#'oh let me put it on while i work' and then i finish that work in an hour and then am like well okay now i need to do something else.

[yelenamywifey]

COFFEE

pairing: yelena belova x reader

summary: when the never ending pressure of your boss leads to two cups of lukewarm caffeine spilt, you don't expect to meet one of the new avengers.

word count- 1.2k

It was never supposed to start like this, unfortunate and if anything cliché it was almost impalpable. It was just work, but not any gig you could just land. To the outsiders, you would have such a privileged job. Not many high-position jobs and you were able to somehow secure a place with the Valentina Allegra de la Fontaine. Miss Fontaine you would say if she wasn’t so arrogant, borderline neurotic about her name.

Working as one of the head interior designers for the renovation of the ex-Avengers tower was not only stressful enough, but there were new multiple faces around. The ones who would come to start inhabiting it. The “New Avengers”, dubbed by Valentina herself, and threw a controversial debate with the general public.

Parts and levels were destroyed with the shadow that was casted that day. Not as if you remembered much, it was your day off (surprising if anything while working under Valentina), but from sipping coffee to reliving moments you wanted to take to the grave from either embarrassment or pure trauma to the brain. Only to come back with the news with the headlines titled the “New Avengers” with some faces you partly recognised. (Not too much with only Congressman Bucky a.k.a The Winter Soldier and the failed Captain America, John Walker)

Upon returning to the workplace the day after, parts that were finished were broken or just wrecked. More overtime, was your initial thought. The next couple of weeks were straight work, phone calls that you now associate with ‘Lecture Time’ and cups upon cups of coffee. Probably the only thing able to get you through the higher ups bickering and Valentina projecting unnecessary stress onto you.

Coffee had become your sanctuary, saviour even.

With frequent visits and nonstop coffee breaks, the present happened. Coffee, now lukewarm from running down the piercing cold streets of New York, the liquid ended up stained and splattered on both of your torsos. Looking up, you were met with a sharp deadpan stare and cold bleached platinum blonde hair. Registering what had happened and especially who it was, you were fast on clean up duty.

“Shit—oh my god, I’m so sorry—” You gasped, reaching forward without thinking. The frills of the cusps of your silk sleeves working fast in motion. “Oh no, I didn’t mean to, here, let me—”

The beige, cream coloured fabric brushing across the other’s chest, dabbing and swishing back and forth as if metaphorically putting a bandage on a wound. Your hands moved quick and mindlessly, apologising through soft mumbles.

You looked back up only to see the same brown orbs yet not so menacing, but still trained on you. Taking a small gulp, your actions slowed, your touch still on her.

“You are touching me,” she said flatly.

Yanking your arms back violently, you almost elbowed yourself in your ribs. Minorly winching at what was to come, but also the cracking of your stiff feeble joints. “I’m so sorry—I wasn’t…oh god your shirt.”

Looking down you saw the brown liquid that stained the zipped up hoodie, the grey now becoming a dark brown almost black puddle that blossomed and splattered its way across.

“My shirt? No, you should see yours.” Yelena spoke, letting out a small snicker as the corners of her lips raised briefly, pointing at your own blouse.

Too focused on who you were standing in front of, you failed to even take a look at the own damage done on your end. “Oh—oh…”

The overpriced silk now stained and all of a sudden you were aware of the driblets of liquid running down your chest. The sensation if anything but enjoyable, somehow feeling as if it was syrup instead. The overstimulating feeling mixed in with the sheer embarrassment of the situation you found yourself in.

“You shouldn’t be apologizing-well I mean you should, you spilled what? Uh-”, she paused, looking down at the growing puddle on the floor where 2 paper cups littered the ground, before looking back up at you. “2 cups of coffee on a stranger.”

You felt as if you could melt into the ground, or be absorbed by the wasted coffee around the loafers on your feet. “You definitely got it worse.” She smiled, like she didn’t care—but you weren’t sure if that was comforting or terrifying. “I could care less about this thing.” She raised her arms a little, looking at both her arms, Left to right, then down at the front with the zipper. “There’s been worse things that have been splattered on here.” She shrugged nonchalantly, bottom lip protruding out as she met your gaze once more.

About to start apologising again, she tilted her head, silencing you about to continue on your parade of apologies.

“Do you always spill coffee on strangers?” You winced, stopping yourself from a grimace.

“Only the attractive ones apparently.” You froze, words escaping your lips before they even registered in your mind. Silence filled next few seconds, dread weighing down on you ready for the onslaught verbal retort of a threat.

Yelena laughed—well not really, but a smile flickered across her features and she gave a look of disbelief. Eyebrows raised, knitting before scrunching together to then actually laugh. Her eyes became akin to crescent moons as she let out a snort.

“You are strange’”, she said. “But funny I’ll give you that.”

Yelena brought her hand up, using the side of her index finger and wiping underneath her nose, composing herself. You couldn’t tell if that was a compliment, you sure hoped it was. She turned on her heel, beginning to walk away down the newly renovated hallway. All you could do was stare until she stopped, turning to look over her shoulder as she glanced at you.

“Next time you decide to spill coffee on someone,” Her voice was lower yet loud enough to hear the little echo throughout the hall. “Don’t be so—flirty.” She twirled her hand, “Not everyone deserves it.” She then turned around and proceeded to walk.

In a half-daze, before she rounded the corner, you called out to her. “Wait!”

She stopped, not turning around, standing there still as she waited for the next words that would come out of your lips. “Here.” You uttered albeit weakly, the courage that you formerly had suddenly gone.

Yelena turned around slowly, painfully for you, approaching you almost sluggishly. Her lips were pursed, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she stopped and stood close to you more than her heart could fathom. Her eyes held an intensity to them, one you could not put a finger on.

Your hand that held your business card and number remained stretched out to her for her to take. She didn’t take it, just looked at you.

“For the next time,” you managed to squeak out, cheeks ablaze. “If you ever want to—I mean need to…I don’t know. Need your hoodie dry cleaned. I can pay…” You paused before continuing. “Or if you would ever like to get a proper cup of coffee. It can be two for you and me, not just me.”

You swallowed, subconsciously worrying if it was audible enough for her considering how close you two were. Yelena’s eyes flickered down at the card, then back up at you.

“We’ll see,” she said. Tilting her head as she shrugged.

But she took it.

[one-sunny]

Cabin by the Lake | Fireworks

Portgas D Ace x F!Reader, Modern AU series

08- When Luffy’s birthday turns into a group get away to a small cabin by a lake, you cannot deny his own brothers an invitation. Surely the week long get away would leave a lasting impression with his eldest sibling.

Friday: Fireworks

Today was the day.

It was the day you had all gathered for.

And the kitchen was in full swing. Sanji had woken up a bit early to start the preparation for the absolute feast meant for your very own Monkey D Luffy’s birthday. It seems that most of the others are off with their own plans as well- Franky, Ussop, and Zoro heading off for their very own “secret mission” while Nami and Robin do a last minute general store run.

You had spent the morning in attempt to clean up after the rowdy group so the following day of packing up would not be as large of a task. Once finished, a bit sweaty, you move to check in with Sanji. There, you are met with flurry of movement and absolute focus.

“Sanji, this is,” You cast a look around the kitchen in awe and slight concern. It seemed that every counter space was covered with some form of meal prep. The fridge was absolutely stocked with the same- bowls and freezer bags of chopped vegetables, marinating meat, and copious sweet. “Insane. Are you sure you have this handled?”

“Please, darling, i’m a professional.” He waves you off with a sly grin, fingers coated in a flaky breading.

“Well, yeah, but you usually have help. Like a lot of-“

“The only help I need is for you to keep those black holes out of the kitchen. All three of them. Nightmare brothers, they are.” Sanji shakes his head dejectedly.

“Sanji!”

The loud voice squeals from outside. Despite how distant it was, Luffy is standing in the kitchen in mere moments, water dripping from the ends of his hair. “Luffy! You’re getting water everywhere!” The chef barks, but Luffy simply ignores him to peer at the many bowls scattered about.

“Oh! What’s this?” Luffy reaches forth, water running down his forearm and threatening to contaminate the food with lake water. Sanji smacks his hand in effort to stop him. “But I’m hungry.” Luffy withdraws with a pout.

As Ace and Sabo waltz into the kitchen, towels bunched up in their hands but still dripping water, Sanji gives you a pointed look. “This is dinner.”

“But I’m hungry now!” Luffy whines out. “What about lunch!”

Ace’s laugh is a melody to your ears, his grin bright and catching your attention. The water dripping from the ends of his hair and down his collarbone then steals your focus. “He’s not your personal chef, Lu.”

Yet the brothers all take interest in the various bowls. Sanji grumbles under his breath as he attempts to keep an eye out in three different directions for the sake of his prep work. Ace manages to swipe a julienned carrot as Sanji wards off Luffy and Sabo from a batch of frosting, his brows quirking up at you as he comes to lean on the counter at your side.

You hold back a laugh as Sanji picks up the target bowl, waltzing across the kitchen, “I’m gonna start kicking people.” He mutters as he brushes past you. Ace holds up his hands innocently, but chews the carrot stick with a smirk falling on his face.

“Hey, why don’t we go to the diner for lunch?” You prompt in attempt to put Sanji out of his misery.

Luffy instantly lights up, shoving a pie filling covered finger into his mouth. “Great idea, you’re so smart, let’s go eat.” He nods, before glaring at Sanji. “Since he’s a big meanie.”

“Smart, Luffy’s a big baby when he’s hungry.” Sabo smirks, ruffling his brothers hair.

“Hey! It’s my birthday, you can’t be mean to me.” Luffy protests.

“Awh, come of Luffy, let’s go change. I doubt the diner will be as gracious as Sanji is with you dripping lake water all over his food.” Ace offers a kind smile to the man, before waltzing over to collect his youngest brother in a head lock. Luffy squeaks in protest at this as Sabo laughs joyfully, the three trailing off towards the bedroom with Luffy still squeezed into Ace’s bicep.

Sanji hums in acknowledgment, shoulders easing. “Thank you.” He returns back to his place at his cutting board. “I can see why you like him so much.”

Your eyes widen in shock at the comment. “What are you talking about?”

“Ace.” Sanji replies easily. “Seems like he was at least taught manners.”

“I, uh, I don’t-“

“Come on,” Sanji narrows his eyes. “I told you before- It sucks to lose one of my girls, but I guess it’s okay if it’s a guy like him.”

“Sanji-“

“Go get ready. I want those guys out of here so I can actually focus.” He smiles at you in effort to stunt any or your protests.

“Fine.” You huff off upstairs.

After taking a moment to freshen up and collect your thoughts, you meet the brothers out front by Ace’s car. He offers you a bright smile in greeting before moving past his brothers and opening the passenger door. Your brows shoot up but Ace simply tips his head in a silent answer.

Heat floods your body, “How chivalrous.”

Ace opens his mouth to speak, but his brothers are soon at his side. “Ace, are you gonna open the door for me?” Sabo teases.

“No, open mine! It’s my birthday!” Luffy interjects with a bright laugh.

“Get in the car.” Ace snaps at the two, offering you an apologetic smile, then shutting the door. He quickly rounds the car as Sabo and Luffy climb into the back. Ace settles into his seat and a loud conversation instantly sparks in the back seat.

“Let me play music.” Sabo leans between the front seats with his phone in hand.

“No,” Ace laughs, waving the guy off. Instead, his phone is plopped into your lap as a silent request and you feel your heart flutter as Sabo turns his eyes, brow lifted.

The blonde hums in thought.

You clear your throat as the car is thrown into reverse, Sabo nearly falling with the sudden movement before he is settling back into his seat. “You can give me requests,” You turn to look at the two. “But I will veto it if it’s bad.”

“It will be bad.” Ace mutters.

“Really?” You quickly turn to look at him, a teasing smile on your face. “You remember that i’m holding your phone, right? Your music taste is crazy-“

“He hates anything we suggest.” Sabo dramatically rolls his eyes.

“Not true.”

“Is so.” Luffy agrees.

You laugh as the brothers bicker back and forth, making your song selection and queuing up a few more to follow.

Sabo is then tapping you on the arm, “Play something by The Neighborhood.”

“No.” Ace groans.

“And what if i already had one of their songs queued?” You look expectantly at the driver.

Ace frowns, glancing over at you, “Did you?” You simply stare back at him to give nothing away. “I’ll allow it.”

“You’re so predictable.” Sabo scoffs.

The remainder of the ride is full of loud conversations shouted over the music, Ace eventually pulling into the gravel lot. The brothers explode from the car as Luffy complains of how hungry he is as he approaches the building with a large grin. The bell jingles as the door swings shut behind you all.

“You’re back!” The cheery smile you’re greeted with is familiar as Jana, your waitress from last time, meets you all at the door. “Thought blondie was preparing some big feast for you today?”

“Oh he is, but i’m starving right now.” Luffy offers a toothy smile.

“I’m sure you are, honey.” She laughs, collecting four menus and gesturing for you all to follow. The booth she leads you to is significant smaller than the last time but perfectly accommodates your smaller group.

The way everyone falls into the booth is entirely natural, no thought put behind it as Luffy bounces into the seat across from you with Sabo sliding in at his side. It seems like you’re the only one who considers the way Ace moves in beside of you. He sits a bit too close, your shoulder pressed against his and his knee bumping yours as he manspreads into the booth. It’s such a man thing to do. Such an inconvenience. But it’s him.

