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captainfern · 10 months

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May i request your majesty 🐈..

Cosy! Sfw (or if you find a way to make it NSFW then go wild) headcanon/ imagine of fem! Reader, reading to the boys every night or after a mission?? Like.. so mother ?? Bc they mostly fight and train and wrestle so, they have a lil calm, story time moment with the reader ??

Ugh I’m reading a book rn and thinking I just wanna mother these boys and read them a story!! Babies !!!

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"This Is Not A Book Club"

141 x gn!reader [platonic!]

[Imagines 1]

[SFW]

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• summary - what the request says :) • rating - sfw • wordcount - 1.8k • warnings - ik the request is for fem!reader but no specific pronouns/gendered language are used in this, pet name "love" is used once tho, strong language, no smut sorry fellow whores ✋

this idea is so fucking cute i just had to write it omfg. also i love that gif soap and ghost's interactions are just too adorable *pat pat*

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You didn't mean for it to become a habit.

It began on a whim.

After a strenuous mission, you relaxed in your respective room, curled up in your bed, reading a book. The main light was off, and you relied on the soft glow of the lamp on your bedside table. It was a relatively new book— you were only a chapter or so in— when a light knock at your door made you jump.

You hadn't been expecting it. It was pretty late, too.

You were surprised when Gaz poked his head in, apologising for interrupting. He figured he could unwind in your room, since the rest of the 141 were doing their own thing, and he needed some company.

You accepted, of course— how could you not when he looked at you with those deep brown eyes?

He settled on the bed next to you, sprawling himself across it near your feet. You laughed as he sighed, face buried in your duvet. He lifted his head, peering at you quizzically.

"What are you reading?" He asked.

You held the book up. "I... honestly don't know. It's pretty good, so far though."

He hummed, intrigued, as he scooted closer to you, head now resting parallel to your thighs.

"Read to me?" He asked, long eyelashes casting shadows across his cheekbones beneath the lamplight.

You smiled. "I'm two chapters in."

"That's okay," he muttered. "Just fill me in on what's happening."

You did, explaining the last couple of chapters in as much detail as possible. You then told him what the book was about, reading the little summary on the back. By this stage, his head was now resting on your lap atop the blanket, hand cupping your slightly bent knee.

"Right, okay," he said. "Now you can read from where you were reading."

You chuckled at his enthusiasm for you to hurry up and begin. So, you obliged, reading a couple of chapters before his breathing slowed. You looked away from your book, realising that he had fallen asleep, head still resting in your lap. You smiled, gently patting his head.

He mumbled incoherently.

"Gaz, come on, you fell asleep," you giggled, nudging him. "You need to go to bed."

He yawned, forcing himself to sit up. His eyes drooped, bleary with drowse as he stumbled off of your bed.

"Fine, but I'll be back for the next chapter tomorrow." He muttered, leaving with his eyes barely open.

The next evening, at roughly the same time, Gaz found his way into your room again. This time, with Soap in tow.

"Soap?" You greeted skeptically.

"Gaz said you're reading to him. I like a good storytime, too." He smiled, sprawling himself out on the rug beside your bed. He didn't give you any room for argument as Gaz resumed his place resting against your lap.

"Oh...kay... do you want me to fill you in?" You asked as you grabbed your book from your bedside table.

Soap shook his head. "No, no, don't worry. Gaz filled me in on the way here."

You laughed. "Of course he did."

So that's how you began reading to both Gaz and Soap. That night, Soap did much the same as Gaz did previously by falling asleep— face to the ceiling, stretched out on your plush rug. His soft snores prompted your eyes away from the pages. Gaz, too, was drifting in and out of consciousness.

You closed the book gently. "Okay, you two, time for bed."

Gaz got up without much of a fuss, but he had to shake Soap to get the man to cooperate. Soap grumbled and complained the entire time Gaz hoisted him to his feet. Then, still muttering grumpily under his breath, he let Gaz lead him out of the room.

The next day really confused you.

Both Gaz and Soap turned up, and once they were comfortable in their usual positions, a soft knock echoed through your room. Soap opened the door for Price, much to your astonishment.

"You too?" You questioned as your captain took up position in your desk chair, near the foot of your bed.

He relaxed in the chair, legs spread and arms folded across his chest.

"Got nothing else to do, love." He said simply, imploring you to pick up the book with a nod of his head.

You were in slight disbelief, but nevertheless, you continued with the book. While Gaz and Soap relaxed, listening to the peaceful lull of your voice, Price asked the occasional question. You stopped patiently and replied, ignoring the frustrated groans from Soap on your floor.

"Just shut up and listen, Price."

"Watch it, MacTavish."

Not long later, you managed to finish the chapter before Soap fell asleep. You waved them all goodbye as they filed out of your room, and you forced yourself not to laugh as they did.

Now, if you were confused before, the next day threw you completely.

Once again, Gaz lay sprawled out on your bed beside you, Soap on the floor with his arms behind his head. Price returned, too, taking his place in your chair. Then, just one word into the newest chapter, the door creaked open.

Ghost slipped in, almost silently, and you couldn't help but gape at your lieutenant as he lumbered into the room, cozy black hoodie on and hands jammed into the front pocket.

"L.T, I knew you couldn't resist," Soap beamed from the floor. "You want in on the book club?"

You scoffed, smiling. "This is not a book club."

Ghost just shrugged at Soap. "Lonely outside when I can't hear you lot making a racket."

He stepped over Soap and sunk himself onto the end of your bed, leaning himself up against the wall. He stretched his legs out, brushing your and Gaz's feet, knees cracking as he settled down.

You stared at everyone, slightly dumbfounded. Then, you turned to Ghost.

"You're... here willingly?" You asked him.

"Mhm."

"You... willingly want to listen to me read my book?"

"Mhm."

You took a deep breath. "Right, okay, cool. Um, do you need—?"

"Johnny's given me a rundown." He mumbled.

Of course he had.

And that's how it started, just over two weeks ago. Every night, especially after a particularly rough mission, the boys seemed to gravitate to your bedroom. They'd curl up and listen to your soft voice as you read to them; reading them to sleep on many occasions.

Despite Ghost and Price's lack of enthusiasm compared to Soap and Gaz, you could tell they enjoyed it just as much as the younger two did. It made you smile, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside knowing you could bring these hardened military boys some peace and comfort.

"Okay, so you're telling me, the kid didn't even know he was a wizard?" Price asked, leaning forward in his chair.

You laughed. "No, he didn't. Well, now he does."

"Ridiculous." Price muttered, shaking his head.

Ghost scoffed. "It's unrealistic."

Soap rolled his eyes. "Obviously, Ghost, it's a fucking fictional book about wizards an' shite."

"No, I mean, some big cunt with a beard turned up with a fucking ugly cake and told the kid he's a wizard, and the kid just believed him?" Ghost grumbled. His attitude had definitely shifted since the first time he joined their little, as Soap called it, book club.

"Yeah, basically." You smiled.

You had just introduced them to the Harry Potter series. You weren't even halfway through the first book yet.

"Ridiculous." Ghost said, echoing Price.

"Well, what would you have done, eh?" Soap questioned, sitting up, now cross-legged on the fluffy rug.

"What, if a big cunt called Hagrid turned up on my eleventh birthday and told me I'm a wizard?" Ghost mused. "Woulda knifed him, Johnny."

"Whatever." Soap scoffed.

When they weren't arguing about the book you were reading them, the night's with the boys were really peaceful. Relaxing, too.

A balm for their tortured souls, and a salve for the wounds they had earned during battle.

Dusk would fall, and they would limp into the comfort of your bedroom, warm and smelling sweetly of you. Waves of exhaustion would pin them in place while they clung to the presence of you for stability. Some days, all four would find themselves curled up on your bed— Gaz laying next to you, head on your lap; Soap on the floor, but his head resting on the edge of your bed, a hand resting in the crook of your arm as you held the book; Ghost with his back to the wall, your legs propped up over his, his gloved hands stroking circles on your shins; Price settled next to Ghost, shoulder to shoulder, his legs beneath yours as well, a hand resting warmly around your ankle.

They listened carefully, silently, as you read to them, basking in the comforting warmth of you. Battered, bruised, and bleeding from the cuts of battle, they rested tranquilly at your side. Their ears were no longer ringing with echoes of explosions, nostrils no longer filled with the acrid stench of gunpowder and death. They could hear only you, voice silken with each word you spoke. They could smell only you, the candles that burned and permeated the air, rich and sweet and a consoling sense of familiarity.

Towards the end of a chapter, you could sense a shift in the room. Some time ago, Soap had wiggled in beside you, head in the bend of your arm and shoulder. He breathed deeply, slowly, eyes closed and hair dishevelled against the sleeve of your shirt. Gaz, too, breathed slowly as sleep had overtaken him, hand still heavy on your knee.

Ghost had slumped to the side, somehow managing to tuck his hulking frame between Gaz and the wall. Mask still on, you could see his eyes, closed and smeared with black. Price, too, had fallen asleep; still, impressively, sitting upright. His head tilted forward, hat low over his forehead, snoring softly.

You sighed to yourself, closing the book and carefully putting it back on your nightstand, mindful not to disrupt Soap curled into your side like a cat. You nestled back into your bed, snuggled up with your task force, a sight you had never thought you'd see. As you wiggled to get comfortable, Soap stirred, groaning as he looked up at you, still resting his head near your chest.

"S'all right, go back to sleep." You whispered, angling your arm so it draped securely over top of him.

He didn't reply verbally, just burrowed deeper into your side, reaching a hand around to physically tighten your arm around him. He ran his thumb over your knuckles, before he fell back asleep.

Your other hand found Gaz's head, delicately skimming his hairline, smoothing along the soft skin of his forehead and cheek. You heard him sigh contentedly, still deep asleep.

Eventually, the warmth of the room and powerful bodies around you carried you to sleep.

And it was the best sleep you ever had.

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idk if this was good or not lmao but thank you my darling anon <3 this was nice to write mwah mwah xx

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ddejavvu · 1 year

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Can we please have a rooster with a cranky pregnant wife

"Bradley," You murmur, voice low so that you can still hear the drone of the television in front of you, "Your foot is touching my foot."

He glances over at you from where he's draped over the couch, leaning back into the corner of the couch. It's true, his socked foot is grazing the pinky toe of one of yours, but he can't see why you're bothered by it.

"Uh-huh," He hums thoughtfully, misinterpreting your annoyance. He prods it forwards, covering your foot with his own where your blanket didn't reach, "You cold?"

"No!" You jerk your foot away from him, shifting positions on the couch so that they're slung the other way, "Don't touch my feet!"

"I'm sorry," He straightens from where he's reclining, brows furrowed as he tries reconciling with you, "I'm sorry, honey. What's wrong with me touching your feet? I've done it before."

"They're sore now." You grumble, tentatively rolling them at the ankle and scrunching your eyes in pain, "My ankles hurt."

"I'm sorry," Bradley repeats, sympathy dripping from his voice. He knows you love him, and that you always will, but when pregnancy pains start aching he's the culprit.

"Y'know if you just kept it in your pants," You gripe, but there's no real disdain in your voice. Hell, he'd had you screaming his name that night, he knows you don't regret it.

"I know, honey." He croons, reaching out cautiously for your hand, "How about I give you a massage? 'Think that'll help?"

You eye him carefully, still half-engrossed in the movie. Your ankles feel dull and spread fire up your legs when you put weight on them, and the notion of even just miniscule relief almost brings tears to your eyes.

"Here," He stands, arms out to invite you into his prior seat, "You watch the movie, and I'll sit over here and give you a massage."

The way he's sitting, facing you in your old spot, means that his back is to the television. He doesn't seem to mind, though, as you stretch out, head lolling lazily against the cushions and feet propped up in his lap.

He gets to work on your ankles, prodding at them tentatively. You wince, and he knows where the problem is, bracing it with one hand beneath your ankle and the other gently digging into the tight muscle there. His thumbs work wonders for your aches and pains, and every once in a while he turns to watch a few seconds of the movie. He hears a familiar joke, then you shake slightly in his hold as you laugh at it. It's a movie you've seen a thousand times, but he looks forward to your giggle at the joke every single time.

His fingers dig at a particularly sensitive spot, and you wince. Your ankle rolls in his hand and out of instinct you pull it away, so he stills.

"Sorry," You breathe, easing your foot back into his lap, "That spot really hurts."

"I'm sorry," He dismisses, fingers ghosting over the tender spot, "This okay?"

"Yeah." You nod, back arching as you shift on the cushions, "Thanks, Bradley."

"Anytime, honey." He promises, a grin on his face that lingers below his mustache, "I'd better get good at this now, huh?"

"Now?"

"Well last I heard from you, you wanted four kids..." He reminds you, eyebrows raised, "Did that happen to change, or-?"

"Yes," You seethe, arching your foot to jab him in the stomach. He lets out an incredulous laugh that borders on terror, but grabs your foot to stabilize it, holding it captive.

"I'm never doing this again," You huff, crossing your arms as he resumes your impromptu massage, "in fact, we're going out and getting more condoms tomorrow."

"I've still got a few," Bradley muses, thinking of the two foil packets in his wallet. There's a couple left over in his nightstand as well, but you hadn't been using them in hopes of pregnancy.

"I want a thousand," You grouch, brows dipping over your eyes as you stare moodily at the television, "Not taking any chances."

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scalingsvt8thusiast · 24 days

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Skin-Deep Chapter 10

summary: The one where you fall for Seungcheol amongst all the protests and insecurities. The one where you don't know that he's fallen for you too.

a/n: Last chapter of part 2!!! I'm halfway through part 3 rn, i think i'll release it tomorrow or day after :D

You hadn’t heard from Seungcheol ever since he dropped you off.

The car ride from his parent’s place was spent in silence.

You were processing the whole event, not knowing what to say to your boyfriend.

Seungcheol was pissed beyond belief, he blamed himself for the whole night. He had unknowingly brought you into a lion’s den. He should have known his parents would be like this, he should have been better prepared.

