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josephquinnswhore · 1 year

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Hii, I'm new here and loving everything you wrote xD

can I request one pedro x reader in which they meet each other at a party or sth but reader is in a relationship with someone else (famous or not, it doesn't matter) but pedro gets mesmerized and it's pretty much love at first sight on his part and he acts respectfully but yet very flirty saying one day they'll be together and reader will be his and some months or a year or so later they meet again by chance and reader is now single and also sure pedro forgot about her but he didn't and they just flirt again and there's a sparkle there, it could end on smut or not, it's up to you! Thanks 💖

I’ll Wait For Love

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x female reader.

Summary: Pedro waits for you after a love at first sight moment with you.

Word Count: 4.6k

Content Warning: reader has a dirtbag boyfriend, abusive relationship, he threatens to off himself. (Reader is oblivious). Use of whore, hooker etc. Foul language, getting drunk. Bit of spice at the end but nothing actually happens.

Note: thank you for requesting this, I went overboard I’m sorry 😭😭😭🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 I decided to change things up a bit to go with the plot I hope that’s okay!!

“You’re not wearing that. You look like a cheap hooker, go change now.” You frown at the comment, liking how the dress sits on you, but you know better to argue, Ben, your new found boyfriend of a few months was sensitive on topics like this; what you’re allowed to wear, but you thought it was sweet, it means he cares about you right? Plus you were his, your body wasn’t meant for wondering eyes.

“Sure hun. Do you want to pick out something nice and I’ll change?” You start to kick of your heels and unzip the knee high silver dress, approaching the mirror in your bedroom, you take a look at yourself and decide he’s right, it’s not the right outfit, you do look cheap.

“Put this on.” He had pulled out a floor length gown, navy blue in colour and it had mesh long sleeves, and a high neckline, it kind of felt suffocating but you didn’t argue. “Zip me up?” He does, his hands feel like fire on your skin, and like a flame you try not to flinch at the warmth on your cool skin.

“What do you think?” You ask, twirling for him, holding your hands in front of your stomach, fingers intertwined in a nervous twitch as you rub your fingers together. He smiles, his suit hanging off him loosely as he walks towards you. “You look perfect. That’s my girl.” You relish in the compliment, your eyes flutter shut and he kissed you on the forehead, smoothing your hair after he disturbs it.

“You can put those black heels back on, I love how they make your ass look, but I better not catch anyone else looking.” You’re grateful to wear the heels, not really wanting to wear flats of sneakers to a work after party. You check your watch, you were running late now, you had to get there. “Are we ready to go?” Ben hums in return and slightly pushes on the small of your back to get you moving, you almost trip on the fraying carpet of the bedroom.

When you get into the car, the aircon is blasting in your face, the music is too quiet and you wish you had something to focus on that would take the nerves away. You decide on smoothing your dress over and over in an attempt to calm yourself.

“What are our social rules? Tell me babe.” You knew this was coming, the rules he’d set every time you’d go to a public function together, in which you reasoned, he just wanted to keep you safe, he didn’t want to be seen with a slob.

“1. No swearing or cursing. 2. No hanging out with guys without you. 3. No getting stupid drunk.”

He looks at you with pride in his eyes and offers you a lopsided grin. “There’s my good girl.” You feel yourself smiling, cheeks hurting as you force the grin, all you want to do is make him happy, proud of you.

When you get to the event his eyes are watchful of the people around you, his hand immediately meets your ass as he leads you around like his award winning show animal.

The noise from inside the club is booming from outside, you come across your security guard from work and he greets you. “Good evening miss, sir. Enjoy the night.” He winks playfully and you smile at the tall man, “thank you Simon, be seeing you!” Your boyfriend scoffs from beside you and your smile drops, not wanting to annoy him already, you had just gotten here.

The music was loud inside the club, the lights were colourful and the speed in which they move around began to hurt your sensitive eyes. When you move into the dance floor, a familiar voice comes through the speaker. “Here’s the women that made it all happen, everyone give her a round of applause.” The DJ pointed to you and you flush red, bashful all of a sudden as your work colleagues cheer for you. You wave in a thanks and you’re about to keep moving when your co-owners stand on the stage, baring teeth as they grin at you, the music has stopped now and Ben pulls you to him roughly with his arm around your waist.

“Thanks to this lovely lady, for pushing us to make the game so special to us into a tv show, which has been shown so much love in return and unspeakable success, without you we would have found our new family.” You’re crying at the speech Andy and Jason are giving, and you thank the gods your make up is waterproof.

“We want to give you the pleasure of inviting you back to our VIP area with a few more special guests in our team tonight, what do you say?” The room goes quiet and you’re cheering, nodding yes. How could you refuse that offer, Ben stands beside you however is furious, you hadn’t consulted him, you had publicly embarrassed him as he had not been invited, he wouldn’t be allowed in. What were you trying to do, get away from him? Not going to happen.

“You’re not fucking going in there, I can’t protect you in there.” His hand is on your wrist and you wince, pulling away from his grip as Andy and Jason come over, eyeing the two of you before leading you away, “come on, let’s get this started hm?” Jason stays behind, feeling the first hand anger of your boyfriend being embarrassed, “sorry man, no plus ones.” He held his hand out to stop him and walked off, unaware of the holes Ben was burning in the back of his head. You turn around and mouth ‘I’m sorry’ but by the look in his eyes as he watches the men lead you away, you’d fucked up, badly.

You turn to the men, anxiety clawing up the back of your throat, “hey Um, maybe I should go, you know.” The men look at each other and shake their head, “absolutely not.” Andy huffs. “You’re coming with us, pretty lady.” Jason compliments. That would only get you in even more trouble.

The VIP area was stunning, there was one giant lounge that was in the shape of a half circle, the dark red velvet felt amazing as you graze your fingers over it, a large chestnut wooden table sits in the middle. The people who already are seated, stand up to greet you. First is Bella Ramsey, you pull them into you, squeezing them before you let go. “You look beautiful you know.” You shrug it off caustically, “and you look handsome.” Your fingers run across the blue suit they wear, the blue brighter than your own dress but still looked like you dressed to match.

Next was Anna Torv, her long blonde hair sits on her shoulders, you smile as you see her, you’re both mock screaming as she pulls you into her. Your chin rests on her shoulder, in your heels you’re almost as tall as her without. “It’s so great to see you, you’re looking stunning.” She gives you a once over once she pulls back, looking you up and down before smacking your ass. “How have things been with Ben?” You sigh, people knew things weren’t great but was the only one who spoke of it.

“He’s upset I came in here, I dunno maybe it was a mistake coming at all, i just wanna forget Anna,” she grins, “then we’ll make you forget hun, what’s your poison?” You hum, looking at the menu she had handed you that was sat on the table, “it’s gotta be a fruit tingle, I would die for one right now.” She walks towards the private bar and orders you a drink. The last man that’s in the room and coming towards you is Pedro Pascal, an emerald green suit clings to his broad shoulders, a black turtle neck fits him deliciously underneath, his hair is messy in a way that makes you swoon, the unruly curls and patchy beard have you swooning for the man before he even says a word to you.

“Hi I’m Pedro, it’s so wonderful to meet you again, we’ll properly this time.” You give him a lopsided smile, “it is wonderful to meet you properly. How are you enjoying your evening?” He shrugs, “I haven’t had the chance to check out the bar yet, care to join me?” You nod, “sure, Anna’s just ordered me a drink.”

When you get to the bar Anna turns to you, seeing Pedro in tow by your side, she gives you a smirk and you raise an eyebrows, giving her a look that ceases her action. “Hey pretty lady I was just coming to find you, here.” Pedro orders a whisky as he stands beside you. She hands you the drink and you sip out of the straw, stirring the ice and watching as it swirls around the glass. “Pedro, this is gonna be a great night dontcha think?” He looks at you, actually taking you all in with a slow up and down look.

He takes a sip from his glass, nodding to himself. “Yeah, it’ll be a good night.” The words left unspoken were in her company.

Hours go by and you realise you’re tipsy, you should probably stop now while you’re ahead, you’re sat between Pedro and Anna, the two are up to a whole lot of mischief when they hang out, now you’ve been dragged into it. “So you’re the beautiful lady I gotta thank for turning the game into the tv series huh? Anna told me you’re a founder of Naughty Dog.”

You shrug, your humbleness was something everyone admired. “I thought it would be awesome to see it on screen you know, I grew up playing the game and wanted to do something special with it as an adult. Keep the story alive.” Pedro sits with his legs towards you, leaning in close to listen as the music blasts over the speakers, lifting his drink to his lips as he takes a sip, his tongue licks the sticky residue off after some drips from the cup.

“I actually pushed the casting director to try and see if you’d be interested in the role when I realised you’d auditioned, I just knew we had to have you.” Your words sent Pedro’s cheeks flushing bright red, he runs a hand through his hair at your drunken confession. “So you’re the woman I have to thank for my success.” You set your drink down on a coaster on the table, your hand on Pedro’s knee as you give him a sincere look. “You’ve got no one to thank but yourself, you’re a talented actor and I’m sorry it’s taken the world this long to appreciate you and your hard work.”

Pedro thinks he fell in love then and there, he wanted to pull you into him, kiss you with all his might and take you home. But he couldn’t, he saw you walk in with some guy that’s the opposite of how he looks, blonde hair, green eyes and a slim build, there’s no way you’d find him attractive. He shoots his shot anyway; being too drunk to care about the consequences, especially not the fact you’re literally his boss. “You’re gonna be mine someday, beautiful lady. I gotta have you.” You bite your lip as you look up at him, wishing now for nothing more than to kiss him and let him take you home.

“Yeah sure, Pascal whatever you say.” You roll your eyes playfully and stand wobbly, he helps you up and holds you in place as you wipe your sweaty hands on your dress, Pedro’s flirty and charming personality was taking its toll on you.

“I better head home, it was incredible to meet you properly. Hopefully we can catch up again soon.” You smile, your face completely red as you realise how much you’ve had to drink. His face is unreadable and a beat goes by before he offers, “why don’t I take you home, just so I know you get home safe.” You turn around and look, not being able to see Ben anywhere in the general club area, you’re humming and ah’ing about what to do. “I came here with someone, I should probably wait for him.”

“Actually, your boyfriend left like an hour ago, he was super pissed about something.” Your heart drops to your stomach, fuck.

You rush to gather your things and scramble in a panic that worries Pedro. He stops you with a hand, “hey, you’re in no state to go home alone, let’s catch a cab.” Your heart rate is pounding so fast you think you might spew. “Okay.”

The cab stinks of cigarettes and cheap cologne, a bitter mix that had your gag reflex heaving, you had to fight the nausea of the car rocking back and forth not to spew in the car. Pedro rubs your shoulders as you slump into him, his hands tucking your loose strands of hair behind your ears. “Hey, keep your eyes open for me gorgeous, don’t fall asleep you’re almost home.” Home. If your home was with Ben then why did everything with Pedro feel so natural, so beautiful and seemed to be flourishing already. You sighed, you’d have to go back to Ben and he would be furious with you.

The cab comes to a halt and you open the door, turning back to Pedro, “let me walk you to your door.” Pedro offers, you shake your head, “he’s already mad I don’t-I don’t wanna make him angrier. See you around.” You offer a small smile before wobbly stepping out of the cab into the cold air, it was 12:38. The cold nipped at every crack and crevice in your body, only warming after you had climbed 3 sets of stairs to get to your apartment, the elevator was unavailable to use after 11:30pm, stupid assholes whoever made that rule.

As you get to your door, your chest is heaving, you bring your keys up to the door to unlock it and turn the key, but it doesn’t unlock, you try every key on your lenyard but it doesn’t work, he’s changed the locks; again. You start to bang on the door, not wanting to deal with his bullshit this late, you were exhausted, just wanting to go to bed. With no reply you start banging on the door more furiously, “Ben let me in!” You stand for a few more minutes and you hear shuffling, “you can find somewhere else to stay tonight, whore.” You sigh, “please ben, just let me in.” He scoffs, the sound muffled through the door, “get lost.” His footsteps shuffle away and you hit the door and yell, “fuck you!”

You race out of the building, heels in hands by the time you get to the bottom of the stairs, tears in your eyes and body freezing. You ring Anna a few times, who was by the sound of it, still at the club. She was surprised to hear you crying, but not really. “Hey An, can you come get me please? I need a place to stay tonight.” Your voice is wobbling and shaking at the cold air and the emotions you’re feeling.

“Stay where you are hun I’m coming to get you.”

You weren’t sure how long you waited before Anna shows up, Simon was driving and he got out of the car to help you up off the sidewalk, your shoes still in your hands as your feet ache from 6 flights of stairs you’d walked tonight. As Simon helps you up, you hear Ben yelling to you, cheeks red and gasping for breath. “Babe wait! Wait please.” You turn to him, a scowl on your face as you wait for him to explain himself. “Don’t leave babe please. I need you, you’re the only one that stops me from hurting myself, please don’t leave.”

You freeze, you didn’t want him to hurt himself, of course you didn’t. You were scared it would be all your fault if something did happen, that’s what made you stay as long as you did. Anna steps between you, offering a barrier between you to protect you from the manipulation, “she’s coming with me Ben.” Ben growls when you don’t come to his defence. “I’ll fucking kill myself if you leave me.” He shouts at you, “it’ll be your fault you know!” You’re sobbing and shaking into Anna as she leads you to the backseat of the car. “No wait! Babe please wait! I’m sorry I’ll change!”

Simon shoves Ben as he nears the car, a clear warning of what he’ll do to protect you. As Simon drives off you head the distant shout of, “you’re nothing without me!” You sob and Anna pulls you into her, running a hand through your hair as she shushes you, “you know none of that nonsense is true hun. I’ve got you.” She kisses the top of your head and let’s you cry into her, she feels a sense of pride when you speak through your tears, “I’m done An, I’m finally done for good.” She had never been more proud of you.

The next time Pedro sees you is nearly 10 months after your proper meeting at the work place party. You had returned to work after months in therapy and working on yourself, it had been hard work, trying to reverse all that Ben had done to you. You’d even gone to the lengths of getting a restraining order after he had followed you around town a few times, even sitting in the workplace parking lot waiting for you to finish work.

You looked different to the first time he got to know you, not by physical appearance, but you had a shine about you, you were glowing in your own warmth that had come from your hard work alone. You had been shuffling through some paperwork when Pedro had knocked on your door in the office, you’re met with a nervous Pedro, you have a gentle smile on your face and welcome him in, “please, have a seat.” He sits across from you and you set your paperwork down.

“Is everything okay?” He shuffles, “uh yeah everything’s fine, I just wanted to say it’s great to have you back.” Your heart flutters at his kindness, he was such a sweetheart. “Thank you Pedro, it’s incredible to be back, is there anything else?” You didn’t want to rush him out, in fact you loved his company, but you could tell there was something that was bothering him.

“Tell me if I’m reading this wrong, but I’d like to take you out for dinner, you know, on a date.” You smile at him, finally.

When you don’t reply as a beat passes he’s chuckling nervously, “sorry I said anything I must’ve-“ you stand over the desk and caress his face that’s looking up with to you with those chocolate brown orbs, full of vulnerability which makes you want him more. “I’ve been waiting for you to ask for months, of course I’ll go on a date with you.” His breath hitches when he realises how close you are, you kiss the corner of his lips and sit back down on your seat, picking your paperwork back up.

He watches you, stunned with your confidence and your actions, “pick me up from mine at 8?” Pedro nods, cutely stuttering as he agrees, “right, y-yes 8 will do perfectly!”

“Alright handsome, now get back to work.” You wink to him, “yes ma’am.” He says before leaving. Your heart is hammering so hard in your chest you’re finding it hard to focus on any paperwork. You start to wonder what the hell you’re gonna wear to dinner.

Pedro shows up at your house at 7:45pm, a punctual man is such a turn on. You’re shimmering your dress down a little bit so it sits comfortably, the red dress accentuates your body perfectly, the sweetheart neckline shows off a decent amount of cleavage without leaving nothing to the imagination, your gold heels were sparkling in the hallway light, your purse hanging off your shoulder as you answer the door. “Hey,” he says as if he’s breathless, and hands you a bouquet of flowers, he’s wearing a navy blue suit that’s unbuttoned, a white turtleneck sits comfortably underneath.

“Hi.” You greet, not hiding how obvious you are to checking him out. “You look so handsome,” you muse, taking the flowers and hold them to your chest. His cheeks flush as red as your dress, he takes your hand to lead you to his black Audi, “you look breathtaking, I’ve never felt luckier.” He opened the door for you and you sit down, carefully setting thr bowyer down at your feet, to your surprise, he leans over you and buckles your seatbelt in for you.

It drives you crazy, the smell of his natural musk mixed with cologne and his hair mousse. You have to fight the urge to bite the flesh on his neck to claim him as your own.

The radio is quiet as he drives to your location, the gps interrupting the song playing as it directs Pedro to take a right at the next set of traffic lights, he’s still beside you, looking like he’s fighting himself internally. You reach over and set a gentle hand on his thigh, that seems to relax him as he takes the right turn, his hand rests on top of yours as you encourage him to relax.

“You have arrived at your destination.”

The building was fancy; that was an understatement. It was a large building, what you can only assume are thousands of bricks and large open windows, the parking is exclusive and he picks a spot that he reserved, having to punch his reservation number into the device before the gates opened for him to enter.

