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princessbunnib · 1 year

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Tactical Princess

König |Cod/Mw2|

Summary: One thing leads to another and you find yourself sandwiched inbetween your boyfriend and your new boy toy.

Pairing: König & Simon 'GHOST' Riley X Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Smut MDNI, Dom König & Simon, Sub To Brat To Sub Reader, Heavy Degrading, Minimal Praising, Simon Being Heavily British, Google Translated German Speach From König, Face Slapping, Thigh Slapping, Ass Slapping, Tossing/Pushing Reader Around, Vaginal Sex, Choking, Sadistic König, Multiple CreamPies, Size Difference, Size Kink, Consensual, MM4F, Fingering, Squirting, Oral |M| Receiving, Facial, Come In Mouth, Manhandling, Established Relationship, Vaginal CreamPie, Double Penetration, Penetration Encouragement, Sex In Livingroom, Sex On Couch, Sex In Bedroom, Sex Standing Up, Spooning Sex Position, Cuddling Ending, Poly Ending?.

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OMG I snapped on this ngl. PT2?

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Part Two:

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König had company over while you laid in bed upstairs buried in blankets enjoying your day off. The lights were off with only the TV shining through the room.

You heard faint laughing and talking coming from the livingroom making you turn the TV volume up in annoyance. It's been like three hours already. Almost going into four o'clock. And what the hell was so funny that called for them to be so loud. There's no way the guys are still here. Knowing König, his social battery should be drained by now.

You then felt your stomach rumbling, telling your brain that you were hungry. You pulled yourself out of bed and fixed your shorts, looking around the room for your shirt to put it back on since you found laying in bed half naked very comfortable.

Once you found your shirt you tossed it back on but glanced at your chest to see your nipples were hard. It's cold in the house, König doesn't like being hot. He says it makes him irritable. He also can't get himself to sit still for a long time to prevent himself from getting hit quicker. So because of that, you're cold literally all the time.

You rolled your eyes not thinking too much about it and walked downstairs. This will be quick. You can sneak into the kitchen, grab a snack, and be back upstairs watching your favorite show. Easy.

König was on the couch sitting next to someone. He glanced over his shoulder and at you, his eyes lighting up like a puppy seeing their owner after a long day of being home alone.

"Hey! Y/n, can you come here for a second?" He asked with a hidden smirk. You shrugged and walked over to him, standing next to him and glancing at the person he sat with.

There was tension in the room for some reason. You couldn't tell what type though. Your arms were crossed so you could hide the fact that your nipples were hard. König always makes it his buisness to point that out to you, thus embaressing you because he thinks it's funny.

"Ghost? What are you doing here? And are you two out of all people having a conversation? I could have sworn it was more people here." You asked as König held your hand trying to pull you closer to him.

He's so touchy right now. Why is that? Usually he refrains from physical contact when other people are around.

"There was, Alejandro and Soap had to get going..." Ghost simply explained. You could feel his eyes tracing every part of your body. You were so sexy. He smirked behind the mask clearly taking interest in what he saw.

König pulled you by the hips while you were staring at Ghost, focusing on how attractive his accent and voice was. You came back to reality once Konig sat you down in the middle of them. The two men staring down at you like a piece of meat.

They were both so big together. You felt so small compared to them. Fuck, keep it together. Don't ruin this with your lewd thoughts.

You tried to not look at Ghost but couldn't resist the urge. Your eyes would meet with his which made him place his strong hand on your inner thigh.

"Turns out König and I have a mutual interest in something, isn't that right?" He asked glancing at your boyfriend who was grabbing your hand to hold it and bring it up to his face, placing small kisses on it.

"Yeah... do you want to know what it is Y/n?" König responded before looking down at your breasts. You tried covering yourself with your free right arm but Ghost grabbed you before you could. The two men stared at your chest seeing how hard your nipples were.

They then began to kiss both sides of your neck in unison, their hands lifting to slide under your shirt. Konig squeezing your right breast and Ghost squeezing your left.

You were freaking out on the inside but decided to keep your cool and go along with this. "What is it?" You asked glancing at them both.

"König told me that you wanted a threesome... that's why he invited me over today with the others..."

Ghost spoke in a cocky tone in your ear. Making shivers throughout your spine. You bit down on your lip and took your arms from them. This was all too much for you to handle at once. You knew you had to step away. You were too nervous around them. König was acting so different.

You tried to get up, but they pulled you by your wrists and brought you back down to sit inbetween them. "We'll do anything to fuck you Y/n... this is something you've wanted, so why not let it happen?" König questioned while bitting into your neck.

"But König... you're my boyfriend- I don't want you to think less of me or-"

He chuckled at your doubts and held your face. Dragging his thumb on your lip to keep the tension going. "Don't worry... there's nothing you could do to make me not love you... if you want to fuck someone else that's fine... but-" He then put his hand around your throat and squeezed tightly. "Don't think you'll be able to get what you want so easily... you're mine, remember that."

Ghost chuckled and turned your face so you could look at him. "Yeah... but tonight you're going to have to share aren't you? So in that case, she's ours." He stated just to mess with König a little.

You really loved the sound of that. 'Ours.' You would like that, a little too much than you'd like to admit. König felt a little jealous, watching you stare intently at Ghost rather than at him. Ghost's hand kept feeling up your thighs. You enjoyed being touched by him. How dare you.

Your breath hitched once König pulled you onto his lap. Being more possesive over you to have your attention. You broke eye contact with Ghost and looked at him.

You could feel König's bulge under you, so what other idea would you have that wasnt to grind your hips back and forth to further turn yourself on. König chuckled and slid his hands under your shorts. To his surprise you werent wearing any underwear.

He felt so good under you. The thought of his cock stretching you out felt like heaven itself. With your eyes glued on him while you grinded on his lap, Ghost took the opportunity to stand behind you and pull your hair, forcing your eyes on him.

"Don't forget about me now... seems like König's getting a bit jealous..." He smirked holding your face with both hands.

You bit down on your lip and stopped moving your hips. The eye contact Ghost had with you was intoxicating. His eyes were dark and sad. You could fall in love with him right then and there. His eyes are so pretty.

König then held you onto his lap and began to move his hips forward. You felt him pressing on your clothed clit, making you break eye contact with Ghost.

"You want to make this a competition? Fine by me... I already know what it takes to make her come. I clearly have the upper hand here." He said while glaring at Ghost.

"Let's see who's name she'll be moaning more loudly then..." He responded before staring down at you.

Ghost moved out of the way allowing König to forcfully pull you off the couch like you were some doll to a toddler. He kept you still as the two of them got closer to you, they both towered over you. Making you like this situation perhaps a bit more than they did.

"Don't just stand there, take your shirt off... we want to see you." König demanded pushing you into Ghost's direction.

He held your hips, groaning into your ear. You then slowly took off your shirt. Tossing it somewhere in the room and attempting to cover yourself out of embaressment.

"Oh look, she wants to pretend like she's embarrassed... how cute." He teasingly spike and pulled your arms down, keeping them at your sides.

"Ghost, what do you think of her? She's cute isn't she?" König questioned. Blaintently ignoring your attempts to get his hands off of you. "Well- of course, she is quite the looker... but I'm not really fully sold on the idea, she seems to have an issue with listening." Ghost shrugged slapping your ass watching you jump in pain, your exposed chest bouncing up.

"Yeah- she can be a bit stubborn... she likes to act as if she doesn't enjoy this but I know she does..." He said before squeezing your breast and pinching your nipples.

"Ah~ K-König..." You whimpered.

"Take her shorts off..." König said. You looked down at Ghost as he crouched down to pull at your spandex shorts. You closed your legs together feeling your body drop in temperature. It's so damn cold in here.

König sat back down with you in his arms, Ghost sat down on the opposite side of you. They both moved their hips forward to manspread, bringing attention to their equally big bulges.

"Go fix the temperature since you want to act like it's so cold... we'll wait." He shrugged letting you go and pushing you along.

He slapped your ass and watched you wince in pain, when you walked by Ghost he to slapped your ass getting the same reaction from you.

They both watched you as you walked over to the thermostat to turn it higher. You turned around still standing there, holding yourself.

You were so nervous. Their eyes didn't leave you not once. You felt like prey to a pack of lions. They both pated their laps. Encouraging you to come back over to them.

"Alright now I'm completely sold... I'm a bit upset that you kept her a secret for so long, she's fucking gorgeous." Ghost said begining to palm himself through his jeans. The thick material made it impossible for him to touch anything, he unbuckled his belt. Catching your attention.

You looked at him and began to walk over to him. König snapped his fingers for you to look at him.

"Nope, not yet. I said I wasn't going to make this easy for you. You're getting too greedy." He said shooing you far from them.

You whimpered and still kept your eyes on what Ghost was hiding in his pants. You heard König pull his erecton out but you already knew how he looked and felt.

Ghost and Konig were definitely around the same size. I mean how could they not? They're both over six feet tall. Although König's was longer by atleast two inches which gave him the advantage of penetrating you deeper.

On the other hand, having to take Ghost in would be a challenge for sure. He's way thicker, and the veins scattered about his shaft were something you looked forward to. He was cut while König wasn't. Both had an equal amount of pubic hair, but Ghost's bush was less groomed.

"Look at her... she's imagining our cocks inside of her isn't she, such a fucking slag she is..." Ghost said, bringing you out of your inner thoughts just by the tone of his voice alone.

You looked at them and felt your face rising in temperature. God why won't one of them tell you what to do already? You were loosing it.

"Come here... don't fucking touch us though, just sit there and wait for further instruction." He demanded curling his fingers in your direction.

You stepped forward only for Ghost to snap his fingers and click his tongue. "On your knees and crawl to us... you won't be needing to walk for a while." He said.

That's more like it. You tried to hide your smile as you got down on your knees. You then kneeled on all fours and crawled over to them like he asked. Once you approached the couch, you sat inbewteen them.

"Spread your legs you fucking whore." König said while pinning your upper body to the couch. You spread your legs watching Ghost bring his attention to your exposed lower half.

"Wow, such a cute little clit you have there... I can just tell how wet she is by looking at her..." He said before slapping your clit and rubbing it.

You bucked your hips with a moan. You lifted your hands to touch him but König grabbed your wrists before you could even reach Ghost.

"Ich bin es langsam leid, dich dazu zu bringen, die Regeln zu befolgen...“ He aggressively spoke to you in his native tongue while slapping your face to make you whimper.

("I'm getting really tired of making you follow the rules...")

"I'm sorry~ I'm just a needy slut..." You said with a innocent tone.

"Shut the fuck up... you don't get to talk to me or him from this point forward..." He said slapping your face again. You pouted and began to move in place. You stopped once Ghost slapped your thighs.

You looked down at him watching him lift your hips up and rub your clit faster. You moaned clenching your walls around nothing.

Ghost chuckled and swiped his thumb upwards through your lips to apply pressure to your clit after teasing you for so long. You squirmed letting out a moan feeling Ghost's fingers slide inside you, deep until reaching his knuckles. He curled his fingers inside you and watched your body jolt as you melted into his touch.

"She's so wet... just hear that... what a fucking whore..."

Your hips bucked again making Ghost slap your thighs once more. "She doesn't fucking listen... clearly she doesn't deserve to have her cunt played with..." He sighed shaking his head and took his hands away from you.

You whimpered looking at him then at König. He wasn't looking at you. If anything he was ignoring you, they both were.

"The only we can do to whip her back into shape is if we use her... get her so worked up that she's on her knees begging like a fucking slut to fuck our cocks... her whoreish face covered in come." König stated before yanking you off of Ghost and pushing you to the floor.

"Wait... I'll be good... I'm sorry... König please." You whimpered hoping he'd take pitty on you.

The pair rolled their eyes at you and stood up. König grabbed you by your hair and threw you onto the couch again. Ghost grabbing your ankles and tossing you over onto your back.

You spread your legs again slightly proud that it was that easy. You looked at them, König still on your left side and Ghost on your right.

They both collected your juices on their fingers and rubbed your pussy. Ghost rubbing your clit and König rubbing your entrance. You closed your eyes and sighed heavily in pleasure. Trying to figure out which hand to focus on.

Ghost used his middle and ring fingers to rub the bundle of nerves and apply pressure. König slid his index and middle fingers inside you to curl them inside you. You moaned clenching around him and started to play with your breasts.

Your eyes were still closed until you heard deep groans and moans. Once your eyes opened you could feel your pupils dilating, along with dopamine releasing in your brain.

The two of them were stroking themselves while staring at you, their fingers hard at work to give you something to moan about. Your mouth opened in shock. Fuck. This was something you didn't know you needed. You didn't know which one to look at.

König? His cock head turning a bright red while all the blood rushed to his tip. A pretty stream of pre-cum dripping onto the floor while his pretty foreskin covered half of his tip when he'd ride his hand upwards, then fully open when he'd slide his hand back down.

And Ghost? Shit. He thrusted his hips into his hand as he stared into your eyes. You could tell that he was imagining fucking you right before your eyes. He groaned deeply and smirked as you kept eye contact with him. His fingers slowing down so he could slap your clit, then picking up speed again to make you moan louder.

He'd stop moving his hips and begin to make his hand do all the work, rubbing his tip into his warm palm and squeeze himself to apply pressure. Sending a tingling feeling in his balls, releasing his hand before feeling a sharp pain.

You whimpered feeling König's fingers penetrate you deeper to get your attention back onto him. You looked at him and clenched tightly for longer than usual, he smirked at you whole stroking himself faster and thrusting his fingers in at the same pace as his hand to make it seem like he was inside you.

When he'd curl his fingers upwards, he'd start stroking himself upwards. He'd pull his fingers out of you and stop stroking himself. Staring down at his cock to watch it twitch and jump on it's own.

He breathily moaned and took himself in his hand again, sliding in a finger and pushing upwards deeply to find the spot behind your urethra.

You whimpered throwing your head back letting yourself come undone and moan louder. They watched your legs shake and lock in place before you stretched them out again. König nodded to you and hummed 'Mhm' to tell you that he knew how good you were feeling.

You whined and bent your legs at the knees again and pulled on the couch cushion. Your body felt hot all over. Ghost slapped your clit again and rubbed more consistently, collecting your juices on his fingers before doing so.

"Ahhh~ ahhh- ohhhh~ Ggh-K-k-ko-gh..."

You were sexualy and mentally confused. Who's name do you moan? You couldn't think straight. Your body enjoyed the feeling of their hands, your mind enjoyed the sight of two men getting off to the sight of you.

You held your breath for a second stopping all sounds from coming out. Their groans and wet noises that came from your vagina was all that could be heard. Your back arched as you finaly let yourself breath again. You whimpered loudly while your legs started to shake again. Their fingers continuing what they were doing but in a faster pace.

König moaned and slapped your entrance before sliding his middle finger inside you and curling it again. His middle finger was his longest one, you moaned covering your face and let your vaginal muscles relax around him. He hummed once more, encouraging you to release however you wanted to.

"Yes yes yes yeeess~ Kghhoöstnniigg~" You moaned at the top of your lungs allowing yourself to squirt. You didn't have a clear name in mind to moan so you put both of theirs together. They groaned and slapped your clit and entrance at the same time. You whimpered biting onto your knuckle and bucked your hips onto ther hands.

They stoped touching themselves and payed attention to you. König grabbing your face and keeping your eyes on them. Ghost forcing your jaw open to slide his thumb inside to get you to suck it.

"Yeah... make a fucking mess you pathetic little bitch... now our fucking couch needs to be cleaned because of you..."

"You're such a whore... moaning at the top of your lungs like that while getting off to our hands..."

"Hmmpmmm!" You tried speaking but forgot that Ghost's thumb was in your mouth.

Once your legs stopped shaking they took their hands away from you and sat down on opposite sides of the couch. You were breathing heavily trying to gain composure until they groaned loudly, pushing you off of the couch again and grabbing your hair for your face to be in their laps.

"Alright- fuck... you've had your fun. Now get to sucking." König demanded of you while putting his cock in your face. You looked down at it, seeing pre-cum still dripping from it. You held the base of him gently and was about to put him in your mouth until Ghost pulled your hair aswel for you to give him attention first.

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König and Ghost sat on the couch with you on your knees in front of them. They looked down at you with their hips pushed forward and sitting in a manspreading form. You could see their equally heafty erections just fighting to be seen in your eyes first.

You licked your bottom lip not knowing what your next move should be.

You wanted them to defile you in any way possible. These two large men throwing you to eachother to allow the other man have a go at you. Their equally fat cocks stuffing, fucking and pumping deep inside your tight holes. Stretching you out and practically making you a new one.

You couldn't resist the desire to be their cock sleeve tonight. Their eyes stared down at you, you could see the animalistic gleam in them. Right now they weren't seeing you as anything but a new toy. You wanted to be used and abused. Your holes aching for more of their come.

König then snapped his fingers to get your attention. You looked at him then at Ghost. He snaped his fingers again. Demanding that you'd stare at him and only him.

"She doesn't know which one to look at first... guess she doesn't feel like using that brain of hers... clearly she should be looking at me..." He stated as you crawled towards him. Seating yourself inbetween his legs.

"She's so pretty down there... but I hope she's not forgetting that she has another cock to drain..."

You looked at Ghost while rubbing König through his sweats with your left hand. Your right hand doing the same for him. He let a groan slip out caressing your face, finally acknowledging you but not completely.

"It's cute that she's trying to be a tease but I personally think she should get on with it." Ghost said nonchalantly while ignoring you.

"Yeah right? These cocks aren't going to drain themselves... I kindof feel like my time is wasted, what about you?" König said.

"Affirmative..."

Well. They're right, you don't want to disappoint after all. You swallowed the lump in your throat and finally held their cocks in your hands. You hummed in pleasure looking up at them and started off with König, you were clearly more familiar with him.

You stuck your tongue out and took his tip in your mouth, using your hand on Ghost. The two men groaned in unison while throwing their heads back. You moaned to get yourself to be confident enough to give them your best preformence.

Ghost could tell you were taking your sweet time to not suck him off next. He then grabbed your head and turned you in his direction, slapping his tip on your lips then proceeding to pry them open.

"There's no space to be scared now... you agreed to this so fucking deliver." He demanded while placing both of his hands on the back of your head.

"But you're really thi- mghhhmmm!"

You panicked feeling him force himself into your throat. Your eyes began to water and push tears out onto your cheeks. You looked up at him, trying to push his hands away but couldn't.

"Look at her acting like she can't take it... she likes it rough... the more tears the better..." König explained while grabbing your left hand and wrapping it around his cock, now using it like a fleshlight. Holding his hands around it to keep your hold tight.

"Fuck... how dose she feel?" He moaned.

"Aghh... absolutely perfect... a bit teethy though... but nothing a bit of breaking in can't fix." Ghost responded while moving your head up and down like you were bobbing for apples at a fair.

"Hmm! Mhfggh!"

You needed air but they couldn't hear you. Ghost moved your head faster and groaned holding you down forcing himself to touch your uvula. Shaking your head to make you gag. He enjoyed the sounds of you trying to speak or atleast catch your breath.

"Mhmm... fuck... take that fucking cock... you pathetic little slag."

He pushed his cock into your cheek getting off from the slippery texture on the inside of your mouth. You were able to breath slightly as you looked up at him batting your eyelashes and placing your hands on the floor for support.

"You've had enough- don't enjoy it too much... now suck mine, you fucking bitch." König groaned at the loss of contact and pulled your hair for you to look up at him.

You smiled and stuck your tongue out. Gladly taking half of his long shaft in and lapping your tongue up on the underside of his tip. You let him go with a pop and giggled before putting on an airheaded smile. Then proceeding to make sloppy wet kisses for your right side of his shaft and breathed on it to make it stand taller.

Ghost grunted caressing your face and stoking himself while staring at you. You looked up at both of them with your eyes big. Tapping König's tip on your tongue and sucking it briefly while collecting more saliva.

"Fuck... she sucks cock like it's a sport... don't just play with it now, suck it like it's your job..." Ghost said forcing your head down deeper. You moaned while opening your throat so König's cock could reach deeper inside.

"Haaafgghmmmuaahh~♡"

You lifted your head up to breath for a second while König stared down at you. You bit your lip and licked the acces saliva that fell. "You guys are so big..." You seductively spoke while taking Ghost's base in your left hand. You brought their tips together on your lips and kissed them both, then pumped your hands together and slid your tongue in the middle of them.

"Christ... she sucks cock like a porn star... take us both in your mouth now..." Ghost demanded forcing your head down slightly.

You tilted your head to the side and sucked them off in a circular motion. Your head moving on it's own as you closed your eyes to focus more. König held your head and thrusted himself into your mouth, tears forming in your eyes as Ghost began to do the same thing.

"Schwanzhungrige Schlampe... du arbeitest für unsere Lasten, nicht wahr?"

("Cock hungry bitch... you're working for our loads aren't you?")

"Mhm~♡ Am I doing good... am I good girl?" You asked with a small whimper as you stoked them off so you could speak.

"Hah~ she wants praise for doing the bare minimum... I dunno if she deserves it..." Ghost slightly moaned while yanking your hair.

"Please... I want to know if I've been good..." You said while pouting your lip and sucking their tips again before showering their cocks in kisses.

They stood up and yanked your arm for you to sit in front of them. They stared down at you with their cocks in hand.

"Shut the fuck up... keep sucking..." Ghost groaned and held your throat tapping his tip on your tongue. König the back of your head while he held your jaw. They both slapped your face with their cocks to encourage you to open your mouth again.

You opened wide while wrapping your hands around them and rested their tips on your slippery tongue, pumping up and down and looking at them.

"Ahhh~ heyoghhh hgo hiignh~♡"

("Ahh~ they're so big~♡")

"Yeah? Of course they are... wow she can barely fit it in her mouth... open wider for us..." König said pulling on your jaw to keep your mouth wide.

Their hands on their hips while they stared down at you. Saying degrading phrases while you whimpered sucking them separately, then sucking their tips together.

Your heavy breath making them twitch and groan together. Ghosts hips began to thrust into your hand while you sucked on König. Your head bobbing back and fourth swallowing the pre-cum that dripped out of him.

