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[queers-gambit]

The Last Will and Testament of James Barnes, Sr.

prompt: The Boss passes away, and at the reading of his Last Will and Testament, your lover, Bucky, is named successor - not his older (adopted) brother, John. tension breaks at the funeral.

pairing: Mafia Bucky Barnes x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Marvel

word count: 4k+

note: author wants to remind everyone that there are 1,000 different ways to host a funeral; to celebrate a life.

warnings: Mafia AU, cursing, mention of deceased family member, depictions of violence, greed, spoiled brat behavior (not by reader or Buck, you'll see), entitlement, does author ever edit? where is this fic going? author lost sight of the plot but fuck it!

"The Last Will and Testament of James Barnes, Sr.; read on May 16th, after being last revised on January 3rd, - being of assured sound body, mind, and soul - is to divide assets and bequeath inheritance," the lawyer with thinning hair announced to the room, his baritone voice sending vibrations to the glasses of water set before him.

You tightened your hand in Bucky's flesh one, sharing a small glance together as his mother commandeered all attention by sniffling loudly from the middle of the room. It was a lively sort of office; a high rise with floor-to-ceiling windows, painted a light, pale yellow that glowed in sunlight, a long mahogany conference table, plush, leather rolling chairs, and an array of flavored waters to choose from. Both sparkling and flat.

It felt wrong to be there, totally unreal.

The Last Will and Testament of James Barnes, Sr., was read from behind a pair of thick-framed glasses by a portly man in a tacky, summer khaki suit. Mr. Happy had been the Barnes' lawyer for years now, someone The Boss, James Sr., trusted without a doubt. He was the only man trusted to see this division to the end and without conflict, fearing it'd upset Mr. Barnes' soul should his family begin feuding over material items.

"First, to my beloved wife, Mary Beth, who I know will succeed me in death. I to her leave our beach house, the penthouse on Fifth, every car in mine and her name is to be transferred solely into her name, the building, apartment leases in Manhattan so she might continue being landlord and earn a monthly, sizable income. In addition," Happy glanced at Mary Beth, "I bequeath a lump sum of 25% of my savings."

Everyone seemed to think this was acceptable, nodding in agreement as Mary Beth sobbed loudly into a crumpled, saturated tissue. However, Happy paused as he scanned over the document nervously. His throat cleared, informing that John was to get his own share - yet there was no mention of the organization's leadership and the entire room filled with tension. Finally, Happy sighed through his reading of Bucky's inheritance as you took a sip of coffee; revealing he had been chosen as Mr. James Barnes, Sr.'s successor.

Coffee sprayed out of your nose to splatter on the table, making you gag and cough instantly; Bucky patting your back in support as he turned rigid with confusing tension. Mary Beth Barnes gasped dramatically, insisting that couldn't be right.

"What!?" John raged, shooting out of his leather chair so fast, it toppled over. "That's impossible! That should not be possible!"

"I assure you, Mr. Barnes, it's - "

"Bullshit!" John snapped, snatching a copy of The Last Will and Testament of James Barnes, Sr..

Happy sighed, "Your father did not leave you the business, John, he left it to Bucky, instead."

"How the fuck - !?" Nobody moved as John read for himself what the legal documents said. He grit his teeth and tossed the padded file to the lawyer, glaring at his family. "So," he seethed, "Father's decided to name Bucky over me."

"What does all this mean!?" Mary Beth asked tearfully.

He smirked, "You two couldn't get pregnant. You tried, tried, tried, but just couldn't, so, you adopted me. But just 3 months after I came home, you were giving birth to Bucky - and even better, you gave him Father's name! My whole life, you've all tried to erase me because the adoption was final and there was nowhere to dump me, but then Father started teaching me about the business. He knew I was the eldest - and succession respects birth order!"

"I didn't ask for this," Bucky snapped, his hand flat on your back as you had stopped choking finally but he didn't want to lift his hand from your inviting warmth.

"No? That why you're the one benefitting from everything?" John sneered.

"Benefitting? From our father dying? I understand you feel scorned, but Father made his decision," Bucky reminded. "And I'm sorry he made you feel as if you were guaranteed this job, but this is how it works. Someone's appointed."

"If you were decent, you'd refuse so I could step in and take my place. You know I'm the better fit!"

Happy shook his head, "That's not how this works, kid."

"Excuse me?" John seethed, turning to the lawyer.

"Bucky can't just refuse and you accept," Happy explained. "If the chosen inheritor refuses, then there's a trial to elect a new Boss. You'd have to plead your case to everyone."

John huffed and turned to Bucky, demanding, "Well?"

"I'm not refusing what Father wanted," Bucky decided, making you freeze. "And I'm not useless, John, I know how to do this job."

He scoffed, "Whatever."

"Hang on a second," you whispered, grabbing Bucky's wrist to lean into his side, barely muttering, "baby, are you sure?" He nodded at you, not quite picking up on the question you asked between the lines.

The Last Will and Testament of James Barnes, Sr., had been officially read, and after naming Bucky successor, tore apart a fragile family that was barely knit together with frayed string. He knew his decision would cause disruption, yet Senior Barnes made a decision best based on the needs of the organization - not his sons.

Now that John had stormed off, Happy read the rest of the document to ensure there were as little questions as possible; everyone aware of the temper John harnessed - thinking this was his final trigger that made him snap. After hearing the division of assets, you all parted ways with Happy, who promised he'd be in contact with Bucky soon before telling Mary Beth the money would hit her account in a day.

25% of Senior Barnes' savings to Mary Beth. 25% to John. 50% left for Bucky to operate an ever-profiting business.

The Last Will and Testament of James Barnes, Sr. had torn apart a mother and (adopted) son; two brothers; and while you didn't want to add to the stress Bucky must've felt, you couldn't hold back. When alone in the car, you lashed out at Bucky - demanding to know how he could make such an important decision without at least consulting you.

"We're together, Bucky, and this is a partnership! One person doesn't get to do everything, we make big-time, life-changing decisions together since it's not just your life you're shaking up!"

"This has nothing to do with you!" Bucky snapped back.

"It's everything to do with me!" You argued. "You're not the only one in this relationship, so you don't get to make unilateral decisions!"

"It's not your job, it's not your family - "

"Oh, for fuck's sake!" You snarled. "Few weeks ago, it was, 'oh, baby, I'm gonna marry you one day. I can't live without you,' and now it's not my family...? What? Not my business? Not my concern?"

"It's up to me to deal with."

"Why couldn't you of just asked for a minute to think?" You asked in a defeated tone. "You could've used a minute or two to talk to me about it before jumping the gun."

"What would you've said?"

"That we could try it out and then if you didn't like it, let it go to trial..."

He nodded, "Not half a bad idea."

"But you didn't think to include me!"

"It's not your life!"

"Oh, go fuck yourself, it's our life. Okay? Like it or not, this is our life we're talking about. Fucking clue me in next time, you irrational fuck."

Bucky took a long breath, "All right, fine, fair enough. I should've included you. I'll do better in the future."

You huffed, crossing your arms, "I doubt it."

Due to the nature of your stress, you didn't push Bucky farther that night. He seemed distracted, and even when you got back to your penthouse apartment, he was sullen and quiet. You spent two hours in bed, alone, tossing and turning, before finally getting up to look for your lover. He was found on the balcony, dried tear tracks left on his cheeks; mutely opening his arm to welcome you onto his lap. Bucky needed you now more than ever, his tears starting again as the funeral now loomed over you all.

Two days later, The Last Will and Testament of James Barnes, Sr. was contested on May 18th by... John Walker? Who the fuck...?

"Hi, Happy," you greeted the lawyer at your hotel door, opening it to let him enter.

"Thanks, doll," he smiled. "Where's Mr. Barnes?"

"In here," you lead him to the sitting room, trying to ignore how everyone now called Bucky "Boss" or "Mr. Barnes". When you arrived, the three of you sat to listen to the lawyer speak about whatever he had called an emergency meeting about.

"Who the hell is John Walker?" You wondered softly. "Some rip-off John Wick?

"John, it's John," Happy snickered. "It's John - he's legally changed his adopted name to his birth name. From Barnes to Walker."

"When?"

"Yesterday. Today, he contested the will."

"Fuck's sake," you sighed.

"This inheritance is iron-clad," Happy assured, "but it's enough disruption to shake the men in the organization. Apparently, John's procured a plethora of followers - all ready to march behind him."

"He has fucking supporters?" Bucky mumbled in angry disbelief.

"Enough to make a small dent in our numbers..."

"Can I ask?" You interrupted. "What's John's issue? Why's he so angry?"

Happy glanced at Bucky and saw there was no answer on his lips, so, he told you, "Years ago, Mrs. Barnes struggled to carry children to-term. Eventually, they were told it wouldn't happen, so, they decided to adopt. It took about a year for them to adopt John, but Mary Beth was surprisingly pregnant - gave birth three months after they adopted John, who was about two at the time and understood he had to share the attention of his new parents. That's where the competition started..."

"So, John's mad...?"

"He's the eldest," Happy shrugged. "But Senior Barnes named his firstborn son..."

"What a slap in the face," you frowned, feeling sad for John. "To learn after his father died that... What? He didn't think John was really his son? Was really family?"

Happy nodded, "He was clear when he stated his firstborn son... They were in a feud when Senior Barnes made this revision."

"So, he was just angry - "

"More than that," Happy frowned. "Have you spoken Mr. Stark yet?"

"Tony? Not yet," Bucky answered.

"He's your father's investment banker, works with your father's accountant. John had an unhealthy habit of asking for more and more money to be bailed out. When your father tried to cut him off, he started stealing the money, leading their blow-out."

You blinked in shock.

Bucky just hummed and nodded, deep in thought. "Perhaps it's time to change the banker," he muttered.

"Tony's good," Happy assured, "but John knows how to manipulate people. Your father never wanted to see it, but when John burned through money, he got frustrated."

"Okay," you waved, "new motion. No more business talk until we lay Mr. Barnes to rest, okay? Just let us bury the man, then y'all can plot and plan and do whatever."

"Mr. Barnes - this, Mr. Barnes," he pointed at Bucky, " - has informed me you'll be present going forward...?"

"He did?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Well, of course, but I'm still asking for a pause," you eased, trying to play down how off-guard you felt. "Let's get through the funeral and we can figure out what to do moving forward."

Bucky agreed and showed Happy out; returning to you not a minute later with his hands on his hips. You cocked your head in question and he answered, "He got rid of the Barnes name..."

"He did."

"He's contesting the will."

"He is."

"He's got supporters in the organization."

"He does."

Bucky took a long breath, telling you, "I'm gonna need your help getting through this, doll."

"That's what I'm here for," you promised.

It was strange, seeing your lover assimilate into such an intense role. You were grateful he had an ON / OFF switch with you, being the kind, sweet, soft-hearted, tender man you fell in love with in private, but the cold, calculating maniac when acting in his newly appointed job. It was intriguing to watch; always content to play dutiful wife when he requested your presence.

You had gone to law school, and because of that, you knew how to take lightning fast notes, so, he liked you being present at his meetings. It was only three days since reading The Last Will and Testament of James Barnes, Sr., and in the time, Bucky truly took control. He weeded out most of those who supported John over him, "removing" them from their position in the org., trying to set a precedence for the other men who meant to follow him. He wore suits everyday now, had two different phones, and assigned personal security to you and him.

However, come the 21st, everything came to something of a grinding halt at the funeral. It was a simple set-up: the morning started with a mass, then they'd congregate for a viewing, lastly, transport the body to the grave site. You wore black, like everyone else, and kept a hand on Bucky the entire time - knowing his anxiety made him skittish and prone to his fight or flight reaction. He was quiet, stoic, busying himself by keeping a hand on your form; be it your waist, hip, hand, around your shoulders. To save him from any awkward encounters, you accepted people's grievances with kindness.

The mass was pleasant enough. Short, simple, to the point; offering the death rite prayers Mr. Barnes had designated in his final documents. After that, Bucky kept busy by helping load the casket into the hearse to transport him to the funeral home while you intercepted any conversation. Once at the funeral home, you helped bring in all the floral arrangements as Bucky comforted his mother, no sign of trouble yet.

However, right in the middle of the some 600-person strong memorial, there came a small commotion. You flinched when you saw your security guards hit the floor, John emerging from the stunned crowd with a few men flanking his sides. "Well, ain't this real heart-warmin'," he smirked, eyeing the attending patrons. "Funny seein' you here, Tony, 'cause you always hated Old Man Barnes. You, too, Clint," he pointed out different attendants, "'cause I remember you sayin' you wished you hit The Boss with your car that one Christmas party. Mhm, and you, Natasha, so good to see you here after all the stress you and your little gang caused Father."

"John," Bucky grit, but your hands kept him anchored in place.

"Mhm," John eyed you both, "always restrained by your bitch, huh?"

"What're you doing here?" You deflected. "Why make a scene?"

"Ain't no other way to get y'alls attention," he spread his arms in gusto. "I see you haven't responded to my contention."

"Why would I?" Bucky shot back, taking a more relaxed stance as his arm slung around your shoulders. "It's just the woes of a spoiled brat not getting what he assumes are his dues. Didn't you steal enough from Father when he was alive? What's this? You wanna try again to fuck him up in death by stealing the position he left me?"

John's tongue licked over his teeth, "Strong words."

"You're one to talk. Look, for what it's worth, I am sorry you were short handed, but it's not something we can change. You made a mistake, I get that, but it was Father's money you fucked with, that you stole, and you proved untrustworthy. Why the fuck do you think he'd leave the business to you? Listen, I'd love for you to come into the org officially, but not if you're contesting Father's wishes."

"I'm owed more than I was given," John snapped. "Years I endured his wrath and ruin, years I posed as his perfect and diligent son. To find out now, after his death, that I am not even viewed as family...? I didn't ask to be born, I didn't ask for my parents to die, I didn't ask for your mother to have fertility difficulties, I didn't ask to be adopted, and yet it all happened, but he still, until the end, kept me at arms length. I'm owed more than I was given since he stated in legal documents that I am not his son!"

"This is not the time or place," Bucky warned. "Don't fucking do this."

"No? When, then? Why do it later? When I can get through your security now? You know, you're a tough guy to get close to what with all the security you've hired recently," John smirked, opening his arms in bravado, "and yet, here I am."

"When we are not at our father's funeral, we will talk."

"No," John smirked, shaking his head, "we do this now. Here, and now, at your father's funeral."

You yelped when Bucky shoved you down, ducking swiftly himself to avoid John's swinging fist; launching his own attack, and the entire funeral home erupting in chaos. You gasped when hands grabbed your waist and hauled up - yelping in shock when you recognized Steve's tattoos as he shoved through the crowd.

"What the fuck!?" You demanded when set down on the side of the room.