“Thank you, such a gentleman.” You compliment as he opens the door for you. He readjusts his suit jacket, nerves getting the best of him as he locks his car as you walk towards the entrance of the building. You feel the ghost of his hand on the small of your back, as if he’s scared to actually touch you.

The interior of the building was beyond what you could’ve imagined, the lighting was dim; romantic. The music was quiet and the building was completely empty; had he rented out this whole thing? Just for you? The first man you meet is dressed in a suit, “welcome, Mr Pascal, please join us at our finest table.” He leads you away from the main area, into a reserved room which was stylishly decorated with balloons, rose petals and two tall candles on the table.

“Oh Pedro, you didn’t do this all for me did you?” He pulls your seat out for you and sits across from you, “it’s too much isn’t it? I knew I was going overboard. I’m sorry.” You frown at him, your hand caressing his own on the table, the silk tablecloth was gentle on your fingertips. “Pedro, listen to me sweetheart I’m only going to say this once.” His brown orbs meet yours, worried about what might come from your mouth.

“I like you, I have for a long time, okay? Whatever we do together I’m happy with. We could’ve went to McDonalds and I would’ve had a great time with you. No matter where we are or what we do. Now unclench your jaw and relax your shoulders handsome.” He obeys you, you see him visibly relax at your orders and he gives you a bashful look, he’s trying not to apologise. “Thank you, I just-after everything you’ve been through. I wanted it to be perfect.”

Your heart aches at his sweet confession, the words stick to your heart like thick honey. “Oh Pedro, it’s always been you sweetheart. You are perfect for me, perfect to me.”

The waiter comes with the first course, you hum in delight at the taste that tingles on your tastebuds.

“You know, Anna was the one that pushed me to ask you out, she knew I wanted to I was just-spineless I guess.” You laugh, of course she did.

“She’s been rooting for us since that night at the club, I don’t blame her. Look at us.”

The second entree is delivered to you, as well as the waiter offering wine in which you accept, you both opting for red. You sip on your red wine as you pick at your food, talking and eating in between bites.

“You know I’ve had a crush on you ever since game of thrones, how could I not, are you kidding. Oberyn Martell was the love of my life as a young adult.” Pedro laughs at that, the crows feet by his eyes are endearing to you. The sound of his laugh is like the sweetest symphony you’ve ever heard.

“He’s everything I want to be, the sexiest guy ever.” You can’t contain the smile that breaks on your lips, “please, have you seen yourself? Every person on the internet right now wants Daddy Pascal.”

The sultriness of your voice wasn’t meant to be that-sexual. It had just slipped out-kind of. Pedro was cut off by the main course arriving, the smell was delightful and tasted even better with the accompaniment of the wine.

“What do you think of the whole daddy thing?” He asks, it’s not a question you’re expecting to come from him. You nearly choke on your food from laughing, you carefully swallow the food, the fullness becoming more and more with every bite, you were thankful the last course was dessert.

“I think it’s sexy.” You deadpan, honesty is the best policy right?! He spits his wine into his napkin, obviously not expecting that to come from your lips.

“I don’t have daddy issues, if that’s what you’re wondering. I just think it’s sexy that you embrace it, like you’re a dad for all the people out there that don’t have a good father figure. I think it’s sexy because I can imagine how good of a father you would be to your own children.”

Pedro watches you, dumbstruck, completely and utterly in love with you, without a doubt you are meant for him. The waiter clears your table, returning a few minutes later with dessert, the last course.

You sit in comfortable silence, you don’t mind that he didn’t say anything back, it’s a lot to take in and process and maybe you could’ve been crossing a line-but you wanted to be completely honest with him about your feelings.

“I think I love you.” He sputters out, “no.” He nearly shouts, earning a confused look from you, “I know I love you. God I want you to be mine.” His fingers are tapping on the table in a nervous stim, trying to draw the nerves away from his mouth and anything stupid he might say.

“I’m yours sweetheart.” It’s everything he wants to hear, you waltz over to him, sit on his lap sideways and play with the curls on the nape of his neck, “I’m yours Pedro.” He leans forward and brushes your lips together softly. You pull away after a few seconds and his pupils are blown out, dopamine flowing through the two of you creates a high you’ve never felt.

His fingers trace the hem of your dress, tickling your thigh which emits a low groan from you, “you’re gonna be mine forever right?” He already knew the answer, he just wanted to hear it. His fingers dance up your thigh, kissing your shoulder as he looks at you through his dark lashes. “Yeah baby, ‘m all yours, forever.”

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heyidkyay · 5 months

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And I'm petrified of being alone, now |

Part Eleven

Matty Healy x reader

Summary: She’s just trying to get by, really. What with being a single parent to her four year old son whilst simultaneously trying to kick start a successful career as a radio presenter. She’s got everything she’s ever wanted though, friends close by, a mum who’s merely a phone call away, and of course her baby boy. What else is there to wish for? But then, it’s not long before her relatively normal life gets upended and turned on its head, and she’s suddenly forced to deal with situations she’s never even thought to imagine.

What happens when one mention of a certain controversial singer on her show sends a flood of unexpected challenges her way?

Authors Note: Hiiiiii, it's been a while:) Sorry, had a lot going on tbh very hectic and stressy but I had most of this written out before life got all messy and so I just tried my best to finish it! Hope you all had a happy holidays, whether you celebrated anything or just had a lovely few days, also wishing you a very happy new year!! Here's hoping it'll be a good one x Alsooo, a big thank you to @procrastinatinglikeapro who's an utter angel and without this part wouldn't have been finished!<3

Onto part eleven I suppose!

Masterlist

It’d been too long a day, though it had only just gone eleven. So Matty had decided to take a well earned break that no one else seemed to be fully aware of. He’d left George and Adam to themselves, the pair caught up in a heated discussion about a particular opening to a new song they’d been working on, and Ross was off in the booth playing something or other just to escape the rest of them. He’d had a late one the night before and was feeling the effects of it, poor prat.

Matty reckoned that he probably had a good while before Jamie strolled in though, or before George started getting aggy about the current chord progression, so he’d taken to one of the far corners of the studio to slink into the small sofa there and pull out his phone.

Messages now Squeaks I’m meant to be prepping for recording!! Stop distracting me.

Matty grinned to himself at the most recent text he’d received. They’d been at it since six this morning, but he’d yet to grow tired and so was already typing one back.

Messages now Ditto babe So it would seem that you are the one now distracting me

He shook his head at the next reply that came through, but had to agree with her point; Adi seemed a whole lot scarier than the three twats he’d been burdened with. Even so, he couldn’t let her know that, could he? Or have the last word either. It was a matter of principle now.

See, it’d been a few weeks since that night at the club and the morning after in the quietness that was her flat- a place that still swarmed his thoughts during moments of the day when he felt his mind drift. He’d been so caught up in the moment back then, in her and in being allowed that close, that he hadn’t paid much mind to everything else. Too focused on watching, observing the way she behaved in a place so full of comfort. He only wished now that he had nosed around a bit more, her bedroom hadn’t given much away and neither had her kitchen, but those had been the only two places he’d been able to linger.

Still, afterwards he thought that the whole situation might’ve stirred things up for them, what with her dickhead of a mate and his waking up in her bed. Because most girls either fell arse over tit wanting to get into his trousers, or rather a chance in the spotlight, whilst others ran headfirst through the nearest fire exit door.

Mouse though, she was something else.

She kept him at arm's length, that was for sure. Made it clear she had boundaries, even if she was open to a bit of harmless flirting here and there. But he’d just put that down to her being more mature than most of the women he’d met. She was also dead set on them just being mates, and he could do that, really, he could. He had tons of female friends, ‘cause why not, right? So he knew he could hold back. He could.

Saying that though, Squeaks hadn’t just stuck around for a short time to live within the confines of his fame-covered umbrella and, honest to God, it was refreshing just how much she didn’t seem to mind the headlines nor the fans that came along with him. She loved his music, yeah, she’d made that part known- or at least their older stuff, bit mean- but that was it. She asked for nothing but his company.

And even then, that had been all down to him. He had sought her out. Not the other way around. So he was always wondering over it, over why and over her.

Usually, people like that were hard to come by these days, or were simply playing the long game. He’d seen it happen plenty times before, not just with himself, but with his parents too, and other people within the industry. It didn’t feel that way with her though. It was why he’d been so reluctant to share her anymore than he already had, ie. Jamie and now Danny too, he supposed. Although the latter hadn’t really asked much after her since their night out, on the low now that he feared Jamie was after his head. Matty couldn’t muster up any sympathy.

And during the last few weeks, he had practically forced his way into her life even further. Too scared that if he didn’t, if he relaxed, that she would just play it safe and walk away, and he wouldn’t have that. So, they’d gone from texting at all hours of the day to phoning most nights now that he had a set routine in London for a short while. And sometimes, if he was lucky, they would facetime and he’d feel his heartbeat pick up at the sight of her tired smile.

It was nice.

New.

Made him feel like a kid again, in truth. As though someone liked him just for being himself. His pushy, egotistical maybe, but simple self.

She’d probably rib him to bits if she could hear him now, all soppy like. But even so, he couldn’t find it in himself to take any of it back.

“Oi, loverboy! Gonna tell us what new model’s got you grinnin’ like that then?”

Matty’s head snapped up at the familiar lilt of George’s teasing voice, who was still seated in the cushy chair he’d long ago claimed but had since turned in to glance over at him.

“Nothing like that, dickhead.” And at George’s disbelieving hum, Matty rolled his eyes and tacked on, “Believe what you like, man. You finished sorting that section or not?”

George mimicked the action, though with less of his usual irritated flare, and cocked his head in the direction of his laptop. “Just about. Only gotta tune shit up now.” Then he glanced back at him, leaning in the chair with his hands linked across his front, “So are you going to finally tell us what’s had you so distracted lately? Feels like every time I see you you're glued to your phone. Not back on Twitter, are you?”

Matty glared at the mention of the app, because yes he was, but who the fuck was George to judge him for it? So he lied.

“No,” He scoffed just as his phone buzzed once more in his hand, it really was a great fucking struggle for him not to just go ahead and quickly check it. “Just scrolling. Why don’t you mind your business, egghead?”

It was a cheap shot, but all the questions had left him flustered. He was only fucking human, yeah?

“Ah, leave him be! It’s nice not to have him in my ear constantly.” Hann, the backstabbing twat, laughed and shot Matty an amused smile, as though that would lessen the blow. Matty rolled his eyes once more.

“Yeah, yeah. Can we get back to work now?”

George’s eyebrows rose a tad but he blew out a long breath and simply shrugged, “Whatever. Just let us know if it’s anything serious.”

Matty withheld the petulant urge to get all huffy with the lot of them and instead shoved his phone into his back pocket so that he could grab the neck of his guitar and not succumb to the overwhelming urge to have a peek.

Fucking overbearing glibs. Always wanting in on everything.

Though he supposed he couldn’t blame them, not really, seeing as he’d kept them on the outskirts of his life for so long now. Always keeping secrets, that it was practically now his trade. But well, a drug addiction would do that, and it wasn’t like he could go back and alter things.

This was a real change of pace for him, sure, but after all the crap that had come with the past year, Matty guessed that this couldn’t be easy for any of them either. It was definitely a shift.

He’d leave it. For now, at least. They could let him have this.

“Nah, nah, go and play that again.” Matty spoke up once he’d made his way back on over, listening to the loop Hann had just hit play on, “Who put that shit in? Sounds fucking awful!” And in turn, received a notebook to the head.

***

“... So yeah, Ads ended up putting the fire extinguisher to good use- our first go of it, too!” I felt the need to tack on, grinning at the very reminder of it as I filled up a pot to boil. “There was a crap ton of foam everywhere-”

“Language!” The woman admonished me from down the phone and I rolled my eyes around a faint chuckle.

“I’m twenty-three, mam! You can't scold me anymore and besides, I could have said a lot worse than crap, you know?”

She still tutted, displeased, “And what if Teddy were to hear? You wish for him to be spouting that the next time he’s at garderie?”

Shaking my head in amusement, I flicked on the hob and turned to pick the phone back up. “Nursery’s probably already heard it all.” I snorted, remembering the most recent mishap made by Teddy’s friend, Issie, when she had sworn in front of the entire school last assembly. “Anyway, he’s not even here! He’s been hypnotised by the tele.”

“I don’t think I will ever understand the charm behind that invention. It rots brains, ma mie!”

“Eh, so they claim.” I retorted with a meagre shrug whilst shuffling across the kitchen floor to find the pasta I'd left on the other counter, “But all it’s doing right now is keeping him out from under my feet whilst I make a start on tea.”

Even through the phone I could feel her exasperation.

“Et encore,” The woman stressed and I smiled mostly to myself as I propped my phone up against the wall again so that I could measure and still see her. She seemed to let the subject go though, because her next question was, “What are you making anyway?”

I told her and whilst I allowed her to direct me (and berate my cooking skills- even though I was her best student! As well as her only, I supposed) I prattled on about the rest of my day spent at the studio and then down at the shops after having picked up Teds from school. The little weirdo had tried to lure a pigeon in after us and failed helplessly.

So it wasn’t too long before she finally interrupted my ramblings, in fact I’d almost finished with the sauce I was mixing.

“You’ve been glowing lately.” I heard her say and I grinned around the finger I had popped in my mouth, having just tasted the creamy béchamel.

“I am?”

She hummed quietly whilst I chanced a glance over at her, “Hm, it’s new, nice.”

I snorted, unsure on how to take that. “Thanks?”

My mum merely rolled her eyes mirthfully, a small smile flickering at the corners of her mouth, “Have you thought about Noël much more?”

Pursing my lips, I leant forward to check on the still boiling pasta- not long now, I deemed. “I dunno if we can make it, mam. Last time we took the boat out Teds was ill for days after and I don’t want him spending Christmas like that, especially seeing as I have to be here up until the twenty-third, the second if I keep praying!”

“Okay.”

I paused instantly and rocked back on my heels to frown at her, having expected more of an argument. “Okay? What do you mean, okay? Do you not want me home or something?”

Mam just shook her head, chuckling quietly, and I felt the crease between my brows deepen. “Non! It just means that the plane ticket I bought won’t go to waste.”

Blinking, I spluttered out, “Hang on, plane ticket?? Since when do you fly!”

“Since I realised that nearly a whole year has passed since I last saw my family! Too long, mon cœur.” She shot straight back at me and I felt myself chuckle softly at her, feeling my heart swell enough to override the evident guilt that stirred.

“I’m sorry, maman. I didn’t mean for it to be so long, just…”

“Life, mon cher, life carries on and it keeps us busy. You most of all, with your show and the baby.” She consoled, her face so full of warmth.

“Hardly a baby now.” I felt the urge to mumble but she simply waved me off.

“As well as this new glow of yours!” She added, confusing me enough to laugh a little and question what she meant. “Don’t play me for a fool, chéri, I raised you! There is someone, isn’t there?”

“Someone?” I quipped right back, very much bewildered by this whole new conversation we were now having. “What are you getting at?”

She clucked her tongue at me, as though she thought I was just playing at being dense, and so I watched on as she lifted her eyes towards the ceiling. “Someone new! A mystery man, peut être?”

I gawped, spluttered, and then shook my head, “No, non! Far from! God, can’t a girl just glow? I’m just happy, maman!”

“Ah, so I am right! You’re blushing.”

“Am not!”

My mum merely laughed at my petulance in return. “You are, Souris! It’s nothing to be ashamed of, if you don’t want to tell me more then I will leave it, for now. It looks good on you though.”

“Maman.” I groaned, “You couldn’t be more wrong about this.”

“I know my own child, crois-moi.” Was all that she replied, shrugging simply whilst I stood frozen in my kitchen hundreds of miles away from her. I knew she wouldn’t budge though. “But I want to know more soon! Maybe when I visit.” She proposed.

My eyes widened and it took everything in me not to pester her any further on what the hell she’d meant by it all. Seeing someone? I mean, she was out of her mind. I hadn’t spared even a glance at anyone in that way since, well since Teddy! And she knew this.

“Now, you should probably do something about that pot, amour. It’s bubbling over.”

That was all I needed to force myself back into the present and I swore up a storm as I rushed over to save the pasta on the stove.

–

“Did you see it? Did you see it? Did you see it?”

I reeled back at the sudden presence of an overwhelming Adi, who had shot up to greet me at the studio door as I walked in, curls bouncing every which way. I laughed, more than a little surprised by the intrusion as I attempted to step around her and get further inside. It didn’t work as well as I hoped though, seeing how she scuttled after me like a baby duckling who’d just learned to walk.

“Christ, Ads! At least lemme put my shit down.” I told her, all but skidding around the settee to throw my bag onto it. “Only just about managed to escape a Teddy Tantrum on the way in.”

Even with the mention of the almost meltdown from the monster that was my toddler she still powered on, bouncing on the balls of her feet, phone clutched tightly in the hand she held close to her chest. “But did you see it!” She pestered me, the stress and excitement of the situation evident in the pitch of her voice.

Looking at her, I knew I just had to put her out of her misery. “Yes, I saw it.” I smiled slyly, shaking my head fondly whilst I moved over towards the kitchenette. “Brew?” I wondered aloud and she shot me the most scathing look.

“Forget tea! There’s no time for tea! Are we doing it, or not?!” Adi immediately fired back, eyes now as wide as dinner plates.

