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focalove · 3 months

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Bathing with him

Cw! : gn!reader....... with some mentions of maybe f!/m!reader, mentions of d*ck, nothing too explicit. written before sunday & aven release!

Aventurine

✦ 01 bb come home the kids miss u :(

✦ 02 Though, by all means, Aventurine never or rarely reveal his ✦ bare naked self infront of anyone. So congratulations for achieving this level of intimacy with him

✦ 03 At first he'd be so cocky and teaseful when you asked him if you wanted to bath with him

✦ 04 "Oh? princess/prince-y here wants to bathe with me? well what's the occasion, or are you just that touch starved?" he snickered with a smirk of a devil in his face

✦ 05 I also think he'd also ask you to undress you to like "sweetie… I don't think I can take off my shirt… can you help me?" and he would be dangling his chest window area

✦ 06 and his pants too maybe, to show you his d---

✦ 07 anywayz, when both of you finally get in the bathtub, he'd be so shy

✦ 08 pls lead him!! princess needs his directions on how to do it correctly :<

Aventurine had a big bathroom. Big bathtub, a lot of space, fully furnished bathroom, a complete set of bath commodities. For you, it was like a dream bathroom. And there you are, sitting on the brims of the bathtub. The water tempeture was warm and the fragrance of the soap that had been mixed with the water was devine.

The door opened, revealing Aventurine in a towel around his waist. You can hear the footsteps behind you. An indication he's coming. "The water is set, you can get it in you'd like" you played with the water just a bit.

Aventurine put a hand onto your shoulder and gave you a kiss on the cheek "Mhm sure, arent you getting in honey?"

"I am, i am.. what, you need help with your towel?"

"Is that an offer, sweetheart?"

"…forget I said anything then" he snorted and smirked hearing your retort

As soon as both of you had done removing eachother's towels, both of you get in the bath tub.

Aventurine, gets in slowly, almost like as if he was scared to break the water itself. Adorable, really. To see a man who acts so smug and so sure of himself, express nervousness when he's just taking a bath with his one and only lover. You noticed his nervous behavior and you cant help but let out a light chuckle, "Scared much, Avey?".

In which he reply "Nonsense, lovely." however to contrast his words, he stammered on his words he spoke. It's not that noticeable, so he hopes you don't notice it.

yet ofcouse you would notice it and scooch over to him closer and give him a little kiss on his shoulder and snake an arm on the back of his waist. Just a way to tease him, just a bit.

He flinched slightly by your touch and scoffed "Devil much huh? oh sorry, I meant hell spawn." you laugh, "Not my fault that handsome here is so stiff. Come on, I'll wash your hair and you wash mine"

He let you do as you please with him. It felt oddly nice to have someone taking care of him for once in a lifetime. You do it so gently with him too, now how could he not feel at least slightly emotional when only such a few people have given him comfort and almost all of them have died? And now here you are, taking care of him like he's a stray cat.

He just can't help it but say

".... I'm glad I met you, I love you, sweetheart."

Jing Yuan

✦ 01 Big cat. Very big cat.

✦ 02 Big cat flop onto the bath tub

✦ 03 Big cat will ask u to wash his hair (uncertain he would do the same tho)

✦ 04 Will sleep if u take too long to shampoo his hair.

✦ 05 Cold water can do the trick to wake him up

✦ 06 Would probably pull you in a huge hug too.

When Jing Yuan got on the bathtub, it was almost as if he hogged all the space that were available. "Hey, how come I don't get a room?" You complained. Which he replies with a lazy smirk "you can just sit on my lap?"

An awkward pause fills up the room, and the longer the pause, the more contagious the little pink blush is on your cheeks which he just cannot help himself to laugh. "Well? Would you like to, dove?" In which you just let out a whine.

Eventually, you cave in and give into his whims. It's not like there's any other way to get in the bath tub without any of his body parts being touched by you. Now here you are, sitting on top of his lap, looking like a confused cat, don't know where to leap next.

It was a sight for sore eyes. You looked cute, now he can't help but let out a playful chuckle and bring you forward to him. "Why so stiff? Is it your first time seeing me stripped? I don't think so…" Worst part, he gave you his signature little lazy smile, looking like he has no wrongdoings.

"That's… Irrelevant, just let me do your hair, baobei." Hence, he let his head down and let you untie his ponytail, and do the rest

While you were washing his hair, his eyelids suddenly felt heavy. He couldn't help it, it felt so good to have your delicate yet skillful fingers all over his scalp. It just so happens that you were doing too great of your job.

"Baobei, it's done~!" You twisted his hair and stuck it into the top of his head. "Baobei?" You called him out again. No response.

Out of suspicion, you raise his head to show his sleeping face. Ah, in all of the places in the universe.. he just had to sleep at this moment, you thought. Abruptly, you had a really… Devious plan to wake him up.

Jing Yuan really just needed to rinse the shampoo away and he'd be done. But instead of using the warm water, just use the icy cold water to wake him up. And perhaps instead of using the shower, why not just pour a bucket full of it? That's exactly what you did.

Sure, it's quite literally deceitful, but at least it gets the job done. It's hard to wake up this big general, so a bucket of cold water could do.

You took a small bucket lying around the bathroom and filled it up with cold water. Little did you know, Jing Yuan was already awake when you were done with his hair.

You swear you didn't feel the water vibrations changing, but somehow, he's already in your shoulder while you were still not done filling the bucket.

"Mmnh… What are you doing my Qīn qīn? Not trying to splash me with the cold water aren't you?"

Drat. How did he even—

"No-no… O-ofcourse not.."

"Then what is it for, hm?"

"I…" You decided to give up from the act. Goddamnit, you were so close!

"you know what? yes, I was, now.. have a taste—!" You splashed the water into his face. Yet, no response. Not even a reaction, single flinch, nothing… Literally unfazed.

"Mhm, it takes more than that to even make me flinch, baobei dear."

Sunday

✦ 01 Asking to bath with Sunday isn't really that hard... But he would reassure you if you want to do it, it's a very intimate action to bathe with one another.

✦ 02 But bathing with Sunday is like bathing with an angel in a cloud

✦ 03 He'd be so soft, delicate. As if scared to even hurt you, make a wrong move.

✦ 04 Though, as delicate as he can be, he expects you to do the same.

✦ 05 He would let you wash his wings, but be gentle with them!

✦ 06 Once again, his touch is so gentle. Like imagine him washing your face with his thumbs just circling your cheeks

"Dear, turn your head downwards for me please?" He asked. Your boyfriend, Sunday, couldn't have been more gentler. He's washing your hair and your whole body with firm yet gentle strokes. You did as he asked and turned your head downwards. "Good girl/boy..." and thus felt the warm water wash away all the foam that covered your entire frame.

"Mm... Shouldn't I be the one praising you, angel?" He let out a silent chuckle "And who's being the obedient one here, hm?" It was a somewhat convenient playful banter between the two of you. Convincing the other that they're better.

Once you're done, Sunday gave one last splash of water to your hair and scrub off any remaining shampoo or soap that still be sticking around. "There, all done." He gave a wet kiss on the forehead. Which you unintentionally let out a giggle. "Hey this isn't fair, can't I bathe you too?" You note, it was true, all this time who's getting the royalty treatment is just you. "Do you want to? If so you could do that.."

An unanticipated idea came up from your oh so brilliant head "How about I wash your wings?"

"..." He hesitated just a bit. If truth be told, he was quite... Anxious to lend you his wings. Just what if you accidentally pulled one of the feathers? "How about my.. body, dear? My hair?" He recommended

"I mean— sure.. but can I wash your wings? Pleasee?" You insisted and pleaded. You even crawled your way to his chest, he felt compelled to kiss that face of yours and hug you tight. Just how can he reject you? "Fine, fine... But be extremely gentle." He sighed.

You started on with his right wing. Once you've held it, the wing flinches by accident. You poured the soap into your hand and started caressing the tip of his wing, cleaning all the dirt or dust that was there. "Does this hurt, sunday?" Through which he denies "no, absolutely not, darling. You're doing great" and purred as you do his wings

As you did the other wing, he kept purring like a pigeon being petted. Perhaps it was to imply that he was very enjoying this.

"Enjoying this much, love?"

"Very" he cood "oh, and thank you, I love you darling.." you giggled in response as you rinse both of his wings "I love you too."

✧ XTRA : i fking gentlemenfied sunday dawg :sob: also this was vv rushed, thats why it keeps getting shorter from aven to sunday (Aven is 430 words n sunday is 400 words) but oddly enough jy is 560 words💀 cringed so bad in jy's part tho like i speedrun that shit & gonna write guitarist bf kazuha after this

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hazelfoureyes · 23 days

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The Big Part (2)

Part 1

Alastor x Recently deflowered fem reader

Alastor had said he saved something for the next night after taking your virginity, and after what felt like a month and more of waiting, the next night finally came. As did Alastor. Multiple times.

「warnings/promises: smut, p in v, creampie, demon Alastor, Alastor isn’t so nice tonight cuz he’s ready to bust a nut babe sorry, cervix hulk smashed, drooling, lotsa cum, sex with the lights on, pretzel reader, curiosity killed the pussy cat, dom Alastor, organs shifted, it’s 2am so my proofreading may be shit」

Part 2

The Big Part: Bigger and Wetter

minors dni pls thank you bbs

Were you a whore? Or one of those sex addicted nymphos?

Ever since Alastor slid out of you and left you alone you could still feel him. A phantom limb of sorts, nestled between your legs and sunk to the hilt.

Was that normal? You couldn’t be sure. Not that you could ask anyone. Once again, same dilemma, Husk would groan and shoo you away. Angel would just start describing all of the dicks he wished he still felt.

More pressing, somehow, was the fact Alastor had scheduled to return tonight. Same time. You had no idea what time you’d been shadow portalled into your room the previous night.

To be safe, you returned to your room as soon as nightfall came. What if he came and you hadn’t been there? What if he never came back at all?

Despite your best efforts, you hadn’t seen him since he, you buried your head in your hands to hide from no one, deflowered you. What a silly word. You’d be a mess of damp pedals and scattered pollen had you been a flower.

Biology of plants aside, the word pollen brought to mind the ‘first’ you’d be treated to soon. You crossed your legs, the idea of making Alastor cum was exciting enough. But to feel it? You couldn’t imagine.

But you wanted to.

Scooting back onto the bed, you settled under the covers. Maybe that craving would be cured with a little imagination. With embarrassing speed, you slipped your hand into your pants and down to your core. You were already so wet just from thinking about Alastor. Nearly pathetic levels of aroused, panties soaked. Kicking off your pants and underwear, you let your fingers feel at your entrance for the first time since Alastor pulled out. You didn’t feel different to the touch. But there was a throbbing ache inside you.

Your nondominant hand snaked around your thigh. One finger, then two, you remembered his hips against your body. The way he told you to make yourself orgasm.

It wasn’t enough. You managed a third finger. Your free hand came to your clit. He’d just been there. Less than 24 hours before, you and he occupied the same space.

The hunger didn’t ebb. It wasn’t the size, or the speed, your newly greedy cunt wanted someone. Maybe fingers would never again be enough to satisfy you. Had Alastor knowingly cursed you to a lifelong addiction? You could almost hear him, smirk in his voice, “Missing me that much already?”

Your hand flew from your body, pitched knees caving in. You thought your heart might squeeze through the confines of your ribs from fright. As you looked over the blanket, there stood Alastor leaning on his microphone. His eyes were sharp, moving from your face to your lap and back.

“It’s a little rude to start the festivities before all the guests have arrived.” His hand gripped the blanket and yanked it off of you and the bed entirely. Exposed, your hands came back down to hide yourself which only made the deer demon laugh. “Darling, what’s there to hide?”

His shadow slithered up the wall behind him, voice crackling as an old radio filter cut through, “I’ve done more than look at you already.”

That somehow didn’t make it any less embarrassing. More so, as you thought about it. He’d done so much more than look. Alastor had been inside you.

When you didn’t say anything, he put one knee onto your bed and leaned forward. He used his microphone to slot between your legs and spread them open, “Remove your hands.”

You didn’t immediately respond.

“Oh, sorry,” a glow from his eyes as his head tilted unnaturally, “I suppose I wasn’t clear. That wasn’t a request, dear. If we’re going to do this you’re going to have to do as you’re told.” The tone of his voice paired with his changing eyes made you tremble. Your hands slipped up your stomach as you let him take in the sight of your glistening lips, already wet from your lazy fingering. “Good girl.”

He watched you clench and you swore you saw him swallow hard in response. A hum, “I’ll save that for tomorrow. Now!” He clapped, microphone flashing out of existence, “I believe we have a date. A new first for the taking.”

He was particularly excited about this one. Taking your virginity was definitely an amusing trophy but the idea of seeding your still virginal womb brought a twisted smile to his face. First in life and death to mark you from the inside.

Alastor had spent all day avoiding you. He was quite worried just the sight of your hips swaying as you moved down the hall would incite him to take hold and bend you over the nearest surface. He hadn’t had sex in quite a while before your offer, but this little advent calendar of firsts you had so easily agreed to was triggering unusual reactions from him. His mind was plagued with all the ways he could change you. All of the sounds you’d offer him exclusive first rights to enjoying. All of the little flashes of fear and embarrassment you’d display as he claimed new parts of your body with his own.

Already hard and throbbing in his pants, he knew he wouldn’t last too long. But luckily he had every intention of drowning your pussy so that wouldn’t be an issue.

You watched his half lidded eyes scan over your body, tongue swiping over his lips. A fox in the hen house.

“You’ve already prepared I see! How considerate.” He inched closer. One hand removing his belt and pulling his leaking cock out in a scene you were happy to repeat, his other hand came to your entrance. Three fingers pushed into you, longer and thicker than your own. Immediately your expression shifted from embarrassed to debauched. That burn of his stretch was reminding you of how much he opened you up the night before.

You hadn’t realized you’d closed your eyes until they popped open in response to an unexpected sound. A lusty sigh coming from Alastor, his hand gripping the base of his member tightly as he finger fucked you. Being unsure what he was doing didn’t stop you from gripping his fingers tighter. Did it feel good for him to hold so tightly at himself? You clamped down again, his fingers stilling. Finally his eyes left your lap to meet your stare, following your line of sight to his hand around his cock.

“Perhaps,” his fingers pulled out, “You aren’t the only one eager to continue yesterday’s games.”

Games. You wouldn’t call any of this a game. But you were happy to play along if it meant that ache would soon be calmed.

A pick up in your heart rate as he began undressing.

“Why today? Why get naked today?” A sharp look made you shrink, “I’m not complaining just…curious.”

A roll of his eyes, “I don’t want to stain my pants.”

Your eyes closed, needing a moment to calm down. What did that mean. Stain? With what??

You’d seen porn before, you weren’t completely naive. How much exactly would he…you opened your eyes, his face close to yours.

Mind blank. Skull entirely hollow as a clawed finger traced down your cheek. Gentle. Uncharacteristically gentle. Frighteningly gentle.

His nose grazed yours, hand tilting your face slightly so his mouth could ghost over yours without hitting against your nose. His smile open and letting his hot breath roll over your lips and chin.

Your eyes screwed shut, gasping sharply as you were taken by surprise by his sudden and complete entrance into you. Alastor had gotten close to drink in your expression when he entered you. He bottomed out in one move, a soft slap of his body hitting into yours. His sharp and predatory expression softening with the feeling of you surrounding him entirely. He hadn’t expected to react that way so he had no time to try and steel against the pleasured response.

An honest and open moment between you both, before his usual unbothered demeanor returned.

“Much easier than before, right, dear?”

You could almost feel his grin on your skin. The ache dulled but didn’t leave you. Without thinking your hips rolled against him, itching for the friction your body craved.

Alastor was entirely taken aback. Whimpering virgin turned hungry doe. His hands came to your hips and held you still, genuinely making you whimper.

“Now now, you’re getting ahead of yourself.” his nails dug into your flesh.

Hitched breath, clenching now around the firm but yielding length spreading you open at the center. His head fell down slightly as shadows grew up the walls. Little prongs stretching out before his hips pushed against you. No drawback, just a deeper press. Your delicate but hungry organ moved with his intrusion and pulled a gasp from you.

Black dripped from his lips as sharp teeth cut against his grin before his eyes came up to meet yours, “Do you want me to take more of your first experiences?”

Voice heavy as it hit the air between you, the murmur of a waiting audience crisp and distant behind his tone.

You nodded. Of course you did. After the previous night you were desperate to feel everything you’d been missing out on.

His hips rolled into yours, pushing your stomach up with his length.

