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cottonlemonade · 2 months

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Overprepared

word count: 947 || avg. reading time: 4 mins.

pairing: University!AU Kuroo x chubby virgin!Reader

genre: suggestive fluff, humor, no descriptions of the act™

warnings: mdni, one time swearing, suggestiveness

synopsis: it’s your birthday and you decide you’re ready to take the next step with your boyfriend (chaotically)

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You sat at your kitchen counter, watching open mouthed as your boyfriend cooked. You were skeptical at first when he told you he wanted to make you dinner for your birthday but to your great surprise he seemed to know what he was doing and... It was pretty darn attractive.

There he was, chopping and stirring and flipping, wearing a clean black apron over well fitted jeans and a black shirt and wielding your chef’s knife as if he had never done anything else in his life.

When he turned around to ask you something he caught you biting your lip and gave his signature cocky grin.

"Seeing something you like?"

"Not gonna lie, this might be the hottest thing you've ever done.", you noted, popping a stray piece of shredded chicken into your mouth.

"Well, now you know why I love watching you cook.", he winked.

You looked at him incredulously. "You are always this turned on when I cook for you?"

He shrugged. "Basically yeah. But it's also really relaxing at the same time. It's weird.", he booped your nose, before feeding you a spoonful of steaming broth.

"Too salty?"

"Mmmh. No, it's perfect!"

He beamed and turned the heat off.

"Then, my birthday girl, dinner is ready."

He plated up and carefully pushed your bowl across the counter.

You toasted with an ice cold capri sun and started a discussion about whether or not cereal could be considered a soup.

Once dinner was over and your kitchen cleaned again, you sighed happily.

"So.", you flung your arms around his neck and stood on tip-toes.

He kissed your forehead, "What do you wanna do first?"

"Super Smash Bros?"

"You read my mind."

Since your roommates were gone for the weekend you decided to have Tetsurou sleep over. He had done so many times before but besides the occasional make out session it had always ended rather innocently, both of you too shy to make an actual move. But today you felt ready.

Tetsurou came out of the steaming bathroom wearing his usual sweatpants and t-shirt to find you on the couch in a little pink pajama set he’d never seen before. He grinned and plopped down next to you.

"You still have", Tetsurou consulted his watch as you climbed into his lap, "82 mins of birthday left."

His hands wandered over your plush bare thighs, making you shiver and shift in his lap.

You kissed for a while, his hands restlessly roaming over your soft body, feeling a jolt in his lower abdomen whenever you gave a quiet moan or gasp when he touched you somewhere you liked.

He was sure you could feel him pressing against you, when you rolled your hips like that, and that made him braver. His touches and kisses became deeper and more forward, but he was ready to retreat at the first sign of discomfort.

You pulled away, panting slightly, your lips blushed.

As you adjusted in his lap a strap of your tank fell off your shoulder but you made no moves to fix it. His mouth felt dry and he swallowed.

You put both hands on his shoulders and sat up straighter, your neck oh so tempting in front of him.

He looked up into your eyes, slightly hidden behind strands of still damp hair.

You moved again, unmistakably grinding against him, making him suck in a harsh breath and you smiled.

"You sure?", he asked quietly.

You nodded.

"If you want me to stop at any time, you tell me, okay?"

You nodded again.

"You, too."

He scoffed and kissed the tip of your nose, "Sure."

Out of nervousness you stretched out your smallest finger.

"Pinky promise?"

Tetsurou bit his lip from laughing again and curled his pinky around yours.

"Pinky promise."

You stood up and your finger still holding on, you led him to your bedroom.

"Shit, wait, the condoms are in my bag.", Tetsurou cursed and wanted to get up from your bed again but you stopped him.

"I gotcha covered.", you said coolly and opened your bedside drawer.

A little while after you had started dating and when make outs became a more frequent thing, you had made a trip to a drugstore around the corner and stocked up on contraceptives.

Since you were unsure about the judgment of sizes in different brands, and seeing as you had never bought condoms before, you had grabbed a pack from every size just to be safe.

He grinned and took a look into the drawer, then frowned and picked up a pack.

"XS? Really?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't know what I was going to be working with."

"But XS!?"

"Oh, I'm sorry that I didn't study your crotch or held up a banana for reference or ask Kenma for help.", you said sarcastically.

“Why Kenma?”

You just shrugged.

“Are there rumors?”

“Fskdjsf - do you want there to be rumors?”

“I mean to be fair, I could do a lot worse than him. Like you for example.”

“Oh, now I see. You don’t want to have sex. Gotcha. My bad.”

“Tch, at least Kenma would know it’s not XS…”, he muttered.

“Babe, do you maybe have something to tell me?, you snorted.

“I'll show you XS.", he said with a mock grumble.

And then grabbed the largest size.

"Kuroo Tetsurou, if this slides off, I will laugh at you forever.", you said sternly.

You looked at each other.

After a few seconds you lifted your brow to underline your point and with a small huff he took a size smaller.

"You better believe I'm not gonna be gentle with you anymore now.", he lied.

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#kuroo x chubby reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #kuroo smut #kuroo fluff #kuroo x reader #kuroo testuro #hq kuroo #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x you #haikyuu smut #haikyuu fluff #chubby reader

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ezwezz · 11 months

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can you do a scenario where the reader and chaewon are casually hanging and they get touchy to the point where one of them realizes how close they are, but the other is oblivious? (bro I'm so delulu for chaewon i need to stop)

of course! sorry for the late response and short length, but here's to quality over quantity?

sweet revenge

pairings: kim chaewon x reader genre: fluff! words: 685

"yah get away from me!" you squealed as chaewon attempted to wipe her cookie dough-covered hands on your shirt.

"you're being a bad sport!"

"i just don't want to get my hands dirty!"

"that's what baking is all about!? you were literally the one who suggested we make cookies for our members."

"mushing your hands around in the dough isn't the only part of baking cookies! i helped in other ways, like weighing the ingredients."

"but mushing your hands around in the dough is the best part! come on y/n, don't make me go all 'leader' on you right now."

"are you threatening me?"

"maybe...so i suggest you join in, or else." there was a slight smirk playing on chaewon's lips, but the threat certainly felt real to you- she was pretty scary when asserting her leader authority.

"alright fine." you begrudgingly agreed, rolling up your sleeves as you approached the bowl. "your superiority complex is starting to get out of hand."

"if my superiority complex gets you to bake cookies properly, then i think not."

"psh whatever." you nudged her with your shoulder before reluctantly diving your hands into the sticky batter. "this feels weird."

"you'll get used to it." chaewon replied with a giggle before proceeding to wash her hands in the sink.

as you kneaded the cookie dough, chaewon prepared the kitchen surface with flour- an idea coming to her mind moments later.

you suddenly felt the woman boop your nose and glanced up at her in confusion, causing her to chuckle loudly.

"what's so funny?"

"nothing..."

"okay...?" you went back to work, but chaewon continued to stare at you. the little spot of flour on your nose made you look adorable amidst your concentration, she couldn't help but smile softly in admiration.

"i can feel you staring, what is it?"

"oh uh-"

you look pretty

"it's nothing. just waiting for you to finish."

"don't put pressure on me! it's almost ready just look away."

chaewon giggled once again and did as you requested, busying herself with organising the cookie cutters. little did she know you took that opportunity to inspect your reflection in the nearby window and found just what you'd suspected. two can play that game.

"alright i'm done." you announced once the dough was adequate.

"hey that looks good! i told you it was fun."

"hmm, it wasn't so bad after a while." you mused while washing your hands, devising a revenge plot.

as the leader began to remove the dough from the bowl and place it onto the floured work surface, you subtly placed both your hands flat on a patch of it. chaewon was too focused to notice how they were now covered in the substance.

"you look so pretty chae." you cooed before slyly holding her face in your hands.

"oh i.." luckily you were covering her cheeks so her blush wasn't noticeable.

chaewon struggled to grasp for an appropriate response when all she could focus on was the compromising position she was in. something about receiving affection from you made her yearn for it, and it was rare of you to be so forward as you were in that moment.

instead of replying, chaewon wrapped her arms around your waist and pulled you slightly closer. it felt natural, the way your hands cupped her cheeks and her arms rested behind your back. her eyes scanned your features, savouring the closeness of your pretty eyes and the curve of your tempting lips.

"you look pretty too." she mumbled.

however, to her confusion, you began to giggle.

"you're funny." and as quick as it had happened, you drew away. chaewon felt her stomach lurch a little as you did so. she wanted so desperately for you to reciprocate her actions and draw her even closer, but you were now hurrying to retrieve something.

"what are you looking for?" the leader questioned, failing to mask the disheartenment in her voice.

"got it." you replied, holding your phone victoriously. "let's take a selfie."

"okay?"

when the camera revealed her powered cheeks chaewon let out a screech and slapped you playfully.

"what the heck y/n!?" you continued to laugh until your sides hurt, you now had some good pictures for leverage against your leader and her superiority complex.

#chaewon #chaewon x reader #kim chaewon #kim chaewon x reader #gxg #kpop #kpop x reader #le sserafim x reader #le sserafim #fluff

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lovedazai · 2 years

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DOMESTIC MOMENTS

ft. dazai, chuuya, ranpo, fyodor, tecchou

DAZAI ー dazai loves to sleep. specifically, he loves to sleep next to you. the hum of your voice and your gentle touch is far sweeter to wake up to than the sound of his alarm, and he selfishly basks in your attention for as long as possible. “osamu〜” you trace down the bridge of his nose, booping it. “it’s time to get up.” your lips brush his forehead, then his nose. he forces back his smile as he waits for you to reach his lips, furrowing his brows when it never comes. he blinks open his eyes to be met with your smile. “i knew you were awake.” his pout stays even after you finally give him a proper kiss. “that was mean. you always see through me, don’t you?” he dramatically sighs as he drapes himself over you, tangling your legs together. he’s not letting you go so soon; if it were up to him, he would laze around with you for the rest of his life (and after that, too).

CHUUYA ー the cheap takeout containers looked out of place in chuuya’s luxury apartment, but the situation felt so normal he almost didn’t know how to act. later that night, he would return to the depths of yokohama as a port mafia executive, but eating dinner with you, he was just chuuya, the person. your mouth is full of gyoza, cheeks puffed and sauce smeared against your lips. you offer him a piece when you catch him staring, holding out your chopsticks for him. “say ahh〜” he tries to frown but your grin is contagious, and he takes a bite just to not give in to it. he daps your mouth with a napkin as he chews, pinching your cheek. you thank him with another smile, stealing a pepper from his meal. he never thought he'd be able to relate to the civilian couples he saw, cherishing something as simple as eating dinner, but he thinks maybe they're onto something.

RANPO ー you’re still snuggled in bed when ranpo returns to the bedroom and places a plate of pancakes in front of you, decorated with pieces of fruit and dollops of whipped cream. “ta-da!” he makes himself comfy next to you as you start to eat, swallowing down butterflies at the thought of your praise. he usually wasn’t one to bother with cooking, but he wouldn’t be the self-proclaimed world’s greatest boyfriend if he didn’t. “these are so good! you’re the best, ranpo!” he grins. “aren’t i? my turn!” he opens his mouth, waiting for you to feed him a bite. you share the treat until only one strawberry remains on the plate. “you can have it,” you offer. “you worked so hard to make breakfast, after all.” it’s a tempting offer, and normally he wouldn’t hesitate, but this is you. he stabs it with the fork, handing it over. you eat it with a smile, kissing him in thanks; your lips taste like strawberry juice, and it’s even better than the real thing.

FYODOR ー fyodor gets up before you every morning. he straightens the sheets on his side of the bed and tucks you further into yours, leaving you with a kiss on your head. today, he patiently watches you sleep; the warmth of you snuggled against him rivals his morning cup of tea and he decides to stay, just for a little longer. he admires the way your hair knots on his fingers as he soothes the strands, and smiles at how you subconsciously arch further into his chest when his cold hands grazes the skin of your back. he almost feels bad when his doting finally wakes you up. “good morning, my dear.” his chapped lips press a kiss to your cheek. he’s half way out of bed when your arm is tugging him back down. “don’t leave.” he raises an eyebrow at you. there’s lines of code to be written, plans to make sure get followed through, but they weren’t looking up at him with irresistibly rosy cheeks and batting eyelashes the way you were. “fine,” he sighs, like he couldn’t use some more rest, too. “only for a little longer.”

TECCHOU ー getting out of bed without waking up tecchou wasn’t easy, and you smile after successfully doing so. you start your skincare routine quietly. it’s when you’re rinsing the cleanser off your face, dapping it dry with a towel, that you finally notice tecchou standing in the doorway. if the cold water didn’t wake you up, that certainly did. he was cuter than usual, with sleepy eyes and especially messy hair, but he still startles you. “you left.” he says simply. he watches you finish your routine through your reflections in the mirror as he starts to brush his teeth, asking questions about what you’re using. “i didn't think you’d be interested in skincare.” you’re surprised at how serious he looks when he shakes his head. “it’s important to know your partner’s routines,” he wraps his arms around you, resting his chin on your head as you put on moisturizer. “and i like watching you. you’re pretty.”

p.s.! thank u sm to kat + hana for the help <3 !!