I tried so hard to keep my growing grin from view, messing with the cups atop the fridge, but she was nothing if not adamant.

“Mouse!”

Breaking, I laughed at her and glanced over to where she stood an arms length away, practically ready to explode. “Why wouldn’t we be?” I asked and her mouth dropped open at the insinuation of my words and the hope she’d been attempting to hide blossomed into pure elation.

“You’re serious? You’re not just messing with me? Because I will strangle you right here, right now!”

My eyebrows rose, but I was still grinning away. “I go down fighting, babe.”

“Don’t I know it- still have the scar from when we wrestled over who got to say the first hello to Bono!”

I grinned proudly but did remind her, “And I still have nightmares about your teeth buried in my left thigh.”

“Oi, that healed!”

I snorted, “And? The trauma didn’t.”

Adi rolled her eyes and then smiled over at me. “I can’t believe you’re actually agreeing to do this.” She breathed, watching me ever so closely now.

I shrugged, feeling a little sheepish but mostly just trying not to think about the circumstances of it all. “It’s for charity- and besides, they asked. I couldn’t say no, could I?”

A crease formed between her dark knitted brows, “You could. I know I’m excited and all but, if you’re not comfortable with it…” She trailed off and I hated seeing her all mopey and concerned, it rivalled Teddy’s best set of puppy-dog eyes. An art he’d mastered since before he’d been able to sit up on his own.

“I know.” I assured her kindly as I propped myself up against the counter, “I want to do it though, Ads. It’s for a good cause and whatnot. Plus, I’ll have you there with me and it’s not like we’ll be in front of any cameras.”

“Maybe not you, but I'm soaking it all up, babe!” Adi immediately retorted and she flicked her hair over her shoulder for dramatic effect, “A face like this was made to be seen.”

I smirked and continued with the task I’d set of refilling the kettle, “And who would I be if I denied the world that chance?”

“Exactly.” She said, then chuckled, moving across the floor to shoot two tea bags into the mugs I’d gathered. “Now, all we need to do is work out what to wear.”

“And what questions to ask! They said they’re still unsure on the lineup this year. What with it being all new and whatnot.” I mentioned, having been thinking on that specific issue since the ask had come through the previous afternoon.

It wasn’t a huge gala type event, nothing like the Met or the Brits, but it was going to be a big showcase in the leadup to Christmas. Something that was going to help provide a lot to those who were going without this year. From what I’d gathered, there would be variety acts, musical performances, comedians, dancers and the like, and it was meant to be broadcasted across the entire country. So, to say this was a big deal for us. A radio show I’d started in my bedroom! Was a massive understatement.

“I mean, an actual red carpet, Mouse!” Adi finally squealed, letting loose all the obvious excitement she’d been holding in. “Come on, even you’ve got to be looking forward to that!”

I nudged her hip slightly as I went for the milk, silently rebuking that comment, but she just laughed in turn. “I am, to be fair. It’s going to be a whole lot different from what we’re used to though.”

Adi merely flashed me a bright eyed grin, “Exactly why we need to dress to the nines, babe! Gotta show these haughty celebs that we can roll with the likes of them.”

I cackled when she did and then shook my head, extra careful not to go spilling any of the hot tea we’d brewed as we made our way back over towards the settee. This was definitely going to be one for the books.

***

“You got all that?”

The others all gave their own variation of a confirmation to their stressy manager whilst Matty’s attention deferred, eyes jumping ever so quickly from one thing to another.

“Matty mate, you hearing me?”

A barge shook him in his stance and he turned towards Jamie and the rest of the guys with raised brows before he huffed.

“Yeah, yeah- album, smiles, don’t be a fuckhead.” He listed off, already glancing away.

Ross snorted over Jamie’s head, who in turn rolled his eyes at Matty’s blatant tone. “Don’t fuck this one up, it’ll be good for your image, alright?”

“We won’t.” Hann promised him with that gentle smile of his just as George clapped the older man’s shoulder, “Try not to have a heart attack before we make it to the end, man.”

“I’ll be fucking lucky.” Matty heard Jamie mutter under his breath just before they were herded off towards the start of the carpet where a shit ton of fans and a horde of cameras waited.

“You doing alright though?”

Matty hummed at the quiet question, dipping his chin ever so slightly. He was alright. It just felt different, being at something like this stone cold sober. It had been too long, in truth. Actually, he’d begun to wonder if he’d ever not been on something since they’d first shot up to fame and been forced to attend shit like this. He lingered on that very thought even as he replied.

“Fine, just thinking over the opening.” He clasped his hands before him to keep himself from fidgeting any more than he had been. He was always fucking doing it, drove people crazy, or so he’d been told.

“You’ll ace it.” Ross whispered to him around a conspiratorial grin, squeezing Matty’s upper arm once before they were all called into the onslaught by an usher. “Show time, boys!” He added and with it, Matty forced out a breath.

Stepping onto a carpet always felt like entering a whole other reality, whether it was a black tie event or something sweet and easy. There was just nowhere that you could possibly hide to escape the cameras or the shouts and cries of people vying for your attention. It was easy to follow their directions though, ‘Over here!’ or ‘To your left!’, but it was much harder to tune out the other shit that got thrown their way.

“Matty! Matty! How was rehab?” One shouted, “Are you lot breaking up then?” Went another. “George, where’s Charli? And the after party, what about the after party?”

Matty bared his teeth and grinned through it, knowing he’d only be making things more difficult for himself if he gave them any inclination that he’d heard, let alone a real reaction.

By the time they made it off the first half though, away from all the blinding lights and constant flashing, Matty didn’t even get a chance to regroup before he felt himself already being steered towards the next horde of press.

He dragged a helpless hand down his face, bracing himself as best he could, before dozens, if not more, interviewers came into view, all eager to get their questions in, maybe find a way to have someone slip up and earn themselves a column in some crappy rag or paper.

Typically, he didn’t mind this part. Here he got to work his magic, charm and woo whoever it was standing behind the camera and then swiftly move on. It was everything he enjoyed in an interview; three, four questions max and then he was gone. Like smoke in the wind.

Matty smiled at the notion, then stepped up in between Hann and Ross to greet the first bloke who’d reached out for them.

Somehow he managed to persevere on through and make it nearer to the end. Normally it was there that they could evade most of the microphones stuck their way and make a swift exit into the awaiting building. But just as Matty opened his mouth to suggest it to the others, his eyes caught on something in the corner, or rather someone.

“Oh shit.”

“Yeah, it’s been a bit mental. But it’s over now though, mate.” Matty heard one of the others say in response to him as they clapped his shoulder heartily, but they obviously hadn’t realised that he hadn’t been moaning about the whole ordeal, not even moaning at all actually. No, he’d just been fucking shocked to the core and all but rooted to the red carpet in surprise and that was all the words that he could let escape.

Before he could think to correct them, or let them know, he somehow managed to unstick his feet and start hurrying in a whole other direction. They called out when they noticed but he paid them no mind, flicking at his blazer sleeves and then wiping his hands discreetly to get rid of that clammy sheen they always managed to create whenever he was on edge.

Because how could he not be? When Mouse was standing there at the very skirtings of the crowd, just behind a staged barrier. Her of all people. And Matty couldn’t quite manage to tear his gaze away. Sights set as he bulldozed on through people to get closer and closer.

She looked incredible. There was no denying that. Different to whatever he’d gone and made up in his head- something to do with a romantic dinner and them being all dressed up- but beautiful nonetheless. He found it difficult not to wonder over how no one else seemed to be lured towards her, how nobody else had gone over and asked why she was standing on that side of the barrier and not with the rest of this sorry lot on the carpet. Because-

Fuck, she was just stunning in that getup. Wasn't she? All red and pretty. Cheeks matching the sleek colour of her dress, smile unapologetic and wide. It was honestly so fucking hard to chance a blink let alone look away, worried she might not be there at all if he did.

She was talking with someone though, who had their back to him, eyes flickering up every now and again to check on the celebs heading their way. Actually, it was just as she did so once more that those eyes of hers spotted him through the small crowd near the edge, making her stutter in her stance and blink as though he was a mirage.

Matty grinned, unable to do much else, except manage a hurried jog the rest of the way, just needing to be near, to talk to her.

“The hell are you doing here?” Were the first words to spill from her painted lips, causing his grin to slip on into a full-on beam.

God, she sounded so startled, so sweet. He realised then that he’d actually missed her voice- and it’d only been a day since they’d last phoned. A short thing, before she had gone and fallen asleep to his senseless prattling, leaving him to watch her for a minute, or sixteen, before he’d finally hung up.

“Me! How about you?” Matty immediately countered, shaking his head at her cheek, “You never mentioned it.”

She smiled brightly, mouth moving but unable to form any real words, before she was swiftly interrupted, “You never mentioned it?!”

Her head snapped over towards the voice’s owner as did Matty’s, and he was rather bewildered to see Adi stood there, looking lovely in a white ensemble.

“She never mentioned it??”

He blinked at Adi’s almost screech, realising then that the girl had been speaking to him, and so he nodded hurriedly in answer, still grinning away at the eccentrics. “No, she fucking didn’t! So imagine my surprise, hey?”

“You cow!” Adi tutted, elbowing Mouse who looked a tad affronted by it all. “How could you not tell him?”

“I didn’t tell anyone!” She immediately countered, rubbing at her arm, “And anyway, I didn’t know he’d be here! Why are you here?” She looked at him then, eyes narrowed and nose wrinkled in angry confusion.

Matty couldn’t stop the soft snort that escaped him whilst she merely rolled her eyes in turn.

“Fine- stupid question. But you never mentioned it either!” Was her semi-sort-of-valid retort. He hadn’t mentioned it by name, he could admit that, just that he’d be busy tonight doing crappy promo shit.

“I did!” He argued anyway, because he couldn’t not with her.

“Did not!”

“Oh, and what have we wandered into here then?” Came George’s familiar lilt just as the rest of the band’s steady presence followed behind him, “Not starting catfights already, are you?”

Matty thinned his lips into an exaggerated smile when he turned to look up at him, “Hilarious. No, as it turns out I do have mates outside of you lot.”

George feigned a look of scandal then snapped his gaze over towards where Ross and Hann were standing, “You hear that? He’s gone and made friends all on his own!” Then, being the condescending prick that he was, he reached out to ruffle Matty’s previously styled hair.

Matty was quick to smack his arm away, huffing at the thought of what storm would now surely follow when their stylist finally caught a glimpse at the pictures of him looking a state. “She’ll kill me, you dick.”

Knowing just who he was referring to, George barked out an uncaring laugh. “Oh give over, you’ll survive.” Then he appeared to remember what had brought them over in the first place, looking away he asked, “And who might you be?”

Matty’s eyes instantly tracked Mouse, who got all flustered at having everyone’s attention suddenly on her. Her cheeks flushed further and her eyes skirted everywhere but them before they finally found his, he tried to flash her an apologetic smile. Thankfully, Adi was able to save her before Matty could think of a way out of this whole shitshow.

“Adeline Wells,” She was quick to introduce, heavy gaze flitting over George’s tall form before trailing back to the two stood behind them, “We’re from Mouse On A Mic.”

Hann appeared to blink in recognition, a flash of surprise donning his usually stoic features, but it was Ross that replied, “The radio show that rinsed Matty?”

“That was you?” George piped up, eyebrows reaching his hairline as he stared down at Adi.

“No actually, that would be me.” Mouse felt the need to clear up with a strained smile, lifting her hand as though her admission hadn’t captured all of their attention.

George’s face wrinkled further and so Matty was hasty in his move to slip in between them, closing the distance between him and Mouse so that now only the sodding barrier separated them.

“And isn’t she just lovely?” He intervened with a grin, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and settling there even though the harsh metal prodded into his hip unforgivingly.

George frowned in confusion whilst Hann smiled politely, dipping his head in a silent hello to both of the women. Ross on the other hand was a whole other story, he just started laughing.

“Oh shit!” He called out, hand falling to the top of his stomach whilst his mouth and eyes widened in amusement, “This is her, isn’t it?”

Matty’s own eyes grew as he shot Ross a warning look, feeling Mouse tense a tad beneath him.

Adi was having none of it though, eager to know more. “What about her?” She pivoted on a sleek heel to stare the pair of them down, eyes narrowed enough to instil a bit of fear into Matty himself.

Ross raised his hands up in a way that intended he’d meant no harm by the comment, “Nothing! Well, nothing bad at least.”

Adi raised a carved brow in retort whilst Mouse just turned to glance up at him, he humoured the thought of pretending not to notice it but couldn’t bring himself to even try.

“What’s he mean? I thought we moved past all that.” She murmured to him, looking so small under him now that he fought to wave all her worries away.

“No, no we did. Ross is just being a pillock, babe. In’t that right, Ross?” Matty’s words were pointed and direct enough that when the twat looked back over at him he saw the urgent look that headed a warning.

Ross, though, simply rolled his eyes. “Nah, I just meant, you must be the model.”

Matty swore he was slowly losing it, was he being serious?

Meanwhile it seemed that both girls had taken to just blanching at the massive muppet. “Sorry?”

George tutted, shaking his head as he finally righted himself, and put on a charming smile, “Ignore him, that one’s on me.” He admitted and was quick to continue further when his words showed no signs of reassurance, “I figured Matty had to have been speaking to someone, seeing as he’s nonstop on his phone.”

“Well, er- no, no model, just me.” Mouse replied almost sheepishly, then chuckled faintly, “Or maybe there is a model and he’s just not mentioned it.” She teased, earning a few laughs.

“As if.” Matty rolled his eyes, squeezing her arm as he somehow managed to tug her in even closer.

“And oi! You’re ten times fitter than any model Ned Flanders here could pull.” Adi said, putting her two cents in.

Mouse merely rolled her eyes, obviously used to her mate’s brashness, and Matty found himself agreeing with Adi before-

“Hang on, Ned Flanders? Bit harsh, ain’t it?”

It was either Ross or George that snorted, could’ve been Hann too actually, but Matty was too preoccupied in his bemusement to steal a glance away from a very obviously smirking Adi.

“Nah, she’s pretty spot on there, mate.”

“No one asked.” Matty sniped back before pointing over at the girl. But before he could get another word in edgeways, Mouse was there, patting his chest softly.

“Ah, it’s alright. Could’ve been worse actually.” She smiled at him, tittering ever so slightly that he didn’t feel too disheartened by it, “And besides, Flanders was fit! Had abs and everything hidden under that jumper of his.” Mouse tried to comfort him, though it was immediately spat on by Ross’s next sentence.

“Not gonna find that here, love.”

He was just shy enough to escape Matty’s swiping hand, jumping away with a gleeful grin to hide behind Adam. The coward.

Matty didn’t find much sincerity in the rest of them as he turned to glance them over, the guys all snickering to themselves, whilst Adi gave Ross an appraising look accompanied by a mirthful grin.

He was only soothed by the action Mouse had made, having hidden her face in his shoulder. He was so transfixed on it that he practically forgot that the rest of them were even still there, especially when she lifted her face up to flash him a happy smile.

“Abs are overrated anyway.” She whispered to him, her chin propped up on the jut of his collarbone.

His eyes danced between hers and he found himself smiling stupidly in return. It was then though, that they were interrupted, “So come on! Ask us a question then!”

Matty watched her blink and then look away, whilst he only wanted to rewind and stay there a moment longer. Instead, he found himself swallowing around the lump in his throat and following her move.

“Yeah, go on!” He heard himself say and was almost regretful when Mouse stepped away to switch their camera on, feeling the wind more forcefully now that she wasn’t shielding his side. But then she was grinning again, eyes twinkling as she peered over at him, quirking her head to direct him further into the frame.

“Alright rockstar, this had best be better than our last interview.”

And Matty could only grin as he shouldered in closer to the rest of the lads, his eyes never once leaving hers.

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mangoposts · 5 months

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okay but Matt with a breeding kink?? it makes me froth at the mouth- like he's already said he wants a lot of kids- (I don't know about 8 though..) but he'd for sure look up "top 10 positions for making a baby" and he'd want to try them- "hey my love, I just ran across this list and I was wondering if you wanted to try them out :)"

he'd make you lay on your back because it's the "best position to get pregnant in"

^ he'd for sure put a pillow underneath your hips ^

y'all would go SEVERAL rounds just so he can be sure he got enough inside of you ;)

(on a sweet note: he'd kiss all over your stomach after y'all are done)

annd he'd keep track of when you ovulate

(I wouldn't be surprised if this man had a period tracker on his phone just for this-)

he'd tell you shit like "you know you don't have to keep taking your birth control if you don't want to right?" or "would it really be a big deal if we got pregnant?"

(^ not in a toxic way, he'd stop if you expressed you were uncomfortable ^)

AND DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE DIRTY TALK- "I'm gonna fill you up", "I'm gonna make you an actual mama" OR "you're gonna look so sexy with my baby inside of you"- OMG

(getting pregnant scares tf out of me but I'm setting fire to any of my birth control if he suggested ANY of this)

okay I need to stfu :') I'm so sorry for the horny rant- <3<3

THISSSS THISSSSSSSSSS

Matt would make sure to do everything absolute right and want to try right away the moment you discuss finally having kids. Goes multiple rounds and asks if you feel different immediately afterwards 😭Kissing and caressing your stomach as if theres already life in there bruh

Also keeps better track of your period than you, literally starts cheering when he notices your period is three days late

“Babe, we should check”

“Matt it’s normal for it to be a little la-“

“WE SHOULD CHECK”

#I want his kids #matt sturniolo

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themultifandomgal · 6 months

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Hello, it's me.

