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your-nanas-house · 3 months

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more dark!tommy smut!!!! 🥹❤️🙏

Yup! Wasn't so sure if you wanted the same trope as the previous fics I wrote so I tried something else. 🥰

His fookin' wife

◇ Pairing: Dark!Tommy Shelby X wife!reader

◇ Warnings: heavy DUBCON, angst, Tommy being mean and a man of that period, MISOGYNY, arranged marriage, curses and violence, age gap (both off age).

◇ Summary: Tommy reminds his wife of her place.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. Honestly... I hate the way I'm writing so I will apologise for my writing as well. Hope you enjoy 🙇🏼‍♀️.

All his thoughts came to an end as soon as she almost reached the front door.

His big calloused hands moved on their own grabbing quickly but firmly her waist from behind, so to pull her body back and grip her thighs tighly.

A deep inhale followed his actions, making the younger woman shiver as his warm breath brushed teasingly the shell of her ear.

Different emotions kept swirling inside of Tommy, his breath became heavier as his low and seductive voice interrupted the silence in the entrance to their house. Their... since it was hers as well, as soon as he put a ring around her finger three years ago, because of an arranged marriage.

The man could feel his wife's body tensing at his touch, but it just sent a shiver down his spine. His primal instincts kicking in fast, getting into him like a bullet.

"W-What are you doing?" Y/n's weak and panicked voice asked in a whisper, making a small smirk appear on his handsome face. His tongue dared out to wet his lips before he could place them on her neck, feeling her quick pulse against them.

"What do you think I'm doing?" He purred out, inhaling her scent before continuing to speak... his voice way lower and predatory than before. "I'm not going to let you leave the house until I'm finished with you, love—"

" —Or would you rather just leave and go and talk to those Italian lads again?" He mocked, anger and jealousy clear in his tone while his grip tightened at the mere movement of hers... causing the young woman to get even more scared of what was happening.

The prospect of being intimate with her arranged husband sounded... weird to her; he never acted like that with her, just once when he was drunk. Besides that night, their honeymoon of years before had been pretty much cold and calculated, he simply prepared her before stealing her virginity with a harsh thrust and little conversation.

No love or emotions besides lust present in that moment of their life.

The panic and fear made her try to escape his grip, just wanting to leave the house already to mind her own business and not discover this more carnal side of her man. A bad idea since Tommy reacted quickly, now holding her closer against his chest, his hips pressing harder against the soft curves of her covered ass while his cock reacted positively at the situation.

"Oh no, you're not getting away that easily... There's no escaping me, darling. I'm going to keep you right here with me so there's no point in trying to free yourself." His low and threatening voice informed her before continuing after a soft growl caused by the wiggling of her body.

"I'm not going to let you leave unless I say so, and I'm going to keep you here all for myself, as your husband.... as your man."

It has been too long since he had been with his Y/n like that, and the fact that she was fighting him caused him to crave her even more. Her teasing and panicked movements were driving him crazy with lust, the way her curves kept pressing back against his front... brushing his now rock-hard cock just made the blue eyed man want to slam her against the nearest surface and take her like he was craving since a while.

Y/n was sweating cold, her heart beating crazily as her mind raced with lots of different thoughts... her body jolted again at his touch and he pressed her harshly against the cold front door of their house.

A breathy groan left the dark haired man's body as he pinned her against the wood, his hips now grinding against her ass... as his left hand held tightly her wrists together so that his free one could raise up the fabric of the dress she was wearing.

"Fucking hell, luv" Tommy cursed at the view of her exposed lower half, his hand colliding with her right ass cheek, making her whimper at the stingy sensation and whine when he knealed harshly her reddening skin.

"Missed your damn body" he added with a breathless growl, position his bulge between her legs as he pulled roughly her underwear up and leave place to his boner to rub on her butt, nudging her sacrum with each movement.

Y/n's body kept hitting softly the door as Tommy made her move with his tempo, his breath getting heavier and faster just like his thrusts.

His free hand, which had reached for her chest without success, moved now down her spine till his fingers could start to undo his belt and pants... sending a shock of fear in the young woman's body.

At the sound of the belt hitting the floor, her eyes widen and her feet moved on its own, stepping on Tommy's and catching him off guard for a couple of seconds. Allowing her to try to run away, heading quickly upstairs as he just watched her with a predatory smirk on his face... his hand picking up the belt from the ground before he rushed behind her.

"It's useless, I told you already... such a-fiesty-little-wife" Tommy spat with gritted teeth as his hand grabbed a firm hold on her ankle before pulling and making her fall down the stairs so that his body could be pin hers easily.

His broad chest now pressing against her small back as his hand pulled her hair so that her face was tilted towards him

"Don't you wanna be a good wife for your husband, luv?" The older man purred against her jaw, leaving wet kisses as his other hand traveled between her breasts to undo her dress and let easier access to her chest.

"I think we need to revise your duties as a wife and... as a woman.... my woman" Tommy spat out, before pressing her head against the moquette of the stairs, unbothered by the discomfort he was causing her by holding the soft skin of her cheek against that material.

His hold on her hair got tighter as his other hand traveled down, between her legs... moving skillfully aside her panties before thrusting one finger in while he circled roughly her clit.

His eyes closed and he groaned softly at the small thrusts of her hips cause by the jolts of pleasure he was giving her. All rubbing against his aching cock so well.

As Thomas opened his mouth again his tone was more dominating and demanding even if it was breathless

"Just like that... fuck" he cursed softly, opening his pants quickly to pull out his lenght and start grinding roughly against her lower back... his fingers still working their magic.

Y/n's whimpers and muffled cries didn't stopped his monologue after he started it. Telling her what she should have known already... how it was her duty as a wife to stay home, to keep the house in order for her husband. To listen to her husband and to be faithful to him. To support him in his business and to satisfy his needs whenever he wanted... since he was her husband.

Each point of the list was followed by a thrust of his hips and a soft groans of pleasure.

"You need to keep the home clean, to cook meals, and being faithful to your husband... you fookin'— need to look presentable and appealing at all times, making sure to be feminine and seductive for your husband whenever he wants it. Fookin' need to make sure the children are always kept up and taken care of, and you need to take— care of your husband's emotional needs as well" he continued, his groans interrupting his monologue a couple of time as he slowly approached his peak.

His cremaster muscle contracted and his jaw clenched as a soft hiss escaped his lips... his grip tightened around her hip and on her hair, making her scalp burn. Till a couple of thrusts later when he came with a low groan of her name... his cum landing on her precious dress and bare ass.

Y/n's body kept trembling due to the pleasure and the little act he was playing, teasing her cunt since he started to speak to make her desperate and needy for him.

"Understood, love?" Tommy's sweet tone, boomed in her empty head as tears kept wetting her cheeks. A soft yelp escaping her mouth when his hand slapped her pussy, hitting her clit harshly to make her squirt on him and the fabric of the moquette.

The young woman was breathing heavily, a soft sob interrupted the silence followed by a playful slap on her cheek as she kept nodding at what he asked her.

"That's a good woman, eh" Thomas hummed in a mocking tone, before getting carefully up... his icy stare remaining on her as he pumped his softening cock a couple of times

"Now up, on your feet" his business voice kicked in, more authoritarian and dominant than before. His heart was beating fast and his lust was growing even more as the time passed.

Y/n did as he said, forcing herself up on trembling legs; the shock of intense pleasure still making her head feel light and relaxed but exhausted.

As the soft, low voice of her husband smoothed her... his tender praises working as soft caresses after a harsh slap.

"That's a good little wife" he hummed out again, leading her to their bedroom as his lips kept brushing against the side of her bare neck.

"Get undressed for your husband, love" Tommy demanded, stroking her hip as he took care of his own clothes. His eyes never leaving her body as she did what he asked her, looking at him still scared but eager to feel such a surprising sensation again.

The older man's big hands pushed her softly down on the bed by the shoulders, before letting them travel softly up to her face... cupping her cheeks to make her look directly in his eyes "That's way better, isn't it, love?" He asked in a whisper, leaning down to kiss her and let her desire win over her negative thoughts.

A deep sigh left her mouth as a ticklish sensation formed on her skin while Tommy's hand traveled and explored it just like his lips. Resting tenderly against her sternum to place a hard kiss on it... a kiss that started the path of more kisses around her chest and ended with his lips wrapped around her erect nipple.

His calloused hands spread carefully his wife's bare legs, allowing him to move between them with ease while his warm tongue swirled and his lips sucked sensually, moving away with a soft pop.

"Been dying to feel your pretty warm mouth around my cock, honey" he murmured softly, brushing his nose against her jugular up to her face

"Or to feel your hands... breasts.... ass... squeezing me till I'm satisfied—" he continued, stopping just to let a throaty groan leave his body as his tip got squeezed by Y/n's cunt.

Her eyes closed quickly at the feeling of his thick lenght forcing itself inside of her tight pussy... causing a burning sensation that was eased down by the quick movements of Tommy's fingers on her clit

"Fuckk... darlin', if you keep squeezing me like this it won't last long" he murmured through a hiss, snapping his hips forward so that his cock was now fully swallowed by her pussy which held him like a vice.

Her juices started to wet his thighs shamefully as he pressed himself as close as possible to feel the bulge caused by his cock in her lower belly.

"You fookin' loving it, eh?" Tommy asked teasingly, sloppy kissing her lips as she tried to say 'yes' after a choked moan.

And it was true, she was loving it... her body was loving it.

When her husband started to move inside of her, she felt tears gathering in her eyes at the contrast of his firm and quick but still sensual thrusts and his tender, loving kisses.

It was different from the quick fuck on the stairs or the cold sex they had during the honeymoon, he wanted to show her and make her take the right choice... either be fucked like a useless whore or like his wife.

The message was clear and his demeanour was really fucking with her mind just like his body was doing to hers.

She was his wife... his wife.

He kept repeating it as he slowly reached his peak again, his firm but loving grip forced her to look him in the eyes as her back arched and a silent moan left her body. Her toes curled against the cold sheet of their bed, making her realize how warm her body actually was at that moment.

"Fookin' hell, cream around my cock, love" Tommy ordered, lost in pleasure... snapping his hips forward a couple of times before going for a deeper one and stop right there.

His sharp jaw dropping as a moan left his mouth, his seed shot inside of her cunt as curses and praises joined the moment. She could feel it and she was sure that it would have caused consequences as well as a drastic change in their life.

Y/n Shelby... was Tommy's wife.

Only his, his damn property and.. woman. Not anyone else's and he had just proved his point.

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yanderestarangel · 7 months

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⸺:･ﾟ✧ CRYBABY | BI HAN X AFAB READER

TW: unreliable narrator, mourning, blood, death, smut, mentioned death, hallucination, angst.

Everyone in the Lin Kuei wondered if Grand Master Bi Han ever had any type of feeling, besides hatred, anger and a sadistic and morbid pleasure in power. And the answer was yes, but no one would ever know, no one could see the hard, well-built shell he had made of himself for so long.

But, one person knew and that person was you... Or better said, it was you.

The fog of the cold winter corroded anyone's bones, but Bi Han felt nothing, being with you there, beneath him, making hot and passionate love with bodies drawn in a divine brush and venerated by mortals. Bi Han shed some tears, as always, he was a crybaby but only you knew that. The emotions so guarded and engrained for so many years, all the rapturous encounters of lust stood out.

"-Why are you crying, Bi Han?" -You asked in a soft voice, bringing one of your hands to meet the smooth skin of the man's face above you, staring at the brown immensity of his iris, while more tears fell from his eyes, eyelashes stained by salty drops as he whispered "sorry" softly moving his hips again, moans were heard, echoing through the dark and freezing night of a dark winter.

"-I'm alone, without anyone... Without anything, you're my last hope, you know me like no one else (Y/N)... I want this to last forever I-" -Bi Han spoke with a voice weak and vulnerable, it was one of the few moments that he allowed himself to be himself, when he was with you, he didn't have a cold and cruel heart, he was just angry with the future and present, the present was painful with the death of his mother , with the guilt of having let his father die for the greater good with the fear of the future, losing you... You.

Bi Han continued moving, skin on skin, the wet sound resonating through the walls, a touch of love and possession and fear, the feeling that gnawed at the man's already shaken heart and soul, he groaned as he felt your warm touch on his cold skin. Of him, he couldn't tell you how much he loved you, how afraid he was of losing you, he wanted to be the perfect man for you but he knew he was just an assembled reflection of what he once was.

"-You're a crybaby, Bi Han..."

You smiled, that smile that always warmed him, drying the tears that still insisted on falling more and more, making him place a chaste kiss on your forehead, while placing his lips to yours, whispering more and more uncertain promises that were lost by the wind that now let the requiem play, purifying your soul, distilled by a man who once loved you.

He still kept his wedding clothes, locked in a box in his room. Bi Han always arrived in the room after training, picking up the fine fabrics with a little dust, but even that didn't stop him from bringing the clothes up to his nose, feeling your perfume already spreading in the air while he felt his heart beat and ache, the Longing rotted him inside. His brothers always saw Bi Han reciting his wedding promises and vows to himself as he walked around the house, a daily habit that no one dared question.

Everything was so fast that night, but Bi Han remembered it well... After all, he was the one who killed you, he knew it was an accident, but that would never cancel out the guilt of having your blood on his hands, not even in the worst hellish nightmares drawn By the worst devils, he would think about killing you, but he did.

He remembers... The poorly lit night, with only the blessing of the moon's rays guiding the way to one of the villages that was being attacked by some beings from the outer world, you insisted on going with him, after all, you were a Lin Kuei ninja too and he blames himself for letting you convince him so easily. He was distracted for just a few seconds, which led you to try to stop some invaders alone, but it didn't work, you were cornered and killed.

Killed because of him, a cruel and fateful accident.

He remembered the screams of agony and pain of the villagers, but everything had become silent from the moment Bi Han found his body, bleeding, with cold blood in the middle of the snow, he fell to his knees, breathing and feeling the world. He fell when he saw your lifeless eyes, the smell of blood entered his nose, while he picked you up, he wanted you to wake up again, tell him that everything was a bad joke and that he was a "crybaby" as you always called him, but now, your voice was mute, quiet, empty, there was no longer you in existence, just a pile of flesh, of what you once were, a lifeless piece, of what Bi Han once loved , a dead doctrine.

It was his fault, he shouldn't have given in, he shouldn't have let you go, he needed to be colder and stronger... But at what cost?

The shadows now haunted Bi Han, the quiet stillness, cut by the sound of running water that the man used to wash his own hands, he still smelled his blood, he felt dirty, he felt guilty, he wanted When that stopped, he couldn't even cry anymore, yours echoed in his mind, disturbed by endless mourning and punished by some mocking divine being. The grand master always returned to the same blizzard that your body was in, he looked at the ground, now clean and covered by a new layer of clean ice covering the sad reality that he saw on that red and unhappy night, he heard your voice, he saw your shadow, or something that his mind designed to be you.

"-It's okay... I can be real for you Bi Han."

"-Real to me...? You... Not real... Angels call (Y/N), return your night, go, don't stay in my chaste shelter, my chest is already sore... Go in the infernal storm that threw you here..." -Bi Han whispered, making the shadow disappear, a malicious joke from the man's own mind, death, grief, guilt and cold consumed him, the great master, was ultimately,a crybaby, but the little humanity he had left with you.

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battymommastuff · 1 year

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The Accident (Pt. 2)

Batmom x Batfamily Prompt: At least you did something...

TW: VERY DARK!!!!

Part 1

"She isn't making any progress. We've tried everything from electroshock therapy to simply giving her a journal to write her feelings."

You could hear your personal therapist talking to your husband...well ex husband by now. Your marriage died the day he put you in this damn place. What place? None other than Arkham Asylum. At first he could live with what you did, he understood what you did. Everyone understood why you did it, but what happened after...he couldn't live with it.

