#they sent me a photo of him before world crushed him and he was SMILING SO HAPPILY
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my bro is watching vi.sual pri.son rn and they are sending me saga photos and i know its an angsty episode and im crYING EVEN THO I AM NOT THE ONE WATCHING IT HELPPP IM SO DONE UGHHH
#lord give him a break TT#they sent me a photo of him before world crushed him and he was SMILING SO HAPPILY#oh fuck im srsly crying a river rn for him help TT#i need to hug him i need to kiss him i need to make sure that his future will be alright
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Bare it all | Part 2
PAIRING | Boyfriend!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Avenger!Fem!Reader
WORD COUNT | 6.2K
SUMMARY | Your relationship with Tony has been a fairytale, but when you unexpectedly become pregnant with his baby, your entire world is turned upside down. You're not sure how he will react to the news, but you will always have your best friend Natasha by your side, no matter what.
RATING | Explicit (E)
WARNINGS/TAGS | Age gap, use of nicknames, established relationship, secret relationship, referenced near-fatal accident, accidental pregnancy, morning sickness, pregnancy test, referenced infertility, referenced anxiety, Natasha's past in the red room is referenced.
SMUT | Dirty talk, praise, daddy kink, innocence kink, size kink, slight breeding kink, teasing, back-scratching, nipple play, oral (F&M receiving), fingering, handjob, deepthroating, facial/cumming on the face, cockwarming, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), cream pie, aftercare.
A/N | This one-shot is written based on this request. While writing this story, I kept getting more and more thoughts and ideas to add, so I decided to turn this story into a four-part mini-series! I cannot thank @ccbsrmsf1 enough for the endless support, supply of ideas, and proofreading you've done for me. You're an angel, and I love you 🩷
EVENTS
Masterlist | @fandombingo | Road Trip with an Unexpected Companion
Masterlist | @fandom-free-bingo Wild | Hair Pulling
Masterlist | @mcukinkbingo | Free space
Banners: Yours truly | Divider: @firefly-graphics | Photo: @ccbsrmsf1
Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 3
The moment you were recruited to join the Avengers after working through SHIELD's most challenging programs, you were paired up with Iron Man to show you the ropes. Your super soldier strength combined with Tony's intelligence was perfect because you two have become inseparable on the battlefield, already knowing what the other person is thinking before they even have to say it.
However, during all your work together, something happened that neither of you expected. You started developing crushes on each other, though you were both too stubborn to admit it out loud, let alone to the other person. When Tony finally gathered his courage to tell you about his feelings, you suffered a near-fatal accident, which served only to bring you closer together.
That moment was a year and a half ago, and the relationship is nothing short of a fairytale - even though you have to keep it a secret from the world. Because of this, Tony ensures you are sent on many missions together so you can have quality time together without having to sneak out of each other's rooms in the middle of the night.
Today, you're supposed to go on a mission alone, and most of the Avengers are ready to wave you goodbye since it'll be one where you will be gone for almost a week. They're all there except one: Tony. Little do you know, however, that he has a plan up his sleeve, and he will surprise you with it in less than a minute after saying goodbye to everyone.
"Have a safe drive-" Steve can say before he gets interrupted by Tony running into the garage, panting slightly with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. His cheeks are red from the exertion, making him look cute as you look at him with a small smile. The only times you're used to seeing him like this is when you've worn him out completely in the bedroom, making a flurry of butterflies go wild in your stomach.
"Fury told me to go with you, Y/N. Something about needing an extra pair of hands," he said quickly as he opened the trunk of the car, throwing his bag in and winking at you when no one could see it. You raise your brow as you look at him, a smile simultaneously tugging at the corners of your lips.
From the corner of your eye, you can see Nat shake her head slightly, a smile playing on her lips, too. Neither of you knows she has had a slight suspicion about the two of you being together, but she never talks about it, figuring you will speak to her when the timing is right.
Over the last year, you've been visiting Tony's lab more often than you used to, and Nat has started to take notice. Paired with the fact that you're going on more and more missions together and the downright flirting as you've both had a couple of drinks during parties - it all adds up to only one thing for her. You and Tony are a couple, and she couldn't be happier for the two of you.
"Alright, I'm driving!" Tony tells you before grabbing the keys from your hand. A jolt of electricity goes through your body. You look at him to see if he's felt it, too, and based on his face, you know he has. After being together for the time you have been, you two can read each other like an open book.
"Just consider this a road trip with an unexpected companion, and you'll be fine. Let's go, we have a mission to get to," Tony tells you as he gets in, and you can't help but laugh out loud at his comment. He always makes you laugh, and you wave the rest of the Avengers goodbye before getting into the car's passenger side.
Tony quickly pulls the car out of its parking spot before speeding out of the garage and off to your mission. As soon as you're out of sight, his hand is placed on your thigh, squeezing it softly as you put your hand on his.
"Thank you for coming with me, but I am pretty sure I would have been fine on my own, Tony," you say to him, raising your brow as you look at him defiantly. A mischievous smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he looks back at you for a second before concentrating on the road again, squeezing your thigh again.
"But that wouldn't be any fun, now would it, Babygirl? You don't think I will let my girl go on a solo mission when our anniversary is in two days?" those words make you realize his true intentions of coming on the mission with you. He trusts you to go on missions alone but also wants to be with you on your special day.
The two of you have about a three-hour drive ahead of you, but because of the nature of the mission, going by Quinjet was off the table, so you had to make the drive out there not to raise any suspicion to yourselves. During this trip, you and Tony share a lot of sweet moments, jokes, and flirty comments, and if it were up to you, you'd want this drive to last forever.
"I believe we're here," Tony says as he parks the car in the driveway of the safe house that Fury arranged for you to stay in. It's a simple house in a quiet suburban neighborhood. Nestled among the trees and manicured lawns stood a row of charming houses with white picket fences. The streets were lined with colorful flowers, and the sound of children's laughter filled the air.
You're standing on the porch overlooking the street, where kids ride their bikes and play games. Tony stands behind you, looking at them over your shoulder, his hands placed on your hips, and you sigh softly, closing your eyes for a moment. You have pictured yourself in this scenario countless times, with your kids running around and playing games as your husband, Tony, stands there with you. Unfortunately, you will have to do with the moment you're sharing now, as this idea will be far in your future.
"What's on your mind, Beautiful?" Tony asks you in a soft tone, and you shake your head. You're not ready to discuss your ideal future with him yet, seeing how you're a bit afraid he won't like it or not see you in the same way.
"Nothin'. Just enjoying the sun while I can; I doubt it'll be up for much longer," you tell him, which isn't a lie, but it's not the entire truth either. You allow yourself to melt into his hold as he wraps your arms around your waist, pulling him closer. He doesn't respond, and even though he knows you're holding something back from him, he decides not to push for it. Instead, he opts to enjoy the moment with you - the love of his life - in his arms.
The first two days of the mission have gone well, especially with the help of Tony, and now you're in the kitchen as you're preparing dinner for you both. Tony just finished his shower, and soft music fills the house around you, making the atmosphere quite relaxed.
As you finish the last touches to simple seafood pasta, Tony walks into the open kitchen, and you almost drop the pan you're holding at the sight of your boyfriend. He's wearing tight, black sweatpants that perfectly highlight his bulge, and of course, he decided now would be the perfect time to go without underwear.
Today, you and Tony are celebrating your 1.5-year anniversary. He started the day by surprising you with breakfast in bed and a beautiful bouquet of roses on the kitchen island. A small box and a card accompanied the bouquet. In the box was a necklace with the letter T, which made you chuckle.
"I love it, Tony, thank you. But you'll have to wait for your gift until we're back home tonight," you told him before kissing him deeply. The promise of what's to come later has been buzzing around in both your heads all day whenever there was a spare moment to think about anything other than the mission, and you were both eager to come home tonight.
"So, when will I be getting my present? Before or after dinner?" Tony asks as you put down the pan you're holding. He pushes his chest against your back, allowing you to feel that he's already getting hard at the thought of what's about to happen.
"I was planning on giving it to you after dinner, but I can give you a little taste of what I'm planning for later if you want it," you tell your boyfriend as you turn in his hold, your hand mingling in the hair on the nape of his neck as you pull him close.
"I would love nothing more, Babygirl," Tony whispers against your lips before closing the gap, his soft, pink lips gliding with yours effortlessly as you fully give yourself to him. A soft tug on the hair you're holding has him smirking as he pulls away, his eyes half-lidded as he looks at you with a love-filled look.
Without saying a single word, you push Tony so he's standing with his back against the kitchen island, and your hands roam over his chest, your nails dragging softly over his nipples, making him moan ever so softly. You take your time sinking to your knees, all while never losing eye contact with him as you pull his pants down just enough to free his hard cock.
"It's so big, Daddy! I don't think it'll fit in my mouth," you tell him in a semi-innocent tone, and you can see his cock twitch at your words. From the moment you found out Tony has a colossal innocence kink, you like to act the part now and again, much to his delight.
"Hmm, I think it'll fit perfectly in that perfect, tight mouth of yours, Babygirl," he tells you, his hand cupping your jaw as he looks down at the way you're sitting on your knees before him. His thumb slides over your bottom lip before sliding into your mouth, and your lips close tentatively around it before suckling softly.
"Good girl," Tony whispers before pulling his thumb away, grabbing his cock instead. Your gaze is immediately pulled to the way his veiny, pink shaft is slowly worked up and down by his large hand, his fingers curling around it just the way he likes. A small bead of pre-cum gathers at the tip, and you immediately lick it up, moaning lightly as the taste hits your tongue.
His free hand pulls you closer to it, and you open your mouth instinctively. Your lips wrap around the tip, and your eyes slip shut as you feel the comforting weight of it glide over your tongue. As you take everything Tony gives you, your hands grip his thighs, your cheeks sucked in with every inch Tony gives you.
"That's it, Babygirl, you're taking me so well in that beautiful mouth of yours," your boyfriend grunts out, and you feel your pussy clench around nothing as your arousal builds quickly. Once his tip hits the back of your throat, your eyes shoot open, and they immediately lock onto Tony's.
He pulls back a little bit before repeating the action, and this time you're prepared as he guides you further onto his cock. With a few more strokes, you're taking all of him as your nose is pressed against his pelvic bone, right between his Adonis belt. Tony groans deeply as he keeps you there for a second or two, quickly pulling out before doing it again and repeating this over and over again.
It doesn't take long for Tony to throw his head back, and he groans your name through his teeth as he's on the edge. Without warning, you pull off his cock with a loud pop before stroking his cock in tight strokes. As a result, Tony is surprised when he cums, and every last drop of his seed is on your face and outstretched tongue, making you look filthy.
"Look at you, Babygirl; here I was thinking you're such a sweet, innocent little girl, but all you want is to be painted by Daddy's cum, huh?" Tony asks before scooping some cum from your face and feeding it to you, making you swallow it with a content smile on your face.
"But I am your innocent little girl, Daddy," you say with a small pout and big doe eyes as Tony helps you up. You're still trembling a little from sitting on the tiled floor, but you're more than okay with that. He leans in to place a soft peck on your lips before sending you to the bathroom with a soft swat on your butt. He quickly cleans himself off before finishing dinner for you both, plating it beautifully right when you walk back.
"Thank you for that taste, Babygirl; I cannot wait to see what you'll have in store for dessert," Tony whispers before kissing your temple. You smile at his words, as he doesn't even know half of what you have planned for him later.
"C'mere, Babygirl," Tony says as you're seated on the couch, gesturing to your feet. You're enjoying a glass of wine, and there's a TV show playing that neither of you has heard of before, but it's nice enough for some background noise. With a soft groan, you lift your feet on his lap, and he takes off your socks, tickling the bottom of your feet.
"Hey! Not fair!" you tell him with a large smile. He nods before grabbing hold of one of them and massaging carefully - you can feel the tension seeping out of your feet with every move of his skilled hands, his long, thick fingers massaging every inch of them until you're fully relaxed.
As you give yourself over to your boyfriend's touches, you slowly feel his hand sliding up your legs to massage your shins and calves, making you groan at the comfortable feeling settling in your body. It doesn't take long for him to find your most sensitive spot, though - your inner thighs. He can spend hours planting countless kisses and loving touches there and take his sweet time as he marks them with hickies and soft bites.
"T-Tony," you plead softly as his fingers glide over the soft, sensitive skin there, goosebumps rising after his fingers take their time mapping out every inch of them, driving you insane.
"What's on your mind, Babygirl?" Tony asks, acting as if he doesn't know what his touches do to you.
"More..." you whisper, and as soon as you've put your glass down, Tony pulls you onto his lap smoothly. Before you know it, you're chest to chest with him, your lips mere inches away from each other, panting slightly as it dawns on you what just happened.
"More... what?" Tony's mouth curls into a mischievous smile, and your heart beats faster as you look at it. Moments like these have your mind racing and your heart beating out of your chest because he knows how to push you to the edge. Whichever one that may be at that moment.
Instead of answering him with words, you cup one of his cheeks with your hands, the other gliding into the hair on the nape of his neck as you close the distance between you two. Tony's hands move from your thighs up and under your shirt, and their warmth makes you melt into him even more.
The kiss is slow but filled with love and nothing short of perfection. This time, you decide to take the lead for a moment as you lick the seam of his lips for the entrance you're craving so desperately. Before your wish is granted, Tony pulls away to remove your shirt, leaving you in only your pants and a bra.
"So beautiful," he whispers against your skin as his lips find your neck and shoulder, placing small kisses that have you squirming on his lap. As you do, you can feel him getting hard again, which only spurs you on more.
"Let's take this party to the bedroom, Babygirl. I want to make nothing but sweet love to you for the rest of the night," Tony tells you, but before you can answer, he gets up, and you wrap your legs around his waist to steady yourself, a squeal escaping your lips. His face is filled with nothing but love as he looks at you. He's head over heels in love with you, and he cannot get enough of telling you - and you can't get enough of hearing it from him.
"Okay," you whisper to him. Within less than a minute, Tony made his way upstairs and to the main bedroom, where he carefully placed you on the bed before stepping back and removing his sweatpants. His cock springs free as it's fully hard, and it slaps against his abdomen with a soft splat from the pre-cum that had gathered at his tip already.
You bite on your lower lip as you look at him. Your gaze slides from his broad shoulders to the arc reactor in his chest, surrounded by his soft, dark chest hair, and from his toned abdomen to the happy trail leading you to the place you love more than anything: his glorious, thick, long cock that manages to split you open perfectly every single time. Combined with his beefy thighs and muscled calves, the sight is complete, and the man looks like the God of Perfection.
"You like what you see?" he asks with a raised eyebrow, and you nod as a smile tugs at the corners of your mouth. You've never been shy about checking him out when the two of you are alone, and he enjoys taking his time to adore you and your beautiful body as well.
"I always do, Daddy," you tell him as you ogle him for a few more seconds. When you've finally had your fill of looking at him, you lie on your back, allowing Tony to crawl over your body before leaning on one of his arms, the hand on his other one moving to caress your face. Tony takes his time to commit every inch to memory, thinking about how beautiful you are.
"I love you so much, Babygirl; I'm the luckiest man on earth because I'm calling you my girl," he whispers, his hot breath ghosting over your lips as his eyes flick from your eyes to your mouth and back. He can feel his heart beat faster at seeing your smile, as he can never get enough of looking at it and listening to your laugh. Before you get a chance to answer him, he closes the gap between you two, kissing you gently, taking his time to explore the kiss. You two have to do just that all night, and he plans to make every second of it count.
Your hands glide through his hair before pulling on it, not hard, but just enough to make him groan softly into your mouth. Meanwhile, the hand caressing your face moves your neck and over your shoulder before moving over to your bra strap, curling his fingers around it as he slides it off your shoulder.
"Let's get this off, hm? It'll be a lot more fun if I'm not looking at a bra the entire time," Tony says with a wink after pulling away from the kiss. You feel the warmth spreading over your cheeks at his words. His eyes are immediately pulled to the blush on your cheeks, and he doesn't hesitate to pepper both of them with a generous amount of kisses, making you giggle.
"Stop it! You're tickling me with your facial hair!" you protest, but instead of having mercy, he places kisses all over your face, making you squirm under him while you laugh at his ministrations. You're definitely enjoying yourself right now, and being on a mission with Tony during your anniversary only made things even better.
When Tony finally decides to have mercy, he places one last kiss on your mouth that leaves you wanting more, and you follow his mouth when he pulls away.
"Not fair," you pout, and Tony chuckles at your words, shaking his head.
"You want to know what's not fair, Babygirl? The fact that you're still wearing this bra, even though I distinctly remember wanting to get it off," he says, his eyes narrowing at the offending fabric. He shifts so that he's sitting on his knees while straddling your thighs, and he quickly unhooks your bra at the front.
The moment your nipples are exposed to the air, they perk up, and Tony moves down to wrap his lips around one of them, suckling softly as he listens to the soft moan tumbling from your lips. He uses his fingers to give attention to the other, and your hands tightly hold onto his hair as he plays with your sensitive buds.
The constant stimulation has your hips rutting up to seek friction, but every effort is fruitless, as Tony is situated in such a way that he can give you all the pleasure he wants to give you. After a few more minutes of this torturous pleasure, he switches, giving your other nipple the same care and attention as the first one.
He's taking his time to give you the most immense pleasure you've ever felt by someone playing with your nipples. You moan loudly as he carefully bites down on one of them, and your panties are practically ruined from your arousal. At the same time, you pull hair on his hair, and Tony groans against the plush flesh of your breasts, which sends shivers down your spine.
Once he's finally satisfied with the way your nipples look - red and puffy from all the time he spent playing with them - Tony moves down to the button of your pants to pull these down as well, but he ultimately decides to leave your underwear on. He wants to have a little playtime with that first.
"My God, I can smell how turned on you are, Babygirl, and it makes me so hard for you," he whispers as he noses your soaked panties, taking a whiff before letting his tongue glide over the fabric. Your back arches as the feeling of the fabric combined with his skilled tongue has you feeling everything as your sheets are fisted in the sheets to ground yourself.
"Such a sweet, tight, and perfect pussy," Tony whispers as his fingers slide the panties to the side, exposing your dripping and puffy folds, which he spreads to have a look at your fluttering entrance. It clenches around nothing as he blows on it, and you bite on your lip to supress the moan that wants to escape.
Tony looks up at you through his lashes at the sound of your muffled moan. If there's one thing he's always insistent about, it's that he wants to hear you because there's nothing more beautiful than the sound of you falling apart like that because of him. His brow is raised as you look down at him, wondering why he stopped.
"I want to hear you, Babygirl. I want to hear you fall apart on my fingers, my tongue, and my cock," Tony tells you in a stern voice, and you nod in response. With a content smile, he returns to his earlier position, this time latching onto your sensitive clit, making you moan loudly.
