#3.9k words and counting! ❤️

[redeemingvillains]

the joker!mattheo riddle

❤️summary: elite auror, criminal psychologist and genius witch, you are assigned to the joker's case to get up close and personal with him, to understand him and how he operates. but as boundary lines begin to blur so does your perception of reality as you forget exactly what made him so dangerous to begin with. ♣️warnings: mattheo is extremely toxic and highly manipulative. violence, guns, etc. ♦️word count: 3.9k ♠️soundtrack: gangsta - kehlani a/n: inspired by batman's the joker and his baddie queen harley quinn's origin story. parts of dialogue towards the end are taken directly from the movie suicide squad and are not my own. many thanks to @acourtofchaos for the festival of aus inspiration! this was soooo much fun!

the joker!mattheo who rose to power once his father died, gripping the wizarding world and muggle world alike with a fear unlike any voldemort had inspired. with a sick sense of humor and a warped understanding of right and wrong, he created chaos just to watch the world burn. until he pushed too far. and landed himself in azkaban's asylum. where he met you. elite auror, and criminal psychologist, assigned to the joker to get close, to get personal, to get in his psyche and to understand how he operated.

the joker!mattheo who, despite the pictures you'd already seen in his case file, looked very different than you'd expected; everyone in the asylum looked like skin and bones, but while he was thin in his face, he was fit and muscular everywhere else. he was covered in tattoos that peered out from his cuffed sleeves, down his wrist, on his fingers and from the unbuttoned top of his prison uniform where you could see a laughing skull and the words HA HA HA scribbled in jagged script up his neck.

the joker!mattheo who leaned forward slowly when you walked in the room, the chains around his wrists and ankles clanging as they dragged across the floor. he cocked his head slowly to the side and his eyes widened as they took you in, never leaving you as they tracked your every move, unblinking.

"docctoorrrr" he purred by way of greeting, an acknowledgement that he already knew who you were despite the visit being unplanned and unannounced by design.

"hi mattheo, may i call you that?" you replied curtly, professionally.

"you can call me whatever you want to, doc."

"i'd like to get to know you" you said, sticking to your script.

a pause.

"i'd like to get to know you too" he replied, smiling widely.

you smiled back, happy to have established a connection with him, a mutual understanding.

but what you didn't know is that you were already utterly and totally fucked.

because the joker!mattheo had spent the last five years in the madhouse of the asylum, feeding his own delusions and fantasies about his return to power, and when he saw how pure, how kind and how sweet you were?

he couldn't wait to destroy you.

the joker!mattheo bided his time.

he answered all of your little questions about him and his father and he painted a picture for you of an awful childhood, of a detached father and an absent mother, of his first memory being the dark mark burning on his skin as a toddler, a tattoo he'd long since inked over.

and despite all of your professional training, you couldn't help but be overcome with emotion at the idea of him as a baby, crying and crying and holding his arm with no one to help him.

your hand wobbled in your notetaking and you let out a calming breath as you swiped quickly at your eye.

"shhhh, shhhhh" he cooed. "don't cry for me, sweetheart. it's the hand i was dealt, that's all it is. we're part of a mad shuffle by a master dealer. and this was the card i.... got!!!" he said excitedly, as a lone playing card appeared between his fingers, the joker.

that had the guards in the corner of the room jumping to attention and pointing guns at him because his magic was supposed to be restrained by his handcuffs. he laughed and laughed at their reaction but you stood and threw an arm in front of him protectively.

"stand down!!" you shouted at them.

and that's when he knew he had his hooks in you.

the joker!mattheo started to take things further after that. the next session he leaned in close to you and whispered in a way that had you leaning across the table to hear him.

"i won't hurt you. you know that, right?” he asked with an air of sincerity. “i wouldn't hurt you darlin'... i can't, anyway" he joked, wiggling his cramped fingers in his chains. "so let's lose the guards, hmmm? give them a little break?"

you looked around.

most of the time you forgot the guards were even there, but you realized mattheo might be more forthcoming if it were just the two of you and you nodded.

too fucking easy he thought.

the guards left and he smiled and sat back in his chair, his legs spread, lounging comfortably as he threw his head back.

"ahhhhh!" he sighed dramatically. "i like it better just the two of us, doc"

you smiled and tucked a stray piece of your hair behind your ear.

"we're friends, right? i feel like we're friends. am i your friend?" he asked.

you nodded, "of course, mattheo."

"could you do something for me? i've got a craving. something i haven't had in five looonnng years."

your breath hitched and you looked up to meet his gaze as he stared at you unflinchingly under lidded eyes and ran his thumb over his lips.

"i can't tell you how bad i want it, it's alllll i think about. day and night. in my dreams, in my nightmares, and especially when we're together."

you were flushed now under your jacket and could feel the heat on your cheeks as your breaths came fast and shallow.

"chocolate."

"mmm, what i wouldn't give for a taasstee" he teased as his tongue rolled over his bottom lip.

"s-sure, i'll, i'll see what i can do" you said, unable to reason with or comprehend your physical reaction and the overwhelming disappointment you felt at not being the object of his desire.

that was how the joker!mattheo started brainwashing you.

first, by stealing your sympathy, then by teasing you relentlessly day in and day out with innuendos and comments that never amounted to anything and left you feeling genuinely ... c r a z y. because surely he wasn't attracted to you and surely you weren't attracted to him... right?

it was simple and easy at first, chocolate here, candy there, but then it was a note for you to pass to a fellow prisoner, a switchblade, a knife. and your mottled mind began to justify every action without realizing just how much he was whittling away at you.

but he didn't stop there.

because it wasn't enough for you to be confused, to feel crazy. the joker!mattheo needed you to be obsessed.

one day you were late. and you seemed distracted, disorganized. but most importantly you weren't focused on him. and he didn't like that. no. he didn't like that one bit.

he cocked his head at you, analyzing you.

"you seem... upset, doc"

"it's nothing" you said, shaking your head quickly, trying to shrug it off.

"what, so i tell you all of my baggage and get nothing in return?" he replied, sitting back in his chair and crossing his arms. "that's not what friends do. friends tell each other everything" he sneered.

and it was like the temperature in the room dropped. he was angry, you realized as you looked up at him in fear.

"i-it's my boyfriend" you admitted shakily, closing your eyes and shaking your head. "he's mad at me, angry at how much time i've spent working, how often i'm here."

"that's not very nice of him, is it?" mattheo's expression warmed, and dropped into a sympathetic frown as he leaned in. "a smart girl like you...he should be so lucky! that's not the way to treat a lady. tsk tsk tsk. how long have you been with this guy?"

"a couple of years..."

"not nice. not nice at all. you tell him to be nice to you. you tell him i said so. you know what a nice boy would do? he would take you out to dinner, he would buy you nice things, nice jewelry, yeah? he'd buy you flowers, lots and lots of flowers, doc. that way you'd know he was always always thinking about you."

"that would be nice" you admitted, laughing humorlessly before changing the subject.

the next morning as you were getting ready you heard a knock on your door. you opened it to find a large bouquet of red roses on your doorstep. you stooped down to pick it up and searched for a note only to realize there was a card on the ground.

the joker from a deck of playing cards.

your heart skipped a beat as you looked up and down the empty hallway.

later that day, you thanked him, hoping he would reveal more about his feelings towards you.

"thank you for the flowers, mattheo" you hinted.

he stared at his fingernails, ignoring you.

"like i said, it's what any self-respecting gentleman would do."

so the joker!mattheo toyed with your mind. and then he toyed with your heart, praising you, showering you with affection and then ignoring you, dismissing you, all the while continually making you feel insecure about yourself, about your boyfriend.

“are you getting enough sleep, doc? you don’t look so good today.”

"your boyfriend didn't call you yesterday? are you sure he's not seeing someone else? you've been gone a long time, you know, because you're always here with me."

“i know guys like him. they seem nice at first… but eventually they get bored and start looking for something better.”

until it reached it's breaking point.

"hey, how's bobby, brian, what's-his-name?" he asked you one day.

you were quiet as you shuffled your papers around and swallowed, trying to hold back your tears.

"we broke up" you whispered hoarsely without looking at him, trying to prepare yourself for whatever version of him you'd get in response, cold and indifferent? aloof and passive?

"oh. i'm so sorry" he said, his face crestfallen.

he moved his chained hand forward to reach for you before he was restrained. and that was the first time he'd ever tried to touch you. he uncurled his tattooed fist and extended it to you.

your eyes shot to his, completely unprepared for his genuine, caring response. and gods you wanted to take his hand, desperate for an ounce of comfort, for his touch, to know what it felt like.

you moved slowly and placed your hand in his. you were shocked to find it warm and inviting as he squeezed your hand gently, and then all too quickly let it go.

"i'd give you a hug but," he started to laugh loudly, "that's not going to happen is it?!" he said, shaking his chained hands. "no, it's not."

your heart was still rushing from his touch and now it dipped with disappointment.

"but, i would, you know?" he whispered conspiratorially to you. "if i got out of these chains, i would hug you, baby. i'd make it all better... maybe...maybe you could talk to them about that? i bet they'd give you a key."

the affectionate nickname and the lingering feeling of his fingers on yours had you in a complete trance as you smiled woozily at him. "yeah... maybe i could."

and you did.

if someone had asked you, you would have vehemently denied it, but he saw it written all over you, the way you fluttered your pretty eyes at him, the way you always said yes to everything he asked of you, the way you bit your perfect lip subtly when you watched him talk, you stank of it: you were falling for him.

the joker!mattheo was so close to getting everything he wanted.

sometimes when he fantasized about breaking out of the bottomless pit of this hell he’d think briefly that he'd miss toying with you.

once, he'd even had a dream about you, on the outside, beside him in his club, in a barely-there emerald dress that left nothing to the imagination, the desire of every man in the city, as you hung on his arm and whispered in his ear, his name tattooed in black ink on your collarbone.

he woke up to the prisoner in the next cell screaming.

and he never had that dream again.

the next day you were in a focused line of questioning with him, pressing him on previously unknown details of the battle of hogwarts when mid-sentence he interrupted you, something he'd never done before.

"—you ever let that hair down, doc?"

"w-what?"

"you're real pretty, you know. you should let that hair down, i bet it's long, i bet it's nice."

you swallowed, basking in his compliment after weeks of feeling isolated, sad and alone from your break-up and his mind games.

"i appreciate that.”

"just stating facts" he said dismissively. "now what were you saying?"

as you got ready the next morning, you went to pull your hair out of your face and stopped, staring at yourself in the mirror without really recognizing the girl staring back at you.

you let your hair down, teased it out, and added a swipe of mascara and a touch of lipstick.

when he saw you mattheo smiled slowly, then widely, like the grin would take up the entire lower half of his face.

"wowza, doc! you have a date tonight that i don't know about?"

"n-no, i–" your eyes flitted to his nervously. i did this for you you thought, knowing full well that saying that out loud was a sin you could never come back from. "i just thought i'd try something different."

"ahhh" he said in acknowledgement as he nodded, like he didn't know exactly what was going on.

the joker!mattheo had you right where he wanted you, and he knew it was time for his final play, the one that would seal the deal and make you irrevocably his to do with what he pleased.

"i need a wand" he said at the end of your next session as you were gathering your notes.

your movements halted and you looked up at him.

"what for, mattheo?"

he pursed his lips and looked around with a pout.

"let's put it this way, darlin', it's not to conjure daisies."

you smiled despite yourself at his dark humor.

"i-i don't know if that's such a good idea" you admitted hesitantly.

he leaned forward as far as he could. little by little you had relaxed his restraints and now he was comfortably in your airspace before he was held back.

"we can't stay here forever, baby" he said quietly. "but we can go, if you help me. if you help me, i'll take you with me."

go?

you didn't want him to go. you wanted him here, with you, just for you. he had become the center of your universe, your obsession. but going with him... being with him? that sounded... amazing.

"you’ll take me... with you?" you confirmed, your mind hazy with adoration.

"would you like that?" he asked.

your lips parted but all you could do was stare at him, searching for any sign of a joke.

he strained further.

"c'mere" he whispered hoarsely, his eyes boring into yours.

you leaned across the table, meeting him halfway and he brushed his lips against yours, teasing and tender, dipping deeply for just a breath, his tongue barely brushing yours and then he pulled away, just out of reach and you sighed in protest.

he'd given you just enough to leave you wanting so, so, so much more.

you fumbled for the key in your pocket, reaching over to unlock his hands and he tugged you roughly around the table to sit on his lap.

the you that you always were, had always been was gone.

you didn't know who you were anymore, only that you were his, that you would do anything you needed to to stay right here, in his strong lap with his hands running up your sides until they came to cup your face.

you leaned into him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, desperate for his touch, desperate for his taste, like cherries and cigarettes.

"stop" he demanded, grasping you roughly.

and you did, startled at his tone and the way he was squeezing you hard enough to leave a bruise.

"question" he asked, his voice a hoarse whisper, "would you die for me?"

"yes" you said, sincerely, without hesitation.

"that's too easy" he replied, looking away, brow furrowed in thought. "would you live for me?"

"yes—" you said just as quickly.

"—careful" he cut you off, holding a finger over your lips to silence you before lowering his voice, pulling you close enough to feel his warm breath on your mouth. "do not say this oath thoughtlessly. desire becomes surrender, and surrender becomes power" he whispered before running a finger teasingly over your bottom lip.

"you want this?" he asked finally.

"i do" you pleaded earnestly, begging for him to kiss you.

"say it" he said sharply. "say it, say it, say it, pretty pretty pretty pretty..?"

"please" you whimpered.

"goodddds, you're so.... good" he said, the sentiment something between an insult and a compliment.

and then he kissed you.

he kissed you until you forgot everything that wasn't him, him, him. he tangled his tongue with yours and moaned into your mouth. he kissed you deeply, affectionately, roughly, overtaking you, possessing you as he ran his fingers into your hair and murmured against your lips.

"beautiful, so beautiful baby."

"mine, mine, mine!"

a week later you arrived to the asylum in a tight fitted outfit, your hair loose over your shoulders, your lips crimson red with an extra wand tucked into your boot.

and when you opened his cell he smiled at you with that grin that took up his entire face.

"doctooorrr" he cooed.

you smiled back.

a moment later the wall behind him blew open and you moved quickly to unlock his restraints, setting him completely free for the first time in years.

he stood in front of you and you moved to step into his arms but he simply held out his hand, asking for the wand.

you untucked it from your boot and he took it wordlessly before turning his back on you and walking away.

"w-wait, i'm coming with you! t-together, right?" you scurried after him over the rubble in the room.

"it's been nice knowin' ya, darlin', but you're staying here" he said without even a glance back at you.

"n-no! you're not leaving me!” you shouted, your voice oozing with desperation as it rose in panic. “i have done everything you said, every test, every trial, every initiation i've proved that i love you, just accept it!"

his footsteps slowed at that and he turned around, looking at you like you were crazy, delusional, which you felt in every fiber of your being, in every bone.

he narrowed his eyes.

"we spent every day together for six months, and you still can't get it into that pretty little head" he said, pointing his fingers like a gun at his own temple.

"i'm not someone who is loved. i'm an idea, a state of mind. i execute my will according to my plan. and you, doctor? are not part of my plan."

then he stepped into the night and disappeared.

and just like that the joker!mattheo got everything he'd wanted.

he got his power, his money, his freedom and fortune, his guns and his chaos.

more booze than he could drink.

more girls than he could ever want.

and it was delightful, it was delicious.

for a time.

but something was bothering him. annoying him. an itch. a prickle that drove him mad.

and as for you?

the joker!mattheo had destroyed you.

shattered you.

mentally, physically, emotionally.

you didn't talk, you didn't sleep, you didn't eat. you isolated yourself and you tortured yourself with dreams and fantasies of the two of you together.

for a while you thought you'd imagined the whole thing, imagined the intimacies you shared, imagined his lips, his taste, imagined the way his hands had squeezed you as you looked into his eyes and begged for his affection.

eventually you joined the task force assigned to catch him. and you pursued him, relentlessly, desperately, to no avail.

ironically, you were awarded for your efforts to attempt to capture the very man you released. and now you climbed the steps of city hall for the minister's ball in heels and an emerald dress to be acknowledged for your service.

city hall was filled with every major politician and diplomat in the wizarding world and muggle world alike and you sat amongst your colleagues, a shell of yourself on the inside despite how beautiful you looked on the outside as someone clinked a glass and the minister stepped up to the podium to a round of applause.

"thank you, thank you!" he acknowledged, smiling and waving. "good evening—"

the room went dark.

several people gasped and hushed whispers broke out.

and through the murmurs, the sound of maniacal laughter echoed in the large space, shrill and pitched. "HA! HA! HA!" and someone unloaded a machine gun into the ceiling, shattering the chandelier and raining glass on attendees as they screamed and ducked for cover.

you were frozen to your seat, your heart slamming in your chest.

a spotlight lit the stage. and there stood the joker!mattheo, dressed in a tuxedo, a machine gun in his hands.

"GOOD EVENING gentlemen" he said, commanding everyone's attention as he stepped off the stage and into the crowd. "and laddddieeesss" he cooed, leaning into at a woman nearby who pulled away and screamed.

more people began to run, to try to flee and he let off another round of machine gun fire into the ceiling.

"STOP!" he shouted angrily, making you jump.

and they did.

the power in his voice didn't leave room for debate, nor did his henchmen that had now lined the walls in various masks, of clowns, of jokers, holding automatic weapons of their own.

"this will only take a moment of your time!" he reassured the crowd as he smiled and leapt onto the nearest table and began kicking drinks and food in every direction while he laughed in glee and enjoyment.

"you see, you have something. something i want. something i... neeeeed" he purred.

he stopped and looked around the room, chest heaving with exertion, eyes sweeping the grand hall.

until they landed on you.

and he smirked.

he leapt off the table playfully and marched in your direction as people cowered away from him.

you were shaking hard, your breaths coming in raggedly as you stood to face him. you realized that he was probably here to kill you; you knew more about him than perhaps anyone else and you were the last loose thread in his escape plan.

he marched right up to you, his eyes cold and calculating and he gripped your chin roughly with his hand, nearly knocking you over with his force as he yanked you towards him. you grasped at his arm for purchase.

he squeezed, hard, and you whimpered as his rings pressed into your skin uncomfortably.

but you didn't break your eye contact even as your eyes rimmed with tears.

he snarled at you. you could tell he was angry, but another emotion ran beneath his anger. frustration? no. something else that you hadn't seen before.

his eyes narrowed and then flitted to your lips.

oh.

and then he kissed you, hard, sloppily, biting at your bottom lip in a way that was painful and yet so satisfying.

people around you gasped loudly.

you grasped for him, clawing to be in his arms and he relented, letting you go only to pull you into his chest as his lips possessed you and he kissed you languidly.

and then he pulled away, holding you to his chest as his other hand pointed the machine gun at your friends, at your coworkers and he began backpeddaling, pulling you along with him as he swung the gun towards anyone that dared make a move as he muttered into your ear, under his breath.

"mine, mine, mine."

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[miabebe]

Anything and Always (YJH)

Was it really love if it didn't include just a little madness? What was love if it didn't cross the line? And how was it love if it wasn't regardless of anything and longer than always?

Pairing - Afab!reader x Yoon Jeonghan

Word count - 3.9K (this is a miracle)

Genre - Oof buckle up my friends. This is a halloween special so I tried not hold back - its a psycho-thriller, there's smut and then there's more pyscho-ness, it's a rideee! Warnings under the cut!

A/n - It's the week leading up to Halloween folks! Unfortunately I'm not the biggest fan of clowns and ghosts and vampires etc, but I do love me a good dose of psychos (who I think are scarier btw) so here you goooo! You can also check out Seungcheol's and Joshua's!

Big big big thanks to @tusswrites and @tomodachiii - you guys were really the hands behind this one ❤️

warnings - death, murder, blood, lots of toxic emotions like jealousy, possessiveness, extreme insensitivity, PDA, sex in a public place but no one sees them? unprotected sex, rough sex, filthy talk, marking, manhandling, mentions of blowjobs and sloppy seconds, mentions of exhibitionism, choking, creampie, fingering, stalking, obsession, disposing bodies mentioned?, honestly this whole fic is just a warning at this point, idk what to say

“.....Police say that this is possibly the most brutal act of violence they have come across in Seoul city in a long time. The forensics department is still trying to identify the body but estimate that the time of death might have been around 6 months ago. The motive of the crime is still unclear and….”  

Ignoring the sound of the tv you glanced at the two figures on the other side of the glass, standing close to each other, snickering away. Your hand tightened around the letter opener, the sharp edge slicing your skin open, blood trickling down your fist. The crimson felt cold but there was a strange fire coursing through your being.

How dare she? How dare she twirl her hair like a schoolgirl and put her hands on him? And what kind of fool did she take you to be? Did she think you couldn’t see the way she was stuck to your boyfriend like a leech or did she want you to see her making a move on your man? If it was the latter then she was most definitely successful – your eyes hadn’t left their huddled figures in the last ten minutes. At least not until red began to leak onto the papers strewn on the table. Groaning slightly, you quickly let the blade go and grabbed a tissue instead.

But you couldn’t let go of what was happening outside.

Pushing your chair back, you reached for your red satin gloves and slipped them on, covering your wound. It stung as the cloth grazed your skin but you knew it would feel better later, when you’ll run your hand through your boyfriend’s soft tresses as he fucks you into oblivion. He always made everything so much better. 

In complete contrast to the professional approach you’ve always advised your employees to maintain, you opened the door of your cabin and walked over to the pair, hugging your boyfriend from behind, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Han.” You muttered, placing a soft kiss on the side of his neck before glancing at the woman before you. She tried not to look at you, the same way the entire office was averting their eyes, choosing to look down at the floor instead. Afterall, no one wanted to see their boss romancing right in the middle of the workspace. You didn’t care what they thought, at least not anymore. All that mattered to you was what Jeonghan felt, so when he slowly pulled your hands away from him, you were a little hurt.

But in all fairness, Jeonghan was always like this. Always so wary of people around him, always so conscious, always so proper. If you were being honest, even you used to be the same until a few months ago. Until Jeonghan came into your life to be precise.

Before him life was different. Inheriting your father’s company at such a young age meant you had to prove you were worthy, you had to make sure you were taken seriously. That’s why you made it a point to enforce discipline at work – employees always had to be on time, tardiness was looked down upon, improper dressing was not allowed, discussing anything unrelated to work was not permitted and office romance was strictly forbidden. Again, all that was until Jeonghan made his way into your office one fine day, to interview for the position of your secretary.

You still remembered the moment he walked into your room, clutching his file against his chest, looking around with big eyes. Your childhood nanny turned caretaker introduced him, stating he was a smart guy who just finished his MBA and had a lot of potential. Apparently, a few months ago, he was recruited on the street and used to work as a part time model in your company – you couldn’t seem to recollect his face as he went on explaining how he wanted to do a more serious job now. Surely you would have known if the literal man of your dreams worked in the same space as you right? But then again, before your father died and you took over, you used to work in the writing column of this fashion magazine, the photography side of things was never in your radar. Yoon Jeonghan was never in your radar.

Making him your secretary was quite an easy decision – he had the qualifications, he already knew the company in and out and very soon, he knew you just the same too. 

Well, almost. 

He knew you took your coffee with foam art but he didn’t know it was because you liked that concentrated look on his face when he making it. He knew you always wore gloves as a fashion statement, but didn't know it was also to stop yourself from digging your nails into your skin every time you were stressed. He knew your caretaker and how important she was to you, but he didn’t know she was the closest thing you had to a mother, one whose presence you craved since you were a child. He knew inheriting this company had always been your dream but he didn’t know it was you who mixed the sleeping pills in your father’s milk that led to his overdose. 

Albeit you only added enough to make sure he wouldn’t make it to the extremely important meeting the next day. The idea was that you would have gotten the chance to replace him as CEO temporarily and show the board your talent, but apparently your father was weak enough to die from that miniscule amount, allowing you to permanently take over his role. But this wasn’t your fault, was it? So there was nothing for Jeonghan to know about it. 

Though there were a few things that he had discovered over time that a part of you wished he hadn’t - your anger, your impulsiveness, your stubbornness, your possessiveness…. He didn't know how bad it could get, but Jeonghan knew enough. That’s why the first thing he did when he pulled away from your grip was lead you to the private washroom in your cabin and fuck you mindless, thrusting into you hard and fast, letting your mark his neck carelessly.

Letting you mark him as yours.

“Fuck, baby.” He sighed, pulling you closer and wrapping your legs around his waist. Your pencil skirt went further up your torso as your boobs spilled out of your bra thanks to his sheer force as he showed no signs of slowing down. The granite of the sink counter felt unbearably cold against your bare ass but you didn’t care. Not when this position allowed him to ram into you while you ran your glove clad fingers in his hair, moaning right into his ear, and coaxing him further.

“Cum in me Hannie.” You purred, fingers digging into his arm. “Don't you want to fuck it back into me after work? I know how much you love your own sloppy seconds.”

“Don’t.” He groaned, his thrusts becoming harsher just at the thought of it. “We have an investor meeting after work today and I need to go pick up my niece after that. We can’t, baby.”

You rolled your eyes before pulling him into a heated kiss. This was what you loved and hated about this man. From day one, he was incredibly efficient, always so aware of your schedules, of which client calls to avoid, which pen to carry to sign official documents - he was the perfect secretary, always keeping an eye on everything. He was also a perfectly good man, always donning the sweetest smile, trying to be helpful, staying alert about your smallest needs and wants. As much as you loved how he looked after you, it was seeing him being nice to everyone else that bothered you. 

Why did he have to lean over the desk of the girl clearly pretending to be stupid when he clarified her doubts? Why did he always agree to the dinners and the after work parties that various women in the company invited him to? Why did the lady in the canteen always bat her eyes at him and give him extra sandwiches? And was it your fault that one fine day nearly all these women decided to mass resign from your company? Yeah maybe you glared at them a bit too much and maybe you increased their workload to an unbearable amount but they chose to resign, that wasn’t on you right? Honestly, you should have stopped employing women after that - at least then you wouldn’t have hired her and seen her getting all handsy with your man.

“Stop thinking about her.” 

Pulling you off the counter Jeonghan spun you around, letting you look at your fucked out face in the mirror. Your lipstick was smudged at the edges and the remnants of his cum were still at the corner of your lips from when you let him fuck your mouth minutes ago. “Eyes and mind on me when I’m fucking you, sweetheart.” He grabbed your face with his hand, squeezing it roughly. “The only thought that should be in your pretty little head is me, so stop thinking about her.”

And this was yet another reason you loved this man. He knew you like the back of his hand. He could tell from the slightest change in your expression what exactly you were thinking. He could tell from the furrow of your eyebrow what exactly you needed. He could tell when you wanted to be handled softly, and gently made love to and when you needed to just be fucked like a ragdoll. Right now, you just needed him to fuck the inappropriate thoughts out of your head and that’s exactly what he was doing, snapping his hips against yours with a relentless pace. Jeonghan might be someone who looked sweet and soft and fragile but man was he capable of fucking like a beast. No wonder you fell in love with him.

The moment you realised you had fallen head over heels for him, the first thing you did was simply tell him. Though it took him a fleeting moment, he confessed that he had been in love with you for the longest time now. Brfore you could properly even kiss him, he pushed you against the office window 78 floors high and fucked you right against it, ignoring the hundreds of staff on the other side of the glass cabin who didn’t know what to do but immediately evacuate from the floor. 

Since then, you had gotten the glass tinted and the two of you had christened almost every piece of furniture in your cabin in a similar fashion. You had Jeonghan’s things moved into your office from his cubicle and at any point you were not working, there was only one thing you were doing. Rather, one man you were doing. People would walk in on you more often than you liked to admit but stopping wasn’t an option and shame really wasn't a part of your character profile anymore. Only one thing mattered, then, now and always - Jeonghan, Jeonghan, Jeonghan. 

“Oh god I’m close fuck fuck fu…” You felt your mouth hang as the feeling began to tighten in you, your legs weakening. With a hand on your back, Jeonghan pushed you onto the marble of the counter, your breasts and cheek pressed onto it, his other hand on your neck, pinning you in place

“Me too baby.” He groaned, fucking himself in you harder, momentarily forgetting how tight his grip around your neck was. The oxygen to your brain being cut off only made you feel more insane, mumbling meaningless words as you felt yourself being split open by the man you love. It was only when he saw your eyes nearly roll back that he loosened his hold, pressing his fingers into the soft skin on your hips, thrusting faster and deeper, grazing that spot again and again until you finally snapped. With a loud unintelligible moan, your walls fluttered around him, clamping his length and coating it with slick in a way that immediately sent him over the edge as he came, spilling into you in spurts. With a few more thrusts he continued to ride out his high like he didn't want to leave your warmth but when you winced at the overstimulation, he grimaced and finally pulled out.

