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Sink Into Me - 07 - mob!Steve Rogers x plus size!reader

Pairing: mob boss! Steve Rogers x plus size! reader

Summary: You were simply doing a good deed, pulling the handsome stranger out of the way when a car jumped the curb. Little did you know that the life you saved belonged to Steve Rogers, the Army veteran turned art dealer with connections to the Brooklyn crime syndicate.

Steve Rogers, who won’t stop calling you his guardian angel.

Steve Rogers, whose new goal in life just might be repaying his debt to you.

Steve Rogers, who isn’t shy until it comes to his feelings and will stop at nothing to keep you safe.

Chapters: 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09

Wordcount: 7.9k

Warnings: some violence in this one, vague references to drugging at a club (not to reader), feelings

Notes: thank you for your patience, beautiful people!! let's goooo.

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If Steve looked inward for more than a spare second, he could unpack the heavy feelings that sat on his chest. But, he wouldn’t allow himself even that miniscule moment in time to think. Instead, it suddenly made way more sense to throw himself into work - from selling buildings to working on art curation to all the dirty things he did behind the scenes. If he wasn’t working, he was sleeping or working out or drinking at Shield.

On this particular day, he was taking care of new business.

“What did we fucking say about selling this shit in Brooklyn?”

Steve almost felt bad for the guy he was slamming his fist into. Steve had absolutely broken his nose, maybe cracked his jaw.

But, Steve had the upper hand here. The shithead was tied up to a metal chair, in the basement of one of Steve’s oldest properties.

Thor had picked the guy up selling products near Brighton Beach. It was the third idiot working for Rumlow that had been caught crossing boundaries and pushing their new formula. It was one thing to not converse with Steve and confirm his cut. It was another to prey on high school kids.

Steve reached for the guy's collar. “Do you need a reminder?”

He growled under Steve’s fist. “Your precious kingdom is going to crumble.” The man sucked in a breath and leaned forward, spitting a mournful of blood at Steve.

Although electricity was climbing through every inch of Steve’s body, he remained stoic. Slowly, he wiped off the remnants of blood from his neck and shirt. Then Steve took in a sharp breath and delivered a kick to the man’s chest, sending the chair stumbling backward to the ground. With a clap of his hands, he turned around and pointed at Thor and Bucky. Both men were watching from the doorway of the dingy basement.

“Call your brother and tell him to peel this man apart for information about Rumlow’s operation.” Steve planted a hand on Thor’s shoulder.

“I’m on it, boss. But Loki will want cash and—”

“Pay him whatever he needs.” Steve finished off, confirming with a nod before leaving with Bucky. “Make sure he gets rid of the body afterwards.”

Bucky remained silent as he followed Steve up the stairs, matching his pace as they headed towards an awaiting car outside. It wasn’t until they were well on their way back to the club, in the thick of traffic that Bucky spoke up.

“You good?”

Steve, who had been staring out the window, turned his head back to his friend. “I’m fine.”

“Because usually you let the boys get dirty.” Bucky pointed out the remaining marks of blood that littered Steve’s chest. “And calling in Laufeyson..”

“I want to clean up this fucking mess that’s found it’s way into our streets, Bucky. Don’t you think I know what I’m doing?”

“Of course I do, you idiot. Don’t fucking yell at me, too. Christ. You’re wound up because you made a mistake. Don’t take it out on us.”

Steve didn’t even bother replying. Because Bucky was right.

Steve was angry. At himself.

God, you were grateful for your friends. If you didn’t have them in your corner, you knew that everything with Steve might have sunk you down way further than you wanted. In fact, you knew damn well that if you let yourself slow down and think for a few minutes, the pain you had been so easy to dismiss might come roaring back to life.

But, there wasn't time to slow down. Not when your evenings became a delicate balance of work, walking Hercules then meeting up for some sort of exciting activity in the city.

Pietro certainly had a penchant for finding fun things to do. Somehow he had a better pulse of the city than you and your friends who actually lived there. Your group chat was constantly buzzing with suggestions about markets to check out or special nights at certain bars or clubs or after party events with Pietro’s coworkers.

It was a welcome distraction most days. But other days, all you wanted to do was have a pity party on your own. Even though you knew you deserved better than the way Steve had called things off, part of you kept wondering about how it all played out. One night after a night out with your friends and one too many glasses of white wine, you had gone into a deep, dark Instagram spiral.

Steve himself didn’t have any kind of personal social media presence. But someone managed one for his gallery and another one for Shield too. You scrolled through every post for a glimpse of him and every time some version of him showed up in a photo, your heart got a little more cracked open.

Once you made it through the entire main feed of images, you dug deeper. The tagged photos for Shield had plenty of activity, including a recent slew of images from a weekend event at the club. One photo had Steve in it - you were sure, though he wasn’t facing the camera. It was in the background of some beautiful brunette’s photo and you knew it was upstairs in one of the VIP areas of Shield.

You were going crazy over it. Why did he have to end it the way he did? How come you didn’t get any other conversation or closure over the whole thing?

After a long day at work and an extra long walk home with Hercules, you had decided it was time for a night in. Thankfully you hadn’t heard any activity in the group chat all day, so you were very much looking forward to some time on the couch with your favourite bowl of pasta.

Just as you got home, a crack of thunder sounded out and you knew a summer storm was imminent. You wouldn’t consider yourself someone who romanticized the rain - in fact, you hated thunderstorms. Since childhood you had connected storms to danger and darkness, and although now you were at home safe in your own apartment, you had never felt more alone and unsettled.

You remedied the uncomfortable feelings as best as you could - quickly calling your mother to talk while you made dinner. And when you had finally plated your food, you dropped onto the couch with Hercules and sent out an SOS to the group chat.

Claire was at work. Maria was at home uptown in Manhattan, waiting out the storm. And Wanda revealed she was out on a date with Vision, hiding out from the rain at some lavish restaurant uptown.

You groaned. Your lights flickered.

In an attempt to calm down, you tried to lose yourself in some reruns of your favourite show. It wasn’t working very well - especially with an anxious Hercules at your side who was not enjoying the storm outside, either.

Looks like you had to be the strong one, for the sake of your son.

“We’re gonna be okay, buddy,” you cooed as you cuddled in close to Hercules. “This storm shall pass or whatever.”

Your moment of wisdom was cut off when your phone started to buzz on the coffee table. You picked it up to see Pietro’s face on the screen.

“Hello?” You answered.

“Hey!” He called out on the other end of the phone. You could hear the rain. “I’m a block away. Please tell me you have dry towels?”

You stood up and shook your head, confused. Had you made plans that you forgot about? Most weeknights Pietro was at the restaurant until close and–

“Wanda said you hate storms and we lost power at the restaurant. So I’m coming over to hang! I have desserts.”

He didn’t even let you argue, doubling down on the rain and how he wanted to hang out. It was strange though - of course you considered Pietro your friend, you just had never hung out one on one before. You hadn’t really assumed you were friends like that - moreso that you were friends with Wanda and he came along with that transaction. But you really enjoyed being around him. Pietro’s extraversion benefited you regularly and well, you definitely did not want to be alone in the storm anyway.

You greeted Pietro at the door with a dry towel, although his was in good spirits despite his damp clothing.

“You didn’t have to come over,” you told him as you unpacked the paperbag he had brought from the restaurant. “I’m surviving.”

“Sure. But who else can I talk to about this boring philosophical PhD my sister is dating again?” Pietro flashed you his signature charming smile, peeling off his wet sweater and following your arms to toss it in your dryer. “What kind of name is Vision anyway?”

“I only met him once or twice,” you replied with a small smirk. “They really hit it off - though she never said why they had ruptured in the first place.”

“Well, as her older brother, I’m cautious. I deserve to know about the guy, it’s giving me even more grey hair to think about her dealing with some dumb man.”

You laughed. “Aren’t you like - 10 minutes older?”

“Twelve, actually.” He turned and headed back towards the counter. “This is for you by the way - packaged up by M’Baku himself.”

Glancing down at the to-go box, containing a particularly delectable slice of cheesecake, you couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. “What?”

On more than one occasion you, Wanda and occasionally Maria or Claire had headed to the restaurant past closing to hang out while Pietro and his coworkers finished up for the evening. Mostly you sat at the bar and sipped on a cocktail while the kitchen crew finished up. A few nights ago, you had done exactly that and after the restaurant was closed, instead of heading out like you had planned, you all stayed and played cards and shared a few of the leftover dishes. Somehow, one of the kitchen staff had sat with you - the prep cook, M’Baku - and if you had been in a clear state of mind and heart, you might have thought you and him had hit it off.

M’Baku had probably even been flirting with you. But since Steve had crushed your confidence, you had a hard time believing that was possible.

“He also asked me for your number,” Pietro added in, breaking you from your thoughts as you both sat back on the couch again. “If you want, I can text him right now and..”

You sighed. “I don’t know if I want to… do that. Date or.. Even think about dating. This is really nice of him, though.” With a glide of your fork, you grabbed a corner of the cake and smiled. “Reallllly nice.”

“You don’t have to date the guy,” Pietro countered, tipping his head to the side to meet your gaze. “Nothing wrong with having a little harmless fun.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so. Unfortunately, I was not blessed with a harmless fun gene, unlike you and Wanda.” You nudged him with your elbow. “The cheesecake is great though. Tell him thanks!”

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“Are you sure this outfit is restaurant soft open slash after party appropriate?”

Wanda rolled her eyes at you in the mirror, shooting you a smile. “Piet said it was casual. Don’t overthink it.” She finished off fixing her lipstick and turned. “You look great.”

Now you were rolling your eyes. You had picked out a casual summer dress to combat the heat, but you still weren’t sure. You wouldn’t admit it out loud, but after everything with Steve, all your confidence and self esteem hadn't really recovered. The way he had talked to you with such promise and excitement about your body, only to…

No, no. It wasn’t fair to do that to yourself. You had to try and let it go. You had a fun night ahead.

Although your exciting social lives had slowed down a bit, Pietro still managed to talk you into some after work activities. On this particular Friday, you and Wanda were meeting up with him to visit some new restaurant that had recently opened. Surprising to no one, Pietro had befriended the guy who supplied their restaurant all their alcohol and the guy had gotten Pietro an invite to some soft opening event. Pietro and a few plus ones, even.

You slipped into your shoes and watched as Wanda finished pacing around her apartment gathering her things. “Where are we going anyway?”

Wanda glanced down at her phone. “He just sent me the location - somewhere in Bedstuy I guess. C’mon, we can get the next train.”

When you got off the subway and started towards whatever address Wanda was following in her phone, a weird little twist of discomfort swirled in the pit of your stomach. No, it couldn’t be possible. Sure, you were in your old neighbourhood. And yes, if you turned down the next street on the right you’d –

“It’s down here,” Wanda tipped her head down that next street on the right.

Wilson’s Kitchen.

You slowed your feet down nearly and finally came to a complete stop before you approached the restaurant. Noooo. No. The last time you had been down this street, outside of this exact building - a car had come barreling off the sidewalk and changed your life.

You let out a silent groan, shaking your head as you saw Pietro and some people from his restaurant wave to you from outside the place.

Wanda glanced over her shoulder, reaching for your hand. “Come on.” She didn’t know all the details and you didn’t have the time or ability to explain it all now. Of course it had to be this restaurant - that Steve owned. Wilson’s… you recognized that as Sam’s last name, but wondered what the connection was?

You wanted to throw up. What if Steve was inside?

“You alright?” It was Pietro who paused as everyone else headed in before you two.

“Yeah..” You took a deep breath. “It’s a long story. Just might need some emotional support here tonight.”

He raised a curious eyebrow but gave you a pointed nod. “Okay, got it. Keep your secrets but did I mention it’s an open bar at least?”

You took a deep breath and decided that you could do hard things, you could do uncomfortable things. Steve didn’t matter! You deserved to live your own best life. You took Pietro’s awaiting hand. “Oh, lead the way then.”

As soon as you got inside, you were somehow taken from Brooklyn into a cool bistro from the French Quarter. Pietro gave you a quick low down on the place - a New Orleans fusion menu inspired by the chef’s upbringing in Delacroix. There was trendy exposed brick paired with iron accents and even supplemented by a generous jazzy ambiance floating through the air.

You met up with Wanda who had found a seat at the bar. The rest of the place was quite packed. Servers zipped around the room with trays of food, stopping by the bustling tables and delivering drinks to guests. There wasn’t a set menu or agenda for the evening, but you had to be honest with your friends before things got out of hand.

“Okay, Wan.” You grabbed her hand, sparing a quick glance around the room. “Steve owns this place. If you see him, please give me fair warning.”

“Wait. Who is Steve?” Pietro had planted himself behind you both, waving a hand to the bartender for a few cocktails.

“A dumb man!” Wanda summarized quickly, turning directly in her seat to scan the crowds too.

“A dumb man I dated a while back..” You squished your face, then tried to shake away all your thoughts. “He was a jerk at the end.”

“Boooo..” Pietro threw his arm around you and squeezed. “There is still time for me to give your number to–”

“No, no.” You grabbed his hand where it sat on your shoulder. “Let’s just have fun, okay? No more thoughts about Steve.”

You had a perfectly lovely night. The food you sampled was incredible and the drinks were damn delicious. You even had the opportunity to meet Sarah, the head chef - who gushed about the evolving menu and how excited she was to have community kitchen days on the weekend to feed the neighborhood.

“It is a great location,” you replied, pivoting slightly in your stool to speak with her. Wanda and Pietro had ducked outside for some air. “I used to live a few blocks from here.”

Before you got any further, someone was saddling up beside her, dropping a hand over her shoulder. “Great turnout, sis.”

You offered Sam an awkward smile as he realized you two had been talking. He faltered for a second, glancing over his shoulder before finally giving you a greeting. “Oh, hey. It’s.. good to see you.” Sarah seemed to take this as an opportunity to excuse herself back to the kitchen, so you had to continue with Sam on your own.

“A friend of mine had an invite.” For some reason you felt you had to immediately defend yourself, even though he didn’t ask why you were there.

Sam let out a long breath and lifted a shoulder to shrug. “Listen, I don’t need to repeat the speech about how much of a fucking idiot Steve is.” He sighed then leaned back to the end of the restaurant. “He is here though, with a group in the back dining room.”

You tried not to give yourself away with your body language, but suddenly you felt even more on edge than you had before. You hadn’t seen Steve yet and it didn’t mean you were going to see him now. But knowing he was only a few walls away from you.. Well, it both worried you and also it seemed to stoke that weird feeling in your stomach into fiery anger.

“Thanks for the heads up, Sam.”

“Sam! What’s the hold up? Did you get a hold of Sean?”

Then, like some stick twist of fate, a quiet commotion started out of the back room. You couldn’t help but turn on your stool again and look in that direction along with Sam.

And there, sticking his head out the door with a big grin on his face, as waves of laughter and clinking glasses sounded out behind him, was Steve. Even though you could only see part of his torso, you knew he was probably donning some sharp suit jacket and you wanted to scream.

It felt like time slowed down as you met Steve’s eyes - though he was far away, it felt like he was looking right into your soul. His jaw stilled, then snapped shut and before either of you really had a moment to process what was happening, you looked away and rushed to your feet.

You mumbled out some rushed goodbye to Sam then immediately headed outside to find Wanda and Pietro.

They were standing near the front window - Wanda with a cigarette in one hand and her phone in the other. Pietro glanced up from his own phone when you shuffled up beside them. He raised an eyebrow at your distressed face.

You took a deep breath. “I saw Steve.”

Wanda turned and dropped her cigarette, stomping it out and reaching for your hand. “Auuugh. But you survived, babe. Shit. Are you okay? Does he look terrible?”

You just shrugged. “No, he looked great. Even from afar.” A dramatic groan left the pit of your stomach. “God, he’s the worst.”

Wanda’s phone started to buzz and she glanced from it to the street. “Ah, Vis is here. We were gonna go to.. Let me just send him off.”

“No, no.” You squeezed her hand. “Just go. I’ll call an Uber.”

“I’ll make sure she gets home,” Pietro jumped in, giving Wanda a quick side hug. “Have fun! Be safe!”

Wanda pretended to falter for a second, then threw her arms around you before darting off to the awaiting car.

You let out another long sigh and leaned against the nearest wall, shaking your head as Pietro stepped in front of you. “I think I need to head home - but you can stay, I’ll be fine.”

He watched you closely. “I’m sorry. For whatever that asshole said to you - for you to feel this way now. You’re a catch.”

You couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped you. “I don’t think I am, but I appreciate your kindness, Piet.” Behind you both, a pair of black SUVs pulled up. They were definitely Steve’s. “Augh, I need to get out of here.”

Pietro looked over his shoulder at the vehicles, then back into the restaurant through the window. “Or.. wait. Is that his ride? He has to come out this way?”

You could see some sort of plan was forming in his head. “What are you scheming about now?”

Pietro grinned, taking a step closer to you. “Harmless fun, my friend. Flirt with me?”

“What?” Your eyes grew wide. “We can’t. You don’t actually want to..”

“Miláčik, please. If that dumb idiot man is going to walk out here, let him see you perfectly distracted by someone else without a care in the world.”

“Piet, there are so many other girls I’m sure you’d rather flirt with.”

“No, actually. I would love to flirt with you. But my sister said I cannot date her friends and I’m going back to Sokovia in a month or so..” He took in a deep breath and stepped forward, tentatively reaching a hand out to rest on your waist. “If neither of us want to date, at least let’s..”

The door opened and suddenly, you didn’t have time to even process Pietro’s words. Instead, you wrapped your hands around his neck and pulled him as close to you as possible. And, well, he wasted no time trailing his lips against your neck as one hand wrapped around your waist. The other he used to cradle against your jaw.

“Can you see him?” Pietro whispered against your neck, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. “I don’t really care about that man but if this helps you..”

You tried not to make your shifting eyes very obvious but yes, in the large group of people walking out of Wilson’s Kitchen, just ten feet away from you - there was Steve.

He met your eyes again, extending his arm for someone else to get into the car before him. But this time, you didn’t look away. Instead, you scratched your hand against Pietro’s neck and laughed.

Time slowed down again as Steve eventually tore his eyes from yours, ducking his head to get into the back of the vehicle.

You squeezed your eyes shut as the cars finally pulled away.

With a firm pat, you tried to bring Pietro back to earth. He lingered close enough to you that your lips were nearly touching. He grinned. “Sorry if that was too much.”

“It was..” You relaxed your shoulders and leaned back again, resting your forehead against Pietro’s. “..exactly what I needed.” A silly shield, a defensive mechanism against Steve.

He laughed, quiet. “Good. I’m glad. And is there anything else you might need tonight?”

“Just someone to get me home safely. And maybe..” Leap of faith, leap of faith. “We flirt some more. At home. On my couch.”

You knew you were making a choice. God, when was the last time you had been the one to suggest going to a club on a Saturday night? You could practically hear Maria rolling her eyes on the other side of the phone, but you knew she’d be on board. Claire was immediately into the plan too, and it only took a few more minutes to get Wanda and Pietro in on the event.

And the fact that you suggested Shield, of all places, as your location of choice. Well, that was just a coincidence. If Steve happened to be there, then so be it. It had been months now since you’d broken up and a few weeks since the night at the restaurant, and you knew it was time to move the fuck on. You could go places that Steve might be at. You’d be fine.

It didn’t make you any less nervous, though. The idea of running into him wasn’t exactly something that thrilled you. What if you saw him with another girl? That would hurt. Or worse, what if he just…

No, no. This wasn’t about Steve. This was about taking yourself back and leaving him behind.

“Okay, the Uber will be here in four minutes!” Pietro loved being the motivator and sometimes it meant very bad decisions. In this particular instance, it meant one last shot of sour raspberry liqueur before you got to the club.

You cheers’d your friends, taking one last glance in the mirror by your door and calling out your goodbye to Hercules as you all clambered to the front lobby.

“You look amazing, did I tell you that?” Claire nudged you with her arm as you lingered outside. “You’ll drive him crazy.” You just laughed, letting the buzz of the alcohol overtake you like a warm blanket. She was right - you did look good. The dress you picked was definitely in your comfort zone but it showed off everything you wanted on display. And your hair had fallen exactly where you wanted it to.

You looked hot.

Steve Rogers, eat your heart out.

When you got to the front of the line at the club, you immediately regretted the entire plan. And when you met the eyes of the bouncer at the door, Luke, who greeted you with a big smile, you wanted to run in the opposite direction.

“Nice to see you, sunshine,” Luke greeted as he handed you back your ID. “Have a fun night. Don’t get into trouble, alright?”

“That man is a brick house,” Claire laughed, looking over her shoulder back at him when you got inside. “I’d like to know everything about him.”

“Stop that,” you laughed as you looped your arm with hers, following behind Wanda, Pietro and Maria who were heading towards the bar. “He works for Steve.”

“Of course,” Claire nodded, as her grin grew even louder. “You’ve gotta get me in touch with that man later, please.”

“What about Matt?” You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing too as you pushed your way closer to your friends as they got to the bar.