Instead of driving to his place, he drove straight back to your dormitory. He held your hand the entire time as the two of you walked towards your room door, only letting go when you worked on opening the door.

Once opened, you walked right into your room when you noticed he wasn’t next to you. He was still standing outside your room.

“Cheol?” You tilted your head, giving him a curious stare.

“Sorry babe, I hope you don’t mind if I don’t stay over tonight.” Seungcheol said, watching as you approached him.

“Oh.” You were taken a back, your eyes searching his. “Sure.”

“I just need to-“ He cleared his throat, reaching out to grab your hand. “I just need to clear my head.”

He kissed the back of your hand, offering you a tired smile.

You watched his retreating figure as he headed for the main doors, you could hear the loud engine of his car from your room as he drove away.

That was the last you time you saw him and that was a week ago.

Right now, you were sitting in Mingyu’s kitchen, slumped over the counter as you watched your best friend whip up a meal for the two of you.

“I don’t understand what is wrong with him.” Mingyu muttered to himself, not caring if you heard him.

“I should have trusted my gut, I knew he was a shithead.” Mingyu continued, stirring the noodles with an unnecessary amount of force.

“Ok, Gyu, I think you’ve abused the food enough.” You attempt to joke, only shrivelling up at the look Mingyu turned to give you.

“You forgive people too easily, y/n.” Mingyu bit out, before turning back and resuming his monologue. “Who does he think he is? Disappearing on you like that?”

You pursed your lips. You didn’t tell Mingyu about the night with Seungcheol’s parents. Not wanting to be responsible for a string of murders you knew your best friend was capable of committing.

“Gyu, it’s fine. Hannie and Josh-“

“Yea, yea, Hannie and Josh says its normal” Mingyu raised the pitch of his voice in an attempt to imitate yours. He waved the chopsticks he was holding around, effectively splashing soup everywhere.

“I don’t care what Hannie and Josh says, he’s being a dickhead.” Mingyu said, pushing a bowl of noodles in your direction.

You shrugged.

You spent the first two days of your boyfriend’s disappearance calm, thinking that he was probably with his parents again.

By the third day, you were starting to lose your mind. You didn’t understand why Seungcheol still hadn’t returned any of your calls or replied your messages.

Both Jeonghan and Joshua had woken up to 50 missed called each. Poor Joshua who woke up earlier had the misfortune of listening to you monologue while you bawled your eyes out over the phone. He reassured you that he would get back to you when he knew where Seungcheol was, he didn’t know what else to say when you were so frantic.

You did end up receiving a text from Jeonghan at the end of the day, passing along a message from Seungcheol saying he was fine and to stop contacting him for awhile. You were dumbstruck, sending questions mark as a response where Jeonghan replied with “I have no idea bro, don’t shoot the messenger.”

Day four, five and six were spent in your bed, you weren’t sure how to feel. Were you supposed to be sad? Were you supposed to be worried? You weren’t sure what was happening, were the two of you over? Did he realise you just weren’t good enough for him? Did he realise that his parents were right?

That brings you to day seven, at Mingyu’s house.

You went over at midnight, not wanting to be alone. Mingyu opened the door thinking it was some psycho dedicated girl scout coming to sell him cookies in the middle of the night. To his surprise it was you standing at his door step.

He ushered you inside and sat you down in his living room. He basically threw a cup of warm water at you before running to ready one of the guest rooms.

Your best friend sat in the room, not leaving until you fell asleep. Mingyu was so worried, you looked like you hadn’t slept in decades, you were so pale and your skin was ice cold. He was 5 seconds away from driving you to the hospital.

So sue him if he was severely upset with a one Choi Seungcheol.

Mingyu angrily slurped on his noodles, throwing the bowl into the sink when he was done

“These noodles aren’t spicy enough!”

“Ok, Gyu, you need to relax. You’re stressing me out.” You say as your poor attempt to lighten the mood. You kept your eyes trained on the bowl of noodles as you stirred it absent-mindedly.

Mingyu huffed and stormed off to let off some steam.

You pulled out your phone, a small part of you hoped to get a missed call from your boyfriend or at least a text. You sigh when you saw that your notification box was still empty.

DING!

Just as you were about to put your phone away, you received a text message.

I can’t do this anymore, let’s end things.

Your eyes widened, it was from Seungcheol. This was the first text you’d gotten from him in days. And he wanted to break up?

Your fingers flew over the keyboard.

What? Did something happen?

Only to be met with an error message. He had blocked you.

You sat frozen on the bar stool. The bowl of noodles forgotten in front of you.

Gathering all your energy, you dialled the first number you could think of.

“Vernon, I want to go home.”

a/n2: I actually feel like I'm rushing through this fic so the quality isn't as good as the first few chapter 🥲 Hope you all are still enjoying it though

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footballerimaginess · 11 days

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Cocktail Dates

30 Day Writing Challenge 16. Cocktail Dates Mason Mount Word Count: 559 The last few months had been weird for the both of you, moving to Manchester was supposed to be a new chapter for the pair of you. But it didn't seem that way, Mason was finally getting back to full fitness which was something you had been waiting on for ages.

"Are you okay? I thought I heard you talking to someone" you asked him. "Oh I was, I was talking to my agent. He says that I should be allowed to resume to full training soon and we were just discussing stuff. Anyway, forgetting that I want you to go and get ready and we have a date night" Mason suggested. "That's great about being back in training soon, yes I am always up for date night. I'll go and get changed and make myself look a little more presentable" you grinned, looking down at your messy clothes. After a short while, makeup was freshly painted on and hair curled. Fresh clothes on and you were ready. "Ready" you shouted as you entered the room. "Wow, you look beautiful" Mason complimented you as he grabbed your hand. "Thank you so much Mase, come on let's go" you gabbed your bag before heading off in a taxi. "So where are we going?" you asked as you drove into Manchester. "Taking you on a cocktail date, seeing as I have the evening and tomorrow off I thought I would take you here. I saw it when I was having a meeting with my agent and I was like you'd love it when I saw it" he smiled as he tried to search for your hand. "Aww that is cute, you are always thinking of me" you giggled as the taxi stopped as you arrived at your destination. "Here we are, this is for our cocktail date" he smiled as he pulled the door for you. "Such a gentleman, thank you" you smiled as you walked through. You sat down at the table as you looked at the menu. "I really fancy a frozen margarita" you asked as you looked through the whole of the menu, going backwards and forwards on what you wanted. "I think I will have a strawberry daiquri please" he asked the waiter as you pulled his hands from him. "I like this place, it seems super relaxing and it feels like it has been years since we have been on a date" squeezing his hand tightly as the waiter handed you the drinks. "Thank you" you smiled as you took a sip of your margarita as you shivered with how cold it was. "Oh my god, that was cold. Fuck" you laughed as you felt the ice burning the back of your throat. "Let me sip it" he asked as he sipped it. "Oh wow that is cold, wanna try mine?" he asked as he pushed the glass towards you. "Ooh I love that one" you smiled as you spent the rest of the evening talking. "This feels so good, like old times. I miss us" you smiled as you reached again for his hand. "Me too, it feels great" you told him. "It does, I am very happy here and hopefully I will be able to train soon and it can make things a lot better" Mason told you as he sipped on your cocktail.

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muddyorbsblr · 1 year

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man of the month part 11: december

Series Masterlist @mochie85's Series Masterlist See my full list of works here!

Summary: Loki's shoot. That is all.

Pairing: Loki x Reader (FINALLY!!!)

Word Count: 9k [y'all better have chilled some wine or prepped some snacks. strap in]

Warnings: 18+ | language (not even pretending to be sorry, Rogers); slight angst hours in the beginning; smut (minors & pearl clutchers exit stage left i haven't the time for you); p in v; fingering; stripping Loki; near-threesome play [if i missed anything let me know!]

Things to be aware of: Scopes being a bit of an idiot in the first half

To say that you felt disoriented when you woke up was an understatement. To start with, you distinctly remembered falling asleep on the floor of your studio, surrounded by pages of the mockup calendar and readying the lettering for 'December' for the shoot, regardless of who it would turn out to be.

Next, you were tucked in to bed, which was something that hadn't happened since you were a kid. Someone, most likely one of your friends, had actually put in the effort to bring you up here from your studio and tuck the sheets under you.

You only hoped that you didn't make any of your friends uncomfortable because you could have sworn that throughout the night you were having some shamelessly filthy dreams about Loki. Any other time you wouldn't have felt the apprehension that you did, but knowing that you were most likely moaning and whining in someone else's presence made you want to find them and apologize to them immediately.

Before you had any more time to think about how exactly you got here from your studio, or lose yourself in that particularly vivid dream from last night that involved the god you were hopelessly in love with whispering promises of sharing his bed in your ear and pressing heated kisses to your skin, your bedroom door flew open with a blast of red. Both Wanda and Nat were at your door, smiles on their faces as they practically skipped toward you.

"Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty, today's the day you get your prince," Nat announced as she plopped down to your bed, making the mattress bounce. Wanda walked over to your closet and began to peruse through your clothes.

"Precious babies," you groaned. "There will be no getting of princes today, for fuck's sake you two need to tone down on Princess Days with Morgan. You know what, after tomorrow I'll have more free days, so lemme get some of those off your plates—"

"You mean after today, Babes?" Wanda quipped, her mouth upturned in a teasing smirk. "After today you won't have any free time for the next few weeks. We'll be lucky to even see you, you know, considering that you'll be spending all your free time with a certain god…clothing optional…"

"Wanda I say this with all the love I have in my cold and blackened heart. You're losing your goddamn mind if you think that there's even gonna be a shoot today, let alone a shoot with a happy ending." The sorceress rolled her eyes at you and resumed to go through your closet, immediately disregarding the shirts and hoodies and going straight for the small collection of dresses that hung there.

"Those are pretty," Nat commented, pointing her chin towards the small table by the window. "Either Strange decided he's not going to go down without a fight, or maybe Steve finally took his brain out of his ass and this is his attempt at a proper apology."

You turned your gaze to see what she was talking about, your jaw dropping as you caught sight of the little gold boxed bouquet sitting prettily on the little side table you kept by your window. You quickly hopped off your bed and walked over to the new addition to your room, inspecting the box as well as the table itself for anything to clue you in on its sender.

"So who's it from?" you heard Wanda's question slightly muffled by how deep into your closet she was. "And if it's from Rogers, I vote we toss it in the kitchen. You know I heard that he didn't even bother consoling his best friend when Bucky walked in to the training room and said that it wasn't him. He was just a smug little shit about it."

"I mean I told you all before I didn't buy his whole Boy Scout 'How do you do' attitude," you grumbled, your brows knitting together as you read the unsigned card tucked into the side of the box. "Okay that's weird. It's not signed but there is a card…"

Nat walked over to you and took the card from your fingers. "Cute."

"What's it say?"

"It just says 'To my love. Have a good morning.' Well, at least we know it's not from Steve," Nat hollered toward your closet.

"That's cute! Maybe it's from—Ooh, I found something!! Y/N, are you emotionally attached to any of the dresses in here? I want to make some alterations but only if you're cool with it."

"Go nuts, Wan."

She emerged from your wardrobe brandishing a deep green button down sundress that fell to your knees. "Tada!" You looked at her pointedly, shaking your head with a fond smile on your face as she grinned brilliantly in your and Nat's direction. "And that's not all, I found some flats for you to wear, too!" she announced as she revealed a pair of gold ballet flats in her other hand.

"Puny god's colors. Great job, Wanda," Nat said as she looked at you with a smirk. "Go get dressed. We can go get breakfast before your date--I mean your shoot."

You knew better than to argue with them, so you went along with what Wanda picked out, silently thankful that at least you didn't have to spend a good half hour in there today -- possibly even longer -- wracking your brain on what you would wear as you waited for nothing.

"Ah there she is! Pick your poison, Tweety, 'cause Vision here's making breakfast." You looked down from the stairs as Shaun looked up at you from the kitchen island, a wide smile stretched across his face. "You ready for today? Final shoot of the calendar." He shifted his eyes from side to side, the gesture moving you to look around him to see that all eleven previous models were seated and waiting. You could vaguely feel Wanda's magic emanating from her as she grumbled next to you, no doubt from seeing that Steve was among the men in the common area.

The absence of Loki among the waiting crowd caused a pit to form in your stomach. He probably already figured out that it's him and ran on out. Of this realm, you thought bitterly. Well shit. At least rip the bandaid with the rest of them.

"So I'm pretty sure that by now, Strange has told you all that it's not him. Doesn't take half a brain cell to fill in the blanks, and since you're all here now I figure I'll just tell you. It's--" The words caught in your mouth in an ugly choking sound. As if you couldn't even bring yourself to say the words. "It's Loki."

A resounding clap echoed around the floor, followed by Steve's smug voice. "I KNEW IT!"

"Shut up, Rogers," Bucky and Strange both said in near unison. When you looked their way they both gave you a look teeming with melancholia, a small contrived smile on both their faces as they both gave you a single nod.

"Thanks." You looked toward the rest of the team. "Shaun's known, Scott's known, Thor's known. Ever since each of their shoots. Apparently Sam's known since forever--"

"Damn straight," Wilson commented, raising his coffee mug up in a semblance of a salute. "Cute of you to think I wouldn't notice, Tweety. I knew you two would get with each other the second you met."

"Anyways…" You looked at Sam pointedly. "Now the rest of you know, too." You shifted your eyes to look at Tony, addressing him now. "So I'm gonna get to kick your ass tonight. Name a place, and I absolutely insist on using whatever Mark you've got that's ready for production."

"Bold of you to think--"

"No take backs, Stark," you cut him off, raising your hand to point a finger in his direction. "You told me when the shoots started that if this doesn't turn out the way that you thought it would, that if the man I have feelings for doesn't return the sentiment, that I have full permission to put on one of your suits and beat the shit out of you. So I will see you tonight."