As the two of you caught your breaths, slowly straightening yourself, you turned, finding yourself towered by him. Sighing, he caught your lips with his in a sweet kiss, in complete contrast to the way he slipped his fingers into your hole, pushing his cum further into you, for later. When the two of you finally parted, he stepped back, pulling up and buttoning his pants with a small smirk on his face. You smiled back, adjusting the panties he wasn’t even bothered to remove in his urgency, as you rang for your caretaker. Like always she would help you with your clothes, hair, makeup and make you look presentable but what was the point? Anyways, in a few hour’s time, everyone would get off work and you’d have to attend that one last meeting of the day but since it was just an audio call, you could still ride Jeonghan on your office chair while you were at it. You knew how much he loved the sight of his dick covered in his own cum pumping in and out of you so another round today was a given.

Just as Jeonghan finished dressing himself, your caretaker walked in with a fresh set of clothes, trying not to meet either of your eyes as always. Normally, Jeonghan didn’t hang around till you were made decent to the public eye, he let you have your space to dress but today it was like he could tell you wanted him around. Though his neck was littered with the red of bruises and your lipstick, and he smelled like he was doused in the sweet scent of you, the image of that woman’s hand on him kept flashing in your mind. You knew he could tell you had slipped back into those thoughts as he sighed, shaking his head. 

Putting his arm out he stopped the older woman, much to your surprise. “Let me.” 

And she did, handing your clothes to him before bowing deeply and excusing herself from there. 

Your eyes followed Jeonghan as he slowly undressed you of your wrinkled clothes, sweetly kissing you anywhere and everywhere he could. You loved feeling his mouth on you like this and you know he loved it too, you could feel his lips curl into a smile against your skin. Except when he slipped your gloves off; then his expression shifted to one of pained worry.

“What happened?” He looked at you confused. “Y/n what-“

“I’m fine.” You brushed him off, but his grip on your wrist was tight. “I wasn’t careful when I used the letter opener so it just….”

“Baby.” If he could tell you were lying, you didn’t know. He just kissed your palm softly, looking at you like he was hurting more than you were. 

This man loved you. He loved you so much. He loved you just the way you were, he always made sure to let you know just how much he cared, yet you couldn’t help but continue to obsess over that memory. 

Shaking your head, you kissed him back, long and hard. 

You had to get it out of your mind. You had to do whatever it took to get it out of your mind.

This entire weekend you didn’t get to see Jeonghan thanks to his niece’s birthday. 

As much as you shouldn’t be jealous of a little girl for getting so much of your boyfriend’s attention, you were. You didn’t like anyone getting between you and Jeonghan but knowing how much he loved her, you were willing to let it slide. You still wanted to see him first thing Monday morning so you made sure to reach work as early as you could and were waiting by the door for him. 

Instead, to your surprise and disappointment, you were met with the familiar face of just the woman you didn’t want to see as she limped in, bandages scattered all over her body, her arm in a cast, hanging in a sling around her neck. 

Running your eyes over it, a small triumphant smile creeped on your face – now let her try and touch your man.

As though on cue, Jeonghan walked in, his eyes flickering between both the women before him. Reaching for your hand he pulled out the white glove you had donned today, running his finger along the fading wound. Seeing that it was much better, he interlaced his fingers with yours, and led you away to your cabin, without sparing his colleague a second look. You though, turned around just to catch sight of her dejected face. 

As Jeonghan prepared your morning coffee, you wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your chin on his shoulder, looking at the way he meticulously pressed the coffee powder. There was no fear or possessiveness in this hug, you were just happy. Jeonghan made you happy. He always made sure you were happy. 

Since the day he began working in this company, your smile was what he craved for the most. No, not since he began working as your secretary - since he was recruited as a model, when he first laid his eyes on you. 

It was during a press conference, announcing you had joined your father's company now that you had graduated from business school. You looked so prim and proper, like a sweet little girl from a high society, a perfect heiress with your glove clad hands clasped, resting on your lap modestly. Something about you was just so…. innocent, so easy to corrupt. It made Jeonghan fear for you - The corporate world was harsh and cutthroat. Sweet little things like you didn't belong here. 

But over time Jeonghan learnt you weren't the little innocent girl you seemed like after all. He saw how ambitious you were, willing to even put down others to climb the ladder, willing to do anything. He saw your anger and the things it made you do. He saw your tantrums when you didn't get what you wanted. He saw everything because Jeonghan was always watching. Always. 

He was watching you at work, he was watching you make your way home, he was watching what you did in your little penthouse, strutting around in your pretty night dresses…. Jeonghan was always watching. That's how he knew that you liked men with longer hair, and that you preferred them blonde and tall and lean. That's how he made sure to groom himself, to become the man of your dreams. Because he knew exactly what your dreams were - afterall, he always watched you sleep too. 

That's also how he knew the number of sleeping pills you added in your father's milk weren't right. Yes you were ambitious and vile but you were short sighted. What you needed wasn't an opportunity to prove yourself but a permanent position to lead the company. That was your dream after all and Jeonghan would do whatever it took to make them come true. That's why he slipped in more pills into the glass - silly little you could surely not have thought so far.

The thing that Jeonghan didn't take into consideration though, was how inaccessible you would be to him once you became CEO. He didn’t get to see you as often and even if he did, you always had company. You were constantly monitored, always followed by security, always protected. He needed other ways of getting close to you, other ways he could keep an eye on you. 

The first step was to get your previous secretary to resign. Honestly, that was probably the hardest step along the way - no matter what Jeonghan did, and mind you, he did everything possible, she did not step down from her position. So he did what he had to make sure she never returned, to make sure they didn't ever find her.

Although he might have been a little less successful on that front - from what he heard on the news yesterday, it turned out that after all this while, they finally had found her. He just hoped that the cops didn't dig around there any further - it wasn't like anything could trace back to him, he made sure of that, but he didn't know if they could digest everything they would find in his favorite dumping spot. Afterall, he had to make all those who truly knew him disappear - he couldn't take the risk of anyone letting you know what he was capable of. Of how far he was willing to go for you.

Your caretaker knew. She was the only one who knew but Jeonghan needed her. He needed someone you trusted to recommend him to you so he dealt with her in a way that was far easier - he just promised her he would pick up her granddaughter everyday after working hours and make sure she reached home safely as long as she kept her mouth shut and introduced him to you. The old lady was a sensible one - she did what she was told. Perhaps she knew that if she didn't, no one would question if her foot were to accidentally slip and send her plunging down 78 stories. No one would care. 

But if anything similar were to happen to the colleague who was trying to make a move on him yesterday, Jeonghan knew you would be suspected. He couldn't have that happen, he couldn't have anything happen to you. 

That's why he followed the woman around over the weekend, making note of where she went and what she did, waiting for the perfect opportunity to make his move. She told all the concerned employees asking her that she was too drunk and so she didn't realise she had walked into incoming traffic and Jeonghan didn’t see the need to correct her - she didn't walk on her own will, she was shoved. 

But then again, all that happened was she broke an arm and a few ribs, and dislocated her shoulder, it was hardly anything. At least when compared to the wound on your hand because of her. All that mattered was that the sight of her finally seemed to have put a smile on your face, knowing that he wouldn't have those hands on him again. That was enough for him, your happiness was enough for him. For that he would do anything. 

“Thank you for all that you do for me Han.” You muttered against his skin breathing in the combined scent of him and the coffee as he smiled to himself. But of course.  

Topping off your drink with a tiny foam heart, he turned to hand it to you, receiving your sweet smile in return. It made him scoff inwardly. Look at you, pretending to be all innocent. 

Like you too weren’t obsessively stalking her over the weekend.

Like it wasn’t your car that caused the accident that night. 

Like you didn’t pay off the cops to let you go while your employee laid bleeding and unconscious on the road. 

You always tried to hide so much behind that saccharine smile, but how could you? How could you when he was always watching? How could you when he would do anything to be by your side? How could you when he loved you more than anything Y/n? 

More than anything and longer than always. 

A/n - This is the first time I've dabbled in a genre like this so I'm nervous - kind comments and just thoughts in general are much appreciated! You can also check out Seungcheol's and Joshua's :)

[societyfolklore]

Hi 😃❤️ I love your writing! My absolutely loved “Hellcat” Loki fic! Was wondering if you took requests? It’s okay if not Lol but I just want to see what your mind can do solely by just seeing this photo.

Loki one shot request.. or should I say- LokiS

Title: Too Much Mischief

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader x Loki

Summary:  After a feast filled with wine, laughter, and just a touch too much attention from someone else, Loki pulls you into a night of possessive, indulgent worship. But when one god isn’t enough to keep up with your hunger, he conjures another

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings:  / Explicit Content /18+, Minors DNI, Explicit Smut, threesome, Double Penetration (Vaginal + M!Oral) Fingering, Oral (Receiving), Overstimulation, Possessive Loki, Mild Jealousy, Body Worship

A/N:  Thank you @mischiefmaker615 for this ask, and your patients with me to get it out to you and also to @lokisgoodgirl who’s threesome post the other month has set all this off in our minds..

The wine was still sweet on your tongue when he pressed you against the door, the wood solid and cool at your back in contrast to the flush blooming beneath your skin. Your breath caught, laughter from the feast still clinging to your lips. His body was warm, his scent thick with wine, spice, and something darker, power curling at the edges. The pressure of his hips against yours made your thighs tense instinctively, and your fingertips dug lightly into his arms. That hunger in him was unmistakable, simmering just below the surface, and it set your blood humming before his lips had even touched you. the echo of music and laughter from the great hall still lingering in your ears like a fading spell.

Loki’s hands were already at your hips, thumbs slipping beneath the silk belt cinched at your waist. The faint scent of myrrh and aged wine clung to his skin, mingling with yours. You were half-drunk on mischief and the god whose lips now ghosted over your throat, your body still humming with the leftover warmth of wine and candlelight and too many teasing glances across the feast table.

“You laughed too hard,” he murmured, voice like velvet smoke curling into your ear. “At him.”

You blinked up at him, bemused, fingers curling loosely in the fabric of his tunic. “Who?”

“That pompous lord with the bad teeth,” he said, tone sharp but his grip gentle. “You touched his arm. Your eyes sparkled.”

You couldn’t help it,you laughed again, warm and unguarded. "Are you jealous, my king?"

His answering hum vibrated against your skin. "Should I be?"

He didn’t wait for your answer. Instead, his teeth grazed the underside of your jaw, not hard, but deliberate enough to make your breath stutter. His hands gripped tighter, possessive now, pulling you against the firm lines of his body.

“You glow when you want to be seen,” he whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “So let’s see you glow for me.”

His hands slid lower, gripping beneath your thighs, and in a swift, fluid motion, he lifted you. You wrapped your legs around him instinctively, clinging to him as he carried you across the room, his foot kicking shut the chamber door, past flickering candles casting dancing shadows along the gilded walls.

He set you down near the foot of your shared bed with care, like setting down something precious, no, sacred. But before he could fully devour you with his eyes, your hands were already at his chest, pushing open the fine brocade of his tunic. The clasps came undone easily beneath your fingers, revealing pale, unmarked skin and the sinuous stretch of muscle beneath.

Loki stilled for a moment as you undressed him, as though savoring the feeling of your hands on him. He let you explore, let you peel the fabric away inch by inch- his tunic sliding off his shoulders, then his undershirt, leaving him gloriously bare from the waist up. Your palms slid over the firm plane of his chest, fingers grazing his ribs, then dipping lower to the soft trail of hair that vanished beneath his trousers.

You leaned in and kissed the hollow of his throat, tasting the salt of his skin and the faint sweetness of mead. He groaned softly, head tilting back to give you more. When you finally looked up, his blur eyes were molten, dark with something reverent and possessive all at once.

Then he turned you again, slowly, like a dance. His touch turned reverent, undoing the knots of your gown with slow precision, letting the fabric slip down your shoulders and fall to the floor with a whisper, like it too was holding its breath. The silk pooled at your feet as his eyes dragged up your form, dark and glinting, unblinking. He didn’t look away, not even for a breath.

He looked at you like a man seeing a vision. A marvel. A possession he'd never relinquish. A goddess he'd built from starlight and shadow.

And maybe, in that moment, he believed he was unveiling something divine.

His lips found your collarbone, then your shoulder, trailing kisses like stardust, until you were gasping softly, arching into his touch. His hands traced your arms, your back, like he was learning your skin by heart, mapping every freckle, every tremble, every pulse.

“Mine,” he breathed, not a question but a vow. His voice settled low in your belly, stirring heat as his breath fanned across your chest. The scent of wine and him, swirled in your senses, heady and thick. You nodded, slower than you meant to, drunk on the moment, on him, on everything.

Your fingers threaded into his raven-dark hair, tugging gently, clumsily. He laughed low in his throat, the sound rich and just a little slurred, like even he wasn’t immune to the feast’s haze. He worshipped you with mouth and hands, easing you down onto the bed like you were spun glass wrapped in silk.

He kissed your wrist, your sternum, the inside of your elbow like they were precious altars, lips lingering a fraction too long, mouth parted like he was tasting prayers.

Loki kissed down your neck, to the swell of your breast, to the curve of your waist, each press of his lips soft but deliberate. He chuckled softly when you shivered, pleased with the effect he had, pleased with himself. You felt the heat of his breath, the occasional graze of teeth, his hands dragging lazily down your sides as though he were pouring himself over you.

He sucked gently at the tender flesh just below your ribs, marking you with purpose. One of his hands clumsily knocked over a goblet left by the bed, but neither of you flinched, too wrapped up in the weight of skin and desire.

His eyes fixed on you, pupils blown, lips wet. You were already breathless, legs parted slightly, pulse racing as he knelt between them, murmuring something you couldn't hear.

“You wanted worship,” he murmured, voice husky with promise.

“I wanted you,” you replied, reaching for him, voice barely above a whisper.

“Oh, darling,” he purred, kissing your thigh, nuzzling against the soft, sensitive skin with the tip of his nose. “You’ll have me. All of me.”

His breath was hot against your core, and then his tongue flicked out- slow, sinful, teasing. He licked a long, deliberate stripe through your folds, tasting you like wine he planned to savor. You gasped, hips twitching, as he dragged the flat of his tongue back down again, wetter, firmer. His mouth was hungry, greedy, wet, and relentless. He sucked your clit into his mouth, slow pulses of pressure sending heat coiling deep in your belly.

He groaned into you, the vibration making you cry out, fingers fisting in the sheets. Then he did it again, and again, tonguing you with the precision of a man obsessed, alternating between soft laps and decadent suckling. His fingers spread you wider as his tongue fucked into you, slow and filthy and your legs trembled as you writhed beneath him.

Every kiss to your cunt felt like a spell. Every slow suck was a command. He whispered praises into your skin between licks, his voice sticky with need. “So sweet… so eager for me… look how you open for me…”

You moaned, helpless, head lolling, the world turning to static. Your limbs were boneless, spread across the bed like you’d melted into it, the world reduced to wet heat and his name echoing in your skull. Everything throbbed. Everything begged. And then,

You felt it.

Another hand.

Not his. Not that one. This one was new, cooler at first, but no less confident. Fingertips slid up your side, ghosting just beneath the curve of your breast. You flinched, startled, but the hand didn’t retreat. It caressed. It claimed.

Your eyes shot open, a gasp breaking the air, but Loki didn’t stop. His mouth was still buried between your thighs, tongue gliding through your folds like he owned you. He was still kissing you, still tasting you, still smirking into your sex.

“Loki?”

A second set of lips brushed your shoulder, slightly wine-sweet, hot and slow. “Shhh,” said a familiar voice, warm and wicked against your skin.

Your breath caught as your head rolled to the side. Another Loki, identical in every way, from the curl of his grin to the glint of want in his eyes, was now at your side, stroking your cheek, tilting your chin with careful fingers.

He looked amused. He looked hungry.

You blinked at him in disbelief, but the original Loki chuckled from between your legs, voice muffled but smug: “You wanted attention, sweet thing…”

The illusion’s grin widened. “So let’s give you everything.”

“You wanted attention,” the first Loki said, sliding a finger inside you slowly, the motion smooth and possessive, making you gasp and arch. “So let’s give you everything.” His voice was warm against your thigh, still damp from his mouth, still flushed from the feast, like every part of him vibrated with barely restrained need.

The second Loki, his twin in hunger and sin, smiled at your gasp, and lowered his mouth to your throat. He kissed you there, teeth grazing lightly. “You like being spoiled, don’t you?” he murmured between licks, tongue dragging along your skin, catching the salt of your sweat.

They moved in perfect sync, one mouth at your throat, the other kissing the inside of your knee. One hand cupping your breast, the other drawing lazy circles on your clit, slick and teasing.

The one between your thighs, still the original, you thought, though it was becoming harder to care. His touch was warmer, more practiced, deliberate in a way that made your nerves light up. The second, at your lips, felt sharper, more electric, like his hunger ran closer to the surface, eager to consume you. Where one worshipped, the other devoured. And caught between them, you burned with the impossible need to be taken by both. Hooked his arm beneath your thigh and spread you wider. He groaned at the sight of you, at the feel of you dripping for him, and leaned in again, tongue lapping through your folds as though he hadn’t just had a mouthful of you. He flattened his tongue, dragging it slow and heavy before curling the tip up to flick your clit in wet, languid strokes.

Above, the second Loki leaned down and kissed your lips, muffling your moans as the other devoured you. His tongue slid into your mouth just as the one between your thighs slid two fingers deep inside you, curling and pumping with firm, decadent pressure. You whimpered against the clone’s mouth, your thighs trembling.

“So soft,” one said, lips brushing the underside of your jaw.

“Made to be touched,” the other echoed, his fingers thrusting deeper, hitting that spot that made you cry out.

“Made to be adored,” came the whisper from behind your ear, followed by a nibble that made your hips jerk.

“Made to be ruined,” they breathed together.

And you moaned- overwhelmed, undone, slick and shaking, caught between gods who worshipped like sinners, who loved with their mouths and hands and endless need. Their voices wrapped around you, and their bodies worked you like they were trying to break you apart in the most beautiful way.

You were gasping, already close, but they weren’t done- not even close. If anything, your desperation only spurred them on, coaxing soft praise from their mouths and filth from their fingers.

They didn’t let you fall. They turned you with careful hands, guiding you gently, reverently, onto your stomach, lifting your hips until you were perfectly displayed for them, wanton and trembling. One Loki pressed a kiss to the back of your neck, hot and possessive, teeth dragging gently before he soothed the sting with his tongue. The other trailed kisses lower, mouth finding the dip of your spine, each press making your skin tighten and your pulse race.

Fingers spread your legs wider and you felt the slick head of a cock slide teasingly through your folds. He moved slowly, deliberately, coating himself in your arousal as he dragged his tip up and down, grazing your clit on every pass. Your thighs shook with every glide, your body instinctively pushing back, greedy and aching.

You bent lower, arching for him, offering yourself without shame. Each shift of his hips made your breath hitch, the press of him maddening in its restraint. Your hands crawled across the sheets, fingers curling into the fabric like you needed something- anything- to anchor you.

“Still so wet,” one of them murmured behind you, voice thick with approval. “So eager to be filled.”

The bed dipped, and then one of their hands tangled in your hair, wrapping it around his fist and gently tipping your head up. Your movements slowed, spine arched beautifully, as your gaze met the other Loki’s, gaze dark and sharp as obsidian, pupils blown wide with hunger. Your lips parted on instinct, eyes glassy with lust, clouded like wine left in the sun.

You couldn’t think. You didn’t want to think. There was only obedience, only need.

He guided his cock to your lips, and you opened for him like a prayer, tongue flicking out to taste the head before he eased inside, slow and deliberate. At the same moment, you felt the other Loki press forward behind you, the head of his cock breaching your entrance in one long, stretching glide that made your back arch and your breath stutter. The dual sensation hit like lightning, your lips parted wide, the weight of one cock on your tongue as the other pushed deeper into your slick heat, claiming you from both ends. Your body quaked, overwhelmed and open, held in place by hands and hunger, every nerve alive with the impossible fullness that had only just begun.

“You can take it,” one said, voice silk and steel against your skin, the command ringing in your chest.

“You will take it,” the other finished, his thumb brushing over your cheek, the touch unexpectedly tender as your mouth stretched wide around him.

They groaned in unison as they began to move, one sliding into you from behind, slow and deep, the other fucking your mouth with matching rhythm, shallow thrusts that let you breathe, just barely. You whimpered as your hips rocked back to meet the thick, stretching drag of Loki's cock inside you, each inch sinking deeper, making your inner walls pulse and flutter around him. The weight in your throat was just as commanding, his cock nudging toward the back of your mouth, retreating only to roll forward again, a rhythm meant to make you pliant, docile, adored.

You were so full, and every roll of their hips made you cry out, the sound lost around the cock in your throat. Your hands clawed at the sheets, fingers splayed wide as you tried to anchor yourself to something solid, anything to stop you from floating out of your own skin. Each slow, deliberate thrust left you more unmoored.

They moved together, thrusts matching, building slowly, rhythm hypnotic and precise. One hand slid up your spine, smoothing sweat-slick skin with a worshipful touch, fingers pressing into the knots of tension as though coaxing you into submission. Another hand cupped your jaw with surprising tenderness, guiding your face so he could watch you unravel around him.

You moaned around one cock while the other filled you from behind, your body trembling from the sheer stretch and weight of them, dizzy from the fullness, the rhythm, the heat of them praising you through every inch. Each thrust was slow but deep, dragging along every sensitive place, pushing into spots that had you gasping and whining without shame.

“So good,” the Loki behind you growled, his voice gravelly, rough with restraint as his fingers bruised your hips. “Taking me so well. Like you were made for this. No one else makes you need like this.”

His words landed with heat that pulsed deeper than where he drove himself inside you. The stretch, the fullness, the unbearable intimacy of being taken like this,by two of him,reduced you to pure sensation. His pace stayed deliberate, grounding, as though daring you to ever try and forget it was him that drew those sounds from you. Every thrust was a claim, deep and dragging, rubbing against the place inside you that made sparks bloom behind your eyes.

“With your mouth full,” the one in front murmured, his thumb stroking across your jaw, smearing a bead of spit from the corner of your lips. “So pretty like this,” he cooed, voice heavy with affection and filth, “You were meant to kneel for your king.”

You tried to respond, tried to moan around him, but all that left you was a ragged, muffled whimper. Your throat was filled, stretched wide by his cock, and your cunt was clenching wildly around the other, squeezing each time he bottomed out. Your thoughts had liquified, spilled from your mind, replaced by the sharp ache of need and the ecstasy of surrender. You blinked up at the Loki above you, glassy and dazed, drool wetting your lips, your whole body trembling as your spine arched further for him.

Behind you, the other Loki’s pace faltered just slightly, his groan rougher now, more guttural. “Fuck,” he hissed through his teeth, one hand slipping to your thigh to anchor you, the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. “You feel like sin, wrapped around me like that..”

You whimpered in answer, the sound wet and helpless, and he rewarded it with a sharp thrust that made your breath stutter and your limbs shake.

Hands slid around your waist, possessive and trembling, dragging you back onto him with more urgency now. “Good girl,” came the praise, his voice hoarse and strained, each word laced with the tension of a man barely holding himself together. “So perfect… fuck- so tight when you’re close.”

You cried out around the cock in your mouth, your tongue pressed flat as the Loki above you rocked forward again, groaning at the way your lips clung to him. Your fingers twisted the sheets into taut, wrinkled ropes beneath your knuckles, gripping for purchase as your body writhed under the weight and rhythm of them.

“Just look at you, glowing for us.” His voice sounded reverent now, like he couldn’t believe the vision of you strung between them, mouth stretched, body slick and yielding. But there was a tremble in his hips too, a slight stutter in his thrusts.

“All ours now,” the other breathed, possessive, his eyes locked on your flushed, wrecked face. He thrust forward again, his jaw clenched tight as he watched you take him deeper, his pace just beginning to lose its edge of control.

Between them, you burned, your pleasure mirrored in their unraveling, both of them on the brink, their praises melting into groans, their perfect rhythm beginning to break apart as you dragged them toward the edge with you.

Your body pulsed between them, suspended in a perfect, burning now. They used you slowly, completely, as though you were meant to be loved this way, unrelentingly, reverently, thoroughly. Their hands steadied you, their voices murmured praise and command, and their cocks filled you in tandem, stretching you around the edges of your sanity.

The pressure built unbearably- every muscle taut, every nerve sparking. Your thighs trembled violently, your moans wet and helpless, your eyes unfocused. Every breath was a gasp, every sensation too much and not enough all at once.

The Loki behind you growled, the sound ragged and raw. The noise rolled through you, vibrating straight down your spine. You could feel the tension in him, how close he was, how your trembling, slick body clenched around him like a vice. His breath broke against your back, hot and fast, and he muttered curses under his breath, sharp, as if trying to hold onto the last threads of restraint. You felt his hips stutter, the grip on your waist tightening, his cock throbbing inside you as he lost the rhythm he'd worked so hard to maintain. And still you rocked against him, head dizzy with heat, needing more, needing him to fall apart with you. "Gods" he hissed through clenched teeth. His thrusts became erratic, deeper, sharper, the slick slap of his hips against yours echoing through the chamber. "Yes, that's it, squeeze me darling," he growled, the edge of a snarl in his voice. "So tight."

The one in your mouth groaned, his voice guttural and dark. "Swallow every drop, darling. Don’t waste a bit. You’ll take it- Just like that, yes, yes…"

And then you shattered between them, mind blank, body seized in pure, raw climax. You sobbed around the cock in your throat, cunt clamping down hard as your body arched and quaked, taken completely. The Loki buried inside you cursed harshly as he spilled deep, hips jerking as he pressed flush to your ass. You could feel it- hot, pulsing, thick, filling you until it leaked around the edges.

At the same time, the Loki in your mouth gave a broken groan, cock twitching as he came with a rush down your throat, his hand cupping your cheek as you swallowed around him. The taste flooded your mouth, salty, musky, him, and your lips stayed parted obediently as he rode it out, panting your name like a litany.

When it was done, you felt them both pull away- first from your throat, then from your cunt, leaving you aching, twitching, and slick with their release. You whimpered at the sudden loss, body clenching down on emptiness, lips still parted like they might return. Your body throbbed with every heartbeat, clit still fluttering, cunt still clenching reflexively around nothing. You could feel your own pulse in every inch of yourself, like your body couldn’t accept that it was over.

The emptiness made you tremble harder, breath shallow and hitched. The room was quiet save for the sound of ragged breathing and the soft shift of linens beneath you. You collapsed, boneless, face-first into the sheets, gasping as the heat of your skin met the coolness of the bed. The muscles in your legs gave out completely, your knees unable to hold the aftershocks, and you crumpled with a soft cry.

The bed shifted around you, and for a dizzying moment, it felt like they merged beside you, two gods blurring back into one, the weight of them pressing in from both sides, a wall of heat and skin and scent. You moaned softly at the ghost of their touch, too tired to reach for them but aching in your bones for more.

But only one set of arms wrapped around you, strong and sure, pulling you back into a firm chest. A single heartbeat, steady and loud, thudded against your spine as warm lips brushed your shoulder, reverent now. A hand dragged lazily down your thigh, across the mess between your legs, possessive even in the calm.

"Next time," the original Loki murmured, brushing sweat-damp hair from your face, voice thick with satisfaction and promise, "perhaps a third?"

You groaned, eyes fluttering shut, mouth too sore to argue. "Don’t you dare."

But even as your body ached and your breath slowed, a quiet, pulsing need still throbbed low in your belly. You should’ve felt satisfied. You should’ve been sated. But all you felt was the echo of them, both of them, etched into your skin, and the way your body already ached to feel it again.

