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every paramore & pierce the veil song were made for tokyo revengers what do you mean………..
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LITTLE BY LITTLE — GOJO SATORU.
「 SYNOPSIS 」 ⋮ gojo + size kink - satoru has always been rather big with his presence—in more ways than one
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♱ length ⋮ 1.1k words
♱ contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, gojo is described as bigger + taller than reader, size kink, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, creampie, overstimulation, pet names (sweetheart + baby)
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“t-toru, wait—”
“aw c’mon, you can take it, sweetheart,” gojo shushes you, lips curling into a knowing smile as you sniffle through a choked whimper. he stares down at his throbbing length—the one that’s barely halfway sheathed into your dripping cunt, and he chuckles at the way you gasp as he pushes in just a bit more.
you’re sensitive—cumming twice on his tongue already, and yet the burning stretch of his thick girth makes your eyes sting with tears as you stare up at him with quivering lips. he’s just so big, so thick and long and too much to take at once.
but he kisses away your tears, rubbing his thumb gently over your cheek as he smears the wetness across your skin.
“‘s so big, toru—too big,” you whine, “‘s not gonna fit.”
you do this every time, he almost sighs—crocodile tears and soft pouts, and yet every time, you end up drunk on the drag of his cock, legs wrapping around his waist and tugging him closer as you beg for more. he thinks by now, there’d be no dramatics, but you never can seem to help the sweet sniffles as he splits you open—and he never can seem to get enough of the pretty sight.
gojo has always been big—his presence is larger than life and his name is widespread, but he towers over you with long legs and his hands swallow yours in their grasp. he cradles you against his broad chest like you’re a jewel embellished on his crown—far tinier than he is, but invaluable in his hold. he stares down at you, equal parts in awe and equal parts amused.
“‘m big huh?” he laughs quietly, “you sure sweetheart? think i know this pussy better than you. know it well enough to know i fit right in,” he leans down and presses scattered kisses across your jaw, hovering over your lips and teasingly pulling away when you tilt your face up to close the gap.
and he’s mean, so he laughs once more when you whine at the distance he puts between you.
“c-can’t toru, jus’ can’t—”
“yeah you can, baby,” he hums, “fits every time, doesn’t it? ‘s my pussy—made just for me. always take me so well,” he soothes, and then, with a slow thrust of his hip, he inches into you, little by little pushing past your glistening folds until the blunt head of his cock nudges against the sensitive spot deep in your walls.
you mewl, arms wrapped right around his neck as your back arches, tits pressed against his chest and nipples grazing his own.
“f-fuck—so big, so full, toru,” you gasp, feeling him groan against your neck as you clench down on him while he waits for you to adjust. his teeth are grit, jaw clenched as he tries to fight the carnal urge to slam his hips into you, fighting every bone in his body from drilling his aching cock into the wet heat of your slick pussy. but you’re good—always are for him, so you cant your hips up, whimpering as the fat tip of his cock sinks in deeper against your spot, your clit bumping along his navel.
“so tight baby—f-fuck, i can barely move,” he rasps, “quit squeezin’,” he growls. how can he last with the way your walls hug around his length? it lights up every nerve of his body as he feels the heated friction of his veins dragging along your cunt. and then he stares down at you, at the way your legs hook around his waist, trying desperately to latch onto his large frame. you’re so fragile—so easy to break in the palm of his hands, it makes him cup the back of your head and bring you to bury your face into the crook of his neck. “feel that?” he pants, “feel that sweetheart? ‘s like you were made for me huh? gonna mold this pussy so only i fit,” he groans.
“fuck, toru—feels so good,” you sob, nails clawing at his shoulders, digging into his skin. the pain mixes with pleasure, making him choke on a soft whine as his head falls to your own neck, hips sloppily rutting into yours as he bullies his cock into your abused cunt. you’re writhing from overstimulation, thighs shaking and tears slipping from the corner of your eyes, but then his thumb latches onto your sensitive clit, rubbing harsh circles that make it hard to fight the orgasm threatening to wash over you.
gojo satoru is big—his cock is big as it nudges past your folds, his hands are big as they find purchase of your hips, and his ego is even bigger as he watches you fall apart all because of him. but something about you, just a small part woven into the universe of his grand schemes, makes him feel more human than he ever has. so he laces his long fingers with yours, the rough skin of his cracked palms soothing over your skin as he squeezes your hand.
“c-cum,” he stutters, “‘m so close—gonna make me cum, sweetheart. cum with me, yeah? wanna feel you.” his thumb strokes over your clit once, then twice, and then you shriek his name like it’s the only thing you know how to say.
“t-toru, toru—oh,” you’re repeating it over and over like a prayer you beg to grace with blessings upon you.
you cum hard, spasming your walls around his length, making his hips slam into you desperately as he chases his own high. the clench of your pussy sends him hurdling to his own high, filling you up with every twitch of his cock and painting your walls white with his release. thick, hot ropes of cum drip down the sides of your thighs as he fucks his load into you, groaning your name through a strained, cracked voice as the force of his orgasm makes even the likes of gojo satoru, the strongest, shake in your arms as you pull him close.
“fuck, baby,” he whines, “feels so good—always so good.”
his weight slumps over you, heavy and large over your body, but it’s a comforting weight all the same. it blankets you from the world, shielding you from the cruelties he endures so you don’t have to. because you’re fragile and small in his palms—and he’s gentle and soft with you under the ruse of his ego.
“i love you,” he says quietly, voice lilted with a delicateness meant only for you to hear, human and raw in its tone.
“i love you too, toru,” you whisper back, carrying his weight so he doesn’t have to be alone.
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her little devil - lady lesso x reader
happy halloween yall idk wym im totally not 20 minutes late posting this shush
warnings - smut, orgasm denial, eating out, light fingering, vibrator, possessive lesso, halloween party
posted on ao3 also <3
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You picked at your chosen costume, suddenly doubting if it was the right one. The red latex clung to you in ways you were unused to and growing insecure of, neckline dipping far lower than you would usually wear and skirt stopping mid thigh. More than a little alcohol had gone into this decision. Well, too late to change now. Grabbing the headband with horns attached, you slammed out of your room before you lost your nerve, smoothing your hair around the cheap plastic as you walked down to the party. Clarissa and her damn parties, ever since the schools had merged it seemed like there was one every other week. And she just had to have the wonderful idea for a costume party, as though you didn’t have enough on your plate with classes and grading and her.
You banished those thoughts to the back of your mind, you had a party to attend after all. Of course whether or not you wanted to was a different matter, you would much rather spend tonight hiding away with a bottle and a vibrator. If you could escape early that could still work, it all depended on how fast Clarissa could corner you into taking drink after drink. For all she preached about good deeds that woman could coerce anyone into doing damn near anything with minimal effort.
Swinging the door open, you spotted her immediately. She was facing you, gesturing for you to join her and whoever it was she was talking to the second you were visible. The mystery woman turned around and your mouth fell open in shock. Lady. Fucking. Lesso. Her hair was straightened and dyed black for the night and there was a drip of blood decorating either corner of her mouth. She smirked at your reaction to her outfit and fangs became visible, successfully creating a fiery heat between your thighs. It only became worse as your eyes slid downwards to the generous amount of skin on show, matching your own outfit in everything but length. Where your dress was short and flared hers was long and fitted, flowing down and accentuating her every curve before pooling on the ground. Breaking yourself out of the haze, you made your way over to the two of them, first smiling at Clarissa before turning your attention to your boss.
“A vampire? Very appropriate Red, if I can even say that with you looking like this.”
“Seems like I should call you that tonight. Even I didn’t think to be quite so on the nose with my costume. The Evil history teacher, dressed as the devil? Somewhat obvious, don’t you think Clarissa?”
The blonde could only stare at the two of you and giggle, already too tipsy to care about pretending she couldn’t sense the tension between you and her fellow dean.
Rolling your eyes at the state of her, you turned back to Lesso to keep the conversation going, “So, what gives with you putting in effort tonight? Call me crazy but you don’t exactly strike me as the type to go all out for a work party.”
“Maybe I just felt like dressing up,” she spun where she stood, giving you a glimpse of the low back of her dress and sending a wave of arousal crashing through you, “My reasons are none of your business, though you seem to be enjoying it just the same.” A wicked grin graced her features, red lips quirking upwards as her eyes flitted across your body. “I must admit, you don’t look half bad yourself.”
“Oh? Careful Lesso, that almost sounded like a compliment. Wouldn’t want the ice queen to show emotion now would we.”
She laughed at you, low and slow and right in your ear. Right when you didn’t think it was possible to be any more turned on by this woman and she goes and does it.
“Ice queen… now that would’ve been a good costume idea.”
“Ah ah, what happened to not wanting to be too on the nose.” It was your turn to smirk as she registered what you just said, eyes darkening with what you would swear was lust if you didn’t know who you were talking to. All of a sudden you felt a tear on your costume and she was forcing you out of the room before you even knew what was happening, one hand firmly on your hip and the other on your shoulder. Everything was a blur as she guided you all the way back to your room, flashing her finger at the door to open it before you collided with the ageing wood. It was only to fling you down on the bed that she finally let go, pacing the empty space on your floor and offering no explanation for what she had just done.
“Care to tell me what that was all about?”
Rather than answering, she just stopped her pacing and crashed her bloodstained lips to yours, kissing you with a desperation you didn’t think her capable of. Just as quickly as she had started it, she pulled away, both hands buried in her hair as she resumed her pacing.
“Do you even know what you do to me.” Her voice came out low and gravelly, sending another spike to your core at both the tone and her words. “Always prancing around the school in those little outfits, it was driving me insane knowing I couldn’t just tear them off and have my way with you. And then tonight, oh tonight,” You stood, drawing closer to her as she kept ranting, too caught up in what she was saying to pay you much attention. “You thought you could just waltz into that party with that much skin on show with no consequences?” She grabbed your wrists and slammed them against the wall above your head before tracing a hand down your torso. “That teeny tiny costume, oh so low cut with a skirt that barely covers your ass. Latex? Not your best idea, my little devil.” Keeping her hold on your hands, she slid a nail down the ripped neckline of your outfit, successfully exposing your breasts to her. “It all would’ve been fine, had it not been for your wardrobe malfunction. Only I get to see that much of you, are we clear?”
All you could do was moan in response as she lavished attention on your chest, drinking in the sight of you half bare and entirely at her mercy.
“I said, are we clear.”
“Mmm, we’re clear, we're clear.”
“We’re clear mommy.”
“Yes mommy, you’re the only one allowed to see me like this.”
“Good, now help me take the rest of this off. Latex is a bitch to sweat in, and I'm guessing someone’s more than a little bit worked up right about now.”
She released her hold on your wrists and you dropped your arms, allowing her to peel the dress off of you and discard it on the floor, leaving you in nothing but your black underwear and horned headband.
“I want to see you, please?”
“Of course, go lay down for me and I’ll be right there.”
Rushing back over to the bed, you lay on your back and craned your neck to get the best possible view as she dropped her dress to the ground and walked over with a sway of her hips that only darkened the visible mark on your panties. She wasted no time in straddling you and pulling you into another bruising kiss, swiping her tongue along the seam of your lips and gaining the access she wanted right away. It was everything you expected of her, rough and selfish while still showing enough care to keep you enthralled as her tongue swept through your mouth, swallowing each others moans as she rolled her hips across your stomach, leaving a trail of arousal in her wake. The pressure of her on top of you was almost too much as she maintained both the force of the kiss and the motion of her hips, groaning whenever her clit hit your skin. Your hands were buried in her hair, ruining the sleekness she had worked so hard for earlier that evening but now couldn’t care less about, not when the thing she had craved for so long was finally happening. She pulled away and you whined and attempted to pull her back in, earning a glare from the older woman as she slipped down the bed until her head was between your thighs. Lighting her finger once more to vanish your underwear, she began kissing down your thighs, slowly drawing closer to where you wanted her the most.
“Please…” you let out.
“Please what?”
Please eat me out, please mommy.”
“Anything baby.”
Her tongue ran across your entrance and you gasped at the sensation, eyes falling closed and the sound morphing into a groan as she reached your clit. She nipped at the sensitive spot and you saw stars for a moment, the sinful moans leaving your lips only spurring her on. Focusing on your entrance, she kissed and teased at the flesh, dragging sounds you had never heard yourself make before from the base of your throat. Dipping her tongue into you, your back arched off the bed as she picked up the pace, plunging it in and out as your breath came in short puffs of air, most of which were immediately used up on the truly barbaric sounds you were making now. Your walls clenched around her as you reached the edge, spouting gibberish in an attempt to convey how close you were, only for her to retract her tongue and go back to marking your inner thighs. Whimpering in confusion, you opened your eyes to find her staring at you, lips still moving slowly against your skin. Pulling away, she licked the taste of you from her mouth before speaking.
“You really thought it’d be that easy? That you could wear that little outfit, tease me like that, and still get to cum?” The look in her eyes was dangerous, almost predatory.
You looked away, not trusting yourself to speak.
“Look at me,” she grabbed your chin, balancing herself by planting her other hand on your thigh. “If you can’t take it, don’t act like such a brat.” Leaning back onto her heels, she pulled you up with her, forcing you against the headboard when you were upright, mirroring her position and sitting on your own heels.
“Hands on the bed.”
The same glow that usually emanated from her finger this time came from her eyes, conjuring thick swathes of silk and binding your hands to the bed. Scanning the room for a moment, her eyes settled on something on your nightstand and she smiled, leaning over you painfully slowly to grab it. Hand wrapped around her prize, she went back to sitting opposite you, close but not quite touching.
“Now, just what do we have here?” Her hand unclenched to reveal your vibrator, the original plan for tonight before everything went sideways. “Is this what you were planning on doing after the party? Putting in an appearance and then sneaking off to touch yourself? And here I thought you were better than that.” She poised the toy over her entrance, fingers hovering over the settings. “Eyes on me love.”
Pushing it in with a groan, she started it on a lower setting and let her hands roam her upper body, stopping at her chest to tease her nipples, plucking at the bars going through them and successfully causing you to drip onto the sheets. One hand dropped down to turn up the intensity before immediately resuming rolling her piercings between her fingertips, letting every little sound fall from her open mouth, the blood long since smeared across your face and legs. Violet eyes bored into yours during her entire display, the colour barely visible around her blown pupils. The bed shook as she turned it up one final time, rocking her hips for more friction as she reached her peak, eye contact finally breaking as her head fell back and she released a wicked moan that had you writhing against the bonds, aching to feel something, anything other than the soft fabric of the bedsheets. She tipped her head back down, eying you hungrily.
Voice lower than usual she said, “Go on, say whatever it is you’re thinking.”
The sight of her using your vibrator, the thing that had been inside you oh so many times now inside of her, had triggered some need inside of you that you didn’t know you had. Everything about what she had just done was driving you wild with need, as she could so plainly see by the wet patch on the bed beneath you.
“Please mommy, please touch me I need you gods just please.” Your voice came out far higher than you were expecting it to, barely less than a whine. “I won’t do it again, you’ll be the only one allowed to see that much of me.”
“Damn right.”
She advanced, two fingers easily slipping into your dripping cunt and lips muffling your gasp. The binds stayed around your wrists, rendering you putty in her grasp.
#lady lesso#leonora lesso#the school for good and evil#sge#clarissa dovey#lady lesso x reader#halloween#halloween party#halloween smut#god tags r hard#losing my mind go read kaz's fic its such a serve#woo spooky season
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Kirishima Comes Home To Reader Drunk Off His Ass
Kirishima Eijirou x GN Reader
Tags: Established relationships, alcohol consumption, pet names (Reader calls Kiri ‘honey’, Kiri calls Reader ‘babe’), fluff, spice 🌿 832 words
A/N: This drabble actually belongs to a Kiri x OC fic I’m working on. Not sure if I’ll ever manage to finish it enough to even post the first chapter so I rewrote this part to fit a GN Reader. If I left in any fem pronouns please let me know!
You were jerked out of your sleep when the front door slammed, then someone shushed it loudly.
Groaning at the rude awakening, you rolled over to check the time. Eijirou was finally home from his agency’s New Year’s celebration, and it sounded like he was drunk off his ass. Turning on the bedside lamp, you got up with a heavy sigh; when he got this drunk he usually needed help getting into bed. Thankfully you only had to deal with his drunk, stubborn ass once or twice a year.
You found him sitting on the floor by the entryway, trying - and failing - at pulling his shoes off.
“Hey,” you mumbled, rubbing your face.
Eijirou looked up at you with a bright, toothy smile. “Hiya!”