A moan, delayed as your senses were struggling to understand the still novel sensations.

“Say it.”

Not a request.

“I want you-.”

“Alastor.”

“I want you, Alastor, to take more firsts.”

His hips rolled again, that infamous grin reaching his ears. “Use your manners, my little doe.”

Another involuntary spasm around him, “Please.”

As if he was prepared for your answer, because he was, because he knew there was no other answer, his body was ready with a snap of his hips. “Perhaps I was too accommodating last night?” Another languid and punishing roll of his hips that started at his chest, allowing his entire length to slip out of you before just as easily pushing back in. Your eyes slid shut, mind fractured as it focused on the claws pressing into your flesh, on the still slight burn of your opening stretching at his widest part, at his voice making your body shiver.

A tiny part of you thought you may actually die if he didn’t pick up the pace.

He considered trying to keep his release at bay, but knew he’d have time to enjoy you as many times as he wanted. Your unspoken wish granted, his speed jumping from lazy and considered to determined and frantic. The warmth you provided, the slick wetness he coaxed out of you, all of it was thickening the fog of his mind. Finding an even rhythm to pull back the tension of his orgasm, you found yourself scrambling under him. The goal was definitely different now than the prior night, and as your eyes opened you could see he had clenched his shut. You knew what was coming, and though you weren’t actively trying to cum you still found a building pressure in your gut.

When your legs began to kick up to make some distance between his cock and your cervix, the pace so deep and rushed your body was feeling overstimulated already, his hands grabbed both ankles and pressed them as far up as your muscles could stretch. Your knees nearly pressed into your shoulders, raptured groans escaping you when you could feel all you’d done was allow him deeper access to you.

“Al-ah!” His name was too long, much like the other part of him choking you up now. Helpless to stop it, panicked by the feeling, you felt tears forming as your orgasm was truly forced out of you. You saw white as you trembled, crying out little pleas for him to let up the stimulation but he wasn’t listening anymore. His ears were pressed to his skull and ringing, heartbeat pounding in his head and down his cock.

What a help you were, squeezing him like your body needed his release as badly as he wanted to give it. You felt the heat of his seed filling you before his hips slowed, not stopping but pulling out more and more with every thrust until he was finishing on your lower lips.

His clawed thumb wiped the dripping liquid up and down your folds. Dirty. But dirtied by him, before anyone else. Alastor watched the way your hole twitched and wanted to devour you.

A moment finally of relief for your nerves, you tried to stop the way your pussy was twitching and working his cum deeper inside. You were surprised how hot you found it, a strange swelling of your pride at your body making him cum and a deep satisfaction at feeling that warm liquid coating your walls. Oh no, another addiction? Something else your fingers could never do…

You felt sleepy, emotionally rocked and physically spent, you sighed dramatically, “Alastor-,”

His other hand released your ankle but instead of pulling away, he gripped your hips and rolled you to your stomach.

A second of panicked confusion. “What are you doing?” You lifted yourself up on your elbows and looked back. Wide and creaking antlers loomed over you, eyes black and pupils red looking straight through you. Hungry.

Something possessed you, not quite fear. Something even more base than that took in the demonic Alastor and felt compelled to raise your hips. “Alastor?” A little purposeful clenching, semen slipping past your still untouched clit and dribbling down your thighs and stomach as your head lowered back to the bed.

Following an order you hadn’t been given yet was easy when his eyes were locked on your core. You whined, a new position meant a new angle so you held tightly to one of your pillows in anticipation.

Your face pressed into the pillow as his body rubbed against yours. The hands on your thighs scratching upwards, “Words, sweetheart.” Deeper than before, scratchy and strained.

Biting your lip you considered just spontaneously combusting and turning to ash, but you wanted to feel more, you needed to see what else he could offer. Curiosity, pussy cats, a joke you couldn’t find the functioning neurons to piece together as you struggled to squeak out, “Are you done, Alastor? Or, I can k-keep going.” The heat of your blush threatened to follow through with the combustion, face burning with embarrassment for saying something so needy.

He knew you could. Lubed and softened, Alastor’s dick pressed into you and sank in with ease. That was the only response you received. Your body, for the first time ever, felt like it was made to take him. Everything felt swollen and sensitive as his still hard member pulled and pushed at your walls. The kind of sounds people paid to hear were filling the room, your moans long and deep now. The wet slap of his balls against your pussy sounded so sharp against the rounded breaths you seemed to sigh out.

Despite his sudden increase in size, your body gave way easily. Rutting into you, Alastor felt like a lesser creature. How rarely he dropped the more complicated facets of being an overlord and just let the demon in him dictate his moves. You were a different feast entirely to the lowly shark sinners he so easily took apart some time ago. A different kind hunger being satiated and stoked again in a lustful cycle.

It felt like you were molded to him, forgetting his shape and learning it anew every time he buried himself into you. Looking down through the sharp contrast his demon form offered he could see himself being taken in deeper than before. He regretted suddenly not looking for the bulge he surely made earlier in your stomach as he had the night before.

Your body had bones, you were sure of it, but you collapsed like jelly into the mattress. Alastor’s hips followed yours down, never missing a beat as he continued a bruising force. Your mind was swimming as your brain was 80% pleasure reception and 20% breathing deep enough to stay conscious. Heart beat dictated by the pitch of his breath.

Drool soaked into your pillow, cum dripping down onto your blankets. Sweat slick body rocking into the bed as you felt a pulse at your clit. The electricity a response to your thoughts, your realization you were a cocksleeve for the cruelest overlord in recent memory. Was this an achievement? It felt like one. Another, louder moan from you as his breaths turned to growls.

The blankets were ripped as his clawed hands balled into fists around you.

What an education you were receiving. What a thorough teacher Alastor was for you. Your body already responding so well to your new lessons.

A daring move that got you scolded earlier but you pushed your ass back up into his body to greet him. This time Alastor was happy for it, the softness of your ass shaking as he humped down into your wet heat. Soft flesh he wanted to grip and bruise and scratch but he kept enough of himself to remember you were breakable.

Too new still for a lesson on pain. No, right, he was supposed to be offering you the new sensations of being seeded.

Your hips were fucked off the bed as his speed quickened, your back bending uncomfortably. You bit into the corner of the pillow, needing to do something with the static ricocheting inside your body. A flicker of the lights you had forgotten were still on was the only warning before both of his hands came to press between your shoulders and pin you down. A set of three thrusts, each deeper than the last as he came a second time.

Your legs kicked up again, hitting lightly at the back of his legs as he reached a new depth, twinge of pain deep in your center as he pressed.

With a sigh, all of the air left your lungs. His hands slid down your back with a tickle, holding your cheeks open so he could watch himself pull out of you entirely.

Voice and body back to normal, Alastor patted softly at your thighs, “Thoroughly fucked now, dear. I’d say your pesky virginity has been completely and utterly taken.”

You couldn’t reply, brain going quiet as a blissed out sleep creeped up your spine.

“Happy to be of service, do come find me when you’re ready for my help again.” Was all you heard before his laugh was fading away. Either into the darkness of your dreams or into his own shadow, you couldn’t be sure. You were out cold before that laughter went quiet.

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irndad · 4 months

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* Gardenia - the love of a friend who doesn’t want to just be friends

This screams both tasm!peter to me. Also Remus. Both. Both is good.

a/n: he's my husband officer i love him / prompts are open bb!!! tasm!peter parker x reader

The realization sweeps over him like the invention of technicolor- slow, warm bursts of an entirely new perspective. Her company has been present more often, and he’s slowly becoming addicted to the sight of her.

Harry introduced the both of them. Peter’s been in kind of an odd space since graduating college, and so sometimes when he meets Harry’s grad student friends he can be a little intimidating. She was no exception.

Except she was, wasn’t she?

Peter recalls the first time he ever met her, warm twinkling fairy lights of Harry’s apartment illuminating her features. She’d smiled at him, a gentle thing, all warm disposition and kind eyes, and Peter had almost felt his knees buckle under her gaze.

He’s somehow managed to be charming enough to get her to enjoy his company for almost two months. They’re friends, or whatever you call being the first person the other hears from in the morning. Peter keeps a picture of her in his wallet for luck. He’s not very good at hiding the things he wants, but she’s not the kind of woman who dates guys like him, at least in his perception.

Still, tonight, this is easy to forget. She’s in his apartment, soda poured into wine glasses, his head on her shoulder, drunk on the way she laughs and the fact she chose to spend her night with him. She’s got a finite amount of time, and she’s chosen to spend it with her legs on top of his. She’s so, so warm. The show he’s put on is the least of his worries, the least captivating thing he can imagine.

He’s made them dinner, called Harry in a panic about three times even though if you’d have asked Peter before tonight if this was a date, he’d be sure you were insane. There’s a somatic sense of urgency, now, heightened senses attuned to her every movement. There’s a lot of curses to the spider-bite but this- the way that she feels in his arms, how her perfume lingers in his senses, how her so-soft skin feels on his own, her fingers carding through his hair lazily-

“What’s on your mind?” She says, a giggle in her voice.

“This is nice,” he replies, turning to look up at her. She’s just so nice to look at.

“Stop looking at me that way,” she says, warmth creeping up her cheeks, delicate hands covering her face in embarrassment. He turns to face her, and she smells like vanilla perfume and everything he wants.

“What way?” There’s an uncontrollable flirt in his tone, and it’s hard to admit how much he’s proud of the fact it’s him that made her feel that way. It’s a lot of restraint he’s used to not call her baby.

“Like that,” she murmurs. He thinks he might see her eyes flicker to his lips, and his chest roars with want. He’s drunk on all of it, the feeling of her so close, the kindest person he’s had the good fortune to meet.

“I can’t help it,” he says back, unashamedly staring back at her adorable pout, “I just wanna…”

It’s months of pining, of waiting and watching and listening to the sound of her heart when he leans over and kisses her. He’s not sure if he’s fucked it, but then- then she leans into him, kisses him back, warm and soft and isn’t this the point of being a person? Getting to be held like this?

She actually ends up staying the night, in an incredibly mundane way. Harry finds them just that way in the morning, wrapped around each other like knots on a cherry stem. Peter doesn’t even have it in him to be embarrassed.

#the amazing spider man #andrew garfield #andrew garfield spiderman #spiderman #spiderman x reader #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker oneshot #peter parker blurb #peter parker imagine #peter parker fluff #tasm #tasm peter parker x reader #andrew g

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kindagayfish · 1 year

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I am also very obsessed with Babygirl Vash lol how about the classic sharing a bed trope with Vash? It can be swf or not! We just need more imagines of him!

Vash and sharing the bed trope

A/N: YES SHARING THE BED TROPE I LOVE IT SO MUCH HDJBSFHKSBFHKDBGHJB especially when its with bb girl vash *swoon* I’ve seen quite a few of these scenarios already but there will never be enough to satisfy me. I made this one sfw cause I really just wanted to write some fluff. Also, I finished the OG Trigun and I see some differences between OG Vash and Stampede Vash. I’ll be writing for the Stampede characters unless specified otherwise. We just haven’t seen him flirt with anyone yet, while in the OG he was very much a Chad lol. So sorry for the quality, and for taking so long. I haven’t written fanfiction in a LONG TIME. Seriously it’s been years but it feels nice to do it again. But how do people write these so quickly like damn.

Contains: fluff, Gender-neutral reader, And not really proof-read cause we die like men out here.

When you open your eyes again, it’s still dark. Your mouth cracks open in a yawn and you slowly become aware of someone pressed up against your back.

Oh. Oh that’s right.

It had been an exhaustingly long day trekking through the desert, and an even longer evening trying to find a place to stay the night. You have no idea what possessed every abled body in Noman's Land to travel to the same town as you, but every room in the dusty motel next to the bar was taken. Even the porch swing had some poor soul wrapped up in his coat for the night.

You and Vash were about to call it and take turns sleeping in a nearby alley, when an old woman took pity on you and offered up her spare room. You were so excited to sleep in a real bed that you didn’t even think to ask about the size of the space.

It wasn’t until the both of you had finally gotten into the tiny, very much intended for one person or two people squished very close together bed, that you realized how incredibly awkward the whole situation is.

“Hey-”

“WELL GOODNIGHT” You had blurted out, turning so that your back was to Vash, hiding your flustered expression. He is a little too good at reading your face sometimes, and you didn’t need him asking questions.

He replied with a quiet goodnight, feeling him shift away as well.

Now, Vash’s breath is hot on the back of your neck as he snores lightly, his spiky hair tickling your skin. Sometime in the night, his arms found their way around your middle and pulled you flush against his chest, securing you in place.

This particular scenario had been one you’ve played in your head on loop anytime the two of you had slept close to one another. It’s like a dream come true. And any other time, you would have nestled back into his hold and fell back asleep, hoping that this action was intentional; but instead, you silently curse yourself for chugging a whole gallon of water after arriving in town. Because my god you have to pee.

He stirs slightly when you shift, hugging you closer and burying his face into your shoulder. You feel yourself growing hot as he lets out a content sigh, lips ghosting over your skin. It quickly becomes clear that you’re not escaping without waking him.

“Vash…” You whisper his name softly, not wanting to alarm him. “Vash?”

“Hmm?” he hums, breathing in deeply. Vash lifts his head and loosens his grip slightly. You take this opportunity to turn and meet his eyes. They’re droopy with sleep, blinking a bit. He gives you a lazy smile before whispering, “hi.”

“Uh hi.” Your heart rate picks up at the sight before you, and you swallow hard. “Could you um…”

“Hm?” It takes a moment for him to register the kind of position you are in. “Oh. OH SORRY.” Vash squeaks with wide eyes, releasing you quickly with a growing blush on his face. Getting out of the bed in a hurry as an attempt to hide your own flustered state, you almost miss the deflated look he gives when you’re no longer next to him.

“Everything alright?”

“Yeah yeah. Just ya know…bathroom.”

“Right right.”

You quietly make your way to the bathroom, making sure not to wake your host who slept soundly in the room next to yours. Part of you wanted to rush to get back, feeling chilly after leaving the warm bed and Vash’s arms. You hide your burning face in your hands as his smile flashes in your mind.

He’s just so…ATTRACTIVE. Ever since you realized you had fallen for him, it has been increasingly harder to hide your feelings. Any time he touches you (which is a considerable amount when running from danger) has your brain short-circuiting and your stomach doing flips. Sometimes you can’t help but wonder if Vash is really this oblivious, or if he is ignoring it to save you both the embarrassment of a rejection. Either way, you aren’t sure if you’re ready to face the truth just yet.

Maybe if I take long enough he’ll fall back asleep and it won’t have to be weird.

After a considerable amount of time pacing the bathroom, you finally make the short walk back to the spare bedroom.

To your slight disappointment, Vash is asleep by the time you slip back into the bed next to him. His face is calm, a stark contrast to the way his brows furrow together during an intense confrontation, and you take a moment to admire his face in the moonlight. You brush a few hairs back from his forehead and immediately freeze when his eyes flutter open.

“Hi” he whispers a second time.

Pulling your hand back, you feel your face grow hot again. “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you twice.”

“It’s okay: Vash replies, smiling softly.

You continue to stare at each other, both unsure of what to say next. It’s subtle, but you start to see a blush creep up Vash’s neck and reach the tips of his ears.

“Um” Vash is the one to break the silence, reaching for you. “Can I…?”

“Yes” you answer immediately, scooting your body closer to his.

“Does that make this weird?”

You let out a laugh. "You just caught me watching you sleep and you think this is weird?"

“Fair enough" Vash laughs with you. "But are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

“Oh okay good” He breathes out a sigh in relief, pulling you completely into him. Feeling his body relax against yours, you tuck your head up under his chin, ear pressed against his chest. You swear his heart is pounding as intensely as your own.

“So warm” Vash mumbles into your hair. You let out a content hum, allowing sleep to overtake you once more.

BONUS

Some general headcanons:

Man sleeps like a ROCK with you

Very used to having to wake up and jet at any moment so I assume he’s a light sleeper. But with you next to him? His body finally allows him to get those good Zs.

Clingy af

Good luck escaping Vash’s arms in the middle of the night. Once he has latched on, you won’t be free until morning.

Will 110% snore lightly in your ear

mumbles in his sleep too. Usually you can’t make out what he is saying though.

Loves any cuddling positions, but his FAVORITES are any where you are the one holding him.

Vash always wants you to play with his hair. Legit will turn to putty in your hands if you scratch his scalp.