So you say nothing.

“I want one of everything this time.” Luffy hums in thought, eyes glancing over pictures of food rather than the listed items.

“Just remember, Sanji is putting in the work, so don’t order too-“ Your words trail off as Luffy blinks absently at you. After all, you were talking to the men affectionately deemed black holes due to how much food they could put down. No matter how much the brothers ate now, they would certainly be starving come dinner time. “Nevermind.”

“Oh! They have fancy lemonade drinks, looks like something Sanji would make for you, Nami, and Robin.” Luffy thrusts his menu forwards to show you the picture of the nonalcoholic mixed drinks. “We should all get one, because it’s my birthday.” His reasoning has you all laughing, but easily giving in. You were almost certain that wasn’t going to be his last abuse of the birthday power.

Jana reappears to collect your drink orders, making comments and offering suggestions on the best drinks. She quickly waltzes away to put in the orders and it is not long before she is back with four glasses, the small diner being rather empty at the odd time of day.

“Here we are.“ She hands out the brightly colored drinks respectively. “And why don’t i go ahead and take your orders?” Going around the table, having to flip her page at least once, she collects everyone’s orders and it off to put those in.

Grabbing one of the straws, you watch as a straw wrapper flies past your head to hit Ace. His is then swiftly shot back at Sabo. Luffy makes an attempt to shoot his at you, but it simply falls unceremoniously to the table before you. You quickly twirl the end of the wrapper to shoot Luffy right between the eyes before he could attempt saving his and reshooting.

“No fair! It’s my birthday.” He pouts, rubbing the spot between his eyes as if any damage was dealt.

“You started it.” You stick your tongue out before plunging the straw into the cherry limeade. Taking a sip, the lime flavor immediately attacks your taste buds and has your nose wrinkling.

“Don’t like it?” Ace prompts.

“No, it’s good, the lime is just crazy sour.”

Ace smiles, “Try mine. It’s mango lemonade.” He moves the bright orange drink over to you, tilting his straw in your direction.

You hesitate, “You sure.”

“Yeah?” Ace laughs as if your hesitation was odd. As if sharing food and drinks- something you had never seen him do with his brothers- was entirely normal. Natural.

So you trade him drinks, telling him to try the sour drink. His lips pucker as the red liquid touches his tongue, “Oh man, you’re right. That’s sour.” He shakes his head like a dog, all exaggerated and floppy hair.

His drink, however, was a striking sweetness that you certainly favored over your own. “Oh wow, that’s good.” You mutter and take another small sip, before offering the glass back to him.

Ace takes another slow sip of the limeade, nose crinkling, then decisively placing the glass out of your reach. “We’re switching, yours is better.”

You roll your eyes at the notion, “You’re definitely lying. Give me my drink back.” Your hand hangs in the air as you motion for your glass.

“I’m not lying, now take your drink.” Ace nudges the red glass back over to you.

Sabo watches the interaction closely, a lopsided smile falling on his face as his eyes zero in on his brother. “Thought you didn’t like cherry?” Sabo lifts a brow.

Your eyes narrow at Ace, “We don’t have to switch-“

“I like any food, okay, now drink your drink.” Ace easily waves you off. Sabo opens his mouth again, but any words are subject to a sudden yelp as he jumps in his seat. Ace holds a satisfied smirk at this.

↟ ↟ ↟ ↟ ↟ ↟ ↟

The day has grown dark and Luffy is more than restless in anticipation. He was banished from going outside… what ever projects Ussop, Franky, and Zoro were working on now being shifted onto the sand. He was kicked out of the kitchen… Sanji would go insane if the guy tried to swipe one more piece of meat. And you have now lost count how many times Nami has yelled at him for pacing and complaining in his wait, unable to keep his focus on the card game Robin attempted to initiate.

You were certain the guy would have been throttled by now if not for it being his birthday.

Then, Sanji pops into the living room with an easy air about him, meaning only one thing. Luffy practically leaps out of his seat in his haste to get to the kitchen. The guys are already gathered there, Sanji very well knowing that Luffy wouldn’t have waited for them to trail in from outside.

So everyone settles around the table with mouths watering from the smell of each and every dish meticulously crafted and somehow still hot. Sanji settles in his seat with a proud smile as his friends dig into the food. Compliments are thrown around and the food is absolutely devoured. Hours upon hours of work that didn’t even hold up for a whole hour- but every dish was reduced to crumbs and every piece of meat picked clean from the bone. You were almost certain those would have been consumed too, if possible.

With a few helping hands, plates are cleared away, and Sanji is throwing the fridge open for the final piece. He collects the tray and presents a three tiered cake, covered in white frosting and chopped pieces of fruit. Perfectly crafted. Perfectly detailed. And absolutely gorgeous.

Dipping three candles into the top, Sanji flicks his golden lighter and all eyes fall on Luffy.

Cheerful voices echo the words of happy birthday and Luffy drops his head as feelings overwhelm. To be in a room full of his loved ones, all gathered for him, all planned for him. Monkey D Luffy was the richest guy in the world.

He blows the candles out and Sanji quickly cuts him a pieces before the cakes integrity could be compromised. There would be no face smashing or cake biting while the chef was around. Plates adorning the decadent birthday cake are passed around and the flavors absolutely burst in your mouth. Not too sweet. Fruit not too bitter. Everything a perfect balance.

You almost think you see tears in Luffy’s eyes.

With the food devoured in its entirety and the dishes stacked by the sink, Franky calls everyone but Luffy outside to put the finishing touches. Luffy groans at the prospect of being stuck inside alone for a moment, but he relents.

However, as everyone trails outside, he catches your arm.

“Hey, keep me company for a minute?” He prompts. You signal Nami to let her know and she quickly waves you off. Luffy’s eyes are glossy but he looks full of nothing but joy. “I think I forgot to say it, but I just wanted to thank you for this entire week.” Luffy smiles his bright, toothy smile.

“Don’t mention it, really, it was a group effort-“

“And i’ll thank all of them too.” He rolls his eyes playfully. “But now, I’m thanking you. You really are one of my best friends. I was…” Luffy’s head tilts in thought. “Lonely… as a kid. Before i met Ace and Sabo. So it means a lot that you would do something like this for me of all people.”

“Of course, i’d do anything for you.” You smile back at him. “We all would. None of us would be together without you, and i’m sure that would be a horribly boring life.”

Luffy laughs through his grin, throwing his arms around you and pulling you tight to his chest. “I am fun, aren’t I?” He hums happily.

Lost in the conversation, you’re entirely unaware of the man lingering just outside of the room. Ace feels his heart in his throat as the words ring through his mind. You would do anything for Luffy. For his little brother. Is that something he could mess up?

He doesn’t realize the two of you have moved until you nearly knock into him. Shaking out of his daze, he offers a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “They’re all ready for you.” He informs Luffy.

You slow to a stop before him as Luffy excitedly runs for the door. “Everything okay?”

Ace nods slowly, “Of course.”

Lips purse, unsure if you believe him, you shake your head and relent. “Right, well, we better head out before we miss the big surprise.” Ace nods silently.

The two of you trail outside just in time to see Luffy excitedly crouched down, a lighter in hand. His laugh echoing in the air is followed by a low whistling. Then, something shoots into the night sky to explode into a flurry of red and orange lights.

A grin falls on your face, “A fireworks show.”

“Oh yeah, and they’re stacked.” Ace chuckles, nodding his head towards the huge display of fireworks. “We, uh, we should take a seat. I don’t think anyone’s getting that lighter from Luffy or Ussop, so we can just, ya know, enjoy the show.” The way he speaks is muttered and clearly something seems to be bothering him.

But you let it go. Just for the night.

Instead you settle beside of Ace on one of the many blankets, watching as the night sky explodes in every color of the rainbow. It seems that the trio didn’t hold back in their selections. Not only were there the common starbursts, but fireworks that erupt into the shape of skulls and food and anything else you could imagine.

As one particularly loud one booms into the night sky, you can feel eyes on you. Your lips press together as you try to focus your eyes ahead but you can practically feel the heat radiating off of the man at your side.

Your head turns and your eyes lock with his.

Completely entranced. Neither of you can tear your eyes aware from each other despite the booming that echoes in the air. The colorful reflections sparkle in Ace’s eyes and draw you in even closer.

A warm hand falls to your cheek as his thumb brushes gently over your skin. His gaze softens before flickering down to your lips. You swallow hard and your lips part in anticipation. He finally meets your gaze again and you’re both leaning in closer, as if being pulled by an invisible string.

Your lips are only inches apart and you can feel his breath on your face. You lean in even closer, about to close the gap…

When he turns his head.

He turns his head.

And suddenly an overwhelming anxiety strikes inside of you. Heat fills your entire being and you’re certain he can feel it against the hand still on your face. “Doll, i’m sorry, I-“

“No,” You immediately cut him off. You jump at the sound of the next firework, unexpected. “It’s, uh, yeah.” Muttering the words that you can’t even seem to form, you’re unable to meet his eye at the embarrassment that squeezes at your throat. Scrambling to your feet, you break away from his side and rush towards the cabin. Tears sting at your eyes and the entire week comes crashing down on you.

How could you be so stupid?

Series Masterlist | Chapter 09

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An Angel In Paris Pt1 - Lee Felix

Lee Felix x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Set in France(more of a heads up lol), one swear word I think, nervous Felix

Genre: Fluff

WC: 1.6k

Summary: While visiting your favorite patisserie you run into a handsome stranger. (this is intended to be set when Felix and Hyunjin went to Paris with YSL in 2022)

Bold is French, Italics is Korean

A/N: I've had this in the works for a while and I will be making a short series with this so I hope you enjoy!

- Kit <3

Part 2 Part 3

[Paris, France | Tuesday, 9:01 AM]

You walk into Etoile Patisserie, as usual, and the smell of fresh bread and sweet pastries fills your nose. Stepping inside you smile as Agathe, the owner as well as the mother of your best friend, waves to you from behind the counter.

Usually the patisserie has a handful of familiar faces around this time in the morning but someone sticks out to you today. A man you don’t recognize is staring intently into the display case. You step a little closer, trying to get a better look at this stranger. He was average height, dark brown hair framing his face which you could see had freckles scattered across his nose and cheeks. You could assume he wasn’t part of the morning work crowd based on his lack of rush as well as his outfit, a baggy hoodie and jeans.

You step up next to him, “Having a hard time?”

He looks up, a little surprised.

“Picking just one?” You finish with a charming smile.

“Oh, well,” he chuckles, “I’m trying to pick a few things for my mate and I to try.”

You smile, a little surprised by his Australian accent.

“Well then I would recommend the Patisserie Paresseuse Box, you’ll get more bang for your buck that way.” You gesture to the small stack of prepackaged boxes with an assortment of pastries inside. “It’s all baked fresh and packaged each morning so don’t worry.”

He takes one box off the box of the stack and examines the contents before meeting your eyes again and smiling, “That’s perfect, thank you.”

“Glad to be of service, hope you and your friend enjoy.” You return his smile before heading over to the counter.

“Good morning, Agathe. How are you this morning?”

“Very well, my dear. How are you?” She smiles warmly.

“I’m well, thank you.”

“What can I get you this morning?” She asks, poking at her cash register.

You laugh softly to yourself, you and Daphne (her daughter) had been trying to convince her to upgrade at least a little but she admittedly refused.

“I think I will take a Kouign-amann and a latte.”

“Mixing it up today?” Agathe eases, ringing you up, pulling the pastry from the display and putting it in a bag.

“You know me,” You laugh, pulling out your wallet.

As you rummage around for bills, you can’t help but glance behind you, watching the new guy wander around the store, observing the decor. Turning back to Agathe, you hand her €50 and say, “Let me pay for the new guy and you can keep the change.”

“You got it, my dear. Thank you.” She winks at you, depositing the bill and going to work on your coffee.

You wait a short while, stealing a few more glances at the brunette boy who seems to be in his own world before Agathe returns, coffee in hand.

“You like him.”

“What?” You whip around, taking the coffee from her, “I don’t even know him.”

“You’re paying for his coffee.”

“I’m being nice.”

“I’ve never seen you pay for a tourist’s coffee before.”

“...so?” You try not to blush.

She chuckled softly, shaking her head, “Enjoy your coffee, dear.”

“Bye Agathe!” You sigh, turning to leave the patisserie but when you take one last look towards the stranger you meet his eyes. You smile, winking at him before leaving.

FELIX POV

I watch as the nice girl takes her coffee from the woman behind the counter, calling a goodbye before leaving with her breakfast. I try not to blush when she winks at me before rushing out. Walking over to the counter I say, “Good morning, how are you?” Doing my best with my limited French.

“I am very well, what can I get you?” Agathe smiles.

I take a few moments, thankful no one was in line behind me, to translate in my head before speaking slowly, “I will just take a… Patisserie Paresseuse Box and two americanos… please.”

Agathe smiles kindly at his French, “Very good.” She rings up the box and coffees, “No need to worry about paying, honey. You’ve been taken care of.”

I try to translate in my head but struggle, “Pardon?”

“You’ve been paid for, chérie.” She says, this time in English.

“Oh, okay… thank you.” I smile, confused but grateful nonetheless. Was the owner taking pity on the clueless tourist or had the girl from either paid for him?

Agathe was quick to make his coffees, taking them to him in a tray.