Your confidence sky rocketed to an all time high. You've always loved being the center of attention. The fantasy of having more than one man focus on making you feel good drove you crazy.

Ugh, each sound they'd make would all be because of you. Even if they were degrading you, you enjoyed every last minute of it. Because yeah, only whores would enjoy slutting themselves out to more than one man.

You were no longer worried about covering yourself up. The only way you wanted to be covered up is by their balls emptying out onto you like you were a sock they jizzed into.

Ghost then stood behind you and pulled your hair for you to throw your head back. He shoved himself into your mouth again making you take him deep into your throat. Your eyes watered at the amount of force. But you chugged it up and chose to deal with it. Moans muffling on his cock sending vibrations through his body.

"She's taking me in so well... first place goes to Y/n- ughh~ She's a champion at this... fucking whore." He stated while slapping your face gently.

König held onto your throat making you feel tighter for Ghost. His hips thrusting into your hands as you kept them clasped together to hopefully mimic the feeling of him being inside you. He whimpered softly but also joined in slapping your face to still keep himself focused on being dominant towards you.

"That's right... ughh fill that void in your body with cock... that's my perfect slut..."

Mmm~ fuck. You could feel your vagina becoming more wet as you listened to what König said. Being degraded but having 'MY' put in front of any belittling statement turned you on even more.

"She's more than perfect... hngghh~ alright suck him off... she's going to make me come already." Ghost said pulling his hips back and allowing you to give König special attention. You placed your hands on König's thick thighs, closing your eyes to suck your throat around him.

Your tongue swirling in all directions, head turning so he could penetrate your cheek and every crevice his cock could find. You let him go with a pop before licking up his shaft and tracing the sensitive throbbing veins scattered the thick, uncut, and girthy length.

"Hey!- eyes on me..." He demanded snapping his fingers in your face. Your eyes darted open and glanced up at him fulfilling his request.

You could hear Ghost heavily groaning behind you. His hand riding up and down his shaft, thumb pressing on his tip to force pre-cum out of himself. He pulled your hair so you could look at him too. You moaned at the amount of attention feeling your clit tingle making you even more wet on the inside.

Ghost couldn't believe how skilled you were in this department. Just by looking at you he assumed that you didn't know anything about sucking cock. You and König's relationship had been so private and reserved from other people until now. He was shocked when König told him about your little 'crush' on him.

He agreed out of pure lust that he had festering for you that had been within him for a long time. He would have made advances at you but König had already put claim on you first.

"Ahh ahh ahhh~♡ Am I doing a good job? Please tell me I'm doing good..." You asked clenching your thighs together with a submissive whimper. "No, you're doing a bloody horrible job... you poxy slag." Ghost said being sarcastic, his british accent coming out more clear.

You whimpered and turned your head to kiss his tip while staring up at him. Using your hands to jerk König off.

"Awe you love when I call you a slag? You dumb cunt, you don't even know what it means... shut up and take my cock... kissing it isn't going to please anyone..." He said pulling your hair and sliding himself in your mouth once you whimpered in pain. Tears gushing out of your eyes aswel.

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Both of the men held a chunk of your hair and kept your head back for you to look up at them. Their hands working overtime on their shafts for them to cover your face in come in unison. Your tongue sticking out and smile on your face. "Aghhhff~ Pheathh hoge ogghh hyy haath~♡"

(Ahhh~ please come on my face~♡")

They both slapped your face, König slapping your right cheek and Ghost slapping your left. "Mmmyeahhh~ come on... I want you guys to come on my face... I need it... I'm such a whore, I need come on my face to live~ please don't keep me waiting..." You begged spitting on their tips and taking them in your mouth, swirling your tongue in an infinity sign before flicking your tongue in the middle.

"Halt die Klappe, du schwanzgeiler Lump..." König groaned sliding himself further in your mouth to push Ghost out of the way.

("Shut the fuck up you cock hungry come rag...")

"Hggnnmm I'm sorry König~" You moaned rolling your eyes back and intentionally gagging on him.

König held the top of your head while Ghost held your jaw again. Both of them thrusting into your mouth penetrating your esophagus out of unison to cause friction between them. The two then thrusted once more before pulling out of you sloppily and pumping their hands on their shafts staring down at you.

You didn't speak, you instead just sat there waiting for your desert. Their groans made you want to touch yourself, the tingling feeling turned into pressure inside your clit. You were just aching to be touched.

"Nimm jeden – aghh~ letzten Tropfen, du wunderschöner – C-Cock-Wrangler..."

("Take every- aghh~ last drop you beautiful- c-cock wrangler...")

König moaned pushing himself inside your mouth to come inside. You moaned nodding enjoying the feeling of his hot sticky come coat your tonsils. You looked at Ghost while sucking his tip encouraging his finish until he choked on his words and loudly groaned, face scrunchung up at the nose as he covered your face like an artist would paint a canvas.

"Yeahh yeahh~ mhmm I love the taste of your come... it's so fucking good~♡" You moaned about to swallow his load.

"What a fucking whore... she's inatrual at sucking cock... shit, let's fuck her now..." Ghost stated while wiping his forehead free of sweat.

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Ghost had you bent in half while fucking you standing up. His arms scooped under your knees with his hands clasped together behind your neck, forcing you to stare down watching him fuck you. You moaned everytime he thrusted, his cock head meeting with your cervix while your clit throbbed aching for contact. You didn't know what to do with your arms and allowed them to just fwail in the air.

König standing in front of you watching you moan and whimper at the size of another man's cock. He then held your waist and aligned himself with the same hole Ghost occupied. You were wet enough for both of them to take you.

You bit down onto your lip to not cry out as your entrance stretched beyond the size you had been used to all this time. Both of them groaned and pulled your body every other way they could so one of them could have more control over you.

You looked up at König who was groaning while rubbing your clit with his thumb. His free hands played with your breasts, pulling and pinching your nipples.

"König... please look at me... I'm sorry..." You whined assuming he was mad at you.

He rolled his eyes and placed his hand around your throat, still not willing or ready to akwnolage you. "Shut the fuck up." He demanded squeezing your throat tightly before letting go.

All you wanted was for him to look at you and also call you his good girl. He wasn't doing either of those things. The lack of praise and admiration made you upset. When having sex he makes it his mission to spoil you with praise, only degrading you when you'd ask. He loved you too much to call you a bitch or anything in bed without you asking.

"Ahhhh~ mmpleeaasee!" You repeated yourself hoping he'd hear you. You needed him to look at you so fucking bad. You felt embarrassed and ashamed for enjoying yourself.

He didn't do anything except continuing to choke you so you'd shut up. This was his punishment for you. He was cripplingly jealous and possesive over you. How dare you want to fuck someone else while with him? He obviously didn't feel like he wasn't enough for you, if that were the case then he wouldn't even be able to look at Ghost without getting angry.

He wouldn't dare let Ghost get close to you either.

It took every bone in his body for him to not give in and entertain you. Although your begging and whimpering did make him want to stare into your eyes while fucking you.

You sighed seeing your pleading was getting you nowhere and looked up at the ceiling attempting to not think about the overwhelming feeling of needing to cry.

The pleasure felt too good for you to hold yourself together. Not only that, you also couldn't deal with him still ignoring you.

König's cock penetrating upwards due to the lack of space inside you, Ghost penetrating downwards continuously making you feel like you have to use the bathroom.

Konig was causing pressure behind your urethra. Did you have to pee or squirt? You couldn't tell. Your face was burning up with heat, stomach twisting and turning with every thrust.

"Awe is she going to cry? That's so fucking cute... what an attention whore." He groaned slapping your face and mocking your feelings.

Your vagina was beginning to overstimulate too quickly. Your walls rejected their cocks on their own but grew wetter when they'd thrust back inside.

Ghost groaned deeply and thrusted harder, you received degrading words in your ear making you moan louder. "You fucking slut... take our fat cocks- aghh~ all you're good for is to be a personal fleshlight for us..."

"Ughh please! I need more!~ I can feel myself getting close!" You said desperately as König pulled out of you and laid down on the couch, motioning for Ghost to bring you over to him.

König groaned stroking himself with you over him. Your juices were like a lubricant ad he did so. Ghost pulled your hair so you could keep yourself up rather then giving out and letting König hold you.

"Fuck... she's so wet..." He grunted before lifting your hips with one hand and teasing your stretched entenece.

"Shit... I'm coming inside her for sure..." Ghost stated while slapping your ass to hear you whimper. You couldn't say anything. You know if you did it would either be a moan or a cry out for attention. Begging wasn't going to get you anywhere so what's the point.

"You do that and I'll fucking kill you." König said glaring at him. Everything that the two of them has done to you was perfectly fine. But you belonged to him, so he was the only one who could give you a creampie.

"Ha- what? You're afraid that I might get her pregnant aren't you..." Ghost responded with a cocky grin on his face.

"Not really scared. More so certain that this wouldn't happen again if you tried anything like that."

"Oh yeah? Don't try and start something you most certainly can't finish König... I'm only doing this because she wants me just as bad as I want her..."

Ghost then turned your head for you to look at him. Your come drunk eyes met with his. What were they talking about? You couldn't hear them, your mind was too fuzzy for you to care.

Next thing you know Ghost was making out with you while swirling his tongue around yours. He sloppily pulled your bottom lip with his teeth and turned your head to the side for a better angle. You moaned into his mouth and lifted your left hand to caress the back of his neck.

Oh god, and he's a good kisser? Fuck. He was making you so wet... his arm wrapped around your waist pulling your body close to him, König's hands held your hips and squeezed them until his knuckles were white. He was pissed. Watching Ghost make out with you to prove a point made him angry. He then aligned himself up with your entrance and forced you down on him. You broke the kiss with Ghost to whine proudly.

Saliva connected from your mouth to Ghost's. König groaned and pulled you down to him, holding you in his arms and burying his face into your neck.

You softly moaned rolling your eyes back and grinding your hips back and forth so your clit could feel his pubic hair brush against it. Ghost slapped your ass and slid inside the same hole again. König made sure you focused on him by kissing your neck and cheeks while glaring at Ghost.

He groaned and bit into your neck to make a hickey. You whimpered burying your face into his neck, feeling yourself about to come but kept quiet because of how badly you couldn't think.

"Du bist mein gutes Mädchen..." He groaned licking the bruised skin on your neck.

("You're my good girl...")

You lifted your head from his chest and looked at him. Pressing your lips together in disbelief that he said that. "I am? You're not mad at me?" You asked as your voice cracked.

He shook his head and showered your face in kisses. Holding your cheek and dragging his thumb on your warm skin. "Ich liebe dich so sehr..." He softly said to you and planted kisses on your lips.

("I love you so much...")

You felt tears building up in your eyes as that was all you needed to hear for you to be able to come. You whimpered leaning upwards to put your hands on his chest but he kept you down to him because he wasn't finished.

"Du gehörst mir... Du gehörst ganz mir... du bist mein braves Mädchen... Ich liebe dich Y/n... Fuck~" He grunted thrusting harder into you and making you scream his name.

("You belong to me... You're all mine... you're my good girl... I love you Y/n... Fuck~")

"I love you too... fuck me harder... I'm gonna come~ please both of you fuck me harder!" You moaned feeling the knot in your stomach twist and turn just threatening to burst.

They pulled out of you again only for a split moment. König turned you around for you to lay on your back while still on top of him so you could face Ghost for a while. He snaked his arm around your waist keeping you close to him though, his other hand hooked under your right leg so he could rub your clit.

Ghost squeezed and played with your breasts while thrusting upwards into you. Their thrusting would be out of sync at first but in order to get you to moan more consistently they stoped glaring at eachother with daggers in their eyes and made it a goal for you to come first.

König moaned your name along with praises while bouncing you up and down. You held onto the back of his neck with your right hand and pulled Ghost down to you for vivid eye contact. No matter what face he made he made sure to not look away from you.

You whimpered and clenched around them, sucking their cocks inside whenever they pull back to rut into you again. Hearing König praise you in his native language while rubbing your clit, and Ghost staring at you was a dangerous combination.

You couldn't hold your composure anymore. Your whole body was sore and tingling with pleasure. You didn't want this night to end, it's been like heaven itself. You didn't want to leave their embrace ever again.

Ghost grunted and took your hand off of him, he held it in his hand and began to shower it with kisses. You watched him as his eyes rolled back once you clenched around them again.

"You're so fucking beautiful princess... you take us in excellently... you're such a good girl for taking us inside that pretty little cunt sweetheart."

Oh my fucking god. What did be want from you? Did they want you to just scream how much you loved them? You felt the need to say those words conjuring up inside you. Don't say it... don't fucking say it... he doesn't actually mean it... it's just sex talk... don't fucking say it...

"Ahhhh Ghost~♡ K-König~♡ I'm gonna- I- I- ughhh..."

"Let it out for us... be a good girl and let it out... come on... I want you to come on our cocks..." König groaned into your ear slapping your clit and rubbing it while applying more pressure.

"Mhmm... it feels so fucking good doesn't it? We're stretching you out so much... your little pussy can't take it... you're such a good fucking girl for us..."

"Yes yes yes it feels so good~ I can't take it... oh my god!" You helplessly whimpered pressing your hand on Ghost's stomach to slow him down.

"You can take it... I know you can... take us deep inside... you're doing so fucking well for us..."

They thrusted slower and deeper to get you to hopefully squirt or better. König turned your head for you to look at him and held your face now sloppily kissing you and biting onto your lip. You moaned into his mouth sucking his lip with yours and whimpered as Ghost rubbed your clit to keep up the amount of pleasure you were experiencing.

König broke the kiss with you and stared into your eyes aswel. You pressed your lips together as tears rushed down your face. They both payed full attention to you and comforted you by kissing you. Ghost held onto the couch and moaned in your ear, followed by saying your name intentionally making his accent thicker.

Say it... just say it... you know you'll mean everything when you do say it. Say those three words... come on Y/n, say it... it's not just sex talk. You mean so much to them.

"Don't cry baby... you're so close to coming... you got this... don't cry... get yourself sorted... you can do it... I'm so proud of you... good fucking girl..."

Shiiittt~ Ghost stop... why does he keep saying that type of stuff. He fucking knows what he's doing.

"Say it... say you're our good girl... you belong to us from now on... say it... right now." König demanded while slapping your clit.

You cried harder and clenched around them uncontrollably. Closing your eyes for a breif moment until Ghost snapped his fingers to keep your eyes on him. He pressed his forehead onto yours and thrusted upwards into your g-spot. König thrusted into your cervix, lifting your legs up and bending them at your shoulders. Ghost groaned deeply and held your ankles to keep your legs in place.

Fuck. Now they're working together- say it... say it... say it... say it... say-

You whimpered and held your breath now so worked up that you forgotten how to let go. Your face was hot as it ever was. Once you opened your mouth and screamed and threw your head back.

Your orgasm was bigger than you expected it to be. Your legs shook aggressively along with your arms. You spoke in tongue saying anything that came to mind. They still thrusted inside you to work themselves further to orgasm. You bit your lip making it bleed because of how hard you bit.

Your mouth opened wide and there it was. You said it.

"KöniiggGhost!Aahhhhhhh I LOVE YOU! IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyou!!"

You cried loudly uncontrollably clenching yourself around them, keeping yourself tight making it harder for them to thrust.

Their faces scrunched up in mutual pleasure as they let out many moans that were all followed by your name. Ghost rubbed your clit feeling his come shoot inside you, your walls pulling on his shaft further squeezing his loud out. Making him whimper and try to stop himself but couldn't.

König had groaned planting his feet into the floor and using his inpressive lower body strength to fuck his come deep up inside you. You whimpered trying to gain your composure but couldn't. They were still thrusting to make their erections come down. Their cocks slipping and sliding together due to the mess they both made inside you.

You cried out this time with pure desperation as you could feel your vagina reject them desiring to return to normal size again. They both sighed in pleasure finding it wouldn't be a good idea to pull out at the same time. Ghost then slipped out of you with a delicate moan. He slapped your clit many times and rubbed you while watching their come drip out of you.

"Ghossstt~ n-no... I'll- hgnnnggghhh~ s-squuuirt~" Your toes curled as you begged him to stop but he refused to listen to you. You then felt König pull out of you due to his cocks unbeatable amount of sensitivity.

Your legs shook again and there you were squirting on the couch making another mess that they'd have to clean up.

"Mhmm... that pretty little cunt is so sensitive... look at our pretty girl... good job..." König encouraged while making small slaps on your ass as a congratulations.

You whimpered to tell them to stop. They laughed in unison as König moved you to the side so he could sit up and gain his composure for once. You couldn't move anymore. You were sore and also too tired to even open your eyes.

You sighed heavily and covered your face. Squeezing your thighs together, feeling your entrance throb. Their creampies dripping out of you and onto the couch.

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What happened after you Ghost and König were finished went by like a blur.

You couldn't recall anything after that and assumed you passed out. You woke up in bed with your clohes on. You felt clean like you had taken a shower but you don't remember taking one. A bandaid on your neck along with healing gel to cover up- a hickey?

You thoughts had been interrupted by loud snoring coming from both sides of the bed. You couldn't move like you wanted to for some reason. Two muscular arms holding certain parts of your body and deep occasional groans.

You looked to your left and saw König laying next to you, his face buried in your chest and arms around your waist. Okay, that's normal.

So you looked behind you and saw- Ghost? He laid next to you with his face buried into your back, legs intertwined with yours along with something poking your back.

He moved himself closer to you and wrapped his arm around your waist to still feel your comforting body heat even while he's sleep.

"What the fuck?" You said before remembering what happend before you fell asleep.

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the other woman part 2

pairing: miguel o’hara x fem reader

warnings: cheating (once more, i do not condone nor endorse this🤨), bit of angst (?), and fluff

author’s note: finally 😱 sorry it took me so long to get it out lol, hope you all enjoy <33 (gave myself ptsd with the frijoles 😓)

word count: 4k

the other woman part one

You re-read the text message from Miguel over and over again until the words were basically imprinted in your brain, the constant reminder of what this relationship really was. It was just an exchange of pleasure, nothing more and nothing less. Though you'd sworn that you wouldn't engage in any of Miguel’s messages anymore, a part of you couldn't help but be curious as to why he wanted to come over now. You took a few deep breaths to calm your self down, your hands clammy as you typed out a response to his message.

You: ok. no hooking up though

Miguel: 👍🏽

About a half hour later, a loud knock was heard on your door, successfully waking you up from the tiny nap you'd taken. You rushed to clean up the empty ice cream container in front of you and wipe away some away some of the stickiness that was in the corner in your mouth. You opened up the door to see Miguel standing there with disheveled hair and his lab coat still on, probably just getting off from work. The two of you awkwardly looked at each other for a couple seconds before you motioned him to come in, opening the door.

He sat on the couch with his arms folded as he watched the tv show in front of him, not saying anything. You had half the mind to ask him what it was he came over for, but you decided just to wait it out and let him speak when he was ready. "So, Dana told me she confronted you at a coffee shop," he spoke up after a couple minutes, his eyes still focused on the tv. "She did, it was my fault though. I shouldn't have been staring at her for so long," you mumbled, still feeling that lingering embarrassment from your previous confrontation with her. He finally shifted his body to face yours, his hands crossed on his lap and he opened his mouth like he wanted to say something but quickly clamped it shut.

"She and I are getting a divorce. She's known for a while now that I've been seeing you and she's been seeing someone else," he told you, your eyes widening a bit in confusion. He'd told you that they were on the path towards fixing things, that he wouldn't need your company anymore the last time he was in your bed, so this came as a complete curveball. "I'm sorry. I know you tried to keep your relationship intact," you offered, putting your hand on his arm to offer him some kind of comfort. He placed his arm on top of yours before he spoke again, "I didn't come here for your sympathy. I came here because.. I want you to be with me. No hiding and no illicit affairs."

You pulled your hand back from his, biting down on your bottom lip as you started to consider the possibility of actually being in a relationship with Miguel. You'd expected for this moment to make you feel better, that you'd be up in the air cheering from joy, but all you felt was doubt crawling up to the forefront of your mind. "Please say something," Miguel let out with a small sigh, his gaze on where his hand was holding yours.

“I don't want to be in a relationship with you, Miguel."

"Why? Is it because of Dana confronting you? We can work around that, I promise."

"No. It's just.. your daughter's just gonna see me as the person that fucked up her parents' relationship."

"Our relationship was fucked before you even came in the picture, chula. Me and Dana were planning on talking to her and explain the situation."

You nibbled on your bottom lip as you withheld the real reason that you didn't want to be involved with him, but you were snapped out of your thoughts when Miguel placed his hand on your shoulder. "Tell me what's stopping you from getting in a relationship with me and we can work it out. Or I can leave and give you some time to think about it," he told you, his eyes not breaking contact with yours as he spoke. "I don't trust you, Miguel. And that wasn't a problem when we were just sleeping together because I wasn't the one you were going home to. But now you're asking me to put trust and hope that you want to be in a relationship with me and I can't," you finally admitted, his face slightly falling as you spoke.

He stood up and brushed away some invisible wrinkles from his dress shirt, looking over at you. "I'm here asking you to be with me and you don't trust me?" He asked you, almost like you were in the wrong for even doubting him. "You cheated on Dana, who may I remind you, you were married to. So is the concept of me worrying about you cheating on me so outlandish?" You respond, standing up as you looked up at him. He let out a small sigh, placing his hand on your cheek before he dipped his head down to kiss your forehead. "I’ll gain your trust, okay?"

The next couple of months following that night, the rumors that Miguel was recently single began to surface around. Even though you'd taken the initiative to get some space away from him, your heart couldn't help but ache every time you saw one of his lab assistants throw themselves at him. You kept your head down and tried to avoid Miguel at the lab as much as possible, but you couldn't help but notice his lingering stares when you came in to check up on his work. You quickly took notice of his bare ring finger but you didn't let it get your hopes up, you felt like Miguel could easily replace you at any moment and that overpowered any feelings that you felt towards him.