Crouching next to him, you pointed at his shoes. “Y’know it might work better if you untied them first.”
“Oh.”
“Do you need help?”
“Naw, I got this!”
He finally managed to get his shoes off and got to his feet, swaying. You eyed him suspiciously. “How much did you drink?”
“Jus’ a lil’ bit. About… thiiiis much!” he giggled, holding his thumb and index finger up about two millimeters apart.
You sighed again, looping an arm around his back. “You’re such a pain when you’re drunk.”
“Am not! At least I don’t get angerey, like Ba-*hic*-hakugou.”
“Mhm. Let’s get you to bed, honey.”
He shushed you. “We gotta be quiet, my partner’s prob’ly asleep.”
You couldn’t help but smile. This was the first time he had been drunk enough to not recognize you. “Is that so?”
“Yeah! They need their sleep, they work wa-hay too hard.” He let out another giggle. “They’re super-super-duper cute when they sleep. Have you ever met them?”
“No, I haven’t.”
“Well, you should!”
When the two of you made it to the bedroom, Eijirou flopped down on the bed, then pointed at the oversized Red Riot shirt you were wearing. “Hey, that’s me!! I didn’t realize you were a fan!”
You had trouble hiding your smirk. “One might even say I’m your biggest fan.”
“Oh, cool! It’s nice to meet ya.”
“Yeah, likewise.” You reached for his belt buckle but he pushed your hands away.
“Whoa, what are you doing?!”
“C’mon, Ei, I wanna go back to sleep. You’re gonna get too warm if you keep your jeans on.”
You reached out again, but this time he grabbed onto your wrists, keeping them away from him. “I don’t want--”
“Ei, stop. That’s not what I’m trying to--”
“No! I’m sure you’re a very, v-very nice person, but I really love my partner!”
“Ei, I AM your partner.”
He blinked up at you for a moment, then his face split into a brilliant grin. “Oh hey, babe! When did you get here?”
You had to fight not to laugh at his change of mood. If you did, he’d never agree to go to sleep.
“I’ve been here all night,” you said.
“Really? D’you know who runs this place? ‘Cos the service here is terrible. One of the staaffff won’t stop hitting on me even though I keep saying no.”
You pulled your hands out of his grip and reached for his belt again. “How awful. Let’s get you to bed.”
“I’d love to, babe, but I think I’m a teensy bit too drunk for that.”
You finally managed to pull his pants off. Straddling him, you set to work on the buttons of his dress shirt. He sat up and kissed you sloppily, one hand at the back of your head, the other kneading your behind. The rank taste of old alcohol filled your mouth.
“I thought you were too drunk for that,” you coughed when he finally let you breathe.
“Well… I can give it a try since you keep in-- insssh-- inshisishting.”
You pushed the dress shirt over his shoulders, leaving him in a white t-shirt. “I’d rather not. Just go to sleep already.”
“Only if you join me!” Wrapping strong arms around you, he let himself fall backwards with yet another giggle. He started pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses against your neck then abruptly stopped.
“Ei?”
You were met with a soft snore. Sighing once more, you shuffled around in his tight grip to turn off the lights and pull the covers over the two of you. He really was the worst, most endearing drunk.
When you got up the next morning, Eijirou was still fast asleep. As soon as you left the bed, he reached out for you. When he couldn’t find you, he instead grabbed your pillow, burrowing his face into it. You heard him mumbling something about a teapot battle.
Checking up on him an hour later, a bottle of water and painkillers in hand, you found him with your pillow thrown over his face. He shifted the pillow a smidge, glancing up at you with blurry, red-rimmed eyes.
“Could you tell the sun to shut up?” he wheezed, voice gravelly. “‘S too loud for me.”
Thank you so much for reading! Likes, comments, and reblogs are always greatly appreciated! If you like, you can check out my other works here. Love, Birin 💖
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Imagine they are at a friends Halloween party and as the party starts dying down and rest of the guests leave only Harry, Y/n, the friend, their partner, Niall and some other close friends are left, they decide to play truth and dare, Harry is really not into late night party stuff anymore so he asks her to leave with him but she begs him to stay because she is actually having a lot of fun and he gives in because he loves seeing her happy and then one of Harry's friend gets the dare of giving the person sitting on their right a hickey, Harry realises that it's y/n...
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fhsds i love how you weasel niall in everytime ahahaha love that truly lmao HOWEVER for the sake of not overcomplicating things (and you’ll eventually see why) i’ll exclude him from this lil get together this once 👀
Daddy issues- Masterlist, Author’s Note & Warnings
extra / alternatively, read on wattpad
It's us (word count: 5k)
*this was originally slightly different, i switched up a few things so that it could fit in the narrative after they get back together!
*timeline: somewhere after the main story
Harry was tired. It'd been a long week. He'd finished a project that had been a major pain in his ass and he was more than glad to be finally done with it, and all he wanted was to stay in with his lovie and watch some true crime docuseries splayed on his couch, his head in her lap while she carded her fingers through his curls and scratched at his scalp- it put him right to sleep. See, he wasn't a fan of watching eerie stuff before bed but Y/N was and he was humouring her watching these shows with her, but if he could fall asleep before he saw something that would make him double-check the locks, he was glad for it.
Unfortunately, Y/N had some other plans in store for them that weekend. Well, in actuality, it just so happened that it was Halloween that Friday and when he saw her dressed up as a sexy kitten he felt conflicted. First of all, she wasn't really wearing a costume- so the "sexy" bit was his personal interpretation of it cause he found her sexy anyway. She'd just put on a headband that made two kitten ears point out of her luscious head of hair, she did a dramatic winged eyeliner and drew on whiskers on her cheeks complete with coloring the tip of her nose a cute pink.
It was... doing things to him. He wanted nothing more but to keep her inside and make her... purr.
But when she insisted they went out to their friends' that had invited them over for the occasion, he felt inadequate. "I don't have a costume!"
"I don't either! This isn't exactly a costume!" She pointed at her kitten ears she'd gotten from the Chinese discount shop.
"Yeah but it's something. I'll probably be the only one not wearing anything..."
Y/N pouted. "You can just be the hot DILF. C'mon baby... We talked about this...."
Harry couldn't fight the grin off his face. "The what? Come here, you..."
She dodged him. "Nuh-huh. We'll never leave the house if we get started and you know it!" She couldn't keep the smile off her face either as she was circling around the dining table trying to not let him get to her.
"I don't need any more convincing to stay in, darling," he smirked.
"Oh, shush! C'mon Harry! I really wanna go! Please? We won't stay long if you don't want to, but we've been cooked up in the house for the past 2 weeks, I wanna get out for a few hours at least," she bit her lower lip and looked at him from under her eyelashes. "I'll make it up to you. What say?"
Harry squinted at her. "Oh. You can bet on it"
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Harry was nervous.
She'd met some of his friends before, after they'd ran into Mitch and Sarah and their, then, newborn baby. Y/N had fit in perfectly. It wasn't surprising to him that she did, but he'd been apprehensive about his friends' attitude towards her for the longest time- what with her being 16 years younger than him (and most of them) and whatnot. But turns out he should've had more faith in his friends. They knew Harry well enough to know he wouldn't bring just about anyone as a date anywhere if he wasn't serious about them. And they were mature enough not to judge a book by its cover.
In the meanwhile though, he'd been pretty absent.
None of his friends except for Mitch and Niall had known about his struggles for the 17 months him and Y/N had been apart for. At least, he hoped they didn't know... he'd been MIA for that whole entire time, and this was the first time he'd be seeing the extended group, let alone get acquainted to the new additions.
Mitch had reassured him that nobody would ask any uncomfortable questions, and that they all just knew he'd been through a rough time, but that all was well now and they all were excited to have him back.
That's why he'd been postponing meeting them for so long. He felt like he would be scrutinized. He feared they'd been gossiping about him, wondering what had happened, and now they'd try and pry it out of him.
Y/N knew he'd alienated himself from his friends that whole entire time, but she'd been the one to talk him to it. This was the perfect time for a casual way to reintegrate themselves into his group of friends.
"Baby. Don't be nervous. It's just your friends in there. They'll be happy to see you. I promise."
Harry was really only closer to Mitch and a couple others, and their respective partners, but there were other people invited to this little get together, people he hadn't met before. He hadn't been expecting this. Mitch made it out like it was just gonna be their usual group. A friend of Sarah's was hosting and she'd invited other people too, apparently.
But Y/N had been right about the costumes. Only a few were costumed, hardly so, and most of them were just wearing whatever. Part of him was glad she hadn't been the only one putting something together, even if only those cute little ears. He wouldn't have wanted her to feel out of place. In fact, Mitch was apparently a vampire for this. He'd put on a whole lot of powder and a deep burgundy lipstick and it did the trick, fangs or no fangs. The long hair helped too along with his usual aloof demeanor.
"I'm not a vampire," he grimaced.
"Oh?" Y/N gave Harry a look as if asking him to save her.
"I'm Brad Pitt. I just so happen to be Brad Pitt in 'Interview with a vampire'."
Harry rolled his eyes while Y/N chuckled but he knew she was doing it to save face. "Stop being a dickhead."
Mitch just smirked to himself going to get a refill of his rum punch and they proceeded to mingle with the rest, Sarah introducing them to those they weren't already acquainted with.
His closest friends really did seem to be genuinely happy to have him back, Y/N too. He felt a bit silly for having postponed doing this for so long. He'd really missed them too.
Hours went by however, and Harry was getting antsy. Not only was he genuinely growing tired, but he really wanted to love on Y/N. She was just too darn cute slash sexy slash adorable with that pink button nose of hers and he wanted nothing more than to have her wear nothing else than those kitten ears and her heels for a couple of hours before they went to bed.
"Darling, let's leave. Please?" He hummed into her ear. He'd been so worked up about seeing his friends again, all that stress and anxiety getting to him, plus his social batteries had drained already, not being used to doing this in so long.
"Just a little longer," she pouted. "I'm having fun."
He eyed her glass. "Hm. I can see that."
She furrowed her brows, deadpanning. "What?"
He smiled at her, "nothing. You're getting a bit tipsy. I just don't want you to get sloshed, though. You got to make it up to me, remember?" He whispered that last bit into her ear once more and that had her giggling more than she would have normally.
"Ok," she placed her glass on the coffee table in front of them. "I'll be good, daddy."
Harry's eyes widened dramatically while shushing her simultaneously, going in for a kiss to make sure he silenced her more effectively. "You're in so much trouble," he mumbled smilingly against her lips.
She was looking at him all dreamy eyed. Maybe she was more far gone than he'd realized. The fact was, Y/N was a cute drunk. She never drank till she blacked out, definitely not enough to embarrass herself in any way, ever, but she was a cute, horny mess.
She whispered looking right into his eyes, their lips still touching slightly. "Let's go find a bathroom."
Harry bit his lower lip and pinched her thigh making her yelp far more loudly than was necessary, throwing her into another giggle fit. "Shhhh," he shushed her again. "You little minx. That costume of yours isn't that far off. We're going home. C'mon," he stood up and offered her a hand but immediately one of the other women cut in.
"Hey! You two, what's with all the commotion?" She laughed, "c'mon. Pay attention. We're playing truth or dare."
"Seriously?" Harry furrowed his brows smilingly but Y/N pouted at him and he eventually dropped his hand and went to pour himself another coke.
He normally would've needed a drink to find this even remotely entertaining. He was sober now, though, had been since they'd gotten back together. No exceptions.
He did however insist Y/N have a drink whenever she felt like it. She shouldn't have to suffer the repercussions of his own actions. This was a decision he'd taken for himself and he was fine with it. It was, however, the first time he was in a setting with such heavy drinking all around him. It was the social habit that was hardest to break, and that indeed prove to be quite difficult althrough the evening.
But these were grown ass adults playing truth or dare, for god's sake. How did it even get to this? Was this how silly they'd always acted when a bit tipsy, and only now that he was seeing it all clear-headed he found it a bit too funny.
He spotted a group chatting to the side and joined them, keeping his eyes on his lovie from afar.
She was so beautiful. He couldn't deny he enjoyed seeing her so carefree and giggly. Made him feel all warm inside, and it made this whole evening worth it, with all the anxiety and stress that came along with it for him. He was paying attention to the conversation the group he'd joined was having, trying to keep himself occupied but when he heard a lot of oohs and aahs he turned to look at the group playing truth or dare once more.
Dean, was it?- had apparently agreed to a dare. Lizz, the woman to his left squinted at him playfully, plotting for an appropriate one. Harry realized they were all a bit tipsy, not just his Y/N. Actually, he may as well have been the only sober one there. It was well into the night by now. Past 11pm. And apart from being fairly bored he was getting quite tired. He would wait for her to play a round as to not come off as rude and then they would take their leave. "I dare you... to give the person on your right a hickey," Lizz's eyes glistened and Harry straightened up at that immediately, turning his back to the group he'd joined.
This Dean guy turned towards Y/N and raised his eyebrows at her suggestively and Harry was seeing this all unfold in front of his eyes as if in slow motion. Y/N just looked at the man, dumbfounded and then scanned the group seeing everyone eagerly awaiting for it to happen, so she just extended her neck towards him, gathering all her hair to the side, granting him access, and squeezing her eyes shut, smilingly.
Was she... enjoying this?
The second the man's lips touched her skin he turned away, rushing to get away from the scene unfolding in front of him.
He found a bathroom and locked himself inside, panting heavily. He wasn't feeling well. He could see red in front of him, that's how out of it he felt. He downed the coke he had in his glass and then placed it on the bathroom counter a little bit too forcefully by the sound it made, but he was hearing it all muffled. He looked at himself in the mirror and he almost couldn't recognize himself. Turning the faucet on, he splashed cold water and slapped his face lightly, shaking his head.
What was happening? It felt like he was having a panic attack.
He hadn't felt like this since...
He shook his head again. No. This wasn't happening again. He wouldn't allow himself to go in that dark place again.
He held the edge of the counter to stop his hands from shaking, his knuckles turning white with the force of his grasp. He needed to get it together. Because all he could think of was rushing back in there and knocking out that son of a bitch in one swift motion.
And her smile... that was the worst of it. He squeezed his eyes shut. Why did she smile like that?
He needed a drink so badly.
"Harry?" He snapped his eyes open, unaware of how long he'd been in there. Then he heard her voice again, more softly. "Baby, are you in there? Are you ok?"
"Y-yeah. Be right out," he cleared his throat. He wasn't ready to get out of that bathroom, he didn't trust himself. But he had to, he couldn't hide in there forever. He splashed some more water on his face, took a few deep breaths and then emerged only to see her waiting for him propped against the wall outside the bathroom.
"Harry, oh no... you look so pale. What's wrong?"
"I'm just... not feeling too well. Can we leave, please?" She tried getting closer to him but he closed his eyes taking a halfstep back.
It took her aback, he noticed, but she didn't say anything. "Ok. I'll just get my purse."
"I'll get the car started."
She turned back to give him a worried look. "Aren't you gonna say goodbye?"
"I'd rather we just left... I'm not up for it," he mumbled, looking away.
She wanted to say something, he could tell, but she decided against it and went to get her things as he rushed for the front door, making a run for it almost. The moment he stepped foot outside he gasped for fresh air.
Good. He was out of there. Nobody got hurt. He could do this.
God. He needed a drink so badly.
He avoided eye contact when Y/N finally got into the car and he drove right off. She didn't ask him anything, didn't try to talk to him.
Was she feeling guilty?
The scene kept replaying in his head, that jerk's mouth closing in on the delicate skin of her neck. And her smilingly offering the side of her neck up to him.
He glanced over to her and could actually see the hickey. The car swerved and Y/N yelped in shock "Harry!"
He pulled himself together enough to drive them home safely, but he was losing it.
After they got inside the house Y/N remained by the door watching him pace around, trying to busy himself. He was visibly shaking and he was trying to hide it but before he could head for the bedroom to undress and jump into the shower he caught his hand in hers and stopped him in his tracks "Harry. Talk to me. What's going on?"
He couldn't look at her. He knew he was overreacting. That much he was aware of. It was just a silly party game. It didn't mean anything. But it was incredibly triggering to him. And he couldn't help the visceral reaction he was having to it.
"I'm not well, Y/N," he said, his voice small. "I'm trying to get my shit together... but I just can't."
"You're shaking," she pointed out whisperingly. "You're worrying me. Please talk to me... Tell me what's wrong."
He finally looked into her eyes and what she saw appeared to have sobered her up completely. "Baby," she got closer but was still mindful of his personal space, still holding his hand with both of hers. "What's happening? You're scaring me... please."