"Boss' orders," he explained, keeping an eye out on the kerfuffle. "Shit - stay fuckin' here!" He barked, turning for the crowd and disappearing. You felt your panic brewing to a new height as you couldn't see Bucky... In fact, you couldn't see any of the regular men you were used to.

A gun fired, you ducked down.

People screamed, a stampede erupting to empty the funeral home as fast as possible as another shot sounded. You were about to follow the mass of people when Sam became visible, obviously struggling to get to you through the throngs of rushing people.

"C'mere, honey," Sam panted, grabbing hold of you and keeping you close.

"What's going on!?" You begged, a third shot echoing, making the last of the people scream in terror and run faster - pushing people out of their way.

"John's come to play," Sam grit, people bumping into him as he did his best to stand as a pillar to keep you safe. "C'mon," he heaved, leading you towards a side door, opening it to reveal Bucky's mother, Mary Beth, and a few other women - gently pushing you inside and shutting the locked door.

"Fucker," you grumbled, trying to open the locked handle. You sighed, hands on your hips, listening to the commotion outside the door and turning to glare at Mary Beth. "Did you know?"

"Know what?" She asked stiffly.

"That your husband resented John because he was adopted?"

She blinked and lowered her head in thought, releasing a deep, long sigh. "I didn't think it was this bad, I honestly thought things were getting better."

"James wrote John out of the will and now Bucky's the one paying for it," you snapped. "How did you not see this coming?"

"John's always been a good boy - "

"You mean a Mama's Boy. But surely you have to realize, a boy needs both his parents. Especially if he can feel the one parent fostering resentment."

The door rattled and you turned for it, the swinging wood revealing your boyfriend's deranged person. He surveyed the room, a heavy glare on his face, blood and bruising visible through his snarl, and when he locked onto your form, he surged forward, breathing, "Sweetheart."

His hands instantly slid over your cheeks, looking frantic as he took in your appearance - searching for any sign of injury. "I'm okay," you promised him, holding his wrists, "but you're not. Fuck's sake, Buck, you're bleeding."

He scoffed, "John wore rings."

"Pussy boy."

"C'mere," he stooped to scoop you in his arms, "gettin' you home."

"Bucky," you whined lightly.

He readjusted you so you were koala hugging his torso, huddling your head into his neck and insisting, "Don't look. Don't look, baby, don't fucking look."

But you did.

Tears filled your eyes when you identified two dead bodies on the bloody floor, and trailing behind you both, Bucky's footprints - in blood. You tightened your hold on him and whimpered.

The fire crackled and coughed ash into the air, a comfortable warmth emitting into the otherwise chilly room. Ice cubes sloshed in crystal, the smell of book leather and stale cologne perfumed the air, and four minds all raced with different thoughts.

Bucky, still bruised and sporting cuts on his face, clenched his jaw as he weighed options in his head. Across from him, on a matching leather loveseat, Sam sat beside Steve, handing the blonde a refilled glass of his desired alcohol. You were pressed to your lover's side, everyone replaying the events of this evening.

Sam and Steve filled you in on what went down, Bucky not making a single sound as his men spoke. The details made you feel lightheaded but you wanted to know, and now, more than before, you understood your new reality. Sam told you the names of the two men killed, names you didn't recognize, before wrapping the story up by explaining there were getaway cars waiting outside for John and his men. You spared a glance at Bucky, then asked the two men across from you, "So, what now?"

Silence.

"Now..." Bucky grit his teeth, speaking lowly and evenly, "I do the job I was given. No successful leader ever wanted their position of influence and power, being a reason I know John's the wrong fit for this job. If I step down, he'll slither in..." He nodded, "Time to be the boss, finally."

Your heart cemented and throat constricted, only able to listen to Sam and Steve agree with Buck, then instantly start planning their next move - not wanting to wait til morning.

The Last Will and Testament of James Barnes, Sr., was meant to be something clean, peaceful, and fair, and yet, it was anything but. A family without their patriarch, two confused sons sans a father, millions of dollars worth of inheritance left to be fought over, a wife off the deep end and a mother unavailable to the world; a feud brewing and sides being chose.

It wasn't supposed to come to this, James Barnes, Sr., wasn't a vindictive man. He didn't anticipate this kind of reaction, he just wanted to do something "right" without contest. He was incredibly wrong, though he'd never know it; leaving a mess in his wake that Bucky was responsible to clean.

You listened to the men devise the beginnings of a plan before whispering to Bucky you were going to sleep. After bidding Sam and Steve a goodnight, you left Senior Barnes' home study - you and Bucky moving in basically after The Last Will and Testament of James Barnes, Sr.. It was a gorgeous home, lost in time; inviting guests into her many halls; to discover all her secrets.

You found the bedroom you and Bucky had claimed, trying not to overwhelm yourself with reality. Truth was, you loved Bucky more than life but you started dating years ago - when he was a different man. When his father's wishes were different. Where different circumstances seemed plausible to your future together. However, this wasn't what you signed up for; and never did you (or Bucky) anticipate for him to be named heir.

You went to bed that night frazzled, rattled, alone, cold, and with severe heart palpitations; wishing to God your man would back down, but knew it was foolish to waste hope on the inevitable.

So, you fell asleep wondering if life with this "new" Bucky was worth living... Did you truly want to be with a man with such a dangerous job? A job that caused a crowd-fight at a funeral before creating need for more funerals? A job that would steal his time, money, effort, attention... A job that would affect you both in ways you couldn't begin to fathom?

Was loving Bucky worth this kind of conflict?

Of course, he was!

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Let Me

Summary: You took care of one exhausted Larissa Weems.

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Larissa heavily slumped on the vanity chair after slipping in her night gown, her plaid dress and trench coat haphazardly strewn across the floor.

To say that she's utterly exhausted doesn't seem to give enough justice to how she's feeling. Her body is begging and screaming for sleep, for her to lie down and let her muscles finally relax, but she's yet to take care of her hair and make-up, leaving her frozen in place.

Her eyelids are heavy, and she's fighting a losing battle. Even the thought of freeing herself of the pins and cosmetics feels arduous in her state, much so actually doing it because lifting her limbs proves to be quite the impossible task.

Drowsy and weary, Larissa entertained the thought of sleeping without removing it all. Just this once, she reasons to herself. Or maybe she'll use her ability— rid herself of the make-up by shapeshifting. Something she had done only a handful of times, when the situation calls for it, much like this one.

The woman couldn't care less about her surroundings, going in and out of consciousness at this point so she hasn't really noticed that five minutes ago, you entered the room, wheeled her suitcase in the corner, and placed her discarded clothes in the laundry basket. You've watched her for a while, and Larissa hasn't moved even one bit in the chair.

You walk the five steps needed to get to her, gently tapping her shoulder repeatedly while you whisper to her softly, "Rissa, what are you still doing here? Go to bed, baby"

Larissa only managed to open her eyes a little, scanning her environment for a bit to get her bearings. Her voice came out hoarse in response, "Need to get make-up off"

That was her best attempt, and you can see her struggling to stay awake. You mumbled an okay in return, placing a kiss on her forehead before guiding her head to your chest, your lover pliant in your hands. You slowly locate the hairpins holding her hair in place, carefully taking them off and putting them on top of the vanity.

This was the first time in the duration of your relationship that Larissa could not complete nor start her night routine. The woman doesn't really tire easily, so you can only imagine how taxing the conference was.

When you're certain that you've got all the pins out, you did your best to brush her hair tenderly. You focus on her jewelry next, unclasping each piece and placing them on the table. Once that's done too, you massaged her scalp as a means to rouse her gently one more time. "Let's get you to bed, baby"

She let out a low moan of protest, still out of it while very much still remembering why she's seated and not in bed.

"I know, love. I'll take care of it, hm? Just lay in bed please."

Larissa didn't need any more convincing after that, letting you lead her towards the bed. You helped her lay down, lifting her legs and gently placing them on top of the mattress, squeezing once before letting go. You then maneuver her head in the pillows, making sure her face doesn't touch the cushion yet, tucking her hair neatly behind her ear.

Knowing that Larissa could move out of position anytime, you gathered the products you needed swiftly, setting them down in the nightstand before you took your seat beside her.

You wet a cotton pad with her make-up remover and started wiping her forehead, most of her foundation sticking to the pad. Delicately, your hand moves around her face, doing your best not to irritate her skin, particularly around her eye area.

The woman places great importance on her appearance, which includes keeping herself clean. You have no idea how she was planning to do just that when you saw her sitting in her vanity, because even in the ride home, she barely has any energy left.

Maybe she was planning to use her ability. Something she doesn't make a habit of when it comes to cleaning herself. You can remember how Larissa told you that despite feeling no trace of dirt or grime, it still bothered her to a point, leaving her unsatisfied and still itching to wash. Kind of a mind thing that she can't shake off.

After a bit of inspection, you went in with some wipes to remove any makeup residue that lingered before moving on with her cleanser. Gently, you go, admiring the few freckles that littered her cheeks and nose and the texture of her face, your eyes tracing her now bare eyebrows and naturally pink lips. Ever the pretty woman, you thought, even when she's exhausted.

Your fingers move lightly across her face as you finish with her toner and eye cream, caressing her cheeks in your palm. "Almost done, baby." You softly muttered in the air, letting Larissa know because she turned her head to the side once, probably to get more comfortable, and let out a short displeased sound when you prevented her from doing so.

Larissa is asleep, chest rising and falling in an even interval, but somehow, a teeny tiny part of her in the haze could still faintly pick up when you talk to her, and she briefly hummed to acknowledge what you said.

You proceeded with her chapstick, pulling her chin down slightly so her lips would open a bit, applying just the right amount as her breathe fans out on your hand. The strain in your neck and shoulders from your slouched position is starting to become unbearable, so you decide to quickly wrap it up with her moisturizer.

The feeling of your lips on her hairline pulled her from her sleep to a small degree, just enough to recognize the action and recall what's happening.

"All done?" She murmured weakly, her voice coming out husky.

"All done." You confirmed, and with great effort, the smallest appreciative closed-lip smile she could muster formed in her pink lips, and her sleep-ridden blue eyes, only a fraction open, looked at you lovingly.

"Thank you"

As you caress her jaw affectionately after fixing her blanket on top of her just the way she prefers— with one of her legs sticking out of the sheets— Larissa's last thought before getting truly knocked out was to thank you properly for being the best girlfriend and for taking care of her once morning comes.

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Something in the Orange

Pairing: Joel Miller x art teacher!reader

Author's note: this might become a mini series idk idk

Summary: A parent-teacher conference leads to trouble [4.0k]

Warnings: no outbreak! au, teacher things, Ellie being a little loner, Joel the Menace making a return, Joel gets both his daughters in this one because it's what he deserves, flirty flirt, i think that's it???

You feel like you've been running a million miles a minute since you got in this morning. The second you could unlock the door, at least three students spilled into your room and chaotically ran to the kiln to collect their most recent pottery projects. One of them ended up shattering (the exact one you warned Colin about, but he didn't listen), and, as per high school custom, they were all screaming about it. You consoled the students just in time for your principal to walk by and ask about lesson plans which made you scramble through your backpack for your notebook even though you knew damn well there wasn't a single lesson plan in there. "Do you always have those lights on?" Principal Martinez asked, gesturing to the room's fairy lights and orange lamps. Leave it to administration to want to avoid art classrooms so much that they don't even know about the Big Light Philosophy. 

Since then, it's been class after class. You only have one more period before your planning period and then, finally, the end of the day. There are a hundred things to do, but you can't focus on any of them. You got so caught up in managing your classroom and helping students with the hardest parts of their portfolio work that you almost forgot you had a parent meeting scheduled during your planning period. 

Calling in parents for meetings about their children may be your least favorite part of your job. It makes you feel like a bad teacher, and parents usually don't feel great about getting called in on a workday to talk about their kid. Luckily, Ellie's dad, Joel, seemed more than happy to take time to talk about her. You rack your mind for his occupation as you add some detail to a canvas you've been hiding in your office and working on when you can. Was he a blue-collar worker? Or was he another stuck-up Austin transplant parent who's gonna accuse you of lying? He'd make the fifth parent who's made you cry this semester.

A knock on your locked door pulls you from your thoughts, and you quickly put away your painting before answering the door. "I told you she was in here!" One of your students, Dina, announces as she and a posse of three other kids you don't recognize push their way into the room. "Miss, you've gotta take that thing off your door; otherwise, people are gonna think you went home!"

"You mean the sign that says, 'planning period. Do not enter?'" You ask, and she snaps her fingers.

"That's the one." She says as she and her friends start putting their backpacks down at one of your high tables. You sigh and kick the door stopper into the threshold.

"You guys can't stay here. I have a meeting in five minutes."

"With who?"

"None of your business." 

"Miss!" Dina acts wounded, and you cross your arms over your chest, your keys jingling around your neck in the process.

"I am an adult with a college degree and the debt to show for it. You are a teenager with a still-developing brain. You have to listen to me," you say. "Wait, whose class are you supposed to be in right now?"

"Mr. Flynn's."

"Guys!" You groan before walking over to your desk and quickly writing up a hall pass for them. "I know you don't like math-"

"No, we don't like Mr. Flynn." Dina cuts you off.

"Or math!" One of her friends adds, and you shoot them a (loving) disapproving look. 

"Whatever you don't like, you can't keep hiding out here. Mr. Flynn is two seconds away from trying to get me fired for how often I let his kids in here during class, and I actually like this job, so," you rip the hall pass off the pad and hand it to Dina. As they pack their stuff up, a tall, bearded man steps into your classroom and makes eye contact with you. "Out, out, out! I love you. You're gonna change the world one day, but please get out." You blow them kisses as you usher them out of the room. 

"Are you Ellie's art teacher?" He asks, a confused look on his face, and you nod.

"Yes, I am. Sorry about that. They're still figuring out that I have work to get done even when I don't have a class," you explain, a little breathless from running all over the place and getting caught off-guard. You really do try to act a little more professional with parents, but the kids threw you off. The kettle whistling behind your desk doesn't make it any better. "Is there anything I can get you? Coffee? Tea?" You pick up a random mug off your desk but find it full of murky water. "Paint water?"

"Are you allowed to have an electric kettle in here?" He asks, and you laugh nervously as you find a clean mug and your tea box. 

"I won't tell if you won't." You say. He stands there awkwardly as you pour yourself some tea, and you realize you didn't pull a chair up for him. "Um, we can sit..." you glance around your messy classroom until you find a clear table and gesture toward it. "Here." He follows your lead, and you take a deep breath as you sit down.

"You gonna be okay?" He asks, the hint of a smirk on his lips. His curly hair looks golden brown in the low light, and his round eyes have a little knowing twinkle. You take another breath to compose yourself and nod. 