You were dreading having to go to the company party this afternoon, but you decided on going regardless since it was a retirement party for one of your old mentors. The heels on your feet felt uncomfortable as soon as you put it on and the dress you were wearing felt too tight, like you couldn't breathe properly, but you eventually tried to calm down and headed to the Alchemax building. You could tell that the party was set up last minute by the way the streamers were just tossed around and the balloons had zero shape, but you found yourself enjoying the atmosphere regardless.

After congratulating Dr. Connors on his retirement, you sat down at one of the tables and drank the champagne that was being passed around by the caterers. Your eyes widened when you saw that Miguel arrived, wearing a black button down and black slacks that fit him perfectly. It was similar to his work attire, but you'd been avoiding him for so long that you forgot just how handsome he could really be. You gulped down the rest of your champagne and silently prayed to whatever entity there was above that he wouldn't approach you, you were certain that your heart couldn't handle it.

"Is this seat taken?" You looked up to see Miguel standing there, his arm on the top of the chair as he started pulling it back. "No," you responded simply, averting your gaze from him and you noticed that some of the other women at the party were staring at him. You looked through your peripheral to see that Miguel was already staring at you, one of his fingers coming to trail the lace of the dress you had on. "Why aren't you out there talking with your other co-workers? They've all been feening after they heard you were single," you turned to ask him, wanting to know his reasoning for being here with you. "Feening?" He asked, a small chuckle escaping from his lips as he looked at you. "And who told you I was single, chula? Even though we're not together, you're the one that owns my heart," he whispered, kissing your forehead before he walked away.

You felt your heartbeat in your ears after he left, completely speechless after what he said. One of the coworkers you frequented lunch with, Alison, walked over to talk to you but your mind couldn't help but race with thoughts about what Miguel had said. You were snapped out of your thoughts when Alison waved in front of your face, your eyes focusing on her once more. "Sorry about that," you muttered, rubbing the side of your neck awkwardly. "What's on your mind?" She asked, not bothering to keep up with the conversation about her research. You shared the details of what happened with Miguel without actually naming him, and you felt a sense of relief when she didn't show any judgement despite you acknowledging that you’d gotten with a married man.

"Well, obviously I don't condone cheating and I do agree with the point that you're making, that you'd be stupid to think that he wouldn't do the same thing to you. But it sounds like he's really willing to put in the work into working this out with you, and I mean you'll never really have a guarantee that he won't cheat but it's better to just try it out," she offered her bit of advice and you nodded, letting the words really sink in. You changed the subject back to her research, not wanting to think about your relationship problems with Miguel for one night, and you actually paid attention to what she was saying this time. The two of you ended up having a pleasant time talking but you couldn't help but notice that across the room, Miguel couldn't keep his eyes off you.

"Ew, dude. What the fuck?!" You exclaimed when you felt someone's saliva hit your arm while you were waiting for the valet to bring your car back. "Sorry about that," you heard the same intern from a couple weeks ago speak, a throaty laugh escaping from her lips. "Do you have a problem with me or something?" You turned around, your brows furrowing as you wiped away the residue. "My problem is that you think you're so much better than us because you got to bang Miguel, but the truth is that you're nothing but a miserable homewrecker," she scoffed, coughing into her arm afterwards. "Like you weren't throwing yourself at him just a couple weeks ago," you countered back, though a small part of you knew that she had a point. She got closer to you, her nostrils flaring and you could've sworn she had something else to say but someone came in between you two.

"That's enough, don't you think?" Miguel spoke, facing her as he blocked your body away from view. "But Mr. O’Hara, she started it. I would never stoop down to her level, I promise," she whined as you rolled your eyes, biting your tongue back. "Just so you have it clear, I will never be interested in you. Not now and not ever. And I don't want to hear you calling her a homewrecker again when you don't have all the facts," he responded, his back tense as he spoke to her. You heard her footsteps retreat and Miguel turned to look at you once she was out of sight, tilting your chin up so you'd look at him. "Don't let her get to you, okay?" He whispered, keeping eye contact with you. You nodded, feeling some butterflies in your stomach as you walked to your car.

You called in sick on Monday, waking up with a headache and fever, your body completely sore. You only got up from the bed when you heard a knock on your door, assuming that it was probably your Amazon package. "What are you doing here?" You asked, your nose sniffling a bit as you looked over at Miguel. "I heard about what happened. I came to bring you some stuff," he told you, holding up a Walgreens bag. You opened the door to let him in, grabbing a couple tissues on the way back to the couch. You grabbed some lysol from a kitchen drawer and began to spray the couch along with the area around you so you wouldn't infect Miguel.

"Vaporub?" You mumbled, holding up the small container as you looked up at him. “Look, say what you want but that thing seriously has some healing abilities," he responded seriously and you simply nodded, rubbing some on your chest. "I wasn't sure if you ate already or not so I brought you some chicken soup. There's also a couple cough syrups in there, I wasn't sure which one to get," he added, sitting down on the couch next to you. You looked over at him, noticing how nervous he looked to be around you once more. "How was work?" You asked, facing away from him as you coughed into your arm.

The two of you ended up watching the second season of Narcos on your couch, talking about work or talking about the show itself. "I’m sorry for trying to pressure you into being in a relationship with me right after I asked for a divorce from my ex-wife. I know why you have your doubts and I'm sorry that I didn't take those things into account," he told you, rubbing small circles on your thigh as the second season ended. You leaned your head against his shoulder, finding comfort in the embrace. Truth was, no matter how much you tried to deny your feelings for Miguel, you always found yourself coming back to feel the comfort that he could provide you with. "It's okay. I just wasn't expecting that after you told me that we'd be ending things."

Miguel’s movements on your thighs suddenly ceased and he turned to look at you, holding your chin up. "I know you're not exactly ready to be in a relationship with me and I can't really blame you for that. but I've been wondering, what if we take this slow? Like I'll take you out once you feel better and we can start getting to know more about each other than what we look like naked," he offered and you had to bite down on your lower lip to prevent yourself from smiling too hard. "I'd like that a lot," you responded, leaning into kiss his cheek before pulling away, remembering that you had a cold.

About a week later, your cold had completely faded away and you got a text from Miguel, telling you to keep your schedule open today. You couldn't help the large grin that appeared on your face at the prospect of finally going on a date with Miguel, at finally being able to be seen in public with him without any repercussions. Nothing could bring down your mood today, not even your bitchy coworkers spreading rumors or the dirty looks you received when you walked down the hall. You did your best to finish your work as soon as possible so you'd have enough time to shower and get ready.

You'd chosen to wear a simple black dress with some flats since you weren't completely sure where Miguel was taking you, not wanting to look too casual or too fancy. You practically ran over to the door when you heard a knock on your door, your eyes widening when you saw miguel and his daughter standing there. "Hola!" Gabriella told you and you could've sworn it was like looking at a replica of Miguel. "Hola chiquitina, how are you?" You smiled, opening the door and stepping back so they'd come in. Gabriella began to talk about her day at school and soccer practice, a small smile forming on your face at just how energetic she seemed to be.

Miguel tapped you on the shoulder, handing you a bouquet of flowers with a small smile on his face. "I hope you don't mind that I brought Gabi over. Her babysitter wasn't available and i thought it would be the perfect opportunity for you to get to know her," he told you, leaning over to kiss you on the cheek. "No worries, she seems like a lovely kid anyways," you responded, bringing the flowers up to your nose as a smile crossed your face. You went over to the kitchen to put them in a vase, setting them on the kitchen table when you felt a tug on your dress.

"Are you gonna be my new mami?" Gabriella asked, a toothy grin on her face as she looked up at you expectantly. You kneeled down to her level, holding her small hands in yours. "I'm not gonna be your new mommy, because you already have a mommy that loves you and cares for you very much. I have no intentions of replacing your mom, but I do have every intention of taking care of you and loving you," you responded honestly, brushing a loose strand of her hair back. The answer seemed to satisfy her since she pulled you into a tight hug, burying her face into you. "Thank you for being nice! A lot of the kids at school complain about their step-mommies being mean."

Miguel ended up taking you two to an arcade so you and Gabriella could have some fun together and have an opportunity to bond. "Papi! Can we have wings, please?" Gabriella asked when you all stepped inside, automatically running to the food court. "Tenemos frijoles en la casa, chiquitina," he protested but he didn't really sound like he meant it. (we have beans at home) "Papi, we've been eating frijoles for two days now. Let's take a break, pleaseee?" She asked him, putting on her best puppy eyes for him. "Yeah Miguel, pleaseee?" You asked, joining Gabriella and making puppy eyes. He let out a small groan, rubbing his temples before he let himself be taken to the food court. "You two combined is gonna be the death of me, I swear."

Though Miguel had been the one to protest the most against buying food, he'd been the one who ordered twelve wings and a large order of fries. "¿No que no querías?" Gabriella teased him, taking a large sip from her milkshake. (thought you didn’t want any) "Well, I couldn't leave you two eating alone, would be very rude of me," he responded as he took a bite from his fries, making Gabriella giggle. “Should've brought your frijoles in a tupperware," you added in as a joke, though his brows furrowed as he considered it. "Might have to do that for the movie theater next time. I swear, those prices are a scam," he muttered before he went back to eating.

The rest of the meal was spent between Gabriella sharing stories about her friends and how she made five goals at practice today and you trying to keep up with what she was telling you, hoping to score some brownie points with her. Miguel had a small smile on his face as he watched you interact with Gabriella, staying silent for most of the meal. "Is something wrong?" You asked Miguel when Gabriella ran off to get the tickets for the games you'd all be playing. "No, the opposite actually. It's so nice seeing you interact well with Gabriella. I was worried that she wouldn't like you but I think she felt reassured when you told her you weren't trying to replace Dana," he responded, holding your hand as he walked with you to where Gabriella was.

You groaned as you struggled to knock the bottles down, but you didn't want to give up out of your want for the huge Spider-Man plushie. Miguel placed a hand on your shoulder, telling you to step to the side before he handed his tickets to the man at the stand. He threw the balls at the bottles, his forearms flexing with every movement and you could've sworn you felt a bit of drool collecting at the side of your mouth. "Which one do you want?" He asked you after he effectively knocked down the bottles, the man at the stand practically seething at how easy it'd been for him. You pointed to the Spider-Man plushie, a big smile on your face as you held it close to your chest once he’d handed it over.

"Thank you," you told Miguel, standing on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek. "Anything to see you smile that way," he remarked, his words always having the ability to make you get flustered. The two of you headed to where Gabriella was at, joining her in the basketball game that she was playing. She let out a scoff after Miguel won, clearly pissed off. "It's not fair! You're basically a giant, papi!" She whined, looking up at him. "Don't be bitter, chiquita. I'll even let you keep the plushie if you behave," he responded, letting out a small chuckle. "Kid has a point, y'know?" You respond, letting out a laugh of your own. Miguel playfully rolled his eyes and bent down to tickle Gabriella, her giggles filling up the mostly empty arcade room.

The three of you went to try out a couple games and you teamed up with Gabriella after she'd asked you to. the two of you had lost against Miguel in the hockey game and he couldn't help but let out a small chuckle as he saw the frowns on your faces. "What was unfair about this game, Gabi?" He asked her, his voice taking on a slightly teasing tone. "You're the only unfair part, papi. You're just too good," she grumbled, running off to go play whack a mole. You and Miguel headed towards the car games and even though he could hardly fit on the motorcycle, it was still an enjoyable activity for the both of you.

Miguel handed her the My Little Pony plushie that he'd claimed to get for himself after he won the basketball game, a bright smile on Gabriella’s face as you all walked out of the arcade. "Did you enjoy yourself, nena?" Miguel asked Gabriella, the kid practically beaming as she held the Pinkie Pie plushie. "I did, thank you for letting me meet your girlfriend papi," she replied, and you didn't have the heart to tell her that you weren't Miguel’s girlfriend yet so you stayed quiet. "Thanks for not telling her that we're not dating. She's been really understanding about the divorce but she doesn't quite grasp the concept of the talking stage," he spoke up after gabi fell asleep in the back seat, your eyes drifting from the window to him. "You don't have to thank me for doing the bare minimum, Miguel. I like your kid and i don't wanna see her upset," you assured him, holding his hand that wasn't on the steering wheel.

For the first time since you and Miguel had been intertwined with each other, he brought you over to his place. he carried a sleeping Gabriella inside, taking her with such ease to her room and you couldn't help but look around at the decorations. At the scattered books on the shelves, a combination of some peer-reviewed science journals and kid's stories. You felt like for the first time you'd caught a glimpse of who Miguel was behind that exterior that he put on and you wanted to learn as much as you could. He came back to the living room, wrapping his around your waist as he leaned his head in the crook of your neck. "Ready for bed, chula?"

Miguel didn't try to initiate anything sexual and neither did you, but that didn't stop the two of you from clashing tongues after you guys changed into your pajamas. You'd missed the way he tasted on your tongue, the way he kissed you like he was dying of thirst and you were the only source of water. The two of you eventually came to a stop when a knock was heard on the door, Gabriella standing there with her pinkie pie plushie. "Can I sleep with you guys?" She asked, rubbing her eyes since she was still half asleep. Miguel nodded, making some space in between you two to let her lay down. As you fell asleep that night with your arms wrapped around Gabriella, you couldn't help but feel grateful that Miguel and his little girl had welcomed you to be a part of their family.

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Gun Woo NSFW Alphabet (Bloodhounds)

Pairing: Kim Gun-Woo (Bloodhounds) x Reader

Rating: Fluffy Smut

Word Count: 3.6k (!) (turns out I fancy him a lot)

Author's Note: I finished Bloodhounds on Netflix last weekend and have thought of little else but the two bestest bros in the whole Bloodhound world <3 So requests for Gun Woo and Woo Jin are officially open, and since I am genuinely not sure if there's ever been a character on Netflix as attractive as Gun Woo he gets to go first, and a Woo Jin NSFW Alphabet is on its way too (amongst my usual shows content too) :)

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Sweet, loving, gentlemanly Gun Woo would be all about that aftercare. He might not know exactly what he's supposed to be doing at first, but you can guarantee he'll pull you tightly against his chest, muscular arms wrapped around your shoulders keeping your ear pressed against him, listening to his nervous but ecstatic heart hammering in his chest. A man of few words he'll let his body do the talking, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, running his broad hands over you, soothing any aches his firm grip could have left, and smiling down at you with endless warmth and appreciation that he gets to be in this position with you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Gun Woo has put a lifetime of effort into his body, and he's pretty happy with the physique it's left him with, but in particular he'll love how you make his arms feel. When he gets to squeeze behind you when you're distracted by something and wrap them all the way around your waist, easily lifting you into the air if he wants to steal your attention but doesn't know how to ask for it. The way he can easily cage you against a mattress by placing an elbow either side of your head, or lift you against a wall if he thinks that's what that playful look in your eye is begging for. Even just walking alongside you and feeling you loop your arm through his as a reminder that you're there for him and he's there for you, something his arms can do that doesn't require strength or violence.

Gun Woo will worship every inch of your body, but your hands are where he finds his gaze drifting before he ever has the nerve to hold them. He's never known someone with such a gentle, caring touch, the delicate way you brush a hair from his face or carefully clean him up after a fight, making him wish he had even more scrapes and bruises. As you get closer and find yourself resting a hand on his arm or thigh in a compassionate moment, you'll be able to feel the way he tenses and then melts into your touch, the complete opposite of how people would usually lay their hands on him. And the first time your fingertips skim over his thighs and take his length in your palm he could have sworn he'd never felt better in his life, fighting his fluttering eyelids so he can keep his gaze fixed on how big he looks in your sweet hand.

C= Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

A shy boi through and through, Gun Woo would feel very uncomfortable making a mess with you initially, the thought of filling you with his cum equal parts tempting and unacceptable. But you know from day one that you're Gun Woo's first and you want nothing more than to feel and taste every part of him, so you shrug off his offer to wear a condom, and ride him to the point he spills inside you, seeing his cum dripping out of you and feeling so fucking close to you that he quickly overcomes any worries about it, using his fingers to push it back inside you, knowing now that's exactly where he belongs.

D = Dirty Secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Before you came into his life, Gun Woo was a beacon of restraint and self-control, rarely having a sexual thought or touching himself at all. Now that he knows how perfect it feels to be buried between your legs, to see your sultry smile as you rub him off, to hear you pant and gasp as he tastes every drop of you, he struggles not to think about you all the time. More often that not when you start sleeping over he'll dream of you touching him and wake up with an erection, aching for attention. You can't watch a film settled in his lap without him getting himself all worked up and throbbing for you, desperately hoping you can't feel the drops of excitement leaking through his sweatpants, mortified at his lack of control around you, feeling like a dirty sex pest. He'd never tell you when he's feeling like this, although you'll quickly notice the squirming, and nervous brow furrowing, having to 'accidentally' rub your ass against him until he lets out a pained groan so loud he has to address it. He'd be so apologetic, not realising how hot it is that he's so obsessed with you, and you'd practically have to beg him to let you take care of it, all guilty thoughts finally emptying from his head as you climb knees his knees and take him between your lips, finally giving him some much needed relief.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

Between part-time jobs and his military service, he's never really had the time or energy to put towards having a girlfriend, and Gun Woo's not the one night stand type despite his god-like looks. When he realises you could be the person he finally loses his virginity to, he'd have a very awkward conversation with Woo Jin to get his advice, given he's had slightly more success with the ladies, so he feels a bit more confident about making you feel good. When it comes to it, he'll be clear that you have to tell him what you like and don't, viewing you as the most important interest he's ever had to master, and studying your every reaction to his touch ever so happily until he's a true expert in making you feel amazing.

F = Favourite Position (this goes without saying)

Gun Woo would crave the connection that comes from eye contact and seeing your blissed out expression during sex, so he's probably a big fan of missionary, happy to use his well trained muscles to rock above you for as long as you can take it. He also loves when he has you on his lap, using one strong arm to bounce you up and down while his free hand plays with your clit, watching and feeling you fall apart around him as he kisses down your neck to your chest, wishing you never had to be any further away than this.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Sex isn't something that Gun Woo takes particularly lighting, feeling like it holds a lot of meaning for the two of you since you were his first. You'll have to get used to seeing his adorable happy face in bed though, which sometimes has you giggling as he grins like he's never been so happy every time he undresses you, without fail.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they?)

Gun Woo keeps himself tidy and clean, wanting you to feel as comfortable with him as possible and to make himself the most appealing to you he can be.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It's definitely a hugely intimate act for Gun Woo, getting to worship your body and share his with you, to feel closer to you than he's ever felt to anyone. He'll look almost reverent as his hands carefully explore every curve of your skin, your body entirely perfect to the sweet boxer who doesn't seem to realise just how gorgeous he is. He'll love to thread his fingers through yours when he's getting close, lips finding yours greedily as he finally stops forcing his eyes open and lets the sensation of your soft, warm, clenching walls take over.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He wasn't one to masturbate before you came into his life, more than anything just because his mind never really thought of sex much before he realised just how incredible it could be with the right person. But now when he finds himself all worked up by just spending time in your intoxicating proximity, he'll occasionally dive into the shower first thing in the morning and let the sweet thoughts of whatever you two did in his dreams last night fill his head and bring him release, gaining just enough control over himself to go back out and face you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Given how statuesque this man is, it's safe to assume he's got a bit of size kink, loving how big he feels when your perched on his lap or stretched out underneath him. He loves watching his sizeable length slowly slide into you, the way you squirm as he stretches you out, picturing how deep he must reach as he traces a finger down your stomach. He also inadvertently becomes obsessed with cockwarming with you; at first he just couldn't bring himself to pull out of your velvety cunt when he was done, wishing he could just stay inside you all the time, knowing nothing has ever felt that good. And so when you line him up with your entrance as soon as you wake, once you've noticed his pattern of morning excitement, he'll happily slip inside you laying there and peppering your neck and shoulders with kisses for as long as he can take it until he grips your hips and starts rolling them against his, thinking you are a saint for putting up with his insatiable lust for you.

Finally I think it's safe to assume there's a praise kink going on here; tell him he's making you feel good and he'll moan happily against you, tell him he was amazing when he's finally done and he'll be immediately ready to go again, wanting to show you just how amazing he can be.

L = Location (favourite places to do it)

Never one to take much of a risk in this area of his life, you two usually wait until you're safety home to one of your places before you fall into bed together, sometimes only making it as far as a coach or armchair before you need to feel his skin against yours. The one exception to this is when he is convinced to have a drink with the Lil Group Heir at his club and suddenly he knows he can't wait until you get home when you look that beautiful and just smell so perfect. He'll find a private VIP room, and drag you inside, your underwear barely down your legs before his tongue is between them.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Honestly, just being near you is enough to get him on his way to fantasising about feeling you on his fingers. Sometimes the more gentle the touch you give him, fixing his hair, zipping up his jacket for him before he heads out the door, placing the slightest kiss on a bruise to 'help it heal better' and the blood will be flushing to his cheeks and his manhood before he can stop it. He just loves the way you take care of him, so used to being the one to help others, and it makes him want to take care of you right back.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

As much as he loves lifting you into his lap or feeling his weight on top of you, Gun Woo wouldn't ever want to really use his strength in the bedroom. The thought of hitting or restraining you would take him out of the safe and loving world you create for him in a life so influenced by fighting, so he much prefers soft, sensual touches that have both of you smiling like fools in love.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

When Gun Woo realises how much of a reaction he can get from you by going down on you, it becomes a must every time he gets you into bed. He lives for the taste of you on his tongue, the feeling of your thighs trembling by his ears as he slips a finger inside you and his tongue laps at your clit, the way you pant his name as you cum for the third time that night before he's even taken his sweatpants off. It feels so good to slip himself inside your soaked pussy that he wants to make you as ready as possible before he finally thrusts inside you.