Bruce watched as his wife shut down. You became a shell of what you once were. The warm, welcoming mother that everyone knew you to be died. Something cold, and sinister was left in her place. The Gotham criminals began to fear you more than Batman himself. Batman held back...he pulled his punches. You...you didn't. You couldn't. This life, the scum of Gotham took your son away from you. How could Bruce just sit there and be okay with it?

Everything came to a boiling point when he walked into the manor with his newest sidekick, Tim Drake...

"Y/N, this is Tim Drake. He will be assisting us in our...work." Bruce said and rested a hand on the young man's shoulder. Instead of a warm greeting or a smile that one usually got when meeting Y/N Wayne, Tim got a stone cold glare.

"Jason's grave isn't even covered in grass, and you're already replacing him?" You growled as you stood from your seat on the couch. Tim flinched at your tone, and moved back a bit. He heard such good things about you. This wasn't how he was expecting things to go.

"Good job Bruce, get another kid...let's see how long he lasts before he's in the grave too." You spat before storming off. That night, you chose to go on patrol alone. While Bruce and Tim were doing their own thing, you were spending your night alone. As you sat perched on a ledge, watching the city that you've grown to hate, all you could think of was Tim. How could Bruce just move on so quickly? You weren't surprised. He spent most of that night scolding you and lecturing you for nearly killing the Joker. Now the bastard was in a coma, and you wished he was dead.

The sound of a woman screaming knocked you from your thoughts, and you looked down seeing the said woman blocking her young child from an attacker. You don't know what happened at that moment, but something snapped. You weren't going to let another mother's heart be broken, or the child's. No more families were going to be broken because of scum like this. You blacked out again, and this time you came to be pinned to the brick wall by Batman. Robin was hovering over the man you'd just beaten. He pressed two fingers to his neck then looked at Batman. Robin shook his head, and then looked at you. Instead of horror, or remorse...you smirked, "At least I did something." You whispered to your husband.

Now here you were, wasting away in the cells of Arkham. Eating food that was stale, and cold. It made you miss Alfred's cooking. Several inmates tried to gang up on you, and quickly learned why that was a bad idea.

"The doctors are beginning to fear her. She's got a rage inside of her that can't be tamed. Whatever set her off...doesn't seem to want to fade away." Your therapist looked over at you, chained to the table that you were forced to sit at. Bruce clenched his jaw as he looked at you. You'd lost weight, and your face was sunken in. You looked half dead.

"Then we'll find something new. I'm not giving up on her. If you can't help her, then I'll have to find someone who can." Bruce snapped. He knew that keeping you here would kill you in the end. You weren't made for a place like this. He wanted you home with him and Alfred. It was where you belonged.

Little did he know that the solution to his problem was going to be solved...

It would be several weeks later, close to when visiting hours would end. You were sitting in your cell with your back facing the door when you heard it open.

"Mom?"

That voice made your entire body go cold. Yes the tone was deeper, and a little gravely, but you knew that voice. The Gotham accent...it couldn't be anyone else. Slowly your head turned, and you nearly fainted when your eyes met the ones staring back at you...

To be continued...

(I know most wanted a pt.2 with Jason's reaction, but I got a little carried away lol. I promise I will make a pt.3 with his reaction!)

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noisynaia · 1 year

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Dreaming of You - Chapter five

Chapter title: I Get High On Your Memory

summary: An otherwise depressing night takes a turn when a pair of warm brown eyes belonging to a charming stranger lock with yours. Years later, at a different time of your life, a certain pair of brown eyes find their way back into your life.

word count: 3.9k

rating: E

pairing: Javier Peña x afab!reader

note: I'm sorry It took way longer to come out with this chapter than I had planned. I already have a good chunk of the next chapter written so hopefully there won't go so long between chapters again, but I am so happy to be back at it again. No use of (y/n). This has not been beta nor proof read and English is not my native language.

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…I get high on the memory that you sent through me

I get high remembering how good you feel

I deliberately think of you

And every little thing you do

I get aroused, high on the cloud whenever I want you…

Javier’s thoughts are all over the place as he leaves the bookstore. Of all the women his dad could have been talking about when he said that a woman working in the little charity bookstore on Main Street had mentioned that she had met him he would never have guessed that it was going to be you. He is a little surprised that you even remember him, but he can’t help but feel glad that you do, cause he sure hasn’t forgotten you.

He actually remembers you better than he probably should. He had gotten himself off to the memory of you multiple times after your night together. It had been a good night, and there was no doubt that he found you very attractive, but there was something more to it, something about that short encounter with you back in 92’ that had stuck with him. There was just something about that night with you that had been different, maybe it was because he had just been Javi that night. He had been agent Peña for so long at that point…

And now you live here in Laredo, married to Bruce fucking Price of all people, looking just as beautiful as he remembers you. Javier doesn’t know what to think about all this, or if he even should think anything about it. He doesn’t actually know you, after all.

He knows Bruce Price though. He went to school with him. They had never been close, ran in different crowds, but they had been on friendly enough terms. Javier shakes his head, pulling out a cigarette and his lighter, placing the cigarette between his lips. It’s too fucking early but he suddenly feels desperate for a drink. He sighs at himself before cupping his hand around the unlit cigarette, flicking his lighter as he sucks fire into the tobacco, letting the smoke escape through his nose with a deep sigh.

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You roll into your driveway a little after noon, your shifts at the store are never long. You are still feeling a little shell-shocked by the encounter with Javier this morning. You don’t know how you’re feeling, or even how you should be feeling so you decide to try and not think about him, even though it is difficult. You lock your car and rush inside, it’s boiling outside and you could use something cold to drink. You pour yourself a tall glass of lemonade from the fridge before going outside to the backyard patio, to drink your lemonade and smoke, the book you’re currently reading tucked under your arm. Bailey follows you and lays down at your feet. You smile at her, and she soon starts to snore softly, the heat always tiring her out.

You start reading, but you have a hard time concentrating, you keep reading the same paragraphs over and over and your book is soon discharged. You instead look out over your backyard, you had no prior experience with gardening but you are proud of the few things you have managed to plant. Your eyes land on the tall sunflowers that are gently nodding their big, yellow flowerheads in the mild wind. They are your pride and glory and the first thing you knew you wanted to plant when you moved into the house. You have always loved sunflowers, but now all they do is remind you of Javier again.

You sigh as you ash your cigarette, so deeply lost in your thoughts that you don’t hear the car pulling up in your driveway or the front door opening. You jump a little in your seat as you are being pulled out of your daze by Bruce’s voice as he steps out on the patio. It is way too early for him to be home, he is usually earliest back around five or six in the afternoon, often first coming back home way later, you get worried that something has happened, but he doesn’t look distressed in the slightest.

“Hey, honey.” He says as he walks over to you, planting a kiss on the top of your head.

“Hi, you’re home early.” You say, looking up at your husband.

“Yeah, but I will have to go back to the office again. We are having some problems with some of the associates in London, so I will have to stay late tonight. I will probably first come home after you have gone to bed, so I thought I would come home and have lunch with you, you haven’t eaten yet have you?”

“Oh…” You are sad to hear that he has problems at work and that he has to stay late in the office, but it is not unusual, your husband seems to be constantly busy with work. “You should have called before you left, I could have gotten something ready for us.” You say, but he just shakes his head.

“Nah, I wanted to surprise you, besides I picked something up on the way, your favorite.”

You smile up at him, it is moments like this that you remind yourself that your life here in Laredo isn’t all that bad. “Sounds good.” You tell him with a smile.

“Come on, let’s eat, I have about an hour before I’ll need to drive back.” He says, reaching out his hand for you to help you up from the patio floor.

You are soon sitting around the dinner table, takeout boxes between the two of you as you eat your lunch.

“How’s your day been?” Bruce asks you as he pours himself some water.

“Oh, you know, uneventful like always.” You say, feeling a knot in your stomach, your day has not been as uneventful as always, you are once again reminded of your meeting with Javier, but you act like nothing. It should not have been an eventful meeting, it is only your silly mind that makes it into a bigger deal than it is.

“I feel like that is always what you answer.” Bruce says as he sets his water down.

“Well, my days just happen to be uneventful, what do you want me to say?” You say it casually, but you suddenly feel defensive, he knows that you don’t have much going on here, and you really don’t know how he expects you to give him a different answer with how your life is, he is the one who always shuts the idea of you getting a ‘real’ job down. You know that your life isn’t exciting, you are the one living it after all. You don’t want to admit it to him but you are bored, but most of all, you are lonely. It is something you are often trying to hide from him, but it is something that you are feeling on a daily basis. You don’t get to see your husband much and you don’t have any friends here, still the outsider.

It is scary how slowly time passes when you’re feeling lonely. It feels like all you do these days, besides your few hours at the bookstore and your daily walks with Bailey, is sit at home, reading or listening to music, waiting for Bruce to come back home while you smoke too many cigarettes just to try to keep the dark, gloomy feeling of loneliness at bay but with little success.

This hour with him, which should be a nice little moment together, somehow managed to be twisted into you feeling sad again. You know that he didn’t have any bad intentions when he said what he said, but his words still manage to hurt you. That's the thing with Bruce, he will say things that hurt you, but then you will feel bad for feeling hurt because you know that he never means to hurt you on purpose.

“I don’t know…” He just says, before strategically filling his mouth with food, so as to not have to come up with a better answer.

The two of you continue eating in silence for a while after this. You hate how quickly the mood has changed, you are still feeling sad and slightly hurt but you try to push through, forcing a smile on your face.

“At least lunch was a nice surprise.” You break the silence. Bruce smiles immediately at your words like the tension from before had never happened.

“I’m glad.” He says, extending his hand over the table for you to take. You sigh mentally, but you take his hand nevertheless, trying your best to smile back at him.

“Listen, I promise that I’ll get home early tomorrow, and then I’m taking you out to dinner and we will have a lovely evening, okay?” He says as he gives your hand a little squeeze.

“Okay.” You say. That actually sounds really nice, and now you are back to feeling bad for getting upset. “I just… I just feel lonely, that’s all.” You admit, feeling the familiar sting in your eyes that warns that tears are pressing on, you hate how weak your voice is as you say this, but it feels so good to finally say it out loud, a few tears falling from your eyes.

He squeezes your hand again. “It looks like I will have to fly over to get this problem fixed, that was actually what I wanted to tell you over lunch, but I promise that I will try and be home more after I come back again, okay?”

“Okay.” You say, a little sad that he has to leave you again so soon after you have admitted to feeling lonely, but you also know that it is his job and even though he surely could get someone else to do it he’d rather do it himself. You will take what you can get.

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Javier removes his dusty boots before stepping through the screen door and into the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water, which he quickly downs, setting the now empty glass down on the counter before walking into the living room. He throws himself down into one of the comfy armchairs with a sigh, rubbing his hands over his face before fishing out his lighter from his pocket, he absentmindedly starts to click it on and off, the little orange flame disappearing and reappearing again and again. He has just finished his work on the ranch for the day, feeling tired and worn out.

He is alone in the house, Chucho left in the morning for an overnight fishing trip with some of his old fishing buddies. It is weird, Javier has never had a problem with being alone before, but Colombia must have changed him. The ranch house feels too big when it’s just him–nothing to distract him from his own thoughts now that the work for the day is done.

Now his thoughts get to run wild, and since he saw and talked to you yesterday, they keep coming back to you. His thoughts keep circling back to your night together. The memory of how sweet and peaceful you had looked when he had walked back into your bedroom and found you already asleep after you had slept together. He remembers how badly he had wanted to crawl into the bed and lay down next to you and let sleep overtake him too.

He had not done that though, instead, he had sneaked out, leaving you without even as much as a goodbye, it was not because you didn’t deserve a goodbye—because you definitely did. It was just that he didn’t have it in him. That night with you had just been a little too good, he had enjoyed your conversations a little too much. He would be back on a flight to Colombia only a week later, and he would be agent Peña again, and the Javi he had been with you would be gone again.

So he had just left, picked up his clothes from the floor, and got dressed, but not before he had picked up your discarded dress from the floor too. He had neatly folded the delicate fabric and placed it on the little table next to your dresser. He was leaving your apartment to become a faint memory to you, but for some reason, he wasn’t able to do the same with you.

You kept tormenting his mind. He had figured that it must stem from the fact that he just had walked out without saying goodbye. Javier might have a reputation as a libertine skirt chaser, and that might also be true, but he was raised better than to leave in the middle of the night like that.

Javier doesn’t think he has given anyone flowers since he was a kid and gave his mother flowers on Mother’s Day unless you count a corsage at prom, but he had suddenly gotten this urge to send you some, and when he had seen the bouquet of bright, beautiful sunflowers as he had walked by a flower shop, he just knew that he had to get them for you. You had not deserved some pendejo like him walking out on you like that, and if it could help him feel like not as big of an asshole as he usually feels that would be nice too, but most of all he had just wanted to thank you for the nice night you had had together. At the time it had been a long time since he had had a night so pleasant and carefree, and he honestly doesn’t think he has had one since.

He runs a hand through his hair and sighs, he needs a distraction. In Colombia, he would have gotten himself laid, but he ain’t gonna do that here. Instead he gets up and walks to the phone, dialing Alvaro’s number to hear if wants to meet him for a drink at El Toro instead.

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You are met with the cool night air as you step out of the restaurant. Bruce takes your hand in his and you begin to walk down the sidewalk. He had parked the car a few blocks down the street, so you start walking hand in hand. The temperature has dropped from when you left home and the knee-length slip dress you’re wearing is not doing much to warm you, and a cold shiver runs over your arms. You would love it if Bruce would put his blazer around your shoulders, but he doesn’t seem to realize that you are cold, and you, for some reason, don’t ask him for the jacket, even though you know that he would give it to you if you did.

You wrap your free arm around yourself in an attempt to warm yourself without making it too obvious that you’re cold. If you had been a little smarter you would have brought a cardigan or a jacket, but it had been so hot earlier when you got ready that you hadn’t even given it a thought. Bruce begins to talk about his upcoming business trip to London, but you aren’t really listening, more focused on the sound of your heels clicking on the concrete as you try to pick up your pace to make the trip to the car go by faster, but with little luck as Bruce doesn’t seem to be in a hurry at all.

You keep your gaze fixated on the pavement, Bruce’s words going in through one ear and out the other as you get lost in your own thoughts. You feel a little bad that you aren’t listening to him, but you are tired, and most of what he is saying is just a repetition from your dinner conversation anyway. You had really looked forward to this dinner, Bruce had made it sound like it would be a type of apology for so often working late and to make you feel better after confessing that you are feeling lonely here in Laredo, but it had not been like you had hoped. He had kept talking about work no matter how hard you had tried to turn the conversation in another direction.

Your eyes focus more on the cracks and crevices in the concrete than anything else until you hear a man’s voice calling out a little further down the pavement, making you look up. You immediately recognize the man as Alvaro, one of Bruce’s old friends; they used to play soccer together back in high school.

You like Alvaro, he’s definitely one of Bruce’s friends you like best, but it is his companion that catches your eye. Wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and the same burnt umber leather jacket as he had back when you first met him, Javier…

“Price! What a pleasant surprise.” Alvaro exclaims, a smile spreading on his lips as you and Bruce approach. “And Mrs.” He adds, offering you a warm smile as you and Bruce now have reached them. You smile back, trying to look as normal as possible but your heart is suddenly feeling like it is going at a hundred miles a second.

Your stomach drops as Javier’s eyes meet yours and you feel how your grip on Bruce’s hand loosens and you, without even thinking about it, step a little away from your husband as you let your hand slip out of his, letting you wrap your arms around yourself.

“Long time no see.” Bruce says, clapping Alvaro on the upper arm companionably before turning to Javier. “And Peña! Thought I heard something about you coming back, it’s good to see you, man.”

Javier tears his eyes away from you to look at Bruce. You remember how Javier had asked you to say hi to Bruce for him, but you hadn’t done it. It felt too weird to mention Javier to Bruce.

“Yeah, you too.” Javier gives him a tight-lipped smile, one that doesn’t reach his eyes.