Once you'd finished your near outburst, you were face to face with the genius billionaire, glaring at him as your pointed finger poked at his chest.

All he did in response was chuckle and push your hand away. "I wasn't about to take it back, Tweety. I was just about to say that you were bold to think that this wasn't going to end well. There's still one shoot left. I could still be right."

You scoffed at his words, walking past him and towards Vision who was currently toiling away at the stove. "Chocolate chip pancakes? With a side of bacon?" He simply gave you a small smile and a nod to acknowledge he'd heard your request. "Oh, and be sure you're free tomorrow morning for your shoot. 'Kay?"

"I will be available if I am needed, Agent Y/L/N. Though I do believe that my assistance in this project of Mister Stark's will not be required. My observations all point to the conclusion that Mister Laufeyson will show up today."

"Is that--optimism, Vision?" You did your best to sound teasing, trying your damnedest to keep your mood light and even joking, despite wanting to scream at everyone for getting your hopes up over the last few weeks. For their words of encouragement making you think that the remote possibility of Loki returning your feelings was even a semblance of a blip on the radar of reality.

"I am simply stating an educated guess based on observations," he answered you. "But since I do believe that this would be a positive outcome, then I suppose you could classify this as 'optimism', if you wish."

"Lady Y/N, why would you need Vision to have an appointment with you tomorrow?" Thor's voice boomed across the kitchen, the hesitation in his words as he voiced his concern. "You already have your twelve."

You sighed, the weight on your heart heavy as you began to explain. "Thunder, has Jane ever told you what a Baker's Dozen is?" He shook his head at you, his brows furrowed as you only gave him a sad smile. "It's a concept…of always having an extra of anything on hand in case your plan doesn't go the way you want."

"Scopes--"

"So let's say that I'm a baker and I need twelve loaves of bread. Because I'm running under the assumption that one of my twelve will turn out ruined, I make thirteen." The only word that came to mind when you saw the look in Thor's eyes was pity. "Vision here's number 13."

"My si--my friend," he wavered. "My brother will be there. Please, he told me himself that he will be here by 4. If I am mistaken then you may add my name to the list of people you will pummel in one of Stark's suits of armor. I will not even bother with defending myself."

You were defenseless against the towering god with his childlike eyes that were near tears as he practically pleaded for you to wait. He wanted so badly to be right, that much was obvious, making you let out a tired huff. "Fine, Thunder. For you. Because you're my friend. I'll wait for him until 5." You turned your gaze toward Tony again. "Then I'm gonna kick your ass at 6. Thor's, too. Gimme an hour to at least bawl my eyes out and fix my face, and then let's move forward with this sh—"

Your words were silenced by the shock of the blond Asgardian pulling you into a tight embrace. "Thank you, my friend. He will be here. I swear to you."

It was just after noon when the kids walked in to your studio, little Morgan Stark bounding over to you like a tightly wound up ball of energy. "Hi, Auntie Scopes!" she squealed as she ran into your arms where you were seated on the leather couch of the library set. She handed you a little jewelry box. "This is for you."

Peter walked in a few moments later, carrying a tray of food. "This is also for you, Miss Y/N." He lifted the dish cover to reveal a smoked salmon and cream cheese panini with a side of sour cream and onion chips. On the side was your Heckers & Salutations travel mug. "Iced americano. No sugar," he proclaimed with a proud grin. "Oh, and we were also told not to leave until you open the box."

You did as the teenager told and opened the small jewelry box to reveal a pair of emerald drop earrings with its hardware set in a brilliant gold. "Who--?"

"It's a secret!" Morgan stage whispered. She wrapped her little arms around your neck and pulled you close so she could kiss your cheek. "We have to go now, Auntie Y/N. Daddy said I can't be here because there could be naked men walking in any second."

Her words brought out a choked laugh from you. "That sounds like your father, alright. Bye, baby." She hugged you one last time before hopping off the couch and walking out of your studio. You looked toward the teenaged spiderling. "I don't suppose you could tell me who put the two of you up to this?"

"Sorry, Miss Y/N. Classified. All I'm allowed to tell you is that he also put the flowers in your bedroom. Well technically I did, but he told me to. And if I tell you more than that he'll cut my head off."

"Gotcha. Thanks, Parker. You're a good bean." He gave you a small smile as he walked out of the studio as well, catching up to Morgan and putting the little girl on his shoulders.

You ate lunch while working on finalizing all the previous pages of the calendar, testing the mocks you made to see how they'd look as a full on wall calendar as well as a desk calendar, ultimately making the design choice to turn this into a desk calendar, each sheet its own month, split into two panes evenly down the center. When that was over and truly the only thing left to do was to insert a picture into the halfway-done December page, all that was left to do was twiddle your thumbs, waiting for 5pm so you could walk on out of the studio and pick out one of Tony's suits.

The minutes ticked by all too slowly as you watched the second hand move on the digital clock on your computer. The time had read 3:30pm when you heard your studio door open, making you slump even further, your chin practically resting on your desk.

"I don't think I'm gonna need any assistance today, Ten Rings. There's nothing to set up. Maybe tomorrow," you called out, not even bothering to check on who had walked in. Who else could it be, after all?

"Why would you need assistance tomorrow, darling?"

That voice. That voice had you immediately straightening your posture in your seat, leaning to your side to look at who had actually walked through your door. It took all your strength not to smile like a complete fool when you caught sight of Loki standing there in a navy suit, the crisp white shirt underneath already having a button undone. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he was out for your sanity today.

Or your heart.

"You're here…" you croaked out. You felt like your heart had lodged itself in your throat as he looked right at you, his eyes shining with an expression you couldn't decipher to save your life, a wide smile stretching across his face, the kind that reached his eyes and tugged even harder at your heartstrings.

"I'm here." His words were spoken so softly, it felt as if they'd wrapped around you in a gentle embrace.

"A-Alright then." You took a steadying breath, willing your hands to remain steady as you took your camera from its dock and stood up to walk towards the library set, tinkering away at the settings to find the preset you'd configured for this particular set.

You practically froze when you felt his fingers lightly touch the inside of your elbow. "Why are you in this set up, Y/N?" He was standing so close to you that you could feel his body heat washing over you, his lips so close to your ear that you could feel his breath ruffling the baby hairs at the side of your head.

"I-I uhm…" You could feel your heart going a mile a minute as you felt his fingers lightly wrap around your elbow, his thumb lightly stroking the skin on the back of your arm. "W-With how you're dressed I f-figured you were gonna go for the library so--"

"I was thinking somewhere along the lines of the set in the back."

Your breath caught in your throat. "W-With the bed?" you wavered, goosebumps erupting at your arm as he continued stroking your skin. You felt more than heard his breathy Yes, the exhalation tickling the skin of your ear and sending shivers throughout your body. "A-Alright then. I'll just prep the camera, y-you can go position yourself however you like."

He gave your arm a light squeeze, his fingers ghosting across your skin as he stepped away from you and you heard him walking towards the bedroom set. You took the opportunity to let out a slow exhale to attempt alleviating the tightness in your chest, the tears threatening to prickle at the back of your eyes.

Why was he even here? You were sure that among the ones that hadn't known as of Strange's shoot, he would have been the first to figure out that he unwittingly held your heart in his absurdly sensual hands. He already held that knowledge now, as he readied himself for the shoot. You fully expected that he wasn't even going to bother showing up today, to at least release you from the mortification of him seeking to confirm who it had been all along. And you evading the question until that devilish smirk graced his impossibly perfect face.

Unless that was his intention all along today. He had no plans of granting you the mercy of his silent rejection. He would lure you in, tease you, make you believe he may even return a semblance of your feelings for him. And just when you were convinced that everything was about to go right, he'd pull the rug out from under your feet. Tell you that this was nothing more than a bit of fun for him, and now that he'd had you, everything was to be as it was. And it wouldn't be his problem if you'd be incapable of dealing with how he handled you afterward.

Loki was here to toy with you. Torture you. Crush you.

The sound of his voice calling your name brought you out of your spiraling thoughts. "Darling, are you alright?"

You turned to look at him, your pulse thumping loudly in your ears as you saw him perched on the little leather seat by the bed, shoes already discarded, looking poised to stand and walk over to you. "I'm fine," you choked out, raising the camera in front of you as if it were armor. Protecting yourself from his charm. From what ever scheme he concocted in his mind. As if you even had a hope of defending yourself against anything he had up his sleeve. "Let's start."

Once you'd made your way to the bedroom set, you positioned yourself about three feet away from where he sat, crouching slightly until the camera was level with his face. He'd leaned forward, resting his elbow on one knee, and draping his forearm on his other leg, maintaining his posture as if he were to stand and make his way over to you at any second.

You snapped a handful of shots of him in that position, only stopping when a smile began to stretch across his face again, looking as if he was amused by something. "What?" you wondered aloud, your words still getting caught in the back of your throat, especially with how he'd been staring at you, into the camera, as if he could see right through you and into your soul.

"It's nothing, darling, just…" he trailed off, making you knit your brows together and silently willing him to finish the thought. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, the words causing your heart to pound against your chest and rendering you unable to do much of anything except swallow hard in an attempt to stamp down your nerves.

"Hmm?"

"It's criminal that you do not get told that enough, sweet Y/N," he spoke as he began to shrug off his suit jacket, nearly causing you to hyperventilate at the sight. "I shall make an effort to remedy that."

He proceeded to undo the buttons on his shirt, all the while keeping his gaze trained on you. "W-What're you doing?"

"You did state when this project started that we can be as naked as we are comfortable with, correct, darling?" You nodded, stunned to absolute dumb silence. "Well then, to answer your question…I am simply getting comfortable."

Fuck. Me. Sideways. "O-Okay I uhh…can look away until you're--"

"No, no, darling." The low timbre of his voice was doing ungodly things to you. If you didn't know any better, it was like he was on a mission to have you dripping and aching for him by the time this shoot was over. As if you weren't already. "Keep taking your pictures, truly, I do not mind." All you could give as an intelligible response was a mute nod once again. "Feel free to instruct me in any way you see fit."

Before the filter in your brain could kick in, you let out a chuckle and muttered, "Be careful I might just take advantage of that. It's not every day I have a god at my mercy." Your breath caught in your throat in a hideous sound once you realized what you said. "I-I mean--"

"Darling you need not explain," he cut you off with a low chuckle, the sound sending a thrill straight down your spine and settling at the apex of your thighs. "I quite enjoy the idea." Of being at my mercy? He finished unbuttoning his shirt, the garment falling open and hanging down the sides of his sculpted torso. He rested his forearm across the top of his abdomen, bringing his other hand up to his mouth as he tried to control his chuckles by biting on the tip of his thumb.

"Stop," you called out to him, surprised that your voice could even come out intelligibly despite the sight in front of you. "Look at me I-I mean--Look at the camera."

He muttered something under his breath before he looked straight into your eyes, making you nearly miss the shutter of your camera completely as you snapped another handful of shots with him like this. Once you took your finger off the shutter, his eyes visibly softened once again as he looked at you crouched in front of him. "May I keep going?"

Fucking hell, he wasn't done? You silently pleaded with whichever deity would be listening to you that you could keep your dignity intact by the time this shoot was over. You nodded once more, standing as he did, keeping in mind to snap pictures as he discarded his shirt, placing it on the bed next to his suit jacket. Your eyes flew to the ceiling once you saw his hands move toward his dress pants.

"Darling?"

"J-Just let me know when you're ready," you blurted out, keeping your eyes shut to refrain from giving in to the temptation of sneaking a peek.

"Look at me, Sweetheart." The gentle yet slightly domineering tone of his voice nearly had you abandoning all your self-respect and risking it all with him. And the urge to walk over to him and jump his bones grew even stronger when you did as he told, looking over to him and seeing him standing just a few strides away from you, his godly physique only clad in a pair of white boxers.

You quickly hid behind the viewfinder of your camera, clicking away at the shutter as he kept his gaze on you, his eyes smoldering with an intensity that you couldn't rationalize as anything other than just Loki in his natural state. With these last shots, you were almost completely sure that you had what you needed in order to finish December.

It was just a damn stray thought that was giving you pause.

"What is it, Y/N?"

"Hmm?"

"You have that furrow between your brows. Is everything alright?"

"Erm—it's just a thought. F-For a shot." He gave you a single nod, prompting you to continue. You lowered your camera from your face, fighting back the blush as you struggled to find the words to articulate your idea. "Feel free to fling me to the nearest wall if you think the idea out of hand but…" You flickered your eyes to the bed beside him, hoping he understood what you were trying to tell him.

"That isn't out of hand in the least, darling." He chuckled as you looked at him, your unease even more visible despite not even voicing the words. He stepped close to the edge of the bed. "How do you want me?"

That's a loaded question, you thought to yourself, biting the inside of your cheek as your mind began to conjure up a vivid image of how exactly you wanted him. With me. I want you with me. In your bed. My bed. Anywhere and everywhere you'd have me.

"Uhh…k-kind of like you're erm…calling your girlfriend to join you?"

The side of his mouth twitched in a playful smirk as he positioned himself on the bed, propped up on one elbow as he faced you, his legs splayed open in an unspoken invitation for one to place themself between them. A desirous trap set by the equally erotic god. "Like this?"

How your core was currently weeping and clenching around nothing at just the rasp of his voice as he said those words was embarrassing. "Yeah…" you breathed out, your trigger finger nearly trembling as it clicked on the shutter, snapping what you decided would be the final shots for this session. You had what you needed with this last batch, you were sure of it. "I think after this erm--we should be done."

"Are you certain?" You gave him a contrived smile as you nodded, finding yourself unable to form words, fearing that he'd bring up the big screaming elephant in the room. "Because we could keep going I truly don't mind--"

"No, no no no no…" you cut him off, the chuckles escaping you despite your efforts to maintain a formal tone to hopefully conclude the session and you could ready yourself for your appointment with Stark and Thor. "Believe me if we keep going the printing company might not put this into production." As you motioned toward him, your eyes flickered defiantly to his boxers, a lump forming in your throat as you undoubtedly agreed with those comments that you saw when you were canvassing the potential market of your teammates' fanbase. Damn bulge really did look like a mango.