He's such a selfless sweetheart that he wouldn't ever ask for you to go down on him, always insisting on focusing on your pleasure, and being so painfully hard by the time you're ready that you don't often get the chance to give him head in the early days of your relationship. Eventually on one of the mornings when he's doing a terrible job of pretending he's not throbbing in his pyjama shorts, you'd convince him that you really want to do it for him and he'd relent in his desperation for you, eyes falling wide open as you settle between his meaty thighs and lick a long teasing stripe up his manhood. When he feels you slip him between your lips straight to the back of your throat, it's like his whole body relaxes, every drop of tension melting away, except his balled up fists which fight to make this heaven last just a moment longer. He would finish very quickly, barely with time to warn you, something he immediately tries to apologize for before he sees you swallow his load and give him a satisfied smile that might be the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. After that, you'll make sure you give him much more attention in the oral department.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Despite his overwhelming strength and agility, Gun Woo much prefers to take things slow with you, wanting to enjoy as much time together as possible and draw every ounce of pleasure from the experience as he can. Sometimes to stop it coming to an end for him too soon, he'll still his hips inside you mid-thrust and bring his hands to cup your face, pulling you in a heartfelt kiss, lips capturing yours for what feels like hours until finally he picks up his pace again, satisfied he can make you cum again before he does.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Once Gun Woo's inside of you, he doesn't want the moment to be over quickly at all, so he doesn't tend to indulge in quickies if he can help it. If you're in the mood and you've got somewhere to be, he'd much prefer to go down on you and ignore his own pleasure, and if the positions are reversed and you can actually get him to admit that he's horny, you'll take the chance to use your mouth on him instead, knowing he struggles to last very long once he feels your tongue on him.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Too much of Gun Woo's life has been dominated by risk and danger for him to find much sex appeal in that, so while he'll happily try a new position for you, he's not one to try anything risky, preferring to focus simply on connection and pleasure.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

At first it's difficult for Gun Woo to last very long inside you because you just feel too incredible and the poor boy can't keep hold of himself for very long. With a bit more practice, like any athlete, he becomes much better at knowing when he needs to slow down or change things up, and now he really could last all night if you wanted him too.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Gun Woo would have never seen a toy in his life if it weren't for you. It's not that he doesn't like them or that he feels threatened, but I think he would want there to be nothing between the two of you, the way his fingers and mouth explore you expertly is more than enough for the two of you in the bedroom.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

His great purpose in life is to please and help you, so Gun Woo's not one for teasing. If you tried to explain it to him you'd be presented with the blankest possible face and asked "why would I want to do that when all I want to do is touch you?" The best you can hope for is him obsessively making you cum on his fingers and tongue over and over again until you literally have to beg him to actually fuck you. On the plus side, you get all the fun of teasing him when he's clearly in the mood but doesn't want to be a bither, wiggling in his lap and 'accidentally' grazing his bulging shorts until he's so achingly desperate he looks like he might cry and finally you can make your move and pretend you've only just noticed.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's not one to groan loudly or moan over and over, instead you'll get little whimpers when something feels so good he thinks he might fall apart instantaneously. He'll want to sing your praises when you're together, but it usually just comes out in little choked gasps of your name, or short words like 'perfect', 'so soft' or 'too good'.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for this character)

Gun Woo always smiles like an absolute fool when you agree to come running with him in the morning, valuing the precious time together, doing one of his favourite things and being healthy and active with you. He'll always be a gentleman and keep at the pace you set, stopping without complaining when you need a break and claiming that's the speed he would run at anyway. The only time you've ever made him admit he was slowing down for you, you suggested you have a race home at the end of your run. He was all ready to be a gentleman and let you win, until you said if he won your race, you'd join him in the shower when you got home. After a moment of pure stunned shock at your words, his head filling with a thousand sordid images, he was off. By the time you got home, Gun Woo had beaten you there, lit a candle and got the shower running, holding a towel out to you with a bashful grin as you stepped through the front door.

It was his first time in the shower with you, and with the water trickling down your body it was like seeing you naked for the first time all over again, his heart hammering in his chest, feeling wholy undeserving of everything you do for him. That feeling would only grow as you took the time to massage shampoo into his hair, soapy body rubbing against his and you let your hands drift down to his shoulders, massaging the tender flesh under the warm water and hearing breathy pants creep from his lips as the sensations washed over him. As you take his twitching length in your soapy palm, rubbing it over a few times and licking your lips hungrily, he would snap into action, lifting you against the wall until your legs found his waist, making quick work of stretching you out with his fingers until he could finally push himself inside you, the water making him even more sensitive. From that day on, Gun Woo would do everything in his power to never take a shower without you, claiming he needed your help to wash his hair.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

Gun Woo is a greek adonis of a man, every muscle well built from years of training, and it would be safe to assume this towering man has a sizeable package that you might need a bit of time to get used to. Don't be surprised if you can't walk after your first time together, but at least he can carry you everywhere.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Gun Woo is never not yearning for you. It's not just about sex, although the feeling of being deep inside you is something he'll never take for granted, it's about the intimacy and safety and connection in that moment with you. Of Gun Woo being able to make you feel good, while he also feeling amazing himself, like the whole outside world disappears and he is just in his happy place with the person he loves, that sweet dopey grin never leaving his face, no matter how long you're together.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Years of training means that Gun Woo has more energy and stamina than the average person, so wouldn't necessarily be quick to fall asleep after sex. Instead he takes a lot of joy in feeling you curl up against his glistening bare chest and slowly drift off yourself. He feels so privileged to be the one you feel safe enough to do this with, smiling up at the ceiling as he listens to your gentle breathing and thanks every star in the sky that he found you, and that this is his life now.

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The Boys (Soldier Boy x Female!Supe!Reader)

(A/n: I wanted to say that writing this fic, I believe is gonna be the most mature, violent and sexual I’m gonna get in this story. If you have not watched this show, go to Amazon Prime and watch the show. If you are under the age of 18, probably do not read this.)

Next Chapter / Masterlist

1944

I was sitting in the waiting room with my husband, waiting for the nurse to call me. Few days ago, I had received a phone call from the doctor's saying that I needed to come in for a visit and it made me nervous as I am usually good on keeping up with my health.

I sighed as my husband, Adam, looks over at me. "You okay, honey?" He asked me in a concerned voice. "Just wondering why I am here." I said. "Did you miss an appointment? Or a shot?" Adam asked me and I shake my head. "No...at least...I don't think so." I said, thinking, then the door to the back of the office opens.

The nurse walks out of the door and looks at her clipboard. "Ms. (L/n)?" She said and I raise my head. "The doctor will see you now." She said and both Adam and I stand up.

We follow her to one of the back rooms until she stops in front of a room and opens the door. "The doctor will be with you soon." She tells us and Adam and I walk into the room and I sit in one of the chairs, Adam takes the chair next to me. He pats me on the back, soothingly, as I sit there and try to figure out what the hell this could be for.

Eventually, the doctor came I but the thing was, he didn't look like my normal doctor. My normal doctor was an older, balding man, this doctor was young and with a head full of dark black hair. "Hello, Ms (l/n)." The doctor said and I give him a confused look.

"Um, are you new? I've never seen you before. Where's Doctor Jefferson?" I asked him and I could've sworn I saw Cole give a nervous look at this new doctor. "Doctor Jefferson is on vacation. I'm Doctor Miller. I'll be taking over while he is on vacation." The young man said and I eyed him a bit but gave a reluctant nod.

"Anyway, it seems you are needing a shot for this new disease that's been going around, thanks to this horrible war we got." Doctor Miller said as he goes to the table near him and picks up a syringe with some blue liquid in it.

"New disease? I've never heard of a new disease." I said and Doctor Miller comes up to me, needle in hand. "Trust me, you need this, ma'am." Doctor Miller said but I felt like something was off. "No, I, uh..." I stammered, nervously, as I stand up but then Adam stands up next to me and places his hands on my shoulder.

"Adam?" I said, confused, as he starts to hold me in place as Miller comes at me with a needle. "Sorry, honey, but you need this." He said. "What are you talking about?!" I asked when Miller inserted the needle in my arm and I let out a yelp.

He pulls the needle out of my arm and I look at him. "What the hell did you just put in me?" I asked him just as I started to feel pain all over my body. I yelled then screamed as I doubled over and fall to the ground. I look up at Adam, and through my tears, I asked. "What did you do?" I asked then I screamed again.

"Honey, this will be a great opportunity for us. For you. And this is was the only way." Adam replied. "Why? Why me?" I asked as I felt another wave of pain. "Because Ms (y/n) we need someone like you." Miller replied and the pain subsides but I start to feel light headed then I pass out.

I groan as I slowly open my eyes, my vision was blurry but it seemed all I could see was white. I blink several times before my vision becomes clearer and I could see a figure standing before me.

I gasp and sit up to see Doctor Miller, if that was even his real name, in a white coat with a clipboard in hand, staring at me. "Where am I? Where's Adam? Who are you, really?" I asked, in a quick panicked voice.

"As I told you, I am Doctor Miller. You, Ms (y/n), are in the secret lab of Vought Tower. As for your husband, he is having a talk with my boss." Miller informed me. "Vought Tower? Why am I here?" I asked. "Because we have developed a serum, called Compound V. It gives the subject powers beyond our wildest dreams. And you, are among the first people to be injected with this wonderful serum." Miller explained and I raised an eyebrow at this.

”But why me?” I asked and Miller smirks. “Because you are the perfect woman for our idea of a female hero.” Miller said.

Present Day

I gasp, sit up and look at my surroundings, realizing that I was in my living room on my couch. I sighed as I try to shake off the terrible memory I just relived in my dream and looked over at my TV, seeing news coverage about that stupid hero group, The Seven, promoting their new movie Dawn of The Seven.

One of the news reporter had that prick of a leader, Homelander, talking to him and asked him a question, I am sure this guy is tired of hearing. "How could you not know all along that Stormfront was a Nazi?" the reporter asked and I could just tell by the look in his eyes that Homelander was exhausted and annoyed at the question.

But I can't say I blame the reporters for asking this question. It was a huge scandal last year that the newly added female hero, Stormfront, was a Nazi. And, to my surprise, she use to be Liberty who was someone I met years ago and use to work with. "Well, I am just a man who fell for the wrong woman. Uh, but, uh...out of crisis comes change. So I spent the last year really slowing down and reconnecting with myself. And I am very excited for everyone to meet the real me." Homelander replied and something about the look in his eyes made me feel a bit unsettled.

It could be just the pressure this man's under or he is really crazy, what the fuck do I know?

I rub the sleep out of my eyes then get up and head into the kitchen to grab something to drink. After grabbing a can of soda, my cellphone rings and I pull it out to see that my old friend, Bethany, was calling. “Hello.” I said. “Hey, (y/n). Was just checking if we were still up for lunch tomorrow?” Bethany asked me. “Yeah, yeah, I am.” I said, tiredly.

”Oh, did I wake you?” She asked me. “No, I just woke up from a nap…” I said. “Nightmares again?” She asked. “More like revisiting my past.” I said. “Is there a difference?” She asked me and I chuckled. “Well, there was some good.” I said. “I hope meeting me is one of them.” She said. “Hmmm, I don’t know…” I said, thinking. “Bitch, I better be.” Bethany said, in a fake offended tone, and I laugh again.

”Still as spunky as ever at your age.” I remarked as Bethany is in her sixties. “You’re only as old as you feel.” She said. “You got that right.” I said. “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow then?” She asked. “Yeah, I’ll see ya.” I said. “Alright have a good night.” Bethany said. “You too.” I said and I hang up then sighed again.

After turning the TV and lights off, I got a shower and started to get ready for bed. I sit on the side of my bed then look over at the bedside table to see a picture of me and Ben, AKA Soldier Boy. It was of me and him at some sort’ve movie premiere, I think it was one of his movies I really can’t remember which one as he did a fair amount of movies. He had his arm around my waist and I was hugged up to his side, both of us smiling for the camera.

You would’ve thought we were the perfect couple, the one people would aspire to be.

But we were far from perfect.

Ben and I always had our ups and downs over the decades. We always seemed to break up constantly, so much so that I’ve honestly lost count. But we always seem to go back to each other. It’s probably fucked up for me to say, knowing how he was, but he was the best man I’ve ever been with.

Sure, he could be rude and crude, full of himself, a flirt with any woman that had caught his eye, and was violent to people, including to some of our teammates, at times but…I couldn’t help but love him. He had his moments with me where he was honest, caring, and sweet in his own way.

I stared at the photo then set it on the table then looked up at the wall where I have his shield mounted. “Goodnight, Ben.” I muttered to the shield, as if he can hear me, then I start to get into bed and start to fall asleep.

Flashback

Miller left me in this godforsaken room after they had tested me on what abilities I can do. I was curled up in the fetal position on my bed when I hear the door to my room opening. I turn my head and see that it’s Adam that came in. I glared at him as my anger was growing.

”Hello, darling.” Adam said, cautiously. “Don’t call me that. Not after what you did to me.” I growled as I turn my head from him. “Oh, honey…” he said as he comes up to me but was pushed back by an invisible force. He looks surprised by this then looks at me. “Oh, I’m guessing this is one of your powers?” He asked me as I glare at him.

“Why? Why did you do this to me?” I asked him, angrily. “Think of it this way, darling, we’ll live that lavish we’ve always hoped for.” He said to me. “I wanted that but do it the proper way!” I exclaimed. “But this way is so much better and you’ll be famous. Everyone will know your name.” Adam said, excitedly.

“You know I hate being in the spotlight. Why the hell would you think I’d want to be famous? Let alone superhero level of famous?!” I spat, angrily. “It won’t be that bad. You’ll see, once you get started, you’ll actually start to like it. You might even make some new friends.” He said, sounding like he was talking to a child, and I begin to shake at this. Then I go to slap him but he was shoved back by an invisible force and he falls back and hits the padded wall.

“What the hell?!” He exclaimed. “Don’t you dare talk to me like I’m a child!!!” I shout as he scrambles back to his feet. “I’m just trying to help you.” Adam said. “Help me?! You’ve completely ruined my life!” I shout, livid. “Don’t be so dramatic, darling.” He said, waving his hand vaguely.

I growled under my breath and bared my teeth. “Get the hell outta my sight. Right now!” I screamed at him. “Oh, come now, (y/n)! Don’t act like a child!” He said and I stare at him. “I want a divorce.” I whispered and he stares at me. “You don’t mean that.” He said and I felt a tear run down my face. “I mean it. I don’t want to see you anymore.” I said then his face turns from concern to determine.

”Well, it’s not gonna happen, my dearest. We made a vow. For better or worse, remember? And also, you being a divorced woman? Your career will be ruined before it even started. People will look down on you.” Adam said and I glare at him again as my eyes begin to fill with unshed tears.

”I hate you.” I growled at him and he gives a small smirk. “You don’t mean that. You’ll see in time, this was what’s best for you.” He said then he leaves the room. Once the door closes behind him, I crumbled to my knees and begin to scream and cry.

Present Day

The Next Day

*3rd Person POV*

“You must be having a fսcking laugh. That little cսոt crawled up a guy's cock and blew him to bits. He almost killed Frenchie, and you're just gonna let him go 'cause Stan Edgar asked nice?” Billy Butcher asked Hughie, angrily. The night before they had captured an out of control Supe that was causing problems and brought him in to this company by Neuman that deals with out of control Supes. “Supe collateral damage is down 60%.” Hughie tried to assure him as Frenchie and Kimiko were sitting off the side into their own desks. “Oh, come off it. That's that twɑt Neuman talking.” Butcher argued.

”She has locked up more Supes this year than every other year combined.” Hughie argued. “Then you're a fսcking twɑt. Hughie, you're working with Vought! I'm...” Butcher argued until Kimiko made a loud, discordant music with her keyboard. “Fuck me. I should've done Termite when I had the chance.” Butcher growls.

“Look, look, look, things are good. We're actually winning.” Hughie said. “Winning, are we? Locking up a couple of nobodies ain't winning. They got all the money and all the power, and they want us dead. We're outmanned and outgunned, and we got to put them cսոts in a box before they do it to us.” Butcher shouts. “If you would just compromise a little bit...” said Hughie and this angers Butcher.

"Compromise? Fսck you. Your whole life's a compromise.” Butcher shouts. “Hey, at least I have a fսcking life!” Hughie shouts but then stops when he realized what he said as Butcher glares at him. “I didn't mean that. Look. Look. Can we just stop dancing around this? I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I left.” Hughie said as Kimiko continues to play her keyboard.

”You think I give a shite?” Butcher asked him. “Yeah, I think you do. I think you're pissed that M.M. and I both left.” Hughie said. “M.M. was a bit of a loss. You not so much.” Butcher said then he chuckled a little. “Butcher...it's been a year. You can stop all this. It's okay to stop. To move on. She would've wanted you to.” Hughie tells him as the keyboard music continues until Butcher couldn’t take it anymore.

”Oi, Stevie fսcking Wonder! Will you knock it off? You're doing me fսcking head in! Jesus fսcking Christ. Everyone's losing their fսcking minds.” Butcher shouts and Kimiko recoils back as Frenchie turns to her. “Hey. Forget it.” He whispers to her. “Or maybe they're just trying to be happy.” Hughie argues and Butcher glares at him again before he walks off.

Then Hughie turns to Kimiko. “I thought it sounded great.” He tells her as the door to the office opens then closes and Kimiko smiles at Hughie before she continues to play on her keyboard.

*(y/n)’s POV*

I laughed at the story Bethany was telling me as we sat at a table in this diner, eating lunch. “I mean, it was terrible! Made a mess everywhere!” She tells me, recounting the chaos her two year old grandson did at her house. “Sounds like tyrant.” I joked. “Oh he is but…he does have his cute moments and then I love him all over again.” She said and she gives a smile at this and I smile back.

”Must be nice.” I muttered. “Well, you could have that! My granddaughter told me about these dating apps people use nowadays to met people.” Bethany said and I groan and roll my eyes. “Beth, no…” I groaned and Bethany gives me a frown. “Oh, c’mon, you should met someone!” She said and I shake my head. “No.” I said. “Why not?” She asked me.

”I said no, Beth. I just…I’m not interested.” I said and Bethany gives me a sympathetic look. “Ben really did steal your heart, didn’t he?” She asked me and I frown and set my cup of coffee down on the table. Then she reaches over and places a hand over my hand. “I’m sorry. I know that it’s coming up on the anniversary of his death and it’s always hard on you. But I just…I just want you to be happy. See you smile again.” She tells me as she pats my hand.

”It’s more than he stole my heart, he was my other half. And I just feel…empty…” I said then I sighed. “Maybe we could do something for him on the anniversary?” Bethany suggests and I look over at him and give a small smile to her. “That does sound nice. I might look into that and let you know.” I tell her and she smiles at this. “Okay….” She said and I feel this overwhelming sadness taking over me.

”Excuse me.” I said, doing everything in my power not to burst into tears, and then I head to the bathroom and walk over to the sink. I take a deep breath then let it out, slowly, and look at myself in the mirror. And the moment I look at myself in the mirror, I start to cry.

After I cried in the bathroom for a bit, I clean my face then head back out and finish with my lunch with Bethany. She leaves and I sighed and run my fingers over my eyes as I hear someone take Bethany’s seat. “You’re early.” I said, plainly. “Well, would’ve been here sooner but your friend kept sticking around.” A female voice said and I raise my head up to see Queen Maeve sitting across me, wearing civilian clothes instead of her hero gear.

"You okay?" Maeve asked me, her eyes narrowed with concern. I raise an eyebrow at this then nod. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just...didn't have a good night sleep, is all." I said and I pull my bag towards me, dig into it and pull out the file. "Here is all the information I can give you." I said as I hand her the file.

"Whatever it was that killed Soldier Boy. I'm sure it will kill Homelander." I said as Maeve takes the file and opens it to read it. "I’m sure you know the crap Vought put out about his death is bullshit.” I said and Maeve nods. “I had a hunch. But to be sure, you didn’t see anything or how he died, right?” She asked me and I shake my head. “No, I didn’t. All I remember is that I was fighting alongside him then I was knocked out.” I said and Maeve nods as she closes the file and puts it in her own bag.

"Okay, well, I'll give this to Butcher and I'll see what I can do." Maeve said and I nod. "Just tell your friend that I don't want to be bothered by this. I want to be left alone." I said and she nods. "I understand." Maeve said then she stands up, walks up to me and pats my shoulder. "Thank you." She tells me and I smile at her. She smiles back at me then walks out of the diner while I sit there for a moment before I get up and walk out of the building.

Flashback

“Just follow the answers we gave you and everything will be alright.” Miller tells me as we stand in a back room area. We were in this grand ballroom and Vought wanted to introduce me as the new superhero, so they brought me and Adam into a back room to go over basically my script for questions that the press would ask me.

It had been a couple of months since I got powers and during that time they had to test me and see what kind of powers I would develop. It seems I have strength, the ability to move objects without touching them and some sort’ve shielding powers. They even came up with a name for me, Mystic Shade, and a backstory for me because if they told my real backstory that would make them look bad.

Now my story is I was born with these powers and ever since seeing this awful war that is going on with Germany, I wanted to help out anyway I could.

Vought came up with this to not only give the men someone to oggle at but someone the women could look up to and maybe have them want to help in the war as much as they could.

I stand there as I fidget with my fingers and looking down at my outfit, which was inspired by the nursing outfit the women wore and knee-high white boots. The little white tiara that adorn my head was slipping forward and I push it back in place.

”Darling?” Adam asked me and I look over at him as he holds my hand. I scoff and yank my hand out of his. I was still angry with him and we haven’t really talked much, only time we got together was when we went to bed but nothing would happen except just sleeping the night away.

I look over at Miller and nodded and he smiles then walks out of the room. “How long are you gonna keep acting like this?” Adam asked me. “Just because I can’t divorce you, doesn’t mean I’m gonna forgive you either.“ I replied. “You can’t stay mad at me forever.” He tells me and I turn to him, lean into him as I stare him into his eyes. “Watch me.” I challenged just as the door opens and a young woman comes in.

”Mystic Shade? You’re needed out there.” She said and I take a deep breath and follow her out of the room, leaving Adam alone in the room.

I walk up to the stage as Doctor Vought was at the microphone, talking. Then he turns to me and holds his arm out to me. “Now please welcome the new hero, Mystic Shade!” He said and I push back all of my negative emotions and smile and wave as I walk up to him while the crowd applauded.