Bruce places a hand on your back, gesturing to you with the other to introduce you to the man. “This is my wife.” He says with a proud smile on his face, but you don’t see it, you are way too dumbstruck at the moment, the feeling of Bruce’s hand on your back while Javier stands in front of you feels weird, a nauseous feeling of guilt spreading in your chest and stomach. You have not done anything wrong, but the dream you had about Javier last week is gnawing at you. You know that you can’t control your dreams but you can’t help but feel guilty, the memory of Javier’s touch is like an intrusive thought that has been plaguing you since he had come back into your memory.

Bruce tells Javier your name, not aware that the other man already knows it. “This is Javier, we went to school together.” Bruce tells you, and Javier’s gaze goes back to you, he extends his hands for you to shake, like the two of you are meeting for the very first time.

“Nice to meet you.” He says, the deep baritone of his voice sending a shiver down your spine, it is like you are hit by an electric shock when his big, warm hand engulfs your smaller one.

“You too.” You answer. You think you manage to sound somewhat normal despite feeling anything but.

You let go of Javier’s hand, but the warm feeling of his touch lingers on your skin, your palm keeps tingling long after.

“It’s actually perfect timing that we ran into you guys.” Alvaro says before ashing his cigarette. “I’m throwing a little party on the 22nd, you two should totally come!”

“Ah, sorry man, sounds great, but I’ll be in England on the 22nd.” Bruce tells him, but you are only listening to their conversation with half an ear. It is first when you hear your name being spoken by Alvaro that you are being pulled out of the daze that Javier’s touch had sent you in.

“Sorry, I think I just got caught in my own thoughts there for a second.” You say, feeling a bit embarrassed, but Alvaro just smiles friendly at you.

“I just asked if you wouldn’t want to come anyway.”

You really appreciate Alvaro’s friendliness and attempt to make you feel welcome, but you still know you aren’t gonna come, he will probably be one of the few people you know, and the two of you are at most good acquaintances.

“It sounds nice, but I-” You start but you are interrupted by Bruce.

“That is a wonderful idea! You said you felt lonely right, this will be a good way to make some friends, right babe.” He says in a way too cheerful tone. You know that he means well, but you feel your stomach drop and embarrassment wash over you. You had told him about how you are feeling lonely in confidentiality and even though you know that it isn’t something to feel ashamed about you can’t help but feel embarrassed that Bruce just informed both Alvaro and Javier that you are feeling lonely and don’t have any friends…

Both of the other men seem to sense discomfort. Alvaro gives you a compassionate look in a way that expresses that it is more from Bruce’s clumsy words than the fact that you don’t have any friends here, and you are very thankful for that. Javier, on the other hand, sends Bruce a somber look, which your husband seems to miss entirely.

“Well, you don’t have to decide now but it would be nice if you came. I promise that there will be cooler people there than us two knuckleheads.” Alvaro says to you, pointing between himself and Javier at the last part. This finally makes you smile.

“I’ll think about it.” You promise him, smiling at Alvaro before stealing another glance at Javier. So he will be there, huh…

“Great.” Bruce says, completely unaware of how he had made you feel. “ It was great to see you guys, but I have to go to the office early tomorrow so we better get going.”

“Of course. We also can’t have your wife standing out here in the cold the whole night…” Javier says and you can’t help but notice how his strong jaw tenses.

“No, you’re right.” Bruce says, looking a little startled before looking back at you, finally noticing how you’re shivering, quickly slipping off his jacket to drape it over your shoulders.

“Thank you.” You mumble to him, but your thanks goes more to Javier than your husband.

“Don’t mention it babe.” Bruce smiles at you, unaware of the stern look Javier is sending him. Bruce bids the two men goodbye before placing his hand on the small of your back, leading you down the sidewalk, you sneak one last glance back over your shoulder, your eyes locking with Javier’s before you finally reach Bruce’s car and he disappears into the bar with Alvaro.

…High from the feeling you give me (high from the feeling you give me)

Even though you're not with me (though you're not with me)

Together, we made a memory (together, we made a memory)

What's wrong with a touch of ecstasy?...

I Get High, Freda Payne

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multifandoms27-blog · 10 months

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Bucky Barnes Relationship HC's

It was my birthday this past weekend, and this is my birthday gift to myself. Hope y'all enjoy!

Content: (mostly) Post CW Bucky x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Talk about PTSD, (minimal) couple fights, cheesy Bucky lol

Notes: Bucky is working with the Avengers in this

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Something everybody seems to agree on, is that Bucky is clingy.

When he's away on missions, he tries to call you every night so he can hear you before bed. When you're away on missions, he can't sleep until you call him. You forget one night? Oh well, he's not sleeping. He's worried about you but he won't mention it to anyone else. He'll silently freak out by himself until you call.

He has nightmares, he likely always will. This makes him kind of a bad bedmate, but he doesn't mean to move so much. I would suggest taking melatonin so you can get some actual sleep.

Speaking of his nightmares, when he wakes up from them, he never wants to wake you. 9/10 times though, you've been awake for a little bit before him. He feels bad, and sometimes he'll run from you, or he'll seek out comfort.

If he runs from you, it's because he can't handle human interaction in that moment. PTSD reactions or waking up from nightmares make people feel very vulnerable, and some don't like feeling that way, and run somewhere they know is safe for them to hide until they calm down. Think of a turtle hiding in it's shell.

If he seeks out comfort, it'll go something like this;

Bucky yells as he shoots up, eyes wide and glossy. His body feels too cold despite being under the blanket with you, like he's overexposed. He looks around the room as he breathes heavily, trying to slow his heart rate. Nobody else is in here. Nobody but him and you. That's right, he...he got away.

His gaze shoots over to you as you stir and look up at him. You two stare at each other for a moment before you speak. "Nightmare?"

Bucky swallows his spit and nods. You adjust a little before lifting up the blanket. "Want some cuddles, Bucky?"

Bucky nods wordlessly, quickly settling next to you. He can feel your warm arms sliding around his body, encasing it with a certain weight that comforts him. He's here, next to you, safe and sound. No injuries. No fighting. No more being cold.

"Wanna talk about it?" You mumble against his skin.

"Don' feel like it right now, doll." Bucky wraps his arms around you, pulling you impossibly closer. "But...thank you."

"Yeah, of course." You nod, yawning. "Love you, Buck."

"Love you too, (Y/n)."

Normally, Bucky is pretty playful with you. He'll be flirty with you, share jokes, tell you anything and everything that's on his mind, and sometimes will just take your hand and start dancing around with you. He'll teach you how to waltz if you don't know how already.

He likes to learn about newer century stuff with you, but be patient with him if he doesn't understand something.

Although sometimes, he likes to learn different pieces of media and surprise you with his knowledge later (like in FATWS when he knows about the Hobbit)

It's also no secret that he's such a romantic. You cannot tell me this man wouldn't keep track of your anniversaries and birthdays every year.

You were making yourself a snack in the kitchen when Bucky walked in with a smirk. You looked up and gave him a smile. "Hey handsome, how you doing today?"

"Very well, now that I've seen you." Bucky strides to you.

"Oh? You weren't doing well before?"

"I'm at my best when my best girl is here." Bucky gently brings your hand to his lips, giving it a kiss.

You feel your face heat up, and Bucky chuckles. He loves when your face gets all rosy. He then turns your body to face him fully, your left hand going on his shoulder and your right hand staying in his own. His free hand goes to your waist, and he opens his mouth to speak again. "FRIDAY, play A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square by Glenn Miller."

FRIDAY made a small beep before answering, "Certainly."

You heard the old 40's crackle in the song as the man sang, and Bucky led the waltz around the kitchen island. No matter how many times you two have waltzed, neither of you can pry your eyes away from each other. As the song ended, Bucky stopped your movement, and just swayed in place. You moved your arms up to his neck, and his other hand went to your waist. Bucky gave you a soft, sweet kiss as the last musical note ended.

"Happy anniversary, doll."

"Oh Buck, you romantic." You grinned. "Happy anniversary, my love."

He'll also write you love letters if he's away on a mission for a while. He's not quite the poet, but he tries, lol. It's one of the only things left of him you have after the snap. That also means on birthday cards and stuff, you'll find his love notes for your eyes only, detailing how you make him feel, his favorite things you did that day, how you illuminate his life, it's all very cheesy. I love him.

Gets you bouquets of flowers because he saw them and thought of you (cause the flowers were pretty).

If you're into LOTR/Hobbit and show him the movies, he'd be ecstatic. He really liked the Hobbit when it came out, and to see it in movie form with you makes it so much better.

He'd want to be into your interests too. He wants to watch your favorite movies, see your favorite shows, know/read your favorite books, etc. He wants to connect with you on every level. He's stuck to you like glue.

Fights with him rarely happen, but it happens if he's already in a bad mood or is tired from a mission. The arguments can turn nasty, and he really doesn't mean to, but the person he loves and trusts the most is angry at him right now - so it's only fair he's the same way, right? Wrong, that's just the PTSD talking.

You two don't tend to stay mad at each other for very long. The most he has managed to stay mad at you was two days, before he was trying to find a way to apologize, unless you apologized first (depending on the situation). He likes being able to talk through the problem with you, it makes him smile the brightest smile after the issue is resolved, no matter how small. Not even Tony could break his stride.

He's not too fond of extreme PDA, but he'll keep his arm around your shoulders and give you a peck on the cheek here and there. Although, to annoy Tony or Sam, he might just grab you and give you a big, wet, passionate kiss on the lips. But what he'll never do is smack your ass or make any sexual remark or gesture in front of the others. He wants to keep your dignity and whatever is left of his.

Also expect random compliments here and there. Even if you're doing the most menial tasks, or on your lazier days.

You were texting Wanda while waiting for your toast to be done, yawning. You were in baggy lounge wear, and you hadn't done your morning routine yet. Bucky walked in, his hair already brushed and clearly ready for the day. He stops and looks you up and down before leaning against the doorframe, letting out a whistle.

The whistle makes you look up and give him a smile. "Morning, Buck."

"Morning sweetheart." Bucky flashed you a grin.

You just chuckled, then turned to grab your toast as it popped out. Bucky came up behind you and put his hands on your hips, leaning down to kiss your shoulder. "Why're you so cute, huh?"

"I'm not a mirror, Buck."

"Oh, you're mistaken. I'm very clearly looking at my wonderful girlfriend." Bucky laid his head on your shoulder, giggling at his own remark.

Your face heats up, even though he's said this to you multiple times before. "Aw, Buck..."

He kisses your shoulder again, moving his arms so they fully wrap around you. You take a bite of your toast, then move it to him to offer a bite. He bites into the toast and hums, satisfied.

When you guys go to bed, he's almost always big spoon. He likes holding you and protecting you. What better way to do that than holding you close while you both sleep? It's also a soothing way to get him to sleep. He feels your body move as you breathe - it's like the calmest sleep asmr for him, haha.

But that means if you get up to go to the bathroom or get a glass of water, he's waking up too. In his dreams he can feel something moving against him, and that causes him to wake up and make sure you're okay. Sometimes he'll wait for you to get back and pretend he was asleep, other times he'll follow cause he doesn't want to be alone.

If he has a nightmare though, he moves in his sleep. So his body will pry himself away from you, but it gives him a better chance to run and recover by himself if he needs to.

Definitely feels like you're the girl he's gonna settle down with. He just hopes you like the ring he picked out.

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Marinette scrolled through her contacts, struggling to keep herself covered by her blanket with one hand whilst using her phone with the other. She kept the hand just barely outside of the blanket, enough for her to see but without sticking it too far out of the cocoon of warmth she'd crafted for herself.

It was freezing, and moving was not an option, As she was sitting on her chaise lounge with her bed's blanket around her, she couldn't go to her computer nor do any of her usual hobbies that involved—well, anything. She could've downloaded a game on her phone to play, but she didn't need to end up becoming addicted. The last thing she wanted was to be featured in an article titled Paris Goes Up in Flames While Ladybug Works On Her Fictional Hamster Restaurant.

She'd just have to call someone. Her contacts were vast with all the people she'd gotten to know or needed to exchange numbers with, but the actual options were limited. There were certain expectations of what kind of call she'd get depending on the person, so instead of the name of the person, she pictured what she expected to get if she called them.

Drama, anxiety, gossip, more anxiety, crafts—ah—!

She stopped on one contact in particular, tipping her head back and letting out a triumphant exhale. It was after sunset, so she knew he wouldn't be working. She could only hope that he didn't mind being called.

Putting the phone to her ear, she waited. The rocking ringtone had her bouncing a bit, but she was careful not to move so much that it undid her cocoon.

Eventually, a click followed and Luka's familiar voice greeted, "Hey, Marinette."

She hummed contentedly, already feeling soothed. "Hi. Sorry if I interrupted anything."

"No. I left my phone on my bed when I went to get a drink," he explained, having already guessed (correctly) that it was the amount of time it took for him to pick up that concerned her. "How are you?"

"Nnngh," she whined at the mention. "Cold. My parents went away for the weekend and I don't want to warm up the whole house just for me." Pouting, she added with spite, "I think the space heater's in their bedroom, but they locked the door before they left."

"Ah." She could practically hear the sympathetic frown. "...You could break in?"

She snorted, knowing exactly what he was referencing, "I'm only an expert in sneaking into TV studios, not breaking into people's bedrooms. Besides, it's too cold to move anyway. Maybe the lock is frozen."

"Can I help?" He sounded genuine in the request despite not being there himself. The question made sense since she'd called: either she needed something from him or just wanted a distraction.

Marinette stalled on answering. Thinking it was one thing, but she feared it might sound embarrassing coming out of her mouth. A friend could say it to another friend without them feeling like it was weird, right?

"Uh, well... you already are?" She curled in further on herself, like a turtle trying to draw into its shell. "I thought it'd help with the cold if I called someone, and you... were the warmest person I could think of...?"

There was a sound on the other line - it could've been a word, could've been a choke, could've meant nothing at all - but then there was only silence. Marinette pulled the phone away to check the call, confirming that it was still going.

Finally, Luka spoke again, "I'll come over."

"W-what?" She put the phone back to her ear. "Right now?"

She could faintly hear footsteps as he replied, "I can help you stay warm."

"Wait—" She cut herself off when she heard a noise as if Luka had hit or stumbled over something, but he didn't make any acknowledgment or yelp over it. "Luka, you can't! It's too cold outside!"

"Maybe," he acknowledged, "but then I'll be at the warmest place I could be."

And then the call cut off, presumably as Luka hung up to leave. Marinette gaped at her phone's screen, then outright dropped her phone into her cocoon and fully submerged herself into it.

He called me warm!

Things had been like that ever since he had confessed to her, or maybe ever since they'd started work on the music video. She wasn't quite sure, but they'd definitely spoken and done more with each other as of late.

Either way, he was coming and she finally had something motivating enough to make her get up, taking the blanket with her.

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Marinette was sitting at the bottom of the stairs, feeling strange about being close to the bakery without the warmth coming with it, when there was finally a knock at the side door. Her head jerked up, seeing Luka past the glass, and hurried to open the door for him.

A gust of cold wind blew in, sapping the warmth from her and causing her teeth to chatter, but Luka was quick to come in so they could close it as soon as possible.

"It's even colder out there than I thought..." Marinette trailed off, taking Luka in. "...Where's your coat?"

"I c-couldn't find it," he replied, movements notably slower than usual as he pulled at the strap of his duffel bag to bring it in front of him, "b-but I grabbed everything that might help with the cold—"

She reached up, his voice cutting out as she touched his cheek. It was like ice against her fingertips, earning a gasp out of her. "You're freezing!"

He might've said something in defense of himself, but she wasn't listening. She knocked the duffel bag strap from his shoulder, grasped the far edges of her blanket, and immediately went in for a hug.

The cold coming off of Luka bit her in return, but she didn't let go. He'd gone through all the effort to come by and she'd been raised better than to leave a guest to be cold.

