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cher-rei · 1 month

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prompt 9 or 10 w pedri 🙏🏼

pack it up- pedri gonzalez [ P.G ]

you and me, always forever [always forever- cults]

pairing: pedri gonzalez x fem!reader

summary: watching the football match with pedri starts off cute, but you've said felix's name one too many times.

genre(s): flufffffff

[wc: 2.5k] masterlist

notes: I changed the plot of this a bunch of times for no reason I swearrr

"amor the match is starting!"

your call had pedri rushing from the kitchen with his hands occupied by the assorted candies that you asked for. he set it down on the coffee table just in time and settled down next to you on the couch, pulling you closer to his side underneath the blanket.

"I can't believe you're making your injured boyfriend run around for some sweets," he said in disbelief and looked down at you, but yours eyes were glued to the tv screen.

this was a match that you couldn't afford to miss, athlético vs barça was not something that anyone took lightly. that's why you prepped a little more for this match than usual and your boyfriend decided to join you at home instead of going to the stadium with the excuse that it was too cold outside.

you didn't complain though, having pedri at home was a gift from heaven but of course you still wished for a speedy recovery and all that... but he was home and got to spend time with you, so it was okay right?

your lack of response had him dumbfounded, he stayed at home for this? he clicked his tongue and faced forward, mumbling about something under his breath but you were quick to shush him.

"shush babe." you softly hit his arm. "you can complain later."

this wasn't the first shocking thing that has happened today at all. just before kick off, you told him that you forgot to put your barca jersey on and rushed to your room which had pedri smiling from ear to ear, thinking that you would be coming out in one of his jerseys.

and oh how wrong he was.

his smile immediately dropped at the sight, not just because it wasn't one of the jerseys he gave you but rather your own, but also because of whose name and number were flaunted at the back.

your boyfriend blinked up at you, and you asked him what was wrong, clearly not seeing an issue. "is there something wrong with my face?" you put your hand to your face, walking over to the mirror hanging on the wall to check but nothing was there.

"uh no," he said through a forced smile. "but there's something wrong with what you're wearing right now."

your head tilted in confusion and you looked down at your outfit, not seeing an issue with it all. your shoulders slumped and you looked at him in confusion. "there's nothing wrong with what I'm wearing."

"last time i checked, felix isn't your boyfriend, i am." he pointed to himself for emphasis but you only rolled your eyes at his childishness.

"are you serious right now?" you sat down beside him and he shot you a look of judgment buy your were adamant on not changing.

"last time I checked you're not on the pitch right now, felix is." you gestured to the tv yet pedri remained stubborn, saying that it didn't matter whether or not he was playing or not.

where did you even buy that jersey?? he needed to burn it asap.

he was upset but all it took was a quick peck on the lips to ease his mind, reassuring him that you wanted to give felix some extra support because he was playing against his own club. and that made sense to pedri, the support was needed and it was appreciated.

so for the first 20 minutes of the game, your yelling was held at a minimum but the closer you got to halftime time the more restless you and pedri got. the team's play was just too messy, there was no communication or stability.

the ball was lost every other touch, barca could barely make it past the halfway line and they kept on passing the ball back instead of taking their chances. it was frustrating, to say the least, especially for pedri because he was supposed to be there.

he was supposed to be running on the pitch, ensuring that the midfield wasn't a total wreck but he wasn't. he just had to get injured again. you felt his body tense up beside you and immediately knew what he was thinking.

"hey," you called softly and flashed him a small smile. "are you okay?"

when he looked at you his mind immediately eased— one look and a smile from you and he felt so much better. sure he was bugged about the whole jersey thing but you still looked so adorable cuddled up to him that he forgot about everything.

he gave you a reassuring hum and a kiss on the forehead before turning back to the match. his fingers ran through your hair soothingly, your eyes daring to close but you wouldn't dare tell him to stop.

it was now 35 minutes into game time and nothing had happened which had pedri scoffing. "I think you're jinxing us."

"as if, just you wait," you countered but he wasn't too sure about your answer. it wasn't playing in your favour by the looks of it and he swore that it was your jersey, it had to be and when he told you that it was you shook your head, swearing that felix was going to score.

pedri was still I'm disbelief, shaking his head until you shot up when gundogan got the ball, choosing to pass it to lewandoski who was already in the box. it all happened to fast that you barely saw it, both you and pedri holding on to each other until the ball went into the net, by none other than felix himself.

"let's go felix my boy!!" you leapt from the couch and stood in front of your boyfriend who sat silently in disbelief until it sank in.

he looked up at your smiling face with his eyebrows raised. "your boy?"

you chose to ignore him and pat the barcelona crest on your jersey. "pack it up, lover boy. I called it."

the commentators were going crazy, everything happening so fast but you were still standing in front of the tv with your phone in your hand, happily adding the moment to your instagram story and replying to gavi's message about the goal.

"xavi got a red card," pedri said in hopes of redirecting your attention away from felix and his goal. he was happy for his teammate obviously— he was ecstatic, but not about the part where his girlfriend was celebrating as if he was her boyfriend.

he didn't know why, but he was in a rather jealous mood today. he wasn't the jealous type, and you knew that which was why you couldn't help but tease him with the opportunity given.

you put your phone back down on the coffee table. "I don't care about xavi right now. this is about felix and his redemption. the clubs redemption too-- but mostly felix's."

something about the way you said felix's name made pedri's jaw tick. it was like a broken record sounding from your lips, over and over again until he finally let up and pulled you onto his lap which had you all too amused.

"do you know how many times you've said his name tonight?" he asked with a quirked brow.

you tried to ignore the feeling of his hands trailing up your shirt onto your bare skin. it was so rare to see him this riled up, this adamant because pedri was a baby. your baby, who preferred to be the little spoon and smothered in kisses.

so you couldn't falter. not now.

your shoulders shrugged innocently. "the normal amount."

the normal amount? as if.

that wasn't even remotely close to what he wanted to hear and you felt it in the way he looked at you. the living room was dark— the only source of light being from the tv that you'd lost all interest in because your boyfriend was staring you down.

his eyes dropped from your eyes to your lips and you felt your face heat up in anticipation.

"6 times," he muttered just above a whisper and inches towards you achingly slow, only to pull away at the last second because second half had starterted by the sound of it.

he pat your thigh lightly and set you back down beside him, your body still in shock at the fact that he pulled away before kissing you. you looked up at pedri with your lips slightly parted, not sure of what to say.

"what?" he asked with a chuckle and gestured to the tv. "felix is there not here. you're supposed to be supporting him."

oh so he was playing like that tonight? your boyfriend loved to tease you whenever he got the chance. he was playful sure but this was a tad bit too far for your liking. anyway, you brushed it off and continued to enjoy the game, but with less talking.

not too long after second half started lewandoski was able to make the score 2-0 , and this time pedri was the one to jump up in victory whereas you just watched him. you weren't upset, not by a long shot. if he wanted to play, then you'd join in.

your boyfriend spared you a few glances every so often and noticed the bit of space that was left between you two. he watched you silently and began to wonder what the issue was and when he asked if you were okay, a nod was sent his way.

ten more minutes had passed with little to no words exchanged and he was starting to grow restless, whereas you continued to watch the match unbothered. if there truly was an issue then there was only way to make sure of it.

your hand was free, resting on your thigh so naturally his hand slipped into it but you were quick to pull away and instead bent over to reach for your phone on the coffee table.

it was his turn to be shocked— his lips parting and a scoff of disbelief exiting but you paid no mind and continued to go through your phone, only looking up at the tv when you heard that fermin scored.

"how long are you going to keep this up for?" pedri suddenly asked out of the blue and your best act of nonchalantly confusion and asked him what he meant.

his eyebrows quirked up. "you're not talking at all and when I tried to hold your hand you pulled it away."

you raised your phone into the air, "because I wanted to get my phone--"

"oh so you can hold my hand now then?" there was a twinge of anger in his tone, it was almost unnoticeable but you caught it and carried on with the act and shook your head to the side.

"I'm still using my phone pedro--"

pedri's body tensed up at the name that fell from your lips as if this night couldn't have gotten any more confusing. he turned to face you fully. "what did you just call me?"

you squinted, trying your best to suppress your smile because you knew that he hated it when you said his name. it meant that he was in trouble which was rare so for you to say to so casually had him panicking.

"your name?"

"did I do something wrong? are you going to tell me that you want to sleep in the guest room tonight too?"

he began to get riled up and it was seen in the way that his eyes began to wander and never met yours. he had officially gone into full panic mode which you hadn't expected at all, so now it was your turn to let up the act to try and calm him down.

your hand immediately found his and you urged him to calm down, saying that you were just teasing him. you went on like this for however long, spewing apologies and reassurance because having him upset was the last thing anyone wanted.

that was until you saw his lips curve up ever so slowly. your blood began to boil in the realisation that he wasn't being serious at all and had you feeling as guilty as ever for absolutely no reason. without a second thought, you let go of his hand and hot up from the couch.

pedri couldn't stop smiling, a soft chuckle leaving his lips while he tried to pull you back down but you already had your phone and started walking away. "baby wait," he called out after you but no second glance was spared from your side.

"where are you going?" he watched as the figure began walking up the stairs, each step filled with more irritation than the last but he couldn't push aside how adorable you looked.

you scoffed. "the guest bedroom."

your answer had him running after you in a matter of seconds, his laughter echoing through the house as he called out your name and luckily he caught you at the top of the staircase. pedri's arms wrapped around you but you fought it and tried your best to escape his embrace.

"amor I was only teasing you," he said in between his laughter and spun you around to look at him. the pout on your face had his heartstrings tugging but you only rolled your eyes.

"is it because I didn't kiss you hm?" he asked playfully and leant down to kiss you but you turned your head away from him stubbornly. did that stop him? not in the slightest, because he opted for the next open space— your neck which had you in a fit of giggles.

featherlight kisses trailed from your collarbone to your neck— each kiss more delicate than the last and placed so carefully to the point where you couldn't fight it any longer and admitted defeat.

"okay I said you won," you repeated but he didn't stop, a low hum sounding against your skin instead.

"I haven't won until this," he tugged on the hem of the jersey you were still wearing, felix's name at the back. "is on the floor."

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minty-fanfic-corner · 2 years

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Not Enough [Zhongli & Diluc]

Wow, where do I even start? I wanted to write in September but I drowned in uni work lmao. Y'all want a secret? I really don't like uni ARG. I'm finishing my semester then I'll be working full time as a barista, so I'll be able to focus on stuff that I truly love! If you've sent me stuff in my inbox, I'm slowly working on clearing it, I'm so sorry ;;;;

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Warning: Established relationship with both, mention of injuries, angst to comfort

Part 1 [Xiao & Venti]

Part 2 [Kazuha & Albedo]

Zhongli

When Lumine arrived in Liyue, you felt so small compared to her. She did not have a vision, but somehow, she was still able to wield geo power. How cool was that? Well, you first thought it was amazing! But quickly, you realized how small you felt, by her side. What could a simple, visionless adventurer like you do to catch the eyes of the people around you. Even your friends were starting to forget about you. Before, they would always ask you about your commissions and adventures but now… They were only talking about the blonde traveler.

-Y/N! We’re going to be late if you don’t hurry!; one of your friends said, taking you by the arm. This brought you back to earth.

You blinked a few times and shook your head quickly to chase all those thoughts. Then, you gently freed your arm from your friend’s arm before saying:

-I’m sorry, I can’t come today I-

-Oh right, another said. You’ve got some commissions or training to do huh? Again?

-Well, yes! I still need to imp-

-To improve, bla bla bla, we know Y/N. But don’t you think you’re losing your time?

-I… I’m sorry? ; you asked, taken aback by their words.

-Well yeah- You keep trying, but we all know that you will always be a burden to Lumine. So we think you’re just wasting your time.

-Hey! We said we wouldn’t tell them about it! Anyway, the first said with a sigh, we should go or we’re really going to be late.

Their words were still echoing in your ears, and you were too numb to react as they walked away. Yet, without realizing it, you made your way to the guild for your daily work.

Two days had almost passed since this incident. Zhongli hadn’t heard from you since and worry was starting to grow in his stomach. Yet, he sipped his tea to calm himself down, his gaze looking over the harbour. Maybe you were just late for the date you two had settled? It wouldn’t be the first it happened… He knew that you had the tendency to overwork yourself after all. As he was lost in his thoughts, familiar figures walked by. Weren’t those your friends? Well, he got up to ask them if they knew about your whereabouts.

-Excuse me, have you seen Y/N by any chance? We were supposed to meet an hour ago, but they have yet to arrive.

-We know that they left on a commission this Wednesday, but that’s all. We don’t know where or what the commission was. ; the first said.

-And to be honest Mister Zhongli, our last conversation with them didn’t end quite well because of someone! ; claimed the second, glaring at their friend.

But their bickering quickly came to an end as they felt Zhongli cold eyes on them. It almost felt as if he was crushing them with his golden irises.

-If anything happened to Y/N, I’ll make sure you t-

-Zhongli! ; a new voice shouted.

The ex geo-archon already knew that Lumine was worried, he was able to hear it in her voice. When he turned around, his doubts were confirmed as he saw Lumine’s and Paimon’s faces. They both seemed worried and panicked.

-What’s wrong? ; he asked.

-It’s about Y/N! Katheryne said they haven’t come back yet, so they gave me the commission details. We should go check on them, now.

Zhongli simply nodded, as he felt a lump in his throat, preventing him from talking. But before he ran away with the Traveler, he shot one last glare at your “friends”, who wanted nothing but to disappear at this moment.

You had been in a half-conscious state for the last day. You had fought treasure hoarders before, but this time, they were a lot. They easily outnumbered you and without the help of a vision, potioneers only had to throw one bottle at you to knock you out. You couldn’t see them properly, everything was blurry and you couldn’t move from the dizziness. But you were still able to hear their muffled voices.

-They don’t seem to have anything valuable on them… They don’t even have a vision.

-Their weapon is quite old too. We’ll be lucky if we even get 200 Mora selling it.

-What should we do with them? Leave them here?

-We’ll let the boss decide…

Then, they all started screaming and you heard weapons clashing. Fear washed over you; “I’m going to die” was all you could think, as you succumbed to the darkness.

-Don’t worry my dears, they will wake up anytime soon, a voice said. They’ll need to rest for a while, but they’re not fatally hurt.

Was it Madame Ping’s voice?

-Thank you, Madame Ping, a new voice said. Was it Zhongli?

As if on cue, you slowly opened your eyes, only to screw them shut again as the light made your headache worse.

-Y/N!!

That was both Zhongli’s and Lumine’s voice. They seemed… Relieved? But even as they seemed relieved to see you awake, tears managed to escape your eyes.

-Y/N? My love, what’s wrong? Are you hurt? , your lover asked.

-N-No… It’s just, you started. It’s just… I’m sorry for being a burden.

As the last words left your lips, you started sobbing uncontrollably. You thought Zhongli and Lumine were going to be mad at you; you thought that you didn’t deserve to cry because of how weak you were. But Zhongli gently wrapped his arms around your body and drew you closer. You managed to open your eyes, to see Lumine kindly smiling at you.

-Please, don’t say that, she said. I’m glad to have you as a partner!

-Y/N, my love, Zhongli then said. You’re not a burden. It hurt to see you thinking this of yourself. But you’re not a burden. I love you, and I don’t know what I’d be without your help. Thank you for being here, my love.

Diluc

-Can I come with you tonight? , you asked Diluc, your husband, as he was getting ready to leave the manor for the day.

-I’m sorry love, but I don’t think it’s a good idea, he said while he finished tying his ponytail.

Even if you understood what his duties as the Darknight Hero were quite dangerous, you wished you could accompany him. At least just for one mission, just to see how it was and to feel helpful to him. Yet, you simply nodded and said a quiet “it’s okay, I understand”. Diluc looked at you with a small smile and kissed you on the cheek quickly before leaving. And once again, you were alone in the cold manor.

When you woke up the next morning, the other side of the bed was still untouched. Well, Diluc didn’t come back last night you thought to yourself with a bitter taste in your mouth. He’d probably come back later today. So you went about your day in the empty manor. Sure, there were some maids and butlers here and there, you they were all busy working and cleaning.

And this gave you an idea. Maybe you could clean Diluc’s office while he was gone, no? He had been complaining about the mess and papers slowly gathering on his wooden desk. Yet, he didn’t let anyone but you in his office, because he didn’t want them to mess with his papers. But you… You knew which documents were important and were to put them. Surely your husband wouldn’t mind! So you made your way to the office, a small smile on your lips.

Hours had passed and the Sun was already starting to set. You looked around the office with a satisfied smile on your face. The window was opened, and fresh air made its way in the room that is usually sealed. The desk, which was previously covered under piles of documents and dust was now visible and cleaned. The papers had been put in a chest that Diluc used to store them. Only a document, on which he was working on, remained on the wooden surface.

-Y/N? , his voice called from the front door. I’m back.

-I’m in your office! , you answered.

You heard his footsteps making their way to the room where you stood. Diluc finally appeared and you exclaimed “Tadaaa!” as he took a look around.

-So? What do you think? It’ll be easier to work now that your desk is cleared, no? , you said with a proud smile on your face.

-Well, I can’t say the opposite, he laughed a bit. He truly looked happy as he walked to his desks. There, he frowned as he saw the two documents sitting on his desk.

-Hey Y/N, where’s the document on the current situation?

-Oh, it’s probably in the chest, you said as you opened it. They’re all in alphabetical order!

Diluc crouched down to look at all the documents. A worried look started to appear on his face and worry started to grow in your stomach as his expression changed.

-Diluc? , you asked quietly.

-It’s not there, Y/N.

-What? But if it’s not on the desk, it should be there!

-Did you throw it away? , he asked with an accusing tone.

-No! I didn’t throw anything!

Diluc sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose; he was clearly annoyed.

-I want you to find it now. Aether and I found something and I need the document now to confirm it’s linked to our case. Archons, you shouldn’t have touched anything, I’m losing my time with you.

As the words left his mouth, he turned around. He was ready to leave to continue his mission, ignoring your pained emotion and tears building in your eyes.

-Diluc! , Aether called as he saw his “co-worker” arriving to their meeting point.

-I’m done with the case’s document. I’ve noted everything we found today, the blond said.

Hearing this and seeing the document that Aether was holding in his hands, Diluc froze in place. He didn’t move, which worried Aether.

-Diluc? Is everything ok? , he asked.

Diluc shook his head as he took the papers that were handed to him with a shaking hand. He swallowed the painful lump that was blocking his throat before speaking:

-I just got in an argument with Y/N. I… I thought they had thrown the document away.