[taeyongdoyoung]

welcome to new york

summary: moving to your dream city all by yourself can be daunting. but finding the perfect roommate has never been easier... pairing: vernon x reader genre: fantasy, romcom, smut, roommates to lovers warnings: mentions of blood (duh), fangs, all the vampire stuff, past murder but it's ok ❤️, reader is a bit of a bimbo honestly, female masturbation, crying, kissing, fingering, bathtub action, begging, orgasm denial, praise, spitting+swallowing (gasp), unprotected sex, the occasional lyrics or quote references author's note: title is inspired by taylor's welcome to new york, the plot is inspired by twilight + my roommate is a vampire, the feelings are inspired by a dream i had about vernon <3 word count: 3.9k

Ever since you were little, you'd daydreamed about moving to New York, leaving everything and everyone behind, starting a new life for yourself. So, now that your dream is finally on the verge of coming true, only one last tiny detail remains - finding the perfect roommate. Even though you saved up quite a bit of money, in order to save even more that would allow you to continue pursuing your goals, you have to discover someone willing to split the rent with you. However, that proves quite a difficult ordeal to achieve in one of the most expensive cities in the world. You go through hundreds of possible candidates and everyone either seems too suspicious or the rent required is too pricey. You are about to give up and go back to your small town with your tail between your legs when out of nowhere, the ideal candidate appears on the website.

He's your age, he lives alone but needs someone to split the rent with and most importantly, the rent is pretty affordable. No way. This seems too good to be true. You have to check the situation out yourself. So, you immediately message the number on the site to set up a meeting in person. Without thinking of any potential downsides, you decide to see the guy directly at his apartment. Without telling anyone where you're going. After all, who would you tell? The second you saved enough money, you hopped on the first plane to New York and never looked back.

"Hi, it's nice to meet you, I'm Y/N," you introduce yourself politely, shaking the guy's hand.

"Hi, I'm Vernon," he responds, inviting you in. "Feel free to look around the place. Here is the living room, the kitchen and the bathroom. You'd have a separate room, of course."

"Wait, where would you sleep?" you ask worriedly.

"Uh, the living room is fine," Vernon shrugs it off nonchalantly.

"No way!" you argue rightaway, "This is your home."

"I really don't mind, trust me. Listen, the place is a little small, so I'll understand if you got a better offer…"

"Are you kidding?" you exclaim. "Everything looks perfect. Too perfect, if I have to be honest."

Vernon smiles nervously and scratches the back of his head.

"So, where's the catch?"

"Erm…you'd be surprised to know how many conservative and racist people have refused to live with me."

"That's crazy," you shake your head. "I seriously don't see any problem with you or the place."

"So, you're interested?" Vernon eyes you hopefully.

"Not just interested. I'm willing to sign a contract right now. On one condition."

"Anything," the guy seems desperate enough.

"I'll take the living room. It's only fair, since I'm imposing on you…"

Vernon sighs deeply but seeing as arguing might potentially push you away, he acquiesces.

"Fine. But I have a little condition myself."

"What is it?" you are curious.

"If I'm going to continue being in my room, can we like…respect each other's space? As in, don't enter without knocking, that kind of thing."

Everyone has rights to privacy, so, of course, you agree.

"That's fine by me, I always knock," you reassure him. "But what about the living room? Isn't it kind of a shared space? With it…leading towards the outside world."

Vernon flinches as if the very thought of the outside world is repulsive. Huh. Weird.

"I work from home so I rarely go outside. I'm okay with knocking on the door to the living room, whenever you choose to close it."

"That's settled, then."

"Oh, and one last thing. Could you keep the window blinds closed if I were to go enter the living room during the day? I kinda have this sun allergy that really irritates my eyes and um…skin."

You didn't even know such a thing existed.

"Alright. I myself am not a huge fan of strong sunlight, so I don't see a problem."

You're too excited by the opportunity to live with this seemingly perfect roommate that you remain blind to any red flags. So, you sign the roommate agreement and all the rent details without having any second thoughts.

The start of your cohabitation with Vernon is ideal. You both respect each other's space as previously discussed. Truthfully, you don't see much of him. During the day, he mainly stays cooped up in his room, working. And during the night, he probably sleeps, you assume. Although, sometimes you could swear you hear the sounds of the outside door being unlocked. But perhaps it's just your vivid imagination.

It is a shame, though. Considering Vernon's a New York native, you'd greedily hoped he'd be able to show you the best spots in this magical city. However, no such thing has happened so far.

One random Saturday morning, after a particularly exhausting week, you decide to ask Vernon if he has some free time to take you out. Alas, in your excitement, you forget the most important rule of your roommate contract. Knocking. So, as you swing the door to his room open, you are stunned, to say the least, by the sight before your eyes.

Vernon is sitting on the edge of his bed, drinking a red liquid from what strongly resembles a…blood bank?!?! You drop your phone you'd been holding and it tumbles on the ground with a loud thud.

Vernon looks up in horror. His instinctive reaction is to bare his fangs at you, which only makes you take a hesitant step back. You are the first to break the awkward silence.

"I'm s-sorry, I should have knocked," you whisper anxiously and are about to run out of here when Vernon abandonds the blood bank and grips your wrist tightly.

"Wait, I can explain!" he growls, his voice deeper and rougher than you'd previously noticed it to be.

"How can you explain this?" you exclaim, looking at the blood spilling from the bank on the ground. "Is it…like a kink thing?!"

"I'm afraid not," Vernon sighs in desperation.

"Did you kill someone?!" you immediately gasp in terror, assuming the most terrible thing.

"Worse," he smiles sadly and it almost breaks you.

He's been so nice to you…You should give him the benefit of the doubt. There has to be a reasonable explanation. Except…there isn't. There's only an unreasonable one.

"You're…no way," you mumble in disbelief.

"Say it. Out loud," Vernon urges you to speak, already seeing the impossible thought forming in your eyes.

"You're a vampire," you breathe out.

Vernon slowly nods, confirming the unbelievable truth.

"How do you get access to these?" pointing at the blood banks, you ask the only logical question that comes to mind.

"I have a doctor friend who helps me smuggle them out of a hospital. Not too many at once, or else someone might suspect me."

"And…you don't kill people?" you have to make sure.

"Not at the moment, no," Vernon replies.

"But…you have…in the past?"

"Unintentionally. But yes. Many years ago, there weren't blood banks just lying around, waiting to be stolen."

"How old are you, exactly?" you need to know.

"27," Vernon confirms.

"How long have you been 27?"

"…A while."

"Define a while."

"More than a hundred years."

"Oh, wow. Wait, is that why you insisted on keeping the blinds closed and the privacy thing? Because you're a…vampire?"

"You catch on quick," Vernon chuckles sarcastically. "That’s also why I suggested staying in the living room. I don't really sleep."

"Why are you telling me all this?" you ask. "What if I can’t keep your secret? Wouldn’t you be in danger?"

"Are you seriously worried about me right now?" Vernon leans in closer and you take a tentative step back until your back hits the wall. Oh.

"I mean, duh. I don't think I'll be able to find a better roommate,” you giggle nervously.

"You are not thinking of moving out?"

"Nope, I'm good here," you respond truthfully, even though you might be crazy for it.

"Do I not scare you? At all?" Vernon inquires, his ridiculously pretty face inches away from yours.

"Maybe just a little bit," you confess. "But if you wanted to kill me, you could have done so already."

"I could be biding my time. Make you trust me and then, poof, end it all," he replies, but his tone is so calming you can't possibly imagine him hurting you.

"Yeah, no, I don't see it," you grin boldly at him. "Anyways, I wanted to ask you if you can show me around New York. There's so much I haven't seen yet and I thought you'd know all the good spots, being from here."

Vernon is stunned by how undisturbed you are by the revelation of him being a vampire. So, he feels the need to remind you.

"Um, I'd be happy to do that, but you'll have to wait until the sunset. Vampire and sunlight, not a great combo, remember?"

"Right, silly me," you slap your forehead in amusement. "It's a date, then?"

"Sure," Vernon agrees.

It only hits him later that he hasn't been on a date since the 80s…

When the sun goes down and the moon comes up, you two go out to explore the beautiful city. Vernon shows you the best nightscapes, the cutest cafés that work at night and the bars with the awesomest music. Soon, this becomes your little tradition and you visit many cool places together, making magical memories.

On one of your nightly hang-outs, Vernon whispers something surprising.

"You don't have to knock anymore."

"Oh?"

"I mean, you already know my biggest secret, so…it's fine if you just enter my room."

"Alright," you smile sweetly. "You don't have to knock, either. I don't have any secrets."

In retrospect, this was probably a bad idea. Because you forgot that you do have a secret. Even though you and Vernon have been going out almost every night, you still haven't gotten around to telling him about your feelings for him. And you haven't done anything remotely romantic on your "dates". At the beginning, you thought that with time he'd figure it out himself and it'd save you the trouble of actually confessing. But as you grow closer, you realize Vernon is completely clueless about how much you like him. You have no idea how these things work in the vampire world, but you believe you'll have to eventually be more direct.

One evening, Vernon tells you he'll go meet up with his friend to restock on his blood bank supply. So, you're left alone in the apartment for a few hours. Honestly, you welcome the opportunity to have some "me"-time. You usually take care of your needs in the bathroom because it has a lock. But since Vernon will be outside for a while, you make yourself comfortable in the living room. Playing stimulating music and even lighting a scented candle, you decide to let go of all your frustrations. However, you don't realize how much pent-up pressure has been residing inside of you. And more importantly, you lose track of time.

Eyes closed, you are unabashedly pleasuring yourself when Vernon walks in the apartment. Him being a vampire, unfortunately, comes with him being extremely quiet. You don't even hear him enter the living room.

Eyes closed, you are unabashedly pleasuring yourself when Vernon walks in the apartment. Him being a vampire, unfortunately, comes with him being extremely quiet. You don't even hear him enter the living room. Lost in the feeling, you accidentally call out his name. He gasps in surprise, which causes your eyes to fly open.

Finally spotting him in the corner of the room, your cheeks flood with colour and you quickly try to cover up with a pillow. Even though it is too late and he already saw and heard everything.

"I'm s-so sorry, I didn't n-notice you came back, um…" you mumble, feeling terribly ashamed.

Vernon doesn't say anything for a while, which only adds to your mortification. So, you burst into tears.

He rushes to your side and finally speaks.

"Hey, it's okay, don't cry. It's totally normal. I'm…should have let you know when I walked in. But at the same time I didn't want to interrupt. You just seemed to be having such a good time. And then you said my n-"

"Agh, please, don't remind me," you cry out, hiding your face with your hands. "I feel awful about it."

"Why do you feel awful? Did it turn you off when you realized I was watching you?"

"No, of course not, that's not it. I feel awful about…revealing my feelings in this embarrassing way. I should have just…told you."

"Your feelings?" Vernon tilts his head in confusion. "And what would those be?"

"Isn't it obvious?" you reply sheepishly. "I really, really, really like you, Vernon."

"That's a lot of reallys," he laughs.

"I could always add more," you sigh wistfully.

"Why would you like me? I've killed people before."

"It doesn't matter to me," you insist. "You've been so nice to me. I just feel so happy living with you, exploring the city and listening to all this amazing music together. It's more than I've ever dreamt of."

"What if I lose control one day?" Vernon keeps trying to change your mind.

"I trust you," you are confident in your judgement.

"Don't," he warns softly and kisses you.

You accept his lips eagerly. His lips are cold against your warm ones, but the contrast couldn't be sweeter. Your eyes flutter closed, as Vernon places his hand against your cheek. Looping your arms around his neck, you pull him closer. You want more and can never be satisfied. Vernon, however, seems to disagree, and breaks the kiss.

"I can't…"

"Why not?" you pout sadly.

"I'm afraid of hurting you. It's too much, all at once. I don't know how to explain it but…the sound of your blood running is literally driving me insane."

"I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault," Vernon laughs bitterly. "This was a bad idea. I've lived alone for so long, what made me think I could have a human roommate?"

"I thought you needed help splitting the rent," you remind him of the information written on the website.

He shakes his head.

"Rent was never the issue for me. I just felt so lonely…I thought I could give this a try. I imagined myself strong enough to control my bloodthirst."

"But you are strong enough," you desperately attempt to convince him. "I'm still alive, no?"

"It's taking every ounce of my being to not drink from you," Vernon explains.

"Then, drink from me," you provoke him without thinking.

"And if I can't stop?"

"You will," you reply, fully confident in him.

And apparently, your conviction is powerful enough to change his mind. Vernon cautiously leans in, piercing your neck with his sharp fangs. Then, he starts drinking from you. Slowly. As if he's making love. It is strange how addicting and hypnotizing the feeling is. You wonder if it is the same for him. Or if it is even more intensified.

A couple of moments pass and dizziness suddenly threatens to take over. You hold onto his leather jacket weakly. And he stops. Pulling away from your neck, he looks at you deeply, his eyes strangely moist.

"How are you feeling?" he asks gently, as he presses a napkin against your neck to avoid making a mess. Luckily, the bleeding stops quickly.

"Sleepy. But okay," you admit.

"That's a relief," Vernon responds, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "I would hate to hurt you."

"You won't hurt me, Vernon," you once again express your belief in him.

"Let's hope you're right," he sighs.

"So…I confessed my feelings, we kissed and then you drank from my blood. What are we?" you blink at him hopefully.

"Hm, what do you mean? We just chilling," Vernon shrugs casually.

"We what?!" you are shocked. He really is the most nonchalant guy ever!

"Just kidding," he flicks your nose playfully. "Can we do the boyfriend-girlfriend thing?"

"I'd be honoured!" you smile cheerfully and kiss him again.

You start going on even more dates (this time official ones) with Vernon to all the cute restaurants and fun record stores. Even though he doesn't eat human food, he is still kind enough to take you places and show you all the hidden spots you never imagined possible. Things between you are progressing slowly but steadily. You haven't done much besides kissing, holding hands and occasionally urging Vernon to drink from you. Because when your roommate turned boyfriend is the chillest vampire, how could you possibly resist the temptation?

One Friday night, you are feeling particularly impatient. You're already fairly certain Vernon is perfectly capable of controlling himself. After all, he agreed to date you, so his affections for you must be stronger than the lust for blood. However, you are pretty sure that your lust for him is even stronger. So, you try to come up with a plan that would convince him to just let go.

You are taking a comforting bath and you purposefully "forgot" your towel in the living room. Now, you could, of course, go outside naked, carpet be damned, and grab the towel yourself. But that would destroy the perfect plan you've come up with. Vernon is currently in his room, probably reading something. And the bathroom is strategically close to his room. You just need to play your cards right.

"Vernooon," you open the bathroom door slightly, calling for him.

No response.

Oh, shit. You forgot that he often puts his big headphones and listens to music while reading. He might not even hear you calling.

"Vernoooooon," you call out more loudly.

Luckily, his vampire hearing is stronger than his headphones. And he comes out of his room to check what's going on.

"What's up?"

"I forgot my towel in the living room, can you please get it for me?" your head peaking out of the door, you pout, batting your eyelashes in what you imagine is your most innocent face.

"Sure," Vernon agrees easily and makes his way to the other room. Okay, this is going well.

Once he's out of eyeshot, you proceed to step two of your "genius" plan. Leaving the door slightly ajar, you go back inside the bathtub.

"Should I leave it outside?" Vernon is back extremely fast. Shit, vampire speed. Wait, what was the next step?

"N-no," you panic. "Just come inside."

"Hm? Okay," he replies and steps into the bathroom, handing you the towel.

You abruptly stand up and Vernon immediately closes his eyes, politely holding the towel out for you. Aw, man, this is not going according to plan!

You don't want the stupid towel! You just want him! Why is this so hard?

"Why are you not taking it?" Vernon asks, still not daring to open his eyes.

Come on!

"I don't want it," you confess dumbly.

"Huh? But you said…"

"Forget it," you huff in annoyance.

"I wish I could read your mind," Vernon responds.

"Open your eyes," you are down so bad for him you decide to just be honest.

"But you're naked…" he reminds you.

"Exactly."

Vernon finally opens his eyes and stares at you in a confusion.

You take the initiative once again and kiss him passionately, trying to convey all your thoughts and wishes into the action. It finally clicks.

"You don't want the towel," he repeats.

"Took you a while," you chuckle proudly.

Vernon takes off his shirt and pants in a hurry, letting them fall on the bathroom floor. And gets inside of the bathtub with you.

He kisses you once more and you can't stop smiling against his lips.

"I want you," you admit with longing.

"You could have just said that," he laughs. "Turn around."

You do as he asks, leaning your back against his chest. Vernon caresses your skin softly before spreading your wet folds with his long fingers. You arch your back, immediately unravelling under his touch. Then, he slides one finger inside easily, making you gasp with need.

"More," you beg greedily.

"Slut," he whispers softly, but for some reason the word feels like a compliment.

Vernon adds a second finger and starts moving them inside of you with inhuman (ha-ha) speed. With his other hand, he holds you in place, because you can't help but thrash around, overwhelmed by the sensation.

"Feel s-so good," you slur, aching for release.

Just then, as you are so close to completely coming undone, Vernon stops his movements and removes his fingers.

"N-nooo," you cry sadly, looking back at him, as your sweet pleasure was ripped from you so cruelly.

"Be patient, my darling human," he chuckles. "Let's get out of here."

You pout but before you could think of arguing, Vernon has picked you up in his arms and in no time, you are inside of his room, lying on his bed, to be particular.

Vernon kisses you again, pinning you down beneath him.

"I need you," you sniffle wretchedly.

"You have no idea what you do to me," he grunts.

"Show me, then," you challenge him.

He slides his thick cock inside of you before you could think about begging him again. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck.

"You drive me crazy," Vernon admits.

"You don't show it a lot," you murmur self-consciously.

"If I did, we wouldn't have any furniture left," he threatens with a grin.

"That's okay, you don't need sleep anyway."

"What about you?" Vernon asks.

"I can sleep in the bathroom if it means having you like this," you laugh wildly.

Vernon shakes his head and continues thrusting at a fast but still somewhat controlled tempo.

"Please, please, let me cum, I've been so good for you," you plead.

"Good? You lied about forgetting your towel just to get me inside of the bathroom," Vernon scoffs.

"Wait, you knew I lied?" you blush in embarrassment.

"Of course, I knew. I can hear your heartbeat, your blood running through your veins, every little sound and detail. Remember?"

"I have the bad habit of forgetting important stuff," you blink dumbly.

"Well, then, I'll make sure to remind you more often," Vernon presses his thumb against your clit as he fucks into you rapidly, causing you to tip over the edge.

Your mind goes blank for a couple of moments but he isn't done with you. Not even close.

"Open your mouth for me," Vernon commands.

You do as he asks, not even thinking twice about it. He spits directly on your tongue, the action so dirty and yet so natural your first instinct is to swallow it.

"Good girl," he whispers and his words are enough to send you reeling.

Vernon finally reaches his own satisfaction and though you are not entirely informed about the science surrounding it, you are glad to see him bury his head into your shoulder.

"If I wasn't already dead, you'd kill me," he laughs, the sound muffled against your skin.

"I've never met anyone more alive than you," you reassure him, kissing the top of his head.

Shockingly, the bed suddenly gives in beneath you with a loud crash. Luckily, Vernon reacts quickly and moves the two of you out of harm's way.

The situation is so ridiculous you both start giggling.

"Told you we wouldn't have any furniture left," he shakes his head in amusement.

"What I'm hearing is IKEA date next."

"Nah, no bed is safe around me," Vernon smirks confidently.

"Around us," you remind him with a soft kiss.

You previously thought that leaving everything behind and moving to this gorgeous city was the biggest dream in your life. But this? Being lost and then found in this perfect moment with him? Finding happiness in the memories shared and words exchanged? Feeling genuinely cared for and needed?

This is THE dream.

The End

[lucijawriteswords]

losing it | trevor zegras

summary: you and trevor have hit a rough patch recently, with covid and him being away and all, and everything comes to a head over his tournament.

warnings: 18+ SMUT!!! kissing, oral (m receiving). grossly emotional. some fluff. once again relatively tame. once again, unedited. apologies.

word count: 3.9k

A/N: hello hello! firstly, i cannot thank you all enough for your love. i’m absolutely floored. please, continue to let me know how you feel, who you want me to write about, what you want me to write about. it’s all for you anyways. for those of you who love whiny, obedient, indulgent hockey boys, this one is for you. for those of you who prefer the other kind: be patient with me. he’s on the way and he’s worth the wait. yes, the timelines probably don’t line up perfectly. yes, the logistics of everything are off. but you’re probably not here for that ;). i invite you to enjoy this little piece of me. until next time.

18+ below the cut

Z❤️: I don’t think u should come to the tourney

your entire body stilled as you read the message banner on the top of your phone screen. you had to be seeing things. your thumb was shaky as you moved it up to click on the notification. you blamed it on the train.

and there it was. you weren’t seeing things. trevor actually said you shouldn’t go to his tournament.

now, if it was any other tournament, you would’ve probably given in. said yes, settled for just seeing him on facetime. but this was his last time playing for the national team as a junior, a team he had grown up with, a team that was his family, and by extension, yours. you and trevor had been together for years, since you were both fifteen. his friends clowned you two endlessly for it, stating that there was no way it would work out in the big picture, that it was just a teenage thing, and it would end when you guys turned twenty.

you’d never even considered their words until now.

Y/N🌹: wdym?

awful answer, but you truly couldn't figure out what he meant. or rather, if he meant it.

Z❤️: Think I made it pretty clear when I said u shouldn’t come to the tourney. We have the whole covid bubble and I’m not gonna pretend its been sunshine and rainbows w us the past few weeks cause it hasnt

Y/N🌹: ok

Z❤️: Ok? U don’t care?

you scoffed.

Y/N🌹: i care trevor i just don’t wanna argue with you about this. ur obviously pretty convinced i shouldn’t be there so i’m not gonna try and change ur mind abt it

Z❤️: Ok then

Z❤️: I love you

Y/N🌹: i love you more. can we talk more a bit later?

read 4:13pm

you laughed bitterly, trying to ignore the tears stinging your eyes. the screen above the door signaled your stop and you stood, making your way off the train. the boston air was cold, seemingly clawing it’s way through your coat and hoodie and sinking it’s claws into your already wounded heart.

you felt tears, cold on your face. you wiped them away quickly, scolding yourself mentally. get over it, it’s not like he broke up with you. it’s just a tournament. he’ll have more tournaments in his life.

your hand, already cold, seemingly rattled as it pushed the door open to your apartment building. once you were in the elevator, your keys seemed to evade you, playing a game of hide and seek in your bag. huffing in annoyance, you slung the bag off your shoulder, setting it down on the floor of the elevator and rifling through the contents harshly. finally, you located the bastards, seizing them triumphantly, trying with every bit of your being to ignore the usa hockey keychain with his initials on the back. the elevator door ground it’s way open and you stepped out as quickly as possible, muttering to yourself, “hate that fuckin’ elevator.”

the aforementioned bastardized keys jingled loudly as you shoved the correct one into the lock. you twisted it, pushing the door open with your other hand before harshly removing the jesting hunk of metal and tossing it away. the metallic thud and halting of jingling as it landed somewhere was therapeutic to your aching mind.

as you flopped down onto the couch, you realized that all you wanted was to lay down and go to bed. so what if it was only 4:30? it was cold, dead winter in boston, your boyfriend wasn’t home, and you didn’t have anything to do because you didn’t have to pack anymore. you should’ve felt relief, right? no responsibilities, half a month without in person classes, no plane tickets and masks and new, scary airport rules, no name tags around your neck and no girls giggling and groaning right behind you over trevor. but you didn’t feel relief. you’d grown to love the chaos, to understand it and want it. hockey was one of the most important things in trevor’s life, and he was one of the most important things in yours, so hockey became integral to your life too. you learned the ins and outs, befriended his teammates, went to practices and sometimes even dryland, just to see him to what he loved.

it had changed a lot over the past year or so, with him being drafted and then covid. he wasn’t playing in california yet, so there was that, but it was at the forefront of his mind, and you could tell. that’s not to say he wasn’t finding success in college hockey, but his mind was obviously elsewhere. you’d never brought it up until a few weeks ago, when he was about to leave to enter the covid bubble for the juniors tournament. it was the night before he left when you finally brought it up.

two weeks ago

“hey z?”

he lifted his head from whatever he was looking at on his phone. “mhm?”

you walked over and sat down on the couch next to him. “i just want you to know that i’m here for you and you can talk to me.”

his face immediately screwed up and you felt your stomach drop. “what? why’re you saying that? did i do something wrong?” defensive.

you steadied yourself with an inhale. “no, but i just wanted to make sure you knew. i can tell there’s been a lot on your mind recently.”

he scoffed. “yeah, whatever.” his gaze returned to his phone.

“whatever? trevor, are you being serious?”

“yeah, y/n, i am.” he shot back, his gaze fiery as it collided with yours again. “ i’m fine, i don’t know what your deal is.”

“i never said you weren’t fine.”

“no, but you said i don’t seem focused.”

you furrowed your brow and shook your head, incredulous. “i did not say that. i said you seem like you have a lot on your mind.”

“same difference. what, am i not paying enough attention to you? am i playing poorly? what’s wrong with me now, y/n? what am i failing at? god, you’re stupid sometimes.”

you were stunned, jaw slack as you took in his words. you saw the recognition in his eyes, noticed the way his mouth opened to retract his words and offer a shitty apology, the way his torso rotated towards you and he held up a hand as an ask for forgiveness as he was about to defend himself.

your response was automatic.

“i don’t know why you’re asking what’s wrong with you now because, if i recall, and forgive me if i don’t because i’m so stupid, i’ve said jack shit to you about how much attention you give me or how you play. do you honestly think i care? news flash, i don’t. i don’t fucking care how you play! i don’t care if you don’t score, or get an assist, i wouldn’t fucking care if you didn’t put a single point up all season! because i care about you. i care about if you’re having fun and feeling proud of yourself for how hard you work. i love being able to do it all with you, trevor, but if you’re going to call me stupid for caring about you, i can definitely let you do it on your own.”

it was his turn to be floored.

after a pregnant pause filled with his confused eyes searching your face and your eyes almost letting go of their tears, his voice cut through. “you’re breaking up with me?” you weren’t imagining the tremble in his voice or the watering of his eyes.

“no, trevor, i’m not breaking up with you.” you sniffled, wiping under your eyes with the cuff of your hoodie. his hoodie. “i don’t think i could do that even if i wanted to. i’m just saying you don’t get to be mean to me-” your voice faltered, tears truly flowing now. you tried to keep your sobs inside, feeling the cushion you were on dip as trevor scooted over to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. you let go, cried into his chest, fingers clutching the back of his sweatshirt. you felt him crying too, the way his back shook and the wetness in the crook of your neck where his head was nestled. you shifted to be on top of him, legs straddling his, but there was nothing sexual about it. you just needed to be as close to him as you could be and you knew he needed you too.

trevor cried and cried and cried. you weren’t even hurt by what he said anymore. you’d known something was bugging him, that his mind wasn’t completely in it, but the way he cried- loud and hard and full of hurt- made you sad. it made you angry.

when you started to feel him twitch and hiccup, gasping for air in between sobs, barely getting air in, you knew your time in silence had ended. “baby, can you look at me?” he just squeezed you tighter and let out another sob into your neck. “honey, please.” he sniffled, reluctantly drawing his face away from your neck. your eyes filled with tears again at the sight of his face: lips and nose red and puffy, cheeks stained with tears, his eyes swollen and bloodshot. you brought your hands to cradle his head, thumbs swiping gently under his eyes. he melted into your touch.

“i’m sorry,” he whispered, so quiet and tearful you weren’t sure you heard it.

“thank you.” you whispered back, bringing your lips to his forehead and kissing it lightly.

“you’re not stupid. you’re the smartest person i know. i’m just-“ he took a deep breath, willing the tears away from his eyes. “just been really hard lately and i haven’t had an outlet. shouldn't have said that to you. i didn’t mean it.”

“i know, baby. i’m not mad. just wish you hadn’t said it. do you wanna talk?”

he nodded. “yeah, i wanna get it off my chest.”

“i’m listening.”

“i just don’t know if i’m good enough. i’m scared i’m not gonna make it in the league and i’m not gonna do well at worlds. i’m scared i’m gonna let the school team down, scared i’m not doing enough for you or that you’re gonna stop loving me. i don’t know,” he finished with a big sigh.

your eyes searched his face as you formulated an answer. “well, one thing i can promise you is that i’m not gonna stop loving you. and you’re doing more than enough. why do you think that i would stop loving you?”