I go to Dr. Vought and he shakes my hand then kisses both of my cheeks then leads me to the microphone. Once I get to the microphone, Dr Vought said. “Now, Mystic Shade, will be taking questions.”

And a flood of voices saying over here, over here chanted out and Vought points to a random person. “Yes, you there!” He calls out. “How does it feel to be selected to join by Dr. Vought?” A male voice called out. “Um, it is an incredible opportunity here. And I’m very excited to join.” I replied then more raised hands and voices. Dr Vought pointed out to a different man.

“When did you first discover your powers?” The second man asked me. “I was about fifteen or sixteen years old when I found out. I guess I was alway born with them it just didn’t develop until I became a teenager.” I replied. “And what are they? I mean, what can you do?” The man asked. “Well, I’m strong, I can move objects without touching them and I can make shields to protect myself and people around me.” I replied and there was a series of ooh’s and aah’s across the crowd.

Then another round of hands shooting up in the air and Dr Vought points at another hand. "So, are you gonna help out with the war? If so, how does it feel to be the first woman to be out in the field?" The third man asked. "It is something I never would've imagined but I want to help out not just the country but the people who are involved." I said then another man calls out.

"So what's it feel like to achieve everything you hoped for?" He asked and I paused at this. Truth is I didn't achieve anything, this is all a lie. I wanted to scream that out so badly but I couldn't as I stood there frozen. "I-I, uh..." I stammered then Vought comes up to me and places his hands on my shoulders. "I'm sure she feels fantastic. She's being very modest right now. Not being used to this kind of attention can make anyone freeze. So let's give a hand for our new hero!" Vought said and there was applause and I give a small, weak smile.

Minutes later, I walk out on the balcony and took in a deep breath then let it out. Being in that ballroom suffocated me. I lean against the stone railings of the balcony and took in some quick breathes until anger rose in my chest and I slam my fists down on it, making the stone crack. "Whoa-ho, remind me not to make you angry." A male voice said, a bit of a laugh in his tone.

I jumped at this, not expecting anyone out here, and look to my left to see a man, in a army uniform with a long coat, standing some feet away from me. "I'm not in the mood to talk." I grumbled and I look out on the balcony. "I figured. Saw you up on that stage....and well, here..." he said and I look over at him and see him holding a bottle out to me. "You need this more than me."

"Did you steal that from party?" I asked him. "More like borrowing." He said, shrugging, and I chuckled a bit then take the bottle from him. "Thank you." I said and I begin to drink from it. "I'm guessing rough day?" He asked me. “You could say that.” I muttered and I take another drink from the bottle.

“These Vought parties are never what the public thinks they are. The only good things here are the food, the booze…and the pretty women.” He said and he gives me a flirtatious smile. I giggled a little and smile, which I just realized is my first genuine smile I’ve made in months. “I’m flattered but…I’m married.” I tell him and he has a surprised look on his face.

”I don’t believe that.” He said and I raise an eyebrow at him. “Oh? And why is that?” I asked him. “No sane man, especially a husband, would leave you out here on your own.” He said and I laugh a little again. “Maybe, I wanted to be alone.” I said and he shrugs a little. “You may have a point. But, even so, shouldn’t be out here alone. Some stranger could try to chat you up.” He said. “Like you?” I asked him, smiling, and he chuckles.

”Yeah…” he mutters and we share a small laugh then he holds his hand out to me. “I’m Ben.” He introduces and I take his hand. “(Y/n).” I said as we shake hands. “(Y/n), beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” He said and I give a bashful smile to him. “Thank you.” I said then he kisses the back of my hand and I felt my heart leap in my chest.

I haven’t felt this way in a long time, not since I married my husband.

“So, you happily married?” He asked me and my smile falters. “Judging by that frown, I’m guessing not.” Ben said and I sighed. “Just…going through a tough time right now.” I said. “That’s why I never married, when the tough times come in, there’s nothing to tie you down.” Ben said and I nod at this. “I’m starting to think that’s a good idea.” I said before I drink from the bottle again.

At that moment, we hear the door open behind us and I look over my shoulder to see it was Adam. “There you are.” Adam said as he comes up to me. Then he looks over at Ben and seems surprised. “Oh, I see you’re talking to your teammate.” He said and I furrow my brow. “Huh?” I said and Adam places an arm around my shoulder. “This is Soldier Boy. Your partner in the war.” Adam tells me and I was surprised by this.

I have heard the name Soldier Boy but I didn’t know what he looked like since I was trapped in that lab for the last few months.

I look over at Ben and he gives me a smile. “Surprise?” He asked me. “I’m sorry. Please forgive me for not recognizing you, sir.” I said to him. “It’s fine, just don’t go forgetting my face now.” He said, smiling, and I chuckled. “I most certainly will not.” I said and he nods.

”Well, I’ll leave you two alone. I’m sure I’m needed in there.” Ben said as he gestures to the door. And I felt a little sad about him leaving, I was kinda enjoying his company. “You two have a good evening.” Ben said as he walks over to the door. “And you as well.” Adam said then Adam turns to me as I look out on the balcony.

”I see you already starting the night off.” Adam said, gesturing to the bottle of champagne in my hands, but I don’t respond as I look over my shoulder in time to see Ben go to the door. It seemed he sensed me and he looks over his shoulder at me then smiles and gives me a wink before he walks in.

My heart absolutely fluttered at this and I felt my face go red before I look back out on the balcony

Present Day

*3rd Person POV*

"I heard Termite walked. My lead was good. What happened?" Maeve asked, annoyed, as she walks into Butcher's office. Butcher brings up his glass of whiskey up to his lips, stops as he looks at her then shakes his head. "Don't ask." He grumbles and he drinks from his glass.

"Well, we got to talk. I think I have something, thanks to my informant." Maeve said and she hands him a folder. "Informant?" Butcher asked as he takes the file and opens it to see some pages of information and pictures of Soldier Boy. "Soldier Boy. So what?" Butcher said as he looks up at her.

"Remember how he died?" Maeve asked him. "Stopping a nuclear meltdown in Ohio. '83, '84, I think, got buried beneath a reactor. Always thought it was bollocks." Butcher said. "Yeah, you thought right. Read." She tells him and he reads the file.

"What's B.C.L. RED?" He asked. "If you believe the rumors, it's the thing that killed Soldier Boy. My informant said it's some kind of gun or weapon or something. Had to have been a fսcking H-bomb. He was nearly as strong as..." Maeve said as Butcher looks through the file and looks at some pictures.

"If we can find this...weapon or whatever it is, maybe we can use it to blow Homelander's fսcking brains out." Maeve said. "If it is real, not some fսcking fable." Butcher said then he picks up the team-up picture of Payback. "Payback." Butcher mutters before he scoffs. "What a bunch of fսcking wankеrs." He said as he stares at photo. "When The Seven passed them as the number one super team, Crimson Countess sent me a box of cat shit. But not all of them were bad. She was a close friend of Soldier Boy and his ex-girlfriend." Maeve said as she gestures to the photo and points at the red-haired woman in the red outfit who was standing on the right of Soldier Boy.

"And, uh, Gunpowder was his sidekick." She said as she points at the young teen who was standing at Soldier Boy's left. "If anyone knows what happened to him, they do." Maeve said while Butcher noticed Noir in the photo. "Your mate Noir was in Payback. Why don't you ask him?" He asked her and Maeve scoffs. "Even if that walking tumor could talk, it wouldn't be to me." She said and Butcher looks at the photo again and noticed a woman standing on the other side of Gunpowder.

She looked about in her late twenties, her long (h/c) hair was braided and she was wearing a dark blue body-suit and a gold belt and knee high boots, a matching cape on her shoulders.

"Is that...?" Butcher started to ask and Mavee nodded. "Mystic Shade, yeah." She said. "Haven't heard that name in years." Butcher said and Maeve shrugs. "She retired sometime after Soldier Boy's death. She was fucking Soldier Boy." Maeve said as Butcher flips to another photo and this one was of Soldier Boy and Mystic Shade together. They were both smiling and Mystic Shade was hugging Soldier Boy as he had an arm around her waist.

Butcher then looks at Maeve. "Well then, I should be visiting her, not these two knobs." Butcher said but Maeve shakes her head. "No, Mystic Shade is off limits." She said, firmly, and Butcher gives her a curious look. "And why is that, princess?" Butcher asked and Maeve just glares at him.

Suddenly, it clicks with him. "Mystic Shade is your informant, isn't she?" He asked and Maeve averts his gaze and he smiles, knowing he was right. "Fine! Yes, she was the one that gave me this information. But she told me, specifically, that she didn't want to be questioned because this is all she wanted to give." Maeve said and Butcher watches her. "So, please, don't go bothering her." Maeve demanded.

"Well, well, well, didn't know you had such a soft spot for Mystic Shade." Butcher said and Maeve sighs. "We've been in communication for almost a year. Then when she heard about Homelander and all the fucked up things he's done and how I want him gone, she provided this." Maeve said and Butcher gives her a look that basically said he knew there was more to it.

"Fine, she was one of the heroes I looked up to when I was a kid, okay! Unlike most of these assholes, she actually cares about people." Maeve said. "Oh, I doubt that." Butcher said. "Doubt it all you want but it's the truth." Maeve said as she digs into her purse and pulls out a little bag. "Here." She said and Butcher takes the bag, unzips it and sees small vials of green liquid.

"What's this?" He asked her. "It's Temp V. One shot makes you a Supe for 24 hours. I mean, they think. It's still in R&D." Maeve said and Butcher gives her a look. "Oh, great, so powers, maybe. Maybe my bollocks swell up like footballs. Yeah?" Butcher said, sarcastically. "Payback may be a bunch of fսck holes, but they're strong. And they're dangerous. If you're going against them, you're gonna need it." Maeve warns.

"And what makes you think that me, of all people, would want to turn into one of you?" Butcher asked her as he takes a step closer to her. "This is our best chance to kill Homelander. Don't fսck it up." She said.

*(y/n)’s POV*

I sat at the table of my kitchen, staring at the letter I had received in the mail today. I sighed as I reread this damn letter from an old teammate of mine.

Mystic Shade,

I hope this letter finds you well. I know it has been years since we’ve talked or seen each other but I wanna discuss something with you. I can’t do it over the letter, I want to talk, face to face.

Voughtland is having a in memory of the anniversary of Ben’s death tomorrow and I’m gonna be there as a special guest. I’m hoping you could come and I’ll even tell my agent that you’re coming so you can come backstage for free.

I do hope to see you there.

Crimson Countess

”Shit.” I grumbled as I look at the letter. Countess and I were never really close, so her asking to talk to me is beyond weird. But curiosity did peak my interest so I decided that I’ll go and see what she wants.

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Give me a reason not to love you (John Price x reader)

Summary: Price falls in love with someone who's off limits. Turns out his feelings are reciprocated.

Note: Just a little something I wrote in a rush. / If you want to know when I post new stuff, follow @unreliablesnakefics and hit the get notifications button.

“There’s this lovely girl I met the other day,” his cousin had told him three months ago, then showed him a few pictures from your Instagram account. “I’m meeting her tomorrow, I need you to be my wingman, John. Just throw in a few nice words about me, okay? Make me look like a good guy.”

He had done exactly that, telling you stories that showed you his good side, and sure enough, the two of you began dating eventually. At first he was happy for his cousin, gladly listening to his stories of your meetings, but at one point he became irritated by them. Yes, he was jealous. It took him a week to realize that, but after that there was no question about it. He found himself stalking you on social media, always checking your recent posts and photos to know what you were up to. And whenever he saw pictures of you and his cousin together, he angrily closed the app and put away his phone.

Going out with his dear relative when you were there was pure torture. John tried to get over you, he tried to ignore his feelings, but every time you smiled at him, his heart melted. You got under his skin so easily that he wondered if he could ever get rid of his feelings for you. And maybe he was hallucinating, but he could have sworn you were sometimes flirting with him. Gentle touches on his forearm, carefree laughs even at his worst jokes, and those damn smiles he hated and loved so much at the same time.

“Maybe you’re just this affectionate with people you like,” he told himself every single time, pushing his stupid thoughts away with a forced laugh.

At one point of one of these nights out he had enough, excused himself, and went to the bar to order another drink for himself. He needed a breather, he needed some time out of your gravitational pull. You were his cousin’s girlfriend, you were off limits. Someone then sat down next to him, their knee gently brushing his hips as he stood there. When he looked to the side to see who it was that couldn’t respect his personal space, his eyes landed on you. You were watching him with a smile, your fingers wrapped around the tall glass you had on the bar top.

“You’re stalling,” you said, your speech giving away that you were pretty tipsy by now.

“What do you mean?”

You drank a little with your eyes focused on him the whole time, but didn’t answer at first. “You always talk so freely when I’m away from the table, but every time I show up, you close up like a clam,” you said with a pout. “Do you hate me?”

This question took him by surprise. Did he really make it look like he felt that way? It sure wasn’t his intention. With a sigh, he took the glass of Scotch from the bartender and focused on that instead of you. “I don’t hate you,” he said eventually. “In fact, I have this stupid feeling that you’re flirting with me, and it’s hard to be around you when my brain makes things like that up.”

“So you picked up on it?” you asked him quietly.

His gaze finally fell on you, his brain in overdrive because he couldn’t believe you just said that. Even now you circled your fingertip around the edge of your glass while you watched him, the look in your eyes telling him he hadn’t been mistaken about you before. But why were you flirting with him when you were supposedly in a happy relationship? Why couldn’t you just be with his cousin without making a move on him?

John couldn’t take it. He excused himself and went outside, desperately reaching for a cigar in his pocket once he stepped outside and the cold night air filled his lungs. “Fuck,” he murmured when he struggled to light the cigar. Once he succeeded, he leaned against the wall and inhaled the smoke.

After a peaceful few minutes you showed up, alone once again, although this time you cornered him with a wide grin on your face. You were enjoying this, you loved toying with him like this, but why? Why couldn’t you focus on your actual relationship? When you put your hand on his arm, John flinched.

“You literally ran away from me,” you began, and despite your grin, you weren’t mocking him, you were only stating a fact. “I’m not going back to our table until you tell me what’s wrong. Yes, I know, you don’t hate me, you noticed that I’m flirting with you sometimes, but there has to be something else.”

He took a deep breath and leaned his head against the wall as he looked up at the night sky. Despite being under the influence of alcohol, you were quite good at recalling what the two of you discussed inside. He wished you were more drunk, he wished you just forgot about the whole thing and returned to your boyfriend. Then he would say goodbye to everyone, fleeing the pub and keep on drinking back home.

But you remembered. And you didn’t just remember, you also cornered him outside, out of your boyfriend’s sight. How on earth could he lie to you when you were standing there, looking up at him with this sweet smile? “Say it,” John said when he leaned closer to you after what seemed like an eternity.

You looked utterly confused. “Say what?”

He grabbed your shoulder and moved aside to change places with you so your back would be against the wall. “That you don't want me. I need to hear you say this so I can stop thinking about you,” he whispered when he leaned closer.

“You like me?”

But he wasn’t about to answer that question. “Just say you don't want me.” His hand was pressed to the wall next to your head, and the closer he leaned to you, the bigger the temptation to kiss you became. “I'm begging you. Say it.”

You reached up to run your fingers along his jaw. “I can’t. I don’t want to lie,” you told him quietly.

John let out a sigh and rested his forehead against yours. He was desperately trying to find a reason to get you out of his head, but you refused to tell him the only thing that could make that happen. Now he was torn between leaving you behind, going no contact with both his cousin and you, and staying here to finally kiss you. To finally have you in his arms. To pin you against the wall and shove his tongue down your throat in a messy kiss out in the open, risking one of his friends coming out and seeing the whole scene.

“Fuck it,” he said after a short pause and kissed you, a satisfied groan leaving his throat when he felt your hands touching his body anywhere you could reach.

When he finally pulled away, his blue eyes carefully watching you to see if you were still one hundred percent on board with this, he noted that you were a little too lost in the sensation. Your eyes were still closed and a small smile was playing on your lips, as if you were thinking about what just happened. And then the guilt hit him. He kissed his cousin’s girlfriend, less than fifty meters away from him. When did he become like that? When did he turn into someone who didn’t respect other people’s relationships?

“What now?” you asked without opening your eyes.

“I don’t know. Let’s see what you say when you’re completely sober, yeah?”

John wasn’t happy to say it, but he wasn’t about to make you leave your boyfriend when you were a little drunk. He didn’t want you to regret it later. So he decided to wait for a short while, hoping you would say you wanted him the next day too. As much as he wished you could stay outside together, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. They were probably wondering if he went home, so he threw the remains of his cigar away and took your hand to pull you inside. But the moment the door opened, he let go and acted as if nothing happened out there. It was a tough act, but it had to be done. He couldn’t take any risks.

#captain john price #john price #captain john price x reader #john price x reader #call of duty #modern warfare #mw2 #mw3

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magiccath · 6 months

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A matchmaker of sorts

tenth doctor x GN!reader

summary: In which Donna is fed up with her love-sick, oblivious best friends.

Warnings: brief use of y/n

Donna had always known that her best friends were in love with each other. She wouldn’t call herself the most observational person, but it really didn’t take much to notice. She was honestly surprised that neither of you had figured it out by now.

The two of you were different in the ways that you showed your affection, but she had picked up on it.

The Doctor always looked at you with that big, stupid grin. He only ever smiled that much when you were around. He looked at you as if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. She supposed to him you were.

He always made excuses to touch you, even in the slightest of ways. He would ghost his hand on the small of your back when you were in crowded areas, something he never once did with her. He was always holding your hand, and you were the very first person he hugged after any victory (no matter how small).

You, on the other hand, were always flustered around the Time Lord. You turned scarlet from his little touches, especially when he hugged you. When he got super excited he would sometimes pull you into a tight hug, spinning you around the room ceremoniously. She could have sworn she once saw you grin bashfully into his shoulder as he whipped the two of you around the room.

When he walked around the ship your eyes would always follow him. Even off the ship, you seemed to be constantly looking at him. You always managed to look away embarrassed before getting caught, though.

The two of you were clearly head over heels. Donna would even admit that you were good for each other. The only issue was that neither of you could seem to see the other’s feelings, no matter how glaringly obvious they were.

Donna was pondering this issue one afternoon when she got an idea. She could try and mastermind the two of you into each other’s arms. At the very least, maybe she could encourage you to admit your feelings. Mischievous antics were already brewing in her brain.

“Doctor?” Donna asked, walking over to lean casually against the TARDIS console.

“Yes?” He acknowledged, not looking up from his work. He was fiddling with the controls in front of him. You and Donna had stopped asking specifics beyond that long ago. Sometimes he just needed something to do with his hands.

“Let me set you up on a date,” Donna smiled cheekily.

“Not interested,” he grumbled, eyes still trained on the console. Maybe he actually was doing something purposeful.

“Why not? I know you’re lonely.”

“I have you.”

“Oi!” she gasped, slapping him, “not like that!”

“I mean, I have you to keep me company,” he sighed, taking his glasses off to pinch the bridge of his nose. “And y/n.”

“Don’t you want someone you can be with romantically though?”

“It doesn’t work like that,” he sighed, turning away from her, “I don’t age, I regenerate,” he said, a twinge of sadness riddled in his voice.

“That’s not a valid enough reason,” Donna put her hands on her hips. If that’s all the cause he had for never asking you out, he needed a proper whacking.

“I can’t spend the rest of my life with someone.”

“Can’t you just enjoy the time you can?” “Why risk it? It eventually ends,” he groaned, moving back to the console. He was clearly done with this line of questioning, but she wasn’t.

Donna knew the Doctor could get lost in his thoughts, but they usually weren’t this pessimistic. Self-effacing and anxious? Sure. But properly “glass half empty” wasn’t the Doctor’s style.

“What about y/n?” She gandered. She examined her nails as if her words weren’t carefully planned.

“What about them?” The Doctor raised his eyebrow in confusion.

“Why don’t you go on a date with them?” She clarified. The Doctor's eyes widened and he looked away with a scarlet flush.

“I- uh.”

“I see the way you look at them,” Donna poked, feeling she was getting somewhere.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, avoiding eye contact.

“I think you do!” Donna groaned, moving away from him. He could be so stubborn at times.

She started to walk away when the Doctor’s voice caught her attention. His gaze was glued to the console, so she wasn’t even sure if he was talking to her at first.

“What if I did?” He finally whispered. Donna looked back with interest, her eyebrows raised. “What if I did have feelings for them?”

“Do you?” She asked lightly.

“What if I’m so very in love with them and it scares me more than anything ever has before? What if I think about them all the time and the only thing I want to do is kiss them?” He shoved himself off of the console and started pacing, his hands raking through his hair anxiously. “What if they’re the most beautiful being I have ever seen and I want to spend as much time as I can with them?”

Donna stared at him wide-eyed and flabbergasted. She hadn’t expected him to admit his feelings to her.

“Hypothetically,” he added. Donna chorted. Of course, he needed some plausible deniability in the matter.

“Hypothetically,” she confirmed, smiling to herself.

“It really hurts, Donna,” He looked at her, pain etched into the features of his face. “Being this infatuated with them, and knowing it can never happen.”

Donna leaned her head sympathetically on his should, but before she could respond a crash came from the nearby hallway. Both Donna and the Doctor turned in the direction of the noise, clearly confused.

You cursed to yourself, bending down to pick up the book you had dropped. You had been walking down the hallway when you heard Donna say your name. You picked up that she was talking to the Doctor and didn’t want to interfere, so you just remained in the hallway. You hadn’t intended to eavesdrop at all. Once you started listening, it had just become a little hard to stop.

So much for subtly you thought to yourseld, moving slowly out of the hallway and into the room with a wince. Talk about awkward.

The Doctor looked at you with shockingly wide eyes before quickly averting his gaze. He acted as if you had just walked in on him admitting something horrible.

“Hi,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. The Doctor was still fidgeting his face bright red, refusing to look your way. You stared at him awkwardly, the tension in the room at an all-time high.

You wrung your hands anxiously, not sure what to do now. You hadn’t exactly thought this far ahead.

“Right!” Donna sprung up, her voice breaking the deafening silence. You stared at her in shock, her sudden contribution had startled you.