Sometimes will even nuzzle into your shoulder to get you to do it because he’s too embarrassed to ask

If you need some extra comforting at night, maybe you had a nightmare or something particularly scary happened that day, he will lay you on his chest and softly hum/sing until you fall asleep. (I honestly think Vash would have a really nice singing voice)

Usually the last one to fall asleep, and the first one to wake up. He really enjoys the quiet moments with you. It’s the way you softly smile at him in the dawning sunlight that makes him forget that he’s a wanted man.

#vash x reader #vash x you #trigun x reader #trigun stampede

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honeyhotteoks · 6 months

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this night together - chapter eleven (j.yh + s.mg)

chapter eleven: a new love song

chapter summary: time, and a well worded letter, heals all wounds. finally, it's time to let go.

warnings: nothing really, social drinking, etc.

notes: reminder that if you're reading this on or around 12.3.23 when it's posted, i'm uploading three chapters at once! if you haven't read chapter ten, go do that before you skip ahead!!

pairings: alpha!yunho x alpha!mingi x omega!reader

genre: smut, a/b/o/omegaverse, angst, fluff, romance, polyamory

word count: 5.2k

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The party is bright, bursting with light and color and art. You can feel Hongjoong’s presence everywhere from the moment you step through the doors and you almost feel underdressed. You selected your outfit for him, something a little bolder than you’d normally do, but something that truly suits the occasion and the honored guest. You adjust the top of your black trousers and glance down to ensure the cream white blouse that is parted open is still firmly secured with the hidden tape you painstakingly applied. You hope your lipstick is staying put.

The listening party for New World’s new mini album is in full swing, but the night is about more than just that. Their tour has ended, everyone back on Korean soil, and it will be the first time anyone will hear the album from start to finish and the first time you’ll be face to face with them again.

Three months of nothing, no contact except the letter. The letter you’ve read about a hundred times.

You texted Wooyoung, San, and Seonghwa of course, and they mentioned Yunho and Mingi occasionally, but always in the broader context of what they were doing on tour. You saw them in pictures, travel shots on Instagram or Snapchat stories of their nights out, but otherwise nothing. For three months you let it marinate, and your feelings haven’t changed in the slightest. All you have to do now is find them in this crowd and clear the air.

It’s no surprise you’re as late as you are, your stomach was in knots getting ready and leaving your apartment had you practically coming apart at the seams. The idea of talking to them is simple, but you’ve rehearsed what you want to say over and over and you can’t imagine how they’ll respond. You take a glass of sparkling wine from one of the caterers and realize there are far more people here than you thought there would be. When you pictured a listening party you expected an intimate crowd, but the gallery space KQ rented is full of faces, some you know and some you don’t. You’re pretty sure you’ve missed the album playthrough at this point, you just hope no one’s noticed your absence.

“You look so good!” A voice from behind you makes you turn, and you smile when you see Dahan in her sparkly wrap dress.

“So do you,” You give her a quick, friendly hug.

“This is your first one, right?” She asks, looking past you to find a drink tray.

“Listening party?” You clarify, “Yeah,”

“This is definitely the nicest one so far,” She all but whispers to you, “New World is pulling in that tour money now,”

“Ah,” You nod.

“Usually it’s at a nice restaurant or something, not quite so many people,” She explains, snagging a drink, “not that I’m complaining, dressing up is fun,”

“Do you see Hongjoong at all?” You crane your neck and look through some of the bodies, but you can’t really see anyone else you know closely.

“Mm,” She joins you, “no, but Yujin and some of the others are over there,”

You follow her gaze, “Perfect,”

She starts weaving through and you follow, keeping close to her and protecting your drink as you side step around and behind people.

When you make it to the little circle of BB Trippin dancers, you slot right in alongside Dahan and give everyone a smile, “Hey,”

Everyone greets you warmly, but you wonder absently where your little pocket of close friends are hiding. Yujin draws your attention though when she says, “Jaemin’s here,”

“He is?” Your eyes widen. You barely ever see him, but it does make sense that he would attend an opportunity to bump elbows with people in the industry.

“Mhm,” She nods, “I saw him talking to Yunho earlier.”

Butterflies curl in your stomach, “Yunho’s here?”

“Mhm,” She takes a sip of her drink, “somewhere,”

“You look really nice,” Minseok interrupts, stepping a little closer so you can hear him better, “I like the whole, you know,” he gestures up and down to indicate he means your outfit and you nod.

“Thanks,” You nod, “you clean up nice too,”

“Oh yeah?” He shrugs, “Thanks,”

You start to turn back to Yujin who looks like she has something more to say, but Minseok keeps going, “Have you met Hongjoong?”

“Oh,” You start.

“He’s a nice guy,” He continues, “you’d like his vibe, or at least, I think you would,”

“Actually,”

“I’m not sure if you know this or not, but it’s his voice that’s on a lot of the initial guide tracks we get,”

You do know that, but you nod and take a long sip of your drink, ice slipping down and connecting with your lip as you tip it back a little further.

“He’s a bit eccentric,” Minseok continues.

“Who’s a bit eccentric?” Seonghwa cuts in, stepping into the circle and cutting smoothly between you and Minseok, another drink for you ready in his hands.

Minseok’s lips close.

“Hi, Hwa,” You smile, “that for me?”

“Of course,” He trades your nearly empty glass for the full one and leans in to press a fast kiss on your cheek, “you look beautiful,”

“Stop,” You resist the urge to actually nudge him in front of too many people and give off the wrong idea about how close the two of you are, but you give him the best withering look you can.

He ignores you though, “Who’s eccentric?”

“Oh,” You do your best to keep the smile off your lips, “Minseok was just telling me about Hongjoong,”

“Mm,” Seonghwa glances to the side at him, “is he?”

“Artistic might be the right word,” Minseok corrects himself.

“Well, that’s true,” You nod.

“Oh,” Minseok blinks, “so you know him?”

“Well, yes, I,” You start to say but Seonghwa cuts you off.

“Speak of the devil,” He nods and when you turn you catch sight of Hongjoong heading right for you both. He’s dressed in the most decadent dark blue velvet suit you’ve ever seen, and the combination of that and his freshly dyed blue hair makes him look like more of an idol, not a producer.

“My ears were burning,” Hongjoong says wryly, and then his eyes flick over you, “I love this,”

“I thought you might,” You grin, moving forwards to greet him with a hug, “congratulations, Hongjoong, this is all beautiful,”

“Thank you so much for coming,” He gives you a squeeze, “we keep missing each other for dinner,”

“I know, I’ve been so busy lately,” You tell him, “but let’s plan something soon,”

He nods and smiles and then turns his attention to the group, “Thank you all so much for coming,” he says.

Minseok looks a little put out next to Seonghwa, and you hope you didn’t embarrass him, but he and everyone else greets Hongjoong and they loop through the congratulations on the finished album. Once pleasantries are done, he focuses his attention back on you, “I have someone I want you to meet,” he says.

“Oh?”

“Mhm,” His hand settles on your back as he turns to the group, “can I steal these two for a bit?” He nods his head towards you and Seonghwa.

He doesn’t really wait for permission, he’s just being polite, and he steers you out of the circle and starts walking you back through the crowd closer to the stage area.

“When did you get in?” Hongjoong asks Seonghwa as you walk.

“This morning,” He says, “we were supposed to land last night but our flight was so delayed leaving LA,”

“Thank you for coming anyways,” Hongjoong smiles, “I’m sure you’re exhausted,”

“It’s fine,” He shrugs it off, “we’ll get back on timezone soon, I’m sure,”

“Flight was okay otherwise?” You ask, but Seonghwa catches your eye and gives you a knowing smile.

“Mhm,” He nods, “We’re all home safe and sound, I’m sure everyone else is here somewhere,”

“Good,” Your throat feels tight, the idea that around one of these corners you’ll find Yunho and Mingi, “that’s good,”

After three months without any contact, you’re going to have to physically restrain yourself from blurting out how you feel the second you see them. The last time they saw you was awkward at best, and considering the way you left things after the fight, the quickest way to confuse them would be to tell them you want them back with no apology, no preamble. But either way the words still form on your tongue in your imagination, and you’re mid internal monologue when Hongjoong stops walking and brings you back to reality.

“y/n,” He says, gesturing to the couple across from you, “Seonghwa, I’d like you to meet Choi Jongho and his fiance Kim Eunji,”

“Oh!” You can’t help the surprised sound that leaves you, “You’re the vocalist Hongjoong has told me so much about!”

Choi Jongho smiles politely, eyes flicking to Hongjoong, but then he nods, “That’s me,”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you both,” You dip your head in quick acknowledgement.

“So, you’re y/n?” Eunji says before Jongho can finish out the polite greetings and confusion runs through you.

She’s looking at you with warmth and kindness, and it’s not often that omegas meeting each other for the first time are quite so positive and open. You’re used to a little hesitation, especially when alphas are around, everyone becoming a little territorial in mixed company, but Eunji seems unphased.

“I am,” You nod as your brain starts to catch up.

“Hongjoong mentioned you,” She explains at your confused expression, “I was hoping I’d get a chance to say hello,”

“He did?”

“Sorry, let me explain,” She smiles, “my little sister is debuting with your company soon,”

“Oh!” Your brows shoot up and you run through the girls you’ve worked with to realize the common surname, “you’re Jiwoo’s sister?”

“Yes!” She nods excitedly, “We’re very proud of her,”

“That’s so nice,” You smile, relaxed now that you understand her abrupt familiarity, “she’s a very good dancer,”

Eunji beams.

“She’ll be debuting as main dancer,” Seonghwa nods, “for good reason,”

Jongho smiles, his hand sweeping a warm line up and down his wife’s back, “Jiwoo says you and the others have been very kind during their preparations,”

“Well,” You nod, “they’re working very hard, and I’m sure debut must be scary enough, there’s no need to add extra pressure,”

“It is,” Jongho hums knowingly, and you recall Hongjoong mentioning he was from another idol group that had disbanded. You wonder idly in the back of your mind how difficult it really was for him judging by the brief expression on his face.

“Exactly,” Hongjoong offers, “I thought you’d all like to meet considering the mutual acquaintance,”

“Absolutely,” You say, “it’s been lovely,”

Eunji is about to say something more, but Seonghwa’s hand brushes your upper arm and he leans into your ear, “At the bar,”

“What?” You glance up at him and he nods past Jongho and Eunji. Your eyes follow his.

The air leaves your lungs, but you feel Seonghwa’s thumb brush a comforting line over your skin, “Go,”

“Hwa,”

“If you’ll excuse us,” Seonghwa interrupts you and gives a dazzling smile to your party, “her partners just arrived and it’s been a few months with the tour,”

You’ll have to have a word with him about his word choice later, you notice the way Hongjoong’s eyes widen, but Jongho and Eunji just nod with understanding. The bond between alphas and their omega isn’t something to be taken lightly, and they take a step back to clear your path.

You recover just enough to leave with normal pleasantries, “Thank you, sorry to run,”

“No, no, of course,” Jongho nods, “it was nice to meet you.”

“If I ever drop by the studio to see Jiwoo,” Eunji adds, “I’ll make sure to say hello,”

“That would be nice, I look forward to it,” Your body is all but screaming at you to move now.

“Well,” Seonghwa pushes you forwards, “I’m sure we’ll see each other later on in the evening,”

Hongjoong says something more but you don’t quite hear it, and suddenly you’re being propelled forwards. Seonghwa dips his head towards you ear, “Good luck, be braver than I would be,”

And then you’re alone, surrounded by bodies but alone nevertheless.

You’re not exactly prepared for how you’re going to feel when you see them again. It’s been months, and the first thought that strikes you is how much they’ve changed in such a short time. Mingi looks broader somehow, but his face looks a little thinner and more angular, like he’s lost weight from all the performances and training and travel. Yunho’s hair is a little longer, the back a shaggier against his neck, but intentionally so, and the cut of his jacket makes his shoulders look wider. You want to barrel into their chests and tug them as close to you as you can, but instead you take a steadying breath and just give yourself a second to drink them in.

You can’t stop yourself from smiling at the way they stand side by side as they wait for their drinks at the bar, and butterflies ripple through you, but despite everything you felt while they were gone there’s no fear. You just missed them, really and truly missed them.

You’re moving before you consciously think it through and you watch their eyes widen when they see you coming, but it only spurns you on faster until you’re all but crashing into their sides at the bar.

“Hey,” You’re just so happy to see them you can’t get the grin off your face, “you’re back,”

“We’re back,” Mingi nods, and you can see the hesitation in his face.

“I’m,” A million words run through your mind, but you settle on the truth, “so happy to see you,”

“You are?” Yunho’s brows go high.

“Yeah,” You step a little closer, letting the words you’ve been holding finally roll off your tongue, “this isn’t the place to talk, but yes, I’m happy to see you, I missed you both.”

Mingi exhales heavily and his lips quirk up.

Lowering your voice a little more, you hold Mingi’s gaze, “I got your letter,”

Yunho’s head twists to the side, confusion all over his face as he looks to Mingi for clarity.

“We should talk,” You want to reach out so badly, but you hold it back for now, “but I wanted you both to know I’m sorry too, and I’m really glad you’re home now,”

“Me too,” Mingi nods.

“Good,” You sigh, “that’s good,”

“Are we okay?” Mingi glances between both of you.

“Yes,” You nod, “I still think we should talk, we left things badly before, but I thought a lot about everything and I don’t want things to be uncomfortable anymore.”

In the background you hear the speakers cut off the ambient music, and someone taps on a microphone to check that it’s connected. You glance towards the stage and see someone preparing to introduce Hongjoong.

“Should we go somewhere?” Yunho asks, “Now?”

The man on stage clears his throat into the microphone.

You shake your head, “Not tonight, I want to be here for Hongjoong,”

“Of course,” He backtracks.

You reach for him this time, resting your hand on his forearm, “But maybe later this week when you’re settled we can just clear the air. I have some things I want to tell you,”

He swallows tightly, and you can feel that he’s a little nervous but he nods, “Sure,”

“I just,” You step back and look between them both, “I didn’t want you to stress about coming back to the studio,”

The relief is palpable between all three of you as Hongjoong takes the stage, and Mingi says, “For a second I was worried you weren’t going to be here,”

“No, I was just running so late,” You admit.

“You’ve been okay?” He asks.

“I am,” You nod, “you both are?”

“Good,” Mingi says.

“Tired,” Yunho shrugs, and you suppose you can see a little of that in his eyes.

“Seonghwa said your flights were delayed,”

“Something like ten hours,” He sighs.

“Are you sure you’re okay to come back tomorrow already?” You press them, “You’ll be jet lagged,”

“We’ll be fine,” Yunho smiles a little at your concern, “don’t worry,”

There’s a pause, a bubbling lull between you, but you can’t keep yourself from saying it, “I really am so glad to see you,”

“Me too,” Yunho says.

Mingi nods, but then his eyes flick up and he gestures behind you, “Someone’s looking for you,”

You check over your shoulder and see Wooyoung lingering nearby and when he catches your eyes he points to his glass and then to you, checking to see if you need another and giving you a smooth out if you need one. You shake your head and turn back to Yunho and Mingi, “I should go,”

“Okay,” Mingi says.

You think suddenly if you walk away without making a plan you’ll think of nothing else all night until you can’t sleep, “Saturday,” you blurt out, “are you free?”

“Yeah,” Yunho says and Mingi nods.

“Let’s get dinner,” You say it before you can panic and take it back, “you can tell me about tour and I can… I have things I want to tell you,”

“Just say when and where,” Mingi says, “we’re there.”

“Okay,” You sigh, “good, perfect,”

You can practically feel Wooyoung hovering at your back and you take a deep breath as you step away, but part of you wishes you could just take Yunho up on his offer to get out of here.

“y/n,” Yunho smiles a little, stopping you in your tracks, “you look happy,”

“I am happy,” You tell him honestly.

“That’s good,” He breathes.

“Saturday,” You nod, “I’ll catch you both up on Saturday,”

You see a flicker of something in Mingi’s expression, but then he smiles, “Wouldn’t miss it,”

You turn before you lose your nerve and run straight into Wooyoung carrying two full glasses of champagne.

“Everything okay?” He asks, pushing a glass into your hands, some of the bubbling liquid spilling over the sides and over your fingers.

“Good,” You assure him, tugging him away from the bar and towards the back wall where you can talk to him unobserved.

“I wasn’t sure if you needed rescuing,”

“I didn’t,” You tell him, “I was doing fine,”

“Shit,” He grimaces, “did I fuck up your moment?”

“No, no,” You shake your head, “we’re meeting on Saturday, I’m going to talk to them then,”

Something’s a little hurried in his face though, his eyes glancing past you again and again, and you can feel that he’s not exactly present.

“Woo,” You start but he locks his eyes with yours and cuts you off.