“Off again, currently.” Claire sidled up beside Pietro and waved towards the nearest bartender.

Luckily, you didn’t see Kate or Yelena behind the bar, so you’d be saved from those interactions. Instead, the bartender was someone you didn’t recognize and thankfully they didn’t even look twice at you as Pietro passed out the newly poured drinks. Once you were all sufficiently back into the tipsy but edging on drunk mood, the dance floor was your destination.

God, Pietro was fun. You didn’t have any regrets about how things had gone this summer, that almost whatever that didn’t happen after the restaurant quietly dissipated. Okay, you did make out hard that night - but then you pulled back and sent him on his way home. And the best part, it hadn’t been weird afterwards. You went back to normal, as friends, and you couldn’t have been more grateful for his distraction. Maybe in another life where he actually lived on the same continent as you - things could have been different. But if you thought too hard about it, you also knew you had just been using him to not think about Steve. And that wasn’t fair either. So instead, you decided that having platonic male friends was okay. And if Pietro wanted to dance with you, that’s all it had to mean.

And Pietro loved to dance.

It wasn’t hard to lose track of time on the dance floor - occasionally a pair would head back to the bar and deliver shots or drinks, but you all mostly sang loud and danced hard. God, your friends were fun - it was mostly a comfortable environment in your own little bubble and the only hands that landed on you were usually from Claire or Pietro.

You did check in with the real world - glancing around the room to be aware of your surroundings and on more than one occasion you glanced up towards the VIP areas upstairs.

And although you were trying not to give a fuck about Steve, when you saw him up there standing near the railing, your heart jolted. The view was brief as he stepped away, probably heading to the upstairs bar.

“Fuck that guy!” Pietro yelled out, pulling your attention back down.

“She already did,” Claire announced with a big laugh, planting a kiss on your cheek. “You know the only good way to get over him is to get under someone else.”

You laughed along and threw your arms over your friends. Maybe that was true but finding someone to date seemed absolutely awful. Dancing was easier, you didn’t want to think about Steve or dating or anything.

Suddenly, the back and forth about getting over Steve disappeared. Just a few feet from where you all were dancing, you had a feeling something bad was happening. Your mind was racing as you watched some brute of a man holding up a young girl, helping her walk out of the busy crowd. But it didn’t feel right - the way she tried pushing away from his chest, head lolling to the side.

“Hey!” Reaching for Claire’s hand, you searched the nearby area to see if anyone else could see what was happening.

Claire followed your eyes and frowned. “Shit.” She pulled ahead from you and sprung into action.

“Pietro!” You turned your head and grabbed his shoulder. “Go find a bouncer, fast!” Though you could see he was confused, he nodded and rushed away.

You caught up with Claire, who was trying to gently get the girl away from the larger man. “Hey, honey. Hi. Do you know this guy?”

“We’re good here, leave us alone!” The man barked at Claire. “She’s fine. We’re heading out.”

You shuffled over, trying to put yourself between them as Claire tugged the girl away. You reached your hand out to stop the guy from coming closer again. “Leave her alone!”

“Where am I..” The girl mumbled as Claire helped her to stand, moving her hand up to try and steady the girl as Claire looked in her eye.

“It’s okay, you’re okay. Do you know that guy?” Claire asked. The girl shook her head.

A loud snort came from the man. “Jesus Christ, she just agreed to come home with me.”

As he tried to move towards her again, you pressed a hand against his chest to stop him. “Get away from her.”

“Stay out of it, you fat bitch!” He pushed you away, backwards into the crowd as he rushed towards Claire and the girl instead.

Maybe it was the alcohol surging through your or just your general rage at the male population, but as you found your footing once more, you just went for it. Although the entire scene was turning into a spectacle, you hurried forward and yanked on the guy's shoulder to stop him.

With a snap of his neck, he turned towards you and growled. “Jesus Christ, don’t you know when to quit?” He grabbed your shoulder then stomped down, smashing his boot onto your foot. “Dumb fucking bit—”

This time when he pushed you back, you landed against someone’s chest. No, someone was pulling you away.

“Hey, hey - take it easy!”

Steve.

Ahead of you, more chaos was unfolding. Sam and Bucky were suddenly fighting the man through the crowd, fists flying as they shouted. Pietro had reappeared with Luke, immediately rushing both Claire and the girl through the bar to some back room.

“Are you okay?” Steve’s voice came from behind you. His arm was wrapped around your shoulders and shit, were you shaking?

“Hands off,” you finally replied, pulling away from him. He immediately dropped his arms, holding his hands up in defense. You took a step forward then hissed in pain

“Fuck.” You glanced down at your foot, though you could barely see it in the dark lights of the club. It fucking hurt though.

“Let me help you,” Steve shifted and offered a hand to you. “Please.”

You strained your neck to try and find Pietro or Maria or Wanda, but they seemed to have disappeared too. Begrudgingly, you accepted Steve’s arm under yours as you limped away from the dance floor.

Even if Luke hadn’t messaged Steve to report that you were waiting in line outside, Steve would have spotted you in the crowd.

Because it was you.

Your entire being had left an imprint on him and he couldn’t stop himself from searching any crowded room for you, still. Months had gone by since he had hit self destruct but he couldn’t get you off his mind.

Even though Meredith Russo had been hanging off him throughout the night, Steve’s radar remained on you. Especially whenever anyone got close to you, including that silver haired dude. The way he danced against you, how he made you laugh and blush - it drove Steve mad. He was certain it was the same guy who had his hands all over you outside the restaurant too. Fuck, he hadn’t like that that either.

He considered, briefly, just leaving the club and heading home for the rest of the night. But the moment he saw you, something told him to stay. He did, however, try not to spend his entire night watching you from afar. Especially when he noticed one of your friends looking up towards his section.

Instead, he focused on only watching from the balcony every now and then. Everytime he refreshed his drink, or got up to greet a guest, he would throw a subtle look downwards to the dance floor.

Yep, there you were. Still dancing, smiling, not a care in the world.

Fuck.

This was what he wanted. To let you go, to save you from his world. But god fucking damnit, the pain in his chest hadn’t subsided at all.

“Steeeeeve. Wanna dance?”

Meredith Russo was attractive - Steve wasn’t blind. That didn’t mean he cared even a fraction about her. Yet somehow, every single time he had been out lately - with or without Billy Russo - Meredith seemed to appear too.

“No.” He clipped his words and turned away from her at the upstairs bar.

“Okay, how about we just cut to the chase and you take me home then? I’m tired of this game,” Meredith returned to him, planting her feet and staring him down. “You can do whatever you want to me.”

“I don’t want to do anything to you, Meredith. Excuse me.”

He could hear her starting to respond, though he escaped her soon enough. And then, Sam was calling for his attention from near the staircase. “Steve, come here!”

Steve followed Sam’s pointed hand and realized something was unfolding downstairs on the dance floor. He could see anger building in some oversized man and then there you were, in the middle of it.

“Shit,” Steve hissed out, calling for Sam and Bucky to follow him as he rushed downstairs. Where the fuck were his security guards? Who was he paying to maintain the safety standards in his establishment if this was occurring in the middle of the room?

“Stay out of it, you fat bitch!”

Steve couldn't move fast enough.

As they swam through the large groups of people, shouting for some sort of clearance, Steve was just praying that you’d be unscathed.

“Jesus Christ, don’t you know when to quit? Dumb fucking bit—”

All Steve could see was red. The man grabbed you, pushed you, and then you were collapsing backward.

Steve caught you just in time, gently wrapping his arm around your shoulder to pull you further away while Sam and Bucky moved ahead to deal with the brute.

“Hey, hey - take it easy!”

You were shaking in his arms, high on adrenaline and liquor as the scene calmed down.

“Are you okay?”

You stilled immediately, pulling away from him. “Hands off!”

Steve relented without hesitation, letting you go and watching as you stumbled forward. You winced in pain as you stepped down on your right foot.

“Fuck.”

Steve sighed and offered his hand to you. “Let me help you. Please.” He worried you were about to fight him too but thankfully you accepted his arm around your shoulder as you hobbled off the dance floor.

Steve didn’t think he’d ever be in this position again - driving you home after a night out. But circumstances were different and following everything that happened at the club, he had insisted. Though it was clear you had your guard way up.

After dropping off Pietro, Wanda and Maria - Claire had gone to the hospital with the young girl, accompanied by Luke - the quiet hung between you and Steve in his car.

He hadn’t experienced silence that heavy and loud before.

You squeaked out a quiet ‘thanks’ as your building approached, but Steve doubled down.

“Let me help you to your door, at least. You’re limping.”

Truthfully, Steve thought maybe you should go to the ER too. That asshole had really smashed into your foot and an x-ray would probably find a fracture. Christ, he was still fuming over that entire interaction - the image of that man pushing you, yelling in your face, grabbing you..

How come Steve hadn’t been able to protect you? How could he let you get hurt like that?

Right. Because it wasn’t his responsibility.

Fuck.

“Fine,” you begrudgingly agreed to his suggestion. The silence continued otherwise as Steve guided you to the elevator, then in the direction of your apartment.

Once you fished out your keys from your small purse, you managed to get the door open. Hercules was eagerly awaiting on the other side.

Steve saw your full body sigh.

He swallowed hard, waiting outside the doorway still. “I can take him out, if you’d like.”

You avoided his eyes but nodded. “Sure. Thanks.”

Even just spending time outside with Hercules caused Steve’s heart to ache all over again. He thought he had suppressed it all - channeling all his complicated feelings until nights out and all his unrelenting rage into his fists. And yet, they bubbled up again without warning just at the sound of your voice.

God fucking damnit.

When he returned to your apartment, with a slow, sleepy pup at his side, he contemplated his next move. He knew he should probably just let Hercules back inside and go. But, he was a sucker for punishment. So, he cautiously opened the door and called your name.

Hercules, freed from his leash and collar, bounced towards your bedroom. Steve stepped to the side and peeked through the open door. You were laying flat on your bed, changed into pajamas. He sighed again, retrieving an ice pack from your freezer and moving towards your room.

“You should ice your foot,” he said slowly, offering you the compress.

You stuck your hand out for him to hand it off, then rested it on your foot without a word. He retreated back towards the door and waited.

Finally, you spoke. “God, I wish I was still drunk.”

Steve let out a breath. “And why is that?”

“Because I have a thousand things to say to you but..”

Steve waited to see if you’d carry on your thought but instead you fell back deeper onto your pillows. He glanced up to the ceiling then took a step further into your room.

“It’s after 2AM now.” He leaned against the doorframe. “Honesty Hour.”

You let out a dry laugh. “Sure. Go ahead, you start, I guess.”

“Uh, how come you aren’t spending the night with your boyfriend?”

This time your laugh was a lot deeper. “I don’t have a boyfriend, Steve.”

“That silver haired guy?”

“Wanda’s brother. Just a friend. Not that it matters.”

He knew he should keep his commentary to himself, but Steve couldn’t resist. “You let all your friends touch you and dance with you like that?”

You sat up. “That’s none of your business. And at least he danced with me. Unlike you.”

Steve drew in a sharp breath. “Okay, I deserve that.”

You sighed, shifting in your bed to meet Steve’s gaze. “Yeah. You do. The worst part about this entire thing is I feel like I gave you a lot, you know? I was honest and still tried to make it work but you just.. you were mean, Steve.”

He took a step towards your bed. God, he wanted to crawl in beside you. No, those days were long gone. “Sweetheart, I..”

“You were mean. I thought you were different but fuck. It’s funny - Bucky and Sam told me how much of an idiot you are! Like they felt bad, apologetic even. Isn’t that fucked up? But youuuu. You just blocked my number and moved on and you didn’t even say sorry. I fell in love with you! And you didn’t even… God, did you care about me at all? Was this just a big joke to you?”

“Of course I care about you. It’s just.. it’s complicated. My life is complicated, okay? I can’t.. we can’t..” He stepped back again, dragging a hand down his face. “I am sorry.”

“Yeah. Whatever.” With another frustrated groan, you laid back again and turned away from him. “I guess this is the end. So, have a nice life, Steve.”

He wanted to drop to his knees and apologize again, to get at least one last look at you but Steve knew it was too late.

When you woke up the next morning, the entire evening felt like a dream. But as you stepped off the bed and your foot radiated in pain; it all came flooding back.

Shield, drinking, dancing, Steve, the helpless young girl, Steve, that piece of shit stomping on your foot, Steve driving you home, Steve letting out Hercules, arguing with Steve... Steve… Steve Steve Steve

Of course, I care about you. It’s just.. it’s complicated.

Have a nice life, Steve.

You groaned, very slowly throwing on enough clothes to venture outside with Hercules. The more pressure and time you spent standing on your foot, the worse it felt. When you checked in on the group chat and let them know you were alive, Claire insisted you visit her at work to get your foot checked out.

Given how desperately you needed to unload about what happened with Steve, you put yourself together and headed to the hospital.

“Okay, here’s the update. The tech owed me a favour so this one was on the house.” Claire had been a saint and since you were somehow visiting her on a slow morning after her own late night, she had managed to get you through all the paperwork quickly. “The x-ray just showed a teeny tiny fracture. So a tensor and taking it easy should suffice but let’s get the official prognosis.” She stuck her head into the nearby hallway and called for a doctor, by first name.

God, you appreciated her.

Claire’s doctor colleague confirmed what she had said and advised on rest, ice and Tylenol. If it got any worse, you could return for a cast.

“Maybe just a short walk for Herc tonight,” Claire said with finality, flipping the chart closed and dropping into the chair beside the bed. “Now, I have a ten minute break and need to know what the hell happened with Steve last night. He drove you home?”

Although you couldn’t bring yourself to tell Claire every single detail, it felt good to say it all out loud. Maybe you could sense a fraction of remorse in Steve, but it still left you with such an upsetting feeling. Why was he so curious about who you were dating or not dating? It didn’t matter to him anymore.

It was bittersweet to think that your actions with Pietro had impacted Steve so much. Not that you needed him to be jealous but it reminded you he was human still.

Of course I care about you.

As you made your way back down to the exit, passing through the emergency room and through the main reception of the hospital, someone called your name. The voice was strangely familiar and when you clued in to who it was, your heart sank.

“Sarah! Hi.” You paused at the set of chairs near the door, giving a small awkward wave to Sarah Rogers as she stood to say greet you. “It’s nice to see you.”

“You too, sweetie.” She pulled you into a hug and you wanted to melt into the floor. God, how could a woman so sweet raise a son like Steve? Well, no. Maybe that wasn’t a fair question. Before that awful phone call, Steve had proved himself to have traits just like his mother - headstrong, considerate, protective. Damnit. Why did things have to turn out the way they did?

You gave her a soft smile, doing your best to dismiss your plethora of confused thoughts. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, I volunteer in the palliative ward on the weekends. Usually just a couple hours in the morning.” Sarah motioned to the chairs and invited you to sit. “Do you have a second to talk?”

You were running late leaving work - again. God, your boss had been relentless with our workload lately. Gone were the exciting after work adventures from summer. As the fall creeped in and your list of projects grew, you had a feeling more late nights at your desk were in the future. Really, after that night at Shield a few weeks ago, you had pulled yourself back immediately. It had been a while now since you’d done anything beyond a Saturday at the market - which was probably good for your foot, at least.

And now, to make matters worse following your frustrating day at work, there was a thunderstorm in the forecast again. And considering Pietro had just left to go home earlier in the week, you weren’t sure who would be coming to your rescue this time.

You made it to the doggy daycare just minutes before they were closing, apologizing profusely to the girl at the counter as you collected Hercules. When you made it outside and started your walk, you planned out exactly how the rest of your night was going to go: shower, fresh pajamas, ordering in from your favourite Indian place - if they were still open, you needed to check your phone for their hours and–

“Ooof.”

Somehow, only a block before your building, you walked straight into a brick wall of a person. As you mumbled out an apology, you realized it wasn’t just any person, given the hanging tag around his neck. Although he wasn’t in a full patrol uniform, you could see it was someone from the NYPD.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, officer. I wasn’t watching where–”

When he cut you off, reassuring you by saying your name out loud, you narrowed your eyebrows. Wait. What? Why did this officer know who you were? Had he been waiting for you on your route home?

“How do you know my name?” You squeaked out, gripping Hercule’s leash in one hand and your phone in the other. You darted your gaze down to your phone, trying to unlock it.

The man reached out and hit the backside of your hand, sending your phone up and out of your hand. Then, he caught it with a grin. “We need to talk about Steve Rogers.”

CHAPTER 05 - CHAPTER 08

#steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x plus size reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #plus size reader #steve rogers #simmerandwrite #simmerandcry #story: sink into me

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Hi girl,

Just thought I’d start out by saying I love you fan fictions I just think that you are so talented 😊

Anyway onto the fanfiction request. Can I request a George Russell imagine, where the reader is plus sized and works a regular job (you can decide what that job would be) anyway she doesn’t look like the other WAGs, she doesn’t like the designer brands and all the spotlight that comes with being a WAG. So she stands in the mirror and questions why George picked her to be his girlfriend and how he could do better, and he is standing behind the bathroom door hearing all this stuff that she is saying about her self and he sort of confronts her about and soothes her and it’s all cute at the end.

Many Thanks, Rebecca 😊

-Cingulomania-

summary : cingulomania : A strong desire to hold a person in your arms. George wants to hold you after the horrible things you said about yourself.

PAIRING : george russell x fem!plus sized!reader

WARNINGS : angst, insecurity, bad talk about body image (you look amazing!)

note : If you are in such a situation, please go and talk to someone about it! I am also here if you want to talk to me. I love you!

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You had met george in the early state of his Formula One career. George came to the restaurant you worked at with his family and as you served them, you and george had an instant connection.

After the dinner, george came up to the bar you were working from at the moment and had asked for your number. You gave it to him and your journey together began.

You started going on dates together and the more the two of you had done, the more you two fell in love with one another. It was a match made in heaven.

His family and you or only you alone had come to his races. All of George's fans were so happy that he had finally found someone to make him happy. But after some time, every thing wasn't as good as before.

George had become more famous, which meant more people were looking at you and him. This made you very uncomfortable. You didn't look like the typical wag.

You had never liked or felt comfortable with the designer brands or make - up, that the other wags wore. The spotlight that came with being a wag didn't agree with you either.

And the fact that you were not on the skinny side of life made it even more frustrating. You hated how you looked, and most especially how you looked next to other wags.

Due to you feeling that way about yourself, you now stood in front of the mirror in the bedroom you shared with george. The only things you wore were a pair of panties, a bra and some high knee socks.

The skin of your breasts was on the verge of spilling, your stomach stuck out and the skin of your thighs was also on the verge of spilling out of your high knee socks.

You thought that you looked hideous. The bad thoughts were flooding your mind. And there was one question that was in your head since the day you started dating,

Why did George choose you to be his girlfriend?

You couldn't get a grip on it. He was one of the fittest drivers on the entire grid, so why did he ask you. You thought that you looked very ugly, but george had other thoughts about it.

What you didn't know, was that while you were looking at yourself in the mirror, George came home. He called out your name, but you didn't hear him, so he walked up to your shared bedroom.

Just as george wanted to open the door, he heard you talking. He was smiling, he heard your voice, but the smile faded quickly as he heard what you had said about yourself.

"George could do so much better than me."

"I don't understand why he chose me."

"I mean, I look so ugly"

"I'm not a model, I'm just a normal girl, who works at a restaurant."

Your boyfriend furrowed his brows at your statements. He was perplexed. You were the most beautiful girl in this whole universe, His angel that was made for him.

George opened the door what out letting another minute pass by. He couldn't hear all the bad things that you said about yourself. You were his girlfriend, his beautiful, smart girlfriend.

You jumped as you heard the door open. At the door stood george with a sad expression on his face. The door closed and george walked up to you, took your hand in his and walked with you to the bed.

The second he opened his mouth to say something, he stopped because you weren't looking at him. So he tilted your chin up with his middle and index finger.

"Baby, why would you say something like this about yourself?"

"I-I mean, it's true. Have you ever looked at me? I look so ugly, why would you ever choose me, I don't understand."

"What do you mean, why would I ever choose you? I love you. I wanted you to be my girlfriend, because you are smart, witty, beautiful and independent. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me."

"But I'm not like the other wags. I'm not skinny, I don't like designer things, I hate being in the spotlight. You could have everyone but you want me, why. I'm normal, nothing special. "

"You are special to me! I don't need a skinny model who only wants my money. I want you, my beautiful, smart girlfriend, who loves working at the restaurant and reading. Please don't ever talk about yourself like that."

"I can't. I don't. Í don't feel good about my self."

"Well, I'm here for you and I will remind you how beautiful you look. Can you promise me that i you ever feel like this again, you will tell me? Please."

"Promise."

George looked you in the eyes and held up his hand with his pinky finger out. Every time you promised something to each other, you made a pinky promise. You intertwined your finger with his and smiled.

"Pinky promise, georgie."

"Thank you gorgeous."