“Thank you! Have a good day, ma’am!” I call as I rush out the door, walking back to the hotel.

• • •

I fall back onto the hotel bed, my arms draping over my face, “I can’t stop thinking about her, Hyune.”

“Did you even get her name?” he asks, mouth still full of pastry.

“Nope, nothing.”

Hyunjin swallows, “You could go back again tomorrow around the same time and hope she’s there.”

“Yeah, I could try that. And I suppose I could ask the owner if they know her, they seemed pretty friendly.” I suggest, sitting back up and leaning back on my elbows.

“That would work too,” Hyunjin takes another bite, chewing and swallowing this time before asking, “Why do you think she paid for you?”

“How would I know that?”

Hyunjin shrugs, “She made a good recommendation though, these are awesome.”

“Yeah, it was really sweet of her. But mate, you should've been her. She was... gorgeous.”

“You should’ve taken a picture,” Hyunjin grins at me.

I glare at him, “When would I have taken a picture? And how would that not have been creepy?”

“I was kidding.”

[Paris, France | Thursday, 8:57 AM]

FELIX POV

I hadn’t had time to go to the bakery yesterday, our schedule had been packed, but I was determined to find this girl before we had to go back to Korea. I got to Etoile Patisserie around the same time as the other morning, hoping she was there before me. We had a flight to catch at 11:50 and I knew Hyunjin would get anxious if I was late for pickup. I open the door and relief washes over me as I see her standing by the counter, talking to the owner.

The owner glances at the door as I walk in and smiles, nudging the girl who turns around.

"You're back!" she smiles, "I was a little worried I steered you wrong since you didn't come back yesterday."

"No! Not at all. I was just... busy." I walked closer, "I wanted to thank you, for the other day."

"Of course, it was my suggestion so I figured I should cover you."

"Well you didn't have to do that so, thank you. I'm Felix by the way," I hold out a hand.

She shakes it, "Y/N."

Agathe cuts in, "Why don't you two have a seat before you scare off my customers?"

I glance towards Y/N, hoping for a translation.

She giggles, "Come on," before leading me towards one of the smaller tables close to the front window, "So, how long are you in Paris?" she asks.

"I'm leaving today, actually." I say, subtle disappointment dripping from each word.

"Are you really? How long have you been here?" She asks.

"Three days."

"Wow, short trip. Where are you from?"

"South Korea, well, I grew up in Australia but I've been living in South Korea for about... five years now. What about you?"

"I'm here for school but I'm from (home country)."

"That's cool. What are you studying?" I ask, leaning against the table with my elbows.

 She smiles, "I am majoring in film with a minor in music performance.”

"Really? I'm in the music industry!"

Her eyes lit up, "Are you really? What do you do?"

"I'm a…” I hesitate, not really wanting to go into detail about my job, “Dancer."

"Wow, that's impressive. I'm a terrible dancer," she laughs.

"Oh I doubt that."

"Oh, don't. Believe me."

"I suppose I'll have to take your word for it," I laugh.

We talked for close to an hour about hobbies in common, favorite foods, family, friends, and everything else under the sun. She was so easy to relax with, to be open with.

Then my phone rang. I jumped a little, pulling it out; it was Hyunjin.

“Sorry, give me two minutes.” I apologize.

“No worries,” she smiles reassuringly.

“What is it, Hyunjin?” I say, a little harsher than I meant to.

“Dude, where are you?”

“What?”

“Have you not been seeing my texts? We’re gonna be late!”

“Shit. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“You better!”

I hang up, turning back to Y/N, “I’m so sorry, I have to go. Look, uh, I've really enjoyed talking to you. Could I get your number? I know we probably won't see each other again but you never know right? Life happens and we-"

“Give me your phone,” she interjects. I hand it over and she gives me hers. She adds her number before we trade back phones, “I hope I see you again, Felix.”

“Me too,” I smile, genuinely before basically running out of the patisserie and back to the hotel.

You watch him leave before glancing down at his contact in your phone: Felix 🥐. You smile to yourself, quickly typing out a message before you can talk yourself out of it.

After rushing to pack and barely making it into the car in a timely manner, I ignored the daggers coming from Hyunjin sitting next to me and look through my contacts. I can’t help but smile when I see she’s already texted me.

Part 2 Part 3

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[kookiekatz]

Hey, I have an idea. What if the cookies meet y/n cookie who's like kick buttouski??? She's a thrill seeker and often reckless, but she's very close friends with gingerbrave and his friends and is often seen doing stunts or doing something dangerous However, she has a good heart and a good sense of right and wrong😊

How would each cookie react to her and her latest stunt?? And which cookie would cheer her on, and which cookie would have a stroke and / or a cookie heart attack🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

She on Xgames mode🛹

(SMC) Yooooooo this guy would make for such a creepy fan, like seriously he saw you doing one of your stunts and the rest was history. As a performer himself he definitely would make your stunt shows even more over the top, and be one of those annoying ass commercial announcers. Shadow milk totally adores you and would work hard to spread your fame across earthbread and granted he does get a bit invasive and creepy but it's because he loves you so much. He will keep a close eye on you for your safty reasons but you seem to know what your doing most of the time, so let the show begin!🥳

(BSC) Man burning spice cookie would be a frequent visitor to your stunt shows, especially when he's getting bored. He had heard bits and pieces about you from easedropping gingerbrave and his friends and some rumors from other cookies, and that's when he made a decision on officially seeing you. It was the best decision of his immortal life seeing that everyday you are doing something different, something dangerous, something THRILLING!!!!! Burning spice cookie grew to be quite the fan being the first to show up whenever he hears your doing another stunt shows, smiling like a deranged inmate but you always found it cute, though😁.

(SSC) Shooooo the other half of his soul jam may have just left his body when he saw you doing some stupid sh*t. After you were finish impressing gingerbrave with your latest stunt, silent salt cookie stomped over to you and boy it was shocking and terrifying on how you scared him so bad he started yelling at you, not even talking straight up yelling. From that day Silent salt took it upon himself to make sure you don't crumble yourself because you went to be an idiot, he would find himself on stand by with a first aid kid and some pain medication for whatever injury you sustained. He would make others think your a burden to keep an eye on you, but if your such a burden why did he marry you later in the years🤭

(PVC) OH NOOO THE POOR BABY CAN'T WITH THE JAM HEART ATTACKS AND SCREAMING😫!! Pure Vanilla Cookie would be constantly screaming in terror so much the other cookies would think he almost got eaten. Pure Vanilla dreads whenever you come up with a way to put your entire life in danger, as he will get gray hair because of it. He knows you don't seem to understand why he's so worried but he's your husband he's supposed to watch out for you. However you at least take the time to reassure him that you have everything under control, and that you promise to be careful which is all he ever wanted😰.

(DCC) My goodness your gonna take even more years off his life with the lack of safety for yourself. Dark Cacao Cookie has met and well technically befriended some of the most wildest cookies on earthbread, but this...this isn't fair. He would definitely scold you for your recklessness and safety hazard lifestyle, while scolding gingerbrave and the other for encouraging and enabling this behavior. Though don't take this the wrong way he loves you with everything he's got, which is why he's crossed and harsh with you but he just doesn't want you to get hurt. You would tell him that your careful and have your helmet on at all times, which helps a tad bit. Though between you and me your life shorting stunts and what brought him and dark choco cookie together as it terrifies them both😱.

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[just-dreaming-marvel]

Crimson Ties ~ 26

CRIMSON TIES MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 3,470ish

Summary: You and Tony continue to grow closer.

Warning(s): talk of rape, talk of abuse, torture, death, mental health, panic attacks

Note(s): Only 1 more chapter left after this! Will it be a happy ending? Or an unhappy one?

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“Honey?” Tony called, looking for you. He couldn’t find you in your studio or the bedroom or the kitchen. “Y/N?” He noticed Yelena at the island. “Yelena. Where is—“

“Your wife is outside reading,” she stated without glancing up from her phone. 

“Alone?” He rushed to the windows to see you sitting out under the tree.

“I’m not stupid, Stark. Bucky and Natasha are out there with her.”

Tony let out a breath, shoulders relaxing. He watched you for a brief moment before heading out to meet you. He plopped down beside you on the blanket, leaning back against the tree. You kept on reading, leaning into his side. You were grateful that he let you finish the chapter.

You hummed as you set the book to the side. You took a deep breath and rested your head against his shoulder. Tony smiled, gently resting his head against yours. The two of you sat against the tree in silence for a few minutes, just basking in each other’s company. Eventually, Tony turned his head and kissed your head.

“How do you feel about getting out of the house today?” He quietly asked.

“What do you have in mind?” You replied.

“Well, there’s a pottery expo in the city and I was thinking that we could go… But, if you want, you can just go with Yelena or Natasha or—“

“Tones.”

“Yes, dear?”

“I would love to go with you.”

He quickly stood up and held out his hand to you, a goofy grin on his face. “Then let’s go.”

You smiled as you put your hand in his and let him pull you up. Tony went to let go of your hand, but you quickly weaved your fingers through his. He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze before leading you into the house.

~~~

You were bouncing as you and Tony entered the expo, hand-in-hand. Your eyes were wide, in the best of ways. Tony grins, eyes fully focused on you while you are taking in everything. Before Tony knew it, you were dragging him to one of the stages where an artist was demonstrating a live raku firing. Tony’s watching you as you leaned forward, fingers twitching like you were dying to try it. You glanced back at him once, catching him staring.

“What?” You whispered.

“Nothing,” he replied. “You’re just… glowing. That’s all.”

You quickly look away bashfully, heart hammering. Five minutes later, Tony discreetly found the artist’s booth card in the program and marked it with a pen.

~~~

You held the handcrafted trimming tool in your hand, thumb rubbing over the wood. The tool had a dark walnut handle with the blade curved perfectly. Tony, two steps behind you, caught that look.

“You like it?” He wondered.

You hesitated. “It’s really nice,” you admitted quietly. “But it’s a little—“

Before you finished, Tony waved over the vendor. “We’ll take that one. And,” he gestured to the full set, “the whole set too.”

“Tony—“

He gave you a look as he handed the vendor his card. “You’re not allowed to look at things like that unless you want me to buy them.”

You shook your head. “That’s not a rule.”

“It is now.”

~~~

You stopped dead in front of a booth— elegant, minimalist ceramics with soft, ocean-colored glazes.

“Oh my gosh,” you gasped. “That’s— That’s Amara Lin. I’ve followed her work since I was sixteen.”

Tony didn’t say anything, just watched as you gathered yourself and slowly approached. You and Amara ended up talking for nearly fifteen minutes. You were shy at first, but then began to light up, asking about texture, kiln temperatures, intentional imperfections. Tony was leaning up against the far side of the booth, arms crossed, grinning.

Amara eventually glanced over and leaned in closer. “Your boyfriend is very patient,” she murmured with a smirk.

“We’re—uh… kind off still figuring that out,” you told her.

“Well, either way, he hasn’t taken his eyes off you once.”

~~~

You and Tony stepped out into the late afternoon light, arms weighed down with bags. Steve and Yelena trailed behind, arms full as well.

“Tony, this is ridiculous,” you giggled.

“No,” he shook his head. “This is me getting you what you need.”

“You bought me a tabletop kiln. I don’t need that.”

“You said you always wanted one!”

“I said I thought it was cute!”

“And it was the last one in stock. What was I supposed to do, not get it?”

You stared at him, half-exasperated, half-fond. “You’re a menace.”

He leaned closer, bumping your shoulder. “A menace with excellent taste.”

~~~

You stood in your studio, unpacking all the bags of items that Tony had bought you. Tony was nearby, helping you.

“I had a really good time today,” you told Tony.

“Yeah?” He couldn’t hold back his pride. “Then I’ll make sure to get tickets for next year too.”

“Really?”

“To witness you shine like that again? I’ll buy you a lifetime pass.”

~~~

You found yourself in your studio, messing around with your new items, for days. Tony would come and go when he wasn’t busy with the business. He had basically claimed a corner of the studio as his own little work station, not that you minded. 

The two of you were sitting on the couch in your studio one night. It had been a quiet night. One where you worked and Tony worked and then eventually you sat together, taking in the day. The two of you were mostly quiet because just being was enough. You watched Tony from the corner of your eye as he slowly turned a small sculpting tool between his fingers— one of the new ones that he had insisted on buying.

“I still can’t believe you bought all of this,” you murmured, a smile tugging at your lips.

Tony glanced at you. “What can I say? I’m a sucker for a woman who knows how to use a kiln.”

You laughed quietly, the sound soft and unguarded. Silence fell again. But it’s not heavy. It’s warm. Familiar. Safe. You turned to face him better to look at him. Really look at him. The stubble along his jaw, the way his shirt hung a little loose, the lines under his eyes that you knew weren’t from age but from worry. From everything he’s been holding together.

“I used to think I’d never feel safe again,” you said suddenly, voice quiet. Tony turned towards you, attentive immediately but not interrupting. “But I do… when I’m around you.”

“You make me feel safe, to,” he admitted softly.

You nodded, heart thudding. Then you shifted forward just a little. There’s a pause— a breath, a question in your eyes. But Tony remained perfectly still, watching you. Your hand rose gently, resting lightly against his chest. And then, slowly— almost unsure— you leaned in and brushed your lips softly against his. It’s a whisper of a kiss. Barely there. But it has Tony’s heart beating wildly. You pulled back after a second, eyes searching his. 