The red haired pushed the document back in Aether’s hands before running away. Aether didn’t say anything, he knew that Diluc was feeling horrible.

-Y/N? I-I’m home, he called as he opened the door of your shared bedroom.

But the whole room was dark, and you were nowhere to be found. He had looked all over the manor already and he was unable to find you. Where were you?? As panic started to take control of Diluc’s brain, he noticed movement outside. There, sitting at one of the tables of the winery. He quickly grabbed a blanket and made his way outside.

-You’ll get sick if you stay out in the cold dear, he said has he gently put the blanket on your shoulders.

-So what? , you asked. You didn’t notice it, but you drew the blanket closer to get some warmth. Wouldn’t it be easier for you if I were sick? Or even gone? So that you wouldn’t lose your time with me anymore

-Y/N, please… Don’t say that. I don’t want you gone, I don’t want you sick. What I said was a mistake. A terrible mistake, I… I’m sorry my love.

Tears started to roll down your cheeks and a quiet sob left your lips.

-I’m sorry Diluc, I’m sorry… I’m sorry I’m not enough for you.

-Sshh, love, you’re more than enough. I understand if you’re mad at me, you have every right but… I’m sorry. I’m truly sorry that I lost my temper earlier. I love you, and I can’t imagine my life with you.

-You promise?

-I promise… But now let’s get you inside, or you’ll get sick, he said before carrying you bridal style.

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hoe4sports · 1 month

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Sleeping over | Caroline Graham Hansen

A/N: No triggers. Mentions of sex. Read the first parts to understand more.

The hot steaming rainshower was making the dimmed bathroom damp and foggy, it felt like a rainforest. I loved it. Showers were amazing. They were soothing and comforting. But they could also be exciting and fun. I snapped violently out of my thoughts as Lucy banged on my door “Are you gonna be ready today or next year? I cannot be late to my own birthday dinner pretty girl!” Lucy teased me from the other side of the door as I got out of the shower. She had asked me last minute if she could catch a ride with me as she was planning to drink and didn’t have a driver. Truth is that I don’t either have a driver, but I’m apperantly more capable than her to get a taxi. “Yea yea, it always important to be fashionably late babe!” I snapped back grinning to myself. I get so blessed that I had made such close friends after moving across the continent. Lucy was like my sister, and Ingrid was my bestie. My ride or die.

I got myself dry quickly and pulled on my outfit in no time. I got my hair curled loosely, and did some quick bronzy makeup with a cute subtle pink lip. I felt good about myself and admired myself in the mirror for one second. I had my white champagne satin dress on, but I had to use my white hoka’s. I tore my acl as a 18 year old, and I’m never gonna fully recover. That’s why I’m not taking any risks.

I swung the door open and did a dramatic pose for Lucy. “Oh Luce, tell me, am a looking au naturell?” I said with a dramatic french accent. “Luckily your outfit is better than your French” lucy chuckled. She was looking just as good as she always was. Pants that were just the right amount of tight to showcase her ass, and a short sleeve shirt that complimented her biceps beautifully. She often changed between pulling off masculine and feminine looks, and she knew damn well that she made it work for her.

We both did a quick 3 shots of tequila before heading giggling out of my apartment. We got out of the complex and found our taxi driver. It was an older man who turned up the music for us, and he was definitely in the mood for a party. I made sure to tip him well, and he told me that he was driving until 3 so I could give him a ring if anyone needed to get home safely. I appreciated the help, and took out the information card that he held out. “Ricardo Antonio Juereze Guapa” I confidently spoke out, the old man smiled and applauded your Spanish accent before waving goodbye. “Let’s do this!” I squiled as a pulled Lucy with me towards the restaurant. The vibes were immaculate, electric even. The food was incredible! And the drinks? Perhaps a tad bit too strong..

As I shoved down the last piece of my sorbet, I looked over at Caroline. She had showed up, but was being her usual quiet self. I raised an eyebrow towards her, and she shrugged. I motioned for her to meet me in the bathroom of the restaurant as I excused myself to the other girls. I got to the bathroom, and did a quick sweep to make sure that there were nobody there. Then Caroline stepped in. She was wearing shorts, but not the feminine kind. She was also wearing a white t-shirt, almost see through. I could tell how they shaped around her boobs, and they revealed her white sportsbra from Calvin Klein. “Hello pretty girl” I said as she entered the bathroom and she blushed. “Hey” she smiled nervously, and I touched her cheek as I pulled closer. “You good?” I asked as she played with her hair. She gave me a small nod, and I took it upon myself to fix her hair. She stood there dumbfounded while I was going all hairstylist on her beautiful brown locks as I smacked my lips together and presented proudly “Voila!” I announced as I pulled back. She blushed again.

“I was thinking of going home..” she mumbled as her face automatically went back to her usual serious self. “Why?” I blurred out as I almost interrupted her. “Well, I guess this really isn’t my thing, you know?” She motioned towards the door which let through sounds of chatter and music. I nodded to her, and placed my hand on her cheek again. “That’s fair, it’s not for everyone. If you leave, I’ll definitely miss you. Such a sight for sore eyes.” I said as I smiled, clearly a bit intoxicated. She shrugged, once again, out of words. I giggled softly as I brushed some of her hair from her face to behind her ear. “So dedicated and hardworking” I started as she blushed and smiled to the ground. I put my pointing finger on her chin, and tilted her face upwards. I leaned in towards her cheek, and breathed. “Stay, please” as my pink lips made contact with her blushed cheek and I quietly walked out.

I sat down at the table with the other girls. Lucy and Ingrid made whistling noises and i pretended to be annoyed by rolling my eyes at them. After a few minutes the girls stopped teasing me, and Caroline slowly eased back to the table. “Alright, Bronze! It’s your birthday, where do you wanna go next?” I announced to the table. Lucy’s face spread out in a huge grin. “Let’s go to Tito’s beach club!” Lucy responded, and with that everyone was fast up from their chairs. Some were more drunk then others, like Mapi, she was practically leaning onto Ingrid to use her as her personal walking stick. I chuckled at the sight of the pair, and as they passed I teased Ingrid, “Looks like someone got a good relationship with the bartender” I sang as she rolled her eyes back at me. I made sure to wait until all the girls had gotten up from the table, just to make sure that nobody forgot any purses, phones or wallets. As I finished checking, I could see Caroline waiting for me by the end of the table. My lips formed a smile, and I admired Caroline. “Waiting for me Graham?” i said as I got closer to her, our height differences once again becoming very obvious. She looked down on me, as she flashed one of her shy smiles. I had talked to Ingrid previously, who told me that Caroline hadn’t ever been in a relationship. That she was too focused on work and becoming better every day. I, on the other hand, I saw straight through it. I thought she was beautiful. I loved her physique, her face and her long neck. Plenty of space for.. Somthing, let’s just keep it at that.

“Whenever you are ready” she spoke as I grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the restaurant towards the other girls. The bar was only a few blocks away, and the girls were definitely not holding back tonight. We walked together to the bar, and the girls sang a million happy birthday songs in different languages. Caroline walked in silence for the short trip, but she was walking in silence next to me. I was talking to Ingrid, as she supported Mapi towards the bar. “Okay Maps, sober up or you will be left outside like a puppy.” I announced, and just like that; Mapi pulled herself together and sobered up as if she hadn’t seen alcohol in forever. We all entered in a line as the security checked us out. When Mapi passed, I could see one of the security guards raise their eyebrows, but he waived her through. We found a table consisting of high bar chairs, and we all grouped up around it. The music was beaming and there somehow wasn’t too many people inside yet. I went to order some drinks to the table, and when I came back there were no available chairs. However, that left me with one option. I walked to where Caroline was seated. The barchair making her even taller. I blinked my lashes in front of her, and smiled. “Care if I stand in front of you?” I asked as her eyes lit up. “Uhm, no no, sure, go ahead.” She stuttered as she didn’t want to seem to excited. I just smiled, she was so cute when she was visibly nervous. I pushed myself in front of her legs and leaned my hips towards her chair. Her breath was becoming heavier by the second, and her hands were slowly becoming more damp. I leaned my back towards her body, and she softened up in her posture. I could feel her hands slowly try to wrap around my waist, and I just let her do it at her own pace. As the night went on, the drinks were flowing rapidly. Caroline never moved, she was guarding me like I was a puppy. It was cute, her hands got more and more comfortable as the night went on. It almost felt as if she was warming up to me? Caroline wasn’t really someone that liked to share her private life, she liked her privacy and people say that’s how she has been since she was young.

As the night went on, I was getting more and more tired. I check my trusty sports watch. 02.45?! oh my, I was expected to be on a meeting tomorrow so I quickly texted the taxi driver from earlier that night. He confirmed the address, and said that he would be there in 5 minutes as he was already close by. I stood up from my leaning position, and straightened my dress. “I’m gonna have to make it an early night.” I announced and I could see the disappointment in Caroline’s eyes. I had probably gotten 6 or 7 drinks down. Multiple of them being my favourite drink, strawberry daiquiri. Not a very lesbian like drink eh?

One of the things with Caroline was that she had never really openly announced that she was lesbian or even bisexual. Naturally of course, as she was very private. People only knew what she wanted them to know about her. I turned my face towards Caroline, as a was already leaning between her tights. She looked at me with her big greyish blue eyes, and it melted me completely. I leaned in and hugged her tight. As expected she stiffened up like a stick, but after a few seconds she folded her long arms around me. My face was the same height as her upper abdomen, and I was just hugging her as best as I could. I looked up at her, and she looked down at me. I was admiring her when I blurred out, “Vil du dra med meg?”. Oh my. I thought to myself that this was a dumb decision. “Jeg mente egentlig å si; Vil du sitte på?” I corrected and tried to play it of cool. Luckily, i spoke Norwegian so that nobody but her could understand. Well, including Ingrid. «Ja» Caroline stuttered nervously “Gjerne”. She completed the sentence, and I grabbed her hand. “Alright Luce, girls, take it easy tonight. Drink water. And I’ll see you tomorrow” I announced as I dragged Caroline with me. I could hear the shock in the room when I dragged Caroline out towards the taxi. Mapi mumbled “What did she say to her?” And Ingrid shrugged “I don’t know Norwegian”. Mapi shot her an annoyed look, knowing very well that Ingrid’s first language was Norwegian.

The taxi ride was somewhat awkward as the taxi driver was trying to brighten the silences. I was just far too tired to even think, and I could feel the buzz from the alcohol. Caroline on the other had, didn’t have a drink. She said something about it ruining her restitution, and I naturally wanted to respect her. It was a Caroline thing to say, nobody took care of her physical health like Caroline. As the ride went on, I spotted my building. It was towering over the smaller buildings around it. I pulled out my purse to pay, and to tip the driver. But as I was fumbling with my purse, desperately trying to find my wallet, Caroline had already paid. “Ai!! Ayos mio! Mucho gracias!! The old man yelled ecstatically. I looked at Caroline who just shrugged. He turned towards me, and smiled as wide as he could. “This is a good woman! You keep her.” He spat out as Caroline blushed. “Thank you again, and good night” I smiled as a pulled myself out of the taxi. We both got out and stood on the sidewalk as the taxi driver rolled down his window. “When you need a driver, I drive you! Just message me. Buenos noches, ladies.” he sang out with the biggest smile on his face.

“What did you pay him?” I asked as he drove away. Caroline shrugged her shoulders, she was in fact a very humble person. “What he needed to be paid?” She tried, and I shook my head as I smiled. She had tipped well, and I knew because she wouldn’t let me see the receipt. “Do you wanna come up?” I asked her to break the awkward silence. “We can sit on my balcony, and have a some water or whatever you let yourself consume.” I joked, and she smiled a shy smile. “Uh. That would be nice.” She replied with eagerness in her voice. We walked towards the entrance, and I tapped my code on the little tab to be let in. In silence, we walk to the elevator and we took the elevator up to my floor. “Apartment 1802” I said as I once again tapped in my code. “The code is 3101, feel free to use it if you want.” I said as I was focused on tapping in my code. It wasn’t easy as I was a bit tipsy. We entered my apartment and Caroline stood there in shock taking it all in. “Wo-“ she started before I cut her off “it’s not my apartment, it’s the clubs. I just rent it, I could never in a million years buy something like this” I said ironically and laughed while I got two champagne glasses ready. I pulled out a Norwegian drink, Farris, on the counter. My grandparents had been there two weeks prior, and they brought me all my favourite snacks. I poured the drink into the glasses. “Here you go” I said as I reached it towards Caroline that was still admiring the apartment and the views. She turned towards me and said “I don’t drink alcohol” she started as I rolled my eyes. “Babe, it’s not alcohol! It’s Farris!” Her eyes widened. I was not too sure if it was because of the Farris part or because of the babe part. I had a habit of calling everyone babe, so I raised an eyebrow. «Oh, thats actually my favourite drink” she said as she took a sip. I giggled, and suddenly I came to the realisation that I had watermelon in the fridge. Fresh juicy watermelon! I did a turnaround and ripped the fridge open. I pulled out the bowl I had previously cut up in triangles and walked towards the balcony. Caroline willingly followed me towards the stunning views. I sat down in one of chairs I had placed outside, and she slowly sat down beside me in awe of the sunset. “Here” I said, “Take some watermelon, it’s very hydrating.” I giggled as I pushed the box towards her. She smirked and grabbed a piece. “Sound like something I would say.” She said as she took a sip. Watermelon juice went flying everywhere! In her lap; her t-shirt and even at her socks. I giggled hysterically. I loved to laugh when I was sober, but when I was drunk? Oh boy, I giggled over anything.

“Ah, faen” Caroline swore under her breath as I giggled while she was trying to run the pink liquid off her white top. Her face was slowly turning red enough to match the watermelon. “I should get home..” Caroline reluctantly said, and as if I had just found the cure for cancer, I stood up and sprinted towards my walk in closet. I grabbed my favourite lululemon hoodie considering it was the only piece of clothing that were oversized enough to fit her tall body. “Here” I proudly announced as she looked up. Her eyes widened when she saw the color of the item. “What!” I said “get the stick out of you ass” I said as I kept giggling. She shook her head and sighted. “I really should get going home” she mumbled as she poured down the last drop of Farris and stood up. “Oh really” I teased, “Do you have a secret girlfriend at home that is expecting you?”. Her face went red, and her eyes once again resembled an owl’s eyes.

I mentally slapped myself for saying it, and I instantly knew that I would regret this as soon as I sobered up tomorrow morning. “I-I” she said as she mumbled the last part of the sentence. “You what?” I asked nervously, could it be that she actually had a girlfriend? Or even worse, that she was only into men? I wanted to become one with the gorgeous wooden floor in the apartment. My train of thoughts were interrupted by her clearing up her voice. “I’ve never had a girlfriend, or a boyfriend, or anyone. I don’t really think I would like a boyfriend either as I don’t like men..” she said as I felt about 500 kg lighter. That cleared things up pretty quickly. “Never?” I asked curiously, “how come?”. She sighted again and looked more at the floors than on me. “I guess nobody has ever, uhm, you know, found me attractive or something.” she said as she swallowed for a second, visibly struggling with her words. We both went quiet for a while, and the silence was broken by my yawn. “Do you maybe wanna sleep over?” I suggested to see if she was interested. She nodded and I showed her my bedroom and the rest of the apartment. “I’m just gonna shower quickly, so I don’t smell of vodka.” I said as I headed for the shower. I had so many questions, so many things I was wondering about and so many thoughts. I was definitely a thinker, but I was also good with communication. Caroline was not the best with sharing her feelings and thoughts. Usually, the things she said sounded like she had planned to say it, especially on practice. I was thinking about how she had made friends, as I knew she was pretty close with Alexia, Oona and Mapi.

My thoughts were rambling as I stood in the hot shower for what felt like ages. I popped on my pyjamas as I wanted to respect her and not be naked. My pj’s was a two piece set with a shorts and a tank top with spaghetti straps. It was a sheer pink color with lace on the edges, and it was somewhat revealing. I dried my hair with a towel, leaving it to air dry while I did a quick round of skincare. Skincare was so important to me, it made me feel good and I believe that if you feel good, you look good. I stepped out of the bathroom, and walked into my bedroom expecting to see Caroline in my bed. The shock on my face when I could find her, was rather disturbing. I looked around me, and anxiety started to boil. Had I done something? Did she get the wrong signal? Was she angry? My thoughts were cut off by a cough. A rather loud raspy cough which scared me shitless. All my senses activated, and I grabbed a hanger I had on my hook. I slowly walked into the living room to find nobody. I check out the bathrooms and the kitchen, even the walk in closet and the balcony. Nothing! Perhaps it was just a neighbour? I settled on that explanation and shuffled to the bedroom.

As I walked to the bedroom, I wanted to grab myself an extra pillow from the guest room because I was not a fan of alcoholic reflux. I walked into the guest room and there she was in all her glory. “What on earth are you doing?” I asked her as a leaned towards the doorframe. She had a confused look on her face and tilted her head as she said “wasn’t I invited to sleep over?” I giggled and made myself a mental note to remember that she could not take a hint even if it was handed to her. “Yes, in my bed pretty girl” I said as a smiled and she suddenly became red again. “Oh, it’s just that.. I have never..I’m not into..” she started. I was just as confused as her about where this conversation was headed.

It suddenly clicked in my mind. She this I’m trying to one night stand her! “This is not a one night stand” I said as I smiled and moved towards her. “I’m just trying to get to know you better, okay? I’m taking it slow with you.” I assured her as I reached my hand out. She took the blanket off her and grabbed my hand as she followed me to the main bedroom. “Besides I said, in this room; there is a big ass flatscreen” I said as we entered. She looked at it and nodded. We hopped into bed, and girl. She had never cuddled anyone in her entire life. She slid into the bed and was as stiff as a stick. “Do you need help?” I asked her and she nodded desperately. “Alright, this is how you cuddle. The big spoon is the one holding the other person. The small spoon is the one being held.” I stated as I turned myself around. She was laying flat on her back, so I curled up next to her on my side. “Then, you move this arm and hold in here” I stated as I positioned myself and her. I laid my head on her chest and held around her with my other arm as I was almost laying on my belly. She adjusted, and let out a releaved breath. “I think I like this” she said, and I lifted my head as I looked up at her. I smiled, and continued “this is cuddling. You can stroke my back, play with my hair, kiss the top of my head or just lay still.” I said as I yawned. She softened once again, and started breathing heavily. Then we both drifted off to sleep.