“i dunno. i’m just in my head.”

“so get out,” you joked, trying to lighten the mood even the littlest bit.

a small smile made its way onto his face. “ha ha.”

“i’m serious, trev. i’m not going to stop loving you. nothing could make me. even if, somehow, life leads us separate ways- and i don’t think it will- i will always have love in my heart for you.”

he nodded with a sniffle, absorbing your words.

while he was in a talking mood, you decided to get the other one out of the way as well. “why’re you so concerned about hockey all of a sudden? you’ve been playing great here, your coaches at camps in california had nothing but good things to say. what’s up?”

“i’m not really sure. i guess i’m just in my head again. i compare myself to other players. like, jack went fucking first overall. he’s not even playing in the tournament because he’s in the nhl. and the guys that are coming, like coley and turcs, they both went above me in the draft. i just- i don’t know. i have the same training and experience and everything as those guys but i feel like i’ll underperform once we all get to the nhl.”

you just nodded, unable to find the right words. you knew how trevor was with hockey. he got in his head and convinced himself he wasn’t good enough even though he was beyond talented.

“i’m sorry,” was all you could muster.

he shakes his head, hair bouncing. “don’t be. not your fault.” a yawn breaks from his mouth.

“tired?” you hum, placing your head into the crook of his neck and shoulder, nuzzling into him. he lets his head fall sideways and rest on top of yours, his fingers lazily trailing up your sides. he hums an agreement and without another words carries you into the bedroom, sleepy apologies and ‘i love yous’ falling from both of your lips as you drift off.

now

breaking out of your reverie, you realized you were very cold. and your phone had stopped buzzing. standing up with creaky joints, you slipped your phone onto the wireless charger on the coffee table and flipped the heat up a couple degrees, padding into you and trevor’s shared bedroom to grab a sweatshirt.

tugging the garment over your head, you grabbed your favorite soft blanket from the end of the bed and made your way back to the couch to settle in and watch something.

a few minutes into your tv show, your phone screen lit up as it regained its charge, messages and snapchats pouring in.

from one person.

you almost broke the remote with how quickly you slammed the pause button, grabbing your phone with the charger still attached and clutching it tight, immediately opening you and trevor’s messages.

5:07pm

Z❤️: I can talk now if u wanted

Z❤️: Sorry to leave you on read we had a team meeting that I didn’t know about

Y/N🌹: it’s ok

Y/N🌹: should i call u?

Z❤️: Wait one sec

your brows furrowed.

Z❤️: Ok click on this

a banner appeared at the top of your screen from the wallet app:

New Boarding Pass from Southwest Airlines

your heart quite nearly fell out of your body. what kind of joke was he playing at?

Y/N🌹: trev r u serious

Y/N🌹: what kind of joke is this cause i’m not laughing

Z❤️: I’m going to explain everything rn

Y/N🌹: um hell yes you are

Z❤️: Rawr 🐱

despite yourself, a snort escaped your nose.

Y/N🌹: stop being funny and explain

Z❤️: During practice I just wasn’t playing well and a bunch of the guys were chirping me saying ‘how can you keep that bird if you can barely keep a puck’ and other bullshit like that and it just got under my skin

Y/N🌹: t don’t listen to them they’re full of shit

Y/N🌹: you know you’re talented

Z❤️: I know

Z❤️: I miss you so much

Y/N🌹: i miss you more

Y/N🌹: but i don’t understand the ticket. that’s not that bad of a chirp

Z❤️: I just really need you to be here and I’m sorry I didn’t realize it earlier

you smiled, your thumbs flying across the screen of your phone.

Y/N🌹: what airport do i fly into?

Z❤️: It’s all on the boarding pass baby just pack whatever you need for a few weeks cause u change outfits all the time and figure out a ride to the airport

Z❤️: I can order you an uber to the airport?

Y/N🌹: no baby that’s okay you’ve done way more than enough

Y/N🌹: trevor i love you so much

Z❤️: Im not tired I wanna keep talking to you

Z❤️: Can we ft while you pack?

Y/N🌹: you’re perfect

3 days later

the noises of the airport surrounded you as you made your way through the tunnel off the plane, your overfilled carryon and heavy backpack giving your back a run for its money.

waiting by the baggage claim was treacherous. your phone was going crazy in your hand.

Y/N🌹: just landed, waiting by baggage claim

Z❤️: Ok I am outside the baggage claim door

Z❤️: I have a hat and mask on so you might not recognize my wonderful hair or gorgeous face but i have this red and navy usa hky puffer thingy on

Y/N🌹: ur such a weirdo

Y/N🌹: who taught u the word puffer miss girly girl

Z❤️: Shush

Z❤️: Just get your bagggggggggg and come out here I miss you

you smiled at your phone and shut it off, looking at the spinning track, willing your bag to come out quickly.

you bounced impatiently on the balls of your feet as the gray suitcase made its way around, grabbing the handle excitedly and hauling it off the track as it got to you.

the wheels thrummed against the linoleum as you popped the handle up and scurried your way out the door, thanking the employee standing nearby.

the automatic doors squealed on their tracks as your suitcase wheels rattled over the concrete, turning as you exited the doors in a search for trevor. your eyes searched left and right for the navy and red puffer he said he’d be wearing, and when your eyes landed on him, your knees nearly buckled.

“trevor!” you shouted out excitedly, throwing a hand up in the air and waving at him, an unfiltered and toothy and real smile breaking onto your face.

you could practically see him smile even with the mask, walked him step quickly through people until he was clear, then break into a run the last few paces.

his chest collided with you in a bone crushing, devastating hug, a hug that said i’m sorry. i love you. please let me keep loving you. your arms wound around his back, hands digging into his jacket and you buried yourself into him.

“missed you so much, honey. i’m so sorry.” he murmured into your hair, pressing kisses onto your head through the mask.

you nodded, lifting your head from his chest, your eyes meeting. “let’s go to the car, yeah?” you nodded again, following him.

the streets and parking garage were near empty, a strange phenomenon around an airport. trevor’s grip on your hand was tight as he led you to the car, squeezing every now and again, like he couldn’t believe that you were there.

once your bags were in the car and you were sitting next to him in the passenger seat, the atmosphere between you changed drastically. tension shimmered between you two like hot air rising above the blacktop. his hand found its home on your thigh, drawing light circles, making you shiver.

his gaze strayed to you, eyes brimming with something that looked a lot like love, but more like want.

“how far is the hotel?” you breathed out, your true intentions on full display. and why wouldn’t they be?

“bout 45 minutes.” trevor responds, his hand simultaneously moving further up your thigh, nearing your clothed center. you squirmed, crossing your legs, leaning towards him.

“plenty of time, then.” you murmured as you moved your hands towards his zipper, towards what you wanted. you fiddled with the zipper tag, trailing your fingernails across the seam covering his bulge. “come on baby, don’t tease me.” he ground out, taking a turn a little to sharp when you scratched your nails down his denim clad thigh.

“or what, z? what’re you gonna do to me? gonna make me pay?” how you would love for him to make you pay.

he whined, the leather of the steering wheel groaning as his grip tightened. “please, baby. please. you’re killing me. i won’t make you pay, ill be so good when we get there, baby, ill do whatever you want.” he sputtered, turning off of the main road onto some side street away for the noise of an inner city airport.

a grin snaked onto your face, finally pulling his zipper down, almost salivating at the sight of this bulge of his pretty cock in his boxers. you shimmied his pants down, fingers digging into his rigid thighs, nails leaving crescent moons in the flesh. he huffed out something between a moan and a sob, head lolling to the side. “please, baby, please, just touch me. please, i’ll be good.”

“if you insist.” you cooed evilly, trailing a feather light fingertip over him through his boxers.

incredibly, finally, you took him in your hand, pumping him through his boxers, the soft fabric gliding along him, coaxing a moan from his pretty mouth.

trevor’s eyes, which had never strayed from the road, flared and his hips lifted pathetically in the air, searching for something, anything to relive the ache in his cock.

your core clenched around nothing at the sight of him, of his pathetic and desperate thrusts into the air, at how badly he needed your touch. he was quickly relieved of his boxers as you pushed them down, the fabric bunching around the hem of his pushed down pants. the car slowed to a stop, the noise of then turn signal and his ragged breathing almost comedic, almost shameful, but so, so right.

you looked up at him, the way his jaw clenched and his adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, trying to play the role of dedicated driver to the cars in the adjacent lanes. an evil grin clawed its way onto your face before you lifted him to your mouth, taking him deeply at once, groaning at the silky, hot skin, the heavy feel of him on your tongue.

"holy fuck-" the car stuttered forward before the brakes were slammed back on, causing his cock to lurch deeper into your mouth, a pathetic whine leaving trevor's lips as he brushed the back of your throat. you just hummed around him, bobbing your head and bracing yourself against the console as the car accelerated slowly into a turn.

a murmured comment of "thank god for tinted windows," or something of that sort, caused you to let a small laugh out of your nose, the muscles in your throat constricting around him. you heard his ragged pants and the sound of his head hitting the headrest as he undoubtedly threw it back.

"baby, i'm gonna lose it, you're killing me." he whined, raising his hips off the seat, the strong muscle of his thigh pushing into your chest.

you simply grinned around his delicious length, pushing your head down till your nose almost met the soft skin at his base before pulling almost all the way off of him, tracing your teeth along the prominent vein on the underside of his cock, featherlight and torturous at the same time.

"shit." trevor heaved a sigh, chest caving in as he fought the urge to let go.

you trailed your nails up the taut muscle of his thigh, fingers splaying to anchor yourself. you felt him harden like steel and twitch in your mouth; you could almost smell the release coming over him like a wave, savoring the way his hips rolled and stuttered and finally bucked up into your mouth as he let go with a whimpered "fuck."

you moaned around him, laving your tongue over his now shuddering cock, taking everything he would give you.

"holy shit. holy shit." he whispered, one hand coming down to your head to gently urge you off him, overstimulation crashing over him suddenly and and unbearably.

you just sat back up and licked your lips, drowning in his taste.

"just wait till we get back to the hotel," you chuckled, crossing your legs and turning the radio on.

[ghosty-writes-23]

A 'Helping' Hand. - Leon S Kennedy.

!TAGS!: Boyfriend!Leon, Sweet fluff, Morning Cuddles, NSFW Content, Switch!Leon, Body Worship, Praise, Eating Out, Blowjob, Riding, Aftercare.

Pairing: Emo!Boy!Leon + Tattoo!Store!Onwer!Fem!Reader.

Rating: Mature.

Summary: Your sweet boyfriend decides to come and help you at work, but one thing leads to another.

Word Count: 3.9k

Ghosty's Notes: Hi, I’m sorry this post is late, I have been really busy with my course and just finished a 1000-word case study and I’m due to submit a 2200 essay by may and I haven’t even started yet, so I am really sorry I haven’t been updating lately. But I finally posted something, and I plan on posting something short with RE2:R!Leon in a couple of days.

Side note: All the songs mentioned in this one-shot are from 2005 :)

Thank you for all the support, it means alot❤️

-Ghosty❤️

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18+ Content // Minors DO NOT Interact // 18+ Content.

Last night you had received a text from one of your working tattoo artists, that the monthly shipment had arrived at closing time and been brought into the store preventing it from getting stolen, you had sent her a thank you text and told your artist group chat to take the day off, which a few of your younger artists where grateful for because it gave them a chance to catch up on their university studies and you knew some of your other artists had small children as well.

You were happy to give them the day off because it meant that you can restock your tattoo studio in peace because you like things in a certain order.

Hearing the faint tune of Bat Country by Avenged Sevenfold starting to play, sucking in a soft breath you started to stir and felt your boyfriends arm tighten around your waist under the slipknot shirt of his you were wearing, you could hear him softly humming to the song causing you to smile softly even in your sleepy state.

“I have to go in today.” You say as you felt Leon nuzzling into your neck, his snakebite piercing gazing the soft skin of your neck, his nose ring also gently bumping against your neck as well. “5 more minutes.” He deep voice rumbled; his voice was always deeper when he first woke up in the morning.

Reaching over you grabbed your phone and finally turned off your phone alarm before placing it back on your bedside table. “I really have to go.” You playfully argued with him as you knew what the time was, the quicker you got it done the faster you could come home.

“you’re abandoning your boyfriend on his day off work.” Leon pouted as you slipped out from his grasp and comfort of your shared warm bed, you playfully rolled her eyes before she leaned over and gently pushed back his messy dark blonde bed hair and kissed his forehead.

“I’m sorry I’m such a horrible girlfriend.” You say with a playful grin before you moved away and headed to your shared bathroom to do your morning routine.

You brushed your teeth and hair, took your morning medication, standing in the bathroom with a towel wrapped around your freshly cleaned body you did your morning skincare routine, not bothering doing a whole face of makeup, just some concealer, setting powder, mascara, eyeliner and lip balm today since you weren’t seeing clients today and it was too much work in the morning. As you where applying your lip balm you felt Leons arms wrap around your waist.

Looking up at him through the mirror, you could see his messy dark blonde hair was sticking up in all directions, his sweatpants hanging low on his lips, you could see the matching my chemical romance tattoo, it was of the album three cheers for sweet revenge done in the lovers tarot card design, the tattoo was placed on both of your forearms just above your wrists, you had designed the tattoos at Leon’s request.

you could caught a glimpse of Leon’s nose piercing and crooked helix piercing that he pierced himself when you two first started dating, because he wanted to impress you with his piercing ‘skills’ but he ended up at the hospital later that night because his ear swelled up and he was into much pain to drive himself, you always tease him and tell him you count that as your guys first date.

“you didn’t need to get out of bed.” You say applying your lip balm, your eyes were focused on your reflection in the mirror. “I’m come with you.” He says placing a gentle kiss on you neck as he slid his arm around your towel covered waist.

You could see the little tattoos that decorated his arm, some he had before you guys meet and others you had done or covered up. “you don’t have too, it will be boring at the studio today, sleep in today.” You tell him but he shakes his head before he leaned down and softly kisses you.

“Wanna spend time with you.” He says before pulling away as he starts his morning routine of brushing his teeth and then showering, going back into your shared bedroom you decided to wear some leggings, a crop top and Leon’s Metallica hoodie you brought him last year when you went to the concert in your city for your 4-year anniversary.

As you gathered your things you would need for the day Leon came out of the bathroom wearing black ripped skinny jeans and nirvana shirt, his hair had been pushed off his head he looked fully awake now.

“Princess don’t you own your own hoodies.” Leon says with a playful tease that makes you roll your eyes roll slightly. “it’s not your hoodie it’s our hoodie.” You say grinning causing him to roll his eyes as he pulled you into him by your waist.

“you’re lucky your cute.” He mumbles before he kisses you softly the metal rings of his lip piercings pressing into your lips, you kissed him back as you wrapped your arms around his neck and went on your tippy toes.

The kiss was slow and gentle making your body feel all warm and fuzzy, his kisses always left you breathless and wanting more, but when you felt his tongue piercing graze over your bottom lip you knew you needed to pull away.

“later.” You mumble against his lips before pulling away and grabbing your bag, you could see Leon smiling out the corner of your eye as he grabs his phone and anything else he would need for today.

“I’ll drop you off at the tattoo studio, then go and get coffee for the both of us.” Leon tells you as you both walk out of your shared bedroom and downstairs, you grabbed you bag while Leon grabbed his car keys.

He drove an army green jeep that he had for as long as you have known him, it wasn’t that you didn’t have a license you did, but it was cheaper for you letting your boyfriend drive you everywhere. 

Once you both where out the front door of your apartment you locked the front door then nuzzled into Leon’s arm as he linked your fingers together in his fingerless gloved hand, then you both headed outside into the cold winter morning.

*Skip Car Ride*

Leon had dropped you off at your studio before he went to your favourite café to get you a hot drink for the cold morning, it always warmed your heart with all the little things your boyfriend does for you, it makes you really appreciate him and want to do the same for him in return.

Unlocking the door to your studio you walked inside and flicked on the lights seeing all the boxes in the front, you knew this was going to take a while but you didn’t mind.

Placing your bag and keys in your tattooing area, you went and turned on the heaters and the stereo so there was some music playing so it wasn’t completely quiet, grabbing your list you went to make sure you had everything you ordered before you started to pack it away, because last time there where a few things missing from your monthly order.

20 minutes into checking everything you heard the front door open and the familiar sound of Leon’s voice as he curses under his breath at the cold weather, as he shook some snow off his hair as he held a tray of hot drinks. You placed your list down and smiled softly walking over to him.

“thank you.” You say as you took the hot drink from the tray, you could smell the chocolate and coffee before you took your first sip, a soft hum leaving your lips. “how is the restock going?” Leon asks as he sips his own drink, he followed you into your tattooing area where most of the boxes were.

“So far we have everything on the list, which is good I just have a couple more boxes to check then I can start packing everything away.” You say as you set your drink down and grabbed your list again.

“why don’t you check those boxes and I’ll start packing things away.” Leon suggests as he came and rested his head on your shoulder, his eyes glancing over the list of items. “I can do it myself, it your day off work.” You say to him slightly stubbornly.

Leon works as a music store manager that sold CD’s, record and music instruments, his boss liked him a lot and let Leon be flexible with his hours, when he wasn’t working at the music store he was helping you out in the tattoo studio, either packing things away or being on the front desk.

“I know but I like to help.” Leon says as he placed a gentle kiss on your shoulder, smiling softly at his small affection, it always warmed your heart when Leon helped you out even if it was with something small. “okay, thank you.” You say giving him a quick kiss on his cheek before he went to start packing things away.

*Sometime Later*

After finally packing all your shipped supplies away correctly, you found yourself pinned against the wall with Leon’s hands holding your wrists above your head as he kissed you sweetly but need, his pierced tongue tangling with yours causing sweet moans to leave your lips. You couldn’t focus on anything else other than the touch of your boyfriends, which was causing your mind to race and your heart to beat out of your chest, feeling him pull away slightly a soft whine left your lips causing him to chuckle slightly.

“Somebody is a little eager.” Leon softly teases you eve when his blue eyes held the look of lust, want, need and desire, you could also see the warmth, affection and love, feeling his thumb and index finger softly grab your chin and pulled your face back to his kissing your slightly swollen and bruised lips, with his free hand he used it to unzip his Metallica hoodie you were wearing.

It slipped off your shoulders and down your arms with ease, falling onto the floor behind you. Breaking the kiss Leon let go of your wrists and tugged off his nirvana shirt and tossed it onto the ground beside him. “somebody’s eagerly.” You playfully tease him back causing a smile on his pierced lips, because you knew you were both as needy as each other in this moment. “only for you princess.” He says slyly as he lifted your crop off your body leaving you in just your bra and leggings.

“such a romantic.” You say with a smile as you bit your bottom lip, you could feel his pierced lips on your neck as he was leaving a soft trail of kisses on your skin, you knew there would be marks left there but at this moment you didn’t care. His kisses trailed from your jawline to your neck, to your shoulder, your collarbones then to your chest to where he started kissing lower as he sunk down on his knees in front of you, placing gentle open mouth kisses on your stomach as his fingers toyed with the waist band of your leggings.

You knew when Leon went down on you it wasn’t for your pleasure but for his own, he could do it for hours if you would let him, he always leaves you overstimulated, trembling and a mess but deep down you love it. Your fingers found there way to his dark blonde hair, it was soft and slightly damp from his shower this morning, he gave you a small grin as he placed a kiss over your slick core over your leggings making a slight blush come onto your cheeks, before he gently tugged them down.

“No panties, dirty girl.” Leon clicks his tongue, but you saw his tongue wet the bottom of his lip, you had decided to not wear panties today because it was more comfortable going commando in some leggings than it was in others, and it wasn’t like you were seeing clients today.

You could hear his tongue piercing hitting the metal of his lip rings as he admired your glistening pussy. Leon leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on your clit, making a soft moan leave your lips before you spread your legs a little to give him better access, he placed one of your legs over his shoulder, his large hand supporting your thigh before his blue eyes meet yours again.

It was almost as if he was asking for permission before he touched you in any intimate way which made your heart race even more, you nodded your head trying to back the smile threatening to fall from your lips, before he dived in and feasted on your soaked core as if he was a starved man and this was his last meal, causing soft moans to leave your lips as you buck your hips slightly.

His tongue lapped at your folds, his eyes were closed in pure bliss as if he was lost in his own little world, you could feel the cool feeling of his tongue piercing jewelry and eve his lip rings grazing your soaked pussy, you could hear him humming and even grunting as he slurped softly. Reaching a hand down you gently pushed his dark blonde hair out of his face, you could see a faint blush on his cheeks as he pulled away slightly breathing heavily.

Just as you were about to ask him what he was doing, but he used his index finger and his middle finger to spread your folds. “beautiful.” He commented before he leaned forward and sucked on your clit causing a soft cry to leave your lips as a tremble ran through your body,

“Fuck Leon.” You cursed throwing your head back against the wall, as you rocked your hips against his face, he didn’t even need to use his fingers to make you cum, he knew your body like the back of his hand. You could feel the familiar feeling tightening in your stomach as your eyes rolled back slightly, your thighs began to tremble more as your moans became more whinner and slightly high pitched.

“cum for me princess.” He says against your soaked core, you could feel yourself clenching around nothing. “cumming.” You softly moaned as you came with a soft whine on your boyfriends tounge, feeling your legs get weak but Leon's hand came up to your hips as he helped steady you.

After riding out your orgasm you pulled him down to you and kissed him deeply, your tongue tangle with his you could taste yourself, but you didn’t care.

Breaking the kiss, he looked down at you breathing heavily there was a small grin on his face, but you could see the lust swimming in his blue eyes. “my turn.” You tell him before he could protest you sunk down to your knees, you could see the bulge in his skinny jeans, reaching up you undid his belt and unzipped and unbuttoned the front before tugging his jeans down his thighs.

You could see the small wet patch of pre-cum on his boxers, looking up you could see his cheeks burning slightly, causing a sense of power to wash over you are knowing you’re the only one that can make Leon feel like this. You looked up at him in your eyes asking for permission like he had done for you, he gave you a nod as his hand found its way to your hair to make a makeshift ponytail, to keep your hair out of your face and eyes.

You carefully hooked your fingers into his boxers before tugging them down, causing Leon’s harden cock to spring free, a soft groan leaving his lips at the cold air hit him.

Giving him a soft smile you ran your tongue up the side of his cock before you wrapped your pillowy lips around him and began to bob your head at a steady rhythm, while placing your thighs on his thighs for some stability, he was heavy on your tounge, but the weight always brought you a sense of comfort.

“good girl.” Leon praised you making a soft blush to come onto your face as you bobbed your head, he would occasionally hit the back of your throat. “feels so good.” He grunted but you would hear a high pitch whine leave his throat. You decided to suck your cheeks in causing a soft cry to leave his lips as he slightly bucked his hips as well. “your mouth should be a sin.” He softly panted his hand slightly tighten around your hair causing you to groan softly around him.

“You close baby.” You asked pulling away but you used your hands to pump his cock, you knew he was close he was twitching in your hands, he nodded his head quickly as a soft cry left his lips, taking his cock back into your mouth you pushed him as far as you could in your throat, causing small tears to run down your cheeks as there is a slight pain in your jaw, but you ignore the pain to give your boyfriend the same pleasure he gave you.

“Fuck I’m cumming.” He moaned before you felt him shoot down your throat, a soft moaning sound left your lips before you sucked in your cheeks as you slowly pulled away from him and released him with a soft pop.

He was breathing heavily with a blush on his face, Taking his hand you lead Leon could of the small supply closet to your more spacious studio area, where you gently pushed him onto the couch and straddles his waist.

His large hands immediately found their way to your hips giving them a loving squeeze, reaching to your bag on the end of the couch, you pulled out a familiar square. But ask you where about to open it Leon took it from you. “Let me.” He says taking the condom packet from you and tearing it open with his teeth,

After couple minutes of awkward moving and some giggling from you, Leon finally got the condom on without your assistants, he took his harden cock and gave your soaked core a few taps causing you to moan soft, He had applied some lube before just as a safety precaution because he didn’t want to hurt you, even if you insisted that you would be ok, he didn’t want to hurt his precious girlfriend.

“am I good to go doll?” Leon asked you as he gave your hips a soft squeeze, it always filled your heart with so much joy when Leon asked for permission for anything like this, you nodded your head biting your lip, you could see him grinning before he slowly pushed into your glistening core causing a moan to leave both of your lips at the familiar stretch as Leon buried himself fully inside you.

Wrapped your arms around his neck and rested your head on his shoulder, a soft tremble ran through your body as one of his hands stayed on your hips to help guide your movements while the other went to back of your neck keeping your body close to his. “feel so good princess.” Leon grunted against you; his voice was deeper than normal causing you to clench around him as his thrusted up his hips.

You moved your hips slightly meeting his thrusts, moans falling from both your lips as you both lost yourselves in the pleasure of pleasing each other, your hips moving in time with his, he filled you up in way you only dreamed your fingers could reach when he wasn’t around, it was like you were made for each other. “Leon.” You moaned his name as you felt as if your mind was getting foggy and hazy from the pleasure you were both experiencing.

You moaned out loud as you rested your forehead against his, your eyes where closed and your bottom lip in between you top row of teeth, Leon’s thrusts where sweet but hard causing soft squeals to leave your throat, when suddenly you are pushed into the couch it was soft against your bare skin and your legs where now on Leon’s shoulder, but before you could protest a loud moan left your lips at the new angle, causing Leon to go deeper.

You could feel yourself tightening around him and your eyes rolling back slightly, he always knew how to drive you wild, weather it was when he would let you do anything you wanted to him, or even he was rough like this knowing deep down no matter what side it was you loved this man with all your heart even when he tells you stupid jokes from time to time.

“You close Y/n?” Leon grunted and all you could do was nod your head as you looked up at him, your thighs where trembling against him as your toes curled, at this point you knew your making up from this morning was running down your cheeks, but you didn’t care.

“cum for me like a good girl.” Leon says as he leaned forward and kissed you as he thrusts into you roughly but somehow sweetly, your moans are muffled by his lips but you cum around him with a soft cry, his praise sending a shiver down your spine, he soon followed spilling into the condom.

As you came down from both your high’s Leon pressed his forehead against yours. “I love you.” He whispers softly with a gentle smile; you smile up at him and softly kissing his nose.

“I love you to.” You said with a bliss filled smiled but soon the romance and sweet moment is ruined when you hear somebody clear their throat, looking over Leon’s shoulder you saw Jennifer one of your best friends and tattoo artists looking at the both of you with a smug grin on her face as she leaned against the door.

“I’m happy you guys have such a deep love for each other, but next time you decided to fuck at work can you please close the door, because I don’t need to see my boss getting screwed by her boyfriend at 11 o’clock in the morning.” Jennifer's says causing a blush to colour both yours and Leon's cheeks at her comments.

“Sorry Jen.” You say with a soft giggle, but she gave you a wink before she pushes herself off the door. “I’ll be expecting a bonus next week.” She jokes as she gives you one last look before she leaves.

Hearing her leave both you and Leon couldn’t help but laugh. “this is your fault.” You softly poked Leon’s chest causing him to laugh slightly.

“fine I’ll take responsibility this time, but next time I won’t be so nice.” He says pulling you into his chest as he pulls a blanket over you both that is usually kept on the end of the couch for when you take naps at work.

“I look forward to it.” You smirked before nuzzling into his chest, he just laughed and rested his chin on your head as you both fell into a peaceful slumber…

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[elixirfromthestars]

Here For You

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Avenger!Reader

Summary:  After being injured on a mission, you try your best to hide it from the team to continue fighting alongside them. However, one very perceptive super soldier makes hiding your injury an impossibility.

Word Count: 3.9k

Warning(s):  mentions + description of injuries / a bit of hurt—comfort / does not follow the canon timeline in the mcu / mentions of near-death encounters (from civilians) 

requested by @marigoldreamer

a/n: hello everyone! i started off on here as solely a Bucky writer, but it seems like i cannot get enough of Steve when I write about him ✨ this originally was much shorter and then I got carried away lol (which is one of the reasons why it took so long to get out, sorry 🥲) thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! ❤️❤️ feedback is much appreciated! ❤️❤️

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“Oh, that does not look good,” you muttered under your breath, grimacing at the sight of your swollen skin. You were standing in front of your bedroom mirror, your shirt lifted, exposing the bruise coloring the area around your ribcage. You knew you had injured yourself on yesterday's mission, but you avoided visiting the infirmary, not wanting Friday to alert the team of the extent of your injuries. 