"I love you, bubs"

"I love you, sweetheart."

He took you into his arms and hugged you, while he stroked your hair and whispered encouragements and sweet comments inside your ear, He never wanted you to feel like this.

For the days that you didn't have enough love for yourself, george was there and gave enough love for the both of you.

#f1 #formula one #george russell blurb #george russel x reader #george russel imagine #george russell imagine #george russell #george russell oneshot #george russell x reader #george russell x y/n #george russell fanfic #formula 1 #f1 angst #f1 one shot

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PART OF MY “WHATEVER THIS IS” SERIES WHICH CAN BE FOUND HERE PAIRING: JAKE ‘HANGMAN’ SERESIN x Female Plus Size Bartender!Reader NICKNAME: Sunshine It goes without saying but I do not give permission for anyone to use my work or copy it somewhere else. A/N: This is a longer one so strap in for the rollercoaster ahead! Thank you so much for all the support regarding this series - i've been truly enjoying writing again and this is keeping me real sane during my quarantine. Rooster's love story is finally coming in the next part! Want to be added to the tag list for this character, all stories or another character? let me know here :)

PLOT: Penny Benjamin's niece works at The Hard Deck, saving the money she earns to get out of the west coast and put herself through Graduate School. What happens when a pretty boy pilot ends up as her fake boyfriend?

PART ONE / PART TWO / PART THREE / PART FOUR / PART FIVE / PART SIX / PART SEVEN / PART EIGHT / PART NINE

That Friday, your bottom lip was sore as you gnawed at it all morning. You changed your outfit three times before finally deciding on a simple tank top and a pair of linen shorts – deciding comfort could be cute. It was a cloudier day, wrapped in a loose denim jacket as a chill rolled through the air.

The walk to the Hard Deck was a short distance down the road to your early afternoon shift and you tried to maintain your cool at the thought of your date this evening. The bar was relatively empty, most of the crowd still at work ahead of the evening rush. Amelia sat at the counter, scratching away at her math homework as you arrived.

“Hey Melia,” you greeted with a small smile as you moved to kneel for inventory under the bar. She tippy toed over the sturdy counter to look down at you.

“Mom said you’ve got a date today,” she smiled as you tilted your head down further.

“Did she?” you quipped and chuckled as you restocked the straws and grabbed a few fruits to slice up for the garnish trays. You pulled out your paring knife and threw a rag over your shoulder as you began to slice a lemon.

“Wouldn’t happen to be the pretty man who was forced to sit out on the patio, would it?” Amelia began to chuckle, going back to the formulas on her notebook with a knowing smile. You glanced up to notice his broad form, back to you as he sat facing the ocean.

“He’s not pretty,” was the only thing you could manage to reply as you placed the slices into their container and moved on to oranges.

“Sure Y/N,” Amelia giggled again as she went back to her homework. You scoffed, playfully tossing a full lemon her way as she giggled more loudly and toasted it back to you. The sounds of your laughter carried out the patio door to Hangman’s ears, causing him to turn and smile at the scene.

He waited patiently until your shift was nearly over, rolling in at 7:45 PM as you began to ring out your final customers for the evening. You hadn’t noticed his approach, deeply focused on all the different tabs you were transferring to your coworker. He admired you as you moved, sliding onto a stool and placing his arms on the bar.

When you finally turned his direction, he was beaming. Daisies clutched in one hand so tightly, you were unsure if all his time outside had been spent clutching them. “Hi,” you greeted, smile meeting your eyes as wiped your hands clean.

“Hi,” Hangman responded, watching as you moved to grab your jacket and purse. You moved to leave the barrier of the bar and directly in front of him. Had you realized how tall he was? He looked good - hair more relaxed and fluffier, scruff gone. Hangman smelt of mint and pine, the scent intoxicating. Hangman leaned down to press a chaste kiss to your warm cheek before he cleared his throat.

“I- uh, these are for you,” he mumbled, handing you the bunch of flowers as he took a deep breath. He looked relieved as you smiled and closed your eyes, inhaling the fragrance of the florals.

“I love daisies,” you breathed, eyes fluttering open to look at him. “Thank you, Jake.” He gulped at his name and his hand touched the small of your back, ushering you to the front entrance without a second thought. He didn’t know what went through his brain as his cocky smile returned and he nodded at your outfit as you made it to the parking lot. “You aren’t wearing that, are you?”

The comment took you by surprise, blinking rapidly as you glanced down. “I, no…?” you finally said, and he nodded, hands moving into his pockets as he thought hard for a moment.

“Alright,” Jake stated and led the way down the road until you found your way to the front of a fancy steakhouse. Suddenly, you understood Jake’s words on your outfit, feeling severely underdressed. You had figured being on the ocean that you would go to a local dive, maybe a bar on the pier to get an appetizer. But you should’ve known with the way Jake presented himself that you would be going to an over-the-top restaurant.

The excitement that had bubbled up in your chest at his genuine smiles and seemingly nervous bouquet fizzed quickly as your seat was pushed in at the dining table. Conversation stifled by stories of Jake’s Top Gun success and his parents’ ranch back in Austin, mixed with requests of the finest meals and cuts of steak. You could only sit and drink your expensive pinot noir as he dragged on and on about this and that.

You couldn’t have felt more out of place as your eyes searched for the honest and reserved Jake that you finally gave into at the bar days prior, but that person was nowhere to be found. When the chance for dessert came, two long hours later – you were disappointed and ready to go home. He must’ve felt the uncomfortable air as he waved off the question and instead presented his card for the bill.

You kept your eyes low as he paid, taking a sip of water to help your dry throat to say something, anything. How could this have gone so wrong? Why did you let yourself get put through this?

“I would really love to do this again, maybe next-,”

“Are you out of your mind?” your voice cracked as you finally spoke up, eyes shifting to his intense green orbs. His mouth hung open as he tried to process your outburst from across the candlelit table. “I don’t think you and I would work.”

Jake was flabbergasted, the disappointment written all over your face. His heart fell into his stomach, and he’d done it again. He cursed himself as you pushed out of the plush velvet chair and moved to the exit. His fingertips shook as he tried to quickly sign the bill and follow you out.

Head down, you rushed down the ramp of the restaurant’s entrance only to slam into someone on your way out. Embarrassment rushed out through you as you realized your ex was standing opposite of you, dressed in a white button down and khakis as he adjusted his posture. Damn it, could this evening get worse?

“Y/N?” the idiot grinned, uneasiness etching through your bones. “Long time since I’ve seen you around, what are you doing here?” You tried to think on your feet, words catching in your throat as you opened your mouth.

“Sunshine?” Jake’s voice echoed behind you as heavy footsteps shuffled down the ramp. You couldn’t help but turn in a flurry, a wide smile meeting him as you wrapped your arms around his slender waist.

“Hi handsome,” you remarked, nails lightly scratching into his side in hopes that he would understand what was occurring. “Bill all paid?” Jake got disoriented in your sudden change of attitude, lost in your piercing gaze before he realized there was a third party in front of them.

“All paid Darlin’,” his accent thick just like the first night you met as he tugged you close to him and introduced himself. “Hi, Jake Seresin. I’m her boyfriend,” he shook your ex’s hand and the man stared at the two of you.

“Boyfriend, huh?” the asshole said, a teasing tone, “What’d you do to hold this one down?” Jake’s eyes narrowed at the comment as the man looked you over. He didn’t like the way the man watched you, almost predatory.

“Y/N’s my home, man,” Jake smiled down at you with a wink, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to pull you against his front. He bent to press a kiss to the crown of your head. “Best thing to ever happen to me, honestly. Keeps me alive when I’m in the sky.”

“Ahh, Air Force huh?” your ex nodded, eyes drifting at the scene in front of him.

“Naval Aviator actually,” you corrected, glancing to Jake with a look of admiration you weren’t even sure was false. “He’s a Top Gun elite, finest 1% of all pilots.” Jake beamed at your words and a small flush prickled along his sharp cheekbones. He cooed humorously at your compliment and leaned down to boldly press his lips to yours for a moment.

“Well, aren’t you too cute,” your ex grumbled adjusting his cuffs as shuffled around you. “Maybe I’ll see you guys around.” You watched quietly as he disappeared inside the restaurant, noticing him in the window to await his table. Jake’s fingers knitted between yours, holding them to his chest as he bent to your ear.

“C’mon, let’s get some ice cream and you can explain what the hell that was. Alright, Sunshine,” his breath had you closing your eyes to take a deep breath as you nodded, smiling brightly as you began walking along the street to the closest ice cream shoppe.

When you were safely inside, you detached from the man and moved to the counter. Jake stayed close behind you, chest radiating heat as you both ordered your favorite flavors and slid into one of the tables.

You sighed and took a bite of your Graham Cracker ice cream, peeking up at his curious stare. “We were together for a year and broke up about eight months ago,” you finally expressed, watching his tongue swipe along his cone. He took a few licks before he nodded.

“He seems like a real prize,” Jake finally landed on the right words, an amused chuckle bubbling up in your chest. You snorted as you nodded and spooned another scoop into your mouth.

“Yeah well,” you shook your head, “His words when he broke up with me was ‘I just don’t think I can be seen with someone like you,’ so he’s truly a winner.” Jake choked slightly at your confession, staring at you as if you had five heads. “Please stop looking at me like that.”

“What does that even mean?”

“He used to call me fat and lazy a lot,” you announced with an unreadable expression, a shrug the only indication of any feeling. Jake scoffed at the words; his jaw clenched so tightly that you were afraid for his pearly whites. The strange shift of energy was jarring over the last few hours, the whiplash nearly making you dizzy.

“We should go back,” he demanded, aggressively wiping his mouth free of the dribbling sweetness from his chin. “I knew I should’ve knocked him on his ass.” He placed the remainder of his cone into the bowl on the table, sweet cream melting as his sticky fingertips clutched your hand.

“Jake,” you sighed, placing your spoon down to allow his touch to consume you for a moment as you leaned into his touch. “I’m very comfortable in my skin and size. I love myself. His words don’t get to me anymore. Although he, for sure, didn’t think I could get someone like you.”

“I’m glad you know how beautiful you are,” Jake agreed, thumb swiping over your mouth to collect a stray sprinkle. “But I’ll kill the fucker if he ever talks to you that way again.”

It wasn’t a week or two later at The Hard Deck that your ex made himself known again. Strutting into the crowded bar filled with vets and uniforms, they moved through the swells of people to make their way to your side in order to get a drink. You were in the middle of pouring a pitcher of beer for a group of recruits when they shoved their way in, a Cheshire grin etched onto your ex’s face.

“Wow, twice in two weeks,” you called over the loud noise, sliding a few napkins in front of the men. “What are the chances?” He chuckled and asked for three glasses of Chardonnay, winking as he did so.

“It’s your lucky day,” Vince declared, eyes roaming the surrounding area of the bar. “Your boyfriend isn’t around tonight, is he?” The word rolling off his tongue with an air of disgust as he finally settled back on your face.

Jake had, infact, been there at the Hard Deck that night. He insisted that Bob collect his drinks from the bar, feeling uncomfortable at facing you after the rollercoaster of the failed date. A week and a half without the uttering of the nickname Sunshine had dampened your mood regardless of the poor attempt. But you wouldn’t allow Vince to win so you saddled up for another game and warmly nodded.

“Sure is,” you nodded, eyes flickering to the pool table behind everyone to hopefully catch his eye. But instead of Jake, fully in the zone in his game against Rooster as he bent over to knock a ball into the corner pocket, you were met with Coyote’s. Coyote waved, knowing smile plastered on his face as he clapped a hand onto the smooth material of Jake’s uniform.

You watched, hands numbly pouring the wine into the small wine glasses in the hopes that Jake would come to your aid. He scrunched his brows at his buddy before following Coyote’s eyes to where you were stood. It only took a moment before he handed the pool stick to someone, sauntering over with a classic grin on his face.

You sighed in relief as he approached, greeting your ex with false enthusiasm. “To what do we owe the pleasure? Come to see my gorgeous woman work a crowd like a pro?” You bit your lip at the compliment, sliding the three glasses over to the men. Jake’s eyes twinkled as he held in the delightful comments regarding the wine at the military bar.

“Something like that.”

“You need a refill baby?” you asked, gaze dancing over the nearly empty glass in his strong grasp.

“Only if you join me Sunshine,” he countered, taking your breath away as he bent over the bar to steal a kiss. The bar around you hooted and hollered, your fingertips going numb at the public notion of affection.

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#whatever this is series #top gun fandom #top gun maverick #top gun #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin #hangman imagine #hangman x reader #hangman

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stormglitch · 7 months

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Woo! First posting and it's basically porn lmao 😂 i have a while ass plot dedicated to this oc and working on the design but I couldn't help myself making this

Words : 1300~

Warnings : ratchet is in good mood (my cover up for anything that might be ooc lmao), vibrator used, genitals aren't mentioned, you could read this as an x reader, my grammar is probably horrid

*They are in established relationship they had there sappy omg I thought you were dead but now I know that I need to tell you I love you spiel*

*Pov of oc who, is a bot of sorts, is but I use human terms cause they aren't a cybrotronian*

“Please Ratchet I really want to have a nap with you! Naps with you are the best. And we both know that you need rest as well, plus you always love taking naps with me!” I begged. Try to use the puppy dog eyes but it looks more like sad pouting. Which is close, I guess.

“No, and no I don’t. We both know that I have lots of work to-do.” coldly stated Ratchet.

Hmph.

“Then at least let me help we both know I’m more than capable.” I stood with both hands on my hips.

There is a pause of compilation from Ratchet then a small smile. Uh oh. I know that smile this is going to be an interesting day for sure.

“Under one condition.” Ratchet starts. “Get the ‘equipment’ that I helped you make” He smirks.

My engine revved a bit at the boldness of Ratchet. But there was little hesitation from me moving towards my ‘room’ that was an old office when the silo belonged to the humans before the auto bots made it their base.

It was not long before I came back to Ratchet who was still working on his synth energon formula and a few other projects of his.

“Why did you want me to get this? Hm?” I coyly stated. My hands held behind my back.

“You have such confidence in your ability to help I would like to give you a challenge.” Ratchet had turned around and had something in his hand. A bullet vibrator. Oh, ho ho this is a ‘challenge’ that I am so excited for. He hands me the vibrator. With it in my hand I look at him questionably.

“Put in it you, you want attention? Ill give you some while you help and if you do good enough, I’ll reward you, latter tonight.” Firmly states Ratchet.

“You seem to be in a good mood. You enjoy this proposition, don’t you?” I smirk. His vents kick up a bit betraying his straight face. “Hehehe it’s nice to see you feeling better, I’m more than willing to accept your challenge.” I walked towards my room. He grabbed my shoulder.

“Wish to see you put it in.” a pause and a stammer “uh to make sure you actually put it in.” he looks shy fully to the side.

“Of course.” He picked me up and I squeaked.

“You still aren’t used to being so small in comparison are you hm?” He almost smiles.

“No, I think that it’ll be a while before I am.” I bashfully state while removing the cover plating to put the device inside. My legs are on either side of his palm. He leaned slightly closer while I put in the vibrator. A 3d rendering is plastered on my screen I can see and feel the device enter and settle in a spot. Once inside I place my cover back on and minimize the rendering, but it stays in the back of my processor continuously updating the rendering.

“Alright what would you like me – heeii! – Rachet! ~” he cuts me off by turning the vibrator on low then turning it off almost immediately.

“What you like me to do, doctor?” I restate regaining my self-control. I know he doesn’t particularly like the title, but his vents kicked up a notched. A smirk landed on my face.

“Well doctor~ what is it you need?” I said the title with a bit more flirting tone.

“I uhm I need a few data pads from my berthroom that have notes.” He stutters then centers himself.

“Due to my size, I’ll only be able to grab a few at a time, just so you know.” I state as I walk towards his room. The only response was a smirk.

As I arrive, I notice the massive pile on his desk that is about a foot or so above my head. I looked around to find a box to climb on to get to the pads. As I was looking for said box the rendering shifted, and anticipation crept inside me. I took a physical metaphorical breath to center myself.

‘Aha! A box!’ I move the box that is the size of me towards the desk. I climb on the box. A shift in the device. A low groan falls from me. I stand still to recenter myself again. I climbed on the table ‘finally’. I start moving the pads down onto the box. As I let the last one down, the vibrator turns on to what I would guess as medium strength. More intense than the last one, at least. A moan rips through my throat before I can stop it. My knees buckle little and small whimpers leave me as I try my best to recenter myself at the new sensation. It takes a few ‘breathes’.

I climbed all the way down to the floor. There was a total of 10 pads.

‘I’ll only be able to reasonably carry two at a time don’t want to push myself when in this situation, five trips it is then.’ I carried two pads back towards Ratchet’s station. They were like the large print book I had as a kid, they were just larger than my torso, slightly awkward to hold but manageable.

“Ratchet! I’ve got your first delivery!” I giggled to myself at the silliness of my statement.

Ratchet just rolls his optics at my antics.

“About time what took you so long?” he questioned.

‘You know damn well why.’ “I had to find a box to climb on to, to get to the table.” I say instead of what I wanted to say.

He grabs the pads from you and smirks. “Of course, I sometimes forget that you are so much smaller than me.”

“No, you don’t, you never fail to mention it when you pick me up.” I say before I could stop myself. As soon as it was out of my mouth the vibrator picked up a notch. My eyes widen slightly at this. I had somewhat forgotten that that was there. Having it processing in the back of my mind to try and focus.

I was determined to show a straight face.

“Ill go and get the rest of the pads.” I state and walk away before he could bump it up another notch. There was a slight flux of the vibration as I was walking away. There wasn’t much talking as I grabbed and gave the data pads. Expect each time, he grabbed them from my hands he bumped the vibrations a notch higher. I guess that wasn’t medium at the start. It was harder and harder to walk straight and hold in my moans but damn it if I didn’t try my hardest.

The last straw of my composure was as I delivered the last set of data pads. As he bumped it up again. I couldn’t stop the moan that left me and the buckle of my knees to the floor. On my knees I panted as I started melting in the pleasure of the vibrations.

“Ratchet please I did as you asked, please.” I begged.

“What is it you would like?” He asked.

I looked around to really make sure we were in fact alone in the base. It was late at night and most everyone was asleep.

An almost whisper “your spike.” My engine rumbled in embarrassment.

“I couldn’t hear you could you repeat that?” He asked if I wasn’t sure if he was being sarcastic or legit.

“Your spike, Ratchet, I want it.” I said a bit louder and more confidently.

He chuckles. “As your reward, little one.” He gentle scooped me up off the floor and walked toward his berthroom.

#ratchet #valveplug #ratchet x oc #oc is self insert 😖

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queenofhawkins · 2 years

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A New Development

main pairing: Eddie Munson X Female Reader

summary: After you find out that you're pregnant, you have a realization with Eddie.

warnings: pregnancy (if you don't want to read a pregnant!reader fic, don't read this), slight cursing, mostly fluff, crying (just a bit)

author's note: this is my first proper fic, so please be nice. i'm not particularly fond of this one, but it isn't bad so please tell me what you think and if you want more like this. i am going to sort of make this a series where i go through the reader and eddie's journey through parenthood.

reader notes: plus size!reader. almost all the time my version of the reader is plus size

The silence within the Munson trailer was pure torture. You and Eddie were sitting on the edge of his mattress, your hands held tightly together perched on Eddie’s thigh. All your senses were heightened. You could feel the scratchy material of Eddie’s dark jeans, feeling the tickle of the frayed edges of the holes on his knees. His hand was sweaty in your hold, and it was odd that his wasn’t fidgeting with his rings. He was always moving, but at this moment, your boyfriend was absolutely still, staring off into the distance. Your head was laying on his shoulder and he was laying his head atop yours.

You jumped at the sound of the timer ringing on the nightstand next to the bed. Both you and Eddie turned to each other. Your heart was thumping loud and fast and you could feel tears spring to your eyes. Eddie, seeing the formation of tears, cupped your face and pressed his forehead to yours.

“Hey. I’ll go check. Okay?” He whispered into the air. You nodded at him, not really wanting to go check yourself. Eddie pressed a kiss to your lips, so soft and gentle that you felt as though you could melt into his embrace and fall back on his bed. All to fast, Eddie pulled away and stood up. He brushed his sweaty palms on his jeans and walked out of his bedroom towards the only bathroom in the trailer. The door opened and he turned the light on.

Your anxiety worsened the longer he was in the bathroom. You stood and walked to the doorway of the bedroom, not wanting to step into the hall and to the bathroom.

“Eddie?” You said softly. He walked out of the bathroom, the pregnancy test held tightly in his hands. He looked up at you. His hand reached out and handed the test to you and you hesitated before taking it. Your eyes cast down. 2 lines.

You were pregnant.

“Shit.” You turned towards his bedroom and sat down on the bed. Your brain was short circuiting. How were you pregnant? You two always used protected. Maybe the condom broke, maybe something went wrong. Whatever happened, you were pregnant. Now you had to decide what the hell to do now.

