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norrisleclercf1 · 5 months

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For when you're in "dad driver mood": Carlos who has his driver room full of drawings that his children gift him and a Ferrari video of the drivers showing their driver's room so he being a proud dad explains all the art

A/N: Goddammit, I was moody like Batman but this made me soft! Writing this and then back to the angst

"Papa, I have a new one." Carlos looks down, seeing the smiling face of his boy Hugo. The little boy's glasses making his eyes extra big and his smile causing the glasses to be crooked.

Not even thinking, Carlos drops to his knees smiling as he brings the boy into his arms. "Yeah, what'd you draw this time?" Hugo was left drawing with his twin and sister Maria, and they loved drawing for their Papa. "You and oncles" Carlos chuckles, as Hugo couldn't quiet pronounce Uncles yet.

Carlos kisses the top of Hugo's head, hating that he had to leave his babies again. But, he was the last stint of the season, so he could make it. "Carlos, Charles is here." You peak into your bedroom, a small frown on your face seeing your two boys.

Hugo starts to pout, hating when Carlos had to leave. "Eh, don't frown. Papa will be back soon, but" Carlos stands holding Hugo in his arms and the picture in his hands. "I'll take this, to remember you, yes?" Hugo nods his head as you grab Carlos's luggage and lead him to the excited talking of Maria.

"And then Papa threw me in the pool! It was so cool; do you have a pool, Sha? Mama says you do, but I don't believe her. Can you let Papa win one race?"

You and Carlos share a look as you round the corner seeing a frazzled Charles Leclerc, as he stares down at your 4-year-old. "Maria," The little girl turns, her dark hair slapping Charles's knees as she rushes towards her Papa.

"She's um," You laugh knowing what Charles means as Carlos talks gently to the twins. Maria was far more outgoing then Hugo, having taken on the role of big sister. "Yeah, she is." Charles smiles, seeing the picture in Carlos's hand.

"A new one hm? His wall is already covered, don't know how he has the space." Charles takes the luggage from your hand as he loads it up, the twins following. "Keeps them in a folder, switches them out." Carlos sighs, and you can see the tug of war in his head about leaving.

"Hey," Tugging his shirt you smile, kissing him gently. "You come back, in one piece, and we can talk about that third hm?" Carlos chuckles the dark cloud over his head leaving. "Yeah, I need some new art." He whispers.

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"Woah, this...is a lot." Charles cringes, feeling bad for the new intern as Carlos whips out all of the twin's art over the 4 years of their lives. "Si, but it reminds me of home. Oh, here." Carlos pulls one out of the pile and shows them, the intern snorts are the blob of orange and red.

"Mine and Lando's podium, was supposed to give it to him but, Hugo drew it." The intern smiles, melting almost as the utter love and softness that covers Carlos's face. "Eh, here's another." Carlos shows the intern one by Maria.

It was mainly just red and some figures but the intern was able to figure it out. "You and Mr. Leclerc?" Carlos nods his head happily as he keeps showing off all the art and everyone in the garage watches.

"What's going on?" Charles turns seeing a confused Lando and Max. "The intern asked about the twin's art." "Oh, poor bloke."

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ramblingoak · 12 days

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Could I please request a kiss goodnight with Copia dearest Oak?

A Kiss Goodnight

Copia x Reader

Warnings: little bit of dirty talk but otherwise just a sweet moment between you and Copia, nsfw just in case so 18+ only, mdni, 1100 words (thank you to @gothdaddyissues for the dividers and @foxybouquet for the Italian help!)

He had fallen asleep again.

You couldn’t blame him though, he had been touring for three months straight now with two more to go. Their tour bus was nice but it was still a bus and not the most comfortable place to sleep. Plus add eight ghouls and well…things were cramped. There were a lot of clashing personalities shoved into a small space and at this point in the tour nerves were frayed and everyone was on edge. On edge and exhausted.

Copia muttered something too soft for you to hear before snorting and jerking awake. Your view of him tumbled as he knocked his phone from its perch on the pillow next to him. When he came back into view you had to stifle a laugh seeing the pillow creases on one side of his face. There was still makeup tucked into the wrinkles you loved so much and his hair was wild, the salt and pepper strands sticking up aggressively.

Your heart ached with how much love you had for this man.

“You should go to bed, Papa. There’s another show tomorrow, yeah?”

“Si, tomorrow and the next day.” He reached a bare hand up and rubbed at his eyes, smearing the makeup that was still there around some more. “But I’m good, mi sento bene. I want to hear about your day.”

It was hard to stifle your grin because you had actually told him about your day already. He had just been so out of it he was half asleep when you’d started and snoring by the time you were done. You decided to humor him though, clearing your throat and starting an abridged version of things.

“Well, Terzo and Secondo were summoning more ghouls but apparently they got into an argument half way through the ritual.” Copia rolled his eyes and dropped his head back onto his pillow with a laugh. “Next thing I know, Primo is running down the hall screaming about hell hounds.”

“Hell hounds?! Quegli idioti, is everyone ok?”

“Oh yes, Alpha and Omega were able to keep them contained in the summoning circle. When Primo showed up he banished your brothers into the hall and then the hounds back to their home.”

“Lucifero, those two are going to burn the abbey down some day.”

You were both quiet for a moment, Copia’s eyes were drooping again and you just smiled softly as you watched the lines of worry smooth out as he relaxed. Hopefully next tour he would let you tag along. These nightly video calls were nice but you missed seeing him in the flesh. You missed holding him close and burying your nose against his neck to smell his cologne. You missed his touch, the way the leather of his gloves felt on your skin.

You missed his kisses.

“Amore?” It was your turn to startle and you gave him a sheepish smile, half hiding your face behind your blanket. He had a look of amusement on his face, his eyes suddenly a bit brighter and more awake then they were a moment ago. “Thinking of anything in particular?”

“You.” He grinned as he brought his phone closer to his face while you did the same. “It’s always you. Idiota.”

“How cruel you are to me, I should punish you.”

“Punish? And how will you do that from so far away, Papa?”

“Hmm, maybe tomorrow night I’ll be too tired to call. You’ll have to go to sleep without seeing my handsome face.”

“Oh that would be cruel.” You bit your lip before you decided to take this a bit further, letting out a little grunt as you stretched out in the bed. “I’ll have to find something else to occupy my time in this big bed of yours.”

“Like what?” Copia’s voice had gotten a little deeper, his eyes not leaving yours as he stared at you through the phone screen. “Tell your Papa what you would do.”

“Hmm, I think I’ll slip into your bed naked. These sheets feel so good against my skin.” He groaned a little before you continued, “If I can’t talk to you I’ll just have to pretend you're here next to me. Touching me in all the places I like to be touched.”

“I do enjoy touching you,” He groaned a little louder and you shushed him, not wanting him to draw the attention of the ghouls. Copia ignored you though and you watched as his shoulder shifted, his arm no doubt moving so he could touch himself instead. “With my hands and my mouth.”

“I enjoy that too, Papa.” You let your hand travel down your body, your fingers dipping into your underwear so you could touch yourself. “I love your mouth on me.”

“Fuck, yes. I’d taste you everywhere.” Copia’s arm began to move faster and he let out a feral sounding groan before he spoke again, “Want to dip my tongue as far into you as I ca–”

“No phone sex on the bus!”

You and Copia both yelled out at the sound of Swiss’s voice. Your cheeks flamed and you slammed your phone face down onto the bed. Their voices were muffled but you could hear Swiss and Copia yelling at each other. You didn’t move until the noise had quieted down and you heard Copia’s voice softly calling out your name. When you grabbed your phone to look at him again he had a sheepish look on his face.

“Eh, I forgot I made this rule after the first week of the tour. There was an incident with Cirrus you see and,” Copia trailed off and shrugged. “Maybe one of these nights I’ll get a hotel room so we can try this again.”

“Sounds like a plan, Papa.” He smiled softly, his face once more showing how tired he was. It was time to say goodnight so you both could get some sleep. “What will we do for tonight though?”

“Tonight? Uh, I’m not sure I can stay quiet enough…”

“Can I at least get a goodnight kiss?”

“It would be my pleasure.”

You couldn’t help yourself and reached out to gently touch your screen with your finger, the yearning to actually be able to touch him so strong you wanted to cry. He brought his phone up to his face, waiting for you to do the same, the both of you gently pressing your lips to them at the same time. When he started whispering something soft in Italian you pulled away, your eyes trying to trace every part of his face before you said goodnight.

“Same time tomorrow?”

“Yes, Papa. I’ll be here.”

“Naked in my bed?” He laughed when you rolled your eyes, reaching up to get ready to flick the light switch. “Buonanotte, amore.”

“Goodnight, Copia.”

You let a few tears fall after the call ended and you quickly buried yourself in the sheets to surround yourself with his smell. Two more months without him was too long and you decided then and there to see about that hotel room first thing tomorrow.

And a plane ticket so you could share it with him.

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haileymunson · 2 years

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first kiss with robin headcanon

robin buckley x fem!reader

first kiss headcanon for the prettiest lesbian in hawkins <3

you used hang out at the mall she’s used to work at and would ogle at each other while she worked. then one day when business was slow you finally got the confidence to talk to her

then when she worked at the video store, you’d hang out and look for movies you’d want to watch, and offered her to come over for dinner

after weeks of steve trying to build her confidence to ask you out, she agreed

you’d agree to bring the food and snacks and she’d bring the movies, you kissed her cheek as you left the store, leaving robin a flustered, stuttering mess

she turned around to meet steve’s wide eyes, “robin don’t you dare flake on her, you’ve been waiting on this for how long?! I’VE BEEN WANTING THIS FOR HOW LONG?!”

she closes for the night and bikes to your house with her backpack full of comedies and scary movies she thinks you like. she might’ve slipped a corny romance movie in for…..making fun of…..or……making out during……

she knocks on your door and as you open it, her smile drops and her cheeks heat up as she sees your outfit. a big sweatshirt with shorts

she sees your pretty legs that she totally has never admired from a distance when you wear those pretty sundresses and those frilly skirts

“hey robin! i ordered a pizza and i’m popping some popcorn now! you can come and set up with movie on my VHS”

you let her in your home and close the door behind her. she looked around your house, “nice place y/n,” you laugh as you walk back into the kitchen.

“yeah it’s nice. did you want to go in my room or would rather be in the living room? i don’t mind which ever, just want you to be comfortable”

her heart nearly skipped a beat at you mentioning being in your room

you and her? alone? in you room? probably on the bed…..doing things….oh she’s looking at me RESPOND

“oh um i don’t mind going to your room. um do you mind if you can show me your room?”

you walked away from the popcorn on the stove that hadn’t started popping yet, “oh of course! follow me.”

you walked out the kitchen with robin trailing behind you like a lost puppy. you walked to your room and turned on a few lamps so we could comfortably eat and watch the movie

robin looked around your room, “holy cow y/n your room is so cool!”

you had posters of Blondie, The Runaways, Vixen, The Pretenders, Stevie Nicks, Whitney Houston, Tina Turner, Joan Jett and so many other women

she also had stacks of various books everywhere, a record player with records, a portable tape player with tapes on her dresser, a guitar with an amp next to it, and a comfy bed in the middle of the room

she turned on the TV on her dresser, “thank you, you can put the tapes on the dresser and put whatever you have in! i’ll be right back to get the food and the snacks”

she gave her a smile as she sat on her bed and looked through her backpack, pulling out “the breakfast club”

she put the tape in her TV and looked around her room. she saw her record collection and swooned, Jimi Hendrix, Michael Jackson, Marvin Gaye, Miles Davis, Nina Simone, Al Green and so many others

while looking through her record collection she heard her come in and turned as she struggled holding the food she had in her arms

robin ran over to help her, holding the pizza box that was just about to fall out of her soft, cute, adorableeeee hands…..

“um thanks robin um, we can put the food on my bed,” you say nervously collecting yourself and putting your food on the bed

she nervously snaps out of her loving gaze and gets the pizza to put on her bed and sit next to you

getting comfortable you play the movie and eat your food together, laughing and talking about the various characters

she notices you lean back against your headboard and look towards her

“robin can i tell you something?”

she meets your gaze and lays against the headboard, “um, of course y/n, what’s up?”

you look at your lap, “um I just wanted to tell you that i’ve liked you for so long. like since you worked at scoops ahoy last year long. since you joined band freshman year long. and you’re so funny and so kind and so random and you’re so fucking cute and hearing you laugh and ramble makes me so happy and you’re just so perfect and-“ you were interrupted as robin grabbed your face and pressed her soft lips against yours

“geez y/n you ramble just like i do,” she says as she pecks your lips again and grab your face in her ring clad hands

“y/n i like you too. like so fucking much. i love your personality and your great lips and your pretty smile and the way you laugh and how you make me feel like a million butterflies erupted in my stomach and i just want you to be mine because the feeling of being with you is something i never want to stop feeling and i just want to talk to you all day and listening to music with you go do corny cute shit together and i-“

you smash your lips against hers and giggle against her lips “jeez robin you talk a lot”

you both laugh at your confession and hug each other, the movie and the food long forgotten, just the two of you finally happy that you’re finally together, after four years of looking at each other from afar

#maya hawke #robin buckley x female reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley #scoops ahoy #lgtbq characters #fem!reader #lesbian

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neilisntreal · 1 year

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So this is a snippet from a 5k word FINISHED Soap x Ghost fanfic called Simon Gets Sick. Enjoy 🫡:

⚠️Slight NSFW⚠️

They arrive in Ghost’s room, and as soon as the door is shut, Soap is running his mouth. “Hey! You look a lot better. Sorry I wasn’t able to hang out much yesterday afternoon. Work and stuff. Captain didn’t want me taking off too much. Of course you seemMh-“ he gasps into the surprise kiss as he’s slammed up against one of Ghost’s bedroom walls. His breath leaves him all at once.

Ghost slowly pulls away. “I’m not sick anymore. I wanna pay you back for what you did for me.”

Soap cocks his head. “What, take care of you when you’re sick? That’s like, my job as your boyfriend.” He shivers as Ghost grabs ahold of his waist.

Ghost shrugs. “It’s never happened to me before. I wanna show my gratitude. Please?” He’s got those pretty begging eyes that makes Soap a weak man.

Soap huffs. He can’t reject Ghost’s gift. “Alright, what’s yer gift to me?”

Ghost bites his lip and pulls Soap to bed. He flops down into it and sprawls out. “Me.”

Soap nearly loses his mind. “You are so fucking hot.” He murmurs, kissing Ghost’s pretty pink lips over and over. He decides he wants to focus there and keeps kissing and sucking, nibbling on the swollen flesh to make it red.

Ghost is already moaning, back arching ever so slightly as Soap eats him alive.

Soap slides a finger into the neck of Ghosts skin-tight black shirt and tugs. “I want it off. I want all of you out for me tonight, Si.” He growls, leaning in to nip at the others neck.

Ghost pants and nods, body going weak as he lets himself be manhandled by the man on top of him. This is Soap’s gift, so he gets whatever he wants.

Soap pulls himself away from Ghost and begins to quickly work at unzipping his jeans. “These things’re so damn tight when I get hard.” He growls, finally freeing himself from his confines after a good bit of work. His dick springs up when he tugs his boxers off, and he lets out a sigh of relief. The head of his cock is an angry red and it’s leaking precum. He ignores his boner in favor of undressing Ghost.

“Hips up.” Soap murmurs, hooking his index fingers over the hems of Ghosts pants and and boxers. Ghost complies like the good boy he is and lifts his hips high into the air. His pants and boxers are yanked off in one fell swoop and he lets his hips drop back into the cushion.

Soap licks his lips and stares. “Such a big cock and it’s absolutely useless. Can’t use it for anything.” He leans down to take the tip into his mouth. Ghost groans softly and threads his fingers into Soaps Mohawk.

“Johnny..” he whispers, covering his face with the crook of his elbow.

Soap raises a brow and pulls back. “What?”

Ghost squirms a bit. “No foreplay. I need you now. Please.” He begs, breathy and whiny. Soap immediately begins to pull off Ghosts and his own shirt, because who is Soap to deny Ghost of what he so desperately wants?

If you’d like to read the whole thing lol:

#soapghost #ghostsoap #soap x ghost #ghost x soap #cod mw2 #smut #call of duty #modern warfare 2

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shorkbrian · 3 years

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Kiri’s lil sis (or step sis?) thirsting after her big brother’s cool best friend Bakugo, always trying to join them going anywhere and sit next to bakugo/on his lap with kiri being so oblivious to your advances until one day you practically throw yourself at bakugo to hang out just one and one.. You get all dolled up only to find out jealous kiri finds out about your little date and has to show you how he’s manly enough for whatever you need, that your his

oh my god

Kiri is fine to hang out with Bakugou, fine with calling him his friend, but seeing you tripping over yourself to try and gain Bakugou's approval? It makes his blood boil.

Especially since Kiri has heard Katsuki talk about girls when it's just the boys hanging out, how bakugou likes playing with 'em and what kind of rough, degrading shit he subjects them to. Kirishima is almost taken aback, but hey, to each their own.

Imagining Bakugou doing all that to his sweet little sister sickens him.

To find out that you went behind your older brother's back, batted your eyelashes and pushed your chest out while asking Katsuki if he would take you to get coffee, or food, or what-fucking-ever makes Kirishima grit his teeth and clench his fists.

Especially since he comes downstairs to see you primping in the mirror, with the shortest skirt you own barely covering your ass, nipples poking through the tiny, thin little crop top you're wearing.

"Where ya going?" He can't help but ask, eyes raking over you, a 'lil confused. He likes the view, but you shouldn't be dressed like that, it's inappropriate.

"I'm gonna go hang out with Katsuki." You're barely paying your brother any attention, making sure your makeup looks good enough, leaning forward to dab at your lipstick. Kirishima can't help but stare as your skirt rides up more, showing off a little glimpse of pale pink panties.

"No you aren't, not dressed like that." He decides quickly, a blush rising to his cheeks. He's not some doddling virgin, panties really aren't that revolutionary of a sight to him, but to see your panties, well-

"You're not dad, you can't tell me what to do." Your answer is so cheeky, so bratty, and Kirishima knows you're acting up, already trying to act older than you are so you'll look cool in Bakugou's eyes.

He's having none of it.

Two strides and he's grabbing you by your elbow, hand completely encompassing your little arm. Kiri likes the almost-frightened gasp that spills out of your mouth as he yanks you close, staring down at you with knitted brows.

"You aren't going anywhere near Katsuki, he's bad news for pretty girls like you. I'm not letting him put his hands on my little sister."

Wide eyes stare back at him. "Let me go, I'm not a little kid anymore!" You shake yourself out of his grip (only because he lets you) before you smooth out your outfit with a huff. "I know what I'm doing."

Kirishima frowns. "Do you? Really?" He's irritated now. You don't know what you're getting yourself into. You don't know how Bakugou's going to treat you, going to rough you up and make you cry, drop you off home afterwards and leave Kirishima to clean up the mess he's made of you.

"You're not going."

"I don't have to do what you say Kiri." You point out. "Just 'cause mom and dad aren't home doesn't mean you get to control me. Dad said it was fine when I asked him earlier."

Your brother huffs, moves behind you until his bulk is blocking the front door, your exit. "Dad barely knows who Bakugou is. I said you aren't going, and that's final."

"Kirishima-" You're angry, eyes blazing as you stare him down. "Get out of my way."

Look at you, trying to be all tough and bossy. Bakugou would destroy you, and Kirishima can't, won't have that happen.

"He's not gentle, y'know." The redhead starts off nonchalantly, propelling his body towards your with a few easy steps.

"He'll grab you like this-" A hand at your throat, squeezing too tight for your comfort and immediately you're scrabbling at his arm, wheezing for Kiri to stop. "And he'll just laugh when you do that."

"He'll bend you over the most convenient surface, see?" He's shoving you into the kitchen, making you stumble backwards before your brother spins you around, slams you over the counter. Your toes are barely touching the ground, head spinning from the rough treatment. What was Kiri - your sweet, goofy brother - doing?

"Probably'll make fun of what you're wearing. I mean seriously, are you trying to look like a slut?" Kirishima slaps your ass where it's exposed by your tiny skirt, and you yelp, trying to scramble away. But Kirishima easily grabs your waist, keeps you in place and kicks your legs apart before forcing himself between them.

"I can see your panties, and your breasts in this little getup. Bakugou doesn't like easy girls, thinks they deserve to get fucked real rough. You ready for that?" Kirishima doesn't bother with your skirt, it's so short it's not even in his way as he runs his fingers over your panties, snapping the waistband against your skin. You're so warm.

Then a hand pushes up your shirt until it's over your chest, and your tits are smushed against the counter as Kirishima presses you flat against it. "Y'know, he might not even prep you. A real gentleman would make sure you're ready first, maybe make you cum a few times before even think of getting inside you, but not Katsuki. He'll shove in dry, tear you up and make you bleed all over the place."

Fingers push the crotch of your panties to the side, and you're whining, crying into the counter now. Begging Kirishima to stop only makes him chuckle darkly, and suddenly you feel the heat of his crotch as he presses against you, grinds the bulge in his jeans against your core.

"Crying is only gonna make him treat you worse. You know he doesn't like crybabies. You gonna cry for him just like this when he splits you apart? You'll make him go soft sweetie."

It's only when you hear the sound of a zipper do you truly start to thrash, truly scared and cowed. "I get it, I get it! 'M sorry Kiri, I won't go, I won't!" You cry, legs kicking as you push up against his hand, trying to get off the counter where he has you pinned.

Kirishima lets out a noncommittal hum, enjoying the way your frantic movement is stimulating his cock where it's pressed to your cute little pussy. You're even starting to get a bit wet, darkening his jeans.

"Please! Let me go, I'll listen, I swear-" You beg, cries choking your throat.

It feels like forever until Kiri steps away from you, lets you push yourself off the cold counter and pull your shirt over your chest, push your panties back into place and tug down your skirt.

When you turn to look at him, Kirishima almost feels bad about your puffy eyes and the tears running down your face. Almost.

"C'mere-" Is all he offers instead of an apology, pulling you into a bone-crushing hug. He's still hard in his jeans.