He smiles against your pussy as his tongue takes turns to pleasure your clit and your entrance, building your orgasm up quickly. Your chest rises and falls quickly, the pleasure quickly building to an almost blinding high when he surprises you with two of his thick, strong fingers as well. With a loud exclaim of his name, you cum on his tongue and fingers, and he works you through it carefully.
"That's it, Babygirl, let go for me! Good girl, you're a perfect girl for Daddy like this," he says between your trembling thighs, his thumb still working your clit as he laps up every last drop of your arousal. He hums in appreciation at the taste of it; his eyes closed as it coats his tongue again.
"Thank you, Daddy," you say in a breathy voice when you've come down from your high. It didn't take much for you to cum after Tony's teasing and the nipple play, but it was most definitely worth every second of anticipation. He knows your body better than you know your own, and he can play it as if it's an instrument that he took years to master.
"You're more than welcome, Babygirl, but I'm not done with you yet," he tells you between the kisses he places in a trail over your stomach and through the valley of your breasts. You sigh contently as he noses along your jaw, his facial hair feeling prickly yet lovely against the soft skin of your neck.
"I love you," you whisper as he's hovering over you, his cock achingly hard between his legs from the anticipation. He's been ignoring it for a long time, but it's finally time for him to have his fill now, too, and he's getting impatient.
"I love you too, Babygirl, so much," Tony practically purrs before capturing your lips in a heated kiss that catches you off-guard, but you quickly catch up as you pull him closer, and his cock is now resting on your belly. A small puddle of pre-cum gathers there, and you snake your hand between your bodies to give him a few strokes, getting him ready for what's about to come.
"Hmm, do that again, Babygirl," Tony says, his voice dropping almost an octave as you squeeze his tip softly, and he grunts into your ear as you do exactly as he asks. He ruts into your hand at the feeling of your small fist around his cock, your fingers barely touching as you're wrapped around him. He groans as he keeps fucking your hand, but before it's too late, he quickly pulls away, leaving you with a slight pout on your face.
"Don't worry, sweet girl, there's plenty of time to do that later, but I can't wait any longer to be buried in your tight, pink pussy." Your heart races as his words sink in, and you involuntarily clench around nothing but air, your pussy eager to be filled by your boyfriend's thick cock, splitting you open just the way you like it.
A few seconds later, Tony lines up with your entrance, a loud moan tumbling from your puffy lips as the tip breaches your entrance. Your hands are fisted in the sheets as you allow him to fill you up completely, short strokes ensuring he doesn't hurt you in the process. Grunts fall from his lips as he works his shaft into your squeezing, tight pussy.
"That's it, take my cock, such a good girl for Daddy." You will never get used to the feeling of Tony sliding, but you welcome it nevertheless. From the moment you two stopped using condoms, and you started birth control, your sex life has changed completely. Where you were always ready for each other before, you have become insatiable after that.
The second his cock hits your sweet spot, you arch your back into him, your legs wrapping around his waist to pull him even closer. His face is nuzzled into your neck as a comfortable silence has fallen over you both. Your fingers trail abstract figures on his shoulders and back as you enjoy each other's feelings. All you have to think about is each other and your love.
Once Tony cannot take it any longer to stay still, he starts with slow, shallow thrusts that have you whimpering softly and a smile tugging at Tony's mouth.
"So good, Babygirl, you feel so good around my cock, I can't wait to fill you with my cum and watch it leak out of you when I'm done. God, my balls are so full for you," he whispers in your ear, his hips thrusting into your welcoming pussy faster and faster with each stroke. The sound of your combined moans and skin slapping against your skin is like the chorus of your love, and you never want this song to end.
"I'm close, Babygirl, 'm gonna fill you up," he groans, and you're so far gone you cannot even form coherent sentences anymore. Your moans are becoming louder, and your nails are now digging into his back instead of tracing lazy figures, and red welts are appearing where your nails are raking down his broad, muscled back.
As his high is quickly approaching, Tony moves his face from your neck in a way that has your foreheads touching, making this moment even more intimate than it already was. The brown of his eyes has been completely replaced by his dilated pupils, lust being visible in them.
"Cum with me, Babygirl, please," he begs, and you nod as your bodies move together perfectly, your highs both building rapidly. The second Tony's hand moves between your bodies and reaches your clit, and you're squeezing him like a vice, your legs trembling as you cum for him, shortly followed by Tony.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Squeezing me perfectly, Jesus! Can't wait to fuck you so full of my cum that it has no way to go but inside you, get you nice and round with my babies," Tony grunts through his orgasm, the long, slow strokes replaced by short and quick ones as he spills every last drop of him inside you, the warmth filling you up completely.
Tony takes his time to ride out both your orgasms, but as soon as you're both too sensitive, he pulls out, leaving you feeling empty yet satisfied after everything that happened. With a smirk, he keeps hovering over you, your faces mere centimeters apart. You reach up to kiss his lips softly, making your heart flutter at the feeling.
"I love you so much, Babygirl," Tony whispers before placing one more peck on your lips and taking his place beside you. As you curl onto his side, you hook your leg over him, and your arm lies on his stomach, your hand tracing circles over his arc reactor. You two stay in the comfortable silence for a few minutes before getting up for a much-needed bath.
"You can stay in bed, Babygirl. I'll run a bath for us both and get some of your favorite fruits to eat as we're relaxing," he tells you, and you nod at his words. The second he slips out of the bath, you miss him and his warmth, but that is quickly forgotten when he's ready for you to get into the tub's warm water.
"There you go, such a good girl," Tony says as you sit in the bath, a blush creeping over your cheeks. His praise will always make you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. Your boyfriend quickly joins you in the bath before pulling you onto his lap, his fingers massaging your sore muscles as you nibble on the sweet fruit he brought up in a bowl.
"Happy anniversary, Daddy," you tell him right before popping a piece of the fruit in his mouth, and he smiles contently as he chews it.
"Happy anniversary, Babygirl. I hope there will be many more just like this one," he says, sealing his promise with a soft and loving kiss.
It's been about eight weeks since you and Tony celebrated your anniversary on the mission, but now you're lying in bed with a cold compress on your head and your trashcan nearby in case another wave of nausea threatens to come back. You were supposed to be training with Natasha, but you had to cancel due to how you're feeling.
Instead of being in the training room with you, Natasha sits on your bed to keep you company, talking your ear off about her crush on Bruce. While you're usually all ears about it, you can now only think about one thing: the birth control pill you forgot all those weeks ago.
"I think I might be pregnant," you croak out when Natasha is waiting for an answer to a question you didn't catch.
"You're-"
"Pregnant, yes. Or so I think," you tell her with a groan as you slide the compress onto your eyes to shield them from the light in the hopes that you're saved from your next wave of nausea, but to no avail. While Nat usually chats to her heart's content, she's silent as the news sinks in.
"It's Tony's, isn't it?" she outright asks, and you sit up too quickly, which is a bad idea, as you grab the trashcan once more.
"H-how did you-" is all you can say, but she just gives you a reassuring smile.
"I'm not blind, Detka; you and Tony have been hanging out more and more together, and believe it or not, you're not as subtle as you both think you are. While I doubt any of the others would pick up on it, I have had my suspicions for quite a while," Natasha tells you, and you nod.
"We've been together for a little over a year and a half; we started dating after the mission that almost cost me my life," you tell her with a smile. He makes you truly happy, but the thought of being pregnant also scares you.
"On the one hand, I'm hoping it's true, that I am indeed pregnant, but on the other hand, I'm not sure what to feel if it's true. We never even talked about having kids, and even though I'm more than ready to take the next step, I don't know about him! What if he leaves me and doesn't want the baby? Do I take care of it by myself or put it up for adoption?" The words are all coming out in a long stream as tears gather in the corners of your eyes.
"Why don't we start by calming down and taking a test before jumping to conclusions? I understand it's scary, but before we take a test, there's nothing to worry about, okay?" she tells you, and you nod. This is how you find yourself sitting on your bed, staring at a timer after taking a test.
The moment it goes off, you turn the test over, and it shows a clear positive. You're carrying Tony's baby, and mixed feelings are swirling through your body. Happiness and anxiety are at the top.
"I'm having a baby," you whisper as you show her the test. Without saying a word, she pulls you into a hug, and you let your emotions go for a moment. Sobs are tearing through your body, and she's there to comfort you through it all. Natasha has been there for you through everything since you became an Avenger, and this won't be any different.
"I'm so happy for you, Detka," Natasha says as she lets her tears fall. During her time in the red room, the ability to carry children has been brutally taken away from her, but that doesn't mean she won't be there for you. She will live the pregnancy vicariously through you, and you're more than happy to share it with her.
"You'll be a great Mom, Detka. They're lucky to have you as a Mom," Nat whispers, and you nod in her hold. When you've both come down from the initial shock and emotions, you stare at the test some more, and the worry immediately makes way for happiness. You're going to be a Mom, and you can't wait to meet the baby growing inside you.
Eventually, Natasha has to leave for an appointment, and you go to the kitchen, though your bounds of nausea are most prevalent in the morning. As you stand by the counter, you hear Tony's footsteps come into the kitchen when, and you close your eyes, gripping your glass as he comes to stand beside you.
"Can we talk for a moment? I have barely seen you for these past two weeks, and I'm worried about you," Tony asks. The worry in his voice is evident, and you know you don't have a choice other than to talk to him. With a soft sigh, you nod and follow him to his office, the closest private space where it's normal for the two of you to talk.
Here goes nothing, you tell yourself as you close the door behind you, the pregnancy test still in your back pocket as you step into the ample space. Tony's about to discover your recklessness, and you're 99% sure you will be single after this conversation. However, nothing could be further from the truth.
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Could you make a version of giving flowers but with enhypen? Love your writing! 🥺
giving them flowers ♡
a/n. thank you sm <3 i hope you enjoyed it!! i’m on my soft niki agenda :( AND POSTING THIS BC ENHA IS IN MY COUNTRY RN + LAST POST BEFORE BIG ANNOUNCEMENT WILL DROP TODAY
skz ver here :D
┆彡 HEESEUNG [ 희승 ]
you took him off guard, he got so flustered 🥹
would go speechless for a moment looking at you with those bambi eyes
screaming rn
he would hug n cover you in kisses like there’s no tomorrow <\\3
“hey, hee! i got you a little something!” you hummed, waltzing into his room with a bouquet of fresh flowers. you looked around, his dorm reassembling a literal man cave “i hope they’ll survive here though…”
“huh?” heeseung turned around, taking off his headset. his eyes widened when he noticed the colorful flowers “oh my goodness, i have the cutest girlfriend ever…”
before you realised, heeseung started covering your face with kisses giggling sweetly.
then he ran to grab a vase and put the flowers next to his gaming desk, looking at them wide a grin and hearts in his eyes.
this boy :(
he’ll take such gentle care of the flowers
even if the boys say that they’re “too girly”
(and he’ll just tease them that they are just jealous because they didn’t get flowers ;P )
┆彡 JAEYUN [ 재윤 ]
you wanted to gift your bf flowers just because!!
and you did when you had a moment alone
i’m crying he’s so cute
almost kissed u to death 🤕
“jake!!” you hummed, tapping his shoulder. jake turned around and his gaze shifted from the tv to you “those are for you!”
he took a spin and almost crushed the flowers when taking them from you. then he blinked repeatedly, making you giggle at his cuteness.
“those are so pretty? wait, do we have a vase?! you keep them in vase, right? thank you baby!” jake grinned and pecked your lips before running off to kitchen to grab a vase.
when he came back he made sure that every inch of your face was covered with obnoxiously loud kisses. because of that you didn’t catch his red ears.
brags abt the flowers on weverse for a whole day
even sent a photo of them to his mom ;(
but his heart almost jumped out of his chest, he didn’t know it was possible to love you even more
but even after such a simple gesture it turns out it was <3
┆彡 JONGSEONG [ 종성 ]
he’s such a precious human being so you actually fight the urge to give him flowers everyday
but once you did, on a random tuesday he felt his heart beating so fast he was afraid it will jump out of his chest
will literally melt
“baby?” you hummed, closing the door behind you. the soft strums of guitar stopped and were later followed by footsteps.
“coming! oh–” jay stopped in his tracks the second he saw a bouquet in your hands “should i be concerned?”
“what? no! i bought them for my lovely boyfriend” you cooed, cupping his cheek. jay gently took the flowers from you, his eyes filled with love. as he tried to gather his thoughts, a soft peck was placed on your hand.
“i should be the one who’s giving you flowers” he only managed to murmur. your giggles filled the room and jay swore his knees went weak.
“let me be a gentleman for once” you scoffed, rolling your eyes dramatically.
sets a pic of the flowers as his wallpaper ☹️
would give you all the flowers in the world if he could
he’s just so soft for you :(
smiles tenderly once someone mentions how pretty the flowers are, mumbling “not prettier than y/n though” underneath his breath
he’s just so perfect i love him i wanna cry
┆彡 JUNGWON [ 정원 ]
he thought he forgot about an anniversary or something (which is almost impossible because he remembers all the dates)
but then you just looked at him so sweetly he almost melted on the floor :(
has to take a few deep breaths to calm himself (it doesn’t work)
“wonie! say something!” you giggle. he said as staring at the bouquet in disbelief for the past five minutes. he shook his head, looking at you with curiosity
“did i do something…?” jungwon tilts his head. you sigh dramatically and hand him the flowers, only to peck his cheeks after
“except for being my lonely boyfriend who i love way too much? hm, no. those are for you. just because. do you like them?” you asked, eyes blinking with excitement. it took all of his willpower not to start screaming at your cuteness; however,
“i love them. they are beautiful” jungwon breathed out, his stomach swirling with butterflies.
be prepared to receive a 5x bigger bouquet though.
he also changed your name in his phone to my flower <3
(cries)
will glare at anyone who will even look at the flowers, he does not want them to get destroyed :(
┆彡 NISHIMURA RIKI [ にしむら りき ]
oh god he’s so precious i wanna hold him
it’s safe to say you’re riki’s first love and he just loves you so much
and vice versa
and once you decided to give him flowers! because why not
“knock knock is mr nishimura here?!” you knocked at the door from the practice room and peeked inside. jungwon told you he should be here and the leader was correct. riki smiled softly upon seeing your head and stopped the music.
while he did so, you whipped out the flowers from behind your back. niki turned around and slowly walked towards you, eyes wide.
“i got you flowers” you hummed. riki gently took them, looking at the soft petals in silence “you deserve them. you deserve the whole world, actually– riki?”
“i love you so much” he mumbled, eyes glassy. the love he felt was just too overwhelming, in a good way; and he couldn’t help tears that were falling down his cheeks.
“oh baby…” you smiled tenderly and hugged him, holding him close.
help.
ofc later we will threaten you not to tell anyone about it – and you don’t
but he’s so grateful for you 🥹
immediately sends the pic of flowers to his members (to tease them) and his mom (to ramble about you, for the fourth time that day)
┆彡 SUNGHOON [ 성훈 ]
i wanna strangle this mf to death (affectionate)
he was teasing you about the way he treats you like a princess and that you should do the same sometimes
so you went “whatever 😐”
little did he know that you remembered his words and made it your personal mission to spoil him for a day
starting with flowers teehee
sunghoon opened his eyes, the smell of something flowery and fresh filling the room. he rolled over to hide his face in your neck but… you weren’t there.
“yah, y/n…” he whined, voice sleepy when you cleared your throat dramatically.
“turn around, your highness” you teased and watched him lazily roll over (again), eyes landing on the fresh bouquet. in matter of seconds he became flustered, covering his face with the duvet “don’t hide your pretty face from me, princess, i woke up early for this”
he shot you a offended glare, peeking from under the cover.
“don’t call me a princess” he rolled his eyes dramatically but you just scoffed, his ears getting redder the longer he stared at the flowers.
sigh
he was joking and certainly did not expect you to be serious
esp with those pretty flowers, the petals in his fav colors
he loves you so much but please be careful with the princess treatment, i’m afraid his poor heart wouldn’t handle it 🥹
┆彡 SUNOO [ 선우 ]
sunoo was having a bad day
a horrible one, even
and that’s when you, an angel of a gf, walk in
sunoo was looking at the rain drops racing down the window, when the door suddenly opened. he turned his head around, kind of disappointed that it won’t be so quiet anymore but then he realised it’s you. all soaked with… flowers?
“hi baby! surprise?” you grinned and closed the door, struggling to take off the coat. sunoo sal most flew towards you, helping you to take it off and the tilted his head curiously. “i got you flowers! they reminded me of you and i just had to buy them. and deliver them”
“really?” sunoo pouted, cheeks warming up because truth be told those were the prettiest flowers he’s ever seen.
“really. now let’s cheer you up, hm? i can see you’re in a bad mood” you cooed, cupping his cheek which made him squeal because of how cold your hand were.
god he’s smiling like a fool (in love)
takes dozens of pics
guards the flowers from the boys like his life depended on it <\\3
he’s so madly deeply in love with you it’s insane ☹️
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Time for an ask!
How do you think Alex’s introduction to David went? Who was more excited?
Short Answer: They are equally excited and Henry is a little butt hurt that Alex is able to get along so easily with David (but secretly thrilled).
Long answer: a canon-compliant if you squint Ficlet for you because this ask SENT ME PLACES. (see below to keep reading)
My Two Favorite Royals
“Oh stop wait you know what would make this better,”
“What Alex,” Henry asks in an exasperated tone, he is already hanging on by a thread at seeing the object of his every fantasy in threadbare joggers and glasses. Alex grabbing his hand only moments ago to take a photo for Instagram almost made him vibrate out of his skin.
“Where is your dog?”
Henry sputters back, “My, my dog? What on earth- how do you know about my dog?”
Alex sends a lazy smile his way, “It was on your fact sheet sweetheart do keep up.”
Henry tries not to let the momentary confusion or the nickname get the best of him. He knows with certainty that anything about David wasn’t on that blasted fact sheet that was so wrong it could have been made for a complete stranger.
Alex is standing now pushing his laptop closed and looking up at Henry eagerly. It's a face Henry couldn’t possibly ignore.
With a resigned sigh Henry turns and walks towards his bedroom. He can’t help but think about how he has never had a boy in his bedroom. Sure Pez, but that didn’t count. And now… now his inescapable insufferable crush was going to be waltzing into his bedroom of all things looking like a wet dream walking.
Henry is ripped from his internal monologue by a shout and Alex running in front of him to David.
He can’t tell who is more excited, his beagle, who is shaking so much his entire body is wiggling with every tail wag, or Alex, who immediately drops to the floor arms open wide to accept the wriggling dog into his arms.
“Ohhhh such a good boy, yes you are, what a handsome dog, the most important royal yes you are,” Alex coos. Henry can feel his heart bursting at the sight. Alex’s uncontrollable laughter when David starts licking him, and the way he sits fully against the wall legs splayed out and glasses askew is giving him heart palpitations.
Alex looks up smiling, “Not sure how such a cute dog got stuck with such a stuck up owner but I might just have to take him home for myself.”