Besides, two friends could share a little body heat, and he would've refused if she'd offered the entire blanket since it would've left her cold. In that respect, it was a genius idea that only Ladybug could come up with on the fly.

He was stiff, his heart racing from what she'd assumed was him having run there, but then he hugged her back. She'd been anticipating all of the cold, yet it wasn't all bad. He was still warm in the traditional Luka way.

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After ensuring that he had recovered enough from the cold and had put his duffel bag back on, Marinette insisted that he share the blanket with her. There was a bit of back and forth over it considering the stairs, but ultimately they squished together and took the top corner on their side to pull towards their chest to keep at least their backs covered. There was no way the blanket would wrap fully around both of them, but they managed.

It probably wasn't doing a very good job of blanketing them, but it was equal and the only thing they could agree on. Surprisingly easily, they also went up the stairs in sync, as if stepping to a beat that only they could hear.

"Marinette," Luka began as they reached the top, looking around curiously, "did your power go out?"

"Hm? No."

While the lights were off and it was after sunset, it was still early enough that the light from the windows still made things visible enough. Besides, she had a plan in mind.

Pushing open the door to reveal the living room and kitchen, Marinette grinned in satisfaction at the feeling it brought her. She'd set up battery-powered candles strategically around the area, explaining as much to him, "Candles feel so much warmer than normal lights. I thought that if we couldn't deal with the real cold, we could deal with the cold in our minds. Atmosphere helps, you know?"

Luka stared - really stared - at their surroundings, taking in the full scope of her efforts. His mouth opened when he met her eyes like he had something to ask her, but stopped short and shook his head instead.

"Luka?"

"It looks great," he praised. "I feel bad that the food I brought doesn't match the tune though."

"Hm?" She glanced at his bag, reminded of what he'd said earlier. "Oh yeah! What'd you bring?"

Determined not to release the blanket, he fumbled with the bag one-handed until she used her free hand to hold it in place so he could pull the zipper back. Inside was something large and fluffy, as well as two cups of instant noodles, each in different flavors.

Regretfully, he admitted, "We were out of hot chocolate."

"No no, this'll work!" She hovered a hand over the two, but hesitated. "Uh, can I pick either?"

"I picked two in case you didn't like one of them."

"Oh." That reassured her that Luka was happy with either, so she snatched the one she preferred. "We should have an electric kettle somewhere to heat the water."

Which, of course, led to another problem: they'd committed to the blanket by then and thus didn't have both of their hands free to actually work anything. Marinette didn't doubt that she could do it all one-handed in a pinch, but it'd be a pain.

Then, remembering what they'd done with the duffel bag just a moment ago, she glanced at her hand and Luka's, noting amusedly, "We have two hands between the both of us?"

He snorted, raising his free hand to show his approval at the ridiculousness of it all.

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In the end, they worked together after all. Luka would open the cupboard, Marinette would get the kettle, he would turn on the sink while she held it, and so on. They struggled most getting the protective plastic off of the ramen cups, but it was fun and they managed with their level of teamwork.

She chuckled internally at the situation, imagining telling her partner as Ladybug that he was being replaced. Knowing him, that might be the one time he took something seriously, but it was funny to think about.

They did a little bit of clean-up while waiting for the ramen to be done, then carried both cups - utensils included - up to her room. Marinette had it set up in the same way as the kitchen, so there were more candles placed around to provide the perfect amount of warm lighting.

"Hold on," Luka requested. To Marinette's shock, he let his side of the blanket drop along with his duffel bag, putting his cup of ramen aside so he could slowly coax the large fluffy fabric out with both hands.

It was another blanket. She almost asked him why he hadn't used it before - not that she'd taken any issue with the results - but then the sound of something hitting the floor with a 'clack' got her attention. Searching for the source, she saw a large, unwieldy cable coming out from a spot in the fabric.

Ah. It was an electric blanket.

He laid it down on the floor and went to plug it in while she abandoned their original blanket on her chaise lounge. They both seemed to wordlessly agree that it was a better idea to sit on a harder and flatter surface to ensure that they didn't cause any spills with their cups.

When Luka returned from setting things up, they both sat on the blanket and fashioned the rest to go across as much of their lower body as possible. While it left their upper bodies exposed, they needed more room around their front to eat anyway and the ramen would likely do well enough in warming them.

"How is it?" Marinette asked while gathering up a good bit of her own with her utensil.

He hadn't actually eaten any yet, so she waited for him to take a bite. He chewed the ramen more slowly than expected, but she supposed he wanted to give her a proper answer.

"It's good." He glanced at hers as well. "What about yours?"

She took the bite, having been waiting for him to ask. It tasted good and everything, just as his did, but her takeaway was a pleased, "Warm."

They had a bit of a laugh before focusing on the food again. Marinette figured that she could've pulled out her phone and found something for them to watch while they ate, but it was actually nice just sitting with him and eating together.

While they ate, she found her gaze wandering to his ramen rather than hers, even though the only difference visually was the broth's color. It was strange how she'd been the one who got the first pick of the flavors, yet suddenly his was looking more appealing to her.

She kind of wanted to try it, but wouldn't it be rude to ask? It was only right that she make an offer first so things were fair.

"Luka," she called, preparing another bite of ramen. When he looked over to see what she wanted, she held it out to him. "Want some?"

His gaze went to the bite, then her, then back to the bite again. At first, she thought he might refuse her, but then he leaned in, opening his mouth and claiming what she'd offered him. The content hum that he let out afterward made her skeptical of his earlier implication that he liked both flavors equally.

Licking his lips in satisfaction, he asked in return, "Do you want some too?"

"Mhm~" She leaned in advance, trying to look prepared, not eager.

She didn't often have ramen, but she knew she'd tried the one that he'd had before. They must've changed the recipe too as, when she let him feed it to her, it tasted better than she remembered it being.

As she was chewing to savor it, Luka averted his gaze from her, though not looking at anything in particular. There was clearly something on his mind and she wondered if it had anything to do with what he stopped himself from saying earlier.

"...Marinette," he began slowly, "are you... comfortable with me?"

She tilted her head, having had no idea that had ever been a question for him. "Yeah, of course I am? Aren't you comfortable with me?"

He nodded. "I've always been comfortable with you, but I wouldn't blame you if you felt awkward after what I said at the TV studio."

"At the TV..." She blushed, the memory springing to mind immediately. "That? No, no way, why would I?"

He didn't answer, but she could tell that he didn't have a problem with what they were doing. He was just trying to understand, but understand what? She didn't get it. He'd confessed to her, sure, but they'd grown closer if anything else, so there was nothing to be confused by. She not only was doing everything he was doing on their little hang out in her home, but first, so if anything it was her who you'd think had the...

Marinette froze, even though she hadn't felt cold since Luka had gotten there. To say that a final puzzle piece was put in its rightful place wouldn't be accurate, as it was more like she'd been only playing with one when the entire rest of the puzzle dropped down to complete everything.

She hugged him for warmth for far longer than she should have, she pressed up against him and eagerly shared a blanket, she made sure that they continued sharing the blanket, she fed him and even wanted a bite of his food, and then there was the little detail of setting up candlelight.

Luka had been so befuddled by all of this because he'd confessed and she only got closer to him in response without explicitly telling him why that was. He could make assumptions, certainly, but he never liked to.

She stared down into the broth of her ramen, swirling it around while she gathered her thoughts. At the same time though, if she stayed quiet long enough, then Luka would no doubt change the subject to give her a way out.

She didn't want that.

"Do—" She pressed her lips into a thin line, mulling over the question once more. "...Do you want another taste?"

It sounded like a switch in topic and Luka treated it as one, nodding as if the discussion had never happened. He leaned towards her to prepare for another bite, but she silently set aside her cup of ramen. She took his as well, letting the two cups sit next to each other to leave their hands free.

Without another word, she took his confused face in her hands and kissed him. The salty taste of the ramen still lingered on his lips and hers, but she didn't care. She held him there, only able to hope that the gesture got her whole point across.

Especially because, as soon as she pulled away from his blushing face, she made a break for it. Leaving the electric blanket's warmth behind, she fled to the chaise lounge to her abandoned blanket and dove underneath, surrounding herself with it until it was like she'd made a protective dome around herself.

"I'm sorry!" she let out, even though it would sound slightly muffled to his ears.

There was a shuffling noise, followed by rapid footsteps that indicated Luka's approach. He sounded cautious, wondering aloud, "You're sorry... for kissing me?"

"No." Her answer was immediate. "Just... I-I wasn't used to things like this being like this."

Despite the nonsensical phrasing, he - being the fascinatingly understanding boy he was - somehow made sense of it. "...Being in love?"

"Mm," she hummed affirmatively. The chaise lounge's cushion underneath her shifted from the weight distribution and she knew that Luka must've sat down near her, so it was okay to be quieter as she elaborated, "It's never been comfortable before."

It sounded bizarre even though it'd come from her own mouth, but it was true. She'd done all manner of things for what she'd thought was love, most of them ending in either failure, outright humiliating herself, or both.

Yet, when Luka came along, the word "failure" didn't have a meaning in her relationship with him and she wasn't so anxious as to make a fool out of herself. They had already bonded as friends and he was happy with that - they both were - so where was the risk?

There wasn't any; just two teens who loved each other as both friends and lovers.

"You don't have to apologize," Luka assured. A lightness returning to his voice, he added, "But... I want to give you a taste too."

Marinette's face burned, and not entirely out of embarrassment. She'd come up with that line on the fly and he was actually rolling with it.

Slowly, she reached out for the edge of the blanket closest to Luka, lifting it up just enough to let some light pour in. He slid his hand right in front of the newly-made opening and, feeling prepared, she reached out and covered his hand with hers.

Pushing herself up with her other hand, she sat up and brushed the blanket back so it fell over her shoulders. Luka smiled fondly at her, grabbing at the electric blanket he'd brought with him on his lap so he could move and face her better. She helped him adjust until they were side-by-side against the chaise lounge's backrest, both laying on and being surrounded by the blanket's warmth.

Happy to fulfill his request, she let him caress her cheek and return her earlier kiss, all thoughts of ever having been cold before he arrived long forgotten.

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Sharing is caring | smut (original by: atzsslut)

important original author’s note : if any of you came from my old blog (well same user, but i accidentally, stupidly deleted everything), you would know that this was my most popular fic. now, i’ve re-written it and made it much better than before. i hope you’ll all like this! :) i’m also changing up my templates a bit :0

important rewriter author’s note : I am just a person that wants to make some female reader stories onto male reader stories, the original author is @atzsslut and I am not trying to steal his/her work in any moment.

pairing : (gamer)boyfriend!san x male/amab reader (reader is specified to be jongho’s age) ft. the rest of the members

smut : MALE READER, daddy kink, humiliation (but you’re a masochist so you like it), penetrative sex, san’s PACKING, dom/sub dynamics, consensual exhibitionism (through video call), sex on a gamer chair, heavy degradation, edging, multiple orgasms, biting, spit/cum play, creampie, manhandling, use of hitachi ‘magic wand’ vibrator, PURE FILTH.

summary : you two were freaky enough as is, but add to that by having sex on san’s gaming chair and having all seven of his friends watch him pound your hole. ♡ 5.43k words

smut under the cut, minors do not interact

Cold. You felt cold, all except for your backside. Pressed against your boyfriend, his thighs spreading yours open, warm in his tight embrace. Your hands were clutching the arms of his gaming chair, the constant cool air of the room making your legs shiver, and what was in between feeling sensitive, seeing that you wore nothing else under your short pants.

"Darling, it's a little rude to not greet our guests, right?" San purred into your ear, both of his hands playing with the ends of your terribly short pants, threatening to expose what was underneath.

His lips hit the shell if your ear, the tip of his tongue licking your soft skin to tease your already timid nature.

"I'm sorry." you quickly apologized, your wavering eyes trying to look confidently towards the monitor. But, you couldn't help but stare at his keyboard and repeatedly blink as you spoke, "Hi."

You weren't usually this shy in front of San's best friends, primarily since you've known some of them for years, but any boy in your position, literally and figuratively, would feel exactly how you felt.

The fact you were wearing a tight-fitted shirt, a short pants that San loved fucking you in, no underwear to be seen, and were sprawled out on San's lap—you had every right to feel sinfully aroused.

"Good boy," he responded with confidence laced into his voice, now one of his hands caressing up and down your bare thigh like he was petting you, "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

"No," you said quietly again, biting your bottom lip in nervousness. God, you wanted this, you agreed to this, but you couldn't help but feel timid during the actual occasion.

"Chin up, sweetheart. Let the boys see your pretty face."

"I—I can't." you admitted. San knew, and you knew he knew, that you were overwhelmed in the best way possible. You were visibly hot and bothered, and he could swear that you were already beginning to leak on his pants.

"Yes, you can. Come on, sweetie. They're all so, so eager to see how you look right now." his hand now tightened around your thigh as if to tell you 'don't be a brat,' and you understood well enough to obey.

Again, and with no answer this time, you didn't do as told. However, it was much too early for you to get punished, right? San would let this one slide, right? Wrong.

Suddenly, you felt a hand grip your jaw, forcing you to look up to the screen. Your eyes widened, your breath stopped, cheeks slightly squished by your boyfriend's fingers as you made eye contact with every one of the boys. And every one of them had a shit-eating smirk on their faces as they looked at you.

"God, baby." San spoke in faux disappointment, "You were being such a good boy today, and now when it's the main event, you choose to be a brat? Are you asking to get punished?"

"No!" you interjected, turning your head just enough to look San in the eyes.

"No, what?" he raised both his eyebrows, taunting you through the strands of hair covering a bit of his face.

"No, daddy." you added, not believing yourself for forgetting to say that.

"Awe," San pouted his lips and furrowed his eyebrows to mock you, now grazing your cheek with the same fingers that gripped it just seconds ago, "So cute of you to assume that you decide when you get punished."

You breathed in, looking back at the screen with the push of his hand. You could somewhat see the appearance being shot by the webcam at the bottom left of the screen, showing both you and San clearly on display. You could see and feel how San was beginning to slightly touch your core, inching closer with every move, exposing more of you to the other seven men.

Soon enough, they would all be able to see how wet you were getting without forgetting you also were super hard.

"Who's idea was it to have the Hitachi on-hand again?" San spoke, talking to his friends this time.

"Mine." Wooyoung replied, slightly raising his hand with pride as he pursed his lips in a smile. You weren't surprised by the slightest that it was his idea, knowing damn well from San that a lot of the sex advice he got was from Wooyoung.

"Thank you, Wooyoung." San started, "Now, because you thought of it, why don't you speak to my baby and tell her about what kind of punishment she'll be getting."

"I would love to." the grin still on his face. You could hear him roll forward with the chair he was sitting on, now laying his chin on one of his hands as he spoke to you, "Hi Y/N."

"H—hi." you greeted back, learning that it was better for you to speak than not speak at all.

"You look very, very handsome tonight, cutie." Wooyoung complimented, liking the doe-eyed look on your face, "Can I ask you something first before I tell you your punishment?"

"Sure." you nodded.

"Are you actually looking forward to having us watch you get fucked by Sannie?"

His question left you somewhat surprised, seeing that you had agreed to do this months ago and multiple times since then, to assure that everything was consensual. But it seemed that now it was actually happening; they all, including San, wanted to make sure that you enjoyed this.

In a way, it was a sweet gesture hidden in desire.

"Yes," you answered with only one word first. But before Wooyoung could speak again, you took in their consideration and realized you needed to be more vocal, "Yes. Very much so. I like this."

Your answer seemed to please them all, the atmosphere going from still to much more relaxed, much more sexual than before.

"I'm glad." Wooyoung paused before visibly checking you out once again, maybe for his own measures, "So, first, grab the Hitachi from the table before I give you any other commands."

"O—okay." you confirmed that you heard him, San also helping you lean forward to grab the vibrator from the table. "And then?"

"Patience, Y/N." his comment made you feel a little sheepish, having shown how eager you were. "Can I have San spread your legs a little wider so that we can see everything?"