"I just don't want to see you get hurt, that's all." Your brother explains, rubbing your shoulder as you sniffle against his chest. "Bakugou isn't boyfriend material, got it? Especially not for someone who hasn't even had their first kiss."

He can feel you nodding in understanding against him.

"I'll text him that you won't be coming, okay? Go upstairs and change. Maybe we can watch a movie or something." A pat to your head as you turn away from him, little hands wiping at the tears on your face as you start to walk away.

Kiri can still see your panties with every step you take, ass bouncing.

He's going to text Katsuki, tell him that you're completely off limits. Maybe later tonight he'll send the blonde a video to really cement that fact, you on your knees, sucking his cock. Or maybe a few different pictures of your cunt as he presses inside, a few more showing him teasing your clit with the head of his dick.

That'll get the message across, not only to Bakugou, but to you.

Kirishima's the only one that gets to touch you

Ever.

#tw.nsfw #tw.dubcon #tw.dc #tw.incest #tw.dark content #tw.noncon #dark kirishima #yandere #yandere kirishima #Kirishima eijirou #banana fish eiji #eijiro kirishima smut #smut #bnha smut #yandere bnha

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bokutoslittlebird · 3 years

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miya twins and their 19 year old virgin little sister, samu probably caught you trying to fuck yourself and let your dildo be your first since a lot of your friends are teasing you for being a virgin and then atsumu caught you red handed, watching porn. and what would happen if one of them got you preggo? too horny to even think about anything, sorry birdie-san ㅠㅡㅠ

DIVINE. DELICIOUS. you know that audio with the cats? That was me when I read this

Warnings : pregnancy, cunnilingus, f. masturbation, porn video (briefly), a pink dildo, dubcon, incest, manipulation

It’s your nineteenth birthday and while you had a wonderful party with your family, you still feel so young and small. Your brothers are both attending colleges for their own career paths, but you’ve just got out of high school and have no idea what you want to do! You’ve been babied by your brothers, so you don’t have a clear view of the future for yourself that doesn’t include Atsumu and Osamu by your side.

One thing bothered you though: you were still a virgin. Thanks to your brothers, boyfriends were a foreign concept to you. All your friends lost their virginities before their birthdays, but your last friend lost her virginity on her birthday, a present from her boyfriend. You were slow to coming to the party and you told them you’d have lost it by the time your birthday came around, even getting a boyfriend!

A boyfriend quickly discarded by the brooding brothers of yours. A sneer from Atsumu and a glare from Osamu had his tail between his legs. Truly, a shame. You knew your friends would tease you again for the lack of a boy in your life, so you decided to, uh, pretend. A dildo was similar to a penis, right? That’s why they existed.

You didn’t know it’d be so hard! You have to have an orgasm to properly lose your virginity, that’s what your friends said. Pumping the silicone piece into your tiny cunt was harder than expected, only fitting half in before you started to pump it. It sent a tingling down in your tummy, but it was more effort than expected. Noises or frustration mingled with your forced moans, whining as your wrists started to hurt.

Osamu was doing his homework when he heard you make a noise of frustration, huffing and puffing. He didn’t pay too much attention to it, but then you made a similar noise. So, time to investigate. He wouldn’t want you to exert so much energy, you’re his baby sister! He expected to see you trying to get something off a high shelf, your shirt riding up to show your smooth stomach or you to be under your bed, shorts-clad— even better, panty-clad rump in the air. He did not expect to see you on your bed, legs spread and pumping a pink silicone dildo into your cunt. If only that was his—

“‘Tsu- ‘Tsumu,” you moan out, biting on your lower lip. Osamu’s mouth drops into a frown, growling at his twin’s name dropping from your mouth. You turn to look at the door, suddenly opened only to be slammed shut.

A startled gasp makes him stop in front of you, eyes burning with an unknown desire. “‘Samu! What’re you doing?” He just looks at you, eyes glancing at your hand still between your legs. Your eyes go down, shame burning in your face. “I’m trying to be a big girl. I wanna lose my virginity,”

“Why didn’t ya ask me?” He asks, putting his weight on your bed. You panic and close your legs, moving the dildo out of you. “And why ya callin’ out ‘Tsumu’s name? Huh? Am I not good enough?”

“N-No! That’s not it! ‘Samu, you’re scaring me!” You cry out, his large hands spreading your legs. Your puffy pussy is fully on display for him, his eyes noticing the lack of slick. “Don’t hurt me!”

“I’m not gonna hurt ya. I’m gonna help. Wanna be a big girl? I can help,” he says. He doesn’t move, though, waiting for your permission. Even though you’re hesitant — he’s your brother! You’re nodding your head, fingers soon finding themselves in Osamu’s darkened hair. He stopped dying it, so it’s completely natural again. His face is buried in your cunt, lapping at your folds as your moans aren’t forced, head thrown back as Osamu tongue fucks you. When he sticks two fingers into you, he doesn’t expect you to be so wet, a drastic difference from moments ago. He moves to wrap his lips around your clit, walls tightening as you finally release on his fingers and face.

When Osamu comes up, he’s licking his lips while you pant. “Did.. did I lose my virginity?” You ask him, tears clinging to your lashes.

“What d’ya mean?” You explain what your friends told you, all while he strips off his shirt and peppers kisses on your stomach, rising your shirt up as he does. “Nah, I gotta cum inside if you wanna lose it. You gonna let me do that?” The no hesitation in the nodding of your head has him grinning, straightening himself as he rubs his hardened cock through his pants. Today, fantasy becomes reality. “Alright, I’ll go slow,”

Even with his slow sinking into you, you’re gasping and clinging to his biceps for dear life, tears staining your pillow as he splits you open. He’s far bigger than the dildo, but the slick from your orgasm makes it much easier for him to slide in. He kisses your cheek, telling you how good you are. It’s the little praise that has you encouraging him to keep going, and he does. He keeps pushing in until he’s bumping against your cervix, almost completely inside of you. Your legs tighten around his waist, keeping him locked against you.

“Don’t worry, lil sis. I’m not goin’ anywhere,” he shushes, brushing your tears as he stays still. An occasional hiccup has his heart hurting, but he knows you’ll feel good eventually. Well, even if you don’t, he’ll start. When your legs loosen, dropping back to the plush bed, he starts moving. He’s still slow, spreading your walls for his thick cock as you continue to adjust. It’s not until you’re begging him for more does he pick up the pace, slamming his hips against yours. He has to cover your mouth so you don’t alert the whole house he’s fucking you, your screams of pleasure coming out. They’re muffled, but he can hear how much you’re enjoying it. It urges him to go even faster, grunting as he chases his own high.

Another screams rips from you, walls tightening as you cream on his fat cock, eyes rolling as toes curl. It’s enough to send Osamu over the edge, groaning as he buries himself even deeper inside, pumping you full of his cum, you milking every drop. He kisses you, your panting mouth perfect for him to give you a passionate kiss, staying deep inside you. He breaks the kiss, “I love ya, little sis,”

“Love you, too, nii-san,” you smile, kissing him again.

It’s all you ever wanted, to be a big girl. It also brings you and Osamu closer together, you often bouncing around the idea to help him in his shop once he gets it set up. When you go into his room, the door locking behind you, you miss the way Atsumu glares. He has a feeling you’re not studying with Osamu, but there’s nothing to suggest otherwise.

Well, when Osamu is late from coming back from college, Atsumu is the only one home. It’s a small breath of fresh air, relaxing his tired muscles after a long practice match. When he hears small grunts and moans from your bedroom, he goes to investigate. You shouldn’t be home, let alone have anyone with you. The creaking of the floorboards doesn’t stop the noises from your room, Atsumu’s curiosity spiking. Peeking into your open door, he sees you on your back, legs spread open as your laptop plays an obscene video, the moans and grunts coming from the speakers. Your occasional moan is muffled by the shirt hem in your mouth, but it’s dropped when you moan out Osamu’s name, eyes rolling back as your fingers work on your clit.

Atsumu glares at the mention of Osamu’s name, shutting the door that has you jumping and struggling to explain yourself. “Ya think ‘Samu’s better than me? Is that it?” They’re so similar, it’s striking. The hungry eyes, full of anger and lust, they look so much like Osamu’s, but the light blond hair reminds you it’s Atsumu. “What’re you- Yer watchin’ sibling porn? Thinking of your big brother? ‘S that it?”

“No, it’s not what you think, ‘Tsumu!” Unlike Osamu, Atsumu’s one to take what he wants. He moves the laptop off the bed, spreading your legs as you squirm and struggle. “Lemme go!”

“Brats like you need to be put in place, don’t’cha know? You’re fucking soaked, getting off on your big bro that much?” You’re crying and still trying to kick him off, but it just turns him on even more. You’re still innocent and so naive in his eyes, it’s nothing for him to just take that from you. His cock is already hard, begging to sink into your warm depths. “You gonna let me fuck you? It’ll be like that video you were watching,”

You’re shaking your head, pushing at his chest as he leans down to press kisses to your neck. “C’mon, lil sis. I’m not gonna hurt ya. You trust me, right?” It’s a question that has your movements stopping, glossy eyes looking at Atsumu. He’s smiling, your big brother not showing any hint of malice. You sniffle, his thumbs swiping away the silver droplets on your cheeks.

“As long as you promise not to hurt me, okay ‘Tsumu?” You ask him, big doe eyes of innocence as you look at him. He grins and kisses your lips, licking your bottom lip. A whispered breath of ‘wouldn’t dream of it’ is all you hear before his mushroom head is pushing at your entrance. He’s just as big as Osamu, but it’s still hard to take in. You’re nice and slick, though, Atsumu notes. All from watching some incest porn, it’s almost funny to him how all you had to do was ask, no reason to hide it! Him and Osamu have been dreaming of keeping you all to themselves, there’s no reason for you to hide your desires.

Once he’s bottomed out, he doesn’t let you adjust, immediately pulling out to thrust back in. It’s sharp and rough, knocking the air from your lungs as your head gets thrown back. Atsumu’s quick to attach his lips to your neck, sucking the flesh and digging his teeth into the skin. It’s a way to show he’s claimed you, as if he doesn’t plan on coming inside. That’s his goal — mark you inside and out. With your arms above your head, grasping the pillows, there’s no reason for him to not. Licking his thumb, he presses it to your clit and flicks it, sending shockwaves through you as you scream and cream around his cock, thighs tightening around him. He’s not too far behind you, rutting against you as he paints your insides white, sending you into another orgasm, juices spraying against his abdomen.

“Lookie there! You just squirted all over me,” he chuckles, rubbing your shaking thighs. You’re overstimulated, so he doesn’t push another round. There’ll be time for that later.

A week later, you find yourself in a dilemma when your clothes won’t fit. Worried about gaining weight, you confide in your big brothers who give you a test. “Just pee on it. It’ll tell you if you’re overeating,” they said. They’ve never lied to you before! When those two lines pop up on the plastic tool, you show it to them, confused. They tell you you’re pregnant, but then comes the question. Who’s the dad? Really, does it matter? They have a lot of love to give you and they’re twins. Your child is gonna look like both of them no matter what.

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sunflowergirl522 · 3 years

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Stuck in Westview

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader

Request by Anon: Okay, okay, so I had an idea and idk you'll do it but it's worth a shot. Plant mutation reader x Peter where they both get stuck in Westview? I haven't really thought about it past that, so the rest is up to you!

A/n: The more I wrote this one the less I liked how it was turning out but I didn’t want to leave you hanging so I tried my best. I hope you like it.

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 2689

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You didn’t remember much when the two of you first arrived in Westview. But you were with Peter and he seemed to know where he was going so you felt fine about it. You were ecstatic when the two of you walked up to the door and Wanda answered it. You’ve always wanted to meet Peter’s sister and now that you were, you felt like you were in a dream. Actually the whole time you’ve been in Westview has felt like a dream.

“You alright baby?” Peter’s voice breaks you out of whatever trance you were in and you look at him.

“Yeah, I’m good just lost in thought I guess, sorry.”

“You’re fine dear.” Wanda speaks as Peter wraps an arm around your shoulders and Vision comes down with a blanket and some pillows. “I uh, hope the couch will be fine for the two of you. The spare room still isn’t ready; we weren’t exactly expecting company.”

“The couch will be just fine Wanda.”

“Yeah sis, just gives us an excuse to be pressed against each other all night.” Wanda scoffs at Peter before bidding the two of you a goodnight.

“She’s nice.” You tell Peter as the two of you settle down to sleep.

“Yeah. I’m glad the two of you get along.” He yawns and kisses the top of your head as he pulls you into his chest.

In the morning you wake up well before Peter like normal. Though it was more the afternoon than the morning, you may always wake up before your boyfriend but you did end up adopting his poor sleep schedule. You lay next to him relishing in his warmth for a while before getting up and making your way into the kitchen for some cereal. Tommy comes down first and heads to the kitchen before Billy comes down dressed in a costume.

“Halloween’s a magical holiday. All about family, friends, and the thrill of getting to be someone else for a day.” You think that he’s speaking to you at first but very quickly realize it’s like he’s talking to an imaginary audience. Your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion as you watch him from your spot on the couch at Peter's feet. You shake your head assuming it was just a kid thing and pick up your bowl to put it in the sink. “Where’s your costume Tommy?”

“This is my costume. I’m the cool twin.”

“Then what does that make me?”

“Hmm, a dorkasaurus rex.” You hold in the chuckle that wants to escape as the joke seems to fly over Billy’s head as he tells his twin that it's not a real dinosaur. You high five Tommy when Billy leaves the kitchen with a smile before he follows his brother. The two of them bicker about Billy being scared of Peter not realizing that they’ve woken him up.

“Blood is thicker than water! I show you!” You laugh as you watch Peter chase the kids around from the kitchen doorway. When Wanda comes down the stairs complaining about the noise you walk over to them and take your place next to Peter, who immediately wraps an arm around you bringing you closer to him.

“I’m a Sokovian fortune teller.”

“Wow. That is so…lame.” You elbow him in the ribs when his statement causes Tommy to change his own from rad to lame.

“I think you look great! If you didn’t have a husband I’d leave this doof and try getting with the better twin.” Wanda blushes slightly and laughs at your words.

While Peter and Wanda talk about old Halloween’s you follow the twins to the couch to play video games with them. When Billy starts to talk to the invisible audience once more you look at him confused again before looking to see if Tommy noticed it too but he’s either too focused on the game or doesn’t see anything weird about it. Peter makes his way over eventually chuckling at something that happened. You give him your spot on the floor and sit behind him on the couch.

“Hey babe you wanna go get 4 sodas from the fridge and we’ll teach these rugrats how to shotgun?” You just shrug and nod before getting up. “Get out of here, get out of here.” Peters trying to slap Tommy’s controller out of his hands to distract him as you juggle the four cans to the couch. You hand them out to the three boys before taking your spot again. Peter makes the holes in the bottom of their cans so they don’t hurt themselves trying and goes to do it for you just to find yours already done. “Alright when I give the signal you bring the hole to your mouth and open the can.” He makes sure they understand before exclaiming a ‘go’. Wanda and Vision soon start to fight and Billy once again speaks to the audience and Peter and you share a look after he scrunches his eyebrows up and looks to see if Tommy’s reacting.

You must have zoned out after that though because the next thing you know Peters scaring Wanda at the door and Visions gone. When did they talk about shaving cream in water balloons you find yourself wondering as you overhear the conversation. It must’ve just happened when you were in your head again.

“You don’t even have a costume.” Peter scoffs and then speeds off somewhere with Tommy to return in matching costumes that go with his power perfectly. “If I see any funny business, I am going to magic you into a pickled herring.”

“Y/n I got you a costume too!” Peter speeds in front of you and drops a bag in your lap.

“What is it?”

“Just go put it on.” He pulls you to your feet and starts to push you towards the stairs. You can’t help but laugh after you get into the bathroom and open the bag up to find a Poison Ivy costume. Once you finish putting it on you notice part of an ivy plant still in the bag with a note from Peter reading ‘To make it more realistic ;)-P’.

“Are you boys ready?” Wanda’s voice greets your ears as you make your way back downstairs.

“Yeah mom.” The twins speak at the same time and rush up to their mom who places her hands on their shoulders.

“Pietro, you better not be bringing any shaving cream filled water balloons!” You don’t dwell long on the fact that Wanda’s been calling him Pietro, he’s already told you that when he and his mom moved to the states she had him start going by Peter. And now only his family really calls him Pietro even though they’ve gotten into the habit of using Peter instead.

“I’m not! See empty handed.” The sound of your laughter as Peter appeared in front of the family holding his hands out as proof drew all of their attention to you. “You look great babe. I dig the crown thing you’ve got going on.” You had decided to grow the ivy around your head and then around the rest of your body randomly from there.

“Thanks.” You blush a bit at the attention as you join the four of them in front of the door.

“Woah aunt Y/n, who are you supposed to be?” Tommy asks as he takes in all the green.

“Have you guys really never seen a Batman show or read the comics? She’s Poison Ivy also known as Mother Nature, it fits Y/n a lot considering her power.”

“Her power?” Wanda asks as Billy asks you what it is.

“I can control plants.” You shrug it off because it’s not a big deal, there were plenty of cooler mutations than yours anyway (even if Peter would yell at you for thinking that).

“That’s so rad!” Peter high fives Tommy in agreement excited that his nephew likes it as much as he does.

“How did you get it?” Before you can tell Wanda that you were born with it, Peter gives her some bogus story that’s really similar to Poison Ivy's origin story. You��re confused because it doesn’t make sense for him to lie about it but you don’t have a chance to correct him before he’s taking your hand and pulling you out of the house to ‘get this party started’.

You watch smiling as Tommy and Billy race from house to house to see who can get the most candy and tune into what Wanda and Peter were talking about in time to hear him say she’s testing him. Why would she be testing him, for what?

“Hey, it’s cool. I know I look different.”

“Why do you...look different?” Look different? You turn to really study and look at Peter to try to see what she means. The only thing that’s different is that his hair is more blonde but that’s about it, it’s not some major change or anything. When the twins come back ready to keep moving down the street Peter brings you into a side hug and places a kiss on your temple before running with them to get more candy. Though you notice that Billy holds onto Tommy and Peter doesn’t even try to hold onto the backs of their necks. What happened to whiplash?

As everything starts to feel off to you and you try to figure things out your head starts to feel hazy and it’s like your body goes on autopilot as you strike up conversation with Wanda. It’s like an out of body experience as you basically just watch the conversation happen without knowing what’s being said. You feel so lost and empty right in this moment and it only fades a little when Wanda starts to talk to someone else. You don’t fully snap back into it until Peter laces his hand in yours again.

“Pete,” you say to him when Wanda and the kids walk ahead of you, “I feel strange.”

“What kind of strange?” He places a hand on your forehead to check if you’re warm. “You don’t have a fever. Are you queasy? Do you wanna go back to the house?”

“No, it’s not that I feel sick. I just, I don’t know how to explain it. I feel like a prisoner in my own body.”

“I think I know what you mean. It happens very suddenly right? And then something snaps you out of it and you feel better?”

“Yeah that’s it.”

“Uncle P are you coming?” Tommy’s voice pulls the two of your attention to them and Peter plasters a smile on his face.

“Sure am little dude, just had to tell your aunt how hot she looks again!” He pulls you behind him as he catches up with his family. The five of you make your way to the town square scare as it starts to become night.

“It’s so lame that you’re making them return the candy.” Peter says after a moment of silence passes from when Wanda scolded the twins for stealing it in the first place.

“I can’t believe what a bad influence you are?” You start to think about her words, you know it’s been a while since they’ve seen eachother but surely this is what Peter acted like growing up. It’s definitely how he’s acted the whole time you knew him.

“It’s what you wanted isn’t it?”

“What happened to your accent?”

“What happened to yours?” You watch as they seem to have a mini showdown challenging the other. “Details are fuzzy, man. I got shot like a chump on the street for no reason at all and next thing I know I hear you callin me. I knew you needed me.” His words don’t sit well with you, they don’t sound right but something in the back of your head makes you trust them.

“Uncle P, guess what?” The twins run up and semi break the tension in the air with their excitement.

“They’ve got full size candy bars a few blocks up. Can we go Mom?” Tommy then speeds away and comes back with some of the bars in his hand. You and Peter look at eachother shocked and you can see the excitement on his face that his nephew has the same power as him.

“Right on, little dude! Chip off the old Maximoff block. You got super speed!”

“I do?”

“Yeah!” The two of them high five with big excited smiles on their faces and you stand back with an adoring one. Peter may be a bad influence but he’s really just so good with kids. When Tommy starts to speed around whooping in joy you step closer to Peter and wrap your arms around his stomach smiling up at him.

“If you’re gonna break the sound barrier at least take your brother with you.”

“Really?”

“Yes really. And please just remember-”

“Don’t go past Ellis Avenue. We know mom.” After the twins run off and Wanda yells after them to be careful the three of you continue on your way to the town square where kids are running rampant and hay bales have been set up.

“This is so nice.” You say as you look around.

“Isn’t it?” Wanda responds and smiles over at you.

“Damn it, if Westview, New Jersey isn’t charming as hell.”

“I know that you guys must think that I’ve gone full soccer mom. But it really is nice right?” The three of you sit down on one of the hay bales in the center of town square. You smile and agree with her as Peter brings your legs over one of his and squeezes your thigh.

“I think mom and dad would’ve loved it.” You want to speak up and ask if Wanda knew about Erik but suddenly you couldn’t speak, it was like your lips were being forced closed. You started to feel that sense of being a prisoner again and as if he could sense your panic Peter squeezes your thigh again as he and Wanda talk about the kids in Westview. “I’m impressed seriously, it’s a big upgrade from giving people nightmares and shooting red wiggly woos out of your hand.” Leave it to Peter for being impressed when his family members do something people consider wrong. “I’m not some stranger, and I’m not your husband. You can talk to me, and Y/n too. She’s one of the kindest people I’ve ever met.”

“I don’t know how I did it. I only remember feeling completely alone. Empty. I just...endless nothingness.” She looks away and sniffles a bit before looking back over and gasping while covering her face.