“Excuse me! Stuck up? You can’t take David he is the only thing that keeps me sane in this prison cell.”
Alex looks a little startled by the outburst and pauses to pat the ground next to him.
“Want to elaborate on that sweetheart.”
Henry isn’t sure when the nickname came to be but he isn’t going to ask for it to stop. So he sits down, completely undignified in his jim jams, and lets David break the ice between them.
The next two hours are spent with their hands accidentally touching while they pet David. Alex pesters Henry for more answers, real answers, about his life than he has ever been asked before.
They argue about David’s name and Alex says his only saving grace is that he is no longer a mystery to Alex but the rest of the world can stay that way. It warms him up from the inside. He doesn’t want to look too hard into anything or give himself a false sense of hope.
Maybe Alex is just this touchy with everyone. Maybe the nicknames aren’t just for him. Maybe he also holds someone’s hand in his own as he puts his number into their phone demanding daily updates of David or incurring his wrath.
When Alex is somewhere over the Atlantic he gets a notification link on his phone to an Instagram post.
Alex in his glasses and sweats holding David mid laughter. Henry next to him also laughing. The Crown is going to kill him for looking so unprofessional, but the caption is what stops him short.
“Had to hop across the pond to visit my two favorite royals (don’t tell Henry that David is really my favorite)”
Henry can’t stop the way his heart jumps at being called a favorite anything of Alex’s.
He scrolls down to the comments and sees a wave of support.
Comments about how real their friendship is, how cute David is, how real friends wouldn’t have photos like this together, how the bromance is real.
His heart doesn’t stop thumping with every text back and forth with Alex that evening. Or the next.
His heart is in his throat with every phone call, it pitters restlessly when he receives selfies from the bed, it leaps when he gets a phone call at thanksgiving, and clenches dangerously when he finally ends the call on Christmas Eve.
A year and a half after that selfie was posted to Instagram they are sitting on a low leather couch in a brownstone in Brooklyn. A place that Henry never expected to call home. Alex is in sweats and Henry is wearing one of Alex’s NYU sweatshirts. They are currently arguing over which season of The Great British Bake Off to watch when Alex gets an alert on his phone.
He looks down and laughs. Henry doesn’t have a moment to ask what it’s about before Alex is dragging David up from his place between the two of them into his arms. David lets out a small huff but quickly relaxes back into Alex, where he has found home in the past year just as easily as Henry.
“Smile babe,”
Henry has learned not to question Alex so he leans in and smiles, realizing just how easy it is now to let the corners of his mouth curl up.
A few moments of tapping and Alex sets his phone down on the table with a flourish.
“So are you going to share what that was about?” Henry lightly pesters.
“Only putting an online debate to rest, you might want to mute your notifications sweetheart.”
Oh god what has he done now, is all Henry can think as he pulls his own phone up.
Posted on his Instagram Alex has created a slideshow of photos. The one he just took at the front of the group. As Henry swipes through he can’t help but smile as image after image of the three of them, Alex, Henry, and David are together. The final photo makes his breath catch. There they are on the floor of Kensington Palace, long before anything happened, long before Henry knew just how wonderful his life might turn out to be.
The caption is simple and sweet,
“Just wanted to update y’all on how it’s going with my two favorite royals. (Don't tell David but Henry is my favorite.)”
#inexplicablymine answers#inexplicablymine writes#ficlet#rwrb ficlet#rwrb#firstprince#truly the truth about David coming out here in my fast and furious flurry of writing#listen I just think first meetings between dogs and people can be so wholesome#should I post this on AO3?
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the blue - part five
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✯ summary: mattie misses adam while he's gone, danny is there to make her feel better ✯
✯ pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem!oc ✯
✯ content warnings: none rlly - pure fluff ✯
✯ now playing: skinny love - bon iver ✯
✯ series masterlist ✯
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March 2021
Adam had been gone for about a week now. Pre-season testing had started in Bahrain on the 12th and he would be there until around 15th, coming home for a few days before heading back to the country on the 24th for the start of the first race weekend.
Mattie was used to Adam being gone for a lot of the year. Even when he was home it seemed that he was always busy with something at the MTC, or heading out to see all the friends he had made on his travels around the world.
She wasn’t a jealous person. But she did find herself envious of the amount of time everyone else got to spend with her best friend. They had grown up thick as thieves, constantly in one another’s pockets. She now had to settle for sporadic texting and FaceTime calls at strange hours.
He had sent her a message earlier in the day telling her how well everything was going, followed by a photo of him, Lando and some of the other guys out for dinner at a fancy restaurant. She hated that she immediately noticed the lack of Danny in the photo.
She hadn’t spoken to Danny since that night in the bar. Their evening had ended after a few more drinks, plenty of banter and as Adam had promised, she was home and tucked up in bed by 11PM.
The first couple days of Adam being gone had been relatively painless. As a freelance editor she had the luxury of picking how heavy or light she chose her workload to be. She had a habit of throwing herself into her work while Adam was gone. Taking on extra clients to help fill the time and pass the days until he came back home.
By the 7th day of Adam being gone she had felt the loneliness creeping in. It was moments like this that she had cursed herself for not being more social during her younger years. It wasn’t that she didn’t have other friends, she did, it was just that they all had their own lives. She felt that the only times they would reach out would be when they needed something from her or had seen Adam on the TV at one of the races.
It was a Wednesday evening and Mattie found herself half way through a bottle of wine, scrolling aimlessly through her Instagram feed. She smiled as she saw a photo posted by Lando. The young Brit praising how good the new car was for this season. She double tapped the photo and continued scrolling.
Her fingers stopped as she saw a post from Daniel. It wasn’t even a photo of him. Just the same as Lando had, he’d posted a photo of the car. But why did she feel like her heart was beating out of her chest? She shook her head and double tapped the photo.
It was only a minute later that she saw the notification appear on her screen.
danielricciardo sent you a message
Mattie stared at her phone screen. She felt like a teenager again. She could feel her heartbeat racing and palms growing sweaty. This stupid crush was not going away any time soon, she feared.
danielricciardo: hello stranger, i see you’re creeping on my instagram again!
Mattie huffed out a laugh. Of course he would say that.
mattieryan: ha ha you’re funny! i wasn’t creeping. i just came across the post on my feed. don’t flatter yourself so much, your head will grow too big!
She hoped he didn’t mind her jibe. She didn’t want him to think she was being rude. She hated that she over thought her every action when it came to Danny. Her worries stopped when her phone vibrated, indicating he had replied almost immediately.
danielricciardo: you wound me mattie girl! but you might have a point there
danielricciardo: anyway, how are you?
Her mind went back to that night in the bar. Danny being so adamant that she knew that he considered them to be friends. This is what friends did; chat, ask each other how they are. This was normal. She could be friends with Daniel Ricciardo.
mattieryan: yeah i’m alright thanks! currently on the sofa, drinking wine and deciding what to watch on netflix. how are you? testing going ok?
danielricciardo: cute! yeah not too bad, still getting to grips with the car a bit, but we’ll get there! i’m just in the hotel now, also deciding what to watch on netflix. any ideas?
mattieryan: you’ll get there, i’m sure of it :) as for what to watch, i’m settling on the office, it’s my comfort show lol
danielricciardo: great choice! what episode are we watching?
mattieryan: i’m on season 5, episode 27, cafe disco! it’s one of my favs.
danielricciardo: i’ll put it on now. second question, why do you need comforting? everything alright?
She hoped he didn’t pick up on that. She wasn’t sure how honest she should be. She sighed, contemplating her reply. They were friends right?
mattieryan: didn’t realise you’d caught that, haha. i’m okay, it just gets a bit lonely at home sometimes when adam is gone. i would message him, but i know he’s out with Lando tonight so didn’t want to bother him.
mattieryan: seriously, i’m fine though! i promise, it’s not that deep, i’ve just had half a bottle of wine and i’m in my feelings, haha.
Mattie locked her phone and placed it delicately in her lap. She attempted to divert her attention by focusing on the TV screen in front of her. She found herself laughing as she watched the characters of her favourite show dancing round the screen.
danielricciardo: i’m more than just a pretty face ya know? that’s perfectly valid. it must suck that he’s gone so much. but i also know for a fact that if you text him and told him how you were feeling he would drop everything to call you.
danielricciardo: but if you’re not going to message him, you’ll have to put up with me bothering you instead :)
mattieryan: you’re not bothering me danny, but thanks for being so sweet
danielricciardo: careful sweetheart, you’ll make my head grow bigger!
danielricciardo: we never got to finish our game of twenty questions.
danielricciardo: what’s your favourite flower?
Mattie found herself messaging Danny until the small hours of the morning. By the time she had finally caved and fallen asleep she felt that she knew the Aussie enough to feel confident calling him a friend.
They had spoken about anything and everything.
Danny had learnt that her favourite flowers were daisies and that she loved to fill her flat with them any chance she got. He also now knew her favourite film was Romeo + Juliet, but that she loved Tangled.
He knew that she preferred autumn and spring to the summer heat or bitter cold. She told him she liked it cool enough to wear a jacket, but sunny enough she could wear sunglasses and not feel silly.
She’d never been to Australia, but always wanted to go. He told her he would show her one day.
Mattie had learnt that Danny was an uncle and that he loved kids. He told her all about his ranch in Perth and how he loved to ride quad bikes around the land. He had sheep and horses on the ranch and how he savoured going back home any chance he got.
Mattie now knew how deep his love of music ran. How he had a playlist for every scenario and that he loved finding new bands and musicians that he had never heard of before.
He adored that she hadn’t asked him once about Formula 1 or that whole part of his life. She wanted to know about him. Danny. Not Daniel Ricciardo, driver for Mclaren.
Mattie couldn’t believe that he was interested. He wanted to know more about her. She felt seen, a feeling she hadn’t felt for a long time.
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Mattie woke up the next morning, rubbing at her face, she squinted as her eyes adjusted to the light now pouring through her bedroom window. She definitely had forgotten to set her alarm last night. She checked the alarm clock next to her bed, 9:05AM.
Time to get up.
She went about the start of her day as usual. She showered, dressed and made herself a coffee before the clock had hit 10AM. Sitting down on one of the barstools by the kitchen counter she pulled out her laptop and began her working day.
A couple hours passed and she had successfully responded to every email in her inbox, and started to read the latest draft of a novel sent to her by one of her clients. She was just getting into a new chapter when she heard her intercom buzz. Confused, she stood up and walked over to the control panel by the front door.
“Hello” she spoke into the microphone, waiting for a response.
“Hiya! I have a delivery for Mattie Ryan? Can you buzz me up?” a female voice came through the speaker.
She pressed the enter button as she searched her brain, trying to remember what she had ordered. Coming up empty, she concluded that it was probably a delivery for Adam but that he had put her name down, knowing he’d be out of the country when it would arrive.
A knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts.
She opened the door gingerly and looked at the delivery woman standing in front of her.
“Delivery for Mattie Ryan? Don’t worry, you don’t need to sign, hope you have a lovely day” the woman spoke as she handed the biggest bouquet of daisies to Mattie.
Mattie looked at the flowers in her hands. Dozens of delicate daisies bound together by brown string, a white card placed on top of them with her name written beautifully in black ink.
She found herself in a slight trance as she closed the door and walked back into her flat. Placing the flowers down carefully on the worktop she opened the card.
Hope these make your day a bit brighter - DR x
Mattie’s face broke into the biggest smile. Her cheeks immediately turned a crimson red, a stark contrast to the snowy white daisies that lay before her.
She quickly pulled out her phone and opened her chat with Danny.
mattieryan: thank you for my flowers danny, they’re beautiful.
Without thinking about it too much she snapped a quick photo of herself standing next to the bouquet with a grin on her face. The message turned from delivered to read almost as quickly as she had sent it
danielricciardo: not as beautiful as you
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✯ authors note: part five is here babies! i'm not totally in love with this one tbh, but i hope you all enjoy
i've not been able to stop thinking about the vcarb01 all day, it's giving 2017 toro rosso livery in the best way, absolutely beautiful
and danny looked so happy at the launch event it made my heart hurt. and the white racing suits/hugo boss fits..... i'm unwell ✯
#daniel ricciardo#dr3#danny ric#daniel ricciardo fanfic#daniel ricciardo fanfiction#dr3 imagine#f1 fanfic#formula 1#daniel ricciardo fluff#f1 fiction#daniel ricciardo imagine#redbull racing#visa cashapp racing bulls#f1 fic#f1 imagine
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okaaaay, first of all i just wanted to say that i've been OBSESSED with your writing and your fics about victor vale lately. it's just SO good???? just know you're changing lives out here
second of all, my request was yet another angst w victor (maybe with a fluffy ending??), but sort of inspired by the grudge by miss olivia rodrigo? i was just listening to this song rn and then this thought came to my mind all of a sudden 😭 idk if you're gonna like the idea, but if you don't, that's absolutely ok ❤️
Oh my gosh, thank you so much!! Changing lives? You're too kind. I absolutely love this idea; I don't listen to Olivia but I actually really like this song! It definitely gives Victor Vale vibes! I hope this is along the lines of what you wanted and please let me know what you think!! (PS, you said 'another' angst to fluff, did you request one of the others? If so, thank you for coming back and did you like it?)🤍
Warnings: ANGST, gets a little fluffy toward the end, spoilers for Vicious. 1.8k+ words
"The Grudge" by Olivia Rodrigo (explicit version)
Like a Grudge
The phone rings, and a rare photo of Victor smiling at you lights up the screen. Your day brightens as you answer. Summer is approaching quickly, but Victor promised to spend extra time with you on Fridays.
“Hey, Vic,” you greet, smiling at the flowers he sent you this morning.
“I’m leaving,” he interrupts, out of breath but emotionless.
“What do you mean?” you ask, sitting up.
“I have to leave. And I am never coming back.”
“You’re leaving school?”
“I’m leaving everything.”
“Why?” you whisper, remembering his promise from a few weeks ago. He said he’d be by your side through anything and protect you, hurt people before they could hurt you. And now, he’s doing the very thing he promised to protect you from.
“Angie.”
Your world shatters around you as the call ends. Victor chooses Angie.
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You sit up with a choked gasp, your sheets tangled around your legs as you wipe your hand harshly across your cheeks. Victor chose Angie like he always does. The memory of Victor betraying your trust, leaving you, and then hanging up on you still confuses you. Victor was your entire world, and he left, crushing your happiness between his fingers. Life without Victor is different than you expected, and the ghost of him haunts you every week.
The dead flowers on your desk are the only physical reminder of Victor, yet he never leaves your mind. Staring at them, you imagine Victor sleeping peacefully, unaware of the pain you’re experiencing, even years after losing him. You doubt he ever thinks about the damage that he did. Every single detail of the day Victor left you is vivid, but the slow, love-filled moments from before fade more each day. You cling to the memory of him, his voice choosing Angie, and the lack of care he ever had for you.
You kick your sheets off as your heart rate slows, pulling your knees to your chest. Part of you, deep down, wonders what it would be like to wake up beside Victor, leaving this nightmare you call life behind. You know what you’d say. Despite what he did, you still love Victor Vale with a deep, undying love that you hold to like a grudge. As his voice fades, the nightmare returning to its waiting place in your mind, you stand from your bed, passing the flowers on your way to another day filled with distractions.
Since Victor chose Angie, his voice has been ever-present in your mind. It morphs daily; his simple answer of “Angie” becomes “I chose someone better” when you feel like you aren’t enough. Angie Knight was a part of Victor’s life, but he was yours. Or, at least, you thought he was. You had never worried about him finding someone better and leaving you, and it came out of nowhere, changing your life forever.
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“What is taking you so long?” your best friend huffs, pushing your door open.
You stare at the flowers, and the pile of dead petals at the bottom of the glass directly mirrors your shattered heart.
“That boy did some damage.”
You shake your head, trying to be tough. “I don’t care. I’m completely fine.”
“Then why keep them?”
“Let’s call it a reminder of my past mistakes,” you answer, brushing past her as you struggle not to scream.
Your act that everything is fine, that you learned from the break-up and got over it quickly, is a failing façade. Under the fake walls you’ve built, you are utterly broken. The tough exterior hides the pain and tears threatening to spill over at any moment, but it doesn't make you feel any better. Victor made leaving you for Angie look easy, with no emotion in his voice as he said goodbye (though, you didn’t even get that, just "Angie"). If Victor made that look easy, you can make moving on look easy, even if it’s impossible.
Walking into the restaurant, you hope your friends celebrate the weekend without asking about your nightmares. You’ve regretted confiding that information to them since the night you called. You just didn’t want to feel alone, but the Victor-sized hole in your heart can’t be filled by gossip and perfume-coated hugs from girls who will never understand what you’re dealing with.
“How are you?” someone whispers.
You pick up your glass, taking a quick drink before raising it slightly.
“To cursed memories,” you say, deflecting from answering.
In your effort to forget him and block the memories out, Victor is the only thing on your mind. He never leaves, and for some forsaken reason, you don’t want him to.
“You should forgive him and forget him!” someone cheers.
“Then move on to the next!” your best friend adds.
Smiling, you wish you were strong enough to do that. Maybe desperation could force it, too, but you need Victor’s memory, or you’ll have nothing to live for.
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The first breath you take after getting in your car is cleansing. Your friends try to cheer you up and give decent advice, but it doesn’t help. Nothing short of finding out why Victor chose Angie will cure you.
Looking at your reflection in the rearview mirror, you go return to Lockland.
“I’m leaving. Angie.”
Right now, sitting in your car, you hate Victor, and you’re prepared to argue. It happens often: arguing with a ghost in your head, in your car, and in the mirror before bed.
There are hundreds of things you could have said instead of the tear-strained “Why?” you managed. When you picture winning, you lie about cheating on Victor or tell him you won’t miss him, anything to make him feel an ounce of the pain you did.
Winning in your mind is cathartic, especially when Victor falls to his knees, clutching your hands to his chest as he begs you not to go. Fantasising about when he’s sorry is fun at the moment, but when the nightmare returns and you remember the truth, it’s like you’re back in that moment.
There should have been a sign, a clue of some sort, that Victor was unhappy with you and looking for something new, different, or better. As you try to understand why he would do all this to you, you often wonder what you did to deserve it. Could you have saved everything by being less like yourself and more like Angie? Would calling Victor and telling him you loved him a few minutes earlier have changed anything? Victor had to have been unhappy and insecure, because you know in your heart that hurt people hurt people. Had you realized how hurt he was, you would have done everything in your power to heal him, to make him invincible.
“You hurt him too,” you whisper to yourself in the mirror.
It was never intentional, but Victor Vale was easy to hurt. You weren’t always there for him, didn’t notice when he needed to talk, or, evidently, when things were too much for him. You both drew blood, but those cuts were never equal. The scrapes you left on Victor will never hold a candle to the fatal stab wounds he gave you, and they still hurt.
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The flowers really need to be thrown away. Cleaning your room, you keep stopping to look at them. It’s been years, but moving on seems impossible.