I'm not sure if you can accept another request from, but this time I have a scenario in mind.

I don't know if you can write something about Blake Gallo x fem!reader, where they both have a relationship, and one night, as a joke, while Blake was sleeping, the reader writes on his cheek "Property of (reader)". The next day, Blake is running late for work and hurriedly leaves without noticing the writing on his cheek. At the station, the others won't stop teasing him about it, even after he cleans it.

I don't know, it's just something I thought of, but feel free to change anything or however you like.

Thanks. <3 <3 <3

Blake Gallo- ‘Property Of YN’

So sorry this is so late. Hope you enjoy!

Blake and YN have been together for a few years now. They first meet when Blake arrived at Mollys for the first time and they hit it off straight away. From the moment they started dating, they had a playful relationship. They often played little trick on each other, but always knew not to take it to far.

Blake lays in bed, snoring softly making a wide awake YN smile. Blake had not long fallen asleep after telling his girlfriend about his day at work that day. Apparently he had saved a woman from a burning building a couple of days ago (nothing new), but this woman turned up at the fire house with cookies. Now YN isn’t a jealous person, she knows that transference is a real thing and that woman (and men) may fall for her boyfriend, but YN trusts Blake more than anything. That though doesn’t stop YN from deciding to grab a pen and write on her boyfriends forehead ‘Property of YN’.

The following morning Blake wakes up panicking because he was running late for work. Slowly YN wakes up to see her the back of her boyfriend running around the bedroom

“Come back to bed” YN groans completely forgetting about writing on his forehead

“I can’t. I’m sorry I’m late for work” Blake turns around just at YN closes her eyes. She feels him place his lips on her forehead giving her a gentle kiss “I’ll see you later” YN hums in response and listens to Blake leaving their shared apartment. YN stayes there for a few minutes soaking in the warmth of the bed when she suddenly remembers what she had done the night before. Surly though Blake has looked in the mirror and wiped it off right? But then again he didn’t say anything to her, but he was running late for work. Maybe he will mention it when he comes home.

Blake arrives at the firehouse in a rush, running past Matt and Kelly to go to the locker room. Of course the two lieutenants frown at each other then smile seeing the writing on Blake’s forehead

“I’m guessing he doesn’t know” Kelly says

“I’ll go and find out” Matt walks away and follows Blake. He walks into the locker room where Blake is putting away his things

“Gallo”

“I know I know I’m late. I’m sorry I over slept”

“That’s not what I was coming to you about. Have you errm checked in the mirror this morning?”

“Why have I got toothpaste around my mouth”

“No but errrm just have a look in the bathroom” Blake frowns at Matt confused but does as he says. That’s when he sees what his girlfriend has wrote on his forehead. Matt was expecting Blake to be a little irritated, but instead he watched Blake laugh shaking his head. That’s when Blake’s phone rings, the familiar ring tone that’s set up for his girlfriend only plays. Laughing Blake answers the phone

“Hey babe… yes I know. I’m looking at it now… it’s ok. I love you and I’ll speak to you later” he puts the phone down and turns the tap on to scrub the writing off his face.

That evening YN apologises to Blake many times. He of course tells her each time that it’s ok. YN falls asleep early that evening, so Blake uses this time to get his own back, writing the words ‘property of Blake’ on her forehead.

#one chicago #one chicago imagine #chicago fire imagine #chicago fire #blake gallo imagine #blake gallo #blake gallo x reader

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philistiniphagottini · 4 days

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Okay since I have yapped about my fave male characters before, I shall now yap about some of fave female characters, for anyone interested. And trust me, when you read this list, you'll start to notice a pattern.

First up, Genshin Impact. I will pick my top 3 favourite girls. Yelan. I love her a lot. She's strong, she's cool, she's confident, got an air of mystery about her. She could step on me and I'd thank her for the experience. Such a good voice too. Top tier.

Shenhe. I adore her character design. Another woman who is so strong that she could pick me up no effort and carry me around bridal style. My dream. I love her backstory and I think she's interesting. Also zero tact when she talks, she's so damn blunt I find it hilarious.

Arlecchino. I will admit, recency bias is probably playing a big part in this but I love her. Strong, capable woman. Not completely a good guy either which is nice for a change. Completely dominating aura, I would fall on my knees for Father :) I love how one of her idle animations is her just glitching out of reality. Can relate.

Honkai Star Rail. Fave three women again. I'll start with Kafka. She scares me but I also like her. She arouses me but I'm also terrified of her. She could ask anything of me and I'll probably do it. Another woman with an air of mystery to her. Would love to get to know her, I think she would wine and dine me and I would appreciate it.

Black Swan. Oh my god I love her. Great character design. Looks like a massive flirt and tease and I have the distinct feeling she would like chubby girls and tease them so much god please let it be true I like her so much. I can't wait until her banner comes back around I had to skip her for my stupid, dragon husband I'm so sorry babe I'll come back for you I swear.

Acheron. I just wanna hold her hand. She's been through so much. I wanna stay up and have late night conversations with her. She doesn't even have to talk, just listen to me ramble I can fill the silence with my yapping. Very pretty woman, so strong I'm so glad I got her she has helped me clear harder stuff in swarm disaster and golden gears.

And now, some rapid fire fandoms and girls. My favorutie Yugioh girl is Aki Izayoi from 5ds. She has a sad backstory. She has a cool design. I love her Black Rose Dragon. Psychic Duellist are cool. She's scary at first because she pushes people away but once she starts to trust she is so sweet and caring.

Nico Robin from One Piece. Oh my god, favourite strawhat and woman of the show. I love her so much. Her backstory made me so sad. That one scene from Enies Lobby had me in fucking tears. I cannot watch that scene without crying. Such a caring woman. And strong too. And I love watching her get passionate about her hobbies. She's also a little weird too and I like them a little weird as well.

Android 21 from Dragon Ball franchise. Yeah, who would of guessed? I like the hot, Android milf. Android 18 is cool too but I really like Android 21. The fact that she has a ridiculous sweet tooth is something I relate to because girl, same. She would indulge my sweet tooth and I would appreciate it.

Persona Series. I don't know why but apparently I must have a thing for the girls of the Priestess Arcana because I romanced Mokoto in Persona 5 and then I romanced Fuuka of Persona 3 reload. I'll let you guys figure that one out lol.

If there are any other series or girls you are curious on, please let me know and I will tell you my opinion of them. Thanks for reading my ramblings.

#ramblings #fave female characters

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mgc02 · 4 months

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Hey can you please do a two shot where Valentino instead of making Angel Dust get Charlie to leave the studio after she accidentally sets the set on fire, makes a 'deal' (read: Blackmail) with Charlie, he will allow Angel Dust to stay at the hotel but she will need to do Angel Dust's job in his place.

for anyone not aware this is part 2 here is a link to part 1

Once A Deal is Made part 2

CW: Angst, Mentions of Cannibalism, Violence, Mentions of Abuse

ok, this one is in Charlie's POV.

Despite growing up in Hell I was exposed to very little of it. I know I couldn't initially tell what was going on when I first stepped into that studio. I knew that Angel's line of work was run by that Valentino guy and that he was an overlord. But I had no idea what he was really like. And no idea what position I was about to put Angel in.

I got Angel hurt. It was all my fault. I should've listened to him. I had to make it up to him and get him away from that guy. I decided to talk to him myself. I overstepped before and although I was worried I was about to do it again at least now I knew what I was walking into and to be more careful. Angel's safety will be my number one concern I thought.

I didn't go in planning to make a deal with him. I didn't hide my desperation very well unfortunately. He told me it would just be for a couple of months and I could still run the hotel. I would just have to write lesson plans and have Vaggie implement them whenever I couldn't be there. What was I going to tell Vaggie? Knowing her she would come in like a knight in shining armor ready to slay him where he stands but if anything went wrong then Angel would pay the price.

I needed to talk to her myself first. I could talk her down. Besides It's only temporary. I'd just work on a plan to free Angel in the meantime. you know while I ran the hotel and... did Angels job... at the same time. Angel was visibly upset but bit his tongue since Valentino was still present.

"please don't tell anyone. Especially Vaggie. I need to talk to her myself. I'll be back late tonight" He agreed. At least I thought he did. I spent the day and into the night learning Angel's job and I don't know how he does it. I'm so exhausted. Valentino puts so much pressure on his workers and I don't know how Angel deals with all this stress. Breaks were practically non existent and the amount of coffee I had to drink to power through was probably enough to kill an ordinary human.

But I was getting ready to leave finally and thinking of just what to say to everyone when I got to the hotel. That's when I got a text from Vaggie. "Can we talk?" I texted her back "Can it wait till I get back to the hotel?" She responded "No" It DEFINATELY sounded like she knew. She continued. "Can you go somewhere private and call me?" I said yes and went into the bathroom and called her.

"Hey babe" there was nothing but care and concern in her voice. "How are you doing?" She asked. "I'm ok" I answered. "That was a very selfless thing you did" Vaggie didn't beat around the bush. "Angel told you?" I was surprised but it was good to hear her voice. "yes. He explained the situation to us" Vaggie sighed over the phone "Listen, where are you?" She asked. "In the bathroom" I replied. "good, stay there and don't come out until you hear 3 knocks. ok? no matter what else you hear." I was bit worried but I agreed.

I sat on the toilet hugging my legs while I heard a crash sound, then screaming, then gun shuts loud enough to vibrate the walls then screaming again. It was probably only minutes but it felt like hours before I distinctly heard 3 knocks and came out.

Vaggie was right there. Behind her was Alastor in some twisted demonic form feasting on someone's remains. Husk was there with a gun and Niffty was randomly stabbing bodies. "It took a bit to get up here but I'm here now" Vaggie said. But I had one worry. "Where's Angel?" Vaggie nodded "He's fine. He wanted to come but we insisted he stayed at the hotel and hold down the fort with Pentious" I was still worried. "What about Angel's deal?" Alastor chimed in. "Let's just say I was persuasive" He pulled the contract out of his coat. "I'd figured we'd let Angel do the honors of ripping it to shreds." I was at a loss for words. I hugged Vaggie and we left at once.

"How did you get Alastor to help?" I questioned. "you didn't make a deal with him did you?" Vaggie reassured me. "Of course not. His job is to protect the hotel and the hotel is nothing without you. But promise me one thing?" I was ready to do anything for her. "What's that?" Vaggie wrapped her arms around me like she was afraid I'd disappear. "That you'll never do anything like this again" I smiled in her embrace "deal"

#hazbin hotel #vivziepop #hazbin angel dust #chaggie #charlie hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #charlie x vaggie #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel angel dust #angel dust hazbin hotel #angel dust #hazbin charlie

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markzari · 2 years

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SORRY | L.M.H

PAIRING | Idol au! mark x reader

SYNOPSIS | Mark tries to make it up to you since he was late <3

WC | 952

WARNINGS | fluff only

A.N | New post ya'll

MARKZARI ©

- I keep my eyes on my phone as I hear the front door open. "Hey, babe! I wasn't sure about what chips you wanted so I got these!"

I slowly looked up and saw him hold up a bag full of snacks. wearing a plain white tee and jeans. I held back my smile as I looked at the clock.

"Look at what time it is. You said you'll be back three hours ago! We have to get ready for our four year anniversary! " I groaned out looking at him with my arms crossed. he held in his laugh looking like he was going to burst.

"Dude, what's funny?!" I said forcing a angry face

He failed and exploded with laughter.

"It's so funny seeing you trying to be mean and angry!"

When he saw that I rolled my eyes, he cleared his throat.

He tossed the bags on the chair as he wrapped his arms around me. "I'm sorry, I had got caught up with the guys and work. Listen, I'm gonna take you somewhere tomorrow, okay?"

I stared at his eyes as I saw that he had guilt I hugged him back. "Okay! Only if you buy me strawberry's."

He nodded his head " I will! I promise." He held up his pinky finger as I laughed

"Okay, promise!"

The next morning came by fast. I woke up to the smell of strawberry's. I hopped out of bed as I peaked out the door. I saw my boyfriend trying to make strawberry waffles.

I snuck behind him as I back hugged him. "Don't put the house on fire!" He flinched as he turned around "It was suppose to be a surprise.." He whined "I'm sorry, I heard chaos in the kitchen and I smelled it."

I pat him on the back as I kissed him.

He put the food on the table as I licked my lips. "You did really good! Oh my god!"

He smiled as we both ate.

Once we were finish eating I thanked him and kissed him again as I ran away back into the room and closed the door. I went to the bathroom as I turned the shower on.

I heard the door open as mark came in. "I need to take a shower too.." I stared at him "Okay... You can wait." I squished his cheeks as he groaned. "We can just take one together.." I laughed as I turned to him "Are you okay? Do you need water?" I said crossing my arms. He shook his head "i'm fine. Please!? I won't ask again, I'll wash your back for you!"

He gave me doe eyes and I groaned. "Fine!"

We got out of the shower as he took the towel and I took the robe. We brushed our teeth and washed our face.

As he was shaving his face I went to find a outfit to wear. I Put on a mini skirt with the belt and underwear band line in view, a spaghetti strap crop top and marks leather jacket. I grab some of his necklaces and put my jordans and and skipped out of the closet.

"Yo, How do I look?" Mark peaked from the bathroom "My jacket AND necklaces. Maybe we should shop for you. Pull up the skirt, I can see that you are wearing Calvin Klein."

I scoffed "I have stuff. Yours is just better and smell like you. The skirt is meant to be like this!"

I could hear his laugh from the bathroom as he dried his face.

"suree"

He put the towel over his shoulder as he went into the closet. I ran behind him.

He was wearing all gray/green (Nct dream 'hot sauce' concept photos/outfit on header;border) And he made me put on jeans.

"let's go" We hopped in the car as I turned on my rnb playlist. "Alright, Can you close your eyes while we are going there?"

I nodded my head as I yawn "I'm tired anyway, Wake me up when we are there."

I felt a tap on my shoulder as I woke up. I rubbed my eyes and saw a amusement park.

"OH MY GOSH DID YOU RENT AN AMUSEMENT PARK?" I yelled in shock. He kissed me as he nodded with a laugh "HOW?! I MEAN, WHY? FOR ME!?" I yelled again as I unbuckle my seat belt

"I felt bad for yesterday so I asked sm and the guys to help to do this for you. we've been together for 4 years and I wanted to make it fun!" I grabbed him a kissed him 1,000 times as I hopped out the car.

"IT'S REAL!!"

I ran to the gate as they guards stopped me "You can't come in ma'am."

mark ran up to the gate and showed them the badge. "Sorry, my apologies. You may enter." he grabbed my hand as we went through the gate.

"Let's have some fun!"

Here I was griping the bars on a roller coaster waiting for the drop. "Please get me off of here, mark! I told you that we both couldn't do this!" I turn and see him with his head down griping the other bar.

we both screamed as the drop came and I felt the need to faint. "HELP ME!" I yelled as we went on the loop.

the ride ended shortly after and I went quiet. They unstrapped us, I held on the wall as support but failed.

I fell down and sat there. "I'm tired." I said holding my heart. I felt tears in my eye thinking about it again.

I grabbed marks hand and went to the food court. I got a hotdog and he got pizza. we shared a drink as I grabbed his hand.

"I'm never letting you take me anywhere again." We both laughed at our pain.

MARKZARI ©

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mr-m-murdock · 2 years

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to be human

| natasha x bucky | 18+

warnings: kind of smut at the end :) MINORS DNI just to be safe sorry babes

a/n: the cutest anon request I've ever received. I’m soft for them. the only m/f ship I will allow

bold = Russian

When he emerges from the shower, Natasha is sprawled across his bedcovers with her dust-smeared face pressed into the white cloth.

"Are you serious?" Bucky asks, tucking the towel in securely around his waist. One of Natasha's hands raises limply to beckon him over. "I just showered. I'm clean, he protests.

Natasha raises her head, an affrontedly quizzical look on her face. "So you don't love me," she says. She dumps her face back onto his bed.

“Nat, come on,” he says, as he crosses the room to his dresser. He makes the mistake of passing too close to the bed and Natasha grabs him by the back of the towel and pulls him down on top of her.

Bucky makes an undignified grunt, but he goes willingly, and allows Natasha to wrap her arms around his waist and dump her dirty face into his shoulder. He combs wild strands of hair back from her face. “Wonder what the others would say if they could see you now,” he teases, and Natasha pinches him sharply in the ribs. “Ow!”

She mutters what sounds like half a threat into his skin.

“You would never,” Bucky says. He runs a palm down the length of her spine and feels her relax into him, her arms loosening. It’s been a long day.

Natasha curses in frustration as she misses the tiny piercing hole again, flicking her hair irritably out of the way.

“You alright?” James calls, from the other room. She hears him flip open a box.

“Fine.” She stabs herself accidentally in the neck. “Fuck!” Natasha exclaims. She flings the earring onto her dresser and it skitters away under the mirror. She crosses her arms over her chest.

James appears in the doorway and Natasha glares at him through the mirror. He approaches her with mild amusement on his face, reaches out and combs a hand carefully through her hair. "You look incredible," he says. He tucks her hair behind both ears, untucks it. His hands settle on her shoulders.