“Hey, baby. Take a breath.” Eddie’s voice was warbled as your brain began swimming with all the possibilities. You and Eddie weren’t responsible enough to take care of a baby. Eddie just graduated after failing his senior year almost 3 times. He was working a shitty job at a mechanic job that didn’t really bring much money in and you were working at Family Video. You both barely had enough money to buy gas regularly much less buy shit that a baby would need.

“Eddie what the hell are we going to do?” Your voice was cracking. Eddie grabbed your hands and held them tightly in his lap. “I mean, babies are expensive. We don’t have enough to get our own place much less buy a crib, and diapers, and formula, and clothes. And who would take care of the baby when we are at work?”

Eddie pulled you into a hug and that was enough to get you to stop rambling and start crying in his chest. Eddie’s heart was burning from how stressed you were. He couldn’t deny that you brought up perfect points. Babies were expensive and you two were struggling as it was when it was just you two.

“Look, sweetheart. We will figure something out. And if you don’t want this baby, then you don’t have to have this baby. I will support whatever decision you make.” Eddie’s chest burned at the thought that you may get rid of the baby. But he meant it when he said he would support your decision.

You sat up and wiped your tears, trying to reign yourself in. You looked at him and cupped his face. You loved him with all your heart. You smiled softly when you began to think of a mini-Eddie. A small, chubby cheeked toddler, running around wherever you two ended up, with brown curls like Eddie’s. Eddie holding that child with matching wide grins and matching laughter. You watching on the sideline with a smile so big it could bright the room.

“I want to keep this baby. I want to raise a child with you, Eddie.” He smiled brightly and tears were forming in his eyes. He surged forward and kissed you deeply. You couldn’t help but start giggling at the thought of raising a child with Eddie.

You both pulled away and your shared laughter filled the silent trailer, the pregnancy test between your bodies as you both hugged tightly.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie munson #stranger things 4

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 2 years

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First Lady

Rick Grimes x plus size reader x Daryl Dixon

Alpha!Rick Grimes x omega!reader x Alpha!Daryl Dixon

Series Masterlist | TWD Masterlist | Main Masterlist

When someone new tries to take what’s theirs, Daryl and Rick make sure she knows who she belongs to.

Warnings: attempted SA!!! a/b/o dynamics, references to past SA and implied murder, heats, smut!, violence, blood, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected sex, knotting, degradation, praise, implied age-gap, breeding kink, spit-roasting, pre-established relationship, threesome, creampie

WC: 4.5k

Minors DNI

The prison was full. There were so many new faces that Daryl hadn’t bothered to learn all their names, he just relied on his mate helping him out. Rick always made fun of him for it but Daryl never really cared. Whenever he forgot someone’s name, you would just giggle and whisper it in his ear, giving him a little kiss on his jaw after.

Carol once asked him if he deliberately forgot people’s names just so his little omega would give him attention. He never answered her.

“Good morning alpha!” Light kisses were littered all over the archer’s face. “Go ‘way.” He growled playfully. “You’re going on a run with Rick soon my love. You have to get up.” A muscular arm shot out from under the thin blanket and expertly wrapped around you, pulling you to his strong chest, rolling over so you were pinned beneath him. “Daryl!” He grumbled and buried his face in the left side of your neck, kissing the claiming mark he had left there the month before, only a week after the Governor’s attack. “Jus a bit longer. Don’ wanna share you.” You giggled. “That ship sailed a long time ago alpha.”

You brushed the dark, slightly greasy hair from his face before kissing his forehead. You loved mornings like this, where Daryl wasn’t scared to be vulnerable. The constant frown on his face would disappear, his scent getting stronger, the natural smell of smoke and gunpowder dulling next to the minty chocolate you loved so much. His body weight was comforting even if he was a larger alpha that could easily crush you.

The soft light of dawn and Daryl’s breaths quickly put you back to sleep, which you needed badly since you had been up with a very fussy Judith the night before. “I sent you up here so you could get him up, not go back to sleep with him.” A raspy voice made your eyes snap open. You looked up bashfully at a smirking Rick.

Hands on his hips, holster and colt already wrapped around him, you couldn’t help but shiver at the powerful image of the alpha. “Join us?” You held out a dainty hand, Rick huffed. “As much as I would love that, Daryl and I need to get more baby supplies for Judith. She’s almost outta formula.” Daryl grumbled and pulled himself from you, obviously displeased with the other alpha. “We’ll have a nice big cuddle pile when we get home, ok omega.” Rick placed a large hand on your jaw. “Promise?” “I promise.” He smiled and kissed you deeply, like he would never kiss you again, like he always did before a run. He smiled against your lips as you threaded your fingers through his graying hair, tugging it just the way he liked.

“Quit hogging’ our ‘mega.” One last peck was placed on your slightly puffy lips before Rick pulled away, rubbing his own claiming mark on the right side of your neck with his thumb, sending waves of endorphins through your body. Daryl literally shoved him out of the way so he could get his own goodbye kiss from you. “Beth will look after Judith for a while so you can get some rest. Your heat is coming up soon so we need to make sure you’re gettin’ enough sleep before it hits.”

“Thank you alpha.” You nodded gratefully at the alderman. “Please be safe out there, come back to me.” They said their goodbyes and then quietly slipped out of the cell, shutting the barred door behind them. You fell asleep surrounded by the scents of your mates.

The sun was getting low in the sky when you emerged from the prison block towards the courtyard, your mind still slightly fuzzy both from the very long nap and the first hints of your heat. It should break in the next week or so, plenty of time for you and your alphas to prepare a nest and supplies. “Good morning sleeping beauty!” Carol called out to you. “Have a good nap?”

You plopped down beside the older omega, leaning into her side. “Jus’ wish Daryl and Rick were here.” She chuckled. “They’ll be home soon, don’t worry.” She patted your knee and got up to get you some leftover stew. Beth soon wandered over and thrust Judith into your open arms before scurrying away, presumably to find her little boyfriend.

“Hello my little love. Did you have a fun day? I bet you did.” She gave out a little gurgle and you laughed. “Oh you’re so beautiful aren’t you pup. Such a pretty perfect girl.” Even though Judith wasn’t yours, you loved both her and Carl like they were.

“You’re a good mother aren’t you ‘mega?” A young alpha stood in front of you. His face was rat-like, his blond hair already thinning even though he appeared to be in his early twenties. He was scrawny and smaller in terms of height and bulk than your mates. You were pretty sure that Daryl deliberately refused to learn his name as a way to put down the lower alpha.

“Hi Allen. I’d like to think I am, I do my best.” You were always wary of him. Something about Allen rubbed you the wrong way, it could’ve been his ‘all play no work attitude’, or maybe it was the fact that when Glenn and Maggie found him, he reeked of pheromones that terrified Omegas gave off but had absolutely no dirt or muck covering him. Rick never told you the answers to his questions, that raised some concern in your mind.

You turned your body away from his as he sat beside you, slightly too close for comfort. You clutched Judith tighter to your chest when he reached out to stroke her chubby cheek. Her face scrunched and she whined like she was about to cry. You scanned the yard for anyone to save you. Sure, you could hold your own against walkers and some humans but this close to your heat, you became very submissive and non-confrontational.

He chuckled. “You’d do well with pups of your own.” “Judith and Carl are my pups, even if they came from someone else.” He held his hands in surrender, you noted he didn’t have any calluses on them. “Hey! That’s not what I said.” You frantically looked around you for an escape route when Tyresse made eye-contact with you and you scrambled away from the bench. “Sorry Allen, Tyresse needs me.” The huge man wrapped an arm around your shoulders, bringing you in close as soon as you were near enough, scenting your distress.

“You alright?” The beta asked. “He creeps me out. Thank you for saving me.” “It’s no problem, little miss. You wanna come with me on a little walk?” “Yes please.” He took Judith as you did a lap around the prison, making her smile and laugh. Carol met up with you to give you some dinner, apologising for leaving you alone.

Carl soon called your name as you began your third lap. “Can you come with me? I have something I want to show you.” He nervously ran a hand through his longer hair, something his father did as well. “What’s going on Carl?” “Please just come with me.” You smiled softly. It was in moments like these that you were reminded he was still just a child. “Ok. Carol, are you alright taking Judith for a tick?” She gave a knowing look before sending you off.

The sky was a gorgeous mix of purples and oranges as the sun set. You tried to ignore the gnawing in your stomach that always came from your mates being outside the fences after dark as your step-son led you up into the unused guard tower. He paused right in front of the door, ringing his hands. “You’ve always been so nice to me and protected me and took care of me so I, um, did something for you. And you can say no! But I just wanted to do something nice for you for once. And I know it’s my dad and Daryl’s job to do this but I really wanted to help.”

The boy opened the metal door to reveal piles of blankets and pillows and soft fabrics stacked next to a huge mattress. Various candles littered the room, only a couple of them lit. Carl had stapled up fabric as curtains along the large windows and on a small table in the corner, there were full water bottles and dried jerky. “Dad said he wanted to make your nest in your cell but I thought you’d have some more privacy up here. Michonne helped me find all this stuff. I promise I didn’t leave the prison to go get it!” He was rambling but stopped when he saw your tears.

“I’m sorry! I knew I should’ve let dad do this! I’ll take it down. Please don’t cry!” You gave out a sob and grabbed the young man, bringing him into your arms in a tight grip. “Happy tears Carl. These are very happy tears. Sorry if I scared you, this just means a lot to me.” You wiped away his own tears. “Thank you. To be honest, this is probably a better nest than your dad or Daryl could make. Do you think you could grab some of their clothes from our cell? I’ll need to get their scent in here before my heat.” Carl rushed off, a small smile on his face.

As the light faded, you placed a layer of pillows around the edge of the mattress then began to cover them in blankets, slowly forming a rudimentary nest. Your ears perked up as you heard Judith’s faint cry, she probably needed to eat. The smile never left your face as you turned away from your nest and made your way back down.

You rounded the corner from the stairs and a hand grabbed your arm and pulled you back. “What the he-“ A palm slapped against your mouth as you were dragged away from everyone. You thrashed and screamed but they didn’t let you go. “Calm the fuck down omega. You want that, I know you were begging for it.” Allen spun you around and shoved you against the concrete wall, the cold material cutting into your back through the flannel you were wearing. “Making eyes at me even when your alphas are around. Bet you need a proper fuck don’t you. Those old men can’t give you what you need.”

Panic curled in your stomach as you continued to fight him. You screamed through the bond for your mates. “I know your heat is close. I bet I can knock you up with my pups.” Your eyes went wide and you thrashed even harder. He flipped you around and pinned your legs down as you tried to kick him. “I can’t tell you how much I love fucking mated omegas. You should’ve heard the ones I took before I came here. I loved the way they cried.” The clinking of his belt buckle made you cry harder.

Suddenly, his weight was gone. Near feral growls rippled through the air as well as the sour smell of furious alphas. Strong hands pulled you into a chest you knew well, Rick’s scent overwhelming you. “How dare you?!” Daryl had Allen trapped under his weight, knife pressed to his throat but didn’t dare make a move until the pack leader gave him permission.

“We took you in! Gave you food! Shelter! And you dare to touch our omega!” Rick’s blue eyes were nearly black with fury, chest heaving. “She’s just an omega slut, only good for taking knots.” You watched as Daryl’s body went stiff, a tell-tale sign of his blind anger. “Daryl, let him up.” Both of your gazes snapped to the older alpha in shock.

A crowd had gathered now, forming a half-circle around the four of you. Rick pushed you into Hershal’s arms before angrily stripping his coat off to hand it to you. Daryl took a step back, a sudden realisation crossing his face. Allen got shakily to his feet, not understanding. “Good choice you fucking redneck. I’ll be sure not to wear her out too much.”

Faster than you could blink, Rick lunged forward and slammed his fist into the lesser’s face, tackling him to the ground. “She’s our fucking omega.” Each word was matched with another punch. You winced at the sickening crack of his knuckles meeting Allen’s face over and over again. He stood no chance against the older alpha. Daryl’s fingers were tight around his knife, waiting for a signal.

“Rick, that’s enough.” The doctor attempted to defuse the situation. “He’s learnt his lesson.” But he was ignored and more people gathered. The original survivors made no attempt to stop him but the newcomers whispered frightfully. With one last punch to Allen’s nose, Rick stood, blood dripping from his hands but otherwise unharmed.

He gave a singular nod to his brother who pulled Allen back to his feet, supporting most of his weight since the man was half-dead, his face incredibly swollen and bloody. “Let this be a lesson to you all, you dare to threaten any of our pack, we will kill you. There is no second chance.” You winced as a small cramp rolled through your abdomen. “We took a risk in bringing you here. We accepted you into our home and I know we havent given you all strict rues but the only rule that you needed to follow was that you don’t fuck with us and you don’t fuck with our omega.”

A sudden heat cuts through you, making you yelp. “Daryl, take care of him.” Rick growled as he stormed towards you and threw you over his shoulder, the show of strength making you moan.

“Dad!” Carl ran up to you, arms full of clothes. “She’s gone into an early heat, need to get her to the nest.” “I-I made her a new one in the guard tower, take her there.” You let out a pained groan as your cramps grew more severe. “Alpha please.” You whimpered, the smell of his anger and rage was driving you insane. Carl ran ahead with his bundle and threw it into the room before backing away, giving his dad enough space to deposit you on the bed.

“Can you go let Daryl know where we are.” He nodded and scurried off, slamming the door closed.

The alpha turned to the nest to see you furiously arranging clothes on the mattress. He knew that the stress of dealing with Allen and the unexpected heat left you shaken. You needed a pre-established safe place to spend with your alphas. It didn’t help that you hadn’t spent a heat with them yet since they had claimed you only a couple days after your last heat had passed. You were getting increasingly aggravated as you struggled to arrange the collection of shirts around you.

“Omega, you need to calm down.” You answered with an even louder whine, the slick running down your legs becoming uncomfortable. “Omega.” The rumble of the alpha’s command made you freeze, a wave of arousal rushing through you. “Strip.” Your hands trembled as you unbutton the shirt ‘borrowed’ from Daryl, desperate for him.

Rick’s gaze burned into you, vein in his neck popping in concentration. He knew he couldn’t start without his brother. They had agreed to both be fully present for this. But your scent was overwhelming, the vanilla sweetness curled around him, invading his senses, making him drool and grow rock-hard with need.

As soon as the last of your clothes dropped, a pair of completely ruined panties, you sunk onto the nest, immediately burying your fingers inside yourself. “Alpha please!” You frantically ground down on your fingers. You moaned and thrashed, your fingers were nothing compared to your alphas’. “R-Rick, please it hurts so much.” “You need to wait omega.” The perceived rejection sent a debilitating cramp through you and you bit your lip to prevent a scream from escaping.

“Fuck this.” Rick pulled off his own shirt and laid on top of you, the feel of his warm skin instantly soothing you. You purred into his throat, kissing every inch of skin you could as he settled between your legs, your slick staining his dark pants. Your hands slipped down his body to fumble with his belt, Rick devouring your lips as you did so. “Such a good ‘mega.” His larger hands covered yours to guide them downwards and wrap around his hard length, his knot already beginning to form at the smell of your heat.

“You wanna suck my cock ‘mega, would that make you feel better?” He cupped your face, your eyes fluttering shut, leaning into his touch. With a quick movement, he flipped the both of you over so you sat on top of him, your pussy resting perfectly over his cock, soaking the hot flesh. “Go on, take your fill.” You wiggled happily as you swiftly sat between your alpha’s thick thighs, hands wrapping around him tightly, making Rick hiss through his teeth. The pheromones he gave off already soothing the cramps, even if for a little while.

Just as you took the dark purple tip into your mouth, lapping at the small bead of pre-cum that had gathered there, a huge clang made you turn slightly, his cock still in your mouth. Daryl’s chest heaved, shirt already pulled off, blood haphazardly wiped from his face. His eyes went wide before he slammed the door shut behind him. “Thought we agreed to do this together.” He growled, stalking closer, his face incredibly dark but he still carefully placed his leather vest on the nest beside you.

“Our omega couldn’t wait any longer.” The groan he gave out was positively sinful as you took him deeper while he was distracted with the other alpha. “Then why aren’t you taking care o’ her?” Daryl had always been the giver in the relationship. During your first time together, he had made you cum five times on his tongue before he even pulled his jeans off. He hated receiving any pleasure without giving it tenfold in return. But Rick, on the other hand, loved when you worshipped him, taking what you wanted from him. He particularly loved when you would just drop to your knees and suck him down whenever you have a moment alone together.

“I am. You know how much she loves sucking our cocks, don’t you?” “Yes, love it so much.” Rick lifted your head from his crotch so you could answer. Your voice slurred as you slipped deeper into your heat, the smell of both alphas driving you nuts. As soon as he let you go, your mouth wrapped around him once again. The archer huffed and dropped to his knees, crawling up behind you, burying his nose between your legs.

He lapped up your slick like he was starving, huge calloused hands holding your hips up so he could get better access. Your moans sent shockwaves up Rick’s spine, hips bucking upwards. But it wasn’t enough, your stomach tightening in pain.

Reluctantly, you let go of Rick’s cock. “Please, need a knot. Hurts so bad.” Both men paused, concerned with the sudden shift in your tone. “Ok omega. It’s ok, you’ll get a knot. Do you want me first?” You shook your head. “Wan’ Daryl please.” “Ok. Daryl, you alright with going first?”

The hunter’s eyes were wide with shock. Rick always went first in taking you since he was the lead alpha, he even claimed you first! “Please Daryl, I need you.” You looked back at him, on the verge of crying. “Please.” He leaned forward and kissed you gently as he shucked off his pants. “Love ya.” He whispered. “Love you too alpha.”

Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as the alpha’s cock pried you open, immediate relief rushing through you as powerful pleasure replaced the pain. With Daryl’s chest plastered to your back as he thrust madly into you and Rick’s cock still bobbing in front of your face, your inner omega went feral, growling and howling at the men as you descended into ecstasy.

Rick moved forward, so he knelt in front of you now, and guided you back to his dick which you eagerly lapped at. “Good girl omega. Takin’ her alphas cocks so well. Do you want our knots.” You responded with a moan, tightening almost painfully around Daryl. “Fuck! Keep talkin’ this dirty little whore loves it. She’s too damn tight.”

Your mind went blank as the men pushed and pulled, pounding alternatively into you, pushing deeper and deeper on each stroke. Daryl’s hand dug into the soft flesh of your hips and the softness of your stomach, expertly flicking your clit. He groaned as he felt his cock stretching you out beneath his hands. “Such a perfect hole for us aren’t you. So perfect for us to breed. Fucking fill with our pups. Our good girl.” You trembled, orgasm coming quickly.

“M-more please.” Your voice was weak and scratchy from taking Rick’s cock. “How about I knot your mouth, fuckin fill your tummy with my cum like we did on that run. Don’t you remember. You begged me for it. Fucking got on your knees in that dirty old house like the dirty omega you are.” Daryl picked up his pace, now rocking you forward to swallow the other alpha’s cock completely every time his pelvis met your ass. He loved how the flesh jiggled and shook for him.

“Take our cocks like you were made for it. Gonna make me cum like a good ‘mega.” He growled, his thrusts becoming grinds, not willing to leave your hot, wet cunt, needing to bury his seed as deep as possible into you. You were pulled from Rick’s cock and face shoved into one of the pillows on the edge of the nest so you were presenting for him. Your orgasm grew and grew, a tight ball forming in your stomach. “Please alpha! Breed me! Knot me!” The ring of muscle at the base of his cock expanded suddenly and he jerked forward plugging you as he hosed you down your womb with huge streams of cum.

You exploded around him, your vision going white, pussy clenching violently, milking him of everything he had. “Alpha!” You cried, tears of pleasure wetting the pillow you were laying on, the sheets beneath you ruined by the vast amounts of your slick. Daryl laid a sloppy kiss to his claiming mark, making you giggle.

Your head was nudged up and a bottle placed to your lips. You drank it down greedily, lapping up all the water given to you. “Good job omega. Think you can take another knot before going to sleep?” “Y-yeah jus’ need a rest.” Rick nodded and sat down next to you, cock still hard against his slightly pudgy tummy, pre-cum smearing on the salt and pepper hair below his navel. He used his discarded shirt to wipe up some of your sweat. “Ya know it’s rude to talk to other alphas when ‘m still inside ya.”

Daryl’s jealousy always made you smile, he was slowly getting more confident about his place as your mate. “Sorry alpha.” You leaned backwards and puckered your lips, signaling that you wanted a kiss. “Kiss please.” “Naw.” You wiggled your hips, squeezing him, making another spurt of his seed fill you. “Please. Wan’ a kiss from my big, strong, sexy alpha.” Daryl’s face went bright red and he gave you a quick kiss to placate you before his knot deflated and he slipped out.

You winced as he did, the borderline painful stretch of his cock leaving you gaping like he always did. The room was stuffy with the mixture of your scents and the smell of sex but you basked in it, loving the calm before your heat began again.