“That was okay, right?” You made sure.

Tony stared at you for a beat, then exhaled a shaky, almost disbelieving breath. “More than okay,” he whispered. “You sure you’re alright?”

You nodded. “I… I wanted to.”

He smiled, slow and a little stunned. “You’re something else.”

You leaned into his shoulder and Tony carefully wrapped an arm around you. Gentle, protective, never demanding. 

~~~

Tony woke up before you with the immediate thought to bring you breakfast in bed. He stood barefoot at the stove, rumpled t-shirt, hair still messy from sleep. He’s been watching the food cook but not really seeing it because his thoughts are spinning.

You kissed him. Not a goodbye kiss. Not a flick or a fear-laced thing. You had kissed him because you wanted to. He heard soft footsteps behind him, but he didn’t turn. His thoughts still spiraling. What if you regretted it? What if it was a moment, and this morning, everything goes back to the quiet distance the two of you have kept for so long? What if—

His thoughts stopped as your arms wrapped around his middle from behind. You cheek rested against his back. 

“Morning,” you mumbled, voice muffled against his shirt.

Tony’s heart stumbled in his chest. Slowly, he turned, not wanting to startle you. You didn’t pull away— in fact, you stepped closer as he turned. Looking into your eyes, Tony can see something that he had hoped would be possible. You’re not just okay. You’re brave.

“Hi,” he breathed out.

“Hi,” you replied back.

“You’re— um… touching me.”

“Yeah.”

He studied your face, making sure that you weren’t pushing yourself too hard. “You sure this is okay?”

“I wouldn’t do it if it wasn’t… I feel safe.”

“That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

“That, and buying me every pottery tool on earth.”

Tony let out a short laugh. “Caught me.”

You leaned into him again, arms still looped around his waist. He wrapped his arms around you carefully— not in a protective way, but in a way that tells you that you’re allowed to be held like this.

“You were really quiet when I walked in,” you noted.

“I was thinking,” he admitted.

“About?”

“Whether you’d regret last night.”

“I don’t. And… And I might kiss you again.”

He breath caught. “You might?”

You shrugged, a playful gleam in your eyes. “If you’re good.”

“Define good.”

You leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth. “Start with breakfast not being burned.”

Tony quickly turned back to the stove. “Right. Okay. Cooking. Got it.”

You giggled, slipping onto the counter behind you. “You’re cute when you panic.”

“I’m a very intimidating man, I’ll have you know.”

“Sure you are, babe.”

He glanced over his shoulder to see you smiling— open, light, completely you. It floored him. You were healing and letting him be a part of it. He turned back to the stove, cheeks warm, heart fuller than it had ever been.

~~~

Later that day, Rhodey found Tony pacing in his office. He closed the door and watched him for a few moments.

“Alright,” Rhodey finally spoke up. “What’s going on?”

Tony turned, a little too fast. “I’m thinking about proposing.”

“Proposing what?”

“To Y/N.”

“Wait… you mean marriage marriage?”

Tony nodded. “Yeah. I mean… yeah.”

“Tony, you’re already married.”

Tony walked over, hands shoved deep in his pockets. “We’re legally married. Sure. But it was arranged. A business agreement. It wasn’t real— not back then.” He began pacing again. “But it is now. Or it’s starting to be. She’s opening up to me more and more each day. She kissed me, Rhodey. She did. And every time she touches me, even the smallest bit, it feels like the ground shifts under my feet.”

Rhodey sat down, leaning back in the chair, arms crossed. “Okay, so what’s the plan? Just drop a ring in her clay and hope for the best?”

Tony shot him a tired look. “I’m serious.”

“I know you are. And that’s why I need to say this: have you told her how you feel? Actually told her?” Tony’s silence was an answer. “Tony…”

“I don’t want to pressure her. She’s been through hell. I haven’t wanted to make her feel like she owed me anything just because I’ve been there. That’s not what this is.”

Rhodey nodded, but doesn’t let up. “I get that. I do. But you can’t skip the finish line. She needs to know she’s loved, not just cared for or protected. She needs the words. She needs to know this isn’t just you being loyal to trauma, or guilt, or habit. This has to be about her.” Tony’s jaw tightened. “Tell her first. Look her in the eye and tell her you love her. Then wait. Let her choose. That woman’s had too many choices take away from her. DOn’t let this be one of them.”

Tony nodded slowly, the weight of the words settling on his shoulders. “I do love her. More than I thought I could love anyone. And no just because she’s been hurt. But because… she’s her. Strong and smart and talented and… beautiful. And kind in ways I don’t deserve.”

Rhodey smiled. “Then tell her. Everything else can wait.”

~~~

More days passed and Tony kept stopping himself before telling you anything. And with each passing day, you get braver. Your touches get more confident and your kisses grow longer. Tony always let you make the first move, always willing to go with what you can give.

Currently, you were both seated on the couch in your studio, making out. Tony’s hands were resting gently on your waist, thumbs brushing over the curve of your hips over your clothes. You kissed him hard, deeper, and for a moment, it’s breathless. But then, your whole body tensed. You flinched and pulled back like you’d been burned, eyes wide, chest rising too fast. Tony’s hands instantly dropped, palms open, nonthreatening.

“Hey— Hey,” he tried, “it’s okay.”

You pressed your into the corner of the couch, arms curling tightly around yourself. “I’m sorry— I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—“

“You don’t have to apologize.”

“I can’t—“ You were practically gasping now. “I—I thought I could… but I can’t. I just… I can’t go further than that, I—“

“Hey. It’s okay.”

You shook your head, eyes glossy. “You’re going to think I’m broken again… You’re gonna leave.”

Tony shifted closer slightly, eyes locked on yours. He reached out carefully, just enough to cradle your head in his hands, thumbs brushing against your skin. “Look at me.” You reluctantly did. “I don’t need anything more than what you can give. If all we ever do is make out on your pottery-splattered couch like hormone-riddled teenagers, I’ll die a happy man.” You let out a shaky, broken laugh. “I’m series. This? This is enough. You are enough.” 

You opened your mouth to speak— maybe to argue, maybe to cry— but Tony cut in, his forehead just barely resting against yours now.

“And if it helps… I love you.” You stilled. “I didn’t expect it. But it’s true. I love you, Y/N. And that doesn’t come with conditions.

A tear slipped down your cheek. “I don’t know what to say,” you whispered.

“You don’t have to say anything. I just needed you to know.”

You leaned into his touch. You were still trembling, but you were letting him ground you. “I do care… so much it scared me.”

“I know. Me too.” The two of you remained like that until your breathing went back to normal. “Why don’t we head to bed? I already have a movie picked out for tonight. I can even sleep on top of the covers tonight if that helps.”

You shook your head. “No… Like… I don’t want you to hold me yet, but I… I need to feel your warmth.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Whatever you need, honey.”

~~~

You pulled Yelena aside the next morning, once Tony went to work in his office. You sat outside on the steps with her.

“Last night… Tony and I…” you slowly began, still trying to put your thoughts together. “We were making out… I panicked. I pulled away.”

“I’ll murder that man if he—”

“Stop, Yelena. It wasn’t him. It’s just… Brock. My father. What they said. What… what they did… It all came back at once and suddenly I couldn’t breathe.” Yelena nodded, waiting for you to continue. “Tony didn’t get mad. He didn’t even flinch. He just held my face and told me that we never have to go further than making out. Like… ever. And then he said it.”

“Said what?”

“That he loves me.”

“About damn time.”

“What?”

“Y/N, I love you, but you’ve been oblivious to his feelings for you. It’s been obvious to the rest of us for a while now.”

“Well, I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t say it back.”

“Do you want to say it?”

“I… I think so. I just… I didn’t think someone like Tony could ever mean that. Not to me.”

“Y/N, that man is a goner. We’ve all seen the way he looks at you. And the way you look at him? You’re more than halfway there already.”

“I’m just scared… what if I can’t give him what he deserves?”

“You’re already giving him more than most people could. You trust him. That’s huge in our world.”

“I want to be able to love him the right way.”

“There’s no ‘right’ way. There’s only your way. And he’s already chosen it. You don’t have to rush anything. Just… don’t run from it either.”

~~~

Tony could tell that something was on your mind as you kept glancing at him from where he was working in his corner of your studio. He hasn’t brought up what he said the night before. He hasn’t asked you for anything. But you feel it. Finally, with an exhale, you wiped your hands on a towel and walked towards him.

“Tony?” You said softly.

“Yes, dear?” He looked up immediately, as if he had been waiting for you to speak up the whole time.

You hesitated, tugging at your apron. “Can we… uh… can we talk for a second?”

“Of course. Do you want me to sit or go to—“

“Just stay there, please.” You walked over to stand in front of his small table, arms crossed nervously in front of you. “I’ve been thinking a lot about what you said. About… loving me.”

“You don’t have to say anything back. I meant it, and I don’t need anything from you—“

“I want to say something though… I don’t know if I’m ready to say it like you did. Not yet. But when you said it… it didn’t scare me in the way I thought it would. It made me feel… steady. Like maybe I could actually be something whole again, not just something that survived.” You took a deep breath. “When you look at me, I don’t feel ruined. And that means more than I know how to explain. I still get scared, I still have moments where I freeze or spiral or need space. But I also know… I want to come back to you ever time. I want to choose this.”

Tony’s breath caught, but he doesn’t speak. Doesn’t dare to move. You finally met his eyes.

“I’m not running,” you continued. “Not from this. Not from you. I care about you in a way I’ve never felt before. You’re safe. You’re mine. And one day, I want to be able to say all of it— everything. But for now… I just need you to know that I’m staying. With you.”

Tony’s eyes shone with tears as he carefully moved around to stand in front of you. His hands moved to cup your face so gently, you nearly collapsed. His forehead rested against yours.

“You did say it,” he whispered. “In every way that matters.”

Your hands curled into the front of his shirt as you leaned in. You kissed him— slow, sure, trembling, but no panic. Only trust. Only choice.

~~~

Months later… the car is idling in the long driveway, Steve and Yelena already sitting in the front. Natasha and Bucky are in the car behind them, waiting for them to move. Tony stepped out of the house in a perfectly tailored suit, sleek and dark, nerves swimming in his gut. His hand brushed over his inside jacket pocket where the ring he made for you is. 

He turned back towards the door, where you emerged. You looked ethereal. You hold onto a clutch but paused your steps before meeting him.

“Wait— I forgot something,” you said, spinning around. “It’ll just take a second.”

Tony chuckled softly. “We’ve got time.”