#caroline graham hansen #woso imagine

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Hey, Romanoff!

Requested by @nooneno - Avengers are heroes, but also celebrities. Natasha hates this, especially the paparazzi that follow the team around. Then, she meets you. Enemies to lovers.

Her day got off to a wrong start.

“Hey, Romanoff”

Natasha knows that voice.

She hates that voice.

“You’re looking good” you insist, snapping a couple of pictures as the redhead keeps walking away from you. “Come on, turn around, show off your new hairstyle”

“Don’t you have somewhere else to be?” she speaks, still not facing you.

“This is kind of my job, Natasha” you chuckle and she fights the urge to take your camera and throw it across the street.

Unfortunately, ever since Bucky broke one with his hands, all of the Avengers are on the spotlight.

Stupid paparazzi.

“Hey, these are good images. Ugh, except this one, you look like Ronald McDonald here”

“Excuse me?” the Russian stops, finally turning around.

“Gotcha” you say, finally getting an image of her face. You cackle when Natasha realizes what you’ve done.

Pleased with your pictures, you stop chasing after her. Your eyes linger on that last shot.

Natasha Romanoff may be a stuck up bitch, but she’s a very beautiful one.

“Have a nice day” you say and are met with the somewhat familiar view of her middle finger raised at you. “Beautiful! My editor’s gonna love this”

It’s just like every other day at the office. The rest of the team is sitting around at what your boss calls “the pit”.

“Morning, Tom-Tom” you greet, placing a latte in front of your coworker and friend. He smiles up at you and you ruffle his hair.

“Someone’s in a good mood. Did you spot your favorite celebrity?”

“Yeah, she got a haircut. It’s ridiculous how good she looks with anything” you take a seat next to him, sipping your hot cocoa.

“I’ll tell you what’s ridiculous; you won’t admit you have a crush on her, Flash”

“Shut it. I can’t believe that stupid nickname stuck around”

“You like that too” he teases and turns back to Eddie, making his typical entrance wearing jeans and a blue t-shirt.

“Morning, my despicable minions. Did you do your morning rounds? Who got the finger today?”

“I did!” you shout, proudly. “Romanoff”

“Holy shit, Flash! You win!”

“I know! It was awesome”

Eddie high fives you, because he loves to piss off Earth’s mightiest heroes. Something about his penthouse being destroyed during the battle of New York.

The rest of the meeting goes by as usual, commenting on the pictures and articles that will be going up in the following days. You’re the only girl in the team, but it’s actually nice and comfortable.

The guys go out of their way to take care of you, but it’s not like you need it. You’ve been out on your own since you can remember.

“Don’t forget that the Stark gala is two days from now. Tom and Andrew, you will be on duty”

“Actually…” Tom begins to speak but you interrupt him.

“I wanted to see if we can swap. You know, with Romanoff hating me and everything, I might get you some good pictures”

“Yeah, awesome. Whatever” Eddie says.

“What was that for? You know it’s my wife’s birthday” Tom nudges your side.

“Yeah and you know how weird he gets when people remind him you have lives outside of this shitty job. That way he won’t snap at you”

“Aw, it’s so nice you don’t have a life to piss him off”

“Don’t make me take back my offer, jerk”

Out of all the Avengers, Tony’s the nicest one to your lot. He always sticks around for a couple of pictures, making a cheeky comment and saying something silly as he walks away.

Steve is the nicest, obviously, but you can tell the attention makes him fidget. A polite smile is all you get before he goes inside Stark Tower.

Colonel Rhodes seems very pleased with the attention, but you roll your eyes. After taking pictures of some random people that insist they’re tabloid worthy -no, they’re not- Natasha finally arrives.

As usual, she ignores everyone.

“Hey, Romanoff” you wolf-whistle and she turns to you, a murder glare in her eyes. It’s all you need to get a decent photo, the rest of the people scrambling to get her attention.

“Nice” Andrew comments, looking over your shoulder. He’s the most experienced member of the team, and basically acts like your paparazzi-dad.

Less and less people walk through the main door and at this time, most photographers leave the place.

“You gonna stick around, kiddo?” Andrew checks as you sit by the back door.

“Yeah, maybe catch them smoking something crazy” you smile and he fist bumps you.

“Don’t stay too late, ok?”

“Yes, sir”

Your patience is rewarded fifteen minutes later, as Natasha walks out, a blonde woman following her.

“Romanoff” you shout again. The blonde turns around, smiling. You notice she’s younger than Natasha and when she speaks she has a thick Russian accent.

“Hi, there” she waves at you.

“Yelena, what the hell are you doing?” Natasha hisses, trying to drag the woman away from you.

“Greeting your friend, she called your name” the blonde explains, walking back to you.

“She’s not my friend, she’s with the tabloids”

“Like the paparazzi? That’s so cool. I want to pose” Yelena shows around her outfit and you go along, snapping a couple of pictures.

“Yeah, the camera loves you! You’re so much better than Natasha” the redhead growls at your words. “Hey, come on. I’m just complimenting your date, don’t get jealous”

“Oh, no” Yelena laughs. “She’s my sister, not my date”

“Stop telling her stuff, she’s gonna post it everywhere and people will know who you are”

“Wow, hey” you put the camera down, changing your demeanor. “I don’t want to risk her life. Here, I’ll delete the pictures. And I promise I won’t tell people you have a sister, ok?”

“No, I want to see the picturesss!” Yelena pleads, giving her sister some serious puppy eyes.

“Well, you could give me your number and I’ll send them to you?” you offer with a sly smile. You flirt your way out of every situation and to get exclusive information about the people you follow.

Why should this be any different now?

The blonde turns to her sister and speaks in Russian. Natasha rolls her eyes, but nods.

“Here” Yelena pulls a pen out of her coat, taking your arm and scribbling her number. “See you around…”

“Y/N or Flash, whatever you like”

“Flash” Yelena nods and winks at you.

For the first time since you’ve met her, Natasha looks back at you and she doesn’t seem annoyed at all.

That’s definitely new.

Days like these are your favorite. You’re sitting by your desk, next to the open window. It’s hard to explain, but the smell of the air reminds you of the rain; judging by the cloudy sky, it’s going to be pouring in a few hours.

You sip your cup of cocoa and sigh at the sweet taste of the drink.

“Ha, this one definitely goes to the folder” you drag an image, pleased with yourself.

The meme contest is coming up and you’re determined to win; you’ll give yourself an extra pat on the back if it’s with an image of Natasha doing a weird face or something.

So far, you have pictures from Barton, Tony Stark and some other celebrities that you find everytime you walk around the exclusive sites in New York City.

“One of Barnes, just for the fun of it” you mutter, browsing through your hard drive. Unfortunately, Bucky always looks the same -his face sporting a combination of a frown and a glare- so there’s not much you can do there.

Something else quickly catches your eye, though. You have pictures from Barnes in five different locations and every time, there’s a man following him. It’s hard to see his face, but he’s almost always taking pictures with a cheap camera.

“Huh” you sigh, saving all the pictures you can find of the mystery man in a separate folder. Then you go through every Avengers picture you have and the same thing happens.

Someone seems to be following them, acting as paparazzi to go unnoticed.

Or maybe you’re just paranoid.

Either way, you’d rather be safe than sorry. You grab the drive, knowing there’s a good chance Natasha won’t want to speak to you.

There’s even a better chance she’ll kick your ass.

It’s been two hours since you arrived at the SHIELD building. Apparently, you’re not even allowed to wait in the lobby without clearance so you’re forced to stand outside, your back to the wall and the front of your shirt soaked by the rain.

The rain is so dense you almost miss the two figures that leave a black car and run to one of the doors.

“Hey, wait” you run to them. Natasha stops so abruptly, you end up crashing against her back. “Go away”

“I need to speak to you”

“Flash! What’s wrong?” Yelena says, pushing you to the lobby. “You’re all wet, come in, before you get sick”

“What do you want?” Natasha eyes you curiously, noticing your soaked clothes.

“There’s something you need to see. Someone’s been following the Avengers”

“Yeah, right” she rolls her eyes.

“Please” you hand over the drive, not interested in arguing with her. The only thing you can do is warn her.

“Fine” she takes it and you nod, eager to go back to your place and take a shower.

“Wait! We’ll give you some dry clothes while we check this out. Then you’ll tell us everything you know”

“Ok” you sigh, relieved at the idea of getting warm again.

“Do you think she’s telling the truth?” Steve says, looking at the security camera as you wait around the interrogation room.

“I’m not sure. She doesn’t have any reason to lie about this. But she’s also extremely annoying”

“I’ve rarely seen you this annoyed at someone” Steve comments. “Why does she bother you so much?”

“Because she likes her” Yelena says behind them and Steve smiles, while Natasha turns to glare at her sister. “Oops, I didn’t mean to say that out loud. But come on, sestra, don’t be mad. You know it’s true”

“Let’s go, Rogers” Natasha rolls her eyes. As soon as she enters the room, your eyes meet hers and she quickly avoids your stare.

You take it as a sign that she’s still unhappy with your presence.

“Hi, Y/N” Steve greets you, sitting in front of you.

“Cap. Did you check the pictures? Am I crazy? Under arrest for wasting your time?”

“No, we think you’re right” Steve says. “You’re sure you’ve never seen any of the men in the pictures before?”

“Yes. I know everyone that works for the tabloids, even freelancers. The cameras they’re using seem super cheap; I doubt they’re getting decent images. It’s like… they’re props to play the part, if it makes sense?”

“We can’t do anything about it, though. It’s not illegal to be in the streets pretending to be photographing someone” Natasha speaks to no one in particular.

“Let’s run some of the images through facial recognition”

“I can keep an eye out. If I see them again, I’ll try to get better pictures and send them to you” you offer.

“No” Natasha interjects. Right, of course she’d never work with you. “If you see them again, call me”

“Oh, is that how you’re finally asking for my number?” you wiggle your eyebrows and she grumbles.

“I just don’t want you to do anything stupid. We have the upper hand and I’d like to keep it that way”

“Whatever you say, Romanoff”

Steve is trying to hide his smile at the exchange but you can see the amusement in his eyes.

By the time you get back to your apartment, all you want to do is sleep.

“Do not disturb” you complain when your phone pings.

Natasha: Remember to call me when you see them

Y/N: Who’s this?

Natasha: You’re not funny. And you left your drive here.

Y/N: Don’t open the meme folder.

Natasha: I’ll give you 20 dollars if you submit that last picture of Clint

Y/N: Deal

You smile at the screen of your phone. Who knew that Romanoff had it in her to be a joker.

You keep an eye out, but the team seems to be limiting their public outings while they figure out who’s watching them. Instead of going after the Avengers, you spend a couple of afternoons at the set of an upcoming show to “leak” the pictures and make the fans curious about the show.

Then, a quick tour around 30 Rock to photograph the stars arriving at the various talk shows hosted in the building.

When you finally get home, you heat some leftovers and wait for the microwave to ping while you stare out the window.

“Holy shit!” you launch yourself to the floor, crawling to your room. Without missing a beat, you pull out the camera and start taking pictures of a group of men, carrying something in a warehouse that’s been abandoned since you moved here.

They are the same men that have been following the Avengers.

“Pick up, pick up, pick up” you mutter with urgency as you try to reach Natasha.

“Where are you?”

“My place”

“Then why are you calling me?”

“Oh, I just wanted to hear your voice, Romanoff. Come on! I can see them from my window, they’re carrying something inside a warehouse”

“Send me the coordinates”

“Do I look like Google Maps, Natasha?”

“You know what I mean”

“Then ask for the address like a normal person”

“Shut up”

She hangs up and you keep peering out the window. You knew this place was a shithole but if it’s being used to hide criminals you really gotta move.

“Where are they?” Natasha walks past you, looking out the window. Most of the men are gone now, but there’s still a black USV outside. “License plates”

“Yeah” you grab your camera, trying to adjust the settings in the dark. You barely manage to take a picture before they drive away.

“I’m gonna need to use your computer to send this to Steve” she looks around and for the first time, you’re aware that Natasha Romanoff, the woman you antagonize almost on a daily basis, is standing in the middle of your apartment.

She looks a little out of place, but it’s not an unpleasant sight.

“What?” she snaps when you stare but the moment is gone, so you roll your eyes and point at her shoes.

“Mud. All over my floor”

“Sorry, I wasn’t aware you live in Buckingham Palace, princess”

“Just take the memory card and go”

“I’m not leaving” Natasha shakes her head, walking back to the kitchen.

“Excuse me?” you follow her around, whisper yelling, scared that the bad guys have super hearing.

“They could be back at any minute” she explains and you roll your eyes.

“Then I’ll send you pictures”

“You’re a civilian”

“And you’re a pain in the ass”

“It’s not up for discussion, Y/N'' she says and you know there’s really no point in arguing with her. So you cross your arms in front of you, anxious at the idea of spending hours alone with a woman that hates your guts.

“Here’s the computer. I’m taking a shower” you finally concede, walking away.

“Good, you stink” Natasha says, opening your laptop and only God knows how she manages to get your password on the first try.

“You’re such an ass”

By the time you’re done with your very long, very cold shower, you’ve lost your appetite, so you get a twinkie and walk back to your room. Natasha is sitting by the window, at an angle where she can see everything that happens on the street without getting caught.

“Nothing?” you say, your mouth full of bread.

“You’re going to rot your insides if you keep eating that”

“Come on, don’t knock it till you try it” you lean forward, offering the last bite of the twinkie. Natasha actually opens her mouth and lets you feed her. There’s something hypnotic about the way she holds your stare.

“It’s gross” she protests.

“Spitters are quitters”

You can allow a lot of things, but she absolutely will not waste the last bite of a twinkie, which is arguably the best.

“You’re even more gross”

“Sing it” you agree, leaning back in your bed. “You’re gonna sit there all night?”

“That’s what one does in a stake out”

“Ok, I’ll take the next shift. Wake me up when it’s my turn” you rest on your side. Natasha is amazed at how quickly you fall asleep, completely unfazed by her presence.

You’re either incredibly stupid, or you trust her completely.

She kinda wishes it’s the latter.

But a second later, you laugh in your sleep and mutter.

“I’m the Twin-Kween”

So, maybe you’re just really dumb.

It’s 4 AM when you stirr awake. Miss I-can-do-this-all-night is all but snoring in her chair by the window.

“Hey, get some sleep” you guide her to the bed and to your surprise, Natasha barely resists.

“Your coffee sucks”

“It’s decaf. Now, rest. I’ll let you know if anything happens”

Of course, it’s all quiet and as the sun rises, it’s even less likely that the criminals across the street will do anything too suspicious.

The view from the kitchen window is decent enough, so you start cooking breakfast for two. Pancakes and bacon will have to do for today.

“Sorry, did I wake you?” you grimace as Natasha walks out of the room, her nose scrunching up adorably as she yawns.

Wait, no. It’s just a yawn. Nothing cute about it. Stop.

“It’s ok. I’m a light sleeper”

“Well, then. Breakfast will be ready soon” you promise.

“I don’t suppose you have a very strong cup of coffee”

“Sorry, it makes me all jittery. I can go get you some. Or offer you orange juice”

“Juice is fine, thanks” she looks around. “This smells great”

“What, no fancy chef at your fancy tower?” you flip a pancake and serve two in a plate. After setting some bacon on the side, you stretch your arm towards her. She looks like she’s about to say something else, but an incoming facetime call interrupts her.

“Ana Banana” you greet, leaning your phone against the sink. A child screams on the other side, and you quickly realize Ana’s phone is held hostage by her children. “Hey, bug, put mama on the line, will ya?”

“Children, stop it” she says, finally snatching the phone. “Hey, sis”

“Another manic day?”

“Yeah, you could say that. You ok? How’s your shitty job?”

“Same as usual” you shrug your shoulders, aware that Natasha is listening to everything.

“Well, I guess it’s not so bad if you get to see your celebrity crush, right?”

Well, shit.

You almost knock the pan as you try to hide your blush.

“Ana, you can’t say stuff like that. They’re super paranoid and probably listening to this. I mean, my phone is probably bugged or some shit”

Natasha is smirking.

“Is your boss still a jerk, though?”

“Is the Pope Catholic?”

“Fair enough”

“Listen, I got like a million errands. But is Jack ok? You need anything?”

“He’s getting better. Doctor Ray is a lot more optimistic after the last surgery. That check you sent really helped get the insurance off our backs. Thank you”

“Thank the hot redhead that gives me the finger every other day. That’s why I still have a job” you say, uncomfortable with Ana’s emotional speech. Natasha chuckles.

“Well, if I ever meet her, I’ll tell her she better be nice to my sister” a crash and some loud cry interrupt her.

“Go” you wave goodbye and the call ends.

Now you regret it, because there’s a silence hanging in the air as you finish with your pancakes.

“Sisters can be a pain” Natasha spares you the embarrassment and you nod.

“Yeah. I mean, we’re not sisters. We grew up together in a foster home, but still. She’s the closest thing I have to family, I guess”

“I’m sorry” you shrug your shoulders and keep eating, hoping she won’t ask anything else. But of course, it’s in her nature to know more. “Is your boss really an asshole?”

“Depends on the day. Most times he’s chill. And he likes my work, so I’m rarely in his path. But I do hate how he’s with the rest of the team. They’re nice people, even when you all hate our kind”

“That’s not exactly fair” her voice softens and your defenses immediately drop.

“Listen, I do it for the money. I was working as a freelance for a magazine, but then Ana’s kid got sick and I felt like I could do more, help her out and her husband. If I get to piss you off, that’s just a bonus”

“Jerk” Natasha says, but her tone lacks any malice.

It’s nice to talk to someone. You’ve never told anyone all of this. There’s a certain peace, knowing someone can understand your life hasn’t always been easy.

Eddie calls a minute later, ruining your mood.

“Where are they?” he barks and you don’t need to put him on speaker for Natasha to hear.

“Who?”

“Who, who? What are you? A fucking owl? The fucking Avengers, Flash! We haven’t posted anything about them in almost a week”

“They might be on a mission, you know that, Eddie”

“I only keep you around because you give me good content. Get off your fucking ass and find me something, hot stuff”

“Lovely” you say as he hangs up and Natasha stands up, kicking the chair. “What?”

“I’m gonna kill him”

“Hey, wow, slow down. He’s all talk and definitely not worth it”

“I’d still like to kill him”

“If it makes you feel better, you kind of destroyed his penthouse in the battle of New York”

Natasha ponders for a second, clearly unsatisfied.