“Are you okay?” You finally find your lips free in time to worry about Wanda and ask if she’s alright.

“I’m fine.”

“Uh huh.” Peter glances over at you as he hums not believing her.

“Mom!” The twins then rush over with Billy yelling for her over and over again.

“What is it Billy?”

“I hear dad in my head. He’s in trouble. I don’t understand. What’s happening to me?”

“I think Billy might have powers too.” You whisper to Peter as the two of you get up and walk over to the trio.

“Where is he? Where’s your dad?”

“Hey, don’t sweat it sis. It’s not like your dead husband can die twice.” Wanda’s quick to force him into the fake graveyard after he speaks.

“Oh my god!” You run over to Peter as Wanda’s attention goes back to her kids.

“God why did I say that?” Peter’s rubbing his head when you make it to him.

“Peter, Peter I think we should go.” You see Wanda getting ready to use her power again before looking back at Peter. “Now!” He grabs onto you and runs back to Wanda’s street. The hold that was in your mind is gone now and you can remember getting pulled into this city before not remembering anything. “Shit, Peter I don’t think we belong here.”

“I think you’re right baby. Let’s find a way out of here.”

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fishytrouble1 · 3 years

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Sidemen Football Challenge Surprise

MiniminterxReader Fanfiction

Summary: You hadn’t felt well all morning but you couldn’t worry too much as you had 7 Sidemen to help warm-up before their football video.

You, Simon and JJ were getting ready for the day. They were meeting the guys to film a football challenge video for their channel. You were coming along to help warm-up and give the boys some pointers. They had asked you to help out as you were a youth football coach for about 10 years of your life before you recently became a teacher.

“Y/N are you almost ready? We need to get going or we’ll be late.” You hear your boyfriend, Simon, shout at you. You knew full well though that you were no where close to being late as Simon always liked being the first one to the shoots if he could.

“I’m just putting my trainers on, I’ll be out in a...” But before you can get the rest of your sentence out you feel a sudden wave of nausea that has you rushing to the bathroom.

As you’re throwing up last night’s dinner into the bathroom toilet, you hear the bathroom door open and close behind you. Before you know it you feel a hand slowly rubbing you back whilst another pulls back your hair from around your face.

You soon finish up before flushing the toiler and lean back taking a minute to breathe and calm yourself, after your sudden nausea.

“Y/N are you sure you’re alright to come today? I don’t want you to come and then over-exert yourself, if it makes you feel worse in the long run.” Simon says worry written all over his face.

“Si, don’t stress, I’ll be fine I just haven’t eaten enough for the amount of exercise I’ve done.” You smile at him.

“Only if you’re sure you’ll be okay? If you start feeling any worse you tell me, and I’ll bring you straight home.” Simon says clearly still a little concerned for your health.

You agree to his terms and he helps you up off of the bathroom floor before bringing you in for a kiss. He pulls away before remarking, “I will just let you know that your breath is a little bit bad, from all that throwing up.” You both laugh at how blatantly honest he was being, but you were thankful all the same.

An hour later you were at the field waiting for the rest of the guys to turn up. You were then about to go warm yourself up when you felt instantly dizzy and needed to sit down for a minute, you were lucky that Simon was off busy practicing with JJ otherwise he would’ve taken you straight home. You took some paracetamol before looking up and see Josh approaching you with Freya in tow smiling brightly at you.

“Hey Josh, and Frey. I didn’t expect to see you here?” You say in curiosity. You were surprised to see Freya here as these types of videos weren’t ones she usually tagged along for.

“Well Josh told me you were coming along just to help them beforehand so I thought I might tag along and when you’re not helping the lads we can sit and catch up.” She explains with a big grin on her face.

All the other boys turn up, most of them looking like they were dreading the next couple hours. You didn’t waste any time though and gathered all of the boys onto the field for some quick warm-ups to avoid any of them getting injured, whilst giving them some useful tips and tricks when it comes to the challenges.

You’re halfway through the warm-ups when you feel your stomach beginning to turn. You freeze in place for a minute before running to the bin, on the side of the pitch, and throwing up into it for the second time today.

Simon had noticed you stopped and as soon as you took off running he followed. Freya was at your side first, holding your hair back whilst Simon held you up and rubbed your back.

“Y/N this is the second time you’ve thrown up today, maybe I should take you home so you can rest. If by tomorrow you still feel the same I’ll take you to the doctors.” Simon says in a hurry as he’s obviously concerned.

“Simon, calm down. I’m fine, like this morning I just haven’t eaten enough. Let me go and clean my shirt in the changing room while you guys film your video and I’ll come out after I’ve had some time to sit and eat something.” You say hoping it will calm him down, which it does to some extent.

“Are you sure?” He asks.

“Yes. And anyways, Freya’s here to help me. If I feel worse she can take me home. Please Si, don’t worry about me and go film a video with your boys. Plus I know you’re going to kick those boys’ arses at those challenges.” You say making both of you laugh.

A few minutes later you and Freya enter the changing rooms and you take your shirt off as you start running the taps to fill a sink with water and soap. From leans on the sink next to you with a raised eyebrow.

“Is there something you want to tell me Y/N?” Freya asks. “No, what makes you think there is?” You frown in confusion.

“Y/N you’re throwing up, you told me earlier you were getting dizzy and honestly don’t be offended but I’ve noticed that your boobs are slightly bigger than they normally are. Is it possible that you could be pregnant?” The question she’s posed makes you stop as you think back to when you last had your period and if you had unprotected sex sometime before that.

After thinking about it, you realise that it is more than a possibility and you quickly turn to Freya in panic.

“Frey what do I do? Me and Simon have never even broached the subject of kids. What if he doesn’t want it? What if he doesn’t want me either?” You start rambling in panic but Frey quickly interrupts you.

“Y/N calm down. I’ll run to the corner shop and find some reliable pregnancy tests. you just sit here, take a deep breath and don’t panic until you have a definitive answer.” You nod at her plan as she leaves the room to go and get you a stick that will give you an answer.

20 minutes later and Freya comes bursting through the doors and instantly hands you 3 tests. You go and pee on them before heading out and placing them beside the sink before sitting down and waiting for the result that has the potential to turn your whole world upside down.

When the time was up, you had to take a deep breath from how badly you were shaking from nerves. You got up and went to look at the result that was displayed on the test. You had tears in your eyes as you turn to Freya before telling her the outcome of the tests.

30 minutes later, you head out of the changing rooms and onto the field to see the lads setting up the next challenge. You instantly spot Simon and head over to him, you were nervous about telling him was has happened in the last hour.

“Y/N, how are you feeling now?” You were so in your own head, you hadn’t noticed that Simon had seen you walking towards him.

“Yeah but, I need to talk to you.” You grab his hand and pull him a little way away from your friends, to give you some privacy.

“So Frey and I had a chat and well... It’s probably easier if I show you instead of tell you.” As you see confusion become prominent on his face, you pull the tests from your bag, that you had taken with you, and hand them over to Simon.

“Y/n are you serious? Does this mean what I think it means?” You nod hesitantly at his question but are surprised when he suddenly picks you up off your feet and spins you around, gaining the attention of the lads and Freya.

“I’m so glad you’re happy about this. I honestly thought that you wouldn’t want either of us when you found out.” You admit to him.

“How could you think for one second that I wouldn’t be overjoyed at this news? I want to share every experience life has to offer with you.”

He turns around to face the boys as he shouts, “Guess who is going to be a dad?”

The boys’ jaws drop to the floor and you can’t help but giggle at the sight of it. It’s soon followed by laughter and celebration before they finally finish their football challenge video.

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ak8shi · 4 years

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Atsumu + Sakusa + Akaashi reacting to you tying up your hair Tiktok prank (pt. 2)

Part 1

warnings: slightly suggestive/nsfw?? I guess, mentions of dick, some spoilers !

a/n: tysm for giving the first part so much love, it makes me so happy to think so many people enjoyed it <3

Miya Atsumu

Can I get an F in the chat for this man

He isn’t ready to be played like this aha

So you are sitting in his living room, watching a movie

You’re both sitting on the couch, you sitting between his legs with a big bowl of buttery popcorn he probably doesn’t even eat it because of his stupid healthy diet

All you can focus on is the prank you saw on Tiktok, I mean it’s the perfect opportunity

You’re already kind of between his legs where you belong

You pretend to spill a bit of the popcorn on the carpet and if we’re being honest he would be an ass about it

Him: you’re so cute when you’re clumsy 🧚🏼‍♀️💗✨now go trip over the ledge of my apartment balcony 🥰💫💞

LMAO so you get down from your previous position, and you manage to set up your phone on the corner of the little side table near the couch

Atsumu is so absorbed in the movie his aggy ass doesn’t even notice

You place your hand on his outer thigh, slightly stroking it

NOW HE’S PAYING ATTENTION

You start to put your hair up in a ponytail, and I think he would be genuinely surprised at your boldness for a second but then he’s like,, IT’S HORNY O’CLOCK

Him: Aha ahaha I know baby,,…. I’m just irresistible like that 🤪🥴

AAKSKKSS his vibes are something else he belongs to the streets

You, looking him dead in the face: oh ? I’m just on the ground picking up the popcorn I spilled like the lowly peasant I am :)) Don’t mind me !

Cue pouting Atsumu he honestly needs someone to put him in his place

Now he’s doting on you and being super cute, trying to get you to get back into his lap

“Babyyyy, I didn’t mean to mouth off at ya, c’mere and I’ll show you what else this mouth can do”

CRINGE LMAO,,,, he’s trying though and somehow the prank went an entirely different direction

You’ve been holding out on smiling or showing any type of emotion on your face, but then you crack and start smiling

You finally tell him it was a prank

You: I remember the words “I’m just irresistible like that” specifically coming out of your mouth

Him: well did I lie

You decide against posting it for his wellbeing, the tiktok community would’ve chewed him up and spit him out💀

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Oh god,,,, do not put him on the spot like thisss

Atsumu and Bokuto somehow convinced you to pull one on your boyfriend

You in the groupchat called MonSter BootY 🅱️itches: u guys he will simply step on me

Bokuto and Atsumu: Sis, that’s why it’s going to be so funny, you’ll thank us when you go viral

Anyways, the two boys offer to hide and record the whole thing in the locker room after practice

Sakusa comes out of his fifth shower of the day and is like,,, why are you in here

You: oh you know,,, just hanging out 🥰

He’s probably shirtless too,,, sheesh

Atsumu and Bo are hiding out in one the showers Atsumu has to cover Bokuto’s mouth the entire time

Sakusa is rolling his eyes at you, he’s just like whatever I’m almost done and then we can go

He’s standing near you while you sit on a bench he definitely tells you to get off it because of how many germs are on it and for the simple fact that Atsumu’s ass touches it

I’m screaming you’re already stifling your laugh knowing Atsumu is HEATED behind the shower curtain hearing that

Okay so you give the boys the cue to start recording, asking Omi to give you a kiss on the cheek

Usually this man would NOT do this in front of his teammates,,, but since he thinks he’s alone he makes an exception

He leans down to carefully press a kiss to your turned cheek, and then you make your move

You gently knock your phone down smooth

You get down on the ground, brushing your hand along his leg and calf

At this point you’re sure Atsumu and Bo are LOSING IT

And so you pull the hair tie from your wrist, putting your hair up in a messy bun

He’s looking down at you kind of intensely, and you think for a second that he might go along with the prank you: I like the view

You: oops I dropped something 😉

Him, stepping away from you: oh my god,, get up right this instant or I will not be able to legally touch you for the next week

THE EMBARRASSMENT,,,, you can’t recover from this he is so grossed out LMAO

You reluctantly pick up your phone and get up, hearing the boys’ thundering footsteps as they sprint out of the locker room,, laughing their asses off

He doesn’t even care about them at this point, he’s just like we need to get you home and into the shower IMMEDIATELY,,,

Sakusa looking at the Tiktok later: what do you mean it only went viral because I’m shirtless

You, looking at his Amazon purchases: why did you order so many gardening knee pads

Him: I know how to treat a girl right sweetie

Akaashi Keiji

Listen, this man is so freaky on the DL,, you’re like there’s no way you can’t get a reaction out of him

So you decide to surprise your boyfriend during lunch at his internship for a top publishing company

You are so proud of him and you make him so happy:((( please

Because of this, you decide to not post the Tiktok in case it jeopardizes his career!!

He’s so excited to see you, he’s grinning and softly holding your hand to lead you back to his secret lunch spot

You: Keiji why are we in a bathroom stall

Him: bold of you to assume I have friends here

You’re like, okay not what I was expecting but I can still make this work

It’s like one of those super fancy bathrooms with a lounge area and table, so you both sit down there

Keiji goes to lock the door so it isn’t awkward if someone comes in to take a piss and you’re just stuffing your face with dick food

You made/bought his favorites and he’s so thankful to not be alone for once during his lunch break I am crying

He’s sitting next to you, eating his favorite licorice candy with his arm slung around your waist

You think it’s the perfect time to do the prank, so you start putting your plan into action

You drop your napkin onto the floor as he’s telling you about how whack his supervisor is, and you bend down to pick it up

He doesn’t really think anything of it, letting go of your waist so you can grab it, expecting you to come back to your previous position

You don’t LOL

On the ground you hold onto Keiji’s knee he do be manspreading in front of you

You hear him gulp, and then you go to tie your hair, up, looking up at him through your lashes

You: sorry I dropped my napkin 😊 let me grab that really quick

You’re not really sure how things progressed so fast, but the next thing you know he’s leaning forward, his hand is gripping your cheeks and he’s sternly staring at you,,, oh so he’s HOT hot

“Don’t tease me like that right now sweetheart”

Let me move my bangs because,,,

He brings your mouth to his, you can taste the licorice that he had been previously eating

The kiss is kind of ROUGH,, like a warning , and then he pulls away going back to his normal self, popping another licorice into his mouth

.. speechless..

You: why do you ruin my fun

Him: I will not hesitate to dick you down right here

You: you have such a way with words ❤️

Him: anyways,,, let me explain to you why I suspect my supervisor is a cancer

The video ends up being too sexual to post but are you complaining ??

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definitelyseven · 3 years

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against the rules | two

summary: they say your greek family is as close as your real one, that’s why falling for your big bro, Mark Tuan was against all the rules

one | two |

You scanned the dining hall for familiar faces before choosing a seat. You instantly saw your big bro.

“Oo fries,” you said, picking a fry off Mark’s plate before sitting down next to him.

“Hey, that’s mine!” he complained, jokingly. You giggled.

“Delicious,” you said taking another fry.

“Should I pick you up before the party?” he asked. You shook your head. Every year each sorority and fraternity hosts their own grand party. Everyone puts on their fancy dresses and tux, partying through the night. Mark would’ve taken Suzy if she wasn’t in Europe. So this year, you’ll go with him instead.

“I’ll meet you at your house and you can help me pick out which dress you like more,” you tell him.

“Man do I wish your big sis was here,” he teased. You rolled your eyes at him before getting up.

“See you later. I have class.”

You quickly dug around in your bag for your keys. You were running late and you promised Mark you would meet him at his house before the party.

“Y/N!” you hear a familiar voice call. You looked up from your bag and see the one person you never wanted to see again.

“What are you doing here?” you asked bitterly. You walked past him and towards your door.

“Are you done being mad?” he said, following you.

“What? Mad? I’m done wasting my energy on you.”

“Come on baby. We were made for each other,” he tried to convince. You rolled your eyes at him as you opened the door to your house.

“Goodbye Lucas,” you tell him, shutting the door behind you. He stops it with his foot. “I don’t have time for this!”

“I bet you’ll change your mind after seeing this,” he said, shoving his phone in your face. You stared at his phone, shocked at what you were looking at.

“When did you take these?” you shouted at him before snatching the phone out of his hand. You scrolled through his photo album which was filled with pictures and videos of you - naked pictures and videos of you. Your heart dropped to your stomach. You felt sick.

“I told you,” he smirked. You quickly tried to delete it but he was quicker than you. “Don’t even think about it. It’s saved to the cloud.”

“When did you take these? I’m unconscious in most of these,” you choked with tears in your eyes. “I don’t remember this... You raped me!” you shouted as the video of him taking your clothes off played.

“Shh...don’t say that baby. We both know you wanted it,” he smirked, reaching for your cheek. You instantly pulled away.

You rolled your eyes at him as tears fell from your eyes. “I’m calling the cops,” you warned him.

He chuckled, “You’re going to call the men that work for my father.” You almost forgot. His father was the chief of police.

“You won’t be able to cover this,” you sniffled.

“I’ll upload this online and everyone will see what a dirty whore you are - begging to be fucked.”

“You wouldn’t...” you glared at him.

“Try me,” Lucas threatened. You kept quiet because you knew him. He would. He will upload this and share it with the world. “See who’s got more to lose.”

“W-what do you want?” you sobbed.

“I want you back - that’s all I want,” his tone softening.

“Why? You’re the one that cheated on me. You don’t want me,” you cried.

“That was just a moment of weakness. I love you! I only want you,” he tried to convince. You shake your head, not wanting to have anything to do with him. “I don’t think you have a choice. Be with me or everyone will know what a whore you are,” he threatened again. “Oh and don’t think about telling anyone about this, especially your big bro. If anyone knows, this is going online,” he warned before walking away.

You didn’t have time for this. You promised Mark you would be at his house and you were already late. You quickly grabbed your things and rushed to his house.

“I was starting to worry,” Mark said as soon as he opened the door. “Are you okay?” he asked, worried.

“Yeah I’m fine,” you smiled weakly. “Are the boys here? I need help picking out a dress.”

You got out of your clothes and put on the tiny black dress that was short enough to reveal your legs, low enough to show your cleavage. You walked downstairs and whistled for the boys attention. They all looked towards your direction.

“Damn Y/N,” the boys whistled, making you giggle.

“Mark, when did your little sis get so hot?” you hear Jackson whisper to Mark. Your eyes met Mark’s - his eyes turned dark while he swiped his tongue over his teeth. You feel your cheeks grow hot as the both of you continued to stare at each other.

“What do you think?” you asked the boys standing in front of you.

“Can you be my date instead?” Yugyeom teased making you laugh.

“Mark?” you tried calling for his attention. He kept his head low, sipping on his drink. “Big bro?” you called again.

“You put him in a daze, Y/N. He’s lost it,” Jackson teased. Mark rolled his eyes and makes his way towards you.

“Go upstairs,” his voice low, slightly demanding. You looked at him confused but listened to him. “They were all undressing you with their eyes.”

“So it’s a no for the dress?” you asked, picking up the second dress.

“It’s a no,” he sternly said. “Try the other one,” he demanded.

The second dress was classier - a white sparkly gown with a small train and a slit on the side. “How’s this one?” Mark smiles at you in approval. “Zip me up,” you asked him, stepping in front of his mirror. You felt his hand on the back of your dress. His fingers brushes across your lower back, sending tingles all over your body. You took a deep breath in. He feels you tense up and gives your shoulder a small squeeze.

“You okay?” he asked again before wrapping his arm around your waist. He stands beside you, staring at the mirror. “You seem upset about something.”

“I’m fine,” you assured him. You couldn’t let him know what Lucas did. Knowing Mark, he would kill him. He gives your waist a small squeeze before kissing your temple.

“Let’s go.”

You tried not to think about it but you couldn’t. You mind kept wandering to the videos on his phone - the ones where you were unconscious. You felt sick to your stomach - dirty and in need for a shower. Mark grabs a hold of your hand, getting your attention. You gave him a weak smile before downing the drink in front of you. For the rest of the night, you kept downing drink after drink. This was the only thing that could make you forget.

“You’re wasted. You can’t even stand.”

“I’m sorry,” you said in almost a whimper. He lifts you off your feet and carries you upstairs to his room. There was usually an after party at one of the bro’s house but you were too wasted to go. You felt bad for Mark cause he had to take care of you. “I’m sorry,” you repeated before Mark drops you on the bed.

“You don’t have to apologize. Just tell me what’s going on,” he asked for the third time that night.

You shake your head. “Nothing’s wrong,” you managed to get out. “Can I please shower?” you whined. No matter how drunk you were, it didn’t wash away the dirty feeling. Mark helps you to your feet and turns you around to unzip your dress.

You stood under the water quietly, feeling the water burn your skin. You shut your eyes and let out a deep sigh. What did you do to deserve this? You never hurt anyone so why you? You cried out loud but instantly covering your mouth to hide the noise. Be with Lucas or risk the world seeing your naked body; risk the world knowing what kind of whore you were. What would your parents think? What would Mark think?

“Y/N!” you hear Mark call. “You’ve been in there for awhile.”

You quickly turned the shower off, grabbing a random towel on the shelf. “Can I get a shirt?” you asked softly.

“Tell me what’s going on,” he demanded. You kept quiet as you searched for a shirt in his drawer. “Look at you! Your skin is bright red!”

“I’m fine,” you brushed off. You pulled his shirt over your head before dropping the towel. You crawled into his bed, not wanting to speak anymore.

“Your hair is wet, get up!” he demanded, dragging you out of bed. He makes you sit up, facing away from him as he plugs in the blow dryer. He runs his fingers through your wet, massaging your scalp. You kept your eyes shut, holding in your tears. “I know you well enough to know that something is wrong.”

“Nothing is wrong,” you whimpered with your eyes still closed, still trying to hold your tears in.

“Y/N...” he calls softly. You let out a loud sigh before turning around to face him. You buried your face into his stomach and began sobbing. You couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Hey...” he cooed while patting your head. “Don’t cry.”

“I really don’t want to talk about it,” you whimpered into his stomach.

“Okay, okay...” he comforted, rubbing your back.

“Can you hold me?” you practically begged as you sobbed into his shirt. Mark crawls into bed with you, automatically wrapping his arms around your small frame. You buried your face into his chest, still crying. He holds you tighter as your sobs grew louder.