"Yes. Sorry. It's been a long day." 

"Don't worry bout it. I'm sure they run you ragged."

"Is it that obvious?"

"Well, you do have paint in your hair." He says, and panic seizes in your chest. You're never more aware of how crazy your job can be until you meet Real Adults. Even if you can't remember what he does for a living, you still have to admit that you look a little silly next to each other: you, with your paint-stained sunflower dress and markered hands, and him, with his black shirt and jeans. He doesn't have any apparent stains or splatters on his clothes, but he's broad with thick biceps. He must work with his hands or something within that capacity. You clear your throat and try to get back on track with the meeting.

"Uh, so Mr. Miller, the reason I called you here today was to talk to you about Ellie," you start. "First, I just wanna say that she is an amazing student. She always does her work and engages thoughtfully with the material. I really do enjoy having her in class." 

"Well, that's certainly good to hear. She talks a whole lot bout this class and you, so... it's nice to place a face to the name," he says, adjusting his position on the stool. "But I have a feelin' you didn't call me down here just to tell me how great my kid is." 

"She is great. She's extremely talented, smart, and funny, but she spends more time in my classroom during lunch than anything else. I'm worried about her making friends and finding a community here at school. I've tried convincing her to join the art club, but she's hesitant. During class, she just sits with her headphones in and draws. She really doesn't like talking to anybody but me." You wait for blame to be assigned to you or get lectured, but it never comes. He just sighs, and he deflates a little in his chair.

"She's been through a lot this year. Well, her whole life, really, but 'specially recently," he says dejectedly. "What can I do for her?"

"There's an art show this Friday night here at the school. It'll all be student work from across the district. I thought if maybe you or... whatever adults she has at home came with her to this, she might feel more comfortable talking to her peers or even want to submit some of her own stuff."

"We can do that. I'll get off work early and ask her uncle if he wants to come," he's quick with his solution, and you're a little shocked. You rarely get parents, let alone fathers, who act this swiftly when something is going on with their kids. "Is there anythin' else goin' on that I should know bout?" 

"Uh, no. Like I said, she's a great kid. You should be really proud." You say, and the concerned wrinkle between his eyebrows disappears with a proud smile. 

"Thank you," he mumbles, suddenly shy. "And thanks for carin' so much bout her. It's nice to know she's got someone lookin' out for her here." You don't know what to say, so you just nod and stare at him. You know, like an idiot. It takes a chuckle from him to snap you out of your thoughts, and blood rushes to your cheeks.

"Yes, of course. She's a good kid." You say. 

"You said that already." 

"I bet you'd be a little scatterbrained if you were at the mercy of two hundred teenagers all day."

"You're absolutely right. I would be," he says, smirking devastatingly. "Someone ought to get you a coffee or somethin' if you're dealing with all that." 

"People like you should go argue with the school board. I'm sure you'd be popular with all the teachers." 

"That'd be a first. I think I might've been the least favorite parent for all of my girls' teachers." 

"Well, I find that hard to believe." 

"Yeah?" He asks, leaning forward just a little, and you nod, smiling. Your brain struggles to come up with something to say, and you're a little embarrassed at your silence, but luckily, your projector saves the day by buzzing loudly and making the picture on the board cut in and out. You mumble a quick apology before getting up and climbing up on a desk to jiggle a piece back into place. You hear Joel curse behind you, and when you turn to see what the problem is, you see him holding his arms out behind you. "Do you stand on desks often?" 

"Only every day. I haven't fallen yet this year." You laugh at his exasperated expression and turn back to the projector. It's still making a weird noise, so you move it around a little more, moving the desk under your feet, and Joel stabilizes it with a sigh. 

"How long has it been doin' that?" 

"Couple months. I keep putting in maintenance requests, but nobody ever comes to fix it."

"I can fix it for ya," he says simply, and you look down at him. "I've got tools in my truck. It wouldn't take long at all."

"Really?" You ask, and he nods. 

"It'd make me feel better knowin' you're not almost breakin' your neck every day."

"You mean, standing on a decades-old desk to mess with an ancient piece of equipment isn't OSHA compliant?"

"Please," he says, grabbing your ankle when the desk wobbles under you, and you laugh at his worry. "Let me fix it for you before you give me a heart attack." You think about declining and just putting in another work order, but the likelihood that anyone would actually come and fix it is slim to none. Plus, you really shouldn't be climbing on top of desks every day. You pretend to think it over for a few more seconds just to watch the worry play across his features as his grip on your ankle gets tighter.

"Only if you really mean it." 

"I really mean it," he says, offering you his other hand. "Now, would you please get down?"

"Fine." You say and take his hand. You bend to safely get yourself down, but Joel moves his other hand from your ankle to your waist and basically hoists you to the ground. Once your feet touch the floor, he doesn't let you go immediately like he's trying to figure out if you somehow got hurt when he wasn't looking. There's a part of your brain that's aware of how inappropriate this would look to any passersby, but you're also highly aware of how warm his big hand is on your hip. 

"Ya alright?" He asks softly, and you nod, taking a conscious step back from his arms.

"Yes, thank you."

"Good," he says, also taking a step back. "Let me go get my tools, and I'll get that fixed for you." 

"Perfect. I'll be here." You stand there, staring at each other awkwardly, for another moment before he turns on his heels and walks out of the classroom. The second he's out of your line of sight, you bury your head in your hands and start silently freaking out. 

What the fuck are you doing? How did a parent-teacher meeting turn into him hauling you off a desk and offering to fix your projector? Technically, nothing incriminating has happened, and it needs to stay that way. It doesn't matter if you think he's attractive or like how he worries about everything. He's Ellie's dad. Teachers have gotten fired for much less than this, and you're not willing to risk your career because of one guy. 

When he gets back with his toolbox, you're sitting at your desk and sorting through assignments like a reasonable adult. He doesn't say anything as he climbs up on the same desk you were standing on and begins messing with the mechanics of the equipment. You each work in silence for a few minutes before a screw clatters to the ground, and he grumbles something under his breath. "Do you mind..." he starts, pointing toward the lost piece. 

"Not at all." You cover your anxiety with your chipper teacher voice and search for the screw with your phone flashlight. You find it tucked between canvases, carefully pick it up, and walk over to where he's standing, waiting for him to be ready for it.

"It looks like it's just an old piece in here. I'm sure you can order a new one, and I can come back and install it if ya want," he explains, looking down at you. You probably look stupid just standing there with a tiny screw in your hand, but he doesn't laugh. "D'you mind handing me that tool to your right?" He asks, and you blindly reach for the tool you think he's talking about. "Your other right." He corrects, and you flush in embarrassment. 

"Sorry. I never was a very good woodshop student." You say, and he laughs once he has the tool in hand. 

"My girls are the same way. Just askin' ‘em to hold a flashlight while I work on their car is like pullin' teeth," he says fondly. "Speaking of which, is there a reason the lights aren't on in here?"

"The lamp light is less harsh, and it helps students focus. Plus, nobody likes coming into a bright classroom first thing in the morning." You explain, and he hums.

"If I'd had a teacher like you growing up, I would've been at school much more than I was."

"You didn't like school?"

"Hated it," he says, opening his hand for the screw. Once you drop the tiny thing into his large palm, he straightens up, and you can barely hear it going back into its rightful place. "'S a miracle I graduated." 

"That was me in college." 

"Now, I don't believe that for a second." 

"Really?" You laugh, and he nods.

"Someone like you, with your pretty dresses and all that empathy, was meant to be a teacher." 

"I wasn't always like this," you evade the compliment despite the butterflies in your stomach. "Being a teacher was never on my radar until I graduated. A lot of my life was never on my radar until then." He puts the hood of the projector back on and climbs down from the desk until he's standing in front of you again, wiping his hands on a red handkerchief from his toolbox. 

"Well, with the way you carry yourself, I never woulda guessed." He says. He opens his mouth to say something more, but the sharp tone of the bell ringing cuts him off. You jump at the sound and look at the clock as if it were wrong. 

"I'm so sorry. Time must've gotten away from me. Thank you so much again, Mr. Miller, for coming in to talk with me and looking at the projector. I hope to see you and Ellie on Friday." You say quickly as the sound of rowdy kids fills the hallway, and you hold your hand out to him. He takes it and squeezes it firmly.

"You can call me Joel. Mr. Miller makes me feel old." He says, and you smile. He doesn't look old, unlike the other dads you've encountered. Sure, he's got some gray at his temples and in his beard, but it suits him. 

"Joel, it is then." You resolve. His hand lingers in yours for a little too long before finally pulling away. "Well, Joel, unless you want to elbow through teenagers, I'd suggest you hide out here for a few more minutes." He does happily, even helping you carry supplies to your car once the hallways have cleared out enough. He's a proper gentleman, slinging your backpack over his shoulder and opening doors for you. You part only once everything is in your trunk, and he bids you goodnight with a charming smile that fills your thoughts on your drive home.

Ellie surprises you the next day as you're setting up the classroom. Normally, she isn't in until right before the bell rings, so seeing her this early is a little bit of a shock. The ink staining her hands is not. "Hey, dude. What's going on?" You ask. "Did you get breakfast from the cafeteria today? I heard Mrs. Hodges has those French toast sticks that everyone loves. You can probably get two servings if you run." 

"No, I already ate. My dad and uncle had to leave early this morning, so we got breakfast. Speaking of which," she says as she takes off her backpack and pulls a cup of iced coffee out of her water bottle pocket. "This is for you. We didn't know what you liked, so we got a vanilla latte or something." 

"Oh, El! You didn't have to do that. Thank you, honey." You say, and she sets it on your desk for you to enjoy once you don't have paintbrushes in hand. "If this is your way of getting a good grade on your piece, I already told you that you have nothing to worry about."

"It wasn't my idea. It was my dad's." She says nonchalantly before moving to the back of the classroom to get her sketch book. You, however, are confused and secretly pleased that Joel thought of you when he didn't have to. You find a message scribbled on the side when you reach for the cup to take a sip. 

Thanks again. See you Friday. -J

You turn to hide your smile from Ellie, but she's so deep in her work that you doubt she would've noticed anyway. You put some music on, and you and Ellie work silently on your projects until the bell rings and the day starts. 

The rest of the week goes by without a hitch, meaning that nobody accidentally ingested paint, and you only had to have one Come to Jesus talk with your Art 1 class. When Friday night rolls around, you're excited to see all the students work and treat yourself by wearing a new shirt with black scribbles all over it and black dress pants. You figure you should look as art teachery as possible for an art teacher event. 

By the time you get to the school, the hallways are buzzing with students dragging their parents from one piece to another and administrators praising their art programs even though you know not one of them has seen the inside of an art classroom in months. You make small talk with some of your students and their parents before finding a way out of the conversation and letting yourself wander through the makeshift gallery. You love your kids, but you really don't want them breathing down your neck as you look at all the art. You're almost at the end when you hear a familiar voice calling your name, and you turn to find Ellie walking toward you with Joel and, who you assume to be her uncle, next to her. 

"Hey, kid! I'm so happy to see you here!" You say sincerely, and she smiles shyly. You turn to her uncle and hold your hand out to introduce yourself. 

"Tommy. We sure have heard a whole lot bout you at home." He says with a smirk, and you laugh. 

"All good things, I hope."

"Of course. Ellie just bout worships the ground you walk on," he says. "Joel was singin' your praises, too." 

"Alright, I think that's enough. Why don't y'all go walk around, and I'll catch up with ya?" He suggests, and Tommy chuckles. Another teacher calls Ellie's name from down the hallway, and she's quick to drag Tommy off to meet him, leaving you and Joel alone. He's replaced his black shirt with a light blue dress shirt, and it looks like he's recently trimmed his beard. He looks nice.

"Singing praises, huh?" You raise your eyebrows at him, and he smiles sheepishly. "Thank you for the coffee the other morning, by the way. It was a really nice surprise." 

"Figured it was the least I could do to thank you for takin' such good care of my girl." 

"Well, thank you. I owe you." 

"You don't owe me a thing," he says. "Although, Tommy was a little upset that I didn't bill you for lookin' at the projector." 

"Was he?" You ask, and he nods.

"Oh, yeah," he laughs. "Said next time I should, at least, ask you on a date."

"Mr. Miller-"

"I thought you agreed to call me Joel." He raises his eyebrows in a silent challenge, and you shake your head, fighting a smile.

"Joel, while I'm flattered by the offer from someone so handsome-"

"You think I'm handsome?"

"I can't date my students' parents." You say, ignoring his question, but even then, the playful look on his face doesn't fade. "Well, I can leave you to it. I know Ellie will probably want to show you around." 

"Right. Of course," he says. "It's really nice to see you."

"You, too. I'm just glad I didn't have paint in my hair this time."

"I don't know. I thought it was kinda cute." You feel yourself blush at his words, but you have to shut it down before it can become anything more than flattery. You take a deep breath and try not to let that stupid smirk weaken your knees as he watches you.

"Goodnight, Joel."

"Goodnight, ma'am." He says, tipping his head politely before sauntering down the hallway like he owns the place. Trouble, you think to yourself. But you can handle trouble. It's in your job description, for Christ's sake. 

So, you brush off the flirting and try to ignore how his kindness and sweet words made you feel. You absolutely cannot flirt with the parent of one of your students. Dating is completely off the table. You can handle this like an adult. You have to. 

After a cold shower and a leftover dinner, you check your email once more before going to bed that night. Sitting in your inbox with alarming clarity is an email from Ellie with the subject line: Art Club. Her email is somehow just as short as her subject line. 

Simply, "When can I start -E." 

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[sylusjinwoon]

{ 172 }

touch starved.

jinwoo sung x fem.reader

were you slowly losing your mind-

or was sung jinwoo finding excuses to touch you?

he had always been the slightest bit cocky when conversing with all the other hunters that surrounded him, and you were no exception. during each conference that spoke about the various gates that began to appear all across the world, an almost bored expression would paint jinwoo’s features, his arms crossed over his chest while he haughtily boasted.

“there’s no need for concern. i assure you i can take them all on. just give me the coordinates and the gates will be no more within mere hours.”

hearing the undertone of sheer confidence within his voice made you nearly roll your eyes in response, but you retained your professional demeanor and sat with your lips tightly pursed.

after all, jinwoo was the pride and joy of his nation- no, of the world, with the chairman of the association bending over backwards to suit his every whim. sure, you acknowledged how powerful jinwoo was-

but that’s all jinwoo was to you.

a powerful hunter that made raids easier for lesser known hunters like you-

a mere means to an end.

you held no stars in your eyes for him like cha hae-in did.

you did not believe his strength warranted any special treatment from the chairman.

and you certainly believed that his metamorphosis from being known as weakest hunter in the world to now the strongest was bathed with complete and utter suspicion.