"If you're sure, darling." The ache in your heart worsened at how tender his tone sounded, as if he was taking great care on how to handle you. As if he wanted you to believe that he really cared.

"I'm sure," you answered him, tight-lipped as you took great care yourself to build whatever defenses you could around your heart before he went on to shatter it. "Thanks, Loki."

You turned around to make your way back to your computer to plug in the memory card and have him take his pick from the shots when he called out to you again. "May I see them?"

"Sure," you answered, turning back to his direction and nearly tripping over yourself at the sight of him, once again looking as if he was poised to stride over to you looking exactly as he did right this moment. "Just lemme pull it up on the screen and--"

"No, darling." Your heart began to pound even harder in your chest as he relaxed his posture, stretching out one arm toward you and making a motion for you to come to him. Your legs took on a mind of their own as each step shortened the distance between you until you were standing beside him, leaning just enough that you could show him the screen of your camera while still maintaining as much distance as you could between your bodies.

He seemed to have other plans, though, placing his hands on either side of your waist and gently guiding you to take a few steps further until you stood between his legs and then proceeding to situate you on his defined, muscular thigh. You let out a shaky breath as he put a hand on your shoulder, coaxing you to relax until your back was resting against his chest, his free arm wrapping around your midsection and pulling you close.

Before you could pull up the first picture on your camera, it disappeared from your hands in a flash of green, reappearing atop your desk several meters away from where you and Loki were seated. "What--"

"I'm sorry, darling. I cannot keep feigning interest in these photographs. Not when I finally have you in my arms," he cooed into your ear as he swept your hair over your shoulder, baring your neck to him. Your mouth fell slack in a silent gasp as you felt him press his lips to your cheek. He whispered your name against your skin as he moved his lips from your cheek down to your neck, pressing a kiss to the juncture between your neck and shoulder that had you letting out a high-pitched moan and craning your neck to grant him more access.

Words couldn't form in your mind, let alone your lips, as you felt yourself relenting to the inevitability of where this would lead. You knew in your more rational brain that this could only end in tears for you, that he would have his fill of you and then leave you physically sated and emotionally aching. He would destroy you, ruin you for everyone in this and every other universe.

And still you leaned in to his touch, enough to give him the opportunity to maneuver you from sitting atop his thigh to laying with your back flat against the mattress, the god hovering over you with not a single trace of his signature smarm or mischief in his eyes as he looked at you laying helpless beneath him. "My beautiful darling girl," he breathed out. "I can finally deliver on my promise to you."

"What promise?" Your voice came out almost inaudibly, barely even a whisper, as you shuddered under his gaze.

He leaned down, bringing your faces closer together until his lips were ghosting over yours. "My promise to make you mine today." He pressed the lightest of kisses to your upper lip. "If you knew how desperately I ached to wake you last night--"

"That was you?" Your chest was heaving as you struggled to process what he was telling you.

"Yes, Sweetheart." He pressed another light kiss to your bottom lip this time. "Do you remember the rest?" He worked each of his knees between your legs until he now kneeled on the mattress between your splayed thighs, one arm moving underneath you to pull your hips flush against his, your drenched folds coming into contact with his erection through the flimsy layers of your clothing and his boxers, eliciting a sinful groan from him.

You'd found yourself unable to form sounds once again, rendered mute by the jolts of pleasure that were quickly spreading all throughout your body, causing you to arch into him as you shook your head in your best attempt to answer him. That you barely remembered anything other than the Loki from your dreams telling you about how he intended for you to share his bed.

"Tonight I intend to claim you, dear heart." He rolled his hips into yours, setting a pace that had you letting out fragments of moans that mingled with his own sounds from the constant teasing pressure against your clit. "I have no intentions to ever let you go once I finally know the ecstasy of having you." You felt yourself unable to move or breathe once you felt his tongue dart out and trace the line between your slightly parted lips before he rasped, "Mine."

Before you even had the chance to process his words, let alone come up with a response, he slanted his mouth over yours, your gasp from his actions giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips and glide against your own. It felt like you were drowning in him as you both moaned into each other's mouths, his lips molding against yours perfectly as he kissed you like it was the only thing that he lived for in that moment.

You could feel yourself giving in to the impending heartbreak, almost convincing yourself that it would be worth it. Part of you even desperately held on to the hope that maybe his words were sincere, that he wasn't doing this all just to utterly decimate you in the end. That was the part that had you reaching up and weaving your fingers through his hair, his groans sending a sinful vibration through your body that had you aching for more.

Maybe if the kiss doesn't stop, then the pain never comes, you stubbornly thought to yourself, pressing harder against him and meeting every movement with a borderline pathetic desperation that you were sure he was about to pull away and mock you any second now. Except that never came. Instead he had you pressing yourself even harder against him as his free hand roamed your body, a sharp moan erupting from your mouth when you felt his hand cup your breast over your dress, your nipples aching as they hardened and pressed against the cups of your bra.

You'd survive it. The heartbreak. You were nearly sure of it. For the fleeting bliss of being his, you would survive it.

If only you hadn't completely frozen over the second you felt his fingers pressing along your slit above your panties.

"Wait," you gasped out, trying to break away from the kiss, moving your hand to his shoulder and feebly pushing against him. "I can't. Please, stop--"

He pulled away once you said those words, pressing his forehead against yours as the concern was evident in his eyes. "My dear Y/N, what's wrong?"

"I can't," you said quietly, trying to hold back the sobs that were threatening to break out of you as you felt him softly press his lips along your temple and cheek, as if he was trying to comfort you. To calm you. The action only made your heart ache even worse than it already was. "I can't do this with you."

"Sweetheart tell me what's wrong, please. What can I do to help--"

"I can't do this with you because I know it would mean nothing to you," you blurted out, tears blurring your vision as he pulled away to look at you properly. "And if I do this I know that it won't mean nothing to me, so please Loki--"

He silenced you with a searing kiss, confusing you as you felt a desperation in him that nearly matched your own. "How could you think this would mean nothing to me? That finally having you in my arms, kissing you, knowing the feel of your precious form against mine, would be something insignificant to me?" He proceeded to softly kiss you along the side of your face, down to your neck and shoulder, before going back up and repeating the process, each kiss feeling more fevered as he went along. "Darling this would mean everything to me."

His words took the wind right out of you, and coupled with the way he proceeded to move his kisses to the base of your throat and down your chest, lightly sucking on the skin above your heart, you were finding it near impossible to breathe. All you could really do was let out choked whimpers of his name as he continued on his onslaught of attention with his lips and his tongue.

"You hold my heart, my precious mortal," he spoke against your skin, pressing one final tender kiss before pulling away, his gaze once again meeting yours with soft eyes that shone with such a longing you couldn't comprehend. He took your hand in his, placing it on his chest so that you could feel the frantic, thundering pace of his heart. "I had such plans on how this day would play out. I'd intended to only tell you once we had made it to my chambers, and I would be holding you in my arms, sated and catching our breaths. And from the sheer euphoria of the moment I would tell you."

"Loki--"

"But I suppose not everything will go as I plan," he kept going. "I had been so caught up in my distress that my affections for you were unreturned that I was lost in the rapture of finally knowing that they were not. It never once occurred to me that perhaps you were of the same belief. That perhaps from where you stood you'd also believed that your sentiments were one-sided."

"What are you--"

"I love you," he breathed out, a brilliant smile stretching across his face as he did so. "I have kept those words to myself for so long." Your breath caught in your throat in a squeak as he pressed his lips to yours in a fleeting kiss. "To finally say it…that at long last you know how I feel for you…it's a liberation I cannot even begin to describe." He proceeded to press his lips along your face once more, whispering his declarations of love into your skin as he did so, feeling as if the words were etching themselves into your soul every time he said them.

He loved you, too.

The moans began to escape you again when you felt his hand working its way back between your legs. "It's your turn now, my love," he rasped into your ear, fingers lightly running along your folds over the soaked fabric of your panties, eliciting a sinful moan from the god.

"My t-turn?" you gasped, finally letting yourself surrender completely to the pleasure he was giving you.

"I will not go further until you say the words," he teased, bringing his fingers up to trace tight circles above your clit. "End this torturous side project. Tell me who owns your heart." He pressed harder against the bundle of nerves, making you arch into his touch, the only sound you were capable of producing a strangled moan of his name and broken pleas. The god only chuckled darkly by your ear, pressing open mouthed kisses to the skin below it, making your moans even louder as he flicked his tongue against the sensitive skin and lightly capturing your earlobe between his teeth.

"Please--"

"Oh my love, it is far too early for you to be begging. But just because I love you does not mean that I am above teasing you through the night until I hear you say the words." He began to move his fingers torturously slower, making you whine in response. "Say them, my darling."

"It's you," you cried out repeatedly. "It's you. I'm in love with you." He pulled away once more, his face hovering over yours as a soft smile began to grace his perfect features. And you broke through the hesitation you always had around him, the one that always had you holding back the smile that threatened to take over your face whenever your eyes met. "I love you, Loki."

Your heart began to race at the sight of his smile quickly turning into a devilish grin as he moved aside the rendered useless fabric of your underwear and slipped his fingers inside of you, twisting and scissoring, warming you up right as he leaned in to kiss you, his tongue gliding against yours at the same pace his fingers were moving. It felt as if you were drowning in his attentions, like he was on a mission to overwhelm you with his love.

When he brought his fingers back together and curled them upward, stroking the spot inside of you that had you completely beside yourself, you arched into his touch once more, hooking your arm over his shoulders as leverage so that your hips could match his movements. "Let go, darling," he mumbled against your lips, increasing his pace relentlessly as his thumb began to move against the nub above your entrance, and you finally felt your walls clenching and fluttering around his digits as he slowed his pace, letting you gradually come down from your high.

He withdrew his fingers from you as he rose from the bed, making you feel a sudden wave of arousal once again when you saw the bulge of his erection straining against his boxers coupled with the unabashed way he brought his fingers up to his mouth and groaning as he sucked his digits clean of your release, holding out his free hand toward you to take.

"Shall we take this to my chambers, my love?" He pulled you to your feet, giving you a few moments to straighten your clothes before wrapping his arm around you and lifting you effortlessly, prompting you to wrap your legs around him. All you could do was nod your answer before he captured your lips into a tender kiss as he began to walk to the door of your studio.

"Wait what're you doing?" you squealed, giggling into his kiss as he continued walking toward the exit. Surely he wasn't…?

"My appointment with you is over," he answered you simply. "As tradition based from majority of the previous sessions dictates, I must tell the others." He chuckled as he noted how your eyes widened at his words, placing a kiss on your cheek.

"Looking like this??"

"Seems a waste of time and effort to redress just for a short walk back to my chambers." You let out a playful scoff, refusing to believe the words you were hearing. That he really intended to make his reveal as brazen and dramatic as he possibly could. "Just one thing, my darling."

"What is it?"

He lowered your body slightly so that your hips were flush with his, making you bury your face in the crook of his neck as you let out a moan. "I may be shameless, precious mortal, but I am not vulgar. We need not give them a show that would belong to the place that Wilson refers to as The Hub."

His words had you breaking out into a fit of laughter that quickly turned into more obscene moans as the shaking of your body created a sinful friction from his crotch pressed against yours. "Just make it quick, please," you mumbled quietly as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, hiding as much of your face as you could manage as he took a few more strides and threw the door open with a quick wave of his hand.

"So do we finally have a winner??" you heard Sam holler from the kitchen.

You held on to Loki tighter as he stepped out of your studio, both of you greeted with the sound of applause and wolf whistles from your friends, along with the bellowing cheers of Thor and squeals from both Nat and Wanda. There was also a stray "I believe the term for this moment would be 'I told you so'" from Vision.

Once you'd made it to the stairs, you thought you could make it the rest of the way without having to look any of your teammates in the eye. If only Tony hadn't opened his damn mouth.

"So I'm gonna cancel that 6 o'clock ass whooping then, Tweety? Seeing as you're gonna be too busy getting Asgardian pipe?"

Yup. That did it. That took all the mortification of this moment right out of your system. Your head snapped up from the crook of Loki's neck as you found your voice again. "Oh my fucking god." You gave Tony a glare that could have brought lesser men to their knees.

"Yes, darling?" You shifted your gaze to the god that held you in his arms, the annoyance you had quickly fading into playfulness as you saw the smirk on his face. "What ever it is you're scheming in that brilliant mind of yours, I wholeheartedly support you, my love."

You broke out into a devious grin of your own, leaning in to give him a quick kiss before tilting your head upward. "FRIDAY?"

"Yes, Agent Y/L/N?"

"Do me a solid and revert commit hash ff0486. And then lock all incoming commits until my say so."

"Authorization?"

"Y/L/N."

"Denied. Authorization?"

You groaned. "Tweety!"

"Granted. Commit reverted."

"Y/N what did you do?!" Tony shouted from his seat in the kitchen, the panic in his tone betraying him. "I have meetings with top ranking military officials tomorrow, Tweety! They still think I'm a kinky shit that makes FRIDAY call me--"

"Yes, Daddy?" the AI responded.

The team erupted into a fit of laughter and you quickly looked to Loki again. "Get us out of here, Mischief." He quickly strode toward his apartment, closing the door with a wave of his hand, walking straight into his bedroom and positioning you both so that he was sitting on the bed with you straddling his hips.

He looked at you, his eyes shining with what you now recognized was love, one hand reaching up to weave his fingers through your hair and pull you close, the other lightly running down the side of your body before pulling your hips against his, guiding you to grind against each other in a slow, torturous pace.

Movement from the corner of your eye had you near freezing in place. You distinctly remembered walking into an empty room. But then a smile grew on your face once you saw that the new figure had been a duplicate of Loki, holding a camera in his hands.