“I’m here...” he whispers into your ear. “I’m here.” Mark gently lays his forehead on yours. “Shh baby,” he whispers again, trying to calm you down. You pulled away from him slightly to look up at him. He gives you a small smile before wiping your tears away with the back of his hand. “What’s wrong, princess?” he asked softly with his forehead still on yours. You shake your head softly. You couldn’t let him know. He could never know. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to but I’m here. I’ll always be here.”

a little note from jennie: imagine mark holding and comforting you while you cry cause that’s what his new video got me feeling. i just want one god damn week of 2021 where i’m not crying about got7. don’t get me wrong though, i’m happy for them. i’m crying because i miss seeing them together already and i hate not knowing when the next comeback is. does anyone feel the same? please tell me i’m not the only one feeling this way...

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midnightswithdearkatytspb · 3 years

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Pairing: MusicProducer!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Rating/Warning(s): PG-13; Alcohol Consumption, Fluff

Word Count: 2,037

Synopsis: Reader gets asked what is the most romantic thing she could dream of Bucky doing for them, Bucky pulls out all the stops with the help of their friends.

Info: This goes out to @imerdwarf who inspired this little work. One of my all time favorite songs and videos growing up was Take On Me by a-ha. I knew this had to be written. Thank you @jacobs-pup for some help! The dividers are provided by @firefly-graphics. Sorry this was written on my phone, and posted from my phone I cannot add not read more. (Laptop is broken.) I hope you enjoy this!

*Моя Маленькая звезда — My Little Star (according to google translation)*

Y/H/C = Your Hair Color

Taylor Swift's voice blared through the flat as the final coat of Berry Naughty was drying on Y/N’s fingers. Looking down at them, she was oblivious to Darcy, Wanda and Natasha talking with their eyes and sitting down at the coffee table around her, staring at her. Y/N was the topic of their non-existent conversation and Natasha, clearly getting annoyed, rolled her eyes, got her phone out, setting it on the table and finally catching the other girl’s attention.

“Моя Маленькая звезда, now that we have your attention, we have a few questions for you.” Natasha smirked as she set down four shot glasses, starting to fill them with premium vodka. Y/N felt a chill run down her spine, both trying to recall anything she had done since the last girls night and whether she had anything to do tomorrow. When the vodka came out, the wills and ability to do anything the next day were impossible.

“Way to scare her. Is it not yours and Bucky’s four year anniversary on Friday?” Darcy made grabby hands for the first shot as she looked at Y/N, one eyebrow up with a smile on her face. Y/N laughed as she took her shot from Natasha, clinking with Wanda. She was worried for no reason. She quickly downed the shot and the burn was felt all the way down to her stomach.

“Yeah, four years, holy shit, can you guys believe it? It feels like just yesterday we were at the cafe, studying for finals, and he passed me that note asking me to be his girlfriend,” she sighed dreamily, leaning her head on the palm of her hand with a smile.

She had kept that very note in every wallet she’d owned so those days when things got hard, when they fought, or when she just needed a smile, it was there. That note was a reminder of Bucky’s love for her.

“He’s always been a sap, no?” Wanda started to pour more vodka into the shot glasses, lifting hers and clinking with Darcy as Natasha shook her no.

“My brother did not become a sap till he fell for Y/N, before that he was more of a laid and ditch 'em type.” Both Darcy and Y/N found their jaws dropping to the floor, before Natasha shrugged and motioned for them to take their shots. Y/N tapped her glass on the top of the table and leaned back, the burn hitting fast once again.

“Anyway. Y/N, what is something so romantic you wish would happen to you? Like, something that you’ve always dreamed about, but would never dare bring up to Bucky because you think he would laugh at you or just brush you off?” Wanda passed out mini cans of Ocean Spray cranberry juice along with candy bars, while maintaining eye contact with Y/H/C.

Biting her lip, a habit of her which she had been trying really hard to break, she sat there, thinking, trying to decide if she would admit her main desire or lie. Natasha could tell a lie from a mile away and Wanda had always been able to read her, so there was no use in lying.

“Okay, so you know I have a thing for 80’s music? Well I’ve always wanted to have Bucky pick up his acoustic guitar and sing Take On Me by a-ha, nothing could be more romantic than that. Extra points if he wears that leather jacket his mom got him for Christmas, because that just does things for me.” Y/N started to pour shots of vodka as blood rushed to her cheeks and her body heated up from all the attention on her. She was so focused on pouring shots she didn’t notice Natasha fiddling with her phone.

“Interesting, now do you think we should have something to eat? I’m thinking we should order a little bit of something from all our favorite places and have a smorgasbord.” Clinking her shot glass with Y/N’s, Natasha pulled it to her lips, knocking it back in one go. The girls didn’t ask her to elaborate, and it was like that girls night was back to being a girls night, gossiping, talking about TV shows and complaining about work.

*6 Day’s Later Bucky P.O.V.*

Bucky stepped back and looked around the living room, the stringed lights Darcy had provided from her and Steve’s wedding hung from the ceiling, providing mood lighting. Candles that Natasha had found were burning all throughout the apartment, reminding him of that day when he had asked Y/N out. Sitting on the back of the couch was the leather jacket his mother gave him for Christmas, waiting to be put on till last minute.

His palms were clammy from nerves. He needed things to go perfect, because the past four years he had with Y/N had been the best four years of his life. She loved him, supported his dreams of wanting to be a writer and music producer, encouraged him when times were hard, looked at him with adoration, and she never gave up on him. He loved Y/N so much, it ached the days they were apart when she was working in DC for Senator Potts as her personal assistant, but, when she came home, he felt whole. She made the days worth it, she made love worth it.

“Bucky, Darcy said she just dropped Y/N off.” Steve, Bucky’s best friend handed him his leather jacket, along with his acoustic guitar that Y/N had gifted him for this past birthday. She has gotten it signed by the music legend Bruce Springsteen, when he had done a charity show thrown by Senator Potts and her husband Tony. Needless to say he cherished this acoustic guitar greatly and showed it off to anyone who stopped by the apartment for the first time.

Steve took a seat at the piano that sat under the TV, leaving room for his best friend to sit beside him. Bucky strapped the acoustic to his body as he pulled the guitar pick from his jean pocket before he sat down, he let out a long breath. Never before was he so thankful for the elevator being broken in the apartment building than he was in that moment.

Bumping shoulders with his best friend, Steve pressed a few keys on the piano getting his attention. “You got this, don’t sweat it.” Bucky just nodded his head before moving his neck side to side, cracking it, making Natasha who stood in the corner of the room with her camera chuckle. Bucky out of reflex, showed his middle finger to his adopted sister, she stopped when they heard keys go into the lock of the door and the key chains rattle.

*Y/N’s P.O.V*

Y/N pulled her key out and threw it in her open purse as she grabbed her suitcase from the hallway, it had been a really long 3 days in D.C. helping Senator Potts with her speech, of the announcement for the run for president. Pushing the front door open, she called out to Bucky but soon noticed the lights were out, minus beautiful sets of string lights hanging from the ceiling. Immediately soft acoustic guitar was playing as she hung her purse up making her turn around in a rush, where she found Bucky sitting at the piano bench beside Steve, whose back was to her.

“Talking away. I don't know what I'm to say. I'll say it anyway. Today's another day to find you. Shyin' away. I'll be coming for your love, OK? And… Take on me. Take me on. I'll be gone. In a day or two.” Y/N gasped immediately as she realized what Bucky was doing as she walked her way into the middle of the room.

“So needless to say. I'm odds and ends. But that's me, I'm stumbling away. Slowly learning that life is OK, and. Say after me. It's no better to be safe than sorry.” As Bucky serenaded Y/N, tears slowly started to weld up in her eyes.

“And… Take on me. Take me on. I'll be gone. In a day or two.” As Steve took over playing his piano solo, Bucky stole a quick peck on the lips from Y/N before quickly sitting back down at the piano bench.

“And oh, things that you say. Is it life or just to play my worries away? You're all the things. I've got to remember. You're shyin' away. I'll be coming for you anyway. Take on me. Take me on. I'll be gone. In a day or two. I'll be gone. In a day or two. In a day or two.” Ending the song with a smile on his face, Bucky looked Y/N in the eyes, who was looking straight back at him with adoration and a matching smile. Taking his acoustic guitar off, Bucky placed it behind as Y/N walked into his arms placing a kiss in his neck, breathing thank you to him.

When they eventually pulled apart Bucky wiped her tears, smiling at her as he got down on one knee. Y/N eyes starting to grow big, her hands again going over her jaw as she kept saying no over and over again.

“Bucky, are you kidding? This isn’t funny.” His hands reached up to grab Y/N’s from her face a dopey smile on his face the same one he gave her every morning they woke up beside each other, the same one he gave her when she made him a fresh cup of coffee, the same smile he gave her when she said I love you to him.

“Darling, it’s been four of the best years of my life, and I would like to think not just mine but ours. You make getting out of the bed in the morning not a chore, eating vegetables, worth it because I’ll live longer just to spend more time with you. You support my love for music and my career when some of my family had their doubts. It’s been an honor to watch you grow into one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever met. So courageous, hard working, loving and charitable. I would be one lucky guy to get to spend the rest of my time with you, so I guess what I’m trying to get to is.” Bucky leaned on his left knee as he reached into the right front pocket of his jeans to pull out a ring box opening it up to show a beautiful sterling silver garnet ring.

“Y/N Y/L/N would you do the honor of spending the rest of our lives at my side whether it’s here in Brooklyn or Georgetown, I can’t picture it without you.” Y/N pulled Bucky up by the collar of the leather jacket she loved so much and kissed him on the lips. Natasha and Steve whooped at the couple making Bucky chuckle as they continued to kiss, tears of joy streaming from Y/N’s eyes. Bucky slipped the ring onto her ring finger as they pulled apart smiles on their faces.

“I would be honored to become Y/N Barnes. Who told you?” Y/N looked down at her ring then back at Bucky who motioned hand to his sister who stood to the far corner of the room holding the camera filming the engagement for their families. Natasha waved as Y/N laughed recalling the Saturday night where the girls had questioned her.

“You are right, the voice memo app really does come in handy.” Y/N laughed when she realized that Natasha had recorded the questioning and must have sent it to her boyfriend, now fiancé, to help plan this. Thanking her soon to be sister-in-law, Y/N turned to Steve and hugged him and thanked him for making her romantic dreams come to life.

Bucky pulled her back towards him and hugged her close to his body kissing the side of her face, “I love you, and I can’t wait to spend forever with you.”

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angelkurenai · 4 years

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Imagine being part of the Black Widow movie with a character who is Bucky’s wife in the comics. Only you and Sebastian have a crush on each other so your costars try to set you up.

“Natasha, my sister. What brings you home?” Yelena only tilted her head when Nat rounded the corner with her gun raised. She frowned when she saw the blonde was only smiling at her, no gun of her own raised. And that was even more suspicious, or even scary and dangerous, than her having one pointed at her.

“We've unfi-” she started, the words having been on her mind from the very beginning and ready to be spoken after thinking about them too much. She stopped herself though, frowning deeply “Wait a second. Aren't you... going to fight back?” she put a smirk on her lips “Where's my welcome back party?”

“Oh there will be one. There will be.” the smile on Yelena's lips was even more worrying as the seconds ticked by, especially when Natasha watched her grab a chair and slowly move it to the side before taking a seat on it. And when she crossed her arms over her chest, leaning back casually, it all clicked in her mind.

Natasha's eyes widened and a breath left her lips as she muttered “Well, fuck.”

She barely had time to let it all register before she swirled around and was met with very certainly a kick in the face. It wasn't strong only because the attacker was holding back but it managed to do the job of disorienting her, making her grasp on her gun loosen up. An arm quickly appeared, ready to take it from her but she quickly grasped it, pulling back only for the attacker to swing with to knocked on her hand while an elbow met her face. Taking advantage of the hand with a gun close to her, and after just having lost hers, she took hold of the arm and twisting forced it to drop it. Both parties jumped after the fallen guns, with a roll and twist, soon on their feet to face each other and point the swapped guns at each other.

Only two seconds of silence before “S'up sis.” you said with a wide smile that made Natasha laugh and shake her head a bit.

Glancing at Yelena from the corner of her eyes to notice the blonde had taken and poped a beer open, watching the show with interest. She looked back at you, gun still pointed and smiled even more “Figures you'd be here. Since she didn't even attempt to make a move.”

“I'd rather watch the show, thank you very much.” Yelena shrugged “It's been a long time. Oh and while we're on that-” she raised a finger “Twenty bucks on Red. Sorry, Natasha.”

“Only twenty? Come on, you drink like there's no tomorrow. How is Nat gonna buy for drinks later? That won't be enough. Unless Natasha has more on her?” you complained, looking at Yelena who pouted.

“But I only have twenty with me?” she raised the money in her hand, looking a bit more though her pockets but unable to find anything else.

“Fine.” you huffed “But you two keep it down on those damn drinks. I, as the winner, won't.”

“You two are literally the worst.” Natasha tried to say a bit more seriously but she only scoffed a laugh “Already so sure you'll win this, (Y/c/n)?”

“When have I not? Wait-” your shoulders relaxed a bit “Yelena, have I ever?”

“Absolutely not. I've kept count.” the blonde shook her head “And I doubt this will be an exception.”

“Thanks for the vote of faith you guys.” Natasha muttered with a roll of her eyes.

“Hey, I'm technically your opponent right here. Don't expect my vote of faith. Especially after so long. I'm kinda looking forward to see what new tricks those Avengers taught you.” you smirked, the both of you circling around each other. All Yelena did was lean forward in her seat to watch you both.

“It's been a long while. I'm pretty sure you've got a couple new ones yourself. Speaking of which-” her smiled turned into more of a teasing one and you prepared yourself for the worst “What has the great Red Widow been up to lately? Still saving, what was it, ah Red Sparrows from their fate?”

“Hardly. The new ones seem even less willing to be saved. I'm keeping my tabs on them but, you see, the world is a big place for only a handful of heroes. Never enough of them. Even more, ones willing to use all means necessary. You know how that is. So-” you shrugged “I've expanded my horizons.”

“Ah one would wonder why that is.” her smirk only grew, especially as she shared a look with Yelena, and you cursed at both yourself for your not careful words and your sisters “I suppose, there aren't any more Winter Soldiers to save from HYDRA anymore, are there? Oh it feels just like it was yesterday. There is that one in particular-”

“Alright-” you huffed, giving her and Yelena who was trying to stifle her laugh a glare “Is that how you're planning on winning this? That's a low move, Romanoff. And you- you stop laughing. That's not fair play.”

“Oh you've hit a spot there, Natasha. I might even have to reconsider my bet.” Yelena smirked and you shot her another glare.

“I mean, I kinda remember you always fell for the ones with the blue eyes, didn't you (Y/c/n)?” she insisted of course and you hated yourself for how easily you let it affect you, not that you really had any control over it “I've got a location, in case you're still interested.”

“Oh she is. I assure you of that. I've got enough proof.” Yelena smirked, taking a sip of her beer casually.

Natasha chuckled. You glared as hard as you could at her though you knew, you could practically feel it, that the heat had started traveling up your face “I hate you both so much right now. One more word and I give up on this.”

“Then, maybe, I shouldn't mention how he's asked me several times about you ever since he found out I knew you? Oh the questions he had and the times he brought you up.” the smirk clearly didn't leave her lips and you didn't even try to keep yourself from rolling your eyes.

“I'm never telling either of you a single thing again.” you sighed.

“Wow! What a scene!” the video cuts to Scarlett who is holding the phone – his phone Sebastian notes and he hardly can keep himself from wincing, preparing himself to do that later because nothing good could come out of this. And given how the woman uploaded the video in his own account and it has been up there for a good few hours now – because, let's hide his phone away that would be great too is what she must have thought of – there is no taking it back because far too many people have seen it. Now it's his turn. And, once more, given how he's aware of how well his friends know about his crush on you, based on all the endles teasing, he is prepared for the video to be the most embarrassing one of those moments.

“Red Widow, finally in the MCU, who's excited about that? I know I am! It's going to be amazing on the big screen, especially with such a wonderful actress as (Y/n)! I can't believe how I had managed to keep it a secret for so long. I know everyone is excited, I've been getting texts and calls from friends all these days, though the one that really has been more thrilled than anyone has kept quiet about it. As some would say. What I would say is-” he smirk was full of mischief “Has kept shy about it. Because trust me, if there is one reason I'm making this video for, it's Sebastian Stan. So this goes to Marvel... and possibly (Y/n) who is not sadly away these days filming but I have no doubt will see this.”

Oh no. Oh no. Goodness, he hoped not. He didn't dare take a look at the comments but he feared, after the countless notifications, that with all the attention this was getting you'd see it one way or another.

“And since I know you follow him and will be attentively watching everything he posts, I expect comments down below or like, definitely, a dm. You two either start texting each other or else I'm gonna smack you in the head because there is only so much mutual pining I can take.” she let out a small breath before grinning even more widely.

Mutual... what? Sebastian blinked twice or three or four times. He didn't know. He'd have to watch the video again and listen to that part just to make sure it was not his own wishful thinking. And definitely ask Scarlett about it. However, he had to watch the entire thing first to see for himself just how bad it was.

“Oh and don't think you're off the hook, Sebastian. This video is also about you, if not mainly about you. I'm doing you a favor, buddy, you'll thank me for this later. After, like, you dare come out of your house when you're done dying of embarrassment.”

So, actually never, if it was all going as bad as he imagined.

“See, as I've made very obvious, he's a great fan of hers. We all are, let's not kid ourselves. However, when he doesn't let his vast admiration for that great talent and possibly small- who am I kidding, big crush on her, take his mind away he has these brilliant ideas that I can't help but agree to. And even if he might be a bit too shy to admit it out loud, I'll go ahead and say this: Hey Marvel, give Bucky Barnes his wife in the MCU...” well, maybe not as bad as he feared. The crushing part had been mentioned more than plenty of times by the rest of his friends.

“Because Sebastian would totally love to share a kiss or two with (Y/n). And we want to see the most badass couple of the Marvel comics on the big screen too.”

Well, no, it was even worse apparently.

“As would her, but that's not the point here. I've been trying to figure out a way to get two idiots together and with all this distance and work, this is the best I could think of. Well-” Scarlett shrugged and it was then he noticed the laughing behind the camera “Chris Evans' really, but if it works, hey fine by me! He said something about being subtle but I ain't got enough patience for that anymore. So, there's that. Hopefully, Marvel and Kevin will listen, even more hopefully (Y/n) you'll see this and then even more hopefully as if by a miracle I won't have to listen to you two talk about each other, non-stop, ever again!”

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linyi-is-dreaming · 3 years

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The Drop Of A Tear - 13

BTS V x Y/N (Reader)

Summary: Tae meets a woman who is very manipulative. Before he even notices anything, she got him around her finger. He decides to leave his wife Y/N and his four kids to start a new life with the new woman. This perfect house of cards that he had just started to build, starts to unfold as she starts to show her true face. Piece by piece it makes him feel sick. Tae notices his wrong doing as his house of cards starts to fall apart. Regret and hate towards himself makes him wish to turn things around. Will he be able to safe his house of cards and to get back what he once threw away?

CHAPTER 13

“Do we really have to do that, mom?”, Y/N’s oldest son asks as he thinks about the words her mother just said. The disappointment is clear to see on the kids’ faces as soon as their mother finished talking.

“You do not have to.”, Y/N tries to explain.

“I do not want to go either. Why do we have to spend a day with dad?”, her older daughter asks again as she hugs her little sister.

“Princess, your sister wants to see her father and I thought-”, Y/N tries to explain one more time as her daughter suddenly turns her head towards her mother.

“No, does anybody care what I want? Honestly, mom. I have been patient and I am sorry that I am getting so loud but I do not think you heard me!” Shocked by her daughter’s loud voice, she puts her elbows on her knees and puts her hand on her daughter’s hand.

“I am sorry if you feel this way, but you can tell me how you feel and I explain it to you.”

“If sis wants to go, she can go. But why do I have to do that too?”

“Your father asked and-”

“Of course. Why is it so important to do what he wants?”

“Princess, listen before you get angry.”, Y/N says calmly. “Your father asked and I thought the right thing is to ask you if you want to go. You do not have to, but I need to explain it to your father if you do not want to go. This is why I want to talk to you, okay? I guess, you do not want to go because you still hate him?”

“Yes.”, the girl answers as she crosses her arms as she leans against the couch.

“I do not want to go either.”, her son explains. “I rather spend my day with somebody else.”

“Are you sure you do not want to go to the fun park? I thought you wanted to test the new roller coaster?”, his mother asks curiously.

“Not when dad is there too.” Y/N sighs as she nods her head.

“Okay. I will call your father now.”, she explains as she takes her phone from the coffee table in front of them.

“Can you put him on loud speaker?”, her younger daughter questions. Y/N nods with a smile as she dials his number.

“Hello?”, Tae says as he picks up the phone.

“Daddy!”, the younger girl cheers.

“Uh, the lovely voice of my daughter. I miss you and your siblings. How are you guys?”

“I am doing good. Mom told us that you want to take us to the fun park.”

“Yes, that would be later on today.”

“When later?”

“Well, it is almost 11am. Did your mother start cooking or do you want to eat in a restaurant?”

“It is me, Y/N. I did not cook anything yet, but is it really clever to have a big meal before you go into the fun park?”, Y/N asks as she pays attention to the other kids. “They will feel sick if they have heavy food before they go on rides.”

“We could also get a hotdog first and after all the fun, we can go out to eat in a restaurant.”, Tae explains slowly.

“Uhm, there is just one thing. The older two kids do not feel well and they would rather stay at home.”

“Am I on loudspeaker right now? Can they hear me?”

“Yes.”

“Kids, why do you not want to spend a day with me?”, Tae asks calmly as the kids look at each other before they look at their mother. Absolute silence fills the room as the kids do not want to speak up.

“Tae, they do not feel so well. Maybe it is better if they do not go.”

“Why are they not telling me themselves? Kids, I would like to hear it from you. Why do you feel unwell? Did you eat something bad? Do you need medicine? What is going on?”

“I am back!”, Jungkook announces loudly as he walks into the living room.

“Was that Jungkook?”, Tae wonders. Jungkook face immediately changes as he notices the phone in Y/N’s hand. “Hello? Somebody still there?” It took not a second for Jungkook to understand who the voice is. Silently, he walks into the kitchen.