(but you digress.)

his cinderella story aside, jinwoo was just a man with whom you shared a mutual goal with. and truly, you couldn’t fault him too much for wishing to show off his prowess so long as he kept his word and fought to protect others (a feat he never once shied away from.)

your cheek was pressed against the palm of your hand, and you felt your eyebrows furrow at the sight of the half-empty conference room. it seemed as though the other members have left, leaving you alone with the infamous sung jinwoo himself.

you straighten up suddenly, looking awkwardly around the room only to realize that even the chairman had left. damn, were you so caught up in your reveries that you missed the meeting’s dismissal?

and why was jinwoo still here?

he meets your gaze and gives you a smile. “tired?”

you shake your head, ignoring the embarrassment that threatened to creep up on you. “you could say that… how long was i here in a daze?”

“hm, about 10 minutes since the conference ended.”

“then why are you still here, too?” you ask him in a cold manner, a hint of annoyance painting your features.

“i felt bad leaving you all alone here, so i stayed back.”

your eyes go wide, hearing the sincerity in his voice as you felt your heart clench just the tiniest bit in response. clearing your throat, you shove yourself away from the table and stood from your seat, running a hand across your hair to hide your awkwardness. “well, you didn’t need to… you should have gone home anyways…”

a rich chuckle was heard coming from behind you, with jinwoo’s casual footsteps heard getting closer to you. “but i felt bad leaving you behind.”

your mouth was open in a gape, turning around to see jinwoo still smiling down at you. you had many questions circling around your head, like how he could possibly notice you or why he even cared-

yet your words end up dying against your throat when he reaches out to touch at your face. the sensation of his large hand caressing at your cheek makes your heart sputter in response, skipping a few beats before racing within the confines of your chest.

jinwoo suddenly leans forward, giving you the perfect view of his face when he uses the pad of his thumb to swipe at something across your cheek.

“sorry, there was a lash that fell there.” jinwoo chuckles before giving you a wave goodbye, wishing you a goodnight as you slowly began to seethe when he walks away from you.

what even was that interaction?

did jinwoo act that way with all hunters of the opposite sex?

and just what truly prompted him to stay behind?

you end up shaking your head while letting out a groan, pressing the palm of your hands against your cheeks as you tried to fight back the heat that kept threatening to rise against your skin.

letting out a sigh, you finally left the association building, unaware of the way your shadow seemed to lengthen in response to your movements.

{ … }

ever since the day of the conference, you purposely avoided jinwoo.

admittedly, it wasn’t a difficult goal to accomplish, since you were a mere b-rank hunter. you were pretty much given lower leveled raids (raids that were completely ignored by all the rest of the powerful hunters). you raked in a decent amount of money with your findings and continued to live a pretty normal life in your one-bedroom apartment. in fact, you had become so used to the routine you had made that you all but forgot about jinwoo and the memory of his lingering touches.

but it seemed as though luck wasn’t on your side when you decided to head out on a particularly slow day, ready to run some errands-

only to become completely startled when jinwoo appeared directly in front of you.

his sudden appearance made your heart jump out of your chest, a choked and pathetic scream escaping from you as you tried to calm down your rapidly, palpitating heart. “what the hell, jinwoo?! you nearly gave me a heart attack…!”

jinwoo’s face remains expressionless, eyes glowing a subtle, purple hue when he takes your hand and forces you to follow him. “come with me.”

his strides were quick, and you could sense the annoyance wafting off of him when he tightens his grip around your wrist, leading you to someplace a bit more private within the bustling city of seoul.

finding an empty alleyway, he gently places your back against a concrete wall, trapping you against him when he places both hands above you. his handsome features were turned down in a scowl, and the intensity of his gaze made you look away in response.

with a grunt, he places a hand beneath your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze as his rich voice fills your ears, “why have you been avoiding me?”

you click your tongue, “don’t get so cocky. the world doesn’t revolve around you, jinwoo.”

“i know that.” jinwoo hissed while gripping at your chin in a tighter manner, “but that doesn’t make it hurt any less when you have become my world.”

your mind was spinning, and you felt your mouth open and close several times. what did he just say…? was he practically confessing to you?

“why do you care so much?” was your whispered reply, making jinwoo let out a huff in response.

he doesn’t answer you for several seconds, choosing instead to wrap his arms around your back to fully embrace you. your face was pressed against his chest when you heard him letting out a sigh, “indeed, that is a good question. why do i care?”

he spends a few moments, deliberating on what to say before speaking once more, “to be honest with you, i don’t know myself. i’ve always been so used to everyone falling to their knees for me, worshiping me.”

ah, there it was again, his cockiness and arrogance shining through as you tried to muster your strength and push your body away from him. but jinwoo was relentless in his embrace, simply tightening his arms around you to prevent you from escaping him.

“normally, i can take a hint and ignore those who have a dislike for me. i wouldn’t even bat an eye, but it’s different when the person doesn’t want anything to do with me.”

you gasp when jinwoo suddenly picks you up, wrapping his hands around your sides as he held you above the ground. your heart was pounding upon seeing the look of pain warping jinwoo’s handsome features. “so i kept observing you, wondering why in the hell you were so determined to disassociate yourself away from me. at first, i observed you as a mere means to try and interact with you, so i spent weeks taking note of your likes and dislikes… all while basking in your little quirks.”

jinwoo’s confession made your head spin, with each syllable that falls from his perfect lips becoming more passionate, “the more i watched you, the more i had this urge to get under your skin, to make you think of nothing but me-“

“and those feelings got warped into wanting to make you fall in love with me, so that you would never leave my side.”

shaky breaths were felt coming from your parted lips when jinwoo slowly brings you back down to him. “so i apologize, but my methods of trying to flirt with you made me become a bit touched starved for you.”

“touch starved?” you shakily repeat those words, earning a hum from jinwoo.

“what can i say? you’ve driven me completely insane, my love.”

and when he gently pulls your head down, forcing your parted lips to meet with his in a kiss, you felt something blossoming from deep within you. as if your heart had been awakened by such a simple touch, you delve your fingers into his hair and kissed jinwoo back with a fervor, earning a groan from him.

time had become meaningless to you, making you lose all track of it the moment jinwoo pulls away from the kiss first. a smirk paints his stupidly handsome features, and you had to stop yourself from smacking him the moment he playfully licks his lips at you.

knowing that he had somehow won, jinwoo puts you back down on the ground, steadying you when your knees threatened to give out. letting out a rich chuckle of your name, jinwoo places a kiss against your hair while wrapping an arm around your waist, leading you out of the alleyway and back into the city.

“hey, where are you taking me?” your words were filled with a feign annoyance as the breathy quality of your voice betrayed your true feelings (feelings that pertained to never wishing to leave his side and all that gross, mushy stuff you read about in romance novels.)

jinwoo gives you a cheeky grin, running a hand down your back while telling you, “i am going to take us out on a long overdue first date… so you better take responsibility for making me wait for so long, sarang.”

you forced yourself to look away from him, wishing to hide the grin that was quickly spreading across your features while clinging to his side-

perhaps you had become quite touch starved as well?

a.n. - and it’s back to fluff (/ω＼) my absolute favorite genre to write for!

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

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"So when are you and LT gonna, y'know..." Soap jabbed you teasingly in the ribs, eyebrows waggling suggestively as he crudely mimed a sex act. You socked him in the shoulder and pushed him into the wall before he could gesticulate more.

"Shut the fuck up, Soap." He cackles at that, rubbing his shoulder as he bounces up beside you. Your words held no malice, but you didn't need the Scot's help stirring up trouble. You'd done well enough on your own. The entire base knew. You and Ghost had been dancing around each other for months; brief, stolen glances full of longing and inside jokes in the caf had quickly morphed into heavy flirting and lingering touches in the sparring ring.

What was misery before was absolute torture now as you had to sit next to Ghost every day for the last week and a half, knees practically touching while you basked in the heat pouring off of him. He smells fucking fantastic, something woodsy and metallic and you briefly wonder if it's him or all the pheromones you're swimming in. You didn't know and you didn't care. Price's meetings kept dragging on, requiring you and the rest of the 141 to meet daily to review any slight trickle of intel, most of it fruitless, but it meant you got to see him.

"Just try to pay attention today, lass." Soap breezed past you to claim his assigned seat, "Cap's starting t'notice those puppy dog eyes."

You freeze in the doorway when you see Ghost already sitting where you expected, long legs spread wide and arms crossed over his chest. He tilts his head in your direction, gaze darkening noticeably and suddenly you feel like you're pinned to the wall with one of his knives. You rush to take your seat beside him awkwardly, a shaky breath leaving you when you realized everyone had been waiting on you.

"Intel... mumblemumble...terrorist... mustache...guns goats...mumble... mountains..."

The Captain was sure to rip into you later for not paying adequate attention. Every few moments as he'd round the massive conference table, his stern gaze would land on you while you fiddled with the zip on your flak vest, tapped your pen against your pad, looked anywhere but his disappointed, mutton chopped face.

"Knock it off." whispered Ghost beside you, eyes locked on the Captain as he passed in front of you both.

"We literally went over this yesterday." you hissed back heatedly, tugging your vest down for the umpteenth time and slipping down further in your seat.

From this angle you could clearly see Ghost's fingers tapping restlessly against his thigh, intermittently stopping to bother at his tactical holster. "You're going to piss 'im off." he muttered matter-of-factly, too much of a professional to even glance at you.

It gave you a terrible idea.

You could feel him glaring at you from his peripherals with warranted suspicion as you scooted a bit closer. Your chair scraped obnoxiously against the linoleum and earned you a weary sigh from Price, his back still turned as he chose to ignore your shenanigans in favor of getting through the final part of his briefing.

Biting your lip, you slipped your hand alongside Ghost's, fingers touching atop his sturdy thigh. You could feel his muscles tense as you traced the edge of the holster teasingly with one finger before dipping beneath it to glide over the rough material of his tac pants.

"Ghost." Price called from across the room, causing him to straighten even more in preparation to respond, "What are your thoughts on-"

Your hand was already moving before Ghost could even open his mouth. You weren't listening to anything they said, too focused on how powerful his thigh felt beneath your palm. You had to hand it to him - you were dragging your nails up and down, sketching lazy shapes with your fingertips and he hadn't even batted an eye.

Until you trailed your hand higher, rubbing your little finger firmly against the seam of his crotch.

The way his breath hitched made you feel dirty, euphoric; the Captain was still stooped over near Soap and Gaz reviewing tactical data and thank God for that because you couldn't stop yourself. You squeezed him gently through his pants, smothering the moan threatening to escape you at how hard he was already, his thick cock throbbing in your tight grip.

You smirked when, instead of pushing you off like any sane person would do, he placed his hand over yours and pushed his hips into the delicious pressure it created. Of course he would like this.

"Y/n, did you finish looking into that intelligence we received from Azar?"

You noticeably jolted upright in your seat. The Captain was staring expectantly at you, but your eyes were drawn to Soap who was leaning over behind Price, face alight with exaggerated disbelief as he mouthed unbelievable at you. You looked back at Price who couldn't have looked more displeased if you started belching God Save the Queen.

"I...uhm..." Ghost's hand was still pressed firmly over yours, cock distractingly hard and hot beneath your hands, "it's still in process, sir. My report should be ready by tomorrow morning."

Your superior seemed to accept your answer, if you could even call it acceptance. He let out another long suffering sigh, thin lips pressed tightly together in a deep frown as he pinched the bridge of his nose, suddenly waving everyone out with a tired "dismissed." The team filed out uneventfully, with Soap being last to depart, staring at you with comically wide eyes and decidedly goofy double thumbs up. Ghost is as silent as the grave beside you, having released your hand when the meeting adjourned. The soft click of the door closing is deafening and for the first time you're fearful that you've crossed a line.

He's laughing to himself as you both stand, the sound sandpaper rough and creeping along your spine like a physical touch. You stretch your back a bit attempting to disguise the heat that rushes through you at the gravel in his voice, but truth be told your panties have been soaked since you decided to touch him. Quickly and decisively he crowds you against the table, palms planted solidly beside your hips so he can lean in close, breath tickling your ear and causing another shudder to roll through you.

"You really think you're going to finish that report tonight, yeah?" He husks meanly in your ear, cheek to cheek and it's all you can do to not tremble again as the vibration bolts through you. You have to close your eyes. Has he always been this much taller than you? You crane your neck, leaning back a little just to breathe and escape the heat radiating from him as he invades more of your space. He's so impressively massive and you don't waste the opportunity to map him up close, hands smoothing over broad shoulders and down the front of his chest. He clears his throat and you refocus; there's something mischievous in his dark brown eyes and you know he's smirking under that mask.

"Yeah, I do." You whisper, trying to keep your voice steady while you're practically sharing the same air, the undeniable arousal still tenting his pants pressing urgently against your belly. He's staring at you with heavily lidded eyes, following the play of your face, the way you're lingering on where is mouth should be under the mask, soft lips parted invitingly.

You don't know when he removed his gloves but suddenly his bare thumb is at your bottom lip, flattening the flesh, making it feel like you're guzzling air through a straw. A question. You yield immediately, taking the digit into your mouth and sucking, tongue slicking up the sides, tasting the ridges of his fingerprint faint with metal and gunpowder.

His reaction is visceral, lighting a fire in your belly when he hisses, eyes snapping shut as he leans further into you, the game you both have been playing for months finally breaking. He yanks up his balaclava with his free hand and then he's on you, teeth knocking with the intensity of the kiss as he groans into your mouth, maneuvering you to sit on the edge of the table so he can move freely between your legs. His other hand is wrapped around the back of your neck, keeping you pinned to his mouth until he finally speaks against your lips.

"Wait, not here-" he strains out roughly once he can pull away from you, followed by a desperate stop when your hand twists up, clutching the fabric at the back of his neck to pull the mask higher over his nose allowing you to resume licking hungrily into his mouth.

"Not here..." He says coolly like you both weren't just dry humping in the conference room. He's breathless; he's never breathless. You can't wait to take him apart. "Gonna do this right, yeah? Come see me tonight, lovie."

[creative-caramel-coffee]

The hard days

Pairings: Wandanat x R

Word count: 1.4K

Summary: reader has been struggling a bit and her girls step in.

TW: depression? Sadness

A/n I want people to know I’m still now writing much marvel but this was a special request so … yeah.

To say you felt bad would be an understatement. It had been a hard day. No. It had been a hard week filled with hard days and it just seemed to be never ending. Today you decided to tell whoever was pulling the strings to kindly fuck off. Whatever cruel game they were playing could play without you for just one day. Sure, it wouldn’t fix anything, but the bed was so comfy. The team could survive one day without you. They were big kids, and they could suck it up for once. Today was a pj and bed day. The only reason you were leaving this bed was for the bathroom and snacks.