“I think I just met the love of my life,” He stammers, “I might fucking faint,”

“What?” You hush him, pressing him back into the wall behind you, “Are you serious?”

“I’m not going to faint for real,” He swats your hands away, “but I don’t know, y/n, I can’t breathe. My fucking chest is tight,”

“Holy shit,” You manage.

“I know,” He nods, “I know,”

“You’re not close to your heat are you?” You probe him, wondering if you need to make a break for San and Seonghwa.

“No,” He shakes his head, laying a cool hand on his flushed cheeks, “it’s nothing like that,”

You nod relieved, “Well, then what happened?”

“Okay,” He takes a long steadying breath, “you see that guy on stage? The one to the left of Hongjoong?”

“Choi Jongho?” Your voice spikes up and he shushes you frantically.

“No, oh my god,” He waves his hand to get your volume down, “he’s engaged, y/n, no, the other one,”

You look to the left of Jongho and take in the third man on stage. He’s the one who introduced Hongjoong, his voice low and velvety soft. He has long blonde hair that brushes his collar bones, the top half gathered into a messy but chic bun. You can tell from here he’s handsome, devastatingly so, with a cool expression and his lips parted just enough to make you wonder how he kisses.

“Oh,” You nod, “got it,”

“Exactly,” He runs a panicked hand through his own hair.

“He’s an alpha?” You surmise, “Did you catch his scent or,”

Wooyoung’s shaking his head frantically before he can finish his words, “He’s a beta,”

You can’t control the surprise in your expression, Wooyoung’s only ever really gone for alphas. It makes sense, most omegas do, considering the hindbrain of it all, but Wooyoung’s looking about as wrecked as you’ve ever seen someone.

On stage, Hongjoong gestures towards the two men on his left and you switch your focus from Wooyoung’s whining panic to the man addressing the crowd, “I have one more announcement to make tonight,” he says, “something that would not have been possible to announce without Choi Jongho. I don’t think I need to tell you what a talent he is and how lucky we are at KQ to have brought him on. We have a preview of something we’d like to share, once again, something I felt very creatively supported in by Kang Yeosang,”

“That’s him,” Wooyoung hisses next to your ear and you refocus, “Kang Yeosang,”

“Shh!” You hush him, but by the time you can hear Hongjoong again, he’s moved on to announcing that he’s going to preview Jongho’s new single, and you roll your eyes to refocus on Wooyoung, “So who’s this guy?”

“Creative director,” He explains quickly, “album art, concepts, the works.”

“Damn,” You manage.

“He’s so fucking smart, y/n, you have no idea,” He breathes.

“So you actually talked to him?”

“Talked to him?” He laughs, “I had his cock down my throat like thirty minutes ago,”

“Jesus Christ, Wooyoung, that’s too much information,” You smack his arm.

He rolls his eyes and continues, “We bumped into each other in the hall, like physically bumped into each other. I spilled my drink all down his nice white shirt,”

The shirt Yeosang is wearing is still crisp white, so you assume there’s more to this story before he even keeps going.

“I felt like an idiot,” He admits, “pulled him into the bathroom and told him I could fix it right up with a little club soda,”

“Okay,”

“He barely said anything at first,” Wooyoung continues, “I was just rinsing his shirt out while he stood there half naked looking like Michalangelo or something,”

“I don’t think Michaelangelo was very cut,” You smirk.

“The statute,” He swats you, “you know the one, don’t fuck with me,”

“Okay, fine, go on,”

“Anyway,” He sighs, “I was just talking, keeping the conversation going, fucking babbling while I washed out his shirt and then before I knew it he had me pressed up against the mirror with his tongue down my throat,”

“Wow,”

“One thing led to another,” He blushes again, “and then we just talked while I finished drying his button down,”

“Wow, again,” You breathe.

“I know,” He breathes, “I’ve never felt like this,”

“Okay,” You squeeze his hand, “but, Woo, this is a good thing,”

“I know, but I’m kind of fucking terrified,” He admits, “is this how you felt?”

“Pretty much,”

“It’s awful,” He admits.

“Tell me about it,”

The crowd around you starts clapping, the speeches are over, and the men on stage start to head down the side steps to rejoin the crowd as the single begins to play. Everyone in the room is listening attentively to the music except you and Wooyoung.

“What are you going to do?” You ask him, your voice low.

“Go home with him,” Wooyoung checks his watch and then presses his untouched glass of champagne into your hands, “I’ve got to go,”

“Whoa,” You shake your head, “are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“I’m a big boy,” He rolls his eyes again.

“Text me his number, and his address,” You insist, “and check in with me tomorrow. If you don’t, I’m calling Seonghwa and San.”

“Oh my god, please don’t do that.” He grimaces, texting you Yeosang’s contact information anyways.

“Don’t make me,” You tell him.

“Fine,”

“Have fun, please be safe,” You’d take his hand, but yours are full of champagne. You hope the genuineness of your expression gets your point across to him.

“I will,” he promises, “and I’ll call you. We’ll talk all about Saturday too, I just,”

“I get it,” You nod, “honestly, I do,”

“Thank you,” His eyes soften, “and please, don’t tell San and Seonghwa. Not yet,”

“I won’t,” You assure him, “just go, be happy,”

“You too, okay?” He smiles, “Whatever it is, you do it. You deserve it after all this,”

Your stomach warms at that, and you know he’s right, you just want to do this the right way for once. Over Wooyoung’s shoulder you see the blonde man in question smoothly cutting his way through the crowd, and you nod towards him, “Get out of here, I’ll talk to you tomorrow,”

He’s gone without another word, just a rushed smile as he weaves his way towards Yeosang, a bright and beaming grin now on his face. He’s a goner, you can see it clear as day. A brief flickering question passes through your mind of how this might affect his dynamic with Seonghwa and San, but given the way your best friend is lit up from the inside it doesn’t even matter. If you deserve to be happy like that, so does he, however it happens.

With Wooyoung gone, you take a moment to survey the room, but you can’t find your group anymore. You see people from KQ you recognize, but your normal BB Trippin group is nowhere in sight and Yunho and Mingi are no longer towering over everyone at the end of the bar. You listen to the rest of the new single, something soulful and rooted in R&B just like Hongjoong had described to you all those months ago.

As you listen to the crooning love song, your mind loops through the encounter with Yunho and Mingi, of every microexpression and you get lost in your plans for Saturday yet again. How you’ll tell them you’re sorry, how you’re ready to move on and to be honest with one another. How much you still want them, that you might love them.

You don’t know how long you’re standing there by the back wall, thoughts tumbling over what-ifs when you’re brought back to reality.

“Tough night?” A voice makes you jump, a little more champagne dipping out of your glasses as you turn to the side.

“Hey, Minseok,” You laugh a little, “you scared me,”

“Sorry,” He smiles, begging off, “I just meant the two drinks, and you know, hiding in the corner,”

“Oh,” You shake your head, “no, Wooyoung ran off and stuck me with his glass. Do you want?” You offer it to him.

“Sure,” He nods, smoothly taking the glass from your hands.

You take a quick sip from yours and clear your throat softly, “So, enjoying the party?”

He nods, “It’s nice, but honestly I was just about to get out of here and call it a night,”

“Me too,” You nod. You’d try to say goodbye to Hongjoong, but he’s been tied up all evening mingling, and without any of your friends in sight it seems as good a time as any to slip out.

“Let me walk you out,” He offers, plucking the champagne from your fingertips and placing both glasses on one of the nearby side service tables.

You probably would have finished it, and a flicker of annoyance passes through you, but you let it pass and nod, “Sure,”

You’re not far from the door, and he organizes grabbing both of your checked jackets as he makes small talk, “Are you taking the train or,”

“I’ll probably order a car,” You usually do when it’s late like this and you’ve had a few drinks despite the extra cost.

“Me too,” He nods, passing your jacket over.

You shrug it on and search for something to say, but Minseok isn’t as forthcoming and chatty as some of the other dancers, “Do you live closeby?”

“More towards Itaewon,” He zips his jacket and gestures towards the exit doors that will lead you out onto the street.

“Mm,” You nod, pushing through the doors.

“You know, we could,” Minseok starts to say, but the minute you step aside you finally see some familiar faces.

“There you are!” You smile, and your familiar group of dancers turns at your voice.

Minseok says something else, but you don’t quite catch it and you spin to apologize quickly over your shoulder before rejoining your friends.

“I thought you left,” San ushers you over to their group.

“Good timing,” Seonghwa adds, “my car’s not far, you want a ride?”

“Sure,” You nod, you’ll never turn down a less expensive rideshare.

Yunho and Mingi are talking with Jaemin at the edge of the group, but you catch Mingi’s glancing eye and give him a smile. It’s impossible to just smooth over your last real conversation with them, but you’re trying to signal in every little way that you want to move past it, that his letter meant something. You’ll lay out the rest for them as soon as you get them alone.

He smiles back, quickly catching that you’re about to leave and you can see that he wants to step away from the conversation he’s having about some missteps from the tour.

“Have you seen Wooyoung?” San asks, bringing your attention back.

“For a second,” You nod, but look away from quickly as you try to tell a vague white lie, “I think he already split,”

He hums, but then Seonghwa gently taps your back, “Car,”

“Oh, perfect,” You step with him and turn to the group, “goodnight everyone, see you in the morning!”

Dahan and San both give quick, small waves.

“Goodnight,” Mingi says, his conversation stuttering to a pause so he can address you, “see you,”

“See you tomorrow,” Yunho adds, nodding.

Your stomach feels like it might flutter right out of your body.

“I’ll have him drop you first,” Seonghwa says as he helps you into the car, jogging to the opposite side to get in himself.

As the car pulls away you feel lighter than you have in months, and seeing them again makes everything feel so much more sure. They’re real, they’re back, and they want to see you too. Everything else falls to the side, for once the path forwards is crystal clear.

#this chapter was honestly fun and i hope you like the introduction of other ateez members!!!!#honeyhotteoks fics #ateez fics #this night together fic #yunho x reader #mingi x reader #yungi x reader #yunho fic #yunho ff #mingi fic #mingi ff #ateez fic #ateez series #ateez ff #ateez #yunho #mingi

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maybe with the ending.. make it be like the link between Breezepelt's leaving to join Kin and his POV in AVOS? of course from Nightcloud's perspective but

like. she would be injured and recovering away from the clan. but they would be unaware that she is alive and like in canon assume she died and hold her a vigil. Breezepelt, who is already at low point, taking it very badly - yes he was pushing her away bc he was hurt and angry and started taking it out on her, but.. it's still his mom. his Mi. and she is dead? or is this stupid clan just going to believe this to make it easier? are they really giving up on looking for her, or her body??

i can see Nightcloud being the one of very few, if not THE Only one, things that kept Breezepelt in WindClan at this point. and without her, what's the point? it's not like anyone else likes him. the link is gone and they buried it in a bodyless vigil. so it's what pushes him to actuall take the step and leave.

not sure how well it would align with the timeline and events. and how soon Darktail was assembling cats from other clans like Breeze. but i think it would be interesting and heartbreaking if at the end of her SE, Nightcloud just arrived back to WindClan and asks where Breezepelt is and someone tells her.. he either was missing since this morning or just left the clan earlier the same day. like, just have them miss each other by a hair.

I'm thinking that the second-to-last chapter is her with Pickle, having a bit of a sabbatical to unpack everything that happens through the story. Mostly because I want to throw her into some kind of pretty garden as a nice setting for this lmaoo

A LOT of BB stuff is being added to Nightcloud's Pannage that wasn't in the main series; Hillrunner's abuse, her mentor Addersong, several expanded little background characters now complete with their own side conflicts. I think what I can bind all these things with is Nightcloud considering what a Clan means.

Because of her new reputation, I'm noticing I'm writing scenes where she's intentionally doing and saying things to try and sway them. While also grappling with her resentment towards them, and things she can't change.

There's a bit of a melancholy air so far, so I'm starting to feel like the best ending is just having a bit of space to herself to think. Ultimately, she decides that it's more than Breezepelt or Crowfeather that binds her to WindClan. It's the life and connections she COULD have.

WindClan cats are also quite religious next to other Clans, so I really do mean "sabbatical." I'm going to have Addersong die of old age shortly after they reconnect, so she's in Pickle's Garden talking to her new friend, choosing cats she's lost to pray to as patron spirits to give her the traits she feels she needs, and just recovering both physically from injury and spiritually from turmoil.

So all that to say; it works well that by the time she gets back, Breezepelt has joined The Kin. He was one of the first to join when he started calling for members anyway, so having Night be gone for about two or three weeks sounds appropriate.

#I'm still working out WHAT the injury was though #I just know for sure that Night was in some DEEP trouble. Possibly being attacked by a fox or dog #And she can't tell for sure if it was gratitude or hunger or the brief influence of StarClan shining through the sow's eyes #But Marge does an RKO OUTTA NOWHERE and kills what was attacking her #Before scuttling off with her three surviving humbugs into the mist #And when Nightcloud wakes up she's at The Pickle Jar #Too injured to travel and kinda understand she needs the time to unpack some stuff anyway #Wanting to get home desperately ofc to stand by Breeze #But also... StarClan has probably placed her here. Away from the Clan. For a reason.#Especially with Pickle in particular since she's grappling with how her reactionary xenophobia has affected people through her life #I have a LOT of little ideas for NcP #Which I'll need to trim and focus I think #As-is I think it's meandering BUT it's good to get EVERYTHING down in a first draft #Better bones au #I actually have a crowf ref finished and planned to post that with a summary lmaooooooo #Sorry Crow. I like ur wife too much #Nightcloud's Pannage

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sanguineterrain · 1 year

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ohhh how about 30: “one more chapter.” from list 3 with stevie? i feel like he loves sitting you between his legs and making you read to him! no doubt you'll make it spectacularly fluffy <3

i swear i'll get to all of these requests 😭

a smidgen of angst but mostly fluff. friends to lovers. steve being a cutie 💓 gn!reader. thank u for requesting bb

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"... I shall go, notwithstanding. It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him."

You pause and turn. Steve is tucked beside you, hair shielding his face. You admire him for a moment; you study his hand that rests on the pillow, veins stretched taut. You watch him breathe and the width of his shoulders that rise and fall as he does so. You track the little slice of skin that peeks out where his shirt is rucked up.

God, you are in deep shit.

He must be asleep. You can leave now, though you want to do anything but. It's getting harder to every day.

But you have to. You have to because if you don't, your stupid feelings will get in the way, and you're sure to say something that'll permanently damage this friendship you've forged.

And you can't do that. It doesn't matter how you feel; you can't lose Steve.

"'Y'd you stop?"

You jump. Steve pushes his lion's mane back and blinks up at you.

He is beautiful. You should've left when you had the chance.

"Huh? Oh, um, because I... I have to go."

"Go? You just got here," he says with a frown.

You laugh. "No, Steve, I didn't just get here. I've been reading for almost an hour, actually."

"That's barely any time," he declares. "C'mon, one more chapter."

"You fell asleep!"

"No, I was listening! 'S just your voice is so nice, I started to rest my eyes." Steve pouts. "Not my fault."

"Oh, for—I am not your personal lecturer, Steve. You know you can read this on your own."

"Well, you know I'm not gonna do that," he says, sitting up. "Anyway, why d'you have to go? You can just stay over. You have clothes here."

The universe must be testing you. Cruelly so. You take one step back, trying to create space, and Steve takes five steps forward, closing the distance all over again. You're friends, but sometimes Steve washes clothes you leave at his place and makes you breakfast and curls up next to you when you watch a movie.

And then that line—that quintessential line that separates friends and definitely-not-friends—blurs. You try to grab it, and you grab Steve instead. And you fight to find the line again, but Steve just snuggles deeper and makes more waffles and eggs over easy and then–then—

"Hey." Steve waves a hand in front of you. "Where'd you go?"

"Sorry. Uh, nowhere. I, um... my mom, she doesn't like me walking this late."

"But I'd drive you home."

"Yes, but—"

You struggle to untangle yourself. Steve'll see through you. He's a lot more perceptive than most people give him credit for. He'll sense something is up. But you can't worry about that.

You shove your book under your armpit and hold it tightly. Steve kneels on the edge of the bed, face scrunched.

"I always drive you home," he says. "And you used to stay over all the time. Why don't you anymore?"

"I do stay over," you argue senselessly.

"No, you don't. You're always in a rush to get home these days."

God, you hate that. You hate how torn up he sounds. You don't mean to do it. You never want to make Steve sad.

"I just..." You glance down at your book. "I have a nervous mother. You know how she is. After the earthquakes..."