“Coming!” you yell, snapped out of your thoughts by a heavy-handed knock.
Opening the door, you freeze. You should slam it, throw the vase, do anything to keep space between you. But you can’t move.
“It’s been a while,” Victor says, his hands in the pockets of his trench coat. “I- I just needed to check on you.”
“You needed to check on me?” you repeat quietly, holding the doorknob with white knuckles as you look anywhere but at Victor’s face.
“A lot has happened, and Eli,” Victor begins, but you don’t want to hear it.
“So now I deserve your pity and care? Last I checked, I didn’t.”
“You- can I come in? For just a minute, and if you want me to leave after sixty seconds, I will.”
You clench your jaw as you step back, counting in your mind as he begins talking.
“Your flowers are dead,” he points out.
“Your flowers,” you correct.
“Mine- those are from ten years ago?”
“Yeah, apparently vitriol makes flowers live longer,” you snap. “You’re wasting your minute.”
Victor’s brows furrow as he says, “I tried to be there for you, but when everything happened-“
“You tried to be there for me? You built me up to watch me fall, Victor.”
“I was trying to protect you.”
“From what? You?”
“Yes!” Victor shouts, his hands raising and falling. “Look, everything fell apart, and I didn’t want to drag you down with me. I know that I should have gone about it better, but I was running out of time and your safety was more important than answers or explanations. That’s what I thought, at least.”
“You betrayed me for my safety. That’s an interesting approach, Victor,” you say, crossing your arms across your chest.
“You don’t believe me, I get it. But we were in Merit - for Eli - and things started looking better, and being this close? I couldn’t pass the chance to check on you.”
“We?”
Victor falters slightly before saying, “Yeah. My, uh, my friends Mitch and Sydney.”
You nod, glad that he has everything but wants more.
“Well, your minute has been up for a while, so you can go.”
Trying to be tough, to be mean, you’re disappointed when the comment doesn’t come out as sharply as you intended. You haven’t looked at Victor yet because your eyes will betray your emotions. They will show that you still love him.
“I know you don’t care, I guess that’s fine,” you add, walking toward the door.
“It takes strength to forgive, but I’m not sure we’re there yet,” Victor says, cutting you off.
“You moved on, Victor,” you reply, missing the flinch at your continued use of his full name. He wants to ask what happened to ‘Vic,’ but you continue, “How is Angie?”
Glancing over your shoulder, you watch Victor’s eyes widen as he asks, “You think I left to be with Angie?”
“What else was I supposed to think?”
“I left because I killed her.”
You fall silent, a wave of memories crashing over you. The EO topic was a joke as far as you were concerned, but it explains the sudden changes in Victor and Eli and their subsequent departures. Looking up at Victor, you remain in place, unmoving and failing to find something to say.
“Why’d you keep the flowers?” he asks, cutting through the tension.
He confessed something, so you decide it’s only fair to do the same. “Even after all this, you’re still everything to me, Vic,” you whisper.
Victor's shoulders fall slightly before he looks over your shoulder to the window behind your table. Hearing a giggle, you turn quickly and see a hand retract into the bushes outside as the dead flowers turn green, blooming again.
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Hi! I was wondering if you could do the same concept (Sanemi w/ reader from present era), but with the other Hashiras? I don’t know if your requests are on at the moment, forgive me if it’s not !! 🥲
With my requests it depends. I have a very inconsistent schedule so it’s a lottery whether I have time and energy to do a request or not. I think I didn’t state that in my main post, about time to do it.
Nonetheless HCs are quick and fun to make so I’ll be more than happy to do this one.
Shinobu
She’s more than interested in your phone. She’s naturally a very analytical person so when she has the opportunity to see something new she’ll never miss it.
Shinobu is the most interested in all of your health apps. When you tell her that you had a watch that was connected to your phone and sent data about your steps taken, heart rate, kilometres run etc., she’s mesmerised.
No wonder that people in your times live longer when you have all this help.
Yet, she’s kinda concerned. When she sees the sheer amount of apps on your phone and when you tell her about how many people in your time have such devices she gets an uneasy feeling. Would you manage without it? Well, you’re doing it right now, with the phone nothing more than a sad reminder of all that you’ve lost but still… she stares at the small device with an unpuzzled look and at the end of the day you don’t know whether she liked it or not.
One thing for sure with Shinobu here. Even if she can’t decide whether she likes such invigilation, when you tell her about modern medicine, life saving technology, specialised people, unimaginable things that one can do to save another life…
Shinobu turns to the partly opened door, facing the darkness outside. She has a small, knowing smile. All of your stories assured her that what she fights for is worth it.
Tengen
Duh, that man is down for music. Even if the speakers in your phone are not the best, he's so interested in what you have saved in Spotify.
How can it be that so many songs are stuck in that small device, how did they do it? Those new sounds and melodies.
He starts to overenthusiastically ask you about your favourite music style, how it was invented, what artists do it, why do you like it, what’s it characterised by. Like with a small child, the questions never end.
Luckily, you remembered that when this world sucked you in you had your earphones in your pocket. Only when you bring them to Tengen can he really experience what modern music is like.
He’s interested in something fast and electronic first coming (with your help) to the conclusion that the bass is juicy. Nonetheless, he enjoys pretty much anything that you suggest.
Unfortunately the amount of your downloaded songs is limited so that’s all you can show him but at least you can tell him about the instruments that people came up with.
Tengen doesn’t have any deeper thoughts about your phone apart from what you showed him. When you showed him various apps at the beginning he spotted that you quickly closed one of them and kinda hid some things before him.
The man figured out that this device is somehow a part of your privacy and that’s not something to pry on.
Mitsuri
She was quick to spot the same thing as Tengen but unlike him she started to ask questions. It was hard to resist her big puppy eyes. It also felt safe and fun to talk to her about your exes and crushes.
You quickly became a giggling mess when you shower her photos and texts, narrating about your previous life.
She was very interested in how people dated in your world so you filled her up on everything.
Mitsuri was fascinated by the amount of freedom and lack of boundaries that you could have. She actually wished the same for herself as it was suffocating to live in such a strict community.
Watch her fall down from her seat when she hears about Tinder.
You can’t really show her but you can tell her how it looks and Mitsuri asks you a couple of times whether you’re not making fun of her.
It’s like matchmaking but you’re free to do whatever you want. Amazing.
You two smile and giggle at the dumb little things and snicker quietly about how Obanai’s profile would look like.
Rengoku
Subway surfers.
Pou.
Some other old games that you never uninstalled and thank gods.
This man is clicking and poking and talking to that Pou hard. He’s quick to use your phone as soon as you let him.
It amazes him how the screen reacts to his fingers. You did tell him how it works but deep down in his head he kinda thinks it’s magic.
You can actually play turns with him, try to see who will win in the various small games.
Unfortunately, Rengoku being a slayer has damn good reaction time and soon you’re overpowered by his fast fingers.
He actually beat you in your own game.
Gyomei
He’s blind.
He’s a monk.
Wasn’t interested.
Giyuu
While everyone took their turns to play with your phone he just watched from the back, glanced from behind shoulders, listened to conversations.
He doesn’t feel right with asking you about anything and he doesn’t want to disturb you.
It’s only when you specifically ask him whether he would like to try he tells you the truth.
Giyuu doesn’t need much to entertain him and the same goes with playing with your phone. He’s swiping through the main pages, locking and unlocking.
Did he accidentally take a photo of himself?
Yes and now he sees it on the screen, his face from below. Giyuu doesn’t know how to delete it and he’s starting to feel overwhelmed.
You do have photos of them, you just took them some time ago but this one… this one doesn’t look good.
Giyuu never sees himself from that angle and he feels like crying inside when that photo is still pasted on the screen.
You didn’t recognise that something is wrong yet but you sure will when you ask him for the phone back. Then you’ll see it. Oh no.
Giyuu holds the phone close to his chest trying to think about something but he’s helpless. Finally, when you turn to him and he hands you back the phone…
“What?!” You start to laugh when you unlock the screen. Giyuu crumbles in his form slightly and you see he’s tensed. “Okay, come here.”
You scoop closer to him holding the phone under your face. You take a photo of both of you from below and now you’re both stuck in that weird angle on your screen.
“Don’t worry, I did that all the time.” You whisper to the man.
Okay that's all. I left out Muichiro and Obana cuz I don't really feel like writing them, never did. Sorry to all lovers of thse two.
#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#kny#kimetsu mitsuri#rengoku fluff#tengen headcanons#demon slayer shinobu#giyuu tomioka#gyomei himejima#kny headcanons#kny hashira#demon slayer hashira#demon slayer fluff#demon slayer headcanons
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Apology
MK hummed a tune as she sat in her room listening to music on her phone. After all that happened today she could really use a break.
But in reality, she miss him. So much.
Everyone kept saying that it'd be best to move on but she can't. As much as it hurt that he would ever think she'd hurt him like that...
She still loves him.
That's when she noticed an envelope sitting there on her desk. "Huh?" She wondered.
Strange, she didn't recall receiving any mail today, not that she ever had any, it wasn't from Monkey King or Mei.
She goes over and opened the envelope.
Dearest MK,
The things I've done, I can't explain. I know because I know it hurts and causes pain
As she reads the words in the letter, the heat in her face filling her cheeks.
I can't say I didn't know what I was doing.
I don't know what I was thinking or was trying to prove.
The scene changes back at the Bull Fortress, Red Son was sitting patiently in his room staring at his phone staring somberly at another photo of him and MK.
Then his phone suddenly rings he eagerly picks it up, scanning at a message sent by MK.
"We need to talk."
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We had a special love, and I threw it away. And I regret it every single day.
Right now, Red Son and MK were sitting cross-legged on MK's bed, staring at one another in silence. But before anyone could utter a word, Red Son got down on his knees and kowtows.
"I am so sorry, please forgive me Xiaotian," A sob left the prince's throat, tears running down his cheeks. "I know what I was wrong, I should have never accused you of such a thing and I'm sorry. I was so terrified of losing you to some pretty boy, a-and I took my jealousy out on you," He pressed his head harder on the ground.
"I know nothing I'll say will justify the horrible things I've said. But I just had to tell you this, and I promise I'll never bother you again."
I miss you. I miss you so much.
I miss your smile, your laughter, but it all just ended with disaster.
MK sat there in silence, not really sure what to say. After a second of silence, she speaks.
"You know Red, I could forgive the fact that you were spying on me and eavesdropping," He flinched at the tone of her voice. "But what I can't forgive is that you thought I would do something like that to hurt you."
He opened his mouth to speak but she cuts him off again, "And honestly, I don't even know if I can forgive you."
Red Son could feel the world crumbling down beneath him, gimbaling wildly under his feet. He fought to crush the sensation down, to stay in control.
If I could change the past I could, believe me I would. I would take away all the pain, if only I could
So this truly was the end. No more second chances. He'd been foolish to imagine he could patch things up so easily.
"Very well then." Red Son stands up on his feet, recomposed himself. "I'm...truly sorry for everything. I wish you the best of luck and hopefully someone will treat you better than I ever did." He turned to leave, trying to hide the tears threatening to leak.
MK grabs onto his jacket sleeve, stopping him. "Wait, Red. Come back."
He didn't hesitate to comply.
"I don't want anyone else, I want you. Broken hearts heal, and I'm sure we can get through this." MK smiled.
"Y-You will?" He asked anxiously, a glint of hope in his jade green eyes, MK smiled, leaning forward and pulled him into a hug. Her lips brushed against his cheek.
He returns the sweet gesture, sobbing gratefully for the second chance. "I love you, so much!"
So, now, all I can ask is one last try
I'll always love you until the day I die.
The End.
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Continued from here @sunshine-and-ladybugs
“Aside from the fright of seeing you lose consciousness and struggling to reach you before I passed out, that was a relatively mild attack.” Lexi shrugged. “No less terrifying if I think about it too much, but… At least we’re not any worse off from it, as far as I can tell…”
She smiled. “It’s probably the most apt term for me, since I did start out studying botany and its medicinal uses before I joined the Foundation.
“Yes, I am happy. Oh I didn’t mean the basement is a bad place to work! It’s fully furnished, and no different from the rest of the building. But yes. The people at the Foundation are wonderful.”
She paused and read Giorno’s expression and emotions, thinking through her next words.
“Joseph Joestar. His stand can manifest photographs. This photo was taken by his stand when he and his grandson began searching for the cause of his daughter’s sudden illness.
“She had stand fever, even though she was never in danger or in a situation that would awaken a stand. Her stand started strangling her, around her organs and spine and crushing her. She lost consciousness, became feverish and weak, like she had a bad cold, and was unable to fight its effects…”
Lexi paused again. She could tell that meant something to Giorno but she did not press for information.
“Every Joestar had stands awaken in them around the same time. The cause…is very strange, but somehow this body…”
She pointed to the shadowy man’s birthmark. “-When its stand awoke, everyone connected to the body’s bloodline was affected. And He had a stand that could sense the Joestars; even those living all the way in Japan. He hired a team of assassins and sent them out to stop the Joestar party from finding him while he was in Egypt.
“He… Had a way to sense other people with the potential of developing stands, even dormant ones. When I found his manor, he sensed me and came out to question me. He kept crowding me, trying to persuade me to be his friend. I could see the energy from his stand and his emotional aura. I was terrified…” She swallowed thickly. “But every time I tried to run, he was there. Right beside me. I could not get away p. His falcon attacked me, and he used that as an excuse to escort me inside and treat my wound… And that was my last contact with the outside world for months…”
Lexi hugged herself and stayed quiet for a while before tentatively resuming her story.
“Dio kept trying to awaken a stand from me. He poked me with a strange arrow. He had one of his Allies point a gun at me, while he wondered out loud if it was worth the risk of killing me to awaken a stand, or keep me around as I was… I was useless to him. But he was intrigued by my ability to see stand auras and he wished for information about the Speedwagon Foundation, my family, the Joestars… everything… So he let me live as an unwilling guest in his manor.
“Most of the women he saw were not that fortunate… I…” She swallowed thickly and shuddered. “I saw their bodies, drained of blood. Just like the ones in the Canary Islands… He had a pile of coins and riches, and he let the corpses rot on it until his servants removed the bodies…”
“Because I took a call meant for my father, I ended up temporarily agreeing to work for the Speedwagon Foundation. I went to Cairo to search for signs of several missing Foundation agents and other missing persons. Every time they got close to finding Dio’s hideout, the agents disappeared. I knew I did not need to get close to it to find their auras, so I wanted to try to help find them. They warned me not to go to where their agents last reported their locations, but since my family was already trying to help them take care of Mrs. Joestar, I knew why the Joestars were hunting Dio. It was the only thing I did know for certain. I feared a war between stands would break out, with mass casualties. I knew Dio would not care how many people died for him.
“I begged Dio to help me research ways to stop stand fever, hoping for a peaceful solution…But… he was determined to kill all of them, including his minions who deflected to the Joestars’ side. He kept twisting my words, trying to make me question everything about myself and my beliefs. He only asked to be friends, yet… somehow… Accepting seemed too dangerous to risk it.
“He believed…the body he had stolen was fighting him, and keeping him vulnerable. He thought he would be invincible once he drank Joestar blood. It didn’t work. They defeated him, and the body turned to ash… Although all of them were wounded and several of their friends died in the battle. There were casualties throughout Cairo, too… The cause was hidden in the news but these articles cover it.”
She showed some newspaper clippings in the slideshow on her computer as proof. She paused again, unsure if she should continue her story.
Lexi swallowed. “This is where things become very strange…”
Like they weren’t already?
“…You see…that Star birthmark is a mutation passed down by the Joestar family.” She showed some pictures of various shoulders sporting various sizes of purplish Star birthmarks.
“Dio…was not a Joestar… He was a vampire… The same one who killed Joseph Joestar’s great grandfather in that ship explosion I showed you, in 1889…”
She waited a moment as she gradually added on more bad news.
“Dio was the monster in the coffin that Lady Erina had sunk to the bottom of the sea.”
She showed more pictures on the laptop now, of Dio posing in the shadows. One photo was digitally colored to reveal his face and hair color, and cruel smirk.
“Dio is the one who went on a murder spree and collected Stand Users around the world… And Dio… Sired some children… With his decapitated head attached to the body of Jonathan Joestar…”
Lexi stared down at her plate, unable to make herself look at Giorno right now. She could feel his emotions and knew it was an incredibly difficult story to process.
#long post#tw Dio disaster from Star Dust Crusaders spoilers and death mention#sunshine_and_ladybugs#Lexi Calandrina rp#golden resolve#verse: moving forward#poor Giorno got whiplash from this post
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Luke didn't want to go back to Tatooine. Even if it was just for a few hours. The planet was filled with painful memories, with a past that felt both centuries and minutes ago. But, he knew he had to. He had to do this. He wanted to do this.
"Fucking hell! If you think you can intimidate me into free service with you're spooky hood and silence, let me tell you I've faced far wor-" the sound of fabric pulling away from his hair seemed to fill the entire yard. "WORMIE!?"
Luke somehow cringed and laughed, he had missed Peli. Summers spent tinkering away on every rusty, broken ship and speeder that passed through her workshop seemed like a whole different life time.
"Hi, Ms Motto.."
Peli rushed over, bundling him in a bone crushing hug that put a wampa to shame, before pulling away and fixing him with her famous Peli stare.
"You owe me three weeks of work, Wormie! I don't care about all that galactic nonsense, I had to buy more droids since no one I hired was anywhere close to your level."
Luke laughed, only Peli could make a compliment sound like an insult, "I'm sorry Ms Motto."
"Damn right you should be!"
She paused, unusually silent, before pulling Luke in for another hug, this one far gentler than before. "I'm sorry about Beru and Owen" and whispered as one hand came to stroke his hair, "they loved you very much."
Suddenly he was was 19 again, staring at charred corpses and a blackened home, he cried. Cried like he hadn't allowed himself to cry in all these years. He'd been on the go. Non stop. Running from the memories of lowering his parents into shallow graves, as charcoal stuck to his body.
He wasn't sure how long he cried for. The suns were far lower in the sky.
"Tell me you didn't come here alone? I don't think I can let you leave by yourself."
Luke wiped his nose on the edge of his cape, Leia was gonna not going to be happy about that, and smiled.
"I came here with my...partner... fiancé?"
"Wow, you're getting married!?"
"Why do you sound so shocked?! Beru always said I was a catch!"
"Well Beru also rejected my advances, so we can't trust her judgement." Luke laughed so hard he began to choke on the phlegm left over from crying. "See?This is why I'm shocked youre getting married squirt. Sooooo will I be meeting him? Is he coming to ask for permission? Because I'm a tough sell."
"I think you already know him..."
He could see Peli's mind speed through an index of people she knew, she was never going to gue-"
"Mando?"
Wait..What?
"How?!?!?"
Peli waved dismissevly, "broad shoulders, sexy voice, and a cute kid. I've known you since you were the size of a spanner."