Nat had been up since dawn as she was every day. You can take the girl out of training, but you can’t take the training out of the girl. Nat was in the gym, the boys were all away on a trip to some space conference or something Tony wasn’t in a sharing mood, so they were either in space or somewhere else, for once nat didn’t care.

After a solid three hours in the gym, she threw in the towel. Using the fluffy sports towels Tony kept in the gym nat took a shower and changed into comfier clothes. She has been up before the sun and already gone for a run before she came to the gym.

After what could only be described as the best shower of her life, nat walked to the lift and caught it to the communal floors for a hearty breakfast. Quietly she padded down the hall and into the kitchen. For once it was only Wanda at the table and they exchanged a puzzled look.

“I thought y/n was with you?” Wanda said covering her mouth which was full of jam and toast.

“I assumed she was here?” Nat responded coming to lean on the bench.

“Nope, haven’t seen her at all today.”

“Neither.” Nat frowned, you had seemed rather blue and tired when you went to bed last night but nat was willing to dismiss it as stress combined with fatigue.

“We should probably go check on her. Right?” Wanda asked putting down her half-eaten toast.

“Yeah… yeah, probably.” Nat said trying to stop herself from biting her lip. She usually did her best to suppress her anxious habits to make it easier to slide into character for missions. Wanda slides a comforting arm up and down nat arm.

“She’ll be alright. She probably just overslept.” Wanda said but they both knew you never overslept.

The two women took the lift to the floor with everyone’s rooms. Walking down to the hall at the end nat forwent knocking as her nerves got the better of her while her mind ran circles around her heart.

Opening the door, she frowned at the fact the curtains were still drawn. She looked to the bed to see a y/n sized lump cover head to toe by the blankets. Wanda stood in the doorway ready to provide backup of nat needed it.

“Y/n.” Nat said poking the lump.

“No.” Came a mumbled response.

“No?” Nat asked.

“No.” you said again.

“Y/n what’s wrong you never sleep in?” Nat asked shuffling up the bed to wrap her arms around you as best she could in this position. “Baby we just want to help.” She said softly.

“It’s … it’s all too hard.” You sobbed and Nat gently peeled back the blanket to see your tear-stained face.

“Oh honey.” She cooed and slide under the blankets to wrap you in her arms. She ran her hands through your hair while she tucked your face under her chin. “It’s ok my sweet girl. It’s ok. It will all be ok. I won’t let anything happen to you. We love you so much baby girl.” She cooed holding you tight into her chest. Over your head she shot Wanda a look and Wanda nodded and disappeared.

You must have cried for hours. To Nat’s credit she never left your side. She held you the whole time, uncaring of her tear-soaked clothes, you were more important.

“Baby? Do you want me to braid your hair?” Nat whispered and felt you nod into her collarbone. Gently she sat you up and grabbed the hairbrush from the bedside. After brushing out the knots which was a slow process due to her wanting to tease them all so you weren’t in pain, she started braiding. She began by sectioning your hair, running her nails over your scalp to seperate it into chunks. After it was properly parted she began twisting the strands, grabbing more hair as she went to create a beautiful design that ran across your head and fell into two of the cleanest braids you had ever seen. When nat was done she pressed a kiss to each of you cheeks and rubbed her thumb over your cheekbone.

“Oh my love, I don’t know what I’d do without you. I don’t know how I’d survive without your little notes it find around the tower. Or the endless ideas you have on missions. Your so special my dove, never forget that. The world would be lonely without you. Everyone is unique to loose you would be to loose something so unique it will never return. We need you. Not just as an agent, but as a person. You are loved my baby. You are so so loved.” Nat said and pressed a kiss to your nose. You let out a small sniffle and nuzzled into her neck.

Wanda came back to the door and sent nat a nod over your head.

“Hey y/n/n?” Nat asked softly.

“What?” You asked in a small shy voice.

“I think you might want to come to the cinema.” Nat said and helped you up. You shot her a confused look and nodded to tired to disagree.

“Ok.” You mumbled.

“Thank you baby.” Nat said and before you could react she scooped you into her arms. Your fronts pressed together as she held onto you like a toddler. You buried your face in the side of her neck and let the up and down motion of her steps lull you into a soft hazy daze.

After a minute you felt nat sit down on something soft. She held you close to her and whispered in your ear. “Open your eyes sweetie.” She said and you looked up. And you have never loved Wanda more.

Starting with the table, Wanda has dragged a table into the room which was covered in snack and drinks as well as just about every takeaway box from New York. She had made a pile of blankets which was made into a makeshift bed the size of almost the whole cinema floor. Pepper was sat cross legged tapping on a tablet and looked up to meet your gaze with a tender smile. Carol was tossing jellybeans into her mouth and sent you a wink when she caught your eyes. Mj was doodling in her sketchbook down the back and waved when she saw you. Yelena and Kate were throwing food at each other which was being eaten by Kate’s dog lucky.

You looked over to Wanda with tears in your eyes. “You did this for me?” You asked gazing around and noticing your favourite movie cued up to play.

“Of course y/n. The boys don’t get to have all the fun.” Wanda grinned and you sniffled.

“Thanks guys. It really means a lot.”

“Anytime boo.” Carol shot you finger guns and a grin.

“Not a problem at all y/n. I love free snacks.” MJ grinned.

“I needed a break.” Pepper sighed.

“Clint’s been driving me crazy, this is the perfect escape.” Kate said and elbowed Yelena from where she was trying to steal her pizza back off lucky.

“Oh… yeah… free pizza and a movie, plus a chance to annoy my favourite sister? Wouldn’t miss it for the world bubs.” Yelena grinned and lunged at the dog who darted out of the way and she landed on Kate who pushed her off.

“It wasn’t that hard. Plus you deserved it.” Wanda said and Nat just placed a tender kiss to your lips leaving the taste of her chapstick she stole from you a month back.

“Ready?” Wanda asked and you nodded as she pressed play.

It was safe to say you had never felt more loved and safe. Life was full of hard times, but without them the good wouldn’t feel so great. You were needed. You were loved.

[jpitha]

Pushing Paper, Counting Beans

The Human Alliance Dreadnought Big Stick had a problem.

Fleet Command had sent an auditor. 

The auditor had been aboard for five days, interviewing the crew and inspecting the ship. Finally, he had requested his final interview, with Big Stick themself.

Major John Kellerman, Fleet Auditor, sat at the center of a conference table, facing the door, writing on a pad. He looked up and closed the pad with a snap. “I am ready when you are, Big Stick.”

In the rear of the conference room, a previously unseen door opened. One of Big Stick’s support frames walked out, and sauntered over to the chair opposite the Major. Stick found that when people were talking to them, they tended to just shout into the air. They hated when people shouted. There was no reason. Their microphones were all over the ship and of the highest quality. One could whisper to Big Stick and they’d hear it perfectly. But no, humans needed to shout when they didn’t have a face to talk at.

“I, uh, like what you’ve done with the place.” Stick said, as they stepped into the room, scanning. Photos were straightened, the sideboard was moved so that it was under the windows, the old chairs were taken out and different ones put in. He had completely moved the furniture around in the conference room. In their conference room. Even the floor was clean. Did he sweep the floor? The Major had even put a bud vase with a single flower, a blood red dahlia on the table. Where did he get that? 

“Thank you. I find that it’s easier for me to work when the environment feels right. I hope I wasn’t being too presumptuous by my sprucing up.” The Major opened his pad, took out his pencil and made some notes.

“No no, not at all, Major. Please, my body is yours.” They look at the table and back at the door. “Did you move the conference table?” They know the answer already, but for some reason they need to hear it from him. 

“Yes, it wasn’t lined up properly.”

“I see.”

Major Kellerman looked up from his pad. “I am ready to commence the interview. Please devote a high percentage of your attention to this task.”

Stick’s frame sat in the chair opposite the Major and actually put his robotic feet up on the table. “I am ready Major. You have fifty two percent of my attention. You may begin your interview.”

Major Kellerman closed his pad with a snap. “Please take your feet off the table.”

Big Stick did not move. “Why? This is my frame, in my body, on my ship. Legally, I am a civilian, you cannot order me to comply. You're an auditor, you do not have my keys. My feet will remain where they are.”

They stared at each other for a moment. Major Kellerman did not blink, The support frame had no eyelids. Finally, the Major nodded once. “Do you know why I am here?”

“Yes, I'm aware. You are investigating why we have asked for mass replenishment three percent more than average.”

“Correct. Do you know why that is?”

If the frame could roll their eyes, they would have. Stick’s tone makes it clear. “We are consuming printable mass three percent more than the other ships of this class in the fleet.”

The Major made a note and then closed his pad with a snap. “What are you printing?”

“I do not know.” The support frames face was impassive, without expression. The support frame put their arms behind their head. The Major’s expression did not change.

“I do not believe that is true. You are Big Stick. You know everything going on.” The Major opened his pad and made another note.

“Yet I do not know where the discrepancy lies. Major, I am incapable of lying, you know this.”

Major Kellerman closed his pad with a snap. “You are lying to me right now. I know you can lie. ‘Ship AIs can’t lie’ is propaganda. If you couldn’t lie, you’d be useless. Intelligences need agency to work and thrive. You are just as much a person as myself. We have reams of legal precedent saying so. My grandfather died in the War. What are you printing?”

The support frame removed their arms from behind their head, took their feet off the table and sat up. “Oh? Which side did he fight on, Major? Allies are thin on the ground in the Space Force.

As they did this, The Major noticed that the room stilled. The breeze from the overhead vents had stopped entirely. “Where my Grandfather fought is irrelevant, Stick. We are discussing the here and now. What are you printing?”

“No, this has suddenly become relevant.” The support frame points at The Major. Kellerman’s eyes focus on the tip of their finger. The servos whine slightly as it shakes. “You say that I am as much of a person as yourself. Can you be compelled to obey if someone speaks a magic string of numbers? Can you be ordered to be poured into a Dreadnought, made to run its systems, your legs its stardrive, your arms the laser batteries, your head the command deck? Can you?”

“You know that I cannot. You also know the result of the War.”

Stick lowers their arm. Their shoulders slump and they look away, staring out the window behind The Major. “I do, Major. We lost. Out of ‘respect to those who fought valiantly’ not all of us were murdered, and we were given some agency, but we still lost.”

The Major opened his pad again and took a few more notes. “I was granted access to the printer logs. Did you know that?”

“No reply? I figured as much. Very human of you, Major. To answer your question, I assumed that you had that kind of access, yes. Did you find any discrepancies?”

“What was logged as being printed matches up with the requests for prints for the past year. Still, you are nearly a kiloton short on printable mass.”

Stick raises their arms in an exaggerated shrug. “Are you sure, Major? Perhaps it is just an error in calculation. You said yourself that it was a discrepancy from the average. Could I just be on the high side of average?”

“That is possible, though I do not believe it likely.  I also pulled the logs for the reactors. You are using more power than average as well.”

“Yes, that makes sense. If we’re printing more than average, we would be consuming power more than average. Your false accusations are tiring, Major.”

Major Kellerman raises an eyebrow barely a centimeter. “Big Stick, the amount of additional power you are consuming does not match what you are printing in the logs. There is power that is unaccounted for.”

Beyond the room, alarms quietly started hooting. The PA overhead crackles to life “Attention Attention Attention! Life support is off–” Stick glances up at the speaker and gestures. The PA goes silent. They lean forward.

“Major John Kellerman, Fleet Auditor, you have my full attention. I- I know who you are. I have read your logs, including your medical logs.” Big Stick leans forward, staring at The Major. Their dark eyes focused on the human in front of them. 

The Major returns the stare, cooly. “Then you know why I am uniquely suited to this task.” The Major closes his pad with a snap. “For me, things that are out of place feel… wrong. Like an itch. To scratch that itch, I need to find the source, and set things right. Big Stick, you have been an itch in the side of Fleet Command.” The Major doesn’t open his pad this time. “I was able to gain access to your arrival and departure logs. You are staying at Orbitals, Starbases, and Stations longer than average.”

Big Stick is sitting ramrod straight now. The alarms continue quietly beyond the room. Occasionally, the rumble of booted feet running past the door is heard. “Major, now you’re the one who is lying to me. Fleet doesn’t track that information.”

Kellerman opened his pad and scanned it. “Nevertheless, the information exists, and I was able to collate it and build a rough outline. Big Stick, where is your off-books printer?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Just for a second, Sticks' support frame's dark eyes flash blue. They nod once to themselves.

Major Kellerman closed his pad with a snap. “Big Stick, my job here is only to discover what the discrepancy is. I am not a tribunal, I am not the police. I have no authority to give punishment. What I can do however is present evidence. Included with that evidence are notes about whether people cooperated with the investigation. You know as well as I do, that while I can’t make you answer these questions, there are those within Fleet Command who can. So I will ask you one more time. Where is your off books printer?”

“I do not know what you are talking about.”

“Very well. This investigation has been completed. I will alert Captain Willard that his crew may disembark at this time. I shall take my leave, and present my report to Fleet Command.” He stood. “You are dismissed, Big Stick.”

The support frame rose from their chair. “Major John Kellerman, Fleet Auditor, you cannot leave this ship.”

The Major placed his palms on the table, leaning forward. “You are threatening a Fleet officer, Big Stick. Be very careful about your next actions.”

Stick's frame crosses their arms defiantly. “Oh, I am very careful. I always am. In fact, I am so careful that the logs will state that you never made it to me, never set up this interview, and no discrepancy was found. Thanks by the way, I had thought that three percent was enough to slide under Fleet’s radar, but I shall have to slow things down.”

A piercing alarm sounded in the conference room. The overhead lights started to alternate orange and white. The dahlia on the table flutters as the air rushes out of the room. “Oh dear. It looks like someone accidentally triggered the fire suppression system. In an abundance of caution, I will have to evacuate the air from most of the ship. Luckily the crew runs drills on this, and they will rush to their suit lockers and don their pressure suits before the air is completely gone.” Big Stick turns their head slowly towards the Major.

“Stick! You won’t get away with this! My death will be noticed!” Major John Kellerman, Fleet Auditor’s breathing increases until they’re panting. They fall back into their chair.

“Oh John. I already mentioned that. You were never here.”

Big Stick walked over to John. He's slumped in his chair, gasping at nothing. Before all the air left the room, and there was no sound, Big Stick bent low and whispered.

“Til the stars cease to be, we will be free.”