He exhaled shakily and looked away again; after a beat he finally reached over to her hair and pulled it all to one side, mimicking her gesture from earlier, exposing the hickey. His eyes darkened looking at it unobscured now.
Her breath caught, "Harry... Wait. Wait, you saw that?... I looked for you as soon as it was over and you... you weren't there... and I realized how that must've looked to you and I was so relieved when I saw you weren't there and I just... I didn't know how to react... I didn't want to be a party pooper, I didn't think it through--"
"You smiled."
She blinked at him confusedly. "Huh?"
"When he was doing it. You smiled," his voice was coming off as if strangled, he didn't recognize it coming out of his mouth.
"Baby, no. What? I was just playing along! What are you saying?"
He just looked at her and smiled a humourless smile. "I know it's silly. It's just a game, right? I know all that. It's just a hickey on a dare at a stupid party with tipsy people having a bit of harmless fun. But it did something to me, and I can't help it. I had to run away before I jumped the guy. I wanted to... God." He squeezed his eyes shut, "I haven't felt like this in so long. And I thought it was all behind me."
Y/N's eyes were glistening with unshed tears. "No! No, baby, no. It's ok! It's ok! You're just jealous, alright? It's who you are. You're possessive. Doesn't mean anything!"
"Yes it does," he grimaced. "And you know it." He pulled his hand out of her grasp and took a step back. "I'll never get better." He could feel his own tears welling up.
"No..."
He shook his head and could feel tears blurring his vision completely so he just let them drop heavily on their own accord. "I'll never get better. This is who I am."
"Stop!"
He kept shaking his head walking backwards away from her until his back hit a wall when he was forced to stop and she rushed toward him, cupping his face in between her palms. "No! Listen to me! That's not who you are! It's not! Because you didn't do anything! You hear me?" She tried searching his eyes but he wouldn't make eye contact "You ran into that bathroom and you snapped yourself out of it and you were in control of the situation! You didn't let it get the best of you! You're in control, Harry!"
"I wanted a drink" he cut her off, shaking his head as she tried keeping him still. "I wanted a drink so desperately..." he whispered, squeezing his eyes shut and feeling more tears fall down his cheeks and she thumbed them away lovingly, cooing him and shushing him.
"You're fine. You made it. It's alright."
"It's just that... it was so triggering..."
"I know, baby, I know," she pulled him into her arms and he slumped against her, crying in earnest now/ "You're safe now. It's all behind you. You did it, you were in control. You did so good, baby." she pulled back a bit and kissed all over his face, kissed his silent tears away and stroked the back of his head until he stopped shaking. "I would never do anything to upset you, nothing to make you jealous. You know that, right? I love you."
He buried his face in the crook of her neck, and she wondered if he purposely chose her right side, the untainted side. "I know," he mumbled. "Rationally.. I know. But the way you smiled kept repeating in my head, on a loop..."
"I was just..."
"I know!" He squeezed her to his chest, possessively, "I know. But still... I couldn't help how jealous it made me feel. How possessive. I can't stand it. Him touching you... anyone touching you..."
"It'll never happen again. No matter the circumstances. I promise," she carefully snaked her hands around his neck and tried her luck for a kiss. He didn't fight it. In fact, he urgented the kiss immediately.
"I need you," he told her in between frantic kisses and she nodded her head, their mouths desperate for one another.
"Have me, Harry. I'm yours. Never doubt that."
He groaned, turning on his heels and pressing her against the wall instead. "Mine. Mine. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he managed in between kisses.
"I'm the one who's sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I was just--"
"Shh. Enough talking. I was on edge the whole evening. Never wanted to leave in the first place," he pulled away and looked at her, taking in her Halloween makeup and letting his lips quirk up a bit but then when he reached her eyes his own saddened again seeing how her winged eyeliner had gotten smudged with tears. "Did I ruin our evening completely? Should we not? I don't want to do anything if--"
"No! Please. This is us, Harry. This is how we communicate too, alright? I need this just as much as you do. I'm yours. I want to show it to you. Let me show it to you. Ok? Can I? Can I, daddy?"
"Fuck," he cursed, closing his eyes and going back in for a searing kiss. "Yes. Yes. It's us."
"Want you to show me who I belong to," she reached a hand in between the two of them and pressed it against his crotch, happy to find him ready and wanting. "God, I need you," she mewled. "Please, daddy."
She meant to get on her knees but he stopped her. He couldn't wait to get inside her, he wasn't in the mood for teasing. He unbuckled his belt, freeing himself rapidly and pushed her skirt up past her waist. Her heels would aid his access and he kicked her legs apart, pulling the crotch of her panties to the side and feeling her up. "Fuck. Always so ready for me, aren't you sweetheart?"
He grabbed one of her thighs bringing her leg over his hipbone, she grabbed his cock lining it up with her entrance and he sunk into her without preamble. It was a very tight fit, and it sent painful shockwaves through her core. Wet as she was, he was still large and she always needed to be properly warmed up by him before actual penetration. There would be none of that tonight though. After a few deliberate thrusts, her pain rapidly turned into pleasure and she moaned loudly, throwing her head back and bumping it a bit too harshly against the wall behind her.
"Yes, yes! Oh God!"
He brought his other hand to her neck then, squeezing tightly at the sides, his thumb pressing into the tender spot inhabited by the hickey and she gasped in pain. "Say you're mine. Tell me you love me."
"Yours, always. Only you. I love you, daddy. So much," her voice grew fainter, his fingers pushing into her throat more and more and then he kissed her harshly, pushing his tongue inside of her mouth and making sure he stole all of her breath away. By the time he pulled back she was sufficiently light headed to slump against him and he pulled out, turning them around again and throwing her over the edge of the sofa near them. He pushed her front further down into the cushion and propped her ass up, her waist snug against the armrest, and impaled her again, making her groan.
His pace was punishing. He didn't know where he summoned the energy from, but he was relentless. She felt so good around him, her words had been so reassuring. He felt safe. He felt like he was in control, like she'd said. He could reign it in. He could fight his primal tendencies. He still wanted to punch that fucking bastard, but he recognized that he could control his actions even if he couldn't control his feelings of jealousy and possessiveness. He loved her. She was his. He couldn't stand the thought of another man touching her like that. Where did being human stop and where did his violent streak begin? He didn't know, but she was right. He'd been in control.
And he was in control now. She let him be in control. She gave this to him, trusted him, always put herself in his palms like putty trusting him to take care of her, to push her to the brink and then catch her when she fell.
"So good. So good for me, sweetheart," he pulled away and kneeled in between her thighs, pushing them further apart and burrowing his face against her wet cunt.
"Oh god!"
He held her by her thighs, pulling her flush against his face, eating her out like a man starved. He needed her to come, needed her to let go. He'd been so close, he had to reign it in.
"That's it," he slapped her ass soundly. "Drench me, baby, want you coming all over my face. And then I'll have you coming all over my cock," he slapped her ass again and again and kneaded her cheeks in his palms as he pushed his tongue inside her, throwing her off the edge.
When she came down from her high he kicked his pants off along with his briefs and sat on the sofa, and he fully intended to grab her from underneath her arms and scoop her into his lap but she was quicker. Still propped over the armrest, she grabbed a hold of his painfully hard cock and got her mouth on him. He humoured her for a bit but finally tugged her hair and yanked her off of him. "Fuck baby, you're too good. I want to finish inside you. Get up here."
On shaky legs, she straddled him on the couch and he sank into the backrest, letting her move over him and love on him the way she wanted. He enjoyed her slower pace, the deep kisses, enjoyed mouthing at her breasts and her tugging at his hair but soon he was on edge again, and he'd promised her he'd make her come again. "Touch yourself, darling. Come on. Show daddy how you rub that pussy."
She moaned, throwing her head back and doing as instructed and his eyes darkened again seeing her bruised flesh. He groaned, grabbing her hips and slamming into her, getting impossibly deep inside her. "Oh my god! Oh god, oh god! Fuck! Daddy, don't stop!"
"Never!" He gritted his teeth. "Want you to feel me for days, never forget whose you are."
"Yours," she mewled, her kitten ears having fallen off her head at one point, her drawn on whiskers smudged. She was perfect. And she was his.
"Mine. All mine. Come for daddy, baby. Show me what a good girl you are."
"Yes! Please! Fuck!"
As soon as he felt her clenching around him he let go, pressing her against his groin and letting her milk him for all he was worth. "God, I love you."
She slumped against him, pushing him into the backrest, both panting heavily. "I love you too, so much. Never doubt it again. Alright?" She lazily pulled back a bit to look him in the eye.
He nodded solemnly, "I never did. I just... want to be worthy of your love. Never want to disappoint you again..."
"I never want to disappoint you again, either," she searched his eyes. "But this is the only way we can do it. Together. Talking. Communicating. Loving eachother. Ok? Never try to hide from me. It's us."
He kissed her, squeezing her flush against him. "It's us."
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Boutique for the Best☁️
Pairing: Chris Evans x Fashion Designer! Reader
Word count: 1,897
Summary: Chris and Y/n, the perfect example of the term 'made for each other’
Warnings: none, all fluff
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(Y/n's P.O.V)
I’d argue that being a fashion designer is one of the most complex ways to create art, the ability to transform a whole generation's style with a piece of fabric.
I always knew I’d go to New York to study Fashion Design as soon as I was able to comprehend the idea of future careers.
Straight out of University I was given a job under one of my college mentors, a designer for celebrities, the opportunity of a lifetime.
Moving between celebrities was definitely an experience, meeting new people and making a name for myself to a point where I got my first permanent client.
Chris Evans.
I still remember the day my mentor told me she was going to finally let me go off on my own, someone had contacted her, asking especially for me.
That was him.
(Present day)
“Chris can you stop moving about, i’m trying to measure your chest” I whined trying to hold the measuring tape around him, despite him flexing his muscles every two seconds.
“I can’t help it bub, i’ve gotta show it off to you, afterall it is all yours” He turned slightly, winking at me.
“Just shush and let me finish” I said turning his head back to the front and taking down his measurements for his new suit I was going to create.
Having worked for Chris for about two years now, and dating him for a year, I still never get tired of working with him.
When I first walked into his fitting room, the atmosphere instantly turned hot with the energy. I still remember the way he beckoned me over with one finger and I was immediately in a trance.
It all got too much one night when he asked to measure me this time and wanted to have a go at creating a piece. Long story short it ended up with all our pieces on the floor and both of us in his Boston home. Well our home now.
“What do I get if i stay still then?” He asked coking his head to his side as I bent down to measure his pant length.
“A nice suit, now shush” I said swatting his ass playfully before finally taking down my last measurement.
“You’re mean, all i’ve been wanting today was one kiss bub”
“Yeah well this suit for the award show isn’t going to fix itself, you have three nominations so you need to look even more perfect hun” I said kissing his cheek, then rushing over to my work desk to start bringing over pieces of fabric.
“But what about you? You’re nominated for best costume design, what are you going to wear?”
“Oh baby you don’t need to worry about that” I said cockily smirking at him, his face growing darker at his realisation
“Okay I see how it is, is that right?”
“Mhm, now tell me blue or red?”
“Blue”
“Good choice bubba, now how abou-“
“you’re so warm Y/n” He said abruptly, wrapping his built arms around my waist pulling me right up against him. His head in the crook of my neck as I felt him inhale deeply.
“Are you smelling me?”
“I can’t help it honey, you jus’ smell so good alla time” Fingers dancing over my body, Chris' lips planting themselves on my neck only distracting me more
(Award show - 2 weeks later)
“Okay baby here is your blazer, shirt, trousers and tie alright?”
“Hey bub, isn’t your job as my stylist to help me get changed?”
“No not really”
“WELL, how about as my loving girlfriend who I want to spend time with”
“Fine you big baby come 'ere”
Letting him put on his trousers, I helped him to put on his shirt, that same warm atmosphere filling the air as I tucked his shirt into his trousers all while continuing eye contact. His deep blue eyes boring into mine with intensity.
Next was his tie, throwing it around his neck I pulled it harshly, pulling his face down to mine for a deep kiss with his hands gripping onto my waist.
“well look who’s getting frisky tonight” He said pulling away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Not replying I grabbed his new belt from our bed, putting it through the loops of his pants and buckling them, his hands now rubbing my arms.
“There you go baby, now you’re double the handsome”
“Yeah all thanks to my own personal stylist eh?”
“Okay now shoo while I get changed” I laughed shyly, pushing him out of the bedroom wanting to keep my newest design a surprise.
“What you’re sayin’ I cant watch?” He said confused, his arms leaning on the door frame making him look even more muscular and intimidating.
“No it’s a surprise hun, i’ll be quick i promise”
With one more kiss I got him out and put on the new two piece I designed specifically for myself which I paired with the gold jewellery Chris had gotten me for our six month.
Quickly applying on full glam makeup, which was rare due to my laziness but tonight was important to me, both because of Chris and myself. Putting on my white heels I grabbed my purse and walked out of the room, already hearing Chris downstairs with Dodger.
“Chris i’m ready” I called out down the flight of stairs, hearing the click of his shoes head towards the bottom of the staircase.
“Lemme see you darlin’”
Walking down the steps, I didn’t dare look at his face till I was at the bottom, but I didn’t even making it to then before I felt him lift me up,
“CHRIS PUT ME DOWN”
“Now bub are you sure we have to go to this award thingy, cus I know a few things i’d rather do instead” He smirked, putting me down at the bottom step, his hands going down to settle on my satin covered ass.
“No but seriously, you are absolutely gorgeous and there’s no one else i’d rather be seen with tonight, or ever again for that matter” He whispered dipping his head down for his lips to meet mine in a sensual soft kiss.
(At the Award Show)
“Baby don’t worry you’ll get all three nominations, I know you will. You’re the best” I whispered as we walked off the red carpet and into the huge venue filled with rows of seats.
Chris' nerves had started to play up again, resulting in him clinging on and using any opportunity to touch me.
“I know I know, I can’t help it”
“I know baby, but i’m here okay? You’re not alone, just think about that when we get home it’s just you n' me and whatever you wanna do”
“God if only that was all day everyday” He laughed throwing his head back, our fingers staying intertwined ever since we arrived.
With that the show started, the presenters taking their place on stage and starting to read out the nominations.
“The best male actor 2022 goes to….
CHRIS EVANS!” They shouted, a smile gracing it’s way onto my face as I jumped up clapping, Chris pulling me in for a kiss then walking up the stage to give his speech and accept his award.
“I told you you’d get it, I know my man” I whispered to him as soon as he sat back beside me, his arm settling itself on its spot around my shoulders pulling us even closer together, a light kiss being put on my temple.
“The award for Best Animated Feature goes to….
LIGHTYEAR!” Once again a smirk made its way onto my face, pride filling me as I watched my man collect his rightful award and come back to me.
“The award for Best Story goes to….
THE GRAY MAN!” Getting up for a third time I watched Chris and his cast mates get up on the stage, Chris' eyes meeting mine as he blew me a kiss and winked at me. A hot flush making itself comfy on my cheeks, making me look down and shake my head at his public display of affection, something I would never get tired of.
Now with him back beside me, there was only one category left, best costume design. I know I was up against well known names within the industry, people I know who have been in the business for years, people I studied in University.
Hell I couldn’t even believe I was put into a category with such professionals, me, Y/n L/n.
Chris must have sensed my uneasiness, squeezing me tighter against him, both of us watching while the presenters took out the card.
“The award for Best Costume Design goes to…
Y/N L/N”
I was shocked, sitting in my seat my face felt like it had dropped to the floor, Chris beside me had jumped up shouting.
“THATS MY GIRL” He howled, holding his arm out watching as I ascended up the stairs to collect my award.
Tears filled my eyes watching every known star sit down after the standing ovation which was pretty standard for each award, but for me it was still special.
Starting my speech I noticed one person hadn’t sat down once, it was Chris. He stood silently listening intently, his arms crossed over his chest, nodding at every word I said.
His eyes comforting me while I spoke, my nerves dying away and within minutes I was back by his side, right where I belonged.
“I know my girl” He said running over to me and spinning me around, grabbing onto my hand and pulling me towards the exit.
“Wait Chris it isn’t over yet?”
“I know hunny, but this is more important, trust me” He said turning back, opening his car door for me and getting into the driver’s seat.
“Won’t people ask why we just left abruptly?”
“Baby we just won awards we worked our ass off for, it’ll be fine, if anyone says anything it’ll be me they answer to alright?”
Turning his head to me he reassured, his hand gripped onto my thigh, our trophies sitting in the backseat.
“Where are you taking me anyway?”