"You really are incredible Ms Motto."
"Oh enough of that, I'm not giving you a pay rise no matter gow cute you are."
Luke grinned, she hadn't changed a bit - it was comforting. He took a deep breath, okay Skywalker here we go.
"Ms Motto-"
Luke's serious tone caught Peli off guard, "yes?"
"Do you-" he closed his eyes, "Do you have any photos of Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru?"
His eyes were burning, "I don't have any and-" he could feel his voice catching on his tears, "and- and I want them to be at my wedding."
The admission sent Luke over the edge again as the tears fell in heavy drops on the sand below.
For the third time that day, Peli held Luke close to her, "I do. You sure you want to see them now? Let's get some food in you first?" She gave him a squeeze before pulling back, "And I want to see that tin can and your son before I cry again!"
Luke let out a wet laugh, "I'll comm him."
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Turns out Peli did not really want to see Din, she barely acknowledged him as she swooped in to throw Grogu in to the air.
Luke watched her, she tried to hide it but she was such a softie, especially when it came to children. Strong arms circled round his waist, and the beskar of Din's helmet was a pleasantly cool.
"You doing okay, Cyar'ika?"
"More than. Maybe Tatooine isn't the worst place in the world."
"Mmmm, could be Hoth."
"Hey, I had some good times on Hoth!"
"You don't get frosty armour."
Luke giggled, relaxing into his lovers hold.
"Mando, you better be keeping those hands above the waist or I'll cut them off."
Peli pointed a threatening spanner at him, someone looking threatening despite the baby eating her hair.
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Dinner was great, Luke had missed real Tatooinian food and Peli - the softie -was providing his favourites non stop.
Grogu feel asleep almost instantly after finishing his feast, feast was the only way to describe it as he ate more than the three adults. Din gently lay Grogu in the small nest he made from his and Luke's cloaks, giving him a quick Kedalbe kiss before turning back to Peli and Luke.
"Here's the ones I have" Peli activated her datapad, pulling up the 'Lars' folder, she blushed slightly "look, your family and I were friends this isn't weird, I already had the photos, and yes maybe the folder, well no I made the folder after..but so what, sue me I thought you had all died so of course I made a folder-"
Luke layed a gentle hand on her arm, "I'm glad you did."
The mechanic calmed down, handing Luke the datapad, "I thought you had died too till I heard about the Death Star."
"I'm sorry. I didn't even think tha-"
"Pfsch, it's in the past and you're alive- and getting married to a good man."
Din couldn't help but feel like he was intruding on something private. He knew Peli well of course; but, this was a side she had never willingly shown him. Part of him felt like he should leave the two tatooinians to their grief; but, Luke's grasp on his hand told him he was needed, and wanted.
Luke hesitantly took Peli's datapad. For a while he just stared at the unopened folder. Din held Luke's hand tight, bringing it up to his forehead in a reassuring kiss.
A blue light filled the room as a flickering image came out of the datapad. Luke felt his heart clench as he reached towards the image.
The picture was of him clinging to Owen while Beru laughed. He couldnt have been more than three as Owen was lifting him with ease. It was the first time he'd seen them since their death, he thought he would cry; but instead he felt happy. Their lives together had been good, hard but good.
As Luke cycled through the photos he knew; they were always with him. He had felt their love over the past decade, even without seeing their faces.
"They're going to be at our wedding." He whispered.
"They always were going to be, Cyar'ika, they always are."
#um im not sure where this came from.....im not sure I want to unpack this#im sorry for the angst#being locked in a room is getting to me#angst#and fluff too#angst and fluff#luke skywalker#dinluke#din djarin#peli motto#grogu#owen lars#beru whitesun lars#beru lars#i might pop this on AO3 aswell lol its longer than i expected#death mention#tw grief#cw grief#i think thats everything?#let me know if soemthing else needs tagging
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wait blurb weekend can we get a first time that singer!reader & willy meet with “i just wanted to say you’re really pretty” from the prompt list?? very soft and shy vibes. like i feel like he'd be a little starstruck the first time idekkkkk
blurb weekend, every weekend
contians: willy being starstruck, shy willy
bye this gif gives me butterflies
"dude, just go up to her." morgan pushed his friend in the direction of the world famous superstar, giggling at his hesitation. "i don't see any bodyguards around her, i think you'll be okay."
"yeah just at least go say hi, it'll be much better than staring hole in her back." mitch added before finishing off his drink and setting it down on the table.
william pursed his lips together, twisting his fingers around each other as his mind, along with his heart, was racing a mile a minute. he had his eyes on her the minute he noticed she was there. he was studying her, watching every move she made. he paid close attention as she cocked her head to the side when she laughed, how she drummed her fingers on the table when listening to what her friends had to say.
"come on man, it's not like she's the taylor swift of toronto, like she doesn't have a song coming out with justin in a couple weeks." mitch's comments wasn't helping william, "if you don't talk to her i will."
"okay okay, i'll go, geez." william, in all honesty, didn't care how obvious his crush for y/n was. he had at least three of her songs on every playlist he had, he had one of her vinyl's purchased and set along with the other records. sure, yeah, whatever, he was in love with y/n and he didn't care who knew.
he took a deep sigh to help with confidence, also a shot of tequila, then walked through the crowd of people in the popular bar of toronto towards y/n. he looked around her for any guy that looked like a bodyguard (so that meant anyone bigger than him within ten feet of her) and once again he didn't spot one.
when he was just a few steps from her, she turned around and made eye contact with him. she immediately recognized him and gasped, "william nylander! oh, what's up?" she gave him a smile- the most gorgeous one he's ever seen, and engulfed him in a hug.
she smells great, like coconut and some sort of citrus. the skin on her exposed back was soft too, oh and her hair was softer than the silk sheets he sleeps on. "i was at the game last night, that was a great goal you had."
he nodded his head, his mouth open just a little bit as he tried to gather himself to talk. to even mumble a word, but he was just so dumbfounded. he felt like the little freshman in high school when the senior captain of the cheer squad turns around to talk to him. shy. small. starstruck.
"i just...wanted to say you're really pretty." he is sure that his cheeks are ten shades deeper than before. his hands are extremely clammy, his tongue began to feel dry. why in the world was that the first thing he ever said to her? he's sure that he's embarrassed himself. he knows he embarrassed himself. might as well trip on his way back to the guys he's such a fool.
"oh, thank you! you're too kind," she laid a hand on his shoulder and he felt like he was going to explode. explode into a thousand pieces, die a happy man, melt into the floor, or all three at once. the feeling of being a shy little freshman began to grow now more than ever. "hey can i get a pic with you? not every day i meet one of the hottest stars in town."
"i should be saying the same about you, considering you're the grammy winner." she giggled and grabbed her phone, flattered by william's sweet commentary. she snaps a picture and she stares at it for a few seconds, admiring his features before turning her phone off. "can you send that to me?"
they exchanged numbers and she sent the photo his way. small talk began, once william found the courage and confidence to speak more than ten words to her at once. he found out, that even though she is quite the star, she's easy to talk to. and he fell even more in love.
from that point on the obsession grew. when they said their goodbyes and he went back to his friends, she stayed with hers, he still kept an eye on her from across the bar. he paid little to no attention to what the guys had to say because he was too focused on y/n chatting with the people around her.
y/n: hey! i enjoyed getting to meet you tonight, you seem like a sweet guy
the text lit up his phone once he had the covers pulled around his shoulders and had his lights dimmed. he read it over and over, a smile forming on his lips as he felt like that same giddy little freshman again.
me too, i hope i didn't bore you out too much lol
y/n: oh not at all. i'd like to meet up with you again if you're up for it
i can get you tickets to our next home game, however many you want. we can go out to dinner after
i'd love that :)
alright, i'll send you the tickets in the morning
william laid his phone back on his nightstand. he rolled on his back, staring up at the ceiling as that same boyish smile crawled on his lips. damn, he thought, i'm gonna go out with a grammy winner.
#my asks#j's writing#singer!reader#william nylander#william nylander imagine#william nylander x reader#william nylander blurb#nhl imagine#nhl blurb#hockey imagine#scheduled
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single dad!dabi
a/n: i KNOW dabi’s cannonly(?) can’t cry, but let’s just ignore that fact in this fic :^) also ty for waiting patiently for me to post! <3
genre: angst
pairing: dabi x f!reader
summary: dabi had started a family with you, but when he suddenly becomes a single father, now what?
word count: 2.4k
06.29.21
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The sounds of an infant cry filled the small apartment as the night grew on. The sun had long gone and the moon filled its place in the sky as the city fell into a slumber—it seemed as if the only ones up were Dabi and the small child in his arms.
Her mouth opened wide as her powerful cries rang in Dabi’s ears as he tried cooing the young girl back to sleep. A bounce in his step as he paced around the small bedroom he shared with his three-month-old daughter, Aya.
Dabi tried shushing her gently, attempting to soothe her, but to no avail.
He felt as if he was going crazy. He had tried everything at this point—a warm bottle, a change of fresh diaper, heck, even some snuggles, but nothing seemed to work.
Dabi could feel his eyes sting with upcoming tears as his frustrations grew and grew. Setting Aya down in her crib, her wails grew louder before Dabi turned around and slumped against the crib, defeated.
Reaching over towards his nightstand, Dabi gently picked up the photo of you before bringing it closer towards him, his glossy eyes running across your familiar features before he brought his large hands towards his face.
And cried.
He cried and cried and cried.
“I can’t do this, (Name),” he sobbed into your photo, his wails mixing in with those of his daughter’s. “I don’t know what to do anymore. I can’t help Aya, she needs you,” he stated, pulling back to stare at your photo once more.
“I don’t know how to do this without you. You were supposed to be here with us—we were supposed to do this together,” his cries had died down, allowing him to wipe the photo dry of his tears.
Leaning his head back on the crib, Dabi’s eyes roamed over the small bedroom. It was messy, just as messy as his life was currently without you. Picking up one of your shirts from the floor, Dabi let the fabric rest in his hands before bringing it up to his chest to hold.
It still faintly smelled like you.
His daughter’s cried came back to his ears and Dabi stood back up, tucking the shirt in his young daughter’s arms before watching her cries gently soothe away from your scent.
“Yeah,” Dabi started, bending down to pick his daughter up before bringing her towards the bed with him, “I miss her too.”
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It felt like yesterday when you told Dabi you were pregnant. It came as a shock to him of course—he was just hitting his twenty-fifth birthday and he was about to become a dad?
He was never really the one to think about kids or even having kids himself—but that all changed once you came into the picture.
“I know you’re scared, I’m scared too,” you say, grabbing hold of his hands before giving him the prettiest shy smile, “but if I’m honest, I’m really excited to become a mom. I love you so much, Dabi. I can’t wait to love our baby.”
You were so excited and he couldn’t help but anticipate the day his baby would be born.
Dabi knew you would be a great mother. On the other hand, he was nervous—but if you were going to put in all this effort to love and raise this baby with someone like him, then Dabi knew he had to give it his all too.
He’ll make sure that his child lives a better life than he ever will.
He decided to cut his ties with the league, ending his time as a highly wanted villain. It wasn’t easy getting Shiggy to agree, but with a little bit of convincing and a little explanation about his tragic backstory, Shiggy finally agreed.
If he was going to be a dad, he wanted to do it right.
Everything was going great throughout the pregnancy. Dabi was there for you as much as he could, helping you, providing for you and his baby. Basking in those little moments of realizing that he was going to be a dad.
Reality began to hit when you had gone into labor. It would have been fine if Dabi were a normal citizen, but Dabi was a villain and because of that, he wasn’t able to be with you when you were giving birth in the hospital.
It crushed him more than you could have known—to have his unofficial wife alone during such a difficult, excruciatingly painful and life-changing journey. There were times Dabi wished he could be a normal citizen like you, and this was one of those times.
It wasn’t until you got discharged a few days later when Dabi was able to see you again. It was also the first time Dabi had gotten to see his baby.
You were finally back in the apartment, Dabi helping you up the stairs to the apartment as he eyes the little bundle in your arms. “You can hold her too, you know,” you say with a smile when you caught him staring for the millionth time.
“Her?” Dabi asked voice caught in his throat. “Welcome Aya to the world,” you say, placing her in his arms the moment the two of you sat on the couch together.
His breathing stopped the moment Aya was placed in his arms. She was tiny. Dabi didn’t know that humans came this small. He was scared of accidentally breaking her, and from the way you laughed, he could tell you knew.
Dabi watched you closely as you taught him how to carefully bathe her, change her, feed her, and even burp her. He remembered the times your laughter would fill the air whenever Aya spit up all over him, or even the times her little body was able to create such a smelly masterpiece for him.
He always thought he would hate being a father, yet here he was. Sleeping soundly with his baby girl.
Three months into having his baby girl were some of the best days of his life. Sure they were tough and going off practically no sleep was rough, but he wouldn’t trade this domestic life for anything.
It made him feel like a normal person.
But all good things come to an end.
As Dabi strolled along during one of his scouting missions, his phone rang and vibrated in his pockets before he reached in for it. He really only had the phone, so you could contact him if you were in some deep waters, which he hoped would never happen.
To his surprise, it wasn’t you who called, but Hawks.
“What? You better have a good reason for calling, or I’ll-”
“It’s about (Name),” Hawks cuts off, “you better come quick,” and with that, Hawks ended the call, leaving Dabi’s thoughts unanswered. A small ping resonating in the air as Hawks left him with a single address.
Though Hawks’ call was brief and left a lot for Dabi to figure out himself, he knew it bad news awaited him. He just hoped it wasn’t as terrible as his thoughts led him to.
“What was so urgent?” Dabi asked as soon as he stepped around the corner of an empty alleyway only to find Hawks’ red wings filling his sight. “Where’s (Name)?”
As soon as your name left Dabi’s lips, Dabi could see the way Hawks’ feathers shifted before the winged man himself, turned towards Dabi, finally giving him the view of what he most dreaded.
There you lay—eyes closed and chest unmoving. Dabi’s eyes widened before he ran towards your body, where thankfully, it rested on Hawks’ thick jacket and not on some dirty alleyway like this.
“(Name)? Hey, wake up, I’m here,” Dabi tried, gently shaking your shoulders and brushing your cheek with the back of his hand.
“Dabi,” Hawks started, voice strained, “she’s gone.”
Those words seemed so unreal that if Dabi blocked them out of his head, then it surely wouldn’t be true. Stared at your limp body in front of him, it was all just a bad dream.
“I...I was with her during her last moments. I found her while on patrol, it was a gunshot wound,” he informed, watching Dabi caress your cheek.
“I made sure she left peacefully, I talked about you to her.” Hawks tried, “and she smiled. She told me to tell you to take care of Aya for her.”
As Dabi turned around, his eyes quickly focused on Aya, who was sound asleep in Hawks’ arms. Taking a step forward, Hawks placed Aya in Dabi’s arms before Dabi began quietly sobbing while clutching his daughter.
Hawks had never seen Dabi look so broken and desperate before and it was quite painful to see. Villain or not, Hawks never wanted anybody to go through this.
“I’m sorry for your loss, Dabi.”
Though the two weren’t good buddies in any way, they both had you in common. As much as it hurt to see you go, Dabi asked Hawks to take you away and give you a proper burial as you deserve. And Hawks didn’t bat an eye at his request.
Giving you one last final kiss goodbye, Hawks lifted you in his arms, ready to take flight. “Hey,” Hawks starts, catching Dabi’s attention, “if you ever need anything for Aya, just let me know.”
Dabi couldn’t help the slight curl in the corner of his mouth at Hawks’ words. “I don’t want to owe favors.”
Hawks smiled back at the man in front of him, throwing his visor on, “You don’t have to worry, she’s in good hands,” and with that, his large red wings spread and he took flight into the air with you.
And it was the last time Dabi would ever get to see you.
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It had nearly been a month since you left—Dabi doing his very best trying to raise Aya as a single father. It was hard. No, more than hard. Being a single father to a three-month-old with no mother was the most challenging thing Dabi has ever done.
And he was starting to doubt his abilities as her father. He was running low on money to provide for Aya and himself, and there would be days where she just wanted you instead, which would break his heart.
Dabi felt like a failure; to you and Aya.
As he cradled a drowsy Aya on his chest, Dabi glanced over at the fridge that held up a little note with an address written on it—the location you were resting at.
Hawks had sent that note to him, but Dabi had never mustered up the courage to come out and see you. He didn’t want you to see him like this, struggling to his core. Because if you were here, he knew he wouldn’t be struggling like this.
But for some reason, that note was calling out to him.
Walking into the bedroom, Dabi began searching the closet where Aya’s dresses were hung up. Holding her small body in one of his arms, he went through each little outfit with a slight smile on his face.
You loved shopping for Aya, and all of these cute outfits were the product of that.
Taking a dress off the rack, he held it up before glancing down at Aya, “Do you think your mama will like this on you?” His low voice vibrated through his chest and onto Aya, causing her to open her beautiful blue eyes up at him.
She glanced over at the outfit before making a face, tears filling her eyes and Dabi immediately out the dress back. “Your mama always did say I had bad fashion sense.” he chuckled before searching for a new outfit.
And did he find the perfect one.
Setting Aya down on the bed, he changed her into the outfit before smiling at her once he laid eyes on her fully dressed little chubby body. Boy, did you and him make a cute kid.
“Okay, let’s go. Mama’s waiting.”
Before making his way to you, Dabi bundled himself up well in his wind breaker, mask, sunglasses, and gloves. He took the less populated route, but he couldn’t avoid everybody. Thankfully, Aya was able to distract them from the fact that they were beside a wanted villain.
Dabi followed Hawks’ instructions on the note before finding himself in front of your grave as he entered the cemetery. His heart fell from the reality of the situation—being here in person just made it all the more real that you were gone.
Placing the flowers that he got you down in the little holder, he let out a heavy sigh, “I’m sorry it took so long to come see you, (Name).”
His eyes continuously read over your name engraved into your tombstone as he sat down with a heavy heart, “It’s so hard doing this without you, you know? Aya really needs you.”
Dabi didn’t want to seem like he was complaining to you, never. He had a lot on his chest, and simply, he missed talking to you.
He went on about his days and the new milestones Aya has been hitting, telling you how much you would’ve loved to see her smile. “She looks so much like you, it’s crazy. Even though she’s just three months old, I’m glad she does.”
It was weird to Dabi how much peace this was bringing him. Yes, he knew you were no longer with him, but talking to you like this, being with you like this, made it seem like you never left his side.
With a final sigh, Dabi leaned over and pressed a kiss on your tombstone, bring Aya closer so she could also mirror his actions, “I love you,” he whispered, brushing his fingers across your engraved name, “we’ll be back soon.”
It was quite an experience there, a healing one. Dabi knew his struggles and knew that he needed to reach out for help, and talking to you gave him the courage to do so. He didn’t want to seem weak, but building this strength to ask for help, made him stronger than anyone else.