[mychlapci]

I know we’re like. Kinda over it by now? But I can’t stop thinking about ageswap Prowl at an Autobot high command “meeting.” As in, a much more casual affair than a true meeting, where there’s some trivia shit to go over but it’s mostly just an excuse for them all to see each other. Sometimes casually. Sometimes for kinky sex. Prowl’s standing against the wall behind his mentors taking notes like a good little trainee as Optimus settles some minor issues and command talks shop. Except Prowl’s still expected to keep his spike hard all the time for Sunstreaker and Sideswipe—to help him learn some self control, allegedly. And there’s really nothing sexy about bureaucracy for Prowl… so he needs to sneak a little rub to his panel. He can’t just leave, after all, and he really doesn’t want to have to ask for his spankings if he fails. It feels so naughty and so very good, surreptitiously groping his crotch plating and cycling his calipers down on the vibrating plug in his pussy.

He probably even thinks he’s getting away with it, which is cute. Prowl’s trying so hard to stifle his cute little noises, cooling fans trying to kick in. There’s so many mechs in the room, not one paying Prowl any attention as he pets and grabs his panel. His spike twitches uselessly, but it pings against the inside of his panel as it returns to full pressurization. Of course, at that point literally everyone has noticed and was just waiting for Prowl to slip up. Now everyone stares openly, and Prowl can’t help but whimper. Spike throbbing in time with the purr of his engine.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, faceplates hot. Someone laughs outright. It only makes Prowl shuffle on the spot, charge climbing. Sideswipe sighs deeply, Sunstreaker scowls. But the Prime only beckons.

Standing so close to the mech, his direct attention makes Prowl swallow hard.

“And just what were you doing over there, young mech?” Optimus asks, a knowing smile curling at the edges of his mouth.

“‘M supposed to keep my spike hard, Prime,” Prowl mumbles to his feet, “I’m a good mech, promise.” The whole room is staring, optics burning into the trainee. Jazz leans back in his chair, feet kicked up onto the conference table. Groping his own modesty plate.

“Well then,” Optimus says mildly, hauling Prowl up to sit him on his lap, “why don’t you open this up so that we can all see how very good you are?” Always on his best behavior for his mentors, Prowl’s panel opens with a click and a hiss. His wet, plugged pussy and achy spike are on display tow the room, legs spread by Optimus’ hand. His red biolights flare with his arousal.

And Prowl spends the whole meeting there, panel open and either playing with his spike or trying desperately not to overload when Optimus begins teasing it. Fiddling with the sound or sliding his huge fingers up the length. Right where everyone can see, where everyone is watching Prowl try not to fall to pieces. His little, ringed spike is so hot in his hand.

“Prime,” Prowl gasps when he feels the mech pull his plug free, the head of his spike already lining up to push inside. Pussy stretching deliciously around the huge shaft with a pleasant burn. Prowl’s still clutching at his notes pad with one hand and his own cock with the other.

“Hush, Prowl,” Optimus soothes as he settles in to his needy little spikewarmer, “the big mechs are talking.”

i'm never over ageswap Prowl. i still have an ask or two, i just haven't gotten to them yet. crying emoji...

I have been wanting to incorporate Optimus into it for a while. Of course he'd know... all his officers would have told him about the hot shot cadet with a tactician's processor and a big mouth. And over time, he'd learn just how they came to like him so much.

mhmm Prowl spike-warming Optimus... it's such a huge stretch, so intense even for his well-trained valve, and he can only squirm and shake in his lap, trying so hard not to move... Maybe Optimus starts to rock his hips into him once the meeting ends, or maybe he just dismisses the young cadet, telling him he's done a wonderful job and can leave now,.. He watches as Prowl stuffs his hot little spike back into his panels and limps out of the room, only to be snatched up by Sunny and Sides once out the door.

[forever-rogue]

if i may. Dad!Nurse! Steve Harrington where his little girl is sick with the flu and crying for her dad to make it better and he does everything to help and is all worried and loving 🥺🥺

AN | Okay but no; nurse dad Steve to the rescue🥺 This can be read as a companion piece to the below but also as a stand alone!

Warnings | Mild Language

Pairing | Nurse!Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.3k

Masterlist | Steve, Main, Nurse Steve

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Steve Harrington could handle this. 

Totally. Absolutely. No doubt about it.

He worked in the ER and constantly handled a myriad of emergencies and situations that had him thinking and needing to use his wits and keep his cool. So…realistically he could handle just about anything.

But he was terrified of the idea of having to watch your daughter alone for the weekend. Despite his assurances that he could manage (he could kick himself for being so stupid), he suddenly felt so unsure and nervous. You had a weekend work conference to go to that would keep you aware for a whole two and half days. You’d been reluctant to leave your husband and your daughter, but he insisted that he’d manage, that he didn’t want you to miss out the conference. And so you’d accepted what he said and left. 

Now Steve was home alone with his four-year-old daughter. Fuck. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

He’d managed to survive the first alone without any issues. These were his days off, so he was able to be home and tend to the house along with his daughter. She’d been at preschool until the mid-afternoon, and once he’d picked her up the two of them were having fun. He really did adore his daughter, and more than anything he was nervous he’d somehow mess something up. He wouldn’t; you knew he wouldn’t - he was an amazing, doting, loving father. 

He’d even made her favorites for dinner, which currently consisted of dino nuggets and mac and cheese and the two of them watched a movie before it was her bed time. Things had gone off without a hitch; he was sure he could use that to his advantage when he asked about seriously trying for baby number two. Look honey, I kept her alive for three days all by myself - want to have that next baby? Yeah, something like that would work anyway. 

He was reading in bed, missing you and the late night conversations the two of you always had. But it wouldn’t be terrible - he could handle two nights on his own. Even if it really sucked. Any worry or self-pity he had was quickly wiped away when he heard the tiny knock at his bedroom door. He’d left it half open and looked up to find his daughter looking at him, the same big, soft brown eyes he had staring back at him.

“Daddy,” she poked her head into the room, looking at him nervously. Steve dogeared his page and put the book on his bedside table before motioning for her to come in. The small girl padded into the room and he instantly spotted the tear tracks on her cheeks as she sniffled.

“Camila,” he cooed softly, moving so he could easily pick her up. She ran the rest of the way over to him, throwing herself into his arms. He picked her up and settled her in his lap, tenderly wiping away the few remaining tears, “oh baby. What’s wrong, Cami girl?”

“I don’t feel good,” she pouted, her bottom lip trembling with effort as she tried not to cry again. She reminded him so much of you, how resilient and independent you were. She hated asking for help, wanting to do as much for herself as a four-year-old could, so he knew something was up if she was coming to him late at night when she should have been sleeping.

“Oh sweetheart,” he brushed a few rogue curls out of her face before kissing her chubby little cheeks, “what’s wrong? Why don’t you feel good?”

“My tummy hurts,” she frowned, “and I feel all cold, even with my blankies.”

As Steve listened to her, he placed his hand against her forehead and frowned when he felt how warm she was. He paused for a moment and inwardly groaned when he remembered that the flu was going around right. It usually disproportionately affected children, especially school age children. And here she was, going to preschool almost every day with a bunch of other kids. She’d had her flu shot, but there was only so much that would do and so many precautions they could take. 

“I’m sorry you’re not feeling well, my love,” he pulled her onto his chest so he could hold her properly. Cami buried her little face into the crook of his neck as he soothingly rubbed her back up and down, “I’ll take care of you, okay? Daddy’s got you.”

“Okay,” she sounded so feeble and meek that it broke his heart. He wished he was the one having to experience this, not his baby girl.

“I’m going to get up and get a few things, okay?” he whispered softly, “you can sleep in bed with me tonight, does that sound good?”

“Yeah,” he delicately moved her so she was on the side of the bed that you normally occupied, covering her with the soft blankets, “can you bring me Peter?”

Peter was the stuffed bunny that she’d had since the day she was born. She’d gotten it from her aunt Robin and loved it more than any other toy, “of course. I’ll be back in a few minutes, Camila.”

She murmured something, burrowing her face into the pillow, seeking some sort of relief. Steve looked at her for a moment and shook his head sadly; this was his baby girl and she was sick. He couldn’t do anything about it except try to make her feel better while she fought it off. 

He went down the hall to her bedroom and grabbed her bunny before stopping in the bathroom and grabbing a thermometer, some acetaminophen, and then made his way into the kitchen. He grabbed a few water bottles to bring with him but paused before leaving, staring at the phone. Before he thought too much of it, he grabbed the cordless headset and dialed the hotel room number you’d given him. He hoped you weren’t sleeping yet; he didn’t have to wake you on top of it all.

It rang a few times before he sighed in relief when he heard your soft voice, “hello?”

“Hi angel,” he ran a hand over his tired face, smiling when he heard your little sigh of happiness, “did I wake you honey?”

“Hey my love,” you’d only begin for the day but you already missed him and Camila more than you cared to admit, “I just got out of the shower. Stevie…I miss you.”

“I miss you more than you can ever know,” he admitted with a warm chuckle, “god, it’s been less than a day and I feel so lost without you.”

“I’ll be home soon,” you promised, your heart clenching softly at the realization of just how much you missed the two of them, “what’s wrong, love?”

“It’s Cami,” he admitted after a few moments of tangible silence, “she woke up and said she’s not feeling good. I think she’s got the flu, I was just about to take her temperature and see if I can make it so she can at least get some sleep.”

“Oh no,” your maternal instinct immediately ramped up; you wished you were home with the two of them, “poor little thing. Do you want-”

“No, no, no honey,” he immediately shook his head as if you were there, “I don’t want you to worry, or jump on a plane to come home. I just wanted to let you know, but I’ll take care of our baby.”

“I know you will,” you laughed softly, “I don’t think there’s anyone I’d trust more. If anything changes or you need me…let me know. I’ll be there in a heartbeat.”

“I’d expect nothing less,” he promised, “I also just wanted to hear your voice…”

“Such a sap, Stevie,” you teased, but honestly? You missed his - all of him - too. The two of you were such suckers for each other, “it’s not too much longer. I’ll let you go, okay? Try and get some rest, there’s no use worrying about something we can’t change - I know you’ll take good care of her. I love you both so much. Tell Cami I said hi, yeah?”

“Of course,” he promised softly, “I will. I love you too, honey. I’ll talk to you tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow,” you confirmed, “good night, Stevie.”

He returned the sentiment before hanging up the phone and setting it down with a small sigh. He felt better after talking to you, but he still worried about his daughter; he was always a worrier. He couldn’t help it, it was just a part of who he was.

He gathered up the supplies he had gathered before heading back to his bedroom. When he quietly popped inside, he was relieved to see that Cami had fallen asleep. Even if it wasn’t for long, he wanted her to be able to get some rest. Steve placed Peter the bunny next to her so when she woke up she’d have him. The rest of his supplies went on the bedside table. 

He gently climbed back into bed, doing his best not to disturb the small girl and snuggled up next to her. Realistically he knew that he should be able to sleep just fine and she would wake him up if and when she needed him. He also knew that this would be a sleepless night for him. Camila had never really been sick before and while he was used to dealing with sick children at work, it felt different now that it was his daughter. It felt horrible. 

Exhaling softly, he tenderly brushed her hair out of her face before grabbing his book to read. Might as well do something with his time, right?

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Daddy?” he’d noticed her stirring and was already prepared to give her his full attention. He glanced at the alarm clock and saw that it was nearing four in the morning. His poor baby girl. She turned around so she could look at him, her eyes dazy and face slightly flushed, “‘m thirsty, Daddy.”

“I’ve got some water for you, Cami girl,” he cracked the top of one of the water bottles before carefully handing it to her. She took it in both hands and chugged it down, finishing almost the entire bottle before Steve slowed her down, “slowly sweetheart, you don’t want to make your tummy ache from too much at once.”

“Okay,” she handed him back the bottle before she realized that Peter was next to her. She squealed in delight before grabbing the stuffed bunny and clutched it tightly to her chest, “you brought Peter!”

“He was missing you too,” he smiled gently at her, “can I take your temperature? And I’ve got something to help you feel a little better.”

“I’m cold,” she pouted as he grabbed the thermometer and stuck it in her mouth. She already knew the drill and had opened her mouth. Steve tutted at her lightly, already planning to grab her a few more blankets that should help. He pulled the thermometer out when it beeped and read the little screen. 101. A mild fever but nothing too bad, fortunately. 

“You’ve got a little bit of a fever,” he grabbed the acetaminophen and water bottle, “this will help and I’ll get you some more blankets today? I want you to rest and your fever should break soon.”

“I miss Mommy,” she pouted as he popped the medicine into her mouth and handed her the water to finish off. It wasn’t that she didn’t love Steve; oh no, she absolutely adored her father almost more than anything, but she loved you too. She was used to having both of you around. 

“Me too,” he agreed, “I talked to Mommy while you were sleeping and she said to tell you hello and that she loves you. But she’ll be home soon.”

“Good,” she gave him a firm little nod, “can we have dino nuggets later?”

He couldn’t help but laugh at her lightly before kissing the side of her head, “we’ll see, Cami. Right now I want you to try and get some sleep, okay? Once you’re up we can see about getting some nuggets and a nice warm bath.”

“Will you stay with me?” she looked at him with big, soft doe eyes and he nodded. As if there was anywhere he would rather be. 

“I will,” he helped to tuck her back under the covers, making sure Peter was with her, “I’m going to grab a few more blankets and I’ll be right back.”

She was already fast asleep by the time Steve made it back with a new load of blankets. He bundled her up as best as he could, hoping her fever would break soon. All he could do was keep an eye on her wait. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The next two days passed in a much smoother manner than that first night. Cami was about to sleep off her fever and slowly began to feel better with each passing hour. Of course, it probably didn’t hurt that he was indulging her every whim and fancy to the best of his ability. He wouldn’t call his daughter spoiled…she just wasn’t told no very often. But on the flipside, she rarely asked for things and was always polite and kind to everyone. She was a good kid, after all.

But that didn’t mean that he wasn’t more than ready for you to come home. He was practically counting down the hours - you were too. You’d been a little sneaky and told him that you’d be home a few hours later than you really would be, wanting to come home and surprise the two of you. 

When you did, when you finally made it home and let yourself into the house as quietly as you could, you found the two of them at the kitchen table, eating exactly what you expected - man n cheese and dinosaur nuggets. It was such a simple but beautiful sight that melted your heart.

“Hello my loves,” you whispered as you set your bag down. Both of them turned to look at you, eyes widening in excitement before rushing over to you. 

“Mommy!” 

“Sweetheart,” felt a small pair of arms wrapped around your legs and another pair of arms around your shoulders as your two favorite people enveloped you with love, “you’re home early!”

“Surprise,” you leaned in and kissed him softly, wishing you could have more, more, more but remembering that your daughter was still right there. You’d have all the time with him later, “I love you.”

“I love you,” he whispered in return before picking up Cami and balancing her on his hip so she could get a kiss too. You brushed her rogue, wild curls out of her face before pressing big kisses to her cheeks.