“Uh, yes. Yes, we are still here.”

“Fine, I will come over in an hour to pick you up.”

“Kids, is that okay for you if dad comes in an hour?” As she repeats the sentence, she notices the problem. “Uh, no.” The worried eyes of her daughter meet hers as she looks in her direction.

“No?”

“Uh, I am an idiot. We are currently at a friend’s house. We would come straight from there. I see you at the fun park as soon as we get there.”

“It sounded like Jungkook. Are you at his place right now?”

“No, we are at someone else’s place but he came in that is right.”

“Okay. Let me know thirty minutes before you arrive. I only need thirty minutes to get there.”

“Will do.”

“Kids, I would be so happy to see you all four of my beautiful kids.”

“Okay, dad.”, the younger girl confirms.

“Bye!”

“Bye daddy!”

“Dad is a, you know what and you are so kind to him? What is wrong with you!”, the older girls scolds the other girl.

“But daddy did not do anything bad to us.”

“You are so stupid!” The way she said it and the words she had chosen makes Jungkook turn around quickly. “Have you forgotten what we went through in school when everything came out?”

“Do not call your sister stupid.”, her mother scolds.

“Is everyone against me today?”

“No, sweetheart. I know you have a hard day today and it does not seem to get easier today but I cannot leave you here.”

“Jungkook is here. I will not be alone.”

“Yes, but your uncle needs sometimes some time by himself in his own appartement too.”

“Fine.”

“Alright, let’s get ready then.”, Y/N says as she gets up.

“What was the phone call about?”, Jungkook wonders. “The kids do not look happy.”

“Tae promised to take the kids to the fun park and he wants to do that spontaneously today. The older ones do not want to go but I think it is good for them to get out a little every now and then.”

“Can uncle Jungkook come with us?”, her son questions. “It would be fun if he would join us.”

“I already told you that it is only about you kids.” Just as she finishes her sentence, she can hear her toddler cry. “I got to check on him. Please, get ready, okay?” Jungkook nods at Y/N as she turns to him. The boy waits until Y/N is out of sight before he turns to Jungkook again.

“Can’t you come with us?”

“I am sorry, but your dad will not want me to be there.”

“Why not? You are still friends after all.” Those words make Jungkook sigh as he touches the back of his neck before he walks closer to them.

“Your father wants to spend time with you, not with me. If it is really that boring, we can play video games as soon as you are back, okay? Deal?”

“Deal.”, the boy says as he gets up to get himself ready.

“So, princess and our lovely one. You do not want to go either?”

“I want to, but she does not want to.”, the younger one explains as she points at her sister.

“May you get ready and I talk with your sister for a moment?”

“Okay.”, she says as she jumps off the couch to run into her bedroom.

“Princess, you do not have to talk with him, just be there.”

“But I do not even want to be there!” The way she pronounces the words, sound as she would be cursing.

“I know but it stresses your mother to think what she should do with you when you are the only one who is not going.”

“I hate him... Why do I have to go?”

“I understand you and your mother understand you too. But sometimes we have to do things in life we do not like to do.”

“Are you still friends with my dad?”

“Momentarily, I do not think so.”, he sighs. “Would you do the favor for your mom and get ready to meet your father?”

“Fine, but if it turns out bad?”

“I allow you to curse at me for five minutes.”

“I do not want to curse at you.”

“Well, then we go into the studio and scream it out. How about that?”

“Okay.”, she says as she hugs him.

“Aww, I even get a hug.” She places her left hand on Jungkook’s shoulder as she places her finger from the other hand over her mouth. “I will not tell anyone your secret.”, she whispers.

“Which secret?”, he whispers back.

“That you like our mom more than just a friend.” With those words, she leaves him alone in the living room without him having a chance to correct her. He might not like the idea of them spending the day with Tae, but there is nothing that he could do about it.

💧💧💧

“Wow, that fun park is huge.”, her son says joyfully. “He is still sleeping by the way.”, he explains as he touches the toddler’s cheek.

“Do not wake him up!”, the oldest child scolds as she gets out of the car to open the door on the backseat. “Come out quietly, you need to help me to get buggy while mom is getting him out of the seat.” Whilst Y/N takes the toddler out of his seat, they can hear a familiar voice from the distance calling the kids’ names.

“Daddy!”, the younger girl screams as she runs into his arms. “I missed you daddy.”

“I missed you too, my lovely girl.”, he says as he places a kiss on top of her head as he hugs her tightly. “Uh, there are the other ones.” As he holds his hands up to hug another child, his arms stay empty as the older ones push the buggy towards their mother. “Kids, maybe you do not see but I am waiting for your hugs...”

“We have seen you.”, the older girl says. “We just don’t care.”

“I get no hugs from you either?” The older boy sighs but walks towards Tae to hug him for a second. “Thank you. Princess, may I get a one-second-hug from you too?”

“No.”, she answers.

“Okay, I will not tell you that you have to. Hello Y/N.”, he greets her as he walks closer to her.

“Hello Tae.”

“Hello. How is my little bear doing? You must be eating well since you growing so well.”, he says as he pets the toddler’s head. Tae tries to tickle him but the boy keeps looking at him as he would be looking at a stranger. “He still does not recognize me, doesn’t he?”

“It seems like it.” Disappointed, Tae leans down to the toddler one more time. The words of Jungkook starts ringing in his ear. Tae keeps looking at the little boy as he tries to hide his sadness of the missing bond between him and his youngest child. The pain knowing that he does not recognize him as his father and knowing at the same time, that his child is seeing someone else as his father hurts him badly.

"So, I guess we walk towards the hotdogs first.”, Y/N says loudly as she claps into her hands. As Tae tries to grab the buggy, the younger daughter grabs his hand.

“Daddy, will you take a roller coaster ride with me?”

“Sure.” As Y/N pushes the buggy, her older daughter starts to walk next to her. The older boy walks on the other side of her.

“I hope this is over soon.”, her daughter whispers to her.

“Me too. Me too, sweetheart.”, the mother sighs as they follow Tae and her daughter.

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It felt like forever to the kids within the nice restaurant which was just a few minutes away from the fun park. It is a lovely family restaurant with an inside playground. It was clear from the beginning that they would not keep seated for long after finishing their plates to play at the playground. The playground was thankfully in a spot from where their parents were able to watch them perfectly. Tae’s body language showed that he is trying to say something but as he did not do so in the end. In the corner of her eyes, she could see his hand movement which shows his nervous state.

“I heard you got a new job.”, Tae suddenly says with his eyes still fixed on the kids.

“Yeah, that is right. Who told you?”, Y/N answers carefully.

“I just got my ears everywhere.”

“I barely told anybody...”, she lies. Nobody except of her kids and Jungkook know about it.

“I did not know, I only guessed.”

“I guess you got it right though.”

“Is it a well-paid job?”, he asks carefully.

“It pays the bills.”

“But is it enough for you to provide for you and the kids?”

“It is enough.”

“Good, let me know if you ever need anything, okay?” His eyes turn slowly towards her and meet her eyes immediately.

“We got everything we need.”

“Listen, I will try to plan more of the father-kids-days. It is just harder if you do not live close to me nor with me. Is there a possibility for you to move closer or do you want me to move closer?”

“I think it is fine, just the way it is.”

“If you say so.”, Tae says as he licks his lips. “So, what is your new address then?” Surprised by his question Y/N freezes for a moment. She can see on Tae’s face that she already confirmed by her facial expression that he is right.

“What new address?” Y/N tries her best to lie, but as she never was a good liar, he notices quickly that she is not being honest.

“You moved. So, what is the address from where I can pick up my kids for school or get home after school?”

“You are not driving them to nor do you pick them up from school.”

“So, you are confirming that you moved by ignoring my question.”

“I am not.”

“I am not here to fight with you. All I am trying to do is to know if you we can make it possible for me to spend more times with them.”

“All of the sudden you want to? They are not toys, Tae. Those are our kids that feel emotions. Three out of four do not even want to be here. Does the number not say enough?”

“Which is why I thought I could maybe slowly come closer with them again. I understand, it will not be the same but, at least I have my kids back.”

“You want to take them away from me again? Is that another attempt?”

“No, I am trying to plan to be more involved with their lives. I thought it might be nice to make those drives for them.” Her guts keep telling her that those words are lies whilst a little part in her heart hopes for the good in his words.

“I think they got this. I am driving them daily.”

“Does it not cross your working time?”

“Do not worry about my job. I am doing fine.”

“Why did you accept the help from Jungkook to find a job when I already talked with the agency that they can give you a secretary job?”

“I declined that. I do not want to work at your agency.”

“Fine. But if you need a day off to search for another job or a day off from the stress of taking care of all four, let me know. I will take time off to do so.”

“Suddenly?”

“Y/N, god damn. I miss them.”

“Instead of having this conversation, you could be over there playing with your kids.”

“But I want us to be okay too.”

“If you sign the paper my lawyer wrote, we can try on that afterwards.”

“You truly want a divorce?”

“I never wanted to. You just do not give me another chance. The last months were speaking for themselves. We are done. I only try to co-parent with you, that is it.”

“At least it is something...”, Tae says disappointed as he walks towards his kids to play with them.

💧💧💧

Once every kid was asleep Y/N drops onto the couch as she watches Jungkook cook in the kitchen. “You are making yourself dinner?”

“Well, I actually made Spaghetti because the kids like it and I did not think they would pull through a full afternoon with Tae. But it seems at it was successful.”, Jungkook explains as he prepares two plates of Spaghetti to bring it to the living room.

“Wow, the smell is amazing. Does it taste as it smells?”

“Try it.”

“Okay.”, Y/N says as she takes the fork from Jungkook. “Yes, that is very good. Just like my kids like them.”

“Do you want to know a secret?”

“Secret?” Jungkook nods at her question. “Okay, what is the secret?”

“The secret is, that Princess taught me how to make this Spaghetti.”

“She did?”

“Yeah, she is a good teacher.”

“Seems to be the case.”, she confirms as she takes another bite from her food.

“So, how was it?”

“It went well, until he told me that he knows I got a job and that I moved.” Shocked, Jungkook placed the fork on his plate.

“He knows what?”

“Yeah, he knows that you helped me to get a job and that I do not live at my old address.”

“Did you tell him the truth?”, Jungkook asks worriedly.

“Are you crazy? No, I would not.”

“Okay.”

“But I have a secret too.”

“Which secret?”

“I know it does not cover half of the costs, but at least it could help me financially. If you still want me to clean up, I will do it to cover the rest of the costs.”

“Y/N, you do not have to do that if-”

“No, listen.”, she interrupts him. “It is just a half time job. I will start next month and I will be able to drive the kids home and to school plus I even find time to cook.”, she explains joyfully.

“That is awesome. Congratulations.”

“Thank you. They even told me if I handled the divorce and everything has settled and if I want to, I can go even work full time.”

“That is amazing!”

“Yes, right?”

“Lucky you found the job.”

“I had a little help.”

“Help?”

“Yeah, Jimin’s wife told me about the job.”

“Wait, are you colleagues then?”

“Exactly! We can pick up each other kids and meet at work and after.”

“I am happy for you.”

“It feels good to know that I am not just a tick on someone else’s purse.”

“You are not a tick.”

“Feels like it though. I feel like I am sucking the money of you like a tick sucks blood...”

“No, you are too beautiful for a tick.” Just as the words fall off Jungkook’s lips, he freezes before he takes a huge bite from his food.

“I am beautiful?”

“Uhm, yeah. Yes, you are.”

“Even after four kids, you would still call me beautiful?”

“Why are you saying it like it is something weird?”, he wonders before he clears his throat.

“I did not hear it in a long time. Thank you, Jungkook.”, she says as gives him a hug.

“Where are you going?”, he wonders as he watches her walking away with her plate.

“Putting away the dirty dish.”

“Show me, you cannot have finished already.”

“No, I did.”, she confesses as she shows him the empty plate.

“So fast? You were not eating in a long time like that.”

“Well, this is not just Spaghetti my kids love. That is the Spaghetti my mother used to make for me.”

“Wait, I have a family recipe of yours?”

“Yep.”, she says. “I would like to freshen myself up before the kids wake up from their nap.”

“Sure.”, Jungkook answers. As Y/N is out of sight, he looks down at his plate. “Princess, this little rat. Could not even tell me that it is a family recipe...”, he says to himself jokingly as he enjoys his food.

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shorkbrian · 3 years

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💖💘my heart’s dizzy and I my dose of serotonin whenever I read your prose🤟🏽😩 was wondering if you could do reader with an erratic future-vision!quirk so when they first meet yandere!Hawks they’re suddenly plagued by erotic, sensual, 365days-level of disturbing visions of them, so reader actively avoids them (it’s like those Tik Tok future-seeing videos playing to “Play Date”)

Prelude - Hawks isn’t a famous pro-hero in this, but he still has his quirk. It’s not really mentioned a bunch tho lol. This is rlly long, but I decided not to put it into two parts because the smut is so slight lol. Hope this meets your expectations anon, thank you for reading!

Pairing - Keigo Takami X Reader

Warnings - NSFW mentions, dubcon, noncon. No out-and-out explicit smut, just a really long story. Hawks is manipulative and gets what he wants

Music - https://open.spotify.com/track/5ukAQcKEIJuzIbP55xp07x?si=iz6I-RoDSdCNYhT2Du8etg

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He was a friend of a friend, someone you had only met once or twice.

Your friend kept bringing him to hangouts, he kept showing up on her instagram feed, getting mentioned in her twitterbio, and eventually it came out that they had started dating. It didn’t catch anyone by surprise.

What did catch you by surprise, was how infatuated with him your friend was.

“He’s just sooooo hot, isn’t he?” She squealed, shoving her phone in your face to show off a shirtless pic he had just sent her.

You nodded in agreement, quickly appraising the pic before turning your head. Yeah, her boyfriend was attractive, but you weren’t one to ruin relationships. Plus, you and Keigo had never really talked past the brief “Hey” and “Wassup?” said in greeting when introduced the first time.

“Can he come to the mall with us on Friday? I promise there will be no third wheeling.” Your friend begged, clasping her hands together. You thought about it for a second - this had been a fun shopping trip the two of you had planned a few weeks ago, meant as a girls date on a day the mall wouldn’t be crowded. But would it really hurt anything if her boyfriend came along? Probably not.

“Yeah, I don’t mind.” You shrugged, watching your friends face erupt into a wide grin. “But don’t ditch me to go makeout in a bathroom or something, got it?”

“Sir yes sir!” Your friend faux saluted, before patting you on the shoulder. “Thanks girlie!”

You jerked back, head suddenly swarming with visions, your quirk activating. Your quirk was helpful in some ways, but you mainly tried not to use it - headaches resulted, and you hated getting glimpses of the future. Sometimes they’d be good, but they were often bad - you had gotten a screenshot glimpse of your brothers death, his face marred and bleeding out onto the pavement.

It still made you sick to think about it.

Touch wasn’t something you could always avoid, but you tried, seeing as how it activated your quirk, giving you visions of your future with whomever you touched, or whoever touched you.

You saw your friends face, eyes puffy with tears, shouting something. Then another scene flashed, your friend on TV, talking to a reporter.

Thankfully, the visions ended, this episode relatively quick due to how short of a time she touched you.

“Oh shit, I forgot, I’m so sorry.” She rushed to apologize, holding her hands up and backing away from you.

“It’s-it’s fine.” You wheezed, waving your hand in the air to signal that it wasn’t a big deal. The vision just probably meant the two of you would get into a fight soon, which wasn’t uncommon. It was fine, you were fine.

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The mall wasn’t too crowded, which made the day pleasant. Your friend was talking to her boyfriend, hand tangled with his as the three of you walked in.

“So (Y/N), what do you think about that new Victoria’s Secret launch?” Your friend bumped you with her hip, drawing your attention as she pulled you into the conversation between her and her boyfriend.

“Oh, um… what?” To be fair, you had zoned out when the couple started being gross and mushy, which was like, the second your friend met Keigo at the door.

The blonde man laughed. “Victoria’s Secret just launched a new line of lingerie, have any thoughts about it?”

Turning red, you smiled sheepishly. “Ah, well…. From what I’ve seen of their stuff it’s… nice? So I’m sure it’s good.”

Your friend mock-gasped, almost slapping you on the arm before quickly remembering your quirk, drawing her hand back. You gave a quick nod of thanks.

“(Y/N)! Don’t tell me you didn’t even know about it?! I practically live, eat, and sleep Victoria’s Secret, it’s impossible to miss their product drops when you’re one of my friends.”

Unsure how to respond, you floundered, opening and closing your mouth like a lost fish.

“Babe, leave her be, she’s probably just shy.” Keigo stepped in, giving his girlfriend a chuckle as he steered you both towards a shop.

“Fineeee.” Your friend whined, turning to focus on the task ahead. “They have a VS shop here though, you’re not getting out of here without going in with me!”

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The VS store was huge, smelling sweetly of flowers, bright colors assaulting your vision, soft pop music filling your ears.

It was hard not to cringe at all the fancy lingerie, you were honestly a bit embarrassed to be strolling through the store with your friend, let alone her boyfriend by her side.

“Does-does Keigo mind?” You quietly asked your friend, out of earshot of her boyfriend, who was looking at perfumes, last time you checked.

“Not at all birdie, I’m used to clothes, any form, any shape.”

You whirled around, squeaking in surprise at Keigo, who had apparently finished with browsing the perfume. He was flashing you a 1000 watt grin, continuing with what he was saying. “I’m a model, practically every girl I’ve ever met I’ve seen in less than full underwear, it’s no big deal.”

“Oh…. Cool.” You offered, cheeks turning red again. You felt like such a blushing schoolgirl, turning red when faced with looking at bras and panties, flushing when a man got too close.

It was the nature of the store, you told yourself, that was making you so embarrassed.

“Oo! What do you think of this one?” Your friend was holding up a babydoll, pink, with light fabric and zero coverage.

Keigo wolf whistled. “Man, that’d be a good look for you. Lets buy it.” The couple moved on, pointing at different clothes, your friend occasionally picking one from the rack to hold up against her body, looking for Keigo’s opinion.

They were cute together, laughing over the cheesy names on the tags of the lingerie, holding hands as the browsed, your friend occasionally stopping to plant a kiss on her boyfriend’s cheek.

“I think that’s everything that I like…. (Y/N), your turn!” Pulled out of your casual observance, you back pedaled. “Me? No, I’m not really the type to wear this kind of stuff - I don’t even think most of it would fit, I have weird proportions.“

“Nonsense!” Keigo looked around for a moment, going to the nearest rack to quickly sift through bras, before pulling one out. “This one would make all the boys drool over you honey.”

He held it out towards you, shaking it slightly when you hesitated to take it. Was your friend okay with him talking to you like that, pushing underwear at you to buy? A quick glance sideways showed she was more than okay with it, clasping her hands excitedly as she watched you.

The bra was sheer, soft lavender fabric forming the cups, an intricate embroidered detail of flowers dotted haphazardly over the bra. It was pretty, but you weren’t exactly partial to it. When would you wear it? Who would you wear it for? You weren’t sure it was your style. Plus, it probably wasn’t even your size.

“My arm’s gettin’ real tired.” Keigo joked, before you finally took the garment from him. Checking the size, you paused for a second, blinking towards the man.

“How did you-?”

“You spend enough time in the fashion industry, you learn to tell a girl’s size just by looking at her.” He seemed to puff up, as if he was proud of his bra-sizing skills.

“Let me help her pick out some things too!” Your friend cried, rushing past you to head over to the next rack, ushering you to follow with a wave of her hand.

You ended up with an armful of lingerie - bras, panties, an odd bustier or two, and some other flowy items, like a sheer robe and a lacy chemise. The choices weren’t exactly made by you, more so made by a combination of your friend and Keigo together. They had alternated holding up items towards your body, comparing color and garment cuts, lost in their own mushy-gushy world, and it was almost like you didn’t exist for a few moments, nothing more than a barbie doll to dress up.

But now the three of you stood in line to checkout, and you felt included again, your friend cracking jokes that were making you snort, Keigo watching the two of you interact.

Until your friend accidentally brushed against your arm as she shifted forward in line.

Again, you saw her tearful face, heard her sobbing, before the other scene flashed, of her on TV, talking to the reporter. She still looked upset, eyes rimmed red, nose running, hair a mess.

With a gasp, your vision returned to the present, and you were wobbling on your feet, almost falling.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry (Y/N), I’m so so sorry. Here, let me take that, go sit down by the entrance.” She fussed over you, face concerned as she carefully took the stack of clothes from your arms, making sure to not make contact.

“Oh fuck, is she alright?” You heard Keigo ask, your friend stepping in front of you as he moved forward to check on you.

“Yeah, she’s just feeling a little dizzy. Can you make sure she doesn’t fall and crack her head open? Just wait by the entrance please.”

“Okay. Oh, here-“ You were a bit dazed, but you saw Keigo fish his wallet out of his pocket, thrusting the entire thing into his girlfriends hands before patting her on the shoulder “Whichever card is fine.”

And then you were stumbling towards the entrance, towards the bench right outside.

You hated seeing the future. Why was your friend crying? What had happened to elicit such a reaction? The unknowns killed you, kept you up at night as you tried to puzzle out the events that could lead up to the scenes from your visions.

Not looking where you were going, you tripped on air, unable to catch yourself as you plummeted towards the ground.

But then you were seeing Keigo.

He was above you, face flushed and sweaty, hair tousled, his chest bare. The room was dark, barely lit, and he was so close. The man leaned down to kiss you, then the scene changed.

You were bent over a table, only able to see the solid wood your face was smushed against. There was a heat in your belly, a tingling between your thighs, and pressure. Someone was talking - Keigo, muttering behind you angrily. You head was pulled up, a hand fisted in your hair, and then one of your knees was pushed up onto the table, and the pressure inside exploded into pure pleasure.

You felt yourself screaming, bucking your hips as you suffered through whatever the feeling was.

The scene changed again.

Hands tied above your head, you were pressed against a wall, sitting on some kind of…. Saddle? Your legs couldn’t touch the ground, and you squirmed, before gasping loudly.