“Here” Pulling into a random street in downtown I looked at him confused, watching him walk over to help me out of the car and into the building.
“Chris it’s beautiful but what is it?” I asked walking inside the door to see racks of clothes, it was clearly a clothes boutique, a fine one at that.
“Take a closer look at the clothes baby” Looking at the fabrics and designs closely, my body froze, they were my designs.
“I-I did you- Is this-?”
“Welcome to your boutique baby, you deserve bub” He said walking over to me and turning me towards the whole shop, which was decorated in light neutral tones, mannequins designed in my work.
“You did all this for me?“
“Of course, I love you, you deserve the best because you are the best”
Not even bothering to reply I buried myself into his arms, feeling an overwhelming amount of happiness and gratefulness.
“Does this mean that tonight I can get a-“
“Don’t push it Evans”
“Gotcha babe, don’t ruin the moment I get it” He sighed out
“But yeah most likely” I replied giggling, instantly feeling him stiffen underneath me.
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TPS Part 4: The Wand Of Intuition
Ah’m dreamin bout mah classes at Hogwarts. Ah dunno what Ah’m doin yet but Ah feel like Ah’m doin somethin right. There’s a kinda mean lookin guy wit black hair but he ain’t smacked me up the head so Ah can’t be messin up too bad.
“Son. Toby ya gotta wake up.”
Ah get up yawnin.
“Wha’s happenin that Ah gotta get up, Pop?”
“We’s gotta go ta dat Diagon Alley place.”
Ah wake up real fast.
“DIAGON ALLEY?!”
Pop pats mah head an shushes me. Ah know Ah used mah outside voice but Ah jus can’t help it.
“Tha’s right Toby. Gonna be goin ta Hogwarts soon so we’s gotta be gettin yer schoolin supplies.”
Ah start wigglin in mah bed an get ready ta go.
“Sit an eat breakfast first Toby. Can’t be doin all our walkin on an empty stomach.”
Ah sit down ta eat cause Pop’s right bout not bein able ta walk much hungry.
“Now ya jus go over yer list agin cause we gotta make sure we get everythang.”
Ah pick up mah paper an Ah read it so many times. Even on the ferry ride ta England Ah read it cause Ah don’t wanna ferget anythang.
“Awright, Toby we’s in London now. Gotta go ta this place called the Leaky Cauldron. Humans ain’t gonna be botherin us cause ta them it’s jus gonna look like an old borin store.”
Ah nod an follow Pop round London. Ah try not ta get distracted by everythang cause Ah’ll jus get all dizzy. Ah keep walkin wit Pop till Ah see a sign sayin Leaky Cauldron.
“Ah see the sign, Pop!”
He turns in the direction Ah’m pointin an Ah feel good bout mahself.
“Well there ya go, Toby. Jus gotta get inside an find a way ta Diagon Alley.”
Ah follow Pop inside an Ah see a lotta wizards wearin fancy robes.
“How can I help ya sir?”
Ah listen ta the man at the bar talk ta Pop while Ah look round. When he’s done Pop leads me ta a wall.
“Watch closely son. The nice man said we’s gotta touch the right brick. See the trash bin here.”
Ah look an nod at Pop.
“Now the nice man done said that we gotta tap the brick tha’s 3 up from the bin.”
He counts 3 bricks up from the top of the bin.
“Then we go 2 ta the right.”
He counts 2 bricks ta the right jus like he says.“
"Gotta remember this brick here, Toby. This brick’s how we get ta Diagon Alley.”
Mah eyes widen when he taps the brick an the whole wall moves ta make a door.
“Now jus hold mah hand son so ya don’t get lost.”
“Ok Pop.”
Ah grab onta Pop’s hand an we start walkin inta the wall ta Diagon Alley. He walks up ta this wooden board.
“This’ gonna be yer first lesson in navigatin son. You’s gonna learn how ta read a map a Diagon Alley.”
“Awright Pop.”
Ah study the map, readin’ and studyin’ it over at the same time.
"Got it in the brain Toby? Made it inta the little squares so’s ya can remember it better?”
“Yeah Pop. Ah got it inta them little squares. The map shows how ta get ta all kinda stores.”
“Tha’s mah boy. We's gonna get yer robes first so we know they's gonna fit ya.”
“Awright Pop.”
We don't gotta walk far till we see the robe store.
"Now when we's go inside an it's our turn Ah'll make sure ta tell whoever's helpin us that ya need special robes."
"Ok Pop."
We go on inside. Only a couple people inside. Ah see a boy wit brown skin lookin at a set a robes.
"Toby why don't ya go an talk ta that boy there. Ya might end up in the same class."
"Ok."
Ah go up ta 'em.
"Hey. Whatcha lookin at?"
The boy looks at me.
"Dese are self-ironing cloaks."
Ah notice his accent ain't Irish but it ain't like how royalty talk neither.
"Where are ya from? Ah ain't ever anyone talk like ya before?"
"My moder is from Gujarat, India. Her family moved to Leicester."
"Ohhh. So yer part Indian then."
He nods. Ah ain't ever met an Indian before. They jus don't seem ta live in the part a Florida where Ah'm from.
"My fader is British so that's vhy my name is Param Burton. Most people call me Pacer dough."
"Ok. Mah name's Toby. We used ta live in Florida. Now we live in Cork. Tha's in Ireland."
"Do you know vhat House you vill get into?"
Ah blink. Ah dunno anythang bout houses so Ah jus shake mah head.
"Don't matter ta me. Ah jus wanna fit in."
"My fader vants me to be in Huvlepuv like my brother vas."
"Tha's nice."
A woman comes out wit a pretty robe on.
"Mr. Burton your robes are to go."
Ah see a guy stand up an walk up ta Pacer. Ah think it's Pacer's dad.
"Thanks. Come on Neelja."
A woman comes up behind 'em an she's got a red dot on 'er forehead.
"Bye Pacer."
He waves at me as they take the robe an leave.
"Who'd ya meet son?"
"Pacer. He's part Indian. Like actual India Pop an not like how some people called momma an Indian."
Pop nods cause he knows a lot bout wha momma went through.
"Well le's get ya fitted wit yer new robes. Gotta make sure ya feel good in 'em."
"Ok."
The woman in pink takes us ta a room an puts a robe on over mah clothes. Pop makes sure ta tell 'er bout mah meltin episodes.
"You don't need to worry about how the robes feel. These are meant to fit over regular clothes."
"Ohhhh. So these're like graduation robes."
"That's right. And the hat is only for special occasions. They are not to be worn on a daily basis."
Ah try ta follow long wit 'er. Ah think wha she's sayin makes sense.
"Now le's try the winter cloak. Gotta make sure Toby don't overheat."
"Alright then. I'll make adjustments to this one and make two more of these."
Ah try ta carefully take mah robe off. Feels nice nough ta not make me melt. Ah then try ta put on the cloak on.
"This feels nice too Pop."
"Tha's good, son. We'll take it."
"Excellent. Just sit down for a few minutes while I get it ready."
Ah take the cloak off an sit down wit Pop. Ah start thinkin bout Pacer an everythang he was sayin. Ah dunno wha Huff an puff is but Ah sure hope it ain't got anythang ta do wit the Big Bad Wolf.
"Awright son. Yer clothes've been paid fer. Le's go an get yer wand."
"Ok Pop."
Ah follow Pop til we get inta the shop an see walls lined wit display racks full a wands.
“Now we’s gotta wait fer this Mr. Ollivander feller. He’s gonna be takin care a ya.”
Ah wiggle a bit cause Ah can’t wait ta get a good wand. Shortly, an old man wit a crooked nose walks towards us.
“'Ello. I see you're lookeng fhr a new wand. What's yooehr name?”
Ah think he’s an Irish guy cause Ah don’t get what he says.
“Oh, uh, we’re lookin’ fer a wand fer mah son here, Toby.”
Ah’m glad Pop gets wha he said.
“Tell me about yooehr sahn. After all, it's de wizard dat makes de wand.”
“Well, uh��Toby’s a bit slow on the uptake when it comes ta conversatin, an the boy’s never been able ta handle stress too well. He’s a good hearted boy. Toby’s got quite a temper, an Ah’ve seen 'em lose it a time or two, even ta the point where he’s started throwin’ things an knockin’ stuff over. Ain’t his fault cause it’s his condition.”
The Ollivander man nods then turns ta me.
“Sound. I’ll take Toby’s measurements and we’ll try out some wands.”
Ah step up ta get measured fer a wand. Mr. Ollivander pulls out an arm’s-length measurin tape on a little roll an measures me from head ta toe, then scribbles numbers on a notepad. He measures mah arm length an mah height. Then Mr. Ollivander picks up a wand.
“This is Englesh Oak. A wand fhr both de good and bad times. It's a wand dat's only as loyal as de wizard who wields it.”
Ah look at mah Pop.
“Means yer a good boy, Toby. This wand’s bout as good a friend as they get. It's the wand a intuition.”
"Wha's intition?"
"Ya get wha ya call gut feelins yeah? Well tha's intiution. Yer wand's got it cause it can feel how ya are as a person."
Ah smile a bit cause that must mean Ah got a good wand that likes me. It's real long too like Ah got a magic tree branch.
“Well, Ah’d like ta try it. Ah feel like this’ the one. All textured an knobby.”
Ah take the wand from Mr. Ollivander’s hands an try ta wave it round. The wand immediately bursts out wit a huge shower of sparks. Mr. Ollivander an Pop look at each other.
“We’s takin it.”
Pop reaches out ta take the wand ta do the honors of payin for it wit his gold. Mr. Ollivander reaches out ta take it back. Ah get confused bout the white fluffy hair in his hand.
"Wha's that he got Pop?"
“He’s addin a unicorn hair ta yer wand cause it wants ta keep ya from makin mistakes. Ain’t ever gotta worry bout bein a bad wizard wit a unicorn hair wand.”
Ah nod mah head cause Pop makes sense. Mr. Ollivander gives mah wand back an Ah look at it. Ah can’t believe Ah finally got mah own wand.
"Thanks!"
“Come on, son. We’s gotta get yer other supplies.”
Ah wave bye ta Mr. Ollivander an follow Pop outside ta the other stores. By the time we get back ta the ferry, Ah’m so tired Ah jus fall asleep right on Pop’s shoulder.
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Toby Goes to Diagon Alley
Ah'm dreamin bout mah classes at Hogwarts. Ah dunno what Ah'm doin yet but Ah feel like Ah'm doin somethin right. The white haired dream girl jus keeps on smilin at me. There's kinda mean lookin guy with black hair but he ain't smacked me up the head so Ah can't be messin up.
"Son. Toby ya gotta wake up."
Ah get up yawnin.
"Wha's happenin that Ah gotta get up, Pop?"
"We's gotta go ta dat Diagon Alley place."
Ah wake up real fast.
"DIAGON ALLEY?!"
Pop pats mah head an shushes me. Ah know Ah used mah outside voice but Ah jus can't help it.
"Tha's right Toby. Gonna be goin ta Hogwarts soon so we's gotta be gettin yer schoolin supplies."
Ah start wigglin in mah bed an get ready ta go.
"We's gonna be eatin breakfast first Toby. Can't be doin all our walkin on an empty stomach."
Ah sit down ta eat cause Pop's right bout not bein able ta walk much hungry.
"Ah got a little somethin fer ya ta wear cause we's gonna be goin all the way ta London an Ah don't want ya gettin lost."
"Ok Pop."
Ah watch as he pulls out a name tag fer me.
"If ya ever get lost jus go inta any a the stores an only talk ta the person workin the counter. Give 'em yer name tag an on the back it'll tell 'em what ta do."
Ah take the name tag an put it on mah shirt. Ah'm glad Pop takes good care a me an knows how ta keep me from gettin scared if Ah get lost.
"Now ya jus go over yer list cause we gotta make sure we get everythang."
Ah pick up mah paper and Ah read it so many times. Even on the ferry ride to England Ah read it cause Ah don't wanna ferget a single thang on it.
"Awright, Toby we's in London now. Gotta go ta this place called the Leaky Cauldron. Humans ain't gonna be botherin us cause ta them it's jus gonna look like an old borin store."
Ah nod an follow Pop round London. Ah try not ta get distracted by everythang cause Ah'll jus get all dizzy. Ah keep walkin wit Pop till Ah see a sign sayin Leaky Cauldron.
"Ah see the sign, Pop!"
He turns in the direction Ah'm pointin an Ah feel good bout mahself.
"Well there ya go, Toby. Jus gotta get inside an find a way ta Diagon Alley."
Ah follow Pop inside an Ah see a lotta wizards wearin fancy robes.
"How can I help ya sir?"
Ah listen ta the man at the bar talk ta Pop while Ah look round. When he's done Pop leads me ta a wall.
"Watch closely son. The nice man said we's gotta touch the right brick. See the trash bin here."
Ah look an nod at Pop.
"Now the nice man done said that we gotta tap the brick tha's 3 up from the bin."
He counts 3 bricks up from the top of the bin.
"Then we go 2 ta the right."
He counts 2 bricks ta the right jus like he says."
"Gotta remember this brick here, Toby. This brick's how we get ta Diagon Alley."
Mah eyes widen when he taps the brick an the whole wall moves ta make a door.
"Now jus hold mah hand son so ya don't get lost."
"Ok Pop."
Ah grab onta Pop's hand an we start walkin inta the wall ta Diagon Alley. He walks up ta this wooden board.
"This' gonna be yer first lesson in navigatin son. You's gonna learn how ta read a map of Diagon Alley."
"Awright Pop."
Ah study the map, readin' and studyin' it over at the same time. Ah can see shops with funny names: Magical Menagerie, Scriveners, and more. Then Ah spy a shop with a sign that says: "Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands Since 382 B.C.
"Got it in the brain Toby? Made it into the little squares so's ya can remember it better?"
"Yeah Pop. Ah got it inta them little squares. The map shows how ta get ta all kinda stores an ta Ollivander's Wand Shop."
"Tha's mah boy. We's fixin' ta get yer wand first."
"Awright Pop."
Ah follow Pop until we get inta the shop an see walls lined with display racks a wands
"This' it Pop. This' what Ah been waitin for! But wait, don't Ah gotta get measured first or somethin ta git a wand that fits me?"
"We's gotta wait fer that Mr. Ollivander feller. He's gonna be takin care a ya."
Ah wiggle a bit cause Ah can't wait ta get a good wand. Shortly, a stooped elderly man wit a crooked nose walks towards us. The sign on his shirt says: "Ollivander, Wand Maker."
"Avvy. Ay see you're lewk'n fe a nicked wand. May ay ask yer name?"
Ah think he's an Irish guy cause Ah don't get what he says.
"Oh, uh, we're lookin' fer a wand fer mah son here, Toby."
Ah'm glad Pop gets wha he said. Ah guess it's good Ah don't gotta give 'em mah name tag.
"Tell me about yer son. Ye nah dat de wizard is wa' makes de wand."
"Well, uh...Toby's a good reader, but uh, he's a bit slow on the uptake when it comes ta conversation, an the boy's never been able ta handle stress too well. He's a good hearted boy. Toby's got quite a temper, and Ah've seen him lose it a time or two, even ta the point where he's started throwin' things an knockin' stuff over. Ain't his fault cause it's his condition."
The Ollivander man nods then turns ta me.
"Sound. I'll take Toby's measurements and we'll try out some wands."
Ah step up ta get measured fer a wand. Mr. Ollivander pulls out an arm's-length measurin tape on a little roll an measures me from head ta toe, then scribbles numbers on a notepad. He measures mah arm length an mah height. Then Mr. Ollivander picks up one wand after another an waves it over me. Each of the wands sparks with a flash at some point as he waves it over me. Eventually, Mr. Ollivander stops wavin wands over me an pulls out this one wand, that seems somehow different from the others.
"This is english oak. A wand fe sound as a pound times and bad, this is a kidda as loyal as de wizard oo deserves it."
Ah look at mah Pop.
"Means yer a good boy, Toby. This wand's bout as good a friend as they get."
Ah smile a bit cause that must mean Ah got a good wand that likes me.
"Well, Ah'd like ta try it. Ah feel like this' the one."
Ah take the wand from Mr. Ollivander's hands an try ta wave it round. The wand immediately bursts out wit a huge shower of sparks. Mr. Ollivander an Pop look at each other.
"We's takin it."
Pop reaches out ta take the wand ta do the honors of payin for it wit his gold. Mr. Ollivander reaches out ta take it back.