"But she trusts me," Steve says. "And you used to not care about what she said. Why are you avoiding me?"

Steve's cheek has pillow marks. You've never seen him so relaxed. Sometimes, it looks like he hasn't slept in years.

"I'm not avoiding you," you say. "I just... I can't read another chapter, Steve."

"You don't have to. We can do anything you want."

No, not anything. He has no idea what he's promising.

Your gaze dips to his lips.

"I'll come over tomorrow," you plead.

"Y/N," Steve murmurs, and it doesn't sound any way he's ever said your name before.

It holds weight.

You remain quiet, barely breathing as he takes your hands in his and pulls you so your knees press against the bed.

"If I do anything you don't like," he begins, impossibly soft. "You knock some sense into me with that book, 'kay?"

"I would never," you whisper.

Steve closes his eyes before you close yours. You're glad he's so confident to do as much.

And then he kisses you.

He tastes like mint gum, but his mouth is hot like cider. You gasp. Your book falls to the floor.

Steve pulls back in alarm, hands on your face.

"Y'okay?"

"Keep kissing me," you demand, chasing his mouth.

So he pulls you back on the bed, and he does just that. Steve eases you back onto his pillow. His hair tickles your cheek. You kiss him until you need air.

"Okay," you say against his jaw.

"Okay, what?" Steve asks, still gentle.

"I'll read you another chapter."

He grins and kisses you again.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x yn #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington imagine #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things x reader #gender neutral reader #sanne's birthday bash #alice tag 🐇#inbox #blurb

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dailydragon08 · 1 year

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Random cute Luke x Reader headcanons that live in my head rent-free pt 5 (when you’re crying edition cuz I’m going through it and need some major comfort)

- He feels so honored that you feel comfortable enough with him to seek out his comfort and wants so badly to be there for you, but watching you cry breaks his heart.

- If you seek him out, he’ll drop everything he’s doing—including teaching his padawans (“let’s all take a break, go play!”)—to comfort you.

- If he walks in on you crying or you’re trying to hide it (which never works very well, since he’s always so in tune with you via the Force and feeling your pain makes him all 🥺), he’ll be so gentle and soothing when he asks if you’d like space or some comfort.

- Bonus: if you’re trying to hold it in and suddenly can’t anymore and just break down in front of him, his face just falls like 🥺 nooo, sweetheart and he feels like his heart physically hurts and just plummets into his stomach.

- Does everything he can to learn your love languages and what kind of comfort helps you best, and will go out of his way to provide that for you.

- Need words of affirmation? He’s on it, murmuring gentle praise in your ear, telling you how beautiful/good looking you are and how much he loves you, and will even list out all his favorite things about you.

- Acts of service fan? He’ll clean your entire house/apartment for you, take you for a ride in his ship to get out of the house, run you a nice hot bath, cook your favorite dinner—whatever you need all without even being asked.

- Gifts make you melt? He’s buying you all the snacks/desserts, all the flowers, all the candles, all the bath bombs/salts, etc and will even have stuff imported. It doesn’t matter what time of day or night it is, if its nearby he’ll run out and get it for you, even if it’s 3am.

- Quality time? He’s glued to your side until you send him away. He cancels all his plans unless its physically impossible, such as a mission (which breaks his heart leaving you like this to the point that how HE’S upset too), but he’ll com you constantly while he’s away. If he can get someone to go in his stead (usually Wedge or Biggs), he will and isn’t satisfied that he did his job as your partner properly until you’re happy and smiling again.

- Physical touch? He’s a pro at this. He’s so physically affectionate and will hold you forever if you let him. He’ll pull you into his lap, murmuring a soft “shhhhh,” and rub your back, massage you, play with your hair, and kiss everywhere he can reach.

- Always wipes your tears away with his thumbs while he cradles your face.

- The first time you cried in front of him, like really cried (talking full on sob fest), it almost made him cry too, since seeing you in pain is his worst nightmare. He immediately opened his arms for you and held you so tightly you could barely breathe.

- Murmurs “I’m here, I’ve got you, it’ll be okay. We’ll get through this together. I’m not going anywhere.”

- If you’re force sensitive and called out to him through the Force, he literally RAN to you. Like full on sprinted. He’ll also send you comfort and so, so much love through your mental link.

- Will say, “just breathe” as he takes his own slow, deep breaths so you can match him as a way to help you regulate.

- If he can sense you’re starting to come out of it a bit, will do stupid, goofy stuff to make you smile, followed by “there’s the smile.”

- Sometimes R2 will even try to help comfort you and will go get Luke if he feels it’s necessary. A little arm will shoot out of one of his sockets, grab onto Luke’s shirt and drag him if he has too (although that’s hardly ever necessary) like “your bb needs you.”

- Luke tells you “I love you, I love you so much” over and over.

- Whenever you say, “I need you,” he replies with “you have me. Always.”

Feel free to add to this list with cute comforting headcanons, cuz I could really, really use it right now :(

#luke skywalker #star wars #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker imagine #star wars x reader #star wars imagine #star wars fanfiction #luke skywalker headcanon #luke skywalker fanfiction #luke skywalker fluff #star wars headcanons #star wars comfort #luke skywalker comfort

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✿❁Observations on Venus ♀︎and Mars♂︎ signs ❁✿

🍵Virgo - so Virgo rules the 6th house of health/well being. Virgo is also the perfectionist. Y’all have definite HIGH ass standards (I can relate: I’m a Virgo moon) what I’ve noticed is that strong virgo placements tend to like “fit” peeps, like they admire when you work out or have some kind of work out routine. Oh and plz be clean and smell nice 4 them 🧼🫧🧴😇 also “acts of service” is their Numbero uno love language “ babe I took out the trash 444 u 😏”

🍵Leo: y’all rule the heart ❤️ chakra so it’s really about love for u. Like u care less about looks and more about how much ur heart feels in tune with them. U love romance, but old school romance 💘 like 🍷 wine and dine 🍛🍽️me then call me daddy 😩lol. U usually date someone who’s a lil high maintenance, maybe a bit of a drama queen/king🤴👸iz da royal vibe tho.

🍵Capricorn : It’s def about brains for u 🧠🧐Like u can’t do dum dum babes- it makes u pucker in disdane. U want someone with goals, dreams. Someone who u can stand next 2 and be proud of. Like, this bish is a CEO of their company 🤑damnnnn. U like structure/control. Ur probs a bit of a control freak. 🪢It’s otay, just remember u can only control ur own needs. Truth is u need to feel secure to let ur guard down (probs where the control comes in) just like ur sister sign Cancer 🤗

🍵Aquarius: similar to Virgo, y’all tend to like fit, skinner peeps. You like someone that’s a little off the cuff, whether it’s how they think, dress or have like one lazy eye or some shit. 😎😎😎 the cool underdogs are ur cup of tea 🍵 for shore. U enjoy space in the relationship. Space literally 👽🛸and space between seeing each other..like u can literally go weeks without hangin with the other. My Pisces Venus shudders lol 😂

🍵Cancer: you’re the mother, the nurturer 🌝 so u want someone that is compassionate, sweet 🍰🍭🧁and receptive. You don’t like when someone is 2 aggressive 👿Just like the crab 🦀 u hide in ur shell 🐚 if someone is like “hey bb, let’s fuck” Just like the tides of the moon 🌚 🌝u can be moody so u need someone to be able to hold ur emotions. Be gentle with them. Be patient. The sweetest love 💗

🍵Scorpio: ya’ll naturally attract mystics 🪄🧚‍♂️🧝‍♀️and witchy 🧙‍♀️types. Who’s to say these types are ur ideal tho. Maybe they be, maybe not. U like deep deep divin into the psychological 🔎👩‍🏫underpinnings of ur lover. U want 2 kno every lover they’ve had before u, u just do ok, even if it hurts u. Lol. U like deep, soulful seggs 🫦🤫When u trust, u give endlessly, but when ur betrayed, u get daggers 🗡️ in ur eyes.

🍵Aries: oh gawd, y’all just love the chase 🏃‍♀️🏃🏃‍♂️don’t u ? 🍒 u love it so much that when things settle down, u don’t know what to do with yourself lol. Das why, u love independence, u also like it when the person is direct, but plz let an Aries take the lead lol. U like when the person surprises you 😱🤯😲keeps things fresh 🍑🍆Clingy is the opposite of what u need. But u contradict because ur secretly a BiG baby 👶🏻🍼🤗inside that needs to be coddled lol. Dilemma 🤔

🍵Pisces: it me ! So Venus is exalted in Pisces. It means Venus just LOVES 🥰🥰🥰being in Pisces, it’s the honorary guest y’all. So sweet, so sentimental, so love. Gotta be careful tho, cus u can put peeps on pedestals 🧎‍♀️🛐with dem rose 🌹 colored glasses 🤓 lol. If you’ve ever been loved by a Venus in Pisces, count urself lucky 🍀 AF. They will love u so deeply, cosmically 🔮and without boundaries- the purest love on this earth plane y’all. I cry 🥺🥺🥺

🍵Gemini: I like to call this Venus placement, mind fuckers: u fuck with ur mind 💭💬🗯️All the air placements do honestly. No mind connection, GTFO. I’d say y’all are less sexually aggressive tbh. More flowy (unless u got some srs fire placements, cus fire placements do be smashing all day long) again, like Aquarius, u like space 🛸☄️🚀in ur relationships. Hella flirty 🫦🫦🫦with ur words (most air placements are btw) one thing; if these cats lose interest in u, the number 1 tall tell sign is they stop communicating 🙊🙊🙊as frequently lol

🍵Sagittarius: usually you’re into foreign peeps, because Sag rules the 9th house of foreign places 🌁🌆🌌🚞🧳🚢You like the unknown, so u seek it. Someone who speaks a different language 🗣️than u is such a turn on. Someone who drinks coffee differently from u is such a turn on. Ur less discriminatory when it comes to looks- very open minded 🙌After all, y’all are the explorers of the zodiac. You want to explore ALL the options big, small, in between etc 😏😏😏

🍵Taurus: cus ur ruled by Venus…ngl, u like pretty, u like beauty 💋💄👗. U like when someone is put together and cute. U like good manners and nice smells 👃U like to take it slow and steady, becus they always win 🏆 the race ya kno ? U like sensory feels, like ur probs into some domination in bed yes yes ??? ⛓️🔗U like honesty, consistency and stability. Don’t lie to them…you’ll never be forgiven ever ever ever.

🍵Libra: also ruled by Venus, so u like someone clean, lean and charming. Ur a natural flirt 🫦so u don’t mind if ur other is one too. Keeps things fresh right ? U like someone that says please and thank you. Ur a sucker for a pretty face, but a bigger sucker for a pretty brain. The two combined: big time score 4 u. Y’all really love love 🥰🥰🥰u like bein in love and thinkin about it and romanticizing about it but when ur in it, u just can’t decide - u probs left someone on read a couple times and ghosted 👻them cus u felt pressure to decide lol. 🥲

Das all y’all ! Hope this was helpful 🤗🤗🤗

Thanks so much 444 reading and supporting !

Love y’all 🥰🥰🥰🥰

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Prepare those calzones rojos and don't choke til you swallow that twelfth grape.

Any "best of '23" lists you wanna expose to this here tumblr audience?

I've waited until the very end to answer this, since my yearly vacation lines up with the last week of December, allowing maximum time to devote to "gaming like a monster". I still didn't play shit for new games this year, but I am confident that every title on this list makes Baldur's Gate 3 and Tears of the Kingdom look like a bunch of muddy, wet shit:

Heart of the Killer

The 8th and penultimate episode in thecatamites' Anthology of the Killer series, which in aggregate is the most compelling project to come out of the medium in recent memory. Follow zinester and aspiring murder victim BB as she navigates a strange world of maniac killers and maniac killer paraphernalia. Combines the warm trappings of pulp horror and associated genre schlock with the profound literary sense and humor of the author. Boasts the rare perfect art design.

This one features 'liminal spaces' and is about the regulation and dictation of desire. Oh shit!

Varney Lake

Another 'pixel-pulp' title by the Argentine LCB Studio, this time a King or Bradbury-esque portrait of mournful childhood nostalgia set in the summer of 1954. Three friends find a dracula in the woods and he turns out to be basically just a stand-up kind of guy. Sincere, intelligent writing and gorgeous CGA-inspired art that transcends mere imitation of that style.

Pseudo-sequel to the fantastic Mothmen 1966 and best enjoyed in sequence with that game.

Stomp Plonk

It's just good old-fashioned fun to stomp and plonk around in Marek Kapolka's wordless fantasy world. The character designs and animation here bring me a lot of joy. Sometimes a game just needs to be a collection of little cretins.

Pseudoregalia

Sharply designed 3D metroidvania based on an earlier game jam project. Strangely melancholic tone and a nice, expressive moveset. One of the more engaging translations of the genre to 3D.

You can tell the developer didn't expect so many eyes on this because the protagonist has her big goat ass hanging all the way out and they had to include a toggle for pants in the options menu.

Honorable Mentions:

Shards of God: point-and-click agatha christie murder mystery set on a dune-esque desert planet. good

Orbo's Odyssey: kinetic 3d platformer. movement funny... but good?? slay 4 golden draculas

Kowloon's Curse: Lost Report: any game with an explorable desktop w/ fake sites and shit is good

Tommy Gun Witches: if you haven't seen the main promo screen for this game, there's still time for you to correct that

DOCTRINESPACE: cool twine game about a future where crypto bullshit is king, and the doctrines are hotter than ever

Kane & Lynch 2: Dog Days: mostly about killing chinese police officers and any civilians foolish enough to enter your line of sight. kane and lynch are craaaaazy!

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2023 games that I would like to have played but couldn't squeeze in: Blasphemous 2, Crypt Underworld, Bahnsen Knights, Knuckle Sandwich, 24 Killers etc.

#ask #goty 2023 #goty #thecatamites #heart of the killer #varney lake #stomp plonk #pseudoregalia

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bensolosbluesaber · 2 years

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March Ninth (Marc Spector x f!reader)

Summary: It’s Marc Spector’s birthday, something you only know because of Steven and Jake. After Marc walks out on you, he realizes he needs to tell you why he really hates his birthday and let you help him. (Angst, fluff)

Pairings: Marc Spector x f!reader, some Steven Grant and Jake Lockley x f!reader

Warnings: A little angst, everyone is sad but it ends happy, DID portrayal consistent with Moon Knight show portrayal (please let me know if there are errors), child abuse mentions

A/N: I have like ten requests to write and instead you’re getting more sad Marc. Can you tell I have a thing for romantic food fights? Kind of a BB-8 cameo - I might start writing Poe Dameron fics soon. This story started to get away from me and I let it.

Marc watches you from across the restaurant. It’s not an overly fancy place, but it’s nice. He has a sneaking suspicion about why you invited him out tonight. He wouldn’t even be here, but Steven had insisted it had nothing to do with his birthday.

That was a boldfaced lie Marc realizes as he approaches you. Anger swells in his chest. You shouldn’t even know when his birthday is, and you certainly shouldn’t be acknowledging it.

“Hi!” You greet him cheerfully as he slides into the bench across from you. His face is fixed in that deep frown, and it mutes your excitement… but only a little.

“Is this a birthday dinner?” Marc whispers harshly, leaning across the table.

“Yeah.” Any remaining excitement fades away at his deep frown and cold tone. “Steven said-”

“Fuck whatever Steven said!” His voice is quiet, and somehow that harsh whisper is even worse than if he were yelling. “I don’t celebrate my birthday.”

When he stands, you can physically feel something in your heart crack. Painful fractures spiral outward as he fixes you with a cold brown-eyed stare. Marc has never looked at you like that before. It stuns you into silence, a silence so pervasive and heavy that even as Marc stands up and leaves you can’t call after him.

Marc Spector walks out. He abandons you. Marc leaves you sitting alone in a restaurant to stare at the space he occupied moments ago.

“Are you still expecting someone?”

Of course the waiter shows up right now. You finally tear your eyes away from the emptiness and clear your throat while you will the tears not to fall.

“He actually uh- he’s stuck at work,” you reply making eye contact with the table. “Can I just get the check?” — Marc storms into his apartment filled with a rage he can’t quite describe. He specifically avoided the birthday topic with you entirely. You only could have known because of Steven. Marc’s pissed at you. He’s pissed at Steven. Jake was probably in on it too, so he’s pissed at him. And Marc, he himself was the one who had just abandoned you. But then again, hating himself is nothing new.

“Fuck!” He swears and grabs the sides of his sink to stare at his own reflection. “Steven!”

“How was it, mate?” Steven is perky as he appears, his voice full of a misplaced optimism. “Did you see…”

His voice trails off as he finally realizes that something is wrong.