"I'd look even better if I could get my damn earrings in," Natasha grunts. "And don't touch my hair," she adds half-heartedly. "I haven't done it yet." He sifts through her hair again as she reaches defeatedly for her earring, the frustration fading to embarrassment

"Let me do it."

Natasha's eyes meet his in the mirror. "Pardon?"

"I'll braid it. Here." His fingers trail up her crown to the top of her head, arranging her hair into a strict parting. Natasha waits, until it's too late to speak, too late to pull away: and anyway, she wouldn't want to. James' hands are skilled in her hair, careful not to tug or pull as he gathers strands and feeds them into the growing braid.

The room slides into silence save for the rush of hair on hair.

"Done," James says. He reaches for a hair tie, binds the end of the plait and drapes it over Natasha's shoulder. His fingers brush the nape of her neck, then drop away. "Beautiful," he says, proudly, softly. He steps back, and turns to leave the room.

Natasha stares at herself in the mirror, fingers running the length of the plait.

"Thank you," she says. Too quiet, but she knows he hears it anyway.

"What is that?" Sam exclaims, lunging bodily across the table and snatching up Bucky's paper pumpkin decoration. Sam stares accusingly at him.

"That's funny, you'd think more people would know a pumpkin when they saw one," Bucky replies. He tugs it out of Sam's hands. "Specially a guy who's got one for a head." Sam swipes at him, accidentally knocking over the glue.

"No fighting!" Morgan calls, from the head of the table where she's covered in glitter and bits of orange paper. Bucky settles back into his seat.

"I meant why is it so good," Sam says, almost accusingly. "Since when can you draw?"

"Since I went to art school," Bucky fires back.

"Huh." Sam tries hard to hide how impressed he is, but he wears his emotions on his sleeve. Always has.

"Huh," Bucky mocks, instead of taking the compliment.

"Be nice," Natasha admonishes him. Clearly, she's become bored of the crafts, as she's pulled Bucky's metal arm into her lap and is doodling little bats on it with a marker.

"Is that dry erase?" Bucky asks, reaching for the glitter glue.

"Kate brought them," Natasha says, with a distant shrug.

"Bishop! Are these dry erase pens?" Bucky yells, craning his neck down the hall.

"No!" comes the distant reply. Natasha's pen pauses.

"Oops," she says, hiding her grin in her shoulder.

"Four cups of flour," James says. He's sitting on the counter, whacking his heels against the cupboard doors, egg sticky on his fingers and the recipe book in hand. His hair is tied back, concentration evident on his face as he reads.

Natasha smiles at the batter, her hand going astray and missing as she reaches for the flour. She knocks some accidentally onto his thigh, and he blinks dolefully at her.

"How dare you."

"I'm sorry," Natasha says untruthfully. She grabs a pinch from the bag and sprays it into his face. James jerks backwards, spluttering and flapping at the air.

"You devil woman," he growls, and he upends the bag of flour on her head.

Natasha freezes for a second, shock kicking in. She blinks the flour away, hands up in a position to protect herself, far too late.

"Asshole," she grinds out. "Oh, I am so getting you back." She grabs an egg, and with a laugh, James hops off the counter and dashes around the opposite side of the table. He makes a face at her and Natasha launches the egg. Lightning fast, James dodges and the egg smashes against the opposite wall. "Fuck you," Natasha says, hurling another egg at him. It explodes on a cupboard door and James sprints out of the kitchen door, laughing still.

Natasha grabs a spoon full of batter and makes chase.

Her hand has been resting high in his thigh the whole evening. He's been struggling to keep still, to stop himself leaning into her, and he knows she can tell. She's got a tiny, tiny smile on her face that means good things, disguised as apprehension and a deep breath in his chest.

They break for dinner when the speeches are over. Natasha eats with one hand, very purposefully not looking at him.

"I know what you're doing," Bucky mutters, in Russian, his voice low.

"Oh? What am I doing?" Natasha replies, her voice light and casual. Steve tilts his head curiously at the two of them from across the table and Bucky fixates his gaze firmly on the white wall behind his blond head as Natasha's fingers explore the seam of his trousers.

He takes a breath, one that shudders in his throat. "If you wanted to get in my pants, you could just ask," he says. He can't look at her. He won't. He can tell she's got that look on her face, those sharp eyes and that sharp smile.

"But this is more fun," says Natasha. She tugs lightly at his belt. "Besides, I get to tell you exactly what I want to do to you, and no one's the wiser."

"You're a sadist," Bucky says, shifting into her touch subtly.

"Just wait until you hear how many times I'm going to make you come," Natasha says. She groped between his legs with one hand and forks chicken into her mouth with the other and Bucky stiffens, bites the inside of his cheek hard to keep a sound from falling out. "You love it," Natasha assures him, grinning at her plate.

Bucky swears into the backs of his teeth. "How much longer are we here?" he asks, attempting not to sound petulant. All he really wants to do is touch, have her touch him, kiss him-

"If you're that desperate, I can pull you to the bathroom and have you right now, as many times as I want until you beg for mercy twice," Natasha replies, utterly cool.

Bucky takes a breath in. "I've never begged for mercy in my life," he says, braver than he feels. Natasha squeezes him through his trousers, and Bucky's spine straightens involuntarily.

"Twice," she says, her voice low.

When it ends, Bucky stands far too quickly. And when the journey back ends, they barely make it out of the car. They reach the bedroom with their hands on each other and Natasha strips him of his blazer and shoves him down onto the bed.

She tosses her hair to one side, golden-red in the warm yellow lamp light, reaches for the zipper on her dress and drags it down. The dress slides off her body like water and Bucky allows his gaze to drift: she's perfect. Every dip and stretch of skin, each curve smooth as marble.

She's not wearing underwear. Bucky's mouth goes dry.

Natasha swings a leg over his hips and mounts him, grabbing him by the tie with a wicked smile on her face. She knows the effect she has on him.

"You were dressed like - that - the whole evening," he chokes out, and Natasha presses her forehead to his, raking her nails down his chest over his shirt.

"Don't dwell on it, your head might explode," she says, and she kisses him. She tastes like wine, all bitter and rich. He arches into her touch, runs his hands carefully up her sides. Her skin is hot and she gasps at the cold of his metal hand. He palms her breasts and she presses into him with a pleased hum.

She yanks his zipper down so ferociously he's scared it might break.

"Now fuck me like you mean it," she whispers against his lips, and he tightens his hold.

requests | masterlist

notes: I don't know if y'all on the taglist wanted to be tagged for just x reader or for others as well so I played it safe, but I hope you enjoyed!

#natasha romanoff x bucky barnes #natasha x bucky #winterwidow #buckynat #written fic for anon #fic!#buckyfic!#natfic!#fanfiction #natasha romanoff #bucky barnes #smut

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applesfallingfromblondehair · 10 months

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I was legit crying REAL TEARS reading the last chapter oh my god!!! Squealing and making too much noise for my dark 3 am bedroom lol

“George, the first boy Matty ever kissed; George, who showed him what love was. George and his eyes, his hands, his mouth and the rest of his body, that body Matty had at some point convinced himself might have been sculpted and breathed life into especially for him.”

This bit in particular is what made me start crying. Insane and out of this world and mind blowing writing!!! I will always be a team George girlie but I love love love your dedication to Matty and Ross’s relationship in this story holy moly! They’re all hot AF. All the details and links in every chapter just blew me away. Thank you SO much for writing and posting.

I think I would just pass away with delight if you ever wrote/posted that delicious couch threesome alternative scene. Pls let Matty show both boys how much he loves them ugh I was holding my breath the entire time. I’m also team Matty has way too much history with both band mates for him to pick just one to be intimate with/ be in love with and they’re all okay with that!!! I know not everyone feels the same way lol Although I love Ross’s possessiveness and faithfulness and the awareness that George and Matty’s relationship will never not be the healthiest given everything stacked against them (cough charli cough) is a big factor too.

Looking forward to a potential sequel and anything else you write for the 1975 fandom ❤️I’m still losing my mind over the Matty and Ross Malaysia kiss like come on!! “try not to make out with Ross for 20 years” babes just say that you’ve kissed like that before, we all know haha thank you again for giving me something to look forward to every Monday for the past 6 months omg I’m dead

yours was one of the first anons I got and I'm sorry I'm getting to it so late but I read it while on a work retreat thing this morning and I wanted to give it the recognition it deserved

yeahhh that George bit was hard to write but so so needed, I was pushed to add it and I'm so glad it's in there now because it's one of my favourite paragraphs in the whole chapter 💔

glad you enjoyed the sex scenes and adding another tick onto the tally chart for the threesome--maybe I should do a ridiculous poll to figure out how many people want it and if there's actually anyone who doesn't want it, would it be interesting?👀

I'm also happy to hear I have you on board for anything else I might bring to the fandom, I have many ideas and a world of possibilities now and I can't wait to get started on more. taking a short break for now, but I will definitely be back soon!

also yeah Matty is a dirty dirty liar and we all knew that but omg PANTS ON FIRE for claiming that he and Ross never snogged before, it was way too practiced to have been the first time sorry everyone

#answered #writing #chapter 25 #matty and ross #matty and george #matty x ross #matty x george

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neochan · 3 years

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GENRE | smut, idolverse!

WARNINGS | smut

WC | 2.6k +

A.N | this is a repost of my older work. i hope you enjoy it <3

You could still hear the unintelligible screaming of thousands of fans as the boys filtered off the stage and into the greenroom. Another successful concert in the long string of tour stops. You couldn’t even remember what state you were in because the days of traveling, unpacking, setting up, and doing it all again the next day ran together.

The boys were dripping sweat, immediately grabbing bottles of water and towels to wipe themselves off. They had worked harder than normal today since during one of the sets the microphone cut out and they had to perform acapella. Someone was getting fired for that.

Taeyong flopped onto the leather couch dominating the center of the room, water in one hand, phone in the other. “People are already uploading photos.” He outstretches his arm so the others could view the pictures pulled up on his screen.

“Johnny you look ridiculous,” you point out, laughing as a fan had caught Johnny in the act of wildly waving his light stick.

“I was having a good time, okay?” He chuckles and walks into the dressing rooms to change out of his stage outfit. Half of the group filtered out to change and half stayed to peruse through the gifts left by venue staff and play on their phones until told otherwise.

You were wondering where Hyuck was when you heard his voice from the hallway. He saunters in and gives you a kiss on the cheek, “Enjoy the show?” His golden skin was tainted pink, hair matted to his forehead by the sweat that was trickling down the side of his face. He grabbed his shirt and lifted it to swipe at his face, revealing his cute tummy. You had to resist the urge to poke it.

“I enjoyed hearing thousands of pretty fans scream your name” You give him a smirk knowing that he hates when you downplay your relationship.

He nudges you with his shoulder, “You know I meant the songs,” his doe eyes look into yours, his long lashes brushing against his cheek when he blinked “Besides, you know I love you and only you.”

Mark began to nervously giggle in the corner while Doyoung made fake gagging noises from the vanity he sat at. “Oh, shut up.” You say, throwing empty water bottles at the two, “And hurry up I wanna go swimming before it gets too late.”

The ride home was peaceful once the swarms of fans cleared a path for the bus. Per the managers request you slouched down in your seat so know one could see you through the window. It didn’t make much sense because the windows were tinted, but Haechan had to argue for his life to allow them to let you tag along on the tour, so you didn’t question them. Once you were on the road, you sat back up and snuggled close to Haechans side. He rested his hand on your thigh, absentmindedly stroking you with his thumb. His head leaned back against the seat, eyes closed, listening to music. It was so loud you could almost make out the words but you didn’t say anything – you let him stay in his post concert utopia for the whole trip.

The hotel was about an hour away from the venue so that no one would find them, and they’d be closer to their next destination. It was nicer than the others because it actually had a pool. You and Haechan made an agreement to go swimming after the concert, and you couldn’t wait. The staff also rented more rooms, so instead of four people to a bed, it was just you and Haechan.

After checking in everyone filtered off to their rooms leaving the both of you to freely do whatever you wanted - within reason of course. You both got changed, your gaze admiring the hard lines of Haechans back. “Don’t stare.” He blushed, wrapping a towel around his upper body.

You pulled on your bikini which made Haechan go silent. You specifically picked this one because it brought out your skin tone well, and cupped your features beautifully. “Now who’s staring?”

It never failed. The butterfly feeling you got in the pit of your stomach when Haechan watched you with loving eyes. You wrapped a towel around your waist, allowing Haechans eyes to roam the tops of your breasts, peeking out from the almost too small bathing suit.

His cheeks turned pink once he noticed he was caught, “Let’s go”.

The hallways were quiet since it was almost midnight, so you wordlessly made your way down the stairs and out into the night air. It had grown considerably cooler than when guys first arrived that morning, but the sky made up for it. Pretty stars pricked the vast expanse of dark blue and black infinity. You could see the moon peaking out from behind a single cloud, casting a shadowed glow on Haechans honey skin.

The gate was closed when you walked up to it so you stopped to read, “Aw man, the pool closed an hour ago,” You set your lips in a pout, “no wonder the lights weren’t on.”

“Hey it’s okay, no lights, no cameras, they probably wont even notice we’re here if we keep quiet.” He moves closer to you, eyebrows raised expectant for an answer.

You hesitated wondering if you really could pull it off, after all you’d been looking forward to this for the whole day, “I don’t wanna get in trouble..”

“You said you wanted to swim and I’m going to make sure that happens,” He gets down on one knee, “step on my leg, I'm gonna help you jump the fence.”

He boots you over, and grabs your arms to help lower you on the other side, but his hand slips and his nails dig into your shoulder. “Ow, fuck.” You wince rubbing the spot he scratched.

“Sorry, sorry” He says giggling, jumping the fence with such quietness and ease that it looked unreal. “Come on, dare you to do a canon ball!?”

He ran ahead throwing his towel on one of the pool chairs and jumping in the water. You cringe away from the loud slap his body hitting the water made. You walk slowly to the chair, deeply inhaling the addictive chlorine scent.

He finally stands up waist deep in the water and pushes his hair back. The blue water reflected against him, making his skin sparkle. “Come into the water y/n” he splashed some water into your general direction, but not enough to touch you.

“Okay, Okay.” You drop the towel and slip into the water. It was cold. Really cold. You gasp and recoil away, but not fast enough, because Haechan has wrapped his arms around you and started carrying you towards the deep end. You struggle a bit in his grip but his arms provide an iron cage that you can’t get out of. “Haechan let me go!”

He presses a warm kiss to the back on your neck but doesn’t comply with your wishes, instead making a curve and bringing you towards the underwater benches. He fixes his hold on you so that now he’s carrying you bridal style. You stare up at him, water droplets falling off his chin. His eyes were already red from the chlorine and you hoped that it cleared up by tomorrow nights concert. His plush lips sat in a pout, strong jaw set. He was so very pretty; and all yours. You smiled to yourself, deciding to keep that image locked away in your memory forever.

Once he gets to the benches he sets you down and glides in beside you. “You know It’s colder than I thought it was going to be.” He lifts a hand and sheepishly rubs the back of heck, “and you look way hotter in that bikini than I thought you would.”

“I don’t know if that’s supposed to be a dig or a compliment.” You scoot closer to him so that your thighs were pressed against each other. Finding his hand underwater, you intertwine your fingers with his own.

“A compliment babe.” He chuckles and slouches in the water so that only his head sat above it. You both sit there for a moment until it becomes too cold to sit still.

“Well I’m going to put it to use and go swim.” You push off from the cement and paddle around. The only way to stay slightly warm was to keep moving. Haechan watched you, eyes crinkled in a smile, bottom lip caught between his teeth. It was fun to watch you play in the water but the bathing suit was making him think of other things you two could be doing.

And that was how it stayed. Haechan watching while you performed for him.

A while had passed, the calm exterior of the pool getting to you, making you drowsy. The cold blue water washed over your hands while you gently skimmed the surface, making your way over to where Haechan was. You hummed a short tune under your breath, trying to keep yourself distracted. it was close to one in the morning now, but Haechan still sat on the bench, slightly shivering from the brisk air, hands gripping his thighs under the water while his mind wandered far away from the present.

“Watcha thinkin’ about” you ask, moving closer to him, hoping to catch some lingering body warmth.

“Fucking you ,” he moved off the seat and dove under the surface, only leaving small ripples in his wake. You stand there for a second wonder how he could be so blunt, so forward in his desires; he was never like this.

He swam a single circle around your body before popping up in front of you, giving you a mini heart attack. He pushes you back against the tiled walls, “I’ve spent the last hour thinking about fucking you. Thinking about how pretty you’d sound.” His head dips down to kiss along your collarbone, and your hands grab the back of neck, holding him there while his tongue sucked bruises into your tender skin. His hands grazed the bare skin of your arms, giving you goosebumps.

He moaned into the side of your neck, biting and sucking away, wanting you to yearn for him like he did for you. He lifted his head so that his mouth hung over yours, his small puffs of breath fanning over your face while he tests the waters. “Can I kiss you?”

Without giving him an answer you pull him closer by the roots of his hair. His kissing was messy and sweet, and while your tongues moved together, his hips began rubbing circles against you, trying to gain some friction in the cool water. Small heavy breaths were the only sound you could hear, aside from the occasional splash as Haechan moved restlessly.

Your hand wandered down his chest and below the surface to where you could feel him straining against his shorts. You began to stroke him over the fabric, his hips pushing against your touch. He broke the kiss to watch as you peeled down the elastic from his hips, his cock freed from the restricting material of his swim shorts. You watched him twitch slightly as the cold water met his length.