“I have things to do,” she lied, pointing to the hall. You nodded meekly, and the Doctor didn’t respond. Awkwardly, Donna made her way to the door. She turned back around to send an encouraging thumbs-up in your direction. You smiled painfully back at her.

The room remained silent for a few minutes after she left. It was an awkward and uncomfortable kind of silence.

You sulked over to the console to stand adjacent to the Doctor, but you didn’t know where to go from there. You settled on leaning back against the cool metal, your eyes focused on your trainers.

“How much of that did you hear?” The Doctor finally mumbled.

“Quite a bit,” you admitted, rubbing your arm absent-mindedly. You really hoped everything he had said was true, but a small part of you still refused to believe it. You’d been in love with the Doctor for so long, the thought of him feeling the same way was so far fetched.

“I- Uh, well,” He choked. You tried again to catch his eyes, but he averted his gaze.

“Doctor?” You asked, running your hands along the console next to him. Next to you, he stiffened.

“Just forget it ever happened,” He said, shoving himself off the console. He ran his hands through his hair aggressively, still not looking you in the eye.

“What?! No!” you gasped, shoving off the console too, “you can’t take it back! That’s such a coward move!” You snapped.

The Doctor looked at you, shocked. His mouth was slightly agape, and he met your eyes for the first time since you had walked into the room.

“Especially not when I feel the same,” you mumbled. Now it was your turn to avoid his gaze, your eyes settling on the floor.

“What?” He asked, stunned. He didn’t know what he had been expecting, but it wasn’t this.

“You heard me,” you whispered, deciding it would just be worse to double back on yourself.

The Doctor moved closer to you so he could delicately trace the lines of your jaw, guiding your face gently upwards. Your eyes landed on his and you had to fight the urge to look away.

“Do you really mean that?” He whispered, his breath dancing across your face.

“Yeah,” you gasped, voice hardly a whisper.

The Doctor smiled brightly before lightly gripping your face to guide it up to his own, his lips crashing into yours.

The Doctor kissed in a way that was so very him. He couldn’t stay still, his hands constantly moving in one way or another. They danced around your face, rubbing small circles into your cheeks, they tangled themselves in your hair, or ran elegantly down your sides. Every touch sent sparks through your body, a warmth spreading with it.

He wrapped his long arms around your waist, lifting you off the ground. Your feet dangled comically, and you couldn’t help but feel silly.

You hummed happily, sinking deeper into the kiss. You felt more at home than you ever had in your life, and you never wanted it to end.

The two of you were happy, the world only consisting of each other.

That was until Donna started loudly clearing her throat.

The Doctor pulled slightly away and lowered you down to the floor slowly. However, he didn’t remove his grip on you, still holding you gently against him. He wasn’t ready to let you go yet. Begrudgingly, you turned your head to look at Donna.

The fiery redhead stood with her hands on her hips, eyebrows raised in question. You felt a scarlet flush flood your cheeks, and you avoided eye contact.

“Been waiting for you two to stop being so thick,” she rolled her eyes exaggeratedly. “Now, if you two will stop snogging, I would like to go somewhere”

The Doctor threw his head back laughing, arms still lightly wrapped around you. After a minute, you joined in.

“Allons-y!” He cheered, grabbing your hand with a bright smile.

#10th doctor x reader #tenth doctor x reader #10th doctor/reader #tenth docotor imagines #The Doctor and Donna #Donna noble #doctor who #10th doctor #tenth doctor #doctor who fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #david tennant

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michelle-is-writing · 1 year

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Pillow Talk, Slash

Word Count: 1k~

Waking up to a pair of rough, but gentle hands running against my skin is nothing new to me. In fact, ever since Saul and I moved in together and started sharing a bed, it's how I've always woken up. On our first night together, I woke up in the middle of the night to something gently gripping my hip, and when I looked over, I smiled seeing Slash pressed up against me with his head cuddled behind mine and his hand laying on my hip. From then on, every night we sleep together, his hands are on me.

Before the sun can reach my eyes, I'm woken up by Saul's fingers lightly dragging themselves up my hip and across my stomach, making me open my eyes to find him not too far away from me, sitting on his knees with a smile. "Good morning, baby," I greet him, leaning my head back against my pillow to stare up at him.

In response, Saul moves over to lie back beside me on his side, one of his hands remaining on my stomach with the other keeping his head raised. "Good morning to you too, beautiful," he greets back, a small yawn falling from his lips only seconds later. "You have no idea how good it feels knowing that I'll wake up and see your stunning face for the rest of forever."

Hearing his words makes me subconsciously roll the golden band on my left ring finger while my smile widens. "Actually, I do know how good it feels," I tell him, leaning closer to slide my hands from underneath the sheets and place them on each side of his face. "Because I get to wake up next to your handsome face every morning too."

Smiling back at me, the corners of Saul's lips reach the tips of my thumbs before he leans forward and kisses me, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me close to him at the same time. Rolling onto his back with me now on top of him, my legs fall on either side of him while Saul moves his arms tighter around me. It feels as if he's trying to never let me go.

Pulling away from my lips, Saul stares up at me for a few moments before another sigh passes through his lips. "You have no idea how gorgeous you are in the morning, do you?" He questions, his thumbs gently massaging the areas they're pressed into.

At the early morning compliment, I feel my cheeks blush as I lean back a bit to stare down at him. Beneath me, Saul lies flat on his back with his long and unruly hair spread out around him and his bare chest gently rising and falling with each breath he takes. With the sun from the nearby window poking through the curtains, his figure's illuminated and he looks overall... heavenly.

"You're gorgeous too," I tell him, watching as his faces takes on a confused look before he begins laughing at my comment.

"But you're oh-so sexy, babe," He responds, sitting up to lean back onto his elbows. For a few moments, his eyes travel down my chest and to my barely covered legs before he meets my eyes once more, a smirk rising to his face. "Especially in my clothes."

Looking down at my chest, I see one of Saul's very rare button-up shirts I put on last night barely clasped together by one single button, revealing the majority of my stomach and upper chest to him while keeping his favorite things hidden. I could've sworn I buttoned at least half of these before heading into bed, but I guess they must've come undone in the middle of the night by me moving around. That, or someone else played a part in this...

Holding back a smirk, I look back at the curly-haired man in front of me before tilting my head to the side a little. "Especially in your clothes?" I ask him, his smile turning into his famous smirk as he plainly nods. "In just your clothes?"

My second question receives the same response as before, and this time, I let my own smirk show as I move my hands to the single button remaining and undo it. Within a matter of seconds, I tug the shirt from my body and throw it to the other side of the room, leaving me in just my panties. Before Saul has the chance to do anything about it, I jump off of him and run to the living room. Following behind me is the sound of Saul's heavy footsteps as he runs after me once he realizes the situation. Feeling a sudden surge of excitement, I can't control my laughing as I try to run as fast as I can.

However, with Saul not only being faster than mem but bigger as well, I barely reach the end of the hallway before I feel myself being picked up and thrown over his shoulder. Once again, I can't help but let out even more laughter with a shriek following. I don't have to look at Saul to know that he's smiling; he's having just as much fun as I am, if not more.

Making our way back into the bedroom, Saul doesn't waste any time in tossing me down onto our messy bed and crawling on top of me immediately afterward. Without giving me a chance to catch my breath, he immediately leans down and attaches his lips to mine before letting his hands travel down to the only remaining article of clothing on my body and tugging them down. There's no doubt that I won't be leaving this bed for the rest of the morning, and I have absolutely no doubt at all that Saul's hands won't be leaving my body either - just like the way I woke up.

#slash #slash x reader #slash imagine #slash imagines #saul hudson x reader #saul hudson imagine #saul hudson #saul hudson imagines #guns n roses #guns n roses x reader #guns n roses imagine #guns n roses imagines

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buckgasms · 1 year

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Soooo what do you think Daddy!Bucky would do if Princess was misbehaving out in public…. what about maybe in front of their friends?? I need your FILTHY THOTS!!!

Misbehaving????? In Public???? Princess???

👆this is the reaction

It's tricky because Princess is quite shy in public, and doesn't like lots of people around, but there's always opportunities to be naughty when you put your mind to it. Let's say you're at a party, some of Bucky's close friends are there, lots of other people you don't know too.

I think first would come a warning. A whisper in the ear, a squeeze of your wrist or waist. "Careful Princess, you're pushing it now..."

Then a glare. You might be dragged away and told to stand in the corner. It's subtle but the tinges of humiliation come up and make you giddy.

But maybe you get distracted (or Daddy does) and you wander off, only to be found nibbling on a canapé instead of your assigned corner.

"Coulda sworn I left you over there?" He grabs your wrist as you try to flee back. "Oh no no princess, don't even try it." He pulls you away from the buffet and you squeak out an apology which falls on deaf ears.

"Panties. Now" he states, loud enough for the little group nearby to hear. You feel dizzy with the heat emanating from your face but when you see he isn't playing around you shimmy them off and hand them to him as quick as possible. You watch as he inspects them, a damp patch betraying your arousal.

"You getting off on being a brat hmm? Turn you on to get punished and told off?" He says, pinching your chin and kissing you in possessive pecks. You only stutter and mumble as he kisses you more.

He gives a little wave to someone's and suddenly you are surrounded by Bucky, Steve, Natasha and Sam who tower over you. You're totally blocked from anyone else's view, but you're not alone by any means.

"What's going on? Something wrong with our pretty Printessa?" Natasha says sternly as she glares around the party, daring anyone to fuck with you. Bucky chuckles and holds up your underwear. "Yeah actually, misbehaving and horny..."

Steve chuckles and rolls his eyes at Bucky. "Oh poor you, what a tragedy this must be!" You giggle, immediately regretting it from the look Daddy gives you. "Despite her behaviour today, Princess has rules. Being a little horny slut, teasing her daddy ain't one of them."

The three of them hummed in agreement, and you bow your head in shame. No one ever took your side when you misbehaved. It was so unfair. "Well what needs to happen to make it right then? Cos princess is too pretty to be in trouble tonight Buck..." Sam said whilst squeezing your arm, and you smiled at him.

Daddy turned you around and held you against his chest so you were now face to face with his top circle. "If Princess wants to show off and make an exhibition of herself..." As he spoke he lifted the skirt of your dress and exposed you to them, "then that's what she'll be..."

They two men took the skirt from Bucky's hands and the cool air hit your pussy, a soft whine leaving your lips. Natasha hummed in approval and moved her hand over, rubbing at your pussy, squeezing and spreading you open. "So soft" she muttered before guiding your own hand down to carry on.

"Daddyyyy" you whimper but he tuts, in fact they all do and he squeezes at your breasts. "Babygirl, we're at a party. And people are going to wanna talk to me. And if they come up to me before you come, I will let them stay for the show. So the sooner you start, the less chance you got of being spotted."

You whine but lean your head back as you start to slowly circle your fingers, swirling gathering wetness over yourself. Natasha curses something in Russian as Steve and Sam adjust there view and make similar noises of approval.

"You putting on a pretty show for them babygirl? Showing what a pretty little slut you are hmm?" You nod and moan as quiet as you can, slipping a finger into your aching hole, finding hungry eyes wherever you look. Bucky slips a finger in your mouth and you suck greedily, happy to have something to muffle your noises.

"This is a punishment?" Natasha asks incredulously, her fingers unable to resist your soft, sensitive folds. You moan again, louder around his fingers as she teases you. "I'd have her red raw and begging for forgiveness, not coming around her fingers.."

Bucky chuckled at her. "I know, I'm too soft on my Princess, but her ass will be glowing by the morning and she won't be doing this again will you baby?" You whine around his fingers and choke as he sinks them deeper down your throat, walls clenching around your fingers as you teeter on the edge of bliss. Your legs shut with the pressure but Steve and Sam are on you, hooking their hand around each thigh and opening you up to Natasha's hands.

"Come baby, come for us. Show us what a dirty girl you are..."

It's enough to send your head back into Bucky's shoulder, gripping his arms as he holds your still. Your release is rubbed over your pussy and thighs, and you shiver a little until they let you go and release you back into Bucky's embrace.

"Good girl" he praises, pressing a kiss to your face, smiling as you moan for more. Natasha takes your hair and strokes it, pulling it into a ponytail and pulling gently as she leans her head on your shoulder and pressed a little kiss behind your ear.

"Why don't you show us how you thank your daddy for being so kind to you?"

You giggle and sink to your knees, feeling like the naughtiest, luckiest princess in the world...

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #daddy!bucky #princess!reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky imagine #bucky smut #bucky barnes smut #darling nonnie

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jeansplaytoy · 10 months

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lovely | a.arlert

shy!armin confessing his feelings to you at the carnival.

fluff, maybe language?, afab!reader.

you walked through the carnival, people surrounding you everywhere you went and turned. it was almost scary how many people were there, but it was obvious. “where the hell that dude go?” you whispered to yourself while twisting around to find where armin went. he said he was going to the bathroom, but it’s been almost 10 consecutive minutes, and you haven’t seen him since.

you shook your head and shrugged it off. it’s probably nothing, you thought to yourself before walking over to the popcorn stand and pulling out your phone, pressing his contact.

ima be waiting by the popcorn stand when u come back.

you sent the message before putting your phone in your back pocket and looking around. all you could think about was the fact that he’d better be back before the fireworks went off. biting your lip and looking at the group, you felt someone poke your arm. you looked beside you.

“finally. what were you doin, man?” you tilted your head. “I had to buy snacks for the fireworks. I forgot to invite you, ‘cause I wasn’t thinking about it.” he smiled and gave you your favorite chips, a drink, and cotton candy. you smiled and hugged him warmly. “thank youuu.” you dragged your words before grabbing your things and starting to eat your cotton candy. armin didn’t hug back, he was nervous. as hell.

“yeah, uh… we can, y’know, get our spots ready.” he said, looking everywhere else but at you. you cheesed and grabbed his arm, wrapping yours around his. “alright.”

for a minute he could’ve sworn he felt his heart drop. it wasn’t anything new that you would get all physical with him and stuff, but it seemed like every time you did it was the first time you ever did, and that’s what made him so scared. he kept walking with you, glancing at you every few seconds before looking the other way and trying to hide his smile. ‘God, she’s beautiful.’ he thought, looking up at the stars while biting his lip before looking at you again.

he tried to make sure he didn’t turn his head too much, because you’d catch him. and he’d be even more embarrassed than he already is. “this is good.” you looked at him. his eyes quickly diverted above you before he looked at you. “hm?” he hummed. you looked at him with a confused look. “you good? you’re all red and stuff.” you laughed. he stared at you for a moment as you both stopped walking. “really?” his eyes slightly widened before he looked forward. “I dunno. looks like it.” you said.

“ah, yeah.” he nervously chuckled before you two finally made it to an empty spot. you could see some building from afar, but none that were in the way of the sky. “it’s so pretty out here.” you mumbled before spreading out a blanket in the grass and sitting on it, like everyone else was doing. armin sat beside you, putting your snacks in front of you. “yeah, it is.” he said quietly before criss crossing his legs. you kept your legs in front of you before leaning on your palms. “do you think random firework ash falls on people if they’re too close?” you asked, looking at him.

he raised his eyebrows and laughed at your statement. “I mean… maybe?” he said. “what time do they start popping? you asked, opening your drink and sipping it. “uh, like, nine.” he said. “what time is it?” you asked again. “8:58.”

“oh my Goddd, I’m excited.” you smiled to yourself. Armin watched as you wiggled in happiness and smiled softly. “I can tell. when’s the last time you’ve been to one of these?” he asked. “when I was nine, i think. but not in a long time, I know that. it’s been so long, armin!” you started shaking him before hearing everyone’s talking start to get louder. you gasped and looked at him, “it’s starting!” you smiled again. armin laughed and put his hand on your shoulder. “you’re way too excited.” he chuckled before looking forward. you both paused.

that’s when you saw one firework go into the air, and then pop, showing pink and purple colors. you bit your lip with a smile. “that was so pretty…” you pointed and looked at him. he smiled and nodded, not as pretty as you, looking forward as more started to go off. you watched in awe as all the colors filled your face.

he also looked forward, before his gaze shifted to you, who had a slightly opened mouth. he watched as he could see the reflection of the colors in your eyes. he softly inhaled and noticed that his hand was still on your shoulder. ‘make the move’ he thought to himself. he swallowed as you moved slightly closer to him, eyes still fixed on the sky as both of your ears filled with loud sounds of popping.

as he looked back forward, he slightly moved his hand from your shoulder, to your upper back, and to your other shoulder. his hand hung off as you continued to watch the fireworks, barely noticing what was happening, but when you did, you looked at his hand and back to the sky, moving closer again before laying your head on him. his arm now fully rested around you.

he looked down at you again. “you’re so pretty.” he whispered. “I wish you knew how I felt about you.”

and he really, really didn’t expect you to hear him over all the fireworks, that was until you replied. “me too.” but everything was getting so loud, it was almost faint. the only reason you could hear each other was because you were close to each other. he looked down at you, heart beating quickly. “huh?” he frowned. you shook your head. “nothing.”

as he looked around, and looked back up to the colors in the sky, you suddenly looked up at him, only with your eyes though. he didn’t even notice.

you watch as the colors from the sky bounced off of his face, lighting it up pink, blue, red, and every other color there was. you then looked at his lips. now you weren’t completely nervous, you’d always knew there might’ve been something between you two that you both knew about, but neither of you wanted to mention it.

just do it, your mind told you. that’s when the thought flashed in your head. what if you did? what would it change? you two basically, technically already told one another how you felt. so really, what would happen?

your eyes moved back to his eyes and towards his lips again and his openly did the same.

thats when it finally happened, he leaned in and kissed you, for a long time. his lips tasted like candy, almost, from the amount he’d eaten that night. he pulled away and stared at you, lips slightly parted and breathing hard. not only because he was holding his breath out of fear, but because he was nervous as fuck. couldn’t even believe he just did that.

you stared back at him in silence. “what was that?” you asked. armin shrugged and shook his head. “i… don’t even know. like, seriously.” he said back. you looked him in the eyes before smiling. “you like me?” you laughed and shook your head.

“you like me?” he chuckled a little. you rolled your eyes and shrugged. “yeah, whatever.” you laughed before he smiled and looked forward, face getting pinker by the second.

“you’re adorable, armin.” you laughed and rested your head back on his shoulder.

“yeah… yeah, you too.”

#aot headcanons #aot x reader #armin aot #armin x y/n #armin headcanons #armin x black reader #armin x reader #armin arlet headcanons #aot armin #armin x you #armin arlert #armin fluff #aot x you #aot x y/n #aot oneshots #jeansplaytoy♡︎

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linawritestwst · 2 years

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Hi! Can you write headcanons for Silver, Rook, and Vil catching their crush bridal style after they fell off something? Thank you!

silver, rook and vil catching their crush bridal style headcanons (gn!reader)

silver.

♡ you and silver were really close and he loved spending time with you. some people especially lilia were sure that he has a crush on you, but silver didn't really understand what they mean. you two are just very good friends and that's it!.. well, that's what he thought. today, you asked silver to help you carry some books from the library, you needed all of them, but they were pretty heavy. silver didn't mind and he wasn't busy that day, so he agreed to help out. he can count this as a part of his knight training! and also he gets to spend some time with you, so..

♡ but here comes another problem. turns out that some books you needed were on a top shelf and it was kinda hard to reach them. silver offered to help with that, but you insisted that you have to be the one taking those books. "you've already doing so much for me, let me get those books at least!" you found the ladder and started climbing it, though silver wasn't sure that it's a good idea, considering how much that ladder was shaking. you assured him that it's gonna be fine, but he still decided to hold it just in case. hehe, he really cares a lot about you.

♡ however, it wasn't enough and right when you grabbed one of the books, you couldn't keep your balance anymore. you were ready to fall on the cold and hard floor, but instead.. you felt something much softer. and yes, it was silver holding you. his face expression was the same as usual, but you could've sworn you saw him getting scared for a second. he asked if you were okay and you nodded, though you were a bit shocked, you didn't expect silver to catch you so quickly.

♡ and you also didn't expect to catch you like.. you know, a groom holds the bride. you got embarrassed at first, but then you remembered that there was no one else in the library but you two. well, that's a relief. silver didn't see anything wrong with it, was he supposed to catch you in a different way? he carefully puts you on the ground and tells you that he's gonna get the other books for you. you say that you're fine and he doesn't have to do it, but silver is surprisingly serious about this, he tells you that you could have hurt yourself if he wasn't there. "also, you're not bothering me and it's not like i have other things to do today. i'm helping you because you asked and because i want to help you." you stand there, not being able to say anything, because you just.. don't understand him. how can someone be so kind and sweet and not even be aware of it??

rook hunt.

♡ most people had no idea how you managed to become friends with someone like rook, i mean, he is.. a pretty eccentric person. you didn't understand what they mean though, he's so nice to you, you didn't find him weird at all! and those people went "THAT'S THE THING, Y/N, HE'S WAY TOO NICE TO YOU", they found his behavior too creepy. but again, you didn't mind him acting like that, that's just how he shows affection! though you did find it strange that rook always appears the second you need help with something, it's almost like he's been waiting for that moment..

♡ and today was no exception. you and rook had a chat in your room, nothing special, just two friends talking about stuff. he even brought a gift for you, how sweet! and that gift was exactly what you wanted, rook sure knows you well! maybe a bit too well and when rook left, you remembered that you still have homework to do, but right when you were about to grab your notebook, you noticed something.

♡ oh, this feather looks a lot like the one from his hat! did it fall from his hat somehow? how could he not notice though? oh well, maybe even rook has moments like that, when he's not really paying attention to his surroundings. it doesn't sound like him though.. but that doesn't matter right now, you have to bring the feather back to him. he left not so long ago, so it shouldn't be that hard to find him. you look out the window just in case, maybe he's actually outside right now- oh, he is! maybe if you call his name, he will come and take it back himself?