So, Dabi walked until he reached a familiar place and when he stepped inside and the eyes of his old comrades focused on him, his shoulders softened.
“Thought you’d never come back,” Toga said with a toothy smile as she ran over to hug her old friend, “sorry to hear about (Name).”
“So, this is what’s kept you so busy,” Kurogiri states as he glanced down at the little girl in Dabi’s arms. A hand landed on Dabi’s shoulder and he turned and noticed those bright red wings of the pro hero, “It’s nice to have you back. (Name) would be happy to see you like this.”
Though they may be seen as criminals from the outside view, Dabi knew these would love and support his baby girl with their lives—and that’s all that mattered.
#dabi x reader#dabi x you#touya x reader#todoroki touya#touya todoroki x reader#touya todoroki#todoroki touya x reader#bnha#bnha x reader#boku no hero academia#boku no hero academia scenarios#boku no hero academia x reader#mha#my hero academia x reader#mha x reader
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Starstruck- Louis Partridge x Reader
Hey! I had a request. that's actually an idea that you can use if you like it :) ok so it can be a louispxreader and the reader is a singer. they meet in a Ceremony and they become friends and maybe after a while they fall for each other and confess? you can change it however you want it. thanks <3
Requested: Yes
Word Count: 2943
Warning: Just lots of fluff
Taglist: @girlincrimson
A/n: Sorry for not getting to you sooner. I am going to try to get out imagines and request as best I can this week. I am booked with work all week this week. Also requests are open.
I changed a little bit of it, but most of it is still the same as you requested.
P.s The songs that I will be using are not mine, they belong with the talented writers and their respectful owners.
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Your POV
I was in my dressing room waiting to be called to go on stage when I got a notification from instagram. I saw that the actor Louis Partridge followed me. I decided to do some stalking and found some really interesting photos and pictures of him. While I was looking at this one photo of him getting his makeup done I accidentally liked the photo. I then immediately started panicking, because I didn't mean to like it. Before I could do anything about it, I was called to go on stage.
I grabbed my guitar and slowly made my way up to the front of the stage. I could feel the excited energy rising off the fans that came to the show tonight. I felt a smirk form on my face when the lights came on. I heard all the fans start screaming, which made me let out a little giggle into the microphone.
“ How is everyone doing tonight!” I shouted into the mic
I laughed at how everyone was screaming again. I decided to start off with my most popular song right now. I started playing the chords to my song ‘ Good 4 you’
“ Ah. Well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily. You found a new girl and it only took a couple weeks. Remember when you said that you wanted to give me the world? (Ah-ah-ah-ah)”
I then made the crowd sing along with me.
“ Well, good for you. You look happy and healthy. Not me. If you ever cared to ask.”
I let the crowd scream the lyrics while I continued to play the guitar. I then grabbed the microphone and screamed..
“ Well, good for you, I guess you’re gettin’ everything you want. (Ah) You brought a new car and your career’s really takin’ off (Ah) It’s like we never even happened.”
While singing, I walked up the front and held the microphone close to them and let them scream the lyrics.
I then jumped in with them.
“ Person who ever got you? Well, screw that and screw you. You will never have to hurt the way you know that I do.”
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Louis POV
I was on the set of Enola Holmes when my phone buzzed indicating that I got a notification. I pulled it out to find the most famous singer I was in love with and liked one of my photos. I was just staring at my screen when my phone got snached out of my hand.
“ Ooh, what’s got you blushing like that? It looks like you turned into a very red tomato.” I heard Millie speak
I watched her face change from teasing to super shocked. I still felt shocked.
“ What! How?” She spits out
I shrugged my shoulders in response. Millie then gave me a playful glare. “ What do you mean you don’t know?”
I gave Millie a look of confusion. “ Millie, I just don’t know how she found my account. I mean I follow her but I don’t think she would ever follow me.”
She just nodded her head and handed my phone back. I then slid it into my pocket before we had to go back to our scene together.
Your POV
I was getting closer to the end of my new song so I went back to my microphone stand and put the mic back in its place before lowering my voice.
“ Maybe I’m too emotional, But your apathy’s like a wound in salt. Maybe I’m too emotional, or maybe you never cared at all. Maybe I’m too emotional, Your apathy is like a wound in salt.” I started leaning into my microphone and started getting my voice ready to shout soon. “ Maybe I’m too emotional, or maybe you never cared at all.” I then let the crowd sing the chorus until I shouted into the mic “ LIKE A DAMN SOCIOPATH!” I heard the crowd scream loud when I did that so I let out a giggle before continuing my song.
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I was now sitting down on my stool that one of my band mates brought over for me. I was strumming my acoustic guitar on my lap to my next song while talking to my fans.
“ How is everyone doing tonight?”
I got back a bunch of screams and I even heard some responses back which made me smile. “ Alright guys the show is wrapping up soon-” Before I could continue I heard the crowd “ Aww” in response. “ You guys are funny, but I have had such an amazing time hanging out and singing for you guys. I just want to let you know I have about two more songs for you guys. So the first song I want to play for you guys is ‘ Happier’ and then the last and final song of the night is going to be' ‘Good Boy’’.”
I gave the crowd a smile before going back to playing the chords to my song ‘ Happier’
I got closer to the mic and sang the first words…
“ We broke up a month ago.Your friends are mine, you know I know. You’ve moved on, found someone new. One more girl who brings out the better in you. And I thought my heart was detached. From all the sunlight of our past. But she’s so sweet, she’s so pretty, Does she mean you forgot about me?”
I then stop singing for a little while with a small frown on my face before looking up to find the crowd with their phone lights out. I gave a small smile before going back to a frown. I then sang..
“ Oh, I hope you’re happy, But not like how you were with me. I’m selfish, I know, I can’t let you go. So find someone great, but don’t be happier.”
I then pointed for the crowd to take over the singing for a little bit while I played the chords.
Louis POV
Millie and I just finished our last scene of the movie so we had to change out of our outfits and head to the place where we were meeting the rest of the cast and crew members for a one last dinner event.
I was the last to arrive as per usual, so we all laughed it off before having a great time with each other before heading off in different directions.
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Once I was back to my house I fell into my bed and layed there for quite some time. I got interrupted with a text message, so I grabbed my phone and said Millie sent me a link to something. Without thinking I clicked on it and saw that it was a video of Y/n singing one of her popular songs. I smiled while watching it due to my huge crush on her, if I ever met her in real life I probably would pass out in front of her.
Your POV
After I sang my last line of my last song I yelled into the mic…
“ I LOVE YOU LONDON! SEE YOU REAL SOON AGAIN!”
I then ran off stage and headed to my dressing room to pack my things to then get on my toru bus that will take me to my hotel that I was staying at. While I was sitting on the bus I decided to post a couple of my pictures I took and put them on my instagram page. After I did that I then decided to stalk that actor I saw on my feed.
‘Time Jump’
It was one of the most important days of my life because I was nominated for an award at the Grammys. So I was with my make up team and someone was helping me with my outfit also. It was a simple but fashionable dress with some simple black high heel shoes.
Third Person POV
Louis was heading to the Grammy’s because of his new movie getting picked for one of the categories, but Y/n also got a nomination for Top artist, and album of the year. The both of them were so close to seeing each other in real life and they didn’t expect each other to be so starstruck.
Louis’s POV
I was walking around the red carpet with Millie when she got asked to do an interview so I stood back and waited for her to be done. While I was waiting I heard a familiar laugh being heard only a couple of feet ahead of me. I then snapped my head into the direction to find the one and only Y/n Y/l/n laughing with the person interviewing her. It took me a little while to process everything that was going around me because I could only see her in the room. I felt my heart start beating faster and felt my hands start shaking a little bit.
Millie’s POV
I was finally done with my interview when I saw Louis staring at something so I followed his eyes and saw him staring at Y/n. I felt a smirk form on my lips and pulled him over to her with all the strength I had in me. I heard him telling me to stop but I didn’t listen since I waited to meet her too.
Your POV
I was talking to someone when I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder which made me turn my head. I saw a teenage girl and a teenage boy behind me, so I smiled before giving them my attention.
“ Hi, I’m Millie Bobby Brown and this is my friend Louis Partridge.” she said
“ Hi, Are you guys fans? Also, are you guys by any chance actors in this movie called Enola Holmes?” I questioned
Millie looked at me shocked and nodded her head. I gave her a smile before holding my arms out to give her a hug. I felt her wrap her arms around me. “ I am such a big fan of your music and I could say the same for him back there too.”
I let out a giggle before releasing her and looked behind her to find Louis just staring. I walked over to him and gently put my hand on his shoulder which made him jump. I raised an eyebrow “ Are you good?” He then just gave me a nod. I turned my head due to hearing Millie speak.
“ He was just in shock. He's in love with you.”
Louis’s POV
I felt my face getting hotter by the minute and glared at Millie. She gave me an innocent look and smirked before walking off and leaving me with Y/n. I saw her turn around and smile at me.
“ So in love with me.” She teased
I gave out a chuckle before scratching the back of my neck and looking back at her. I was about to answer her but someone told us to head to the seats to hear the winners. I watched her walk away and smiled before heading to my seat next to Millie.
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Once the awards were over I decided to search for Y/n before leaving to head back to my hotel room. I saw her getting hugs from people so I stood back.
Your POV
I smiled at everyone and turned due to feeling eyes on me. I saw Louis and smiled at him. I walked over to him and gave him a hug and whispered. “ Congrats on your award.” I felt his breath on the side of my neck and heard him doing the same to me. I then pulled back due to hearing my name and slipped a piece of paper to him before kissing the side of his cheek.
Third Person POV
Louis stood there with a shocked expression again. He then looked down at the piece of paper to find her number and a message that said ‘ call me’. He then felt himself smile before heading back to his hotel to rest up.
‘Time Jump’
Y/n was chilling in her apartment writing a song when she heard her phone ring. She picked it up to find an unknown number, but just answered it hoping it would be Louis.
“ Hello?” she said with caution
“ Hi” she heard him say
Which made her let out a little giggle. “ I thought you would never call me.” she responded with. Louis chuckled on the other end. “ Yea, sorry about that. I was a little scared to call you.” Before he could say anything else he heard giggles coming from the other end of the line.
“ Why Louis?” Louis thought hard about what his next response was going to be because he didn’t want to straight up say because we were meant to be together or I was just scared of rejection. Louis finally decided to just ask..
“ Y/n.” he took a pause “ I was wondering if you would like to go out to dinner with me?”
Your POV
I let out a gasp when I heard those words and started nodding but forgetting he couldn't see me so I said..
“ Ofcourse, I will go out with you, Louis.”
Then we just chatted about our days for the rest of the day.
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The day my date with Louis came so quickly then I could have blinked and I was not prepared. I ran all over my house looking for things to finish off my outfit before it was time to go.
I heard a knock on my door indicating that he was here so I slipped on my heels and carefully made my way to the door. Once I opened it I was met with those hazel eyes that I fell in love with.
“ Wow, you look stunning.” he said
I felt myself start blushing. I then took in his look and stated that… “ Well you look really handsome.”
He then held his hand out for me to take. “ My lady,” he said in his accent, which made me let out a small giggle.
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We were coming up to the end of the date already. He took me to this beautiful restaurant where we are now sharing a piece of cake. I saw him staring at me so I questioned him.
“ What?”
He let out a soft chuckle. “ Nothing, you're just really beautiful looking under this light.”
I felt myself start to blush which made me look down. Before I knew it I felt two fingers lift it back up. “ Don’t look down, you're gorgeous when you get all flustered.” That only made me blush harder. “ Stop.” I said giggling which made him chuckle.
Before I knew it we were back in his car driving back to my place. I was looking out the window when I felt him put his hand on my leg, which sent chills all over my body. I then put my hand on top of his and intertwined our fingers together. I smiled at the thought of us going on more dates.
Louis’s POV
I pulled into her driveway and parked my car. I turned to face her when I saw her already looking at me. I then released her hand and got out of the car to go to her side and open it for her. I walked her to her door where we both stood there for a little while. I then took a risk and leaned forward. I could feel her breath on me, I then closed the gap between us. I could feel her smile into the kiss before I felt her wrap her arms around the back of my neck. I wrapped my arms around her waist to pull her in to me more. She pulled away but kept her forehead against mine.
“ I really like you Louis.” She whispered against my lips
I smiled and said, “ I really like you too Y/n.”
I then leaned in again to give her another goodnight kiss before heading off. I walked over to my car and got in, I then waved at her with a smile on my face and pulled out of the driveway.
Third Person POV
Y/n watched Louis drive off into the distance. She felt a smile creep on her face before heading inside to dream about her date with him. Louis felt the same as her. He felt all giddy inside and he could help but smile at the thought of her. He was already planning the next date for them to go on together.
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Man this is long, but it was worth it because I got major butterflies from writing this for you. I hope you enjoy and if you would like more Louis then comment and I definitely write more of him.
-Samantha
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Paparazzi.
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x F!Reader
Genre: Fluff, Angst
Warnings: TOO META, m*sturbation, mentions of s*x
Requested: nope
Summary: I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until you love me... Y/N Y/L/N writes Marvel fanfictions. One day, Sebastian stumbles upon her account and, unable to help himself, reads all the stuff she has written about him. He didn't mean to fall so hard for her but he does. How can he not? She has shown him parts of himself that he never even knew existed.
Author's Note: Hiya peeps! Okay so a few weeks ago I read a similar (but dark) fanfic and I really wanted to write a softer version of it... Enjoy!
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Same old, boring routine.
Y/N hit post and slumped against the headrest of her bed, sighing. She waited; a minute, then two passed and she noticed that someone had liked her post. She smiled to herself as she kept her phone away. Though boring, she wouldn't trade her life for the world. Y/N… well, she was a university student first and foremost but she was also a writer.
Being a big fan of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, she had started writing fanfictions a few years ago. She posted them on Tumblr, where her blog, though not very well-known, stood out enough for her posts to get around 800-1000 likes per post. She loved it; she loved writing, she loved posting her stories and especially, she loved the feedback.
Sometimes people were rude, but most times, the reviews she got were fantastic. She read each and every one of them, smiling goofily as people freaked out over her fanfictions. It warmed her heart. A smile automatically blooming on her face, Y/N lay down on the bed and decided to go to sleep, it being almost 3 am.
Unbeknownst to her, someone else was up at the same time, tossing and turning in his bed, restless.
Sebastian sighed as he sat up, running a hand through his hair. He drank some water and lay down again, closing his eyes but it was like sleep was mad at him. Refused to be anywhere near him. He groaned to himself and picked up his phone from the nightstand, deciding to go through Instagram, hoping he'd finally fall asleep to the glare of the screen.
As he logged into his account, he skipped the activity page and went straight to the explore page. Bored, he continued scrolling until his eyes landed on a specific photo. And the breath escaped his lungs when he clicked on it; the woman in the picture was absolutely gorgeous. He just couldn't resist going to her page, smiling widely when he read her bio.
It gave him her basic information; her name, her age, the university she attended. But what caught his eye was the link below the bio. My Marvel Fanfictions Master List. Marvel fanfictions? She was a writer? Smirking, he clicked on the link and it took him to Tumblr. Of course, he'd heard of the site, but didn't have an account on there. At 3 am, his mind sure wasn't working right.
A post popped up on the screen, the same master list she had mentioned earlier. And his eyes bulged out of their sockets; damn, those are a lot of fanfictions. He went through the whole thing, smirking again when he noticed that she had written the most fanfictions about him. Not Bucky Barnes, no, Sebastian Stan.
He clicked on the first one. The date of posting was way back, in 2019. He started reading; nothing about it felt weird to him; he was intrigued, if anything. And as he continued reading, he couldn't help but imagine her being in the stead of the female protagonist. Her, the writer. The woman whose picture had made him end up reading in the first place.
When he finished the story, his heart thudded wildly in his chest. Wow, she really has a way with words. And he had also noticed how in the author's note, she used a lot of slang but reading the story had made him realize that she had an amazing, extensive vocabulary. He went back to the master list and clicked on the latest post under his name.
Posted: 15 minutes ago.
His breath hitched in his throat when he read the warnings: there was going to be sexual intercourse in this one. For one moment, he hesitated; did he really want to read this? "Oh fuck it," he huffed and scrolled, starting to read. The more he read, the more his shaft twitched in his pants. He wasn't really like that during… but oh damn, he wasn't complaining.
"Oh, Seb…"
His hand slid down and he rubbed himself through his boxers, unable to take his eyes off the text in front of him. His strokes got harder and faster as the sex got steamier. "Ungh, I'm gonna cum—" And he suddenly came in his boxers, groaning. Slumping down on the bed, he quickly finished reading the rest of it, going back to the master list.
He took a screenshot with the account's name in it and then went back to her Instagram account to take another screenshot. Keeping his phone away, he slipped out of his boxers, cleaned himself and pulled the covers on top of him, finally feeling tired enough to fall asleep.
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Y/N was walking across the campus of her university, going to the cafeteria when her phone buzzed in her pocket. Taking it out, she opened Tumblr to read the message someone had sent her just then.
his-username: Hi there! I was binging your account last night, you write really well
your-username: Omg thank you!!!! I really appreciate it, I love getting feedback! 🥺❤
his-username: You're welcome! Especially your latest post, that was really good ;)
your-username: hehe 😈 glad you liked it!
Smiling widely, she kept her phone away and continued walking, not knowing that the person who had texted her was the same man she had written about. Sebastian smiled to himself when he read her text. After getting up in the morning, the first thing he had done was install Tumblr on his phone. Then he made an account for himself.
Figuring out the app was easy; he found out that there was an option to keep your liked posts and the accounts you followed hidden, and selected it immediately. No one needed to know what he did on the app. Then he went back to her account, pressed the follow button and started binge-reading her fanfictions again. Last night had he read only two, and that had left him wanting more.
Funny how much things can change in a night. He liked and reblogged all her posts without a second thought; he even read all her Bucky Barnes posts. She understood his character so well, put him on what he thought was an undeserved pedestal while writing about him. Some of the stories were AUs, which he found out stood for Alternate Universes. Mostly mobster or mafia stuff.