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vomitingstars · 2 months

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It's a Sleepover Baby! Pt.2

FunShine Jill x Fem!Reader

Contains: cupcakes, guilt, manipulation, bitch you know why you're here, fem reader, sapphic relationship, toxic yuri

Cupcake decoration and gossip time is a blast. Jill crafts her cupcake into a decent Love-A-Lot Bear and with a lot of luck you somehow managed to recreate a Finn cake. Jill coos and awes at your creation despite not knowing what it is. A little too much in fact. You were starting to feel babied or maybe a little patronized in a way. Jill's praises felt excessive sometimes. Like a mom giving an exaggerated "Good Job!"" in exchange for their toddler's unidentifiable scribbles.

Your very tall gal pal breaks you out of the confines of your thoughts and takes a dab of pink icing on her finger then boops you on the nose with it. You cock an eyebrow in her direction, challenging the action with a confused smile and looking for an explanation.

"Gee, sunshine. I didn't realize you were my number one fan~" She jokes with a teasing smirk while looking you up and down with interest. You assume she must be admiring your sleep attire. It's a very nice set. You then realize what she meant as you caught your reflection on the microwave. The pink spot of icing on your nose resembled her face paint.

It was almost as if Jill could read your mind. You looked to see her perk up with an idea. She dipped a yellow glove into more pink icing and continued to paint your face. It was as if she were marking you in a way and you weren't quite sure how to feel about it. Being this close, you felt tempted to stare at her and take in all of her lovely features. Yet, you kept your eyes on everything but your ghostly girlie. She's so pretty it just isn't fair. Everything about her is mesmerizing and it twists your stomach uncomfortably. The sweet scent of icing floods your nostrils as you were hit with inspiration.

Dipping your fingers into a bowl of red icing, you began to write on her face as well. Let's just say your doodles and writings weren't exactly the cutesy doodles Jill had been hoping for. She chuckles lowly.

"You're such a goober. I think it's time we book it to the next activity." Oh no, it feels weird. Has the mood been ruined? She's still smiling but it feels a bit intense. Why did you do that? Why do you feel like this? Jill grabs you by the waist and lifts you up onto the kitchen counter effortlessly. Even with this boost in height, Jill still towers over you. Looking down into your eyes thoughtfully as if calculating her next actions. She's so close. She's always close. Her body was slotted in between your thighs, and they were spread wide to accommodate her. This feels so intimate. So familiar.

"Jill, are you mad at me? I didn't mean to-" Jill leans in close. Your lips almost touching as she interrupts.

"I could never be mad at you. You were just joking around." A flood of relief washes over you. And yet, you found it hard to meet her gaze for a moment.

"Right. I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry." And you meant it too. You don't know what happened. Maybe you wanted to take Jill down a peg. Maybe you were a bit jealous of her confidence, her beauty, strength. Jill pulls you out of your thoughts with a gentle hand lifting your chin upwards to look at her.

"It's okay Sunspot. I know you didn't mean it. I think you just wanted my attention. And you will always have it. All I want is to make you happy. To make you feel good. You want to feel good right? Don't you think you deserve to?" You weren't quite sure how to answer but you nodded yes. Her voice was soft and so comforting. Feeling the sudden urge to lean into her more, you attempted to suppress it. Jill seemed to notice and smiled sweetly as she carried you off to the couch.

"Truth or dare?" She asks calmly. You answered truth and Jill pauses for a moment. Thinking of her question as she crosses her longer legs to make room for yours. You faced each other in the dim room, lit up with color changing fairy lights.

"Who do you love most?" Jill asks casually as if she didn't ask the most invasive question known to man. She flutters her eyelashes at you expectantly.

"Jill, that's so intense! Especially for the first round." You avoided the question hoping she would move on.

"Do you love me?" Jill asks suddenly as if she had been holding onto that question for ages just dying to let it out. She somehow looked eager and smug all at the same time.

"Love is such an intense emotion. I think maybe I need to choose dare." Her smile only seems to falter for half a second until shifting into something a bit mischievous.

"Alright. Then I dare you to clean me up. And you can only use your tongue!" Is she serious? Her face was still covered in icing and maybe this embarrassing task would be easier than admitting how you feel. Or at least how you think you feel.

You leaned forward and stuck out your tongue for an experimental lick. She lets out a shaky exhale. "I didn't think you'd actually do it. Go on. If you're going to do something, you should do it right." Her large hands pulled your body closer and kept you steady as your tongue explored the surface of her face. Sweet icing coats your tongue and you feel extremely silly. You can't help but burst out into a fit of laughter mid lick, and failing to stifle your giggles when you finish.

Jill suddenly grabs your face and pulls you in roughly to connect your lips together. Your brain short circuits from a slurry of intense emotions. Her mouth is warm and wet and sweet. Her lips are impossibly soft and slick with gloss. Her hand cradles your face gently, keeping you close. You couldn't pull away if you wanted to. Jill remembers you need to breathe and pulls back waiting for your reaction. Pleasantly surprised when you lean back in for more.

#funshine jill x reader #funshine jill x fem reader #disaster yuri #i lowkey hate this tbh but whatever #i dont proofread my shit #already working on part 3

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genshrineimpact · 2 years

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Today's brainrot (possibly one of two or more)

You are an adventurer who is stationed in liyue

You saw and explored all of liyue, discovering various ruins and artefacts. During one of your adventures you stumbled upon a giant nest in a cave. There were multiple shattered egg shells, or at least what looked like ones, but they have been there for at least a month, abandoned. But among some rocks, slightly away, you find a weird, round rock, that was brown and smooth with some golden markings on the surface.you thought tht it was a rock, until you heard some chirps coming from it.

After some internal debate, you think that whatever this creature was, it's parents didn't exactly care about it and took it home.

You placed it in some warm nest made with cloth and blankets, washed its surface and checked on it few times a day. After a few days, you invited traveler for some lunch at your home in liyue harbor (let's say you helped them during liyue archon quest and became friends). They had this elegant man tagging along and you didn't mind. You knew zhongli as a furneal parlor consultant and briefly met him earlier, but that was it.

Cue Zhongli being weirdly skirmish around your house, like he was looking for something.

Then you decided to show the egg to the traveler and his companion, talking about how you didn't know what was that, but it seemed alive so you took it in. Then you looked at them, and traveler had weird, shocked look on their face and Zhongli, well...

I leave the reaction up to you lol

luke back at it again with the brainrot everyone say thank you luke for the meal 🍽

i am combining these two into one because i can hope you don’t mind ehhehe also snakes are so cute awww look at that tiny lil face i wanna boop that lil snoot <3 who's a good snakey snakey??? yes you are!!! <3

zhongli can feel it, the energy of a fellow mythical beast, and so that’s why he’s so antsy, looking around the vicinity like an animal who smelled a nearby predator and is trying to locate it. their presence is unwelcome in the city - in what used to be his city.

when you show them the egg, zhongli is tempted to yank it off you and fling it away towards the mountains because a xiushe definitely does not belong in a human abode. mildly concerned for your safety, he tells you that it’s a beast that can grow into an extremely massive size, said to be able to even swallow a primo geovishap whole. and he tells you that he will gladly relieve it from your hand.

now, obviously, you don’t know zhongli well enough yet, and even though you’ve heard of people singing praises to him, you’ve gotten a little attached to the egg, so you’re reluctant to part with it. i mean, sure, a funeral parlor consultant’s knowledge must be pretty extensive, but does he really know what he’s talking about in this case? you’ve heard about him being broke and having to borrow people’s money - what if he just wants to take the egg and sell it for some mora??

but then the traveler who is your friend also nods along and tries to convince you to let go of the egg, saying something about how it didn’t feel “right” and that you can trust zhongli, because he definitely knows what he’s talking about…. so with a pout, you pat the egg one last time and tries to hand it over to zhongli.

- the thing is, when you were about to do this, it starts to crack along the golden markings. you freak out because you thought you damaged the egg from your pats. zhongli and traveler internally freak out because “oh shit it’s hatching are we too late oh crap oh fu-”.

a golden-colored snake head pops out from the top, a pair of unnaturally tiny horns jutting right above its big beady red eyes, which were intensely staring right at you. a familiar sounding chirp cuts the tense silence.

it’s…. very adorable.

safe to say that you decided to keep the little one despite the two people’s insistence for you not to. zhongli tells you a xiushe is most definitely not a pet, but how can you believe him when the little thing keeps bumping onto your hand gently, asking for head pats? in the end, you tell him that if he’s that worried, he’s more than welcome to check in with you every now and then, to make sure everything is fine and dandy and the beast hasn’t swallowed you whole or something.

... which is the beginning of how you and zhongli started spending more time together. xiuxiu is always with you (truly, you possess a superb naming sense) third-wheeling much to zhongli’s displeasure. both of you slowly realize that you’re enjoying each other’s company very much, and your relationship develops further in a slow-burn, feels-steady-move-slow kind of way; from mere acquaintances of a friend to actual friends to best friends to dating-but-not-really to finally-dating to unofficially-married.

and throughout it all, zhongli absolutely adores you, he really does….. he just wishes you would stop bringing the snake beast on your dates.

the irritating reptile clearly knows of his draconic ancestry and has a personal vendetta against him. whenever he's around you, the lesser reptile makes it its job to rile him up. always wrapping itself around your body in some way or another, hissing whenever he gets too close- he swears he saw it smiling, perched smugly on top of your head when you tell him that you have to get home because it’s feeding time for your cute xiuxiu.

zhongli’s seen the snake wandering out in the fields and swallowing a whole darn hilichurl. he really thinks it can feed itself just fine.

“are you sure that’s xiuxiu? maybe you mistook it for a snake monster? i mean, look, ‘li! he’s so tiny! how can he eat a whole hilichurl, aren’t they the size of human children?”

he’s been waiting for the right time to tell you about his past, but at these times he’s so tempted to just blurt it out. maybe even transform into his dragon form, so you’ll finally believe him when he says your cute little xiuxiu’s actual body has now enabled it to eat an adult human being if it so wishes.

well, at least he sleeps better at night knowing you’re safe cuddling with your clingy snake child… though he wishes it was him you’re cuddling instead... (literally the "Ah Yes. Me. My s/o. And Their Sentient Reptilian Mythical Beast" meme sldfjlsjdfk)

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #zhongli #zhongli x reader #rin writes #rin answers

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deathisararemercy · 1 year

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In Perpetuum et Unum Diem

Death x Reader

You knew for certain that Death knew every language. You, on the other hand, were far from multilingual (or whatever you would call someone who knew literally every language ever). So it came as a surprise to Death when this occurred.

A/N: Loosely inspired by this post by @sunnypop02 (Puss x multilingual!reader), except it's Death x reader who knows languages thought to be "dead" (ie. Latin). I highly recommend reading their fic/post; it's so freaking cute and sweet.

This is my first time writing "x reader" content, and I'm still trying to figure out how to write Death, so please forgive me. This is a little short and I'm still trying to figure out the format I'm going to go with, but I hope it's not too bad. Translations are at the bottom. Let me know if you catch any typos!

You knew for certain that Death knew every language. There was never a barrier between him and any soul he needed to collect (though usually his presence alone spoke more than any words could). You, on the other hand, were far from multilingual (or whatever you would call someone who knew literally every language ever). Death liked to tease you a bit for this, calling you pet names in various languages.

Elskede. Danish. “Beloved.” يا قمر (ya amar). Arabic. “My moon.” Nhà tôi. Vietnamese. “My home.” Mi vida. Spanish. “My life.”

He was sure to translate them for you, making sure that you were comfortable with them and nodding enthusiastically when you were. As far as he was aware, you only knew one language. So it came as a surprise to Death when this occurred.

=x=x=

“Faex.”

“Swear jar.”

The wolf’s ears perked up, while you continued reading your book. It took him a minute to realize what exactly had just happened. He plopped down next to you on the loveseat, cocking his head to the side, perplexed. You looked up, feeling his eyes on you. His gaze was intent.

You set aside the book and readjust yourself so that you’re kneeling on the cushion. You turned towards him, giving him a long and thoughtful stare. “Boop.” You tapped the tip of Death's snout, but he remained motionless, brows knit together. Now it was your turn to worry.

“Uh, oh. Is something wrong?”

“You understood what I said," he said, mystified.

“Yes? What, don’t have anything to put in the swear jar right now? Just because you swear in another language doesn’t mean it doesn’t count.” Teasingly, you wagged a finger at him. “That’s cheating!”