Daryl collapsed to your other side, palm landing on your ass, giving the plump cheek a squeeze. “Did you kill him?” You asked quietly, not wanting to break the atmosphere of your little nest. “Yes.”

The alphas waited for your reaction, knowing you hated unnecessary killing. “Good. I didn’t like him getting close to the kids. Something was off about him, I think he hurt other omegas before.” “You alrigh’?” Daryl turned you so you were facing him. “I don’t know. He really scared me and I felt so weak that I didn’t fight back but you make me feel safe.” He kissed your head, Rick kissing your neck at the same time.

“I love you both.” “We love you too. We’ll always take care of you.” The sheriff answered.

You lay like that for sometime before light cramps rolled through you again, making you curl up slightly to relieve them. “Ready for me now?” “Yeah.” Rick moved behind you and pulled your hips back up, more slick running down your legs. He wrapped a huge hand around his cock, running it up and down your slit, bumping your clit each time, making you jolt forward into Daryl’s shoulder.

“Fuuuuuck.” He moaned as he finally pushed in, not stretching you as wide as the other alpha but certainly going deeper. The breath was knocked from your lungs as he punched into you, Rick’s desperation to cum made him slam into your cervix. You bit down on your mate, whimpering at the viciousness of his strokes. “God I’m not gonna last. She’s so tight.”

“Like a fuckin’ vice right.” “It’s like she’s tryna choke my cock.” Your pussy fluttered and Rick groaned, his voice strained and raspy, the deep rumbles sending more slick down his length. Daryl pried your jaws open carefully so you didn’t draw blood but you did leave a nice imprint of your teeth on the tan skin. “Please please please.”

As Rick picked up the pace, his brother shifted you up so he could slip his hand to the apex of your thighs, rubbing small circles into your already overstimulated clit. “Gonna cum!” Was the only warning you gave before your pleasure crashed over you and you suckled your mate in deeper, needing his knot to finally settle you for the night.

“Beg me for it. Beg your alpha.” “Rick, please knot me! Need it so bad! Please!” His hips stuttered and his back bent backwards, fingers digging painfully into your hip bone as you were stretched even more and your womb filled again. Rick kissed your spine and tipped the both of you over so you were able to properly lay down and rest for a while.

The last rays of the sun shone through the few gaps in the curtains, perfectly illuminating your gorgeous mates as you relaxed. A dazed smile on your face as you were trapped between them, feeling completely safe and loved. “Thank you alphas.” “We’ll always take care of you, right Daryl?” “Always.” They each gave you a kiss before cuddling in closer and letting you fall into a deep, satisfied sleep.

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I Just Want To Be Enough

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I’ve been in your shoes dear anon! Just know that even with your chest being that way, you’re still beautiful and that it does not define who you are! I also have an uneven chest, it’s taken me awhile to become comfortable in my skin but I promise you that you’re so beautiful. Look at statues from Ancient Greece, you are the epitome of beauty. You would be worshipped! And you should be! We love you anon🩵🩵

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I stood in front of the mirror, my hands trembling as I examined my reflection. The shirt I had chosen hung loosely over my frame, hiding the one thing I couldn't bear to face - my uneven chest. People had teased me about it in the past, cruel remarks that cut deeper than they had any right to. And now, even though I knew Logan loved me just the way I was, the taunts still echoed in my mind, a constant reminder of my perceived flaws.

"Hey, love, are you ready to go?" Logan's voice pulled me from my thoughts as he entered the room, his eyes instantly finding mine. His smile faltered when he saw the outfit I had chosen, confusion flickering across his features.

I forced a smile, trying to brush off his concern. "Yeah, I'm ready. Just trying something different today."

Logan crossed the room in a few quick strides, his brows furrowing with worry. "Different? You always look amazing, Y/N, but something seems off today. Is everything okay?"

I swallowed hard, feeling a lump form in my throat as I struggled to find the words to explain. Logan had always been my rock, my source of strength, but admitting my insecurities felt like admitting defeat.

"It's nothing, really," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I just... I don't know."

Logan's gaze softened, his hand reaching out to gently tilt my chin up so that our eyes met. "Hey, you can tell me anything, you know that, right? Whatever it is, we'll face it together."

Tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to spill over as I struggled to keep my emotions in check. But Logan's unwavering support was like a lifeline, a beacon of hope in the darkness of my doubts.

"I... I've been feeling really insecure about my chest," I finally admitted, my voice trembling with vulnerability. "It's... it's not the same. One side is bigger than the other, and it's been bothering me a lot lately."

Logan's brow furrowed with concern as he reached out to gently brush a strand of hair from my face. "I'm sorry you're feeling this way, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice laced with empathy. "But please know that you are beautiful just the way you are."

Logan's arms enveloped me in a warm embrace, pulling me close as he pressed a tender kiss to the top of my head.

I buried my face in Logan's chest, the floodgates finally opening as tears streamed down my cheeks. He held me tight, his steady heartbeat echoing in my ears, a comforting rhythm that soothed my shattered nerves.

"I just want to be enough," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of my own sobs.

Logan pulled back slightly, cupping my face in his hands and forcing me to meet his gaze. "You are more than enough, Y/N," he said, his voice unwavering. "You are perfect in every way, and I wouldn't change a single thing about you. Please, don't ever doubt that."

"What if I got a boob job?" I blurted out, my voice barely above a whisper.

Logan's expression softened with understanding as he took my hands in his, his eyes searching mine with unwavering sincerity. "Why would you want to do that?" he asked gently.

I felt a lump form in my throat as I struggled to put my feelings into words. "I just... I feel so ugly compared to other girls with perfect chests," I confessed, my voice choked with emotion. "I thought maybe if I changed myself, I would feel better about... about me."

Logan's heartache was evident in his eyes as he pulled me into a comforting embrace, holding me close as if to shield me from the pain of my own insecurity. "Y/N, listen to me," he said softly, his voice filled with love. "You are absolutely stunning just the way you are. Your body is perfect to me, flaws and all."

As Logan held me, his touch a comforting anchor amidst the tempest of my emotions, I couldn't help but let my thoughts wander. His love was a constant in my life, a beacon of light guiding me through the darkest of nights. And though my insecurities threatened to pull me under, I found strength in his unwavering belief in me.

"I just... I want to feel beautiful," I whispered, the words escaping me in a rush of vulnerability. "I want to look in the mirror and see someone worthy of love."

Logan's embrace tightened around me, his arms offering a sanctuary from the storm raging within me. "You are beautiful, Y/N," he murmured, his voice a gentle reassurance. "You are worthy of all the love in the world, just as you are."

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Great Minds

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“We have an additional 30 days. I want you to cut back your hours in the lab.”

You looked up into the eyes of the best looking Loser, in your opinion, Corporal Jake Jensen. Him taking charge was such a turn on. You cocked your eyebrow at him.

“You need to be careful, this work is extremely important. That means balancing this work with taking care of yourself. You’re an important asset.”

For the past 15 days, you’d spent 12 hours a day, every day, in the remote lab in the slopes of the Rocky Mountains, eyes strained by staring at a microscope or at the computer screen, barely communicating with the mercenary.

After all, it was a perfunctory relationship. You were one of the world’s most important scientists, and his mission was to protect you. Your job was to deliver the formula. You initially had only 30 days to do so.

Now you had 30 more.

Jake was certainly easy on the eyes, and kind, if a little silly. He wasn’t as goofy as you were warned he would be, but he was observant. He noticed your tired sighs, and heard you tossing and turning in your sleep through the walls of the living quarters. He’d made the call to Clay to extend the mission.

This was very important work, and you were, in fact, exhausted. You’d hardly left the secluded cabin, determined to meet the timeline. You had to save your family, who were in danger if you didn’t perform.

You smiled weakly up at Jake.

“Great minds think alike.”

He never seemed to meet your gaze. Jake had only looked you in the eye once, when you met him two weeks ago, and he’d hardly said five words to you at one time. You looked down at your watch. It was only 4pm. You usually worked until 8. But he was right. You needed to be at your best to do your best work.

Jake sensed your silent agreement. It was good the way you two communicated without too many words. Wonderful even. He didn’t want to make a fool of himself in front of you and blow it as he often had before. He blessed you with a sheepish smile before he turned around to put your materials away, giving you a view of those cakes in his tight jeans.

“Why don’t you take a walk, I’ll make dinner.”

“Thank you, Corporal…”

“Call me Jake.”

The smile in his voice made you grin at his back.

“Jake…”

Over his shoulder, Jake watched you take off your lab coat and the goggles from your head, wash your hands at the sink, and exit the lab. Then he waited for his heart to slow to its normal rhythm before going to the kitchen.

Jake admired you. More than you knew. You were brilliant and dedicated, and absolutely gorgeous, although he knew that you didn’t think so. You were so different from the vapid women who were usually hanging around the guys.

You were full bodied, just the way he liked. The way women needed to be. At night he imagined all the ways that he could hold on to your ample body and keep you warm. And safe.

But he wasn’t here for that.

You went to your room and pulled out some leggings and sports bra that lay neglected in your bag. You were full of excitement to see and feel the sun in your skin. You smiled as you tied your athletic trainers on your feet.

It was a warm evening in the mountains, great for a walk. You hiked and contemplated the next 45 days alone with Jake in the woods as you catalogued the various species of plants and birds in your head.

You daydreamed of the chilly day you first arrived and you witnessed Jake chopping wood to ensure there was enough firewood for a while. The way his muscles rippled was awe inspiring. And arousing as hell.

Your panties were drenched and you ran to your room before he finished, just in case he could tell when he looked at you. After that, you tried not to linger around him for long. You were horny as hell for him, but you needed to relax.

Because there was no way that he would be thinking the same things you were thinking. There would be no sex by the fireside with Jake Jensen. After all, it was full on too warm for a fire now, and you most certainly weren’t his type, surely, judging from the women you saw him with, but it was fun to dream.

You weren’t ashamed of your body, but you knew not to waste your time with men that were. You’d learned that lesson the hard way.

There was nothing for miles around, but 20 minutes into your hike, you came across a stream. You were delighted and went along the edge to watch the clear water dancing along the rocks. It looked so refreshing that you took off your shoes and put your feet in the water, leaning back on your hands to enjoy the waning sunlight.

This was heaven.

As he started prepping for dinner, Jake decided that some fresh fish would do just the trick. He remembered that you complimented the fresh mountain trout dinner he’d made last week. In the short time you were together, he discovered that he loved making you smile. He grabbed his pole and as he approached the creek, he heard humming. He went into stealth mode, hiding behind a tree until he saw you, head thrown back, glowing in the sunlight.

He ducked as he saw you look around and bite your lip, eyes mischievous. He got an eyeful of you in your tight workout gear when you stood up to look around again. He felt like a creeper and was about to go back to the cabin as he saw you pull your top over your head.

Jake’s mouth dropped open as he saw your tits. Now he felt like a stalker, but he couldn’t move, only watch as you stripped off your bottoms and you stood before him, naked.

Jake was so fucking hard that he had to release the pressure in his jeans. He slid his zipper down slowly, stopping when you paused and turned your head as if you heard something. He froze, as you listened, then smiled and shook your head as if you thought something funny and then slowly walked to the water’s edge, giving a view of that luscious, full ass.

Oh, how he wanted to eat it.

The water was cold, but refreshing against your feet. You had goosebumps, but you plunged ahead, your racing heart compelling you forward. Soon, you were drenched and stood up to let the sun warm you again. You ran your hands down your body, cupping your breasts and sliding your fingers in between your legs.

You were a vision. Before he could think, Jake’s cock was in his hand and he was dry stroking it as he watched you touch yourself. He wanted to touch you, not able to tear his eyes away from you or stop his lewd act. He was out of control.

He decided to stay hidden, and enjoy you privately.

No harm, no foul.

You kept splashing water on yourself and massaging your breasts, pinching and rolling your hard nipples. A small moan escaped Jake’s open mouth as he swelled in his hand. He froze as you stopped and looked right toward his tree.

“You like that, Corporal?”

Jake stood stock still and closed his eyes, as if that could make himself disappear.

“I know you’re there.”

Slowly, his head poked around the tree, giving you a glimpse of his red face underneath his shock of blonde hair.

“I-I’m sorry.I-I… I just…I’m sorry.”

Jake’s stutter was absolutely adorable. You chuckled at his red face.

“‘S’okay. Come out from behind that tree.”

Jake got even redder. He cleared his throat and looked down at his pink tipped cock in his hand.

“I have an idea of what you’re doing. I heard your zipper.”

Jake’s eyes widened.

“You’ve seen mine; now show me yours.”

Jake’s face registered disbelief, then changed from embarrassment to a slow grin.

“Seems fair,” he quipped as he stepped out with his dick in his hand.

Your eyes were wide now.

“Wow, Corporal. Just wow.”

You looked up from his huge dick to the smirk on his face.

“You look like you’re happy to see me.”

You cocked your head at him as you pulled your nipples again and watched him resume stroking, confident at what this was now. He let his jeans fall to the ground and stepped out of them and his shoes.

“I didn't know you liked big girls.”

You shivered and licked your lips as you said it.

“I like real women,” Jake replied as he pulled his t-shirt over his head.

“Come here and I’ll show you just how much.”

You smiled and walked toward him, eyes on his wet, red lips as he licked them while looking you up and down.

“You’re so hot. I wouldn’t think a woman like you would want to get with a guy like me.”

He bit his lip as you approached him. You stopped in front of him and cocked your head at him.

“What do you mean? A hot, sexy military man who is intelligent and brave?”

Jake grinned and nodded.

“You got a point there.”

You reached out to him.

“Give me that hand.”

Jake extended his free hand as you shook your head.

“The other one.”

Jake stropped stroking and you watched his cock bob, glistening with pre cum, as if moving with the slight breeze. Jake watched your nipples pebble as he licked his lips again. He almost didn’t notice your mouth open until the spit almost reached his palm.

“Oh shit!”

Your mouth was wide open as your saliva dripped from your tongue. You slurped and then grinned up at him.

“And you’re a freak too, jackpot!”

Jake made you feel care free. You giggled.

“I just thought that you needed some lubrication,” you nodded down at his dick. “Go on.”

Jake stared for a minute and then continued jacking himself off. He’d be content to let you watch him finish, but god he wanted to…

“YES!” he yelped and pumped his fist as you got on your knees in the grass in front of him, hands on his thighs and and looking up at him with those eyes. He almost came right there.

Jake pointed it at you tentatively and sure enough you opened your mouth as he inched the tip of his dick between your lips. You felt a dribble of pre cum as he exclaimed, “Holyyyyyy…”

You sucked his tip so good that he had to close his eyes. He almost fainted as you pulled off with a pop and then proceeded to deep throat him. Then, he had to do breathing exercises to keep from hyperventilating when he looked down and saw that you were playing with your tits again.

“Absolutely gorgeous sucking my dick like that. But I have to.. I need to… I’m about to pass out.”

Part of you wanted to make a man pass out from a blow job, but you couldn’t do Jake like that.

You pulled off and then sat back on your knees, playing with your slick.

Jake watched your hand in between those thighs and wasted no time getting down to that spot. He kneeled before you and you took his cock in your unoccupied hand, jacking him to watch his eyes roll back into his head. You were enjoying the power you had over him almost as much as he was.

Jake enjoyed your hand on him for a couple of minutes, then pulled your hand away from your clit. His stomach flipped at your little whimper as he tasted the juices on your fingers. He wanted that taste in his mouth and that sound in his ears for a long time to come.

“Fucking delicious. Need more.”

Jakes large hands wrapped around your thighs and spread your knees even wider. He took off his glasses and placed them on the ground beside you. He couldn’t wait anymore.

All of a sudden, you were looking at the tree canopy as Jake nosed between your folds, and you felt his dripping wet tongue take a long swath up your crease.

You arched your back as Jake kept a hold of you, moaning at the way he was eating you out. He alternated between licking and sucking emphatically, shaking his head as he took your clit with him.

Your hands found his hair and pulled as he added stars to your afternoon sky.

“F-f-fuck you’re good at that, Jake…”

Jake nodded, lips still attached to your clit. His eyes emerged from your cunt to glint up at you and watch as your mouth fell open when he inserted his thick middle finger. When your chest started to heave, he curled it toward him, finding that spongy spot, and causing a scream to erupt out of you and startle a nearby flock of birds.

When you opened your eyes, you found him between your thighs, watching your pussy clench around nothing. He rubbed the lips around your quivering hole, pressing in with his thumbs, but giving you very little of what you wanted.

“Jesus, Jake….”

“So fucking tight. You’re gonna feel so good around me. All of you, all around me…shit.”

Jake was ready to feel your bounteousness surround him. He was pulling you up easily onto your shaky legs.

“W-what?”

Jake was leading you to his tree.

“You gotta ride me. Wanna feel that jiggle on my dick.”

You giggled nervously as Jake planted himself under the oak. You went toward him as he reached out grabby hands.

“Don’t worry. I got ya.”

You stood above him as he looked up at you, pointing his cock at your cunt. It was like a magnet, you crouched down, not caring that you were getting dirty. All that mattered was that you were getting filthy with Jake,

You kneeled over him and jumped as he swiped his tip at your entrance.

“Fuck this is going to feel good.”

Jake looked you in the eyes.

“You ready?”

You nodded as you started to sink down around him. He was so fucking big. It was the stretch for you.

“Ah, ah, ah, Jakeeeee...”

Jake’s head fell back against the tree trunk.

“Fuckkkkkkk. Gorgeous. That pussssyyyyyy. Fuck Fuck fuck.”

Suddenly he opened his eyes.

“I think my favorite thing in this world is stretching you out around my cock.”

His hands were everywhere all of a sudden, grabbing, pinching, twisting, feeling, pulling on your body as you slowly fucked yourself open on him.

“Second only to feeling on this sexy body.”

Now he was fully sheathed inside you, cock pulsing mightily.

“Ohhhh, Jake. Please Jake…”

“It’s up to you, Gorgeous. I’m just living the dream, buried inside you. If you wanna fuck, fuck yourself on my cock.”

“Oooooh….”

You started moving, slowly at first, obsessed with the drag of him as your pussy tried to pull him back in as your thighs moved you off of him. Jake grabbed handfuls of your ass and wiggled them as you started riding his dick. He was in heaven. He loved the feel of you.

Your tempo increased as you started chasing your high.

“Jake,” you whimpered, pouting at him. “Make me cummmm.”

Jake reached in between your thighs and circled your clit with two fingers and held on for dear life as you detonated around him. He let you ride it out, then flipped you onto your back again, pulled out and then licked your cum from between your legs.

“Dreamed of doing that since we met.”

You chuckled.

“Who’s a freak?”

“We both are.”

Jake smiled and then frowned.

“Listen, I could… I could just finish on your stomach.”

He looked down at your beautiful fupa and shivered.

“I’m on the pill… so you can…AH!”

Jake speared back into you when he heard ‘pill’ and your pussy clutching him was all he needed to start cumming. He gritted his teeth and groaned to try and stop it. Then you whispered in his ear.

“Give me that cum, Jake. Shoot it all up inside me. Then I’ll lick your cock clean. Suck you dry.”

“OH SHITTTTTTT!!!!!”

This time Jake scared the birds as he started to spurt.

Jake came inside you, his vision gone white. You had talked yourself into another orgasm, so you helped to milk his spend out of him.

He was on his back and only half heard what you said.

“We’re gonna have to make a fuck/work schedule if I’m gonna have that formula finished in 45 days…”

Jake smiled at the sky.

“Great minds think alike,” he croaked as you made his toes curl when you kept your promise.

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Killer Writing - chapter 2

Dave York x plus size female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

After divorcing Carol so she could marry her soulmate, Dave York threw himself into his work. There is no way he could have predicted that the unexpected collateral damage on an op would turn out to be his soulmate. Now all he can do is keep you safe, and try his best to get you to not hate him as the two of you try to navigate a blooming relationship that started out with threats and a mean right hook.

Rating: Mature Word Count: 6.9k Warnings: *Blanket content warning for self-esteem, self-image, and weight issues.* Threats of violence, canon typical danger, teasing Dave deserves to wear a warning label. Summary: Personal truths are revealed as you and Dave come to terms with the fact that you’ll be spending quite a bit of time in close quarters for the foreseeable future. Notes: We are off to the races with this one, kids! The team may be giving Dave shit, but his concerns seem to be genuine. I feel the beginnings of some chemistry stirring... 🥽🥼🧪

Ch 1 ~ Ch 2 ~ Ch 3 ~ Ch 4 ~ Ch 5 ~ Ch 6 ~ Ch 7

You shouldn’t have been listening. You know that. But if he was going to plan something horrible to do with you, you’d rather know it’s coming. But it sounded like the opposite. Like he actually intended to protect you and let you go. No honor amongst thieves, but apparently there was amongst killers. But being with him?

You chew on your lip. The idea caused…mixed signals in your body. Physically? Hell yes. You couldn’t have asked for someone more your type unless it was Oberyn Martell himself. But…how could you let him touch you after what you know he’s done? What he does? You pinch your eyes shut. No, you could not rescue him from his life of amoral judgements. Don’t be dumb. He is who he is. This is not a romance novel.