"I thought it would be nice if we could have some pictures of our own." You looked at the Loki that was holding you, the hesitation visible in his eyes as he said the words. "If you're alright with that, darling." His fingers hovered over the buttons of your dress as he waited for your answer. You could only nod your head as you smiled at him, leading him to press his lips to your collarbone as he proceeded to undo the buttons in front of your dress.

You lost yourself to the feel of him pressing his lips to every sliver of newly exposed skin, wanton moans escaping you whenever you realized that his attentions would definitely leave a mark. You were so caught up in the moment that you didn't even hear the shutter going off from the direction of Photographer Loki, let alone the sound of the camera being set down somewhere.

What made your eyes snap open was the moment a new set of hands began to help in taking off your bra, and your lips were captured in a tender kiss despite Loki's lips still pressing a kiss onto your bared stomach.

"I refuse to stand by and simply watch, my darling," Photographer Loki murmured against your lips. "Not when you look so exquisite being at my mercy." He cupped the side of your face once he'd discarded of your bra, his thumb stroking along your cheek with a tenderness that left you stunned silent. "I love you."

"I love you, t--" Before you could finish your sentiment, the Loki under you tucked his fingers under your chin, turning your head to face him so that he could capture your lips in a kiss you could only describe as possessive, his tongue easily invading your mouth as he moved his hand from your chin to your hair. You let out a lustful moan when you felt the other Loki's lips at the juncture between your neck and shoulder, along with another hand moving up to cup your breast, teasing your hardened nipple between deft fingers.

"Bid him farewell, darling," he murmured against your lips. "Tonight will be the first time I have you. I will not share you with anyone. Even myself."

You pulled away and reached your hand back to weave your fingers through Photographer Loki's hair, turning your head toward him and pressing your lips to his. "Perhaps another night in the future," he said softly before pressing his lips to your forehead and disappearing in a flash of green.

Before you could turn back to face Loki, he made quick work to move you off his lap and lay you flat on his bed, your back landing on the mattress with a soft thud. "You quite enjoyed that, didn't you, filthy wanton little mortal?" he teased, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee before proceeding to rid you of your panties. "The notion of being worshipped by two mouths."

He trailed his lips up until he captured the stiffened peak of your nipple between his lips, arching into him, silently begging for more. Right as you did, he hooked an arm under you, another obscene moan escaping your lips as you felt the tip of his cock lining up at your entrance.

"Two sets of hands to caress every delectable inch of your delicate, sinful form."

Your moans caught in the back of your throat in a squeak as he began to inch his way inside of you, your chest arching against his as he worked his lips toward your ear, pressing kisses along its shell.

You felt yourself growing impossibly wetter at his next words, unlocking a desire you didn't even realize you had in you. "Two cocks to pleasure you." He eased into you much quicker, both of you letting out a loud moan that echoed around his room as he bottomed out inside you. "Norns, you're perfection, min elskede."

All you could muster in response were incoherent screams. You couldn't even utter his name as he began to increase his pace, driving into you with staggering thrusts as he switched between utterances of Norwegian and English. All you could capture was stuttered mutterings of how tightly you were gripping him and Jeg elsker deg.

When you could feel the knot in your stomach begging to be let loose he began to drive into you harder, setting an unforgiving pace as he pushed you over the edge of your release, your entire body awash with a satedness that you'd never known. A smile finding its way to your face as he reached his climax within you, his voice taking on a low, guttural tone as he grunted, "Mine."

You didn't know how long you slept that night; all you could register when you woke up were your sore limbs and the contradicting feeling of feeling completely content and rested.

A smile stretched across your face as Loki's arm tightened around you, pulling you closer to him when you tried to stretch and move away from the bed. "It's far too early, darling."

Fuck me, how is it even possible that his sleepy morning voice is even hotter than normal?

You held him closer to you, your arm tightening its hold around his abdomen, your leg hooked around his, and your face nuzzled into his chest. "I'm gonna work on finishing your page," you mumbled, your mind ready to work despite your arms and legs deliciously aching if you so much as breathed too deeply.

"No," he grumbled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "You will not rip me of this bliss for that date keeper." He wrapped his free arm around you, trapping you in his embrace. "Mine."

"It's just for a few hours," you giggled as his hand proceeded to stroke across your back. "I'll just finish your page, put the mock together, and send it to the printing company. And then I'm all yours." You tilted your head to look at his sleepy face, placing a lazy kiss on his chin, making him place his hand behind your head as his other arm hoisted you further up his body so he could kiss your lips. "For how ever long you want me."

"I have a better proposition, my love." He quickly licked into your mouth and slid his tongue against yours before flipping you over on your back. "You go back to sleep. Or…" He proceeded to suck a bruise into your neck, quickly rendering you into wanton moaning mess. "I tire you out until you do."

The side of your mouth twitched upward in a smirk as images of how exactly he would tire you out entered your mind. "Well I don't think I'll be able to fall back asleep yet so…" You clicked your tongue as you did a shrugging motion, looking up at him with the widest doe eyes you could muster. "I guess I'll have to go for Option 2."

A/N: And just like that, the story's over. Well actually…not yet. There's still an epilogue…and potentially a little outtake drabble of a moment between Loki & Scopes while cuddling in bed 🥹

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hrrorflm · 7 months

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The last time.

Pairing: Checo Perez x reader.

Warnings: Angst, breakup, Checo being an asshole. Not proofread. English isn't my first language.

Monday afternoon after a weekend of racing and all you could do was wait anxiously for Checo's arrival at the apartment you shared together.

The last two months of your relationship had been a little strange, Checo was distant, from the way he refused to kiss you when you asked him, to the conversations that seemed nothing more than a conversation between two strangers who had just met. A part of you attributed it mainly to the poor track performance and the little support his team seemed to show him because of that. His indifference towards you was so big that more than one occasion you reminded him how important he was to you. Still, things didn't seem to change but immediately all the bad thoughts went away when you thought again about how difficult the environment at work was and the comments he made, attributing his notable distant treatment to simple professional sadness.

Almost without realizing it, the night sky covered the city. Checo should have arrived 4 hours ago, however, there was no sign of him in your home. Fearing that something bad had happened, you took your cell phone in your hands to call him. At the last minute and without wanting to overwhelm him further, you chose to check his Instagram profile. Surprisingly it had a story, clicking on the small circle, the photo opened in front of you: Checo with a couple of friends, drinking a little. A feeling of calm came to your chest knowing that he was fine, yet a strange sensation continued to bother you. Opening the photo again, this time to look at it more closely, you noticed a feminine hand resting subtly on his knee. Due to the light in the place it could barely be seen clearly, but it was there. You bit your lip like every time you felt anxiety invading your body, until the sensation of physical pain was greater than that sensation of anxiety. You threw your cell phone to the side on the couch, opting to go to bed to rest properly. Tomorrow you could talk about the photo with Checo.

After doing your little routine before going to bed, you finally went to bed, ready to close your eyes to rest. And even though you tried, the truth was that you couldn't sleep at all. That photo kept spinning around in your head. And Checo not showing up only made it worse. The hours passed and you were unable to close your eyes for more than 5 minutes. When the first rays of sunlight began to brighten the day outside your room, leaving behind the dark tones of the night, your eyes felt exhausted enough to allow you to get a couple of hours of sleep.

9 in the morning and you were already up, still in your pajamas, preparing breakfast when the sound of the front door opening reached your ears. A smile of joy appeared on your lips almost instantly and you hurried out of the kitchen to greet your boyfriend, but as soon as you took a few steps to get closer to him you could tell that he was not in the best mood, despite that photo where he seemed to be enjoying the night. Sighing, you managed to murmur an "I'm glad you're back, love, I've missed you."

Checo stopped on his way to the room and cast a quick glance in your direction, only to resume his pace, leaving you confused, wouldn't he have heard you? Of course he heard you, otherwise he wouldn't have looked in your direction. Maybe he wanted to change into something more comfortable before going downstairs. You decided to ignore that and returned to the kitchen, ready to serve breakfast on two plates so you could share it with Checo.

Leaving the small plates on the table, you walked to the stairs. "Breakfast is ready, love, will you come down?" Checo's voice was immediate, "No, I'm not hungry, I'll sleep a little." You sighed sadly and even a little helplessly, was it so difficult to go down to have breakfast with you? Couldn't I even join you for breakfast? You could feel tears threatening to fall from your eyes. You shook your head slightly, returning to the breakfast table. But once you sat down and had the plate in front of you, the hunger seemed to have disappeared. Contemplating the food in front of you you could feel the pain in your stomach growing, your palms sweating and your heart pounding. You were prey to anxiety. You knew it perfectly. That's how it had been since you noticed Checo's change in attitude. You shook your head more than frustrated and decided to go back to the room, maybe lying next to Sergio would help you feel better.

You entered the room, watching him rest peacefully on the bed. You smiled to yourself, watching sweetly as he slept, so peaceful, oblivious to everything. Getting rid of your sandals you lay down next to him, waking him up with the gentle movements. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's okay, it doesn't matter," Sergio murmured, without opening his eyes.

You moved close enough to lay your head on his chest, longing for the feeling of warmth that Checo gave off naturally and wanting to inhale the aroma of his perfume that you loved so much. Although your wishes were quickly thwarted when Checo shifted, turning in his spot to turn his back to you. Your look of surprise was obvious, even more so was the moan you let out at that.

Not being able to take it anymore, you finally gathered enough courage to face him and sitting on the bed, you asked, “Is something wrong? ".

Checo seemed not to understand the question and muttered "what are you talking about?"

"You haven't treated me like you always do for two months, Checo. You treat me differently, you're distant from me, you don't talk to me or look at me. You don't even kiss me anymore! I can't touch you because, like now, you push me away." At some point, your voice had raised, revealing your frustration and disappointment with the situation.

Irritated and somewhat annoyed, Checo turned back on the bed so he could see you. "Nothing, nothing happens."

That was the straw that broke the camel's back. Almost like a spring you got out of bed, rushing towards the bathroom as your cheeks turned red and tears flooded your eyes. You grabbed the knob and before disappearing out the door, you wanted to know. "Do you still like me?"

The answer didn't come immediately and with every second that passed your heart accelerated faster and faster, seeming like it would explode at any moment. All you could hear was Checo's slow breathing and your attempts to stop your tears.

"Why you ask?". The indifference in his voice made you want to run away from there.

"I want you to tell me".

Letting out a sigh, the words you seemed to fear the most reached your ears. "Our relationship is not what it was, I feel strange with you and it's like we are just strangers."

It felt like a bucket of ice water falling on your back, as if your heart weighed 200 kilos more in your chest, tears swirled in your eyes without being able to contain them and your soul felt like it was leaving your body. Holding tightly to the doorknob, your sobs became present. You started to shake. You wanted to disappear. Or maybe you wished it was all a dream. One bad dream and you would soon wake up in the arms of the love of your life, staring at the freckles on his face while he slept.

The complete indifference with which he was handling the situation left you stunned, furious. It was unbearable. Retracing your steps you walked to the closet, grabbed a t-shirt and some jeans, changing your clothes so quickly that Checo was a little surprised. Still he made no vain attempt to stop you. Finally you put on your tennis shoes and took your cell phone, ready to leave the home that you had created for yourselves as soon as possible.

However, a voice stopped you. It was almost offensive, insensitive.

"What?" you asked in disbelief, thinking that maybe it was a bad move in your head.

"If you could come get your things before Thursday that would be great, I'm going to Silverstone and I don't want them to see you leaving, for safety reasons."

The blood seemed to rise to your cheeks, and your entire body trembled at what you had just heard. It felt so unreal. Ironically, a small laugh escaped your lips at what had just happened.

"Okay, Checo, I'll come in the afternoon today." You wanted to sound strong, but your voice had betrayed you. It had barely been a whisper.

You didn't have the courage to look at him one more time, knowing that if you did, a part of you would refuse to believe what was happening. Suddenly, that photo came to your memory. You wanted to ask if that was happening because of her, if there was someone else in Checo's life. But there were too many emotions for one day. Shaking your head, you walked out the door muttering a heartfelt “take care.”

The days had passed. Sunday race at Silverstone. You had involuntarily gotten up very early to watch the race, even with the pain that accompanied your heart that seemed to squeeze every time Checo's name was heard on television. After an exciting and highly contested fight, Checo had managed to get on the podium in second place. Without being able to help it, a smile of pride made its way onto your lips when you saw him there, smiling. You could almost swear the breakup hadn't affected him at all. He looked amazing. Until the camera focused on a woman among the audience waiting for such a triumph. She was beautiful, thin, tall, brown haired and very pretty. But that wasn't what caught your attention, no, no. It was the way she looked and who she looked at, when you finally realized that Checo was also looking at her and giving her a unique smile. Like the ones he used to dedicate to you. Suddenly, something seemed to click in your head. You felt your heart break. Now you understood his treatment of you, the absences, the lack of tact, everything.

You wanted to disappear.

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bedtimegiraffe · 3 months

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Aerin Diamond Scene Rewrite Fic

Very glad Kade pushes your character on their trauma from being kidnapped. However, I would love for a LI to comfort your character about the fact that they keep almost dying. (Shoutout to Imtura for briefly comforting MC about the upcoming life-or-death battle, but I want more.) Relationships are a 2-way street! So here’s a little rewrite of the beginning of Aerin’s pre-battle diamond scene. Enjoy!

To accompany this, I recommend the slow and sweet “You Matter to Me” from the musical Waitress. “Come out of hiding, I'm right here beside you. And I'll stay there as long as you'll let me.”

(I don't think there are any warnings to be given other than discussion of possible death.)

It takes some looking, but you eventually find Aerin in a room on one of the ships, pacing with such focus that he doesn’t notice you as you enter. It’s kind of cute how intensely he’s thinking. You speak up, hoping you don’t startle him too badly. “How did you end up here of all places?”

Aerin’s head suddenly turns in your direction, eyes wide. “Oh! I… I wasn’t expecting you.” His surprised expression disappears almost at once, replaced by one of relief. “Imtura offered me this cabin, as a matter of fact.”