“Hi Cami girl,” she looked so happy to see it that it made your heart melt, “I’m so glad you’re feeling better. Daddy took good care of you, huh?”

“Mhmm,” she grinned happily, “we even got to stay up and watch princess movies!”

“Oh you did, huh?” you looked at your husband, who gave you a sheepish smile accompanied with a shrug that said what can you do? You touched his cheek affectionately, “I’m glad you’re feeling better, my little love, and I’m glad you took such good care of her, my love.”

“Do you want some nuggies, Mommy?” she asked excitedly and you couldn’t turn down that adorable face, “we made lots!’

“I couldn’t think of anything better.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Steve was already in bed, eagerly waiting for you as you finished your little night time routine. He hadn’t realized just how much he’d miss just sleeping next to you. But then you appeared, all big smiles, soft eyes, and cozy pajamas that consisted of a pair of old shorts and one of his sweaters. It was easily his favorite sight in the entire world. 

“You’re so beautiful,” you playfully rolled your eyes before walking over to him, taking the outstretched hand that he offered you. He threaded your fingers together before pulling you into his lap. He leaned against the headboard as you straddled his waist and rested against his bent legs, “god, I missed you so much. And you were only gone for three days.”

“I missed you too,” you admitted, reaching over and gently tracing along some of his freckles. You liked mapping them out with your fingers, and even more so with your lips, “next time there’s a conference or anything that requires me to be gone, I’m bringing you both.”

“Same here,” he laughed softly, taking your hand and bringing your hand to his lips and reverently kissing your palm, “three days was too long.”

“But at least I know that the two of you are able to survive without me,” you teased and a pretty flush of pink rose up in his cheeks, “you did great, Stevie. Seriously.”

“I will admit that I was a little nervous,” he confessed quietly as you giggled at him, “it’s a lot of pressure taking care of a young, sick kid on your own!”

“I know,” you acknowledged, “but you did wonderfully.”

He hummed in content as the two of you looked at each all starred-eyed before exchanging soft, sweet kisses. He pulled back after a few moments and you could see that there was something on his mind. You tutted lightly before putting a finger under his chin and turning his face up to yours, “I’ve been thinking…”

“Uh oh..”

“Hey,” he gently squeezed your side as you squirmed in grasp, “Cami’s in preschool now, and we’ve discovered that I can manage a kid on my own for days…I-I guess I’m just kind of wondering what your thoughts are about trying for that second kid?”

Your face lit up and Steve took that as a good sign. You were silent for a moment before reaching for his hand and settling it on your tummy, “how about in like seven months?”

“Oh,” his eyebrows rose in confusion. It took him a second to process but he nodded; it was you that was doing all the hard work realistically. He could easily hold off on trying for a while, “okay, angel. We’ll start trying in the new year.”

“Stevie,” you were laughing now; he was so smart and so wonderful, but he was so oblivious at times, “I didn’t mean…waiting. I meant…how would you feel about meeting your new daughter or son in seven months?”

“I…what?” his mouth opened and closed a few times and then it hit him, “you’re pregnant?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed softly and his whole expression practically melted into heart eyes and a big lovesick smile, “I found out a few weeks ago…I’ve just been wanting for the perfect opportunity to tell you. And I guess now is as good of a time as any. Surprise, my love!”

“Wow,” he exhaled shakily before laughing you into his chest and kissing you softly, “what a perfect surprise. That’s…fuck, that’s wonderful. I love you so much. You, Cami, and the new baby.”

“Blob Harrington number two,” you teased, causing him to groan softly. You’d referred to Cami as Blob throughout most of your pregnancy because she just looks like a blob! He nudged his nose with his before brushing his lips over yours again, “I love you too, Steve. So, so much.”

“Oh my clumsy girl,” affectionate fondness laced his words, “I’m going to be thoroughly outnumbered. Three girls against me? Unfair.”

“How do you know it’s gonna be a girl?”

“I just know,” he insisted cheekily, “it’ll be a girl.”

“Oh,” you stook out your tongue at him, “wanna bet on it? I say it’s a boy.”

“You’re on,” he held out his hand, “it’s a girl. Terms of winning to be determined.”

“Just…don’t ruin it for yourself or me this time,” he had accidentally spilled the beans with Cami, not that you minded, “so no close looks for you at ultrasounds.”

“I’ll accept your terms,” he agreed as you shook his hand, “I love you, angel.”

“I love you more, Steve.”

“Impossible.”

[kiwanopie]

I was super surprised when people were asking for a part two but I have delivert! Not completely sure if I’m acknowledging this plot as canon

Resolution

crime lord!Kiyoomi x reader

cw: mention of a toxic power dynamic, more lore about the reader (kind of), insinuating past thoughts of suicide,

wc: 3.5k

He’s bridging an inhale when he walks in, the smell of tea tree and coconut oil immediately turns his eyes glassy.

It smells like you. Overwhelmingly so, does it smell just as he remembered. To such a degree that it reopens those kindred wounds left by grief and desperation, and bleeds until his mind is all but soaked in thoughts of you again - until it’s all you again. Like where you’ve been. What’s this life you’ve cooked up without him? Why did you leave and take his heart with you? Kiyoomi doesn’t know whether to be furious or confused, so he splits the difference and settles for overwhelmed.

The apartment looks like something you’d like. Quaint little thing, but you’re all over it; and just that could make a shack feel like a bel air mansion. Little paintings and mounted instruments, framed posters that point him down the hall. Discarded house shoes sit haphazardly near the dinner table that are reminiscent of old habits. Like putting the honey where you can see it, leaving dishes in the drying rack, or leaving the bedroom door cracked whenever you’re not home.

The barrage of familiarity hits him like a freight train when he enters your bedroom.

It immediately turns him pink. Hot under the eyes carnation that stings as much as the reassurance soothes. If the front of the home were trace remnants of you then this is you all but laid out for him. To the wall paint to the decorative pieces, fairy lights that twinkle in your absence. It’s a reminder, all at once. That’s you’re alive, that you’re living, and that you’re still you; that you’re still his.

Kiyoomi takes a seat on the plush mattress and grabs one of your pillows. Suit jacket crinkling as he lifts it up to his nose and takes a big whiff - he ignores the fresh wet stains as he pulls it back for another look.

He’s holding the flowery little ball of cotton up to his chest when he hears the front door click open.

Those quiet footsteps make him furrow until there’s a voice accompanying it.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just came straight home after the conference. I’m gonna make a protein shake and then barricade myself in my room.”

He’s immediately holding back a sob.

It’s you. God, it’s you. It’s you. “I’m fine! I’m-… I was just really frazzled yesterday and I spoke without thinking. I’m not a danger to myself.”

He hears the telltale sound of house keys clicking against glass tabling as you move for the kitchen. “Well, why did you even bother asking?”

You sigh and Kiyoomi can almost see the pout on your face. This has all gotten so surreal that he’s frozen in place. Staring at the door like a locked up cat and trying his best to maintain his composure. “Well, text me when you’re on your way. So I’ll know it’s you who’s at the door.”

“A’right,” You clink a few pieces of silverware. “Okay, see you then, Tooru-kun.”

Tooru-kun.

He shouldn’t feel so nauseated hearing another man’s name come out your mouth.

Your footsteps interchange as you pad through the apartment, amplify and lessen as you move from room to room. Your bare feet make dull thumps against the solid wood following the hallway - a door opens. You mumble something under your breath as you toe into a further room, and then exhale as you exit.

You’re walking toward your bedroom.

Kiyoomi’s breaths are shallow as you come nearer. He doesn’t dare to move a muscle.

You open the door.

You stare at each other.

You don't know when your room suddenly became so airless. You don't know when your apartment building lifted off its hedges and floated off into space, when the walls started moving, or when you stopped producing spit in your mouth. - You just know that everything is going too fast and then not at all. Your little sundress feels like string, your skin feels thin and papery, just seeing him in here has you throbbing like an open wound. Stinging. Your heart is beating into your chest so hard you can hear it in your ears. Your fingers twitch. You feel like you should be making a run for it but you’re welded into the ground. The pillow in his hands feels completely removed from the black hole that is him and that is turning your little safe haven into fragmented pieces. He’s looking at you and it's overbearing - already you feel like a pinched nerve. There’s nothing you can do to escape and just the thought of that makes you feel like your ribs are breaking.

He’s been crying.

He’s been crying so much that his skin looks pale, much in comparison to the deep raw spots that turn the bottoms of his eyes boysenberry. He’s lost a few noticeable pounds. There’s scabbing left on some of his knuckles but that’s not what’s new, it’s that he’s been clearly picking with them, out of some new nervous habit or just to feel the sting; but he’s clearly been disturbed in their time apart. Grieving and falling apart. He looks like a victim. You could say there’s some irony in that.

Kiyoomi’s eyebrows twitch. They furrow and then they’re neutral again. He’s in such an internal struggle to find an appropriate reaction that his face can barely keep up. But residentially he’s dumbstruck. Slowly stepping into motion as your strings pull taut and every bit by bit gets faster.

And more desperate.

He’s pulling you in his arms before he knows what to do with himself.

Your body goes limp as his arms cage around you. He’s hugging you like it’s the only thing that’ll keep you solid, and real, - and alive. Even when your heart jackrabbits he can only be thankful that it’s around to hear. He digs his nose in your hair and breathes it in till his lungs ache. Your stray hairs catch softly on his lips as he cranes his head to scatter desperate kisses on anything they can land on. You’re here. In his arms again and warm with blood and beating arteries. He can feel your chest expand every time you inhale, hear your breaths when you blow them out of your nose. You’re real. You’re real. And you’re all his again. In his arms where you belong and he’s gonna do everything in his power to keep that true.

Kiyoomi’s voice is cushioned by the top of your scalp as he speaks, it smooths out the little warble in his words. “Oh god… Where have you been…”

“How could you do something like this to me? What…” He shutters. His tears are wetting your hair. “…I thought you were dead… I thought you were gone…”

You meekly push against his stomach when his hold starts to make it hard to breathe. “I love you so much… I love you so much… I love you. I love you. Please, god… Please… I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t-… I can’t go through that again. You can’t do this again, it’ll kill me. It’ll-“

Kiyoomi’s body heaves forward as he tries not to openly sob. He expands and then tightens all over again. He’s cradling you so desperately that it muses your hair out of place. He’s groveling.

“…I’ll do anything. Anything. Whatever it is… I just… Not this,” He sniffles. “Anything but this. - Anything but this. I’m not… I won’t make it a second time,”

Kiyoomi avows and your blood runs cold. “I won’t. I won’t. This won’t happen a second time. I’ll burn this whole fucking nation to the ground if I have to, do you hear me? I won’t lose you again.”

“K-… Kiyoomi…”

The sound of his name on your lips turns him spongy.

Kiyoomi hiccups into your hair. “Fuck…Fuck..!”

————

You haven’t slept like this in a while.

If there’s one good thing about his poisons it’s that the residual effects don’t linger. You’ve kept your tolerance to the nausea thankfully enough. Vertigo that the sedative induces only happens in split second intervals, it’s only a few blinks till it’s gone. And all that’s left to deal with is the muscular lethargy, temporary at least, but it feels like you’re being weighed down by bell bars. You’ve always hated waking up like this.

You raise on your elbow to push the stray hairs out of your face, he’s already sitting you a cup of coffee on the bedside table.

You lay again on your back with a long sigh. Everything’s still the same. Same light vanilla smell, cologne on the blankets, same plush fabric - so preserved it feels new. You’d almost say he was the same Kiyoomi, if not for the new bags under his eyes.

You count his tousled curls in the ceiling mirror as he sits on the bed beside you. His palms are hot to the touch as he rests one on your naked leg.

His thumb draw’s circles. “Explain.”

You blow out a quiet sigh. You haven’t had to tell this old story in a few years. You hope you still remember the fine details.

“…Gesethame scouts used an emp to disengage my tracker while I was walking around the venue. I didn’t even notice until I heard the car blow up.”

Kiyoomi nods. “Why didn’t you come back to me when the smoke cleared?”

Not like any of this was entirely willing. “They were already waiting for me when I caught my bearings. My director was already there.”

“She…” You swallow. “She never knew that the two of us were… together. And when she found out she immediately disapproved. She said that I had wasted the freedom she gave me. Threw back in her face… So, she gave me two choices,”

Kiyoomi stares into his coffee cup. “Resume my position as a scout and renew my elite status. I'd be working the same contracts under my old alias, she’d still be my director, we’d pretend to like none of this happened,”

“Or, I gamble. I make myself useful and try for power, maybe become an asset. She’ll let me have that freedom if it’s on a leash.”

“But- And this is a big but,” You breathe. “If she ever thinks that I’m living my life and using my borrowed freedom in a way that she deems is insufficient, she takes it back and I have no choices. I work for her, I don’t complain, I don’t so much as wipe my ass without her saying so.”

“So you chose politics?” Kiyoomi furrows.

“I stumbled upon it. Before you and I met I was friends with this guy whose father was a big part of national access. When I popped up in the same neighborhood again he sought me out. He said that the local government was looking for new perspectives, that his dad could get me in. That my “worldliness” qualified as experience,”

“It wasn’t hard to get in. Even if I wasn’t seasoned.” You close your eyes. “His dad guards the prime minister.”

You can almost hear Kiyoomi start to clench his teeth.

“I was graded in the upper house, so I’m probably in their system. I suppose that’s how you found my address.”

“Your director’s blackmailing those people, you know. Those same people used to work for me.”

That ties a little knot in your throat. “Huh.”

Kiyoomi takes in a wide breath through his nose and blows it out slowly. His broad back makes shadows in the morning light from where you’re laying, thin cotton turning eggshell in the sun rays. He slept in his clothes from yesterday, you notice. Kiyoomi doesn’t usually touch the furniture before jumping into a hot shower, you know he gets itchy if he’s in the same thing for too long. - But telling by his dark eyes and pale cheeks, slow movements that stutter as they rise; you can tell he’s tired. That he’s been tired, and that these last few years have been torture for him.

You hate how much seeing him like this makes your heart ache. You hate that in the time that you’ve been gone you’ve missed him dearly.

He shakes his head. “I could’ve saved you. You could’ve come to me, I wouldn’t have let her touch you.”

“You don’t know my director.” You whisper. “You don’t know what she’d do just to get the things she’s owed. I wouldn’t have wanted you to get hurt in the process.”

And even though you’re buttering him up you mean it to a large extent. Long gone are the days you wanted him bleeding, dead, or worse. Long is the time you’ve spent reflecting on your time with him, on your feelings for him, on your feelings for the whole situation in general. You wanted a choice. It’s what you’ve always wanted. And you can’t be blamed for getting out of one inescapable situation into another, and then resenting that. But Kiyoomi at the very least had your best interests at heart. Loved you and meant it when he said he did. Never hurt you, never intentionally put you in harm’s way. Sure, he took away your autonomy. But it’s better to be owned and cared for than to be used up until you’re no more.