“About that…” Dave tenses up at the hesitancy in Kovac’s voice. “The target apparently intended to make her the fall guy.” His knuckles turn white around the phone, listening to the news that an account in the Canary Isles has been opened under your name and money deposited into it. Not much, just enough for them to believe that you stole the formula. “Son of a bitch.” He hisses. “Find out if anyone else knows about that account, besides the buyer.”

“It might take some time to clear up.” Comes the reply. “More than a few days.”

Dave sighs. “Okay.” Running his hand through his hair, he thinks about his options. “I’ll need to get back to her apartment. Let her pack up some things.” Kovac snorts and makes porno sounds, making Dave huff. “No, as much as I wouldn’t mind spending the entire time naked in bed, I very seriously doubt she would want that.”

“Enjoy the vacation.” Kovac tells him, obviously not believing a word of what he’s saying.

“Fuck off. Find out if anyone else is a threat to my soulmate. You know what to do.” Dave says before he disconnects the call.

You slide away from the door as quietly as humanly possible, back to the spot on the couch where you had been sitting, your favourite book in your lap like you had never moved.

…As much as I wouldn’t mind spending the entire time naked in bed… His voice echoes in your head making you shiver involuntarily. It’s just the soulmate connection you tell yourself, training your eyes back on your book.

Dave thinks about going back out into the living room, just to be around you. To be able to look at you and memorize your features, but he decides against it. You would be more comfortable away from him, you’ve made that clear. Sighing, he boots up his computer to answer some emails and mark the job as complete.

The morning passes in silence. Dave never re-emerges from wherever he went for that phone call and you never move on the couch, even when the adrenaline wears off and you realize you’re exhausted from nearly being murdered. Lying down on this man’s couch for a nap was not an option. You’re fairly certain you won’t sleep at all while you’re here. Not the way things look right now.

You don’t hear movement at all until sometime around midday, when a chair rattling in the other room pulls you away from your book.

Dave groans, standing and stretching before he goes back into his bedroom to change into appropriate clothes to go out in. Dressed in simple jeans and a Henley, he comes back out into the living room.

“You could be here for a while, so we are going to go to your place to get some clothes. Stuff you want.” He tells you conversationally. “Pick up some more groceries. If I give you my phone to pick out food you like, will you call the cops?”

“You left me alone all morning,” you point out, shaking your head that no, you won’t call the cops. “If I was going to run, I would have by now.” It’s odd, when you realize you mean it. That you had hours upon hours when you could have made a mad dash and you hadn’t. Maybe it was the phone call. Maybe it was the way he was so fierce to the man on the other end about protecting and not forcing you. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but still: You hadn’t run.

“It’s a good thing you didn’t.” Dave sighs, and sits down on the edge of the sofa. “We don’t know exactly who all is going to be looking for you.” He doesn’t want to tell you, but you need to know. “Lisa– she set you up as the fall guy for selling the prototype. You would have been blamed when everything came to light.”

For more than a few seconds you just sit there, staring at him. He can’t be serious. Lisa wouldn’t do that. She had been grooming you to be her second in command for the last few months. She had been sharing extra details of the project with you. She had— you groan, your face falling. She had been setting you up.

The sympathy on his face speaks volumes, when you manage to force yourself to glance up at him, and you’re not sure if things would be easier if he had just killed you or if you were thankful he was protecting you. Either way, this is where you were staying. Apparently for the foreseeable future.

“I’m going to lose my job,” you mumble finally, staring through the man in front of you into nothing. “I’ll be unemployable…that’s it…I’m done…”

“We are taking care of it.” Dave reaches out and puts his hand on your knee, thankful you don’t jerk away from him. “Anyone after you will be silenced and we took the evidence from the lab when we made it look like a robbery.”

You don’t like the sound of silenced, but you swallow your concern and nod. His hand is large, covering your entire knee, and you stare at it blankly for a second but don’t move. He’s still in charge, even if he’s trying to be comforting. “So…you’re stuck with me for a while.” What the hell kind of phrasing is that? “How are we going to go to my place if I can’t be seen?” Yes, focus on logistics. That’s good.

“We can either make a list and have the team pack for you.” He pauses, sure that you don’t want the other men to go through your panty drawer any more than you would want him to. Although his cock twitches at the idea of finding out what kind of panties you wear. “Or you lay down in the back of the seat on the drive over and we will be cautious.”

You exhale deeply, a forced and anxious sigh. “Please don’t make me get in the trunk again,” you ask, letting your arms rest on your thighs an inch or two from his hand which is still on your knee. “I can lie down or hide or whatever, just…that was…” Terrifying. It was terrifying. “I’ll do what you tell me to. I would just rather never do that again.”

“I’m sorry.” He apologizes quietly, brushing his thumb over your knee cap. “We needed to get away in a certain timeframe and couldn’t waste time arguing.” He hates how small your voice gets when talking about that. Doesn’t like the idea of you being so scared that you shut down. “I won’t make you do that again.”

Nodding vaguely, you swallow thickly before clearing your throat, trying to get your voice back. His hand is burning through you, making the rest of you feel hot and making you shiver at the same time. It’s not scary, which is confusing as hell. His touch is…calming. And exciting. And nerve wracking. And it’s not making this any easier.

“I don’t wear hats,” you offer, remembering he was wearing one earlier. You’ll do what you’re told, including hiding. “A hat, a big scarf, and one of your jackets. I won’t look like me even getting out of the car…”

Dave nods. “We can do that.” He murmurs before he stands, a slight creak to his knees and he offers you his hand. You stare up at him as if he’s grown a second head and he’s about to pull his hand back - feeling self conscious - when you reach out and take it, letting him help you up.

Skin to skin for the first time since fighting him earlier, you almost hate yourself for the thrilling way your skin tingles. It’s just the soulmate connection, you remind yourself. And it’s just you being ridiculous. Just the side effects of never having touched a man in any sort of intimacy. Even weird circumstances would give you weird reactions.

“Do you trust me to use your phone?” You ask softly, remembering he you wanted to pick out food, but assuming he’ll be ordering it so you don’t have to risk being in public. Either that or have one of his team shop for him.

He doesn’t remove his hand, keeping hold of yours and loving how soft it is. “I trust you.” He says seriously, staring into your eyes. “Otherwise you would have been brought to a safe house, instead of my apartment.”

“O-okay…” You can’t seem to keep eye contact with him, looking down at your own hand in his but somehow you don’t take it back. When was the last time you even held hands with someone? It seems impossibly intimate for such a simple gesture. He trusts you. He’s trying to protect you. He’ll let you go again when it’s safe. Your mind races, grasping at the first thought you can. “I can cook sometimes,” you blurt out, only realizing after you say it how stupid it sounds. “I mean…if I’m going to be taking up space and eating your food…I can at least help?”

For the first time since you’ve been in his apartment - his life - Dave smiles. A genuine smile, curving his lips and making his eyes light up at the idea of someone preparing a meal for him. “If you want.” He nods. “My kitchen is yours.”

“Okay,” you say again, nodding this time and glancing up at him to find him beaming down at you. Holy shit… Your mouth runs dry. He’s gorgeous when he smiles…

He tugs you towards the door and grabs one of his beanies and a jacket. “Here.” He hands it to you, reluctantly letting go of your hand. Remembering that this is your idea, you tug the hat on and slip into the jacket, which is gratefully baggy. You flip the collar up and shove your hands in the pockets, ready to follow him. To do what you’re told. And maybe stay safe. You have no idea at this point.

The elevator ride down is quiet. Dave frowns as the doors open to the parking garage, looking around before he lets you off, he walks over to a newer sedan with a dark tint and opens the door. “Backseat please.” He asks, opening the back door.

You lie down in back, remembering all his instructions, and tuck your head into your elbow to hide your fear the best you can. None of this seemed real to you until right now - the danger seems unreal to the point of exaggeration, but nothing about how he is going about this is an exaggeration.

“Do you have any animals?” Dave asks suddenly, thinking about having to leave an animal in your apartment. “We can crate them up and bring them by to my house.”

“No,” you shake your head even though he can’t see you as he turns over the engine and pulls out of his parking space. “I can’t even keep plants alive.”

“Okay. I want you to pack your clothes. At least two weeks worth.” He tells you. “Laptop, whatever you want to keep you occupied.” Since he had told you the danger you are in he doubted you would go to the police and say he had kidnapped you.

Your eyes widen at the idea of two weeks and you’re glad he can’t see you as he drives. “Okay.” It seems to be the thing you say to him the most, loud enough for him to hear you up front. He lives clear across the city from you so the drive will take a while, and you start to make a mental list of what to grab. Figuring he won’t want to stay at your place longer than necessary, you’re glad you did laundry last night so you have all your favorite things clean.

******

Dave keeps checking the mirrors, a habit that is well served. Constantly rotating between the mirrors and checking to see if anyone is trailing you, he makes his way across town and pulls up next to your building, as close as he can get without parking in the handicap parking and calling attention to himself. “We are here. I have your keys. Keep your head down and just keep moving.” He cautions you.

By some miracle the lobby is mostly empty and you easily avoid catching anyone’s attention, heading into the elevator unnoticed and taking the short ride to your floor. Your door is only two over from the elevator and you follow Dave inside with a sigh of relief. Getting inside quickly seemed to please him, and that is reassuring somehow. “I’ll be fast,” you tell him, moving past to scoop your laptop and power cord up from your reading chair where you left them out last night.

Dave looks around the apartment, getting an insight into your personality. You are different from him, and he smirks when he spies seven coffee cups scattered on surfaces around the apartment. He huffs in amusement at how different his soulmate is from him as he starts to gather them up.

Standing in the middle of your bedroom, you shake off the intense need to just crawl into your bed and hide. Instead you pull out the travel bag you use when you go to see your dad every few months and pull open your closet door. Two weeks worth of clothes will add up quickly and you do your best to tuck everything in neatly for no other reason than your sanity.

Shoving your slippers in the bag’s side pocket, you move over to your bureau. Underwear. Bras and panties. Why the fuck were you staring at your underwear drawer like it matters what you pack? It doesn’t. It absolutely doesn’t matter. And you hate yourself for reaching for the black panties and matching bra that you’d bought for yourself as a treat. They would sit at the bottom of your bag until laundry day, you tell yourself. When you are doing laundry, you would wear this set. No other time.

Coming back into the living room, you’re stunned to see Dave at your sink with a stack of discarded mugs beside him in the dish strainer as he rinses off one more. “Are you…” you can’t help but smile. It’s almost endearing in a weird way. “Are You tidying up?”

“You can’t have these sitting out.” He rationalizes. “You will have bugs.”

“Right.” The weird little moment evaporates and you move to pull your earbuds and a few other tidbits off your desk to shove into your laptop bag. “I’ll be ready to go in a minute.” The only thing left is toiletries, and that is easy. It’s not like you would be wearing elaborate makeup while you were in hiding.

He gets the feeling you are annoyed at his practicality but he just doesn’t want you to have a mess to clean up. His first op overseas after the split from Carol, he had left a trash bag in the can. It had taken months to get rid of the ants.

“One more thing,” you tell him and disappear into the bathroom. All the things you need are in plain sight and you have your toiletries bag in hand in under two minutes. Out in the main room, you catch Dave bagging up your trash and shake your head a little. Compulsively tidy. Called it.

“I think I’m ready.” You shove the toiletries into your big bag and look around. Goodbye, apartment. Well, at least all the bills are paid by automatic draft.

“Okay.” Dave opens the door and looks out before he holds the door open wider for you to exit. “Here are the keys.” He tells you, handing them to you and trusting you not to run back into the apartment and barricade yourself inside. “I would do it, but I need to keep a hand free.” He doesn’t mention why, the ‘for pulling my gun out’ is implied.

In minutes, Dave is loading your things into the trunk of his car and you’re climbing into the back again, bracing yourself for the half hour ride back to his apartment. Somewhere between your apartment door and now, the thought really hits you. He’s really helping you. In a very backward way. If you were arrested for intending to sell the prototype, that was treason. It was only your word against all the faked evidence that apparently existed. Your options are two weeks in Dave’s apartment or 15-20 in a maximum security prison, and Bedford Hills SuperMax isn’t exactly on your list of must-see locations before you die.

The choice is easy.

Dave feels better once he is on the road. Reaching back and handing you his phone. “Go ahead and put the order in for the groceries. Just have them delivered to the apartment.” He decides that it would be better to get you back to the apartment. “Order whatever you want, don’t skimp.”

Studiously ignoring the warm tingle when Dave’s fingers brush yours, you tap through his grocery app, mindlessly adding a few ingredients for recipes you know you can make well, a good box of tea, and a box of the cereal you eat for breakfast every morning. Not much, but enough to get through without being a nuisance.

It would be so easy. With his phone in your hand, all you would have to do is dial.

But he’s your soulmate. And you’ll go to jail. And your fingers tap through the app easily, choosing payment and delivery before clearing your throat. “Done,” you murmur quietly. This is your own fate sealed now. You’ve chosen to stay with him. And now you have to see it through.

Idiot.

******

Back at his apartment, Dave carries your bag for you. More at ease in his own building, he looks over at where you are nervously chewing on your bottom lip. “I’m going to give you my bedroom.” He tells you, looking back up at the climbing numbers as the elevator car rises up. “I’ll take the couch. You’ll be more comfortable and have privacy.”

“You don’t have to do that.” You reply automatically. It’s going to be weeks and kicking him out of his own bed isn’t exactly keeping your presence to a minimum. “The couch is big. I’ll be okay.” You’ve had worse, certainly, and you can’t see the next few weeks going well anyway. “I don’t want to disrupt your routine anymore than I already am…which is already way more than you need to do for me…”

“Sweetheart,” he looks at you as the doors open. “Take the damn bed. You can sleep in it by yourself, or you can sleep in it with me. Your choice.” He doesn’t give you a chance to answer, just steps off the car and starts striding down the hall.

Blunt, You remind yourself. Dave York is blunt. You hurry to follow him down the hall once you shake yourself out of being surprised, slipping into his front door that he holds out for you. “Sorry,” you mumble sheepishly, hating that you weren’t exactly on his heels like you think he wants you to be. You’re supposed to stay close to him, not stand dazed in the elevator.

“Don’t be sorry.” He murmurs, wondering why you feel the need to constantly apologize. “Consider this your home for now.” He closes the door and flashes you a sardonic grin. “Sorry it’s too uncluttered for you. I’m sure you will change that.”

“Creative minds are messy,” you defend, moving past him to take your bag out of his hand. You may not have a place to unpack, but there are a few little things you can put away.

“Creative minds, huh?” He takes the bag back from you and walks down the hall to the bedroom. “I’ll clean out a couple of drawers for you. There’s room in the closet.” He turns to the chest of drawers and starts opening them to shift clothes around. “What do you create?”

“Um…” You had to go and open your big mouth. You might as well tell him. You’re going to be in his living room with your notebook and research, so he’ll find out eventually. “I write stories.”

“Really?” He’s curious about that but he doesn’t want to make you shut down. “That’s interesting. I love reading but I don’t think I could do something like that.”

“They’re not impressive or anything,” you shrug, pulling out some clothes from your bag to tuck into the drawer he has emptied for you. “It’s just…I don’t know…an escape. Something different from the Same Old Everyday.” It’s a mystery to you, why he’s so easy to talk to so quickly after this morning. You should still be terrified of him. But the more time you spend around him, the more human he is. The more like an everyday person. Just…kind of intense. And a little sad.

“That’s a good thing.” He transfers his clothes down to the bottom two drawers and leaves you the top two for your clothes. “It’s good to have an escape. I like movies.” He admits. “I have a huge collection on a hard drive.”

“What do you watch?” Later, when he’s not standing right next to you, you’ll transfer your intimates to one of the drawers and hide them under your shirts, pretending you have a little bit of privacy.

“Anything. But I really like sci-fi, or fantasy. Also historical dramas.” Dave rubs the back of his neck and looks around. He shouldn’t be this happy about you filling up two drawers in his dresser, but he is.

He’s been lonely since he and Carol split up. He can admit that. It was one of the reasons that he pursued her. He knew she wasn’t his soulmate, but he had been lonely. It was right after his second tour overseas and he needed to feel something. He had loved her. Even if he knew it wasn’t that forever kind of love. He had fooled himself into believing that having a soulmate didn’t matter. He changed people’s destinies for a living.

But you are his soulmate. Even if you wanted nothing to do with him. He would still keep you safe with everything he had. He would make sure you were safe and then he would let you go.

“I’ll - I’ll let you settle in.” He murmurs awkwardly.

“Have you ever seen Timeline?” You’re developing a habit of blurting things out around him and feeling like an idiot directly afterwards, including right now. Your favorite guilty pleasure movie isn’t exactly fantastic cinema, but it’s amazingly fun and always a guarantee to cheer you up. You find yourself remembering his smile from earlier, wondering if it was something that could happen again. “It’s time travel…so sci-fi and period piece…really silly. The kind of movie that’s better when you can make fun of it with a friend…” A friend. You huff at yourself silently. You’re not his friend. You’re the weird girl he’s stuck with.

Dave stops and turns back around to grin at you. “Absolutely. Let me guess…Gerard Butler, or Paul Walker?” He teases, eyes glinting in mischief.

You flush guiltily, hating being caught in something shallow like drooling over an actor, even though everybody does it. "Gerard Butler," you shrug. "But it's as much the character as it is the actor. Marek is fascinating." And has the best love story in the movie, but you leave that bit out.

He smirks. “It’s the accent, isn’t it?” He asks, slipping into a Scottish brogue that is nearly believable. He doesn’t blame you for liking some actor. The guy’s handsome. He just likes teasing you.

The embarrassment reaches your ears, burning the tips as you shove your hands in your pockets. "Doesn't hurt..." you mumble honestly.

He chuckles. “Maybe we can watch it tonight with dinner.” He offers, titling his head slightly. “I know you are disappointed I’m who the universe stuck you with, but I’m not all bad.” He pauses for a second before he turns back around and walks out the door to leave you to unpack.

You're left standing in the middle of his room, wondering what the hell is going on as you finish putting away the last of your clothes in private. Your honest lack of experience with flirting just leaves you wondering if he's being nice or doing it on purpose. You have the absolute most fucked-up meet cute in the universe, but somehow...he's nice. And that niceness is completely separate from the way that Henley he's wearing has to stretch to its limits to contain his damn shoulders.

Shoving your underwear under a layer of shirts, you bring your toiletries to the bathroom and shove them in an empty bit of cabinet so he won't have to stare at your mess. Nothing about this situation makes sense. Nothing at all. But something as simple as a movie with dinner sounds awfully comforting.

“Stop trying to connect with her, dumbass.” Dave hisses to himself when he’s back in the living room. Pulling out his phone to check on the delivery order, he sees that it’s still being shopped.

After an op are the worst times. Craving a human connection after exploiting his ability to remove himself emotionally from the situation. Now apparently it was bad enough that he is trying to flirt with a woman who wants nothing to do with him

"Dave?" You stick your head out into the living room to find him staring out the window aimlessly. It's the first time you've ever actually said his name out loud and it feels heavy on your tongue. "What...um...what do you normally do? During the day?" Does he have an office to go to? What are you expected to do while he's gone? Does he work from home? Is his routine thrown off just as much as yours? You have no idea.

His brow furrows. “I am officially DIA. I have an office, but I can work remotely.” He answers you honestly. He had just anticipated working from home until this was resolved, his team able to take care of most things for him.

"So no shutting me in the bedroom while you're at the office?" It was meant as a joke but it comes out awkwardly. Suggestive. And suddenly you're afraid that you're overstepping all over again, but trying not to show it.

He snorts. “No, I’ll just tie you to the bed.” It comes out before he can stop himself. Not that he had been thinking about how you would look, spread out on his bed and squirming underneath him while you cried his name in pleasure. Nope. Not at all.

Your eyes widen and you know he's seen it because you can't look away fast enough. You manage to not squeak or make any embarrassing noise of surprise, but you know for sure that your face is burning. What do you even say to that? "Gotta leave one hand free so I can hold a book," you clear your throat, giving yourself away. "Or else you're going to have to read to me." Shut the hell up! What is wrong with you?

That makes him laugh. Not a chuckle, but a full belly laugh. “Believe me sweetheart, if you are tied to my bed, you will be too busy to read.” Dave tells you with a wolffish grin. You might not mean a word of what you are saying, but watching your face express your every thought is fun.

It's the second time he's called you that - sweetheart - and somehow it actually seems endearing instead of condescending. Completely separate from the fact that you feel positively slick between your thighs at the mental image, you can feel your goddamn heart racing. There's no graceful way out of this teasing for you, and he's looking at you like you're his next goddamn meal and you just...combust. You're too off kilter. Too out of your element. And honestly too physically attracted to him to be able to deal with this well.