There was a nub in the seat, ribbed and textured, slick with some kind of liquid… From you? Then you saw Keigo, standing in front of you, smirking at you with hardened eyes.

He had something in his hand, arms crossed over his chest while he fiddled with the object, muscles flexing. He was shirtless again, and-and his cock was hanging out of his sweatpants, pressed against his belly, smearing precum over his skin.

You tried to say something, anything - the visions never lasted this long, it was too intense, there was so much sensation. But your mouth wouldn’t move, choked up.

Keigo’s hand was on his length, rubbing slowly, saying something that didn’t reach your ears.

The scene changed.

Something was shoved down your throat, warm and twitching. You were sobbing, choking, clawing at whatever was in front of you. A dark laugh filled your ears, and you opened your eyes, met with the clenching abs of a strong stomach.

Keigo was brushing your tears, no, smudging them over your face. Were you wearing makeup? His cock was sitting in your throat, his hips moving in tiny jerks, stabbing your esophagus, making you gag.

Then you were back in the present.

A hand was holding your arm, keeping you from falling and making contact with the hard floor.

“-N)? (Y/N)? Are you okay? Talk to me birdie”

You made a panicked noise, pulling yourself out of Keigo’s grip so fast that you fell flat on the floor, scrambling backwards away from the man.

He almost looked scared, confused as he followed after you, holding out his hands. “(Y/N), you gotta calm down, you’re gonna make yourself sick.”

The man reached for your arm again and you pressed yourself against the floor, screeching out a loud “No!!” before he could touch you. Keigo paused, looking at his hand, then at you. “Hey, hey, I’m not gonna touch you. It’s okay little birdie, you’re alright.” He cooed, sinking to his knees in front of you.

You were hyperventilating, wide eyes trained on Keigo. Your thoughts were swirling in your head, you couldn’t focus, the sensations of the future still echoing through your body.

Keigo crouched there while you steadied your breathing, talking to you the entire time, trying to help you relax and calm down. You weren’t sure what he was saying, something about the weather? Or a dog? But you could feel your breathing evening out, head clearing.

“Hey, she fall?” You friend was carrying two bags, crouching down beside Keigo, cocking her head at you.

Her boyfriend nodded, turning to her and taking one of the bags. “I caught her, but then she freaked out and fell for real.”

Your friend nodded. “I should’ve told you earlier, she has a touch-based quirk. Every time someone touches her, she sees snippets of her future with that person.”

Keigo cocked his own head, gazing at you curiously. “I guess her future with me isn’t too positive then?”

Your friend shrugged. “Eh, she just hates seeing parts of the future. She doesn’t want to know what’s going to happen, makes her worry or something like that. Don’t take it too personally, she’s like that with everyone.”

“It-it-“ you rasped out, causing both sets of eyes to swivel towards you. “-I hate it... because-‘cause I can’t ever cha-change it.” You shivered.

Keigo nodded in understanding, before rising to his feet. “Think you can walk to my car? I’ll drive you two home, I think you’d benefit from some rest.”

He dropped you off at your apartment, and you wearily waved at the couple as they drove off, before heading inside.

----

A week passed, then two.

The visions you had concerning Keigo were plaguing your mind, filling your body with anxiety. There had been a distinctive feel of fear during each one, and despite all the other various sensations felt, the most overwhelming had been distress.

Whatever was going to happen, you weren’t going to like it.

You were holing up in your apartment, ignoring your roommates when they knocked on your door, only leaving your room to eat or grab water. You couldn’t sleep, too scared you’d have dreams, or more accurately, nightmares of what you had seen.

Curse your quirk.

Trying to pass time, desperate to keep your mind off of the future, you threw yourself into any activity you could find.

First you tried coloring - it was supposed to be relaxing, but it gave you too much time to think.

Then you tried gaming, spending hours in front of your computer mashing the keys. That worked for a bit, but your eyes and head soon protested.

You listened to music at full volume, tried several workout videos, even resorted to cleaning your space with fervent energy.

None of it took your mind off the inevitable.

“(Y/N), someone’s at the door asking for you.” You jerked awake, slumped over uncomfortably on the floor, the half finished card tower in front of you promptly knocked over at your erratic movements.

“(Y/N)?” Your roommate called again.

“Yeah! Coming, sorry.” You mumbled, scrubbing sleep from your eyes. You guess your body would give out sometime and force you to fall asleep, but as you moved to stand, you sorely wished your body had chosen a more comfortable place to pass out.

Opening the front door, you immediately took a cautious step back, sleepy demeanor vanishing.

Keigo smiled at you, one hand in the pocket of his jeans, the other holding a bouquet of flowers.

Flowers?

“Hey birdie, mind if I come in?”

You stared at him for a second, immediately on guard. Why did he have flowers? Why did he want to come in? Wasn’t he dating your friend? She didn’t live here, what was he doing here?

The man cleared his throat, raising an eyebrow at you. You moved to the side, holding open the door for Keigo to come inside.

Your roommates were home. If anything happened, they would be within earshot.

Keigo shot you a smile and a thanks, before immediately moving into the small living room, taking a seat on the couch. When he saw you still hovering by the open door, he patted the cushion beside him.

“Come sit, I promise I don’t bite.” He thought for a moment, before grinning. “Well, not unless you want me to.”

Hesitantly, you shut the front door, going to sit in a ratty armchair further away from the winged man. If this bothered him, the man didn’t let it show other than a short pause before he spoke.

“So, I know it probably seems like, super weird for me to show up at your apartment, but hear me out.”

Flowers were shoved in your lap, Keigo taking great care to avoid touching you. “I felt bad about the other day, and my girl and I decided that we should get you some flowers. She picked ‘em out, it even says so on the note.” The man laughed, running a hand through his hair.

“She’s so uptight about this kinda stuff. Anyways, just wanted to say that I’m sorry for grabbing you like that. If I had known, I would’ve let you fall flat on your ass. But I know now, so I’ll be better, cool with you?”

Finishing his little speech, Keigo held out his hands, wings stretching behind him to mimic the gesture.

Looking at the flowers in your lap, you felt your hands shaking. Picking up the little note attached to the bouquet, you found that your friend had indeed picked out the flowers, which made sense. They were your favorites, and in a nice color too. Keigo had left a messy, scrawled “Sorry!” in one corner, before signing by his girlfriends name.

“Um, thank you Keigo, you didn’t have to apologize.” You murmured, rubbing one of the flower petals between your fingers. You were so glad your quirk extended solely to humans - if you were shown glimpses of the future of everything you touched, you would most likely go mad.

“Nah, I wanted to. Also wanted to swing by, check how you’re doing. You been taking care of yourself?” He relaxed on the couch, legs spread, arms resting behind his head. This wasn’t his home, yet you totally could believe that it was by the ease with which he owned the space with his presence.

“Oh, well… I’m still here, so…” You shrugged.

Keigo frowned. “That’s not a fun answer. How much sleep you been gettin’ each night? Eight hours?”

You shook your head, huffing out a breath in place of a laugh.

Keigo clicked his tongue. “No sleep? That’s bad for you y’know. Have you at least been drinking water? Eatin’?”

You nodded quickly, looking up to meet the man’s gaze. “I’m not a kid. I appreciate your concern, but it’s not necessary.”

At this point, you think the best thing for your health would be for the man to leave.

The blonde man stared at you for a moment, before sighing. “Alright, I get it. But I don’t want to hear that you’ve passed out or something, got it? Your friend would kill me.”

He rose to his feet, and so did you, walking him to the door. “Thanks Keigo, and thank you again for the flowers. That was very sweet of you both.”

Keigo beamed, giving a two fingered salute. “You deserve it birdie. Well, have a good rest of your day, yeah? Eat something.”

You smiled, at Keigo as he turned away, beginning to whistle as he strolled down the hall.

Once the door was shut, you found a vase for the flowers, filling it with water and setting it on the table. Your roommates would think it was pretty, and it was, a nice little centerpiece.

That really was nice of your friend and Keigo to offer you flowers.

——

“Welcome to Gold Nile Jewelers, how can I-“ You blinked at the man entering the shop. “-Keigo.”

“Birdie? You work here?” He looked just as confused as you felt, cocking his head to the side as he approached the counter.

You looked around the small display room, nodding your head. “Yep… You looking for anything specific today?”

“Ah, right!” He clasped his hands together, bending over to lean on the display counter as he looked up at you. “So professional (Y/N), it’s just me.” The man chuckled.

“Actually, I thought I’d get my girl a cute little bracelet or something like that, you think she’d like that?”

Knowing your friend, she’d be ecstactic. “Oh, absolutely. Any particular occasion, or just an “I love you gift”?” You asked, already running through the list of bracelets in stock.

“It’s our two month anniversary in another week, thought I’d get her a little sumn’ sumn’, y’know?”

Gold Nile Jewelers was an expensive store. You patted yourself on the back for not dropping your jaw when he said “two month anniversary”. People came here for wedding rings and special occasion jewelry, not monthly anniversaries like some high schoolers.

Well, unless they were rich.

You showed Keigo the selection of bracelets currently available, the man listening quietly to your product descriptions and recommendations, asking questions about the fit and feel, and if you think your friend would like a particular one.

“Honestly Keigo, I could choose one I think she’d like, but it’d be more special if you chose for her.” You finally told him. He wasn’t annoying you, but you felt frustrated with his apparent lack of knowledge about his girlfriend. How did he not know what her favorite color was? “I’d suggest coming back in a few days. Go home, see what kind of jewelry she wears, pay attention to the colors she gravitates towards, if she’s allergic to any metals.”

Keigo tapped his chin. “Hmm, you have a good point. I guess I should pay more attention to those kinds of things.”

You nodded as you began to pack the expensive bracelets back into their display cases. “Gifts for a significant other can be hard. Honestly, it means a lot if they pick it out themselves and surprise you with it. Makes it special.”

“Oh, you have a partner?” Keigo asked, bright eyes watching your hands work.

A frown almost crossed your features, but you stopped it before it could show. “Ah, sorry, that’s not really a work-appropriate question.”

“Awh, c’mon! It’s just me, we’re friends, can’t you tell me?” Keigo pouted, batting his eyelashes at you in an exaggerated, dramatic fashion. The display made you laugh, so you indulged him. After all, he was a friend. No harm in telling him something he was bond to know sooner or later.

“I’m actually single right now. But as a jeweler sale associate, I know how much it means to a person when their partner picks out a gift for them, especially if it’s a surprise.”

Keigo nodded his head solemnly. “That makes sense. I better follow your advice then eh? Find out what she likes-“ he mused “-I can do that.”

“Good luck Keigo!” You called after him as he strolled through the door, waving when he smiled at you, giving that same, goofy two fingered salute that he always did when saying goodbye.

The man unnerved you, the visions you had experienced concerning him making you worry. But as long as he was dating your friend, you felt that you’d be fine.

-----

Keigo showed up again two days later.

“Back so soon?”

“You know me-“ He shook out his umbrella, placing it in the drip-bin by the door, wiping his shoes on the mat. “I always try to be speedy with my work.”

It was grey outside, drizzling slightly. You loved these kinds of days, where you could sit near a window and watch it rain while sipping tea. It was so peaceful and calm, and always soothed your stress.

“Find out anything useful?” Whatever he could tell you would make it easier to refine the jewelry selection for his particular needs.

“So, she doesn’t have any bracelets, and I asked her about why and she said they annoy her. She likes necklaces.” He clarified,. You could tell by the way he puffed up that he felt proud of his detective skills. “I even made a note of the lengths - she likes ones that dip low, which-“ He wolf whistled, and your stomach turned. But it was fine, just awkward.

“Alright, I think we have quite a few like that. Let me collect them for you and lay them out.”

Keigo strolled around the display room while you bustled about, looking in each case at the shiny metals and stones

You laid out the necklaces, calling Keigo over. The man smiled brightly at you as you showed him the selection, noticing he was gravitating towards the more simply, elegant choices.

“I’m sure she would be thrilled with any of these.” You offered, Keigo silent as he tried to decide between two necklaces.

Still, the man shook his head, quirking his lips. “I just…. I need to see them on, y’know?” Then he brightened, as if he had just thought of something. “Hey, can you try them on? Model one for me? Just to see what it’d look like.”

You laughed nervously. “Sorry Keigo, but I’m not allowed to do that, it’s against company policy. Only customers get to try on the jewelry, and that’s if they’re supervised.”

“Awh, c’mon! No one else is here, and I won’t tell.” The man leaned forward, shooting you a quick wink before he snatched up one of the necklaces, holding it out towards you. “Please? I just need to see it. I promise I’ll buy it.”

He was so insistent, and no matter how loud the alarm bells were wringing in your head, you felt cowed by his confidence.

“Um, still… I don’t think it’s allowed-“

“Fuck what’s allowed-“ He cut you off, snorting. “-I want to see what it looks like. It’s just me (Y/N), I’m not gonna snitch.”

A heavy sigh, and you finally agreed, taking the necklace from his nimble fingers. You slung it around your neck, not fastening the back as you held it in place. Hopefully that would be enough to sate Keigo’s curiosity.

His eyes immediately followed the curve of the necklace, how it dipped low towards your cleavage (curse you for wearing a lower-cut shirt today). You tried to ignore the leering.

“Here, let me help you fasten it, doesn’t look right otherwise.”

Before you could protest, he was sliding behind you, deft hands reaching for the necklace your had in your grasp.

“Keigo no-!”

But it was too late.

You were pressed up against a wall, face-first, your hands gathered into the small of your back and held there with a vice-like grip. There was pressure between your legs, something hammering into you, in and out, in and out, in and out.

Keigo was talking to you, you could tell it was the man by his voice. What was he saying? You were too overwhelmed with the sensation between your legs to focus on the words falling from his lips.

Sweat dripped from your temples, Keigo’s chest pressed up against your back was slick with perspiration, his nipples hard and pressing into your skin. It was an uncomfortable situation-

And then it changed.

You were tied up now, tight enough that you couldn’t move no matter how you thrashed. Knees bound in such a way so your ass was up in the air, arms stretched out in front of you, anchored to the headboard of the bed.

Keigo was behind you again - nothing to indicate that the tongue running through your core was his, but somehow, you knew.

You were begging and pleading, withing in your restraints against his tongue, but he wouldn’t let up, he wouldn’t let you crest the mountain that had built up inside. He kept chuckling, the vibrations running through you and making you buck your hips. You felt disgusting.

Then the bed was gone, and Keigo was in front of you. He was sitting in an office chair, your legs straddling his lap. Hands on your hips were dragging you back and forth, grinding you on the hard member protruding from Keigo’s lap. He was flushed, letting out little moans as he kept eye contact with you, smiling and praising you.

Then you were back.

Gasping, you shot away from Keigo, the expensive necklace clattering to the ground as it fell from your hands.

The man froze, confusion etched across his features as he watched you bend over, trying to catch your breath, to calm down, to ignore the lingering sensations from the futuristic visions.

“(Y/N)…”

“I think-I think you should leave.” You heaved, tears building. That had been awful, everything had felt good but you hadn’t. You felt uncomfortable and disrespected and stupid. That couldn’t be your future with Keigo, you wouldn’t be able to handle that. He was your friend’s boyfriend, for goodness sake!

Keigo opened his mouth to say something, but you snapped at him “Leave.”, making the man click his jaw shut.

He walked out the door, shooting you concerned glances the entire way.

You felt better as soon as he was gone, the door clicking shut after him. Thankfully, you were the only employee out front at the moment, and no other customers were present, so no one but you and Keigo had experienced your outburst.

Bending down to pick up the necklace, you inspected it carefully, horrified that you had dropped such an expensive item. It was alright though, so you brought it back to the others, shakily beginning to gather them up to put away.

You didn’t want to see Keigo again.

——-

“I just don’t understand!”

Your friend sobbed, surrounded by tissues on your bed, eyes red and blotchy. You wished you could rub her back, our give her a hug, but you knew what would happen. So you stayed on the floor, passing up tissues and offering wordless sympathy.

“Why would he break up with me? Why?”

You shrugged, looking for words. “I don’t know… I’m sorry that this happened, but if he can’t see how awesome you are, then he’s an idiot.”

She sniffed, blowing her nose. You could tell she wasn’t convinced, but she didn’t say anything further, instead choosing to wipe her eyes.

She had called an hour or so ago, tearful, asking if she could come over. Refused to tell you what was wrong, but the second you let her in, she had burst into tears, explaining everything.

Keigo had broken up with her via text, that asshole.

“I just…. I thought we were good. Did I do something wrong? I just don’t get it.”

“Neither do I. You said he just texted you out of the blue?”

She nodded her head, going to blow her nose again. “We were supposed to go out for dinner tomorrow, it’s our two month anniversary.”

You cringed. Did your encounter with Keigo in the jewelry store have something to do with this? Had you driven your friend’s boyfriend away? Had you weirded him out? Oh god, what if this was all your fault?

Your friend broke down into a sob again, slumping onto your bed. You passed her another tissue. “It’ll be okay. I think he’s a stupid fucker that just wanted to play with your heart. He isn’t worth shit. You deserve so much better than him.”

She nodded, blotchy eyes seeking out your own. In the back of your mind, you cringed, seeing the exact same scene from your vision. Well, at least the two of you hadn’t gotten in a fight.

——-

A few weeks later, Keigo was at your door.

“You need to leave. Now.”

“Aw, c’mon (Y/N), at least hear me out?”

You huffed, crossing your arms. Maybe he had a dumb explanation for why he had dumped your friend. You were wary of him accidentally touching you again though. “Fine, but make it quick.”

“No promises.” He grinned, breezing past you and into your apartment. He beelined for the chair you had sat in last time he was here, leaving you to take a seat on the couch.

“Alright-“ He settled in, fixing you with a gleeful eye. “How do you feel about your quirk?”

Caught off guard, you blinked. Wasn’t he going to explain why he had broken your friend’s heart? “Um, what?”

“Your quirk, y’know, the one that makes you see the future?” He leaned forward, rubbing his hands together with a smile. He seemed far too pleased, and it made you nervous.

“I hate it. If I could get rid of it, I would.” You stated, ready to move onto a different topic. But just as you were about to ask him about your friend, he rose to his feet, fishing in his pockets.

He drew out a bracelet, black and red, thin. “Well then, lookie what I have.” The man walked over, sitting down quickly on the couch next to you, causing you to immediately scoot to the end. You didn’t want him touching you.

“Oh, sorry.” He apologized upon noticing your unease. Instead of scooting closer, he simply tossed the bracelet onto your lap, leaning back as he watched you look at it curiously. “Put it on, see how it fits.”

“I don’t need jewelry Keigo, and I think we should be spending our time discussing why you bro-“

“Just put it on (Y/N), please? I promise you won’t regret it.”

Huffing, you did as he asked, clasping the bracelet around your wrist. It fit snug, almost too tight, but it hugged your wrist comfortingly. It was pretty, but you didn’t see what this had to do with your quirk, or with your friend, or anything that held any relevancy.

Bracelet now on, you fixed Keigo with a blank stare. “Happy?”

“I don’t know.” Keigo grinned. “Are you?” And then he was hugging you, arms wrapped around your shoulders, face buried in your neck.

You shrieked, already panicking as you tried to ready yourself for the onslaught of visions that accompanied physical touch.

They never came.

Choking back a surprised gasp, you drew back from his hug to find Keigo’s eyes, the man smiling down at you as he watched your reaction.

“Kei-Keigo…” You stuttered, shocked, surprised, euphoric, confused - so many emotions, all at once. You couldn’t even think to brush off the hands still around your shoulders, thumbs brushing at the tops of your exposed collarbones by the neck of your shirt.

You weren’t able to think rationally, couldn’t focus on anything but the awe you felt at being touched without being slammed with visions of the future.

You forgot about the terrifying visions you had gotten when Keigo touched you.

You forgot about how he had hurt your friend, broke her heart with no explanation.

You forgot about his hands refusing to leave your body.

“Keigo, this is…. Amazing” You breathed, wide eyes snapping up, catching his smiling face, eyes crinkly and twinkly.

“I had my team modify some quirk-cancelling cuffs! You seemed so upset whenever someone touched you, I couldn’t leave you with such a burden.”

Nodding, you returned your gaze to the bracelet, turning your wrist this way and that to look at the bracelet from different angles.

“I mean, I know how much I like being touched, and touching. I think I’d totally die if I couldn’t.” Keigo chuckled, but you weren’t listening.

The rest of his time sitting next to you on the couch was spent explaining the colors he had spent so long picking (“They’re my personal favorite, aren’t they nice?”) and why he had decided on a bracelet (“It could’ve been a necklace, but I think it looks better in it’s original cuff design, looks cooler that way.”).

By the time he had to leave, you were completely sidetracked, so distracted with your shiny new jewelry that you didn’t even remember to ask what his deal was with being a jerk to your friend, his now ex-girlfriend.

-----

“-and then he gave me the bracelet. I wasn’t thinking much after that, I just… I can hug you, isn’t that incredible?”

You gave your friend another squeeze, feeling a smile dance across your face. But then you sobered, pulling back from her with your hands on her shoulders, quickly becoming serious.

“But he’s really starting to kind of weird me out. Why won’t he explain why he broke up with you? He’s being a little bitch. I tried asking him a couple times, but he kept cutting me off, and I feel like the bracelet was a distraction to stop me from busting his chops about his behavior towards you.”

Your friend looked sad for a second, before shrugging. “I dunno, he just said things weren’t working out, and that while he liked me, he’s not ready for a relationship right now ‘cause of where he’s at in his life.”

“Psh-“ You scoffed, going in for another comforting squeeze for your friend. “-that’s code for “I’m a fuckboy and want to sleep around”.”

“I know….. But it still hurts.” You friend sighed, wrapping her arms around your neck. “But at least he gave you that quirk thing. I’ve never seen you so happy.”

“I just wish he was a mildly decent person.” You grumbled, detaching from the hug to sit back, glaring at the ceiling. “He gives me the fucking creeps.”

“How so?” You friend locked her head to the side, throwing her arm over the back of the couch. You had called her over the second Keigo had left, finally gathering your wits about you.