Death laughed a little, and the distance between you decreased. He took your hand and held it to your lips. “Shh. Don’t tell.” You could hear his tail thumping on the seat as he continued, dropping your hand with red eyes burning with excitement, “But wait, wait, wait. If I say this: Amo te. Es pulcherrimum in omnia terra.” He paused, waiting to see your reaction and thrilled to see your flushed cheeks. “Do you understand me?”

“I- I do. And I love you too.”

He was beaming now. “And the ‘pulcherrimum in omnia terra’ part. Do you believe it?”

“Maybe,” you joked, expecting him to laugh it off.

Instead, he drew closer, so close you could kiss him if you leaned a little closer. It would be a lie to say you weren’t tempted to. “You should believe it,” he said tenderly. “You’re the most beautiful in the land.”

And then, he threw his head back, laughing and staring up at the ceiling. “But I can’t believe you know Latin of all languages. Don’t get me wrong, mi vida,” the wolf added hastily, “It really is a great language. I just never thought I’d meet a mortal who knew it again, or at least has some interest in it.”

You shrug. “It’s nothing really. I like reading old stories. I don’t get to speak it much since it’s kind of, you know, dead.”

Scowling, Death took your hands in his. His paws were always cold, but he held your hands with firmness and surety. “It may not be spoken by natives anymore, but it’s not extinct because you still know it. You are one of few keeping a language alive and that’s incredible. Most people wouldn’t care for a dead language. You wouldn’t believe all of the words I know that no one else can ever understand anymore.”

“Couldn’t you teach people, Muerte?”

He shook his head solemnly. “Death is a great teacher, just not of languages. But I’m curious now, apricum,” he grinned. “There was this one old saying and I want to know your thoughts on it. Amantes sunt amentes. You ever heard of it?”

“I think I’ve heard of it before.”

“Well, what do you think? Suntne amantes amentes?”

You gave it some thought and shook your head. “Minime. I think people who are in love may be blind or see their partner in a way that’s different from who they actually are…but I wouldn’t call them ‘lunatics’ or ‘fools’. Isn’t it a really beautiful thing for us to be able to love someone so deeply?”

Death chuckled a bit before falling silent. For a moment, your muscles tightened, and your heart skipped a few beats. Did I say something wrong?

But before you could hastily make out an apology, he planted a kiss on your forehead. “Es pulcherrimum, candidius quam stellam.”

And you manage to catch him by surprise, quickly kissing him back. “Et te amo. In perpetuum et unum diem.”

=x=x=

Death loves having someone to speak this language to. Even if you need to take a little time to process and translate what it is he says, you actually understands it! The souls who would’ve been able to speak or understand it have long since passed, and Death mourns the loss of languages and cultures over time. He's been around since the very beginning, after all.

He encourages you to practice speaking the language for fun. Though he still likes using a variety of pet names for you, he now adds more from dead languages. It's so much fun, saying things he’ll know you understand that no one else will (though now he knows he can’t swear in a dead language anymore unless he wants to put money in the swear jar).

Translations:

Faex: shit

Amo te. Es pulcherrimum in omnia terra.: I love you. You are the most beautiful in the whole land.

Apricum: sunny (I would use lux solaris for ‘sunshine’ or literally ‘light of the sun’ but this is cuter.)

Amantes sunt amentes: Lovers are lunatics (fools).

Suntne amantes amentes?: Are lovers lunatics?

Minime: No.

Es pulcherrimum, candidius quam stellas.: You are the most beautiful, brighter than the stars.

Et te amo. In perpetuum et unum diem.: And I love you. Forever and one day.

#puss in boots #the last wish #puss in boots the last wish #puss in boots death #death x reader #.writing #x reaader

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pls xiaoting smut w male reader

Risque

Kep1er's Shen Xiaoting x Male Reader Smut

Categories: semi-public sex; slight exhibitionism; anal; daddy kink; revenge sex(?)

Nothing could describe the joy I feel at finally being able to post with curly quotation marks. Enjoy the little things.

Thanks to @sinswithpleasure, @co-reborn, @ggidolsmuts and @writerpeach for helping me out with the Chinese parts!

As careless as the nature of the act was, it was actually planned beforehand by the two of you, almost as if it were some kind of important meeting composed of the most powerful people in the world. The location and time were also talked over days before it happened, as well as the number that would be jotted down on the buttons by a would-be hot and bothered Shen Xiaoting.

She was the one who initiated the conversation, after all. She was the one who nervously confessed to you what she was scheming after you expressed your concern over the unusual amount of time she spent spacing out. When she had finished illustrating to you her plan, you were stunned to say the least. But Xiaoting waited for the dead silence to make way for your approval.

Despite your love for your girlfriend, you had to be honest with her. You called it petty revenge. This was something only ignorant teenagers would dream up of to make their oblivious crushes “jealous”. That's so fucking immature, you said. Childish too, you said. Haven't you moved on yet? But you had to admit that you got the winning end in this; all you had to do was two very easy things: open and close the door of the phone booth when you got there, then have Xiaoting in any way you wanted.

The offer was too tempting. So, despite the angel on your shoulder urging you to do the right thing, you agreed.

But(t) you were definitely going to “do” the right thing anyway, you thought, as you eyed Xiaoting's rear end while she walked in front of you. God, it looked even more gropeable in those black leather jeans. Just the sight of that ass could cause eighteen car crashes in this city and probably an uproar from horny journalists.

You did not hold back a playful spank. Xiaoting was surprised, but then giggled and scolded you, telling you to wait just a bit more. “It isn’t very far from here now, you know,” she told you, booping your nose.

She was right; just a few more steps led you and Xiaoting to a phone booth by brown wood. It held an old telephone of the same color on its walls, which were decorated by vintage movie posters and signs. The movies they promoted were several decades old already. One of them showed a surprised Marilyn Monroe, and a full-body shot of her under large red letters spelling out one of her classics.

Just by those posters, you could tell this was not like any of the other booths that stood before it. This was the telephone booth, the special one in which you would perform Xiaoting’s plan with her.

You took two cautious looks at your surroundings. Once the few people that passed by were distracted enough by their phones, newspapers, or rowdy children, you quickly ushered Xiaoting into the booth.

Once you entered and closed the door, the lust overtook you. You had been trying to keep it to a behaved amount during the walk here, but now that you were offered a space where you could safely let it out,you realized you just had to make use of it.

You pinned Xiaoting against the wall roughly. The tightness of the place didn't help make moving around easy. But what prodded you on was the satisfied smile Xiaoting made before she ordered you:

“Kiss me.”

You leaned in and did what she asked. Her hands curled around the sides of your face while yours did so on her wide hips. Both of you immediately felt warm from just a kiss, but Xiaoting let the untamed lust she shared with you take control of the kiss; she constantly sought a deeper connection, greedily holding you close and letting the French kiss birth an insatiable hunger inside her.

Tongue twisted around tongue and trailed across the perfect pair of pink lips. Wet saliva accented the hot gaspy breaths and sighs that were lost in the passionate kiss. Xiaoting could feel herself getting wetter and wetter by the second, making her whimper helplessly with each lock of your lips. But you aided her horniness by constantly rubbing your knee at her core clothed by the tight leather.

Xiaoting's loud moans started to fill the air. You helped add more to those luscious sounds by giving her kisses that were hot on her neck. Several were placed here on her pretty throat and one at her sharp jaw. Another sneaky kiss was given to her collarbone which you swore was carved by the gods themselves. You licked along the line it drew and watched how Xiaoting desperately rode your knee for friction, gasping at your hands sliding down her curves and grabbing her tits over the tight gray tube top.

“Hmm, hngmh, oh fuck, baby.” She whimpered at the satisfying sensation of your hands dutifully kneading her ass. She rocked back and forth on your knee, and you would forever find it impossible to describe how hot your girlfriend looked rolling her tight, slender body lewdly against you for more of the sinful pleasure. The way her hips swayed in circles was hypnotizing.

You looked up at Xiaoting although her eyes were slightly lidded due to the dizzying pleasure. “Still wanna go on with the plan?”

Your teeth clamped around her earlobe and sucked on it. Xiaoting cursed softly, a sound that was quiet yet added fuel to the fire that was your raging lust.

Took a look at her thighs and ass in those jeans and realized what a waste it would be not to spank her through the leather. You spanked her once, and she trembled. Continuing evoked several whimpers from her. Each slap got her dangerously turned on. Just the feeling of the pain stinging her skin made her clit pulse needily. She could already feel her panties getting ruined.

“More.”

You smiled; you were happy to give her what she asked for. You felt around her crotch area and slapped her pussy that was sure to be soaked right now to get her even more worked up.

“Y-yes,” she replied weakly. You weren't sure if that was an answer to your question or an approving moan to your spanking. “That's the whole point of this after all.”

“Hmph, fine. I still think it's petty.”

“So what?” Xiaoting raised her eyebrow at you feistily before typing in the number. "Doesn't he deserve to know how much better you fuck me? How much better you treat me after I put up with all his shit?”

“Hm, maybe.”

You tugged off her jacket to get a full view of her in the tube top. She looked hotter than you expected; her beautiful arms and shoulders looked delicious exposed like that. It almost seemed like the top was specifically created for her with the way it perfectly accented her bust and body. The fabric hugged her tits and torso while letting you get a peek of her tight midriff AKA the second best place to cum on.

“God, Xiaoting, you're so fucking sexy.”

Xiaoting flashed you a feisty smile as she held the telephone to her ear, cocking her head to the side.. “I know.”

Her hips rolled in lewd circles so that her ass could meet your hands easily. You could tell that all the heavy petting and kissing had gotten her all hot and bothered. She was becoming more and more desperate for you, and she was not at all ashamed to show it.

With just one downward zip, her jeans fell to the ground along with her panties. You took those and her suddenly intimidating eyes as signs that she wanted you to take her as roughly as you would in the bedroom, even with the semi-public space the two of you were in.

And who were you to refuse her?

Xiaoting groped your erection playfully before she undid your pants as well. They soon joined hers in a pool of fabric on the floor. She eagerly watched you align your shaft with her entrance, admiring your size as if it was your first time with her all over again.

You pushed forward.

Xiaoting threw her head back, causing the pop art posters on the wall to partially fall off. You let out a grunt to show that you were stunned too; her cunt was as tight as her body was, as wet as the kisses you laid upon her skin. The tightness clung to you even as you started moving, like it was begging you to stay nestled inside her silken pussy.

You decided to set a steady pace. Her pulsating pussy hugged your rod tighter as you performed blunt thrusts aimed upwards. Xiaoting's mouth hung open as she could only savor the satisfying rubs your cockhead did at the right spots and your veins did to her walls.

“Ohhh my god. This feels so fucking good.”

You and Xiaoting started kissing again. Your tongue curled upwards to explore the roof of her mouth briefly before twisting around her tongue again. You constantly provoked deep sighs from her with your steady fucking and lips, which had already memorized the paths they took to her neck, cheek, and shoulders.

Her deep and sultry moans were your main motivations. But what strangely motivated you even more in this situation was the sound of Xiaoting’s ex picking up the phone.

“Hello?”

“Oh fuck. Oh!” Xiaoting could barely cope with your suddenly swift thrusts. Her eyes were shut as she held onto the telephone for dear life. “H-hi, Rich. It's, hah, been so… l-long, hasn’t it?”

Her broken voice was a familiar sound to him. “Xiaoting?” Rich asked in disbelief. “Is that you?”

You beginning to pepper kisses on her neck and shoulders wasn't helpful at all, but that was the point, wasn't it? To make it sound obvious that she was getting railed right now and that it felt so much better than when he did it to her?

You drove her into the wall with each deep plug of your dick in her wet pussy. Xiaoting’s mewls just told you that she loved the way you stretched it out and pushed it to its limits. You watched how the swollen lips welcomed you by swallowing your member and keeping its grip vice-like and how her tiny hole was forced apart to let you in. Through all that, Xiaoting's fingers maintained their deathly grip on the telephone.

“Yes! Just wanted to drop by.”

“I missed you. I didn't know you’d actually call me like I asked you.”

Wait, so that fucker tried to contact her even before Xiaoting made the plan? Maybe you should have agreed to the plan from the start.

You were furious. Xiaoting was yours, and yours only. Nothing would change that. Definitely not a desperate text message from a lonely guy from her past.

You started to amplify your thrusts. Xiaoting yelped in surprise, holding onto the phone tighter. She shut her eyes in endurance as you began to suck at the pulse point on her neck. She crowned your head with her palm and pushed it closer for more.

“I didn't either. There won't be another time though. I—”—her moan was breathy now, probably because of your thumb on her clit—”can't do this properly… he's fucking me too well… oh god, daddy!”