You shot him a smile before rushing to your studio where you left the keychain you made for Tony. You go to turn around when you get whacked in the head, knocking you out.

~~~

Tony leaned against the car, tugging at his sleeve cuffs. He glanced at his watch again. Three minutes. Then— a sharp pop. His head snapped up and his gut twisted. Smoke, curling up above the house.”

“No,” he rasped. “No, no—“

Tony was already sprinting before his panic fully hit, heart hammering lungs forgetting how to breathe.

“Y/N!” He shouted, barreling toward the front door. The others are jumping out of the cars.

Just as Tony got close, a small explosion shuddered the entryway, glass shattering outward. The scent of burning wood and chemicals hit him hard. He stumbled back, coughing.

“Y/N!” He shouted again.

Then his phone buzzed. He pulled it out and immediately grew cold.

Pepper: You should have been more been more careful.

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[m-kyun]

Bleeding Heart (Jason Todd x Reader)

"Hey now, I'm already injured. No need to hurt my feelings, too."

Part 5:

"You're not very good at your job. Ever think about becoming an accountant or something?"

You laugh at the light banter. Tending to Red Hood's injuries has become a regular thing now. Though you feel like you've been seeing him more often than not. Even if you don't feel comfortable calling him a friend, his company has become something you're familiar with.

"Seriously, though. You've been getting hurt pretty often. It feels like I see you every other night now."

"I have a dangerous job, angel." He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly. "Don't tell me you're getting tired of me already?!" He mocks disbelief as he holds his face in his hands.

You don't bother holding back your amused laugh. You've grown accustomed to his flirtatious remarks. Though you still threaten to skin him should he ever enter your bedroom again.

Red Hood smiles at your reaction. It fills him with a certain pride being able to get you to laugh. "Alright, so if you're not tired of me, are you by chance concerned for me?"

You roll your eyes at him. "Of course I am."

Red Hood feels his heart quicken to your response. Unbeknownst to you, he's become addicted to your kindness. He's never come across someone so sincere. He's never had anyone look at him the way you do, without pity or fear. In a filthy city full of scum and opportunists, here you are, hidden away in your apartment.

"As sweet as ever." His voice is low, the comment more for himself than you.

"Did you say something?"

"Nope." He says it dismissively, not yet ready to tread that line with you. He walks over to your side to watch you as you move about the kitchen. "Whatcha doin'?"

"I'm gonna make a late-night snack. Why, you want some?"

He chuckles, appreciative of your offer, but gestures to his helmet. "Can't, not unless you wanna wear a blind fold around me while we eat."

"Sure, do you have something I can put over my eyes?" Red Hood goes still at your response. He almost can't help the excitement in his voice.

"Really?"

"Well, you're hungry, right? It'd be wrong to let you leave hungry when I can make you something to eat." He watches as you plate two sandwiches.

He takes a roll of bandages from nearby. "This work?" You give him a quick nod and place the plates on the table. "Alright, blindfold me."

He chuckles darkly before unrolling the bandage. He watches as you close your eyes and leave yourself at his mercy. 'Oh y/n. You're making this hard for me.'

With your loss of sight, the rest of your senses are heightened. You gasp lightly when you feel his fingers tuck strands of hair behind your ear. "Stay still." His command sends a shiver down your spine.

Maybe this wasn't a good idea. You're painfully aware of every breath he takes. His closeness, the smell of gunpowder on his clothes, the heat radiating off of him. You feel self conscious being this close to him.

You feel the bandage lightly overlapping your eyes. His fingers lightly brush past your hair, arms slowly encircling your head as he goes for a second pass.

Red's eyes never leave your face. He watches as your face slowly reddens, takes note of the change in your breathing, and he can feel how shy you are. He takes his time with the bandage, relishing the moment.

His eyes linger on your lips. His jaw tightens as he fights the urge to see if you taste as sweet as you act. When he finishes securing your blindfold, he carefully sets the roll down. He reaches behind his helmet to release the latch. And when he lays his eyes on you again, it's Jason Todd drinking in the sight of you.

His hand reaches up to caress your face but stops a hairsbreadth away. 'I want to touch her.'

"Am I all set?" Your voice snaps him out of his trance, and he clears his throat to regain his composure.

"Yeah, you're good."

Goosebumps rise on your skin at his voice. Without the voice modifier on his mask, you realize that his real voice is low and sultry. You blush fiercely, hearing his voice for the first time, and so close to your face. You stumble backwards in a small panic, tripping over yourself.

He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. His voice is gravelly and hot on your skin. You feel his chest vibrate slightly as he lets out a low chuckle. He whispers, lips lightly brushing against your ear, "Careful, angel. Don't fall."

A shaky gasp leaves your lips as he whispers in your ear. It's all too much. The heat radiating from his body, his arm firmly holding you against him, and his lips so close to your neck.

Red doesn't miss the small noise that escapes you. It urges him on, clouding his judgment. He lets his lips graze your skin, from your cheek to your jawline, and finally your neck.

You moan out, hands finding a shaky hold on his shoulders as his lips trail fire against your skin.

A groan escapes him at the sweet sound of your voice. His self-restraint snaps as he pushes you against your kitchen counter, caging you against him. He crashes his lips against yours, hunger and need taking over as he savors the taste of you.

His kiss is deep and searing. You return it with equal fervor. He groans into the kiss. He wants more. More than you can handle.

He keeps his hands on the edges of the counter, knuckles white as he fights to regain his composure. He lets out a grunt before finally breaking the kiss. You're both breathless, struggling to catch your breath.

He takes in the sight of you, breathless and disheveled. 'She looks so beautiful like this.'

He runs his fingers through his hair before grabbing his helmet. "Sorry, angel, I shouldn't have done that."

You hear the window open. Then silence. You slip the blindfold off to see the two sandwiches still on the table. You lean back against the counter, fingers tracing your lips.

For once, you wished he had crossed the threshold into your bedroom.

[deer-prongs]

//imma tag whoever i remember in this, feel free to participate even if you arent tagged though ALSO I DID NOT READ THIS ADTER WRITING SO THERE WILL MOST PROBABLY BE ERRORS just go with it// @why-am-i-the-one-drowning @killerbeecj @br1ghtest---star @ uhhh oops. I dont remeber. Okie, anyways, feel free to tag people in the comments if you remeber their url

TW: uh self harm, not really graphic though. If you squint you might see something with an eating disorder, not purposeful though. Kinda, like, a panic attack? Maybe? Idk. Also, it feel very criptic sooo uh, yea.

James lets out a sigh as he colapses on his bed after class. Care of Magical creature had just let out after a test about the evolution of Magical creature compared to the evolution of Non-magic creatures with similar ancestry and he was 100% sure he failed it. His grades have been declining throughout the past couple weeks and every time his parent’s called him he hated every lie that came out of his mouth.

He can’t seem to stop lying though.

First to his parents about his school work,

then his teachers about needing to go to the bathroom

then to his friends about, well, frankly everything

And now to Regulus.

Well, he didn’t lie entirely. He truly did have a shitty day yesterday. But he’d been having a shitty day almost every day recently. Yesterday he was just especially out of it. His friends noticed it, too. Asking why he wasn’t eating at lunch, “oh, i just really need to finish this late work, i’ll bring something with me back to the dorm, don’t worry”. Asking why had so much late work, “i dont know! The teachers have just been giving so much homework don’t you think?? And all on the same week too! It’s ridiculous!” Asking why he didn’t participate in the conversation, “oh, sorry! I just don’t have much to add, really.” Asking why he was staring at his desk, “what mate? Oh, yea, i’m just really tired. Not even sure why.” Asking what was wrong with his thigh “just really sore from practice is all. Don’t worry, i’ll stretch it out later.” Asking what he was doing, “just gotta go take a piss is all.” Asking where he was going, “I just need a break is all. School has been giving me such a headache, a breath of fresh air and run will do me good.”

And then Regulus.

He had followed him all the way into the forest. James had hoped to be alone, but seeing his boyfriend was nice. Being able to cry into his shoulder and hug him had helped.

But clearly not enough.

Because now he was laying on his bed, looking directly at the bathroom door, the small container in his pocket weighing heavily.

Another sigh.

another rub to his thigh.

A pulsing in his wrist.

Oh. That was new

He’d never felt to need to cut there.

He looked down at the smooth skin, pressing in just where Reg had kissed the day before.

BaDum

BaDum

BaDum

pulsed under his fingers as images pulsed in his head.

the flowing of blood out of a small line

BaDum

a blade slowing slicing through the skin

BaDum

a crimson river going down his arm

BaDum

down his leg

BaDum

spilling put faster

BaDum

as more cuts we sliced into the skin

BaDum

metal to flesh

BaDum

metal to flesh

BaDum

metal to flesh

BaDum

His hand flew away from the pressure point

Blinking away to clear his thoughts, he stood up, putting his hand in his pocket and the other on the door knob.

Twist

Pull

Step

Step

Step

His head felt just as clouded as it was yesterday. Thick cotton blocking his thought from his body. Holding on to the railing to not fall, he made his way down to the common room. And out of the common room. Not sure where he was going. Not even sure if he was going somewhere.

He made it somewhere though.

Specifically he made it to a small room in the first floor of hogwarts. He had found it while making the map, but decided it was too small to tell the others about. He had forgot about it since then.

Well, apparently not.

He let out a shaky breath and sat down on the cold, dusty floor. Wrapping his arms around his body and feeling pathetic while doing so.

. . .

. . .

Don’t

a nail dug into his wrist,

Don’t

pulled at his skin,

Don’t

and let go.

the wrist made his way to his mouth,

teeth dug into the skin,

and let go.

Deep breath in

Deep breath out

Deep breath in

Deep breath out- of fuck this

Small blade out

Small blade in

Small blade moved across his skin

nothing

nothing

red

blood

blade

nothing

red

blood

blade

nothing

red

blood

pain

pain

pain

sigh

[plaidpajamallama]

Like laundry Rhea Ripley X Jey Uso

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Summary: One day Rhea goes to the gym with Jey and can’t focus

tumblr exclusive request by anon

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Rhea was sitting on the couch, her dog Bella lying under her arm, while she scrolled through Instagram.

She flipped through her stories. Damian posted about the Yankees—as always.

Naomi posted multiple pictures of herself in her newest gear.

She clicked the screen again.

Her whole body got hot as a video of Jey doing knee raises played.

He was in all black, his chain shining under the bright gym lights.

Even in a hoodie she could see his muscles flexing from holding himself up in the air with ease.

She subconsciously licked her lips as the video played again.

He has been going crazy in the gym lately with mania getting closer and closer, and it was starting to drive her crazy.

Bella’s ears perked up before jumping off the couch and rushing towards the stairs.

Hey, hey, he bent down, petting the top of Bella’s head.

Aye, Mama, he called out, trying to get her attention, but got nothing.

He pushed past Bella, walking over to the couch, her following after him, tail wagging.

Mama, what are you doing? He came up behind her, leaning over the back of the couch.

She clicked her phone off, setting it in her lap. Nothing. She looked back at him. What’s up?

She noticed he was wearing a black compression shirt that hugged his muscles tight; his gray sweats hung low off his hips, the grillz in his mouth matching the chain around his neck, both simple but still enough to make her lose it.

I’m going to go to the gym? He said he caught her eyeing him up and down, making him grin.

You good, Mama?

She snapped out of it, meeting his gaze. Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. She said nervously, her face lighting up like a tomato, What did you say before?

He chuckled. I’m going to gym. Do you want to come?

Yeah, let me change first. She hopped up off the couch, stepping over Bella, her knees feeling a little weak.

——

She was taking a rest between her sets of bicep curls, looking at herself in the mirrors that lined the wall of the gym.

She was wearing a Darc Sport dark camo shirt and a matching pair of shorts with her beat-up low-top Vans.

She glanced over at Jey, who was on the ground doing his third round of push-ups.

His phone set up in front of him, catching her in the background.

Fuck, he looks bloody good! She said to herself, pulling her hair back into a ponytail and then letting it fall across her shoulder blades.

She had so many ideas running through her head, none of them involving actually working out, maybe another form of cardio though.

She took her bottom lip between her teeth before looking away quickly as he finished up his set, sitting on the ground pushing his hair out of his face.

Alright, let’s see what you all have been talking’ about. He leaned into the phone, reading the chat.

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Themessiah67: Oh, it’s over for Gunther

DivaDiana: Damn, Jey! 😮‍💨

Tribenightmare: I know, right! Rhea is very lucky

Crashoutuso: So lucky 🫦

FearlessKim: Y’all simping in these comments like he can’t see us 😂

Power99: Gunther's going to get dog-walked

Your stepdad: Yup, his days are numbered

Themessiah67: Someone peep Rhea in the back? 😂

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He laughed. Damn, it's been a minute since I did this, huh? Forgot how y’all be acting on here, he laughed again, this one deeper, flashing his grillz. I appreciate it, though, uce.

I would argue I’m the lucky one. Y’all see her? He pointed behind him to her. Shit, I’m trying to get like that, uce, he smiled, standing up off the ground.

She did her little wave to the camera as she continued her set, trying to stay focused.

Jey grabbed two 40-pound dumbbells from the rack, backing up to make sure he was in frame before starting to do a set of hammer curls.

His eyes caught the chat going faster; he laughed to himself, not thinking much of it.

She put her dumbbells back down on the rack, her hair falling in front of her pinkish face, her knees feeling weaker.

God, get a grip. She thought, Focus, focus, focus. She repeated the phrase in her head over and over, hoping it would help.

Fuck! Jey groaned, his arms starting to burn, each rep getting harder, groaning and grunting with every one after that, sending a shiver through her body.

She looked over at him, watching him through the mirror.

Beads of sweat were rolling down his forehead, his muscles popping, tattoos glistening with sweat.

She tripped over her own feet, falling onto one of the benches, the noise getting the attention of some of the other gym-goers.

Hey, Mama, are you good? Jey’s head whipped around, putting down his weights and going over to her.

Yeah, I’m fine, just… tripped, her face turning a darker shade of red as he helped her up

Are you sure you're good, Mama? He's pushing some of her hair back behind her ear.

Yeah, I’m fine, baby. She tried to pull herself together but was doing horribly at it.

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Mamiforpresident: Homegirl is struggling 😂

Crashoutuso: 😂 Hey, I get it; my knees would be weak too

Star-Dusty: She’s so real for that

Themessiah67: She is!

UceyUma: So she’s doing better than me; I would have folded already🤭

Themessiah67: If he came up to me like that, oh, most definitely

Thatgirl25: The live would have ended right there 😂😮‍💨