“I dunno…” You shrugged, not quite ready to tell her about the disturbing visions containing him. Did that have something to do with their breakup? Was it your fault? What was going to happen with Keigo? It honestly scared you, the residual feelings and sensations you could remember from the visions.

Your friend nodded understandingly. “Some people just give off those vibes. Well, at least we don’t ever have to see him again. Good riddance I say.”

You agreed.

——-

Knocking on the door, you shuffled your feet as you took in the house.

It was one of those rich places - nice neighborhood, fancy street filled with lavish houses, expensive cars. You felt slightly out of place, shifting from foot to foot in your clearance-rack clothes.

The door swung open, revealing a sleepy Keigo, shirtless, clad in nothing but sweatpants.

“Oh, um-“ You quickly turned, averting your eyes, trying to give the man privacy in case he hadn’t realized he was shirtless. It looked like he had just woken up from a nap, eyes blinking owlishly, hair mussed.

“Hey (Y/N), come on in.”

Still keeping your eyes turned away, you stepped inside the opulent house, trying not to gape too much at the decor inside. You didn’t want to look like a complete peasant in front of Keigo, but he’d already been to your house, so you could imagine that he knew of your poor-ness.

“Something wrong? You can look at me y’know, I’m not gonna turn you to stone or something.” Keigo joked, voice entirely too close for comfort.

Head whipping around, you found that he was too close, practically almost touching you as he stood beside you, head cocked as he watched you.

“No… nothings wrong, you’re just…” You gestured to his torso, and Keigo looked down in confusion, before looking back at you, a grin on his face.

“Ah, just woke up.” He shrugged, before reaching out to touch your arm. “Bracelet still keeping that quirk at bay?”

You nodding, following the blonde as he turned and walked further into his house, towards the kitchen.

“Glad to hear! I just wanted to look at it a bit, make sure nothing’s worn or torn, y’know? Hate for you to have to deal with the no-touching thing again.” He said over his shoulder, gesturing for you to sit down at the island, on one of the barstools.

You did so, watching the man open his fridge, take out a carton of milk, uncap it. “Is it too tight?”

“Nope.”

He drank right out of the bottle, and you watched some dribble out of the corner of his mouth, down his chin. The man finished gulping down the milk, taking the bottle away from his lips to swipe at the white trail of liquid rolling down his chin.

Eyes dark, he made contact with your own eyes as he cleaned his chin with a finger, stuffing it in his mouth to suck it clean.

That was gross.

The next second, he was back to normal, cheerfully putting the milk back into the fridge. “Good, good. Now, mind if I take a look at it? You should keep it on though.”

You nodded, and Keigo straightened, walking around the island to sit next to you, shuffling his stool closer.

He grabbed your wrist, laying it out on the island, before beginning to poke at the bracelet, running his fingers over it, fiddling with it, squeezing the tendons in your hand, smoothing his hand up your arm.

It felt a bit intrusive.

“So the visions are all blocked?”

“Yep.”

“And you can touch and be touched?”

“Yeah.”

“How’s your appetite? Sometimes complete quirk suppression can make you lose your appetite.”

“It’s been normal, I guess I’m a little hungrier than normal, but I’ve been getting out more too, not as afraid of crowds.”

“Nice! And how about your libido?”

You spluttered, choking on your own spit, snatching your hand away from Keigo’s wandering touches.

“Excuse me? That’s a bit personal, thanks.”

Keigo shrugged, bright eyes hooded and lazy. “It’s just a question.”

“Are you done making sure it’s all good? No broken parts?” You changed the subject, narrowing your eyes. You can’t believe your friend had ever dated him, that you had ever thought he was anything but a playboy.

You wouldn’t even be here, in his house, but he had come into the jewelers a while back (both you and your friend had blocked his number), spouting something about your bracelet needing constant checks and maintenance in order to keep suppressing your quirk. (“Wouldn’t want it to stop working, right? Just stop by sometimes, here’s my address.”).

So here you were.

Keigo leaned back a little, raising an eyebrow at your irritated tone of voice. “Woah there, don’t get snippy. I’m doing you a favor, right? I’m not trying to hurt you or something.”

Technically, you guess he was right. But he had played your friend, had fucked with her feelings. He was a fuckboy, liked messing with each and every girl he could find, and you didn’t care to be one of them.

“And I appreciate that Keigo. But I like to keep my private life private.”

Keigo was silent, simply holding out a hand for you to place your arm in, so he could fiddle more with the bracelet.

Several moments of awkward silence passed before he spoke again. “You’re being awfully ungrateful. It makes me think you don’t even want this little gift. If I were you, I’d be doing everything I could to show the person kind enough to do such a thing for me how thankful I was.”

Lost for words, you stared at the man. Was he expecting some sort of award? Some sort of prize? It’s not like you had anything to give him.

“I don’t have anything to give you in thanks. Just my words, which I’ve said plenty of. I didn’t ask you to make this for me.” You pointed out.

“Sure, but you use it, don’t you? You wouldn’t like it if I took it away, right? Think about how miserable your life was before I gave you this.”

Your life had been miserable. Afraid to go out in crowds, afraid to leave the house, Nervous about grocery shopping, about paying and having the cashier touch your hand as they handed over the change.

Scared of public transportation, of coffeeshops and bookstores, of public parks, even your own home. What if one of your roommates forgot and touched you? Or accidentally bumped into you?

Plus, you could hug now, and shake hands, and slap your friends back when she told a horrible joke, or tap her when you wanted her attention.

You didn’t want to go back to before. “I’m sorry Keigo… I really do think it’s lovely, and I can never thank you enough for doing this for me.”

Keigo let go of your arm, and it swung back to your side. You could feel the man looking at you.

“You know what would let me know that you mean it?”

God, it better not be something sexual.

“You could buy me coffee. Or maybe a cookie from that bakery on 1st Avenue, you know the one? With the little bunny pastries?”

That surprised you.

“You go there? That’s my favorite place.” You mused, looking at Keigo in surprise. He didn’t seem the kind of guy who’d like a place like that. But appearances could be deceiving.

“Of course! I really like their stuff.”

“Alright,” You conceded, rising to your feet. “I’ll get you some stuff from there. Want it today?”

Keigo rose to his feet as well, crossing his arms over his bare chest. “Yeah! Let me get dressed real quick, and then I’ll go with you. Don’t go anywhere birdie.” He shot you a wink, before sauntering past you, out of the kitchen. You raised a brow, surprised. He meant to go with you?

“Make yourself at home while you wait, don’t be afraid to kick up your feet!”

——-

The bakery smelled as lovely as usual.

A warm atmosphere, good food, friendly employees. It was your favorite place for a reason.

“Alright, what do you want?” You asked Keigo, the two of you staring up at the menu.

“Hmm, I don’t know. What are you going to get?”

“Probably a muffin, those are my favorite.”

“What!?! That’s my favorite too! How crazy.” Keigo smiled at you, dimples showing. You got the feeling that he was brown-nosing you, but you kept the thought to yourself, striding up to the counter to order.

Muffins purchased, you approached Keigo, who was lounging by one of the display cases, admiring the delicate, mouthwatering masterpieces held within.

“All good to go?” His smile was so charming, so friendly, you almost caught yourself wanting to see it more. Huffing in irritation at yourself, you pushed past him, shoving the bag with his muffin into his chest.

“Here’s your stuff. I’m going home now, see you around.”

“Wait!” Keigo turned, jogging a little to catch up as you exited the bakery. “We gotta eat these before they get cold - hey, birdie, are you listening to me?“

You weren’t, stoically keeping your head turned forward, walking with determination. There was only so much of Keigo that you could tolerate, and you had reached your limit. He was starting to really annoy you, didn’t he get that you wanted to go home? You’ll just eat your muffin on the subway, it’s not that hard.

“(Y/N)-“ His sudden growl was punctuated by an arm on your shoulder, spinning you around and pulling you towards the man.

“Hey-!” The sudden collision of your face with his chest knocked your breath away, almost causing you to drop your own muffin in the process.

When you managed to gather yourself, you shot a glare up at Keigo’s face, only to find the blonde smirking down at you, a fierce glint in his eyes.

“I expect you to listen when I’m talking, got it? I don’t like being ignored.”

That’s evident.

You tried to back away, but he still had a hand on your shoulder, squeezing you tight to him. “Keigo! Let me go, you stupid idiot-“

“Stop it, I’m not doing anything to you, ya big baby.” He cooed down at you, before taking his hand away, letting you stumble backwards.

He was just messing with you, teasing you. It was obvious, yet still you allowed him to be around you.

“Alright, I’m sorry, I know all the touching’s gotta be new still. Wanna go eat these in the park? I’ll buy you some ice cream if you want.”

“I don’t want ice cream, I want to go home.”

Keigo frowned, walking after you when you turned on your heel, heading for the subway. “Why do you dislike me so much? I’ve done so much to help you, and yet you spit in my face. Your parents ever teach you how to be grateful? Or even respectful?”

You gasped at his accusation, stopping in your tracks to whirl around, only to find the man far closer than what you had expected. Still, you tried to hide your surprise at his proximity, jabbing a finger in his direction.

“You are a playboy, you broke my friend’s heart, and you want to sleep with every single person you come across just to mess with their feelings. I don’t want to be around you. I won’t get dragged into that.”

The man watched you, face solemn and contemplative. “Is that really how you see me?”

“Why would I say any of that unless it was true?”

He ran a hand through his hair, looking up and around, as if gathering his bearings, before back down at you.

“Have you ever considered that I’m the one getting my heart broken?”

“Yeah right-“ You scoffed, only for Keigo to cut you off.

“People want to sleep with me because they think it’ll get them something that they want. Fifteen second fame, a piece in a tabloid about my “new lover”…. Think it’ll help them further their career, or that I’ll give them money. I can’t find anyone real.

“And my friend wasn’t real enough for you?” You spat, not believing him for a second.

“Nope. You think she liked me for who I am?”

“Uh, yeah? She gushed to me all the damn time about how good you were, how she felt about you. That girl held nothing but love and affection for you.”

The man snorted, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, sure, love for my wallet.”

“She’s not like that.” You argued, brows furrowing.

“Really? Cause she was sucking me dry, and not even in a sexy way.”

You crinkled your nose at what he was implying. Your friend wasn’t like that, she truly had felt for Keigo, had liked him as her boyfriend. She wasn’t just a leech.

“I’m done talking about my failed love life.” Keigo said lowly, nudging your shoulder. “I just thought two friends could hangout, but it seems like you think all I do is try and fuck people.”

“No, Kiego…. That’s not what I meant.” Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t, but right now…. You almost felt a twinge of sympathy for him.

Some of what he was saying made sense, how people would try and use him for various reasons. But that still didn’t explain his sudden and harsh breakup with your friend. And over text no less, a complete douche move!

But you felt bad about his words, about how he seemed to actually want to hangout, and yet you were accusing him of trying to sleep with you. But what about those visions you had had? Was that even how they went? Or were you remembering falsely based on your bias towards the man?

And what about his suggestive touches, his leering gaze? Was that maybe just how he always was, and it wasn’t exclusive to you? Were you inflating your place in his life, thinking that he wanted you?

It was confusing, and you didn’t want to think about it, try and untangle the lies from the truth. Right now, you just wanted to eat your muffin.

“If you really didn’t mean it, then can we go eat these in the park? I just want to chill with someone that isn’t trying to gain something from me. I want to spend time with someone that’s real.”

With a half-irritated sigh, you nodded, hoping you wouldn’t regret hanging out with the obnoxious man.

-----

He kept calling you, texting you. You’d had to unblock his number at some point, in order for him to text you about the bracelet and when he needed to look at it.

“Come overrrrr, I’m bored!”

“Birdie, are you hungry? The delivery place gave me extra Torikatsu and I don’t want it to go bad. Can I come drop it off?”

He’d swing by the jewelers, leaning over the counter to talk to you about a recent shoot he’d booked, or something he saw recently.

Keigo seemed to slowly insert himself into every facet of your live, against your will, ignoring every subtle, irritated attempt of yours to turn him away. Every single time you saw him, your mind would inevitably think of the visions, but you felt like you couldn’t trust yourself with those anymore.

The man assured you at every step, he had no romantic feelings for you, he just wanted a friend, someone to put him in his place, be honest with him.

You definitely were honest.

Snapping at him when he showed up at your apartment uninvited, coming up behind you on the street and grabbing your sides, laughing when you shrieked and tried to hit your attacker, only to realize it was Keigo.

Tearing into him when he tried to talk badly about your friend - she had been having less and less contact with you, and you couldn’t figure out why. Now your relationship with her was reduced to curt text messages. Maybe she was just going through a hard time, and wanted alone time? Still, you let her know you were there for her, whenever she needed.

You were honest when Keigo asked your opinion on food, TV shows, clothes, movies. It was almost satisfying saying something sucked, just to see Keigo’s face fall slightly, before he shook his head, whining.

“Then help me pick something out! I can’t do it without you-“

He totally could, he was just being a baby.

The more he inserted himself into your life, the more you realized that he was akin to a petulant child, just with muscles and a penchant for inappropriate touching.

Whenever he saw you, he’d try to draw you into a hug, letting his hands drop far down your back, way too low for you to feel comfortable. You’d slap them away, and Keigo would laugh, before ruffling your hair.

He’d have you come over so he could check your quirk suppressor, except he was in the middle of a show, and it was getting to the best part. (“Sit down, shhh, it’s just getting good!”) You’d have to sit through the entire thing, enduring Kiego’s hand lazily drawing shapes over your pants on your thigh, simply putting it back whenever you shoved it off.

He was insufferable, irritating to no end, but you could tell he was a lonely man, bitter about his love life and with his friendships.

So you tolerated his presence.

After all, he wasn’t trying to hurt you. That’s something he reiterated every single time you shied away from his touch. He made you feel like a fool for thinking the man was hitting on you, when he made it so clear that he wasn’t, only interested in friendship.

Until you fell asleep at his house.

Another one of those days were he needed to look at your quirk suppressor (which you were 99% sure was fine, it seemed like he just enjoyed seeing it on your wrist). He had been rummaging around in his room before he had to run and open the front door for you, talking as he walked back to return to his previous task.

Apparently he was trying to find a good shirt, seeing as how he had pants on, but his chest was bare. Keigo instructed you to sit on the bed for a second while he retreated into his massive closet, trying to find a good shirt to go with the rest of his outfit.

His bedroom was pretty large, a full California King taking up the majority of the space, neatly made. The sheets and blankets felt soft beneath your fingers as you sat on it’s edge, prepared to wait for Keigo for a bit.

The man always took his fashion very seriously - one time he’d even spent two hours trying on clothes until he’d decided on an appropriate outfit to go to the park.

So you followed your tired eyes, exhausted from work and dealing with Keigo, worrying about your friend, daily life stressors and the like. Keigo wouldn’t mind if you laid back, right? Your feet wouldn’t be on the bed, so it’d be fine.

And it was fine, pleasant, the room the perfect temperature.

You were roughly jerked out of sleep by pressure. Pressure on your hips, pressure on your lips.

Eyes jolting open, you tried to inhale, only to find yourself unsuccessful.

Keigo was on top of you.

Panicking, your hands came to push at him, a muffled sound of protest being squeaked out from where his lips pressed against yours.

Noticing you were awake, Keigo pulled back, smiling the whole while.

“I’m not willing to wait anymore, I just gotta have you.”

His eyes were glinting, hair tousled, still shirtless. You felt goosebumps arise as you remembered the vision you had so long ago, of this exact moment.

“Wai-mmph!” His lips were on yours again, passionate and warm, moving eagerly. A wet tongue pressed at the seam of your mouth, surprising you and making you blanch, which allowed the man access.

Kiego’s tongue explored the inside of your mouth, playfully tapping your own wet muscle, encouraging you to lift it and wrestle with him.

This was too weird, this wasn’t happening, you couldn’t do this-

Biting down hard, you snapped your teeth shut on his tongue, and Keigo yelped, drawing back immediately.

“Ouch, what the fuck!?! Chill out (Y/N), geez.” His hand was dabbing at his mouth, wincing when it came in contact with his bleeding tongue. You had bitten him deep, but you weren’t focused on that right now.

“What are-what are you doing?” Your voice was breathless, disoriented. The room felt…. Dark, and suffocating, as if it was closing in on the two of you, trapping you.

Keigo looked down at you, and it was only then that you realized you had been moved to lie on the bed fully, shoes off, legs splayed. The man rested on his stomach between them, his weight pressed against your body, keeping you still.

“I told you, I can’t wait anymore. I’ve been as nice as I can, but it’s time you started paying me back for everything I’ve done for you.”

What? Paying him back-was he talking about the quirk suppressor he had gifted you? Had he been lying about his true intentions this whole time?

“That’s not right, it was a gift, you-you don’t have to pay back a gift.” You spluttered, feeling as if your chest was collapsing.

Keigo shook his head, swooping down to leave a bloody kiss on your forehead, which you cringed at, before pulling back to speak.

“Nah, it wasn’t a gift. You know how expensive it was? You were always gonna have to compensate me. Now shush, I wanna feel you-“

One of his hands grabbed your jaw, keeping your face turned towards his, pressing down until tears formed in your eyes. His lips were bloody from the bite on his tongue, tasting unmistakably like iron.

You didn’t want this.

Trying to bite him again left you with a slap to your thigh, making you cry out. Keigo huffed out a laugh against your mouth.

He detached from your lips, just to start nibbling at your jawline, elating streaks of red where his lips touched.

“God, you are so sexy. I was trying to chill, but then I came out and you were sleepin’ all cute, and I couldn’t fucking stop myself from touching.”

“Stop doing this, I can pay you with something different. I don’t wanna do this Keigo.” You whispered, on the verge of crying.

“No, I get to decide what you’ll be doing for me, it’s my bracelet-“

“It’s not, you gave it to me, please stop-“

“Shut up.” He growled sinking his teeth into the side of your neck, nipping at the skin hard enough to have you screaming. “You’re so ungrateful, where’s my thanks? I’ve done so much for you.”

“Thank you, thank you Keigo, I appreciate it all-“ You hurried out, hoping it was what he wanted to hear “But I can’t do this, please don’t make me. I wanna go home.”

“There we go, I like the sound of you thanking me. You’re going to thank me for each and every time you cum tonight, got it?”

“No, no, we can’t do this, I can’t! Get off of me, please-“

“You’ll do it, or else I’ll whip you until your flesh hangs off of you in strings.” He hissed, squeezing your jaw cruelly.

The tears in your eyes overflowed as you fell silent.

“Aw, birdie, don’t cry. I’m not gonna hurt you, I never have, right?” He waited for a second, watching your face before he pressed harder, eyes hardening “Right?“

You nodded jerkily, and Keigo came to kiss your tears away, savoring their salty taste as they rolled down your cheeks.

“Keigo, this isn’t right though, please get off me. I don’t want this-“

“You want me to take this away?” A hand caught your shaking wrist, the one that had the quirk suppressor fastened snugly around it, wrenching it up so both of you could see it. “Huh? Put you back where you were in your miserable little life? Running away from everyone, holing up in your apartment, not willing to touch or be touched…”

The very thought made your insides churn, and a fresh round of tears rolled down your face as you shook your head no, lips wobbling as you whined. You felt so pathetic, so small and dumb underneath Keigo.

“That’s what I thought. You’re going to relax now, right? No more begging unless it’s for more.”

He didn’t wait for an answer, beginning to shuffle around until he could slide his hands under your shirt, pressing against your tummy as you flinched away.

“Don’t worry birdie, you’re gonna like every single thing we’re gonna do. You’ve had sex now, yeah? Since I gave you the bracelet?”

You shook your head “no”, it’s not like you were eager for sex before you got it, and all the touching-without-terrifying-visions thing was still new to you, the dating world was being eased into. Somehow though, every single date seemed to be crashed by the man on top of you.

Keigo lit up like a Christmas tree, licking his lips gleefully. “Okay, okay, I can-whew, that’s hot-I can be gentle.” It sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince you, his hands skirting up your ribs, shucking up your shirt as the traveled higher and higher.

“Keigo please-“

“Don’t you dare say stop, I’m not gonna. You’re the first person that doesn’t want anything from me, you’re real, and I’m not stopping.”

His admission made you cringe, recoiling from his touch. He followed you, palms finally smoothing over your breasts, over your bra.

“You’re going to do what I say, or else this-“ Your wrist was wrenched into view, red-and-black bracelet glittering. “-gets removed. And I’ll still do whatever the fuck I want, but you’ll be off in your mind having visions of who-knows-what while I have my way. Got it?”

Your blood chilled, body suddenly feeling ice cold. His tone was dead serious, spitting out the words with a sense of finality.

“So, just lay there and take it birdie, I’ll be good to you.”

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Title: F*** Your Contract {One-Shot}*

Henry Cavill x Famous Reader

Warning: Cursing, Angst, NSFW, Mild Smut,

Words: 3.1k

Summary: Reader is a successful actress in her own right and has been in a relationship with Henry for the last year. The relationship has been difficult to maintain because the two of you are always on opposite sides of the globe with little to no time to spare for the other. Henry makes a surprise visit out to the set of your sci-fi movie only to find you in a situation he did not expect.

***Loosely Edited/Proofread***

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“I miss you so bloody much.”

You leaned back on the couch you were sitting in and sighed as you rested your head on your hand that was braced on the back of the couch.

“I miss you too baby.” Henry groaned as he leaned back on the headboard of his bed. He looked amazing. Henry rubbed his chest and your eyes dropped to his very hairy chest. You loved it. your eyes ravaged him slowly. You didn’t even realize when your teeth sunk into your bottom lip.

“Don’t look at me like that love, please.”

You smiled and shook your head. “Can’t take it?”

Henry laughed loudly and you smiled at his full-on smile, the one that showed almost all of his teeth. You called it his dork smile. It was one of those smiles that looked like it should come with a snort. You loved it more than anything.

“I think you know the answer to that. It’s been what, two months?”

“Almost.”