Once her lips had let slip of your title, your feral instincts came out. They told you to give this brat a good pounding, to use her body hard and rough to let her ex seethe with the same jealousy you felt whenever somebody ogled at your girlfriend like you weren't there with her. They told you to go batshit crazy.

You couldn't take it anymore. You bent Xiaoting over, twisting her body so that she had to lie with her stomach flat on the desk. There, you plowed into her unforgivingly. Xiaoting let a scream slip through her lips, accidentally dropping the telephone because her hands were wrapped in your fist and pinned behind her back. But unfortunately for Rich, the phone still dangled near her mouth. Rich could still hear everything that was going on.

You lifted your hand as high as you could then slapped her ass with it. She cried out, more wetness gushing forth. Another slap rendered her babbling incoherently. Her butt started to roll in circles to meet your ministrations, asking for more of the pain and pleasure that came with your forceful blunt humps on her leaking pussy and the harsh spanks.

It was fascinating to see how weak Xiaoting became for you in just a matter of minutes. Just a while ago, she was strolling around the city of Seoul with confidence and self-assurance. But now? Oh, how greatly things have changed. She had transformed into your dumb, babbling slut, leaking from her used pussy and her pink lips.

“Xiaoting?” Rich asked with concern. “Are you okay? What’s going on?”

Rich was such a dumb fuck. That was probably why Xiaoting left him. Of course she was far from okay! Her insides were being wrecked mercilessly by your length and girth while she was being spanked over and over. Couldn’t he hear her screaming like her life depended on it?

You let him know what was going on by giving Xiaoting back to back spanks. Each one stung your palm, but you kept doing it for the sake of hearing Xiaoting’s cries of pain and seeing her ass cheeks turn almost as red as her pretty face. A hand mark was already imprinted on her right cheek, and even that didn’t stop you from hitting that bubble butt.

“Oh god… oh, yes!” she cried out. “I mean, yes, I'm okay. D-don't worry about it. How are you?"

She was still trying to keep up the act. That wouldn't do at all; you made it your goal to make her as breathless as possible, furthering the yank of your hips so your cock could sheathe itself deeper inside her cunt. You forced your thick tip to travel all the way to her cervix and stimulated all the right spots with your veiny girth.

“I'm doing alright, Xiaoting. I missed you so much. I—”

“Fuck!”

Xiaoting was forced to rudely interrupt her ex again as her uncontrollable sobs resurfaced when you reached from behind her to stimulate her nub. Her hips spasmed and stuttered, moving in the same direction as your quick rubs that created an obscene wet sound. She could barely grab onto something to keep herself stable because her hands were fastened in between your curled fingers at her back. So her body could only rock continuously back and forth, to and fro, left and right—trying to get away from you at once but begging desperately for more too.

“Ah! Ah! Fuck, daddy, it’s so deep!” No matter how hard Xiaoting tried to keep herself together despite your drilling, she always came undone. “D-daddy, daddy, I’m going to cum, I'm going to cum, I'm going to—”

Squirming and scrambling, Xiaoting broke into a mess of guttural screams and foreign curses. Her screams of pleasure almost overpowered the sounds of your hips slapping her ass and your groans. Her legs buckled as she came hard, losing all feeling in her legs although the pleasurable feeling still kept overwhelming her pussy.

“Daddy! Daddy, too much! Too much!”

Too much, she complained, but you knew Xiaoting liked it that way. So you crossed the lines that were probably never drawn in the first place and pounded her harder. Faster in order to drain your twin balls knocking against her pussy with each rough shove.

Soon the walls wrapping around your dick contracted tighter, and Xiaoting started to whine helplessly in pitchy Chinese, something you knew very well was a sign that she was—

"小婷受不了了啦！！"

Xiaoting was squirting. Showers of girl cum started to wet the floor. It increased the abundant arousal leaking out of her pussy which helped you drive into her even with the tightness.

It was all so fucking hot to witness: Xiaoting, her face red, becoming unable to endure anymore and resorting to cursing dirtily in Chinese while she dirtied the phone booth floor with her cum. She was going insane, the lust making her struggle in your grip and cling onto your cock. The grasp of her walls onto you was enough to milk you dry.

“Xiaoting, you’re so fucking tight,” you said, gritting your teeth as you put more force into your pounding. “You're going to make daddy cum, babygirl.”

Her mouth directly next to the telephone, Xiaoting whined and cried out: “Yes, please, daddy! Paint your babygirl's pussy with your load! She’s nothing but a cumdump, nothing but your cumdump!”

Now that you had her permission, you were filled with determination. You were determined to show that pathetic ex of hers that Xiaoting is yours. You were determined to let him hear how good she felt now that she was with you. Let him hear you claiming her.

“Yes! Your cum feels so warm in me, daddy!” Xiaoting made sure to say loudly to the mouthpiece of the telephone. “You fuck me so well, please give me another of your load!”

“Oh, I will, but this time, I'll do it on your round bubble butt.”

Xiaoting practically blushed in excitement. Anal with you was always a great experience. Rich would surely be jealous since he had never dared to try that with her.

“Xiaoting,” said Rich, this time with a sharpness to his voice, “this isn’t funny. Do you think this would make me any happier?”

“Oh my god!”

Xiaoting was deaf to his words. She was too focused on the sensation of her puckered hole being, as promised, invaded by your dick. You almost let out a louder-than-usual groan at how much tighter her ass was. This was going to be harder than fucking her pussy that was almost virgin-like with the way it contracted on your dick.

You sat back onto the wooden seat and pulled Xiaoting onto your lap. She squealed in surprise, but made sure to grab the telephone and hold it near your bodies thrusting and grinding on one another for gratification. That way, Rich could clearly hear everything, from the slapping and groaning to her ecstatic screams and cries.

An example of that would be:

“Haah! Hngmh! Oh!”

Your hands on her hips, you slammed Xiaoting up and down your dick. Her pussy juices slipped down to your dick colliding with her asshole, serving as supple lube to make it easier for you to fuck her. Xiaoting breathlessly aided the leak by filling her pussy with her own fingers. She gasped girlishly at how it being penetrated in her two holes at the same time felt: heavenly.

“You’re… so! fucking! big! in my ass, daddy!” said Xiaoting, shouting every time your thrusts took a sharper turn. "And, and my pussy's still leaking with your cum. Please creampie and make my asshole sore too, daddy!"

Xiaoting's fingers dipped repeatedly inside her cunt. They entered to fill every corner of the tight slit and exited with white dripping from them. Her asshole tightened every three seconds because of the doubled pleasure, motivating you to stretch her bubble butt out till it was as sore as her pussy.

Her tits wildly bounced up and down, two fat pillows of tempting flesh that struggled to keep themselves beneath the fabric of the gray top. Xiaoting could only groan in pleasure when you grabbed one bouncing breast and sucked at her neck at the same time. You could feel her hard nipple sliding against your palm. You pinched and toyed with it gladly while your lips left smooches all over her skin.

She wiggled her ass on your dick in return and leaned her head back on your shoulder. From this angle, you could see her ecstatic face—eyes rolled back but occasionally widening at the impact and mouth agape to shamelessly let the world hear how good she was feeling. Sighs left that very mouth as you ravaged her neck like a hungry vampire. Your teeth and tongue had violated her neck so much that purple marks began to show themselves on the path of gleaming pale skin.

The sex was making it hard to comprehend anything. You were starting to lose your mind—the colors of the posters taped to the booth were a blur, and the sounds of Rich angrily telling Xiaoting off were unheard. All that you understood was your stomach was tightening, a sure sign of your climax coming, and that Xiaoting looked so fucking hot coyly swaying her hips side to side on your dick. Just afew more bounces and you were going to cum.

Xiaoting’s ass rose—

“You think you can hurt me with this, Xiaoting? I’ve been hurt worse by better!—”

—and descended,—

“—It’s not fucking funny! I’ve been going crazy without you and then you call me up—”

—rose—

“—just to make me listen to your new boyfriend railing you!”

—and—

“Cum in my ass, daddy.”

As if her words were a command you were programmed to automatically obey, you blew your load into the brown ring that was gaping to fit your rod. Your lap was a sticky mess of your semen and Xiaoting’s fluids, but Xiaoting still remained seated on it. Perhaps she thought sitting on the floor was not a better idea than your lap because of your clothes and undergarments stained with her squirt. Or maybe she just liked being daddy’s girl.

The whole place smelled like sex and sweat. Several posters had fallen to the floor and the only chair in the booth was dripping of your cum and your girlfriend’s. Not to mention that a poor old lady was staring at you from the window of the booth with wide traumatized eyes, frozen in place.

However, Xiaoting was unfazed by all the mess. She even crossed one leg over the other, listening to Rich rant about her supposed sluttiness and ungratefulness from the phone.

“And I bet that there’s no romance in that new relationship you have!” Rich angrily yelled. “Just fucking and sleeping! That’s no fucking better than what we had!”

“He just fucked my ass, Rich,” Xiaoting told him matter-of-factly. “Of course he’s better.”

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Hello, I saw your recent post of "TMNT Naughty or Nice Cocktails" So, I could order one of Leonardo in a nice along with naughty, using dialogue numbers 7 (Nice), 3 and 13 (naughty), with the Kink 6 and 16

I hope I have placed the order correctly

And sorry for the spelling mistakes, my English is not very good (TwT)

Christmas Jealousy 🔥

Hello, everyone! I hope your day/night are well. Since today is the first day of Christmas, I will now place my first request. @akesdraws-blog here's your Naughty or Nice cocktail, love! Since you picked the right scenario, your prize is at the very bottom. I hope you love it! 🥰💙

🔞 Warning 🔞: NSFW +18

She picked number 16 (car Sex) but it doesn't match, so she picked number 3 (praise kink) instead. Use of sex toys (rope, ball-gag, and vibrator), and praise kink. Also Dom!Leo because that man is nothing but a Dom. 😩

It's now Christmas Eve and the guys are throwing their own party for the holiday, and Mikey decided to have one of the brothers dress up as Santa as a joke.

Luckily, Y/N wasn't in the drawing.

But she was holding the box that had their names.

"All right, guys, are you ready?" The woman says as she shook up the box.

Mikey rubbed his palms together, mischief in those sky-blue eyes. "This is going to be good."

"What if you're wearing the suit, bro? Isn't that embarrassing enough?" Raph rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Not as embarrassing as being Santa's elves." Mikey chuckled as his brother's eyes widened.

"Oh, no, I am not wearing that stupid costume!" Raph complained as he shifted one leg to the other. The red terrapin preferred to be Santa than wearing an elf costume.

Y/N cleared her throat and it got the brothers attention. The pieces of paper are color coded and the box was covering the pieces, so everything was a gamble for the brothers.

"All right, the person who's gonna be Santa is-" She paused as she grabbed a piece and it came out purple. "Donnie! Congratulations!"

The said turtle's eyes widened as he did a cute happy dance, a smile graced his lips. Raph groaned out as he walked away from the group.

Leo wasn't really too happy either. He was supposed to be a man of leadership and tranquility but, here he was, getting dressed up as an elf.

He was beyond embarrassed and uncomfortable.

The leader didn't start complaining until he was in the safety of his room. Leo was now in the said elf outfit and the poor guy was not having it.

"Please, don't make me wear this. I look ridiculous!" He said as he adjusted the elf hat that was on his head, a jingle from the bell was heard as he did so. Instead of the shirt, he was only wearing green pants and had a gold belt around his waist. His thighs and rear were prominent, and the woman couldn't help but to gawk at her man.

They were only dating for over eight months and going strong. Yes, arguments and misunderstandings were there but communication and patience helped with the situation.

Yet, the woman almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

Cause, if she did, Y/N wouldn't be here and have this eye candy in front of her.

"It's only for one day, my love. And there won't be a whole lot of people. If you finish this without complaining, you will have your Christmas gift early." The woman said as she stood in front of her blue terrapin boyfriend. Her small palms caressing his plastron, teasing his collarbone and his neck.

Leo hummed, intrigued with the offer his woman was laying out. "Oh, really? And what's the gift, blossom?" He says as he gave her a devilish smirk, his hand slowly trailed down her spine. Oh, his touch sent her body ablaze. She was almost tempted to give in but she yielded.

"You have to behave, Mr. Elf." Y/N teased as she booped his snout, making it twitch.

Leo chuckled, shaking his head. He leaned down to her ear, nibbling it playfully. "Since when do you give out orders, little one?"

She knew that nickname all too well. His deep bartone of his vocal chords reached the depths of her soul, hypnotized her being and wanting her to surrender. Feeling her body been set ablaze once again, the woman reluctantly pushed him away. His eyes gleamed with amusement, his lips continued to grace a smirk as he witnessed his beloved's flustered expression.

"Until now, my love. After the party's over, we can play. How does that sound?" The woman persisted as her palms caressed his broad reptilian shoulders, the feel of different skin textures never cease to amaze Leo. They are so different from each other, yet she chooses to be with him.