He had the day off, and he spent the entire time cooped up in his apartment, on his bed, reading. The more he read, the more he started fawning over her, over the version of him that she put out to the world. Dominating, suave and just perfect. He loved it. At the end of the day, he decided to text her again, hoping she wouldn't think he was weird or find out the truth.
his-username: do you wanna be friends, maybe? I'm new to the app, don't really have any friends here ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
That was a lie, he knew Mark Ruffalo had an active Tumblr account. But it's not like he could tell him.
your-username: Yes sure!!!! I was also thinking of making some friends on this app lol
his-username: You don't have any on here? But you've been here for years, haven't you?
your-username: haha yeah, but I don't really reach out to people much. Sometimes people leave their feedbacks on my posts, text me but that's that
his-username: Ohhh
his-username: well, let's start with names. Mine's Sebastian
your-username: Really?????? omg that's so cool lmaooooooo (didn't think you were a boy but 😳👀)
his-username: Not a boy, I'm a man 😤😂
your-username: 🤣 im y/n, btw
his-username: Y/N, that's a nice name
your-username: thank you!!!! So, what do you do?
his-username: nothing really that interesting, I'm in theatre
your-username: theatre is nice! I'm studying at [university] in New York lmao
his-username: Wait you're in New York? So am I!
your-username: ASDFHKSHKGF that's awesome!!! also I noticed that you've been going through my account the whole day 😏 notifications upon notifications keeping my phone busy
his-username: Oopsie?
your-username: 😂😂 I really don't mind, it was great! Despite the amount of likes on my posts, I only have a few loyal followers lmao gaining one more felt nice
your-username: You a big fan of Sebastian Stan? Cuz I noticed that you were only reading his and Bucky's fics 👀
Sebastian's face heated up.
his-username: kinda yeah 🤷🏻♂️😁
your-username: Cool cool cool, I'm a big fan of his too!!!! also got a crush on him but whatever 😳
Sebastian smirked at his phone. A crush on him, huh? That… was acceptable. He suddenly felt his cocky side coming out; the one she described in nearly all her fanfictions.
his-username: wouldn't blame ya, I mean, look at him. You have also written the most fics about him and Bucky
your-username: right????? damn that man has raised my standards. Anyway, I gtg now, I have to finish a paper before midnight. ttyl!
his-username: Bye! 👋🏻
He kept his phone away and took in a deep breath. This was the most fun he had had in years, and he was not letting her go so easy. He realized he was quickly falling for her; rather unhealthy, but he couldn't help it. Look at her. She looks like a goddamn angel, writes like one, makes him feel like one, do you really expect him not to fall for her? That's insane.
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Months passed by like a breeze. Y/N and Sebastian had become very good friends, and he knew his way around words just enough to keep her from finding out his identity while not lying to her. Y/N also appreciated his friendship, because he was the one to whom she could rant about her most favorite man in the world— Sebastian Stan.
Sometimes, she thought about how weird of a coincidence it was that her new friend and the actor shared the same names, but then she used to brush it off; that was a common name, right? They talked for hours on end; Sebastian (her friend, not the actor) was extremely witty, smart and fun to talk to, she had to admit. Sebastian felt the same way.
His feelings had worsened. Y/N entirely owned his heart now. Somedays, he'd just go on Instagram, go to her account— her username memorized by him— and stare at her photos until he grew tired; he'd never get tired of looking at her beautiful face but his stiff body afterwards begged to differ. She was just so Elysian. He longed for the moment when he could meet her in real life.
His personality had also changed majorly, and people had caught on. Especially his Marvel co-stars, who knew him to be introverted, shy and, in Anthony Mackie's words, "boring". They were surprised at his sudden change in attitude; he knew his worth and Y/N had helped tremendously in finding it. Now, all those adjectives that she used in her fanfictions fit him perfectly.
Sebastian was never tempted to read fanfictions about himself from authors other than Y/N. No, he only loved her work. He was sure no one else could write as beautifully as she did, he was her #1 fan. Y/N even sent him funny Marvel memes she found on the app and he used to enjoy them heartily; God, the others have no idea what they're missing out on. Our fans are awesome.
Everything was going well.
Until one day.
Sebastian was getting bored at home, so he decided to go to the nearby library to clear his mind. He had read not one book in the past few months, hung up on Y/N's fanfictions. At this point, he was obsessed with her and he knew it. It was nothing dark, per se, it was— it was similar to how Y/N was attracted to Sebastian. How she was a fan of his work.
Just the same. He was a fan of her work in the same way. Just how she was attracted to him, he was attracted to her. Walking into the library that he visited often, he gave the librarian a smile and ventured further into the dark place. He checked his watch; the library closed at 12 am, it was currently 9:30 pm.
Not many people were around, heck, nobody was around. He thought himself to be all alone until he heard it. A sigh, coming from a few aisles away. He walked in that direction and peeked around the corner, freezing when he saw the other person. Y/N? Her books were strewn all across the table as she sat alone at the booth, rubbing her temples.
"You okay?"
She looked up and her breath caught in her throat. I'm dreaming. This is not real. Now I know for a fact that Sebastian Stan is not standing in front of me, asking me if I'm— "Hello?" He snapped his fingers in front of her face, pulling her out of her thoughts. "I, uh— I'm— h-hi," she stammered and he almost chuckled. "Hi." She gulped visibly and blinked at the table, not meeting his eyes.
"Can I have a seat?" He wants to sit with me?! "Y-Yes, sure, sir," she blurted out and he easily slid into the booth next to her. "Hey, please, call me Sebastian. What's your name?" He gave her a friendly smile, even though all he wanted to do was push her back into the booth and kiss her wildly. His shaft twitched just by thinking about it; Y/N was a thousand times more beautiful in person.
"I'm Y/N, it's very nice to meet you, I'm… I'm a fan," she admitted, playing with the ring she wore on her left thumb. I'm your fan too, sweetheart, the biggest one. "Y/N, nice name. You come here often? I haven't really seen you around." She shook her head. "Oh no no, I moved to this part of the city just a week ago, this is my first time here. The library is cozy," she shrugged, easing out of her tense position.
Sebastian nodded. "Yes, I know, this place is awesome. Got all my favorite books here," he chuckled and she smiled at him. "What's all this?" A groan left her lips. "Ugh, stupid university work. I have to write a book report but I don't even know what to write about." He smiled gently. "Well, I have a few favorite books, would you like some suggestions?"
"Oh, please! Tell me!"
He started listing some of his favorite works and Y/N noted the names down until he said the last name. At that, she froze. That's the name of my latest— She looked up but he had a smile on his face. "Oh, and the last one is by my favorite author." He took a pause. "Y/N Y/L/N." She froze completely, staring at the man with her jaw dropped.
Sebastian grinned. "We finally meet, Y/N, I've been waiting for months." Her mouth opened and closed several times as she recalled every interaction she had had with her online best friend— scratch that— her celebrity crush. All the times she had confessed her love for Sebastian Stan, all the dirty and inappropriate memes that she'd sent him…
Embarrassment flooded her entire body as she exhaled shakily. "It was you," she croaked out, "On Tumblr, the account— I'm so sorry—" Sebastian frowned in confusion when she blinked back sudden tears, a few still rolling down her cheeks as shame replaced embarrassment. "Y/N, please don't cry…" She looked up at him, his figure blurry due to her tears.
"You've read everything, haven't you? I just— I'm sorry, I don't want to make you uncomfortable—" He pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly. Y/N couldn't hug back, though she appreciated the hug especially since it came from him. "You don't know how much you mean to me, doll," he mumbled into her shoulder, using the nickname she often used in the stories she wrote about him. He grew accustomed to it easily.
"Huh?"
He pulled away to wipe her tears. "It was an accident," he admitted, "But I stumbled onto your Instagram account from my explore page. Then I clicked on your account, saw that you wrote Marvel fanfictions and I just couldn't resist the urge to read what you had written. Blame it on 3 am me, to be honest. You're a great writer, and I was immediately drawn to your works. They're awesome.
"They've helped me so much in the past few months. You see this changed attitude that everyone's been talking about lately? All because of you, sweetheart. I'm sorry for keeping my identity secret, but after reading your works, I knew I had to get closer to you. I made the Tumblr account just for you, just so I could talk to you. I'm sorry for lying, but thank you."
Y/N dumbfoundedly stared at him for a few moments, her heart beat getting steady with each thump. Here was a man she admired, loved more than anyone else in the world, telling her that he harbored the same feelings for her. How crazy was that?! Not trusting her words, she simply pulled him into another hug. Sebastian wrapped his arms tight around her, pulling her flush against him.
"Can I kiss you, doll?"
She slowly pulled away from him and nodded, shyly biting her lip. Grinning at the endearing gesture, Sebastian cupped her face and leaned in, gently pressing his lips to hers. The kiss grew hungry in a matter of seconds, and Y/N responded just as eagerly. His hands slid down to her waist and tugged on it, pulling her on his lap. She straddled his thighs as they continued kissing.
"Fuck," he groaned when they finally pulled away from each other, out of breath and panting. "You see what you do to me, doll?" Sebastian spoke huskily as he took her hand, placing it right on top of the tent that was forming in his pants. "Oh," Y/N whimpered when she felt him, the sound going straight to his shaft. "How about I take you home and we recreate some of the scenes from your stories, hm?"
"O-Okay."
"Good girl."
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A/N: What a meta experience 🤡 Leave a like if you enjoyed, thanks for reading!
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Pov please 👀👀👀?
POV — something that’s already happened, retold from another character’s perspective
From the skating AU of Persuasion:
"You're in a good mood," Anne observed, as they waited in the hotel lobby for their shuttle to the airport. "You haven't stopped smiling since gala rehearsals."
"To be fair, Jamie smiles a lot," said Lizzy.
Jamie bit the insides of his lips. It was so hard not spoiling the surprise, given the months and months of text messages that could all be boiled down to:
Anne: Frederick just said I was pretty/ looked cute in my school uniform/ carried my skate bag/ declared absolute fealty to me and swore he would ride into battle wearing my colors, do u think he might like me back??
Jamie: I have no idea.
Anne: Now he's done something else ridiculously dreamy!!! I have SUCH A CRUSH
"He's just a smiley guy," said Lizzy. She elbowed Jamie in the side and looked pointedly at where Frederick, his toque pulled down low over his forehead, was standing behind Anne, texting something to his parents.
"Just... great to see you in person again," said Jamie. "You have to promise me you'll text me as soon as you're back in Montreal. I mean not immediately--" even someone as direct and as determined as Frederick Wentworth would probably have to wait a day or two to get everything together, or at least have to wait until it was snowing-- which reminded him! "And send me a pic next time it's snowing! I can't believe it snows more where you live than where we live."
Anne did him one better, and sent a selfie of Frederick kissing her cheek. Behind them was-- "Lizzy, help, how do I zoom in on this again?"
"How do you not know how to zoom in on a photo nii-san?" Lizzy complained. "You're worse than mom, I swear." But she got up and helped him zoom in enough to realize that Anne and Frederick were at a rink, and it was snowing, before she made a face at him. "I hope you're not going over all, like... prophetic on me. I legit do not want to get married."
"Not now, you mean." Jamie leaned his elbow on his desk and his chin on his hand, feeling so pleased and so happy for Anne-- and maybe, just the littlest, tiniest bit sad for himself. As complicated as it might be to start dating your pairs partner, at least that was really common. Everyone in pairs or ice dancing (except for sibling teams like him and Lizzy) tended so sell some romantic story on ice, and that fiction seemed to lead to the real thing so often. Jamie never wanted any other partner than Lizzy, who voiced all his disagreements for him, and understood exactly how to explain she wanted something done differently without setting him off in a spiral of worry about how terrible he was, and covered for him so much when he was too anxious to speak or learn anything. As much as he liked the girly romantic animes he and Lizzy pretended they watched because Lizzy liked them (she didn't; she endured them), and as much as he enjoyed watching all the other ice dancers cut romantically across the ice, he would shrivel up and die, right there on the ice, with everyone watching him, if he had to skate a romantic program with anyone. Even if (especially if?) he was skating with a cute guy.
Lizzy bumped his shoulder with her own. "Hey nii-san. You'll be swept off your feet too someday."
"Oh no, I wasn't--" He clicked out of the photo, mortified to think Lizzy thought he was jealous of his best friend, the nicest person in the world.
"I know you weren't," said Lizzy. "I have also been visited by the gift of prophesy." She dramatically put her hand to her forehead. "I see... a man in your future. Not tall and dark, but very handsome and super friendly, who won't make you talk at parties and will buy you roses every day as well as three dogs--"
"Three!"
Lizzy nodded solemnly. "Your three favorites. A ChowChow, a golden retriever, and a Newfoundland."
"No one is going to buy me three dogs," said Jamie, both delighted and embarrassed by this vision of his future.
"Of course not," said Lizzy. "Your Prince Charming will want to adopt because he'll be as nice as you."
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not allowed, m | jjk
pairing(s): jungkook x reader; established relationship yoongi x reader
summary: The love of your life, BTS’s very own Min Yoongi, tells you he has a gift for you. But he also says you’re not allowed to refuse. What’s that supposed to mean, hm? Surely not... wild hot sex with the Golden Maknae himself?
warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship with Yoongi (takes place after his surgery); smut (fem reader, m-receiving oral, dirty talk, penetrative sex, doggy, spanking); idol!BTS; it’s self-indulgent and I’m a little ashamed but it’s too late now, whoops
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Just... just looking through the Twitter tag couldn't hurt, right?
You scrolled through the pictures slowly. They performed really well these past two days. Received all the awards they deserved, because BTS were the best. Still, it depressed you seeing the empty space where Min Yoongi was supposed to be.
But that was because Yoongi was beside you, propped up in the bed with pillows, scrolling on his phone with his right hand. Occasionally, he would lower it to use both hands, since his left arm was still in the sling. You two had watched the MMA and MAMA 2020 performances together. You knew he wanted to be there. You could hear it in his voice when he called in.
Oh, that’s right, were you supposed to be in his apartment?
No.
But you didn't care about rules and neither did Yoongi.
Were you dating? Well, as much as dating could be when it came to a relationship with the most loved 'lil meow meow' in the whole world.
Yoongi always gave you this look of disapproval when you called him that, but you would always just smile and say it again, slower.
It was the kind of thing that simply fell into place and neither of you wanted to convolute it with too many other opinions or thoughts. What happened, happened. You weren't going to make yourself known or ask for impossible things. When he told you that he was getting surgery for his left shoulder and wouldn’t have schedules for a long while, you cashed in on all those sick hours you accumulated at work, stating you had to take care of a loved one.
No one knew your loved one was Min Yoongi. And that's way you two liked it.
Yoongi leaned over to the long straw of the water bottle tucked in the crook of your arm.
"Staring at our maknae again?"
You stiffened. "I'm looking at all their pictures, Yoongi. Just happened to stop on Jungkook."
He took a short sip.
"Mmm-hmm."
A few seconds past. You stared at Jungkook’s intense dark eyes, his long hair flying about from dancing, his clenched jaw as he focused. Looking sinful in all white, tempting you to save the photos.
"You're not changing the screen."
"I'm admiring the stylists' hard work."
Yoongi hummed. "You're a bad liar."
You would have thrown your phone at him if it wasn't the special edition BTS S20+, complete with a Shooky phone case. You swiped past, seeing the image of Jungkook lifting Jimin in the Black Swan performance.
"I should tell him."
You narrowed your eyes at him. "Sick of me?"
"No." He pointed to his left arm. "Can't take care of you either."
"I don't want to be the reason you need more months of physical therapy. I'm fine."
Yoongi placed his phone in his lap and placed his right arm around your shoulders. "We could risk it," he purred.
You chuckled. "I don't think that's a good idea." You leaned your head against his shoulder. "I want to see you preform again."
"But you still want to bang Jungkookie."
A muscle in your eyebrow twitched. "I'm only looking at the pictures, Yoongi. You know you're the only one for me."
"You wouldn't try? Even if he begged you?"
You turned to Yoongi and his crafty smirk. "No." You stared at his lips and leaned in, kissing him lightly. You smiled against them. "I love you, Yoongi." Your smile turned into a smirk. "I worked too hard to sneak in here. Even outsmarted Dispatch. You can't get rid of me so easily."
Yoongi smiled back. He leaned against the headboard.
"What if I was okay with it?”
You blinked at him. "Why would you be okay with it?”
Yoongi shrugged. "You're mine, no matter what, no? Not even Jungkook's dick is going to change that."
"... Hah?"
Yoongi held up his hand, long fingers spread out. He ticked them down as he spoke. "Pros: my woman gets to satisfy her little crush, gets the fucking she wants, and will be happy."
You felt your ears burn. "Yoongi..."
Yoongi raised an eyebrow, wicked smile on his lips. "Cons... none."
You rolled your eyes. "You'd be pissed off."
He tilted his head. "What do I have to be pissed off for? Are you saying there's a reason I should be worried?"
You frowned. "No. Even if it did happen, which it won't, you will always be number one."
Yoongi nodded. "There you go."
You let out a puff of air. "I don't think Jungkook would agree anyway. And I wouldn't do it, because it's not the right thing to do."
"Who decided it's wrong?"
You made a face. "I don't know... society?"
"And we trust that societal rules are just and moral?"
"I mean, no..."
-
Washing your hair was always a pain in the ass.
You had to blow-dry it upside down, add five products at different stages, brush it super carefully with a special brush to avoid breakage, collect the fallen hair and throw it out, blah blah blah.
You shrugged on one of Yoongi's shirts after the shower – the black-and-white checkered one he wore during his VLive. Running your hand through your hair, you finally picked up your phone. Yoongi was at physical therapy, so he wouldn't be back for a while. You had some messages from him, probably before he had to put his phone away.
I sent you a gift. It will arrive today. You are not allowed to refuse.
You raised your eyebrows at that.
P.S. Merry early Christmas.
Was it jewelry? You pursed your lips. You always told Yoongi not to buy you things. Firstly, because you felt bad you could never reciprocate the amount he spent. You didn't make the money he made, after all. And secondly, you weren't that interested in owning expensive things. The only expensive items you loved were technology-based. Yoongi and you bonded over the newest Samsung products and always kept an eye on the latest tech.
Maybe that was it? Maybe you had to collect a package. You mused, brushing your teeth. You were going to borrow Yoongi's pants, but you had to go hunt for some. After the teeth brushing.
You spat and gargled some water.
The front door opened.
You frowned. Was physical therapy canceled? Yoongi didn't have people come in and clean the apartment, because he didn't want anyone to find you. You weren't supposed to be here and no one knew you were here – except for his members, of course. But they didn't have the key, so it had to be Yoongi. You waited, in case there was someone outside. You didn't want them to hear your voice. The door closed and relocked.
You spat and rinsed out your mouth before turning off the light and going to the hallway.
"Yoongi, was physical therapy can–"
The head of long black hair lifted and turned around. He was in the middle of taking off his black sneakers. He pulled down his black face mask.
It was not Yoongi.
"Hey, noona."
Abort.
You backed up.
"J-J-Jungkook?"
The mischievous maknae grinned.
"I'm the gift."
Your eyes widened. You whipped your phone to your face, nearly dropping it, juggling it for two seconds before slapping it between your palms and rereading Yoongi's messages. Rereading them way too many times because what? What, what, WHAT?
"D-don't you have p-practice?" Why were you stuttering? You never stuttered. But you never had that conversation with Yoongi until a couple days ago either.
"I have some time, but I have to go back, yeah," Jungkook replied, far too cheerfully for how flustered you were. He was probably trying not to laugh at you.
"How did you get in? And what do you mean, y-you're the...?"