"Am add'n a unicorn ' core. unicorn ' wands ay not dead powerful, but dee wuz de least prone ter accidents and de least ikey ter change loyalties. dee ay also de most difficult ter tirn ter de dark art. dee ay prone ter wilt'n if mishandled."
Ah look at Pop.
"He's addin a unicorn hair ta yer wand cause it wants ta help keep ya from makin mistakes. Ain't ever gotta worry bout bein a bad wizard wit a unicorn hair wand."
Ah nod mah head cause Pop makes sense.
"Yous tinnie always come back fe anuvver one whun you're fully grown. Lads na end up 'av'n de same arm length."
Mr. Ollivander gives mah wand back an Ah look at it. Ah can't believe Ah finally got mah own wand.
"Come on, son. We's gotta get yer other supplies."
Ah wave bye ta Mr. Ollivander an follow Pop outside ta the other stores.
"We's gettin mah robes, Pop?"
"Tha's right son. Gotta make sure ya look like a real wizard."
Ah follow him ta the robe store an start thinkin bout what it'd be like at Hogwarts. Ah start ta see this big man leadin me cross this giant lake. The castle looks big an beautiful.
"Awright Toby we's here now."
"Ok, Pop."
Ah go inside the robe store, then go through all the other stores. By the time we get back ta the ferry, Ah'm so tired Ah jus fall asleep right on Pop's shoulder.
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Butchie prompt: shelter
SHELTER : seeing a threat barreling toward them (such as a storm, the shockwave from an explosion, or a building they’re in collapsing), sender holds the injured / incapacitated receiver close, turning their back to the threat to bear the brunt of the impact instead of the receiver.
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"Butcher... Butcher, he's hurt bad..."
M.M's voice was quiet, soft, gentle. Like a parent telling their child the family pet was going away to the farm while the poor bastard was really dying from kidney failure. The tone made his anger flare and Butcher closed his hand so tightly his fist shook. He wanted to lash out, to hurt something, to turn this pain outward, make someone understand the agony he lived in. But he only just dropped his fist against the nearest wall, a defeated thunk as he hung his head.
Silence for a moment, before Hughie coughed and groaned, blood bubbling at his lips and both men turned their attention to the boy. M.M moved to help, though his first aid would do fuck all when they were trapped at the top of Vought tower with eighteen hundred pounds of C-4 prepped to take out the lower supports. Butcher checked his watch, then nodded.
"Go down, get Frenchie and his girl, get 'em outside." Again, he checked his watch, knowing the exact amount of time he had, but relaying a different time to M.M. "If you're quick, you can find Starlight. Send her in, she can get Hughie out."
"What about-"
"Times up, mate." Butcher shook his head. "Me brain's sick, s'gonna kill me any day now. Might as well be doin' this. Go."
There was no time for weeping goodbyes, and Butcher knew M.M wasn't that kind of man. He knew the odds, he knew Butcher was beyond help. But he thought there might be hope for Hughie, thought he could save him if he was fast enough. He wouldn't be, but he could save everyone else. Hughie would have wanted that.
Once alone, Butcher crossed to Hughie, kneeling and cradling his head as gently as he could which, unfortunately, wasn't too gentle. Hughie winced, face twisted in pain explicit enough to make Butcher feel genuine remorse. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. Hughie wasn't supposed to be here.
"Shh, sh, sh." Butcher shushed him, free hand brushing back those wavy locks that got out of control when Hughie let his hair grow too long. Then he wiped blood from the lad's forehead, cheeks, jaw. Trying to see him one last time. "Take it easy, love, take it easy. M'here."
"Bu- Butcher?" One eye opened, blinking slowly, like he was struggling to see. "Did... Did we win?"
"Yeah, mate, I think we did." Butcher lied, shifting so tenderly so he could have Hughie in his lap, the blood from his impalement wound spreading warmth along his thighs. This wasn't the way he wanted to get Hughie in his arms, but it was sure as fuck fitting. He held him like that for some time. It lasted forever but not nearly long enough at the same time. Butcher brushed away a stray tear, fingertips sliding through Hughie's hair and curling around his ear. "You doin' alright?"
"Mm. No." Hughie admitted, and his lips curled up like he was going to laugh but no sound came out. "I... uh, I wanna go home, now."
"We can go home now. Jus' close your eyes an' we'll be home soon." Another lie, but what else could he say? Tell him the truth? Scare him more than he already was? He glanced at his watch. M.M should be out of the building, probably looking for Annie who was helping all the employees get a safe distance away. She didn't know Hughie was in here, Butcher had promised Hughie wouldn't be, but, as always, Hughie had his own plans.
"Butcher, I..." Another pained sound and labored breath, but Hughie struggled on. "If this is it, I-"
"Don'. Jus' don't, son." Butcher shook his head, looking anywhere but Hughie. "Don't let your las' words be somethin' stupid."
"I... I love Billy Bu... Butcher doesn't sound. Mm. Doesn't sound too bad."
Against his better judgement, Butcher looked down at him. He didn't deserve so good a final moment. Not when he was dragging Hughie down with him. "You're a daft fuckin' cunt, Hughie. Absolutely mental."
A distant boom, and the building shuddered as the lower levels began to crumble. Hughie's hand fisted weakly in the front of Butcher's jacket, Butcher held on to him as tightly as he dared. Against him, Butcher felt Hughie laugh or sob, he couldn't really tell, it could be both. "H-highest form of praise wh-where you come from, right?"
"Right, love." Butcher murmured, the shaking getting more intense as the destruction climbed it's way up. The floor would give out any second and they'd fall into nothing. But they'd do it together. Hughie whimpered and Butcher held him close, curling around him like that could protect him from the inevitable. "It's okay, love. It's okay. I got you."
The walls around them rumbled and cracked, the sound an overwhelming roar before everything went silent.
#butchie#;;you guys are the real heroes#;;ficlets#thank you for the ask!!! 🥺#i absolutely went off the rails for this one#warning for Major Character Death#or at least implied.#they could survive. maybe john saves them idk
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This was an ask but I lost it - it was a prompt for the tropes to get a text about a guy hitting on them in a grocery store
Okay but work with me here
There is actually a guy hitting on them.
Have a Good Friday bubbies 💕
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With three growing boys came a lot of groceries, on top of Harry who was a garbage disposal himself and ate like crazy - came the need for two groceries carts.
Harry had wandered off to pick up a forgotten item with Ezra in the little seat, Easton and Cash in the cart among the food item.
It was just YN waiting in a ridiculously long line to check out when a cart pulls behind her, and she hears someone cough to get her attention.
She turns to look and it’s a younger man with a white smile and a raised brow, “I just wanted to let you know you’re very beautiful.”
YN has to stop from making a face, instead pulls up her phone and sends out a quick text before sliding it back in her purse.
yn: better hurry up, some guy is hitting on me
She would normally ignore the comment but she’s just waiting for her husband to come and have a fit so she entertains the conversation.
“Thanks, that’s very sweet of you,” YN gives him a small smile and his eyes dart to her chest before reading it - it was a pretty plain tee with a Yankees logo on it.
“Fan of the Yankees? You’re too pretty to like baseball too,” The man laughs like the joke he said was just comical.
“Who’s you’re favorite player?” YN asks with a curious grin.
“Oh, Styles for sure. Have you heard of him, honey?” The man asks patronizingly like she’s a dumb, band-wagon fan.
“Uh, Styles?” She replies dumbly with wide eyes, “Is he the catcher?”
“Can I help y’mate?” Harry interrupts rudely, maneuvering his cart full of children in front of the man talking to his wife.
The guy legitimately gasps, “Y-you-you’re Har-Harry Styles.”
“Oh my god, that is Harry Styles!” YN remarks with faux surprise to irk her husband but it gets ruined when Ezra screeches, “Mama!”
Harry rolls her eyes at her but she doesn’t miss the little curve to his lip.
“I am. What can I help you with?” He asks gruffly, his hand going to cup the back of his wife’s neck protectively.
“I was ju-uh? I was talking er to this girl because of her s-shirt,” He rambles, the man’s hands were shaking with excitement and nerves.
“This girl is m’wife and I’d appreciate if you left her alone now,” Harry glares, “I think she’s off the market based on the fact that she gave me these three babies in tha’ cart.”
YN giggles when Harry gives her skin a slight squeeze, he was so hot when he was protective of her and their babies.
“Ca-can I have a signature?”
Easton furrows his brow, tossing the box of cereal to the side in the cart, and huffs out, “Leave us alone!”
Harry laughs, moving to shush him and shrug, “Y’heard him, leave us alone.”
And if that man goes around telling everyone Harry Styles is an asshole after that…well Harry couldn’t give a flying fuck.
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YN didn’t need Harry to tell a man to fuck off, obviously not, but it doesn’t mean that it wasn’t an opportunity to rile him up.
It’s in the pasta aisle, Harry had went to find the Cheerios that Beau had suddenly demanded with puppy dog eyes.
As she reaches for a box on the top shelf, someone steps behind her and grabs it for her - encroaching on her personal space.
“Here you go, doll,” A clean-shaven, business-looking man smiles as he hands her the box and steps back from her.
Beau and Olive were sitting in the cart, playing with the few toys YN had brought along to keep them entertained.
“Thanks,” YN scoffs but then realizes this is a perfect opportunity to fuck with her husband so she sweetens her tone and smiles, “You’re so tall.”
As he begins rambling, YN pulls out her cell phone and sends a quick text to her husbands.
yn: some guys in aisle six is trying to make me his house wife
She sees the message is read but he doesn’t reply.
It’s less than a minute before he’s striding back down the aisle - looking hotter than fucking ever if you asked his wife.
He was in his normal black skinny jeans and plain black tee, his curls pulled into a bun, black leather boots, and his body covered completely with tattoos.
“Can I fuckin’ help you?” Harry barks, right off the bat, lightly pushing his wife behind him in his normal protector mode.
“I was just offer some help to this beautiful lady,” The man smiles obnoxiously, puffing out his chest to appear bigger.
“My wife doesn’t need y’help,” He replies with a scoff, he was taller than the men and much more muscular - there was no chance.
The man falters for a moment before shrugging, “I just wouldn’t expect such an stunning girl to be with fuckin’ tattooed up scum like you. She’ll leave you.”
Harry has to use all of his self-control to not knock this man out, “Look at those fuckin’ babies, look exactly like me, don’t they? Because I put them in her. Pretty sure she isn’t gonna leave me.”
“Low life,” The man scoffs.
But then, Harry is narrowing his eyes, “Wait a minute, I know you. You’re Henry Clark.”
It’s obvious Henry is confused to how this man knows his name by his raised eyebrows.
“How do you know me?” He challenges.
“Because you owe me money,” Harry replies with a crooked grin.
“I don’t even know you!” Henry laughs with a honking, annoying sound.
“Oh, y’know me,” Harry is still smiling, he pulls up his tee slightly where he has a tattoo on his abdomen that matches the slogan on his gun.
Smile! You’ve met the devil!
Henry’s wide grin falls and his face pales without a seconds notice.
“Daddy, please!” Olive whines angrily after Beau smacks a box of crackers out of her hand with a baby giggle at his sister’s irritation.
“Excuse me a minute, don’t move,” Harry replies with a shit-eating smile, he lifts his shirt a bit more to flash his gun before turning to his kids.
YN had been distracted at looking over their grocery list, unconcerned about what was going on.
“Whassit, button?” Harry murmurs, thumbing away the tears on her ruddy cheeks.
“S’being mean,” Olive squeaks with sad, puppy eyes and a poured bottom lip - making grabby hands for her father, “Pick m’up, daddy.”
“S’kay, Beau - y’need to be nice t’your sister,” He tells his son seriously before turning back to the quivering man, “There better be £50,000 at the Third Street Shipping Ware house by midnight or I’m coming to find you.”
“Stop talkin’ daddy,” Olive complains, wanting his attention on her and not this random man. Her small hand comes to pat at his cheek, finger curiously touching the tattoo there.
“F-fine,” Henry agrees with a stutter, a sheen of sweat forming on his brow.
Harry snags a bag of cookies of the shelf to distract his daughter as he finishes their conversation, “If y’not there, I’ll gladly painted m’walls with y’blood.”
“I-I wi-will,” The man agrees, wiping his brow.
“Also, if y’tell anyone about m’babies - I’ll not only kill you but every single person you’ve ever loved if you even think about mentioning m’children,” Harry touches his gun with his free hand, “I have bullets w’your name on it.”
“Daddy, no more. Cuddle now?” Olive interrupts, unbothered or concerned by her father’s tight jaw and dangerous eyes.
“Get lost,” He demands before turning away from the man and kissing his daughter’s temple, “Y’want a cuddle, hm?”
“Please,” She whimpers, giggling when she feels her father’s slight scratchy stubble on her cheek before he’s hugging her close to his chest - protective and safe.
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The Boob Thing
Bucky Barnes x Reader
1.5k words
Summary: There are things we do that they will never understand, especially a man like him. (semi smut, breast play, slight body worship, we love tiddies here)
Author note: this concept is from my vault that I wrote with a friend for a different fandom, I decided to repurpose it since it got archived. Not my best work since I'm trying to get back in the groove after writing Problems Of A Spaceman but whatever, enjoy! (I have the attention span of a cube of sugar so there are probably mistakes, I re-read my work all the time so it will be fixed)
Bucky cleared his throat to break the comfortable silence he came home to, attempting to gain her attention as subtly as he could. She was curled up on their bed with a small book, almost in the exact place where he left her, but...not completely the same way as before.
It was one of those quiet days where they could do absolutely nothing if they so wanted, but he did slip out to take care of a few things so he could spend the rest of it with her undividedly. She was so engrossed in reading that she hadn’t even notice he left and came back all in the same hour. Though he wasn't gone long, he found her in an even more natural lounging position that caught him off guard at the very sight.
"Doll?" his words were stunted by something hidden in his voice.
She hummed back in response, not registering his presence until the next thing he ask tore her focus away completely.
“Are you...feeling yourself up?” she peeked around her book at him standing in the doorway.
Bucky had an amused expression from the moment he walked in and while he’d been watching her for the last couple of minutes before speaking up. He's not ashamed to admit that he waited to announce his presence to see if it was going to end up becoming another thing he liked to watch, but it sadly wasn't. She was...well he had no clue what she was doing.
All that matters is it was something that was happening without him.
She wore a loose-fitting shirt, but had one of her hands slipped inside and resting laxly on her right breast. As Bucky stood there unnoticed, she unconsciously squeezed every few moments like it was no big deal. To him, it wasn't normal unless he was involved or if she had her other hand in her panties, luring him over with those pretty eyes.
It seemed like she was doing it just to do it.
She put her book down, marked the page so she could get back to it later and shifted so she was laying against the many pillows littering the bed. Her other hand came to sit on her abdomen as the other remained in its place.
“Just pla—” her fingertips dipped under the bunched-up hemline of the shirt, leaving her underwear on full display.
“You playin' with yourself without me, sweetheart?” Bucky walked over to the end of the bed and crawled up to her.
Once he was hovering over her, he didn't make any moves to touch and watched with an adorable curiosity, though adorable might not be the right word to use while he raked over her skin.
“No!” she giggled, trying to explain herself to a man from a different time, "it's just...entertaining?"
“Entertaining...?” he licked his lips, trying his best to pay attention. She ran her foot up the side of his thick thigh and hooked it on his hip lazily. This type of intimacy was normal for them, but there was that one thing that wasn’t.
Bucky rested his forehead on hers as they exchanged glances from her chest, where he could just see the outline of her hand, and back up.
"Yeah, they are nice to play with," she said innocently.
She placed her free hand on his beside them that pressed into the mattress. He pulled their interlocking hands to his mouth and kissed her knuckles to hide a smirk at the words, keeping his lips against the soft skin.
“I know...” he wiggled his eyebrows.
She couldn’t help but laugh this time, "Not like that you dummy,"
Bucky snickered against the back of her hand as she continued to ramble on, “It's just something I do when I'm comfortable or relaxed...most of the time I don't even notice I'm doing it"
There wasn't a clear reason why she did it, sometimes it was sexual but it was also comforting to have something to hold or be held – it could even be the result of boredom. The mounds of flesh are coincidentally very squishy and anyone who owns a pair knew what she was talking about. Bucky did have quite the chest himself, but it wasn't as authentic as the real deal enough to understand.
“I still don’t get it” he said sheepishly, a humorous edge in his voice.
“Tell me what you don’t get, baby” She sighed, shaking her head at his ability to listen with any other organ except for his ears.