“You can’t make any noise.” You place a single finger against his lips.

“No promises.” He whispers, a devilish smirk breaking way on his face. His hands caress you thighs, pushing your bottoms to the side. The cold water hit you, making you gasp and push into Haechan who just whimpers against your touch.

He tried to stay quiet, only soft grunts between gritted teeth and muffled moans as his hips pushed into your own. The water created resistance but it just enhanced how good he was feeling. He hurriedly grabs at your legs, pulling them up so that they sat around his waist. Your back dragged up the tiled walls, scraping your tender skin, but you could only focus on Haechans cock thrusting deeply in and out of you. He stared longingly into your eyes, filling you up completely, wanting to savor the way they fluttered in the back of your head.

“You love the way I fill you up huh?” He groans into your ear, a hand falling forward to grip the cement ledge of the pool.

You couldn’t respond without fear of moaning so you nod your head wildly. He began to bite and suck at your collarbone, pushing you closer to the edge. Looking down he sees your nipples, erect, poking through the wet fabric of your bathing suit. His eyes grow wide, hips stuttering into you. Fuck you were hot.

“Haechannie, I think I’m going to come.” You squeezed your eyes shut trying to focus on the feeling coiling in your stomach.

“Not yet.” He growls, hands moving to pin your wrists against the cement ledge, “Hold it princess, I know you can.” The water began to slosh around faster as Haechan thrusted harder into you. The sound was so loud its no wonder you didn’t hear the keys jangling against the hip of the guard making his way towards you two.

“Hey!,” he shouts running towards you, “The pool is closed! Get out! Are you two-” He didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence as you and Haechan spring up out of fear and take off. It was easy to push yourself up onto the pool deck. The guard made the mistake of following you two and leaving the gate unattended. You and Haechan ran out, giggling, making your way back into the hotel. You didn’t stop until you got into the room and slammed the door behind you.

With your heart hammering in your chest you lean against the dark cherry wood . “Holy fuck we could’ve gotten in serious trouble.” You gasp out, clutching a hand against your wet bathing suit top.

“Babe we’ll be gone by morning, no one is gonna know.” Haechan paces in front of you trying to catch his breath. His shorts hung dangerously low on his hips, it was miracle he got them up in time.

“We’re so banned from this hotel.” A knock on the door makes you jump away from it, the worst of punishment's filling your mind. What were they going to do? They couldn’t arrest you, could they?

Haechan walks forward and turns the knob slowly, revealing a sleepy Doyoung. His oversized t-shirt hung off one shoulder showing off his gaunt collarbone. He was rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“What do you want Doie?” you ask softly.

“How was getting chased by the guard?” he gives a sleepy chuckle, still half in his dreams.

“How did you-,” A look of realization hits Haechan, “You reported us?” He whined, pushing Doyoungs bare shoulder so that he stumbled back.

“Sound travels over water dumbasses and you guys were loud, I was trying to sleep!” Protesting, he pushes Haechans wet shoulder back.

“Well, now we’re going to be twice as loud.” Haechan slams the door in Doyoungs face and grabs you, throwing you on the bed. You give a squeal, and hear Doyoungs fist hit the door.

“I swear I’ll make a noise complaint.” He sounded more irritated than sleepy now.

“Go ahead, you’re just mad I’m getting laid and you aren't.” You playfully slap Haechans arm, but he nips at your hand. The other side of the door grows silent, Doyoung either going to report you two, or going back to his room defeated.

“Shall we pick up where we left off princess?”

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severelytalentless · 3 years

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Chemistry Part 1

FlirtyFuckboy!Gojo x VirginLabPartner!Reader

I have the fattest crush on this idiot. This is mostly me fantasizing about interacting with him in college. I'm obsessed.

Probably going to keep this going. Maybe get Suguru involved later.

18+ Content: sexual scenarios and strong language, sexual harassment?, exhibitionism, teasing, dirty talk, dubcon, fingering

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(swoon - beach weather)

"Gojo, please. We have to focus." you plead with him, exhausted, as he plays around on his phone. The stick of his lollipop rolls around to the other side of his mouth. He shoots you a sideways glance over those trendy shades and smirks.

"Do you have a mouse in your pocket?" his eyes track down the scrolling screen in his hands.

"What?" you furrow your brow in confusion. You don't have the energy for his games right now. What is he on about?

"You said WE need to focus," he leans the chair back onto two legs, kicking his feet up on the table, "who is we? You and the mouse?" his nose wrinkles as he snickers to himself. His snarky grin is giving you a headache.

You huff and fix your glasses back on your nose.

This is absolutely pointless.

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When your chemistry professor pulled you aside after class, you expected to chat about your senior thesis. Instead, he all but got down on his knees and begged you to work with Gojo on the midterm lab.

"I have no one else for him." You groaned and turned away.

"That's not my headache." You stuffed books into your bag, ready to leave this conversation.

"Listen, I know he's a bit troublesome but if you just-"

"Troublesome? A bit troublesome? Really, professor?" he sighed at the look you gave him.

"Y/N, can you please just do me this favor? You owe me for pushing that late submission through last trimester." he's still holding that over your head?

"Oh come on! That's nowhere close to a fair trade." You have too much going on right now to have Satoru Gojo dropped onto your plate.

He crossed his arms, "I've already paired everyone up."

You scowled at him and threw your bag over your shoulder.

"He's yours."

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You look at your watch. 8:30pm. Jesus.

"That's it." You drop your pen into the spine of your textbook. He raises his eyebrows as you push back your chair and stand up.

"Wai-wait, where are you going?" He watches you let your hair fall out of the bun on top of your head and you walk out of the library study room without another word.

You run your fingers through your hair and sigh, releasing your frustration. You have a long list of problems in your life and he will not be making that list tonight.

"Not so fast tiger" he strides up beside you out of nowhere. You roll your eyes and keep walking.

"Where we goin'?"

"I need coffee."

"Oh, when did this become a date?" he straightens the collar of his button-down and puffs out his chest.

'Insufferable' you keep your mouth shut. You refuse to react, turning the corner towards the library cafe.

"Slow down babe" he pops the sucker out of his mouth and takes a couple big steps with those freakishly long legs to catch up to you.

"Not your babe." Your face feels hot.

"You could be.." he leans forward and flashes you a flirty grin as you walk side by side up to the counter.

"Ugh" you scoff and shoo him away, stepping up to order. He clears his throat and nudges in front of you.

"Yes! Good evening, I'll have a large hot chocolate with extra whip," he gestures to you, "and for the pretty lady?" you glare at him.

"...macchiatto, double shot, please." You turn and spit fire at him, "this is not a date, jackass."

He smugly whips his card from his wallet, "And yet, I'm paying for your coffee.." The wink he throws at you is lethal.

There's no way he isn't pleased by the blush in your cheeks. You try to convince yourself that it's the rage...

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You just cannot stand him. Always disrupting class with stupid jokes. Erupting into obnoxious laughter out of nowhere in the back with his buddies. His whole devil-may-care attitude might pull other girls, but there's no way you have any feelings for this idiot other than irritation.

You've seen him in action all over campus. Tickling some little freshman under the chin outside the dining hall, making her giggle and flip her hair. Another poor clueless girl falling headfirst into his trap. You roll your eyes and go about your business. You don’t need any of that from him. You have purposely kept your distance for the last 3 years, doing your best to stay off his radar.

That didn't stop him from trying to peek under your skirt last week in lab. You were leaning over the table, reaching up for a beaker. You didn't notice him tilting back in his chair to lift the fabric with his finger until Suguru snorted out a squashed laugh. You whipped around and swatted at his hand. He shook his fingers and sucked his teeth,

"Ouch..I was just lookin’ honey..wasn't gonna touch.." that nasty little smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.

"GOJO. GETO. Knock it off!" Your professor barked from his desk, hearing the laughter.

"Sorry teach! She just looks so cute in this skirt today." He called out with absolutely no shame, eyes trained on your flustered face,

"GOJO! That's enough."

“really fuckin’ cute..” he added under his breath, rolling his lollipop on his tongue.

You'd never been so embarrassed. You flipped back around and snatched the beaker, holding the back of your skirt down, before rushing to the other side of the lab bench. Your cheeks burned through the rest of class. You will not be wearing that skirt to lab again.

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He stares after you. Your hair sways back and forth as you strut down the hall away from him. It brushes just shy of your belt loop. He bites down on his lollipop watching the way your hips swing.

You’re so fucking hot when you're mad...

He hums a groan under his breath and jogs to catch up.

"Okay stop.." He grabs your icy shoulder to try and slow your roll. You sip your coffee and shrug his hand off, you don’t even look at him.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay? I know I tease you too much.” You’re not buying it. Gojo is many things, but sincere isn’t one of them.

“Hey! I was just messing with you, you don’t have to be so-“ he trips a few steps past you when you stop dead, leaving him to spin back around.

“SO WHAT? So serious? So mean? Do you think I’m a bitch? How would you like me to act Gojo? HUH? What would please you? I’m not a little freshman play toy. I’ve had ENOUGH of your bullshit! We need to get back and get this fucking midterm done because I will NOT let you drag my grade down! Is that clear?!”

Your shoulders heave and your hands feel shaky from the cathartic release. That felt good. You’ve never raised your voice at someone like that. You tend to avoid confrontation, but he just brings the fire out of you. You glare at the open-mouthed dumbstruck look on his face.

Silence fills the hallway. He’s stunned. You’ve never seen him so still, or quiet. He finally shuts his mouth and you see his eyes flick to your left.

He moves toward you with a stern look on his face. Your stomach flips.

Is he mad? He’s never mad.

“Come with me.” He takes your arm.

“No, why?” You yank away and furrow your brows. He takes his hand off you and raises both in surrender. He lets out a heavy sigh, walks over, and opens the door to your left.

“Just come on.”

You stay put and examine him, weary of his change in demeanor. It’s not anger. Almost smells like defeat. You relent and pass through the doorway.

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(drew barrymore - bryce vine)

You look around to find yourself in an unfamiliar, dimly lit area of the stacks. The school library is a labyrinth and you’ve never been in through this door before. The nearest light sits on a desk by the windows about 6 or 7 rows down.

You turn to see him placing his coffee cup in a gap on the shelf. You swallow hard, suddenly nervous and regretting the way you shouted at him. He doesn’t seem like himself. He steps forward and you step back, maintaining distance. You try to step back again but the shelves block you. You clutch your coffee as he gets closer than you’d like him to be.

“I’ve never heard you swear before.” His remark surprises you. He takes the cup from your hands and sets it on a shelf. His voice is hushed and you're not sure you like the way he's looking at you.

“Well you were pissing me off..” he’s in your personal space and you’re suddenly conscious of your breathing.

“Mm, that’s fair. Just didn’t know you used those kinds of words.” He gently teases you again and your face grows hot. You roll your eyes at him for the millionth time, trying to shake off this weird tension between you.

“Gojo, what are we doing in here?”

“You were making a scene.”

“I wasn’t, you just wouldn’t-“

“Have you ever been fucked?”

Your heart dives into your stomach.

His eyes flick down to your lips.

“I bet you haven’t.”

Is he messing with you again? This is outrageous.

“That’s none of your business.”

He clicks his tongue and drops his chin, leaning forward just a little more.

“Nah, I can tell. No one’s ever touched you.”

You hold your breath as his fingers ghost over the goosebumps on your arm. Sparks fly off your skin and your heart races around in your chest. His words tie a dirty little knot into your guts.

“Have you ever touched yourself?”

You huff at his audacity. Now he’s just being rude. He hums back and lightly bumps his hips into yours. You bump back into the stacks.

“Mhm, I bet you do it all the time. Does it make you feel good?”

Your eyes dart away to escape the intensity of his eye contact. He really has no shame. You see his grin widen out of the corner of your eye.

"D'you make yourself cum?"

Heat surges up into your face and down between your legs in the same instant. You try to hide it but you're completely flustered. He can see it all over your face. His cock throbs against his zipper, picturing you touching your own body.

His hand comes up by your head and he leans against the shelves, caging you in.

“Wonder what kind of pretty sounds you can make.” He just keeps going, you shift your weight, and flinch when his hand lands on your waist.

“What d'you think about with your fingers in your cunt?” Your eyes jump back to him at the vulgar words. He squeezes your waist and the little knot twists again. You pull a quick breath when he leans in next to your ear.

“D'you think about me?” He whispers too close, it triggers a wash of chills over your skin. Your walls tighten inside you. His hand starts sliding up the curve of your waist and slips under your shirt. Your exhale catches his ear as he cups your bra.

“Is that a yes?” He squeezes and his other hand moves to skate around your shoulder and under your hair. He blindly unclasps your bra through your shirt like he’s done it a thousand times. His fingers then quickly find their way to your nipples and start to play.

You bite hard into your lip to stifle your moan but he hears it in your throat. He smirks. This is your first time and it fucking shows.

“Your imagination ain’t enough, is it?”

His impish sneer wrinkles his nose and he bites down on the stick of his sucker before pulling it out of his mouth. Your mouth falls open with a sigh when he pinches a little harder and he drops it on your tongue. It’s cherry-flavored and you don’t think twice as you fold your lips around it.

Gojo likes what he sees.

“Pretty girl, I can think of so many things to do with that mouth.”

His knee nudges between your thighs and pushes up against your heat. You hum and your tongue curls around the lollipop. His hands leave your breasts to squeeze your hips and rock you on his thigh. You crunch down on the candy and grasp at his shirt at the sudden friction. Your breath comes out hot and you look up at him with big puppy eyes.

“You like that, hm?”

You nod automatically. Waves of pleasure radiate from your clit, and tug on the knot in your core. You drop your weight down onto him against your will.

What has gotten into you?

"D'you want me to play with you? Want me to show you how good this can feel?"

"Hng..ah.." he pushes into you, pressing you against the stacks. You paw at his shoulders to steady yourself as he adds even more pressure between your legs.

"There we go.." he sweeps your hair off your neck and his lips hit your skin. Electricity hums through your nerves.

"Ohh.." a hushed little moan rolls off your tongue. His hands slide back up under your shirt and continue groping your breasts.

"Such a frustrated little virgin.."

"Mmmh.." that moan came out a little louder, your whole body feels like it's resonating. He drags his tongue up your neck.

"I can fix that.."

It's just too much. Your head thumps back into the books.

"Oh my god.."

You've never felt anything this hot. It's similar to the times you've laid in bed exploring your own body, but this just feels so much better. You don't even care that it's him.

Maybe it's better because it is.

Gojo can’t believe the sounds you’re making for him. He’s finally caught his mouse and you aren’t even putting up a fight.

Little do you know, he's been simping over you since freshman year.

There’s something about you. The sweet innocence is there, but you also have this sharp little attitude that he just can't resist. The combination has always intrigued him.

And you don’t even realize what you do to him. You don't know how much you turn him on. He can't stand it when you walk into class wearing those overall shorts that hug your ass just right. That headband you wear is ridiculously sexy. And you’re so damn smart.

He daydreams in class about fucking you on every surface in the lab.

You’ve deflected every one of his advances, yet you always storm off with a flush in your cheeks. You’re the one thing he’s not allowed to touch. The toy on the shelf that he hasn’t been able to reach.

Until now.

"Don't play coy with me anymore," he whispers in your ear.

"Be honest. You liked it when I lifted your skirt last week, didn't you?"

You hum as he squeezes your ass.

"I saw those lacey little panties, y'know.."

He moves his thigh out from between your legs and you're embarrassed by the needy feeling that hits you. He looks at your desperate blushy face and grins.

"Are you wearing them right now?"

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You blink and he's already unzipped your fly. Your heart punches at your ribs when you feel his hand slide down inside. His fingers start rubbing into your slit through your panties and your entire body shudders. Your hands fly onto his forearm when he bumps into your clit. He pauses there and eats up the fervent arousal painted on your cute face.

“You can tell me to stop..” He knows you won’t. He keeps rubbing.

The sexual frustration is radiating off you like a heater.

He's so right. You’re dying to be touched like this.

Your mind is running in a hundred different directions, trying to decide what to do, but the way he's massaging your throbbing clit is melting your focus and dismantling your will.

He pushes in on your sensitive bud and you gasp, gripping his arm and shaking your head.

“Use your words, what d'you want me to do?” He rolls it around under his finger, pulsing pleasure through you like you've never felt before.

He bites the end of the stick hanging from your lips and takes it back. He rolls it to the corner of his smirk and waits for you to give in and answer him.

You know what you should do but the aching twist in your core won't let you.

“Mmph...don’t stop..”

“That's what I thought..”

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Part 2

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oneprompt · 3 years

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Hey babe ❤

Since i love your headcanons and how you write i'm back hehe

Please do this ONLY if you want to and you have the time to do it.

Could you write some headcanon for zoro, ace and law with a very chaotic s/o with some angry issues and a little too much love for knife and fire? Like ya know just a chaotic one, in a very chaotic way.

Thank you so much if you do it, and please take care ❤

authors note : hey , bunny <3 so sorry for doing this late .. i have quite the requests piling ;; but tonight , i shall conquer them! please enjoy these to the fullest , i hope they serve well ❤️

Zoro x Chaotic! Reader Headcanons

• You two being paired together is absolute insanity, especially if you two have to duo against an opponent. Any plan that was assigned to you two is thrown out the window. Who needs brains when you got brawn? Especially doubled?