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You don’t look fine. You look a little wobbly. He grinned, noticing what was wrong with her.

I’m—I’m fine. She said her face was getting warmer.

Mm-hmm, well, why don’t you sit down? Let me get your water bottle; you look really thirsty, he teased, sitting her down.

Hey! She hit his shoulder, getting more flustered.

What? He said with mocking innocence, stepping away from her.

She hid her face with her hands, suddenly remembering that they were still live.

She was so embarrassed that she lost control like that; she fell in front of everyone, getting so distracted by him.

She leaned back against the bench whose back was raised up.

Jey walked past his phone on the ground back over to her gently slapped her thigh, getting her attention.

She pulled her hands from her face, looking up at him, immediately giggling and blushing so hard.

What did I do now? He laughed with her.

Be all hot and sweaty. She said between her giggles, pushing him back away from her he didn’t move, just laughed harder.

Watching me work out getting you all hot and bothered, Mama? He said, hushed, his teasing only being heard by her.

She looked away before she did something she shouldn’t.

Huh? He hooked a finger under her chin, forcing her to look at him. Got you all—the rest of his words were muffled by her hand.

Jey—her eyes were wide, looking up at him with a small grin. One, you're in the gym, and two, you're still live.

He looked over, seeing his phone on the floor against a mirror going crazy. He completely forgot he playfully rolled his eyes, moving away from her over to it.

He picked it up off the ground, scanning the chat, seeing they were just talking about them.

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Tribenightmare: I feel like we’re interrupting something 🫣

FearlessKim: Shh, if we’re quiet, they won’t notice🤫

Your stepdad: Oh, she folded (same girl)

Star-Dusty: Crazy how long it took her. I wonder if she folded instantly

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He laughed. Y’all are wild, and this is fun, but we’re going to get going.

The chat filled with awes" and boos, not wanting them to leave.

He kneeled down next to Rhea so she was in frame with him.

Aww, we’re be back, guys. Rhea said, leaning towards his shoulder, getting more in frame. Don’t be sad; I’ll make sure he does it again.

She will; she’s real bossy. He said, earning a punch to the shoulder, I’m not bossy!

Mm-hmm, yeah, sure. Anyway, we’re about to go. We’ll see y’all again. Deuces, uces, he said, doing a little yeet.

Bye, my little mosherz. She did her little wave till next time.

He slipped his phone in his pocket, standing up.

Oh, bloody hell, she said, her thumb between her teeth.

Jey used the end of his shirt to wipe his face off, revealing his toned stomach and pecs, both dripping with sweat.

He could wipe his face all he wanted, but the smirk on it wouldn’t leave.

He dropped his shirt back down, looking at her like he didn’t just do that. You good? He asked with a smirk.

Fuck you, she retorted, standing up and starting to walk off.

Mmm, isn’t that the goal, Mama? He said following after her.

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I locked in and finally finished one of the many requests I have but hey we’re get to the rest at some point you know 😆🖤

[duskvsdawn]

soooo... i see the kaelix fics, i love the kaelix fics, i eat them up 🤤 but they got me thinking of more dom!kaelix, so if at all possible prompts 29 and 40 with him? 👀🫶

≫A/N: Hey, you got it :) I decided to kinda make this a part 5 to the puppy play series. You can check all the other parts in my masterlist here!

Content: dom!kaelix and sub!reader, smut, female reader, reader is wearing a leash and other puppy accessories, reader gives Kaelix a blowjob, Kaelix puts reader in a mating press, reader gets overstimulated to hell and back and oops Kaelix does it to himself too but he acts unphased even if he is trying his best to compose himself, Kaelix chokes reader, Kaelix has a dacryphilia kink, this is just filth enter at your own risk

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That's right, pup, cry some more for me

Zeal would be out of town for a few days, so that meant that you and Kaelix would be home alone for a bit. In the last few weeks, the three of you have done quite a bit of puppy play, and all of you enjoyed it a lot. But now that Kaelix had you to himself, he really wanted to try and dom you for once. You wouldn't let him do that often, but he thought it was worth trying. Those who don't ask will always have "no" for an answer, after all.

You were cooking some dinner for your boyfriend that the two of you would be enjoying in front of the tv while you would be watching a series that you had gotten really invested in. When you finished making dinner, you brought two plates to the living room and put them down on the coffee table. While you watched your series, you enjoyed dinner as you were talking about how incredibly dumb some of the characters were being.

After you had finished dinner and watching the episode, you headed to the kitchen to do today's dishes. You were washing them, and Kaelix helped you by drying them and putting them away. After both of you finished your task, Kaelix suddenly stood behind you and wrapped his arms around your middle while he put his head on your shoulder. "You know... There is something I have been wanting to do to you all day," your boyfriend finally admitted, his lustful thoughts clouding his mind and his body reacting accordingly. You could feel his hard-on pressed against your lower back, and you turned your head around to kiss him. "Oh? And what's that?" you asked in between kisses, growing ever more curious about what he could possibly want to do to you. "Just follow me, babe," the bouncer said as he held out his hand for you, and you happily followed him upstairs.

You plopped down on the bed after undressing, since you knew for a fact he was going to ask you to do so anyway. "Seems like someone is eager to please her master," Kaelix chuckled as he was rummaging in your favourite cabinet, getting all the puppy toys out of there. When he walked back to the bed, toys in hand, you were trying your best to hold back your laughter. Him, master? No way in hell you would let him dom you that easily. On the other hand, you knew he had been trying to do this for a while now, so to be nice, you decided to play along for now.

"Hmm, what's on your mind, master?" you feigned innocence as he put the leash around your neck after he put the headband with puppy ears on your head. "On all fours, pup." the bouncer said while he impatiently moved the buttplug with puppy tail from one hand to the other. "I don't think so. You have to do better than that." you chuckled as you kept sitting on your ass, not giving him any access to the hole that buttplug was supposed to go in. Kaelix knew you were going to be a little brat about it, but he wasn't going to give up so easily.

"If you're not listening, you're not getting any until Zeal comes back. And I know you can't wait that long because you're a needy bitch for our cocks, aren't you now, slut?" the bouncer said as a smirk appeared on his face. A blush spread onto your cheeks; you couldn't deny you had always been needy for them. So, for now, you decided to comply and see what else he had up his sleeves. You sighed and got on all fours, looking over your shoulder as Kaelix's hand got closer to your ass. He slowly pushed the tail into your ass, and you let out a low moan in return. That pesky smirk on his face only grew, and you hated to admit that it kind of turned you on to see your boyfriend so confident.

Kaelix started taking off his clothes, and then he lay down on the bed. "Come closer, my dear puppy. Put that mouth to good use, will you?" your master said as his hand reached around to pull on the leash connected to the collar. He pulled your head closer to his dick, and you got the hint, but you wanted to be bratty for a little longer. "Nah, I don't feel like it. You'll have to ask me nicely," you said as you were the one smirking now. "I don't take orders from such a needy whore. Don't you remember what I told you? Listen to me, or you're not getting any, got it?" the bouncer said as his hand took hold of your head and he pushed you closer to his dick. You rolled your eyes so hard it almost gave you a headache, and you started kitten licking the tip.

After some encouraging moans from your boyfriend, you took the entire tip in your mouth and swirled your tongue around it as you occasionally played with the slit. It was starting to leak more and more precum the longer you kept going, and seeing your boyfriend so wet for you made you wet in return. You started taking him deeper as your hands played with his balls, drawing such delicious moans from your boyfriend. Getting head was definitely one of his favourite things ever, and you knew exactly what things he would need to get a mind-blowing orgasm. You took him all the way, his pubic hair tickling your nose every time his dick slid all the way down your throat. The bouncer could really not hold back his sounds of pleasure now, and they motivated you once more. You started moving faster as your hands kept playing with his balls. You looked up at him through your lashes, and the look on his face made you absolutely drenched now. His arm was draped over his eyes as those delicious moans kept spilling from his mouth, while you could see his blush spreading to his neck. You knew he only needed a little bit more, so you kneaded his balls a little harder as you sped up again. His other hand was holding fistfuls of your hair as the muscles in his stomach started to spasm and his thighs started to tremble, signalling the approach of his orgasm. You kept the tip in your mouth as your hand worked the base, greedily awaiting the spurts of cum that would be entering your mouth soon. With both his hands in your hair now, he released into your mouth with a loud moan. After you had worked him through his orgasm, his head fell back on the pillow as a satisfied, long moan left his mouth.

You crawled up to eye level and lay down next to him. "Did I do okay, master?" you asked with a giggle as you looked at the fucked out bliss that was his face. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck, that was perfect, pup. Gimme a minute to recover from that, okay?" your boyfriend said as one hand weaved through your hair lazily as you put your head on his chest to give him some kisses there. He knew he had to man up if he wanted to properly dom you, though. Cause right now, you were in control, and both of you knew that.

After he took a few minutes to recover, he flipped you onto your back. "Now then. It's time for the full course meal. Get ready, pup. You're in for a long night," your boyfriend said with newfound confidence. He knew that he would be just as overstimulated by the end of the night, but he was okay with that. He put you into a mating press as you bit your lower lip. You were getting impatient, you just wanted him to enter you already and fuck you into oblivion. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders to pull him impossibly closer, begging him without words to please just get on with it already, and luckily for you, he understood the hint.

The bouncer slowly pushed into you, and both of you moaned at unison. It felt so good to finally have him where you wanted him most that it made your eyes roll back as he immediately set a brutal pace. He was trying his best to try and stay composed and stay the dominant one, but he hated that he just kept moaning your name over and over in between whimpers and whines. He couldn't help it; it just felt that good to him! His brutal pace never relented, staying the same until both of you got closer to your orgasm. "Kaelix, p-please! Wanna cum, please!" you moaned as you pulled him closer for a hungry and sloppy French kiss. "You'll have to do some more to get to cum, my precious puppy. Start by barking, will you?" the bouncer said as he really tried to not sound any more whiny than you, that would be really embarrassing for him. "N-no! I can't do that! Too embarrassing!" you whimpered as you clawed at the bouncer's back, knowing full well you'd need a tiny bit more help from him to get there.

And then, he stopped altogether. A desperate whimper left your mouth, and you pouted at him. "If you want to cum, you know what you have to do, pup," Kaelix said as he left a gentle kiss on your forehead. You sighed, weighing the options in your head. You decided to set all your shame aside for now and complied. "Wruff, arf, bork!" you barked, and that satisfied the bouncer as he immediately picked up that brutal pace again. "Keep barking until you cum." he demanded, so that's what you did. You kept barking for him, your orgasm rushing back to you at a rapid pace. Your boyfriend angled his hips downwards so his dick would be rubbing against your clit with every move of his hips. Your barks were mixed with desperate whimpers now, that delicious edge was so damn close... And then, it snapped. Your vision sparked white as you came so hard that you squirted all over your boyfriend's dick, who followed soon after.

But his dick stayed firm inside you. And after he rode out his orgasm, he picked up the pace once more, overstimulating both of you to no end for many rounds to come. "W-wait! Kaelix, wait! Let's-let's take a break!" you whined, but it seems your boyfriend has suddenly gone deaf, except he hasn't. He was listening to every needy sound you were making. He gave you orgasm after orgasm, and fat globs of tears kept spilling from your eyes as the overstimulation became more and more with each passing round. He decided to test your limits just a little more as one hand snaked over to your neck and gently wrapped around it, such a sharp contrast to his harsh thrusts. He looked at you questioningly, and since you were already ruined anyway, what would a tiny bit more matter? You nodded, and the bouncer started closing his hand around your throat bit by bit. Your tears spilt even more freely now as you struggled to breathe, but he wouldn't allow you to actually pass out. He had done this before, so he knew exactly how far he could go. "That's right, pup. Cry for me. Show me those beautiful tears of yours," the bouncer said as he continued to fight his own overstimulation. He could tell you were getting closer once more, and he decided that would be the final orgasm for the night since he had already ripped so many from you. Your eyes rolled back into your skull as the most intense orgasm of the night washed over you. The bouncer knew that this was the time to release your neck, letting fresh air filled with the smell of sex into your lungs. With just a few more thrusts, your boyfriend released inside of you one final time. He was pretty much spurting water at this point, but god, he could never get enough of your pussy.

The bouncer collapsed on top of you, struggling just as hard to breathe as you were. And then...

"Well, well, well... Seems like you two really enjoyed each other, huh?" Zeal said as he entered the bedroom. "Oh my fucking god?! How long have you been listening? What are you doing home already?!" you asked as a blush appeared on your face. "Long enough, darling. I would ask for a favour from such a good puppy, but you look spent, so I will spare you," the bartender said with a chuckle as he undressed and plopped down next to both of you to go to sleep along with you. Maybe you would be willing for some more action in the morning.

[angelicbrats]

I think I’d like to put you on a leash. Attach it to my desk while I work. Listen to the muffled sounds of your moans and the even fainter hints of the vibrator I put inside you. Play with the settings of it when I’m bored of the spread sheet in front of me. Smile and chuckle at the whines and whimpers that escape you when I turn it a bit too high. Hush you with gentle fingers through your hair because I don’t want anyone else hearing you. Pull you into my lap after that final meeting to inspect your gorgeous cunt. See how wet it’s gotten for me. Remove the toy just so I could see if you could take more of my fingers than you did before we started. If you’d been good, I’d bend you right over the desk and make you cum on my strap and tongue until you couldn’t hold yourself up. If you were..not so good, I think I’d still bend you over the desk. Redden that pretty ass of yours because you knew that was the consequence. Edge you over and over and over again until..lol. You couldn’t hold yourself up. And then I fix dinner, we eat, we shower, we cuddle, we nap. What do you think?

holy shit i just woke up and this is the first thing i read… oh my god im dying. ah this is uhm not fair. which one do i want, need, more? holy fuck.