He smiled at the thought.

"All right. I'll behave, for now." He teased as he placed a tender kiss to the crown of her head, filling the woman's body with warmth. "But that won't stop me from teasing you, blossom."

With that Leonardo stepped out of his bedroom and into the living room, laughs and whistles were heard as his brothers teased the poor leader. They will never live that down.

Y/N was flustered. Beyond flustered.

Leonardo was showing her no mercy with the teasing. He may not say them out loud, but he did say them whenever he could lean towards her ear. His words made her body stand at attention; his deep baritone voice sent a tremor down her spine as his stares spoke louder than words. Made her all the reasons why not to tease the leader in blue in the near future.

He may be the man of words but he waits until the right moment to strike. The perfect moment to tell her what he has been planning, every to the last detail. Her legs will tremble as his ocean eyes gazed upon her; he soon gave her a devilish smirk, knowing what his presence and stare does to her.

Just for giggles Mikey wants the woman to sit on Donnie's lap, since the purple clad turtle was dressed as Saint Nick. They knew how to tease Leonardo so well as they both chuckled as Donnie pats his lap and the woman tries to hold in her laughter, soon sitting on Donnie's thigh.

Leonardo knew what his brothers were planning and he took deep breaths as he watched his blossom and his younger brother talk, not really focusing on the conversation.

He's just making sure Donnie's hands were by his side and not on his woman.

"Now, what is it you would like for Christmas?" They both laughed when Donnie spoke the usual Santa dialogue. The woman shook her head.

"There's only one thing I would like but," she paused as she looked towards Raph and Mikey, but she knew her lover's stare was on her back. "This could be dangerous for you."

Donnie quirked a brow, intrigued with the request. "And what shall that be?"

She leaned towards Donnie's ear and whispered, "I wanna make Leo jealous."

Donnie looked towards her and his brothers, then burst into laughter. Little snorts would come out as he tries to calm down. "Oh, Y/N, you are definitely giving us a death wish here."

"What did she say?" Mikey rushed towards the two. "Tell ole Mikey what your heart desires."

Donnie leaned towards his brother and whispered what the woman requested. The youngest of the three eyes widened, appalled yet gidy by the request. "Ooh, girl, you are sending us to our graves!"

Raph went over and Mikey whispered the request to him as well. All the brute did was shake his head, a deep chuckle left him. "I mean, if you really want us to, we could. But, just a fair warning, if we die because of you, we're coming back as ghosts just to mess with you." He laughed as the others followed suit.

If they are going to die, they will die happy knowing Leo's expression when they take their last breath.

After the whole planning Leo was on edge as he watched his brothers smothered his woman more than usual. Yes they would hug and whatnot, but that was all. There was nothing going on.

Until now of all things.

Raph and Mikey are mainly the ones that were enjoying your company more than normal, while Donnie watched everything with a knowing smirk. The genius watched his older brother trying to hold his composure as he watched the others giving you attention. The teasing and flirtatious remarks were made and Leo had enough.

They were sitting on the couch, both men sat beside her.

"Why sit on Santa's lap when you can sit on mine?" Raph smirked as he played with her hair, feeling the soft strands flow through his fingertips. Donnie "oh"ed as he watched Leo's expression, toggling it into memory.

"Yeah, girl, the turkey isn't the only that's getting stuffed." Mikey chuckled as Y/N laughed yet flustered at his remark and Raph laughed at the corny joke.

But, oh, Leonardo was seeing red.

Donnie could see figurative fumes coming out of his ears as he stormed to the front of the couch, his hands formed into fists.

"Enough!" Leo commanded as he stood in front of his brothers. "What is this, hm? Since when do you have a sudden attraction to my girlfriend!"

Y/N only saw him angry when he argued with Raph, she has never seen him like this. Leo's body was tense as he stared at his brothers, then faced her. The woman's breath hitched as his stare burned through her soul.

"You're looking real intimidating with the elf ears, Leo," Raph teased as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Gonna do some ballet with those tights?"

"You wanna go, Raph? Bring it."

"Okay, that's enough of that," Y/N cut off before things got even more heated. "I asked the guys to make you jealous, darling. There's nothing going on, I promise."

Leo stood silent, face blank as he took in the information his lover was saying. His lips pursed and he nodded.

"All right, you wanna make me jealous," the woman screeched as Leo grabbed her waist and hoisted her over his shoulder. "You're gonna get something far worse." With that, Leo stormed off with his girl in tow.

The last thing he heard was "oh"s and Mikey saying, "R-I-P that pu-" but she didn't hear the rest as Leo's bedroom closed behind them.

Y/N was soon thrown on the bed as Leo eyed his prize. His breathing erratic he took off those stinking elf ears and the Christmas hat, tossing them somewhere in the room. She knew he was mad when Leo didn't care about making messes. The woman was all in for it.

"Love how you're telling me to behave when you can't behave yourself," his voice hard and commanding, he ripped the green pants from his legs. "Looks like I have to discipline you once again, little one."

Oh, how her legs shook. Even when she's laying on his bed, sprawled over his sheets, he always knew how to make her tremble with anticipation. Only in boxer briefs, he bent down to retrieve something underneath his bed and what he retrieved was a black duffle bag. Oh, she knew what was in there. She whimpered as he looked into its confinements.

"Begging already? We can't have that, not tonight." The leader took out a vibrator, rope, and a ball-gag. Placing the bag to the floor he took her ankles into his palms and pulled her towards him, making the woman yelp in surprise. "I don't want to hear a single sound. If you ever let a single sound, a single whimper, you won't get an orgasm until I say so. Do you understand?"

Y/N bit her lip from making any noises. "Y-Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Sensei."

"Good girl." He praised as he took off her clothing. Usually he would take his time but not tonight. This woman was going to be the death of him and she needs discipline. He snickered at the thoughts of all the plans he had for her.

When she's stripped bare he takes her wrists and binds them with the rope, soon tying the rest to the headboard. "Not too tight, right?" His beloved shook her head. "Good." He placed the ball-gag close to her lips and secured it.

"Remember your safe word when you can't speak, blossom?" Leo asked as he eyed her moving her fingers in a '1-2-3' movement. He nodded in approval. "That's a good girl. You may get me angry but that doesn't mean I will harm you in any way."

The woman's heart fluttered at his endearing words. A part of her wants to apologize for making him angry, even jealous, but she just loves to see him riled up over simple things. To see the all calm, cool, and collected leader be pushed into his limits. He may say he doesn't like brats but he enjoys taming them. Taming her. And she behaves in most parts.

The woman choked a moan when his fingertips played with her nipples and she had to stop herself from making a sound. She wanted- no, needed that orgasm. Y/N looked up and saw a devilish smirk plastered on his face.

"You should never let your guard down, little one. You should know this." He chuckled as he watched his woman squirm when he trailed his hand lower, close to her femininity. He hummed in approval as he teased the area between her legs. "I could just taste you right now, blossom. But patience is a virtue."

He pulled away from her then, making the woman squirm once again. His eyes lit up in amusement, his arms crossed as he watched her try to ease that ache she oh so craved. When she couldn't get the relief she wanted, he slowly spread her legs and growled deep within his chest. The sweet aroma of nectar filled his nostrils and it took every ounce of his being to not pounce on her at this very moment. He craved this woman; every single ounce of his animalistic being was screaming at him to take what was rightfully his, to show his brothers that Y/N belongs to him and only him.

Not yet, he thought, just one more thing she needed to learn. Resistance and tolerance.

Taking hold of the vibrator he slowly trailed it from her inner thigh, towards her intimate lips of her femininity. She raised her hips for more friction but he gently tapped her leg, giving her a warning. His eyes focused, he took in her pleading eyes and he can't help but to smirk at his beautiful blossom. The power that he held over her body made his heart pound; the anticipation and the yearning they both craved was thick between the two as Leo circled the toy on her sensitive clit, her hands took hold of the rope as her breath hitched once again.

The woman was waiting for impact, yearning for Leo to end her misery, but it didn't show. When she looked at him however, her eyes rolled as the toy was brought to life and he held it to her clit, stimulating her sensitive flower to the max. Oh how she tried to hold in those delicious sounds; to let his brothers hear all the sinful noises she could muster. But when a strangled moan left out of her throat was when she snapped out of the clouds of pleasure, a dark chuckle escaped her lover as he leaned forward.

"Looks like you're gonna be in this position for a while, little one. You better get comfortable."

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lopsicle · 7 months

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Did you know Viney and Emira are the best side characters in The Owl House?

Healing Tickles

TickleTober Day 4: Weak spot

Fandom: The Owl House

Pairing: Emira X Viney (Romantic)

Summary: Emira gets injured while trying to ride Puddles, and discovers some of the side effects of healing magic once Viney uses it on her.

Warnings: Injury, Feet Tickles

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Even though the magic in the Boiling Isles was exciting and enchanting to use, their was always a subtle danger that laid with it. A spell not being aimed properly, wrong ingredients in a potion that would cause you to turn into a pile of frogs or some other twisted joke that magic liked to play on people. The creatures were also no exception, whether it was the largest Slitherbeast or the tiniest fairy, the weakest demon to the most powerful Titan, everything had a way of hurting you.

Though in our case, it wasn’t intentional. It was more of an accident, practically brought on by Emira tempting fate. She had gone on a ride on her girlfriend’s griffin, Puddles, to spend more time with her and since flying was a lot less lonely with Viney. But after a couple times of riding on the back of a beast, you tend to grow more confident in your abilities to not get flung off it at every sharp turn; despite Emira practically clinging onto Puddles the first time she ever rode on her.

In contrast, the green haired witch was now standing up on Puddles back, her hands rested near her waistline in an oddly relaxed way for someone souring swiftly through the air. Viney didn’t look so impressed with her, sticking to sitting down just under Puddles’ neck while flying, not wanting to get too cocky.

‘You ever heard the saying pride comes before the fall?’ Viney asked her, getting a rather blissfully ignorant ‘Nope!’ in response. She just sighed, gently gripping onto Puddles’ feathers.

‘You should sit down, really, I don’t wanna have to scrape you up off the ground,’ Viney said, dead serious as her eyes narrowed slightly, not taking her eyes off the sky in front of her since she was still steering Puddles. Emira just shrugged her off, before saying,

‘You don’t have to worry so much, I’ll be fi-ah!’ As the girl attempted to take a small step back on Puddles, she ended up losing her footing and and sliding right off the back of the griffin, leading all three of them to fly into a mad panic. They weren’t massively high up on the air, not enough to break a bone or seriously hurt yourself from the fall but just enough to make it hurt and bruise. Because of this, by the time Viney had tilted Puddles around to try and catch Emira, the girl had already landed on the floor, surprisingly managing to stay upright.

‘Emira!’ Viney cried, souring down and landing her pet right next to her, hopping off and running over to her. ‘Are you alright?!’ She asked, looking over the girl to see if she had any marks or cuts, but she seemed to be injure free. Key word, seemed. Emira still just smiled at her, not wanting Viney to worry as she responded,

‘Oh yeah, I’m fine, it was only a little fall!’

Viney looked at her with a slightly unimpressed look before crossing her arms over her chest, not taking her stern yet worried eyes off the girl for a second. ‘Alright then, could you walk over here, please?’

Viney asked her, causing Emira’s lips to curl in worry for just a second before she went back to smiling,

‘Yeah, o-of course I can, I really am fine!’

Though, right as she finished taking her first step, the girl already winced in pain but tried to keep it hidden. Emira looked up to see Viney sighing and stopped right in her tracks, like a child being caught redoing something they’re not allowed.

‘I’m, uh, sorry about standing on Puddles,’ she said, staring at the floor as her girlfriend walked over to her, before gently scooping up Emira in her arms.

‘It’s fine, Emi, just don’t do that, I don’t want you getting hurt, okay?’ The healing track member smiled softly down at her girlfriend, booping her nose to alleviate the tension. ‘Now, let’s get you fixed up, can you tell me where it hurts?’ She asked Emira, sitting her down against Puddles’ side, who had began resting on the grass. Emira blushed a little, holding her arms to her sides as she muttered,

‘My feet,’ her body seemed to tense up a little as she said that, not going unnoticed but Viney decided not to comment on it for now. The brunette just nodded, carefully taking off her girlfriend’s boots. Luckily they’d landed just on the outskirts of the forest, meaning Emira wasn’t too embarrassed about being without her shoes in public.

‘Okay, just try and sit still for me, healing magic can sting a little,’ Viney told her, though Emira barely seemed to be paying attention. Ever since Viney’s focus had been in her feet, the girl seemed a little more tense, clenching her palms into her fists, locking her eyes on her girlfriend’s fingers and godwhydidherfingerslooksoteasytoher?!