“Let me make a call. I think I can get him off your back”

“Are you calling to have him killed?” you say nervously, but she walks away with a mischievous glint in her green eyes.

The girl’s got some serious power, because an hour later you meet with the Winter Soldier and snap some “candid” pictures of him working out.

It’s a bit scary and he looks bored most of the time but when you tell him that’s enough and he can go, he actually smiles.

“Oh, tell Romanoff that if she’s done playing house, we might have a lead”

“I will” you blush as he gives you a once over and walks away.

Eddie is giddy like a schoolgirl the minute you step into his office.

“What do you think it’s a good headline?”

“How about Winter just got hot - Barnes shows off his muscles in outdoor workout”

“You’re a genius!”

His moodswing practically gives you whiplash. This morning he was ready to kick your ass to the curb. But, since Natasha gave you enough to keep him off your back, you leave the office early and stop by the grocery store.

“I’m home” you announce.

That’s weird. You’ve never lived with anyone, so you never speak when you get to your apartment.

But there she is. Smiling.

“Uh… hi. I thought we could have some pasta tonight” you busy yourself with the things you need, keeping those weird thoughts away.

“Did Barnes behave?” she asks in a tone that makes it very clear the Winter Soldier will get his ass kicked if Natasha doesn’t like the answer.

“He was really nice. Insisted I call him Bucky and all”

“Well, he’s single, in case you’re interested”

Natasha seems actually… disappointed with the idea? You gotta eat something fast, because at this point you’re delusional.

“Cheer up” you get close to her, your fingers tilting her head up. “You’re about to have the best meal of your life”

“Am I?” she holds your stare and all you can do is nod. The redhead is nice enough to offer to help, but you honestly don’t know how to cook with someone all over your kitchen, so she goes back to spying on the criminals.

“Food’s ready!”

“Smells good”

“Told ya” you pour two glasses of wine and mentally pat yourself in the back, because the pasta tastes delicious.

“Where did you learn to cook like that?”

“Before I was a professional stalker, I worked at a family restaurant. The Nonna taught me how to cook. Why? Want some lessons?”

“I can hold my own”

“I’ll have to find out sometime, won’t I?” you snort as you remember Bucky’s words. “Oh, by the way, Barnes said you’re playing house and that they have a lead”

“He’s an ass and I already spoke to Steve. Seems like a group with biochemical weapons” she says it so casually while you almost choke on your fork full of pasta.

There are criminals with biohazard material across from your place.

“I really gotta move out” you mumble, annoyed. Stupid gentrification and crime.

“What’s with all the dog pictures?” she interrupts the silence after a beat.

“What’s with snooping around in my files?” you snark back and she actually looks embarrassed.

“Maybe you should password protect them”

“Would that have stopped you?”

“No”

You both laugh at that. After taking a sip of wine, you answer her. Why not? If she wants to know, you’ll tell her. Setting your fork down, you look at Natasha and speak.

“I’d love to be a pet photographer. Like, professional, holy crap, that dog is the cutest shit you’ve ever seen kind of thing”

“Ok. What’s with the stare?”

“Waiting for you to laugh at me”

“I won’t. It’s kind of cute”

“Thanks”

Thanks? What are you, twelve?

“I would have liked to be a ballet teacher” Natasha blurts out and you beam. Yeah, you could totally see it, especially with how graceful and beautiful she is.

“So, if you saw all those dog pics you also saw that picture, right?”

It’s probably the best picture you’ve ever taken and it happened by complete accident. During an afternoon walk, you spotted Natasha. Her hair was down, except for a small braid to the side. She was wearing a yellow cardigan and black pants.

As she approached the cafe, a little girl pointed excitedly at her. Next thing you knew, the redhead kneeled to speak to the child, who was wearing a Black Widow shirt. That’s why she was so happy, she was meeting her hero.

“Why didn’t you publish it?”

“I’d like the world to see it. See how important you are to little girls that want to save the world. But not from some tabloid that posts clickbait. You know?”

Natasha stares at you, but doesn’t speak, and neither do you. There’s something she’s trying to understand, and she’s the only one that can get there. So you let her be.

Until her phone rings and she excuses herself.

Barnes is right, you’re playing house with an Avenger and it’s ridiculous. Once Natasha leaves and goes back to hating you, the fall is gonna hurt like a motherfucker.

“I’ll be right back” Natasha walks out in a rush, going for the door.

“Wow, hey, where are you going?”

“Stark disabled their cameras and they’re distracting them. I have a couple of minutes to break in”

“I’m coming with you”

“Absolutely not” she halts and you almost crash against her.

“You’re not going alone, Natasha” you sprint past her, going down the steps at full speed.

“How are you so fast?” she says, going after you.

“I have to chase super soldiers for a living, remember?”

“Here” Natasha pushes you to the side, picking the lock and opening the door to the warehouse. “I’ll look around. Take some pictures and make sure no one’s coming”

You nod, pulling out your phone. There are vials with some red liquid and a lot of guns. Your hand trembles as you browse through some folders and manage to photograph the files. There’s one with Natasha’s name on it, so you scan through the words, trying to remember as much as you can.

“We gotta go” the redhead drags you away, going through a side door.

“Wait, Nat, we have to go back. There’s a file with your name on it”

“It’s ok, they’ll be here any minute”

You cross the street and as you’re reaching the entrance of your building, the black SUV pulls up.

“Shit” Natasha hisses, holding on tighter to your hand. It’s clear you won’t make it inside without being spotted.

“Do you trust me?” you ask, pulling Natasha back to you. She doesn’t have time to answer, as you press your lips against hers. You make sure her back is to the street, so the men only see your face.

They linger for a minute or two, so Natasha’s mouth stays on yours and at some time, one of you deepens the kiss. Your hands rake through her hair and she sighs against your lips.

“I…” you stutter when she pulls apart, certain that you’re about to pass out.

“Come on, let’s get inside”

To your surprise, Iron Man and Captain America are waiting in your kitchen.

“Do you people ever knock?” you feel irritated at the intrusion, secretly hoping it would be just you and Natasha, to talk about whatever the hell that was.

Unless there’s nothing to talk about.

“Here” Natasha hands Stark one of the vials. “I think I know what it is. Chemical subjugation”

“But mass produced” Steve completes.

“We think they were following us to see who would be more vulnerable” Tony completes. “They’ll probably want to control us to hurt people”

“Turn the public against you” it finally clicks, and you look at Natasha. She reaches for your hand, a comforting touch. “Are they going after you?”

“Maybe. It is something out of the Red Room, after all” you shudder, looking down. “Hey, it’s fine. I’ll be fine”

“We have an idea. But we’ll need your help” Steve looks at you.

“Like hell” Natasha stands in front of you.

“Let him speak at least” you nudge her and she sighs. Tony and Steve share an amused look before going to you.

“We have enough to go seize the place, but we’d like to set up a little trap in case one of them escapes. Romanoff is the bait” Tony explains.

“Bait? Seriously? And you’re ok with this?” you turn to Natasha and she shrugs her shoulders.

“That’s the job. If we don’t stop them now, they’ll hurt a lot of people”

“So, what am I supposed to do?” you cross your arms, anxious.

“Natasha will be out on the street, nothing too big because we don’t want people getting hurt. You can be there and be her eyes; if you see someone suspicious, she’ll take care of it”

“Ok” you say.

“You don’t have to” Natasha steps forward.

“Yes, I do” you squeeze her hand and smile.

“Well, unless you want to gaze into each other’s eyes all night, we have some planning to do” Stark interrupts.

“I’ll see you tomorrow” Natasha hangs by the door a second later and you nod.

As she leaves your apartment, you’re scared about how lonely it feels without her.

“You’re being too obvious” a raspy voice says to your ear. It’s like she’s standing right next to you.

“I’m not” you grumble, fidgeting with the comm stuck to your ear.

“It’s ok. It will be over soon” Natasha promises through the ear piece.

And then what? You’ll go back to chasing her on the streets, saying dumb shit just to piss her off?

God, that’s so depressing.

“I’m on my way to the door” Natasha’s warning snaps you back to the present, so you walk to the entrance of the building and act as if it’s just another day following an Avenger.

“Hey, Romanoff!” you shout, but this time she turns around, smiling at you.

Fuck, she’s beautiful.

Double fuck, you’re in love with her.

“Did you do anything fun these past few days? The public missed you” you say, snapping a couple of pictures. More people join, calling for her and she looks around, trying to figure out if they pose a threat.

“They’re all good” you say in a low voice, confirming you recognise them. Natasha nods almost imperceptibly and keeps walking.

“Take some pictures, Y/N” she reminds you, so you lift the camera and look through the viewfinder. Just as she’s about to reach the crosswalk, you see the black SUV driving down the road.

“Shit. Everyone down, come on, walk away!” you warn the crowd, only a handful of them reacting in time. Natasha is focused on pushing them off the street, her back to the criminals racing to get her.

“Natasha!” you run to her, pushing her to the side as a man opens the passenger door, a gun in hand.

The only thing you remember is pushing her, then a blast and screams.

“Shit, Steve, Sam! I need back up here” Natasha requests, kneeling next to you. As you turn around, you find a pool of blood, coming out of your stomach.

“Well, that’s gonna leave a stain”

“Shit” Natasha drags you to the alley. Sam Wilson flies and lands in front of you, shielding you with his suit. “You idiot, why did you do that?”

“Come on Tasha, it’s not like anybody is going to miss me. You save the world every day” you land on your back, vaguely aware that you’re dying.

“Your sister…”

“Ana has like fifty kids. She’ll be fine” you laugh, but then start coughing, feeling the taste of blood in your mouth. “Shit, that can’t be good, huh?”

“Shh, try to stay calm, help is coming” she pleads, one of her hands applying pressure to your wound and the other caressing your cheek.

“It’s ok, I’m not scared. You’re right here with me”

“I’m not leaving. And hey, don’t tell anyone, but I think I’d really miss you too” she tries to smile and you chuckle.

“Liar”

Your eyes are closing.

“You can be annoying and all, but I really think I would. So please, please stay with me?” her voice is breaking. You don’t want to make Natasha sad.

She deserves to be happy.

“I always thought your eyes were so beautiful. I’m really glad they’re the last thing…”

“No, no, please, stay awake”

But you can’t do as she asks.

If this is heaven, then the whole idea is a rip off. As you open your eyes, there’s an IV stuck to your arm, a blinding light and a pressure on your side.

“Hey, Romanoff” you say as your eyes adjust to the light. The woman is asleep next to your bed, her hand resting on yours.

“You’re up” she smiles and you nod.

“I’m awake. I wouldn’t say I’m up just yet” you try to take a deep breath but it hurts. “Ouch. How long was I out?”

“20 hours, give or take. You’re on a lot of painkillers right now”

“Got anything stronger? Like death?” you mumble.

“Don’t joke with that” she asks, helping you up.

“Are you ok, though?” your thumb runs across her temple, where she’s sporting a little bruise.

“Just scared that you’d die on me” she leans against your touch.

“Yeah, but if you think about it, no paparazzi would ever follow you again. They’d be too scared to go next”

“I don’t want us to go back to that”

“Good thing I’m quitting, then” you smile and her eyes widen.

“Really?”

“I thought about it before, but this is all the proof I need that I want to do something I actually like”

“I support that one hundred percent” Natasha leans her forehead against yours.

“You’re gonna miss me, Romanoff?”

“Not one bit” she doesn’t give you time to feel hurt, as she leans forward and captures your lips in a tender kiss. “Because I plan on taking you out and being around for a long time. If you’ll have me”

“Yes, I’ll have all of you, Nat” you smile against her lips.

“Hey, Romanoff”

Natasha knows that voice. It’s from the person she loves most.

The redhead turns around, and sees you carrying two cones of ice cream. You hand over one and she kisses your cheek.

“Picture time” you announce, pulling out your phone to get a selfie. “Looking good”

You lean forward, capturing her lips in a kiss that tastes like chocolate.

Now she likes it when you take pictures of her, because they’re moments she wants to keep forever.

#Natasha Romanoff x y/n #Natasha Romanoff x you

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khaotunq · 6 months

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trick or treat!

HI LIZ!!! AkkAyan college for u~

This fic lies abandoned in my folder because there were too many things I couldn't decide on (like where Ayan ended up going for uni. Mostly where Ayan ended up going for uni.) but here is a snippet!

Ayan had sent his flight tracking number before boarding and had sent him a sleepy selfie before take off, but it had been radio silence ever since, probably because he was sleeping to try and escape the worst of the jet lag.

The flight landing had been delayed and Akk had resorted to braiding the leaves of a plant in the lounge just to keep himself busy, so he was caught off guard when the doors slid open. He shoved up from his seat and was almost immediately bowled back into it by a warm, familiar weight. Ayan was home. He was used to these airport reunions by that point, so Akk wasn't shy about wrapping his arms around him in front of Ayan's entire flight, most of whom didn't appear to have sprinted past the gate the way Ayan must have.

He probably felt like hours of travel, but he smelled like home. Akk pressed his face into his shoulder and squeezed, hard. Something he hadn't noticed before that moment settled somewhere behind his sternum.

"Hi," Ayan said, content to be squished. His bag had been abandoned on the floor several feet back, but he made no move to retrieve it, apparently trying to fit himself into Akk's lap. "You smell good. I missed how you smell."

"You're ridiculous. No suitcase?"

He shook his head. "Got everything I need right here."

He said it with both hands curled into the material of Akk's t-shirt. He wasn't talking about his bag. Akk smiled. "Ready to go home?"

Ayan's expression, when Akk lifted his head, said he was thinking something cheesy so Akk kissed him gently to cut him off. He tasted faintly of toothpaste and Akk had to pull away to snicker.

"You'd have complained if I tasted like the fact I've been dead to the world for several hours."

"I wouldn't have. Not today." And it was true: he was so elated to just have Ayan back in his arms after months that he wouldn't have cared if Ayan had been doing wasabi shots immediately prior to arrival.

Ayan didn't respond, but he looked pleased. He let Akk tumble him off his lap and brightened even more when Akk went to retrieve his bag and offered his hand to Ayan rather than making him carry it.

"Tell me my mum's out of town for a week."

Akk snorted. "She's making you lunch as we speak. We'll stay with her tonight but tomorrow I'm going back to mine, and you're welcome to join me."

He was yanked to a halt because Ayan stopped dead and pulled him around. "I love you so much." He looked deadly serious, and if this conversation was anything other than Ayan not so subtly telling him they weren't leaving the bedroom for a week, Akk would have melted.

Instead, he smiled and leaned down for a kiss, squeezing his hand. "I love you too. Now come on. The car's going to be unbearable."

It was Ayan's car – he'd insisted on Akk taking over its paperwork because it would just sit and rot in a driveway otherwise, and Akk had a funny feeling Ayan would find some excuse to not officially take it back. He was going back to university after the summer and it would just be a hassle to keep changing it around, Akk thought he'd say.

They exited the airport and were hit with a wall of heat that had Ayan whining in protest the way he did every time he forgot he was from Thailand.

"Did you not park in the shade?"

"Your flight was late – it was in the shade when I got here three hours ago."

"We were only delayed by maybe 45 minutes."

Akk just smiled at him.

Ayan lit up. "You missed me! You got here early? I thought you were at work this morning? Did you call in sick just to wait for me at an airport? Look at you – you did!"

"Don't be ridiculous," Akk said, letting Ayan hip check him to absolutely no effect whatsoever as they crossed to the section where Akk had parked. "I had holiday hours to use."

He waited a moment, smiling. "I've taken the rest of the week off."

Ayan dragged him around again and all but jumped on him. They were in the middle of the car park with the sun beating down, but Ayan's mouth was on his properly for the first time in months and there wasn't a force on earth that could have kept Akk from dropping the bag and wrapping both arms around Ayan to kiss him back properly, almost lifting him completely.

Ayan settled back onto his feet and grinned at him, a little more flushed than the travel and sun could account for.

"Can we stop at your place first?" He asked, a little breathless and toying with the hem of Akk's shirt. "Maybe you forgot something."

Akk laughed and shook his head, beeping the car open and heading around to the driver's side, letting Ayan shove his own bag into the back.

They stopped at Akk's.

They were late to lunch.

#suppaloscurse #ask post #so it is decreed #tuserhidden #akkayan #the eclipse #ficwit #halloween 23 #i have 3k of this but it's abandoned forever unless inspiration strikes #where do i put a fictional character for his fictional education these are the things that truly matter #i'm gonna have to start posting shorter snippets but kdsfkjsdg #i wanna share my nonsense with u alllll

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ilexdiapason · 1 year

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(link to the original story!) | (universe by @liloinkoink, but it’s my nissan micra!)

Well, Martyn’s really and truly fucked it.

It’s all well and good to say you’re living in a fantasy world now, time to seduce the king and shoo off his fiancé, get moving, but actually getting in there and trying to do it had been another story. He’d had great difficulty steering Scar in the right direction with all the restrictions of his palace guard position, he’d constantly had to excuse himself to Skizz about his strange disappearances and slacking behaviour, and worst of all he’d managed to cock it up to the point that Bdubs veered straight off into the Etho route and ran off with him before Martyn got the chance to do anything about it. Which he had really doubted would be possible, given the number of interactions they’d actually had by that point, but apparently it was enough.

He just - he feels like he’s a bad judge for these things. It’s easy when you’ve got a nice big visible bar at the top of the screen to let you know how close you are to being able to smooch your man of choice, but now that this is Martyn’s reality…

Either way. Doesn’t matter. Etho’s used the last of his power in Dogwarts to orchestrate the assassination of the Red King, and it’s all come crashing down.

At least, he assumes that that’s what happened, given that he can’t see an assailant, but Ren’s just been shot in the chest anyway.

Quicker than Cleo’s preferred method, at least, he tries to reassure himself, kneeling and applying pressure to the King’s wound as much as possible, although he knows somewhere deep within him that it’s not gonna work. God, he hasn’t - he’s not played Etho’s route through enough times to keep track of how they bumped the King off, but he’s pretty sure it involved a remotely-detonated mechanism. Something to keep the blame off them scot-free; something Etho would only have the time and inspiration to invent if you unlocked enough special scenes of him forging shirtless and sweaty in the workshop or whatever. If you didn’t, he wouldn’t have the skills, and he’d get the gallows for it instead.

“Who,” Ren croaks from beneath him, “who - who did this?”

“Shh-shh-shh-shh-shh,” Martyn tries fruitlessly to reassure him. “Sir BigB’s run in the direction of what- of whoever it was. Don’t tire yourself out, my lord. Just let me take care of this. You’ll be fine.”

He’s not gonna be fine. God. Shit.