“You told her it’s my birthday.”

“Well you weren’t going to,” Steven replies indignantly.

“Of course I fucking wasn’t! I don’t celebrate my birthday you prick!”

“I know that, Marc! I was trying to give you a cheery little day.”

Marc could have put his fist through the mirror right then. He didn’t want a ‘cheery little day.’ He wanted to spend the evening alone, maybe drink himself into a stupor, maybe give Jake control for the night.

“Where is she?”

Speaking of Jake. He is the one who realizes you are absent from the flat. Marc ignores the question. He has to direct his guilt and anger at someone besides himself. Even as he starts shouting at Steven he knows it’s unfair, but he does it anyway.

“You know why I never had a good birthday, Steven? Do you?” Marc snarls. “I gave them to you! Every good moment of every birthday went to you. When we turned fourteen and mum was doing okay, I gave you that whole day… I told myself next year. Next year it can be my turn, and today I’ll be content as a fly on the wall. And guess fucking what! There was no next year! But you, you got to remember turning fourteen and b- being happy!”

Steven is silent and hurting as Marc screams at him through their reflection, but he tamps down those feelings for Marc’s sake and for yours. Because Steven has finally realized what Jake already figured out - Marc should be at dinner with you, and he’s not.

“I know,” Steven says with a remarkable kindness and complete calm.

That stuns Marc into silence.

“Marc, we helped her plan tonight because we knew all of that,” Jake joins the conversation. He’s surprisingly talkative tonight. “We planned these birthday-ish things: cake, dinner, ice cream, a few gifts. But no actual birthday mentions, thought you’d need to work up to that…” — You weren’t going to so much as breath the words ‘happy birthday’ tonight. Jake and Steven had warned you that Marc wasn’t a birthday person but insisted that you could, should plan something. And you had. And he had left. And now you were in bed at 8 pm trying to stop crying.

To your credit, you did make it to your apartment before the tears came, but when they did, it was like you had removed a stone from a dam. There was no stopping the flood.

The darkness of the room surrounds you, numbing you to the outside world as you lay wrapped in it. For how long, you don’t know. Your comforter is pulled tight around you to keep you warm in the intentionally chilly apartment. The giant moon blanket - a gift from Marc - sits in an unused heap on the floor where you tossed it. All you want to do is sleep, but you can feel the emptiness beside you where Marc or Steven or Jake always slept.

The rustle of keys in your door only vaguely registers, but when a thin sliver of light from the hallway falls across the room, you know who it is without even looking. The door clicks shut; the room goes dark again. Marc, or maybe it’s Jake or Steven, shuffles closer.

You’re too upset to talk to Marc, and though the rational part of you knows that Steven and Jake didn’t purposefully or maliciously set you up for failure, the irrational part is upset with them too. Naturally, you take the coward’s way out and pretend to be asleep.

Marc nearly trips over the blanket on the ground, the blanket you never sleep without. He swallows hard as he stares at the swirling gray pattern of the moon. He’d hurt you bad. He brings the soft blanket with him as he climbs into bed beside you, staring at your back. He can’t sleep without you, which is stupid and cliche but also the truth.

After the three alters had settled their differences, Jake had cajoled him into coming over for the sake of getting their body to sleep and for you.

Marc is pretty sure you’re awake, but you’ve made no move to greet him. Your breathing is deep and slow, but almost deliberately so. Maybe he should go, he thinks.

“She’s awake. If she didn’t want you here, she’d have kicked you out,” Steven says. Steven has a point.

Marc stretches out behind you. For a long moment, his hand hovers at your waist for a second before pulling back. Yep, it’s definitely Marc. He’s shifting behind you, and when he settles, you can feel just the light touch of his fingers grazing your upper back.

God, you’re so angry at him. And yet, despite the storm of feelings coursing through your body, knowing he’s there and listening to his his soft breathing, finally soothes you into sleep. Marc feels your body relax as you drift off. He desperately wants to hold you, to smooth away your tears, to explain, apologize. Instead, he settles for hugging your giant Porg stuffed animal to his chest. It’s the spot where you belong, and the stuffed animal is a pathetic substitute for your warmth.

-- When you wake up your eyes are puffy from crying, Marc is asleep. You sit up, careful not to disturb him. He’s cute, holding the stuffed Porg tightly with the moon blanket wrapped around his shoulders. Despite a stale anger that has taken up residence in your stomach, you press your lips to his temple before you climb out of bed and start coffee. Then you run cold water over a washcloth and press it against your swollen eyes, leaning back on the counter and listening to the quiet drip, drip of coffee in the pot. The sound is soothing, and it gives you time to think about the events of last night with a clearer head.

A few minutes pass before a warm hand smooths hair from your forehead and runs across your hands to pull the cloth away from your eyes. Marc’s big sad eyes meet yours, and you can’t hold his gaze for another second before your own eyes start to burn.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers and takes your face between his hands, thumbing your tears away. “I shouldn’t have left. I’m sorry.”

Someone taught you not to say ‘it’s okay’ when accepting an apology. It might have been Steven actually. But right now, you can’t find the ‘thank you’ that you had learned was the right way to accept an apology.

“I’m sorry,” Marc repeats when you don’t respond. His eyes implore you to believe him, and you do, but believing him isn’t enough.

“You can’t just apologize and expect me to be okay. You have to talk to me, Marc. You left me at a fucking restaurant! It was worse than being stood up.” Shit, now you’re really starting to cry again. Your eyes ache and burn.

Steven and Jake are surprisingly silent, and now of all times. Marc steps back and sits on the dining room table, his legs dangling in the air. He grips the table until his knuckles turn white.

“We went to your birthday party a few months back,” Marc starts. “You had family there. Friends. You blew out candles, and everyone sang and wore those stupid hats. That’s how you remember birthdays.” Marc runs his fingers through his messy brown hair and leans forward, elbows on his knees, head in his palms as he stares at the ground. “One year, on my… my birthday, my mom wouldn’t even come downstairs. One year, she got drunk and told me I killed my brother on purpose. The next year, she told me she wished I died instead and beat the shit out of me for being the one who lived.”

You can’t look at Marc. The sight of his red-rimmed eyes and streaming tears is going to make you cry harder.

“It’s not an excuse, but you deserve to know. I shouldn’t have left you there, and I’m sorry.” Marc reaches out a hand for yours. You let him take it.

He pulls you closer so you stand between his legs. You had known his birthdays were awful, that his whole childhood was one mess after another, that his mother was… how she was. You hadn’t known all of this.

It’s a testament to how much Marc loves you that the usually reserved man would share so much of himself. It’s likely Steven had words with him after last night too.

“Thank you for telling me,” you whisper and smooth a curl out of Marc’s eyes so you can finally meet them full on.

The look you two share communicates more than words ever could - his regret, your forgiveness, a mutual agreement that it couldn’t and wouldn’t happen again. You pull Marc in close, letting him rest his head heavily on your shoulder while his body trembles.

“Don’t be mad at Steven and Jake,” he manages to choke out. “They meant well.”

“I was mad at them, but I just needed to cool off for the night.” Your voice is full of reassurance. “I’m still glad you came over.”

Marc leans back and presses his forehead against yours, your noses bumping together.

“The penguin isn’t as good at cuddling as you,” Marc smiles.

You roll your eyes. He knows it’s a Porg.

Just then his stomach growls, and an idea occurs to you. Maybe you’re pushing it, but it was an expensive cake.

“Can I show you something?”

Marc nods, and you pull him over to the cake box. You can feel the tension radiating out from him as he looks at it, and you grab his hand as you lift the lid.

The cake doesn’t say “Happy Birthday.” It simply says ‘Marc,’ but the ‘c’ of his name has been turned into the Chicago Cubs logo. The whole thing is frosted like a baseball diamond with little sugar candy bats and baseballs and gloves stuck all over. So what if it is a bit gaudy and over the top? What’s important is that it has exactly zero mention of birthdays at all. There’s not even candles.

Marc squeezes your hand, then turns and presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“Are you suggesting cake for breakfast?” He asks.

“Yep,” you pop the p hard and hope he approves.

“You’re strange,” he mutters. But there’s affection behind his words, and he’s already reaching for a knife. You grab plates.

“Can I have home plate please?” You beg. That piece is absolutely loaded with icing, and Marc observes you with a tipped head then laughs and cuts you the piece.

“What? I love icing.”

“Is it good?”

“Icing? Yeah! Have you not…” you trail off and curse silently. What had you literally just discussed? Of course the man who hates birthdays isn’t out gorging himself on birthday cake.

“Not for a long time.”

When he takes the first bite of cake, it’s like watching the sun rising over the horizon or seeing stars appear in the night sky. His lips curl into a smile. His eyes go wide. Marc is absolutely delighted, and soon he’s reaching over to steal your piece.

“There’s more right there!” You protest and wave your fork in the direction of the cake that is actually closer to him than you are.

Marc grins as he steals another bite from you. His eyes catch on your lips. He huffs out a small laugh. Then his hand is reaching out to swipe frosting from the side of your mouth.

“Simba her!”

“Steven… what?”

“Did you not watch The Lion King with us… oh never mind. Give me the body.”

For an instant, Steven takes control. It’s so brief you don’t even notice how his face changes, probably because you’re too busy having frosting smeared across your forehead.

“Simba,” Steven says in a low voice. A moment later Marc has the body again, and he’s relieved to see you smiling.

Bless Steven. Any remaining tension in the room is gone, any fight put firmly in the past as you blink up at him with surprise.

“Marc!” You hiss. You don’t realize it was Steven, and you never will.

The man starts to protest, but is cut off as you smear green frosting across his cheek, a whole handful of it. It doesn’t matter that Steven started it, the battle is on. The two of you are armed with frosting and chasing each other around the kitchen.

As you back away from Marc, you slip on the tile. Your feet slide out from under you, and for a second you can almost see your head smashing against the kitchen table until Marc catches you easily. Superhero reflexes and all that. Your momentum carries you both to the ground, but Marc manages to guide you into a well-controlled crash landing that is cushioned by his muscular form.

“You’ve got something,” he gestures vaguely to your whole face as you lay on top of him.

You scrunch your frosting covered nose. His eyes flicker over to your bed, then back to you. Bed. You.

“What?”

“Your weird penguin thing is watching us.”

“It’s a Porg stuffie-”

“Stuffie?” Marc teases.

You narrow your eyes and pretend to be angry.

“Yes. Stuffie. And you know his name is Luke, so be nice, and he’s not watching us because he isn’t real.”

“So he isn’t real, but I have to be nice?”

“That reminds me,” you ignore Marc’s question - to which the obvious answer is yes - and jump up. There’s a big gift bag on the counter, and you pass it down and sit beside Marc. “Here. A, um, a present for... no reason at all.”

Marc stands, washes his hands, and pulls off his white frosting-covered undershirt before he takes the bag. He is devoid of frosting and completely distracting you with his bare chest as reaches into the bag and pulls out the stuffed animal, a little round orange and white droid. He chuckles a little and shakes his head.

“To be Luke’s friend,” you offer the explanation weakly, only now realizing that this adult man probably does not want a stuffie.

“Hi BB-8,” he says to the droid, then to you. “Is this because you think I look like that guy in the movie?”

“Maybe.” You grin, glad that he got the reference.

“Thank you, baby.”

He’s tense for an instant, then he hugs the stuffed droid in one arm and wraps the other around you. “I know you want to say it. You can say it.”

His dark eyes are serious. His bare chest is warm even through your shirt.

“Happy birthday, Marc.”

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zerozeroren · 7 months

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Bbs on an adventure! :3

The gist of the pokemon au (after playing a single game) under the cut

This au turns out a lot more Tony-centric, actually XD it's his character journey more than Sophie's

The two of them meet in a Minor League fighting type gym. Sophie's there as a regular challenger getting ready for the proper Gym Challenge, she had just embarked on her journey. Tony is a trainer in the gym, aka one of the guys Sophie has to take down before challenging the gym leader. She can't help but notice him immediately: every single gym trainer she's ever met boasts a chipper overexcited attitude, but Tony gives off a strong "I hate every second of me being here" aura. He clearly goes through the motions in challenging her, and seems almost afraid of his own pokémon. Fighting type does not suit him, especially with the fact that the gym itself and the gym leader especially play it off extremely macho and toxically masculine, and Tony sticks out like a sore thumb. Sophie actually feels bad for him. Her and Mr. Mime put on a little funny pantomime for Tony, to which he cracks a smile, and Sophie thinks that it's nice.

Sophie quickly deals with him, though, as well as the rest of her competition (given that her ace is a fairy type) and fully intends to move on with her day. But she can't get this encounter out of her head, so after the challenge Sophie asks some other trainers about Tony, and they tell her where he usually has his lunch.

She meets him there and they have a long conversation about how Tony's stuck in the gym because it's a family business, the gym leader is his dad, and his own """ace""" Machamp is his grandfather's. He also slips and accidentally mentions that he secretly has some other mons, not fighting types, that he likes to spend his time with when nobody's looking, and Sophie immediately challenges him to a battle with them. He's hesitant at first, but then agrees, and the match between them is the tightest most exiting one he's ever had. Turns out that it's completely different to battle alongside pokemon he formed a genuine connection with.

Sophie suggests she'd steal Tony away from what is clearly stifling him. There are other people who'd happily take the place he hates being stuck in, and he clearly needs an adventure to shake him out of his depressive state. She just started the journey herself: they can take on the Gym Challenge together and see where it takes them. Tony doesn't know what to do: his legacy and sense of duty weigh on him heavily but he just can't with it all anymore. Dreading every new day became so much it is too hard to handle. And here comes this absolutely random person who suddenly wants to land him a hand. He is confused and doesn't know what to think or how to feel. Sophie wants to give him space to think things through and tells him she'll be waiting for him in the same place tomorrow, and if he doesn't show up by a certain hour, she'll know he decided not to go, and will go her own way as if they've never met. He agrees, and they part ways.

Queue in that scene from The Hobbit where Bilbo runs uphill joyfully yelling "I'm going on an adventure!"

And for Sophie, she decided to manic pixie dream girl Tony out of his situation because she had been in a very similar situation herself. Her parents (in this au both Sophie and Tony have completely different parents and family situations BTW, nothing like OG Attitudes) were really pushy about her interest in Pokemon and Pokemon battles and wanted her to have "a real job" someday, so they made her study and study everything hard and boring, and their position was always this disingenuous kind of "do anything you want once you graduate but until you do you owe this to yourself (read: us)". So Sophie took them up on their words, graduated, took her savings and immediately went away to take part in the Gym Challenge. When she met Tony she saw a lot of her own struggles in him and wanted to help him because nobody did the same for her. She knows how scary it is to go through such a change all alone.

The rest of this au is simply the two of them doing the gym challenge together, camping in the wilderness, having little adventures, catching and playing with pokemon and bonding (falling in love too, ofc😈)

#my art stuff #attitudes #sophie brannt #sophie #tony #tony leventini #pokemon au #pokesoph #sophietony #I don't really like how the pic turned out but I'm sick so I did what I can #generally not in a creative mood recently with all the everything going on in my life rn

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becauseicantthinkwritings · 2 years

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The Agony of Desire

Part 13 // Masterlist

A/N: I've never been able to see Billy Russo and BB as the same person, I know I've mentioned it before... but my brain doesn't link them together even though I know logically that they share the same face. This is why I was able to continue to write for Billy Russo. But it was definitely hard at first. I'm not sure if I'll be able to write any new things about him- right now I'm just determined to finish the things I've started. I can't look at pictures of him, so you'll see me using less gifs of his face.

Warnings: Smut (18+), consensual dub-con (everything is consented to beforehand), oral (m and f receiving), dd/lg scene, daddy kink (Billy does get a bit creepy but it's all part of the scene), p in v sex, many mentions of sex throughout, office sex, car sex, mentions and talks of pregnancy, mafia themes, mentions of murder, canon typical themes.

P.S. I'm really sorry in advance 💖

Dedicated to, @bustlingcrowdsxorxsilentsleepers, @pillow-titties, @justchloe2184 and so many more that my tags would not work for but if you commented or reblogged part 12... I mean you 😘😘

"Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation."

― Kahlil Gibran

"Are you lost, little girl?"

From your spot on the bench of the museum, you look up.

He's dressed down, a casual grey shirt and some fitted jeans that are paired with boots shined so pristinely that you want to rub your dripping center all over them.

You give him a fake sniffle.

"My daddy left me here and told me he'd be right back but it's been hours."

You can see the delight in his eyes.