You felt like your world was spinning. Did Jeon Jungkook just announce he was the gift? What? You're not allowed to refuse. Of course, you were going to refuse! This was Min Yoongi you were in love with! The cutest in the entire world!
Jungkook brushed back part of his long hair and tucked it behind his ear, revealing half of his forehead and his silver hoops. Smirk on his pink lips, the mole underneath his lower lip winking at you. Skin tan and glowing in the hallway light.
...
Okay, yes, Jeon Jungkook was very handsome, but it didn't matter because–
"Hyung and I had a talk. He gave me the key," Jungkook said, dangling it.
"Hahaha, why would be do that?" you laughed nervously, still crab-walking backwards because maybe if you just fused with the wall then you were be spared from those penetrating dark brown eyes.
Jungkook stepped into the apartment, following you. “I was surprised too.” He smiled somewhat apologetically. “I guess he overheard me telling Taehyung that I would totally fuck you if you weren’t hyung’s girlfriend.”
You blinked rapidly. “P-pardon?”
Jungkook held up his hands. Oh dear. His pretty, large hands that reminded you of Yoongi’s, but his right hand was tattooed. “But I wasn’t going to do anything though. Promise.” His eyes shifted upwards and then he looked back at you, his rueful expression turning into one of slyness. Shit. “Well, until Yoongi-hyung asked me to, that is.”
You stumbled in the doorframe of the bedroom. To be honest, you kept backing up because Jungkook advancing on you was making you uneasy, hot, and bothered. With emphasis on the latter two. You still couldn’t believe Yoongi would do this to you. This was Yoongi! Mild-mannered, sweetie with swagger, SUGA of BTS!
Then you had a thought.
You were always very good at teasing Yoongi. Either to annoy him or sexually in public situations. You could imagine Yoongi’s smirking face now. Knowing he got the one-up on you. Knowing he’d finally shocked you.
You’re not allowed to refuse.
The back of your knees hit the edge of the bed. A hot shiver went up your spine. Jungkook was right in front of you. Black parka, black jeans. Jungkook unzipped the parka, shrugging out of it. Black dress shirt. You knew Jungkook did not like wearing button-ups. Why was he wearing it? He unbuttoned the first one, revealing his collarbone. Then the second one. Open-mouthed smirk completed with his tongue between his teeth, dark eyes on your shaking form.
The maknae was going to fucking striptease you?
You held a hand up. “Hold on a second.”
Jungkook’s fingertips paused above the next button.
“You’re doing this… for fun?”
Jungkook tilted his head. “No. Not really for fun.” His voice was low, deep. His eyes trailed down your body, then back up to your face, lingering all over you. You swallowed. “I’m doing this because this is the only chance I’ll get.”
“What if I say no?”
Jungkook lowered his hand. “Hyung said you weren’t allowed to refuse.” His voice was softer now, almost pouting. Ouch. It actually pained you. You wanted to give in to him just like that. You loved Yoongi with all your heart, but the maknae’s charms definitely worked on you. They worked on everyone. Everyone loved Jungkook and wanted to give him everything.
“Jungkook,” you breathed, trying to reorient yourself, trying to find the right words. “I’m not saying I’m not interested. I definitely am.” He observed you carefully as you groped for the right words. “But this is a little crazy. And… you could get anyone.”
“I couldn’t get you.”
You slowly, slowly made eye contact with him. Jungkook took a step towards you. You didn’t move, transfixed by his chocolate eyes.
“The way you slowly fell in love with Yoongi-hyung,” he whispered, getting closer and closer. “You didn’t even notice. You still don’t notice. The way I stare at you, you and the beautiful shape of your eyes.” His finger came up and traced your eyes, rooting you in place. “Your cute nose. The shape of your lips.” His fingertip brushed against your lower lip. “So full. I watch you kiss him, wishing it was me.” He caressed your cheek. “The dimples that appear when you smile. So cruel.”
Jungkook’s breathing shallowed. His eyes flickered downwards to your hands, still clutching your phone. He reached for it and took it from you. Threw it onto the bed. Then his hands wrapped around yours, clutching them tight. You stopped breathing. Jungkook’s voice dropped several octaves.
“I watch your hands. Touching him, resting on his thigh, tracing up, palming him right in front of us.”
“I didn’t… think anyone would notice.”
Jungkook leaned in even more, still holding your hands tightly, as if they were going to disappear. You could smell his clean scent, like fresh laundry.
“I always notice,” he murmured. “Whenever you’re there, I can’t help but have my eyes on you. I couldn’t touch, but I could look. I thought that was all I could have.”
Jungkook let go of you. Hand dancing up your neck, cupping your cheek. Tilted his head, eyelashes lowering. Breath against your lips. Eyes pleading you, waiting for the heartbreak.
“Please let me kiss you.”
You’re not allowed to refuse.
You pressed your lips against Jungkook’s, eyes closing. It was impossible to say no. He was sweet and soft. You could feel his nerves and his fear in his kiss, not trying to ask for more, not wanting to ask for too much. It was you who hooked an arm around his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. Right, wrong? That didn’t matter right now. The only thing you cared about right now was taking Jungkook’s fear away.
You pulled him onto the bed, arms around his neck, mumbling his name against his lips. His breathing hitched, hands circling your waist, holding onto you.
“Noona…”
“Call me by name, Jungkook.”
He gulped, shaking his head. “I can’t.” He gnawed on his lip anxiously. You smiled, and took his hands, placing them by the buttons of his shirt.
“Weren’t you in the middle of giving me a show?” you teased. “You’re great at putting on a show.”
Jungkook’s lips curved into a smile. “Oh yeah?”
You settled down into the bed, looking up at him from in between his thighs. You could tell Jungkook was still nervous, but there was something else too. His mischief was creeping back into his sparkling eyes. You cocked an eyebrow, smirking. He undid another button. And another. Carefully, playfully pulling the fabric apart, revealing a little of his skin at a time.
“Hyung told me you like staring at my pictures.”
You shrugged, licking your lips. “They’re nice photos.”
“Were you satisfied by just looking at pictures?” he purred, already reaching lower, lower. You could see the contours of his muscular torso, the top of his abs. Ugh, Jungkook was so attractive. Scratch that, so fucking hot. He reached the bottom of his shirt and placed two fingers under your chin, pushing it back up to his face.
“My eyes are up here.”
His fingers under your chin made you realize how hard you were breathing.
“Jungkook.”
He tilted his head at you, long hair covering part of his face.
Yoongi’s words came back to you. My woman gets to satisfy her little crush. At the time, you thought those words were referring to your crush in Jungkook. But perhaps it was the other way around. Maybe Yoongi was referring to you satisfying Jungkook.
“Don’t hold back.”
And then you got up from the bed, grabbing the collar of his dress shirt and yanking them down Jungkook’s shoulders, kissing him again, but harder this time, tongue sliding into his mouth and thrusting into it, taking his breath away. Jungkook’s eyes went wide, gasping against your tongue, struggling to get out of his sleeves before he scrambled for the buttons on your shirt, moaning as you sucked on his tongue, gripping his upper arms.
“N-noona…”
“Call me by name or nothing at all,” you growled dangerously.
His dark eyes bored into you, daring you. You nipped at his lower lip, grinning.
“You think you’re the only one who’s horny here?”
Your hands danced around his arms, reaching around him, and your nails scratched him down his broad back, hissing as he moaned, tipping his head back, Adam’s apple shaking. Fuck, it felt so good. It felt so fucking good to drag your nails down that back, seeing Jungkook lose some control, falling more and more into the moment. You leaned forward, wrapping your arms around him, shuddering as his hard body was pressed against you and your half-open shirt.
“I want it all,” you breathed. “I’m so greedy, but I want it all, Jungkook. Give it to me.” Voice dropping, inhaling his delicious scent. “Please.”
He growled deep in his chest and grabbed the bottom of your shirt, yanking up and revealing your bra clasp, undoing it easily. Pushed you back, swiftly pulling your shirt and bra off together, tossing it aside to the floor.
“Fuck, your tits are as pretty as I thought they would be.”
And then Jungkook’s mouth was on you, furiously kissing down your neck, licking your collarbones, biting your shoulder, his hands roughly squeezing your breasts. You moaned, your nipples pressed against his thumbs, pinching them against the side of his hand. His lips travelled down, down and then they latched around your nipple, flicking it with his tongue. Your hands flew up into his hair, gripping it tightly.
“Fuck, they even taste good,” he whined. “You taste so fucking good.”
Your back arched as he began to suck, running your hands through his hair, whimpering his name, telling him how good he was, how nice it felt, lost in the feeling of his tongue and his strong arms around your waist. He switched to the other nipple, saliva dripping. Licking it all over and then breathing on it with his hot breath. Your entire body trembled in his arms from the sensation.
“I’m drooling; that’s how fucking good you taste,” Jungkook mumbled, sucking hard and tight, dark eyes on you as you cried out softly, holding onto his head. Your fingers curled into his long locks, grasping them tightly. He raised his eyebrow, but you began to rock back and forth into his mouth, tugging your nipple with his lips. Jungkook’s fingers dug into you, erotic groans vibrating in his throat as you fucked his face with your tits.
Wetness soaked your panties, the scent of your sex getting stronger and stronger.
Jungkook removed his lips, sucking in a tight breath. Your name slid out of his mouth in a tight hiss, no honorifics. You felt your pussy throb hearing your name come from his lips, saturated with desire. You grinned.
“Took you long enough, Jungkookie.”
He chuckled, grabbing your hips and shoving them up into his jean-covered crotch. You gasped. You could feel his erection straining against the thick fabric, grinding against your soaked panties. Fuck, you couldn’t stop staring at Jungkook, him and his sharp jawline and his beautiful eyes and his playful smirk on his damn lips, infuriating and arousing you.
“You’re so fucking irresistible,” you whispered, rolling your hips into him hard. It was his turn to gasp, his turn to shudder at your movements. The way you could turn him from smug confidence to those submissive doe eyes was turning you on way too much.
You wanted to ruin him and be ruined by him.
You grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him onto the bed. He yelped as you slid down, nails racking down his torso, whimpering in your wake. The front of his jeans was wet with your juices. You undid the button, zipping them down.
“How are you going to explain this?” you smirked, gesturing down to the giant wet sport at the front of his pants.
“They’re black,” Jungkook panted. “It’ll be fine.”
You laughed, pulling them down his legs. Jungkook’s hand flew down, reaching into his back pocket, pulling out a condom. You tilted your head.
“Only one?”
He looked down at you, startled. “W-well… I don’t know if you want more….”
You raised an eyebrow and reached over to the nightstand, opening it and taking out the whole damn box.
“Er… I cannot cum that many times. In one sitting, anyway.”
“Ah, well, let’s just see then.”
You peeled his jeans and boxer briefs off, licking your lips as your hungry eyes landed on his cock. Half-hard, pre-cum glistening at the tip. Jungkook swallowed nervously, but you crawled on top of him, immediately licking a fat stripe down his entire length. You moaned with him, feeling the blood rushing to his cock, pulsing against your lips. You hadn’t had sex in a while, trying not to tempt Yoongi or aggravate his injury. His recovery was too important to not only you, but the nation and the world. So, you kept your need to yourself, but now Jungkook’s cock was right on front of you.
And there was nothing to stop you.
You pressed your lips against his balls, licking them all over, playing with them with your tongue. Jungkook groaned above you, grabbing fistfuls of sheets as you began to suck on them, bobbing your head up and down. He was panting your name breathlessly, helpless as you pulled your head back, his balls slowly slipping out from between your lips.
You kissed up his length, tongue swirling around the head before taking him in, all the way, softly but firmly. If there was anything Yoongi’s tongue technology taught you, it was how to apply his technique to giving head, much to his surprise. You were good at extrapolation. You pressed the head into the roof of your mouth, raking it all the way to the upper part of your throat and tightening. Jungkook gasped, eyelids fluttering as your tongue assaulted the bottom of his cock, from the bottom of the head to the base.
You heard something between the lines of, “Holy fuck”, “What the hell”, and “Oh my fucking God.”
You retreated for a second, wrapped your tongue all the way around the head and teased the thin skin right where the head and length connected, repeatedly rubbing your lips over it before going all the way down again.
Now Jungkook was absolutely incomprehensible as you began to suck him off, fast and tight, lips soft compared to the vacuum of your mouth. Was it unfair? Yes, it was, giving him soft and hard, rough and wet, scraping the head against the back of your throat and choking it with your muscles. Jungkook was whimpering and cursing, his thighs flexing under you, tasting so fucking good that you were dripping between your own thighs.
You didn’t stop.
Faster and faster, holding his hips down, watching Jungkook unravel under you, hands in his long hair and slamming his head back into the pillows, covering his mouth as he screamed your name into his palm. You felt his cock spurt his cum into the back of your throat, your muscles constricting as you drank him up, your moans added vibration along his length.
The first orgasm was always the most and tasted the best. So much, coating the entire inside of your mouth, your tongue swiping around his cock to collect it all. You lapped it all up, encouraging his cock to get hard again. Smirking as you succeeded, popping your mouth off gently.
“What position do you want me in, Jungkook?” you murmured, throat a little hoarse, taking the condom and opening it, rolling it onto his cock.
He moved his palm from his mouth, panting hard, hair all over his face. His intense brown eyes locked with yours and you knew the dynamic was switched.
“On your back. Want to watch your face when I fuck you.”
You could relent, rolling onto your back, removing your soaked panties, chest heaving in anticipation as Jungkook got up, towering over you. His hands gripped your hips, adjusting you to the correct angle. You could play the other part, with one small caveat. His eyes found yours, glaring at you.
“Wipe that smirk off your face.”
“Make me.”
Jungkook thrust into you, hard, and you kept the smirk on your face as he forcefully stretched you out, pushing your limits.
“Hurts?” he taunted.
You licked your lips. “It’s not good unless it hurts.”
The slight irritation that flashed in his eyes spurred you on. You tightened around his cock, exhaling with a hiss. Fitting him to you, bringing out the dominance in him. Jungkook gritted his teeth and slammed his hips into yours. You had the audacity to chuckle.
“Did you really want me that bad, Jungkook?” you teased. “Or were they only pretty words? Are you a tiger or just a cute little bunny?”
Jungkook snarled low in his chest.
Then he began to fuck you, lifting your legs onto his shoulders and pressing down, smacking your ass with his hips. The position made you tighter, gravity making him pound you harder, forcing you to feel all of him as drove his rock-hard cock into you. Your hands flew up, one pressed against the headboard, the other clutching a pillow for dear life, eyes squeezing shut at the fullness and harshness.
“A-ah, fuck, yes,” you gasped. “So fucking good…”
Jungkook brought his face close to yours, hitting you deeper and just as hard. “Where’s your smirk now? Can’t give me one when you’re being punished by this cock?”
Your heart jerked in your chest at his dirty words, becoming even wetter with the dangerous edge to his voice.
“Listen to you, fucking dripping down my thighs with how wet you are for me,” Jungkook hissed, inhaling sharply as you throbbed hard around him. He groaned, clenching his jaw. “Fuck, I can’t help myself, I just have to fuck you like an animal.”
You snickered dryly, jerking your hips up to meet his. Not saying anything, letting your pussy do the talking because you were so close to orgasm that you roughly massaged his entire length, throwing your head back and moaning as you came around him. The squelching sounds between your connected hips got louder, drenching the air with the scent of sex and lust.
Jungkook sank his teeth into his lower lip, grimacing. “Fucking unfair how good you feel,” he ground out, squeezing his eyes shut, ramming his hips into you, muscles in his arms and shoulders tense. “Can’t even last, fuck.”
He crashed his hips into yours and growled your name in his throat, cock smacking against your walls as he came, swelling the condom full. You whimpered in ecstasy, back arching, clenching around his cock.
“Yes, Jungkook, oh, yeeees…”
It wasn’t enough.
Neither of you had had enough.
Jungkook gripped the end of the condom and pulled out, hissing at the sensitivity as he took it off. You tossed him a spare towel from the nightstand drawer and he cleaned himself, gasping.
“Hands and knees.”
You rolled over, flinging the box of condoms at him, and he caught it, dark eyes glinting.
“Spread that pussy for me.”
You reached back and planted your hands on each ass cheek pulling your wet slit open. Jungkook hissed and you could hear skin on skin of him jacking himself off to get hard again. An idea popped into your head.
You flexed your vaginal muscles, opening and closing your hole for him.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re so damn sexy it’s illegal.”
You heard him get onto his knees. The sound of a condom being ripped open. His groan as he fitted the condom over his aching cock. His strong hands gripped your hips, the head rubbing against your entrance.
“Don’t know how long I can last,” he murmured. “I’m just going to go as hard and as fast as I can.”
“Do it, Jungkook,” you panted. “Make me feel you for days.”
He whimpered at your words and sank into you. Both of you moaning, your hands clutching the sheets, his fingertips bruising your skin, imprints of lust. Jungkook was pure, glorious power that threatened to overtake you, his cock throbbing and digging into your walls as he fucked you hard, muscular thighs slapping into yours. The poor bed could barely take it, but neither of you noticed, lost in the feeling of being filled and doing the filling.
His hand came down on your ass, a sharp, harsh sound that echoed off the walls and made your pussy clench. It barely hurt. You had felt worse before.
“You like that?” he panted.
“Fuck yes I do,” you gasped hotly. “Spank my ass, Jungkook.”
He did, thrusting into you and slapping you repeatedly, making your ass jiggle. You squeezed him each time, now rolling your hips back into him, arching your back as you came with a satisfied sigh. Your skin stung, your pussy was pulsating with abuse, and Jungkook’s cock hit all your deepest spots.
“Fuck, Jungkook, you’re so fucking good at fucking me,” you breathed, feeling him wind you up again.
He couldn’t even reply, only loudly moaning through the convulsions of your pussy radiating up and down his length. Good thing the walls were pretty soundproof, because it was a goddamn porno in the bedroom at the moment. It was obscenely lewd with the wet slapping of his hips into yours.
“So close, so close, squeeze me, fuck, choke my damn dick,” Jungkook rambled in between breaths, hissing as you did as you were told, gripping him every time he slammed into you. He came with a half-scream, half-moan of your name, whining at the sensitivity as you pulsed around him, leaking down his thighs and yours. It smelled so strongly of sex that you weren’t sure how you were supposed to clean this up before Yoongi came home.
Your phone buzzed loudly on the bed.
You grunted, clawing for it as Jungkook remained inside you, softening but refusing to leave your warmth. He wrapped his arms around you, burying his face into your back.
You checked your messages. From Yoongi.
Your gift needs to get his ass to practice before he gets yelled at.
“Jungkook, you’re gonna be late.”
He groaned in annoyance, squeezing you tighter. Another message popped up.
Tell him there’s plenty of time before I fully recover. If he works hard and does a good job, maybe after I recover too.
You poked Jungkook. He lifted his head, pouting, eyes changing to excitement when he read the message.
-
part ii
“You’re not allowed to leave until your noona is satisfied.”
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