You were, again, taken aback by the question but appreciated that he asked regardless. You nodded and said 'yes' once again, allowing yourself to melt more into San's body. Your hand gripped the Hitachi wand to not drop it, as your boyfriend adjusted his legs to spread yours more since he was under you.

Because of the movement, you were now on full display. Your aching tight hole and hard cock were now visible to the rest of the guys. There was no room for you to be shy anymore, not like before. The guys also felt the vulnerability you were experiencing, seeing that they were about to watch their friend's boyfriend get fucked.

"My, my~" another voice was now speaking, which you could easily recognize as Seonghwa's. "San was right. You look exceptional when you're turned on."

"Sannie.." you whined, furrowing your eyebrows as you looked back at him. You felt like punching him in the face for talking about you that way, but you couldn't necessarily deny that you found it hot.

However, the punching agenda was still considered when he smiled and said a meaningless 'oops, sorry.'

"He's not wrong, Y/N." Wooyoung said, "Now since you still need to get punished, set the wand on high."

"High?" you asked, not sure if you were hearing him right. The night had just started, and he immediately already wanted you to use the vibrator on high?

"Yes, place it against your pecs first. They seem a little neglected, don't you think?" Wooyoung cocked his head to the side, making himself seem like the usual playful person you normally knew.

You expected that he would've made San do it for you, but having you do it to yourself while you're propped on your boyfriend like a display piece for a public audience felt humiliating.

Then again, this was supposed to be your punishment. And a little humiliation never scared you off.

With your dominant hand, you pressed it first against your clothed, right nipple. Your body reacted with a slight jolt, shaken by the sudden contact with the sex toy.

Undeniably so, the buds on your pecs were already rather hardened because of how fitting the shirt was and the cold air, but having the vibrator touch you was a much more pleasurable sensation.

"A—ah~” you let out a small moan, but it was loud enough for the guys to catch.

"Move on to the other." you heard Yunho speak this time. You did as told and tried to subside your reaction following his words. Of course, it failed since they all could tell from your shut eyes and quivering figure that you were enjoying this.

"Good, you're already turning into the obedient slut I usually know." San commented, stimulating you further by kneading your pecs with both his hands.

"Now that you know what to expect," Wooyoung continued on, "Put it on your dick and keep it there until we tell you to stop."

This time, you used both hands to clutch the toy, inching it closer to your hard dick that was tingling with excitement. The buzzing sound of the vibrator was intimidating, but that wasn't what you were afraid of. What they would decide for you to do with it was what scared you.

The second the silicone hit your dick, you clenched around nothing and threw your head back against San's shoulder. An evident wail spilled past your lips, the pleasure of the vibrations immediately affecting your physical being.

"Feels good, baby?" San asked, knowing the obvious answer while still playing with your nipples..

"Yes—shit." you swore, pressing the head of the wand more onto your cock’s head. Usually, you would start with the lowest setting and gradually move to the highest to peak your orgasm, but having it immediately on high was a new feeling you had never experienced before.

Even San never set it instantly on high when he controlled it. Perhaps your boyfriend’s deviant cruelty wasn’t the worst, compared to what his friends seemed to have up their sleeves.

"You look so hot, Y/N." you could hear Jongho say this time, the one person you knew the longest out of the eight guys.

And for some reason, that made an evidently loud whimper come out of your throat, kneading and giving more friction between your cock and the vibrator.

Really, Jongho was the one to thank for your relationship. If he hadn't called San to pick him up that night, you wouldn't have met him. Perhaps sooner or later, since you were a good friend to Jongho. Though sooner was better than later.

You couldn't forget the look in San's eyes when he held out his hand for you to shake, the attractive beam that was his smile you adored, Jongho introducing him as 'Choi San,' his favorite (and only) Hyung from Namhae.

Frankly, you were stunned when San told you that Jongho was up for his crazy idea to have his friends watch him fuck you.

Unbeknownst to you, the reason why San wanted to do this wasn't that he tried to feed some fantasy he'd always had, but it was because of his bruised pride when his friends claimed that you seemed too “vanilla” to be able to follow his proclaimed, outwardly “kinky” self.

You weren't exactly "innocent" either, but you seemed like a saint compared to San and his sexual history. It was laughable, really, but not when you're already spilling sexual arousal all over your boyfriend's clothed crotch from the pleasure of the vibrator.

"You're such a fucking whore, already dripping onto daddy from just a few minutes of having your pretty dick pleased." San taunted, now moving on from your breasts to hold open your faltering legs.

"I—It feels good." you conceded, "Feels really, really good daddy.”

"Glad to hear it, baby." Wooyoung cockily articulated, "You'll have to say when you're close, okay?"

"Okay." slightly breathless from the moans you had been letting out.

San could feel your back arching off his upper body, your nostrils letting out loud sighs from trying to reduce the volume of your laments, your hair slightly tickling his skin that wasn't covered by his shirt.

Your boyfriend always found you beautiful, whether when you were washing dishes with him and your hair was pinned up while your hands were covered with the thick pink rubber gloves.

But when you were under him in missionary, or even on top of him riding his cock, the expression you had contorted by bliss was his absolute favorite. He didn't care if your mascara smeared or if your hair clung to your forehead—he actually found it to make you look more beautiful as he fucked you raw, stretching your hole every time.

San was snapped back to reality from being mesmerized by your simple being when you stuttered out in the tone of voice he recognized all too well, "I'm close!"

"You wanna cum, angel?" Wooyoung asked, enjoying how you were writhing, and San had to physically keep you in place.

"Yes, yes, yes. Please~" you begged, the constant high setting making you lose your mind.

It was as if you could feel every nerve in your body reacting to the toy, making your mind feel hazy from the sensations. You let out a squeal when San put one of his hands atop yours, pushing the Hitachi further onto the tip of your cock, making you gasp aloud.

You could feel your dick leaking a lot of pre cum continuing to release your wet arousal, surely leaving a small stan on San’s crotch by now. A part of you felt embarrassed—humiliated from the way your body was subconsciously reacting, but that was the exact point of this punishment.

"Good..." he trailed, "Then, stop."

"Wha—what?" you asked, feeling genuinely high from the rapture.

"Stop." he repeated, now more stern than the first time. "Lift the wand off your dick, turn it off, and set it down."

“Come on, sweetheart. Do as you're told.” San tutted, despite pulling the vibrator out of your hands and turning it off, setting it back down on the table where it was before. Like he was ridiculing you.

You gulped, feeling more prone to the air conditioning’s breeze seeing that you were much more wet than before. Your now gleaming hole was presented to the screen, your quivering eyes able to see its shine through the self-view because of the light reflecting off the drenching amount you had subconsciously produced.

“Your punishment’s not done yet, doll.” Yeosang piped up, his small grin showing the little canines he had. You always thought that he had pretty teeth, but seeing them this way reminded you that he wasn’t here as your friend today, but as another dominant.

“What … what else do I have to do?” you hesitatingly asked, twiddling with the ends of your shirt as San still kept your legs in place, spread upon like they all wanted.

“Hmm, it’s less about what you have to do, but rather more towards what you have to take.” Seonghwa quipped, the oldest man biting his tongue before continuing to speak again, “Right, Sannie?”

“That’s right~” your boyfriend cooed, placing his chin on your shoulder before laying a devastatingly sweet kiss on your neck, “Mingi, why don’t you do the honors of telling us what happens next?”

“My pleasure,” the man’s deep timbre evidently different than the rest, perhaps raising goosebumps on your skin from how attractive he sounded. Just like Wooyoung, he greeted you first, “Hello, pretty boy.”

“H—hi.” you responded, eyes locked on Mingi’s section of the screen, “Hi, Mingi.”

“Are you ready?” he waited for you to nod, which you did, “Great. So, what’s going to happen now is San’s going to finger that sinfully wet hole…”

His degrading comment making you clench around nothing, liking how his voice sounded as he continued to speak,

“But again, you won’t cum. You will not cum, and if you manage to obey our orders until your punishment is done, only then will San fuck that preciously tight hole of yours. Understood?”

“Will I get to cum then?” your question filled with actual concern, edging being your least favorite punishment to take.

“Of course. It’s only fair.”

You hated men sometimes, especially when they were so cocky about sex. However, you couldn’t give a solid argument when they were all already making you awfully flustered.

As you pursed your lips at Mingi’s words, absorbing the situation, San’s hot breath hit your ear once again. You could feel his lips moving from how close he was, soft and supple, juxtaposing the filth produced by his conscience.

“Keep that in mind, princess.” he chuckled, starting to circle your swollen hole, “Daddy and his friends are only going to let you cum if you can hold in your orgasm.”

“I… I can do it.” you didn’t know if you were telling yourself that or San, either way it was to reassure yourself that you could, in fact, do it.

“Okay~” without warning, at the end of the ‘okay’, he easily slipped two fingers into your previously empty hole.

Using his ring and middle finger, San slowly began to teasingly move in and out of you, pleased by the whimpers coming out of your throat.

“You hear that?”

“H—hear what?” you cluelessly asked, not understanding what San was referencing to.

“This.”

Just as he said that, he repeatedly, and not so gently, moved his fingers in a come-hither motion, your special spot having been found easier than usual because of the vibrator use from before.

“Oh my—fuck.” you mewled, now understanding what he meant as your eyes slightly rolled back from the sudden bliss.

The squelching of your wet hole was music to his ears, and to the seven other men eagerly watching, being one of his favorite sounds to hear whenever he fingered you. To say the least, Choi San was the closest thing you knew to a sexual deviant—an incubus.

“Don’t cum.” he commanded through gritted teeth.

“What a pretty hole~” without looking, since you were too busy not being able to control your body’s trembling, you knew Hongjoong was the one making the compliment.

“It is, isn’t it?” San replied for you, his hand around your penis while still finger-fucking you, “And it’s all fucking mine. Who does this tight hole and cock belong to again, darling? I think you need to remind daddy.”

Little shit, you thought. If only this cocky asshole wasn’t such a good boyfriend who was the best sex you’ve ever had.

“Yours daddy!” you gasped out, unfortunately writhing as you badly needed to snap the knot in your abdomen, “A—all yours.”

“Don’t cum, sweetheart~” he reminded you once again, this time in a sing-songy tone that made you tense your jaw. “Ask nicely to daddy’s friends if you want me to stop. Or else I won’t stop at all and you’ll have to hold in your carnal desires.”

Swallowing the courage down your throat, you knew that would sound fucked out, but what did it matter anymore? Your orgasm and getting to have your boyfriend’s cock in you mattered more.

After all, you were Choi San’s personal slut.

“Pl—lease. I can’t handle thi—is anymore,” some of your words were elongated from a choked moan you tried to keep down, “Please, please I can’t handle daddy’s fingers any—any more. Can’t hold it in—ah—I’ll cum.”

“Awe, dollface, you can’t even get proper words out,” Seonghwa spoke, taunting you, “You really can’t take it anymore, huh? Can’t wait to get fucked stupid by your daddy?”

“Yes! Yes, fuck yes~” your pride now completely out the window.

“I think we should let her have Sannie now, don’t you all agree?” Wooyoung now asked, gleaming when the rest on screen nodded or simply smirked, “Alright, the agreement’s in your favor, angel.”

Purposefully slow, San pulled his fingers out of your tight hole, making you squeeze around nothing at the sudden emptiness. You watched as he showed off his glistening hand to you and the screen, separating the two fingers that were just in you, causing you to see your own arousal stretch as it had coated his hand.

“Open.” San was referencing your mouth, which you understood immediately, seeing that you two had done something like this more than once.

Surrounding his fingers with your luscious lips, your sucking to get every drop off him was obnoxiously hot, making San smile as he silently thought ‘that’s my girl’.

As per usual, you kept the cum on your tongue. Turning your head slightly, one of your hands cupped San’s jaw as you batted your eyes, your mascara-painted lashes complimenting the faux innocence in them.

You stuck your tongue out, only a little bit, just enough for San to still be able to kiss you while sucking on it. As if collecting every bit, when he was done, he licked his lips and whispered to you,

“Always so sweet for me.”

A whispered, but still hearable “holy shit” came out of Jongho’s mouth, his eager eyes watching you both, amazed at the sheer raw and sexual connection that was being shown by the web cam.

“You want daddy’s cock, prince?” San asked once again, beginning to slightly buck up his hips, crotch still clothed and damp from your arousal.

“Yes, daddy.”

“Unzip me.” talking about his still zipped pants, which you quickly scrambled to smoothly undo with one hand, “Good boy, you can have it.”

With the same hand, you took his dick out, pleased by the bit of pre-cum that was clearly coating his tip, assuring you more, even with how agonizingly hard he already was, that San was having just as good of a time.

He was fully supporting your body, your other hand clutching onto one of the chair’s arms just incase. You took his hardened member and first rubbed against it, slicking it with your own cum like you were marking your rightful territory.

And after a few pleasurable movements on your penis, you finally pulled back just enough to let the tip come in first, slowly, but in such a needy manner, sinking down San’s cock like you were dependent on it.

Like your hole was molded and shaped for just his cock.

You let out a sigh of satisfaction, feeling like you were getting the fill you needed since the start. San was stretching you open just enough to make the pain melt with pleasure, feeling good like it usually did.

“Stay right there for a second, darling.”

And before you could register what San meant by that, your shirt was getting pulled over your torso, rolled up to your chest to reveal the rest of your body.

“God, those must be nice to play with, huh San?” Yunho half-jokingly remarked, enjoying the sight of your bare pecs, visibly scanning your body as his friend’s cock was filling you to the brim.

“Oh, surely they’re the best.” San spoke as if you weren’t there, “Absolutely love fucking myself between them. You should let me do that more often, Y/N.”

“San.” you slightly scolded, clearly distracted by the cock inside you. You were a tad worn out from the denied orgasms, but having your boyfriend at least start to fuck you was sure as hell making you stay aware.

This was what you wanted from the start. Ever since the first denial.

“Okay, darling. Give daddy a minute.”

You could feel San move his grip elsewhere, shifting his hands to the back of your knees, bending your legs towards your body.

From the new angle, you could his hips pushing rougher than before, cock reaching deeper, and you couldn’t help but gasp at the change.

“Shit.” you swore, the profanity serving as a sign that you were liking the feeling, your own hands moving to your penis to masturbate it.

“You’re squeezing awfully tight around me, sweetheart. Missed daddy’s cock that much?” the cocky tone oozing out of San’s lips, but it wasn’t like he was wrong anyway.

Not wanting any more delay, surely only wanting to have him pound you mindless, the words flowed out of your mouth like a mantra for all eight of the men;

“Missed daddy’s cock so, so much. Can’t wait for you to fuck me stupid, until the only things I can think about are daddy and his friends watching me desperately cum.”

“Goddamn, you don’t even talk this dirty with just the two of us.” San spat, liking this new attitude of yours, “My boyfriend’s that much of a whore to only get like this when daddy’s friends are around, huh?”

“Mhm~” you teased back, pushing on whatever inches were left exposed of San’s cock into your hole, lips pouted as you spoke to taunt him, “After all, isn’t that what daddy likes about me?”

“You know exactly what to say to rile me up, baby.” he admitted, holding you tighter, “You better hope you can walk tomorrow, slut.”

And before you could register his words, San’s hips acted for him, having his body go absolutely feral, bucking into you with his cock like it was the first time he ever had a feel of your juicy tight hole.

Quicker than expected, your mind grew blank, taking in the man’s pounding like you wanted, only thinking of the moments of when his cock was out of you, and when it came back in to hit your g-spot.

In and out.

Deliciously devouring every inch of your hole, hitting just the edge of your cervix, and satisfyingly filling your walls.

The chair was creaking, making sounds just as much as the two of you were. Surely, the neighbors might complain again tomorrow, but you could blame it on one of your very aggressive sessions of ‘gameplay’.

“How the fuck is your hole still so tight from the millions of times I’ve fucked you before, huh? Is your excitement to have my friends—shit,” cutting himself off from the pleasure, “To have my friends watch you making you do this?”