"Oh, you poor thing," he says, taking the open seat next to you, "Little girls shouldn't be left alone. Who knows what kind of trouble they can get into?"

You frown, pretend wiping at the corner of your eye.

"I'm no trouble Mister, I'm really good. Daddy always tells me I'm really good."

He clears his throat, looking around, you think you can make out how tight his pants gets.

"Okay, maybe we can go look for him. I have a phone in my car. Why don't you come with me?"

You swallow, pretending to be shy.

"I'm not supposed to go off with strangers." You murmur, looking away instead of at him.

"Oh, poor sweet girl. I'm not a stranger am I? I'm Billy. I can help you if you want."

You swallow, looking up at him, nodding your head eventually, and taking his hand when he stands.

The key was to dress innocent, without having it look childish in any way. You think you accomplished that with your cozy oversized sweater and sheer tights look paired with a little skirt. The paw of your sweater eats his hand as he guides you to his Jeep, sitting in the far end of an underground parking lot. The windows are tinted dark, perfect for a debauched man to have his way with you.

"Oh! Is this your Jeep? It's really nice, Mister."

He looks back to give you a wicked grin.

"Thank you, my phone's in the back. Why don't you hop on in?" He pulls open the door, and the Jeep is so high off the ground that he has to grip your hips firmly to give you a boost. If anything, it makes you so much more aroused that he picked this vehicle.

You scoot in, sliding to give him space to get in next to you. When you look around for the phone and can't see it, you turn to look at him curiously.

He smiles, leaning forward, and you gulp, leaning back. His body gets very close to yours, his breath hits your lips and he smiles at the uncomfortable look you give him. One hand is behind you rummaging around, and his other hand smoothes over your knee for a short moment.

"Here it is." He says, pulling a phone free and placing it unlocked in your palms.

You type in your own number, and give him a little smile as you press the phone to your ear.

You pretend to be too distracted to notice that his hand's still on your knee, but you can feel him, warm and gentle, where he's meant to be.

Your phone rings and rings, probably vibrating it's little life out on his countertop where you left it this morning.

"He's not answering." You say sadly, looking up at Billy.

He clicks his tongue, "Oh you poor thing. Lost, with no daddy to help you."

Your frown deepens, his hands slides a little higher up your thigh.

"What do I do?" You say to him, and he gives you a little smile, and a tilt of his head.

"Well, I can help you get home, little girl."

"Really?!" You say excitedly.

"Yeah, I can take you home to your daddy."

"Thank you!" You sing, throwing your arms around him, and you feel his palms on the backs of your thighs.

"Don't thank me just yet, princess. I need to get something in return."

You stiffen, pulling away to sit back, playing with the edge of your sweater.

"Well, what do you want?" You ask quietly, not looking up at him.

He smiles, leaning forward to brush a strand of hair away from your eyes.

"Why don't we start with a kiss?"

You gulp shaking your head.

"I'm only allowed to do that with my Daddy."

Billy leans forward, his hand snaking down to your shoulder.

"Well I don't see your daddy around. Do you?"

You think for a second before shaking your head again.

"Maybe I can be your daddy for a little bit. How does that sound princess?"

You bite the edge of your lip, nodding your head slowly.

"I'd like that, Mister."

He gives you a pleased smile and you can't help wiggling your legs excitedly, returning his smile.

"How about that kiss?" He asks.

You nod with determination, leaning forward, you have to brace your palms on his large thigh and tilt your head up for your lips to meet his. He doesn't make it easier, doesn't bend his head or even look down, forcing you to do all the work.

You press your mouth to his, and you sigh against his mouth. Your lips are slow and tentative, giving the impression that you're not too sure about this.

All too soon, you're pulling away, dropping your body back into a sitting position beside him.

"That's a kiss?" Billy asks, unimpressed.

You frown.

"Is that the kind of kiss that makes your daddy happy? That's pathetic."

Your lip wobbles.

"I'm sorry, that's just what daddy taught me."

He cups your cheeks and you sniffle.

"Oh, poor princess, its not your fault at all. You just haven't been taught well enough."

You don't meet his eyes, letting him take a moment to study your sad expression.

"I can teach you if you want." Billy offers.

You perk up.

"Really?"

"Yes, really. Close your eyes."

You do as he says.

"Now," his voice is deep and low, "just copy what I do, okay?"

"'Kay." You whisper.

His mouth descends on yours.

Devouring would be a kind word.

Billy starts slowly, with feverish kisses and heated moans but it doesn't last long at all, before he's licking at the seam of your lips.

"Open that pretty mouth for me princess." He says, or rather commands, and you obey.

His tongue is slippery and dextrous against yours. He finds a way to explore the cavern of your mouth thoroughly, sloppily, just like a true perversive man would.

He keeps it filthy, not stopping when you make a sound of protest as he leans over you, letting his body cover yours, forcing you to lean back against your will.

You hardly notice he's slipping his hands under your shirt and tugging at the cups of your bra until it's too late.

You let out a shuddering sound of surprise, turning your head away to break the kiss as you realise he's pushed your sweater up and he's feeling shamelessly at your nipples. You raise your hands to grip at his wrists, trying to tug him away gently.

He kisses at your neck, pressing more of his solid weight on top of you to stop your resistance.

He's gentle with your nipples, rubbing slow circles into them, until they're stiff and puffy and begging for attention.

Pleasure sweeps up your spine in a syrupy mess, you can't resist him when he's teasing you like this, you can feel your body going pliant below him like it's accustomed to.

Thankfully, he pulls back, his mouth leaves your neck, and he even takes the time to right your bra, though the material is now uncomfortable on your aching nipples.

"Sorry baby girl, got a little carried away." Billy murmurs as he tugs your sweater down.

You pout at him.

"Does that mean you'll take me home now?"

"No, bunny," He says with a laugh, "We're not done kissing yet."

He reaches to grip the back of your neck with warm, slender fingers. Your head swims with the desire to be pliant for him.

"Have you ever kissed a cock, baby?" He asks, his other hand reaching down to undo the buckle of his belt.

You almost moan.

What should you say, yes? No? What would make him lose his mind?

"N-no sir." You finally decide.

Billy pauses as he gets the button of his jeans open.

"No?" He asks.

You shake your head as best as you can with his hand in your hair.

"Well we'll just have to fix that, won't we?" He says, undoing his zipper, and pulling his cock free.

Your mouth waters imperceptibly, aching for a taste of him.

His grip on the back of your head tightens, and he guides your mouth to his cock, leaving no room for argument.

"Go on, princess, give it a little kiss."

You do as he says, leaning in to press a soft kiss to the head of his cock. You're rewarded with a low moan, your skin tingling with the excitement.

You pause, looking up at him expectantly for more instructions.

"Wrap your lips around the tip, go on, no teeth baby. If I feel any teeth you're gonna be in big trouble."

You lick your lips before dropping your head again.

The tip of his cock is smooth, and slightly salty with his precum, you suck gently, exploring him with the tip of your tongue.

You let out a little noise of protest when he pushes your head deeper.

He groans again, and you hum in delight, taking the initiative to sink your head lower.

"Oh, princess." Billy moans. You can't resist rubbing your thighs together to get some kind of friction on your aching clit. You almost consider rubbing your clothed pussy against the edge of his seat, before you decide not to. Not wanting to risk the possibility of losing an orgasm.

You suck his cock eagerly, accepting the way he guides your head, using you gently but with purposeful strokes.

It's the sweet nothings in your ear that get you even wetter. He constantly praises you, telling you how good you're doing, how pretty you look slurping on his heavy cock and it encourages you to take him deeper, a little too enthusiastically until you gag around him.

You pull away shyly, gasping for breath and looking at him, a little ashamed that you might have disappointed him.

You squeak when he pulls you into him, being forced to straddle one of his thighs for purchase as his mouth descends on yours. His hands wander over your body eagerly, pulling at your clothes but never actually taking any off.

"Why don't you tug those leggings off and show me that pretty cunt, baby?" Billy asks when he pulls away. A little shy sound leaves your throat, looking up at him, unsure.

He nods his head in assurance, and you sigh, sitting back on his seat and tugging your shoes off, reaching up under your skirt to pull your sheer black tights down the length of your legs. You try not to shiver with his eyes fixed firmly on your movements, only looking up at him when your tights lay in a crumpled heap on the floor of his Jeep.

He's tucked his cock back into his boxers, and you almost pout when you notice, but he doesn't let you think about it for too long.

"Good. Now, lean back, spread your legs for me." He instructs.

You do as he says, propping one foot onto his seat so that he can see the glow of your white panties in the darkness of the van.

His eyes darken, and you swallow when you realise that the damp spot where your arousal is soaking through the fabric can be seen.

He watches you for a long moment, devouring the way you look.

"Take those little panties off for me too." He orders, and you gulp, shifting a little to slide them off.

He extends a hand to pluck them from your fist, grabbing your ankles to tug you closer to him, you yelp, your sweater and skirt rolling up in the process.

"Ever had your pussy kissed before, princess?"

"No, daddy." You hum, watching him bite down on his bottom lip so hard you swear it'll bleed.

"Your daddy never buried his tongue between your legs?"

"He said gentlemen don't do that." You whisper.

Billy scoffs angrily.

"Well, it's a good thing I'm no gentleman then." He mutters, before dropping his head between your thighs.

You cry out in surprise when his tongue meets your aching bud. He moans, the vibrations adding more pleasure to your clit.

It's filthy- the sounds he makes as he runs his tongue through your folds.

The backseat isn't spacious like a bed is, and Billy's large body is bowed in half in his determination to eat you out.

"Ah! Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, please!" You cry.

His mouth doesn't stop, his tongue feels like a probing appendage, hell bent on exploring every inch of your dripping cunt.

Your clit is stiff and throbbing when he sucks it between his lips, your back arching, your body trembles. His tongue laps over your clit before he stops, pulling away, licking his lips eagerly.

You mewl in protest, reaching for him in agitation but he swiftly grabs both your wrists to pin them beside your head.

"Daddyyyyyy," you cry, "feels really good, why'd you stop?"

"Calm down, princess." He says sternly, but you continue to pout, wriggling below him.

"I though you told me you weren't any trouble baby? That you were good. This isn't being good for me. Are you a little liar?" Billy taunts.

You pause, dropping your head in shame.

"Sorry, daddy." You say, slumping in defeat.

"That's alright princess. I only stopped to get you out of this heavy sweater. Do you want that?" He asks, fingers gripping at the edge of the sweater in question.

"Yes, daddy." You whisper, sighing when he carefully peels your thick sweater off your body. He unzips your skirt next, pulling it free before reaching to undo your bra.

"Look at you," he murmurs when he finally has you bare below him, "All naked and needy in the back of some stranger's car. This what you wanted, princess? To give your desperate cunt to the first man that was nice to you?"

"N-no sir. I jus' wanna go home to my daddy." You mumble, looking up at him.

"Oh princess," Billy sighs, dropping his head to lick a wet stripe from your collarbone to your jaw, "Don't you know that I'm your daddy now?"

You squeak in pleasure when his teeth sink into the skin of your neck gently. You moan loudly in response.

"Fuck. Look at these perfect tits. I could soak them in my cum if I wanted. What do you think?"

He asks, cupping a breast in either hand, massaging them gently.

"I'll be all messy." You protest lightly, eager to do whatever he wanted.

Billy hums deep in thought.

"You're right, I can always take you back to my place and cum all over your tits there."

"What?" You ask in surprise, "But you promised to take me home!"

Billy finally gives you his full predatory smile. It makes you shiver with excitement.

"I see no reason why we can't make my home into your home too... doesn't that sound like fun?"

You don't respond immediately, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows.

"Oh, don't be like that, baby. I bet I can convince this pretty cunt to come home with me. Shall I try?"

He doesn't wait for your response, kissing either breast and then tracing his way down your body. With each kiss, his beard tingles as it rubs against your skin.

His tongue is a lot slower when it slides over your clit the second time.

"Ohhhh..." you gasp, eyes rolling back in your head as he takes his time exploring you.

His hands grip your thighs tightly, and then he starts pushing his tongue deeper into your entrance. You gasp, the thought of this gorgeous man with his face pressed flush to your cunt makes you cry out, and then his pace increases as he swipes his tongue haphazardly over your clit.

He's so good, and you know you can't fight it. The tip of his tongue making fast circles on your clit, licking from your entrance all the way up and back down until you're shaking once again below him.

"Want you to cum for me, princess, on my tongue." He says, and then he's working in overtime, doing any filthy move possible until you cry out loudly, coming all over his tongue just the way he asked.

You gasp, say his name, watch him sit up happily, before grabbing you eagerly.

"Look how happy I make your pussy, princess. Will you come home with me now?" He asks.

Well damn, you couldn't say no to him.

He slides you onto his cock just as you say yes.

You gasp in surprise, unaware that he'd even freed his cock a second time and suddenly he's guiding your hips against his.

"Look how pretty you are, baby. Naked and bouncy on my big cock. You gonna cum again? Gonna ride me in my car and cum all over me?"

He pants hotly, pulling your face into his to give you a sloppy kiss.

"Fuck. Fuck you feel so good. So fucking tight I'm gonna come so deep inside you."

He lets out a long groan.

"Wanna take you on every fucking surface- Did I mention that? In every way, until you're dumb from it."

You were definitely dumb right now. Your mind was a shallow puddle of your thoughts- all centered around him and you were so on edge you could practically taste it.

"Gonna cum with you princess, fill you right up, watch it spill out. You're so good for me. Such a pretty little place for my cum. Daddy's perfect little hole."

"Daddy!" You cry, unable to fight it any longer, your walls squeeze his cock tightly as you cum hard, shaking as your orgasm floods your head, washing whatever little thoughts you have away with a tidal wave of pleasure.

You gasp, and his hands clench on your hips, you feel him make a few harsh thrusts before he groans loudly, emptying himself right into you.

He makes a few more small thrusts, and you sigh blissfully as it prolongs your orgasm. Your cunt is swollen and sticky with the shared fluids of your cum, but he still doesn't pull out of you.

You slump against him tiredly, and you feel him stroke the back of your head.

"How was that?" He asks, laying slow kisses onto your shoulders.

When you don't respond immediately, he whispers your name, concern laced into his voice.

"'M okay, daddy, jus' tired now." You murmur, peeking an eye open to look up at his bearded jaw.

Billy recognises that you're deep in subspace, and he holds you tight to his body as you float around him.

"You did so good princess, so good for me. Gonna take you home and draw you a nice bath."

You hum in protest.

"Thought you were gonna take me home an' cum on my tits?" You ask lazily, a little frown on your face that he can't see.

He sighs, continuing to stroke the back of your head.

"We can do that after the bath, but bath first, yeah?"

"Okay."

He places a soft kiss to your forehead, understanding that he just needed to be patient with you while you were lost in your head.

"Daddy?"

"Hmm?"

"Love you."

He smiles.

"Love you too, baby."

"I'm so happy for you." You say softly, head tossed back on Karen’s couch.

Her red hair catches on the streetlights. It reminds of the way you'd gripped it in your hands all those years ago. You both sit in the dark, the sun having just set and neither of you could find the motivation to get up to turn the lights on.

"To think, this all started the night you and I hooked up."

You giggle softly, and then grows louder as ideas spring in your head.

"Can you imagine if I-" You gasp for air, "-If I put that in the toast?"

She laughs with you. Her engagement ring glitters as she takes a swig of her beer.

"What about you? Think you'll ever do it?"

You let out an exhausted sigh.

"Oh absolutely not." You protest. It gets silent as you try to build up the courage to speak the words to her.

"I still get nightmares about it." You confess.

She turns her head to look at you, you don't meet her eyes.

"I still remember the hopelessness of walking down that aisle, Ward's eyes as he hits me, sometimes I jerk awake with the memory." You smile, peeking at her.

"It's not all bad, I wake up next to him after all, and he stays awake with me, holds me, until I fall asleep again."

"You don't have to come to mine-"

You wave a hand to stop her.

"-No, it'll be fine as long as I'm not wearing white. Plus, you're not even having it in a church, so I'll be okay. I promise."

She smiles at you, and when it's not enough, she reaches forward to take you into a sideways hug.

"I'm glad I have you. I'm glad we met. I hope every universe has a you to go with me."

The thought squeezes your throat.

"And if you ever decide to leave Frank, we can still shave our heads and move to Bolivia."

She laughs. You're both interrupted by the buzzer in her apartment going off.

"Pizza's here. I'll be right back." She says, before slipping out the door with a jacket in hand.

You wait in the darkness, listening to the sounds of the city, sipping your beer.

When her apartment phone rings, you raise your head.

