO DEAL WITH!" Chloe yelled probably making her staff hear her

"Yes my flower. You're going to have a surprise when you see, make your bags, we're having the plane on Monday."

"Wha-" "Bye!"

Marinette took a deep breath. Today was a good day. The weekend is knocking at the door so she has to get ready.

----------------Sunday-------------------

Mari was sitting on her balcony, with a notebook on her lap

' I've took Spanish classes when I was younger, I wonder if I could write a song in it, let's change the vibe from all this ugly emotions that I've felt those past 2 years.' Marinette thought, she wanted to make something new, not just sad 'i hate my life' songs.

"Ah! That's it, I'll write something about my experience in Gotham, I hope it won't be bad tho" she says as she looks up at the night sky

Tomorrow it's the day she is leaving.

If you asked her to do this two years ago, she wouldn't have blinked an eye to choose the class. But I guess with time people change, and she'll be a hypocrite if she said she stayed the same.

But it still hurt. She doesn't want to show her soft side anymore, it only hurt her and her supposed friends called it a lie.

All Mari could do is sigh and get up from the balcony and go back inside.

-----------------Monday-----------------

Marinette got up a bit too late, she jumped out of her bed falling and hitting her face in the process

Tikki and Plagg were crazy laughing, probably tearing up a bit

Mari got up from the floor and ran to the bathroom to clean her bloody nose and to rapidly do her makeup

"You think she's ok? That was a pretty hard hit" says Plagg through his laughs

"She most likely is, not the first time this happened" laughs Tikki as they both fly to the bathroom

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Mari ran to the airport, seeing as Chloe was nonstop calling her and sending her angry messages about how she should stop staying up all night playing Cookie Run Kingdom

Once she got a sight of where the blonde girl was waiting with her suitcase

Quickly Marinette thought she should do something to get her attention, so she started running- jumping on a window gently and then on Chloe, making Chloe lay flat on the floor

The whole part of the airport where they were just started, trying to recover from the shock of what the small girl just did

"Mommy! Mommy! Did you see what she did?! It was pretty! She's very pretty too!" A little boy said while pointing at the two girls who were laying on the floor while Marinette was laughing in Chloe's shoulder

"Y-yes sweetheart, it was very pretty ᵃⁿᵈ ᵛᵉʳʸ ᵛⁱᵒˡᵉⁿᵗ" said the mother, the last part being a bit shaky and quite

One Chloe woke up from her small pass out from the shock-

"MARINETTE CHENG WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?" she yelled as she got up, almost falling back down but being catched by Mari

"Hello to you too my flower, I just wanted to make my entrance know, but you weren't paying attention" Marinette made some puppy dog eyes to Chloe

"I WAS LOOKING FOR YOU ALL MORNING YOU! WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOUR HAIR- YOUR CLOTHES, SINCE WHEN DO YOU HAVE STYLE?-" Chloe's rant was stopped by Mari peppering a kiss on the blonde's forehead

"Relax my queen, I decided to have a small change in style, getting my rebellious arc you know?" Mari winked at her

Chloe's cheeks pout as they blushed a bit

"Y-You look pretty." She turned around and started walking with her suitcase behind her

(what Marinette was wearing └|∵|┐♪)

Mari giggled at the blonde and started running after Chloe, grabbing her by the arm and started running together towards to where the plane entrance was

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Once they landed, the girls took a taxi to where their hotel was

The girls looked a bit amazed at how big it was, but it wasn't that much of a shock since Marinette knew how rich those bastards probably were.

The two of them entered the hotel, the boy at reception couldn't get his eyes off Marinette, his eyes were only on her eyes and lips, they were covered in a dark shade of faded black lipstick and her eyes were covered in a shade of bringht white and classic batwig eyeliner, making her eyes pop their beauty even more.

"Uhm are you listening?" Giggled Chloe, catching on to what was happening

"OH- uh, YEA! of course!" He said rapidly as he looked for the key of their rooms

The boy had black hair, styled backwards, probably too elegant for a receptionist.

Marinette finally looked at what was happening and their eyes met

It was like the whole world stopped, and everyone else disappeared

The boy's eyes a jade shade of green, they could make anyone fall in love at the first sight, compared to Marinette's, who once we're very soft hearted, they now looked as they were a goddesses, very strong shade of blue, could get anyone on their knees and begging to be honest.

A finger click made the both of them come back to reality

"Ahem you two, it's getting late and I'm tired" laughed Chloe as the boy was still looking at Mari who turned around quickly in embarrassment.

The boy smirked flirty at her as the two of the girls started to walk to the lift

Once they were gone, the young man dropped to the floor and started breathing heavily, trying to calm his heart down

A whistle was heard from on the other side of the reception

"Damn, my lil bro got turned on by eye contact, didn't know you were that much submissive." Laughed an older guy

The receptionist got up quickly and gived the man a killing stare and he threw the first thing he got to hand

"Shut the fuck up Dick."

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Back with the girls

They finally got to the second floor where their rooms were, once they got to put the keys in the doors-

"So you like black haired dudes now?"

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