While he is distracted with the question, she pulled her hand out and unravelled theirs swiftly. He was pondered as she maneuvered her next movements carefully and made her move before he could even comprehend what was on his own mind. She positioned her hands to rest on top of his and slid them up her shirt to the untouched side of her chest. Her hand stayed firm on his as her bust filled his palm, he gaped down at her like it was the first time she’d ever done something like that.
"You're just asking for it, aren't ya?" he mused, the smirk kicking up the side of his mouth.
Bucky leaned in far enough that she witnessed his eye shift at the close proximity. She could tell he wanted to kiss her so badly, but his demeanour made it feel like he wanted to do a lot more. It still wasn't the priority, she was only trying to make him understand. She ignored the charming attempts to sway her and focused on urging his lower body with her leg to lay down beside her.
“What are ya tryin' to do now?” he planted himself like a tree so she couldn't move him.
“Shhh, let me show you what I mean... and behave yourself for once" she cocked her head pointedly.
He narrowed his eyes at her, all in good fun.
"Please...?" she added softly.
He grunted, “Alright”
Bucky plopped down in the crevice of her arm, halfway on top of her and remaining tangled between her legs where you could most often find him in one manner or another. He shifted until he found the right spot to lay his head and tuck his face into her neck without causing her discomfort, then slumping down on her anyway.
"How come've never seen ya do it before?" his warm hometown drawl melted into his muffled voice. That was the tell-tale signal that he was getting riled up and it went right over her head every single time. Not everyone is a hyper-observant supersoldier with a sensory reception level equivalent to a herd of African elephants during mating season. Once the accent comes out, it's game over.
"Because you usually have your hands up my shirt anyway, now shush"
He was already grinning like an idiot even before she encouraged him to squeeze the first time, and it only got wider from there. As she attempted to demonstrate what she meant, she closed her eyes to clear her mind so it would happen sincerely and without his influence. They laid there together, hands hidden by the fabric of an old shirt he let her pick from his closet, mimicking each other's movements until they inevitably synced up.
It wasn't even five minutes before he got impatient and started to place kisses where ever he could reach a few at a time, even getting to softly suck despite her warning. She had stopped guiding his hand after a while, letting him do it on his own and enjoying it in the process, it was so relaxing that she almost dozed off at one point.
He, on the other hand, was thinking the exact opposite because after he realized he had all the control, things went downhill fast for her. It could have been the crossed wires in his head or the miscommunication, he concluded that she was teasing him regardless of which it was.
"Do you get it n—"
Bucky popped his head up out of nowhere and surprised her with a kiss, laughing against her lips as she jolted at the sudden contact. He took the chance to move back over her and in between those legs where he belongs.
He pulled back once she ran out of breath and held her still, “I'm sorry, doll...it's jus' turnin' me on”
"Bucky…" she giggled
"You feel that...?" he ignored her as she ignored him, grinding his half-hard bulge against her inner thigh instead of listening. He showered her face with his lips while she squirmed under the covered thrusts, “I know ya like it, look…you love it”
“Bucky!” she broke into an even bigger fit.
He bit his beautifully full bottom lip as he looked from her face to her chest devilishly. He acted on the impure intent running rampant through his body before his cock could betray those thoughts with every pulse.
"I can’t help but get hard when you touch yourself like that…” he ran his hands up her torso. He pulled the shirt over the spot of his heated fixation and wetted his lips with hers again, “...I can make it even better”
He rushed out his whisper, “…we do it anyway, but it’s so fuckin' hot when you do it alone and try t’hide it from me...”
Bucky lowered his face to her chest and nuzzled thoroughly between the two mounds he pushed together. As he took in the scent of her skin, he fumbled his hand to squeeze one of them as he attacked the other with his enthusiastic mouth. Her top half was soaked from the progression of his sucking, licking and groping, but the feeling of it finished the job elsewhere.
“Bucky…” she whined.
That seemingly innocent, on her part, situation turned filthy in a matter of minutes. He hummed around her nipple at her changed tone and back to her lips to feel the noise against his.
"... you’re not gettin' out of it that easy" his muttering sentence escaped through the gaps in his kisses.
When he leaned up to take off his shirt, he gazed down at her flushed face beaming a smile. Her body was still begging for attention even when she tried to get away, but she didn't stand a chance. As usual, his influence diminished her willpower and he was able to claim another part of her entirely.
"Shhh..." Bucky lightheartedly moved his knees to either side of her to keep her pinned down, "...let me show ya how it's done, doll"
Even if he didn't fully understand what that thing was or what it meant, he sure knew how to use them.
© May 28th, 2021 by pepsicup
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Theater
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Female!Reader x Topper Thornton
Words: 1.7k+
Summary: You, Rafe and Topper meet at the theater and have some fun.
Warnings: (Top and Reader are a year younger than Rafe) Poly relationship. Threesome. Public sex. Fingering. Hand job. Mentions of cum. Orgasm denial. Some degrading and some praising. Wow, I’m going to fucking hell. IF YOU ARE A MINOR, DO NOT READ THIS!!!!!
DO NOT REPOST, REWRITE OR TRANSLATE ANY OF MY WORK!
Inspired by this queen’s work @msgorillagripcoochie
“Rafe, be careful” You hiss at the tall boy in front of you right as he almost trips and falls right in front of everyone by the entrance of the room.
A wave of shushes goes your way as you giggle while trying to find Topper in the middle of the dark cinema room and Rafe is the first one to spot him.
“Dude, why so in the back?” Rafe whispers as his eyes land on the younger boy.
The blonde doesn’t even spare the two of you a look, eyes completely glued to the movie that already had started playing way before you two came in.
“You guys are late” He spits back, annoyance thick on his tone.
“Sorry baby, we had to get popcorn” You apologize once noticing that Rafe isn’t even thinking about doing so.
Rafe takes a seat next to Topper and pulls you by your hand to come sit on his lap. You ungracefully fall on top of his legs as you fight a fit of giggles while wrapping an arm around his neck so can you lean on to him.
The people closest to your seats send glares your way at the sound of your faint giggles again but they all come unnoticed to you as you’re too distracted readjusting yourself on Rafe’s lap.
You pass Topper the popcorn and he takes it without even looking at you.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” You ask him, bringing your hand over to his cheek.
You smooth his skin with your thumb as he doesn’t answer and Rafe leans back on the chair while looking at you two.
“Is it because-” You start but stop when noticing that you’re talking way too loud, so you lean closer to him, “Is it because we were late?”
He sits silent for a few seconds.
“Of course, it was” He admits in a sigh, “I thought you guys fucking stood me up”
“Baby, we would never do that” You assure him, hand now laying over the back of his neck, close to his hair, “Ne-ver”
He nods, still without taking the eyes of the screen and you move a bit on Rafe’s lap so that you can lean in closer.
You lay a soft kiss over Topper’s cheek and he doesn’t even flinch. So you do it again. And again, and again. All until he moves his head and finally looks at you.
“We love you, yeah?” You ask against his lips, “We would never do that”
“Yeah,” He whispers back faintly.
You smile widely and close the space between you two, finally kissing him on his lips. And even with just a small peck, you have your second boy back.
Rafe looks away from you two, now more relaxed, and glances up at the movie. The one, you all completely forgot about.
“How did the test go?” Topper asks you in a whisper as you lean to the side, against Rafe’s chest.
“It went good, I think- but I don’t know, that teacher will always find something bad enough to bring my grade back down” You rant slightly, making both of your boys look at you, “what?”
“Does that mean you’re done with everything?” Rafe whispers into your ear teasingly and loudly enough for Topper to hear and smile.
“Yeah, I think so” You nod.
As the two boys exchange looks, Rafe lays his arm over your lap and his hand rests over your thigh, completely exposed by the skirt that had just moved with you when you leaned towards Top.
You stare at the two of them, not understanding the exchanging of looks but decide to let it slide.
“Can you guys stay over at mine, this time?” Rafe asks you two.
“And try and get caught by Ward Cameron himself?” You question sarcastically, “No, thank you”
“He won’t even be there tonight, I promise” He tries again, making you eye Top in question. “Please?”
You two look for any sight of ‘no’ on each other’s faces and you sigh.
“Fine” You answer.
“Fuck yeah. Thank you” Rafe celebrates, “I’m so fucking done with your creaky ass beds”
Top snorts loudly at his choice of words and you cover his mouth to try and stop him from angering the audience any more.
Rafe plants a kiss over your shoulder as his hands squeezes your thigh securely, and you look over at him while he lays his cheek over your arm. You uncover Topper’s mouth and he looks back at the two of you.
“What’s that look for?” Rafe questions.
“Nothing, just thinking” You answer.
The two boys share a look and a smile appears in their faces.
“You filthy, filthy...” Topper starts while shaking his head, making a sneaky smile cover your features.
“Didn’t know you had a thing of theaters, Y/N” Rafe whispers from beside you, hand trailing under the fabric of your skirt, away from anyone’s sight.
His fingertips trail the inside of your thigh and you quietly gasp at the feeling of his cold rings against the sensitive skin.
His teasing starts to make your breathing heavy as you stare at Topper and steal glances, at the same time, at the other boy’s hand, disappearing under your clothes.
“What if we get caught?” You manage to whisper as Rafe’s hand reaches closer and closer.
“We won’t if you stay quiet” Topper whispers back with a smirk.
As the boy in front of you leans forward to plant a peck over your lips softly, Rafe’s hands reach your underwear. And with a swift movement, he moves it to the side and slides his middle finger right between your lips.
You gasp as Topper pulls away from the kiss and he smiles while looking over at Rafe.
“You’re soaked, baby”
You almost moan out loud at his words. Not from what they mean but from the risk of saying it out loud, whispering it in front of almost 30 people.
Topper lays his hands over your knees and spreads them just so slightly, granting Rafe’s hand way more space.
Rafe’s finger moves up and down ever so slightly from your entrance to gather some of your wetness and he brings up to your clit, massaging it smoothly with ease.
You bite your lip to fight off your moan and look down to see under the dim lighting, Rafe’s hand and half of his forearm disappearing from under your dark skirt. You can see his arm moving slightly to follow his finger’s movements, and you almost moan at the sight of that one prominent vein that peeks from under his skin. Something he has gained by working out so much with Topper.
The sound of kissing beside you makes you look up and you smile at the sight of your two boys leaning in to each other and kissing.
You look around just to make sure everyone is too focused in the movie to notice the three of you and you smile as everyone doesn’t even look like their planning to ever look away from the screen.
Your hands wraps itself around Rafe’s wrist as he, out of nowhere, speeds up and you start breathing slightly louder.
“You liking that, uh?” Rafe whispers at you and you glance at him, to find him and Top smiling at you teasingly.
You smile back and lean in to kiss one of them. Topper’s lips meet yours first and Rafe takes that opportunity to speed up just a tiny bit more.
You breathe out loudly as you pull away from Topper and you can already feel the pleasure building up right at the end of your belly.
You lean in and kiss Rafe as well, laying your hand over the side of his neck as your other rests over Topper’s. And right as your tongue touches Rafe’s, you moan at the feeling of two fingers entering you.
Rafe deepens to kiss to muffle your sounds, saving you three from gaining any looks and getting caught, and you pull away, panting as the feeling builds up more and more, and look down confused.
It’s not Rafe’s fingers, it’s Topper’s.
You wrap your arm back around Rafe’s neck for support and bite your lip with the smirk as the two boys make you feel so good, it’s unexplainable.
“You’re such a spoiled little brat,” Rafe whispers at you right against your ear, “Always getting what you want, right?”
You nod at his words before sending him a teasing look and Topper takes that opportunity to speed up his movements, curling his fingers a few times into his thrusts.
You throw your head back slightly and hold in your breath to try and restrain your sounds.
“Look at us” Topper whispers, making you lift your head at them and do as told, “Good girl”
Your walls cling onto his fingers at his words and he smiles proudly as he feels it. You accidently move your hips, rotating them to follow Rafe’s movements and a groan escapes the boy’s throat.
You had been sitting over him all along.
You lean in a bit and lay your hand over Topper’s lap, right over his crotch, exactly where you can already feel him through the fabric. Weird position, but affective to try and make both of your boys feel good.
As you move your hips and slide your hand in Top’s boxers, you match the rythim of their movements making them both hiss out loud.
“You’re so good to us” You hear one of them whispering, head going foggy as the pleasure intensifies. “So good”
“Fuck, I’m... so-” You whisper at them but stop by feeling Topper curling his fingers against your walls right as you start talking.
Rafe covers your mouth with his spare hand and brings in closer to his chest as his middle and pointer finger continue circling your clip more and more quickly by the second.
“Can I come, please?” you try to plead, but your voice his muffled by his hand.
You honestly lost hope to ever get an answer, right there and then. They probably didn’t even hear you.
“Be good for us and hold in for a just a little longer” Rafe whispers into your hair, making not only almost sigh in relief, but also lean your head back to try and pleade him with your eyes, “You can do it, baby”
Your movements are getting sloppier and sloppier. Your hips aren’t even holding a right rythim anymore, just like your hand. They’re helplessly moving in hopes that maybe, just maybe, they can finally bring you over the edge.
Rafe starts laying kisses all over your shoulder, pulling with his teeth the strap of your shirt away to try exposing even more skin. He’s just as close as you are.
Top’s spare hand wraps around yours, guiding it as you squeeze him just right.
You look around the room as you helplessly move as silent as you can, and the sight of so many people staring at the screen, completely oblivious to what is going on behind them, just made you want to moan out loud.
The risk of just one person curious enough to look over their shoulder and see two guys’ hands under a girl’s skirt, as the girl’s hips move in sloppy circles over her boyfriend’s dick and her hand clings to the other boyfriend’s cock; just makes you want to crash right there and then.
“Please” you try to cry out, tears already building up at the end of your eyes.
Rafe shushes you right in your ear and eyes Topper over your shoulder with a smirk.
The two boys look each other and speed the movements of their fingers one final time.
“You can come, princess” Topper whispers as he leans just enough for you to hear him.
With just those words, two more thrusts of his fingers and unaccountable movements from Rafe’s, you come. Pleasure erupts through your body like chills, making your body shake under their touch uncontrollably in ridiculously small spams.
Rafe holds you close to him in hopes that your movements wouldn’t catch anyone’s attention and the boys come right after you. He bites the crook of your neck as he does it, trying to muffle his own sounds and Topper lets go of himself to try and cover his mouth.
You three lean back as you come down from your highs, and your chests move rapidly as you pant your way back to reality.
Topper pulls his fingers out of you slowly, and so does Rafe, who is careful to move your underwear back to its previous place before moving his hand away.
You lean against his shoulder while looking at the two boys in disbelief.
“I can’t fucking believe we just did this” You whisper at them.
It was 4:26am and I wrote this... so sorry if this is awful.
(I’m posting this even though I’m not confident about it because this blog deserves more smut. even if it’s bad, just saying) *I just need to practice, I think, haha*
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Can I have Saiki fluff
kusou, let’s sleepover!
(saiki kusou x reader)
<3 note: thank you so much for the request my dear! sorry it took so long i’m in the middle of alot of things right now. but i hope this is ok!
<3 warnings: a small bit of swearing, just fluff.
<3 things to know: gender neutral reader. pink: is saiki’s thoughts, green is saiki talking to the reader through thoughts, black is saiki and reader talking normally. purple is readers thoughts. << it’s a lot i’m sorry!!
you and saiki have been dating for three months on this saturday and the time has flown by! another thing that’s flown is how quick he got comfortable around you, having an arm around your shoulder while watching movies and even holding your pinkie when you go shopping. in school he always looked so reserved and kept to himself, that’s what drew you to him though. and when you found an envelope with a letter in your shoe locker telling you to meet them at the local park later on, you felt like turning them down cause you liked saiki!. but something, you don’t know what, but something was telling you that you need to go. and low and behold stood kusou saiki with his head down asking if you wanted to go to the local café this weekend. and obviously you said yes!
3 months later and were in the same café scoffing down some coffee jelly and (fav. food). you brought him here because you wanted to ask him something important. to have a sleepover for your anniversary! honestly, you were scared to ask him, what if he completely shoots you down? god that would be embarrassing. but all your friends and their partners have slept over together countless times. okay, no more delaying do it now while he’s in his element.