Before she could bounce away, a pleasant blue glow had enveloped Viney’s hand with a gentle whoosh sound. She then pointed her hand an Emira’s socked feet, nearly making the girl squeal from the sheer anticipation building up in her. It wasn’t until Emira’s soles had the same soft blue glow on them did the girl finally erupt in goggles and start twisting about.

‘Oh, I get it now, your ticklish, that’s why you’ve been so jittery! Super ticklish by the looks of things, or are your feet just a little weak spot of yours?’

Viney smirked over at her girlfriend, her playful personality immediately resurfacing once she realised she had found one of Emira’s adorable weaknesses. That and maybe being flustered and tickled would distract her from any of her lingering pain, that was definitely the main reason she was doing this.

‘I-ihaahaahahaha’m nahahahahaha-eeeep-ahahaht thahahahat ti-tihihihcklish..!’ Emira squealed though her laughter quickly trailed off as Viney finished her healing spell, leaving her feet good as new. Emira just looked over at her girlfriend, flustered and trying to timidly pull her feet back while thanking Viney.

But, her ankles were quickly snatched up by Viney, dragging the girl a little closer as she did so. The brunette got her arm wrapped around the green haired girl’s ankles, making all those little kicks and squirming useless.

‘Hey! I-I thought you were done healing me, what are you doing?!’ Emira asked, curling her toes as a smile of anticipation crawled its way onto her face, no matter how much she tried to remove it.

‘Well, Smiles, you have been difficult today, standing on Puddles, getting all jittery when I was trying to heal you, and you just leave one of your most ticklish spots literally on my lap?! Of course I’m gonna tickle the Hell out of you after that!’

Emira just blushed more and more as Viney spoke, opening her mouth to try and pout or argue back, but she seemed even too flustered to get her words out properly. It wouldn’t have mattered much anyway, Viney’s nails were already scratching and skittering all over Emira’s sock clad soles and arches, her fingers making sure to dig right in and slide over every part of her newly discovered sweet spot.

‘E-eeek!! V-vihihhiHIHIHneehehEHEHEHEY!!’

Emira clutched the sides of her face with her hands, with an expression that wasn’t quite discernible between horror and enjoyment. The girl bounced around like a mad witch, flinging her face from side to side while her legs tended up and twitched about, not sitting still for a minutes.

‘Oh, we’ve got ourselves a squirmer here, don’t we? Your really are suuuper ticklish, Emi, you should be lucky we’re still technically in public otherwise these socks would be coming clean off!’

‘P-PLEAHAHAAHAHAHSE!!’

‘Please what? Please tickle you more? Finish your sentences, Emi!’

She playfully threatened her, though Emira’s face was going entirely red. It wasn’t like Emira was new to being tickled or teased, but there was a certain level of flustering to it when it was her girlfriend teasing her. It felt warm and safe rather then embarrassing, like she was actually enjoying tickling Emira.

Viney’s nails soon began to claw and scrape at Emira‘a socked heels, making the witch begin to go hysterical from all the tickling she’d received. Tears even began to prick in her eyes, which Viney almost immediately noticed.

‘Alright, I think you’ve had enough tickles for one day, cutie!’ Viney smiled teasingly at her, causing the already flustered girl to absolutely crumble and curl up in on herself. Viney just chuckled lightly as she carefully put Emira’s boots back onto her.

‘Now, are you ever going to ride recklessly on Puddles again?’

Emira looked up, still blushing up a storm before shaking her head.

‘Great, because I will not hesitate to go for that sweet spot of yours if you step even a toe out of line while on that griffin!’ Viney said, her tone serious in a jokey way, but Emira could tell that she meant it.

And by Titan she was looking forward to it.

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bratshaws · 10 months

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through the hourglass 202.brb x oc

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Nicole was a great little baby, he knew that, but she was also…a baby. Which meant her focus moved a lot and she was surrounded by colorful furniture and other baby things. All of them went to Mackenzie’s - the baby section- and they had to separate to get everything. Since Rooster had Nicole, they all decided he shouldn’t have anything too big or heavy on his cart.

So what was he going to get?

Decoration,of course.

He smiles at Nicole who was just pointing at things, “Jojo!” she says while pointing to a stuffed dog toy on the top shelf. He turns his eyes to it and blinks…it does look a lot like Jolene, even the pink nose.

“It looks like her,huh?” Nicole was a good baby, but he noticed she’d get excited a lot by whatever was surrounding her. The seat was good to keep her still,but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to move her torso to look around even more. He doesn’t want to freak out, because he’s a good father who knows that babies’ bodies can be a bit flexible.

But he was freaking out. A little.

“Nikki,Nikki,God,” he cups her shoulder and moves her back,so she’s still on the seat. Those huge blinking eyes look up at him and she grins, kicking her little legs back and forth, “Oh you,you.” he shakes his finger in front of her face, then boops her nose, “You are just like your mother, making me lose my mind and making me worry.” he kisses the top of her head as he rolls forward on the aisle.

He has a few things inside, honestly Beatrice had more willpower than he had because everything was so tempting he had to hold himself for a few seconds and remember the budget. But that was a pretty fish lamp…he got the fish lamp, “And it fits the colors and everything.” he gives himself an excuse, then clears his throat, “Anyway, we need uh…let’s see. Pillows, blankets,” he mumbles the rest to himself as he checks the phone, while Nicole is busy looking around again.

Nikki is actually looking at something else, something far. “AAA!” the sudden squeal makes him jump on the spot, then look down at Nikki, who was pointing her little hand to the left, “Dada!” she moves more, “Woosh!”

“Woosh?” that he didn’t know, “...what is woosh?”

“Woosh!”

Bradley purses his lips, leaning on the cart a bit to get on her eye level and hopefully check what she was pointing at. There were a lot of boxes in his vision so he squinted his eyes in hopes to see it better, “Nikki,dada doesn’t know what you mean.” she repeats the ‘woosh’ sound and he tries to wrack his brain for any moments she said that sound. He taps his finger on the handle as he recollects his memories.

Then it lands on him. Beatrice was showing Nicole his own fighter jet toy and she made the ‘woosh’ while moving it above Nikki’s head, “Oh,oh! Oh you saw a jet,did you?’ again,one more woosh, “Where is it? I kinda wanna see it too, what do the kids nowadays get?”

He thinks that changing course might not be useful, but he’s curious and this is a great time to spend with Nikki, so he just turns the cart towards the ‘grown kids’ toys area. There were a lot of boys there, a lot of them, too many and he had to wait until a few of them stopped playing with their still latched NERF guns to move forward.

“Woosh!”

“Oh, getting warmer?” from the way she was wriggling on the seat,yes, “Alright,” he looked around a bit, checking Nicole's reaction in hopes he found what she was talking about…until it happened. His daughter squealed happily, pointing up the shelf, right above his head, “Oh, is this is?” she giggles as Rooster stretches his arm to grab a huge box.

He has to let go of the cart to hold it close, whistling low when he sees the cover, “...damn this is big.” it was a fighter jet toy, the ones that you can build and keep it safe in your office so no one touches and he had to admit, it looked very realistic. He turns the box for Nicole to see, “Is this the woosh?’

“Woosh!”

“I take that as a yes.” he smiles, his eyes turning down to the box as he stares at it, everything was very very,very similar. Hell it even had nicks and bits to the outside, like it was old. He blinks while paying more attention…why did Nikki want this? It’s not that colorful, there was no way she’d be so interested in it…right? But his daughter reached for it and he had to pause, “Baby girl,this is too big and clearly not for babies.”

‘Woosh!”

“Nikki…maybe when you are older,” he pauses, that sentence made him feel cold inside and he was immediately reminded of Maverick’s words.

What if she wants to,one day?

He didn’t need that right now. She’ll turn one year old in a couple months, there’s nothing more going on and he’s going to shove that thing way up there, “I’ll get you something else,” he says when she whines in disappointment, looking back at the fighter jet with her lower lip jutted out in a pout, “Something…baby friendly,besides we are buying stuff for your siblings, so… let’s continue with the list,yea?”

He takes a deep breath, pushing away the thoughts about the future and focusing on the present. "Alright, let's find something else," he says to Nicole, giving her a reassuring smile. "There are plenty of fun toys for you here."

Rooster carefully navigates the cart to the toys more suitable for babies and toddlers. He lets Nicole explore the options, while still in the seat,and she seems to be enjoying herself as she points and reaches for various items. He picks out some soft plush toys and rattles, making sure they are safe for her to play with.

"Look, Nikki," he says, showing her a cute plush giraffe. "How about this one? It's soft and safe for you."

Nicole's eyes light up, and she reaches for the giraffe, making happy cooing sounds. "Giraffe!" she says, trying to grab it.

"That's right, it's a giraffe," Rooster says, handing her the plush toy. "You can play with it all you want."

She happily clutches the giraffe in her little hands, and Rooster can't help but smile at how adorable she looks. He continues to pick out a few more things for the twins, and he’s glad he’s doing it as easily as he hoped, there were less distractions but his brain kept going back to the fighter jet Nicole saw.

She was too young when she was at the base to remember, she doesn’t know and the toy that once belonged to him wasn’t like that. He furrows his brows, chewing his lower lip, ‘...Nikki,” she looks up at him once she’s done playing with the giraffe, “Did you like the uh…woosh?”

“Woosh!”

“Yes, you liked it?” she just babbles a bit, kicking her legs as she looks up at him, “...okay baby girl,listen,” he crouches down to her eye level, “...dada doesn’t want to think about what you might work in.Alright? Especially not that…it’s…dangerous and it’s stressful and,” those light green eyes just stared at him, ‘...and you are a baby…I’m assuming things, that doesn’t mean anything!” he’s talking to himself now and some people are giving him weird looks.

He was still bothered by the thought that Nicole might follow his footsteps.

Rooster takes a deep breath, realizing that he's probably overthinking things. Nicole is just a baby, and it's far too early to be worrying about what she may or may not want to do in the future. He reminds himself that his daughter is an individual with her own interests and passions, and it's essential to support and encourage her in whatever she chooses.

"You know what, Nikki?" Rooster says, his voice softening as he smiles at her. "You can be anything you want to be when you grow up. It doesn't have to be anything like what dada does. You can be a doctor, a teacher, an artist, or anything else that makes you happy."

Nicole babbles happily in response, she has no idea what he’s talking about but she’s happy! Rooster feels a sense of relief wash over him as he realizes that he doesn't need to project his own fears and concerns onto his daughter. Instead, he needs to focus on being the best father he can be and supporting her in all her endeavors.

"Let's find some more toys for you and your siblings, huh?" he says, changing the subject and getting back to their shopping. He picks out some more age-appropriate toys for Nicole and adds a few items to the cart for the twins as well.

Once he’s done for the day, he messages the group chat to ask them where they were before looking up, seeing that the Daggers weren’t that far from him. He blinked, speeding his step when he sees the amount of things they got, “Guys, that’s…so much stuff.”

Phoenix holds up a hand, “Okay, so,” she gestures to the other guys, “We all decided to give the twins something else besides the furniture and I know,you’ll pay for it, but these,” she taps a gift wrapped box, ‘These are from us.

“You guys didn’t have to–”

“I also won the bet!” Payback announces, holding his finger and earning a collective groan from everyone else, “I knew you’d say that, so thanks for making me win 100 bucks,Rooster.”

Rooster’s eyebrow lowered and his face turned to unimpressed, “Are you ever going to stop betting on me and Bea?”

“Never.”

Rooster shakes his head with a sigh, but he’s glad those dumbasses are his friends. He takes a look at the gift-wrapped boxes and smiles gratefully. "Well, thank you all. It means a lot to us that you went above and beyond to help with the nursery and get gifts for the twins."

"Yeah, we wanted to do something special for them," Coyote says, a warm smile on his face. "They're going to have the coolest nursery ever."

Rooster glances at the boxes, "I can't wait to see what's inside," he says. "I'm sure the twins will love whatever you got for them." Nicole babbles a bit “...and for Nikki.”

Bob gives Rooster a playful pat on the back. "Nikki is next on the list.”

“Aa!”

“I think that’s a yes.”

Bea was glad her aunt brought a book she could distract herself with, it was called "Whispers of the Skies." It was a beautifully bound novel, its cover adorned with intricate designs that seemed to dance and shimmer in the light. The title was written in elegant, swirling letters, and as Bea opened the book, the scent of fresh ink and paper wafted up to greet her.

She had never heard about it, but was very intrigued by the very first pages. Her aunt Martha sat by her, reading a book herself but it wasn’t the same type of book that she was enjoying, it seemed like almost a grimorium with a black cover?No,right? Beatrice flicked her gaze from her own book to her aunt, then lowered it to her chest, “What’s that,zia?”

Martha smiles, still looking down, “An old book of mine.”

“Oh.”

“It’s old people stuff,tesoro, don’t worry.”