You knew it was bad—the persistent discomfort you felt with every breath you took told you so. However, the team was already spread scarce with multiple threats around the world, so they needed everyone available. 

The team couldn’t afford you not being available right now.

So although your body was telling you desperately it needed attention, you decided to push through the pain and help out as best as you could. You had a meeting with your team in about half an hour, so you had until then to figure out how to lessen the after-effects of your injury—and how to hide it for the time being. 

You went into your closet and scanned the rows of clothing searching for the perfect item. You ended up choosing an evergreen knitted sweater. It was big enough to hide something underneath it without raising suspicion—which is exactly what you needed right now. 

Lifting the sweater over your shoulders and through your arms caused an excruciating raw ache to reverberate within your chest with every movement. You mitigated your motion to lessen the toll this simple task was taking on your body. 

You didn’t want to think of how your condition could worsen within the field. 

You pushed those thoughts into the back of your mind and with your sweater on, you made your way over to the kitchen in the Avenger’s compound. Thankfully, no one was there to question why you were taking out a small bag of frozen peas from the freezer, wrapping it in a hand towel, and placing it under your sweater. 

You flinched at the sudden change of temperature, but quickly eased into it as it numbed your injury. This would have to do until you could sneak into the infirmary later and get your hands on painkillers. Then you could properly rest from the nagging discomfort in your lower chest. 

You interlocked your hands and lightly hugged them to the injured area to keep the frozen peas in place. Rarely did anyone ever show up to the team meetings early, so your next step was to get in there before everyone else and then ultimately leave after everyone else with no one noticing a thing.

A simple task of course. 

You made your way down the hallways of the compound slower than usual. You avoided making brisk or swift movements as it caused your chest to constrict more than it was capable of, causing a shooting jolt to go through you. Every time it did that you had to suppress a string of coughs that only added to your pain. 

At this point, your mind ruminated on the thought of you potentially not being able to make it through the meeting. It was a doubt that was now weighing heavy on your shoulders.

When you finally made it to the conference room, the beeping of a screen caught your attention. Taking a quick peek inside, you notice Steve is already there. He was tapping away at the large presentation screen, getting mission reports together for the meeting. 

Well, this just got a bit complicated.

Steve is a super soldier—a highly perceptive super soldier. He was going to notice your presence sooner or later, so you needed to get into the farthest seat from him before he noticed. This would be the seat at the other end of the table from where Steve was standing. Thankfully, this seat was a quick dash away. 

A quick painful dash away. 

Steve opened up a file on the screen and a video of a building falling to ruins began playing. The audio of the destruction echoed in the room and you took this chance to scurry over to the seat. You plopped yourself down just as the video finished, almost rolling away with the wheels of the black office chair. Your hands scurried to keep the frozen peas hidden beneath your shirt. 

Due to your injury, your movements across the room weren’t gracious. You had fumbled as you plopped down onto the seat causing your chest to contract and tighten more than it should have. This ignited a burning sensation to burst within your chest. You inhaled sharply before biting the inside of your lip as hard as you could to stop yourself from making any further noise. 

Steve’s head shot back to look at you in confusion.

“ Y/n? Everything okay?” Steve’s brows were furrowed, as he slowly turned his body around to face you. You cleared your throat before answering, “ Yeah, everything’s fine. I was just shocked at the destruction of that building. What happened to it?” You changed the subject of the conversation to something that wasn’t you. 

Steve’s eyes stared into yours for a few seconds before answering,“ I’m not sure yet. We received this video from the CIA and we’re being sent there to investigate. They think it was an attack by one of the terrorist organizations that worked closely with Hydra.” He finished explaining, his brows relaxing from their furrowed state. 

Steve handed you one of the mission reports before placing the rest in the middle. You opened the file and pretended to look through it. In reality, you were adjusting with one hand—as quietly as you could—the frozen peas beneath your shirt in a better position since the bag had slipped away from the injured spot when you sat down. It was now chilling your stomach, leaving your injured spot unattended to. 

“ Y/n, are you sure everything’s okay?” Steve was looking at you with a puzzled, yet concerned gaze. He was standing only a chair or two away—a little too close for comfort.

You locked eyes and paused for a moment to think of what to say. Steve was your team’s captain and your close friend. You knew, without a shadow of a doubt, you could trust him. However, trust in this case meant him taking you out of the field at a time when the team needed you most.

As you were contemplating on what to tell him, Sam, Bucky, and Natasha walked into the room bickering over what to order for lunch. Their entrance saving you from having to answer Steve. He shot you a quick look letting you know this conversation wasn’t over. 

Now you would also have to find a way to evade any future conversation about your well-being.

“ So, Bucky and I are craving some Japanese food right now, but Nat wants Greek food. What’ll it be guys?” Sam explained their current predicament as they all approached the table. The three of them stared back at you two in anticipation. 

“ Greek sounds nice,” Steve replied, sauntering over to the front end of the table. Natasha smiled in amusement as the voting was now at a tie. She sat closest to Steve while Sam and Bucky sat across from each other in the chairs directly to your left and right. Their proximity consequently causing your nerves to spike up. 

“ It’s up to you to break the tie. Don’t let me down, Y/n.” Sam pleaded in a lighthearted manner. If you were completely honest, appeasing your appetite was the least of your worries. However, your body was begging for some warmth as the frozen bag continued its icy attack on your skin. You thought maybe eating something right now wasn’t such a bad idea. 

“ Sorry, Nat. Sorry, Steve. Some miso soup sounds really good right now,” you smiled at Sam who basked in this small victory. Bucky was beaming beside you as well. Natasha playfully scoffed and shrugged at the loss while Steve put his hands up in a playful surrender. 

“ I knew we could count on you,” Sam turned to you and gave you a friendly pat on your shoulder. This caused a stinging prick to shoot through the left side of your chest. You winced, a small yelp escaping your lips.  

Everyone froze and stared at you worriedly. “ Are you okay? I didn’t pat you that hard did I?” Sam asked guilty, taken aback by your reaction. You shook your head profusely, “ No, Sam, it’s okay—I’m okay. It’s just I got a sunburn on one of our last missions and it still hasn’t healed fully.” You lied through your teeth, giving everyone in the room a reassuring smile. 

Everyone looked relieved—except for Steve whose suspicion you assumed was getting stronger by the second. 

“ Sorry about that, I didn’t know. My Titi always swore that soaking in a cool bath of baking soda and oats would soothe any degree of sunburn. You should try it,” Sam suggested. His thoughtfulness warmed your heart, “ You’re fine, Sam—really. I’ll have to try that out and let you know how it works out.” You send him another reassuring smile. You mentally cursed yourself for your outburst. Another slip-up like that and anyone on the team was sure to find out about your injury.

In no time, Sam was ordering everyone food and Steve began debriefing you all on the next mission that you all had to leave for in a couple of hours. You weren’t paying attention as the stinging in your chest worsened. The frozen peas beneath your shirt had melted and were adding to your discomfort instead of aiding it. By the time the meeting ended, and Sam told everyone to meet up in the kitchen for lunch, lifting yourself off of your chair felt like an impossible task. 

Everyone had gone off to eat except for Steve and you. Throughout the whole meeting, you felt his eyes watching you. You avoided looking in his direction and focused solely on the files and the screen behind him the entire time. You felt if you had looked into his pretty blues at any point during the meeting, your resolve would have crumbled. 

“ This time I’m not going to ask. I know you’re not okay and I know it has to do with yesterday. We need to talk about what happened last night,” Steve’s voice was gentle, yet serious as he approached you. The exhaustion of suppressing your pain was getting to you and his presence brought you much-needed comfort. Your determination to act like nothing was wrong was slipping away from you with every passing second.

“ What—do you mean?” your voice broke, swallowing hard to find the courage within you to admit you needed assistance. Steve took the seat next to you, “ Last night when we were rescuing civilians from the burning rubble, you went into the collapsing building against orders,” he reminded you. 

“ And saved the three people who were trapped inside,” you added. He sighed, his lips forming a tight line, “ Against orders. The instructions were that I was supposed to be the one to get the trapped civilians inside—not you,” his tone was heavy with frustration. 

You shook your head, “ You weren’t going to make it in time. I was the closest one. As soon as you arrived the building collapsed completely. If I hadn’t gone in they would have died. I might not be a super soldier, but I can do my job pretty damn well, Steve. ” You were getting defensive, feeling as though your abilities as an Avenger were being questioned. 

While your actions may have been defiant, they resulted in three lives saved. That had to count for something.

“ I’m not doubting your stance as an Avenger. You are amazing at what you do and we need you here. But that gets put into jeopardy when you jump into dangerous situations without thinking and get yourself hurt,” he further explained, your eyebrows shooting up at his words. “ All of the situations we jump into are dangerous,” you pointed out.  

His eyes narrowed, his exasperation at your stubbornness growing, “ We don’t bargain our lives out in the field, Y/n.” His tone was disapproving, making you feel like a scolded child. Irritation crawled its way up your spine. This coming from Steve of all people made it even worse.

” Okay, Mr.I-jumped-on-top-of-a-grenade-to-save-everyone,” you shot back at him. Steve would constantly make self-sacrificing calls on the field to save other people. Why was it okay for him to do it, but not you? 

“ That was different,” was all he managed to come back at you with. 

“ In what way?” you asked, curious to know the real answer. 

“ Well for starters, it was a world war. The mentality of everyone at that time was different. In the beginning, I was outcasted. No one worked as a team with me. The only person alive who cared for me was miles away on the battlefield. It was everyone for themselves,” he paused reminiscing the past with a solemn look before continuing, “ We’re a team here, Y/n. There are people here that care about you. We look out for each other and keep each other safe. That’s how it's supposed to be,” he stated with sincerity. 

You took a moment to gather your thoughts and let the weight of his words sink in. Steve had opened up about his past to you before, but the way he spoke of it now gave you a deeper perspective on things. 

“ I’ll stop if you do,” you proposed, tired of the arguing and understanding where Steve was coming from. A small smile fell on his lips,“ Okay, it’s a deal. Come on, let’s get you to the infirmary so Friday can scan the extent of your injuries.” He stood up bending down slightly offering his shoulder and arm as support. 

You reached out and let him take the brunt of the effort of getting you out of the seat. The more you leaned on his support, the less it took a toll on your own body. You kept one arm on his shoulder and the other on the now-melted bag of peas beneath your sweater as you lifted yourself off of the seat. The slight twist of your torso intensified the pain within your chest for a second before mellowing out to its usual tempo. 

Steve couldn’t hide the emotions behind his intense stare. His voice and touch were gentle, yet strong in the way they guided you out of the room. He was doing his best to keep you calm but by the look on his face, you could tell your injury had to be more serious than you previously thought.

The walk to the infirmary was easier with Steve by your side. When you arrived Steve helped you prop yourself onto one of the infirmary beds, calling out for Friday’s assistance. He then went over to one of the storage cabinets and grabbed a few white pillows to place behind you. He adjusted them so you could sit in a position that was easy on your injury. 

“ How’s that? Does that feel alright?” Steve asked as a blue robotic arm scanned your body. You nodded in appreciation,“ It’s perfect, Steve, thank you.” He sent you a small smile, his eyes still reflecting a worrisome look. You took out the melted bag of peas from your sweater and unraveled it from the hand towel. Steve let out a small chuckle of disbelief at the sight of it. 

“ What? I’ll have you know this little bag was a lifesaver,” you informed him. Steve’s eyes twinkled with amusement, his smile getting wider, “ Oh, I bet it was. You’ll have to explain to Nat why her Olivye salad will no longer have peas in it though.” 

Your eyes went wide, “ Oh no.” 

He held in a laugh, “ Oh yeah.” 

Friday’s Irish robotic voice suddenly spoke up interrupting the two of you,“ Body scan complete. Moderately bruised ribs detected. Rest is recommended for the next three to six weeks or until the injury is completely healed. Medication is on its way.” She informed you of your diagnosis causing you to let out a sigh of relief you didn’t know you were holding. For a moment there you thought you might have fractured your ribs or maybe even bruised your lungs. Those injuries were more severe and so was their treatment. However, having to rest for the next three to six weeks wasn’t ideal either. 

“ Steve, I’m so sorry. I didn’t listen and now I’m out of the field for weeks and I know the team was counting on me—” Steve interrupted your rambling by placing his hand on yours, “ There’s nothing to be sorry about. Our job is dangerous and this kind of stuff happens all the time. If anything, I should be the one that’s sorry.” You frowned not only confused at his words but also at how comforting the sensation of his hand on yours was. 

“ Sorry about what?” you tilted your head, unclear of what he meant. 

“ I'm sorry I wasn’t able to protect you,” he clarified, his voice full of regret.

Your mouth opened to form words, but nothing came out. Why would Steve be sorry about that? Did he shoulder the responsibility for everyone’s well-being because he’s the captain? Did he feel this way about everyone on the team? Your thoughts jumbled together, causing you to be unsure of what to think. 

“ Steve, please don’t put this on yourself. I made a call against your orders and while I did save a few lives, I took a hard fall, injuring myself in the process. There’s no need to worry or care beyond that. I’ll be fine,” you couldn’t take his crestfallen expression and did your best to dismiss your current situation. Steve was not happy about that.

“ Don’t say that. We all care about you—I care about you. I worry about you and I hate seeing you like this. I feel responsible for not protecting someone who means a lot to me from getting hurt,” there was a vulnerability in his voice that caused your heart rate to elevate and your features to soften. A new sensation was inching its way into your heart, and his words yielded you to see him in a different light. 

“ Steve I…” you trailed off not knowing what to say. Steve gave you a shy smile,“ You don’t have to say anything,” he removed his hand from yours and grabbed the bag of peas from beside you, “ I’ll go take this back to the kitchen and get you that miso soup you really wanted.” He left the room, giving you a chance to process what was going on. 

There was always something about Steve that was different in the way you interacted, but until a few minutes ago you had never thought of the possibility of Steve seeing you as anything more than part of the team. You were always partnered up on missions and got to know each other on a deeper level than you had with any other Avenger. Apart from a few playful exchanges here and there you had always assumed Steve only saw you as a friend. 

Not to mention he had a history with a CIA agent named Sharon, and you genuinely believed they would end up together. The thought of Steve having feelings for you was never on the table. 

Except now it was and that caused your feelings toward him to emerge from a place you didn’t know they had been hidden.  

Two red robotic arms appeared on your left, breaking you from your thoughts. One arm was holding a small cylindrical tin with a couple of pills and the other held a cup of water. You took it eagerly and consumed the medication hoping the pain would subside enough to get some sleep. You barely got any last night and the sleep deprivation was starting to get to you. 

Steve came back into the room, moments later, as the medication began to take effect—along with its side effects. 

“ Hey there…” you greeted Steve in a sluggish voice. The medication had increased your drowsiness, making it harder to stay awake. He approached your bedside, a bowl of miso soup in his hands, while Friday updated him on your current state. 

He placed the bowl on the nightstand next to the bed,“ Hey there, sleepyhead. Guess the miso soup is going to have to wait. Get some rest, the food will be here when you wake up.” You tried nodding as your eyes fought to stay open. Your mind was clouding, but what was clear to you was that you didn’t want Steve to walk away again without telling him how you felt.

“ No, don’t go, please,” you pleaded, your hand reaching out to him. He looked at you fondly, finding your actions endearing. “ I have to go soon, Y/n. I have to prepare for the mission before we leave in under an hour,” he explained to you. You yawned, your fatigued state making it harder to understand what he was saying. 

“ You can’t because I have to tell you…” your eyes were starting to close.

“Tell me what?” Steve asked you, entertaining this conversation a little longer. He couldn’t hide the affectionate grin you provoked on him.  

“ I have to tell you…” this time your voice was only but a whisper. If Steve hadn’t been a super soldier with heightened hearing he might’ve missed it. 

“ Get some sleep. We can talk later, okay?” He assured you, a softness in his tone you hadn’t heard him use with anyone ever. As much as he was enjoying this, he was adamant about you getting your rest.  

You lazily shook your head,“ No…you have to know how much you mean to me too…” you managed to coherently mumble fighting off the heaviness of your eyelids. Steve was pleasantly surprised by your response, his pulse quickening as yours had done in your previous conversation. 

This time he needed a moment to figure out what he was going to say. To know that maybe even a sliver of the feelings he felt for you were returned in any way was more than he had hoped for. He wasn’t sure how you felt about him, and while Bucky and Sam had profusely encouraged him to ask you out on a date, there was always something stopping him. The fear of ruining the friendship you two have was enough to hesitate from ever confessing anything to you. 

However, if what you said was true, then maybe he should be completely honest with you. 

He gathered his thoughts, taking a deep breath ready to speak them to you. That was until he realized you had fallen asleep. The time he took thinking was all you needed to drift off into a peaceful slumber. 

He laughed at himself, although albeit a bit relieved he would be able to have a heart-to-heart later with a more conscious you. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to pour his feelings out to someone who might think it was all a dream when they woke up. 

“ Sweet dreams, Y/n,” he whispered into the air, planting a small kiss on your forehead. He then exited the room and that afternoon while on the mission he was more enthusiastic than usual. This caused the rest of the team to speculate on the reason why. 

Interestingly enough all the reasons why involved you.   

Unbeknownst to him, your dream that same afternoon had revolved around a handsome blonde and blue-eyed super soldier. 

It was a very sweet dream indeed.  

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❤️Acknowledge Him❤️ (Solo Sikoa X Black Reader)

Summary: You and Solo literally lock eyes ALL the time backstage while he’s leading the new bloodline but you two never say a word to each other. Almost as if there’s unspoken tension until one day he approaches you and asks if there’s a problem? Being the way you are, you make a smart remark. He knows he can’t intimidate you the way he wants to but there are other places he can intimidate you and you two just happen to be staying at the same hotel😏

CW: Explicit Language, Unprotected P in V, Sexual Undertones, Smut, 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 3.9k

Note: Aye this fic is catered to POC and black readers so if you don’t like it, don’t read it👏🏽

The Tribal Chief. Not the OTC. There was a new tribal chief or so you heard, and his name was Solo Sikoa. You and Solo never spoke to one another, you’d see him with his new bloodline and just like everyone else backstage you’d go about your business. The man had two crashouts, a henchman, and a walking tsunami just waiting to be let loose backing him. Wherever Solo was, they were right there with him. Especially Jacob, he was rarely ever even a short distance away from Solo. That was his enforcer for a reason.

However, Solo had this aura to him that he carried. Even backstage he still looked cold and the only falter in this coldness was when he seemed to be giving pep talks to everyone in his bloodline. Today was no different, you were backstage putting on your gear, it happened to be the same colors of the bloodline. The red and black attire felt like an extension of your focus, a quiet confidence if you will. You slid your legs into the form-fitting red tights, the fabric hugging your curves, and a shimmer of black glitter was seen in the light with every movement. The black glitter was subtle yet bold, like a secret weapon—sparkling with a quiet intensity that mirrored your own energy.

You pulled on the matching top, a sleek black and red design that cuts just right, leaving your arms and shoulders exposed, highlighting the definition you worked hard for. The black accents created sharp lines down your sides, contrasting against the deep red, almost like tribal markings etched into your skin. The glitter weaved through the black, tracing intricate patterns across the fabric that glistened as you move, adding a touch of allure to the aggressive aesthetic of your gear.

You slipped on your black boots next, the soles solid and secure, ready to hold you firm in the ring. A red and black knee pad sits snug against your right leg, just enough protection without losing the sharp, striking look of the ensemble.

As you fastened the final straps and adjust the fit, the entire gear felt like a second skin—a visual declaration of strength and readiness. You glanced at your reflection once more, the black and red contrasting against your skin, and a small smirk plays at the edge of your lips before leaving your locker room. You felt unstoppable, getting lost in the moment so much so that you didn’t even notice the pair of eyes on not only your attire, but you yourself.

It was Solo. You and the new tribal chief had crossed paths once again just before you made your way out towards the gorilla. ALL of them had given you the coldest gaze you’d ever seen but Solo, it’s almost like there was an intention behind that stare but you didn’t backdown not once. You stared at Solo with the same gaze he gave you. You’d gotten used to it by now—Solo’s eyes always on you, that cold, calculated gaze that never seemed to falter. Whether it was during training, rehearsals, or when you were putting on your gear, you could feel him watching from across the room, his presence undeniable. You’d catch his eyes occasionally, but never once did he break his stoic expression. His new Bloodline, Jacob and the others, would follow in his shadow, but it was Solo who commanded the attention. The air shifted whenever he was around.

You could sense him there, just out of your line of sight. It was as if Solo had a magnetic pull that drew everyone’s attention, even when he wasn’t actively trying to. You didn’t even have to turn around, you felt that familiar, unwavering stare pierce you from behind.

Turning your head ever so slightly, you met his eyes. The usual icy chill radiated from him, but this time there was something else—something more intense. He didn’t look away, didn’t even flinch. You didn’t either. Instead, you held his gaze, challenging him without uttering a word. Something about the way he stared made your heart beat a little faster, but you weren’t about to show it. You weren’t about to back down one bit.

Before you could break the stare, you heard the faint shuffle of boots on the floor. His enforcers, Jacob and the rest, circled around him as always, but it was Solo who stepped forward. There was no warning, no preamble. He was standing in front of you now, towering over you slightly with that same cold demeanor.

“Is there a problem, Y/N?” His voice was low, a mixture of authority and curiosity. You could tell he was testing you, probing for some weakness or vulnerability that would give him an edge. But you weren’t the type to flinch, especially not when he tried to intimidate you.

You looked him dead in the eyes and shrugged, smirking slightly. “You tell me,” you shot back, your voice steady, matching the cool tone he’d set. “I’m here to do my job just as much as you are, Solo. You’re always the one looking my way first, so it’s there something you need to say?”

For a moment, his lips twitched, a hint of something unspoken passing between you. He wasn’t used to people responding like this, you could tell. Most people either cowered or backed off when he stared them down, but not you. You stood your ground, not intimidated by his aura of power.

Solo’s eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of annoyance passing over his features, but it was brief. His posture remained rigid, and he stood a little taller as if to assert his dominance. But this time, he wasn’t just sizing you up as a rival—there was a shift in the way he looked at you, as if he was recognizing something more. He spoke lowly, his voice like gravel, a hint of a challenge behind his words. “I see you got a mouth on you.” His gaze didn’t break from yours, the words heavy with an unspoken threat, but there was something else too—a quiet respect hidden beneath the surface.

Before you could respond, a voice called out from across the room, signaling your match was up. Solo didn’t move immediately, and you didn’t either. But as you turned to walk away, you felt his gaze linger, the tension between you still hanging thick in the air.

“We’ll handle that later” he said his eyes not leaving yours as he held up two fingers and directed his bloodline to follow him back towards the locker room.

Later that evening, after the show, you found yourself at the hotel, exhausted from the match earlier and the packing and traveling that followed. You won…but you still were left with a sense of unease lingering in your gut due to the interaction you and Solo had earlier. Something told you that this wasn’t the last time you’d feel that…simmering tension between you both. You were pretty comfortable though, your hair wrapped up in a black bonnet along with a matching emerald green pajama set. But something was missing.

Maybe something to drink will calm me down, you thought before getting up and leaving your hotel room with your keycard. As you walked down the hallway of the hotel, your thoughts were interrupted by a familiar sound—the soft shuffle of footsteps behind you. You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. Plus with the scent in the air being full of Valentino cologne, it wasn’t that hard to tell who it could possibly be. Though you didn’t acknowledge him like most people did, you couldn’t deny that he was a handsome man.

When you finally did turn, Solo’s figure loomed in front of you in the dimly lit hallway. No one else was around, the silence almost suffocating as you tried to find the words to break the silence. But you didn’t have to, Solo did that for you.

“You ain’t afraid of me, are you?” His voice was low, but there was an edge to it. He was no longer just watching from a distance. He was here, in front of you, and you knew something was about to shift.

You looked up at him, feeling the heat of his gaze. “No I’m not afraid of you,” you said, your voice steady but laced with something more—something that matched the intensity between you both. “And I don’t acknowledge you either.”

For a moment, there was a deafening silence. Solo took a step closer, his presence overwhelming, and for a split second, you felt like the whole room was closing in on you. He let out a low chuckle, but it wasn’t one of amusement—it had that menacing, dangerous edge to it that sent a chill down your spine. “Is that right?” His voice was a low growl, the kind that made you feel small even though you were standing tall. He raised a hand to his face, his eyes locked onto yours, that intense glare never wavering. Then, just like that, the chuckle died, and his expression hardened into something serious. “You think you tough, huh?”

You blinked, caught off guard for a moment, not understanding what he meant. But before you could react, you suddenly felt your back pressed up against the hotel room door, the cold surface hitting your skin. You froze, your breath catching in your throat as Solo leaned in close, his presence suffocating. His breath was warm against your ear, and you couldn’t help but shiver.

“I don’t like the way you look at me when we backstage,” Solo murmured, his voice low and almost possessive, sending a wave of heat through you despite the tension that hung in the air.

His words were like a spark, and you could feel the fire igniting between you two. Your heart started to race, but you refused to show any sign of fear. You kept your eyes locked on his, standing your ground, despite the closeness and the raw power that radiated off of him.

“I already told you, I ain’t scared of you,” you shot back, your voice steady, but there was something different in your tone now. You weren’t backing down—not from him especially. You need him to realize he didn’t intimidate you…at least for now.

Solo leaned in even closer, his breath brushing your ear again as he whispered, “It ain’t about bein’ scared. It’s ‘bout respect. And you ain’t givin’ it to me the way you should.” His fingers brushed over your arm, the touch almost soft but laced with that quiet power.

You could feel the tension building, thick and electric. Solo studied you for a moment, as if trying to figure you out, his dark eyes searching yours. “You real confident for someone who knows exactly who I am,” he muttered, his tone softer now, but still carrying that quiet edge.

The air between you two was charged, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the room. You felt like you were teetering on the edge of something, but what? Something inside of you said you weren’t going to walk away from this. Not anytime soon that is.

“Then you tell me,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper but filled with challenge. “What you want from me?”

Solo’s eyes locked onto yours, that familiar intensity returning. “I’m just wonderin’ if you ready for what comes next,” he said, his voice steady, low, almost like a warning.

Before you knew it you were pushed into your hotel room the moment you opened the door with the key lock. As Solo forced you back, you gripped his suit jacket pulling him along with you as both your tongues danced with one another. You didn’t exactly plan on making out and potentially having sex with Solo, but you damn sure weren’t complaining.

He gripped your waist before suddenly hoisting you up and spinning you around again pinning your back against the door. While this earned a gasp from you at first, you quickly wrapped your legs around his waist taking the invitation from him picking you up. Solo pulled away from the kiss just for a moment before attacking your neck in soft kisses but that didn’t last for too long as he suddenly bit down earning a loud moan from you. You leaned your head back giving him more room and could feel the smirk on his face and you didn’t even have to look at him. That sneaky bastard.

“Imma show you what happens to pretty girls like you that don’t respect me, and after this I bet yo ass ‘ll learn something” he said before slowly letting your legs drop as your feet hit the ground. Getting down on his knees, he slowly pulling your pajama pants down before tracing your emerald green panty lines. You weren’t about to need those anymore either because with one swift motion, they were gone.

You covered your mouth immediately as his tongue found its way over your clit causing your legs to shake very slightly. Fuck. Why am I this sensitive and he just got down there? Your hand slowly made its way to his beach blonde hair as your nails glided through them like a maze with ease. Your head fell back against the door as he devoured you like you’d never been before causing your legs to shake even more.

Solo’s hands gripped your thighs making your head snap back to him where you could see he was keeping eye contact with you the entire time. God. Don’t look at me like that. As much as your thoughts begged him not to, your body was saying the complete opposite as your moans grew louder, your fingers dug deeper into his scalp, and your legs buckled. You couldn’t even look away at this point no matter how much you wanted to.

As the man’s tongue danced around your folds and suddenly made its way inside of you, you couldn’t take it as your legs trembled threatening to give out and your head fell back against the door once again releasing into his mouth. A soft moan could be heard from below as your chest rose and fell rapidly due to him continuing. No way he was going to keep going…right? Wrong. If it was one thing Solo was serious about, it was respect. And you weren’t giving him any before this. “W-Wait Solo!-“ You couldn’t even finish as you felt his tongue pull out of your folds but almost immediately be replaced by something else. His fingers. With how wet you already were from releasing all over him just a few moments ago, his fingers slid in easily and you actually thought you’d be able to maybe…just maybe finish your sentence before his two fingers curled and hit THAT spot. “F-Fuck!” You cried out feeling a knot began to come together in your stomach once again.