"I'm a virgin." You blurt out, completely mortified immediately afterward and flee into the bathroom like an idiot. What the FUCK was that?! Maybe you'd be better off in prison than here after all…

That surprises him. A lot. You are gorgeous and he had assumed that you– “Okay.” Dave walks to the door and taps on it, trying not to imagine how fucking tight you would be or watching the riot of expression ride over your face while you cum. “That’s– that’s okay.” He shrugs even though you can’t see it, unsure of what to say. “I’m not. Sorry. But you don’t need to be embarrassed.”

"Don't be stupid," you groan, loud enough for him to hear through the door. You need a second or two before you can face him. "There's no reason you would be." You exhale slowly, trying to collect yourself, before you crack the door open enough to just see him. "I just...I think you're flirting with me? And I don't really..." God what a fucking idiot you must seem like. 12 hours ago he was abducting you from your office and now THIS? "I'm not good at this. I haven't done it. I..." Your voice drops and so do your eyes. "I decided a long time ago that I wasn't going to bother with anyone who wasn't my soulmate."

A lot of people save themselves. It isn't unusual. You had decided it on your own, never expecting your person to have made the same decision but satisfied that you were doing what made you comfortable and happy. Now, though? Facing the reality of it? You felt like an idiot schoolgirl who had just told their teacher they hadn't studied for an exam.

“Oh.” Dave softens at your words, reaching out before he pauses, not stroking your cheek like he had intended. Carol had always liked when he was physically affectionate but maybe you weren’t that way. “I–I’m honored.” He tells you seriously. “I know you wish you hadn’t now. Considering….”

"I don't even know." You hate how small your voice is, but there's nothing you can do about it. You're embarrassed. Even if he says you don't need to be, you are. This whole thing is fucked. "I don't...expect anything," you clarify, letting the door open a little more. "Like I don't think everything is going to magically be a fairy tale or something. But..." With a huff and a shrug, you manage to actually look up at him. A soft and sympathetic expression drawn on his handsome face. "But I think you're more than your job. And if we're going to be sharing space for a while, I think it would make things a lot less awkward if we got to know each other a little?"

“That’s a good idea.” He wants to kiss you, badly. Wants to see if your lips are as soft as they look. “I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.” He means it too. He would tell you everything he possibly could, barring the top secret information.

You pinch your eyes shut for a minute before you push the door open all the way. He doesn't move, and for a second you don't either - an odd stand-off in the doorway of his bathroom. Of all the goddamn stupid impulses in the world, just like all the stupid shit you've blurted out to him today, your mind and body seem to have more control over your actions than your will, and you lean forward to hug him before you can stop yourself. Break the barrier now and make it less awkward, you tell yourself, searching for some logic in the impulse.

Your arms come around him and Dave groans. The sound rumbling in his chest and his own arms immediately encircle you. Feeling the press of your body against his is a delicious kind of torture, and his cock twitches insistently. Already hard from your confession, it presses against the zipper of his jeans and reminds him how attractive he finds you. “It’s okay.”

"I'm not upset," you realize at the same time the words are coming out of your mouth. For a split second you don't register what the feeling is, until you think about it for a second and practically jump back with the surprise of realizing he's hard for some reason. How did that even happen? "I...I just...I don't know. It felt like the right thing to do? Break the awkward conversation barrier and break the awkward touch barrier..."

Dave smirks, liking the way that you think. “So by your logic, we should break the awkward kiss barrier too.” He murmurs, eyes darkening slightly at the idea.

The flash of panic on your face is probably incredibly obvious. Being in your early 30s and never having done anything has made it all seem incredibly daunting as well as incredibly enticing. You know he knows what he's doing. You can tell. It's something in the way he carries himself and the ease that he teases you. But standing awkwardly in the doorway of his bathroom is hardly anywhere near the thousands of versions of your first kiss that you'd imagined. Even if your heart is pounding in your ears thinking about it. "Bathroom isn't exactly...romantic," your whole body burns in pure embarrassment.

Disappointment is something that he’s used to, but this time it’s nearly painful. His eyes shutter, losing their teasing glow, and he gives you a small nod. “I understand.” Of course you wouldn’t want him to kiss you. He takes a step back and is about to say something else when there is a knock on the door.

His entire demeanor changes. Back straight and eyes suddenly intense and focused, his jaw tight. “Stay here.” He warns you, reaching for the gun that he had set on the dresser before he disappears out of the room towards the front door.

You slump against the doorframe, facing dropping into one hand. Is it your imagination, or was he disappointed? The whole energy around the two of you had changed in the blink of an eye. Did he actually want to kiss you? Had you just screwed up your only chance at an actual, real first kiss?

You groan quietly, feeling like an idiot, and listen to the exchange happening in the other room: the girl delivering your grocery order is giggling and obviously flirting with him - something you wouldn’t even feel comfortable with yet, but he probably thrives on. The rustle of bags and giggling goes on for a few minutes, and you find yourself leaving the bathroom to walk the two steps into his bedroom to sit down on the edge of his bed. Awkward kiss barrier You shake your head at yourself and groan again. Idiot.

He decides to give you your space. Get it together, York he tells himself. He shakes his head as he starts to put away the groceries.

It was amazing that there was a girl that had flirted with him while she was bringing the bags inside and he had little interest beyond being polite. And the woman that wanted nothing to do with him had him tied up in knots. It was the soulmate bond. It had to be. Yes, he was attracted to you. That was very obvious, but he normally never had a problem being told no. It wasn’t like he had never been turned down before. He normally just smiled and backed off, but with you? He couldn’t seem to let it go. Although it seemed like he needed to.

Ten minutes after the door shuts, you push yourself off of his bed and dig into your travel bag for your slippers - padding out into the kitchen much more comfortably. His face is drawn as he folds up the empty paper bags and the entire light is gone from his demeanor. And it’s your fault.

“It wasn’t a ‘no’,” your voice is a little on the quiet side so you don’t startle him - hands spines into your jeans pockets once more. “Just…not yet?” Not when I’m eight inches away from a toilet, preferably.

He keeps his eyes on his task, folding the paper neatly to recycle. “I shouldn’t have pushed.” He tells you quietly, his tone low. He’s not angry at you, just more upset that your rejection matters so much. “You don’t need to feel pressured into anything. It won’t happen again.”

There’s a way that he curls in on himself that’s not that different from when you do it yourself. His version is sad and almost self berating, while yours is intense embarrassment and shame. You’re rooted to the spot, still shocked at how your opinion of this man has changed so drastically in 12 hours. But there it is. It has changed. Because of your soulmate connection, probably.

“It’s my own stupid thing,” you explain quietly. “You wait thirty plus years for your first kiss, you tend to get anxious about it when the opportunity shows up.”

Finally looking at you, Dave searches your eyes and finds nothing dishonest about your answer. He sees embarrassment, shyness and a touch of shame. He hadn’t realized you hadn’t even kissed anyone before, assuming you had at least done that. He nods seriously. “If you want me to kiss you, just tell me.” He murmurs. “I’ll happily do it, but only if you want.” He pauses, rocking his jaw slightly. “Never apologize for not wanting intimacy. You owe me nothing, not even wearing matching marks.”

Thankfully you manage to not just spit out words this time. You chew on your lip, watching him for any sign of judgment, but there’s none. He just looks serious - which you’re noticing is his default. “I do.” You hear yourself saying, more surprised that you’re saying it than that you mean it. “Want you to, I mean.” He’s your soulmate. You’ve waited your entire life to find him. And even though it was fucked up, it’s still your story. “I’ve just imagined it a million different ways and none of them had me standing next to a toilet…” You huff at yourself. “Too many old movies. Real life doesn’t have a soundtrack and mood lighting.”

He snorts lightly. “I can understand that.” He smirks slightly at the idea of setting the mood. “You want romance.” He guesses, sighing quietly. “I don’t- it’s not my programmed nature. Flowers, candles, that kind of thing. I normally act.” He fidgets slightly. “Carol– my ex, I showed I cared by filing for divorce and giving her the house.”

“I don’t expect anything from you,” you clarify, though flowers and candles sounds pretty fucking perfect. “I just want you to know that it’s not a ‘no’.” You shrug, knowing that you’re not what he expected, either. You’re very different people, but the universe seems to think that’s a good thing. “I’m just working through my own stupid shit and that’s on me.” There’s the distinct sting of disappointment, knowing that he’s not the sweep-you-off-your-feet type, but you had sort of guessed he wanted from early on.

“How about we just enjoy tonight?” He offers, thinking about how to make you feel special. He didn’t normally do romance, that didn’t mean he couldn’t. “Have dinner, watch Timeline. Nothing expected. Just the assassin and the girl he kidnapped to save her life?” He flashes you a grin at the description of you and him.

That shouldn’t be charming. That should be horrifying. Terrifying. Fill you with dread. Instead you’re caught up in the dimple that presses into his cheek and your cheeks burn deeply. “Sure,” You nod. “I threw a frozen pizza and some salad stuff into the grocery order…that sounds like dinner and a movie?” Dinner and a movie was something people did on a date and you curse yourself for the phrasing immediately after him saying tonight was supposed to be relaxed.

Dave nods quickly. “That sounds good. If you want- I do have a bottle of wine in one of the cabinets.” He flushes slightly. “Housewarming gift from one of the downstairs neighbors when I moved in. If you drink wine, I rarely do. Makes me sleepy.”

You shrug, taking a few steps toward the kitchen. Toward him. “I’m more of a scotch on the rocks girl,” you admit. “Not very ladylike, I know.”

He grins again. “So the wine stays in the cabinet. There’s scotch and whiskey beside it. You are welcome to it.”

“How about with dinner?” You like that grin. You could get used to that grin.

“That will work.” He feels better. The last thing he wanted was for you to be uncomfortable here for the next week or two.

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starfinss · 2 years

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Beyond Professionalism — Zhongli 1/2

Requested by Anonymous.

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Summary: You’ve had a crush on the consultant at the Wangshung Funeral Parlor for a while now, and getting promoted to his secretary makes things get complicated faster than you could possibly handle.

Pairing: Zhongli x Reader

Rating: Fluff (SFW)

Word Count: 3,518

Am I using Hu Tao for comedic purposes? Yes. Yes I am. So sue me. Also, I honestly didn’t think this two-shot formula would go anywhere but you guys seem to like it, so here we are.

You were snapped from your mid-morning doze by the sound of a file landing on your desk. You jolted up in your seat, trying your best to stay alert, but your disheveled hair was giving you away and you knew it. You’d pulled another late night all thanks to a certain eccentric funeral director, and said director was the one standing on the other side of your desk, her face split in half with a frankly alarming Cheshire grin.

That was never a good sigh, not with Hu Tao.

“Director,” you said, stifling a yawn, “what’s this?”

Hu Tao jabbed her finger at the manilla folder, her grin remaining wide and getting impossibly wider. “Read it.”

You blinked at her, putting a hand out to stop her as she was beginning to lean towards you, then plucking the folder from the desktop and opening it. You shot Hu Tao an uneasy glance before focusing your attention on the contents of the folder.

It was a letter of promotion. There, clear as day, it said just that. You were being reassigned from your desk job to the secretary and personal assistant to…

Oh no.

Hu Tao’s grin dropped to a less frightening smile. “Don’t you love it? Are you excited?”

“Uh,” you said, “that’s— well— Uh, the pay is better there.”

Hu Tao groaned, her smile dropping completely. “That’s all? That’s seriously all you’re going to say? After I’ve done you this tremendous favor?”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Director, you know this is a terrible idea.”

“Au contrare, (Y/N), it’s an excellent idea. Your time draws near as all our times do, and I see the way you look at him. Plus, I think your talents are better suited to this position. Zhongli could use the extra hand with Meng on leave, and you’re more than capable. I didn’t do this to play matchmaker— okay, maybe I did, just a little— but that’s beside the point—”

“No, it absolutely isn’t,” you interjected, “this is unprofessional. You gave me a new position to set me up with someone.”

Hu Tao shook her head. “No, I was considering giving you the position even before you told me about how you felt, so that’s a moot point. This is just an added bonus. Have some fun before you inevitably become one of my clients. Really, I promise you that I’m giving you this position because I think you earned it.”

You sighed. “Okay, okay. I’ll humor you. The pay is better, and Archons know I need the mora. But, Director, you know how I get around him. It’s like I’m possessed.”

Hu Tao considered this, her hands lacing together in front of her chest.

“Nah, not possession, that’s way different. Way more drooling.” She gave a little shudder, “far too much drooling. But that isn’t my point. Everyone gets tongue-tied, (Y/N), especially around the person they like. The most you’ll be doing is getting tea, helping with undertaking, and helping set up memorial services. You already know how to do those things, so it shoused be a piece of cake for you.”

“Piece of cake,” you parroted, “I’ve got this.”

Hu Tao’s alarming grin was back. “Yeah, you do, that’s the spirit!”

You gave her a grin of your own, but it was halfhearted and nervous. “So, when do I start?”

Hu Tao’s expression grew sheepish. “Uh. That’s the thing. You start now.”

Your eyes went to the size of saucers, bolting up from your desk. “What!?”

“Don’t worry,” Hu Tao said, pressing a hand to her chest, “I’ll be your wingwoman. Also I’m required to oversee your first day.”

You put your head in your hands. This was going to be an utter disaster.

You were right. This was a complete disaster. It was from the moment you stepped into Zhongli’s office with the box full of your belongings in your arms, Hu Tao on your tail.

Zhongli looked up from what he was doing, and you averted your gaze as his piercing stare landed on you.

“Ah,” he said, “(Y/N). What a lovely surprise. What brings you to my office? W-with your belongings? Why is the director with you?”

“I’m here,” Hu Tao said, “because (Y/N) here is your new secretary and personal assistant.”

Zhongli looked a little bewildered, but he simply smiled easily and rose to his feet, crossing the room to take the box of things from your arms, setting it on the empty desk in the corner of the space. You saw Hu Tao grinning at you out of the corner of your eye, but you pointedly ignored her.

“Very well,” he said, “the extra help would be much appreciated. I have to meet with Mr. Zhang for the arrangements of his father’s memorial service and burial in just a couple of minutes, if you’d be so kind as to accompany me.”

You nodded, probably a little too quickly. “Yes, of course.”

“Smooth,” Hu Tao said.

Zhongli looked at her. “What was that, Director?”

“Hm? I didn’t say anything.”

Zhongli stared at her for a few seconds, one of his eyebrows quirking up, but he let the subject drop. “Very well. You’re coming along, yes?”

“Uh-huh,” Hu Tao said, “I plan to give Mr. Zhang the utmost care.”

You blinked. “It‘s his father who died, Director.”

“Oh, him, too.”

You sighed. It was going to be a very long day.

After preparing the necessary things for meeting the client, the three of you set off into Liyue Harbor. It was a cool autumn day, and you tugged your overcoat around you more tightly as you walked, the documents Zhongli had handed you before leaving clutched against your chest.

The cobble streets were littered with brilliantly colored leaves, painting the pathway with crushed orange, vermillion and butter yellow hues. The fallen leaves crunched merrily beneath the soles of your shoes, mixing musically with the chatter of people passing by and the rousing twang of a zither played by a street musician. The air smelled like freshly grilled tiger fish and the seasonal autumn scent of crisp, clean air and leaves damp with that morning’s drizzle. Walking through Liyue Harbor any day was a treat, but days like this were your favorite.

You chatted aimlessly with Hu Tao as you made your way into the business district, the mouth watering scents that drifted out of the Wanmin Restaurant rousing your appetite, and you made a note to stop by there after work to get a meal. Xiangling was good company, and you enjoyed pretty much anything she cooked. Even her strangest creations ended up tasting incredible.

Your mind went into overdrive when Zhongli launched into a long-winded speech about the various uses of Noctilucous Jade spurred on by Hu Tao mentioning that she owned a piece of jewelry with such a jade setting. You listened to Zhongli talk with dreamy eyes, drinking in the information he gave you. He knew so much about everything, it was incredible to you. You could ask him anything about Liyue Harbor and he’d know enough about any topic related that he could write several volumes with all he knew.

You yourself were also quite knowledgeable. You’d been a knowledge hungry person ever since you were small, and you sped through any book you got your hands on, fact and fiction alike. Conversations like this were your favorite. You were in your element with Zhongli. It was part of why you liked him so much.

“Hate to break up the talk about rocks,” Hu Tao said, her eyes swimming with mirth, “but we’re here.”

You looked to where she was gesturing, taking in the relatively unimpressive townhouse that stood before you. It was painted with muted colors and wood tones, and it looked like it needed a little TLC. Various wildflowers grew from the eves, adding a little more life to the droll front, even if it was small. Cracked pots and a few crates were stacked under the front window, a tightly drawn linen curtain blocking your view of the house’s interior.

Hu Tao cleared her throat, straightening her hat as she stepped forward, raising her fist to knock on the door. It swung open as she was still knocking, causing her to stumble back in mild surprise, and you reached out a hand to steady her. A man emerged from behind the door. He was young, cleaner, and more well kept than the house was, making you suspect that this had been the deceased’s home.

“Ah!” Hu Tao exclaimed, stepping forward, “you must be the bereaved. I am the director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, Hu Tao, and these are my associates, Mr. Zhongli and Miss—”

“I know who you are,” the man said, and Hu Tao exchanged a look with you.

Upon closer inspection, you noticed that the man’s clothing was made of expensive material, more specifically of patterned silks, complete with intricate brocade patterning at the high collar of his changshan. He was more than likely a merchant, and rather well off one, at that. This was not going to be a fun job, and from the way Zhongli’s posture tensed, you could tell that he was thinking the same things you were.

You stepped inside the house, taking in your surroundings. The interior was just as shabby as the exterior, complete with a threadbare sofa and worn wooden furniture. It looked like the place hadn’t been well taken care of for a while. It made you a little bit sad. On one of the sofas sat a woman, as refined and polished as the man at the door, dressed in a pretty silk cheongsam, her hair gathered in a complicated updo behind her head.

She looked up when you entered, but her expression remained disinterested. Her decorated appearance stuck out in the faded room so starkly it was almost comical.

“You must be Mr. Zhang,” Zhongli said, extending his hand for Zhang to shake, which he did after a second of hesitation.

“Yes,” Zhang said, “and this is my sister, Daiyu.”

Zhongli glanced over at the woman, Daiyu. “My deepest condolences for the loss of your father. Now, shall we talk business?”

Zhang sat beside his sister, and Zhongli took the couch opposite them, and you were content with standing and letting him work until Hu Tao was not-so-subtly shoving you in the direction of the couch and forcing you into the spot beside Zhongli.

Everyone was looking at her. Subtly was clearly not her strong suit.

“Uh,” you said, shifting in your seat, “Director, what was that for?”

Hu Tao made a clicking sound with her mouth. “You said you were tired from the walk over, right? I was just making sure you get your rest. It isn’t time for you to become a client just yet.”

You stared at her some more. “Uh. Yeah, sure.”

Zhongli cleared his throat. “Anyway, with… that out of the way, what would you prefer to discuss first?”

The rest of the discussion went off without a hitch, and you knew Hu Tao wouldn’t ever interfere with this process, she took funeral preparations incredibly seriously. You diligently jotted down Zhang’s decisions, annoyingly having to scratch out the floral arrangement choice several times as Daiyu and Zhang argued over which would be best.

“Ah,” you said, “if I may offer my input.”

Zhongli nodded. “Yes, by all means.”

You twisted your pen between your fingers. “With all due respect, I think silk flowers would be the best choice. Glaze lilies are already being used for the incense, and if there were arrangements of them as well, the scent would be overpowering. Silk flowers, while still fragrant, are more subtle in their aroma, making them more fitting for this kind of thing.”

Zhongli smiled. “Yes, she is quite correct. I couldn’t have said it better myself.”

Zhang looked from you to Zhongli and back again. “Uh. Okay, silk flowers it is.”

For the rest of the conversation, Zhongli would occasionally ask for your opinion on something, and he seemed pleased with each of your answers, making you beam with pride every time. Hu Tao looked like she was about to explode with how wide she was grinning, and you elbowed her hard in the ribs to get her to cut it out. You sent her a sharp glare, and she got the message, adopting an innocent expression that didn’t fool you in the slightest.

The morning dragged on into afternoon, and you felt your stomach grumble. You’d need to eat soon, but for now, you pushed down your physical needs for the sake of professionalism.

After the service was arranged, Hu Tao took over, discussing cremation, embalming, and other preparations that were performed on dead bodies before funerals, and you continued writing down the important points, but your mind was elsewhere.

You’d concluded a few things thus far. One of them was that Hu Tao was the worst wingwoman in Liyue. The other was that Zhongli just didn’t seem to be interested in you. Sure, he was friendly with you, and you were positive that the two of you were mutual in terms of considering the other a friend. But he saw you as a coworker, now his assistant, and nothing beyond professional and friendly boundaries.

After the meeting concluded and hands were shaken, you left with Hu Tao and Zhongli, passing the pad of paper you’d been writing on to the director, which she took and tucked into her coat. You felt exhausted and it wasn’t even three in the afternoon yet.