♡ you do exactly that, but then you notice that rook.. is not there anymore? wait, where did he go? is he already coming to get the feather? wow, that guy sure is fast.. but while trying to see where rook went, you weren't being careful and.. yeah, you fell out the window. you were a pretty clumsy person, so you weren't surprised that it happened, but still, IT WOULD BE BETTER IF THIS DIDN'T HAPPEN. if you weren't wrong, there must be other students outside, so maybe someone can-

♡ someone did catch you. you've never felt so relieved. you're about to thank that student and apologize for being so careless, but when you look up and see who saved you.. "ROOK?? i- i thought you left somewhere! i swear i didn't see you when i was about to fall!" you were right, rook really is fast. or maybe he never even left? doesn't matter, you can't describe how grateful you are to him. haha, he really does always come to help you right when you need him.

vil schoenheit.

♡ vil didn't think much of love, romance and that stuff. he's a busy man, he always has to be somewhere, he has things to do! and when he met you, he didn't think you're that special, you were just another potato to him.. he was so wrong. for some reason, talking to you and spending time with you wasn't that boring. he tried not to show you that he has slowly started to appreciate you more, but you did have some suspicions. this guy always loved giving you appearance-related advice and you thought that it's his way of saying you're ugly or something, but lately.. it started feeling like this is his way of showing that he cares about you. he's also complimenting you more often now..

♡ so, today vil has called you to go shopping with him. sounds exciting, right? well, not so much, because he just wants you to carry his bags and even though there are so many people that could help him with that, he chose you for some reason.. if it happened a few weeks ago, you would think that he's just using you or he likes to see you suffer, but now, you don't really mind. again, maybe it's his way of showing he wants to spend more time with you.

♡ when you were done with getting ready, you saw vil waiting for you downstairs. even though you going shopping with him was not that special, you still smiled at him and waved your hand. you started coming down the stairs and you couldn't help but think that maybe you're right and vil just really wants to hang out with you more, but he doesn't know how to tell you. hmm, maybe you should be the one to make the first move? hehe, you didn't expect vil to be so shy- oh no. oh no, you got distracted and tripped. oh no, you're gonna fall-

♡ you did fall, but thankfully, you didn't injure yourself. you closed your eyes, because you were too scared and too embarrassed to fall in front of someone like vil, so you got a bit confused when you felt something completely different instead of those stairs. it's like someone was holding you right now. but who? you're sure vil was the only person here, so.. you open your eyes. OH GOD, IT REALLY WAS HIM. HE'S GONNA KILL YOU FOR BEING SO CLUMSY. wait, did he just catch you bridal style right now? woah, that's impressive.

♡ vil lets you go (and not in a gentle or careful way, he just lets you fall right after he caught you) and yeah, he tells you that you should've been more careful, you could've easily fall if it wasn't for him, so you should be grateful. he sighs and prepares to leave, you quickly get up and follow him. you have to thank him, even if it sounded a little rude, he was right and if it wasn't for him, something bad really could happen to you. he could hold you for a bit longer though, he didn't have to let you go like that..

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twst imagines #twst headcanons #twst silver #silver x reader #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit x reader

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petitreve · 1 year

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don't know if it means the requests are open but-

here are some ideas I'm dying to read :

A) a Yuu that knows well about the fae and refuses to give their true name to the fae boys, say "thank you" directly (it's better to say that you appreciate it bc otherwise you put yourself in debt) etc...

B) A Yuu that is a girl but uses shapeshifting potions to attend school, how others find out, if they keep the secret, if Azul makes them sign a contract...

C) Reader who instead of being a happy-go-lucky type is super calm, collected and even a little bit evil if you will

I am SO sorry this took me so long, hopefully it was worth the wait.

Yuu with knowledge about fae creatures.

Malleus:

Truly, I don’t believe Malleus would understand. He never really gets invited to things so he’s hardly ever around humans. Not to mention the rest of the student body fear him.

While he knows that you don’t fear him, he wouldn’t go as far as to believe that you would refuse a gift from him based on some legends from your world.

It’s no secret that dragons enjoy shiny things, so when Malleus saw a Diamond incrusted bracelet his mind instantly went to you. He bought it without a second thought. He just had to find the right moment to give it to you. He knew that you’d love it.

It didn’t take long for the dragon to find you leaving the usual bench you’d do your homework on, it was much quieter than at Ramshackle with Grim. He quickly made his way over to you, calling you the nickname you had told all of Diasomnia to cal you, excited to show you the treasure he got you. When he opened the box your eyes lit up, “Malleus, it’s beautiful!”

Your reaction brought a soft smile to the boys face, “Here. It’s yours.” He frowned as your face dropped and he could have sworn he saw a quick moment of panic in your eyes.

“Oh-. I-. That’s very sweet of you Malleus,” his heart swelled with pride at your words but soon deflated as you continued on, “but I can’t accept this. I’m sorry.”

Malleus watched as you left, he had worried he made you uncomfortable. But he chalked it up to you not knowing him for long, maybe you just didn’t wish to accept such an expensive gift so soon. He had sworn that he would try again.

He had a short talk with Lilia about your reaction when you got back, Lilia felt bad for the boy he practically raised for not realizing the truth. But Lilia didn’t want to be the one to break his heart. Malleus would find out soon enough why you refused the gift.

You both still went on your evening stroll despite how awkward it felt. If Grim was there he could practically bite through the air. You both quietly talked about studies, the occasional question from Malleus on if you can remember anything new from your world. Until Malleus spotted some wild flowers growing beside the path. You were still going ahead talking about random things Grim says until you noticed the boy no longer with you and turned around to find the dragon knelt on the ground picking flowers.

Part of you wanted to take a picture of him with your ghost camera, but before you could he turned to you holding the small bouquet he picked for you. “For you, child of man.” He took note again on how you fidgeted.

“Malleus, I ca-“ he cut you off with a slight frown. “You can. They’re for you. I don’t understand why you keep rejecting… me.” Watching him connect the dots was enough to rip someone’s heart out. “It’s because what I am, isn’t it?”

He knew about the superstitions that humans had about fae, but he had assume with as much time as you spent with him that you would know him better than that. “I would never try to trick you into a debt, you’re too important to me.”

You took his arm in your hand trying to avoid the talk. The walk back to Ramshackle was silent, Malleus was close to giving up. That morning he found a small box on the desk of his first class along with a note that read, “If I give you a gift first, you’re in debt to me. Not the other way around.”

He opened the box with a soft smile to find a small plush dragon and a doll with a crown. He heart swelled, he smiled widely not caring about anyone staring. He was excited to be able to give you gifts now. It meant more than anything to him.

Lilia:

Lilia has been around for a long, long, long, long, long… you get the gist. The point is, Lilia would understand right away why you refused his gift. Does that make it hurt any less? No. The man fought in a war for this, and the human he cares about refuses to accept a gift from him.

Contrary to popular belief, Lilia wouldn’t tease you about it. That’s one of the few things he believes to be off limits.

Lilia has many things in his collection. He’s been around so long, he’s seen just about everything. Things from past lovers, past friends. I believe he buys something special, like a necklace, for each of his past lovers. That way once they’re gone he has something to remember them by.

Lilia finally found the perfect one for you. The color of the pendant went with your eyes perfectly. When adorn on your neck it would truly bring out the sparkle in your eyes. So of course he had to gift it to you, it would be a crime not to. Beauty deserves to be with beauty.

But the reaction in your eyes wasn’t the one he was hoping for. He watched as fear flashed through your eyes momentarily, he knew that fear. He had seen it many times in the eyes of humans longs before. He truly hoped he would never see it in yours. The thought was enough to send a shock of pain through his heart, but seeing it in person? That was a completely different feeling of pain.

“Lilia… I… I can’t accept this..” he watched helplessly as you shuddered out. He knew he had done nothing wrong for you to believe he would trick you in such a way. It was just a cause of humans fearing what they don’t understand. You didn’t fully understand his culture, so of course you would be afraid. Those fearful humans had been telling you stories of evil Fae for… probably when you were as small as Silver was when he took him in.

He looked down at the pendant before looking back to you, “You don’t have to accept it now beastie. I understand.”

“Lilia I-..”

“Beastie… it’s alright. How about we go for a walk? We could stop at Sam’s shop and buy some more tuna for Grim? Maybe… prank the first years? Hm?”

He was quickly back to his cheerful self knowing that soon you would come around to accepting his gifts. You never could deny him for long.

And he was correct with his assumption. He was curious when Ace originally had approached him with a small box. The ginger boy said it was from you. Lilia held his excitement in as much as he could when he opened the box.

Where he was met with a little plush bat holding a heart.

He knew that this meant that you were finally accepting the idea of presents.

Wow. Three days. You really held out there, huh Y/n?

Sebek:

I truly believe Sebek would be the least understanding, given his already low opinions on humans. He would be quite offended, on Malleus’s part he claims, that you’d refuse such a gift. Truly, he’s hurt. He doesn’t understand why you would believe such foolish rumors about the Fae. But of course you’re human. Humans are such foolish creatures alone.

He tries to talk to Lilia about it, and for once Lilia is honest. Telling Sebek about how humans believe Fae to trick humans into debt. Whether it be for labor, their children, any “important” looking object. Or just to mess with them.

At first Sebek couldn’t believe how anyone could believe those preposterous tales, but humans aren’t the smartest of creatures. That he knows for sure.

Sebek was, of course not thinking about you at all that’s ridiculous human stop making assumptions, running errands for Master Lilia. He needed to get a few things for the next concoction that Master Lilia would make for dinner. Sevens help everyone in the dorm.

He saw it. A small brooch.

The brooch was a small mouse. He didn’t know why, but it called to him. Instantly he, regretfully, thought of you. He didn’t understand why. But before he could ask himself, he had already paid and was halfway back to his own dorm. Ready to give you the brooch the next day.

“HUMAN!” His voice could be heard all through the courtyard. You turned on instinct just for him to hold out his hand with the small brooch sitting inside of his palm.

“Oh Sebek! It’s very cute!”

“… Human! I got this as a… kind gesture! You may take it now.” He watched you impatiently as you froze slightly. That wasn’t the reaction he was expecting, and he didn’t like that.

“That’s… very sweet of you Sebek. But… I can‘t take this.”

It was almost like a train had just rammed right over his heart. He didn’t understand this feeling. Why does he care if he disappoints you? Why does he care how you view him? For once Sebek was speechless.

“.. I have to go.. I’ll see you later Sebek..”

He watched as you left for the next class, in shock. He didn’t understand half of the things going on in his head. He tried again the next day, but same answer. He sat and listened to all of Lilias stories.

He was disappointed. Humans are shallow horrible creatures, but he truly thought you were better. He tried to see you as little as possible.

Of course until you started approaching him at lunch with a small box. He couldn’t run. He couldn’t leave Young Master alone. So, he had to face you.

Before he could speak you held out the small box to him. He looked at the box before looking up at you.

“.. open it!”

He thought about returning it back to you like you refused to take the brooch from him. But he had already started opening it and pulling out what was hidden inside before he could register what was happening.

What he pulled out wasn’t what he had expected. In his hands sat a small, hand made, plush cat.

He looked up at you confused.

“… you said your mother is a nocturnal Fae… cats are… nocturnal.. so I thought…”

He sat there, dumbfounded. He always thought humans were shallow creatures. But you hand made him a gift, keeping in mind what type of Fae he told you his mother was.

Without thinking he reached into his pocket, pulling out the broach and pinning it onto your uniform.

“… thank you Human.”

#malleus x reader #lilia x reader #sebek x reader #malleus imagine #twisted wonderland sebek #lilia vanrouge #malleus draconia #sebek zigvolt #twst lilia #twst sebek #sebek headcanons

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mrs-monaghan · 1 year

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Hello, just wanted to say I love your blog and your opinions are really valuable to me! Now, asked this to another blog which opinions also I value about Jikook, because, like you, they work with the truth, and not delusions. Saying this just in case you see the same ask on another blog, it's only because I really like both of your opinions.

That being said, what do you think about the time when pictures of Jungkook hugging and going out with his female tattooist god leaked? Now, don't get me wrong, I know that time was very hard for Jungkook because of the unjustified hate he got for it, and I know just because a boy and a girl hug/interact doesn't equal to them dating (esp. with annoying ppl in this fandom where jk can't even BREATHE without ppl creating rumors that he's been dating 50 girls. I mean, did you see the crazy rumor about a rich blonde girl from Qatar? Lmao its CRAZY)

But, I really want to know about your opinion on this. Do you think they were just friends? Someone said that they weren't drinking alone in that restaurant. Or do you think Jikook were broken up at the time and they had a thing?

I think, that you are trying to pass yourself off as a Jikooker and anon,

Do you think they were just friends? Someone said that they were drinking alone in that restaurant. Or do you think Jikook were broken up at the time and they had a thing?

I would much rather talk about what happened after that. Here are some of my favourite moments from Bon Voyage season 4.

JK saying ILY then looking at Jimin immediately after

This one no one ever talks about. But someone said Jimin had arrived and the way JK immediately looks and perks up! Omg!! 😭😭😭

And he doesn't stop staring at Jimin either. He'd really missed his baby. Also the way he perked up reminds me of this popular moment when Jimin calls JK Kookosan and we get the happiest smile from JK that turns us all to mush.

I could have sworn JK was younger than Jimin. So idk why Jimin treats JK like he's the hyung

IYKYK 😌😌

JK saying Jimin's name as J.M and writing the same down.

I don't need to remind y'all his ink was still new so you're the delulu one if you think JK doesn't know what the letters on his hand look like.

We always talk about JK bringing the snow. But we don't talk enough about JK sitting by the snow waiting for Jimin to come out. We don't talk about how eager he was to show Jimin what he got him. How quickly he stood up all excited.

And the smile on his face as he watches Jimin's reaction is everything 🥺🥺🥺

And yes, I do think this may have been to make up for the scandal even though it wasn't JK's fault. Also if u notice JK is very subdued this season and Jimin was looking after him alot. It's why satellite Jimin was on an all time high in BV sn 4. Haters really put JK through the wringer but I'm glad his man was able to be there for him.

Hand holding to take a picture and JK removing his glove so it can be skin on skin. Feels 😩😩

Jimin drooling over how bad ass JK was for jumping upside down. You bet your ass he loves this side of JK.

This right here is a favourite of mine. (I have more but damn u tumblr and your image limit) They're in New Zealand. Beautiful, gorgeous country. They get directed to a place with a beautiful, beautiful, insane view. All other members are watching this view and admiring it. Meanwhile JK's view:

And he stared for a long time. The camera kept panning out and JK was still staring. If you truly believe JK is not in love with Jimin, then idk what to tell ya.

Anon, Jungkook is in love with Jimin, is committed to Jimin and Jimin only. Has only ever had eyes for Jimin, has never strayed and most probably never will. He's in this Jimin shit for life.

Period.

#anyway thanks for stopping by #jikook #kookmin #insecure jikookers #minkook #jimin and jungkook #bts #park jimin #jeon jungkook #bts ask #ask shaz #bon voyage jikook #jikook analysis #jikook is real #jimin #jungkook #whipped jk #whipped jungkook

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saintsir4n · 2 months

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WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF MATURE CONTENT AND SUBSTANCE ABUSE

"CALI and I have always been friends. Her mum knew mine through modelling, then our dads realized they had a passion for shooting pheasants and watering plants." Felix relayed everything to his new friend Oliver. After the night at the Kings Arms, they had gotten close, extremely close. Oliver practically clung to his shadow. "People think she's this outgoing person, she is, but she's very kind, sometimes too much but she doesn't let it show."

"Is she scared of letting people in?" Oliver awkwardly shifted in his chair, surveying Felix's excitement whenever he talked about Calypso.

Felix shrugged, "Isn't everyone?"

"Not you," Felix chuckled at his retort. "But are you really friends? You act very close, India and Annabel shoot daggers at her whenever she walks into a room."

"They're possessive. But I don't really date."

"Wouldn't have guessed that. But you and Cali —" Felix's briefly hardening face made Oliver realize how true Farleigh's statement about her was. "Calypso," he corrected, "do you like her?"

"How could you not, look at her."

His tone was so enthusiastic, it was almost like she was in the room.

"I would but you'd have my eyes if I did for too long," Oliver joked, putting a warm smile on Felix's face.

After taking a long drag Felix replied, "She's not mine."

"But you want her to be?" Oliver subtly leaned in.

"Do I want to fuck her?" Felix laughed.

"Do you want to love her?" Oliver gingerly asked.

Felix already started, from when he noticed the scent of the shower gel she used to when she changed it to mango, he could've sworn that was his favoured flavour. The times her hair curls grew tighter with water and dripped with oil that her scalp absorbed. The giggle she let out at the show she was watching, Sex and the City, had a special place in her heart which Felix was forced to watch. All the instances she pushed up her glasses when they slid down her nose, pulled up her jeans that hung around her curves and flipped through pages of books she ranted to him about drew him closer, like Icarcus to the sea that caught him in the end.

Felix loved Calypso, possessively so.

___

Calypso danced like she and the music were one, the beat didn't move her, she controlled it, pulling at the drums, swaying to the symphonies and lip-syncing to the lyrics, putting on a show for all to see.

The strobe lights jumped around the room as she nodded her head, gossiping in the corner with Farleigh as he stared ahead, narrowing his eyes at how Felix catered to Oliver, shielding him from the cold eyes of their upperclassmen.

It was pathetic to him, seeing someone leach off his family.

"Come on Farls, dance with me," Calypso pulled him from the side, careful that his party hats didn't drop and twirled around him.

"Nice to see you in your fuck me pumps."

"They feel great," she teased, making him genuinely laugh as they pranced around, "It's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter."

Farleigh dropped his dismay as he danced with the girl, "it's never over," they belted out the nineties hit.

"She's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever!" Calypso's eyes scanned the room, landing on Felix when she finished the lyric.

He had been staring the whole time, beaming at her until his attention was stolen again. Oliver whispered in his ear and suddenly his eyes were on him and so she decided to stroll over, leaving Farleigh to the bodies who surrounded him.

Her braided hair was decorated with golden Jewelry, the first thing that Oliver caught when she appeared in front of them.

"What are you two nonses yapping about?"

"You," Felix shamelessly admitted, wearing a police hat.

He put zero thought into his costume, unlike Calypso, who was dressed like a cowgirl, donning boots that touched her knees, thrilly brown shorts that left little to the imagination, just like her shirt that exposed her midriff and chest. Her hat and whip were lost the moment she started drinking, not that she minded.

Felix's heated gaze drifted to her necklace that she sported every single day.

She squatted in front of them, leaning against Felix's stretched legs, fueling his lust, making him pluck off his hat and place it on his lap.

Calypso instantly smirked.

"You did something to your hair," Oliver snapped out of the trance and pointed out.

"Well, at least someone noticed," Calypso jabbed, playfully glaring up at Felix who pouted.

"I told you that this morning Cali," he said, sitting up slightly.

"But not this hour. Anyway, I'll soon be off to find MJ. Let's hope she isn't getting molested by your freaky friends."

Felix scrunched up his face, "She doesn't swing that way."

"She does and if she didn't it wouldn't stop them," she pointed out, expanding her hand on his leg, drawing a sigh from him.

"You told me she was shagging Colton," he said breathily.

"No, it was Cade, apparently they met last month when the twins dropped by. But Caspian the little git fell in love."

Oliver interrupted them, "Do we go to school with them?"

Their moments made his palms sweat, he often didn't know where to look, so he shared his focus between them.

Calypso snorted, "Fuck no. I mean that in the most loving way. They're my brothers. All complete dopes."

"Three brothers?" Oliver questioned, intrigued.

"Six," the friends corrected, stunning the boy. Calypso further added, "All beginning with C, just like me. Do you have any siblings?"

Oliver quickly replied, "No."

"Lucky you. Cherish that gift. Promise me," Calypso jutted her bottom lip.

Felix slyly smirked, shooting a glance at meek Oliver.

Calypso knew her impact on people, especially men, it was overwhelming, sickly to unexpected victims but alluring and interesting to the right ones.

"I promise." Oliver nodded quickly, as her gaze returned to Felix.

"Annabel clearly wants you," she stated, drawing him to clench his jaw. "She's in need of a quick shag."

Oliver, who was shocked at how the pair were acting as if they didn't need the other, was quick to pawn him off to her competitors. Or he came to learn she wasn't in the running. She had already won.

Felix sarcastically smiled and gently pushed her off, letting her take her place on the sofa next to Oliver.

The two now watched him save Annabel from Jake on the opposite couch, smacking her arse on the way out.

"Well, what the fuck, mate? I've been chirsping her for about an hour. I wanted at least a handjob," Jake exclaimed, groaning into his hands.

Harry scoffed, "I know. We all want a fucking handjob, mate. Get yourself a title and a massive fuck off castle."

Oliver didn't expect to see a smirk on Calypso's face, that met her sanguine eyes.

"Are you – you're not mad?"

He didn't understand and grew more uneasy when she faced him, crossing her legs, causing his stare to drop to them.

"Because I know he fucks them to the thought of me," she revealed, finding pleasure in the whole ordeal.

"And that's something you like?" he leaned closer, breathing in her mango scent, momentarily closing his big blue eyes, making her chuckle.

Calypso innocently told him, "Well... I do the same thing."

She laughed at his comically large gaze and quite frankly Oliver didn't know what to do.

"With them?" he squeaked.

"Why not? The pool for good shags around here is like a pond," Calypso gestured to their fellow students who she wasn't attracted to in the slightest. She then smacked a kiss to his cheek, staining the flushed skin as she rose from the couch, "Good night Oliver and make sure to tell Felix that for loyalty points, I know you need them."

She didn't spare him a glance when she strutted away, immediately being welcomed into Farleigh's circle who were dancing to Madonna's Vogue as Monika screamed her name.

"Cal!"

"Coming MJ!"

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a/n:

what do you think? keep commenting, i wanna know people's theories about the story.

https://pin.it/6CRef3fSp (vaguely how i imagine her costume) https://pin.it/3MHHGdJBm (how i imagine her hair for the night)

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natashxromanovf · 2 years

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Hey, John!

Spencer Reid x chronic pain condition!fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 1682

WARNINGS: swearing, mentions of a gun, mentions of gunshots

REQUESTED: {x} by anon, platonic relationship

SUMMARY: When a police officer talks bad about you behind your back, you later prove him wrong.