“Y—yes, m’such a cumslut.” you moaned, playing with your nipples, adding to the intensity, “I like that daddy’s friends are watching me—fuck I wanna cum so bad.”

“You wanna cum?”

“So bad~” you whimpered, voice an octave higher from how it usually was.

“Grab the Hitachi.”

You did as told, leaning forward to take the toy from the table, where San had previously placed it.

“Turn it on high.”

“A—again?” you asked, clutching the object tightly, just a few centimeters away from your sopping hole.

“What? Nervous we won’t let you cum again, sweetheart?” Hongjoong teased, making you slightly scoff.

“No. You promised I could.” your interjection putting a smirk on all of their faces.

“We didn’t say if you were allowed to stop cumming once you start though, prince.” San added, beginning to relentlessly fuck into you again, “Come on, put it on high and play with your cock while daddy fucks you.”

You nervously, still doing as told, switched the setting to high, the excessively loud and strong buzzing noise taking over your ears, paired with your boyfriend’s animalistic thrusting that was hard to concentrate with.

Already in a bliss, the second you placed the vibrator on your balls, you squeezed around San, causing him to chuckle and let out a swear from his own pleasure.

You were already close to cumming before, and it seemed that they all knew this would bring you even closer.

Your eyebrows knitted together, eyes unfocused from the sensations, pecs and legs shaking from the overwhelming feelings. Though you didn’t notice, drool was beginning to make its way past the corner of your lips as your mind could only focus on the rhythmic bucking of San’s hips and the constant vibrations.

“You’re so pretty like that, baby.” Jongho complimented, “All fucked out and you haven’t even cum yet.”

“I—I want to!” you replied, implying your desire for your release.

“If you want to cum, you better say thank you to Jongho for calling you pretty. Don’t be rude, brat. I taught you better.”

“Holy sh—shit.” the words you spoke barely even sounding right at this point, slurred from the pure bliss of sex you were feeling, “Tha—ank you!”

“Good boy,” San managed to say, somewhat still keeping his composure. Surely, he was absolutely enjoying every inch of your hole, getting wetter and tighter the closer you were to cumming, “God, you’re just getting closer and closer, aren’t you?”

“Please, can I cum? Please, please, plea—“

His command cut you off, but you were pleased by it. Finally taking in your pleads to consideration, after mocking and teasing you this whole time, San’s smiled with darkened eyes as he spoke directly into your ear,

“Cum.”

Barely gripping the Hitachi, your entire composure slipped when your toes curled, chest trembling as you clenched your jaw, a silent scream wanting to escape as your release took over your body.

However, as the wave of pleasure washed over your body, it took you only a few seconds to realize that San wasn’t stopping. That the wave you were feeling was only going to go over you a few more times until he wanted to stop.

San didn’t cum with you.

You were already starting to feel like you were in overdrive, having been denied orgasms and finally given one, the fact that he wasn’t stopping was making you more fucked out than you had anticipated.

And just as you were about to drop the Hitachi, your boyfriend sternly demanded from you once again,

“Drop that, and I won’t cum inside you.”

How dare he deny you of your favorite part? But that was exactly what he wanted you to think. What he wanted you to be motivated by to keep taking him, keeping that vibrator on you as well.

“T—too much. Too much.” you repeated, the tip of your cock almost painfully reacting to the vibrator still being on you, even after your orgasm. You were swelling around San’s cock, your body not having even gotten over your first high.

“If it’s too much, say your safe word then, slut.” he taunted, knowing damn well you wouldn’t.

Knowing damn well, deep down, you were enjoying this so much you didn’t want the night to end.

“Fu—uck~” you mewled, almost like a cat in heat, drunk on his cock.

“Daddy’s gonna cum, yeah? You want that?” you nodded at his words, “Of course you fucking want that. You want me to fill you to the brim, don’t you baby?”

“Fuck yes, yes!” you had to admit, adoring the feeling of whenever San came inside you, his cum painting the walls of your hole like it was meant only for that.

“That’s right, that’s my good fucking angel.” he grunted, his thrusts getting a bit sloppy, but not weakening by any means, “Holy shit.”

With the last swear passing his lips, and a gasp coming out of yours, you both came at the same time, San even biting your shoulder (in the same place he usually did) as he released inside you.

Both of you took deep breaths, San’s a bit shakier than yours as you turned the Hitachi off, his hands now carefully letting your legs down. He pulled your pants and shirt down for you, covering your bare body with the clothes again, as if it helped in any way (it did, you appreciated the gesture).

This time, you could see that the two of you almost looked normal in the personal camera view, as if a girlfriend was just sitting on a boyfriend’s lap, perhaps slightly sweaty.

In a post-coital tone of voice, cock still in you as if he had something up, he rolled the chair forward to come near the screen as he said;

“Sorry boys, seems like round two’s gonna happen offline.”

@atzsslut

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m00nsbaby · 8 months

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One of my fav fic authors taking requests? 👁️👁️

Hello!! Is it ok if you could do a fluffly little Steven x reader oneshot where he comforts the reader after finding them locked in the bathroom after they have a sensory overload at a party?

I’m aware this is kind of specific and as always with fanfic request, you don’t have to write it :)

Thank you!!!

stop you are going to make me blush 🥺🥺 Also, I loved the prompt, finally i'm not getting sent to the corner lol <3

Life of the party.

Steven Grant x reader.

Tags & warnings. Comfort at a sensory overload.

Word count. 728.

Summary.

I keep thinking about you, how you level me out sometimes, When I'm out on my head, and I don't wanna face it. You said it's all for a reason, what the fuck is the reason now? Coming down, bring me back, I'm the life of the party I'm the life of the party.

Steven was in his element, to the surprise of anyone.

He drank like someone who had a beer every day of his life, even though you'd swear you'd never seen him enjoy one. He chatted, controlled the music, and even got you to dance a couple of times on the improvised dance floor, which was just a few sofas pushed to the side.

The thing is, Steven didn't have many friends.

When you started dating, things changed. He began to come out of his shell, and it turns out your friends welcomed him as if they'd known him all their lives. Meanwhile, you were delighted that he felt like part of the group.

With much of his adolescence blocked from his mind, you could almost consider this the first party he'd ever been to where he felt truly comfortable.

It was fun… for the first three hours.

You were so used to spending your days at home that maybe you hadn't had the chance to let Steven know that sometimes it could all be… too much.

When you found yourself tilting your head against your shoulder to try to muffle the music's noise, you realized that it might be time for a break. You didn't want to ruin your boyfriend's fun, so you simply stood up and headed to the bathroom.

Your heart had been racing for a few minutes, and you tried to convince yourself that you had it under control. The closed door gave you a few seconds of peace when you noticed that it at least quieted down the noise a bit.

It wasn't enough, though.

You covered your ears with your hands, your eyes closed as your body's weight rested against the sink. You didn't want to cry, but your body always got ahead of you.

After a few minutes, you decided that standing wasn't helping, and you allowed yourself to take a break. You pushed the curtain aside, and your body found a spot in the dry bathtub.

The cold was pleasant.

You stayed like that for a good few minutes; you lost count of how many. But you supposed it had been longer than expected when the bathroom door opened.

Steven, now without a beer in hand, had a concerned expression.

"Love?" You looked up, your cheeks warming with embarrassment about your situation, but you couldn't do much more than talk to him, especially when your heart rate was just beginning to calm down.

"The door."

"Of course, sorry." He closed it behind him immediately. "What are you doing in there?"

You still covered your ears with your hands but listened to his voice rising slightly to overcome the music. You shrugged.

You didn't want to talk. In fact, you didn't want him there, though the irritation was just an extra effect.

He didn't press the issue, but he did speak again.

"Can I join you?"

You nodded slowly, and he did his best to fit into the tub with you, his legs bent like yours to avoid hitting the edge.

You remained silent and closed your eyes, your head resting against the wall as you took deep breaths.

There wasn't much to do if you'd already managed to ruin Steven's fun.

"It's too much," you muttered without opening your eyes, trying to give an explanation.

Somehow, he understood, and although you couldn't see it, he nodded.

After a few minutes, you could lean your head against his shoulder, and you could swear you felt his body relax as soon as you touched him. No matter how many times you begged him not to, you knew that Steven cared, always.

"Can I?" He extended his arm but didn't place it over your shoulders until you nodded.

He gave you a comforting squeeze against his body.

He felt your breathing gradually level out.

"I got worried when I didn't see you out there."

"You always worry." You made him chuckle a little as he nodded, agreeing with you. "I'm okay, Steven."

You didn't stop him from kissing your temple. The scent of his perfume was pleasant, soft, nothing like the smell of beer and fries outside.

"I'm sorry for leaving you alone out there."

"You didn't." It wasn't his fault, nor yours. Just things that happened. "I'm sorry for ruining the party."

"You didn't." He mimicked you, probably also thinking that this wasn't your fault. "I miss Gus." He joked with a small smile.

And you smiled back.

The bathroom felt more spacious now that you couldn't hear the thumping of your heart in your ears.

"Can we go home?"

"Sure." He slowly got to his feet, always the first to offer you a firm hand to help you up.

And you took it for support, as you always did.

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areyoudreaminof · 9 months

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Leave Out a Cup For Me: An Amren Playlist

The Inner Circle is complete and I have finally conquered the tiny ancient one.

This was without a doubt the hardest playlist to make. Amren is tough for me, she's sort of a strange enigma. She's our look into the greater Fae world and beyond, she's a shrewd second-in-command and brilliant. But, like the cosmic entity she is, she can be cruel and condescending. So, that leaves me with the question; what does Amren sound like? For me, she sounds like a lot of gothic synths and Americana. I expect this playlist to be as divisive as her character. Either way, I hope you enjoy it! Meet me behind the cut!

Listen Here!

Apply-Glasser

If the walls were too thin You would break in If the walls were too thin You would break right in

Out in the thunder Opens my eyes wide There is sound in my mind Keeps me up all night

Fresh Blood-Eels

Whatever trepidation you may feel In your heart, you know it's not real In a moment of clarity Summon an act of charity

You gotta pull me out of this mud Sweet baby, I need fresh blood

Same Old Energy-Kiki Rockwell

It's your own damn fault, boy, you handed us the broom Four hundred years ago, sayin' "You know what to do" Yes sir, we do, beep beep, comin' through Close your damn mouth, my man, I told you we flew

Rise up, oh, flame, come join the game They started a frenzy, but we’ll take the blame A bare chested dame who goes by no name Their arsenal's empty, all they got is shame

Hot Gum-SOFIA ISELLA

Your teeth are on fire, do you notice? No Your mouth is burning, do you notice? No Your hair burns, my hair burns Your skin burns, my skin burns Do you feel anything? No If I tell you what I’m thinking promise, you won’t tell yourself If you tell me what you’re thinking, I swear I won’t tell myself He’s on the ground, he’s on his knees, he’s a believer He’s on the ground, he didn’t listen to the preacher

Lose Your Soul-Dead Man's Bones

I get up in the morning To the beat of the drum I get up to this feeling Keeps me on the run I get up in the morning Put my dreams away I get up, I get up, I get up again

Devil's Resting Place-Laura Marling

When you ask to drink of me I think out on the case Look down to my aloe cup and take myself a taste Bitterness is thick like blood and cold as a wind sea breeze If you must drink of me, take of me what you please I am loathe to say it's the devil's taste I've been with the devil in the devil's resting place

Bad Ritual-Timber Timbre

There's a hat on the bed,the clock has stopped ticking And nothing remotely romantic has been said Let's not pass on the steps, let's take the season very easy Let's take pills, saltwater, let's keep looking ahead It's a bad, bad ritual But it calms me down

In the Dark-Cathedrals

I can see you fall apart You turn away and fade out of sight But I hear you call in the night Let it go, let me hold you this time Lying in the hollows of your heart I see you lying awake in your ride I’ll be a spark in the sky When you want it, I’ll be on the other side

Deep Green-Marika Hackman

Just because I love your skin Doesn't mean I'll jump in The water's clean and warm and green I'm not allowed to swim I'm scared of getting in

Pyre-Son Lux

We're wresting now from our own hands a future Regret the flower of watered seed Are we the ghosts that swarm about us? We can begin

Thanatos-Soap & Skin

Ages of delirium Curse of my oblivion I swell without a scar To the end of time A shell without a star At the end of time

I am not a woman, I'm a god-Halsey

I am not a woman, I'm a god I am not a martyr, I'm a problem I am not a legend, I'm a fraud So keep your heart 'cause I already got one

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#Spotify #amren #acotar playlist project #music

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“ Do you want to try too? Surely you can't be as bad as your sister. ” – Yasmeen to Malachai, while she's ice skating with Calypso

“Hey!” Calypso yelled, a bit offended.

Yasmeen tried to hide her amusement, but she couldn't. She wasn't wrong, though, Calypso was struggling to stay steady on the ice and almost fell more than once. Malachai couldn't help but laugh at the view of his sister, and while she came closer to him, she hit his shoulder, making him jumped. He pretended she hurt him, and she seemed proud of herself, which made her brother smile with amusement. The merman stayed in the bank of the frozen lake, while holding his sister, who was still struggling to stay on her feet.

His attention was now on the frozen lake. It was the first time he saw one, and he had to admit it was mesmerizing. It was Calypso's first winter in the Fae Kingdom, –and so his first one too– and winter was full of surprise. The snow, the cold, the warm clothes, the hot cocoa, the fireplace always burning, and Christmas, something the merfolks did not celebrate under the sea. It was a strange season, Malachai thought. Winter did not exist under the sea, obviously there were a change in the current, the water was a bit colder than usual, but it was hard to tell the difference as they were living in deep water, and water there was always colder than the rest of the ocean. And if Calypso welcomed the new season with open arms, it wasn't the case for Malachai.

“No, I came to say goodbye.”

“Goodbye?” Calypso repeated, a bit confused. “Why? Where are you going?”

“Back home.”

“When?”

“Tonight...”

Malachai suddenly felt unease when he saw how distraught she now was. She let go of his hand, even if that meant almost falling once again, and stepped back, the best she could, with Yasmeen's help. The maid did not let go of the princess, and the latter shook her head at her brother's words, because she did not want to accept them.

“But why?..”

“Duty calls me.”

“Can't you ignore it? We were supposed to celebrate Christmas together, it's our first Christmas, Malachai!” She whined and he grimaced. The merman hated to break his sister's heart, and he knew how much she hated seeing him or Nathaniel leave the Fae Kingdom, not only because that means she was loosing her support system, but also because unlike them, she could not go back to the ocean, which she was jealous.

“I'm sorry, little sister, but I have to. We can celebrate next year. And you won't be alone, Nathaniel stays here.”

“It won't be the same without you!” She screamed, her eyes full of tears. Her eyes were burning now, because of the cold, and she violently let go of Yasmeen's hand that she was still holding. The little mermaid then took off her skates, –not without difficulties– before running away straight to the castle.

“Calypso, come back. Cally don't be childish.”

But it was too late, the girl was already far away. Malachai sighed to her behaviour while shaking his head. He looked at his sister while she was running, and he promised himself that he will bring back her favourite treat, and probably some of her shells that she was collecting in order to be forgiven.

“The sirens again?”

Yasmeen's question brought Malachai's attention back to her. She shyly handed him her hand, and it took a few second for Malachai to understand what she was silently asking. Shaking his head, he softly took her hand, and that physical contact sent a shiver in his spine. He noticed that Yasmeen, too, quivered, but maybe it was just his imagination, maybe she was just cold. He helped her leave the frozen lake and sat on the bench next to her while she took off her skate in order to put her shoes on.

“No, not this time.” He confessed, and Malachai hesitated for a split second, but he then added: “The Selkies. Apparently, they are unhappy with the treaty father proposed, and they threaten to follow the sirens if we do not hear them out. Father is too stubborn to listen to them, so I said I will, in order to keep the peace.”