“ku? can i as-” “don’t call me that, it reminds me of my mom remember” “oh sorry sorry i forgot! anyway umm i was wondering if, for our you know, anni..versary if you’d like to uh sleepover?” when you look up to see his reaction is eyes are wide and he’s slightly coughing on his coffee jelly. ‘shit, i killed him’. you thought. “it’s okay if you don’t want to i understand we can do something else!” “no!” he slightly yelled. “i mean.. yeah i’d like to do that”. “y-you do? i mean, yeah that’s good! i was thinking saturday?” “yeah that’s sounds good, by the way, can we do it at your house? my parents are too annoying” his genuine cringe at the thought made you laugh. “of course we can, we can do different things throughout the night to! we could.. order a takeout, then watch a movie with lots of sweets, then maybe, just maybe do paint our nails or do some karaoke” the last one is just to see his reaction knowing how much he dislikes karaoke. “i’m not to fond of that last one, but the rest sound fun” ‘maybe this would be nice, i shouldn’t think that it won’t be’.
the week went quickly thankfully and you walked to meet saiki on midday saturday with a spring in your step. “kusou!” your slightly raised voice caught his attention causing him to turn his head in your direction and make his way to your approaching form. without thinking you pulled him into a hug in the middle of the street. “oh sorry i should’ve asked before i did that!” he pulled away first smoothing out your skirt that rode up telling you: “it’s fine don’t worry about it so much, let’s go” and taking your pinky and linking it with his. looking at the side of his face you took in his handsome features and how nice he looked in his outfit. it was a purple sweater with black flames and blue jeans you got him.he wasn’t to fond of it at first but seeing how excited you were to give it to him he eventually broadened his style.
you both wanted to meet in the town so you could buy the sweets, drinks and facemasks for tonight and then get the takeout on the way home. there wasn’t many people out, they’re probably all at home it’s dinner time anyway. looking down at saiki’s hand you noticed the ring on his pointer finger he always wears when he’s with you. “kusou? where did you get your ring it’s so nice!, i might try find a different colour one for myself” “it was, a gift, yes a gift”. conversations carried on as normal as they day bled into the evening and you both left the shopping district with two bags full of the essentials. the final stop of the day was the local chinese you both enjoyed eating from and you got your food given to you nice and quickly.
arriving at your door you opened it and placed the bags on the kitchen table to give your poor hands a rest. “could you get the bowls for the sweets for me and sort them out while i dish up kusou?” “of course”. dinner was really nice the both of you talking when your mouths weren’t full about things that happend and every few minutes you’d show him a funny tiktok you’d seen that he’d actually huff out a laugh at, but covered it up with a cough saying that “it’s silly”. ever the gentleman he helped you wash and dry the dishes before following your skipping figure to the living room to plop on the couch and randomly picked a movie out. ‘ah a horror’ ‘good grief of course a horror’.
the movie was actually quite scary giving the both of you a few scares the whole way through. you didn’t want to be forward and do the usual ‘curl into your partners side’ when it got scary, but your body moved on it’s own and you were clutching his lower arm and holding his bicep slightly over your eyes. ‘hmm cute’. as the end credits rolled you let out a breath and let your iron grip on his arm to stretch your own above your head. “that wasn’t that scary, it barely got me” “yeah, my dead arm says otherwise” “oh shush smart ass!” you turned to his smirking figure to land a slap on the said arm. “ouch! careful it’s sore” “awe poor ku-chan has a sore arm hm? want me to kiss it better for you baby?” “never ever let them words leave your mouth around me again”. his disgust had you throwing your head back and clapping your hands together in a laughing fit.
it just turned 10:03pm and the two of you were sitting crossed legged on your bed. you had saiki’s hand on a pillow on your lap trying to apply the green nail polish to his nails without messing up. finishing both hands you picked them up and held them in front of his face to show him the four green nails and one pink on the middle finger of each hand. yours were the same except you had the green on your middle and the rest pink. “well what d’ya think? nice aren’t they?” “mmh, thank you”.
a few hours past of playing a game of monopoly, in which kusou completely dominated, watching your guys favourite youtuber play scary games and then watch a few episodes of the show you both liked. the time was 1:54am when the pair of you let out a yawn at the same time ending in a small laugh. deciding it was time to sleep you let saiki get changed in the toilet down the hall while you stayed in your room till he came back to tell you it was okay to come brush your teeth. “kusou, do you want some water? i’m getting some for myself” “oh, yeah please (y/n)”. he was left alone to look at the four walls of your bedroom. he wasn’t really being nosy, he was just curious. wait, how could he just have now noticed? there’s no spare blanket or futon. we’re you going to share a bed? ‘i mean, i’m not opposed to the idea, i wonder if they realised as well’.
“here you go! sorry i took so long” “don’t worry you’re fine”. “oh yeah i was gonna ask, do you want to sleep on the floor or we can share my bed, it’s a double one so we won’t be squished” “i don’t mind sharing as long as your comfortable” ‘why is he so sweet and caring!’. “i’m turning the lights off is that ok?” “yeah it’s fine, don’t let the monster get you though” he said while digging his fingers into your side when you jumped back on the bed. “whaa! agh don’t scare me like that!, meanie”.
you couldn’t really sleep after you said your goodnights, you were tired but seeing him look so relaxed while lying on his side facing you made you feel wide awake. the urge to place a small kiss on his lips was killing you, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to. ‘what if he’s fake sleeping? god he’ll think i’m a freak.’ no you could tell by the way his breathing was soft and lips slightly parted that he was definitely out for the count. before you could react you were leaning forward to place a small, quick, but sweet kiss on his pink lips. ‘oh my god why did i just do that, why did i jus-‘ “kissing me in my sleep? you didn’t strike me as the type (y/n)”. “you’re awake?! why are you fake sleeping?” “why are you kissing me hm?” “c-cause i wanted to!” you said sticking your tongue out. “well i never said i was mad, i just wish i could’ve been awake” “you were awake jackass” “nope i was sleeping, counting sheep if you will” “oh you got jokes now huh?” “i always have jokes i’ll have you know” “just go back to dream land then funny guy” turning over to have your back facing him you closed your eyes until you felt the mattress behind you dip and a soft breath by your ear. “not even a ‘goodnight kusou’ how cruel”. tired of his silly antics your turn halfway to be met with his face above yours. pulling him down to lightly press another peck on his lips you whispered: “goodnight kusou”. before turning fully the other way and snuggled into his chest. you don’t know where the sudden confidence came from but it felt nice to have the stoic kusou saiki cuddled up in your bed with his arms around your middle and a light blush dusting his cheeks. “goodnight (y/n)” was the last thing you heard before the clouds of dreams took over you.
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How sf9 would warm up their s/o who's cold
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This is pure fluff and made as little (and very cheesy) scenarios.
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➹Youngbin:
he definitely analyzes your outfit and nags at you if you are wearing a too thin coat for his taste. He meets you and immediately touches the fabric and look into your eyes with a questioning look, he repeats your name without clearly mentioning the issue. In any case, you know what he means and just laugh it off. "Binnie, take it easy. Look, I'm pretty.,"You draw a sweet smile from him. “Yes, baby, you’re stunning in this color.”
As soon as you cross your arms before your chest in a sign of cold, he starts to rub your upper arm and pulls your body against his. Close to your ear, you hear his voice in a warm tone "Princess, I guess we should come back home right now so I can cuddle you properly" He doesn't mind if people are looking, just suggests you to insert your hand inside his long coat pocket as you head to the parking lot.
➹ Inseong:
You get habituated to have your boyfriend glued to you during cold days, he insists that only you can warm him right. So you laid some pecks on his clothed shoulder and let him be. Once you start to feel the cool breeze provoking shivers on you for real, he helps you at covering your neck with the coat you have on, he even takes off his own scarf to lend you. “We should have stayed home” he complains paying attenction to your facial expression and touching your icecube-like cheeks.
You and Inseong are rarely seen outside in very cold days. You prefer your dates to take place in the confort and warmth of your house, sometimes his. He orders some hot food, takes the remote control and covers both of you with multiple blankets, wishing that nothing makes you stand up from that couch, the coziest pillow fort.
➹Jaeyoon
Jaeyoon is naturally a clingy boyfriend. As soon as you comment on the temperature, he nests you onto his chest and caresses the back of your head, tenderly messing your hair with his sweater paws. The soft wool of his clothing also touches your face and makes you smile. “Y/N, you’re suddenly so silent” he notices as you snuggle on him, your embrace tightening around his body, a Teddy bear.
“You are so warm and smell good.” Your voice is muffled but you do not bother to pull back from his chest. You can feel as he sighes, clearly melted by your words, he surely has a silly smile making his eyes become two half moons. You take adventage of his body for some minutes more before he invites you to his place.
➹Dawon:
You do not even need to say. If you shrink a little bit when you are on the balcony looking as the snow flakes, he knows it. Sanghyuk does not say a word, he purely runs inside and comes back with a fluff blanket to lay over your shoulders. You thank him, but he just shakes his head in response and brushes his nose against yours. The cold touch makes both of you chuckle like two idiots.
You accept his embrace, his gesture mantains the blanket exactly where it has to stay. “Tell me when you want to go inside.” he says calmly and kisses your forehead. You spend some minutes more just apreciating the light flakes that sweetly cross down your sight.
➹ Rowoon
Asks multiple times if it is too cold for you. “Are you sure?” He fixes your cold cap covering your ears, his face gets a bit serious but in the end he messes with a lock of your hair and whispers how pretty you are, making you shy. ”Now my face is getting hot.”
“That’s the idea” he jokes.
He takes you inside the closest restaurant if you insist that it is not too cold. Prefers sitting by your side over across from you, so he can mantain you close. You laugh when he asks you to open your mouth big, but there is alredy a generous portion of noodle held in the chopstick.
➹ Zuho:
Ju immediately interprets your complain about the cold weather as a good reason to head back home and cuddle until you both fall asleep. “We don’t need to be cold when my place is so warm for us” he suggests lifting your face to him by the chin. “What do you say, love?” he asks slightly pouty. How to say no??
You easily find your pajamas inside one of his drawers and change into them so your bodies can meet again in his bed. Both of you sleep quite quickly, only to be waken up a few hours later by Kkompaeng and Huru waking graceously on top of you, his low meows calling you out of cozy dreams. Juho shushes them, settling their fluff frames between the two of you. Your eyes weight and you doze off once again.
➹Yoo Taeyang
He notices how cold your hands are and cage them on his, making them disappear for a while. "Oh my God, you need gloves". You can see so much concern in his face as you struggle to not shake, managing to smile and say you are alright. He blows the warmth of his own breath a little bit, then buys you a coffee so you can come back home before you freeze.
Taeyang prefers taking you to your own place, where he can watch as you get comfortable in your cough or bed. He loves the soft smell radiating from your blankets. "You won't ask me to leave, will you?" he asks as he looks you unfolding that large cover that you have just picked from the wardrobe. "My love, I'm sure that we both fit under this blanket right here"
➹ Hwiyoung:
None of you seem to be willing to enter before the eclipse starts, the sky is perfect for witnessing such phenomenon. In any case, you admit you should have take a blanket with you. Despite Younkyun proximity to you, it is impossible to not shake at some point. He notices your struggle and pulls you between his legs. “Not the best weather to stay in the rooftop”. You hear him murmur behind you, tightening his embrace around you in every way he can, therefore with legs and arms.
“Why did the sky chose to be this beautiful in such a freezing night?” you complaim knowing that you eventually is going to need a real blanket, same for your boufriend. He plays it cool, but he smoothly shivers as well. “This is a hard question, love”. You forget about the eclipse for a second as your eyes get stuck on the view of your legs folded together.
➹Chani:
He is always going to offer his own coat, he simply cannot bear with your shaking next to him. The way you shrink your frame trying to warm yourself (and failing) just gets his heart in pain. There is no way of convincing him otherwise, he definately takes off his warm item and envolves you with it. “Don’t say a word, baby. It’s better now, right?” he asks tilting his head to the side to appreciate how cute you look protected in his coat.
You both need to find a rescue or go home quickly because soon or later, he is going to be cold just like you were. You cup his face, nose and cheeks getting redish. "Chani, I am very thankful for your gesture but we still need make you warm." You could warm him up in public, but you know it would make him shy. The two of you eventually make your way home in a hurry because you promised that you would spoil him with warm cuddles and kisses.
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demon’s kiss
24/7
(OM! Demons/Reader)
i: Satan - 5:35AM
Satan’s kisses are sunbursts, rimmed sweet from morning precipitation as he guides, goads, without a breath of hesitation. Nipping, skimming your bottom lip, he engulfs wholly, utterly, and you’re always left a little mesmerised, a little giddy.
Fingers running up your side and down, and you giggle into his mouth, into the quiet evaporating gasps when he pulls away and he pecks the tip of your nose with emerald-flecked mischief.
“Wide-awake, are we?”
ii: Diavolo - 6:30 AM
Diavolo’s kisses are open-mouthed, hopping from your lips to your jaw, to the dip of your neck and your clavicle. His body wash lingers, warm, faintly musky as you ball the fabric of his shirt, tugging him a little closer.
Laughter shivering your skin, biting at you playfully, nuzzling into you, his hair tickling before he reaches up to your lips once again. It’s a little rushed, a little sloppy, but you find that it suits him just as well, and he cradles you when he pulls away, even if it’s brief.
“I have to get up,” is his soft, chuckling plea and, as much as you’d like him to stay, you surrender him to his work. Brushing your hair to the side, he whispers the promise of his return, a dinner together and a reward you’d very much like to sink your teeth into.
iii: Beelzebub - 12:00 PM
Despite his intimidating build, Beelzebub’s kisses are tender, mellow, bitter caramel and pudding between his teeth. He handles you with a delicate touch and you’re precious in his arms, your hands up against his chest, the strong beat of his heart thrumming under your palm.
Never pushing, never forcing, he always seems to back away just before you do, your name tumbling in honeyed dulcet tones. An endearing smile smoothed by affection, warmed by the kitchen heat, you raise your hand to cup his cheek and he gladly presses into you.
“You taste sweet,” he confesses, thumbing a peck into your palm, and you chuckle at how unabashed, how honest he always is.
“Thank you.”
iv: Asmodeus - 2:00 PM
Coloured in rose perfume, Asmodeus’ kisses flatter you, coiling in an intoxicating swirl of indigo and peach as he pins you down against his bed, his knee between your legs and his hands flitting across your figure. You shudder into his caress, back arching when he traces the length of your abdomen, the swell of your hip, the curve of your thighs.
Giggles spill into your mouth, the shell of your ear, unsparing in his touches as he bares warm flesh to cool air, to warmer palms, relishing in the way you’re sighing his name in praise. He adores you with sugared compliments, his lips grazing every inch of you in fluttering pecks, a topaz gaze transfixed by the blush of your body.
He always stops, just as you’re at the precipice of it all, coyly slinking back, taking you into an embrace while he smooths you out.
“Sorry,” he winks, grinning, knowing. “I got a little too carried away.”
v: Belphegor - 5:45 PM
Taking all the time in the world, Belphegor’s kisses are, oddly, patient. He nips at your bottom lip as his thumb strokes your cheek, humming your name, brushing your hair back. Through violet eyes, he admires.
When he finally presses his lips against yours, everything around you seems to flicker ablur, quelling into a silence as you ease in his arms. Mint peppery on your tongue, tart with raspberries and dewed in stardust, holding you tighter still. He’s gentle, if not unyielding.
No matter how many times he breaks away, gives you space, he’s never really distant, his lips hovering yours for a few heartbeats before he captures you again. Languorously, he showers you with quiet affection, fingers running across your arms, resting at your waist, and you always feel ethereal in his touch, as though you’re floating, as though you’re in a dream.
Pulling away for the last time, you watch him in a daze as he thumbs a light kiss to your eyelid, the crescent of smile etching itself before he chuckles at the sight of you.
“Again?” he asks and you nod. Wordlessly, without any hesitation, he lulls you back in.
vi: Barbatos - 7:00 PM
Earl grey and rose petals, and crème Chantilly; that’s the only indication of Barbatos’ kiss today. You swear you feel him soft against your lips, the ever slight hand on the small of your back, his hair tickling your eyelids when he bends, but when light floods your vision, he’s a good few spaces away.
You’re not sure if you’re to believe it happened or not, your fingers skimming your bottom lip as though it would jolt the process of a recollection. You hear him chuckle quietly and you look up to meet the serpentine gleam of his gaze.
Pressing a finger to his mouth, a smile curling at the edges, he sends a small hush that makes you warm with blush, the thrill of your intimacies being kept under wraps tingling across skin.
“Later,” and with that, he assures you that this isn’t the last you’ll be seeing of him today.
vii: Mammon - 10:25 PM
Under the flickering fluorescence of a dying street lamp, the aftermath of a sudden shower, the slight bittersweet tang of Demonus, Mammon’s kisses are uncharacteristically bold.