You know Karen had people calling her at all hours, waiting to give her information on whatever story she was following. Usually she preferred that the call goes to voicemail instead of having you answer and take the message, so you you sit back and let it ring.

When it stops ringing, and you hear her automated voice message play, a man's voice comes on next.

His tone is shaky, he's breathing between each word, it sounds like he's walking fast, or maybe just excited.

"Kar. I know you told me the Fisk thing was a dead end- but I was right. Someone's taken over the entire ring. I don't have much, only a name. Blackbird Enterprises. Call me when you get this."

The voicemail ends.

You blink, screwing your face into disgruntled confusion. In your state of inebriation, none of it makes sense. You take another sip of beer, leaning back and waiting for Karen to arrive with the delicious pizza.

You spend the night at her place, while Billy and Frank work late, you drink beers and have pizza and eventually fall asleep beside each other on her bed.

When you wake up in the morning. There's no memory of ever hearing any man's urgent voice on the phone.

"Did you have a good time at your sleepover last night?" Billy asks.

"Mhmmm." You hum, a moan leaving your lips immediately after as his thumb swirls over your clit.

Your cheek is pressed flush to his desk, the oak turning warm from how long you've been in this position.

You feel his mouth seal over your cunt, you squeak as his tongue delves as deep into your core as possible.

When he pulls back, you wish you could see him. You imagine his mouth and chin is slick with your arousal, his tongue cleaning up whatever it can.

"That's nice, I'm glad you have someone to spend time with when I'm busy."

When you can only hum again, he pinches your clit in warning. You jerk in surprise.

"Words, baby."

"Karen is nice. She's amazing," you sigh, "but there's nothing quite like spending time with you."

You hear his sigh, his thumb makes meaningful swirls on your clit to show you his appreciation.

"That's... good to hear. Honestly... sometimes I get a little jealous."

You raise your head, trying to look back at him, but his palm grips the flesh of your asscheek in warning.

"You do?" You ask instead, returning to your position without protest.

"Without a doubt. Sometimes... I worry that she's stealing you away from me. That maybe she's taking my place when I'm not around."

"She wouldn't- I wouldn't-" You try to formulate a sentence.

"I know," he admits, leaning forward you kiss your slit, "Believe me, I trust you both. It's just my insecurities rearing its head. It has nothing to do with you at all."

You try to focus.

"You should tell someone."

"I'm telling you."

"I mean, someone who can help, someone who can show you that you have no reason to feel like that."

"Like a therapist?"

"Exactly like a therapist."

He hums, mouthing over your pussy, moaning as he tastes you.

"It's not a bad idea." He decides, finally doubling down on his efforts to make you cum.

You sigh in relief, groaning as he licks over your clit again and again and again until you're fighting back blissful screams of pleasure.

You tug your panties back up your legs, grinning at him as he rights his belt.

When he looks up at you. He gives you a bashful smile.

"What?" He asks softly.

You shake your head.

"Nothing. I just love you."

He chuckles.

"Careful. I'm not above bending you over this desk again."

"Wha-?! I was literally just telling you I love you." You complain.

He gives you a cheeky smile, stepping into your space. You gulp as he uses his hips to pin you against the table. You can feel the little bulge in his pants where he's already half hard.

"And do you have any idea what that does to me?" He asks, his finger twirling around a lock of your hair.

"Uhhhh" Is all you can say.

"That's right. It makes me want to get on my knees and thank you. Repeatedly. Until you can't walk."

"Ummmmmm" You try again.

He laughs, the sound makes your chest feel warm as he leans in to kiss you.

His phone rings.

"Fuck." He grumbles, slipping away from you to pick up the phone.

"This better be good." He answers and you watch him listen to what's being said on the other side.

"Hold on." He bites, and you marvel at the way he speaks to other people, compared to the way he speaks to you. He presses the phone to his chest.

"I'll just be a moment honey, don't move." He says to you, heading into the adjoining room to take his call.

You smile and nod, trying to ignore the way his newest pet name sinks right down to your core. Makes you wish he'd come back and lay you over his desk like he did earlier.

Speaking of his desk, you smile and look back at it. The entire system was in disarray.

You take your time, straightening papers, and placing his laptop back in its original place. You even open it up in an attempt to please him. When you reach for some of the stray pieces of paper on the floor, you notice a familiar name on one of the shredded papers in his bin.

Blackbird.

It's like a scratching in the back of your head, like someone knocking far off in the distance and you're in a hallway full of doors.

"-but I was right...Someone's taken over the entire ring.... Blackbird Enterprises.... when you get this..."

You frown, dropping the shredded line of paper back into the bin. You couldn't figure out what it meant.

Was Billy working for Blackbird? Had he helped someone take control of Wilson's assets?

You shake your head, not wanting to jump to conclusions, not after he told you he'd been trying to get out.

You raise your head when you hear his angry tone through the door.

"I told you not to transfer anything directly to me! God. You're a fucking idiot and now I can't use it because it'll be traced back."

His voice goes low, and though you can't hear his words clearly. You know he's issuing a threat.

It's his tone of voice that makes you begin to question everything. It's like you're trying to build a puzzle but you're missing crucial pieces.

You sit on it for days. It makes you nauseous.

You're kneeling behind him, carefully peeling back the bandage on his back.

"Does it hurt?" You ask, trying to be as gentle as possible.

The wound is small. Held together by careful stitches. Some of the finest work money can buy. There'll barely be a scar when it's fully healed.

"It pinches every now and then," Billy says, "but honestly the kevlar took a lot of the force."

You knew that. The bullet had stopped an inch deep in his back, nothing major had been damaged. A flesh wound by all means.

A bullet he'd taken for you.

You take your time cleaning it, making sure there's no significant heat or redness around the area- signs of infections- before carefully redressing.

"I think those stitches can come out real soon." You say, and you hear the smile in his voice.

"Yeah doc? I'm gonna make it? Thank god." He reaches back with his good arm to grip your thigh affectionately.

"I thought I was a goner."

You try to smile, but all you can hear is the shot going off, watching him hit the floor.

It's like he knows what you're thinking.

"It was all for show. You know that right?"

"Yeah." You say hoarsely. He'd said that before. It didn't mean that it didn't feel real.

It didn't mean that he hadn't taken a bullet for you.

"What if he'd aimed for your head?" You ask softly.

Billy turns, interrupting your careful placement of gauze.

His eyes are understanding, warm, he cups your cheeks and you can't meet his eyes.

"We can play the 'what if' game for eternity. It doesn't matter what could have happened. It matters what did." You let out a pained sigh at his words.

"I'd take a bullet in the head for you though. No question."

"Don't say that." You whine, fighting back tears.

"I mean it too. But that doesn't mean I won't do everything in my power to make sure that never happens."

You sniffle. Leaning forward to press your head into his bare chest.

You feel him kiss the top of your head.

"That's love, baby. I know what that feels like now. Because of you."

Your eyes squeeze shut, savouring the moment, his hand wrapped around you.

"I mean," you try to argue after a little while, "don't you love Frank too?"

"Yeah but in a different way you brat." He huffs, "You almost make me want to take it back."

"No!" You protest, "Don't take it back, I love you so much too."

He huffs, pulling you closer.

"Okay okay I won't take it back. I love you and this is the first time I've ever loved like this and my therapist thinks you should know that I don't actually know what I'm doing so that you can be more patient with me."

You let out a laugh.

"She didn't actually say that, did she?"

He grunts.

"She might as well have," he says, raising the pitch of his voice to do an impression of a woman, "Tell her how you feel, Billy, that you've never seen what a real relationship is supposed to look like and that means you're gonna make simple mistakes and that scares you."

You let out a little laugh.

"Is this your way of telling me how you feel?" You ask.

"Yes," he says in his normal voice, "because I still haven't learned how to talk about my feelings."

You nod, placing a kiss to his chest.

"Baby steps."

"Please let me kill him." Billy begs, dropping into Frank's office couch.

"No, Billy." Frank says, in a tone that tells how exhausted he is with that topic.

"He fucked up my plans! He's an idiot. I'm begging you."

"We talked about this." Frank continues to clean his guns calmly. "We don't kill people for fucking up. We're better than that."

Billy huffs, the man in question had made the mistake of transferring money directly from Blackbird to Anvil. The real estate Billy had bought for his main modus operandi had been connected straight to him.

He couldn't use it now, he'd have to find another place to distribute from.

"I bet Micro wants him dead too. Can't imagine he was excited to find out."

"Billy." Frank warns, and he pouts dramatically.

Frank laughs.

"You know why we're doing this. I don't need to remind you." Frank says.

The thought sobers him. He sighs, nodding his head. They were doing this to keep the people they loved safe. Because if you were the most powerful man in the city, no one would try to take what was yours.

"Alright, I'll start looking around for other options. But I want him silenced and fired."

Frank gives a tired shake of his head.

"Sure."

"Nice. Love you, Frankie."

"Get out of my office, Russo."

Billy laughs, doesn't move an inch from his spot on Frank's couch.

You're glad to see your parents readjusting to life in the city. Though, they'd had to downsize their apartment a little since your father had decided to stop participating in the shady side of business.

It was good for them, you think, they'd be safer, especially since Kingpin was dead.

Which was one of the reasons you'd agreed to sit with them through brunch, a little curious to see if they'd heard of any new players on the streets, but you were still trying to figure out how to work it into the conversation.

Any searches for Blackbird Enterprises online came up as a dead end. There was only a single hollow website, claiming to be a consultancy company, naming a David Linus as CEO, not even a picture to go along with the title.

It had made you worried. What was Billy into now?

"Do you want eggs?" You mom asks, browsing over the menu, while your dad stepped away from the table.

"Oh god no." You murmur, the very thought making you nauseous, "I've been having trouble with eggs lately." You admit to her. The thought of Billy being back in danger doing numbers on your stomach.

You mom looks up from the menu suspiciously.

"When was your last period?" She asks.

You freeze.

"A month ago. Why? You think-" You couldn't even voice the words.

She looks back down at the menu casually.

"You should take a test."

You lean forward.

"Like a- a pregnancy test? Mom. I'm not pregnant."

She raises her eyebrows, tilts her head.

"Then a test couldn't hurt, now could it?"

"No-no- but it's unlikely. I've only been nauseous because I heard that someone new was taking over Kingpin's work. Do you know anything?"

She finally looks up again, snapping the menu shut.

"Your father was telling me he heard talks of a new player, yeah. How did you find out?"

You couldn't mention Billy, she'd be too quick to condemn him before you'd even have all the information.

"Just something I heard on Karen’s voicemail. A company."

"Blackbird."

You lean in closer.

"So it's true? There's someone taking over?" You think you were going to be sick.

Were you safe? Were your parents?

Was Billy?

"Don't get involved trying to figure out what's going on. Blackbird is more dangerous than Wilson Fisk ever was. They're everywhere, and I've heard that even The Hand avoids them."

"The Hand?" You ask, confused.

She waves your question away.

"Another syndicate. My point is, go to a pharmacy, buy a couple of tests, and go home. Stop thinking about Blackbird."

But how could you stop after a warning so ominous?

You take her advice though, stopping in the most questionable drug store and buying a handful of pregnancy tests. You pick the quietest store in hopes that no one recognises you, and the purchase goes successfully.

Instead of going home, you go to Anvil. You take two steps into his office and you don't give him much time to react before you wedge your body into his arms.

You're wound tight with tension, but one deep breath in his arms and your body relaxes.

"Everything okay?" Billy asks, concerned.

You squeeze him tighter and he returns the tight hold with one of his own.

He's yours, and no one is going to take him away from you.

"I'm fine." You say with a sniffle, finally raising your head to look up at him.

"Just- filled with painful memories. Can I use your bathroom?"

He kisses the top of your head.

"Sure baby. I'm right here."

Negative.

And the breath you were holding rushes out of you.

It almost seems funny now, considering that your hand was shaking so badly ten minutes ago when you were peeing on the stupid stick. The longest ten minutes of your life, all for a blue negative sign.

You huff, stuffing the test back into the box and discarding it. You don't bother to take a second test, satisfied that you're fine, and there's one crises averted.

You wash your hands, stepping out of the bathroom, and heading down the little hallway that joins to his office.

Billy's sitting at his desk, on his laptop typing when you re-enter his office.

"So, I'm not pregnant." You say on a heavy breath and you watch Billy pause mid key stroke. You let out an awkward laugh with the comical way he looks up at you.

He's out of his chair in seconds, taking you into his arms swiftly.

"Oh baby, is that why you were so scared earlier?"

"Yeah." You say, a little sob following, and then the dam breaks.

You'd been trying to be brave about it, but you were relieved. Having a baby was a scary thought and such a big responsibility for you.

"I thought you were getting fitted for an implant?" He asks, his cheek resting on the top of your head.

"I- made an appointment, but I've been sick lately and mom just made me worry about it."

Billy makes a sound of apology, pulling you to lean against him as he props himself against his desk.

When you can catch a hold of the flood of emotions inside you, he tilts your head up, wiping at your cheeks.

"Would a baby be so bad?" He asks, and you sniffle, deep in thought.

"No," You admit to him, "but it's scary."

"I'm not scared." He says, and you look up at him with hopeful eyes, his fingers play with the hair framing your face.

"You're not?"

"I was... but... nothing's scary with you."

You give him a watery smile.

"Therapy's really doing you good, hmm?"

He grins. Pulling you closer and dipping his head for a quick kiss.

"Sorry, I just got overwhelmed. And then mom mentioned this new company called Blackbird-"

"Really?" He interrupts in a curious tone.

Your body goes stiff, and you meet his eyes.

"Yeah. They're apparently taking over Wilson's old dealings. Have you encountered them before?"

You knew the answer to the question, but you needed to hear him say it. You needed to see if he would lie to your face.

"Yeah, I- bought a dive bar from them recently. I was trying to venture out. I thought something was up, got my own suspicions about their legitimacy. I'm trying to distance myself from them now in case the feds think I'm involved."

Oh.

That was a reasonable answer.

And just like that, the last pit in your stomach unravels.

There really was nothing to worry about, was there?

You laugh, snuggling closer into him.

"I love you so fucking much." You say on a sigh, squeezing him tighter.

"I love you so fucking much too." Billy agrees, "But now I can't stop thinking about you swollen with my baby and now I wanna put one there."

You make a little giggle of amusement.

"Not that I'm saying yes... but I'm not opposed to some practice."

"Oh really?" He asks, smiling as he presses his lips you yours.

It doesn't last long, before there's someone knocking at his door, and his secretary is telling him that his three o'clock meeting is here.

You smile at his apologetic look.

"It's okay, Billy, I'll see you at home, yeah?"

"Nooooo," he complains, "wait outside for me? This shouldn't take too long."

You laugh, agreeing to his request.

It's where Frank finds you five minutes later.

He gives you a big hug, and you laugh, happily returning his affection.

He starts off with checking in on you, and then the conversation spins in the direction of the wedding.

"We're thinking about moving it up. Too excited you know?"

You smile, nodding along, except you didn't know. You'd never be excited for a wedding ever again.

"Anytime you guys decide- and I'm there." You say, grinning up at him.

You chat for a little bit about useless wedding commentary, before the conversation spins again, to complaining about Billy.

"The man's a pain in my ass and I don't know how you manage. He sat on my couch the other day and wouldn't leave until I told him I loved him."

You laugh happily.

"That's progress." You argue, and Frank rolls his eyes and begrudgingly agrees.

"Blackbird's come far from when we first met, and that's all thanks to you."

Your smile drops.

"Blackbird?" You ask, your heart freezing to solid ice inside your chest.

"Yeah, it was his codename back in the military. He never mentioned?"

Act like nothing's wrong. Act like nothing's wrong.

You let out a little laugh. You wonder if Frank can see through the façade.

"No, he never said. What was your codename?"

You don't even hear his response.

"You okay?" Frank asks when he notices your spaced out expression.

You blink back into reality.

"Yeah. Yeah!" You raise a hand to scratch at your eyebrow. "Sorry, I just realised I was supposed to check in with a florist from across the city. Hope you don't mind if I cut this short."

"That's alright. I'll see you around?"

You smile.

"Yeah." You agree, heading towards the elevator, wishing him farewell.

You press the down button forcefully, begging the elevator to open up faster.

You can hear Billy's office door open, his voice getting louder as he speaks with someone.

The elevator door slides open.

It takes him walking around the corner curiously, and catching sight of you running away, for the pieces to fall perfectly into place.

Your face is stoic, borderlined angry, he looks confused for a moment, before his features settle into understanding.

As the elevator doors close, you finally come to the shocking reality.

That Billy Russo was the new Kingpin.

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