“Really?”

“I thought she was going to punch me. But she said that if I was brave enough to come back, I deserved a good place to sleep.” Aerin grins at you sarcastically. “I suppose tripping is a form of affection.”

His brief smile fades as he waves you into the cabin, then resumes his pacing.

You bite the inside of your lip. He looks so nervous. You can hardly blame him for that. “Are you having second thoughts about coming back? Because you… you don’t have to stay.”

Aerin stops moving, turning to give you a searching look. “You would let me leave so easily, then? Even on the eve of battle?”

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy to see you again. Happy you’re here to help. But… things have been exceptionally dangerous since you left. I-” You take a shaky breath in. “I almost died. More than once. In those moments, I really wanted to see you again. But at the same time, I was relieved you were somewhere safer. And now that you’re here, I’m worried you’ll…” The thought hurts to even acknowledge.

Aerin’s eyes tighten with concern, though he covers it passably well. “Telling me you’ve been in incredible danger is hardly the way to get me to leave. And I did not come all this way to back out now.”

You suddenly feel desperate as the fear you’ve struggled to keep at bay forces itself to the front of your mind. “…Aren’t you scared?”

Aerin looks at you for a long moment, his gaze soft. “I’m not. Honestly, I expected to be frightened out of my wits. But for the first time, I actually feel prepared for battle. I trained all throughout my youth, but I never had a good cause to put it to. Just…” He frowns, looking toward the floor. “Baldur’s hunting misadventures. And then my misadventures.”

“That doesn’t mean you can’t…” You close your eyes, trying to collect your thoughts. When you open them, Aerin is right in front of you. Close enough to touch. “Nia died last time. The Blade brought her back, but it was an absolute miracle. I don’t know that we’ll get another one of those. I never used to worry about any of us like this, but we keep getting so close to everything just being over and I can’t…” You choke back a sob. As you struggle vainly to hold back a flood of tears, Aerin hesitantly puts his arms around you, slowly pulling you into a warm embrace. You cling to him tightly as you cry, like he’s the only real thing in the world. Your next words come out in a frantic rush. “I can’t lose you again. Any of you. I can’t be all alone again.”

Aerin doesn’t respond for a moment, just cradling your shaky frame and unconsciously running his thumb in a soothing path along your back. “I wish I could tell you what will happen tomorrow. But I don’t know. There is a possibility this will be our last night alive.” It’s a terrible thing to hear, but… a relief for someone else to finally acknowledge it. “But you won’t be alone. All of your incredibly capable and persistent friends will be with you. I will be with you. For as long as you’ll have me.”

It does help to be reminded that you’re not in this alone. None of you are.

You focus on breathing deeply until you’re calm enough to pull back and look at Aerin again. “How are you so relaxed about the fact that we could all die tomorrow?”

His face melts into a smile, fond and affectionate. “Because I’m fighting for our city and our people. For you.” He brings a hand to cup your cheek, forcing you to meet his suddenly serious gaze. “I’m not going anywhere.”

You smile at that, wiping the last of the tears from your eyes. “Thank you. For being honest with me about…” You take a deep breath. “What might happen tomorrow. And for standing by me.”

“Always.” Aerin gazes deeply into your eyes and, for just a moment, you forget that there exists a world outside this room. Then he blinks, a faint blush rising in his cheeks, and he pulls away. He gestures for you to take a seat on the edge of the bed.

Once you’re seated, Aerin sits next to you, close enough that your arms can’t help but brush. “I suppose I still owe you an explanation for running off the way I did…”

#And then the scene continues as you choose!#blades of light and shadow #choices bolas #blades of light and shadow 2 #aerin valleros #blades mc #aerin x mc #fanfic

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geminijade · 4 months

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Calamity, Catastrophe and Calliope Chapter Three:

A/N: 🚨 age gap, power imbalance relationship. Bucky is 35 and Reader is early 20s, parental angst, descriptions of sex and body parts. I think that it's. My new year resolution is to finish unfinished fics (try saying that ten times fast, lol. 😉) 🚨 As always any mistakes are mine and MINORS DNI 🛑 Hearts, likes, comments and reblogs are very appreciated. Happy Reading! 📚

She's the President's daughter, for God's sake.

What the hell is wrong with you? Control your dick and focus on the job and not fucking her at the first opportunity. I silently berate myself as I follow Y/N down the long hallway that leads to her parents sitting room in the main residence. I can't stop thinking wildly inappropriate thoughts. I can still taste her on my tongue. I can still see her perfect pussy. She walks ahead of me in skintight jeans and a loose bohemian top that is falling off of one of her shoulders. Her every movement is tempting me with her willing body. I can't wait to discover the hidden treasures of her incredible body.

Protecting Y/N every night has put my love life on the back burner. I can't remember the last time I stepped into Seven, the underground club where men like me can find willing participants to satisfy their needs. Tomorrow night will be the first time that I've had off in 6 months, and I've never needed it more.

Things with Y/N have gotten out of control. I need to unleash all of this pent up frustration with someone who won't cost me my career and my sanity.

I take a deep breath. I can practically feel her coming on my fingers. But the thought doesn't settle me as much as I thought it would, because all I can see is Y/N bent over and breathless, skin turning pink and begging for my cock like she was moments ago.

I'm royally screwed, I let go of the breath that I was holding. We're greeted by another secret service agent as we approach her parents sitting room. He nods in my direction before focusing his attention on Y/N.

"Good evening, Ms. L/N. They're expecting you." A practiced smile slips on Y/N's face. "Thank you."

I move around her and open the door for her, I sense her tension as she steps over the threshold. Making sure that she's inside, I grasp the door handle, meeting the President's eyes as I start to close the door.

"I'll be right outside if you need me, sir."

He lifts his hand to stop me. "I'd like it if you stayed, Barnes. This conversation is pertinent to you as well." I stop in my tracks. This can't be good.

I give him a hesitant nod and resume my normal position behind Y/N. From my vantage point, I can feel her discomfort. She's clenching her fists, and her foot is tapping out of nervousness.

Sitting nearby, Y/N's mother is staring at her with a hard look on her face. The only thing that they have in common is their eye color.

"Oh, for goodness sake, Y/N, stop slouching.

Y/N immediately straightens up in her chair. "Sorry, Mother." I cringe at her apology. I'll never understand her parents as long as I live. Their political ambitions have always been the main priority, I get the sense that they don't care about their daughter. They constantly critique her so I'm not surprised that she acts like she does.

"What are you wearing? Honestly, Y/N, it's like you thrive on being an embarrassment to your father and I."

I bite my tongue, fighting the urge to defend her. Y/N's mother is much much more than the First Lady. She's bold and demanding, she wields her power and title as an intimidation tactic. That doesn't work on me. I'll protect Y/N at all costs, but I'm not afraid of the FLOTUS. I'm not her lackey who she can boss around.

"Give it a rest." The President focuses his attention on his daughter for the first time since she's stepped foot into the room. I wait for his gaze to soften, but it doesn't. They remain as cold and vacant as the day we first met. "Your mother and I have some very important news to share with the both of you." Y/N slides to the end of the chair. "What news?"

"I've just spoken with the President of Georgetown University. I called in some favors, and I've gotten them to fast track your admissions into their pre law program."

She abruptly stands up. "What? You can't do that! I'm not leaving NYU!"

"Sit. Down. Now." The President grits out.

Y/N hesitates for a second, then slowly sits back down in her chair. "Please don't do this to me. I'm begging you. I start my internship at the Metropolitan this spring. I cannot pass up the opportunity. I'm the youngest art history major who's ever earned that internship."

He lets out a mirthless chuckle. "You didn't earn it. They gave it to you because of who your parents are. Besides, you've wasted enough time messing around in New York. You're twenty years old Y/N. Now is the time to start getting serious. I think that we're all in agreement that a reputable law degree is more influential than a degree in water colors."

I see her knuckles turn white. "Art is a reputable degree. I've been working towards my goal for almost two years."

Her father narrows his eyes. Y/N visibly shrinks into her chair.

"This isn't up for discussion. The arrangements have already been put in place. You're mother and I have secured you a very nice apartment in downtown D.C. at Skyline Towers."

I nearly choke on his words. Skyline Tower is my apartment building and he knows that. I make my face expressionless, making eye contact as he finishes speaking.

"Agent Barnes current address is in that building. We'll feel much better knowing that he's nearby in case you need him."

"I'm not a child. I don't need anyone babysitting me."

"Whether you like it or not, Y/N, you are the first daughter. We will not tolerate disobedience or your ungrateful behavior. You are my daughter and you will act accordingly." The President's tone leaves no room for disagreement.

Y/N stands and bolts from the room, tears streaming down her face. I was uncomfortable before but now my anger is bubbling under my cool demeanor at seeing her upset. I start to follow behind her but when the President speaks, you listen.

"A word, Barnes." He turns to his wife. "Will you excuse us?" She stands and straightens her slacks, lifting her chin up in an attempt to appear aristocratic. "Fine, but remember, we're supposed to have dinner with the Paulsons in an hour."

"Yes, I remember. This shouldn't take very long." She nods and strides out of the room. I watch as the President walks over to the antique bar across the room and pours himself a hearty drink.

"How are you and Y/N getting along?" I keep my voice neutral. "Things are going fine, sir." The side of his mouth lifts in what I think is his attempt at smiling. "You don't have to sugarcoat anything for me, son. I know exactly what my daughter is like, she's a firecracker. I'm quite sure that she keeps you and Clarence on your toes."

"Between the two of us, we manage just fine sir." He nods his head at me as he pours himself another drink from a crystal decanter. "You've both been doing a remarkable job of keeping her antics out of the press. Especially you, having to deal with her nighttime activities. Don't get me wrong, Clarence is a fine agent, but he has a soft spot for Y/N. He acts very fatherly towards her." I watch as he takes a drink of his expensive bourbon, studying me hard before carrying on. "You, however have your fingers on the pulse of this city. You're young. Thirty five, correct?"

"Yes, sir."

"Whether you're aware of it or not, that's the main reason why I insisted on you being assigned to my daughter. Your youth gives you a leg up over the other agents. You know what people her age are thinking, which gives you the ability to be one step ahead of her without her being aware. That's the main reason why we secured her an apartment in your building."

He stops to take another drink.

"As you're well aware of, this is a critical time for me. All eyes are on me and by extension my family. I simply cannot afford the risk of my approval rating." He gives me a pointed stare. "I trust that you understand the implications?"

I sure do. You want me to be on call 24/7. "Yes, Mr. President."

"Very good." He downs the rest of his drink and motions with his hand to dismiss me. "That's all. Tell Marcus outside that Mrs. L/N and I will be ready shortly."

"Yes, sir." I leave after relaying the President's message, I start walking towards Y/N's room. Agitation drives me forward. I can't believe that they're moving her into my building.

I round the final corner, I'm met with a heart wrenching sound. Y/N's crying. Even from outside of her room, I can't deny it.

Shit.

I can't deal with this now. Crying never solves anything. She should be angry instead. I can relate to anger. I can teach her to harness it, to control it in ways that would bring pleasure instead of pain. Suddenly, the thought of her nude body bound and gagged flashes before my eyes. I can visualize the thin strips of leather holding her wrists above her head as I suck on her full, perky tits. I can see her skin turning that delectable shade of pink.

I try to ignore my arousal and resume my normal stance beside her door. I focus hard on the faded red carpet underneath me, anything for a distraction when all that I really want to do is break down her door and pick up where we left off.

I've been hired to protect her, not comfort her or fuck her. It's not my job or my style to be nurturing or compassionate to her, but I am. Punishing her or turning her into my personal little play thing and hopefully turning her into a well behaved First Daughter isn't my job either, but that's precisely what I'm itching to do. Every fiber of my being yearns for it.

The longer that I stand here listening to her sob, the harder it is for me to ignore my desires. I turn to face the door and I raise my hand to knock. At the last second, I hesitate.

What is it about Y/N L/N that makes me care so fucking much? Before I make a colossal mistake, I lower my arm back to my side. Her breathing is broken and jagged and my stomach rolls.

I return to my designated location next to the door, feeling like the scum of the earth.

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shares-a-vest · 1 year

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Christmas Night, 1996

Eddie pads into the living room and sighs.

"No, no, no, no!" he stage-whispers to himself as he heads for the couch.

Steve is already asleep, quietly snoring on the couch that he’d made as a makeshift bed for the night - arms folded over himself, leg hanging over the edge. Eddie rolls his eyes, thinking he should have known better, he was always going to doze off the second his pretty head hit the pillow (or couch cushion). And of course, he wasn’t under the covers, nor had he removed his glasses and hearing aid.

He must have dozed off after seeing their daughter, Joanie, to bed. She crashed completely after a Christmas Day filled with far too many presents and endless food. Coupled with the excitement leading up to Christmas and a very sleepless Christmas Eve, Joanie was fast asleep, unlikely to stir until late tomorrow morning (at least, late for her endless toddler energy).

Thankfully, their three-year-old had gone off to bed without a fuss, her only request being that Wayne’s blow-up mattress be in her room (which her doting Pa unquestionably agreed to). Steve had insisted that Robin and Nancy sleep in their freshly-made bed, hence the couch set up. They were finally sleeping too after a late phone call to Mike where the pair (quite tipsy) teased him for falling for hosting the Wheeler parents for Christmas.

Eddie perches on the edge of the couch. He can't help but run his finger along Steve's jawline and smile. Ever the light sleeper, Steve huffs, his breath puffing his fringe as he squirms around.

"Steve?"

"Mhmmf."

"Stevie, sweetie," he coos, brushing his hair from his face. "Sugarplum, muffin, honey-baby-sweetums."

Steve whines before his eyes shoot open.

"Eds," he says, panicked.

"Hey, it's alright," he whispers, holding his arms to stop him from flailing about with worry.