feeling the tightness of the collar around my neck, a symbol of commitment and gratitude, as i kneel at your desk. will i be able to stay still? probably not with a vibrator between my legs. whining everything you turn it up, or down. wiggling in my spot. melting under your touch, fingers through my hair, whimpering as you hush me. how many of your fingers do you think i can take huh? how many do i beg for you to put inside me before i start whining and become a little frustrated. how relieved ill be when i feel your strap inside me after that final meeting. the sounds ill make, bent over your desk, pushing everything off as i grab for things. cumming on your tongue? yummy. or, if i can’t get quiet, can’t behave myself. begging, make sure to whine and whimper when you have your microphone on. just to have you bend me over and take your own frustration out on my pretty pale skin. im sure you’ll make me remember the consequences for next time huh? listen to me beg and beg to cum, to let me finish, to stop please.

and after, when you’re finished and satisfied with the colour of my skin, the dripping of my core and the mess of a girl i am, ill feel safe, curled up in your arms. <3

this anon brought me JOYYYY and very horny thoughts. whoever you are, stick around. pick an emoji and tell me your prounons huh?

[oldbutchdanielcraig]

What's the thing with the glasses in Queer? The way Eugene put his on the bed and they fall when he's in the throes of passion. I feel like there's a thing.

okay I Personally feel like it's just Luca's filmmaking style because one thing about that guy is he looooooves to cut away to an environmental detail during a sex scene. and I can't blame him! I think focusing on details of the environment and the objects surrounding makes the whole thing more lush and intimate and interesting. there's even a brief cutaway when he takes Lee's glasses off and tosses them to the side.

in this first scene it happens kind of after the understanding that they're going to have sex/Allerton starts undressing, but I also think it's establishing this pattern of. like basically Allerton has these really tiny little tells of consent and encouragement. ie in the scene where they're reading at sunset Lee is already kind of restless and Allerton closes his book first to indicate it's okay for Lee to make a pass at him. especially because we don't get a direct look into Allerton's mind and the movie has to walk this balance between showing reciprocity but ultimately leaving the audience with Lee's feeling that Allerton didn't reciprocate it's like. soooo much of it is told in these little moments. that's not directly connected to the scene you're talking about but I feel like those little moments permeate the movie's atmosphere in a way I really like. so that's what I feel like the thing is! but also would be curious to know if anybody else has a take.

[iryonin]

✿ + karin 😈

PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP. @shegore, accepting.

bold for things i could definitely see or want;   italics for things i could see or am unsure of; striked-out for things i don’t want or cannot see.

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends   /   work buddies or coworkers   /   family friends   /   friends with benefits   /   smoking buddies   /   adventure buddies   /   fake friends   /   recently friends   /   party buddies   /   friendship of need   /   dying friendship   /   circumstantial friendship   /   partners in crime   /   old friendship   /   [your muse]   is the good influence   /   [your muse]   is the bad influence   /   [my muse]   is the good influence   /   [my muse]   is the bad influence   /   opposites attract   /   ride or die   /   frenemies   /   roommates or flatmates   /   penpals   /   exes to friends   /   enemies to friends   /   other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts   /   [your muse is mines]   childhood crush   /   [my muse is yours]   childhood crush   /   exes   /   exes to lovers   /   forbidden lovers   /   highschool sweethearts   /   secret relationship   /   opposites attract   /   long distance   /   unrequited   [from your muses side]   /   unrequited   [from my muses side]   /   unrequited   [from both sides]   /   skinny love   /   friends to lovers   /   enemies to lovers   /   spurious relationship   /   power couple   /   newly entered   /   soulmates   [metaphorical]   /   soulmates   [literal]   /   awkward   /   turning toxic   /   toxic love   /   cheating   [on your muse]   /   cheating   [with your muse]   /   other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings   [half]   /   siblings   [step]   /   [my muse]   is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure   /   [my muse]   is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse   /   [my muse]   is a parental figure to yours   /   [my muse]   is a child figure to your muse   /   guardian figure   /   legal guardian   /   adoptive child   /   foster child   /   [your muse]   is taken under mines wing   /   [my muse]   is taken under yours wing   /   other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other   /   dangerous to others   /   unpredictable   /   rivals   /   petty   /   developing into sexual or romantic tension   /   based off family matters   /   based of off circumstance   /   based of professional matters   /   based off misunderstanding or lies   /   conflict of ideology   /   betrayal   /   hero - villain dynamic   /   enemies   /   fight club   /   friends turned enemies   /   lovers turned enemies   /   exes turned enemies   /   other 

[orcelito]

OKAY i fixed the most glaring canon inconsistency for ITNL that i discovered last night

which is. the fact that i fully thought the final battle happened in December. but turns out it happened in Octovern!

idr if they mentioned it outright that they were heading there, but they mentioned "humanity's last stand" in December so. i just. fully thought that's where everything happened. but then Meryl mentions Octovern at the end & i double checked and. yea it sure says Octovern on the wiki lmfao.

i'll have to read thru it more carefully (i wasn't exactly reading too closely for details yesterday) to figure out Exactly what the fuck is going on with the locations here. but for now, every reference to the final battle in ITNL has been changed to Octovern

sigh.

[madamechrissy]

Escort! Satoru- part one

Pairings- Escort Satoru Gojo x shy CEO F! reader

Warnings- eventually explicit sex, freaky but fluffy- this part- obsessed ass/whipped ass Gojo, mentions of sex, Satoru jerking off, whimpering (bc ofc) he becomes a little Yan tbh, Satoru half ass pleasing a client but he can't get you off his mind hehe, pretty woman vibes 🤭

Finished <3

Part two>>>

Escort! Satoru who doesn't just sleep with any client, no he's picky certainly, he gets to be at this caliber, of the most notorious escort there is. Some women he'll help get off with his fingers, some he'll only let suck his cock deep in their throat, some very lucky ones he'll actually fuck, bent over crying out his name. No matter what however, they were always pleased, he has the best rating there even is on his site.

Escort! Satoru only takes jobs and clients that he feels like, he's the most popular person on this app, highly requested, he can browse who he's meeting before hand. And if he absolutely can't stand them, perhaps that - gasp - hate Digimon!? - he keeps it to just the date, a polite fake smile on his perfect features, baby blues hidden behind his dark round shades.

Escort! Satoru gets a notification, lounging around in his penthouse, yes Gojo is rich from this career, but he enjoys the thrill of this even more, and he enjoys putting a smile on a pretty girls face, giving them pleasure when they may have never had any. His dick is just too pretty not to share with the world, truly. - That may seem conceited but it's really just factual! - He peers at the notification then, blinking quickly as the picture, so gorgeous he's damn near blushing just from seeing your face, your bare shoulders in a slinky dress, fuck since when does he get half hard looking at collarbones!?

Escort! Satoru is already throbbing and hard the longer he stares at your picture, your shy and sweet little message on there with it - 'I have never done anything like this... but with work, I have no time for anything, and... I really need a handsome date to this charity ball. Could you please come with, I will gladly pay you extra to spend some time before so we can have our story together' Satoru blinks a bit, full lips pursing, beginning to type back. 'You buying lunch?' He smirks as you laugh react to his comment. 'I'm buying lunch'

Escort! Satoru doesn't date in real life, he's merely arm candy for many women, but when he sits across from you at the outdoor diner, and you smile shyly, his heart fucking stops. He's been with so many beautiful people, but nothing has made him feel whatever this is. 'Hey there!' you introduce yourself, and he can't stop staring at your lips as they move, you have a pretty red color adorning them, he tries to focus but his brain is short circuiting. 'Satoru...' he says, taking your much smaller hand in his own, staring at you behind Gucci shades. He never lets dates call him that, he prefers Gojo of course, but when you repeat 'Satoru' in that sexy voice, he's ended.

Escort! Satoru forgets what time even is, while you pour over some details of your life with him, he's never been more interested actually in how you played the flute. Tell him it all. That you like Pokemon- Digimon is better but- close enough, tell him about your collection. He can't get enough, you all spend so much time talking the sun is starting to set. 'Oh no, we should go! I'm keeping you-' Satoru lowers those shades, his bright blue eyes drinking you in, making you falter as they trail across your body ever so slowly, making you heat up, remembering his profession. 'you're not keeping me, but one question, sweets' he leans forward, so close now, brushing back a lock of your hair. 'why would you go to an escort agency, is it just for the date? or more?'

Escort! Satoru loves watching the blush dance on your skin, the glittering of your eyes when he pulls back, thumb brushing your heated cheek just so, feeling it's warmth. 'It's just for the date, I read your reviews, they're insane...' he grins now, brushing back silvery locks. 'read which reviews?' you heat up further, fiddling with your fingers just a bit. 'If it went that way, it'd be the first time in years for me' Satoru blinks in shock. 'how?' You sigh, sipping the rest of your drink down through your straw. 'work plus being a homebody nerd, well... I never meet people or have time' ah, Satoru could make you cum so hard you wouldn't be able to form words, but he takes a sip of his own drink, saying casually- 'and you never... want to?'

Escort! Satoru thinks you're so cute when your teeth catch your lower lip, and your lashes flutter. 'of course but that's not why I hired you, I really do need a perfect date, though... your looks may have swayed me' he chuckles a bit now. 'So shallow!' you scoff, as the two of you get ready to leave. 'Do you have a suit or do you need me to buy one?' Gojo smirks at you. 'I have so many suits, and tuxedos, don't worry' 'ah you come prepared I see' he hums just a bit, walking you to your car, far too close when he leans over you just a bit, inhaling the sweet scent of you. 'I'm prepared for whatever you need, sweets, anything at all' at his connotation he watches you get more flustered, giggling a bit, feeling so stupid next to a guy like this, but he just finds you the cutest thing he's ever seen.

Escort! Satoru can't take how much you're sinking into his mind the passing days, the charity ball is in a week, but the two of you constantly text for 'practice' but he becomes more and more enamored, you're smart, sweet, and oh so fucking pretty. When you send him a selfie before he goes on a date with a client, he can hardly take it, you're in your business suit, nothing sexy- but it drives him to distraction, your pretty lips he can picture around him. Satoru can hardly focus when he's supposed to be pleasing this girl, his fingers usually so sure aren't hitting her spots, because now he can only think of you.

Escort! Satoru cannot have a bad review, oh no, he decides to excuse himself from the pretty girl on her bed, going to the bathroom to stare at this picture of you. beautiful, can I see more? when you read that you nervously shut the door to your sky rise office, unbuttoning just a bit of your blouse, tummy clenching when he hearts the message, you know you shouldn't get so excited, you're paying him after all. He's likely with a woman constantly, you see the sheer amount of reviews, but you can't help yourself, you find him entirely too charming, it's easy to forget this is just for business. For every salacious review, there were others- sweet, funny, made me feel pretty- and that's what really drew you in.

Escort! Satoru after he recieves that sexy little picture, instead of going into the room with the eager girl waiting, is instead stroking his long, pretty cock, head falling back against the door, while you nervously button your blouse back up, imagination going insane. You weren't against sleeping with someone casually, but for money would it mean... he didn't want to? The thought eats at you while Satoru's dripping precum over his phone, right on that picture, whispering your name ever so softly, forgetting where he was and shit, who he was, he can practically see those nipples under your blouse, dying to know what they taste like.

Escort! Satoru may have had sex before with the client surely, he loves a beautiful woman, before he met you. But now you're constantly on his mind. Even with his cock so hard and ready, when he's back to kissing on her and playing with her, he can't do more, frustrating him to no end. He has her squirting down his hand with the way his practiced fingers know how to hit every woman's spot, she's dripping down to his wrists, even. When he finishes, she looks up at him, all fucked out, trying to kiss him, but that's Satoru's biggest rule, never, ever kiss on the lips. He turns his head. 'sorry sweetheart I don't do that'

Escort! Satoru takes his extra money, he made bank tonight, but the entire time he had his fingers curling inside a slick, eager hole, he was picturing them deep inside you, watching as you cum for him. You'd probably sound and look so pretty, wouldn't you? As you're shooting him a good night text- who even has ever sent him one? - you're back on his mind, still aching from earlier. Turning down blowjobs is not something Escort Satoru does, but he did, and now he's throbbing when he rubs himself over his boxers, whimpering just a bit, pulling the picture back out and working his hand up and down his shaft, as it's aching to fill you

Escort! Satoru has a notification from one of his regulars pop up on the phone, right above that picture he can't stop staring at, while his cock is sticky from his spit and precum, loud in his opulent bedroom, the sound of it lewd along with his heavy, husky breaths. He's picturing just what you'd look like on your knees, with those innocent eyes, maybe he'd tear that business suit off your body, and paint every pretty inch of it with his ropes of cum, until you were just covered in white. The thought alone makes him decline the request, shutting his eyes and picturing just that as his spurts of white cum pour down his hand.

Escort! Satoru whimpers when he touches his sensitive tip, murmuring your name, trying to come down. He finds himself cleaning himself up and staring at the mirror, wondering just what the fuck you've done to him already. Surely it's... something new or different, it can't be more right? He hovers over choosing the date, or messaging you good night, and finds himself texting you with a dumb little 🥺, smiling like a lovesick fool when you send this to him-'can't wait for our 'date' it'll be fun! 😍- and Satoru's getting hard again from a fucking emoji.

[davinawritings]

A Knotty Discovery

Pairing: Male Werewolf X Fem Chubby Human Reader

Warnings: Smut, Penetration, Knotting, Sex toys, Ruined Orgasm, Creampie

Summary: You come home to find that your extremely attractive Werewolf roommate has found your collection of knotted dildos.

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When you walked into your apartment, you were surprised not to see your roommate sitting on the couch in the living room. It was Sunday night, which was your traditional movie night together. Both of you worked but always ensured you were home by five on Sundays. Since you both had Mondays off, you made Sunday your weekly pizza and movie night, staying up late and enjoying each other’s presence.

Decker and you have lived together for over a year now, and honestly, you love it. The only problem was your small, well maybe not so small, crush on him. You couldn’t help it, though; he is just so amazing. He is the exact opposite of you. You are human, and he is a werewolf. While you are short and chubby, he is massively tall and made of muscle. You are soft and gentle, while he is hard and strong.