She didn’t elaborate and Beatrice didn’t either. She just returned to her book and adjusted herself on the bed. She saw the twins again today, nothing really…changed, but it was nice to see those little beans in there. Aurora was a bit more active than Gavin, that’s for sure, but that didn’t mean Gavin was sick…he was just more chill than his sister. “Zia Martha,” her aunt hums, flipping a page, ‘How many twins and triplets are in our family?”

Martha glances up from her book, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. "Oh, quite a few, my dear," she replies, tapping her finger on her chin as she recalls the family history. "Let me see if I can remember them all. There were the triplets on your nonna's side, your grand-uncles, your great-aunt Lucia had triplets, and I had the twins and then the triplets from…my little sister.."

“Hm.”

“What’s the problem?”

She wrings her hands together,dropping the book to her lap, “How…how many of them were preemies? Do you know?”

Martha's face softens with understanding as she looks at Beatrice. "Several of them were born prematurely, tesoro," she says gently. "Your grand-uncles and your great-aunt Lucia were all born prematurely, not to mention some I can’t even recall."

Beatrice's heart sinks a little at the revelation, and she can't help but worry about the possibility of her own twins being born prematurely. "Is it common in our family?" she asks, her voice tinged with concern.

Martha nods, "It seems to be a pattern, yes. But you know, each pregnancy is unique, and there's no way to predict exactly how things will go."

Beatrice takes a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She knows Martha is right, but the thought of her babies arriving earlier than expected fills her with anxiety. "I just want them to be healthy and safe," she says softly, her hand instinctively resting on her belly, it was still…looking pregnant, even if they were no longer there.

"They will be, cara mia," Martha reassures her, reaching over to give her niece's hand a reassuring squeeze. "They’ll be fine…you don’t think this is your fault do you?” yes she did, “Oh,tesoro.” her aunt laughs, cupping her face in her hand, “My little cherub, you and your head,hm? When will it stop giving you those thoughts?”

“I-I…I don’t know.”

Martha smiles, kissing her forehead, “You are fine, neither you nor Bradley did anything to make this birth happen sooner. The twins were just eager to be born…may I remind you that you were also a preemie?”

Beatrice blushes slightly, "I know, zia," she says softly, "but it's just... different when it's your own children. I can't help but worry about them."

"I understand, preziosa," Martha says soothingly, her hand gently stroking Beatrice's hair. "It's only natural to worry, especially when it comes to your children. But you and Bradley are doing everything you can to take care of them. They’ll be just fine.”

"I just want them to be okay," she says, her voice filled with emotion.

"And they will be," Martha assures her, her voice firm and confident. "You are a strong, loving mother, and your children are lucky to have you. “ she pauses, holding her index finger and smiling cryptically at Beatrice, “Rooster is on his way.’

“He is? But how–” and as if on cue, there were three knocks at the door. Beatrice and Martha both turn towards it, soon seeing Rooster’s face appear from behind it, body still partially hidden by the door, “Roos!”

“Hi,gorgeous. Hi Martha.”

“Bradley.”

He walks in, Nicole on his arm and the other one was hidden behind his back, “I hope I didn’t interrupt anything.”

Beatrice smiles warmly at Rooster, shaking her head. "No, not at all," she says,”We were just chatting a bit."

“And I was on my way home,just waiting for you.” Martha smiles, kissing Beatrice’s cheek before she could prevent it, then doing the same to Bradley and Nicole, “Au revoir mon amours!” and she blew them a kiss, disappearing from their view immediately.

Both of them blink, “Witch stuff?” he asks.

“Witch stuff,” Bea replies while laughing, “What do you have there?” she asks while tilting her head hoping to sneak a peek from what he was hiding, all the while Nicole happily babbles at her.

"I got something for you," he says, showing the small bouquet to Beatrice - lavender and daisies- and smiling at her, “Felt like giving you some.”

“Oh…Brad.” she smiles, “It’s so pretty.”

“And I know those are your favorites,so…”

“Thank you,” she grins, “Do you mind um,” she pointed to a vase that her aunt had apparently forgotten there. Martha knew too much, “Putting it there?”

Rooster smiles and nods, taking the vase that was conveniently left behind by Martha. He carefully arranges the lavender and daisies into the vase, making sure they look perfect.

"There we go," he says, placing the vase with the bouquet on the bedside table where Beatrice can easily see and smell them. "Now you have a bit of nature's beauty right here."

"It's lovely," she says, reaching out to give his hand a gentle squeeze. "Thank you for brightening up my day."

Rooster leans in and kisses her forehead. "Anything for you," he says, his voice filled with love. "You deserve all the beauty and happiness in the world, especially during this time."

Beatrice blushes, feeling touched by his words “Cheesy. By the way, how was your day with Nicole?" she asks, glancing over at their daughter who is now playing with her toys on the couch, clearly humored by everything around her.

"It was great," Rooster says, his face lighting up. "We had a little adventure at the store, and she was so curious about everything. We almost ended up with a big fighter jet toy, but I managed to convince her that it wasn't the best choice for a baby."

“A fighter jet?”

“Yep.”

Beatrice tries to hold back her smile, “Really?” he hums in agreement, kissing her fingers before holding her hand with both of his, “...and you didn’t get it.”

“No,it’s for 12+, no way I was going to get it for her-” Beatrice gives him a look, then shakes his hand a bit, ‘...maybe when she’s older. Then I’ll give it to her, if she wants. Anyway…how are you? Are you okay?” she gives him a gentle shrug and her smile doesn’t reach her face, “You in any pain?”

Beatrice sighs softly, "I'm okay," she says, giving him a reassuring smile, "just a little tired, that's all."

Rooster frowns slightly, seeing through her attempt to downplay her feelings. He knows her well enough to sense when something is bothering her. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asks gently, "You don't have to pretend with me, you know. I'm here for you."

Beatrice hesitates for a moment, then decides to open up to him. "I guess...I'm just a little anxious about the twins, still" she admits, her voice soft. "I saw them and they look fine but...I wish we could just take them home." and she drops her head on the pillow, “And i was here, thinking about…things and how a lot of the twins in my family are preemies and…I gave myself a headache.”

He hums, kissing her knuckles and giving Nicole a quick look to check on her, “I know,gorgeous…but,it’ll be okay.” he says softly, then looks down at her hand, “We have to be a little patient.”

“Yeah…I guess.” she huffs through her nose, “...anyway, what else did you do today?”

“Oh…well,about that.” he laughs softly, “Um…we might have a new nursery ready by the time you get home.” She blinks at him twice, digesting his words, then widens her eyes before going, “What?”

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader #tgm oc #tgm fic #tgm fanfiction

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ask-elland-n-will · 10 months

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*weaves past the students packing up after Hecat’s class and taps the Hufflepuff on his shoulder*

Elland, right? Will was asking for you when I visited him this morning in the Hospital Wing. I think he’s convinced that the booper will reach him, even in the infirmary.

*a slight hum as I regard the boy* Well done, by the way. You seem rather adept at Defence from how you swept Larson off his feet in the demonstration.

Elland turns to Allegra, surprised at first to have a Slytherin talking to him and a little sad because it wasn't his Slytherin. But he recognizes her instantly from all the times Will has mentioned her, be it the stories from when they were kids or letters they shared when she was in Durmstrang. Elland always felt a little jealous that she has known Will for so much longer than he has, but he knows it was irrational so he pushes that thought away: Will has enough energy to hang out with people 24/7 and Elland has never felt left out.

"Oh? Thank you for letting me know. He is still bothered by that, isn't he?" Elland shakes his head, rubbing his eyes. Another sleepless night. "I'm half tempted to just hold him down and let the booper boop him to show that he'll be just fine," Els thinks some more. "Maybe covering his eyes would help as well? I'll think of something. I can't have him stressing over this like that, it's killing me more than it kills him."

Allegra's next statement catches Elland unprepared. Was it really that impressive? He's done way better out in the field, and Larson really didn't have what it takes: too slow, telegraphing his attacks way too obviously, stance — non-existent, incantations — too mumbly.

"Thank you. You're not so bad yourself. Tell me, what is it that they taught you at Dumstrang that made you such a good duelist? Lily doesn't talk much about your training and I don't like to push her. Seems like it's a touchy topic. Was it really that strict?"

#Elland #Allegra #asks

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callsign-relic · 6 months

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coming off anon 🫡

Idea: where mechs use holoforms to lure humans in,

Using rodimus for example because I’m most familiar with him:)

There he was, perched quietly in the corner, he had been buying drinks and waving excitedly to the people mingling around him and yet he looked out of place, like he was straight out of back to the future.

His eyes caught yours, and you froze even as he jogged excitedly over to you. He waved and made a few gestures as if beckoning you to the dance floor, lazily you followed him,

You don’t remember much of what happened later into the night, all you knew was by the end you were following the strange 80’s man out into the street and towards a sleek red car, you froze, suddenly stunned into reality, you shouldn’t enter the car of a stranger, you shouldn’t have left your group.

Carefully you go to walk away without alerting the man, but as you turn he’s there. Right infront of you, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, worry and a tinge of anger, suddenly you realize how open it is out on the street, it’s just you him and his car.

He’s too close, and he’s reaching out for you, but you shove him, or atleast attempt to, you can see his eyes widen and his mouth open, but your hands pass through his chest just as a serious of beeps and boops erupt from his opened mouth.

You really must’ve had to much to drink is all you can think as he vanishes before you eyes, you can feel air shift behind you but don’t turn back, too terrified of what you’ll see. But you don’t have to, whatever it was scoops you up, turning you to face him, to face your consequence, your snarer,

Inspired by this quote from the phantom of the opera by Gaston Leroux

especially with reader accidentally exposing rodimus and figuring out his secret.

“Know that it is a corpse who loves you and adores you and will never, never leave you!...Look, I am not laughing now, crying, crying for you, Christine, who have torn off my mask and who therefore can never leave me again!...Oh, mad Christine, who wanted to see me!”

Also this one was fitting

“You are crying! You are afraid of me! And yet I am not really wicked. Love me and you shall see! All I wanted was to be loved for myself.”

-🪦.

OH MY GOD????? THE PERSON WHO SUBMITTED THAT ONE KNOCKOUT REQUEST A LONG TIME AGO??? OMG YOU’VE BEEN FOLLOWING ME FOR FOREVER I’M SO HONORED 😭😭😭

And second of all THIS WAS AMAZING!!!!! God the plot twists were so good. I’m so tempted to write something with this but I would love to see what you do with it too if you wanted to.

AHHHH It’s so nice to properly meet you!!!!!!

#relic answers #tasty au #fave

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litgwritersroom · 2 years

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I really want a fluffy sweet in-villa fic with Alfie - first date, first time sharing a bed, whatever you want. I just want to read an Alfie fic.

five minutes

Season 5 | Alfie/MC | 3000+ words | @i-boop-you

Bree was fed up with her ex before the Villa, all she wants is someone new, someone to make her laugh and make her feel safe. Is that so much to ask?

Note: this was written through mid-to-late August, so some things that might later be canon are left open here.

🎵 Time, mystical time, cutting me open, then healing me fine / Were there clues I didn't see? And isn't it just so pretty to think, all along there was some invisible string, tying you to me? 🎵

Bree was on the roof terrace. Perched above the others, overlooking the whole garden as her thoughts wandered over everything that had gone on in the Villa so far.

She breathed in the evening air, letting the smell of the blossoms sink into her lungs. It gave her life as much as the sun itself.

There was some commotion on the ground. That’s why Bree had left, seeking solace away from the others, where she could pretend they couldn’t find her. The one person she wanted to hide from most of all being Suresh…

She had seen him disappearing inside a couple of minutes ago, but so far, he hadn’t made an appearance. She couldn’t blame him for wanting to retreat from the arguing, but then Suresh wasn’t one to walk away from a confrontation. He loved a fight, loved an argument, loved anything he could get his hands on to try and solve. More often than not, if there was nothing like that on hand, he’d find a way to make it so…

Even before the cheating, that was something she hadn’t liked about him. Not that it mattered anymore. She didn’t have to care about anything Suresh did. She didn’t have to worry about him. She’d left him far behind.

Or so she’d tried.

Disgust, anger, shock. She’d felt a million different things when she first laid eyes on his stupid face again coming into the Villa. Bree couldn’t wrap her head around it even now. As far as bold proclamations went, this had to take the cake.

It had been sorely tempting to quit the show just to watch and see if he would walk, too. She didn’t dare, though. She didn’t want to lose this opportunity to move on, and even if she couldn’t find a single soul to move on with, she’d get a free tan while she tended to her broken heart.

Alfie and Kat were arguing again, with Finn sticking in. Though, maybe it wasn’t right to say arguing - Kat was trying to argue, trying to rile Alfie up. Bree had seen the signs so many times with Suresh, she was certain of it. To his utter credit, Alfie wasn’t having any of it.