• Zoro has no intentions of stopping you, at least during fights. If you’re acting up on the ship and acting recklessly with Luffy, he’ll be quick to stop you. No way in hell is he letting you get hurt over nothing but your own excitement!

• You two definitely bicker and scream at each other a lot. Not a single brian cell in sight. And it’s always over the most pointless things, too. Two morons in love, to say it bluntly. Why do the Straw Hats consistently make you two partner up? Sure, you two are dating but with all the chaos that ensues.. It’s odd for them to trust you both.

• You often make fun of opponents which gets you two dragged through the dirt. You won’t hesitate to shout at them, piling all sorts of insults on them. Even Zoro knows not to say such vulgar things to his enemies, so, he’ll have to quickly drag you away and run with you while the butt hurt government agent or pirate chases you both.

• Zoro has to act as your personal nurse, even on the thousand sunny. He’s awful with these type of things but he’ll still try and patch you up when you two are away from Chopper. Often results in playful arguing, you whining over how tight Zoro ties your bandages, making the man turn red, steam nearly puffing through his ears. Why couldn’t you just be grateful!?

• Even if you two constantly fight due your rivaled energy, Zoro always makes sure you’re safe. If anyone so looks at you the wrong way, he’ll cut them. .... Sometimes it’s a completely innocent person and him getting defensive leads to you two yelling. What a mess...

Ace x Chaotic! Reader Headcanons

• He’s not as up to pace with it in comparison to Zoro. Ace is chaotic but in a snarky way, he’ll tease others but he’s not an aggressive type of chaotic. Verbally? Man can destroy anyone. If you’re more verbal with it then physical, Ace is happy to tag along!

• If you’re more physical, Ace can stay up to par, somewhat. At least with marines, not random civilians. Don’t get me wrong, the boy is respectful but the government sucks... So, bullying is warranted.

• Wether Ace wants to or not, he’s usually looped into your kerfuffles, due to you having rapid ideas of being an arsonist. And what better then using your boyfriend as a jerry can?

• Ace doesn’t mind your antics. He’s quite the wild one himself, same could be said for his brothers. Ace has always been a trouble maker and really has no regards for it, he’s a ‘ only live once ‘ type of guy, he’ll do whatever he’s invited to partake in.

• Although, Ace will stop you from being rude or hurting random people. Innocents don’t deserve such treatment, really. Even the son of the pirate king knows such common courtesy.

• Ace will be quick to save you from any marines or other government officials that catch you vandalizing property, flags, etc. He’ll sweep you off your feet and run off, making sure to shout something cheeky at them, leaving the marines red faced in embarrassment and frustration.

Law x Chaotic! Reader Headcanons

• Law feels more like your babysitter then your boyfriend. He constantly has to keep you out of trouble. Law hates people more then the next guy but what’s the point in bringing unneeded attention to yourself and the people around you? There’s no point, exactly.

• Often has to keep any potential weapons and things that may spark foolish ideas away from you. Law already has quite the name within the world and doesn’t need it dug deeper.

• Expect a lot of scolding and lectures from Law! He’ll sit you down and give you a good talking to. But much to his disappointment, his words just go from one ear and out the other. Why did you have zero listening skills and overall brains?

• But if Law must, he’ll be there to save you in a heart beat. Naturally, he would say you deserve to face the consequences of your actions like everyone else but not by the government! He meant more so by your friends... So, he’ll come and save you, just like a knight in shining armour.

• Won’t hesitate to ‘ teach you a lesson ‘, if you catch my drift. Law has a paper thin patience and won’t allow anyone to defy it. He’ll certainly get annoyed easily with your loud and vulgar attitude. Expect an extra long ‘ lesson ‘ if you’ve been angering him all day.

• Law sincerely loves you, even if he’s mainly face palming when he’s around you. He adores you and how you act, wether he admits it or not. Law thinks it’s cute how cheeky you are.

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heyitsdoe · 3 years

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666 Followers Milestone Event Scenario - Requested by @captainkidlawlove

Hi there! Thank you so much for your order! I really actually love Modern settings with the One Piece characters, and Kid is a very interesting one to think about. I hope you enjoy what I've come up with, since it looks like you've allowed me the choice of details. <3

WARNINGS: Phone sex, masturbation, drunk sex, dirty talk. What does that add up to? Smut, of course.

You swear never to wear heels again as you painfully stepped down the hotel's long, stale-smelling hallway. Each press of your feet on the ground made you grimace, the nerves flaring to life like fire with each dull click on the thin carpet. The steady roll of your suitcase behind you seemed to echo around the empty hallway.

Still, it's a relief to finally be so close to your destination after hours of waiting, flying on planes, standing around more airports for layovers, and navigating your way to your accommodations for the night. You'd quickly realized how confusing the streets of Montpellier could be to a non-resident, and only with the aid of your Maps app did you find the hotel in the first place.

Your eyes track the numbered plaques on the wall, counting up the room numbers until you reached room 345. You stop, fumbling with the small folded paper that held your keycard before managing to get it out. You slip it into the door's reader, watching with a sigh as it lit up green. You pull the card and turn the handle, stepping into what would be your home for the next three nights.

Your heels are the first to go. With graceless kicks, you shuck them off close by the door and groan as your poor, aching feet are finally free from the awful fashion statements. You knew wearing them would have been a bad idea, but you also hadn't been sure if you'd be seeing your business clients at the airport or not. Turned out to just be a big waste of time anyway...

You set your suitcase by the mini fridge and fall backwards onto the queen bed, bouncing on the soft yet stiff mattress. It wasn't the worst thing you'd ever slept on, but it surely wasn't as plush as the one at home. Ahh, you'd miss several things on this trip.

Speaking of...

You lift your hip, pulling your phone from the back pocket of your jeans and turn on the screen. It was already 1 AM back home. Was Kid still awake? You weren't sure, but after over 14 hours of traveling, the only thing you wanted was to hear his voice.

Hoping he wouldn't be mad at the late--or early--hour, you tap his contact and dial his number.

The dialer rings, then rings again. You rub at your eyes in exhaustion, wondering whether it would be worth the effort to find something to eat or just sleep the rest of the night to recover your energy for the next day. You're about to reach for the 'What's Nearby' brochure on the nightstand when the ringing suddenly stops-

"Babe?"

"Hey, sorry...did I wake you up?" You ask, hearing the fatigue in his voice.

"Nah, been waiting up on you, actually." He says, and you only half believe him. "Did you get in alright?"

"Yeah, just made it to the hotel."

"So, how's France?" He chuckles a little. "As fancy and scenic as they all say?"

"Well...not quite." You lift yourself into a sitting position and slowly stand, doing your best to ignore the burning on the soles of your feet as you make your way to the window and look outside.

There really wasn't much of a view. All you could see were trees and the storefront across the street. "I didn't really get a good look today, but I'm sure when I head to the conference tomorrow I'll see the better parts of the city."

"Just don't get lost."

"I won't!" You say, half offended that he had such little faith in you. "I have my Maps app for a reason."

Kid only laughs on the other end of the phone. "You're totally gonna get lost."

"Hey, we're thousands of miles away but I'll call Killer and have him kick your ass for me."

There's a few moments of silence after you both laugh, and you make your way back over to the bed to lay down. You sigh and stretch your tired limbs. "I just hope this conference goes well..."

"It will. I've seen you prepare for this thing for weeks. There's no way you won't kill it." Kid said confidently. You could just imagine his shrug and look of incredulity. "And if they don't like it, then they're idiots and clearly don't know an expert when they see one."

You can't help but smile. His assuredness in your skill and expertise was bar none to anyone else you knew. Kid was your most vocal cheerleader, even if sometimes you felt like he touted your ability past what you were actually capable of sometimes. Still, the sentiment was really appreciated.

"You've got this." He added.

You nodded to yourself. "I've got this."

"Hell yeah you do." You could practically hear his pleased smile.

You talked together for several more minutes, about the flights, and what he'd gotten up to that day while you'd been away. You only half paid attention, so focused on the soothing sound of his voice. You'd only been gone a day, but you sure did miss your boyfriend. There'd never been this sort of distance between you, in all the time you'd dated.

Kid must have heard the fatigue in your voice, and cleared his throat. "Should probably get going to bed, babe. Big day tomorrow."

"Yeah..." Now that he'd said it, you didn't want to hang up the phone. "I'll call you tomorrow after its done?"

"I'll stay up to hear from you."

You couldn't help the yawn. "Alright, well, get some sleep too."

"Won't be quite the same without you here. Guess I'll just have to have some pleasant dreams of you to make up for it." He said, a smirk behind every word. "Night, Y/N."

"Goodnight."

You press the 'end call' button on the screen and drop your arm to the bed, closing your eyes with a long sigh. You were hungry, but the pain in your feet and the exhaustion in your bones was too much to fight against.

After reluctantly getting out of bed to break into your suitcase of clothes, you changed into pajamas and settled in for the night, making sure to set an alarm for an hour or two before the conference started to give you plenty of time to prepare.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

So caught up in preparing for the conference, you don't get a chance to check your phone until just before you enter the event hall. Several unread messages are waiting, all from Kid. You smile as you read through them.

Don't psych yourself out. You've practiced this a thousand times at home.

Killer says good luck too. He'll take us to lunch when you get back to celebrate.

Go kick some asses and take some names, babe!

Thank you, baby <3

Putting away your phone and tightening the grip on your briefcase of materials you'd need for the presentation you'd be giving that afternoon, you climb the steps to the entrance, leaving your nervousness at the door.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You get back to your hotel room much later than you anticipated, on account of being taken out to dinner by your prospective clients and nearly getting lost on the way back. Of course, your drunken state didn't help things either, but luckily one of the clients had enough wherewithal to assist you back to where you needed to go. There was nothing more dangerous than a drunk foreigner in a country they weren't familiar with.

You stumble inside of your hotel, holding yourself up against the wall as you shuck away your shoes. You set your briefcase on the ground and chuckle to yourself. You feel so free, all of a sudden. With the important conference over and out of the way, the responsibility seems to lift from your shoulders and you feel elated in that moment.

It's late, and you're tired, so you remove your business attire and leave them in a pile on the floor. Perhaps it wasn't the most sanitary--this wasn't a five-star hotel and you didn't know how clean the carpets actually were--but you were too drunk to care at the moment.

You collapse to the bed, wearing nothing but your underwear. You can feel yourself smiling, happy as could be after such a successful day. Everything had gone well, according to plan, and the presentation you'd given a resounding success.

You couldn't wait to give Kid the good news.

God, you missed him. You wished so badly he was there to celebrate your job well done in person. It was a tradition to go to a fancy restaurant when something big happened at work, and while the place your coworkers had taken you to had been just the sort of place you would have gone, it was lacking a certain red-headed boyfriend. It just didn't feel quite the same.

Thoughts of Kid made you reach for your phone, but the more he swirled around your drunken mind, the more lewd those thoughts became. Here you lay in your underwear, drunk and so very lonely. Whatever were you to do?

You bit your lip, practically hitting his contact with your eyes closed, you'd called him so many times it was muscle memory at this point. What would he say? What would you say? This wasn't something you'd typically do, but you just couldn't help yourself.

By the time he picks up, your fingers have already slid into your panties, slowly circling your clit.

"Hey, babe. How'd it go?" He asked, still sounding tired but not nearly as much as the night before. "Did they love it, or did they love it?"

"Oh, they loved it, all right..." You sigh, smiling a little wider at the sound of his voice. Your legs open just a bit wider, adjusting on the bed until you were in the perfect position to play with yourself. "All went perfectly."

"Ha, I knew it would. You had that speech memorized front and back. There's wasn't any way it could have gone wrong."

"Yeah..."

"Did you go out and celebrate there? You're calling pretty late." He remarked, no doubt looking at the time.

"Some clients took me to dinner, wanted to talk more business over some drinks..." You say in a hush, humming under your breath as your other hand puts Kid on speaker, before sliding down to slide your underwear off of your legs entirely. "I maybe drank a little too much..."

"You sound a little wasted for sure." Kid said with a laugh, and you heard him adjusting the phone a little. "Too bad I didn't come with, I would have liked to know what the French have in way of alcohol."

"I wish you were here too." You mutter, unable to keep the breathy little gasp from your voice as your fingers plunge into your wet entrance. "Miss you a lot-"

There's several seconds of silence on the other end, before you hear Kid huff a little. "Babe...are you doing what I think you're doing?"

"Mhmm." You shut your mouth firm, loving the way your own fingers slide along the inside of your walls. It's nothing like how Kid's cock feels, but you can at least try to pretend.

"Fuck..."

You hear more shuffling on the other end, but you're already in the midst of pleasuring yourself, pumping your fingers in and out of your cunt at a steady pace. You're in no rush, happy to keep that dam at bay all night long if it means hearing Kid's voice the whole time doing it. His voice was like music to your ears. Erotic, sexy music...

"Just couldn't wait until you got back to see me again, could you?" He breathed into the phone, and you can tell he's put you on speaker as well.

"Miss the way you touch me." You mutter.

"You miss my fingers inside of you?" He asks, adopting that quiet, smooth tone you loved so much when he was in the mood.

"Yeah...wish they were yours." You whine, lifting your hips a little at the unfairness of it all. Why couldn't it be Kid touching you, teasing you with his rough, calloused hands? But he was so many miles away, and you were alone on this unfamiliar bed. You put greater effort into your pace. "Just not the same-"

"How many fingers?"

"Two."

"Add one more and imagine it's me." He groans when you do as he says, making you moan a little out loud. "Mmm, that's it babe, you like the way I feel, don't you?"

"Yeah...like it..." Your sentences are getting shorter and less coherent the further things go. The stretch of three fingers gives you a taste of the sort of fullness Kid's cock would have brought you, but it at least is closer in size to his own fingers. The stretch is a welcome sting.

"Just imagine...me touching you too." You breathe out, laughing a little as he hisses in pleasure. The pumping of his cock in his hands is a little more pronounced now. He's picked up his pace. "My fingers wrapped around you, rubbing you up and down. Just the way you like-"

"Fuck, Y/N..." He lets out a small breath, and you hope he's stroking himself at the thought of you touching yourself to him as well. How are you positioned in his mind? Are you on your knees? Beside him on the bed? Your lust-filled curiosity gets the better of you.

"I'd lick the top as I pump you." You continue, your thigh muscles beginning to twitch as you hit a place inside that's just right. "Right on the head, then use my tongue to swirl around the head. And then I'd take you all in my mouth, as far down as I could go."

Kid's panting, breathing faster and coming out funny as you describe your fantasies. You're soaking wet, the lust overflowing. Oh, you want that so badly, it only fuels your own fingers to go faster.

"You'd taste so good in my mouth-"

"Want more than your mouth, babe. Want that pretty, wet cunt of yours." He groans, the exertion of his pumping hand punctuating each word. "What I wouldn't give to fill you all the way with my cock-"

"Yeah?"

"All the way up...so tight and wet-"

"Want you inside me, baby..." You whine, squirming on the mattress as you switch from fingerpicking yourself to swirling your wet fingers around your aching clit. "Ahh...yes~!"

"Fuck, I'm close, babe-"

"Gonna cum~!" You cry out, legs shaking and tensing as your orgasm approaches at a rapid pace. Your hand is getting tired, but the promise of overwhelming pleasure is too good to stop now. "Baby, I'm...I'm gonna..."

"Let me hear you. Moan real loud for me." He groaned, and you know he's teetering right on the edge with you. "Fuck, you're so good..."

"Kid~!" You beg, gasping and choking out a debauched moan as you cum in a shaking mess. The sensation of your climax leaves you panting, jittery, and overtaken by euphoria. You can feel the bed beneath you grow damp from your juice.

For a moment, you can't seem to hear anything, your hearing going muffled in the wake of your orgasm. Until Kid's muttered curse brings your attention to his stuttered groan, his own climax audible. He pants through each of the spurts you know his cock twitches with, perhaps staining his bed or splattering onto his own chest. You're pleased with either scenario. The sound of him finding release is as much music to your ears as his erotic moans had been.

Your limbs feel heavy, and you both simply lay together on separate continents, panting as you caught your breaths again. You finally give a little laugh, dragging your phone closer to your face.

"As nice as that was...all I want now is the real thing."

Kid hums on the other end, shuffling around once again. "Mmm, then let's skip the fancy dinner this year and just spend the rest of the night fucking when you get back."

"Won't say no to that." You say with a dreamy sigh. Missing your tradition just this once wouldn't hurt, right? "I'll call you in the morning, ok?"

"Heh, sweet dreams, babe."

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hikarimiyanaga · 3 years

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Loving You (Part 6)

Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3 I Part 4 I Part 5

Another Update! I'm going to have my vacation soon so that means more time for writing... or playing games. Whichever my brain wants to do first I guess. I'm still going to finish this up first, though.

Warning : Omegaverse. Beta!Reader x Omega!Wanda Maximoff. Curse Words.

Also, just tell me if I need to add more warnings so I can edit as quickly as I can.

Taglist : @mitchiesdungeon / @upsidedowndanvers / @trikruismybitch / @fayhar / @madamevirgo

You crack your neck as you get your books from your locker.

“Y/N!” Wanda calls out then hugs you. You chuckle and kiss her.

“Okay, lovebirds, break it up.” Wanda snickers as Pietro pouts. “It’s so weird to see my sister being adorable with her girlfriend.”