“So you can say my name. You gon’ be saying that a lot tonight.” He said before suddenly putting his mouth on your clit once again and licking over the sensitive bud sending you completely over the edge again after a moment. A satisfied grin hit his face as your juices spilled all over his mouth but he didn’t mind it at all. Seeing you unable to hold yourself together and calling his name only made the tint in his pants harder as he slowly pulled his fingers out and pulled away from you. You were damn near breathless by this point but that didn’t stop your face from heating up as you watched Solo lick his fingers and take you by the hand leading you towards the bed.

“Strip.” He said before sitting on the bed and removing his clothes while still keeping his eyes fixated on you. His eyes followed your every movement as you hurriedly removed the remainder of your clothing letting your face heat up from the hunger in Solo’s gaze. He was basically fucking you with his eyes already which earned a smirk from you. “You see something you like?” Your eyes couldn’t help but wonder towards his body before they found exactly what they were looking for. You could only bite your lip as your thoughts raced. He was around a good eight in a half inches and the girth definitely made up for any extra length he didn’t have.

“I do and I’m ‘bout to take it, come here.” He said with a wave of his finger as you walked over to his lap before straddling yourself as Solo’s rough hands glided across your soft breasts, taking his nipples in between his fingers. A soft gasp left your lips before your voice replaced it as you felt his tongue curl around your nipple. Your hips instinctively began to buck against his dick feeling how hard it was already. Damn. You knew how it looked but you wanted to know how it felt even more.

Solo’s hands slowly snaked their way around your waist as he grinded your hips on his length. “We about to have some fun tonight, manamea.” The way he spoke in Samoan made your pussy throb even more, you never said anything but you were definitely into language switching. Your hands slowly made their way to his cock before rubbing it against your folds letting out a soft moan. “Look at how needy you are, moaning and it ain’t even in you yet.” He said while watching you before letting out a sigh the moment you slowly pushed his dick inside of you. As you cursed and began to adjust to his length you slowly began to move your body up and down with him guiding his hand up to your waist before increasing your speed. “Look at how you’re swallowing me, you like this don’t you?” he questioned but you were so focused on how his dick was touching every crevasse of your insides at the moment that you didn’t answer…that was until he made you.

“You have a mouth. Use it and answer my question” he said grabbing you by the throat with his free hand as the other rested around your waist. As you tried to force words out, your body just wouldn’t oblige for a second. With how much your pussy was being stretched by his dick, the sounds of skin slapping together, and the way you struggled to focus on his words all coming together, you were distracted. That didn’t last too much longer though as you felt his hand come into contact with your ass. Hard. He didn’t even need to say anything because that earned an immediate response. You were definitely a masochist and his sadism matched it very well.

“F-Fuck! Y-Yes sir!” You moaned as he pounded in and out of you, his tip kissing your cervix with each thrust. It’s like he knew your body and exactly what you wanted, let alone needed. “That’s right ma, I told you we was gon fuck that attitude right outta you. Now look at you, taking your tribal chief like the slut you are.” The gasps you let out at his words as you felt your body shudder at his words didn’t leave any room for debate. He was definitely going to hold this against you if you tried to give him any attitude again backstage and you’d love every bit of it despite being embarassed.

As you felt your orgasm getting closer and closer, Solo suddenly stopped bouncing you and began to thrust agonizingly slow. “Nah nah nah, you not creamin’ on shit until you acknowledge me as your tribal chief. I can do this all night long baby” he remarked as his finger grazed across your clit as your moans picked up. “P-Please” you cried out as you could feel your orgasm tittering on the edge but also threatening to slip away. God you couldn’t let that happen, not when you were this close. “P-Please my t-tribal chief”, you muttered before letting out a loud moan as his hand came down on your ass, your pussy was soaked by this point. “You gotta be louder than that, manamea.” He smirked and pulled out again only to slowly push back in which frustrated you to no end as you began whimpering from need. “Pl-ease let m-me cum, my tribal chief!” You begged, you could feel your build up starting to slip away until you suddenly felt the man slam your hips against his with a wicked amount of satisfaction. His finger found its way circling around your clit again, your body jolting slightly at the contact before Solo leaned forward and whispered in your ear. “Look at me while you cream on your tribal chief.” As he leaned back, you suddenly felt the tip of his dick hit THAT spot and it drove you wild. You tried to maintain eye contact despite the urge to throw your head back in pure pleasure, your hands found their way on Solo’s chest before a long gasp escaped your lips accompanied by his name. The knot inside your stomach completely unraveled sending ripples throughout your body as it convulsed on top of his.

As you were going through your orgasm, you could tell Solo was reaching his limit too because of the way he moaned upon seeing you fall apart on him…and the way you could feel his dick twitching inside of you. “Fuck” he grunted not pulling his hand away from your clit at all but instead using it to overstimulate you further. Your hips rotated and writhed as you tried to pull away from his finger feeling another orgasm immediately began to build up. Despite trying to pull away, you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d make it there just as he came in you, don’t worry you were definitely about to find out. “S-Solo!” You whimpered his name pathetically against his chest as you could feel your body shaking from the pleasure once more. “One more time” was all he said before you suddenly found yourself screaming his name again as you bucked your hips against his fingers, the friction also causing your hips to move around his dick without him having to do much of anything. He loved every bit of this and it seemed to push him over the edge loving how desperate you were for another release. As you cried out again and released all over his dick once more, you could only grab Solo by his face in response and crash both your lips together as you felt something warm pool inside of you.

Solo let out a low growl in the kiss but as his tongue danced with yours, gasps coming to an end and the only sound in the room being the tongue battle that was currently taking place. As you slowly pulled away with only a string of saliva connecting the both of you, Solo broke the silence first. “You did well mama.” He said before slowly pulling out of you and getting up before heading to the bathroom.

As you heard the shower turn on you took that time to breathe and think about what just happened between the two of you. A soft smile tugged at your lips. Looks like I need to start staring at him more often.

Note: I hope y’all enjoyed ittt, yeah ngl I would’ve acknowledged him too 😗

Note #2: I didn’t proof read this btw lol and “manamea” in Samoan means “love” or “sweetheart” so I thought it was a nice touch to add. No I don’t speak it but I have looked up some general terms because I am interested in the language❤️

Divider credit: @dollywons & @cafekitsune

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Little Boss · Deacon Kay x Plus Size!Reader · pt. 2

Title:Little Boss – Part 2 Character: Deacon Kay Pairing: Deacon Kay x Plus Size!Reader Format: Fic (Part 2 of 2) Word Count: ~3.9k Genre: Domestic Fluff, Humor, Romance, Found Family Warnings: Mild suggestiveness, soft intimacy, chaotic toddler energy, extreme sweetness, some language Status: Part 2 of 2 (Complete) Summary: Lily returns to the precinct, and this time, she’s not just tolerated—she’s celebrated. As chaos swirls and laughter fills the bullpen, you and Deacon steal a rare moment alone, reminding each other what home really feels like. There’s love in the little things: a juice box, a locker room kiss, and a tiny voice demanding cheese. The circus is in town—and it turns out, you’re both exactly where you’re meant to be.

Author’s Note: This is the second and final part of Little Boss, requested by the lovely @foxycrafterofgreenwood. You can read part 1 HERE

Part 2.

I buzz Deacon from my phone.

Me:

We’re in the lot. You might want to warn the squad that their queen is back.

Deacon:

Bring her in. They’re already waiting.

I can see him through the bullpen windows now—jacket off, sleeves rolled, talking to Hondo while Lily’s tiny purple hoodie hangs from the back of his chair. He’s ready like always.

I haven’t even made it through the metal detector when I spot it. On the far side of the bullpen—just outside my desk—there’s a brightly colored foam mat. Like a baby playroom mat with alphabet tiles. That weren’t there yesterday.

A juice box sits on my swivel chair and taped to my desk drawer, in Chris’s handwriting, is a neon pink sticky note that says:

 “For Her Majesty. Snack tribute in drawer #2. ❤️ - Auntie Chris

I blink at it and then look around. Chris is already walking toward me, holding two travel mugs and a bag of applesauce pouches like she’s been training for this moment since the day Lily was born.

“She here yet?” she asks.

“She’s in the car,” I say, stunned. “I thought I’d come set up first, let you guys breathe today...”

Chris waves that off. “Absolutely not, the kingdom awaits its heir. Also, I found Paw Patrol videos in Spanish. We’re learning today.”

I blink. “You’re teaching my toddler bilingual firefighting?”

“With subtitles,” she says, proud. “Respect the process.”

Just then, Luca strolls in holding bubbles, literal soap bubbles. “Is the princess awake yet?”

I stare at both of them. “What the hell is happening?”

Chris sips her coffee. “You brought the serotonin yesterday. We’re investing in long-term morale.”

“She drew on Deacon’s calendar and nobody even yelled,” Luca adds. “She’s magic.”

I cover my face and laugh; they don’t know what they’re doing to me. It’s not just that they’re being sweet; it’s how effortless it is and how normal they make it feel. Like this wasn’t supposed to be awkward or intrusive, like Lily just belongs here and like she’s part of the team.

The second we walk through the doors, Lily launches like a glitter-drenched missile across the bullpen.

“DEEDEE!”

She’s still got crumbs on her chin and one sock halfway off her foot, but Deacon doesn’t flinch. He crouches, catches her mid-charge, and lifts her high in the air with a strength that looks effortless—like tossing around twenty-five pounds of pure chaos is just part of his daily warm-up.

“Hey, baby girl,” he says, pressing a kiss to her temple.

Lily responds by smacking both her hands onto his face and declaring, “You got fuzzies.”

“She means your stubble,” I call, grinning as I hang up her unicorn backpack.

Deacon’s eyes flick toward me—brief, smirky. “I’m aware.”

Chris appears beside us holding two sticker sheets and a mini juice bottle like a bribe. “Okay, Lily. You, me, bubbles and a mission. Let’s roll.”

Lily looks at Deacon, then at Chris. She weighs her options like a tiny general considering a temporary truce. Deacon leans down and whispers something in her ear. Whatever he says, it works—she grins, lets go of his shirt, and slides down into Chris’s arms.

Chris gives me a wink like she just completed a hostage negotiation.

“She’s good with her,” Deacon murmurs.

“She is,” I say. Then tilt my head, smiling. “But she’s still your favorite jungle gym.”

He chuckles softly, brushing glitter off his shoulder. “She gets that from you.”

“What, the glitter?”

“No.” His eyes drag down, slow. Heated, but fond. “The way she climbs all over me like she belongs there.”

That silences me, in a good way.

Before I can reply, Luca calls, “Chris, I need backup—she’s trying to bubble the radio!”

Chris: “Ten-four, moving in.”

Lily: “BUBBLES GO EVERYWHERE!”

I lean against the wall beside Deacon, arms folded, trying not to laugh as chaos re-erupts in the corner of the room.

“They’ve got her,” he says, glancing at me sideways.

“Oh, I know.”

He pauses. “You wanna get out of here for a sec?”

I blink. “You mean… away from the human glitter bomb?”

“Locker room’s empty and the door locks.”

That look in his eyes? It’s soft. But it’s also hungry and I’m already moving.

The moment the door clicks shut behind us, the air changes. Not the temperature, not the lighting. Just the space. Like we’ve stepped into a pocket where nothing exists except his body, and mine, and the thrum of something we haven’t let surface in weeks.

Deacon leans back against the locker wall but doesn’t speak; just watches me. His eyes do that slow scan—like he’s checking every inch of me for something he’s missed and maybe he has. Maybe we both have.

“You okay?” he asks, low.

I nod. “Are you?”

His mouth twitches—more smile than smirk, but it’s there. He steps forward, hands light on my hips, thumbs dragging across the fabric of my dress like he’s remembering the shape of me.

“You wore the one I like,” he murmurs.

I glance down. It’s just a navy wrap dress; it’s a little clingy and soft at the waist.

“You like all of them,” I say.

“No,” he says, voice even softer now. “I love this one. Makes you look like you’re holding secrets under it.”

His hands slide lower over the curve of my hips, palms spreading over softness like it’s something sacred and reverent.

I laugh, breath catching. “There are no secrets, just Spanx.”

He huffs against my neck—amused and completely, helplessly gone. Then his hands tighten.

“God, I miss touching you like this,” he murmurs. “Miss feeling you with nowhere to be. No schedules and no juice cups in bed.”

I tilt my face toward his, lips almost grazing. “You’re the one who let her bring Goldfish crackers into the sheets.”

“She looked at me like I was a monster for saying no.”

“You’re weak.”

“I’m yours.”

That stops me. He sees it land—how those two words shift the atmosphere between us from flirty to serious and grounded.

He cups my face with both hands, thumbs brushing the softest parts of my cheeks. “You don’t hear me say it enough,” he murmurs. “I know that.”

“You show it,” I whisper.

“I want to say it, too.” His eyes roam again; slower and hungrier. “Want to remind you that I don’t just love being in this with you. I want you, all of you.”

My pulse flutters. My hands settle on his chest, fingers curled in his t-shirt.

“And what exactly do you want right now?” I ask, barely audible.

His nose brushes mine. “To kiss you so slow you forget we’ve got ten minutes.” And then he does.

He kisses me like he’s starving. But slow, intentionally slow. Like he wants to taste everything he’s missed—the softness of my lips, the curve of my jaw, the breath I suck in when his hands skim over the dip in my back.

His palms hold my waist like he’s memorizing its shape again—not in spite of how plush I am, but because of it. His thumbs trace every hill, every curve, every line that makes me me. When he backs me against the locker, I feel it—the wall cool behind me, him hot in front. And everything in me wants to drag him closer, to press him into me until the world disappears.

But we only have ten minutes.

His mouth hovers at my ear. “Come home with me tonight.”

My heart jumps. “Yeah?”

“I want to wake up next to both of you, make pancakes and wear a t-shirt that smells like yogurt by 8 a.m.”

I smile so wide it aches.

“Okay,” I whisper.

He kisses me again—one last, deep, open-mouthed press of tongue and breath and promise. Then someone bangs on the door.

“GUYS?” It’s Chris. “We lost Lily. Correction—she lost us. She’s in Luca’s locker.”

Deacon grins against my mouth.

“I got it,” he calls, already pulling back, already reaching for the door.

I lean against the locker, breathless, lips swollen, dress rumpled—and so stupidly in love I could melt through the floor. He turns and winks.

“You look good against metal,” he says, voice smug.

And then he’s gone.

Lily’s asleep again. Two chairs pushed together, unicorn backpack as a pillow, one leg hanging dramatically off the side like she fainted from battle. She’s got a graham cracker clutched in one sticky hand and a pacifier hanging from her hoodie string like a fashion statement.

The bullpen is quiet. There’s no radio chatter, no running and no bubbles. Just the soft, warm lull of post-lunch calm.

I sit next to Deacon on the bench near the corner window, close enough to touch, close enough that I can feel the edge of his thigh press against mine. He hands me half of a sandwich I didn’t ask for and I take it without question. We sit in the quiet for a while. Eating and breathing.

And then—because it’s too quiet—I say:

“She loves you, you know.”

He glances at me, mouth full. He chews slowly and swallows. “I love her right back.”

I smile, but it’s fragile at the edges.

“She doesn’t even hesitate anymore,” I say. “When she sees you she just goes.”

“She trusts me.”

“She does.” I look down at my hands. “So do I.”

That makes him pause.

“I know,” he says quiet and steady. “And I don’t take that for granted.”

I nod and my throat tightens.

“I didn’t think we’d get here,” I admit. “Not like this. I used to dream about having a partner who could just handle it, you know? The chaos, the mess and me.”

Deacon doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he reaches over, wraps his hand around my knee, and squeezes—solid, warm.

“You’re not a mess,” he says. “You’re a miracle and so is she.”

My eyes sting, but I don’t look away.

“You really mean that?”

He leans in a little, gaze fixed.

“I mean everything, when it comes to you.”

There’s a long pause. The kind of silence that settles deep, that fills you up instead of leaving you empty.

And in that stillness, Lily snorts herself awake and immediately yells, “WHERE’S MY CHEESE?!”

We both burst out laughing.

Deacon stands, already heading over. “On your face, baby girl.”

“NO, NEW CHEESE!”

“Then we must prepare for battle,” he says solemnly.

And I sit there, wiping my eyes with a napkin that smells like fruit snacks, knowing with every beat of my heart: I’m already home.

Lily’s passed out, again. She’s curled on top of Deacon like a human weighted blanket—chubby arm tucked under her cheek, one boot half-on, the other dangling from the armrest. She’s snoring gently into his chest, and he’s just there. One hand rests on her back, the other loosely holding mine.

We’re both sunk into the bullpen couch. Lights are dimmer now, radio turned low. A weird kind of peace has settled over everything—like even the building knows something soft is happening and doesn’t want to interrupt.

Chris passes by with a cup of tea, sees us, and softly gasps. She pivots like she’s in a wildlife documentary, tiptoeing backward and mouthing at Tan: LOOK AT THEM. Tan peeks, smiles, and immediately turns back around like it hurts to look too long.

Street walks in, sees us, and visibly stops himself from yelling something dumb. He salutes instead, like we’ve achieved a new level of domestic bliss and he respects the command structure. Even Hondo pauses in the hallway, eyes lingering for a moment longer than he needs to. He says nothing, just offers me the tiniest nod. The kind that means: Yeah, we see you.

Deacon shifts slightly, adjusting Lily’s weight without waking her. She sighs and murmurs something that might be “cheese.” I curl closer into his side, cheek resting on the top of Lily’s curls. His arm tightens around me.

Chris leans over whispering: “Okay, but like… if you two don’t get married, I’m quitting.”

“I second that,” Luca says. “Also, can we put this on the Christmas card? Just saying.”

Deacon doesn’t open his eyes. “One of you takes a picture and I start filing HR reports.”

“Killjoy,” Chris mutters, but she’s smiling as she walks off.

I lean up, kiss the underside of Deacon’s jaw. His eyes flutter open—just for me.

“You okay?” I ask.

He nods. “Perfect.”

And in this rare, quiet moment—with our daughter asleep on his chest, and the world moving gently around us—I believe him, I believe us. And the best part? No one even tries to say goodbye. They just leave us there like we belong.

[theblueeyedfirebender]

Fanfiction Masterlist.

(Updated 12/5/24)

The following are my works over on AO3, in no particular order. Mostly FMA/Royai, with some SxF/Twiyor and ATLA/Zutara.

Bon appétit ❤️

The Counteroffer

Riza Hawkeye x Roy Mustang

Rating: T

Word count: 2.7K

On the eve of Mustang’s inauguration as Fuhrer, Riza Hawkeye submits her resignation.

(love confession, light angst with a happy ending)

Hourglass

Riza Hawkeye x Roy Mustang

Rating: T

Word count: 1.6K

Riza Hawkeye never intended on living past age thirty-two. It wasn’t that she wanted to die. She simply did not expect to live.

Written for Royai Week 2024, Day 5: Gift

(angst with a happy ending)

Death and Taxes

Riza Hawkeye x Roy Mustang

Rating: T

Word count: 5.4K

“You’re proposing we marry,” Hawkeye responds, slow and dangerous, “for tax purposes?”

Something prickles beneath Mustang's shirt collar. He resists the urge to tug at it, instilling his voice with an even coolness as he pretends to examine his cuticles. “A mutually beneficial arrangement, wouldn’t you agree?”

(mutual pining, marriage of convenience)

The Art of Living On

Riza Hawkeye x Roy Mustang

Rating: T

Word count: 3.9K

She has never done this. Has avoided it at all costs. Because she is unfit, she tells herself. Her hands are made for firearms and filing office paperwork, not soothing fussy babies. Her edges are too sharp, too jagged to provide comfort to anyone. She is scarred and bloodied and barely knows the love of a mother herself.

But the baby wails, pleading.

Written for Royai Week 2024, Day 2: Appreciate

This story was adapted into a podfic (audiobook, but make it fanfiction) by @klainelynch. Listen here.

(domestic fluff, light angst with a happy ending)

Threads

Riza Hawkeye x Roy Mustang

Rating: T

Word counts: 2.8K

She listens to him pull in a breath, his voice taking on the sharp edge of alarm. “Lieutenant?” Warmth runs over the back of her hand. Down her forearm. “Lieutenant, is everything alright?”

She can hear the downward turn of his mouth, the ridge that forms as his dark brows draw together. She knows the way his spine pulls straight, his hand gripping the phone receiver with knuckles blanched.

Shadows are beginning to fray the edges of her vision. A terrible weakness is sinking into her, heavy and bone-deep. She needs to hold pressure. She needs to sit down. “Colonel,” she says again, weariness and panic threading through the syllables.

Something drips from the bend of her elbow.

A gift for @shuboxx ❤️

(angst, hurt/comfort)

Uncle Zuko

Katara x Zuko

Rating: T

Word count: 2.6K

Of all the things his hands have held - from dragon eggs and ancient texts to the element of Fire itself - this is by far the most precious, the most powerful: a new generation, one born into a world without war.

Zuko is forced to hold Sokka's baby, and feelings happen. I published this story years ago on FFN under a different title. This is the updated/revised version. I haven't written much of them lately, but Zuko & Katara are, and will always remain, my otp.

(domestic fluff)

Forts, Flashlights, and Forgery

Loid Forger / Twilight x Yor Forger / Thorn Princess

Rating: T

Word count: 5k

And like climbing a rooftop, disarming a bomb, forgery is essential to espionage. An ability applied not only to paperwork and documents, but one’s very self. To smile and lie and feel no remorse, to shed one’s outer layer and replace it anew. To cut ties, change faces, and walk away, again and again, morphing into whatever - whomever - deemed necessary to the success of the mission, the safety of the collective, regardless of personal cost.

It is a talent which has defined him, erased him. A fraud. A fake. A shadow.

(domestic fluff, light angst)

The Bookshelf - WIP

Riza Hawkeye x Roy Mustang

Rating: T

Word count: 2.3K

“It has a ladder.” Falman remarks, impressed.

(Or: Fuhrer Mustang gifts Hawkeye a bookshelf, and the rest of the Team starts to figure things out.)

(fluff, humor)

Strong Whiskey and Slanted Light

Riza Hawkeye x Roy Mustang

Rating: G

Word count: 908

His team is alive. The Elric brothers have their bodies back. Havoc can walk again. And from her place in the driver’s seat, Riza Hawkeye - alive and breathing - glances sharply in his direction, brows raised in a rare moment of removing her attention from the road ahead. He doesn’t miss the way she winces at the sudden movement of her still-healing neck. “Sir?”

“It’s just a question, Lieutenant. I’m curious.”

Written for Royai Week 2024, Day 1: Curiosity

(light angst, mutual pining)

Incandescently

Riza Hawkeye x Roy Mustang

Rating: T

Word count: 999

“And how are you this evening, my dear?” he murmurs, the playful formality simmering between them. His bowtie has gone missing, Riza observes. As well as his tailored jacket, and the top few buttons of his collared shirt are undone. Suspenders hang loose around his hips, and the scent of his cologne - a blend of tobacco, leather, and vanilla - drifts to her, freshly applied despite the lateness of the hour.

“Very well,” she responds over the rim of her wine glass, wondering if the darkness is enough to conceal the heat creeping into her face. Likely not. “Only I wish you wouldn’t call me ‘my dear’.”

(fluff; formerly titled Mrs. Mustang)

As You Were

Riza Hawkeye x Roy Mustang

Rating: T

Word count: 2.4K

Maybe it’s the fact that she’s dropped his honorific.

Maybe it’s the fact that they are somehow both alive. Maybe it’s the fact that he can see her, when he’d believed with such certainty that he never would again. He can see her and she is beautiful, and for once he doesn’t understand why he ever chose to banish that thought from his mind when it is so clearly the truth.

(angst)

The Flame Alchemist's Daughter

Riza Hawkeye x Roy Mustang

Rating: T

Word count: 6.4K

The ink is a burden. The knowledge is a curse.

Disclaimer: I wrote this before I fully understood the mechanics of Mustang's flame alchemy (I literally finished the series in March 2024; I'm new here, so my bad). I realized later that some of the implications here would not make sense in canon. That said, I still love this story. I'm proud of it and it's freaking fanfiction so who cares.

(angst)

Checkmate

Riza Hawkeye x Roy Mustang

Rating: T

Word count: 1.6K

In the wake of his election victory, Roy Mustang makes a very important visit to Fuhrer President Grumman.

Prequel to "The Counteroffer."

(fluff, light angst)

Four

Riza Hawkeye x Roy Mustang

Rating: T

Word count: 2.2K

Each time he has laid eyes on Riza Hawkeye’s tattoo, the course of Roy Mustang’s life has been permanently altered.

(angst with a happy ending)

[hayleythesugarbowl]

so I know you like just did a Angela x reader one shot and IM SO SORRY LIKE SO SORRY BUT COULD YOU DO ANOTHER ONE can it be like a really sad on like a realllllllllllllllllllllllly sad like I’m saying reallllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllly sad if you could 😭 pls thanks bae and if you need some ideas I got you so what if reader like was in love with Angela but we found out she was going out with someone but we didn’t know it was like only for like two days and didn’t really like them and so we started to distance ourselves from her and it got so bad to where we stopped showing up for try not to laugh or eat it or yeet it to the point where we asked to be a editor or something off screen and that’s all I can think off but have a lil fluff at the end please thanks bae love you have a great morning afternoon or night too❤️❤️❤️❤️

Love Hurts || Angela Giarratana x reader

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist • smosh masterlist ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ summary: oneshot where you have been in love with angela for months and upon finding out that she is dating someone else, heartbroken, you start to distance yourself from her and everything else in your life

word count: 3.9k

warnings: angst

a/n: i hope you enjoy this love!! i tried to make it sad enough for u, i hope i succeeded 💋 also, since i wrote most of this while listening to taylor swift, i think this is very much i can see you, gold rush, labyrinth, and lover coded in that order!! also i have a smosh masterlist now so you can find everything there 🎀🍓

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     You took a deep breath.

     Today was the day. The day you were finally going to ask Angela Giarratana, your cast-mate at Smosh and crush of the past three months who was maybe, possibly the love of your life, out. 

      Ever since you’d started working at Smosh, you’d been drawn to Angela and her beautiful smile and charming, exuberant personality. After months of admiring her in secret, you finally decided to make a move.

     You liked to think you two were getting closer. Talking more and more and quickly  becoming good friends. You couldn’t be sure how she felt, but you had to take a chance 

     It was now or never.

     You turned a corner, shoving your hands deeper into your pockets as you walked swiftly down the hallway. 

     What’s the worst that could happen? You thought. She could say no. Humiliate you. You could ruin your friendship.

     Internal monologue, not helping, You thought. 

     Shaking the ideas from your head, you tried to focus on something else. You had to be confident. And your own doubtful thought weren’t doing you any favors.

     You rounded the next corner, seeing Angela and Chanse in the middle of a conversation several feet away.

     “Tell me everything!” You heard Chanse say. 

     Angela tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, a movement you had observed many times. “There isn’t much to tell!”

     She turned her head, catching sight of you standing there and smiling at you.

     “Oh, (Y/n), hey!”

     “Hi, uh,” you started, “I was just going to—can I talk to you for a second?” 

     No turning back now.

     She walked towards you, “Of course.”

     “I’ll catch you later,” Chanse said, “ when you will finish telling me about last night.”

     You looked inquisitively at Angela.

     She rolled her eyes at Chanse, waving him off, and told you, “Just this date I had last night. So what is it you wanted to talk about?”

     You felt like you’d been punched in the stomach. “What?”

     “Oh, it’s just this person I’ve been seeing, and Chanse wants to hear every a run-down of every date and every detail of our relationship.” 

     This couldn’t be happening. You tried to say something else, but couldn’t find the right words to say.

     Finally, Angela spoke up, “So you wanted to tell me something?”

     “Um, yeah I just, wanted to say that—I have the schedule for tomorrow if you want to see it. I know you don’t check your email often and so I printed out the schedule for you.” You finished, defeated.

     “Oh,” Angela seemed mildly confused, “Ok, thanks! I’ll come by to get it from you later.”