He groaned and hit his head back on the headboard, sank down just a bit then bit his bottom lip. “Wanna go in the bedroom?” You snorted from the way he rose his eyebrows. It gave him the most delightful mischievous look. A look you knew he gave plenty of times as a boy.

“Why?”

“Well, I just thought you’d want to get more comfortable as you get more naked.”

Again, you laughed loudly and shook your head. “I don’t know what kind of woman you think I am, but I don’t just get named over FaceTime. There has to be a reason.”

Henry pouted and gave you the sad puppy dog eyes. You almost felt sorry for him—almost.

“I thought helping out your poor, lonely, affection, attention and love deprived boyfriend get through the next month or two of separation would be something you’d be open to.”

You gave a look as if you were thinking about it. “Hmm, okay, I mean it doesn’t sound like a bad job, but there is just one thing. If I go in that bedroom, get naked and comfortable for my poor, lonely, affection, attention and love deprived boyfriend; what’s in it for me?”

The camera slowly scanned his muscular bare chest down to his impressively defined abs. your jaw dropped as you gawked at his beauty. He was gorgeous, he knew it and you knew it. for a brief second the camera fell to his lap where you saw a noticeable bulge that made your mouth water. The next thing you saw was Henry’s face which was decorated with a smirk. He knew just what he did.

“Yep. Going to the bedroom now.”

You got up from the couch and made your way through your hotel room to the bedroom. Once inside you arranged the pillows at the foot of the bed and placed your iPad before them using them as a wall to angle the device. When you climbed in you adjusted it to ensure he had the perfect view.

“There you are beautiful.” His smile was the best thing you’d ever seen, and it reminded you how much you loved him.

The night was spent using FaceTime for just what it was meant for—human connection of the most intimate kind.

Two weeks later the two of you had barely had any time to make your planned FaceTime dates. His filming schedule picked up and yours went haywire. You missed him. The number of times the two of you missed each other with your attempts to talk was crazy, either you were asleep when he called or he was in the middle of a scene, or even the service connection was bad thanks to him being on location. You both were getting antsy to see the other.

“Is your head in the game Y/N?” You shook your head and looked at your costar Tyler whose smile was wide. He was a cutie.

“Hey Tyler, yeah. Is yours? The most intense scene of the movie.”

He shrugged then fanned you off. “Eh, not that intense for me, more so for you. I have the easy part.”

He was right. You looked around at the six crew members that would be the only assigned for the particular scene that was being filmed. You’d done a very good job of compartmentalizing things. It was a job and nudity wasn’t really a big deal for you. you shrugged.

“Eh, it’s just boobs.” Tyler laughed and nodded.

“You’re right, just boobs. No big deal. We’ve all sucked one.”

You laughed louder and pinched your lips trying to stop.

“See, that’s the spirit. A guy like you has sucked more than one I’m sure, just add mine to the list.”

When you first read that there was nudity in the movie you never once hesitated with wanting the role. It was a good script, a chance to work with a great director and you knew the film would do well on release. A minute tops of nudity was no big deal; Emelia Clarke was fully nude for one or more of her scenes in Game of Thrones and she handled it like a boss and looked amazing.

“All right Y/N, Tyler. Ready?”

You stood and nodded along with Tyler and walked to the set that was made up for the scene. When Tyler took off his robe he wore a modesty cloth that covered his unmentionables but showed off just how buff he was. You could tell why some girls went crazy over him; you though were immune. You loved, wanted and craved only one man.

Tyler took his place and soon you did as well right on his lap. As you waited for everyone to take their places you got into the mindset of your character for the scene. “I’m sorry,” Tyler began.

“What? For what?”

“I know we’re both professionals and can get through this but I’m sorry for what I’m about to do, just the principle.”

You smirked and nodded. “Apology accepted.”

“All right, ready Y/N?” You nodded and untied the robe you wore. One of the set workers approached and peeled it off just as you covered your breasts.

“All right, in 3, 2, 1.”

At one, you lowered your hands in prep for action and began the scene. Your lips meet in a passionate kiss which prompts both of you to moan. Tyler’s hand raises to your back and claws down your skin to stop at the flesh just before the swell of your ass. You begin grinding on his lap. Suddenly Tyler stands and holds you against him in the air easily supporting your weight. He then plops you on the desk. His lips leave your lips to trail to your neck before kissing along your collar bone. You drop your back onto the desk and arch giving the view of a bridge. You look directly into the camera that is in front of the desk and play up the pleasure your character was supposed to be feeling.

Just off to the side, you saw Henry watching. The pit of your stomach fell and that was when Tyler cupped your breasts in his hands and dropped his mouth to one of your nipples. Fuck, you thought. The tight clench of Henry’s jaw was hard to miss. He was angry. Closing your eyes, you tried to blot out the image of him in your head and stay in character and in the scene. Tyler moved to your other breast and nipple and you hugged his head to your chest. That was when the rocking started that was to imitate the motions of sex. You panted and moaned as you raked your nails across his back. Tyler kept one hand on your breast as he lost himself to the character and the scene.

When you heard “cut” Tyler grabbed a robe from one of the set workers and covered you first. “Thanks.”

When you sat up Henry was gone. Panic raised in you. “Uh—can we take ten or fifteen please?”

“Sure, Y/N. Prep for scene thirty-four.” You nodded and scooted off the desk while putting on the robe. You hurried to your slippers and quickly walked off the set and looked around. You didn’t see him anywhere. He could have left and after nearly ten minutes you began to think he had. when you opened your trailer door and stepped inside there he was with his back turned. you didn’t know if you should run and throw your arms around him and tell him how much you missed him and loved him or apologize profusely. Before you made a decision he turned and the anger in his eyes was so clear that you knew this was the beginning of a fight.

“What the bloody hell Y/N!”

“Calm down,” you began.

“Calm down? You’re kidding me. I just walked in on you having sex with your co-star.”

“Sex, really Henry that’s a big exaggeration.”

“Is it? Your nipples were in his mouth, his hands were on your breasts. What the fuck was that?”

You hadn’t gotten around to going into detail about the sex scene. When you told him about the movie you mentioned there was a sex scene but eluded that it was a mild one.

“That was anything but mild. That was porn!” He was angry and you knew his anger was rising.

“Okay I’m sorry, I should have been straight with you about how graphic the scene was. I just knew it would make you uncomfortable.”

“Uncomfortable would be knowing you’re filming a sex scene; this was way past uncomfortable. Do you know what it feels like to see that?”

You took a few steps to him, but he stepped aside not allowing you near him. “No. you are not going to try to make this go away like you do everything. Do you know what it feels like?”

“Henry, this is my job. It’s your job too. I don’t go off the rails when you have to shoot scenes like this. I’m sure in The Witcher has scenes like this, I’ve played the video game and I was at the screening for the first season.”

“That is completely different. I told you everything about that. I gave you a play by play of what to expect. You were not left wondering anything or surprised by anything. That—that was a surprise Y/N!”

“It’s in my contract,” you blurted out.

“Fuck your contract!” His voice boomed off the walls of your trailer and you knew whoever passed could hear.

He was right. You should have told him. you didn’t expect him to be in the audience watching. You didn’t expect to see him for another few weeks. How were you supposed to prepare for him to walk in? You sighed, closed your eyes and tried to think of a way to make this better. When you looked at him you could see how furious he was. There were levels to Henry��s anger. There was being bothered, being annoyed, pissed, angry and downright seething. He was seething.

Slowly you approached him as if walking to a skittish deer who would bolt at any second. You had to take this slow if you had any hope of smoothing this over.

“Baby,” you softly began getting closer. When you were a few inches from him you stopped. It was a strategy.

“Look, I know I should have told you exactly what the scene was, I should have, and I didn’t. I’m sorry.” Slowly his eyes met yours, he searched yours for any hint of a lie.

“Is there something going on with you and him?”

“What! No. Oh my god, no baby. Tyler and I are just friends, costars. There is nothing there. You and me, we’re real.” You closed the space between you and clasped his face in your hands. “You mean everything to me. You and only you. I love you, Henry.”

It killed you that this one omission had him questioning you. “Tell me you get that.” He shook his head and stepped back from you, again creating space.

“Y/N, I—I can’t be here right now. You’re touching me and I hear your words, I do, but I can’t just forget what I saw.”

You stepped closer again, it had him stumbling back to sit on the couch there. You took the opportunity to straddle him and press your lips to his in the same breath. He moaned and tried to push you away but instead, he pulled you closer and intensified the kiss. Soon his lips were battling yours and his tongue was wrestling yours into obedience. Your moans mingled together, and chaos ensued with the both of you ripping layer after layer of clothing from his body. When he was finally naked he pushed the robe off of you and threw you over the couch. You panted in anticipation for what you knew was to come.

Henry slammed into you pulling a scream from your throat. It had been months since you’d been together like this. He didn’t wait for you to adjust to him, he snapped his hips forward again and set the pace early letting you know just what this was. He was angry, he was trying to get it out but wrestled with his love and need for you. when you tried to throw your backside back onto him he pushed you down onto the couch restricting your actions. He held your hips in place and plowed into you with bruising thrusts that turned into fast and shallow storks. You couldn’t keep up and gripped the back of the couch hoping it was enough to hold you together as he tried to rip you apart.

“Fuck! Are you mind Y/N?”

“Yours!”

“Do you deserve it?”

“Yes baby, I deserve it. Fuck me!”

Henry didn’t need to be told twice. The pace in which he fucked you increased and the force behind his thrusts was giving you whiplash. You moaned and screeched and held on for dear life.

“What’s my name?”

“Baby.”

“What’s my name Y/N!”

“Henry.”

“I can’t hear you.”

“Henry! Fuck!” You didn’t care how loud you were at this point, everything he was doing felt too good.

Henry grunted loudly once, then twice and you felt his release, even as he released his thrusts didn’t slow down for several minutes. Then he pulled from you and dropped onto the couch panting. You moaned and already felt the soreness from the pounding he’d just delivered.

“Baby.” You touched his cheek and felt his jaw clench.

“I need to clear my head Y/N.” He stood and dressed in silence then walked out of your trailer. He was definitely still seething, and you had no idea what you would do or how to make it right.

You tried your best to finish the day on set and tried to remain present and focused, but it was difficult. Everyone could tell you were distracted, but no one brought anything up. you kept an eye out for Henry, but he didn’t come back and you were worried. Between takes you called him and left him two messages, both of them apologizing and reminding him how much you loved him. you knew he knew it but what else were you supposed to say.

When you left set it was nearing two in the morning and you were exhausted. The drive to your hotel was not a long one. You stared at your phone the entire time fighting the urge to call him yet again. You knew when he was this angry calls and texts were not his priority. He needed to cool down. He hated arguing and went out of his way to prevent arguments and defuse the situation. Usually it meant he walked off and left you be for a few hours. This was different though; he’d seen another man with your nipple in his mouth. It wasn’t something he was prepped for either. You knew it was a major blow to the ego. You hated seeing the video of his sex scenes and made it a point never to be anywhere near when he filmed them.

When you got off the elevator on the floor of your penthouse you felt horrible. Hoping a shower would help, you immediately got in and washed the day away and used the hot water and steam to relieve some of the stress and tension that was in your body. An hour later you only felt a little better. As you checked your phone you groaned seeing not one message from Henry. It was now almost four in the morning. He could have gotten back on a plane and left town for all you knew. Angrily you called him and rolled your eyes when it went to voicemail.

“Look, I get you’re pissed at me and you didn’t want to see what you did and it’s my fault you did but it’s not fair to ignore me all day Henry. It’s been hours. I don’t know where you are, I don’t know if you’re hurt. This is not okay.” You ended the call and tossed your phone to the side and dropped onto the bed and sighed out.

You heard the chime of the door and walked through the penthouse to the door. When you opened it there he stood with his elbows braced on the sides with his head hung. When his eyes met yours, you could tell he’d had a few drinks, but you also saw sadness and vulnerability.

“I’m sorry,” Henry began. Those words melted away any annoyance you felt. You stepped to him and threw your arms around him holding him close. He slightly bent and lifted you into his arms. With your legs wrapped around him, he walked inside and to a seat.

“I’m sorry baby. I should have told you. I’m sorry,” you expressed.

“I was jealous—am jealous. To see someone touch you like that, be like that—it cut me up. I love you Y/N. you have to know that.”

“I know baby, I love you too. It’s only you for me. You have to know that. I don’t care about anyone else.” After searching your eyes for a few seconds, he nodded and rested his forehead on your chest and sighed out.

“I’m a jealous man,” Henry finished.

“You have no reason to be. You have me, all of me—for as long as you want me.”

His eyes locked with yours and he caressed your cheek before he spoke.

“Forever.”

You smiled and softly kissed him. “Let’s go to the bedroom,” you whispered. Henry smiled and gave you a rakish look that had your belly doing backflips before he stood and carried you to the bedroom.

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Fool’s Rush In

Part 3

I’m participating in @wackydrabbles prompt #52: Sure, alcohol solves most problems, but in this particular case, I don't think it will help (It is highlighted in bold).

Series Premise: With two weeks until Liam is to marry Madeleine, the guys throw him a bachelor party in Vegas. After a drunken night, he finds himself with way more than he bargained for.

You can find the previous chapters here.

MC did not exist in Liam’s social season. OC Riley Brooks lives in Las Vegas.

Pairing: Liam x OC

Book: The Royal Romance

A/N: This is an 18 plus series. There is mention of an STD, so if that is a trigger … might not want to read.

A/N: Thanks to @burnsoslow and @choiceskatie for snippet reading. And Burnsy and @jessiembruno for suggestions.

Word Count: 1752

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Standing in the bathroom of the hotel's penthouse they shared with friends, Maxwell broke the news to a stunned Drake about his ... unfortunate condition.

"What're you gonna do about them, Drake?"

Frustrated, Drake ran a hand down his face, wanting to be anywhere but with Maxwell at that precise moment. "I don't know, Maxwell," he spat. "This is my first crabbing!"

"Maybe we can have a doctor look at them. Get some ... I don't know ... kind of comb or poison or something."

He pulled his pants back up and groaned. "I just need a drink."

Maxwell followed Drake out of the bathroom, keeping a good distance from his friend. "Sure, alcohol solves most problems, but in this particular case, I don't think it will help."

Liam and Leo sat on the sofa watching the Instagram posting of the wedding ceremony as the duo walked by.

A disgruntled Liam stood and gestured to the laptop on the coffee table. "Maxwell! Why the hell did you post this? Do you have any idea what you've done?"

Drake was already out the door headed for the hotel bar. Maxwell never broke stride as he trailed. "No time to talk, Li. Got an STD emergency."

The door slammed with a jarring thud. Liam turned back to Leo with a confused look. "What was that?"

"Sounds like the Drakester didn't wrap it up," Leo chuckled while sippng on a capri-sun, while never taking his attention away from the screen. "Oh! Oh!" He waved his younger brother over with excitement. "This is the part where you sang, Moves Like Jagger, to Riley during the ceremony."

They both listened in as Liam's garbled voice reverberated from the speakers watching the King grind fervently against his bride. "Take me by the tongue, and I'll know you. Kiss me 'til you're drunk, and I'll show you all the moves like Liam. I've got the moves like Liam. I've got the moooOoooOooOooves like Liam."

Liam's hands flew in the air out of bewilderment. "I don't even know that fucking song!"

Leo slurped through his little yellow straw then replied, "I think you do. Videos don't lie, Liam."

A haste knock interrupted their viewing; Liam answered the door, surprised to see Riley.

The frantic woman held her phone up to his face. "Do you want to explain why I'm all over the internet with you, Elvis, and this … this monkey? Also, it says we got married?"

Leo bolted from the sofa. "Hey! That monkey has a name, you know.”

"Not now, Leo," Liam grumbled.

Riley leaned to get a better look at the sandy-haired blond who was approaching the door. "Who are you?"

Stepping in front of his brother with a hand extended, he flashed his signature grin. "I'm Leo, your new brother-in-law. But only by half because my mom left me. Then I got a new mommy: Liam's mom -- then she died. Then we both got another new mom. Wait … is Regina still alive? Oh my god! Tell me we still have a mom, Liam!"

"Leo! Get the hell out of here!"

He huffed. "Fine. I'll go make a sandwich. You want one sis?"

Riley shook her head.

Liam gave her an apologetic look. "I'm so sorry about him. Please come in." He stepped aside and offered her a seat on the sofa.

She couldn't help but notice the laptop on the table paused on their abrupt ceremony. It was apparent to her that Liam was trying desperately to get his own answers.

Liam pushed the laptop aside and sat across from her on the table; his elbows rested on his thighs as he sat forward. He let out a heavy exhale. "I suppose we have a lot to talk about."

"Yes, we do. What is all of this? And you're a King? Why didn't you tell me that?"

"I am. It's a small country in the Mediterranean -- Cordonia. And I couldn't tell you because my head guard wouldn't allow me to come on this trip without him unless I remained discreet about my identity."

Riley regarded him thoughtfully. "I suppose that makes sense."

Leo handed her a Capri-Sun with the straw already pushed in. She took it hesitantly and thanked him. "I guess I just need to know how we ended up married to one another last night?"

Liam's remorseful eyes idled up to his brother, who was now standing next to him, eating a turkey and Frito's sandwich. "According to my brother here, whose heart is bigger than his brain, I called him and asked him to marry us."

Leo shook his head. "That's true, Riley. It's all Liam's fault."

Liam rolled his eyes. "Leo, why don't you go check on Drake and Max."

"Fuck that! Drake ain't got nothing I wanna be checking on right now."

"No, stay," Riley pleaded. "You seem to be the only one who knows what happened last night. Can you tell me everything, please?"

Leo gave Liam an arrogant smirk before falling back onto the sofa beside Riley.

"I'll tell you everything, but you two have to promise to name your firstborn after it's Uncle Leo."

Liam dropped his head into his hands. "Leo, dammit."

Leo nudged Riley in the side and leaned into her. "Your husband's an asshole. Probably inherited from our daddy. If he ever makes you drink from a wine goblet, you should probably run."

Riley patted his knee like a child and spoke softly, assuming at this point he was a mental case. "Leo, sweetie, can you just tell me what happened last night, please."

"Well, as I told Liam, I was getting my prostate milked from hot Nurse Trisha at the bank. I just needed change for a twenty, but they said I had to make a deposit first. They even give you porn in this private room. So she's two fingers deep when I get a call from Liam, who was as drunk as Cooter Brown at a church picnic and said he needed me to come down to that Graceland Chapel because he was getting married. So after I sputtered in the little cup, I left in such a hurry I didn't get my change, but I called Drake and Max and told them they had to meet us at the chapel."

Riley cocked her head. "Why was a monkey there?"

"Oh, that's Mongo, the ring bearer. And if you pulled on his nipples, he'd hump your legs and give you a quick reach around. The coolest fucking monkey I ever knew."

Riley snapped a wide-eyed stare at Liam, who just shrugged at her and said, "I ... I've got nothing."

Leo bit into his sandwich. The crunch from the mound of Fritos could be heard in the casino fifty-one stories below. "You know, Liam --" He smacked his lips a few times. "Now that you're married to sis, you don't have to marry Maddie. You can have the wife and Queen you've always wanted. And judging by the noises I heard coming from your room last night, she makes you very happy."

Riley chuckled, slightly embarrassed, while Liam stood and walked to the wet bar for a drink and some distance.

"Leo, I appreciate the thought," he said while pouring a tumbler of scotch. "But Riley and I are just strangers who had a good time, but made a huge mistake." Liam took a sip of his drink and walked back to the sofa. "Don't worry about anything, Riley. I will take care of the annulment in Cordonia and here in the states."

She smiled. "I would appreciate that. Thank you."

Leo tossed his sandwich on the table. "No! Liam, man, this is your chance to be free. You came to Vegas and hit the jackpot. And maybe you two kids are strangers now, but there's no reason why you couldn't get to know each other and fall madly in love. You already know you'll never love Mads. And then at the end of the day, I'd be the big sexy cupid who made it all possible."

It surprised Liam that his brother's suggestion tempted him... and that Leo actually made a coherent suggestion. He sighed. "I don't think so, Leo."

Riley looked between the two men, who seemed to have a stare down over the logic of this idea. She liked Liam; he was the handsome, mysterious guy that she had always dreamed of meeting. She took a long drink of her juice and sat it on the table. "I think I will go, now. Is there anything you need from me, Liam, to quicken the annulment?"

"If you could write your contact information down in case my lawyer has questions, that would be great. I'll be sure you receive copies of everything as soon as possible."

Riley pulled a notepad and a pen from her purse as Leo walked over to Liam to debate further. "Don't do this little brother. Don't you do it. We can't afford to lose another member of our family. First it was daddy, then Regina, now Riley. I can't take it, Liam."

Liam placed a hand on Leo's shoulder. "It's done, Leo. And ... Regina is alive. You just spoke to her yesterday."

Leo's head dropped back with a heavy sigh of relief. "Oh, thank god."

"Here ya go, Liam." Riley stood and handed the paper to him and grabbed her purse from the sofa.

Leo clutched both of her shoulders and shook them. "Please, Riley, don't go. Don’t leave my brother an orphan. You're the Queen of Cordonia now. Think of the people!"

Riley snorted from just the thought. "I know nothing about being a queen. I doubt I would have anything to offer your little country."

"Liam could teach you! Hell, I can teach you, too. I'm the smartest one in the family. You'll be bossing people around in no time."

"That's very kind of you, but I think I like my little life just fine here in Vegas, bossing kids around the classroom all day." She patted his arm endearingly and walked past him toward the door.

Liam stood there, watching her walk away while the words of his brother replayed heavily through his mind. Nothing made sense; he was sad that she was leaving, knowing that it was completely irrational to feel that way. Leo was right, though: this was his chance to be free, and even if it didn't work out in the end, it could buy him time to find the one he would love and have the family he always wanted.

He turned away and walked back to the wet bar to pour another drink; he wouldn't be selfish and ask this complete stranger to give up her life for him.

With his back turned, he closed his eyes when he heard Riley speak her goodbyes and opened the door.

A familiar voice rang out that shook him to his core, and he whipped around to see his current wife stopped at the door by his future one.

"Oh, you must be the one who thinks she can steal my crown."

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