Bree had seen it coming, and she thought Alfie must have, too. The cause of all the arguing tonight had been Finn’s decision to couple up with Kat. Though Finn had done his best to rile up Suresh, to keep winding him up by insinuating he was going to pick Bree, it was all just a game. Finn had been faking Suresh out just to watch him squirm.

Bree could appreciate the joke.

But she knew the score beforehand. The dates had enlightened her well enough. Finn had tried hard to graft - so hard - but Bree didn’t trust him. She didn’t bite. The only reason Finn had to pick her would be to see Suresh’s face.

He must have decided that it wasn’t worth it over the chance to actually score. Bree was secretly thankful, even if she did wish to see Suresh kick off properly.

“God, I’m so glad that it’s not you and me bickering down there.”

Bree slowly turned, sitting properly along the bench. Suresh was in the doorway to the dressing room.

“Close call, I reckon,” she replied.

He came over, placing himself beside her. “Too close.” He reached out to take her hand, but Bree flinched away the moment she spotted him coming. “I can’t even touch you now?”

“No,” she told him briskly, letting one of the few moments of true cold venom leech into her voice. “You gave that up when you let your dick touch another woman.”

He sank back into the seat. “Deserved.”

Bree sighed. She wanted to just walk off, but there was so much history, and while he was still present in the Villa, there was going to be a whole lot of future to contend with, too.

“So, about tonight,” she began. “Are you planning on sleeping on the daybeds again?”

His eyes softened on her. Not the fake, trying-too-hard look he was usually giving her, but to something genuine. “I was hoping you’d let me come to bed.”

“You think one night of lumping it outside is enough?”

He shrugged. “Nothing is ever going to be enough, but I’ll take any moment with you that I can. Each as undeserving as the last.”

With a hearty sigh, Bree let herself fall against the cushioned back of the bench, too. Looking up at the night sky, the stars clouded by the bright lights of the Villa, Bree made a decision.

“You can sleep in the bed tonight.”

His eyes lit up, brows shooting up his forehead. “Really? You don’t mind.”

“You go ahead.”

She could hear the lightness in his voice, knew it would be melting down to his heart, making him feel like he was walking in the clouds. What he didn’t know, hadn’t cottoned onto, was that she would not be sleeping in the bed next to him…

“That’s great, Bree,” he said, sitting up and leaning forwards into her, just enough to keep out of her personal space. “I promise I won’t try anything tonight. You can have your side of the bed and I’ll have mine.” He paused, a smirk widening onto his face. “For now, at least.”

God, she couldn’t wait to see his face when he realised.

Bree didn’t bother going back outside. She lingered long enough in the dressing room that the other’s eventually came up to join her in changing.

“So, you’re sleeping with Suresh tonight?” Dana asked, furrowed brows disappearing into her cloud of sunny hair.

“I said he didn’t have to sleep outside,” Bree mused.

“Hmm,” Kat said, pursing her lips. She wasn’t even looking over, keeping herself partly separated from the conversation. “Don’t even think about getting up to anything funny. I want to get a good sleep tonight.”

Dana scoffed. “That’s rich, considering what you got up to with Alfie last night.”

Kat stuck out her tongue at them. “Well, I won’t be getting up to anything with him tonight. He won’t be getting up to anything with anyone for a while at least.” She finished off with a self satisfied smirk.

“Are you planning on getting up to anything with Finn?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Yes … yes, I would. That’s why I asked.”

Bree left them to it, not interested in the slightest in sorting out other people’s arguments.

All four lads were in the bedroom already, spread across two different beds, hunched down close to embark on some dishy gossiping. When Suresh spotted her, he jumped up straight away.

“Hey, Bea, the bed’s all ready,” he said, pushing Eddie off the sheets of her bed and onto the floor.

Bree briefly watched Eddie right himself, grumpily joining the other two boys on Alfie’s old bed. “I’m sleeping outside,” she said, making sure she was looking Suresh right in the eyes as she said it.

It was all worth it to see his face drop.

“Goodnight, Suresh,” she added, getting in there before he had a chance to recover. “Tonight should be easier than your last.”

With that, she strutted from the bedroom, swinging her hair behind her. Oh, what glory the little victories carried.

To Bree’s surprise, she was not alone for too long. But it was not Suresh, running out into the night, trying to plead his case, to demand she come to bed, to offer himself up for another night out in the wild. It was Alfie.

He smiled when she looked over, raising his hand in a half wave.

“All right, neighbour?” He said, before bouncing onto the other daybed.

“Oooh, are you sleeping out here, too?” She asked.

He nodded. “Yeah. I don’t really like the idea of listening to Finn and Kat getting up to whatever it is they’re going to be getting up to. Not that I’m bothered.”

Alfie added the last very oh-so-quickly. Like he was worried she would get the wrong idea.

“Sure, ‘cause why would you be?” She replied, coming to sit on the bed. She sat facing his, legs folded, her feet tucked in. He was directly opposite her, looking more at ease than she had seen him all night.

“Nah, I could use a night out under the…” He looked up. Bree saw the twinkling of the dozens of fairy lights sparkling in his eyes. “Well. Not stars, anyway. But out here, I’ve got something just as good as some stars that the bedroom doesn’t have.”

His twinkling eyes fell to her.

“You’ve also got some cheek, Alfie,” she said, but couldn’t keep the smile from spreading over her face, couldn’t help the laughter tinkling in her tone, too.

He smiled back. “Hey, it’s easy enough to be swept up in a moment.”

“Don’t I know it. So, go on, it’s just us now … spill: how do you really feel about Kat cracking on with Finn now?”

He let out a deep breath. “I mean … to be honest, I’ve never really given Kat my full attention. I can’t blame her for fancying Finn - besides him being gorgeous, and funny, and all the rest -” They paused to share a long look, both of them nearly creasing up. “But yeah, I can’t say I was giving Kat my all. And it wasn’t even just the usual first-week, we’re-just-getting-to-know-each-other stuff either.”

“Are you … just not interested?”

It wasn’t a pleasant thought. It would have been fine if not for the fact that it was barely twenty-four hours ago that he was knuckle deep inside of someone he was now dismissing. It’s the type of playboy vibes Bree had gotten from Finn. She hadn’t expected it from the loveable goofball Alfie.

“I was interested,” he nodded. “I was. I thought it only fair to give it a chance … but the longer we’re here, the more I’m realising I think I got it right the first time. When it was you and me. It might have only been five minutes, but it’s one of the better five minutes I’ve spent in the Villa so far, Bree.”

With a smile, Bree replied. “I thought it was all right.”

They both laughed, Alfie knocking his head back. “All right, your turn, Miss Main Character -”

“Huh?”

“You. Miss Main Character,” he said, looking at her like he wouldn’t budge from this point. “You’ve got the biggest Main Character energy of any of us. I mean, your ex is here and he’s vouched he’s not going to give up on chasing you. If this story is about anyone, it’s about Bree.”

Bree laughed, but he didn’t join in this time. “You’re funny.”

“It’s okay, I’m the Lovable Goofy Side Character, Bree.”

She only laughed harder. “All right, give me some spoilers, but who does the Main Character get with in the end?”

The grin grew slowly on his face. “I’ve always liked the romances that started as friendships. It’s sweet, nothing bitter. Just what I like.”

“You know, that doesn’t sound too bad to me either.”

They kept chatting, the conversation flowing with no lulls or interruptions. Bree couldn’t even be sure that she and Suresh ever had this good of a flow; she felt like she was really clicking with Alfie, in a way she hadn’t with any of the other Islander’s so far.

It didn’t take long for her to join him on his daybed. Not for anything romantic, but because it was easier. Neither of them wanted to stop chatting, neither was tired enough. But it was getting cold under the moon. They had to tuck up under the duvet soon enough. And it was still so cold out there under the stars, so it only made sense to shuffle up close to one another.

Then it was morning before they knew it. Bree was resting her head on his arm, her back to his chest, as he slept on, contently spooning her.

She blinked herself awake, sitting up in time to see Suresh in the kitchen already. He was staring over with a stinker of a look on his face; he’d laid out two mugs, but there was only one with swirls of steam coiling out of it.

He picked it up and headed back inside the Villa. Bree did not mind one tiny bit.

She settled back into bed, happily letting herself into the warmth Alfie was providing.

Alfie was the single Islander, but not for long.

Two more girls entered the Villa in the coming days. It would now be up to the girls to get their graft on to secure themselves some longevity in the Villa.

“You don’t seem bothered about that,” Alfie said, coming up to sit next to her on the beanbags. He nodded across the garden to Suresh with the new girls, the pair of them hanging off of every word he said.

“Why should I be?” She said. “If I get sent home because no one picks me, then I’ll at least not have to be around him anymore.”

“Ack, you’re not going home, Main Character,” he said, with a wink.

She rolled her eyes. “Prove it.”

He smiled. “If you want…”

Bree found herself giggling; it bounced through her body, making her feel like she was as light as a summer’s breeze. “I only believe promises I can make on my pinkies.”

He held out his pinkie. “It’s a promise.”

She intertwined hers around his and they locked in.

“You’re safe with me,” he added.

The recoupling came just that night. Bree had known it was approaching, but this suddenness felt all too soon. She’d barely got the chance to speak to Alfie since that promise was made.

Still, she knew he wouldn’t break it. She felt more confident about herself than she did about any of the other girl’s positions.

Despite not chatting with him more, she had certainly noticed him plenty. He’d been working out at the gym with Finn, and when he spotted her watching, he suddenly started shouting out how many squats he’d done, sprouting out the most ridiculous numbers, just to make her laugh.

When she’d gone to make a snack with Dana and Eddie, Alfie was in the pool. He tried to shuffle the new girls into the pool to do a synchronised swimming routine, but they weren’t having it, so he shook his head and mouthed over to her, “Not Main Character Energy.”

It made her giggle again. He was always there, even if he wasn’t by her side; always finding ways to make her laugh, even from all the way across the garden. He had a gift for cheering her up in a way no one else had ever had.

That night, at the recoupling, she stood between Dana and Kat as the four guys sat spread across the bench at the fire pit. Hands joined with the other girls, her eyes fell over each of the lads in turn, but when it came to Alfie, one look of that smile of his and she was hooked. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him. He dazzled brighter than the roaring fire, making her heart leap.

Five girls stood before four boys, and Bree had nothing but certainty when she looked at Alfie that she was safe.

It enveloped her, meaning more than just now, than just for the recoupling; Alfie was good and honest, the antithesis of the usual guy she ended up with. There was something about him that she knew she could trust wholeheartedly.

He didn’t just make her feel safe, but he was safe.

Bree had heard for most of her life that the safe option was ‘boring’, that she should be seeking something more fun and free, but that felt like Alfie. His stability was offering her all the laughs in the world, a freedom from a cloudy grey sky that was unsure of itself if it was going to rain or not. Safe was the least boring thing in the world right now. To feel safe in someone else’s embrace was all needed, and to feel safe with Alfie was what she wanted.

The coupling ceremony went as she expected it, with Finn and Eddie both going first and picking exactly who Bree thought they would. Whittled down to three girls, Bree held their hands closer as they waited for the announcement of which boy would go next.

This felt unsafe; with Suresh still to pick, the possibility that he could sweep her up again, no choice in the matter for her. This was the thing she did not need.

A text chimed. Eyes roamed around for the source. Bree’s heart kicked into gear with a sudden flush of nerves. Alfie had his phone in his hands. He got the text.

He looked up at Bree in an instance, like he had eyes for no one else.

“All right then,” he said, unable to wipe the grin from his face as he put his phone away again. “Looks like it’s me.”

Looking only at Bree, smiling so surely, Alfie let out a deep breath.

“Right. This is probably the easiest decision I’m going to make here,” he said. “This girl is flawless, the moment she stepped foot in here I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She was just flames. Since then, I have managed to put my tongue back in my mouth to learn what a sweet and smart person she is. The Villa wouldn’t be the same without her, and I know I wouldn’t have nearly as many reasons to smile as I do when she’s around.”

The sort of happiness Bree felt right then was a pure delight. Like a drop of sunlight, or the bright light of a single yellow bulb in the dark. It was growing, taking in the dark that surrounded it, making everything else burn brighter.

“I told her that when we were coupled up, even if it was just for five minutes, it was some of the best I’ve had in here. So, if that’s how happy she can make this geezer feel in that short amount of time, I’m optimistic about how she’s gonna have me feeling all summer long. Not only that, but I have the world’s most important pinkie promise to keep. So, with all that in mind, the girl that I want to couple up with … is Bree.”

The world flushed with the sound of clapping, but all Bree knew was Alfie. She swept herself up in a hug from him, feeling like this … this could be it.

#litg #litg writers room #writers room #litg alfie #litg season 5 #litg ex in the villa #litg ex #litg eitv #prompts #asks #litg fanfic #i-boop-you

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