A/N: thank you for this request! gif credits @toyboxboy

It’s on days like these that you feel the most useless to the team - sure, your brains make up for the fact that you can’t go on the field, and you know you’re crucial for the team to work, yet deep down there’s always that feeling that you don’t belong there. The case had already started bad since you were having a bad day with your pain, but you still managed to go with them, mostly because you know this case is going to be a complex one, so they will need all the minds they can get.

“Here, let me help you,” Spencer says as he helps you out of the plane, the heat of Los Angeles immediately blowing into your face. You thank him, softly smiling at him. Spencer has been your best friend ever since you joined the team. He has helped you a lot over the years, never once complaining when you asked him if he could do something for you - and you’re infinitely grateful for that. He really has been the best friend anyone could ask for.

A couple of minutes later you arrive at the precinct, thankful for the fact that they have an elevator. You set up as soon as the sheriff shows you where you can put your things, time being quite an important factor in this case.

As usual, Spencer stays behind to set up a geographical profile, asking you for help on this one since there were a lot of victims already, hence there are a lot of paths and points to mark. You of course help him, and once you’re done you move back, trying hard to notice a pattern.

“I can’t see one,” you confess, a deep, focused frown taking over your face.

“Me neither,” he answers, and you can practically see the wheels in his head turning. “I need coffee,” he declares, taking his eyes off the map. “You want one?”

“Yes, please,” you practically exclaim, a chuckle escaping Spencer’s mouth.

“Okay, coming right up,” he mutters, walking out of the room. You try your best to focus on the piece of paper hanging in front of you, but there’s a police officer that just won’t stop staring at you and it’s making you lose focus every time you think you found something.

Deciding enough is enough, you look at him, giving him a smile full of attitude. He immediately averts his gaze, going back to talking with his colleague. Sadly, you can say you’re used to people judging you silently; it’s okay when they simply look because let’s be honest - if you saw someone in a wheelchair you would look too, and it’s okay when they look once, maybe twice and move on with their lives but what really bothers you is when they stare and they keep staring, especially if it’s on a case and the one silently judging is a police officer.

After this very unpleasant interaction, you simply turn your head back to the board, starting to look for any kind of pattern again. And yet somehow, you can see it now - it’s an unfinished heart. That tells you a lot about the unsub so you decide to go look for Spence, instead of just waiting for him to get back.

But when you start pushing yourself out of the room, you see the cop that was staring at you before now talking to Spencer and you can’t help but eavesdrop, once you hear they’re talking about you.

“...I don't know what people like her are even doing as FBI agents, they’re no use. They can’t go out on the field, all they can do is hang out at the office the whole time,” the officer whispers, and you could’ve sworn you saw murder written in Spencer’s eyes. Yet there’s a part of you that fears Spencer’s reaction - like is he actually going to agree with him or is he going to stand up for you?

And of course, Spencer chose the latter. “You know, agent Y/L/N is actually very important for the team. We couldn’t save half the cases we get if it weren’t for her. She’s extremely smart and sometimes, she sees things all of us overlook. Some crucial things too. She’s a total badass so if you have something to say about her condition, please don’t talk to me about it. Really, I don’t want to hear another dumb thing come out of your stupid mouth.”. You have never heard Spencer talk like that to anybody, especially not to a fellow law enforcement officer. But in the end, you’re glad he started now.

After saying what he had to say he walked off, stopping in his tracks when he saw you near there. He had a sympathetic smile on his face, one you were very grateful for at that moment.

“Come here,” you gesture for him to bend over and he does so, immediately being wrapped in one of your special hugs. “Thank you,” you say silently, a small smile stretching over your lips.

“No need to thank me, Y/N/N, I just spoke the facts. We really do need you, you know,” he explains, handing you your coffee once you let go of him.

“You really do, don’t you?” you joke, pulling a laugh out of him. “Anyway, I wanted to tell you I found the pattern,” you add, getting back into the work mood. You show him the unfinished heart and explain where you think the unsub might go next. There are two points he may go, either one end of the heart or the other. Thankfully, there were enough officers to send to both locations, along with the BAU team.

There was one thing, in particular, you missed though - something that was exactly in the middle of that “heart”. It was the police station you’re currently at. Right exactly in the middle stands this building, tall and proud.

You knew something was missing, something you missed. It was bugging you so much that you went back to check. You looked at everything. From the lines the points were connected with, to the surroundings of the crime scenes until something in you clicked. You looked to the middle, and everything suddenly made sense. Of course, his target was the police station all along.

You quickly drove to the phone on the table but before you could dial Hotch’s number into it, a gunshot rang through the room. You quickly dropped the telephone and pushed yourself to the bullpen, only to see a white male in his early 40s with a gun pointed at one of the officers. Just like you profiled. The unsub must have panicked when he saw the police closing in - so instead of completing the heart first, he went straight for his final target.

“Hey!” you shout, getting the unsub’s attention. His gun immediately points to you instead, making you put your hands up in defence. You got this, you were trained for these kinds of situations. The first rule of any hostage negotiation is to try to talk the target down. Calm them down, present them their options in the most negative way for them possible. If that doesn’t work, just stall until help arrives. You profiled that he wouldn't negotiate so you went straight to phase two. Stall.

“Who the fuck are you?” he nervously asks, waving his gun around. A mental breakdown? You didn’t profile that but it’s better to know from the beginning than be surprised at the wrong moment later.

“I’m SSA Y/N Y/L/N,” you calmly answer, breathing steadily even though you feel like your heart will explode any second now. “And who are you, if I may ask?”

“You don’t have to know!” he quickly replies. He’s jumpy. Good. Maybe you can use that against him. This will either be a very good or a very bad trait of his.

“Okay, let’s just call you John, shall we?” you suggest, still holding your hands up.

“Sure,” he replies, the gun in his hands held high. That’s when you see a familiar silhouette behind him. Spencer Reid in all his glory. You have never been so relieved to see him. He catches your eye, telling you his plan with one look. You slightly nod the minute the unsub’s eyes avert for a second. Everything is up to you now.

“Hey, John!” Emily shouts from the other side of the room, making him whip around at the speed of light. Yet he wasn’t faster than you. As soon as Emily screamed, you pulled out your gun, shooting him in the thigh before he hurts anyone. And at that moment, Spencer jumped on him, seizing the gun and putting the unsub to the ground. Immediately officers were on him, cuffing and holding him in place.

“Are you okay?” Spencer is at your side in a second.

“I’m fine,” you smile. “A little shaken up, but aren’t we all?” you question, more rhetorically than anything else. He lets out a sigh of relief, looking away only to lock eyes with the cop that was previously talking bad about you behind your back.

“See, I told you she was a badass,” he declares, taking in the officer’s shaking form. “Hope you can stop shaking soon and realise that the woman right there,” he points to you “is braver than you ever were and will be,” he finishes, not paying the man in blue any more attention.

“My hero,” you joke, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“I think Emily and you are the real heroes here,” he says in reply, underappreciating himself. Again.

“You were pretty cool too,” you wink, shaking your head as you chuckle.

“C’mon, let’s get you home, it’s been a long day,” Spencer comments, getting up from his position, going to walk behind you so he can push your wheelchair. You’re very grateful for him at this moment. He showed up and that’s all that matters - you knew you could count on him and his smart brain.

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Be My Baby (Johnny Knoxville x Plus Sized! Reader) [Fluff]

This was anonymously requested. It’s such a cute idea, thank you to the anonymous requester!

Description: You’re an assistant on the set of Jackass, and you’ve been crushing on one of your employers, Johnny Knoxville, for several years. You’ve never tried to pursue it, thinking that he’d never date someone like you due to you being plus sized, but unbeknownst to you, Johnny thinks you’re the most beautiful girl in the world.

Warnings: Cursing, Slightly Suggestive Content (literally just Bam being a pervert when he talks to Johnny about you), Body Issues and Insecurity (no mentions of EDs or anyone fat shaming the reader, but the reader feels like Johnny won’t be attracted to her because of her size)

“Just go in, give him the coffee, and get out. Go in, give him the coffee, get out. In, coffee, out. You can do it, (Y/n), just give it to him and get out.” You quietly repeated the words of encouragement to yourself as you approached the break room, holding the cup of coffee Johnny had asked you to get for him. There was no reason for you to be so nervous; you’d been working for him for almost three years, and you brought him his coffee all the time, so this was not a new thing for you. But Johnny had the kind of effect on you where just being in the same room as him was enough to make you nervous, even when it was just for a couple of minutes to give him his coffee. You approached the door to the break room and took a deep breath, knocking once before opening the door and peeking your head in. “Did someone order a coffee?” Johnny looked up from the chair he was sitting in, a grin spreading over his face at the sight of you. “There’s my coffee angel!” You smiled at the term of endearment. “Hi, Johnny.”

You walked over to hand him the hot cup, and he nodded his head appreciatively as he took it. “Bam was just talking shit about you.” Bam, who was sitting across the room on the couch, raised his hands defensively and shook his head. “Like hell I was!” You raised an eyebrow, going along with Johnny’s antics. “Oh, really? What was he saying about me?” Johnny took a sip from the cup and shook his head in fake disgust. “He said you always pick the crappiest coffee places.” You put your hand over your heart in mock outrage and shook your head at Bam. “That hurts, Bam, it really does.” Bam crossed his arms and slumped down in his seat. “I did not say that. I could go for a coffee right about now, though. How come you only get coffees for Johnny?” Johnny wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him, jokingly flipping Bam off. “Cuz she’s mine, Bam, get your own coffee girl.” You blushed a little bit at the comment and looked away to hide it.

You had plenty of other tasks besides bringing Johnny coffee, but that was the one that you loved doing the most. Johnny always took the time to talk to you and joke around with you, which was something that most of the other guys on set never bothered to do. Of course, you knew better than to assume that that meant anything. Johnny was way too cute to ever be interested in you; he was just a nice enough guy to be willing to make conversation with you from time to time. Johnny removed his arm from your waist and looked up at you; you could have sworn you saw his eyes drift down to the skirt you were wearing (it was a short, tight skirt that showed off your plush thighs), but you figured he was probably just amazed that a big girl like you would have enough confidence to wear something like that. “Anyway, (Y/n), I’ve been meaning to ask, are you going to the wrap party this Friday?” The filming for the new movie was almost over, and the cast and crew were gonna be celebrating with a party.

You shrugged, subtly tugging your skirt down. “Oh, I dunno. I don’t think it’s appropriate for me to go since I’m not really involved in filming.” Johnny looked up at you in confusion. “What? Yes you are! You bring me coffee, right? Without that coffee, I wouldn’t be able to do half the stunts that I do on camera, so technically you’re single-handedly keeping this production going, which means that you have to go.” You chuckled. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. I’ll probably go, then.” Johnny pumped his fist in the air and grinned. “That’s my girl! You’re the only person I like talking to here anyway, so if you didn’t go then there’d be no reason for me to go.” Your cheeks flushed, but you internally shrugged off the praise. He was just being nice. Johnny tapped his finger on the lid of his cup and smiled. “So, who else are you getting coffee for today?” You grimaced. “Tremaine.”

Johnny laughed. “I’ve heard he’s real uptight about his lattes. Man, sometimes I forget I’m not the only guy you get coffee for.” You smiled. “Not the only one, but you’re definitely my favorite.” Johnny’s face lit up at this, and he exchanged an unreadable look with Bam, who nodded his head and widened his eyes in a “go for it” way. Johnny cleared his throat, shifting awkwardly in his chair. “So anyway, (Y/n), I was wondering-” Your eyes drifted over to the clock on the wall, and you gasped. “Shit, sorry Johnny, I have to go, Jeff will kill me if I don’t leave to get his coffee right now. Can we talk later?” A look of disappointment flashed across his face, but he quickly wiped it away and nodded with a half-hearted grin. “Sure, sugar, that’s fine. Wouldn’t want you to get in trouble with Tremaine, if he fired you then I’d have to quit in protest.” You laughed, waving a quick goodbye to Bam, and promptly headed for the door; you heard Bam mumble something to Johnny about your skirt, and you self-consciously pulled it down again as you walked out the door.

As you drove to the coffee place to get Tremaine’s coffee, you found your mind wandering back to the question Johnny had wanted to ask you. It was probably nothing serious (again, just him being nice), but he’d looked so disappointed for some reason when you told him you had to go. You scanned your brain for possible reasons he’d want to talk to you about something. Maybe he wanted to ask if I’d set him up with that one camera girl I always see him talking to. What other reason could he possibly have for talking to you? You didn’t have much time to think about it before you made it to the drive-through, so you pushed it aside and decided to worry about it later. You got the coffee and quickly headed back to the set, speeding around to look for Tremaine, who you quickly found going over some kind of paperwork with Johnny and a few other crew members. Johnny looked up and smiled as soon as he saw you, but Tremaine quickly took the cup from you and dismissively directed you towards a stack of papers across the room that he wanted you to sort through in order to save time for him.

You shot Johnny an apologetic look and walked over to the stack of papers, looking over at him every now and then as you sorted through them. Every time you looked over at him, he was already looking back at you with that goofy smile, and you found yourself smiling back each and every time; his happiness was unbelievably contagious. Jeff pulled Johnny’s attention away to tell him about something that was probably extremely boring, and Johnny looked over at you again and rolled his eyes. You giggled, and he grinned at you, pleased at your reaction. Jeff snapped his fingers in front of Johnny’s face. “Quit flirting with the assistant and pay attention, Knoxville.” You went slightly red, wondering if Johnny would be embarrassed at the mere suggestion that he’d ever flirt with someone like you, but he didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed, shooting you a wink and going back to his work. You finished sorting your papers and walked over to the shelf you’d been told to leave them on, standing on a stool you found nearby in order to reach the shelf.

You felt someone’s eyes on you and craned your head back to see that Johnny was staring at you, his eyes trained on your body; your skirt had hiked up just slightly, and your shirt was starting to lift up, exposing your thick thighs and soft tummy. You immediately felt another pang of self-consciousness and quickly set the papers back down on the shelf, getting down from the stool and pulling your clothes back down to hide your exposed skin. He’s probably disgusted that he had to see my body, I just know it. You quickly gathered up your stuff and walked by Johnny and Tremaine again, keeping your head down as you spoke to Tremaine. “I’ve finished the papers, so unless you’ve got something else for me to do, I’m gonna head on home.” Tremaine nodded. “Fine. See you on Friday.” Your schedule worked so that you were off on Wednesdays and Thursdays, meaning you wouldn’t have to come back to the set until Friday, the day of the party. Johnny was looking at you with concern, but you just kept your head down and left the room.

You spent the next two days stressing out over what had transpired; you knew Johnny was too nice to ever say anything about your body, but you were utterly convinced that he’d been staring at your body out of disgust. He probably thought you were insane for wearing tight clothes like that with your body type; most of the women on the show and the women that the Jackass crew dated were thin women, which made you stand out even more. There were some men that liked bigger women, sure, but you highly doubted that Johnny was one of those men. He had plenty of thin, model-like women throwing themselves at him every day, so the chances of him sparing you even the slightest of interested glances was just about impossible. When the day of the party came, you decided it would be better for you to wear something that covered your body more, so you wore a long sweater and a pair of baggy jeans that hid the size of your thighs and tummy.

When you showed up to the party, Johnny and the rest of the crew were already there; you quickly walked by him, not wanting to bother him or embarrass him. Bam was standing over in a corner, sipping from a red solo cup and trying to convince one of the crew members to let him play his HIM CD on the boombox that was currently blaring seventies punk. You walked over to him, and he shooed the crew member away and nodded his head at you, quickly removing the CD from the boombox and inserting his own before anyone could stop him. “Hey, (Y/n). What’s with the getup? You were rocking that skirt the other day, I figured you’d stick with that.” You raised your eyebrows, slightly shocked. “Really? I figured everyone thought it looked bad.” Bam shook his head and took another sip from his cup with a little grin on his face. “Johnny sure didn’t.” You stared at him. “What do you mean by that?”

Bam shrugged and glanced over at Johnny, who was watching both of you with an unreadable look on his face. “I’m just saying, he mentioned the skirt to me a couple times, and he definitely seemed to be a fan of it.” You rolled your eyes, figuring he was probably just messing with you, but he seemed completely serious. “Whatever. Like Johnny would ever pay any attention to me.” Bam went quiet, swishing his cup around in his hand, and you furrowed your brows. “Bam? Is there something you’re hiding from me?” Bam nervously sipped from his cup again and looked over at Johnny, who looked like he wanted to leave the group he was in and come over to the two of you. “Look, it’s not really my place to say anything, Johnny will kick my ass if I do. Just talk to him yourself, I think you’ll be surprised about how he really feels about you.” You flashed him an “I don’t believe you” look, and he raised his arms defensively. “I’m telling the truth here, dude! Hold on, I’ll go get him. There was something he wanted to tell you the other day, anyway.”

Bam walked off to get Johnny before you could say anything, and you felt a wave of anxiousness wash over you. Was this some kind of sick prank that the two of them had come up with? Johnny immediately left the group he was with to come over to you, looking even more nervous than you felt, and Bam pushed him towards you. “Talk. Now.” He walked away, and you stared up at Johnny in confusion. “Um..hey, Johnny.” He smiled. “Hey, sugar. I missed you the last couple of days.“ You smiled back, still nervous. “I missed you too. I’m sure your day is so much more boring without me bringing you your coffee in the morning.” He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “It sure was.” The two of you stood there for a moment of awkward silence, and then you shuffled back and forth on your feet. “So uh..what did you want to say the other day?” The look of nervousness on Johnny’s face increased tenfold, and he looked around. “Can we talk out in the hallway?” Your heart dropped. “Sure, I guess.”

You followed him out into the hallway, watching him close the door to the room and then turn to face you. You rubbed your hands together, trying to relieve some of your nervousness, and then you spoke. “Is this about what I wore the other day?” A look of confusion passed Johnny’s face, and he shook his head. “Huh? You mean the skirt?” You nodded, looking away. “Yeah. I figured you were probably grossed out by it, since you kept looking at my skirt when I was on that stool. I could tell you were probably grossed out by my tummy and all of that.” A look of horror crossed his face, and he quickly shook his head. “What? No, (Y/n), no, that’s not it at all, why would I be grossed out by that?” You were holding back tears at this point. “I don’t know, I just know I’m a lot bigger than most of the other girls here and you probably don’t want to see my tummy and my thighs sticking out. That’s why I wore longer clothes today, so you wouldn’t have to see it anymore.” You kept your eyes on the ground, not wanting to see his reaction; to your surprise, he cupped your face in his hands and gently forced you to look at him.

“(Y/n). Look at me. I could never be grossed out by you or your body. You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, inside and out, and I mean that so fucking much. I’m really sorry I was staring at you the other day, but it wasn’t cuz I was grossed out, it was because I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. You have the body of a goddess, sugar, and that’s the god honest truth. Don’t ever think that you shouldn’t be allowed to wear that kind of stuff around me.” You stared up at him, completely shocked. “You really mean that?” Johnny nodded, his long fingers gently stroking the sides of your face as he looked into your eyes. “Yes, baby, I do. Hell, the whole reason I wanted to talk to you was so I could ask you on a date.” You were totally blindsided at this point, so you just shook your head in disbelief. “A date? There’s no fucking way, Johnny, why would you ever want to go on a date with me? Have you seen the women that throw themselves at you on a daily basis?”

Johnny shook his head. “I don’t give a shit about any of them, they’re not you. I’ve been working up the courage to ask you on a date for months now, sugar, that’s why I kept coming up with excuses to talk to you every morning. I was finally gonna ask you a couple days ago, that’s why Bam kept looking at me. I thought he was making it too obvious and that that’s why you wouldn’t talk to me for the rest of the day, you weren’t interested in me.” Your eyes were as wide as saucers as you tried to process all of this. “Not interested? Are you kidding? Johnny, I’ve always liked you too, I just thought you’d never like me back cuz I’m fat.” Johnny took your hands in his, looking at you with the most serious look you’d ever seen on his face. “Sugar, I meant what I said. You are the most beautiful girl in the world, and you always will be. I don’t give a fuck what size you are, I’m always gonna be in awe of you. You are sweet and you are funny and you are kind and you are sexy as hell, and I wouldn’t say that if I didn’t mean it.”

You felt an overwhelming sense of relief take over, and you laughed; Johnny looked startled, but then a grin spread over his face and he started laughing too, his hands still holding yours. You wiped a tear from your eye, giggling as your face went pink from how much you were blushing. “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said about me, you know. For what it’s worth, I’ve always thought you were the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen. And the funniest. And the sweetest. And the sexiest.” Johnny grinned bashfully and shook his head, pulling you a little closer to him. “So is that a yes to the date?” You pretended to think it over, laughing when he shot you a look. “I’ll have to check my schedule…oh, who am I kidding, of course I’ll go on a date with you.” Johnny pulled you in for a hug and swung you around gleefully, holding you close to him to steady you as you smiled up at him dizzily. “Did you mean what you said? That you didn’t mind me wearing a skirt?”

Johnny smiled. “Are you kidding? Forget minding it, I encourage it. Do you know how hard it was for me to concentrate when you stood on that stool? Especially when your cute little belly was sticking out, I couldn’t stop looking.” You blushed. “You think it’s cute?” Johnny leaned down to kiss you on the forehead, his hands gently rubbing your hips. “I think it’s extremely cute. Don’t ever think you have to hide your body from me, sugar, I could stare at it all day if you let me. Come on, let’s go inside so I can tell Bam you said yes.” You followed him towards the door, raising an eyebrow. “Of all the people you chose to be your wingman, you chose Bam?” Johnny laughed. “I had to, he was the only one of the crew who hadn’t said anything about trying to get to you before I do.” Your eyes widened. “The rest of the crew like me, too?” Johnny shook his head. “Pretend I didn’t say that, I don’t need any more competition than I already have.” You smiled, moving to hold his hand. “You don’t have any competition. You’ve always been my favorite guy to get coffee for, after all.” Johnny grinned. “Sugar, you have no idea how much that means.”

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