"Well, why did you wake me up?" he whines, sounding exactly like Joanie after waking up from dozing off during car trips. He attempts to roll over so he's facing the back of the couch but Eddie stops him, placing his hand on his shoulder.

"But, Steve - "

"What is it?" he insists, settling on his back and looking very tired. And grumpy.

"Stevie, I can't wait, I'm going to lose my mind over here," he laughs nervously, rubbing his palms on his sweatpants.

"Eds, I'll have to take a rain check on your naughty present. I'm too tired. Plus, we are sleeping on the couch - "

"Which was your idea!" he retorts.

He can’t help himself - arguing the point about the Christmas sleeping arrangements. He’d always considered himself a chivalrous gentleman but drew the line at being personally inconvenienced. He tugs on Steve’s sleeve, eliciting a series of grumbles as he slowly moves to sit up with Eddie's help. Eddie straightens up his glasses and grabs the spare blanket they'd set aside for themselves from the foot of the couch.

"You stay here, all cute and snuggly," he says, tucking the blanket tight around a frowning Steve before cupping his jaw and kissing him softly.

He resumes his seat after retrieving what he needed (tucked away in his work bag, the last of many hiding spots) and smiles. Steve looks him over, wide eyes glistening in the lights of the Christmas tree as he starts breathing heavily. Eddie realises he was probably expecting him to come back with his acoustic for some Christmas night serenading.

"Steve Harrington," he begins, holding out a small black box with a gold ribbon.

Steve looks down, letting out a sobbing gasp. He pinches his nose like he always does when he's trying not to cry. But it doesn't work. Tears fall and he removes his glasses as his bottom lip wobbles. He stares at the box in Eddie’s hand for a moment, eyes reddening as tears fall.

"Don’t cry, darling," Eddie soothes, brushing a hand through his hair again.

"I cry about everything these days, Eddie," he chokes before taking a deep breath and exhaling shakily through his mouth.

"Steve, it goes without saying," he chuckles as he fumbles to untie the ribbon and open the box. "Will you marry me?"

Steve just hurriedly nods and gulps. It isn’t perfect, but Eddie needs to comfort him real quick, so he takes Steve’s left hand - with a yank and a tight grip more than anything graceful. The ring is a simple gold band with their initials engraved on the inside, nothing too flashy. Steve still enjoys toying with Eddie’s rings but he only ever wears them as long as they are seated side by side and he is fidgeting.

"I didn't think you were going to do this," Steve says quietly through sniffles. "Or else I would have!"

"Beat you to it, big boy."

"I just figured," he starts, slumping back on the couch. "We can't legally get married..."

He shrugs and chews his lip. It's not like they haven't talked about marriage. And Steve's still a little old-fashioned with some things so Eddie knows he desperately wishes they could get married for real. Especially after they had Joanie.

"Since when do we follow rules?"

Steve extends his hand and looks the ring over. His sniffling starts up again.

"And we've broken a few laws," he says, gulping back tears.

"Hmm, yes, I recall."

Steve chuckles and pulls at Eddie to sit on his lap. He nuzzles into his neck and giggles.

"Why did I insist that Nance and Robin take our room!" he laments, voice muffled.

"Ha!" Eddie says, clenching a fist in victory. "You admit it!"

Steve kisses him, probably to shut him up and not wake the rest of the household.

(this was technically a sequel to THIS fic, but seeing as I ended up writing a quick little ficlet, it wasn't crucial to read so I'm just linking at the end 🎄🎄🎄)

#steddie christmas engagement brainrot #*throws another one at you - all wrapped up in the gaudiest christmas paper you can think of #sometimes eddie just runs through every pet name he has for steve in one go #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie christmas #steddie ficlet #trans eddie munson #steddie as girl-dads

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harunayuuka2060 · 1 year

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MC: *is taking a break when they received a text message*

MC: ...

Please meet me in the parking lot. I want to talk with you. — Asmo

MC: *sent him a reply*

I made myself clear.

MC: That should do it. *then proceed continuing their work for the day*

MC's assistant: Manager? It's pretty late. Are you not going home yet?

MC: No. I need to help the staff from the main branch.

MC's assistant: Oh. Is there a trouble?

MC: Yes. But nothing too serious.

MC's assistant: I see. Good luck, manager. I'm gonna peace out.

MC: Be careful on the road.

MC's assistant: I will! *then exits the office*

MC: *resumes work, hoping to finish soon*

MC: *walking to the parking lot*

Asmo: MC? You've come to see me after all!

MC: ...

MC: *stern* What are you doing here, Mr. Asmodeus?

Asmo: *has been waiting for them in front of their car* *pouts* I've sent you a message.

MC: You did. But I'm not interested in having further conversation with you.

Asmo: I know~ Since it's quite late. Let's go? I'll drive you home~. Just tell me where you live.

MC: No, thank you. I can drive by myself.

Asmo: Okay~. I'll make sure you will not doze off. *gets into the passenger seat*

MC: ...

Asmo: What are you waiting for?

MC: *gets in their car* *and once they're seated on the driver's seat*

Asmo: *stares at them lovingly*

MC: Mr. Asmodeus, make sure you won't make me uncomfortable in this whole two-hour drive or I will drop you off at the police station.

Asmo: I'll behave~.

Asmo: Wow~! Is this your house?

MC: Yes. I'll call a taxi. You need to leave now.

Asmo: But it's dangerous outside~. What if something happens to me?

MC: ...

Asmo: Do you remember when I got almo—

MC: Fine. You can spend the night in the guest room.

Asmo: Okay~. Thank you~!

MC: ...

MC: *goes to their room after they did a quick shower*

MC: *is about to get to bed and go to sleep when Asmo knocks on their door and invites himself in*

Asmo: I've got you a strawberry smoothie~. Drink this before you go to bed.

MC: No. And get out of my room.

Asmo: But, you can't sleep unless you drink a smoothie. So here~!

MC: Mr. Asmodeus, get out of my room.

Asmo: No.

MC: Excuse me?

Asmo: We haven't seen each other for six years. So I'm going to stay because I really miss you and I wanted to see you, see your face, hear your voice. Because I still love you.

MC: ...

MC: *grabs his free hand and pulls him close*

Asmo: M-MC—

MC: *moves and pins him on the wall*

MC: Really? Why will I believe you? You never settled for one.

Asmo: I do... And it's you.

MC: ...

MC: *kisses his cheek*

Asmo: !!!

MC: *then opens the door and shoves him outside without a warning*

Asmo: Wha—

MC: I'm sending you your last paycheck tomorrow. Have a good night. *then slams the door*

Asmo: ...Huh?

#obey me #obey me mc #obey me asmo #when it's you

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eventinelysplayground · 12 days

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This is my second entry for @wordycheeseblob and @lorei-writes challenge Wish Upon an Aide, this is also doubling as my birthday post for Leonardo as I was so busy I forgot about it until last night. I went with the themes of serenity and life. On the eve of Leonardo returning home Mitsuki and Lumière have a late night 'chat'. As in my previous italics are used for the pets 'talking'. Pure fluff WC approx 900. Language note: Lumières gift suggestion is an affectionate joke from my mom's side of the family, it means a pretty little brand new nothing.

Birthday Surprise

The night was calm, a slightly crisp early spring breeze wafted through the windows making the curtains dance. The mansion was normally a lively enough place even at this hour but tonight was different and quiet ruled.

Mon dieu I'm bored, what is everyone doing tonight? I want to be entertained!

Pacing down the hallway he looked into the open doors in hopes of finding a distraction if nothing else. He was going to give up when he passed the parlor and his eyes caught sight of a familiar figure reclined on the sofa.

Mais bien, our compagna is still awake!

Lumière silently walked over to the sofa and looked up at Mitsuki whose head was buried in a book. He studied her in silence for a moment before pouncing onto the sofa and nudging at the corner of her book.

“Oh Lumière!”

Compagna, mmm that feels delightful.

Lumière leaned into Mitsukis touch as she pet him and scratched him behind the ears.

This isn't exactly entertaining but… I'll let it pass for now.

Lumière sat in the small space between Mitsuki and the sofa's edge and started to purr contentedly. Soon he heard her book close followed by a soft sigh, he opened an eye ever so slightly and saw her glancing from her watch to the window.

“I didn't realize it had gotten so late I really should be getting to bed but honestly I'm too excited and nervous to sleep.”

Excited I get he's coming home tomorrow after all but, pourquois nervous?

“Maybe I'm just too much in my head about it all.”

Mitsuki said nothing more for a while, her fingers also stopped their movement and Lumière looked up at her in annoyance.

Are you going to finish that thought or… also come on, back to spoiling me.

“Meow!”

Lumière pressed his head into Mitsukis hand and she looked down at him and smiled.

“Sorry, I guess I got lost in my own thoughts for a bit.”

As his attention resumed Lumière once again closed his eyes, enjoying himself.

This is serene, I always love when you pamper me. Of course I enjoy it more when I steal your attention away from him but-

“I hope Leonardo's sleeping well tonight.”

Mmmm I'm sure he's not, he doesn't do well without you. He barely ever slept properly before you came along, not like he could have found his bed even if he wanted to some days.

“Mroow.”

“Ya you're right he's probably not.”

A small laugh escaped Mitsuki and she suddenly reached out for Lumière placing him in her lap.

“Hey Lumière can you keep a secret?”

Of course I can!

Lumières tail swished back and forth in affirmation.

“I have a big surprise for Leonardo, I was going to surprise him right after he gets home tomorrow but I decided to wait the extra three days until his birthday.”

Are you sure that's wise? You're never very good at hiding anything from him and you know that.

Lumière gave Mitsuki a look and she answered him as if she could read his thoughts.

“I know I know, I've never been good at hiding things from him but I can do it this time! If I don't I'll have to think of something different to give him for his birthday and I was already having trouble coming up with something.”

You needed ideas? Un beau petit rien de neuf, that's what you get him.

“I wanted to get him something nobody else ever has before and that's really hard to find for somebody who's been alive as long as Leonardo has but...”

You already gave him back his heart, and you give him a haven of serenity every day. I think that's enough to last a lifetime, even an eternal one.

“Then this came along at just the right time.”

Lumières eyes followed Mitsuki's hands as they came to rest on her lower stomach.

Is that why you've been acting differently lately? It's a very subtle change and I assumed it was just because you were missing him but it appears I assumed wrong. Well now, guess I can take back what I said about him having serenity everyday.

“You're the only other one who knows right now.”

I'm flattered.

Lumière sat purring in Mitsukis lap for a short while and he could feel her hands trembling as she stroked him.

Compagna, there's no need for you to be so anxious.

Lumière purred louder and stronger in Mitsukis lap hoping to help calm her nerves.

“I keep trying to picture how he's going to react when I tell him.”

Well let's see…. He'll be speechless, that's for certain. That will be a fun sight, but he'll be happy once he gets over the shock.

Lumière watched as a soft smile lit up Mitsukis face.

This wasn't quite the entertainment I had been looking for tonight but, hehe the stunned look on his face when you tell him will be worth the wait. Oh this is going to be fun!

“What do you think, Lumière? Do you think Leonardo will like his present, even though he’ll have to wait a while to actually see it?"

What do I think? Well, other than c'est tres merveilleux… I think that you better not leave naming it up to Leonardo unless you want it to be called Bambino for the first two years.

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp fanfic #ikevamp leonardo #ikemen vampire leonardo #wishuponanaidecc #ikevamp mitsuki #starlitmanornetwork

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bellasimos · 4 months

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Tea & Confess (18+)

ɢᴏʀᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇᴍᴜʀᴀ x ᴠ(ᴏᴄ)

You can read it on Ao3 ( x ) Words Counting: 9,291 Warning: Smut, Eventual Smut, My First Smut, oral (giving), Face-Fucking, Vaginal Fingering, Overstimulation, Missionary Position, Confessions, Unprotected Sex, slightly brainwash mentioned, idk what else to add Summary: After hacking into Arasaka's float in order to reach Hanako, Vaike had alternative ideas to tell her personal problem with Takemura, which only lead to worrisome of regaining some of her memories, one particular that he is holding out hope for her to not forget about him. Note: A disclamation, English is not my first language but I tried my best to edit and change grammar that makes sense. A little feedback/critique is alright, negative feedback/criticism is not the way to help writers to improve better. Enjoy :) Original was posted on my main but is now move fully here

"V, take the roof!" Exclaimed Takemura via the comm.

On a night mission to hijack the float to one step closer to meeting Hanako. To expose the real truth of who murdered Saboro rather blame a merc thief. Vaike, the real name, is helping out to get the truth out to save her sister and figure out how to save her life from the biochip that is taking possession of Yua's body. The only thing that Vaike has remains her family. As she glanced up at the roof opening in the Arasaka building. Vaike wasted no time in getting there, silent and quick. All thanks to Takemura for teaching her, she jumps twice so that she can sense the air. One more step and she is out, as her hand touches the reel of the roof; using her strength to pull herself out of the inside building. Vaike was met by a cool death at night but the sound of Arasaka's alarm remains. As she sighs, blink her eyes to resume the call with Takemura and Yua.

"It's done."

"Abouuuut time! I was worried that you would get caught!" Said Yua, who was hiding on the opposite side of the building.

Her cheerful voice still seemed the same, Vaike thought of that.

"Excellent job, V. With this, we can approach Hanako without any problem. I will discuss the next part of the plan tomorrow." Takemura explained.

"Alright, you can leave, for now, Yua." Vaike said, rolling her eyes as she already knew where Yua was going after this.

"No question where I'm going or?"

"No, just go. I'll pick you up first thing tomorrow morning, to discuss the plan."

"Huh, weird gesture but alright. I'll see you tomorrow then."

Vakie sighed as the call ended with Yua, things between them have been on and off ever since she got influenced by Night City, the heist mission costing TBug and Jakie’s life over a soulchip that currently is reprogramming inside of her. A loud, clear throat brought her sense back, realizing Takemura is on the other call on the line,

“I’m sorry, I dozed off. What’s the next step?”