     “Great,” you said, trying to smile. Trying not to show your disappointment. Trying to take even breaths and get out of there.

     “Hey, are you okay?” Angela said, “you seem like something’s on your mind.”

     You. “Nope, everything’s fine,” you got out, “I’ll catch you later.”

     And before she could respond, you turned and speed-walked away from Angela and your conversation. 

     Once you were a good distance away, you let yourself deflate.

     Despite yourself, tears started to cloud your vision as you made it to the first door you came upon—which happened to be the bathroom—and you shut yourself in, leaning against the door and letting yourself cry.

     Stupid. Irrational. You told yourself. Angela had the right to date whoever she wanted. You hadn’t even asked her out yet. But a part of you had thought she’d say yes. That she’d felt the same way about you all this time as you’d felt about her. That you hadn’t been in love with her for months only to have it come to an end like this. And to top it all off, you remembered, now you had to print out your schedule for tomorrow to give to Angela, successfully backing up your lie.

     You pressed your palms into your eyes and willed the tears to stop. 

     You heard footsteps outside, and quickly ran into a stall, locking the door. You honestly weren’t sure if you were in a men’s or women’s restroom, but either way you didn’t want anyone to see you like this and have to explain what was going on. 

     You waited until you heard whoever was in there with you go in and out before stepping out of the stall, rushing to the door, and quickly stepping back into the hallway. You knew you had to film Eat it or Yeet it in a few minutes. But you didn’t know how you could bring yourself to face Angela again—just thinking about your last conversation made you sick. 

     Reluctantly, you made your way back to set and scanned the room, trying not to look like you’d been crying. You saw Courtney in conversation with one of the crew members, Damien and Shayne laughing at a joke one of them had just made, and Amanda taking a sip of her coffee.

     No sign of Angela. Yet. 

     You looked over just in time to see Amanda walking over to you. 

     “What’s up, (Y/n)?”

     “Uh, nothing much.”

     “Have you seen Angela?” Amanda asked you when you didn’t elaborate, “She should be on set.”

     “No, I haven’t,” you lied. You couldn’t deal with reliving the past few minutes right now. 

     As if on cue, Angela walked into the room. “Hey guys! Sorry I’m late,” She called out.

     You looked up at her, but looked away quickly. 

     “Angela!” Courtney called out, rushing over, “Chanse tells me you’ve been seeing someone behind our backs? Spill!”

     You dug your fingernails into your leg.

     “I haven’t been doing anything behind your backs,” Angela said, grinning, “and yes I’ve been seeing someone but—”

     Just then you all got called to start the show and the conversation dissolved.

     “Well, we all want to hear about it later, right (Y/n)?” Courtney looked to you for help. 

     “Um, I—”

     You were saved from responding by Angela exclaiming, “I’ll tell you later, I promise!”

    It was going to be a long day.

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     “(Y/n), are you ok?” 

     You spun around, coming face to face with Angela.

     “What?”

     “You just seemed…distant during Eat it or Yeet it.”

     Distant was one term for it. Living a nightmare was another. 

     You had struggled to make it through the episode, sitting next to Angela and trying not to notice—willing your heart not to race—every time your shoulders brushed or she looked at you. You tried to tell yourself this shouldn’t feel any different—you were still friends and you still loved her in secret. 

     That much hadn’t changed, You thought wryly. 

     Except that you knew she was seeing someone else.

     You squeezed your eyes shut before answering Angela, attempting an ‘I’m fine’ look.

     “I’m just tired.”

    “Alright, well, I’ll see you later to get that schedule…” 

     Shoot, that’s right.

     “Sounds like a plan,” was all you said. 

     “Great!” She leaned in for a hug and you hugged her back, unable to not notice how her hair smelled like mango and flower blossoms. 

     Curse her, You thought, curse her and her perfectly shampooed hair.

     After a moment, you watched her walk away, thinking it was going to be nearly impossible to make it through the rest of the week. You’d just have to go on pretending. Act supportive of Angela and her partner. Act like nothing was wrong. Act like you weren’t a mess inside. 

     Act like you weren’t in love with Angela

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     The rest of the week went about as well as you thought it would. 

     You’d spent the whole time practically avoiding Angela. Turning the other way if you saw her coming. Making up excuses to get out of conversations she was a part of. Keeping your answers short.

     Everything was a reminder.

     Shoots were harder. When you had to act like everything was fine in videos and put on a smiling face for Angela and the public. 

     You didn’t want to distance yourself from her. But it was hard to be around her when all that ran through your head when you saw her was She doesn’t love you and she never will.

     Your other cast mates had started to notice you acting differently, if the “are you ok?”s and the “are you sure you don’t need anything?”s were any indication. You appreciated their concern, you really did. But you couldn’t bring yourself to tell any of them the real reason for your distraught state. Still, the worried questions kept rolling in. From everyone but Angela, because you never stayed around her quite long enough to let her inquire.

     “(Y/n), did you hear me?” A voice brought you out of your thoughts, and you looked up, out of your daze, quickly.

     “Sorry Damien, what were you saying?” 

     He looked at you with a frown, “It’s ok, I was just asking if you—”

     Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Angela walking into the room and headed in your general direction. 

     You stood up quickly. “I have to go, I’m sorry.”

     Picking up your bag, you fled the room, leaving Damien standing there, mid-sentence.  

     “(Y/n), wait!” You heard someone call you.

     You kept walking, hoping you could pretend you didn’t hear the voice you knew had just said your name. 

     Angela.

     Eventually, she caught up to you and you were forced to spin around.

     “Ok, I don’t know what’s up, or why you’ve been avoiding me all week…”

     She trailed off, waiting you to explain, and when you didn’t she kept going. 

     “Did I do something?” She looked at you expectantly.

     “I—no, you did absolutely nothing, I mean I haven’t—” 

     “If I offended you in any way, I’m sorry,” she said. “And I’m also worried about you, you haven’t seemed your self lately at all.”

     You sighed. “No, it’s nothing like that, I’m just really busy and I—I have to go.”

     You turned the other way and kept walking, not looking back to see the concerned expression on Angela’s face. 

     Great. Just great. On top of it all, now Angela thought you were mad at her. 

     If she only knew that couldn’t be farther from the truth, you thought.

     You turned a corner and almost ran right into Shayne, heading in the opposite direction. 

     “Hey, (Y/n), didn’t see you there! You ready for TNTL. I’ve got this awesome new bit—ok, imagine a shark goes to medical school…”

     You didn’t hear the rest of that sentence. You’d completely forgotten there was another shoot today. You internally groaned. You’d much rather go home, sit in your pajamas, and enjoy your much-anticipated date with ice cream and Pride and Prejudice. 

     “…and anyways obviously the cheesecake can’t be eaten, which is why the whole place explodes. What do you think?”

     “Um, sounds great,” you said, having missed half of what he said. You continued to walk with him to the set of TNTL. When you got there, an animated conversation was already taking place.

     “I did not say it like that!” Angela was saying

     “Sounded like it to me,” Courtney said.

     “Totally said it like the heart-eyes emoji,” Damien agreed, imitating the face.

     “No,” Angela corrected, “all I said was that Alex was coming to guest star on Try Not To Laugh. Do you hear any heart eyes?”

     “No, no heart eyes. Just Alex, my true love, my one and only, the fire of my loins—” Amanda went on but you couldn’t listen to any more.

     No. This couldn’t be happening. The person Angela was dating couldn’t not be coming here. Now. 

     You couldn’t do the show. You turned to Shayne, “I forgot something, I’m going to go back really quick.”

     No one else had seen you yet. You rushed away from the set, opening the first door you found—a storage room—and sat down on a box, burying your face in your hands. Could this week get any worse?

     And you were crying again. For the—honestly you’d stopped counting how many times since the day. 

     You felt really bad skipping a shoot like that. This was your job! But you couldn’t bear to see Angela with the person she’d been going out with. 

     Hearing about it was one thing. But actually seeing them acting like a couple in front of you—you might actually be sick. 

     You had to figure something out. You couldn’t stay in this room forever. You couldn’t keep ditching shows, and moping around, and avoiding Angela for the rest of

your life. As much as you’d like to. 

     You didn’t know how long you sat there in that closet, letting the tears fall as you contemplated your situation. Finally, when you figured someone would probably start looking for you soon, you got up, wiping the tears from your face, and opened the door. 

     You didn’t know where to go from there.

You were contemplating this when suddenly you heard a noise and, turning around, were met with at least half a dozen faces staring at you from down the hall. You noticed Angela among them.

     “(Y/n)!” 

     “We’ve been looking all over for you!”

     “Where have you been?”

     “You never showed up for TNTL, what’s wrong?”

     “What we’re you doing in there?”

     Never showed up for TNTL. That meant you must have been in that closet for much longer than you thought.

     You didn’t know who’s question to answer first. Or how to answer any of them.

Completely overwhelmed, you did the only logical thing.

     You ran.

     Ok, maybe it wasn’t the only logical thing. But as you dashed towards the back door and your waiting car in the lot, you decided it was worth it. You’d come up with an excuse later, even though it would be hard. 

     But if it meant not having to face Angela today, then skipping one TNTL shoot wasn’t that big of a deal.

     Right?

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     It wasn’t long before one turned into every show Angela was in. 

     The first time you’d blamed it on food poisoning. But by the eighth or ninth you were running out of excuses. Once you skipped one shoot, it became easier to do it again and a lot harder to work up the nerve to be that close to Angela with things the way they were. 

     You knew you shouldn’t be skipping, but the idea had just become so tempting. It wasn’t that you wanted to, it was more that you physically couldn’t bring yourself to show up. 

     You contemplated these things as you sat across from Ian Hecox, your boss, waiting for him to say something.

     “(Y/n), I think you know why I need to talk to you. You’ve missed…a lot of filming. It’s becoming a problem.”

     Your knew that. Which is why you had come to a decision about what to do. 

     “I know, and I’m sorry. I was thinking…I don’t think I want to be a part of the cast anymore.”

     You let that sink in. It killed you. You loved your job and what you did. This decision didn’t come lightly. But for your mental state, it had to be done. Besides, you were probably going to get fired anyway if you missed any more work.

      You continued, “I have loved being a part of the cast here and If there’s any way it could work, I’d like to apply to be an editor. I think I have the credentials to do it and I feel like it would be best for me.”

     Ian contemplated you, “Well, I don’t know what’s brought on this sudden change but if you think it’s best, I can probably make something work. We do want to keep you around, you know. I know everyone’s worried about you.”

     You swallowed hard. “Thank you, I appreciate it. Can I?” You motioned to the door behind you.

     “Go ahead.” Ian smiled at you. 

     You rushed out of the office and shut the door behind you, leaning against the wall. 

     You couldn’t believe you just did that. You’d worked so hard to get where you were. And now, there you were, throwing away your entire career. You steeled yourself. You made this decision, and you were going to stick with it.

     “So, editor, huh?” 

     How had you not noticed Angela standing on the other side of the office door?

     “Sorry, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. I was just waiting to talk to Ian and I couldn’t help but overhear,” she said, sheepishly.

     “Yeah, I uh, I just think it’s best,” you told her, trying to stay composed. But something about the decision you’d made mixed with Angela standing in front of you looking all warmhearted and beautiful made something inside you break. You couldn’t stop the tears from threatening to pour out and so you turned away.

     “Hey,” Angela said, catching your arm, “what’s up?”

     “It’s nothing,” you attempted.

     “It’s not nothing, you’ve been acting weird these past few weeks and I want to know what’s going on.”

     You tried to respond, you really did, but the tears were falling harder now and you couldn’t make out a response. 

     “(Y/n), come here,” she led you to a chair and crouched down in front of you. “What’s wrong?”

     You couldn’t possibly begin to tell her. “I—I can’t.”

     “(Y/n), I’m your friend and I care about you, you can tell me anything.”

     She was looking at you so intently now. So intently you almost told her everything.   

     How you had been devastated and heartbroken when you found out she was with someone else. How you couldn’t be around her without wanting to cry when you knew she’d never feel the same way about you as you did about her. How you’d began to distance yourself from everything and everyone around you. How you had basically ruined your career over all of it.

     How she could quite possibly be the love of your life, even still. 

     As you stared into her warm, brown eyes and thought, What if I could?

     “I’m sorry,” you whispered.

     “Sorry? For what?”

     “For ignoring you and…and avoiding you.”

     “I knew it! I told Shayne I knew you were avoiding me, and I was right! Dude owes me five bucks,” she looked down sheepishly, “but not the time, I get it.”

     You almost smiled. That was what Angela did. She made people feel better by making them smile, making them laugh. 

     You swiped at your cheek with the sleeve of your sweater. “I’m sorry also for not telling you why I was avoiding you. I promise I was never mad.”

     She waved it off, “I get it, I’m loud.” She shrugged, smiling.

     “No, no that’s not why. I—it’s just—I can’t tell you.”   

     “You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to—I just want to make sure you’re ok,” she gently rubbed your arm. You leaned into her touch.

    You took a deep breath. Sitting here crying in front of Angela while she consoled you, a thought ran through your head. A crazy one, but a thought still.

     What did you have to lose? 

     “You Angela, It’s you.”

     “Me?”

     “I know you don’t know this, but the day I heard you said you were involved with someone I was—” 

     You looked up at Angela, awaiting the rest of your sentence. You could do this.

     You continued. “I was on my way to ask you out and—and I know it shouldn’t have mattered to me that you were seeing someone but I couldn’t bear to picture you with someone else and after I knew it was just hard to see you when everything was a—reminder and so that, that’s why I avoided you and stopped showing up to set and I just, I was a mess—I’m still a mess and—”

     You broke off as your voice cracked, and you squeezed your eyes shut. You felt Angela wrap her arms around you, rubbing your back. You rested your head on her shoulder, letting all the things you’d felt and kept in for the past few weeks out.

     You lifted your head, sniffing. “Sorry, I’m probably ruining your shirt.”

     “Don’t be, it’s Courtney’s anyway. Don’t tell her,” she added.

     You laughed, the first real laugh in many days. 

     As wonderful as this moment was, you remembered what the conversation was about and the fact that Angela was dating someone.

     “I didn’t mean to tell you any of this, ever.

I know you’re in a relationship and I don’t mean at all to—impose or anything—”

     “(Y/n), stop—Alex and I aren’t dating anymore. We haven’t been for weeks.”

     What? “But—”

     “When you heard me talking to Chanse that day? Well we broke up that night. To be honest, I didn’t even want to go on a second date let alone a fourth but,” she threw her hands in the air, making a face. 

     Your couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Was she saying that this whole time, she hadn’t even been seeing anyone? But—

     “You invited Alex to TNTL, I just thought…”

     “Alex is an aspiring comedian, I was just helping out.”

     You wrapped your arms around yourself. “Wow, sure makes me look stupid, huh?”

     “Hey, you’re not stupid (Y/n), ok?” she tilted your chin toward her. “You know that right?” 

     You nodded, but looked away quickly.

     “(Y/n), I just, I had no idea,” she shook her head. “How you felt this whole time and all that you’ve been through recently…”

     “I guess I’ve effectively ruined our friendship now, haven’t I?” You awkwardly wiped the rest of the tears from your face.

    Angela looked at you, really looked at you as if she was contemplating something. You remembered all over again how easy it was to get lost in her eyes.

     She leaned forward, until you were inches apart.

     “Well, I’m glad,” she said, her voice quiet, “because if you’ve already ruined our friendship, then it can’t hurt to do this.”

     She leaned in and kissed you softly. You kissed her back with the longing of months and she wrapped her arms around you. You did the same, savoring this moment.

     Everything was a blur. You couldn’t believe mere moments ago you’d been certain that you and Angela could never be. You’d spent months in a depressed state, heartbreak turning into numbness and spiraling and a perpetual sadness. You’d confessed all of this to Angela and found out you’d been making assumptions this whole time. 

     And then you’d kissed her. Were kissing her. And it was everything you’d hoped it would be.

     She pulled away, saying “And that’s a yes, (Y/n), I’d love to go out with you.”

     You smiled at her, a real smile, and said, “I love you, Angela.”

     “Love ya more,” she kissed you quickly and then jumped up, grabbing your hand. 

     “Now let’s go tell Ian that you want your job back.”

     “Sounds like a plan,” you told her, grinning from ear to ear.

     You looked down at Angela’s hand in yours. You looked at the way she was smiling at you, eager to fix your mistakes. You looked at all of the possibilities and all of the memories yet to be made and the love that could only grow. 

     And you were happy. For the first time in nearly a month, you were happy.

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope this was what you wanted, happy to give you the smosh + angela content you deserve <3

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Ericca, my love. A huge congratulations on your follower celebration. You deserve every single one and a thousand more 🥳❤️

So... I wanna push you out of your comfort zone a little and request a little drabble made from a gif and I'm gonna choose our dear Rumlow 😉

But also... can I pair it with a kiss prompt? "If you win, I'll kiss you"

No pressure at all, since you haven't written for Rumlow before, but I hope this could inspire you 😁❤️

My lovely Lily,

Thank you for being such a good friend to me, you’re always so supportive and encouraging. And thank you for following me and being a part of my celebration. It means so much to me that you read my fics and our daily chats are some of the best parts of my day.

And thank you for this ask, I’m REALLY nervous about writing for Rumlow so I hope you like what I did here. Oh and it’s a little more than a drabble 🤣

Never Again

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Brock Rumlow x F! Reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of domestic abuse, injuries as a result of said abuse, lessons in boxing and Krav Maga, little violent.

Word Count: 3.9k-ish

Summary: You’re relatively new in town and you start working out at a nearby gym where you notice someone there that could help you with a problem from your past.

A/N: So yes this is my first time writing for Rumlow, I’m terrified but I had fun writing for someone new. And it’s a little longer than I intended but such is life! I hope you like it. And this has a very J Lo in Enough feel to it.

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You passed that building every day on your way to the gym. It was intimidating to look at even from across the water, wondering what was inside, wondering if anyone was looking down at you as you drove by the large complicated building with more windows than you could count but it was the building that he headed for every day after his workout.

Well, he did on the days that you and he finished your workouts at the same time.

Sometimes you would sneak into the part of the gym that had the boxing ring and watch him while you jumped rope, not well, but it was passable. He was amazing to watch, dominating his sparring partners with what looked like a combination of fighting styles.

Boxing, Krav Maga, Karate, and probably a few more but you didn’t know the difference. You had no idea how to fight, but you wanted to learn.

It might be helpful the next time your ex finds you because you knew there would be a next time.

The daily routine of trying to cover your bruises with makeup was exhausting and you didn’t want to do it anymore, you didn’t want to be scared anymore so you decided you were going to approach him.

He had a daunting look to him, wild brown hair, amber colored eyes, days old stubble, and his face always looked like he was filled with a dark rage but you had caught him smiling a couple of times when he wasn’t busy being cranky. So he did know how to smile but it was painfully obvious he didn’t do it very often.

After an aggressive run on the treadmill, you turned to step off and crashed right into him. He looked annoyed at first but when he looked into your eyes, his expression softened. You immediately apologized.

“Shit, I am so so sorry. Are you ok?” You asked, wiping the sweat off of your face.

Anger returned to his face when he looked at yours.

When you had wiped the sweat off of your face, you had taken some of your makeup with it, uncovering the greenish-yellow bruise around your eye that you had forgotten was there.

“Who did that to you?” He asked with a gruff tone to his voice.

Not remembering you had a bruise around your eye, you replied to his question. “Did what?”

He moved in closer and feeling his breath against your eyelashes, he gently turned your face toward the mirrors along the wall.

“That! Who did THAT to you?” He repeated again.

Quickly turning away from the mirrors and breaking away from his touch, you lied to him.

“Oh I’m just really clumsy, I walked into the corner of the door.” You said.

He seemed annoyed with your answer. “Right, if you say so, Miss. Have a good day.” And with that, he turned to leave.

But you didn’t want him to. “I don’t want to be afraid anymore.”

“WAIT!” You called out.

He stopped, turned and waited for you to catch up to him.

“Teach me…please.” You begged. “I’ve tried restraining orders, the police, they won’t help me. I feel like you might be the only one who can…I’ve seen you fight.”

He dropped his bag from his shoulder, placed his hands on his hips, and glanced at the ground before returning his gaze to you. The heat coming from his body hit your exposed skin and sent a shiver down your spine.

The muscles in his arms flexed as he pinched the bridge of his nose and returned his arms to rest at his sides. Bending at the waist, he picked up his gym bag and started to walk away.

Your stomach dropped as you watched him walk away before he turned to look at you once again.

“Be here tomorrow…noon. I’m Brock…Rumlow. Be ready to work. If you are thirty seconds late, I’m walking.” He said.

“Of course, yes I will be here Mr. Rumlow.” You said in a shaky tone. “I’m y/n.”

Brock cracked a slight smile. “Just Brock, sweetheart. I’ll see ya tomorrow. And do me a favor…”

He closed the distance between your bodies so he could whisper in your ear.

“Leave those bruises uncovered. I want you to take one more look at them because after I’m done with you, those will be the last set of bruises he’ll ever give you.” He growled and he walked away without turning back.

You had a feeling you were in for a long afternoon tomorrow.

**********

The clock said 11:45.

You made sure you weren’t just on time, you were early, changed and ready to work. You saw Brock walk in and head straight for the locker room, he was dressed in what looked like tactical clothing, all black from head to toe and black boots. He noticed you waiting for him and he held up one finger as if to tell you “one minute” or “be right out.”

You had done as he requested and left all of your visible bruises uncovered. The one around your eye was going away but you could still see the greenish-yellow mark on your face and also the hand and fingerprints on your arms and neck.

Feeling self-conscious, you tried to position yourself in a way where they weren’t so visible but it didn’t do any good. You felt like everyone was staring at you, even though they weren’t. They didn’t look as bad as they did before and they were also taking a long time to fade.

He emerged from the locker room dressed in black shorts, sneakers, and a white muscle shirt, plus his signature sour look to his face. But you had to admit, that look was rather sexy.

You watched carefully as Brock taped up your hands and then taped up his own. You were a fast learner so you should be able to tape up your own hands tomorrow, if you lasted through your first workout.

“Ya ever done any self-defense or boxing before, sweetheart?” He asked.

You shook your head before answering him. “No, never.”

“Ok…well, hope you’re ready to work.” He said.

“I am.” You replied.

And he did work you, he worked you harder than you’ve probably worked out ever before. He started with the basics…how to stand, loose knees, elbows tucked in, and the basic punches.

Brock showed you the jab, the cross, and the hook. Then taught you some of the basic combination punches: 1-2 (jab-right cross), 1-1-2 (jab-jab-cross), and the 1-2-hook-2.

Your time together went by quickly. And more than once you had caught Brock looking at the blue and purple marks on your upper arms as you threw punch after punch, encouraging you and praising you for when he thought you did a good job.

During one of your water breaks, he asked you, “When did you leave him?”

He caught you off guard, you weren’t expecting him to converse except when he was giving you lessons but it was nice to talk to someone that wasn’t yelling at you. Brock was surprisingly gentle.

He would always ask and make sure it was alright before he put his hands on you to show you something and his voice was stern but he never yelled at you which was comforting.

“Oh, awhile ago but he always manages to find me wherever I go, hence these bruises.” You pointed to the bruise around your eye.

“And he doesn’t know where you are now?” He asked.

“No, not yet but he has connections and money so I’m sure it’s just a matter of time before he does. This time I thought I’d try a bigger city, maybe he wouldn’t look for me here in D.C. but I’m just tired of running and being afraid, Brock.”

The man of few words had even less to say than he did before. He was silent, the look in his eyes was sad but not sorry. He didn’t seem the type to feel sorry for people but it was almost like he was proud of you for escaping, for leaving when a lot of people would just stay and take it.

You didn’t want to be one of them.

“Why does he keep chasing you then? What does he want?” He asked.

“I took something. Something that meant more to him than I ever did.” You said.

Brock looked like he was on the edge of his seat waiting to hear what you were going to say, before you cracked a sly smile and said,

“I took the cat.” Followed by a light giggle.

A smile stretched across his lips bigger than you had ever seen him smile before and he started shaking his head.

“The cat? You took the fuckin’ cat?” He asked in a surprised tone.

“Hey, Peanut is MY cat, not his!” You said, sass dripping from your voice.

Taking a sip of water, he inched closer to you while you were seated at the edge of the boxing ring and he was standing. Bending at the waist, he rested his hands on his knees so his eyes were level with yours.

You swallowed hard and heat rose to your cheeks as he continued to stare at you before he said in a low voice.

“I just don’t wanna see you get hurt anymore and especially not because of a cat, sweetheart.” He said.

His words didn’t faze you on the outside but on the inside you felt hot, and butterflies appeared from the depths of your stomach but you kept yourself calm and collected before responding to him.

“Well that’s why I have you, right? To teach me, I mean.” You said softly and trying to make it sound like you DIDN’T find him attractive, but you were pretty sure you were failing miserably.

He broke the awkward silence between you.

“Ya ready to do it again tomorrow?” He asked. “I gotta get to work.”

“Oh yes, absolutely but I’d really like to pay you for your time…please?” You asked.

Brock pressed his lips together in a straight line and shook his head furiously. “No, no I don’t want your money, doll. I honestly think you’re a natural fighter and I wanna teach you everything I know so you can be prepared, alright?” His voice was rough and stern.

You nodded and nervously bit down on your lower lip before changing the subject.

“Was that your work uniform you walked in wearing earlier? Can you tell me what you do or if you tell me, you’ll have to kill me?” You joked.

Brock smiled again. “Some other time, sweetheart. I’ll see ya tomorrow, same time.” He handed you a roll of tape. “Ya think you can tape up by yourself tomorrow?”

“I can do it.” You said, confidently.

He extended his index finger to point at you. “Ya know I’m gonna check it, right?”

“I know, I said I can do it, Brock.” You said with a slightly annoyed voice.

You hated being doubted.

“Ok, ok I’ll see ya tomorrow.” He said, throwing up his hands with a smug smile on his face.

**********

6 Months Later

“Come on, you can do better than that Princess!” He said condescendingly through gnashed teeth as you fought to free yourself from the tight grip he had you in, pinned against the wall. “Ya want his hands around ya pretty little neck like this again?! DO YOU?!!!” He yelled. “Come on, y/n!!

Six months ago, he never would have dared to grab you like that or yell in your face but you were much stronger now than you were then.

His hot breath hit against your face, and you managed to turn to the side, your elbow hit his forearm and his hand bent up at the wrist and you were able to quickly elbow him three times in the face.

In the six months Brock had been training you, you’ve managed to graduate from the basic boxing moves to Krav Maga where he really taught you how to protect yourself and how to inflict pain on your enemy.

You were making quick work of the sparring partners he had brought in for you to practice against. They were becoming less and less challenging and there was only one person you wanted to spar against to make you feel like if your ex attacked you, you would have the confidence to fight him off and that was Brock.

He had awakened something inside of you that you wouldn’t have known was there if it wasn’t for him. When he first started training you and said you were a natural fighter, you wanted to prove him right, that you could fight and you had the strength to not be pushed around anymore.

And the only way you were going feel good enough about your new fighting skills is if you could defeat him one on one.

“You’re gettin’ good, sweetheart…real good. Those guys are a little too easy for you, aren’t they. What do ya wanna do about it?” He asked.

“I wanna spar with you, Rumlow.” You said, breathing heavily.

Brock scratched his chin and playfully chuckled at you while shaking his head. “No, you ain’t ready for me yet, doll…you’re just not. You’re good but you’re not THAT good.” He said smugly.

You narrowed your eyes at him and suddenly became very agitated. The man was so sure that you couldn’t beat him, that he wasn’t even willing to give you a chance to prove him wrong.

Working out very close to Brock for the past six months caused you to develop some deeper feelings toward him too. Yes, you were friends but also you felt maybe he had an attraction to you like you had toward him.

There were subtle hints like you’d catch him staring at you while you were taping up your hands or getting a drink of water. Sometimes he’d wink at you when you performed well on a lesson he was teaching you. And he was smiling just a little bit more than you were used to seeing.

Anytime he put his hands on you during a lesson, he would always ask if it was ok or if he hurt you in any way to just tell him.

He never wanted to push too hard in case you weren’t ready for that yet. Sometimes after your lessons, you would take him out for a beer and he’d ask you questions about you ex.