“I thought that went well,” Hu Tao said, “the body should be in by later today, so I’ll get to work on the procedures.”

Zhongli made a sound of assent. “Yes, I shall get the orders for the flowers and other arrangements sent to the necessary places.”

You blinked. “I’ll help Zhongli.”

No duh, you’re his assistant.

You tried to calm your racing mind as you walked, going over the meeting and the important bits in your head as you did so. You stopped to get some grilled tiger fish, Hu Tao’s treat, which you scarfed down in record time. You supposed you’d underestimated how hungry you’d been.

Hu Tao slid over to walk closer to you as you neared the small courtyard in front of the funeral parlor, making you take a few steps to the side, colliding with Zhongli in the process. He caught you by the shoulder to stop you from toppling over, his eyes unreadable as he studied Hu Tao’s face.

“You’re acting… stranger than usual today, Director.”

Hu Tao canted her head, shrugging her narrow shoulders as she opened the front doors, gesturing for you and Zhongli to follow her inside.

“Nah, I’m usually like this,” she said, “so, what do you think of (Y/N)?”

You rounded on her once the doors were closed behind you. “Hu Tao, I swear—”

Forget the worst in Liyue, Hu Tao was the worst wingwoman in all of Teyvat.

Zhongli looked taken aback by Hu Tao’s sudden question, blinking. “What do I think of her?”

Hu Tao ignored your glare. “Mhm. Honestly.”

“Well,” Zhongli started, “I think she is a capable, reliable person. She is well read and worldly, and she possesses tenacity that is quite admirable. Having her work with me will help me achieve things with efficiency I could not reach on my own. Why are you asking me this?”

You could feel your cheeks burning, and Hu Tao was grinning again.

“Oh, you know, I wanna assign her to someone who likes her.”

Zhongli paused for a moment, considering this. “I suppose that makes sense, I am quite fond of her.”

You coughed, drawing the attention of your companions, drawing said attention to your violently sunsettia-red face.

“Uh,” you said, “yeah, feeling’s mutual.”

Hu Tao sent you a look that very clearly called you ‘lame’ in glowing letters, but you ignored her for the umpteenth time that day, trying to focus on calming your raging blush.

“(Y/N), are you ill? Your face is very red. Do you have a fever?” Zhongli asked, genuine concern on his face, and Hu Tao burst into laughter. Both you and Zhongli stared at her.

“She’s blushing,” she said, bracing her hands on her knees as she doubled over, “Archons above, you’re dense.”

Zhongli blinked, the bewildered that had taken over his face more than a little endearing. “I’ve said something to make her blush?”

Hu Tao looked at him in disbelief. “You’re serious? Like, actually serious? You just gave her all sorts of complements.”

Zhongli swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “I was unaware that I said things that counted as complements. They were mere observations.”

You let out a short, forced laugh. “Oh, yeah, I totally look at myself in the mirror every morning and tell myself I’ve got ‘tenacity that is quite admirable.’”

Hu Tao regarded you. “You do?”

You narrowed your eyes at her. “I was being sarcastic.”

“Right, right, I was kidding, I knew that.”

She didn’t know that.

“Well, you are an incredible young woman, (Y/N), with an abundance in… tenacity.”

“Oh, Archons,” Hu Tao said, “just go get dinner together. This is painful.”

Zhongli blinked. “Dinner? What for? Why are you in pain?”

Hu Tao put her hands over her face, an exasperated groan mingling with her tired sigh. “A date. Take her on a date. I know you like her. Whenever we get lunch or something it’s (Y/N) this, and (Y/N) that, always talking about how she’s read such interesting books or likes such interesting tea, and you never ever shut up.”

Zhongli’s eyes had gone wider than you’d ever seen them go, and you could feel the blush you’d only just calmed beginning to come back in full force.

You said something incredibly intelligent like; “er— huh?”

Zhongli cleared his throat, and you didn’t know if it was the light, but it almost looked like his cheeks had taken a darker tint. “Yes, well, I— I enjoy her company.”

“Oh, blah, blah, blah, I enjoy the company of the spirit in my house,” Hu Tao exclaimed, deepening her voice for the next part, “but I don’t want to take her on ‘a moonlit walk so she can see the stars reflected on the waters of the harbor.’ That is a direct quote, by the way, (Y/N), he said that to me just the other day.”

“Director, I did not phrase it like that,” Zhongli protested, rather weakly.

You felt like you were going to pass out, and Zhongli was definitely blushing now, though he was hiding his face in his hands. Hu Tao had what could only be described as a shit-eating grin on her face.

“I tried to make this easy for you,” Hu Tao said, “but you’re so dense, Rex Lapis help you, that I had to do something.”

“Wait,” you said, “back up. All this— you were playing matchmaker?”

Hu Tao nodded. “Yes, I thought I made that clear earlier.”

You sighed. “You did, but I didn’t think you were also being his wingwoman.”

“To be frank,” Zhongli said, “I was not aware she was being, er— my wingwoman.”

“Yeah, well,” you sighed, “she’s not at all subtle.”

Zhongli turned to you. “However, what she says does imply that you harbor feelings for me.”

You swallowed your pride. “Yes. I’ve had them for a while now, I—”

“Okay,” Zhongli said, “let’s have dinner tonight.”

“And I— Wait what?” You felt the gears in your head stall for a moment or two.

Zhongli smiled. “Did I not speak loudly enough? I wish to take you to a meal. And maybe, if you’re up to it, that stroll by the harbor at night. The stars reflected on the water really are quite remarkable.”

Hu Tao looked very pleased with herself. “Not so bad a matchmaker after all, am I?”

You ignored her, but she didn’t seem to mind.

“Yeah,” you said, a grin appearing on your face, “yeah, I’d like that.”

Hu Tao applauded. “Ming owes me 2,000 Mora.”

And with that, she turn on her heel, humming a tune, and she disappeared into her office. You and Zhongli stood facing each other for a few more seconds before you let out an awkward chuckle.

“Well,” you said, “I’ll get you some tea. And is it okay if I run home to change before we go out?”

Zhongli nodded. “If you deem it necessary, of course it’s alright. Though you do look perfectly lovely in what you are wearing at present.”

Your cheeks warmed again. Zhongli always had such a way with words, you’d be a blushing mess by the end of the date. But really, you were fine with that.

Before you went to go make tea, you leaned up on your tiptoes to press a chaste kiss to Zhongli’s cheek, catching him off guard, and before he could react, you scurried off, grinning like a schoolgirl with a crush.

You couldn’t wait for that night.

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mysoftboybensolo · 2 years

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Love Looks Not With the Eyes

A/N: I started writing this one day when I got pretty angsty and had also wanted to write something with Niki for a little while. This is an AU where he doesn’t meet Marlene and also, I corrected what was supposed to be the proper translation of the courthouse wedding scene. Link to the scene in question here (x). No use of Y/N here.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35125366

Pairing: Niki Lauda x Fem Curvy/Plus Size Reader!

Summary: What if Niki fell for someone after his accident but felt unworthy because of the scarring, and the reader feels she is unworthy of Niki because of her weight?

Warnings: Description of burns, childhood bullying/fat shaming, implied age gap (but doesn’t have to be if you don’t want it), smut.

He barely remembered much from the crash, just that it happened. He blacked out, the smell of burnt skin and rubber filled his nostrils, voices of people, everything too hot. Lying on the hospital bed, he was fighting for his life, though, what kind of life, Niki couldn’t say. There wasn’t anyone waiting for him when he finally got home, just a crew that were loyal to him, fans, but no one special. Niki was not the most sentimental of men, but when he felt something strongly, he went all in for it.

Chances of finding said special one had gone down to lower than zero percent. He didn’t care what he looked like, people had always made fun of him for his looks, pointing out his overbite, calling him a rat. But it didn’t bother him then, at least he looked like a normal human being. Now, he had a face that frightened people, made them not be able to stare for very long. That was what hurt.

It was a jarring sight, all his hair gone along with his eyebrows and replaced with red veiny burns, his ears were misshapen, and in the beginning, there was still skin that were dark and burnt, reminding Niki of a burnt marshmallow. Everyone who had come across him had stopped in their tracks when they saw him, their faces disbelieving, horrified. He knew it was bad when Hunt himself even looked at him with shock, horror, and despair, and bitterly Niki blamed him for allowing the room to be swayed which led to the accident, but he knew that Hunt was also the reason Niki got up and fought. And fought he did. He would show everyone that despite this accident, despite how he looked, he could still be Niki Fucking Lauda, the best Formula 1 driver there ever was.

But even he knew he couldn’t always drive, so he started to become interested in the business of private jets, and when he wasn’t driving, he was beginning to work on his own business, but he’d need some help with the venture.

You were new to this, new to working with the big shots and you couldn’t believe your luck. At last, something to make the parents proud. That was harsh, you knew that your parents were proud of you always, but your deeply rooted insecurities made you think otherwise. You were the good kid, the quiet kid who was more than content with a good book. This also meant you were the easy target kid, the kid who bullies loved to torment endlessly. It wasn’t just that you were quiet, it also because of your figure. You were never skinny, you knew this, and in your childhood years, it never bothered you, people used to say how adorable you were that you still had your baby fat and Granny always said that you were the best cuddle bug she ever had because of it. But, once puberty started, you noticed that your baby fat didn’t melt away into a womanlier shape like most of the girls in your school did. You were still baby faced, round, unshapely you and that was when it all began.

You sometimes wondered if your insecurities were what prevented you from having a boyfriend, or maybe what everyone said was true, that you were too fat and too ugly for anyone to love. You tried diets, you tried exercise, but nothing seemed right for you, nothing seemed to be working the way you wanted, and you were just left with trying to accept this figure you had. Making the best of it was the only way to move on, finding styles to accentuate the better parts of you, finding the confidence to feel proud of yourself. But as the seventies came, the style changed and it suited the skinny, small breasted women best, leaving you to feel out of fashioned and out of luck.

Luckily, your talents and hardworking nature allowed you to shine, and move on up from a non-paying intern to secretary to one of the biggest F1 drivers out there, fresh from his return from the hospital. You knew what happened, everyone did, and you felt nothing but empathy for this man, knowing how he must feel that his life has completely changed. You met with one of Niki’s team members, who was very nice and help show you around, even gave you a heads up on how Niki’s behavior might be. You heard that he can be a bit demanding, harsh even, but his crew was loyal, and he did know what he was doing.

When Niki walked into the room, you felt a surge of nerves. Not because of his face, but because now it suddenly felt so real, that you were here, secretary to the Niki Lauda. Putting on your brave face, you waited until Niki went up to you and introduced himself. “So, you’re the new secretary? I am expecting a lot and it won't be easy. Still want the job?" You nod and he shrugs his shoulders and said, "Welcome to the crew.”

“Thank you, sir,” you say, smiling, offering your hand. He stared at it for a moment, as if surprised, then took it, giving it a firm but quick shake before he went off. Did you do something wrong, were you not allowed to shake hands with him? He didn’t seem upset by the gesture, but still, it was odd.

Niki sat in his office, feeling a bit out of sorts. It had been a long time since he had been in the presence of a woman, and none have since the accident been comfortable in his presence and sought his touch. It made Niki realize, how much he missed having the touch of another. He sighed, shrugging it off. At least she didn’t look terrified.

In the following months, you found that most of what you heard of Niki was true; he was blunt, hardworking, demanded perfection in his work, and was brilliant. You had been helping him pick up his business of private jets, and you couldn’t help but to admire the way he went about these things, how much he knew of not only the business but the technological part of it. But there you also saw a side of him that most people didn't see, which was someone who cared deeply, was good to his crew, and was even a little awkward in an endearing way, like a shy teenager trying to talk to a girl he likes. It wasn’t hard to admire the man, even grow a crush on him, but you had to remind yourself, he is your boss, and you are, well, you. It could never happen. What you didn’t know, was that Niki was feeling the same about you.

Niki found you to be a comfort to him. You took his moods steadily, but somehow managed to win him over, killing him with kindness in a way, and he felt there was no one he could trust more than you. Unlike what his first impression of an unexperienced secretary, you were smart, observant and did incredibly well with people, a skill he still struggled with. He was amazed how often you were able to stand to see him like this, how you sat and watched him tend to the burns while he rambled off something about a meeting or investment and not look at all disgusted or horrified. Maybe it was because he was lonely, maybe because of how much time he spent with you, but he felt certain that he was falling for you. What a tragedy that would be. Here you were, young, beautiful, full of promise and a life ahead, and he was just old, ugly Niki, the guy that no one liked.

It killed him to see guys at the office flirt with you, even Hunt did at one point, and while it did please him to see you politely put him in his place, Niki knew that if not Hunt, someone else will eventually win you over and he’ll have to stand by and watch you love another. It was his own fault really, for daring to believe it could be possible, but he knew, every time he caught his reflection, there was no chance of anyone loving and wanting him in return.

It all came out one day during an interview, when some prick of a reporter had the gall to ask how Niki’s love life was going. “You’ve been doing great on the track but heard you haven’t had much luck in your romantic life.”

“I wasn’t aware that you were interested in what goes on in the bedroom,” Niki quipped, making a few reporters chuckle.

“I mean it. Do you honestly think you’ll find anyone willing to be with you now after the crash?”

The words stung you and you stared at Niki, now knowing his micro expressions well enough to understand he was not only angry but deeply hurt by those words. How you wanted to shout out to all those reporters that it was possible, because you loved him, with or without the burns. But Niki spoke first in his usual blunt and short manner, telling the man to fuck off and that this interview is over.

You followed Niki close by, all the way to his hotel room, where no one had been allowed in except you. Once you had closed and locked the door, you turned and saw Niki pacing around, rubbing his mouth, a tick when he was emotionally uncomfortable. “Assholes,” he murmured in Austrian, and a few other choice words that you learned through Niki’s constant use of the language.

“Don’t listen to those jerks,” you say, understand what he feels, “They just do it to get a rise out of you.”

“Well, then I guess they did a fucking good job of it!” Niki spoke with agitation, “Is that all anyone will see? This face? Does nothing else I do matter? Why can’t they let me forget my own face, even for five minutes? Why can’t I?”

Your heart went out to him because you knew how that felt as well. Trying your best to help, you shared, “Did you know that when I was in school, I was the top of my class for six years straight, that I got to be valedictorian for both high school and college? But all that anyone saw was this,” you gestured to your figure, “This blob of a body, at least that was what everyone called me. ‘Careful, the Blob is heading your way, let’s pinch and poke her to see if she’s fat enough for the spit, pull at her clothes to see what size she really wears’,” you recall in painful memory, not noticing the pained look on Niki’s face to hear what you suffered. “No one saw me, saw what I did. But to those who matter most, they’ll see you as you are, what you are capable of. I see you.”

You don’t look him in the eyes when you say this, feeling as if you gave away more than you wanted, but you did not see how Niki looked you, the same way he had been looking at you these past months. “I um,” he cleared his throat, trying to find the best way to express his feelings, “I am sorry about your past. You deserved so much better; you deserve much better now. Someone that can see you as the brilliant, kind and beautiful woman you are.”

You shake your head and blow a raspberry in amusement. “Beautiful? Sorry, you got the wrong gal.”

“No, I haven’t. You are beautiful, everyone knows that. I am surprised you don’t know.”

You can't allow yourself to be flattered, or else you fall for him even harder. “Mr. Lauda, you don’t have to be kind, I didn’t share because I wanted compliments. I said it to let you know I understand what you are feeling, that you are someone who deserves someone who will truly appreciate you for you, and who will never make you feel undeserving. And if I was your girl, there would be no way I’d ever let you feel that way ever again.”

Blush came to your cheeks as you realized what you had just said, what you just gave away, and you couldn’t bear to look at his reaction. If you had, you would have seen him look at you with hope, uncertainty, and love. He steps up to you, placing a tentative hand on your shoulder, and makes you look back at him, looking you in your eyes, which were filled with tears.

“Maus, why are you crying?”

“Because” you sigh, you might as well get it out, “I love you. I know it’s unprofessional, and I know that you could never see me that way but-” You’re cut off by him placing a quick but firm kiss to your lips, making you stunned for a moment. “Mr. Lauda?”

“I-I’m sorry, but I had to stop you. You were wrong, because I do see you that way, for the longest time I have. I just never thought you would because how ugly I am.”

“You’re not! I mean, the burns are bad, but I still think you are a very attractive man.”

He looks at you surprised and disbelieving. “Really? I wasn’t exactly the handsomest fellow before, a rat, as I recall some said.”

“Ok, so maybe you aren’t a Hunt type of handsome, but not every girl is interested in that kind of guy, with long hair and shirt open down to here. Personality and a beautiful pair of eyes go a long way,” you say, admiring how his eyes looked in this light.

This caught him off guard and his eyes glistened before he wiped them. “I don’t think anyone has called me anything but ugly since the accident.”

You cradled his face in your hands, making him look at you. “Well, if you’ll allow me, I’ll be sure to say it to you every day.”

He doesn’t say anything at first, as if trying to find the right words, then admits, “I’ll not be perfect at this, remembering birthdays, flowers and hand holding, but if I am going to do this with anyone, only with you.”

A tear falls down your face and you chuckle, “My goodness, what a poet!”

You see him inch closer, and you accept his kiss, which is gentle and long. You feel him wrap his arms around your waist and pull you close, and he moans, making your heart race. Niki was your first kiss and was he pulled you closer to the bed, you knew that he’d also be the first you’d sleep with. It scared you, thinking that he’ll be turned off by your figure, once he sees that it isn’t all attractive curves, but belly rolls, wide thighs, and stretch marks. But you don’t have it in you to stop him, not when he kisses you like he needs you to survive, when his hands run over you like an artwork to admire.

It had been a long while since Niki had went to bed with anyone, and it became more pitiful than enjoyable when he’d get himself off in the privacy of his room, that he just didn’t have the urge for it, but to have you here beneath him, the feeling of your soft warmth, your perfume engulfing him and your moans and sighs in his ear, he can’t imagine not wanting you. He is careful to remove your clothing, not only because you told him he’d be your first, but because he wanted to give you time to stop and say no, to say you don’t want to sleep with a disfigured man.

He sees the stretch marks, he sees the belly rolls and the thick thighs, but he refuses for you to see it as something ugly, something to wish away. He buries himself between those thighs to lick and kiss at your core, his hands rubbing up and down your limbs, and when he is done, he kisses up your belly, kissing every stretch mark as his hands run across the curves and speaks about how you are a goddess, an angel, perfection itself. “Just like Aphrodite herself, soft and round, perfect. Love itself.”

You cry, no one had ever said beautiful things like this to you before, and you want to believe them, and in that moment, you do, you truly do. You are careful to undress Niki, the burns still are sensitive and the last thing you ever want to do is hurt him, but you see him falter when you remove his shirt. The burns primarily were located on his face, but there were some bad burns on his shoulders and upper back, and you reach up to place tender kisses to those areas, letting him know that it doesn’t bother you and that it will never bother you.

When you make love, it feels as if there is no way to tell where you ended and where Niki began, as if you were meant to fit together, belong together and you both felt, for the first time in a long while, honest to goodness beautiful and loved.

The press had a field day when you both stepped out for the first time as a couple; people wanting to know why someone like you be interested in a disfigured Niki, and then there were the others who, due to jealously, thought that Niki deserved someone “prettier” than you, aka skinnier. It wasn’t always easy, you both had your insecurities, and it could bring you both low sometimes, though when the moment came, you both were able to help each other up to the point where it was easier to accept each day. Niki always had a more “no fucks given” attitude with anything he did, and he had been used to people calling him ugly, but it would sting when he thought how you deserved someone better.

“Niki,” you told him one day, “There has never been a man who has ever made me feel as happy or as beautiful as you have made me feel. There couldn’t be a better man than you, so don’t go on thinking that there is. I'd rather be with you who makes me feel beautiful than someone Like Hunt who'd probably make me feel totally unworthy of him just by standing next to him. Be kinder to yourself, please. You deserve to be loved deeply.”

You continued to be Niki’s secretary, his right hand in his business ventures and there was a growing feeling of confidence that the job offered but you never forgot how you looked, mostly because the press didn’t. Some were kind, even praiseworthy of how you seemed to own your body, but most, they shamed you for not looking like the typical form of the modern woman, and those days hit you the worse. It felt like school again, people overlooking your accomplishments for how you looked. During your tour in America, Niki made sure you two went to the museum in Chicago, saying he wanted to show you something important.

You couldn’t imagine what it was until he stopped you both before a statue of a woman kneeling, her body rolls on full display. “Alright,” you say, confused, “What is this?”

“Do you know who this is, Maus?” You shake your head, the face on the statue was a little worn and it didn’t look like anyone you knew. “This is a statue of Aphrodite, goddess of Love. See her body? Whose does her body remind you of?”

You feel yourself fighting back tears as you admit, “Me.”

“That is why you look like this,” he says firmly but full of love, “Because you were built for love.”

Built for love. Indeed you were, you both were built for love, for no one but each other.

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