One shot and he’s fucked it.

“This is -” Ren attempts to reach for the arrow lodged between his ribs, but his arms can’t quite coordinate the movement “- too serious. Who -?”

“Don’t,” he insists. “I promise you’ll be okay,” he lies. “Just stay still and I’ll - and help will come.”

The King doesn’t look convinced. The reality of his death appears to be setting in now. He moves instead for the half-moon glasses that sit askew across his nose, nail hitching on an encrusted diamond, pushing them back into place. “You’ll have their head for me, won’t you, soldier?”

“Of course, my liege. Stay down.” Ren needs this, Martyn thinks - in a world where his last hope for love has abandoned him, loyalty will have to do. And Martyn’s going to snitch on Etho for this, for all the good it’ll do. He has to.

“I want them to -” he starts coughing violently, then, and Martyn begins shushing him again, still pressing on the wound, because for all he’s meant to be a knight he’s never actually been taught first aid and he’s just kind of running off the vague memory of hearing that you’re not supposed to pull the knife out.

“Of course.”

“To suffer,” Ren finishes weakly.

“They will see justice, my lord. The hand of Dogwarts will not be kind to them.”

Etho’s gonna fuckin’ pay.

Martyn closes his eyes and listens to the sounds of the castle - to the quiet muttering among the other knights in the room, and the distant noise of celebration, as yet unaware of the fate that’s befallen their King. Today is a holy day, from what he’s gathered, and not one Prince Bdubs was ever in the mind to celebrate. They’re probably halfway to Centuria by now; something about crossing the river in the night, and looking into each other’s eyes, and Etho removing that bandanna for only him, because Bdubs is the only one he trusts enough to show his scars to. Sickening, really. Etho’s killed a man tonight, and all him and Bdubs are thinking about is how pretty each other’s mouths are. Martyn doesn’t want to dwell on that any longer than he has to - but he also really, really doesn’t want to watch the light drain from Ren’s eyes as the search party turns up cold and the Red King dies in his most useless soldier’s arms.

Martyn lets his head drop onto the King’s torso, eyes dry but heart entirely numb. He’s fucked it, and he’s going to have to live with it.

This is his failure. This is his legacy.

When the cold, smooth marble under his knees turns to rough-worn fabric, it’s enough to shock him into sitting up. Except he doesn’t sit - he pitches directly out of an unsteady hammock and on to the planks of the ground, and hold on a second -

Someone barks out a startled laugh. “Woah, man, you good?”

Skizz. Martyn picks himself up and pulls away the blanket that’s tangled around his shoulders and he’s back in the soldier’s quarters, somehow, apparently.

“Don’t tell me you’re already hungover,” says Skizz, and claps him on the shoulder, and isn’t this what he - “C’mon, the engagement party’s tonight! You don’t want to be out of commission before it’s even started.”

“The - tonight?”

But that was - but he’s -

Martyn’s -

“Jeez, man, what did you get up to last night? Yes, that’s tonight, it’s Saturday. I know time flies, but -”

“Sorry, Skizz,” Martyn interrupts, because he’s getting a second chance, and the gleeful truth of it is rising in him like a tsunami, “guess I just lost track of time. Right - engagement party. I’m on it now. Don’t stress.”

“Good,” laughs Skizz, “I already covered for you when Etho came through, but I dunno how I feel about running around after you all night.”

Martyn raises an eyebrow. “Pretty sure you’d do it, no questions, no complaints.”

Of course Skizz has no idea where Martyn gets that impression from, and certainly doesn’t realise that it’s because Skizz already did do that last time, but he still rolls his eyes and smiles. “Yeah. But that’s just ‘cause you’re my dude, and we gotta stick together! Now c’mon, we’re late already. We should head down and get suited up.”

A second chance. Another shot at saving the Red King from the tragedy that is Prince Bdubs’ fickle heart and careless decision-making. Martyn’s got experience now, and he’s gonna learn from his mistakes, and he’s gonna get it right.

Dogwarts can only do so much on her own. It’s looking like she’s gonna need a Hand to extend her reach, to help her keep her king alive and happy.

He barely pays attention while he’s putting on his armour this time, much more occupied by thoughts of what he’s going to say when he finally runs into Ren.

#treesekai #treebark #trafficshipping #joining the parade of ppl who are writing for this au because its so dumb but so appealing #ilexworks

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safic4-m · 1 year

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🤎💉Cum for me

Pairing: Diane Sherman x Fem Lector

Author’s note: Request made bycherylz170810, who asked for a one-shot with Diane, jealousy and smut. In this one-shot there is a small reference of what’s to come.

Word count: 1226

~Master list~

One-shot

Wattpad

You didn’t understand why Diane hated your new neighbor so much, she was a nice woman, you had similar tastes in many things and finally you had someone to share these things Diane didn’t like.

-Cara, I have to go.

-Why?

-Diane will be here soon

-Nooo please stay,- she says pouting.

-I can’t, besides we have an event today

-It’s ok leave me- always dramatic

-It’s not like I’m leaving forever

-Of course you’re trading me for Diane

-She’s my…- being interrupted when she hears someone knocking on the door

Cara gets up to open the door and from your place in the living room you can hear the conversation.

-Mmhh… T/n…

-Leave my wife alone

-Excuse me?

-I want you to stay away from T/n

-But…

-Stay away from her

With that last you hear Diane walk away and you excuse yourself to Cara to go see your wife.

-What happened?- you ask the redhead with intrigue as you find him in the kitchen.

-I don’t know what you’re talking about,- she replies, filling a glass with water.

-I was with Cara,- you say, watching her stiffen.

-What’s the matter?- you ask softly -you’re not like that.

-I don’t like her,- she says angrily looking away.

-You’re lying,- taking her jaw to make her look you in the eye.

-I don’t… I don’t like her,- she says softly.

-Something else is going on and you don’t want to tell me,- just a few centimeters from her lips.

Diane breaks the space between you claiming your lips, her tongue enters your mouth making you moan, only to make her believe that she is the one dominating the kiss,

-Now are you going to tell me what’s going on?,- you ask breaking the kiss.

-Maybe,- she says above a whisper to try her luck.

-So that’s how it’s going to be?- you ask leaving a few kisses along his neck.

-Maybe,- he says between gasps.

-No,- slipping your hands under her sweater, -wrong answer,- making her moan as you suck on a sensitive spot on her neck.

-And what are you going to do about it,- she says writhing under your touch.

-Let me think about it,- caressing her breasts above her bra.

-Please..,- she says arching her back.

-Since you won’t tell me the truth, I’ll have to get it out of you any way I can,- you say a few inches from your lips.

You kneel in front of her and remove her pants and underwear, you run your tongue over her lips stopping on her clitoris for a second, this simple action makes her squirm in place, clinging to the breakfast bar.

-Fuck me,- she says when she sees you do nothing.

One of his hands tangles in your hair and pulls you closer to where he needs you most. You grant her and begin to eat her out, her moans start to get louder the closer she gets to her orgasm.

You pull away from her listening to her moaning in frustration and before she can say anything you speak up.

-How sad that only good girls can cum,- leaving a kiss on her clitoris and you stand up.

-Please… I’m a good girl,- squeezing her thighs together to get some relief.

-Really?- you ask rhetorically with a raised eyebrow.

You leave her there and go up to your room, when Diane comes in she hears you are in the bathroom, she wanted to cum, but knew if she did she would get in trouble. When you come out of the bathroom you find your wife lying on the bed squeezing her thighs together.

-Are you going out?

-Today is dinner with the Dimistrescu family,- you say, untangling your hair.

-Right… I forgot,- getting out of bed to go to the bathroom.

-If you behave yourself I promise to reward you,- you say seeing her expression change to a more cheerful one.

_-_-_-

The dinner was amazing, and the food had been exquisite, but you couldn’t say the same for Diane, you had spent most of the dinner fussing under the table, by the time the evening was over your wife was a writhing mess in her place.

When you got home she had rushed upstairs to the bedroom and of course you would give her what she wanted, but you were going to give it to her very…very slowly.

Diane’s shallow breathing filled the room, after being denied orgasm for the third time, a loud, needy noise escaped her.

-What was that?- you tease biting your lower lip.

Your index finger ran tantalizingly slowly up and down her slit teasing her as you had been doing for the last twenty-five minutes. Your wrist was starting to ache but you couldn’t care less, not when you could enjoy the view in front of you.

Her moans had become more desperate as the minutes passed, her hands clenched the sheet tightly and her hips swayed at your touch. Diane’s teeth sank into her lower lip as she let out another moan.

-Please…- lifting her hips for more contact.

-If you do that again, I’ll stop,- gently slapping her thigh in warning.

-Please touch me…I promise I’ll be good- his voice barely above a whisper.

-Just a little more,- running your fingernails up and down her leg.

She sank into the pillow with a snort of frustration.

You loved seeing her undone by you, you fed on the image of her underneath you with her reddened face and chest covered with marks you had made, her shallow breathing and tousled hair

-Do you have any idea- you whispered, leaving a trail of kisses down her body until you reached her mouth -how beautiful you look now?

Diane moaned into the kiss, as you ran a hand down her body, making her shudder, the kiss broke by making her moan loudly as you began to make circles around her aching clit, but your touch was too gentle to get her release.

Desperate little gasps were coming from her and you were beginning to take pity on her.

Nestling between her legs you pressed your mouth against her center, sucking gently on her clit and swirling your tongue over it. Her hips jerked and a soft cry came from her, you smiled, lazily slid your tongue in to tease her entrance, pushing just a little before returning to her clit.

Your eyes couldn’t take your eyes off her as you pleasured her, sucking, licking and teasing her entrance; repeating these motions over and over until her walls contracted.

Diane dug her heel into the mattress as her legs trembled from the amount of pleasure she was feeling, it was taking all her strength not to cum at that moment.

You slide two fingers inside her without warning, making her moan loudly, you curve your fingers inside her finding that spongy spot that makes her go crazy; you suck on her clit humming and making the vibrations, trigger a great amount of pleasure. Diane’s back arched as her knuckles turned white from the tight grip.

-Please…- she pleads, her breath catching in her throat, -I can’t..- whimpering.

-Cum for me,- bringing her to climax.

Her hips jerked violently, as she threw her head back with her eyes closed and biting her lip hard.

After cleaning her you settle in next to her pushing aside a lock of hair and leaving a kiss on her forehead as she recovers from her orgasm.

-You did so well,- kissing her tears with love, -I love you,- taking her in your arms to let her rest.

-I love you too,- before falling into the realm of sleep.

#run #diane sherman #diane #diane sherman x reader #diane x reader #sarah paulson #sarah paulson x reader

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imaginethreehouses · 2 years

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Hi! I just found your blog and I love it! I was wondering if I could send you a seteth request! In which the female reader sprains her ankle, so he carries her back? I know he would worry even if it's just a little sprained ankle. And I'm just sure flayn sees them and is like yep she'll be my mother.

OMG hi! I'm so happy you enjoy my Seteth content! 🥺💙 Of course you can request this, Anon! I'm so happy to see more Seteth fans! Please request all the Seteth prompts that you have. I'll do headcanons because I never finish the full one shots I start, I hope that's okay... 😅

You sprained your ankle while you were training with your students, but you insisted on finishing the lesson and even stayed after they'd left to tidy up the training grounds.

It was there that Seteth caught a glimpse of you, awkwardly jumping around on one leg as you tried to finish your task.

The first thing he'd do is scold you, of course. Do you realise the example you are setting for your students, if you push yourself to work through an injury like that? Do you realise how much worse it can get if you delay seeking medical attention?

Not wanting to concede the point, you'd want to prove you're not actually hurt at all, and try to walk past him to leave after you've put the last wooden lance back in its place.

As soon as you put your full weight on your injured ankle, however, you'd predictably yelp in pain and then trip. Thankfully, Seteth has quick reflexes and is able to catch you.

It would be frankly embarrassing for him to reveal how many times he's wondered what holding you might feel like. Now that he knows, the memory of the moment will live rent-free in his mind.

Seeing that you're about to cry from the pain would make him feel bad, and refrain from scolding you further.

"Um, Seteth...?"

"You have my apologies. I was simply worried." He would say, breaking the eye contact and readjusting his grip on you to lift you off the ground. "I did not mean to stare."

Now it was your turn to be embarrassed. You were glad you couldn't see yourself, because you were certain you had to be blushing red an unnatural amount.

"That's fine." You'd awkardly tell him, avoiding eye contact in panic and holding tighter on to him as to not fall. "T-Thank you for helping me."

"It's nothing." He'd say as he starts to walk, just as awkwardly and stiffly, still trying not to let it show that he feels any sort of way about the situation. "Let's go. It... it won't take long."

Flayn could not help but to giggle at the sight of both your awfully embarrassed faces as Seteth walks into the infirmary with you. The sheer delight in both her and Manuela's faces lets Seteth know that he's doomed — he will never know peace again.

They'd both insist that he stays after he's carefully helped you sit on a stretcher. He'd agree, under the pretext that he'd like to make sure you'll see the whole intervention through.

Once you're both alone again —Flayn and Manuela would make sure that you are— Seteth would offer a more genuine, heartfelt apology for making such a big deal of the whole thing.

There were few things you enjoyed more than having Seteth fret over you. But if it made him actually feel bad, then it was no longer fun.

You'd take his hand and tell him that you all know he only does it because he cares. Frankly, that was all that he needed to hear.

He'd show you the most sincere, soft smile that you'd seen from him yet.

You would be tempted to ask him to lean down so you could kiss him then and there, but before you had the chance, he'd be stiffening up again, and giving some excuse to quickly make his leave.

"Not today", Flayn and Manuela would frown in disappointment from their hiding place. But surely, soon? We can all only hope it will be the case 🤭

#fe3h scenarios #seteth x reader #seteth imagine #fe3h #seteth #seteth x you

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sarahannmartin15 · 8 months

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Teen Wolf preferences

First kiss

Sorry I haven't been active I just needed some inspiration and I'm getting alot of projects lately but I will post more either today or tomorrow

Derek: so let's say this was a pretty classic way so here it goes. You where at Derek's loft and you two had planned a chill day so you where lying on his chest until you needed the bathroom you two where watch your all time favourite movie (insert favourite movie) and as you got up he pulled you back down you fell on his lap and your faces inches apart from each other you could feel his eyes drift down to your lips and then it happened he kissed you.

It took you a little bit to analyse what's happening but soon you melted into the kiss your lips moving in sink. Then Scott and Stiles walked through the door despite you and Derek tell them NOT to come over "wow hey um we did not have to see that" Stiles said " why you jealous because Lydia hasn't kissed you she probably hasn't even thought about it" you snapped back. Stiles pretended to be shot in the heart and Derek just rolled his eyes at Stiles

Scott: for once there wasn't supernatural crazyness going on in beacon hills so Scot took this as a chance to bake with you. "So what are we making" you asked baking was one of your favourite thing to do " anything you want" Scott said enjoying the view of you only wearing his shirt and a pair of panties as you bent down to get the flour.

"Let's do pancakes" you said turning but also tripping over your own feet and Scott caught you you looked into his beautiful brown eyes then you took a peek at his lips they where so pink and perfect to kiss (I even cringed while writing this) then Scott kissed you you immediately kissed back your arms around his neck his one hand on your face and the other on your neck. It was perfect but you and Scott did need to breath so you pulled apart and rested your foreheads together "have I ever told you how much I love you" he asked " only about 100 times" you said while giggling.

Stiles: Stiles was under so much pressure lately and he's been working and helping Scott he berley had time for you and one day at school you walked past you Spanish class and walked in because you forgot your homework there you walked in and saw Stiles having a panic attack

" OMG Stiles hey relax focus on me and my breathing " "I ........ can't relax" Stiles said starting to breath heavier. Then you remember in your mental health class the teacher said if having a panic attack hold your breath and so you kissed Stiles and his breathing went back to normal. " thank heavens that worked" you said even out of breath" thank you and can I kiss you again" Stiles said " you're welcome and yes of course. Stiles kissed you and it felt amazing you could feel him smile into the kiss

Isaac: so today it was pack training and Isaac asked Scott to pair him with you obviously Derek still didn't know about you and Isaac so Scott did that everyone was training with their partner and Scott was going against Derek. You and Isaac where making sure not to hurt each other but also play hard when Derek was watching so you pinned Isaac down everytime. Then Derek was watching and Isaac pinned you down faces a few centimetres away noses touching and eyes hooked on each other then Isaac did it even though your brother was watching he kissed you and you kissed back his arms supporting him and your hands on his chest " um excuse me" Derek said after coughing " oh um yeah well shit" Isaac said " please don't hurt him I was the one who did it" you said knowing your brother loves you to much to hurt someone you love but that didn't stop him from chasing Isaac with a frying pan.

Liam: so you and Liam where hanging out at his place playing call of duty ghosts and you two have been playing for hours and everytime he won but then you won " YES YES YES!!!!" You jumped up and shouted then Liam got the confidence to pull you into his lap and kiss you and it took you a second to realise what happening but then you kissed him back " I've been waiting to do that for ever" Liam said " same" you said out of breath. Then you kissed him but more passionate and your hands traveling up and down his chest his hand on your lower back and one behind your neck. After a few moments you heard the front door open it was his parents you two snapped out of it and continued to study for science.

Theo: you and Theo went on a jog together like you do almost every day. While running it started raining you loved dancing in the rain so when it started to rain you pulled out your phone and played better when Im dancing by Megan Trainor because you always felt better when you where dancing. Theo started dancing with you and it was so funny, he pulled you in and kissed you passionately and it was that whole cute kiss in the rain scene

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writteninsunshine · 2 years

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We've All Been Dead For Years - Mammon/Asmodeus - SFWish

Title: We’ve All Been Dead For Years

Author: Keith

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Setting: Ozzie’s House

Pairing: Mammon/Asmodeus | Ozzie

Characters: Mammon, Asmodeus | Ozzie

Genre: Romance/Humor

Rating: T

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 1319

Type Of Work: One-Shot, Request #4 On Gimme-A-Thrust

Status: Complete

Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, Fizzarolli/Asmodeus Mention, Fizzarolli Mention, Medical, Surgery, Drugs, Drug Use, Medical Drug Use, Mammon is loopy as shit, This might be some kind of tooth removal

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything.

Summary: Did he really expect that to work?

AN: Hey guys, it’s me again! Just thought I ought to say, if you want vague updates and to talk to me more, I have a Helluva Boss Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunshinecackle, and Tumblr is Gimme-A-Thrust! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD If you want it, please contact me on Tumblr/Twitter!