“Oh.” You giggle. “Maybe you should get a partner too, Pietro.”

“It should distract you from us.” He groans and you all get to your classes.

You stretch your body as your last class ends. You’ve already completed the project with Angel and was just lounging around all class.

“When are we going to submit this?”

“When it’s due. So people won’t be pressured.” Angel nods and smiles.

“Babe!” Natasha calls out and tackles Angel whom you assist.

“Jesus, Romanoff, Angel isn’t going anywhere.” Natasha pulls away and glares at you.

“Shut up, Y/LN. I just got home an hour ago. We’ve parted for too long.” Angel smiles then pinches both of Natasha’s cheeks.

“And whose fault is that?” You laugh as you walk past them and take Wanda’s hand. You grin at her and she smiles at you.

“Hi.” You kiss her and she smiles. You walk outside when Alsie appears. She pants as you and Wanda stare at her.

“Y/N! Finally!” You raise an eyebrow at her.

“Al? What’s up?”

“The firm needs us, come on.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Yep. Just fantastic.”

“Sorry, Wands.” You kiss her and she nods. “Wait for Pietro, okay? I’m really sorry.”

“I’ll be fine. Go.”

“I love you!” You say before getting inside the car after Alsie.

“I love you too!” She shouts and waves as Alsie drives.

Alsie practically runs as soon as she parks the car and you follow her. You open the doors to the firm and see that everyone is running with documents and such. Cases and clients are handled by either your mom or one of her eight partners. Both Alsie and Valerie are studying Law so they could work here.

“What the h-“

“Y/N!” You and Alsie turn to see Tony, Pepper and Vision walk to you.

“Tony? What?”

“Dad said we need to find a new firm since our last one was kinda shitty since the new owners took over so I suggested we go here.”

“Why?” Tony laughs at you.

“You. You do know your own credentials and achievements, right?”

“Me? What did I do?”

“Besides keeping up with Angel?”

“You also know ANGEL GARCIA!?” Alsie shakes you and you release yourself. You glare at her.

“Yes! Why!?”

“She only won the international junior award for robotics! She’s a genius!”

“Don’t forget that she’s basically a Harvard Student since both of her parents teach there.”

“Right. And you and Vision are already qualified for MIT, right?” They both nod. “And Pepper’s going to Harvard Business School?” She nods and you hum.

“Y/N? Alsie? What are you two-?” Your Mom approaches with a file in hand and both you and Alsie speak up.

“Where’s the fire?” “What’s the problem?”

“Uh. In there, files for cases for Stark Industries need to be organized.”

“Gotcha.” Alsie runs to help and Zale turns to you.

“The problem is with this.” She gives you the file and you hum.

“Hey, guys.” The three turn to you and you smile at them. “I got to go.” They nod and you run with your mom.

“I didn’t know that she also helped here.”

“Well, I think she never got the chance to. Until now.” Tony hums and smiles.

You groan as you look at the files in front of you. It’s finally all done but it was already morning and you were pretty much sure that you were already late for your first class.

“Already called the school. You can rest for today.” You sigh in relief and let your head bang on your mom’s table. “Y/N.” Zale calls out but you don’t move. She moves your head and you look up to her. “Are you okay?” You nod. “Just tired?” You nod again. “Okay. Wait a second.” You yawn in response as Zale gets out of her office. You close your eyes and before you knew it, you were asleep. Zale sighs as she sees you. She puts the pillow under your head and the blanket over your body. “Rest well, little one.” She kisses your forehead and leaves you alone in her office.

“Where’s Y/N?”

“Probably at her family’s firm. Our sudden transfer made them busy.”

“Why would you do it on a weekday!?” Pietro holds back Wanda and she sighs. “We had a date planned today.”

“Sorry, kid. Our previous firm were just-“ Tony runs his thumb across his neck. “They were real assholes now.”

“What were they before?”

“Helpful assholes but now.” He shakes his head.

“They were just being petty since we would not raise their payment.”

“While in R Firm, they have reasonable payment and have the best lawyers around.”

“Why is that? Shouldn’t the Y/LNs get better payment or at least demand higher?” Angel asks. Natasha hums.

“I think it’s their principle.”

“They’ve always been that way, ever since Zale Y/LN founded the firm. It doesn’t matter if their defending or prosecuting.”

“But they did say that if the company have shady business or illegal conduct.”

“They would be the first ones to come after us.” Tony and Natasha shiver as they remember your mom.

You stretch your body as you wake up. You open your phone that’s been charging since you started working on the case with your mom. It seems that Wanda has messaged you for ten times. You giggle and reply. You look at the folder with ‘Stark Industries’ on the side. You’ve already seen what’s inside considering that you helped your mom compile the information inside. You get your phone and go outside of Zale’s office. You see Dahlia with Zale and they were talking. Dahlia lets her eyes wander and sees you.

“Good morning, nak, nice sleep?” You nod and look around. Everything seems to have calmed since yesterday and not one person is running around frantically with a folder on their arms.

“Where’s Al and Val?” Zale looks at another door and points at it.

“Sleeping. How are you feeling?”

“Fine. Just a bit hungry.” They both laugh and Dahlia gives you a box of donuts.

“Eat up.” You beam and take it.

You were waiting for Wanda outside the school. You finished up everything in the firm and wanted to surprise her.

“Y/N.” Wanda calls out and you smile. You pocket your phone and stretch out your arms. She giggles before hugging you. “I thought you were busy?”

“Finished up. I wanted to see you.” She hums and pulls away. You grin as you take her hand. “Shall we go on a date?” She smiles and nods.

Two Months pass by before you know it and everyone is just waiting on you and Wanda to do the deed… only if you weren’t so scared.

It’s Monday again and both you and Wanda went on a date yesterday which ended up with her sleeping next to you… which is not bad at all…

“FUCKING SHIT.” You whisper to yourself in the bathroom. Your member is hard when you woke up so you ran to the bathroom before Wanda could even wake up.

Beta Females with members can be quite rare and so this brings you quite the situation. There are condoms for Alphas, of course there is, but it’s not quite for Betas. Some Betas have reported several side effects when using them… You don’t want any side effect, for fuck’s sake, specially for Wanda.

“Fucking hell.” You get the pill bottle from your medicine cabinet and take one. It was prescribed for you to control your member since you actually went to the doctor when it appeared… a memory you would rather erase from your mind. You wait for a few seconds until it finally calms down and sigh. It’s been a month since Wanda first stayed over in your room. Since then, when you wake up with her scent flooding your nose, your member makes it appearance.

‘Since when did I have no self-control?’ You think as you take your shower. It’s Saturday, Wanda typically stays over when it’s Friday or the weekend. She assures you every time that it’s okay with her parents since you technically haven’t met them yet. You go outside and see Wanda scrolling through her phone. She smiles when she looks at you.

“Morning.” She greets and you gulp.

Wanda had just woke up, clearly. Her hair is still a mess and her pajama, which was really yours, she just borrowed it, is slightly off her shoulder. Her voice which greeted you was still hoarse and damn it.

‘Fucking shit.’ You nod and take a deep breath to calm yourself down.

“Good morning.” You face her and she was already standing and taking her clothes off. You quickly look away as your heart start beating faster. You should be used to this. She’s always here during the weekends but damn it. ‘Damn it.’ Wanda pokes you and you turn to her. You blush as you see her naked with only a towel covering her body.

“I’m going to shower.” You nod and she practically skips to your bathroom. You hold your chest as you sit on your bed and try not to combust. She knows her effect on you.

You were eating breakfast when Wanda comes down from your room.

“Morning, Auntie Zale and Auntie Dahlia.” She greets your moms who beam at her. You turn away as you continue eating. Wanda sits besides you and holds your hand. You turn to her and she smiles.

“Morning, Wanda.” They greet her and Dahlia puts a plate in front of her. Wanda thanks her and begins eating.

“We’re home!” You flinch as both your sisters came through the door. You stand abruptly and Wanda looks at you.

‘Shit!’ They didn’t know that Wanda has stayed here already… or been to your room. College has them occupied and you took every advantage you could get. Because if they knew and they’ll most probably know, then your fucked. Teasing at every chance they get and most probably tell Wanda all of your embarrassing moments in your life that you would rather forget. You groan and intercept the two.

“And what are you doing home?” You glare at them and they both raise an eyebrow at you. They cross their arms. Sparks fly between the three of you and you knew you were going to lose. It was two versus one, after all. That didn’t mean you wouldn’t try.

“It’s been months, move aside, Y/N.” Alsie says menacingly but you don’t falter, you’ve learned from a young age that when it comes to it, Alsie can be the most menacing out of the three of you… you were the most determined though.

“Go change your clothes first!” You grit your teeth. “You both smell awful.” A bluff but hey if it won’t let them see Wanda then why not?

“No, they don’t.” You flinch and the two push you aside as Wanda smiles at them. “You both smell good.” You curse in your head as the two practically looked like dogs. Shit. With tails wagging on their butts, your two older siblings crowd her. You growl and they get stiff as a board. They turn to you and you glare at them, they gulp and turn to Wanda with a cooler aura rather than dogs practically looking for her attention. Wanda tries to stop her laughter, seeing your two alpha sisters cowering before your fallen self was funny and somewhat adorable knowing that you were doing it for her.

“Wanda, right?” Wanda manages to nod and Alsie holds out her hand. She flashes the nicknamed ‘Prince Charming’ smile that you trademarked. If Alsie flashes that, Omegas and Betas alike practically throw their underwear at her. Even most adults get affected by it. “We didn’t meet before since I kinda just grabbed Y/N and swooped her right after school.” Wanda nods. “I’m Alsie, her oldest sister. Nice to meet you.” Wanda shakes her hand and smiles sweetly.

“Nice to meet you too. Miss Alsie.” They both whistle which somehow made you blush. You stand and dust off your clothes.

“Polite and nice. Where’d you get Wanda, sis? Do you-“

“Don’t finish that.” You growl. Valerie laughs as you go to Wanda’s side.

“And I’m the illustrious middle child, Valerie.” Val finishes with a bow and Wanda giggles. Her giggle made you calm down a little but you were still annoyed.

“Nice to meet you, Miss Valerie.”

“Don’t call them with Miss.” They both gasp and you roll your eyes. “They’re both dorks.” They shrug.

“True. But still.”

“Respect us, little sister!” You look at them, unimpressed written all over your face and they both stop.

“Respect is earned, not just given away.” They both gasp again and you turn Wanda away. “And finish your breakfast!” She giggles and nods as you sigh.

You yawn as you and Wanda walk through the neighborhood. You’re escorting her to her house.

“Sleepy?” She asks and you nod. She chuckles and holds your hand. “That’s what you get for staying up all night with me.” You shrug.

“I don’t care if I don’t have any sleep if I can spend more time with you.” It was just words. But Wanda can’t help but blush at your words. You’ve always had that effect on her but she can’t stop her reactions to it lately. She groans as she hides her face with her hands.

“Why are you so smooth?” You chuckle.

“Maybe because I’m only honest.” She peeks at you and you grin at her. She gets redder and you hug her. “God! Thank you for letting me meet the most beautiful and cutest woman in the world!” You shout and you can hear several dogs bark at your statement. You and Wanda look at each other then burst into laughter. You place your forehead on hers and she closes her eyes. You smile as you do the same. The both of you are just appreciating the moment when someone clears their throat. You both open your eyes and see Pietro on his night run.

“Hey, lovebirds.” You wave as Wanda rolls her eyes.

“Training?” He nods.

“I have to. Since coach will be choosing the representatives for Regionals.”

“Ah.”

“Anyways. I have to go complete my run so I can have some sleep. See you later, Wands.”

“Sure, Piet.” He scoffs at the nickname then jogs away.

“Wands and Piet.” She groans and you giggle.

“Don’t you dare, Y/LN.” You hold up your hands in surrender but snicker as the two of you continue your walk.

“Are you two joining?” You and Wanda look at Angel then at each other. She tilts her head… what was Angel talking about? Pietro lightly nudges her.

“Listen when someone is talking, Wanda.”

“She means the stupid contest.” Angel tosses a piece of bread at you which you promptly dodge. You raise an eyebrow at her and she smiles.

“It isn’t stupid if it’s joined by practically everyone.”

“It’s stupid because you and Natasha are going to win anyways.” You turn to Wanda. “They won last year despite being freshmen.”

“And only one week official.” Natasha smugly states and you roll your eyes.

“Besides, it’s all in good fun since Tony and Pepper are joining too.”

“Even Bucky and Steve are down.”

“Why, though?”

“Besides bragging rights?” You nod.

“Well, the thousand dollars prize doesn’t hurt either.”

“WHAT!? There was a prize like that!?” You slump down on your seat. “I’ve never heard of that.”

“Why? Do you need a thousand dollars?”

“Yes and no? It’s complicated right now and I do have savings but then again…”

“What do you need it for?” You look away and groan. Do you really have to tell them??? No, a lie is much better.

“It’s for a gift! A gift for someone!” You chuckle nervously. Don’t let them catch on. Don’t let them catch on. Wanda takes your hand and squeezes it. You wince as she smiles at you. You try to free yourself from her grip to no avail. Natasha chuckles at you two.

“Be careful, Y/LN.“ You look at her and she just smiles. “Omegas are scarier if they’re jealous.” She teases and you panic.

“Okay, okay, I’ll tell you just-“ Wanda lets go and you nurse your swollen hand. You lean into Wanda and she blushes as she can feel your breath on her ear. “It’s for us. Just don’t tell them, please.” You lean back and she tilts her head. You put your index finger on your mouth and she nods.

“So? Tell us!” Angel throws a piece of bread at you and you shield yourself with your hand.

“Stop that, Angel.” She shrugs.

“Tell us.”

“No.” She was about to throw another piece when your phone rings. You see it’s Alsie.

“Heya, sis.”

“Hey! About that things you asked me, since Venus can know about it.” You nod eagerly even though Alsie can’t see you.

“And? What did she say?”

“She knows someone who actually makes them but it’s expensive.”

“Oh really? How much?”

“200 per box.” You groan and Alsie chuckles at your reaction.

“How many?”

“About 10.”

“For fuck’s sake.” You mumble under your breath.

“Sorry, sis.” You can hear Alsie get something. “It’s out of my or Venus’s hands…” You sigh. “Want me to get you one?”

“Over my dead body, Al. If I’m going to get one, I’ll pay for it with my own money.” She laughs.

“That’s the spirit, sis. You’re that determined to finally do it.”

“I know.” You sigh. “I just want confirmation.”

“Gotcha. Okay, Venus is here so I’ll send you the details later, alright?”

“Okay. Thanks, Al.” You hang up and sigh.

“So? Gonna join? Since you need the money for something?” You look at Wanda who smiles at you.

“Wanna join?” She laughs and cuddles into you.

“If it’s with you then okay.” You raise an eyebrow at her.

“You got someone else to join with?” She rolls her eyes and push you away.

“Shut up.” You laugh and hug her.

“We’re in.”

You were in your last class with Angel and as always, she was sitting next to you. You can smell Natasha’s scent from her.

You write in your notebook and put it between you and her.

Are you in heat?

You nudge her and she looks down at your question. She hums then writes her answer.

Yeah, why?

You look down for a bit and hum. Because you’re sure that if you were to forget what class you were in and close your eyes then you would guess that it was Natasha that was right beside you.

Just that it’s obvious.

She giggles at your answer.

That’s the point of marking, Y/LN.

You sigh and close the notebook… what would happen if you would mark Wanda? You blush as you melt at the thought. Your scent would be on hers. She would be reminded of you all day. You open the notebook again and write a different question.

How did you know Natasha was the one?

You poke Angel who looks at you then you point at the notebook. She hums and takes a moment before answering.

We just clicked, I guess? And I was willing to lose my virginity to her too.

You groan inside at her answer.

Seriously? That’s it and you let her mark you?

She hums then smiles at your exasperated face. You were annoyed, she can tell that much.

Yep. I want to be with her even if we weren’t soulmates. If she found someone else then fine. I would be heartbroken but at least I tried, you know?

You nod then sigh. Why are you such a coward? Why can’t you just see if Wanda… really is the one for you.

I admire that. You were courageous.

She giggles softly at your reply.

I wasn’t though. I was scared shitless. Many questions were running through my mind that night but they were just blown away by Natasha. She was just so caring and loving… then I realized that even if I did lose my virginity… even if she wasn’t my soulmate then it was okay.

You smile then close the notebook again.

You yawn on your way to the library. Wanda should be there waiting for you as always. You stop as you get your phone out. You open up your savings and see that it should be enough… Is one box going to be enough?? Will you be able to stop yourself? You can’t help but blush at the thought. You really are going to ask her. You’ve reached the library but this time, as you look inside, you don’t see Wanda at your usual spot. You type a message for her.

You: Wands? Where are you?

She replies in an instant.

Wanda: I’m sorry!! I forgot to tell you!! Vision and I are working on a project together and we’re at my house.

You gulp. Somehow that statement didn’t sit well with you at all… Are you jealous? You shake your head. You groan as you get outside the school. You trust Wanda… with your heart and life… but do you trust Vision? Sure he was Tony’s brother but never once did you ever had a conversation with him.

There was the usual banter with the whole group but that was it. You’ve at least talked with everyone else among the Avengers but never him.

A/N:

I knew there was a reason I squeezed in Vision in there somehow.

Comments and thoughts are always welcome!

Thank you for reading!

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