He was a bit surprised to be so open with her about the merfolks politics. A little part of him wasn't sure if he should discuss it to Yasmeen who was, after all, one of Morgana's maid. But keeping all of it for himself, without no one to confide was weighing on his shoulders. Plus, last time they had problem with the sirens, her helped and knowledge of battle strategy helped them to keep the Norwegian sea. He owed her his home after all. He silently looked at her, studying her facial expression, and he could tell she was lost in her thought. Yasmeen was a real mystery, and he wanted to be the one to pierce her shield. He was waiting for questions, about politics and probably what would be his strategy, but none of that came.

“You know, if you were more open with her, maybe she wouldn't be so mad about you leaving.”

“I cannot tell her, or Nathaniel. It would put unnecessary worries on them, they do not need that.”

“It's their home too, they deserve to know.”

“Not now. Please, can it stay between us?”

“I promise.” He smiled to those words, and she smiled back. To that he couldn't help but blush a little, for she had a pretty smile. “How long will you be gone?”

“Three months.”

“Oh...” She whispered, visibly surprised. Malachai loved to think that she was sad, or disappointed, but he did not want to ask, so he simply shrugged.

“Negotiation took longer than a battle sometimes.”

“This isn't the only reason why you are leaving, am I right?”

“What do you mean?”

“I watched you while you were coming. You limp.”

“You watched me?” He smiled, and she seemed unease, which made him laughed a little. “Is it that obvious?”

“More than usual, at least.”

“I admit that I also try to avoid winter, I do not enjoy it very much...”

He nodded to those words and couldn't help but grimace a little. He thought he had it under control, but visibly he was wrong. The merman was hoping that no one else noticed it except Yasmeen. The cold was chilling his bones and waking up some old wound that did not heal properly, like his limp. So yes, he took the disagreement with the Selkies as an opportunity to go back to the sea and avoid the cold that was winter. Yasmeen had a little laugh at his words, and that made his heart missed a beat. Here was the song that he probably loved the most. A smile took place on his face, happy to have made her laugh.

When she looked at him, he suddenly realized how close they were. He might have come closer during their conversation, without realizing it, and she probably did not realize too, because she did not move at all. For a few minutes, they looked at each other, silently, as they used to. None of them moved. This proximity, although unusual between them, was welcomed by both. The merman wanted to hold her hand, and he was ready to take it, when he heard the crispy noise of the snow, meaning that someone was coming from behind. Immediately, Yasmeen stood up, and Malachai backed up in the bench, looking away. He noticed that it was just a servant passing by, no one important, but the fear of being caught was still there. The girl cleared her throat while gathering hers and Calypso's skates.

“I should go make sure the princess is alright.”

“Yasmeen, wait.” He started, and he almost regretted it. She turned around, looking at him with curiosity in her eyes, and he cursed himself for acting before thinking. Malachai listened, making sure they were just the two of them, before timidly saying: “I... I'm going to miss you.” He could that the girl was trying to hide how surprised she was by his words. She stayed silent, and he couldn't blame her. He probably took her aback, and to be honest, he did not expect her to answer anything to him. “Anyway, tell my siblings I'll make it up to them when I'll come back. And... I'll bring you back a souvenir.” He finally said, an awkward smile on his face, before leaving the Fae Kingdom.

#malachai blackwater #kai x yasmeen #maleen #malachai writing prompt #writing prompt #okay i hate some parts #and the ending is so bad #but endings are so hard to write okay #but i so wanted to write about them again #we don't talk enough about kai's responsibility as a prince #and that's a shame #poor boy has too much responsibility #politics is boring #but it's part of his life #i love that he's open to yasmeen #it's so adorable that he trusts her w/ politics and strategy #i love them sm #icanbeyourgenie

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xxchumanixx · 7 months

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Paralyzed

Dean Winchester x reader

Warnings: mentions of character death, angst, hurt

Where is the real me? I'm lost and it kills me inside. I'm paralyzed.

Authors note: This one is angst and pure sadness. Dean's death was devastating for me, as Supernatural accompanied me whilst growing up. I loved him in many ways and he taught me a lot about life. We all lost a great person (character) that day.

Based on the song "Paralyzed" by NF. Listen to it here

Word count: 634

Goosebumps covered your skin, the cold air hugging you like a bad omen.

Still you ignored it, thankful for feeling at least something. Since the day he had died you felt paralyzed.

When did I become so numb?

When did I lose myself?

To you, the answer was clear.

The hunt that led to you giving up your “career” as a hunter. The hunt that took everything from you. The love of your life, your will to live.

All the words that leave my tongue feel like they came from someone else.

Grocery shopping, something you used to love, became a mere necessity.

The little moments were you and Dean felt normal, like you belonged there. You used to look forward to it.

Now, your days and nights were like a program – played by someone else.

Where are my feelings?

I no longer feel things.

I know I should.

I’m paralyzed.

Sam’s attempts at getting you back on track backfired on him – still he didn’t give up.

No matter how many times you leashed out at him, trying to get rid of him he stayed adamant on not losing you, too.

He already had lost his brother, the one that meant the most to him in this gruesome world. He didn’t want to lose the person that was like a sister to him as well.

The cold air blew in your face, causing your hair to get messed up even further than it already was. But you didn’t care. You stopped doing so a long time ago.

Where is the real me?

I’m lost and it kills me inside.

When did I become so cold?

It was a long way for you and Dean.

From the moment you had met the famous Winchester brothers you knew there was more to the older brother.

It took a lot of effort and time to crack his steel like shell and get a glimpse inside. You weren’t disappointed in what you’d found.

He was soft, caring and the sweetest person in the world to you. And the one you loved the most.

You knew it would be risky, your love for one another gluing a target onto your back. But you gladly took the risk if it meant even the shortest of times of happiness with him.

And short it was.

I’m paralyzed, I’m scared to live, but I’m scared to die.

And if life is pain, then I buried mine.

A long time ago but it’s still alive.

And it’s taking over me, where am I?

When he took his last breath, telling you how much he loved you and that he wanted for you to be happy, everything inside of you shattered.

A pain so unbearable rippled through you, that it tore you apart. Still, you couldn’t do anything besides watching the love of your life die right in front of your eyes, doing something he had done his entire life.

Had you known how it would end, you would have convinced him of the apple pie life a lot earlier. Even if it would have meant staying in the bunker instead of getting a white picky fence.

I wanna feel something, I’m numb inside.

But I don’t feel nothing, I wonder why.

“Hey, Baby.” His baritone voice greeted you, causing a lump to form in your throat; tears burning in your eyes and blurring your vision. “Why are you here already?”

You turned around to him, neglecting the beautiful view down the bridge you landed at.

“I couldn’t handle it any longer.” You replied, the tears now flowing freely. “I felt so numb, lost.”

He sighed heavily, before embracing you in a hug. Suddenly his warm body replaced the cold air you had felt moments before.

“I was paralyzed without you. Now, I’m okay. I’m in your arms again.”

#supernatural fanfiction #supernatural #dean x you #dean x reader #dean winchester #sam winchester #dean #spn fanfiction #spn #text post #text!

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fanatic-writers · 8 months

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Adventures in Baby Sitting

Chapter Three: Shipwreck

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A/n: Chapter 3 and I haven't given up on this series yet! I'm so glad yall are enjoying it as much as I am. If there is anything you want to see from this series in the future, any headcanons you have for Mando, or anything at all really feel free to lmk and I'll do my best to incorporate it.

Word Count: 2456

Pairing: (Eventual) Din Djarin x Mandalorian!Reader

Warnings: Canon levels of violence but it's very tame, unedited like everything cause I'm lazy lol (this one may be more egregious than others...)

Summary: Reader is the Armorer's daughter and is also a foundling. She and Din have known each other for a long time but he was never quite able to break his shell. When the Mandalorians help Din escape with the child she is ordered to go to his ship to help him care for the thing.

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You held on tightly to the child as Din swerved between shots, the already rocky situation was only made worse by some of the shots actually hitting their target. You mumbled words of safety to the child, although they were more for you than him. You heard the voice of the bounty hunter over the ship’s coms, he was asking for the child and you gritted your teeth. At this rate, he’d kill you all before getting his hands on the bounty. Alarms blared in your ears and Din gave you little warning before he rolled the ship over itself. You felt yourself getting lightheaded as the ship turned you on your head and then back around again. Just keep a hold of the kid, you reminded yourself as your stomach quite literally turned. “I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold.” The words didn’t even register in your mind before you were jolted forward by Din hitting the brakes. You didn’t even realize the small yelp you let out at the sudden movement, your arms holding the child tighter in your lap. “That’s my line.” You heard Din say before blasting the ship to oblivion.

The alarms continued to go off before the ship went dark. In that moment everything caught up with you and you couldn’t help the stifled laugh that broke its way through your modulator. “You think this is funny?” He turned to look at you. His tone wasn’t harsh, instead, he seemed genuinely curious. Your helm turned in his direction, your body still shaking with laughter a bit. “You don’t really say that do you?” You watched as his head tilted to the side, questioning what you meant. “That’s my line?” You repeated, your voice dropping a bit to try and mimic his. He just shook his head in response. “Oh, my maker you actually do.” You’re body shook with laughter again, your brain would much rather focus on Din’s silly catchphrase than the fact that you were at the brink of death, or something close to it, a moment ago. “I can bring you in warm or I can bring you in cold.” You mimicked him again. “Alright, that’s enough.” He sighed, turning away from you in hopes that it wouldn’t seem like he was encouraging you with his attention. “It’s not a bad catchphrase.” You hummed in approval. “It’s not a catchphrase.” He contested “You say it whenever you gotta bring someone in, right?” Your question was met with silence on his end. “That’s what we call a catchphrase Little Bug.” You looked down at the kid in your lap who giggled at your comment. As you were speaking to the kid you noticed Din flipping some switches, the ship eventually coming back to life. It wasn’t long after that the ship was landing in its assigned spot. While he was landing you cradled the child in your arms, watching as he slowly drifted off to sleep. Setting him down in the single bunk on the ship you joined Mando as he began to walk out of the Razor Crest. You jumped slightly as he shot at the droids that sprang into action upon your arrival. “Still hate droids.” You mumbled, a woman screaming at the two of you drawing out your words. You watched as she looked over the damage, standing slightly behind the Mando. After the two spoke you left with him. “You’re sure you don’t want me to stay back with the kid?” You asked as you walked through the town. The Mandalorian shook his head. “I need you to get a few things while I work on finding a way to get the rest of the money we owe.” You nodded with a small sigh before he handed you a small satchel of coins, splitting off from him after he had done so.

You got the standard supplies, focusing on food for the three of you and scrounging up some spare parts for the ship. When you came back to the hanger you had your arms full. You nearly dropped everything when you spotted the child sitting with the droids and the mechanic. She shouted something about leaving him alone as you quickly dropped off the things you’d bought. “I told him I should’ve stayed behind.” You muttered as you took the kid in your arms. “So, what is it?” The woman asked. You shrugged “Our responsibility, a pain in the ass.” She could hear the smile in your voice as you wiggled a finger in front of the child’s face and he reached out for it, happily taking in his smaller hand. “You wanna come inside?” She offered and you obliged. The two of you talked about the ship and the kid, you learned her name was Peli. She got you some of the food she’d fed the kid and took him to the front room while you ate. You took your time with the meal, enjoying your private time more than actually eating. It was the commotion up front that caused you to put your helm back on and leave your little fantasy world behind.

“Woah, Mando, it's alright. She was just watching him while I ate something.” You assured him, stepping between the two as he demanded the child. After she chastised your parenting skills, she gave the kid to you and you passed him to Din for a moment. As you joined him and Peli outside you noticed a guy standing by two speeders. You looked between the guy, the bikes, and then Mando who was already giving the kid back to Peli. “There’s only two bikes.” You frowned, stepping closer to the Mandalorian. “You’re staying here. I don’t need to give her another reason to charge us more.” Mando responded and you sighed. You understood his reasoning, but you were worried about him. The two of you had spent a lot of time together whether either of you liked it or not and you’d started to grow attached once again. “K’oyacyi,” You sighed, making him promise you a safe return. He opted for a nod in response and you couldn’t help but suck in a breath as he sped off without even saying goodbye or explaining what the hell he was doing. “You have a lot of explaining to do.” Peli sighed as she looked at you and then made her way back inside.

“I can’t tell you Peli, he would kill me.” You laughed, trying to steady yourself as you held the light for her. “Oh come on, one little story isn’t going to hurt anyone.” Peli tried to coax you into talking. “It would hurt his pride. How is he supposed to be the big bad Mandalorian if people know how he was as a kid.” You countered. “We both know you’ll tell everyone the chance you get to.” “I will not.” She promised but you both knew better. The kid cooed at your feet, holding up a bolt. “What a good little helper.” Peli practically cooed. “You should take him out to the dunes. I’ll give you a scrap of metal, he’d probably enjoy some sledding.” You shook your head in response “I’m not a huge fan of sand.” You admitted “Plus it's not safe for him to be out there. Not with just me and a large open area.” Peli took the bolt from the kid and put it in its place as you handed her the tools she needed. “What is he some sort of wanted criminal?” She huffed as she tightened the bolt. “Something like that.” You retorted and watched as Peli stopped her work. “Well, you gotta tell me that story.” She spoke as she sat up from her spot. “There’s not much to tell. I don’t know why but the kid has a bounty on his head. Mando took him in, realized he was just a kid, and took him back. We’re just trying to avoid hunters now, maybe find a spot to lay low if we’re lucky.” You explained. “So you’re his partner or something?” Peli asked as she went back to work. You shook your head “I’m just following orders from my clan. Mando and I haven’t been that close since we were kids.”

Peli had stopped to take a dinner break and play a round of cards with the droids, the kid was down for the night, and that left you alone with your thoughts once again. You sighed and leaned back in your seat, your helm beside you, back to the door in case someone interrupted you. Peli had known to knock but you liked to be on the safe side. Your eyes drifted closed as your thoughts drifted off to Din. You didn’t know the kind of job he’d taken but you expected him back by now. The suns were starting to set, and you were getting worried. You had half a mind to get a bike from someone and ride off into the dunes, but you had no way of knowing what way they went. Without any sense of direction, you knew you’d get lost in the landscape of sand. You hadn’t realized it but at some point, you’d drifted off into sleep. In your dreams, you felt the hot suns of Tatooine beating on your face. Your helm had been discarded somewhere but you didn’t care. It was just you and Din, your head lazily rolling to the side to smile at him. His face was foggy, but you knew it was him, recognized the small details you remembered from when you were children. You remembered the tan of his skin, the deep brown of his eyes, eyes you imagined you could easily get lost in if he’d only let you see them once more. “What are you staring at?” He hummed, his voice clear without the addition of his modulator. “You.” You smirked, turning your head back up to look at the sky. “To be fair there isn’t much else to look at around here.” You teased as you sat up. For the moment you weren’t worried about the sand that would get caught in your hair and find its way into every nook and cranny of your armor. Hell, you weren’t even sure if you were wearing your beskar or if you were in plain clothes. None of that really mattered with the way Din was looking at you, a huffed laugh sounding like music to your ears. You turned back to look at him, he’d propped himself up on his elbows. “C’mere,” He murmured, and you leaned down, your arms caging him in. You felt your nose brush against his, your eyes fluttering closed.

You jolted awake to the sound of three loud bangs at the door. You slipped your helm on and for a moment you swore you could still feel Din’s breath ghosting across your face. Peli’s face greeted you with frightened eyes you weren’t aware she was capable of. She passed the child into your arms in a bundle of cloth before the same guy from earlier turned the corner into the room. “If he isn’t special then why does it take two of you to protect him.” He raised a brow and you felt anger begin to bubble in your stomach at his arrogance. “Two of you as in me and Peli or two Mandalorians?” You hummed holding the child in one hand as your other reached for your blaster. “Are you looking for this?” He hummed as he held the weapon in his hands, pointing it at you and the kid. “Thought a Mandalorian would take better care of where they left their toys, especially with the little guy running around.” As he spoke, he stalked towards you and Peli. You could hear the rattle of the terrified droids in the corned as he took the child from your arms. He pointed the blaster at the kid, and you froze. “Now you two are going to do what I say, or I ice the kid. Got it?” Peli answered for you, and you nodded, words unable to escape your mouth. Well, at least not ones that would help the situation. He guided you both to the hull of the Razor Crest, the blaster pushed into Peli’s back as the four of you waited for the Mandalorian’s return.