Requests are still open, and I’m really enjoying working on these. They will likely be posted out of order as I finish them because some of them are longer than others, it depends where the muse takes me. I’ve been having a lot of fun working on them, though, these are a lot of fun. Getting outside input is always fun!

My friend Sol edited this for me, and I owe the lack of typos to them! Their help was greatly appreciated and I’m so happy to be able to post this today!

SMALL NOTE: Since I like the royalty all being some level of avian/flying thing, Mammon’s design is based on a mixture between the Moluccan Cockatoo and a Red-Tailed Black Cockatoo. His design will be done by my husband eventually, and if he allows me to, I might include it in a fic if people want to see it. If not I can link to wherever he posts it in a fic.

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We’ve All Been Dead For Years

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“You’re so… So damn purdy.” Mammon cooed, reaching up with one clawed hand. Ozzie blinked down at him, his head tilting slightly as he watched the other waving his arm stiffly. At least something was stiff because, for the most part, the other sin was a limp noodle. Usually, he didn’t talk like that, either, and it was oddly amusing watching him swipe at the air with his tongue poking out from between his lips. For a second, he almost looked like Fizzarolli, except his tongue was thick and rounded instead of thin and forked.

“Yeah?” Ozzie couldn’t help but snort, shaking his head, “How high are you?”

“How high do you wan’ me t’be?” The elder Sin grinned, nuzzling his cheek into Ozzie’s chest. His arm finally fell back against his own chest and stomach and he whined, “Oooooooooow…”

“...That hurt, Baby?” Ozzie asked absently as he carried the other towards his room. When Mammon had asked him to look after him the night of his ‘minor surgery,’ Ozzie hadn’t thought much of it. But this? This was comedic gold. Too bad that Fizzarolli had had to work that night. They were both at a bit of a loss without one another, but Ozzie would survive in the other King’s company. Whether Fizzarolli could survive without him was a question he didn’t want to think about.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmwhat?” Green eyes were wide as the smaller Sin took in Ozzie’s face, his lips parted and eyes wide in awe. Really, this gargantuan, beautiful creature was very rapidly turning his brain to mush, as if it wasn’t already. Arguably, it was probably pretty close. Ozzie didn’t even know what Mammon had had done, just that he’d had to be put out for it.

I’m sensitive to anesthesia and pain meds, so I need you to make sure I don’t choke to death on my own tongue.

Apparently, he just wanted to have the excuse to shamelessly gawk at him. It wasn’t like Asmodeus really minded, though, humming a little as he took the three steps to the first landing, then the three that would take him to his room. The song in question rumbled through his chest, and Mammon flattened himself against the other’s body, purring loudly despite how stunted it sounded. He really must have been out of it.

His wings rustled behind him, one on either side of the arm pillowing his back, wrapped around his own shoulders. Tail snapping near the other’s knees, Mammon thought for a few seconds before trying to reach up again. This time, he drug his claws over the King of Lust’s neck, collar bone, and finally down his shirt, tearing it some.

“Hey!” Asmodeus snapped, narrowing his eyes with a firm frown, “Don’t do that.”

But Mammon didn’t seem to have anything else on his mind at the moment, but when he opened his mouth next, what came out didn’t fit the conversation, if it could be called one.

“Do you have a name?” He asked distractedly, his fingers curling more into the already ruined silk shirt he’d decided to shred to ribbons, “Or can I call you mine?”

Ozzie just about choked on his laughter, a squawk leaving him that had the other’s crest lifting, the black giving way to green feathers beneath it. Whatever that sound was seemed like it was meant to join Ozzie’s cry of amusement, but all it did was confuse him.

“I… Baby, do you even know your name?” He finally asked as he entered his bedroom, pausing for a moment as he glanced between his bed and the doorway at the far right of his room. In that smaller room, notably where he kept all of his sex toys and the RoboFizzes that he owned, was a staircase that lead up to a bedroom made for the larger demons that stayed with him on occasion. He considered, for a moment, that Mammon might trip and snap his neck if he put him up there by himself.

“Uhhhh, yeah,” Mammon scoffed, rolling his glowing eyes, “It’s mine.”

Well, that didn’t sound entirely wrong, but Ozzie didn’t believe him.

“Then what’s your name?”

“...Baby?” Well, it was no wonder he might think that. It wasn’t like Ozzie had been calling him anything else.

“Nope, try again.”

“Uhhhhhhhhh…” Furrowing his brow as he was brought to Ozzie’s canopy bed, he yelped only when Ozzie nearly crushed him into the mattress to lay them both down. Caging Mammon in, he purred softly, gentle clucks leaving him in hopes that the other would calm down before he freaked out. After all, he didn’t want to deal with the aftermath of a panicked King of Hell.

“Nope, it’s not ‘Uhhhhhhhhh.’ Do you need a hint?” Ozzie asked finally, settling down half on top of the other Sin, petting his feathers back down as he regarded him with a softer look in his eyes. Once they were smoothed out, he pulled the other into his chest and purred for him, clucking in soft, slow intervals.

“Naaaaaah, I got this.” Mammon nodded in a way that he thought was emphatic, but Ozzie would have told you it was lethargic at best. Belphegor would have been proud if he could have seen the slothful exhibition before him right now, “Mommy.”

Another squawk of a laugh had Ozzie finally just letting it happen, a deep rumble of joy in his chest.

“Nah, you always got mad at me for calling you Mammy when we were younger, you know. Kept saying ‘I’m not your mom.’” Finally, he took pity on him, pressing his beak to the other’s forehead, “Shh, it’s Mammon.”

“So I can call you Mammon.”

“...I don’t think that’s how that line’s supposed to go.” But Ozzie was amused, at least. Usually, Fizzarolli was his silly little guy, but just this once he’d let Mammon steal the spotlight. After all, it was about time that Ozzie let him have an inch, and he was too high right now to run with it further than a few feet. Nuzzling his face against the other’s neck, he nipped at the skin there gently, “But sure. Tonight, I’ll be yours. Tomorrow morning you have to share me again.”

“Share…?” Brows furrowing, the elder Sin finally just closed his eyes and sighed when Ozzie didn’t seem willing to elaborate. It took him several minutes to speak again, and when he did, his eyes popped open wide. Ozzie had started to drift in and out of a light sleep, only to lift his head again when the other suddenly spoke, “So… Do you have a name?”

Stifling another laugh behind his hand, Ozzie nodded, cradling Mammon tighter against his chest so he didn’t see the way Ozzie’s face was moving. It definitely looked mocking, he was sure, because he couldn’t help himself. If only he had a camera handy.

“Just call me Ozzie, Baby.”

“Gotcha, Ozzie Baby,” Mammon replied coolly, happy to allow himself to be practically nested against the larger demon. If only he knew just how typical that was of him to call the younger Sin that… In fact, Ozzie was willing to bet that was why he’d started calling Fizzarolli Olli Baby. It just was just a term of endearment to him that it had been more than natural.

“Can you just try and nap for me?” While he’d meant to sound exasperated, his tone belied the clear joy he was getting from all of this, “I’ll lay with you, we can just try and rest this off.”

“Mmmhm…” It took less than a minute of a perfectly pitched purr and humming on Ozzie’s part before Mammon fell into a dreamy sleep, Ozzie filling his waking and sleeping mind just the same. That wasn’t unusual, not really, but he didn’t usually have these dreams with the man himself right there.

Maybe he needed to remedy that.

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AN: This one was a lot of fun, actually. It’s based on a list of bad pick-up lines, and I couldn’t get over how much fun this one sounded like it would be. Turns out I was right, too! Ended up being a lot of fun, and I would love to take more of these.

Prompt: Request #4 On Gimme-A-Thrust: “Do you have a name? Or can I call you mine?”

#Helluva Boss Fanfic #Helluva Boss Fanfiction #Mamozzie #Mammozzie #Mammon x Ozzie #Helluva Boss Mamozzie #Helluva Boss Mammozzie #Helluva Boss Ozzie #Helluva Boss Asmodeus #Helluva Boss Mammon

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mileapokp1677 · 2 years

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Truce

Title: Truce

Rating: T

Pairing: Vegas/Pete

Category: M/M, Three Steps to Win You Universe, Spin-Off

Summary: For the good of their football team, BSFC, Vegas and Pete must strike a truce and put aside their dislike for one another.

AN This one shot is a spin-off of the main story "Three Steps to Win You" which I decided to turn into a series because I love playing with all the characters in KPTS. In order to understand the background of this one shot, you have to read the main story, at least until chapter 3, because the moment told in this one-shot happened after the events in said chapter.

Truce

"Pete?"

Pete, who at that time, was crouching and bending on the floor to tie his shoelaces, raised his head in response to Chan, the team skipper, "Cap."

"You know we have to talk about this, right?" said Chan sternly to Pete. "The first match of the season is in three days, and today's incident in the midfield, which is your and Vegas's responsibility, absolutely can not happen on opening day."

"Understood, Cap," Pete replied as he stood up. "What happened earlier was shameful. I let my emotions cloud my better judgment and I let it control me."

At that moment, Pete didn't even dare to look at Cap's face and could only look down. His behavior earlier on the pitch, did not reflect the behavior of a good co-captain, at all. No matter how much Vegas contributed to the fiasco on the field, still, he was the co-captain, while Vegas was the new player who still had to adapt to the BSFC ways. Either way, Pete's mistake was bigger. What a shame!

Cap will retire after this season ended and left big shoes that he had to fill in. The thought of it, frankly, still made Pete break out a cold sweat, but it was a reality he had to face whether he was ready or not. Cap was already 36 years old, the fact that he could still play at this level at that age was a small miracle, it was time for him to hang up his boots. After all, how much longer did he have to babysit Pete? Pete had been a co-captain for five years, ever since he was 21. Cap had to take over captaincy when he was only 23 years old, because the previous BSFC Captain had to retire early due to injury, while Pete was already 26. No excuse, really. He even knew the exact date when he assumed the captaincy, while Cap, at that time, received no warning at all.

"You know why I chose you as a co-captain and at the same time my successor, right?" Cap asked, holding his right shoulder.

"Because I'm the oldest?"

"Pete, please..."

"Because I'm the least insane among the boys?"

Cap chuckled and then answered his own question, "One of the main reasons is because you have the sight, which only a handful of footballers have. You stand on the pitch level like the rest of us, but your eyes have capability to see the pitch as if you are standing on a higher ground, hence, at a glance, you can see everyone's position, teammates and opposing team players."

Pete just nodded in response.

"You are aware of your own strengths, right?"

"I am," said Pete. "I may not be as fast as Tay, or have nearly perfect passing accuracy like Tem, but because of the sight, I almost always move faster than my opponent because I've read their moves beforehand."

"I'm glad you are aware of your own strengths, but you are also aware that in order to fully utilize the sight, you must focus," added Cap.

"Cap, you don't have to tell me. I know I lost focus today," Pete stated, he was sure his face must be a bit red from embarrassment. "I let his taunting get under my skin."

"Your own teammate, not even an opponent."

"I know," Pete said, his face getting redder.

"Pete, you are the most level headed person in this team, you are kind, but can be firm when needed. Bottom line is, you are captain material," continued Cap. "But then Vegas came and in two weeks, I barely knew my co-captain."

Silence. Pete didn't respond to his skipper because everything he said was true. No objection at all from him.

"I realize, since Vegas debuted three years ago, and the fact that he played as attacking midfielder for our arch-enemy, the fierce rivalry in midfield between the two of you, every time BSFC and United met, is well known throughout the league. No one expected United to transfer Vegas, or surprisingly, got transferred to our team."

"I still can't believe it, Cap," said Pete, finally speaking out. "I still can't believe I have to work with the player I hate the most in the league."

"As captain you don't get to choose, you know that, right? You have to look after all the players, regardless of how you feel about each one," Cap said.

"Understood, Cap, believe me, I do."

"And I believe you," affirmed Cap. "I don't ask you two to be besties, but at least you can reach an understanding with Vegas, so you can tolerate each other presence, and most importantly support each other on the pitch for the good of the team."

"I'm working on it."

"Time is ticking and we need a quick solution. How about the three of us talk about this over lunch, hm? I'm there as a buffer between you two, just to avoid unwanted things," offered Cap, who was looking so worried.

"Cap, please, we're not kids anymore. I will handle it, okay?" asked Pete. "I need to do this on my own. You can't keep babysitting me, right? Please, have faith in me."

Cap walked over and then hugged him. "I have faith in you, always. From the first day you served as my co-captain, I knew I had chosen wisely."

"Are you sure your opinion hasn't changed when you saw my behavior on the pitch during the practice match this morning?"

"Even Superman has weakness, Vegas is your kryptonite."

"Kryptonite is better than him."

"Pete," warned Cap.

"I will take care of this matter, Cap. I'll give you my word."

"Good. When I leave this team in your hands at the end of the season, I won't be worried in the slightest. I have so much faith in you."

"I won't let you down, Cap. I promise," Pete swore solemnly.

"Good."

******

Pete decided to meet with Vegas at the Salad Bar not far from the training ground. This place also provides variants of roast chicken and other variants of lean meats. New season was starting soon, so they had to be strict with their diet. Most importantly, this Salad Bar had a private area at the back, so they were safe from BSFC's fanatic fans.

When Pete asked Vegas to meet here, in the locker room earlier, Vegas agreed without any protest, he just nodded his head in affirmation and continued to put on his clothes. Pete decided to head to the Salad Bar first, to secure their table in the private area. To save time, Pete ordered two servings of plain roasted chicken with extra large salad on the side for their lunch. As soon as Vegas arrived, they could immediately talk about the matter.

Speaking of the devil, Vegas, who wore all black, arrived and immediately sat down in the chair opposite Pete silently.

"I already ordered for us," informed Pete.

"Cool," answered Vegas curtly.

Pete felt small talk was of no use to either of them, so he decided to just get on with it.

"I don't think I need to tell you the purpose of this meeting. Everything is already clear from the start. I don't like you, you don't like me. But, we have a responsibility to this team, and we have to find a way to work together, because like Coach said earlier, midfield is our responsibility."

"Agreed. So from now on, I'd really appreciate it, if you just stopped coming into my area and snatching my balls," Vegas said coldly.

What a jerk!

If he had followed his temper, Pete's fists would have hit Vegas's annoying face by now, but what's the point, it won't solve the problem. At the moment, it was only his sense of responsibility as a co-captain and his promise to Cap, less than an hour ago, that made Pete want to hold himself back as hard as he could.

"And where exactly is your area? Coach has made it very clear that both attacking and defending in midfield is our responsibility," said Pete, as calmly as possible. "That means, you have to be willing to read my movements and vice versa, so we can move accordingly."

"Coach asking the impossible," muttered Vegas before he leaned his body slightly forward. "You know what? I think this is actually a simple matter, if only you accept your duty as a defensive midfielder."

Ugh, this little shit!

"From the time I entered the BSFC Academy until I became the pro footballer that I am today, my position has always been attacking midfielder. Why don't you just give in and take the defensive role? Besides, you came in this team late, BSFC already had an attacking midfielder."

Oh, fuck!

As soon as he uttered the last words, Pete knew he had made a misstep. He needed another approach, and he had to think fast, otherwise this matter will only get worse.

"Ever since I found out that I was transferred to BSFC, I knew this was going to happen," Vegas hissed at Pete with an accusing look. "The resentment is too deep between United and BSFC. I knew I would get nothing here but hostility."

"Watch your mouth! That's not fair at all!" yelled Pete.

"OH?" jeered Vegas.

"Fine, maybe I've never-"

"Maybe? Please..." jeered Vegas again, cutting off Pete's words.

"I KNOW I've never been nice to you, but don't you ever say that the boys are hostile to you. They never treat you less than decent," Pete hissed back at Vegas, defending the honor of his teammates.

"Only because they don't feel threatened by my presence. But that's not the case with you, is it, Mr. Attacking Midfielder?" Vegas mocked and provoked Pete's anger at the same time.

Fuck this guy!

Gods have mercy, but Pete wanted so badly to smack the smug face in front of him to pulp.

"Did you just insinuate that I felt threatened by your presence?"

"Just be honest, co-captain, you'll feel much better."

Oh, he wants honesty? I'll give him honesty.

"You know what I think?" retorted Pete. "I think you're scared. Behind that cold facade, you're actually shaking in fear that no team wants you, am I right?

"Shut up!" hissed Vegas, looking very menacing.

"O~h, did I hit a nerve?" asked Pete in a mocking voice. "United took the position of attacking midfielder from you and then replaced you with another player..."

"I said shut up!" said Vegas in a much louder voice.

Pete refused to stop and continued talking.

"... then you come to a new team, but the position is already filled. No wonder you are so desperately trying to keep that position, right?"

"SHUT UP!" shouted Vegas, hit the table loudly.

Pete was grateful that they were currently sitting in a private area. He was also grateful that the loud sound of the table being hit earlier, had made him realize that he had gone too far. After all, he was the co-captain and Vegas was his responsibility. Pete once again let Vegas' taunting get to him.

You better than this, Pete!

"Vegas, I'm out of line, forgive me." Pete decided to be the bigger man.

"You're not sorry at all," Vegas responded fiercely, not believing Pete at all.

"You want to believe me or not, it's your personal business. But, BSFC is my business and yours too. Whether we like it or not, we have to work together, or Coach will have one of us bench for the whole season."

"It's definitely me. You're the co-captain, so it's impossible for you," accused Vegas, blatantly.

"I would say, Don isn't that kind of coach, but you wouldn't believe me either," said Pete. "But, Coach shouldn't have to choose between us. BSFC has two skillful midfielders, why not make the best of them?"

"So now you're admitting that I'm a good midfielder?" asked Vegas, sounding so much calmer now.

"When did I ever say you weren't?" Pete asked back. "I will never consider a bad player as my biggest rival."

This time Vegas kept his mouth shut and didn't answer. Hm, did he just see a hint of smile?

"Can we look at this matter from another point of view?"

"What do you mean?" asked Vegas.

"Let's just say we're both taking the position as attacking midfielders, it's just that we also have additional defensive duties..."

Vegas started to snort.

"Listen to me until the end," coaxed Pete.

"Go on..."

"There are 38 games, surely we can work out a schedule. You take the offensive role for nineteen matches, and I take the other nineteen, or..."

"Or you can take the offensive role in every first half, and I'm in the second half, for all the matches," continued Vegas, finishing Pete's sentence.

"Precisely," affirmed Pete. "So, can we do that?"

Vegas was quiet for a while, before he finally reached out his hand for a handshake. "Truce?"