Hands clinging, wandering, roaming the side of your thighs, your waist, your face as he pulls you flush against him with his other. Balling his shirt in your fists, you tug and he deepens the entwinement, teeth skimming your lip before his tongue tangles yours, brash as he always is, though the way he strokes your cheek is as kind as ever.
Hovering, lingering, when you break for air, he shies his gaze away and you’re met with the sight of him, blushed twice over to the tips of his ears. You laugh, wondering where all his bluster’s gone, pressing a peck onto his cheek that stiffens him straight as he looks at you, wide-eyed and nothing short of surprised.
“Y-ya can’t jus’ do tha’ outta nowhere!” he stumbles, frowning as he does, though the soft look he fixes on you betrays it. Without so much of a warning, he hoists you up and you yelp, your arms finding purchase on the strong line of his shoulder while your legs wrap around his waist, his hand slipping under your thigh to support you.
“Mammon!” you yell and he lets out a giddy, unrestrained chortle.
Kissing the top of your cheekbone, he smirks. “Payback,” and he captures your lips once again, rapturous.
viii: Leviathan - 12:00 AM
Leviathan’s kisses tremble in your mouth, quivering ever just when you return his affections in earnest, hugging you tighter as you lean back against his chest. He’s awkward, unsure, but he holds you with a tenderness that makes your heart melt.
He leaves the ocean on your lips, mellowly sweet and herbaceous, and you shift in his lap to bury your head into the crook of his neck, the scent of brine and saltwater clinging to him like second skin.
“D-don’t do that,” he stutters out. You peek out from below and raise a brow in question, and he seems to slump, the sunset across his blue eyes dulling. “I smell; I’m a yucky otaku after all.”
Pressing your hand to his chest as you rise up to peck the edge of his lips, and he stumbles at the suddenness. “You’re not,” is your answer and he bites the inside of his cheek, looking away, flustering and fumbling before you raise your hand to his cheek to focus on you.
He holds his breath for a moment then, before his shoulders relax. He doesn’t ask for any confirmation, he just simply allows himself to trust your words, to hold you tighter with a little more confidence. Tugging the blanket that swaddles the both of you closer, you can only sigh as he starts to hum, soft and melodic, and not nearly as often as you’d like him to.
With the waves crashing frail at the shell of your ear, you rest yourself flush against him, clutching his shirt, eyes fluttering close. A featherlight kiss onto the top of your head and the sea swallows you into a fitful slumber.
ix: Lucifer - 3:30 AM
Incandescence rims him gold, the smell of juniper spiced and woody, grating the metallic tang of fresh ink as his fingers brush your cheek. Underscored by bitter coffee, Lucifer’s kisses are the aftermath of countless sleepless nights.
His lips are harsh against yours, clashing, bruising, the hand on the back of your neck pushing your forward as his teeth skim your mouth. Breaking away, your fingers twine his hair, tugging him closer when he trails kisses down your jaw, shuddering as he bites and suckles on a particularly sensitive spot on your neck, your hand coming up to his chest, the other gripping the chair’s arm.
With one last peck to your newly formed love mark, he pulls apart, drinking in his handiwork with a proud gleam. “Beautiful,” he hums and you flush, clicking your tongue at him; he raises a brow. “No?”
“Somewhere less obvious would’ve been better,” you huff out. Chuckling, he brings your hand from his chest to his lips and a shiver runs through you when he levels a devilish gaze at you.
“That would’ve completely missed the point,” he answers and you roll your eyes, shaking your head, but he’s unperturbed, thumbing a kiss to your wrist. “Besides, red suits you.”
As if to prove him right, warmth floods your cheeks and he laughs once more, a little freer this time, with less of an arrogance. You lean forward, just slightly, before you glance at the clock on his table. He appears to have followed your line of sight, because he clears his throat and straightens his back.
“You can go ahead and sleep first,” he encourages, assures; you shake your head.
“Not unless you are,” you assert and his mouth opens in protest, yet you shush him by continuing. “Paperwork can wait, your sorry excuse of a sleep schedule can’t.”
He frowns at that. “I have a sleep schedule.”
“Last I checked, three hours isn’t a sleep schedule,” you retort.
“It’s still sleep.”
“Lucifer.”
At that, he complies, allowing you to disentangle yourself from him as he stands. He’s still reluctant, you can tell, so you reach up to cup his face in your hands and pull him down to meet your eyes.
“Please, get some rest.”
He tenses for a moment, though it doesn’t last long. His stare softens as his mouth curls into a small smile, his hand taking yours before he nods.
“Alright.”
Tenderly, gently, he leads you to the bed and takes you into his arms in a rare display of intimacy. Fingers carding through your hair, his chest falling and rising in rhythm, you drift off with his heartbeat in your ears.
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What Remains of a Butterfly
Summary: A glimpse into the after; of where you and Arthur find yourselves after the fall of the Van der Linde gang.
Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Female Reader
Tags: fluff, mild mentions of smut
Word Count: 2.6k
A/N: a gift for the lovely and kind-hearted @actuallyhansolo, though this piece was inspired by a prompt I received in my inbox ages ago. I hope you enjoy ♥ Also a big thank you to @the-halo-of-my-memory for being the best beta I could ask for :)
1905 — Gallatin, Montana;
“Try not to squeeze ‘er with your heels, else the horse’ll canter. You wanna grip her sides with your legs,” calls out Arthur from across the front pasture. A little neigh follows, carrying through the heavenly sigh of the breeze whistling down through the forests and into the valley you called home. Thistle and larkspur waver in its wake, flowing and flawing with streaks and splashes of color, and the hum of bumble bees fills the air. The only intrusion to the symphony of nature’s awakening is the occasional creak of dead wood as your seat on the front porch leans, forwards then backwards.
Overhead, a flock of warblers glide across the sky. Their song, a rising whistle, twittering and sweet, melds with the leathered yet honeyed tone of Arthur’s voice. A gentleness he reserved for one special person laces his rough timbre. Your eyes draw away from your knitting needles at the sound, and the sight that greets you warms your heart.
Your daughter Cora sits astride a chestnut pony, the straw hat covering her head askew. From beneath the floppy brim the early morning sunshine warms her cheeks, revealing the determined twist of her mouth as she heeds her father’s instruction. She hangs onto the reins and her hat, her neat braid bouncing as the horse trots in circles in the grass. Autumn’s hooves below her thud the earth softly, her cinnamon tail flicking and catching the gold of the sun all the while.
A long, satisfied breath fills your lungs. The windsong, calm as a seaside, lulls you into a deep state of bliss as you listen to the harmony it inspires in the surrounding land. Your porch chair rocks as you hum a thoughtful melody, stitching together the tight, blue row of a sock while taking in the splendors of the hour.
From a thousand places in the grass, little gems of dew wink back rainbows in the sunrays. Clouds drift seamlessly along the horizon like the verses of a poem, embellishing a sky flushed the color of a ripe peach. The sunlight has breached the distant snow-patched mountain peaks, its golden warmth lifting the mantle of fog settled deep in the green dark shadows of the valley. The wind rises forever and again, breathing life into the lungs of the cottonwood forest and stirring all that lay deep within wide awake. Woodpeckers flit amongst the treetops in their quest for insects, but all around far and near bird song prevails.
Comforted by the gift of your present, you tug free more yarn from the basket beside you. A hummingbird visits the columbines growing along the side of your homestead as you knit, gone in a flash of bronze. You pause at the boon of its appearance, but your eyes distractedly settle across the way.
Arthur leans on the paddock fence with his elbows propped up as he watches over Cora. A cup of coffee steams in his hand. He raises it and takes a sip, and you note with amusement that only three of his fingers fit through the handle. His fingernails are clean and square against the tin.
In all of your time together you never tired of the way the morning light poured over his tall frame. A heavenly gold illuminates the outlines of his arms and shoulders in his cotton white shirt. His sleeves, rolled humbly up to his elbows, display his tanned forearms, and a pair of dark suspenders divide his strong back handsomely. You never ceased to appreciate how lucky you were to have this view daily, and with each day, your love for Arthur and your family grew tenfold.
After a hearty breakfast of pancakes and eggs, Arthur took your daughter out to the horse pasture to learn how to ride—much at her own insistence and prodding. From a young age Cora shared his deep respect for horses and spent time with the ones you kept every day, grooming, feeding, and bonding with them. In the mornings you washed the dishes together, and afterwards, Cora bolted outside eager to start her lesson.
Today Arthur had lingered in the kitchen once the porch door slammed shut behind her and you were at once alone. The tick of the clock on the floral-papered wall was the only sound for a moment, until Arthur withdrew from the table.
You stood before the washing basin, drying a plate with a dish towel and adding it to a stack on the counter when he slipped his arms around you from behind and held you close. All of your quiet thoughts of the arriving day paused. Together, you breathed in. Your eyes closed. No words were needed between you to speak of the content that settled in your hearts then. He had only hummed a deep sound that passed through you, and began to gently sway you in a dance as you both basked warmly in the window. A jar of amber honey on the sill bloomed light, pouring gold like a waterfall. The birds sang—they always sang in this heavenly place—and you tilted your head back against his broad chest. You melted in his arms when his mouth pressed upon yours and it was a long, blind time before he pulled away.
When the kiss ended his forehead softened against your brow, him stealing a moment to remember you like this. He traced his thumb along the curve of your cheek, a sense of deep wonder speaking through his touch, and you sighed your assent.
In the beginning doubts plagued him. Years before when he knelt before you with a ring amidst a meadow of lupines, his hands held the slightest tremble until you took them into your own, guiding the pale stone down your finger and kissing away his uncertainties. He made promises to do right by you, and he kept every one of them.
In time, he came to believe in the second chance life had granted you both. It made it all the more fortuitous that your first child was a girl.
The embrace in the kitchen was one of beyond number. Arthur was a man of few words but many looks, so you understood his silent language of showing thankfulness. From the careful touch of his hands, moving as if to measure and memorize your importance to him, to the curve of his blooming half-smile, his expression voiced an ineffable gratitude and a disbelief that you shared this life together. His devotion never waned, but the encumbrance of the past did, the fetters that once hindered your steps toward freedom breaking when he built this homestead for you. They shattered forever when you first told him you were pregnant, standing on the porch in the twilight, his arms in their favorite place around you.
When the tingle of his kiss dissipated from your lips, your eyes had been slow to open at last.
“What was that one for?” You murmured in the space between you.
His soft, sage green gaze found yours, and the love in his eyes could not be misunderstood or undervalued. As always, your heart melted like the April snows at the warmth that look bloomed in your chest.
“Nothin’. Jus’…all you do is make me happy,” he confessed, following the gentle ways the angle of the sun fell upon your face.
“Oh you.”
With your heart strings plucked, you turned in the circle of his arms to embrace him. You nuzzled your nose along the endearing divot of his and let the softness of his smile melt against yours once more. The tannic scent of oak and pine and the musk of gun oil seeped into your senses, and you let yourself get carried away and intoxicated with his nearness and the rasp of his beard beneath your touch.
Cora’s prompting from outside tethered Arthur to his promise and he broke away from you with a sigh, although his warm hands slid down your hips longingly before departing.
“Real eager, that one is.”
“You better get to it,” you laughed and made to finish putting away the breakfast dishes. The other chores of the household could wait for an hour, you decided, as you made to rejoin them on the porch with your knitting.
Cats lazed about beside you presently, preening and stretching their legs before turning their watchful golden eyes to the high grasses in search of mice. One of them stalks up to Arthur at his post, weaving between his feet and brushing a white tail against his knee with affection. He reaches down and scratches its neck, the cat lifting itself on its feet to meet him halfway.
Doubtlessly he was smiling beneath his hat, as you were. You could only imagine what the sunlight must be doing to the color of his eyes as the sides crinkle with amusement.
Cora’s pony begins to straighten its gait and walks in a line, causing her to squeal with delight from her saddle.
“Daddy! I’m doing it! I’m doing it!”
“There you go! Keep holdin’ the reins, just like that. Lead ‘em to the left and right to steer.”
“Mama! Look!”
Your joy is instant.
“You’re doing wonderful!” You cheer. Cora giggles, her cheeks dimpling from her contagious glee. The bow laced at the end of her braid flutters like a butterfly’s wings as she rides through the pasture gracefully. The image of her with her gingham neckerchief around her throat, sitting proud in the saddle struck you with familiarity. She looked so natural, so at ease; so much like her father.
They mosey along at a steady pace and Arthur laughs under his breath. “Well, look at that. You’re a natural.”
He was always so patient and attentive with Cora, shushing her cries and soothing her when she was a baby, encouraging her every little step as she grew. Long ago you envisioned how great of a father he could be, despite his own uncertainty and the paucity of his self-worth. It took years for him to believe he deserved any of the happiness you found in each other, but he always wanted to protect it, never wanting to lose what mattered most to him.
Dutch abused the protective nature of Arthur’s heart, channeled it for his own gain and allocated it to his benefit. For years he strove to bring pride to his surrogate father, giving his all. But he knew. Arthur knew before it was too late when he was being used. You were the first to confess the hidden fondness you held for him, and it was the push he needed to start thinking for himself. Much as he tried to convince you of his own lowly opinion of himself, you persisted in your beliefs that he was a good man, deserving of happiness. Regardless of whether or not he found it with you.
Moments like this were the ones you wanted to capture and hold. Because reaching this place was worth every pain you endured, every mistake, and every misfortune if it meant it all led to this moment.
A breeze stirs the porch wind chimes. Their soft notes tinkle, joining the songbirds singing the joy of another sunrise. In the warm blanket of the wind the scent of alfalfa chases up your nose. You close your eyes against it, listening to the earth and the skies and the peals of Cora’s laughter. When it settles you open them again, finding Arthur’s gaze fastened to you from across the prairie. Caught, he smiles to himself bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck while his gaze dips to the slight swell of your belly and the pair of baby socks in your lap.
Warmth floods through you at the remembrance of that same smile earlier this morning, when the first blue light of day came and slipped through the gossamer curtains. Thoughts of Arthur’s mouth—soft and warm with sleep against your bare shoulder—tucks your lip behind your teeth and turns your gaze shy under his. But it lingered all the same.
The way he traced your skin with the lightest drag of his fingertips as you laid side by side in the early dawn light. How his touches led to languid kisses along your neck until he reached the spot that always made you sigh, your hands slipping along the lovely angles of his stubbled jaw to get lost in the soft, golden brown strands of his hair. How you let him lay you below him before he settled over you, the bedsheets catching on the small of his back. The roughness of his palms sliding along the delicate lace of your chemise, raising it all until it bunched around your shoulders. Parting your legs and lifting them around his hips, his calloused thumb drifting between—
“I think horsey is getting tired,” Cora announces, and Arthur snaps his attention back to her. You cross your legs and take a deep breath to compose yourself, returning your thoughts to the chaste exercise of knitting.
“Let’s give her a rest, then.”
Cora pulls up on the reins and Autumn yields.
Arthur dumps the remaining dregs of his coffee and leaves the cup on the fence, swinging his way through the paddock gate. In a few minutes he would be leaving for town, a star pinned to his vest and a promise to return before sundown. It made it all the more precious that he spent this time with her.
He lifts Cora off the saddle, his hands swallowing her tiny waist. She yelps with delight as he spins her around once, twice, exclaiming how proud he is and how fast she is growing up. Her braid and her skirts swing around her small frame until Arthur sets her down, squatting down to her level. With a mellow voice he speaks, encouraging her to thank the animal and explaining how important it is to show your horse you respect them. Cora nods. She reaches out and strokes Autumn’s neck, patting it alongside Arthur until she whickers and leans into the girl’s touch. With a grin, Arthur produces a crumbling oat cake from his satchel and Cora obediently holds out the treat. She laughs when a wet tongue tickles her hand.
They begin to lead the horse into the stable and Arthur squeezes her shoulders, telling her how well she did. Their words fade into the barn, indiscernible from where you sit, but your heart swells with contentment and a great rush of affection floods through you.
The gold band of your wedding ring rests coolly against your finger. You admire the smooth facets of the oval stone, the mounted sapphire twinkling in the light, thinking again of the first time you saw it and the pure happiness it brought as you trace its edges. Long ago and far away were the days of turmoil and gloom, for as dark as the past was is how bright your future together became. For you were safe at last, harbored in the arms of one another, thriving under the roof Arthur built where your family could grow. And it was all more than you could ever dream of.
A butterfly alights the roses growing along the trellis on the side of the house. Orange and black wings dance, flitting among unfolded dark pink petals and seeking the golden centers within. From one, to the next, to the next, the butterfly graces each bloom and delivers the promise of a sweeter future from its visit, leaving your world also a little better from its passage through it.
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