You cherish movie nights where he wraps an arm around you and pulls you close. You love leaning against his large body and nuzzling into his soft fur. He always manages to brighten your day and make you laugh. He takes care of you and makes you feel love. Unfortunately, he has never expressed any romantic interest in you, so you try to be content with having him as a friend.

It’s already past five, and Decker is usually getting everything set up for movie night by now. You set the pizza you brought home on the counter, thinking he must be running late. You head for your bedroom and decide to take the extra time to put on your cute pajamas.

You certainly had not been expecting to walk in and see Decker kneeling on the floor in front of your closet, your box of vibrators and dildos open in front of him. There are several knotted dildos on the floor beside him, and the largest one is gripped in his clawed hand. Your face heats up immediately, and you accidentally let out a small gasp at the sight.

The noise catches his attention, and his eyes immediately meet your own. You quickly look to the floor in embarrassment at his intense gaze. “Oh, no, pretty girl. Eyes on me. How long have you been hiding this? Hmm?”. You can’t seem to push any words out of your mouth, and you hear him moving because of your lack of response. You stand entirely frozen as he stops before you, using one hand to guide your eyes up to his.

“All these months, you have never shown any interest in monsters. The only male you went on a few dates with, being that loser human, and now I find all this. My adorable little human likes monster cock, well, werewolf cock specifically”, he says with a smirk. You try to pull away, your mortification at an all-time high at his words, but he doesn’t let you budge.

“Sweetheart, I don’t think you realize how much I have been holding myself back, thinking you had no interest in a werewolf like me. From the moment I met you, I wanted you sitting on my knot. I wanted to hold your plush body in my claws and never let you go, but I thought you wanted a human male. I had to keep myself from ripping your clothes off every fucking day”. You let out a needy whimper at his words, and a smirk appeared on his face once again.

“Baby, when you wear those little pajama shorts, and I can see your thick thighs, all I can think about is holding them in my hands as I thrust my cock inside you over and over. And last Sunday, when you wore that cute little nighty for our movie night, I swear I was hard all night. All I wanted to do was bend you over the side of the couch and knot you all night long. Your body looks so fucking breedable, baby, and I just want to fill you every moment of every day” he finishes his last statement with a low growl, and it goes straight to your panties.

You wet your lips and reply, “I.. I have always wanted you, Decker. I just didn’t think you were interested in me, so I never said anything”. He shakes his head and says, “Baby, how could I not want you? Everything about you makes me want to claim you, and that’s exactly what I plan on doing, but first, you are going to show me exactly what you do with those toys over there.

You feel a twinge of embarrassment at the thought, but it is quickly overpowered by arousal and lust at the thought of him watching you. He gives you a quick pat as you make your way over to the toys and reach for your medium-sized dildo.

“The big one, sweetheart. I must ensure you are nice and stretched out when I take you. I’m a lot bigger than your little toys over there”, he tells you, his voice a low purr. You almost moan at his words, the excitement of being so filled making you crave him even more.

You slowly take off your clothing, wanting to tease him a bit. As your panties hit the floor, you see Decker take a big inhale and moan. You blush under his gaze, and he gives you his signature wolfish grin.

You place the large dildo on the floor, the suction cup base holding it in place. You kneel over it, lining its tip up with your wet entrance. You look at him as you slowly let your weight push you down on the thick dildo. His eyes don’t leave your slick cunt as he moves one of his hands to squeeze his cock over his pants. You felt your mouth salivating at the sight.

You reach halfway down when you rise up again, leaving just the tip inside you before dropping back down. You continue this until the knot presses against your entrance on each downward stroke. You moan as you watch his eyes bounce all around your body. The dildo feels so good, but his eyes on you feel even better. You release soft whimpers and moans, and you work your body up and down.

“That’s it, baby. Keep riding. Fuck I love the sight of your greedy cunt swallowing that dildo. You look so fucking beautiful, baby. There you go. Go a little faster, baby. I wanna see those perfect tits bounce faster, little one. Fuck princess, I can’t wait to fill you with my cock. I wanna see you take that knot, baby. I wanna see your greedy little pussy stretch around it”, he growls out, lust lacing his voice.

You spread your legs wider and drop your pussy down lower. You move one of your fingers down to your swollen clit and rub tight circles on it. Pleasure slams through your body, and the knot fully pops inside your tight cunt. “Fu-Fuck Decker. I’m cumming. Fuck I’m cumming”, you cry out.

Just as your cunt clenches down at the beginning of probably the best orgasm of your life, Decker wraps his claws around your arms and pulls you up and off the dildo, the suction cup keeping it secured to the floor. You cry out at the ruined orgasm, your cunt trying to clench around nothing, and your clit pulsing in need of stimulation. Tears spring to your eyes as your thighs clench together, trying to get any stimulation at all. Decker is quick to reach one hand down and separate your legs, stopping any stimulation and ruining your orgasm completely.

You look at him in confusion and a hint of betrayal as tears stream down your face. He licks up the tears from your cheeks before saying, “Sorry, sweetheart, but I’ve decided that the first time we fuck, the only knot you are going to cum on is mine.” With that, he pushes you back to lie on the bed as he starts stripping his clothes.

You stare at every glorious inch of his body that gets exposed. Your need for him increases with each second. As his cock is revealed, you audibly gasp. He wasn’t lying when he said he was bigger than your toys. His cock is so giant that even fully hard, it hangs down towards the floor, too heavy to stand upright. The knot at the base is larger than your fist, and your nipples harden even more at the thought of him forcing it inside you.

“Tell me you want it, princess. I need you to tell me now because once I start, I won’t be able to stop. I’ve thought about this for far too long to be able to hold back once I finally have you,” he says, giving you one last chance to back out.

You spread your legs wide, making sure your dripping pussy is entirely on display, and reply, “Please, Decker. Please, I want this, I need this, I need you. Please fill me. Make me yours”. He is on you before you even finish. He pushes your legs up and over his shoulders, his cock resting over your pussy and your lower belly. He thrusts his cock back and forth but holds back from entering you, just working on covering himself in your slick juices.

“Mmmm, I love how soft your body is, baby. So fucking perfect in every way. Drives me fucking mad”, he growls out. Each brush of his cock rubs your pulsing clit, and all you want is for him to push inside you. You are just about to start begging when he finally lines himself up with your needy hole and pushes in. He only goes about halfway, but you are already crying out at the feeling.

He moans your name and keeps thrusting, moving deeper and deeper with each stroke. He watches your body open up for him, mumbling the word perfect under his breath. On his next thrust, his knot hits your entrance, and he seems to lose all control. He grabs onto your love handles and starts fucking you like an animal.

You cry out in ecstasy at feeling so full, his cock slamming into your g-spot brutally on every thrust. Your hands grip his forearms, needing to hold on and ground yourself as he fucks you like he owns you. “Fuck Decker… you feel so good. Don-don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Please”.

He moans at your begging, leaning forward to cover your body with his own. Your knees are pushed up towards your shoulders, and his body keeps you in place, unable to move. You cum with a cry of his name, squirting on his cock from the pleasure.

He doesn’t give you any time to recover as he continues using your puffy pussy. You whimper at the overstimulation that sets in, but you don’t want him to stop. You need to feel him knot you. You need to feel him fill you with his cum.

“Your pussy is fucking heaven, baby. I’m never fucking letting you go. Do you hear me? You’re MINE.” he says as his thrusts speed up. His hips slammed against you and pushed you down into the mattress. You only manage to whimper and moan in response, tears streaming down your chubby cheeks in pleasure.

He pulls back almost entirely before slamming his hips down, pressing his knot against your entrance and keeping it there as he tries to push it in. Your entrance puts up a good fight, and he growls, angry at the denial of entry. You start to question whether or not he will be able to fit his knot inside when he shifts his weight so almost all of it is in his hips, pushing his knot harder against your dripping cunt.

Gravity seems to be on his side as his knot is forced into your tight cunt as he drops down against you completely. You scream out his name at the insane stretch, never having been this filled, his tip kissing your womb. Your arms wrap around his back as your nails dig into his fur. He starts his thrusts again, but this time shallow as his knot stays stuck inside of you. Each stroke causes your body to jiggle beneath him, your nipples rubbing against his hairy chest, sending shocks of pleasure to your aching clit.

He pulls his hips back, and his cock pulls your bottom half off the bed by your swollen cunt, before he drops back down. He groans with the motion and continues repeating it. You cry out each time, your pussy overfilled and overwhelmed with the sensation of him.

He slams you down once more, and your legs begin to shake with pleasure. You scream out his name as your cunt once again clamps down on his massive cock, milking him with everything you have. You feel his cock twitching as he lets out a loud growl followed by swears. His cock begins filling you to the brim with his seed. Your already too-full pussy is being filled even more. Your lower stomach bloats and hardens as he cums and cums and cums, his knot not allowing even a single drop of his seed to drip from your cunt.

You cling to him as you both come down, trying to regulate the air in your lungs. He keeps you pressed to him as he rolls onto his back, draping you over his warm chest. You stay like this for a few minutes, just enjoying the feeling of each other’s embrace. As your mind starts returning, you sit up slightly to look at him.

“Why were you going through my closet?” you ask him. He gives you a soft smile and answers, “I was setting up for movie night and wanted to get that fuzzy throw blanket you keep on the couch in the winter. It’s a little cold today, so I thought you might enjoy it. I remember you saying you were putting it in the closet, so I went looking for it.”.

You smile at his thoughtfulness and place a loving peck on his snout. “The throw blanket is in the hallway closet for future reference.” He stares at you for a moment before laughing. His chest rises and falls, causing you to shake up and down. His laughter is quickly interrupted by a moan as your pussy shifts on his cock from the movement.

“Well, we probably have another 30 minutes to rest while my knot goes down, and then we can start movie night. Although I think this time I’ll have you seated on my lap with my cock and knot nice and warm in your perfect little cunt”.

You smile approvingly, moving your head back to snuggle into his warm chest. You never thought you would be thankful that your roommate found your knotted dildos.

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Let me know what you think! I hope you enjoyed ❤️❤️❤️

[rafesangelita]

♡ when rafe accidentally snaps on bambi!reader

warnings: a little bit of crying, hurt + comfort

a/n: thank you so much to the anon who sent in this link <3 this little drabble is inspired by it!! i might open up req’s soon because even though i have prompt ideas already, lately i’ve just felt uninspired to write them out..

“are you almost ready?!” rafe called out from the front door, his truck keys hanging from his fingers. you didn’t respond, instead you panicked once you realized you weren’t even close to finishing your makeup. “oh, god..” you whimpered, scrambling to your feet to try and put a quick outfit together while you patted in your blush.

at your lack of response, rafe cursed under his breath before slamming the door shut and making his way to your room. “are you fucking serious?” you jumped when you heard his voice, your head shooting in his direction as you stood there, dumbfounded. your hair rollers were still wrapped tightly in your hair, your robe hanging haphazardly off your shoulders. it was needless to say you looked far from being ready.

“son of a bitch—” rafe’s eyebrows knitted together as he pinched the bridge of his nose, a frustrated sigh falling from his lips. he was already irritated upon arriving to your place. rafe had spent all afternoon arguing with ward over some ‘cameron development’ stuff, he had deadlines he already accepted he wasn’t going to be able to meet, it was like a thousand degrees outside and to top it all off; he was hungry.

“we’re just getting something to eat, bambi. you could honestly just leave the house like this.” rafe grumbled, already moving to get ahold of your elbow and drag you out. “what?! no— ray, can you please just give me ten minutes? all i have to do is put on some clothes and finish my makeup real quick. i’ll even take my rollers out in the truck, okay?” rafe studied you for a moment, his nostrils flaring as he let out a deep breath.

“fine,” he nodded, “i’m gonna go turn the ac on in the truck, then. please try to make this fast.” you muttered an ‘okay..’ before spinning around and taking a seat at your vanity. you worked as quickly as you could, only getting as far as putting on some lip liner and lipgloss before you heard a honk outside. curling your lashes hastily, you wasted no time in slipping on a dress you hadn’t worn in a while.

grabbing your purse on the way out, you skipped down the stone walkway just in time for rafe to roll his window down. “do you have everything? your phone?” you paused. your phone was on your bed last time you saw it. “uhm, i’ll be right back..” you apologized when you saw the scowl on rafe’s face. your boyfriend shook his head when you tripped, nearly sending yourself on the ground as you rushed to go back inside. setting your purse down on the couch, you grabbed your phone and walked back out, your chest rising and falling as you tried to remain calm and collected.

“did you lock the door?” oh, you could just cry right now. “no..” you winced, walking up to the truck so rafe could give you his key. “my, god, what the hell is going on today? it’s like everyone is trying to piss me off.” you ignored his words, quicky making your way to the front door so you could lock it shut. it wasn’t until you were halfway down the driveway when you realized your purse wasn’t on your shoulder. “wait, i forgot one more thing—” that was it. you had definitely pushed rafe past his limits now.

rafe snapped, the vein in his forehead bulging out of his skin as he shouted. “holy shit, just get in the fucking truck!” he waved his hands in the air as if you couldn’t see him standing right in front of you, his volume alone making you jolt. you stared blankly at him, your chest caving in on itself as rafe blinked, both of you sharing a knowing look. rafe watched your face morph as your chin wobbled and your eyes welled up with tears.

“i’m sorry—” he exhaled, instantly wrapping his arms around you, “i’m so sorry, baby, i won’t do that again.” you sniffled, letting him embrace you. it took you having to cry to make rafe realize he’d been acting like an asshole since he got here. “you know that scares me!” you cried, the velcrow of your rollers tickling his neck. “i know, i know,” he cradled your head, pressing kisses along your cheek, “here, we’ll just order something instead, yeah? we don’t have to go anywhere.” he turned off the truck, guiding you inside by the small of your back.