"Truce."

FIN

#vegaspete #daddy chan #everybody is a footballer #kpts fanfic #kpts #one shot #spin off #Three Steps to Win You Universe #part of series

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hamptersadness · 3 months

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Today I learned I don't matter....

So it's day 4 in our state testing for gym and today we did modified pull ups which is when you pull yourself up but from a laying down position.

Well this guy (same guy that asked me out) he got 13 pull ups which was the highest at that time. But then I went and I got 14 and then he was all making excuses on why he got less then me. He could've just said good job.

He then ridiculed me for my weight I told him about 5 pounds heavier than I actually am. And he's all like "sounds like ur st@rving yourself" and "you need to eat more"

And then I was talking about ii and drumeo. And how he's like the best drummer of all time and the guy was like he probably isn't you just think that because he's cute

And 1 YOU CAN'T SEE II HES MASKED

2 IM AROACE SO I DONT GIVE TWO SHITS

3 I AM MUSICALLY TRAINED NOT YOU

Also I listen to his tangents all the time and I don't criticize them.

And then also today I was talking about something and my bsf kept interrupting (not really on purpose) but it did upset me.

Everyone at work was so mad at different things and so my brain is like "Some of them hate you blah blah blah"

Anyway just a vent

ALSO T SHOT CHECK!!!!!

#mental health #ocd #mental illness #actually ocd #trans #ftm #t shot #mention of starving

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cherryeol04 · 1 year

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Action! | Ch. 22

Genre: Humor, Romance, Slice of life?, Crackheadedness

Pairings: BaekRen, MinRon

Work Count: 2.2K

Summary: From the moment he was casted, Ren wasn't sure if he had what it would take to be a pop idol. Losing faith in himself, he was going to give up the future he had always wanted, but one person stood by his side and renewed his faith. After a hot debut and rapid growth of stardom, Ren started to notice that maybe this person, his close friend, was something more. But how could a straight man even remotely think of a homosexual relationship?

Warnings: Homophobia, some smut (chapters will be marked)

A/N: I wrote this series back in 2012 and used OCs and over the top writing style for arguments. Whoops. Lmao it’s pretty decent though, so I hope you enjoy!

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Adrian’s POV

I had expected to be called over to the Nu’est dorm sooner than I was. If anything, I was expecting to get a call letting me know Ren had left and if I had seen him. But I didn’t get any call like that. I suppose though, I couldn’t hold it against the boys. They just lost a vital member of the group. Granted, they all are vital members; still, Ren had been important. The cute little maknaes of groups are what really keep a band together. To lose the original and be replaced, it just never worked out. The boys needed a chance to cool off, if the angry texts responding to the picture I sent were anything to go by. But the culprit was labeled clearly.

Baekho that idiot!

When the call finally came a few days later, I went over as quickly as could. Of course, it was later in the evening because of my scheduling, but that was fine. I knew they would be waiting for me. The desperate pleas from JR to come save him from the other angry members told me so. I was braced from screaming and shouting when the door was opened. I had not expected to nearly be hit by a flying shoe. JR pushed me down as the shoe flew out of the apartment and hit the wall across the hall. I stared at him, eyes wide with terror.

“This is why I called.” He said. JR, after his incident of being homophobic had actually gotten better. I heard that he apologized to Minhyun for what he had said and how he acted and shortly after I had received my own apology. I forgave him quicker than Minhyun had. I had no ill feelings towards JR, the other acted like I knew many people would and like I had told them, he did eventually come around.

Reaching around, I grabbed the abused shoe and brought it in with me. I sat it down next to the pile of shoes and took mine off before walking in. “So I take it, they’re still not happy?” I asked.

“They’ve been trying for two days now to show Baekho why it was exactly his fault, but he just doesn’t seem to get it. He usually runs off to go be with Uee and After School noonas to cry to them about the problem. But they all have schedules today, so he can’t use that excuse and they refuse to let him leave the dorm. He may look strong, but with Aron and Minhyun teaming up…they’re stronger.” JR explained. He stopped at the entrance to the living room. He motioned for me to stop as well and he peeked around the corner.

“Okay, I have no idea where they went.” He said and stepped in slowly. He jumped as he heard something hit the wall to our left. We turned and stared in shock. Boys rough housed, that I knew. I’ve caught Kouji and Kai play fighting all the time in our dorm, but this…this looked like they were trying to kill Baekho. Well, it looked like Aron was trying to kill him, strangle him to be precise and Minhyun was aiding in the process by pinning the other down.

“Children!” I shouted. “Enough!”

The three looked at me. Aron gave me a look that dared me to try and stop him. I shot him back my own glare and took a few steps forward. He released Baekho then and got up, Minhyun following. The white tiger rolled over onto his stomach, coughing and crawled towards for safety.

“H-Hyung! T-Thank you.” He said between coughs. I looked down at him and glared, upset myself. He was the reason I was here, the reason why the two were trying to kill him. “JR-shii…take Minhyun and Aron out for something to eat.” I said.

“No way! We still have a bone to pick with this asshole.” Aron said, cracking his knuckles. I shot him another glare and he backed down. Reaching into my back pocket, I pulled out my wallet and opened. Grabbing my card, I held it out to JR.

“Don’t go crazy.” I reminded him. He nodded and looked to the other members then. “Go.” I told them. It took them a moment, but they walked past. I could feel the anger radiating off them as they headed for the front door. It took a few moments, but the door opened and closed and Baekho and I were finally alone.

“Thank god.” He said as he climbed to his feet, rubbing his sore neck. Turning to him, I sighed, shaking my head.

“Let’s go.” I told him and led him into the kitchen. Sitting him at the table, I searched through the cabinets until I found a Ziploc bag. Making my way to the fridge, I opened the top door and filled the bag with some ice before sealing it. Walking back to him, I held it out to him so he could put it on his neck and keep the swelling and bruising minimal.

“I honestly thought I was going to die.” He said, watching me as I sat down.

“To be honest, I think you should.” I told him and frowned. His expression was that of shock. It seemed the information still hadn’t sunk in. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out my phone and brought up the picture of Ren. “You did this Baekho.” I said.

“How many times am I going to see that picture? I didn’t do that.” Baekho protested. I slammed my free hand down on the table.

“Listen to me Kang Dongho.” I hissed out. “Are you listening?” I asked. With wide eyes, he nodded. “Good.” I held up the phone again and showed him the picture again. “Take a good fucking look at this face Baekho. The tear stains, do you see them?” I asked. “You caused them. They’re from you. His decision to leave is because of you and your behavior. Do you know why? And before you answer that question, I want you to think long and hard Baekho. Take as long as you need to reply. I have all night, but think on your words before you answer.” I warned him.

Silence fell between us and I could practically see the wheels in Baekho’s mind spinning as he thought on my question and how to work his answer carefully. Though at this point I don’t think there is anything he could possibly say that could get him out of this situation.

“I…” he paused and sighed. “They said it’s because of me. Everyone said I made him cry, but I don’t know why. Honestly.” He answered. I looked him dead in the eyes and for the first time I actually took in how scared the other looked, how upset the other was about this. Ren told me that Baekho didn’t try to stop him, but could it have been because he was just as shocked as the other’s by Ren’s sudden departure? The look in his eyes, he looked distraught, out of sorts. Was this all a façade? Was this a mask Baekho put on to cover up how hurt he was as well?

“I believe you.” I answered and sat back in the chair and sighed. “Baekho, I’m sure the others have told you that Ren left because he liked you right?” Baekho nodded in answer. “They are not lying Baekho. Ren likes you so much.” I said. “And I could sit here and preach to you about how much he cares and is hurt by your actions, but I don’t want to waste my breath on things the others have already told you.”

“They have told me.” He said as he stared at me. “But, I just don’t understand. If he liked me so much, why didn’t he say anything? I don’t judge people. I didn’t judge Aron, or Minhyun, or you. Why couldn’t he be open with me?” He was a confused little child, that’s what Baekho was.

“Think back Baekho. Don’t you think you knew all along that he liked you?” I asked. In the short few months I knew these boys, I could see how Ren favored Baekho, and how he did everything he could to make sure they ended up on teams together, could spend time together. I wasn’t in their personal lives all the time, but I doubt it was any different behind these dorm walls.

“I guess.” He said. “Yeah, thinking back on it…I can see it.” He ran a hand through his hair and let out a groan. “Did I fuck up really badly?”

“More than you could ever know.” I told him. “Ren doesn’t want to come back, Baekho. He’s lost all hope.” I said. “He doesn’t think you like him anymore. That you don’t care about him. All your time is spent with Uee.” I said.

“He said that?” Baekho asked in shock. “How could he think that? I care a lot about him. He’s been my friend for a couple years now. We have such a strong bond…” he trailed off. Realization was finally starting to sink in for him. He was quickly learning about the mistakes he made. This was a good sign.

“I like Uee noona, but now that the show is basically over with and we’ve spent time outside of it, it’s just not working. We’re not as compatible as I thought we were.” He confessed. “Still, Ren was jealous of Uee?” he asked, looking back at me.

“No. He wasn’t jealous of Uee. He was hurt. He wanted you to be happy, don’t get things mixed up Baekho. Ren’s the kind of person who gets hurt easily, but if it means that his friends get to be happy, he accepts it. He was accepting of your relationship, but it hurt him deeply.”

“Fuck. I feel like an ass now.”

“You are.”

We sat in silence for a while. I wanted him to sit there and think. I wanted him to understand just what was going on and how it was affecting not just him and Ren, but the other members. For fuck sakes I walked in on Aron trying to strangle him.

“I have to do something.” Baekho said. I looked up at him and nodded. He hit the nail on the head with that statement.

“Do you like him?” I asked. He raised a brow at me and I saw him open his mouth to say something, but I gave him one of those looks and he paused. He thought about his answer for a moment before speaking.

“Yes.” He said and looked down as he rubbed his face. “Shit. Shitshitshit.” He said. “I never thought I was gay.” I laughed at that and shook my head. Baekho and Ren were so similar it wasn’t even funny.

“Look Baekho, I’m going to tell you the same thing I told Ren. You can like a guy without being gay.”

“Impossible.”

“It’s not. You can like a person of the same sex without liking any other same sex person. It’s not the fact that you’re attracted to the same gender, it’s the fact you’re attracted to another person. A person you like a lot, and feel so compatible with.” I explained. “Then again, you also like girls, so you could be bisexual.” I said.

He stared at me for a long moment and I sighed. Yeah, he had a really slow mind. It took a moment, but he finally processed the information and smiled. “Well…I guess I could live with being bisexual.” I smiled. Good. “Damn, I feel like a fool. I mean…for a while now I’ve been trying to deny my attraction to him. But…I don’t know why. I guess maybe I was scared of what that made me.” He said. “But now that you talked to me, I don’t really see an issue anymore.” I sighed and shook his head.

“Baekho, forget the titles. Forget what people would think of you. Listen to your heart.” I told him. “Listen to what it’s telling you. If you can do that, if you can accept yourself for what you are, for who you like without the need of a title, then you’re in great shape and I know you can help get things resolved with you and Ren.” I said. His head slowly nodded, but he didn’t look at me. He was concentrating and that was a good thing. It gave me hope in this hopeless time. I stood and moved around, patting his shoulder gently.

“You know hyungs number if you need more help. But Baekho, figure something out soon.” I told him. HE looked up at me confused. “I don't know how long Ren is going to go on. The pain is still there, even though he’s left. I don’t think he would do something so stupid but he might try to end it once and for all.” I said. That should light a fire under his ass. I left him there, fear evident on his face. He better do something now. I don’t think Ren would kill himself, but he needed something, some sort of sign to get his hope back. Ren was a beautiful person, both physically and spiritually. He didn’t deserve to be brought down into the depths of such darkness. He needed to be saved, to be brought back to the light.

And only Baekho could do that.

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tomhardyspinkyfinger · 2 years

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The Diner Drama

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A/N: Here's your request anon! Hope you enjoy!! More requests to be filled tomorrow <3 I really hope this fit what you wanted!

Warnings: unwanted touching , violence

Request:

Maybe him with a really shy and quiet girl. Not much experience. But she's really into him and he's really into her. They want one another but he doesn't want to lose control.

Tommy had been coming into the dinner for a few weeks now. I noticed him when he first came in, and wanted to crawl in a hole when my manager instructed me to wait on his table.

He seemed to be as shy as me though, so waiting on him was easy and comfortable. Over the weeks Tommy sat in the same booth, ordered the same black coffee, tipped heavily, and then left.

One night, I came in for the late shift and Tommy was sat in his booth. I found this odd because he's usually there for my afternoon shifts. Today I had to take a night shift because I had a doctors appointment. I usually avoided the night shifts because of the crowds the diner draws in. My coworker approached me and leaned in.

"He's been in here all day, me and the other girls have come to the conclusion that he has a crush on you." She spoke, trying to be discrete. I scoffed.

"Yeah right, he just likes this spot." I responded, tying on my apron and grabbing my order sheets. She scoffed.

"Honey, no one likes this spot besides the drunkards, and he isn't one of them." She walked off to take someone's order and I ignored the flush in my cheeks. I walked up to Tommy's table with a wide smile.

"Hey Tommy, what can I get ya?" I asked, taking my pen from behind my ear and preparing to write.

"Just another coffee." He spoke, the tiniest hint of a smile on his face. I felt a bit worried that all he's had since being here was a few coffee's, as my last order sheet showed. It wasn't healthy for him to be missing meals.

"How about a steak and eggs? It's the best on the menu." I pressed, smiling.

"Sure, Y/N, that sounds great." He said, smiling a bit wider now. I wrote down his order and scurried to the kitchen. I served some other tables and eventually Tommy's food was ready. I brough out the plate and set it in front of him.

"Here you go, I really hope you like it." I said, smiling another genuine smile. Before he could respond a rowdy group of four men who just entered hollered for me to come over. I excused myself and went to see what they needed.

"Hello, is there anything I can do for you guys?" I asked, getting my pen and order sheet ready." I froze when I felt the man sitting down next to where I was standing put his hand on the back of my bare thigh, rubbing up and down.

I cursed this stupid uniform and gently removed his hand, trying to subtly fix the situation and continue on working.

"Well sweetheart, our buddy here thinks you are gorgeous and wants to take you out, what do you say?" One of the men spoke, motioning to the man whose hand I just removed. I forced a smile.

"I'm afraid I can't help you there, but I can take your orders?" I hoped to steer them in a different direction but to no avail.

"Oh come on baby, I can't be that ugly can I?" The man who felt me up groaned out, his yellow teeth and bloodshot eyes making me cringe.

"I recommend t-the country fried stea-"

"Just give me a shot baby doll, I promise it will be worth your while." The man tried again, placing his hand back on my thigh, this time moving it closer to my butt. I jumped back and they all laughed.

"She said no man, just leave it alone." I looked behind me and saw Tommy had approached the table of men. I stepped back and the men's laughter had died down as they glared at Tommy. The creep spoke up.

"I don't need you butting in, buddy. She just needs to learn not to be such a stuck up bitch." The man spat, laughing again. Tommy clenched his fist.

"Don't talk about her like that." He muttered.

"Or else what, boy? Clearly you want a piece of that ass too, no wonder you're all worked up." The man continued on laughing as did the rest of them.

"Just leave her alone and let her do her job." Tommy spat, anger clearly rising. I was lucky the diner was practically deserted minus a few other customers and workers.

"Or what?" The man snapped back, standing and getting in Tommy's face, shoving him forcefully. I gasped and Tommy hardly moved. It all happened so suddenly after that, Tommy pulled his fist back and landed a bone crunching right hook into the mans face. He crumbled like a bag of rocks and the everything was quiet.

His friends hustled to pick up his unconscious body, dragging him out of the diner quickly, not wanting to face Tommy's wrath. Tommy turned to me but was looking down.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, I really didn't want you to see that." He explained, looking ashamed. I put a hand on his arm and he looked up at me.

"Thank you, Tommy, no one has ever stood up for me like that."

"What happened here?" I broke eye contact with Tommy and looked towards my manager who was motioning to the small pile of blood that lay on the tile.

"That was my fault, ma'am. These men that were here needed to be taught respect." Tommy spoke, attempting to take the heat for me. Luckily my manager was an older woman who knew how drunk men could act. She nodded.

"Y/N, go home sweetie we'll see you tomorrow." I nodded and thanked her before she walked to the back.

"Do you mind walking me home Tommy? All the bus routes are done for the night and I'm a little freaked out by those guys." I asked nervously. He nodded immediately.

We left the diner after he paid and I retrieved my stuff. We walked in silence for a few blocks before he spoke up.

"I really am sorry. I shouldn't have been so violent. If I scared you I'm sorry." Tommy muttered, avoiding eye contact. I stopped walking and grabbed his hand this time.

"And like I said before, it didn't bother me, I'm thankful." He nodded and we continued walking in silence. It wasn't awkward at all, we just basked in each others company.

When we arrived to my house I pulled my keys out of my bag.

"Well this is me, thank you Tommy, for everything." I said. He nodded and I leaned in, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. I turned and walked up the doors to my home, unlocking the door and beginning to walk in.

"Hey Y/N?" Tommy called out. I turned and looked at him.

"Yeah?" I questioned.

"Do you think, you'd want to maybe.. train with me at the gym? I'm a fighter and I just think I'd feel better knowing you could defend yourself if I wasn't there." Tommy asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

I walked back down the stairs and grabbed a pen from my bag, scribbling my number on the back of his hand with a smile.

"Call me anytime. Goodnight Tommy." I entered the house and shut the door, leaning my back against it and putting my hand to my beating heart. I could feel my crush grow into something more serious as each beat passed.

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noctumbra · 3 years

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peaches: nine [part one]

summary ─ “holy shit,” bucky breathed as he took in the sight before him. “happy fucking birthday to me, indeed.”

pairing ─ dadsbestfriend!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, age difference (reader is 21, bucky is 39 40), secret relationship, birthday sex, vaginal sex, lingerie, kissing, pet names, dirty talk, d/s undertones, fluff, oral sex

a/n ─ for our buck’s birthday, i present you a peaches one-shot lol it’s been so long since i wrote them, i missed them sm <33 thank you nonnie for the idea 😌 there you go, part one, 3.9k words lmao hope you like it! please leave a comment if you do! thank youuu <333

(the lingerie is veery similar to this one, by the way. minus the lace beneath the bra part and the string in the middle [attached to the neck] ++ this is the plug)

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Bucky wasn’t fond of his birthday this year. He was turning 40 and wasn’t exactly happy about it. Every day leading up to his fortieth birthday, he watched himself in his mirror, watched the grays and whites in his beard and hair multiplying and becoming more visible.