“We wait for tomorrow, you’ve done an excellent job today. Do you need an escort back to your apartment?”

It was a long way to go back, a car ride with Takemura ain't a bad idea. Unlikely the last time it happened with Arasaka's troupe chasing them after retrieving Yua.

"Yes, I don't mind a car ride. Where are you at?"

"Opposite the Arasaka building, it's not hard to miss."

"Affirmative." Vaike hung up the call with a single shot.

From the room to the floor, she kneeled with support at the bottom of the boot. Years in training with Arasaka but Goro as her mentor. Taught her every single combat with hand maneuvers from swords to mantis blades. Especially on flexing and controlling the weight of your body in need of stealth missions. She does give her gratitude to Takemura for teaching her but not gratitude to Arasaka. Yua has helped her to see the truth of Arasaka but there is a chain that she cannot break from. Being away from them, they tug more and more until she cannot move on. Vaike is drowned by their corruption, fighting back to not kill her sister whenever the voice scratches her brain. Taunting her, filing false idealism of Yua is using her to destroy the Arasaka corporation.

Vaike shook her thoughts aside, not noticing her body move on its own to reach the other side of the building. Her ruby eyes scan the parking lot for a larger van that he came in from, the very own man itself sitting in the driver seat. Lost in his own world, perhaps plotting out some backup plan in case this one comes to fail. But she knows him, his plan never fails. Vaike carefully walks up to the driver's door, lifting her hand as it contacts against the windows. A couple of touches interrupt his brainstorming as he glances up.

He opened the door and gestured to the opposite door. “I’ll get it for you.”

“I- well thank you.” She gave her gratitude as Takemura opened the door for her.

Vaike hopped in the van while waiting for Takemura to get on and turn on the engine for a long silent ride to her apartment. To which, she stands to correct only half of it. It was a long ride, silence along with little jazz music playing on the radio. Vaike never had an idea of what Takemura's music would be. With a hint of relaxed energy filling in between their space, she lifted her eyes at Takemura, eyes glued on the road while his hands were in two and eight steering wheels. Her eyes trailed to his long, large hand on it, smooth but firmly on it, she continued to trail on his outfit all the way up his jawline. Perfectly structured jawline irresistible to leave kisses on. All the way down to his neck, the Arasaka chrome neckline, is so expensive to obtain a chrome like that. As Vaike continues to trail her eyes from the neck to his top outfit as it can be seen visible as he breathes in it. Her pupil grew slightly at the sight of him.

“What’s on your mind, Vaike?” He mumbles gently as he stops the van from a red light.

She immediately ripped her gaze away from him, trying to put her focus on the window as her face grew embarrassed. “It's nothing, uh, yeah.”

“Cat caught your tongue?” He chuckled as he started to move the van when the light went green. “I knew you were staring at me, V.”

“Oh, I, uh, I’m sorry?”

Takemura shook his head. “I cannot blame you, beauty and looks are meant to be seen. I don’t understand what you see in me.”

Vaike pressed her lip into thin, searching for words to say something. But she’s afraid it’ll come out more embarrassing. “We could discuss it back in my apartment.” She told him, slower and quiet.

Takemura nodded. “Privacy, that's the correct way to discuss.”

The silence crawled between them, reaching to Corpo Plaza Apartment as Takemura parked in front of the entrance. He turned his attention to Vaike, her eyes glancing at him.

“Go, I’ll meet you soon. I must hide the van.”

She nodded while opening the door to hover her leg on the street floor. Closing the door behind Takemura drove off, hiding the van somewhere else. Unknown were but she shook the question's thoughts away. Her sight glanced at the building, black tinted with red on the corner with the Arasaka logo. Surprisingly, none of the employees tried to warn Arasaka about Vaike living in this apartment. Traitors living under their noses sound about right. Vaike chuckled at her thought, for once, she found it funny.

She sighs, it was getting late as per usual, and not even once stepped inside to be in her own comfort space. As Vaike took one step, she felt a weight on her wrist, causing her to turn back but yet to find the Arasaka dog. Goro Takemura.

“My apologies, I took too long to find a place to set my van. Did I make you wait that long?”

His hand was smooth, gentle as she recalled. He wasn’t this gentle before, back when he was her own mentor. No pressure to stop her from walking, just his ghostly-feel-like touch made her stop. And, personally, she wishes he could use those hands on her face, waist, arm, anywhere where her mind lingers more.

She shakes her head. “Not at all, we should go inside.”

He nodded, as his hand slipped off her wrist. The warmth was replaced with a cold feeling, but his hand was secure on her back. Sending shivers down her spine but maintaining a blank expression. Takemura guides her inside, passing by the metal red light security for any false identification. Vaike was clear to go so she waited for Takemura to step in. Surprisingly, he was clear, he thought he was gonna get caught for sure but security in this was awfully strange. Unless Vaike had something to do about it; he hasn’t forgotten about Vaike’s blood relative of her descendants' parents. The couple entered the elevator, and Vaike pressed the button to thirty floors in her room. The bell sounds from the elevator while it slides shut in front of them as it pulls up to their destination. Takemura narrows his eyes and gazes at the young woman standing next to him. Giving a good look at the side profile with that golden chrome on her face. It was indeed in Arasaka 's best interest to keep her up to date, with the latest chrome beauty feature as such. Dare he say, but she was one eye-catching that he ever laid his eyes upon. If he was younger, roughly around the same age as she is, he would simply ask her out.

But how can he, he is not worthy of a date. He’s only Saboro’s bodyguard, he only knows how to obey, do the job and protect. Takemura never fit the idea of being someone else's partner, trusting, loving, and capable of being there for them. He is more of a killer machine working under the greatest and most well-known from Arasaka. Something definitely made him feel when Vaike came into his teaching. He wondered what it would feel like to be once in love with her.

“Are you alright, Takemura? You’ve been awfully quiet during this ride.” Her smooth voice interrupted his furrowed thoughts.

He blinks, looking straight at her. “Oh, um. Yeah, I’m alright. Just thinking about the plan.”

Vaike turned to his attention. “To get straight with Hanako?”

He nodded. “Yes, that is correct.”

“She’ll listen to us, I promise you that Takemura.”

His gaze softened at her promised word, sincerity made his heart beat a skip. Takemura lifts his hand and places it on her back. “Thank you, Vaike.”

Vaike felt a warm feeling on her skin, his hand being touched on her back made her heart skip a beat while she nodded. “You’re welcome.”

Elevators made their stop as the door slid open to be greeted by the hallway where some Arasaka employees were sitting on the sofa and another across this room. As they walked in, Vaike took off her boots as Takemura followed, it was rude to walk around with shoes inside the apartment. He taught her it brings bad luck, and spirit if she believes it. The decoration is fitting for a rich kind with black and red to match Arasaka. But, honestly, Vaike prefers her own kind of taste in decoration. He had seen it, and somehow, he does wonder how come she remembers a little bit about it. The decoration matches a Nomad, freely with your own taste along with your family. It still outstanding him due to the fact she was brainwashed. Guess he will never know. Vaike walked up to her entrance and slipped her security code for it to be open. The door slides open, her attention returning back to Takemura as she enters. Motioning her finger at him, he thought it was more spell-like. The way that this woman has him wrapped around her hand.

“Suit yourself, Takemura, do you want some tea or alcohol?” Vaike asked, making her way to the counter where the tea cup was sitting to make some.

Takemura looked at her and thought about it. Tea sounded like a good idea to settle down some nerves. “Tea sounds pleasant, thank you.”

Vaike nodded, focusing on preparing the tea. Takemura took his welcome to sit down on one of those stools next to the counter, his hand gently rubbing his thighs while waiting patiently for the tea. Taking the opportunity to observe around, the window next to the kitchen is the view from the apartment; he thought about how it would look waking up every morning to look at people walking in the street, how many troubles have passed by while consuming your morning drink. He then looks at the bed to his right, assuming that’s where she rests. If Vaike ever rests, Takemura has secretly readied her health. Barely got any rest ever since she has reunited with her only family alive. It was a concern for him but he never forced her to get rest. Not his position to tell her either way.

He ripped his thoughts aside to return to focusing on the woman in front of him. Setting his cup of tea on the counter table. Vaike has made a set of herself as well.

“Thank you.” He said, bowing his head and taking the cup directly to his mouth.

She smiled warmly, taking a small sip of her tea.

To his surprise, it tasted the same tea that he had drank once. The hint of warmth of his home with a sweet taste hint brings him time when he remembers bits of his family. He furrowed his eyebrows, how did Vaike know his kind taste of tea? It rather shocked him to find out that Vaike knew his personal taste in tea. Perhaps asking wouldn’t hurt so he settled the cup down and glanced at her. Vaike quickly noticed and lowered the cup from her lip.

“It’s everything alright?” She asks.

“The tea was marvelous, Vaike. But how did you know this is my favorite taste of tea?” He raised an eyebrow.

Vaike chuckled, waving her hand in front of him. “I took some studies from that time, reunion with your master, you remember?”

He scrunched his nose a bit. “Was it a personal business reunion?”

“The very one, yes.”

“Well, I’m not sure what to say but, good job.”

She shrugged. “Take it as a way of me repaying you back for teaching me.”

“You seem troubled.” He changed the topic, not being rude. He just felt a little embarrassed but grateful for her for trying to repay him, despite it being his own decision to train her.

Vaike sighs and puts her cup down as her hand holds the edge of the counter table. “It’s nothing, I don’t want to bore you with my problem.”

“Vaike, I’m here to help you. Trust me.” He reassured her as he stretched his hand to her, grasping gently with a force.

“It’s my sister, Yua. I feel-No, I believe she does not trust me. With the truth that I don’t remember anything about my parents; only I know that she is my sister, probably the old me made sure it was protected and secure before the brainwashing.”

He nodded. “I’m sure she trusts you, Vaike. It still feels fresh for her to fully trust you. However, I understand her concern about Arasaka-“

“That as well, since she lost TBug and Jackie in that heist mission. I still truly believe it was Dex's plan to fuck her up. But, I just want her to trust me; I still don’t know how I can approach her to tell her.” Vaike added.

“May I suggest but you deserve to know this as well.” He started. “But you can regain your memories back, however, there will be heavily guarded by Arasaka. Only the Arasaka family can enter.”

Her eyes light up as she grabs his hand, each of her hands holding it. “I can get my memories back?”

“As I said, yes, I’m not sure what would be the downside once you’ve restored your memory back.” He turned his attention to his empty tea cup.

“Huh, what do you mean Takemura?” Vaike took his chin as she guided them back to her face.

Takemura opened his mouth but words couldn’t get out, he was struggling to find the correct sentences to make it make sense. How can he, Takemura is not some attractive and well young look for Vaike, she probably won’t accept to date him. At this stage of his age, that is, still, his heart ached when he thinks in that way. Many possibilities pour into his mind as his voice froze. He cannot simply remain in eye contact with her any longer. It’ll hurt his only Moonlight.

“What I mean, Vaike.” He paused as his hand grabbed her wrist, guiding them to the top surface of the table. He adores the soft touch of her tanned skin, how he wishes to kiss those skin of hers. Worship every inch of her, tell her how goddess she is. Oh, his poor heart is crying.

“Yes Goro?” she lowered her face to look at him once again.

“I’m afraid if you restore your memory, of any chance, you’d forget about me and our moments together. I treasure it with all my heart - I, uh, I wasn’t where I was going with this.”

There was a smile, poking on the corner of her lips. Along with a warm, fuzzy feeling on her cheek. “I don’t think I would lose any precious memories about you, Goro. Is this some kind of confession?”

He was caught by a surprise, eyes grew wider as his face flushed embarrassingly about it. Takemura tried to recollect himself. “More or less.”

Vaike laughed lightly. “That’s really cute of you, Goro. I thought you wouldn’t like me or confess this way.”

“I don’t follow.”

Vaike stood up while his eyes followed her every move. “I’m in love with you, Takemura.”

Her sentences made his heart freeze for a moment, as his eyes lit up with hope and surprise to hear it coming out from her. For years and months, he thought she wouldn’t feel the same way, and share the same feelings for each other. All his emotions flushed in at once, Takemura only thought as it commanded his body. Kicked off the stool with his hand aside from the corner table and pulled her against his body. His lip captured her, and for a couple of seconds, it took her to realize what was going on. Goro Takemura was kissing right in front of her while frowning his brows. No loose attachment as she slipped her hand up from his chest to his shoulder then around his neck, gladly returning the kiss. Just as he exactly pictured it, her lips were soft and craving, with a hint of the tea they both were having with. He ran his tongue across her lips for permission entrance, but she had another idea, denying his permission by taking his bottom lip with her teeth. Takemura let out a groan into the kiss and understood what she was trying to do. He had another idea in his hand. He grabbed some pile of her hair while dipping the back of her head, exposing more skin on her neck. Leaving her swollen lip to trail down his wet kisses to her jawline into her throat. Flustered by his kisses, she rubbed her thighs together. A small mewls slip out from her lip after he gives a small nibble on the sensitive spot area in her neck. His lip curved, focusing on the tender spot with his tongue before sucking the spot. Leaving a wonder of his own mark on it, love bites as he continues to every inch of her neck as he could.

Vaike let out a long, string breath as she shook underneath him. Him being towered on top of her gave him empowerment to dominate her. He hummed while dipping his mouth in her collarbone, guiding his tongue on top of her skin. Feeling her body shudder at his touch once more fills his satisfaction. Yet it allows him to know her body reacts the way she wants to be touched. Takemura let go of her small pile of hair while he ran his hand down to her lower back, slipping his both hands into her rear ass as he pulled her into him. Vaike let out a harmless laugh while holding onto him, carefully taking her away from the kitchen to the bed that was not far. Her body made contact on a soft surface, her head dug into her pillow feeling his warm left on her, hovering on top of her. Eyes filled with lust and love, he wants to take all in and leave none, but Takemura wants to take it slow as well.

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