You were forced to stand by the man and watch as he had Peli cuff Mando. You were grateful for the helm that covered your face because you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his little speech. A bright white took over your vision and thankfully your visor adapted to it. While the man was blinded you were able to snatch the kid from his hands and jump off the ramp to the ship. You quickly ducked under the platform and squeezed yourself back as far as you could, keeping the child close to you. You cradled his head into your chest until the blasters stopped, setting him down to catch your breath. You hadn’t really registered that Mando and Peli would be looking for the kid until you watched a familiar set of hands pick him up. You move from your hiding spot, walking over to the body that Mando was taking a satchel of coins from. You watched as he dumped everything from the satchel into her hand before following him back into the Razor Crest.

You had just put the child down in his makeshift bed, the excitement of the early morning seeming to knock him out. You settled into your seat, relishing in the peace of the moment compared to the chaos that you had left behind on Tatooine. “Why’s you call me Mando?” Din asked seemingly from nowhere. “What do you mean?” You knew his whole thing as a bounty hunter was anonymity. “Back with Peli-“ He started “Yeah I know when it happened Mando I was there.” You teased. Din turned the chair and looked at you “You did it again.” He pointed out. “I dunno, your whole persona as a bounty hunter is anonymity and mysterious guy behind the mask.” You’d never seen him work but his reputation had gotten around, especially within the community. “I mean sure I know your name, but it doesn’t feel right to say it.” Din frowned under his helm, and you almost thought you saw him deflate a little. “Do you want me to use your name?” You asked, your voice barely coming through your modulator. “We were friends once.” He responded, his voice matching yours in tone. “I wouldn’t be upset if you did use it.”

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campwillowpeak · 2 years

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I'm a lil shy to post my writing publicly so I just wanted to share this lil drabble inspired by all the asks thirsting over Harper's teeth 💕

It was innocent, really it was! You were just too damn curious for your own good. It's started out with just you and your cabin mate, Harper, hanging out in the common area one night after a long day in the camp. Everyone else had already retired to their own cabins and you both were decompressing, on your ways to heading to bed soon anyways.

As you stood there glancing over at Harper, his teeth caught your eyes, they were so sharp and it was honestly hard to miss them. "Hey Harper?" You called out to him from the side of the room a couple feet from the couch he was currently sitting on. His head immediately shot up to look at you with surprise. "Yes, Cara Mia?" You tried not letting his little pet name get to you, you weren't quite sure what it meant but it always sounded so sweet in his accent.

"I was just wondering... would you bite me?" His eyes widened slightly before he smirked standing up off the couch and walked towards you. "I'm just curious because you know your teeth are so sharp and I wanted to know how it felt, but you don't have to if it makes you uncomfortable or anything. I promise I won't be offended or anything!" You were backpeddaling and rambling you knew, and as he drew closer and closer, his height towering over, you felt your form shrink back just a little bit with how intimidating he could be up close.

"You could never do anything to make me uncomfortable Cara Mia, now..." Instead of standing in front of you he circled behind, confusing you until you felt his breath crest across the shell of your ear. "Where would you like me to bite you?" Shivering involuntarily at his low gravely voice, you felt your face heat up immensely. Innocent remember! The guy is just trying to satiate your own morbid curiosity, don't be a weirdo about it.

"Uh a-anywhere is fine, really! Wherever you're comfortable biting, and you can bite as hard as you want. I have a pretty high pain tolerance so it won't bother me." The words tumbled out of your mouth jumbled and much less calmly than you were hoping but Harper only let out an airy laugh the ghosted along your neck as he began moving your shirt down your shoulder. As he did you felt his warm breath fan over the juncture of your throat and shoulder, clueing you into the spot he'd chosen. "Are you sure this is ok?" You could feel his lips move centimeters from your skin and it was driving you up the walls. How did he have you so worked up and he hadn't even touched you yet?

"Yep! Like I said anywhere is A-OK with me." A second passed and he seemed to be confirming with himself before you felt his warm lips envelope your skin and his sharp teeth pressed harshly into your shoulder. The pain shot through you immediately causing you to gasp involuntarily and your knees buckle, but before you could fall Haprers arm encircled your midsection holding you up easily. As his teeth unlatched from your skin you could feel his tongue lap out against the wound, whether because blood was actually drawn or not you couldn't tell. The way the cold metal of his piercings and his long tongue massaged the spot had you moaning at the sensation.

The hand that was not around your midsection you could feel it settled onto your hip, rubbing comfortable circles and pressing you back against him desperately. "Fuck, you look so good marked up like this and you make such pretty noises Cara Mia." Harper groaned as he pulled away from your neck but only strayed far enough to growl into your ear again. "I want to hear more."

The dark circles and numerous marks you'd wake up with in the morning were worth it.

*Casually reads this 5 more times*

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cosmica-galaxy · 1 year

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How would jeb react to his egg hatching?

Jeb was a patient man. A very patient man.

He has dealt with the egomaniacs at the Nexus Facility, the insane ramblings and actions of his once close friend, the hubris of the AAHW, and the audacity of Hank Wimbleton. At this point, you would think he would be a saint.

But this...this was beginning to break his patience. Not out of anger...but out of worry. Worry for his precious egg. Why?

It was late to hatch.

He had done the regular check-ups he was supposed to do. He kept it warm while it was his turn on shift. His Player had done the same. Both parents doing their respective parts to care for the egg and made sure it was clean. He even triple checked the due date again and again.

The egg was due to hatch 2 weeks ago.

It still sat dormant with no cracks and no change.

Jeb was now eaten up with worry and guilt. Had he done something wrong? Did the egg get too cold and he didn't know? Did it possibly get too hot from the periodic baths they would give it? Was it sick? Stillborn? Jeb tapped his foot as he continued to stare at the egg sitting on the pillows on their shared bed. Still no signs of visible life.

He lost sleep over this, he can feel the bags under his eyes pulling at his eyelids. But he won't know a peaceful rest until...hopefully...the little one is born.

"Jeb...? Honey?"

Jeb blinks slowly back to the present as he turns to see his lover, the Player, standing in the door. Looking at him in worry.

"You're still awake?"

Jeb could only sigh.

"I...I can't sleep, my beloved. The egg is grossly overdue. It should've hatched 2 weeks ago...I'm worried something has gone wrong."

The Player could only look at their lover sadly before walking over and sitting next to him on the couch in their shared bedroom, giving him a good side rub of affection as they sit next to him.

"Maybe they're just late, sweetie. If we give them a little more time, maybe they'll pop out. We can only hope."

"Hm. Hope can only get you so far..."

"But it brought me to you, didn't it?"

Jeb could only smile as you return it and nuzzle him lovingly. Both of you look at the egg in worry as you sigh in slight despair. It has been a long time...maybe...maybe something did go wrong? What if they were never going to arrive...? What if they...

"My beloved..."

You only snap out of your thoughts when you feel Jeb brush a thumb under one of your eyes, revealing that you had leaked a tear from your negative thoughts.

"Are you sure you should be asking ME if I'm alright?"

You let your lip wiggle a bit as you look down in worry.

"I'm just...I'm worried. I'm SO worried. We have done everything and did everything we could...but the egg still isn't hatching! What did we do wrong? Was it...was it doomed from the beginning? Have we already lost it?"

You whimper, leaning into Jeb as he wraps his arms around you in an effort to comfort you. He wants to weep too, as the possibility of his child being gone was growing higher and higher by the moment the longer the due date passes. But now, his lover weeps in his arms as he stares hopefully at the egg. Just praying that it would show some form of life.

But then...in this dark hour for you both...a sound is heard. One that filled you both with so much hope.

Crack!

The Player's weeping pauses as both parents look towards the egg in astonishment. Even Jeb could barely believe his eyes as a large crack forms on the top of the egg and...it begins to wiggle!

Both of you jump up off the sofa and hurry to the bedside, watching in growing anxious anticipation as the egg wiggles and more and more cracks develop on the once-pristine shell.

"J-Jebby! The egg!"

"I see it! I see it!"

Both parents excitedly wait with baited breath as the egg wiggles even more and a large ring of cracks develops around the top of the egg.

Then, the top falls to pieces and a small glittering gray face comes wiggling out of the shell. A little band of light separates from the glittering skin of the infant and begins to hover just above their head, just like a miniature version of the keystone fragment.

After that, the infant begins to squeak and whimper in an effort to vocalize. Enticing both parents to lean closer and nuzzle the new arrival affectionately.

"Oh Jebby! They're here! They're okay!!"

The Player cheers as they scoop up the remaining eggshell, along with the infant, and holds them closer to their body. Snuggling the new arrival lovingly as Jeb embraces them both, allowing the little one to rub against his facial hair in an effort to bond with the new parents.

"Heh...little one, you gave us both a scare. We thought you weren't gonna make it...but I see that hope still has some value, even in Nevada. Welcome to the world."

Jeb purrs out as the little one lets out more squeaks in response.

Making both parents let out gentle laughs as they embrace their new infant and finally become a whole family after a terrifyingly long incubation time.

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bi-bard · 2 years

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I’m Just Asking if I Can See You - Lance Sweets Imagine (Bones)

Title: I’m Just Asking if I Can See You

Pairing: Lance Sweets X Reader

Based On: Ugly Side

Word Count: 1,337 words

Warning(s): fear of commitment

Summary: Lance spent a long time trying to get through (Y/n)’s shell. It looks like he’s finally found success. However, when (Y/n) is ready to be serious, Lance suddenly decides to run for the hills.

Author's Note: This is such a great song.

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It all started with a moment of annoyance.

With Lance making a few too many snarky comments in the hopes of getting under my skin.

Lance and I had fallen into this pattern of being assholes to each other. He would poke at the tough act I would put on while I would remind him of how he follows Booth around like a lost puppy. We just didn't get along. It was just a constant line of being- for lack of a better word- dickish.

Everyone else on the team hated it.

Neither one of us seemed to care.

Well, at least I didn't think either one of us cared.

I was sitting in my little office in the corner of the lab when Lance walked in.

"Oh God," I muttered.

"Okay," Lance said. "Rude."

I just rolled my eyes.

"Do you practice your annoyed faces," he asked. "Or is it really just an instinct?"

"Screw you," I replied.

He walked over and sat in the chair on the other side of my desk. I raised an eyebrow at him. He grinned at me, relaxing into the seat. I put down my pen and the file, leaning back in my own chair.

"What do you want, Sweets," I asked.

"A conversation."

"Well, no shit."

"A genuine conversation," he corrected. "I want to have a real conversation without the insults and arguing. I want you to be completely real and honest with me."

"Okay," I shrugged. "Go on."

Lance looked at me for a moment before leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, "Do you hate me?"

"No."

"Have you ever hated me?"

"Meh, not really," I said. "Hate's a strong word."

"Disliked me?"

"Disliked your behavior," I corrected.

"But me as a person?"

"You can be a good person," I replied. "I know that. I've seen you do your job."

He nodded. There was a pause between us.

"I don't hate you either," he said after a moment. "Just saying."

"Thanks," I chuckled. "I... I was kinda convinced you did."

"Really?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "I know that I tend to be cold and a little harsh, but you didn't seem to be that way. When you showed up and so quickly started with the jokes about my 'shell', it was hard to ever let it crumble, y'know?"

He seemed caught off-guard, "I... I'm sorry."

"It's alright," I tried to shrug it off, blinking away a few extra tears. "I was a dick to you too. Sorry about that, by the way."

"It's okay," he nodded.

There was another pause between us.

"Can we both agree to move forward with no hard feelings," he asked. "I won't make jokes about you and you won't make jokes about me?"

"Deal."

Lance grinned at me before standing up and going to leave. He stopped at the door and looked back at me.

"Wanna go for drinks tonight," he asked.

"Building trust, are we," I replied with a grin.

"Something like that," he nodded.

I looked down for a moment, feeling my face warm up, "I'd like that."

He let out a breath before turning around and actually leaving the room. I chuckled to myself.

After that day, nothing was quite the same again.

The team obviously noticed that we were treating each other well. We both seemed to easily shift from hating each other to caring for each other in a matter of weeks.

I had never expected it, but I really liked it.

I loved it. I loved him.

That was my first thought when I woke up one morning. Lance had stayed over for the night. He was already awake when I opened my eyes. I grinned at him. My heart sped up a little bit as he smiled back at me.

"Morning," I said.

"Morning," he replied, leaning over to kiss my forehead.

"Lance," I mumbled after a moment of silence.

"Yeah," he asked.

I took a deep breath, "I... I love you."

There was a long pause. Too long of a pause. We sat there in silence for what felt like ages. His eyes were wide in shock. I felt my stomach churn as I got more and more nervous.

"Lance," I pushed.

"I've... um... I've gotta go," he said before pulling himself out of bed.

"What?"

"I just... I need to go," he slid on his shoes, forgetting that he was still in his pajamas. I sat in bed, watching him move. He stopped at the bedroom door. "I... I'm sorry."

I sat in bed in complete shock. When I heard the front door shut, my heart dropped. He was gone. I told him that I loved him and he left.

I should've known better.

I was a fun game for him. A way for us to just poke at each other. He didn't care for me beyond that. I should've known better than to get so attached to him. That was my mistake.

After that morning, he avoided me completely if we weren't around the rest of the group. He wouldn't talk to me one-on-one or join the group outside of work. He didn't want to confront what had happened.

And that sucked because I did.

It had been a few weeks since he started avoiding me. That's when I spotted him about to walk out of the lab on his own. I decided that I had enough of this constant avoidance.

"Lance!"

He turned around as soon as he saw me. I was about to follow him, but he didn't get very far, walking face-first into a pillar. He stepped back, holding his nose.

"Lance," I called again, now jogging over because I was worried about him. I reached up and guided his hand away from his face. There was a bit of blood coming out. "Oh God."

I grabbed his wrist and started dragging him with me.

"Brennan, can I use your office?"

"Yeah, yeah sure," she said as I walked over.

After getting him to sit on the couch, I handed Lance a tissue, gently guiding him forward.

"Don't tilt your head back," I instructed. "Doesn't actually work."

"Thanks," he mumbled.

I nodded.

Once the bleeding stopped (there really wasn't a lot), I got the wet wipes that Angela had given and cleaned up what was left on his face.

"You don't have to do this," he said.

"Yes, I do," I replied. There was a pause before I threw the wipe away. "Are you going to talk about what happened?"

"I hit a pillar-"

"Lance."

He sighed, "I'm sorry."

"Just... what happened," I asked. I felt tears starting to fill my eyes. "I... I said that I loved you. I was vulnerable just like you had begged me to be. And the moment I was, you left."

He looked down again. I bit my lip, silently begging him to tell me what happened. To assure me that it wasn't my fault. That I wasn't the reason he ran away. I just needed something.

"I got scared," he muttered. "And I know that sounds stupid, but it's the truth. When you said you loved me, it felt like everything was suddenly too real. I just felt like I needed to run."

I reached over and grabbed his hand. He looked back over at me. I grinned at him a little bit. He grinned back, moving to fully intertwine our fingers.

"I still want to be with you," he said. "I know I messed up. Very badly, in fact. But I'd like to be with you... if you'd like that."

I leaned over slowly and pecked his lips.

"I don't want you to run again," I muttered. "Not just because you're scared. Please don't do that again."

"I won't," he replied. "I promise."

Lance leaned over and pressed his lips to mine again. I grinned into the kiss as I slowly kissed him back. He moved back first.

"I love you," he said.

I smiled fully, "I love you too."

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