Although she said that she loved how they made him look even sexier, Bucky couldn’t help but feel a bit old. The age gap between them wasn’t an issue, they had discussed it before, but he just couldn’t help himself. Now that he was now 40, he felt self-conscious. He was old while she was young ─ 21, to be exact─ and he had grays in his hair and beard and lines on his face─

“Fuck this,” Bucky grumbled to himself as he frowned at his reflection on the mirror. He knew Steve and Sam were planning something for his birthday, they were never slick about it. He also knew his other friends would be there, too, and maybe his sister. He didn’t want to celebrate his birthday this year, but he had no excuse to use.

“Fuck this, Jesus Christ,” he grunted this time. Bucky walked towards his closet and picked out his usual dark jeans, dark gray henley and a black t-shirt to wear beneath. Just as he put on his jeans and pulled his t-shirt on, he heard a bang coming from his living room. He frowned at first, but then chuckled when he heard her voice: “I’m fine!” Bucky shook his head with a smile on his lips. She was the only thing that was going to make his birthday party tolerable, he knew it.

A minute later, she appeared at his bedroom door with his favorite smile on her face. “Sir!” She exclaimed, making him chuckle. “Today is your birthday! How is it feel to be old?” His mood deflating a little, he shrugged.

“I don’t know,” he said, “My back ache decided to take the day off. Ask me again when it comes back.” She laughed. Crossing the threshold, she threw herself on his arms.

“Happy birthday,” she whispered, her hot breath licking his neck and sending shivers down his spine. “I’m glad you’re getting old healthily.” Bucky snorted. “I don’t know what I’m saying, ignore me, please,” she murmured, a whine hidden behind her words.

“’s alright,” Bucky murmured back. “Thank you, peaches.” Giggling silently, she pulled back and looked at him. Bucky swore that none of the women that he used to be with made him feel this way just by looking at him the way she did: All cared about and loved. A smile took over her face, and she lifted herself on her tiptoes. Her soft lips found his gently. His eyes closing, Bucky held her close to him and let her kiss him.

She moaned into the kiss, arms wrapping around his neck while a hand dove inside his hair. Bucky walked blindly towards the nearest flat surface, which was the wall next to his closet, and caged her between his body and the surface. Pulling back for a breath, Bucky moved his lips down to her neck. He kissed her there so gently all the time because it was her sensitive spot: Always got her gasping and whining, and today was no different. He heard her gasp and swallow a whine when she felt his lips on her neck.

A pull on his hair, Bucky lifted his head and captured her lips again. He swallowed all the moans, whimpers and gasps she let out. She felt so good in his arms, in his space, Bucky wanted to keep her forever and not being judged about it.

“Okay, I take it back,” she breathed when Bucky pulled back. “You’re not a old man, okay.” Bucky smirked.

“Oh, baby,” he said. “A kiss is nothing. You should see what I can do with the rest of my body.” She shuddered in his arms, and Bucky tightened his hold on her body.

“I’m aware of the capabilities that your ‘old man’ body has,” she grumbled. Bucky chuckled and lowered her on the ground. She fixed her clothes and hair, trying not to look like she just made out. When she was done, she lifted her head and kissed Bucky on the cheek. “Happy birthday, again,” she whispered. Bucky smiled. She kissed him on the lips one last time and pulled back. “I gotta go. I sneaked out, I was supposed to be helping Papa.” Bucky nodded.

“Alright,” he said. “I’ll see you tonight.” He frowned when she suddenly looked bashful.

“Yeah, I’ll see you tonight.” She smiled and fled. Bucky continued to frown after her, not understanding what just happened.

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If Bucky had to be honest, Sam and Steve didn’t go overboard with his birthday party. It was low-key; there was Sam, Steve, Peggy, Sharon, Clint, Thor and her. Rebecca was supposed to be attending, too, but she had a last minute thing about work. She called him in the morning, and they already scheduled a breakfast date/belated birthday party for Saturday. It was nice. The cake had a small card saying ‘happy b-day gramps’, and there was exactly forty candles which Bucky knew it was Sam’s doing. He rolled his eyes playfully. It didn’t sting that much; he knew his friends were just playing with him because almost all of them were around the same age.

Bucky sighed quietly, breathing in the late night’s crisp air deeply, he closed his eyes for a second. He was happy. He had his family he called two days a week, his friends who were bunch of dumbasses but he loved them anyway.

He also had Y/N.

God, Bucky thought, recalling the memory they had about having a future and a family together. He wanted to tell Sam and Steve, but he was truly afraid of their reaction. At the end, they trusted him with their daughter, they thought she saw him as an uncle not as a lover. When their relationship came out, it was going to be a shitshow, Bucky was sure of it. She was worth every trouble, though.

“Hey,” Bucky jumped lightly when he heard her. He beamed and his lips split into a smile.

“Hi,” Bucky said, silently inviting her to be close to him. She inched closer, almost snuggling up at him.

“How did you find your party so far?” She asked, nudging him a bit. Bucky shrugged. He liked it. It was fun and didn’t actually feel like a birthday party; it was more like a comeback together party.

“It was nice,” he ended up saying. “I had fun.” She hummed. “The candles were a nice touch,” he added and got a small laugh out of her.

“Yeah, they were my idea,” she admitted. “Papa loved it, though.” Bucky chuckled.

“Shoulda known,” he murmured. She smiled and snuggled against his arm. It took almost all of his will power to not pull her into his arms and cuddle her right here. He knew he couldn’t do it, not when all of his friends were around let alone her parents.

“Can I come by your place tonight?” She asked. “I wanna give you my gift.” Bucky nodded absently.

“You didn’t have to buy me anything, honey, you know that right?” Bucky said, his voice gentle and low. She nodded and shrugged at the same time. “You can also give me your gift now, too, if you want.” She ducked her head down.

“It’s not that kind of gift, Sir,” she whispered, causing Bucky’s eyes widen. “I prefer to give it to you when we are alone.” Bucky licked his lips, swallowing audibly.

“Alright,” he muttered. “How about 1AM?”

“That’s fine,” she agreed. She kissed his cheek before pulling back, Bucky immediately missed her warmth next to him. “I’ll see you then, Sir,” she said. Bucky nodded.

He felt like he was in for something and he couldn’t wait to figure out what it was.

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Bucky returned home quarter to midnight, claiming that he was tired and stuffed full with sugar and its energy was finally wearing off. The others agreed; it was still a week-day at the end and most of his friends were working still.

He took a shower, trying to calm down and kill some time until 1AM. He was eager to see her, to have her company and enjoy it freely. It was hard enough to stop himself kissing her the way he wanted to after he blew his candles off, so some alone would do them good, Bucky knew it.

The more his will power was being tested, the more he thought about coming out clean to Sam and Steve. He didn’t want to hide their relationship. He wanted to take her out on dates without the fear of getting seen by some people Sam or Steve might know. He wanted to hold her hand, cuddle her on the couch or kiss her wherever and whenever he wanted to. He needed to discuss this with her first, though.

Mind full of ideas about how to tell them, Bucky stepped out of the shower and moved onto his kitchen after putting on only his sweatpants (no boxers, either, because they were gonna come off anyway). It was just half past midnight, and he had half an hour to spend by himself until she came. Bucky sighed as he grabbed a glass and filled it with water. He just stood in his dark kitchen, saved from the street lights sizzling inside through the window above the sink, sipping his water in silence.

He must have zoned out because he almost jumped out of his skin when he heard the shy knock on his door. Setting down his glass, Bucky ran towards the door and opened it.

“Hi,” she breathed, quickly stepping inside and letting Bucky close the door behind her. She had casual clothes on, sweatpants and an oversize sweatshirt, but she took his breath away anyway.

“Hi, baby,” Bucky whispered and watched her getting shy delightfully. When he stepped closer to kiss her, she stepped back.

“Um,” she started, “I-I prefer─ with your gift, uh.” Stammering over her words, she played with her fingers. “Give me five minutes, and then come to the bedroom okay?” Bucky opened his mouth protest, but she was quick to shut him up. “Please, Sir?” Exhaling defeatedly, Bucky nodded.

“Alright,” he said, and she disappeared. The curiosity was eating him alive, but he wasn’t about to go and ruin this thing for her. If she wanted to give him a private gift, then she was going to give it to him on her own terms.

Walking back to his kitchen, Bucky fiddled with his half-full glass, playing with the water and sipping it sometimes.

He never knew that five minutes could feel like five centuries.

After his time was up, Bucky walked towards his bedroom, his heart beating faster with each step. The door was ajar. The major lights were off, but she chose to turn on the ones on the sides of his bed, they were dimmed. It gave the room a warmer vibe. His curtains were drawn, and Bucky could pick out the clothes she was wearing when she stepped inside his house. He moved his eyes on his bed, feeling his lungs stopped working, Bucky froze.

She was in the middle of his bed, sitting on knees. She had red lingerie set on her; the lace design bra was hugging her breasts nicely, the garter belt was around her waist and was attached to the thigh stockings and the matching underwear was carrying the same lace design with the bra. She looked so damn beautiful, Bucky didn’t know how to function.

“Holy shit,” he breathed as he took in the sight before him. “Happy fucking birthday to me, indeed.” She ducked her head down, shy and feeling a little bit self-conscious about her body. Bucky wasn’t going to have that. Not when she looked like a fucking goddess before him. He leaned forward, not getting on the bed, and grabbed her chin gently. Lifting it up, he found her eyes and looked right into them. “You look so beautiful,” he whispered. “I cannot believe you chose me, and you’re givin’ yourself to me as a gift.” She smiled. It was her shy and adorable one, Bucky loved it. “Peaches,” Bucky whispered once more. “You’re gonna give me a heart attack one day.” She chuckled.

“You promised me not to die on me until I’m right behind you, Barnes,” she whispered back, smiling widely. Bucky let out a soft chuckle and fully leaned into kiss her.

The second their lips touched, both of them moaned in relief. It wasn’t the first kiss they had shared that day, but this one was full of promises and things to come in the next few hours. So, Bucky half-climbed on the bed, cradled her face in his hands and kissed her the way he wanted to since the beginning of his party.

Her lips were so soft against his, caressing his slightly chapped ones so nicely, Bucky felt his heart flutter. She vaguely tasted like peaches, and Bucky pulled back just a tad to huff a laugh.

“You taste like peaches,” he whispered. She giggled.

“Yeah, I restocked my lip balm,” she answered and pulled him back into the kiss. Bucky groaned this time. Fully climbing on the bed, leaning over to make her lay on her back, Bucky settled between her legs. The kiss they were sharing went from soft to passionate quickly. Bucky’s hands were traveling all over her body as he tilted his face from side to side so that he could deepen the kiss as he wished.

“God, honey,” Bucky groaned as he lowered his lips to her neck. Kissing and sucking the soft skin there, Bucky rubbed his stubble all over her collarbones. He was about to move south, put his lips on her stomach and maybe give her an appropriate kiss on some place he knew so well, but she pushed him back.

“My gift, remember?” She said when she saw the confused look on his face. “Lingerie was just a side gift.” Bucky raised his brows as he pulled back a bit more to give her space. She smiled and flipped on her stomach. Her knees drawn up, hands flat on the sides of her head and her face plastered on his pillow, she wiggled her ass.

Her underwear was fucking backless.

“Motherfuck─” Bucky hissed. “What the fuck. Oh my God, peaches, what─” His hands were moving before he could process, grabbing two handful of flesh, Bucky squeezed them. She whimpered. Bucky pulled back one hand and brought it back harshly, slapping her soft flesh, making it burn.

“Oh, fuck,” she whispered as she bit her lip.

“What the fuck─ is this─” Bucky’s eyes zeroed in on the plug nestled between her cheeks. It had a heart shaped base, red jewel adorning it. It looked so pretty, Bucky wanted to leave it just like that, but he also wanted to play with so damn bad. “Sweetheart. Are you sure?”

“Mmhm,” she hummed. “Wan’ you to do it, please, Sir?” She looked at him over her shoulder.

“Ah, fuck,” Bucky whispered to himself. She always begged him so pretty, never left a chance to say ‘no’, and this time wasn’t different. “Alright, baby,” Bucky said. His fingers pressing on the plug, pushing it a bit deeper. She moaned. She lifted her ass even more up in the air, and Bucky felt like he was dreaming.

Even if he was, this was the best dream he ever had, he was fucking sure of it.

Grumbling meaningless things to himself, Bucky grabbed the base of the cute plug. He could see how wet her pussy was, could see it glistening and wetting her inner thighs, and he honestly didn’t know if he wanted her pussy or her ass first.

“How long can you stay?” He asked, voice low. She sighed happily.

“’til seven,” she answered. She was half-slurring. Bucky hummed, knowing that he had a long time ahead of him to play with her properly, he got off the bed to take off his sweatpants. Sliding a finger under the garter belt, Bucky pulled and released it, making it slap her skin. Bucky watched her ass jiggle deliciously as she gasped lightly. He pressed kisses all the way up to her spine and reached into his drawer to pull out condoms. “Mm, no,” she said, “Got an IUD.”

“I’m loving you even more every second,” Bucky said as he dropped the condom back into the drawer, pulling an amused chuckle out of her. Instead of condoms, Bucky pulled out his lube and put it someplace easy to reach. “I’m gonna tell you what I’m gonna do to you, alright, baby?” She nodded. Placing a kiss on her nape, Bucky took a hold of her hair, pulling it a little.

“First,” he started, “I’m gonna kiss anywhere I want.” Doing as he said; he kissed her neck, her jaw, shoulder blades, spine and her sides. Then, he moved up to kiss her on the lips filthily. This kiss was all about spit and passion and owning, she fucking loved it.

“Then, I’m gonna get you naked,” he whispered. His fingers were quick to find the clip of her bra and undoing it. Sliding the straps of her shoulders slowly, Bucky helped take the bra off. “But I’m gonna keep these,” he said, slapping her ass with one hand while the other one cupped her pussy from the front. She moaned loudly. “The backside of this underwear…” Bucky murmured. “The way your ass looks so damn beautiful in it…” Bucky moved down to bite her ass cheek lightly, making her yelp. “I’m gonna fuck you in it, peaches.”

Dragging one finger all the way from her clit to her plug, Bucky hummed. “I’mma fuck this little thing, first,” he said, inserting two of his fingers into your pussy. “It looks too wet and cute for me to not touch it, y’know,” he added. “But I was thinking maybe I would…” He trailed off as he leaned forward and just licked a fat line up to her plug. She shuddered under his tongue.

“Anything,” she sobbed into his pillow. “Anything you want, Sir, take it!” Chuckling darkly, Bucky did exactly that.

He trailed his tongue up and down, collecting all of her juices that were licking out constantly, licking her inner thighs clean, Bucky pushed his tongue inside of her. She whimpered and wiggled. Bucky was quick to give her a slap on her ass; a warning for her to stay still. She meekly apologized and stopped moving. Bucky slurped, his tongue dove deeper and curved just right. She groaned long and loud, Bucky was so glad that he wasn’t living at an apartment or something.

He pulled back. He was way too impatient for eating her out properly. Grabbing a hold of his cock, he dragged it up and down for a couple times. When he was sure that his dick was covered with her wetness, he slowly inched inside of her.

She gasped, her breath getting stuck on her throat as she fisted the sheets and arched her back. As Bucky slid deeper into her, he felt like was he could explode anytime. She was so tight, so wet and so warm around him, it was like sinking deep into silk sheets in a warm night… It felt so damn good.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Bucky moaned. “You’re tighter than a virgin, I fucking swear,” he grumbled as he leaned forward to cage her body under his. When his hips were flush against her, he stopped for a second. He didn’t want to come too early, but he had been Horny as hell ever since he saw that little plug nestled in its place.

This one was going to be a quick, take-the-edge-off kind of one.

“I’m not gonna last,” Bucky whispered and felt her nod. She was close already, Bucky could feel her walls fluttering around him. His eyes rolled backwards a little when he started to move his hips. Her tight as fuck heat was wrapped around him so damn nicely, Bucky was a little surprised that he hadn’t come as soon as he entered her.

His slow pace didn’t take too long to turn into a desperate, fast and hard one. His hips were slapping against hers, their sweaty skin making obscene sounds echoing in his bedroom. He was so close, so horny, that it really didn’t take him too long to feel his balls tighten. Bucky buried a groan into her neck. His hips were moving on a punishing pace. His hard cock was driving in and out of her pussy with obscene squelching sounds. All those sounds and her moaning and whimpering beneath him were getting to his head real fast. Bucky gasped.

“Sir─” She choked on a breath and gasped just like him. “’m so fuckin’ close, Sir, please!” Her legs were shaking, her chest was heaving and Bucky could feel the flutter of her walls increasing and becoming more intense with each thrust of his.

“God, honey, me too,” he moaned. His pace was halting, he knew he was about to come. Groaning, Bucky slipped his fingers on her front and found her clit. She screamed. “Shit!” Bucky cursed as she came unexpectedly. Her knees buckled with the intensity of her orgasm and she collapsed on the bed with Bucky’s cock still hard and still inside of her. Bucky cursed again, taking a hold of her knees, he spread her legs to her sides. They were quivering in his hands, and he knew she was sensitive, but he was right fucking there. Lying fully on top her, Bucky started to move his hips again. It was a filthy and only focused on chasing his orgasm kind of pace, this time.

“Oh, fuck, Sir!” She exclaimed, eyes widening. Bucky was in deep. He was in so deep, her walls were so tight─

“Shit,” Bucky cursed. “Fuck, oh, God, ah, fuuck─!” The delirious movements of his hips stopped. His balls tightened, cock twitched in her and he came. Eyes rolling backwards, Bucky groaned loud and long. His taut muscles going lax, his hot breath licking her over-heated body and her tightness was still hugging his poor cock so nicely.

“God, Bucky, what the fuck,” she panted. Bucky hummed. He rubbed his stubble-covered jaw on her shoulder affectionately. Easing off of her, Bucky dropped himself next to her and pulled her into his arms to cuddle. “My legs won’t stop quiver.”

Bucky snorted. “You’re welcome,” he grumbled. She rolled her eyes but stayed quiet, burrowing herself deeper into her lover’s arms. Their eyes were closing, they were tired and much needed orgasm had loosened up their tensed muscles. “Round two in an hour,” Bucky slurred. “Gonna play with you.”

She just hummed and closed her eyes.

A little energy nap would do them good, she knew it.

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[part two will be up soon!]

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