“You can always tell me to fuck off if I’m askin’ too much, ya know. I can’t imagine it’s easy for you to talk about. Please don’t feel like you have answer me if you don’t want to. I don’t even know him but I wanna kill him for hurting ya.” He had said.

You gave him a warm smile. “I don’t really know anyone else in this city except a couple of co-workers. I don’t have anyone else to talk to about it, Brock. No other friends so thank you for listening.” You had said.

You had a feeling that he wanted to kiss you but he didn’t. Did he stop himself because he thought of you as damaged? Did he think he was taking advantage of your teacher/student relationship?

Sometimes it was all you could think about after you went home for the day. You had dreams about his lips colliding with yours, teeth nipping at your chin and jawline, and his calloused hands exploring your body, touching you in a way that you’ve wanted him to from the first second you saw him.

But maybe he was a betting man.

“You don’t think I can win, do you.” You said.

He thought he could catch you off guard by trying to punch you in the face but you were fast and blocked him.

“I ain’t gonna take it easy on ya, Princess. You know he won’t either.” And he threw another punch at you with the other fist, which you also blocked.

“I wasn’t asking you to.” You said with a coy smile before elbowing him in the stomach. “How about a little wager?”

“What do ya have in mind, y/n?” He asked.

You pondered for a brief moment. “If I win, you have to tell me what you do for work that requires you to wear all that tactical clothing.”

“Ok. And if I win?” He asked.

You moved in close so the two of you were sharing the same air, you were both breathing heavily and as your breath hit the skin on his throat, goosebumps skirted across his skin and he gazed down at you with a primal look in his eyes.

Looking up at him through your long dark lashes, you answered. “If you win, I’ll kiss you, since you’re apparently too chicken to do it.”

Brock wasn’t afraid of anything so now he was determined to win. The devilish smile that stretched across his lips told you he definitely wasn’t going to hold back and he would do whatever he had to make sure he wins the bet.

He had taught you to be very aware of your surroundings, aware of things that could be problematic like tables and other furniture that could get in the way if you had to fight off your ex in your own home but right now you were surrounded by gym equipment, the boxing ring, and the walls.

“You got yourself a bet, sweetheart.” He said.

“Well ring the bell and let’s go, Rumlow.” You replied.

As soon as that bell rang, he came after you and throwing different combination punches and kicks at you. Since Brock was bigger than you, you thought it would be best to try and wear him down so he’d make a mistake. You would use his size and strength to your advantage, ducking and weaving as he threw punch after punch at you.

Throwing all of his weight behind those punches was making him tired as you danced around him, punching him in between the shoulder blades and kicking him behind the knees but he didn’t stay down.

The rage in his eyes that you were so used to seeing everyday had returned as he got his second wind. Keeping his punches close to his body this time, he tried to get you to bring your hands down by attacking your body but you pulled him close to knee him in the stomach. Using all of your strength to throw him to the mat, only to watch him roll and get right back up again.

He was fast, really fast, but you took notice of his fighting patterns so you could counter with combination moves of your own.

You had to get him to the mat, it was the only way you were going to beat him. Suddenly you felt a hand around your throat like he had done earlier but this time being in the corner of the ring.

There wasn’t as much leverage you could use against the ropes as you could against the wall to try and free yourself but he left himself open, his legs were too far apart so you were able to take a swipe at his front leg causing him to fall to the mat.

Kneeing him in the chin, he fell flat on his back and you saw your opportunity to wrap your legs around his neck, in the hopes that he would yield…which he did.

“Fuck, your legs are strong!” He exclaimed, breathing deeply and trying his best to catch his breath after you climbed off of him.

You were trying to catch your breath also as you wiped the sweat from your brow. “S-so I’ve b-been told.” You said panting and trying to smile at the same time.

Brock stood up carefully so he wouldn’t lose his balance. Maybe in that brief moment in between your legs, you cut off his air supply which made you chuckle a little.

You removed your sparring helmet and started to take the fingerless fighting gloves and tape off of your hands. He did the same before he spoke again.

“Well y/n…looks like you beat me, fair and square. I supposed I gotta tell you what I do for a living now, don’t I.” He said, looking defeated.

You threw the helmet and the tape onto the mat and slowly walked over to him, still trying to catch your breath. You stopped inches away from him, the heat radiating through his t-shirt as you rested your hand against his chest and the other touched his cheek.

“Maybe another time.” You said, pushing yourself up onto your toes and gently pressing your lips to his.

Feeling how tense his body was, you pulled away and apologized only to have him pull you flush to his chest and his lips mash against yours as if he was trying to flatten and destroy your mouth.

His stubble scratched your cheeks but his lips felt so good against yours, his tongue slipped into your mouth causing you to softly moan and gasp into his mouth.

Winding strands of your hair in his fingers, he gently bit down on your bottom lip and gripped your head firmly as if to keep you from escaping.

But you let your guard down and he knew it so he swept your feet out from under you causing you to fall backwards onto the mat.

“Hey! You yielded, Rumlow!” You yelled, looking up at him. A rare genuine smile stretched across his lips. “Careful, you pull shit like that and you’re gonna end up with your head between my legs again.”

He helped you to your feet, pulling you in close and his voice sounded like a hiss from a dying fire as he whispered in your ear.

“The next time my head is between your legs, sweetheart, it will be because you want me there, trust me.” He said with a wicked smile.

His words, the gruff tone of his voice, the look he gave you…all sent delightful sparks down your spine and a guttural moan escaped your lips as he attacked your lips once again.

Caught in his firm embrace, his lips traced up and down the side of your neck before his hands gripped the hem of your t-shirt. Brock was just about to pull it over your head when you both heard knocking on the boxing ring doors and voices.

“Time’s up, Rumlow!!!” They said.

You broke apart quickly and laughed a little with each other before he yelled to the people outside the doors.

“Alright!! Just gimme a second!” He bellowed.

It’s a good thing your face was already flushed from the workout so the people that walked into the room couldn’t tell that you were blushing. Biting down on your thumb, you waited for him to come back into the ring.

“I, uh, guess we’re done for the day.” You said with a warm smile.

He replied. “Let’s go, doll. I’ll take ya home.”

After many long kisses outside your apartment door, and even though you didn’t want to, you finally said goodbye to Brock. Your heavy make out session at the gym made you realize that before having him in between your legs again, maybe a date first would be a better decision.

Smiling from ear to ear as you closed the door, you placed your keys on the table and put down your gym bag.

And that’s when he made his presence known. There was a touch of acid in that cold, hard voice of his when he spoke.

“Hello sweetheart. You’re getting better and better at covering your tracks. I’m impressed. Miss me?”

He had found you…again. And by the tone of his voice, he sounded like he wasn’t letting you get away this time.

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Fic tonight??

lowkey not as filthy as some of my other fics but i think you’ll like it!!

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Cowboytober Day 31- "It's a lasso."

Paring: Agent Whiskey x Female Reader

Word counting: 3.9k

Rating: 18+

Warning: Oral (f receiving), fingering, movement restrains, soft face fucking, use of safewords, very slight exhibitionism (aka Jack liking to be observed while getting naked), smoking, slight nipple play, rough sex, aftercare, teasing, Dom!Jack, overstimulation, cum eating my pathetic attempts of made Jack sound southern, high chances of grammatical errors.

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A/N: Yes, this is longer than the damn bible. I can't believe Cowboytober is over (what's the purpose of life now?) and I'm deeply grateful to everyone who read it, y'all have a place in my heart. I'll keep posting Agent Whiskey fics, so everyone is more than welcome to stay here and appreciate the cowboy with me. Feedbacks, DMs or requests are always highly appreciated. Thank y'all so much for the support❤️️.

That was supposed to be a calm Friday afternoon, but of course, life does not always follow as one wants. The old gentleman who was a neighbor to the ranch appeared with his son at the door, asking Jack for help; his cows had broken the fence and were near to the ranch. Promptly, Jack confirmed that would help them and, after Horace, Jack’s beloved black Clydesdale, was saddled and the two dogs Gus, a ten-month-old Bernese Mountain, and Lola, a two-year-old Australian cattle were already excitedly following Jack, they proceeded to catch the cows.

You sat on the porch while watching Jack and both neighbors herding the cattle back to their property. Safe to say that you always had enjoyed watching those kinds of activities, but when your handsome husband was the one doing the job, it was a hundred times more enjoyable to see, especially when he was wearing that all-denim outfit he frequently wore to work around the ranch.

Faster than you expected, almost all the cows were back home, but two of them refused to follow the leading of the dogs or the horses. Noticing that would be a waste of time to try to herd them, Jack went back home to grab his lasso.

Once in front of the house, Jack easily got off Horace and walked inside the ranch. No more than two minutes later he was back with his lasso in one hand while straightening his hat. When he was about to get back on his horse, you approached him with a playful expression.

“Jack” you called and he promptly turned to look at you with a soft smile.

“Yes, honey?” he questioned laying one hand on your waist.

“I was just wondering how much I would have to beg for you to tie me with this lasso.” Immediately Jack’s grip on your waist tightened and you could see the devilish smirk forming on his lips. He leaned slightly towards your face, looking at your mouth for a moment, then back at your eyes.

“Just wait ‘till we’re done with the cattle, and I’ll show why you shouldn’t tease a cowboy while he’s working, sugar.” He winked at you and got mounted on Horace again, leading to what he had to do, and praying for the god he didn’t believe to the effect of your words on him wasn’t visible on the fly of his jeans.

Your attention remained fixed on Jack, admiring how easily he manipulated his lasso even while riding a horse. With the agility of one who had done that throughout his whole life, Jack lassoed the two remaining cows, helping the neighbors to take them back. After a lot of acknowledgments and a very brief conversation, the other men led back home, while Jack unsaddled Horace and released him to the field, then walked towards the house, more precisely towards you, with his rolled-up lasso hanging on his arm.

“That was very unpolite of you, little lady.” He said at the moment he stood in front of you, caressing your cheek and grabbing your hand, walking inside home with you.

“I was just curious.” You answered with a smile, frowning when, while passing through the living room, Jack grabbed your one-liter bottle of water “What is that for?”

“Oh, trust me, once I got done with you, you’ll need that, honeybee.” You could only bite your lip while following him without questioning. Once in the bedroom, Jack sat on the edge of the bed with you mounted on his lap, calmly getting you rid of your clothes, and placing his hands on your waist once he was done. “First things first, are we keeping our usual safe codes for this one?” after you nodded your agreement, Jack smirked, promptly entering the mood for the adventure about to come.

With no rush at all, Jack placed you on your back on the bed, lassoing your wrists together and tying your hands above your head on the headboard, making sure that the knot was tight but not enough to hurt you. The only thing you could do was observe his every move with full attention, already feeling pathetically turned on, still not fully believing that you were finally being tied up by your handsome cowboy.

From all the things you imagined Jack would do after got you restrained, the last one you expected was what he really did. You watched with a slight frown as he picked up his lighter and a cigarette, resting one hand on his hips once the cigarette was lighted, observing you with a calm expression.

“Now, what I’m going to do with you, sugar?” His voice came out neutral as he walked around the bed, taking a slow drag of his cigarette.

“I have a ton of suggestions.” You answered with your gaze fixed on him.

“I know you do.” He chuckled and shook his head, stopping on the bed foot “But I’m afraid we have different plans here.” Jack walked around the bed and sat next to you, planting his free hand on your thigh “Look, darlin’, you haven’t been precisely well-behaved earlier, and I shouldn’t be too generous with you.” As he spoke, his hand moved up your body, rubbing your lower stomach softly and moving further, until his fingertips were caressing your breast “Problem is that having you so worked up just for being tied, I can’t help myself.” Jack chuckled as he heard the first quiet moan coming from you as he slowly rubbed and pinched your nipple.

“Jack…” you mumbled looking at him with a pleading expression, involuntarily pulling your hands, sighing when the rope just pressed your wrists.

“Easy, sweetheart.” He smirked while moving his hand to your other breast “We’re in no rush here.”

“I can disagree on infinite levels about the rush.” You said while squirming on the bed as his fingers worked on your hard nipple.

“Y’really don’t know how to wait do ya?” Jack shook his head with a smirk, taking another drag of his cigarette before letting it sit on the ashtray on the nightstand.

Calmly, Jack grabbed your hips and turned you to lay on your stomach, spreading your legs and kneeling between them. Both of his hands rested on the mattress close to the sides of your body, and he leaned his body forward, kissing the back of your neck slowly, exhaling slowly just for you to feel his breath against your skin. 

You closed your eyes, squirming once more, feeling shivers all over your body caused by both his warm kisses and the feeling of the cold metal of the buttons of his denim jacket tickling your back. Involuntarily you moved your hips, moaning quietly when you accidentally touched his fly with your needy core, and without a second thought, you did it again, moaning louder this time with the feeling of the harsh fabric of his jeans rubbing against your cunt.

“Not that easy, love.” Jack laughed and grabbed your hips, preventing you from moving again.

“Daniels!” you complained and sighed, looking at him over your shoulder.

“You’re complaining without even knowing what’re my next plans.” He said while turning you on the bed again.

For your total desperation for more, Jack placed his lips on your neck, kissing your skin with no hurry while his hands caressed your sides. You could only contort and pull your hands as he moved further, taking his time while licking and lightly nibbling your nipples, only making you more miserably needy and almost regretting having put so much power and control on his teasing hands.

Once he got down only to kiss your stomach cruelly slowly, you were moving and whimpering in a mix of satisfaction and impatience, keeping constantly pulling your tied wrists, until, somehow, one of your hands got free from the lasso. Jack looked up with a raised eyebrow and shook his head with a smug smirk.

“I knew you were thirsty, but not at that point, sweetheart.” He said while getting out of the bed and approaching the headboard, calmly grabbing your hand and putting it back together with your other hand, tying it once more. “You better not get loose again.” You didn’t know what were his plans behind that phrase, but now you wanted to untie yourself again just to see where it would lead.

Back on the bed, Jack resumed his task of ruining your patience and rational thoughts, kissing your skin more slowly than ever, planting a few soft hickeys and nibbles on the sides of your hips before settling between your legs, kissing from your inner knees to that sensitive spot on your inner thighs, a few inches away from your pussy, enjoying the desperate moves of your hips, trying to get some relief.

Keeping his tranquility, Jack moved one hand between your legs, softly moving his fingertips over your outer lips, taking a satisfied sight out of you and another failed try of freeing your hands. While holding one of your legs to keep them spread open, he moved his fingers through your inner lips, provoking a louder sonorous response from you as he approached your most sensitive parts.

With a small crumb of generosity, Jack finally got further, circling your soaked entrance, you whimpered with the warm feeling of his rough digits caressing you, arching your back slightly and trying to move your hips further. Without you having the time to foresee it, Jack slid two fingers inside you, smirking as he felt you pulsing around him, and calmly started to move his hand, slightly curling his fingers just to mess with you a bit. And it worked damn well. Thanks to your desperately needy state, his slow fingering was more than enough for you to moan, and felt your pussy clenching involuntarily, not to mention that the man knew very well what he was doing.

As he started to notice you getting more relaxed on the bed, Jack took the next step, licking your clit with no pre-warning, making your back arch as you once more pulled your hands, at that point without care with the high possibility of your wrists end up with the mark of his lasso. You raised your head from the pillow just to take a look at that view, as if just using that all-denim outfit wasn’t enough to make him look immeasurably hot, Jack saw no problem in sinking his face between your legs while wearing that, doing unspeakable things for your libido.

You didn’t bother to try to keep calm or hold back, just moaning loudly and squeezing his head between your thighs, as you tightened his fingers inside you and felt your clit throbbing a lot against his tongue. With the passing time being married to him, you had learned how to deal with Jack’s advanced skills on cunnilingus, managing to not be about to come in least than five minutes, but when he decided to join his abilities with unfair teasing, your resistance was turned into a joke, precisely as it was happening on that moment. You just savored every sensation you were able to notice, feeling your heart beating fast, a few drops of sweat on your back and temples, and your womb reacting more to all of that at each passing minute. You whined and choked on your breath while your whole body tensed up and then melted on the bed as you got taken by an intense orgasm, having some little spasms during the process. With a satisfied smile, Jack got to sit on the bed, admiring you all boneless as he pulled his fingers off you, savoring your taste on his fingers.

Once your senses were in their place again, you opened your eyes to take a look at what was going on when you noticed Jack moving out of the bed and, for your positive surprise, you found him kicking his boots to the side while taking off his jacket. Realizing he had your attention, Jack didn’t rush on what he was doing, keeping his glance on you as he started to open the buttons of his shirt with all the tranquility one could have, and it certainly awakened something in you; the joint of his hands working and the result of this work being his skin getting uncovered was making you thirst for him once again, even that your legs still were heavy from your recent orgasm. When Jack got done with his shirt and started to work on his belt buckle, you had abandoned your dignity and were contorting on the bed and unceasingly trying to move your tied hands while staring at his every move, as if you had never seen him naked before. 

After what seemed an eternity for your thirsty self, your handsome man was finally totally undressed and took the first step to approach the bed, making you move suddenly and bit your bottom lip as you realized you had, somehow, untied your hands again.

“Now this is gettin’ way outta hand, sugar.” Jack shook his head, chuckling softly, at all he wasn’t expecting you to achieve such a feat twice on the same day.

Jack stood next to the bed, resting on of his knees on the mattress as he finished undoing the knot on his lasso, and the most you were attracted to him doing anything with a lasso, you couldn’t focus on anything more while having that astonishing erection just a few inches away from your face, so without a second thought, you leaned forward and sucked the tip of his cock, catching him hundred percent unprepared for that, resulting in a surprised groan coming from him and one of his hands grabbing the headboard tight as he looked down at you.

“Tsk, tsk, someone is gettin’ way too naughty for ma taste.” Regardless of his remark, he didn’t stop you, brushing a few strands of your hair back to take a better look at your face, letting out a heavy breath as you moved slightly further. “I wasn’t plannin’ that, but now you made me tempted.” Slowly he moved his hips back, until his cock was out of your mouth, proceeding to cup your face and rub your bottom lip with his thumb “It’s okay for you if got into your pretty mouth?” he had barely finished the question and you were already nodding “Words, my love.”

“Yes.” You answered solicitously “Please.”

“Very well.” 

With a noticeable smirk on his lips, Jack moved to the bed, straddling your upper body, being careful not to let his body weight on you, while untangling your hands from the lasso so you could sign if you wanted him to stop at any moment. Softly, he grabbed your chin between his thumb and index finger, running his tongue over his lips as you opened your mouth and let your tongue stick out. Jack placed his cock on top of your tongue and slowly moved into your mouth, moaning quietly once your lips were wrapped around him, sinking one of his hands into your hair and caressing your scalp as he started to move his hips, thrusting in your mouth on a steady calm pace. You couldn’t help your moan, feeling your cunt throbbing at his every move, such as your mouth getting watered, making his cock more drooled every time Jack slid himself back inside. 

Fair to say that both of you were aroused on almost unbearable levels, because, if Jack was loving the vision of your taking his cock in such goodwill and seeming so pleased for doing it, your libido was once again unfairly attacked with the incredible sight of him looking so dominant straddling you and looking into your eyes while fucking your mouth, and the safety of knowing that even on a position that gave him unrestrainedly power over you, Jack would never try or trespass your boundaries just provided you with tranquility and relaxation to enjoy the moment without having to worry about anything else, but the feeling of his twitching cock making your mouth filled.

The most he was loving every second of that, Jack wasn’t planning to come at that moment, and it would unquestionably happen if he remained any longer enjoying the fabulous feeling of your warm mouth accommodating his cock so well, so he needed to move his hips back, pulling out of your mouth the slowest possible, grinning when you leaned your head to give a last suck on the tip of his length before let him go. Jack dismounted of you and turned his attention on tying your hands again, this time being less gentle and restraining your hands firmly than before with a slip knot, making sure to tie the ends of the rope together so the only way you would get rid was if he released you or if the headboard was brooked.

“Honestly, sugar, an untamed horse is easier to tie than you.” Jack mocked while moving back to the bed, making you laugh while he was settling next to you.

“Maybe it’s just your knots that are not that good.” You couldn’t help but tease him.

“If you manage to untie yourself this time, I may agree with this affirmation.” He said calmly and leaned to kiss you as one of his hands moved down your body. He smirked against your lips once his fingers were between your legs and only then he realized your soaked state. “Seems that someone enjoyed having her mouth full.” Before you could retort, Jack already had turned you on the bed, letting you lay on your stomach and putting a pillow under your hips, pushing your legs apart and placing himself between them. “Let’s see watcha feeling when your pretty pussy is the one fulfilled.”

Once more you didn’t have the chance of came up with one of your usual sharped teasing answers, because the only thing your mind could process was the feeling of Jack doing exactly as he said, burring every inch of his cock inside you, making you squirm and pull your hands, feeling the tight rope rub on the skin of your wrists. Without ceremony, Jack braced himself in one elbow, leaning forward so his chest was pressed against your back, while he caressed your hips with his free hand, then, planting a soft kiss on your shoulder, he started to slam his hips against you, making you whine and sank your face on the pillow, moving your hands and hips involuntarily as if it would help you deal with the almost overwhelming feeling of him so comfortingly lying on top of your as he railed you relentlessly.

You tried to focus on the warmth of his mouth as he kissed, nibbled, and sucked from your jaw to your shoulder and back, but nothing was helping you to keep your cool. His restless thrusts, your desperate wish to squeeze or scratch something that you were unable to fulfill, and the rubbing of your clit against the pillow under your hips caused by your involuntary moves and Jack’s intense pace were surely working well together to end up with any self-control you could have.

So, if you can’t defeat your enemy, then you join with them.

You stopped trying to rationalize anything at that moment and let yourself go, enjoying how your body got more taken by the pure intense pleasure you were feeling and paying attention to all the things you could: the good feeling of your husband’s body all over you, the way his mustache and breath tickled the skin of your neck, your sensitive hard nipples rubbing against the bedsheet, your throbbing clit rubbing a lot against the pillow, your cunt clenching hardly around his cock. Everything felt so intense and so good, in a way you didn’t remember to have ever felt, so, when that tension on your lower stomach became more pronounceable, you just focused on feeling it blossoming into another breathtaking orgasm, making your legs tremble as you were almost screaming.

While you still were highly boozed on your post-climax, Jack moved away from you for a moment, just to turn you on the bed and let you lay on your back. On a gentle pace, he moved inside you again, cupping your cheek and kissing you passionately, resulting in your lazy body starting to react more intensively.

“Gimme another one, sugar.” Jack mumbled without moving his mouth off yours, still kissing you and mercilessly moving his free hand to touch your clit. You arched your back, moving your hips against him, aware that it wouldn’t take too much for you to come again.

Contorting and moving your arms the most you could while being tied, you felt that tension starting to grow once more in your womb as you whimpered and squeezed Jack’s cock inside you more and more. Being a total mess of irregular breath and incomprehensible whispers, you hit another orgasm, this time getting boneless with it. Taken aback by the beautiful scene of his wife so out of her mind due to pleasure, Jack allowed himself to go, keeping his lips glued on yours and his hands all over your body, filling you with his warm seed.

You got slightly confused when Jack moved away, only understanding what was his goal when you felt his tongue sinking on your entrance, savoring every single drop of your mixed tastes. The most you loved everything he was capable of with his mouth, you couldn’t take anything else at that moment, so, at the very moment you felt his attention moving to your hipper-sensitive clit, you had to prevent him from going further.

“Red.” Faster than the blink of an eye, Jack moved to your side after hearing the safeword.

“You’re okay, my love?” he questioned while caressing your face.

“Yes, I just can't take it anymore.” Jack nodded and pressed a gentle kiss on your lips, already in the aftercare mood.

Carefully he unrestrained your wrists and only then did you realize how heavy and tired your arms were feeling, aware that you’d be sore next morning. Knowing that you were too drained to get out of bed, Jack walked to the bathroom, coming back probably less than a minute later, sitting on the bed, gently moving your legs apart, and taking a relieved sigh from you as you felt the fresh wet towel calming your highly sensitive core. When you were cleaned, once more surprising you with how attentive he could be, Jack softly massaged your already slightly sored arms with something that you recognized by the scent a few seconds later as muscle pain ointment. With that done too, he helped you sit on the bed, grabbing your water bottle from the nightstand and patiently holding it while you drank. At the moment you were satisfied, Jack moved back to lay by your side, tenderly pulling you close and smiling when you got nestled, laying your head on his chest.

“After all that, I’ll be used as your pillow too?” he joked in a soft tone, caressing your hair.

“Thanks to you I’m exhausted, so yes.” You answered with your eyes closed.

“Fair enough.” He smiled and pressed a loving kiss on your forehead.

Cowboytober Masterlist

A/N: Now I'll go cry 'cause I'm already missing Cowboytober.

[divine-knight-hand]

I don’t like to use the f-word, but let’s be real, we all have our preferences. Here’s a list of all my favorite fics! The ones I cherish closest to me. The ones I never fail to come back to. Each fic on this list scratched a certain itch in my brain, and I didn't want to risk losing them.

This is honestly for my own reference, but I figured I’d share the wealth. You’re welcome in advance~

*These are also listed in no particular order!!!*

Key: ☁️ - Fluff ❤️ - Smut (18+ only!!!) 🌐 - Only on AO3

❤️ Desire’s Last Defense by @give-me-a-moose

Relationship: Loki x Female Reader Words: 4,063 Summary: When Loki gifted you a new flower to research, neither of you knew what to expect.

❤️🌐 In Flames by HollynRed

Relationship: Loki x Female Reader Words: 3,273 Summary: Loki goes into heat when you are unprepared. Tags: Mating Cycles/In Heat, Loki (Marvel) Feels, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Needy Loki, Pre-Thor (2011), Asgardian Reader (Marvel), Sweet Loki (Marvel), Soulmates, You've been together for centuries and this happens sometimes, Fluff and Smut, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, One Shot, Asgardian Magic (Marvel), Sex, Romance

❤️ Devoted by @superficialdomina

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Words: 2456 Prompts: Rooftop, rain Warnings: Smut. 18+; minors DNI. Sub!Loki x Domme!reader; established D/s relationship. P in V. One slap. Loki is a good boy.

❤️ Lesson Not Learnt by @fandxmslxt69

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Word Count: 3.9k Summary: Despite how many times Loki told you to behave yourself before this party, you couldn't help causing a little bit of trouble. (or, alternatively, friendly flirting with Matt causes Loki to flip out and fuck you to heaven and back) Warnings: Loki he's a warning. SMUT SMUT SMUT LIKE FILTHY SMUT. Swearing, a lot of sex, like a lot lot, um...oral (m and f receiving), praise a LOT of degradation (dont look at me like that) umm. Literally just. Smut okay disgusting filthy stuff

❤️ Poker Face (Part 1 of These Wicked Games) by @mochie85

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Word Count: 1.7K Summary: Will you win a game of strip poker against the god of mischief? Warnings: Explicit. No details of smut, but heavily implied.

❤️ Unnamed Laundry Fic by @x-emoloverofthings-x

Pairing: Michael Afton x Female Reader Words: 1,263 Tags: EXPLIXIT Content, 18+, Female! Reader, Creampie (this is a work if fiction, practice safe sex and use condoms yall), Michael you perv ;)

[myfavouritelunatic]

Made the Pieces Part of Me - Chapter Six

She stopped, her body almost flush against his, staring up at him from under her brow, blue eyes twinkling. “Good. Because it’s my turn to punish you.” He smiled down at her, leaning in for a kiss, but she stepped out from under him right before their lips could touch. Halbrand could hear her sinister giggle as she used her key fob to let them inside. “You’re gonna regret that.” He assured her, his tone almost cold, just a hint of his devilish charm within. He followed her inside and over to the elevator. While they waited, she grabbed his crotch, and grabbed it hard. Halbrand could barely suppress the grunt of pain and pleasure. Without even looking at him she said, “We shall see.”

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: Bar fight, say hello to Dom!Gal, Halbrand's touch starved punishment, smut smut smutty smut! Enjoy! 😏❤️

Thank you as always to @klynnvakarian for her amazing artwork! 😘

Tagging: @pursuitseternal @demonscantgothere @theriverwild @scriberated @youwearfinethingswellwriter @jurassiclexie @mamanmae @marimosalad @jhalya @bittersweetporky @klynnvakarian @princessfantaghiro @coraleethroughthelookingglass @somebirdortheother @eowyn7023 @hikarielizabethbloom @90shaladriel