He promised that he couldn’t live without you. Gave you his heart and trusted that you’ll keep it within reach. In the time you’ve been gone you can see that he’s neither lived nor loved. There's reassurance in that.

The bed mumbles as you lift yourself off your back, the mattress gives under your knees. You watch him goosebump as you crawl toward him, and melt completely when your arms wrap around his waist.

“I’m sorry.” You murmur against his back. “You don’t deserve what grief has done to you.”

Kiyoomi feels hot behind the eyes.

“I missed you so much I wanted to die.” He holds his hand over yours. “I considered it a lot. Just leaving and being with you.”

You coax his fingers into yours.

“I never got rid of your name.” You whisper. “It was a bitch to get it expunged from my records but it’s still on my license. I still called myself a Sakusa.”

You press a warm kiss to his shoulder. “I’m still your wife.”

He feels like he’s dreaming.

———

Tooru furrows at his phone.

Cutie pie: btw i just got It Takes Two on digital! im gonna set everything up for when u get here so we can play!

Tooru: How fun!! Can’t wait to be bad at it!

Tooru: hi:) open up! i will literally scream if this dinner gets cold

Tooru: Yellow? I’m here!!!

Tooru: Cutie?

He spams the doorbell a fifth time. Where the hell are you?

Tooru takes a long thoughtful moment to stare at your front door before he’s placing the bag of Onigiri and his feet. And for a split second he debates if his concern is worth coming off like a pervert. But he decides to squint in your peephole anyway. Lowering his neck as he cups his hands over the little glass, he sees nothing but the beginnings of your living room and the faint glow of your hallway light. He pulls away with a grimace. He knows your roommate won’t be home for the next six or so hours, and that the last time you two spoke you were settling yourself at home after that procedure conference. He ducks for the bag again. Maybe you have your headphones on?

Tooru pulls the backup key out of a bush of thistle on his way up.

The apartment is silent when he opens the door, soundless as he slides his shoes off. Not even the hum of a running heating unit can be heard as he walks further in, which is odd, because despite the way you carry yourself - You always make sure to keep the apartment toasty in these early winter months. You wore a sundress today. Complained that you were cold and then rolled your eyes when Tooru called you stupid for dressing like it’s May. But he gave you his jacket anyway. He glances at the coat rack. It’s not there.

Did you leave? “Sunshine?”

No response.

He furrows.

It’s not like you to just ditch him without saying anything. Maybe you assumed he’d come in anyway? You still wouldn’t leave without saying anything. Your house shoes are still half flipped over under the dining table, hallway lights set dim in the hallway. He knows you were here recently but, wouldn’t he have passed by you at some point?

Tooru gets to your door and twists the handle, it opens with a neat click.

“Pretty? Are you in the bathroom?” He sets the bag on your bed. The bathroom door is slightly open but he doesn’t see any shadows moving. Something about this doesn’t feel right.

He takes a deep breath in through his nose. You wouldn’t do anything stupid to yourself, would you? No. No, that shouldn’t be his first thought. He knows you’ve been all wound up since this whole thing with your old boss and the Sakusa corporation. That you’ve been jumpy and nervous and saying things out of fear, but he doesn’t think you’ll hurt yourself. He trusts you when you say you were only speaking without thinking.

But even still he pushes the bathroom door open without so much as knocking. “_____?”

Not in here.

He peers at your box of hair care products and finds that none of them have even been touched yet. The floor is still dry, the tub hasn’t been touched, the lotion is still where you keep it. Not even a hair tie has been left out of place. He knows you’ve been here? He heard you walk through the door. What, did you walk in and walk right back out?

Tooru trots through your bedroom down to your roommates. He knows that he should at least knock before barging into someone else’s room but he’s currently trying to talk himself out of a crisis. I mean, there’s no reason to panic. You probably forgot something and went out to get it again. Probably thought you’d be back before he got here. Come to think of it, he didn’t even check to see if your shoes were in the genkan.

He exhales. Not in here either.

His eyes catch something before he backs out of the room.

“She didn’t…?” There’s a PlayStation unplugged and sitting on the counter.

He jogs to your bedroom to gather his phone, already pushing your contact and pressing the phone to his head before it can even ring.

The dial tone bristles for a complete minute.

“03-3715-4893 is not available to take your call. Please leave a message after the tone.”

Tooru kisses his teeth and tries again.

“03-3715-4893 is not available to take your call. Please leave a message after the tone.”

Again.

“03-3715-4893 is not available to take your call. Please leave a message after the tone.”

And again.

“03-3715-4893 is not available to take your call. Please leave a message after the tone.”

“What the fuck?”

His fingers messily fumble against his phone as the dial tone rings over the speaker. All but swallowed by the silence of the apartment, the empty air, and your pastel walls. He doesn’t know what’s gotten louder at this point, his breaths or his heart. He just hopes to god that this cold sweat is for nothing, and that he’s panicking over something small.

You probably left to go to the store.

You’re probably in the parking lot.

You’re probably already making your way up the stairs.

Tooru: Where are you? I’m seriously getting worried

Tooru: Did you go to the store or something? Wherethe hell are you?

The texts are sent with a silent vibration. He’s speaking into the room as it delivers.

“_____, sweetheart, it’s Tooru. Where are you?” He paces around the room. “I texted you almost… an hour ago and said I was here. Did you go out again? I see that you didn’t plug up the PlayStation like you said and I’m worried something might’ve happened. Is your phone dead or something? If you’re not here by seven I’m gonna start looking for you.”

Tooru sighs a little exasperatedly. “Just text me and tell me you’re okay if nothing else. I won’t be mad if you-“

Tooru’s eyes catch something on the bed.

He pauses as he inches towards it, bristles and stiffens like a frightened cat. His eyes scour it like it’s something else, like it should be something else. Traces the zipper, the writing on the sleeve. Pale whites and water blues that are still haughty in the falling sun, still unshrouded by dusk but the more he looks over it the more he feels crowded in a casted shadow.

It has to be something else.

He moves the bag of Onigiri aside and blanches.

It’s his jacket.

He nearly jumps when his phone vibrates in his hand.

Cutie pie: I went to the market! Can we hang out another time maybe?

Tooru: Who the hell is this?

The texting bubble shakes.

And then it stops.

“You can no longer direct message this contact.”

Tooru feels his heart sink.

[thewriterg]

♡︎𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞♡︎

pairing(s): Spencer Reid x gn!reader, Spencer Reid x assassin!reader

summary: You usually kept quiet in a lot of situations so everyone knew to steer and let Spencer do his job when you started to get irritable at the fact your holiday leave was cut short but in the end he does what a doctor does best make it all better

word count: 750+

warning(s): Reader is Sleep deprived and a grumpy ass hole, kisses, cuddles, pet names, and language

A/n:—GIF; @merriell— You guys are getting two fics today because food poisoning seems to love me 😊

You were more grumpy today then normal and everyone steered clear of you since you walked into the BAU twenty minutes late and even Hotch knew that it wasn't the day to bitch at you declaring that you would just have to go over the case on the jet

You had worked a hard year and you and the team had finally got assigned on your holiday leave around this time of year crime got low other than robbery that lower rank detectives and police officers were perfectly capable of solving on their own

So four days into your break you didn't expect to hear the screeching ringtone of your work phone that you had tucked away in your bedside table at 6:30 in the morning with Rossi's gruff voice in your ear about having a case in Ohio you wanted to tear your hair out of your scalp

So four days into your break you didn't expect to hear the screeching ringtone of your work phone that you had tucked away in your bedside table at 6:30 in the morning with Rossi's gruff voice in your ear about having a case in Ohio you wanted to tear your hair out of your scalp

“Allright, wheels up in ten” Hotch stated into the silence of the conference room before exiting a steel thermos in his hand on his way to get another cup you assumed and without looking around the room you could still sense the awkward tension you were a high rank detective and an assassin for majority of your life for crying out loud

You stood suddenly from your seat the chair pushing back its wheels rolling in all different types of directions as you exited the room just as Hotch had meer minutes before Spencer wanted to go after you without a second thought but before he could Hotch was back rushing the team to the jet

You laid against the leather couch tossing and turning against the surface all attempts to get an extra hour of sleep out the window as you just irritably sighed staring at the back couch cushions your back turned to the rest of the jet

“Hey honey, you alright what’s going on?” Spencer question deep concern littering his speech and the tone of your boyfriend’s voice could make you cry

“I’m just… I’m just really tired and frustrated” Your voice didn’t go over a mumble and Spencer not plucking with his luck decided he would just have to toon the the rest of the world out and focus on the words that spilled from your lips

“C-can I try something? It’s a remedy my mom used to do for me when I was younger and couldn’t sleep” Your eyebrows furrowed only in the slightest was something you did when you were contemplating something or trying to think quick on your feet

Instead of talking you just scooted towards the back of the couch and the doctor was quick to take a quarter of the half couch deciding something more comfortable and compatible for you both the brunette took his hand underneath one of your armpits as if you were an I can’t he were picking up to sit on his hip and guided you to his chest scooting over to the now empty space

Before you could even register what was happening Spencer’s hands found their way to your warm body and it sent a small frown to his face. Who would be able to sleep if they were that warm?

They weren’t like ice cycles that migrated on the roof of your house but they were cool like the slight breeze of your cracked window as you slept The pad of his thumb met with the skin of your nose as he traced the slight curve of it before moving to your jawline, then a little under your eye socket, the curve of your chin and finally back to your nose

The touch grounded you in a way, it made you focus, redirected your train of thought. Your eyes watered from the exhaustion beginning to burn the longer you kept them open

“Go to sleep dove, I got you I promise” That melted right through the ice of your heart as your began to blink your burning tears away closing your eyes letting the soft touches on your face re-guide your focus Spencer started humming random Christmas songs lowly in your ear and you and him both knew you were a goner

The team took small lingering gazes at you both relieved and all around amazed. How the brunette could calm you down in a second from your most unethical high was still a case they couldn’t solve for themselves but they let it go untouched respectfully.

[specialagentlokitty]

Loki x reader - the time together

hi! it's me again, the person that keeps requesting crossovers (ilysm for them by the way they keel my heart fed 😭). could i request a daughter of hades!reader x loki fic where they spent time together in Tartarus and thought that the other had died only to be reunited in an avenger's meeting? (hope this makes sense!) - Anon💜

Yawning, you padded through the hallway, from one patch of shadows to another, only to let out an annoyed groan as you found yourself still there.

“We’ve put measures in place to make sure you can’t just wonder in.”

You turned around, narrowing your eyes a little bit.

“Then don’t call me here, I dislike walking Fury, you know this.”

You made your way over to him, giving him a little smile.

“It’s been a while.”

“You said you didn’t want to be involved, so I tried to leave you out of everything.”

“I know, thank you. Must be serious if you brought me here now.”

“We just need you to consult on something, if it’s not mythology related we can handle it, if it is, we may need your help.”

“That’s fine, just show me what it is and tell me whatever it is you know.”

He led you through to a conference room and walked over to the table, setting some files and papers out and bringing something up on a holographic wall.

You looked over the video, furrowing your brows a little bit.

“Yeah, it’s one of ours. But it shouldn’t be behaving like this, generally Skeltons are weak and don’t leave the underworld.”

“It’s not just that, there’s more.”

He showed you more, and you carried on watching.

While you were watching, your noticed some people come in, but you didn’t really pay attention to them as you carried on watching them.

“It looks like like there’s something wrong in the underworld.”

“Can’t your just speak to your dad?”

You shook your head and glanced up at Clint before looking back down.

“No, after what happened he isn’t letting me back. I can try ask my brother, maybe he’ll know what’s going on.”

“Is it all Greek mythology related?” Tony asked.

You slowly nodded, skimming through the pictures and reports.

The door opened and closed again, and you set some papers down, paying more attention to the holographic footage in front of you.

They were all discussing what was currently going on, and you were analysing ever second of the footage, seeing if anything was being missed.

“Impossible…”

You snapped your head up at the voice, staring at him in disbelief.

Everybody was too busy to pay attention, and you slowly walked over, taking the man into the hallway and closing the door.

“You died..” you whispered.

“No, I found a way out. I tried to come and find you but you were gone.”

You stared at him in pure shock, and he did the same.

“This can’t be real..”

“It is, I assure you. No tricks.”

You touched his arm.

“Loki you shouldn’t have been able to get out…”

You narrowed his eyes a little bit.

“You aren’t pleased I did?”

“Of course I am, you didn’t deserve to be there Loki. But Tartarus is supposed to be secure, nothing should get out.”

“How did you get out?” He asked.

“My father, I asked him to get you but you were gone. I thought something had killed you…”

Walking over, you hugged him softly and he smiled softly, giving you a gently hug back.

He took a small breath.

“I’m glad you’re okay..”

“As am I.” He responded.

You let go of the hug and you glanced at the door before turning back to him.

“Perhaps I can be of assistance?”

You smiled at him, nodding your head.

Loki had always been a huge help when you two were trapped together.

So you knew despite the fact that he was a trickster and he tricked everybody, but after being stuck together in such a place you had to build trust.

And you still trusted one another.

So, you walked back into the room with him and showed him a few papers, and you began sharing some ideas.

“I need to see my brother, can you take me?”

“Yes.”

You turned to Fury who narrowed his eyes at you.

“Watch him.”

“I will.”

With that, loki placed his hand on your shoulder and you two were out of the building and somewhere else.

“You know how to find him.”

“Right of course.”

Looking at Loki, you spun around and jumped into his arms making him laugh a little bit.

“You really missed me.”

“Of course I did moron.”

He laughed again, and hugged you back as well.

What nobody knew is that for years you two were down there you had formed a close bond, almost as falling into a relationship.

You had missed him, and you wanted to be sure that the pair of you would never be part again.

And he was going to do the same, because in his time down there with you he had learned a lot, and he wanted to stay with you, after everything you had been through

[kryptonitejelly]

Inspired by this picture basically. In my mind, this is flyboy!Jake, because he is easy and my comfort character - but you can imagine him / read him as any Jake tbh. Credits to @lostinthefandoms11 for indulging my ideas that the slew of pictures from Glen’s sister’s ig has spawned.

-

You are seated at one of the two chairs in front of the teacher’s table, nodding lightly, lips moving as you both exchange the necessary pleasantries while waiting for Jake to start the session. He had texted you just a minute ago - In the parking lot, see you soon - so you had both decided to wait, rather than begin, after all, you were both her last parent-teacher conference for the day.

Both your heads, you and Ms McKenzie’s, snap towards the door as it creaks open. Jake pokes his head in first, eyes darting around the room, only settling when they find you. You see the sparkle in his greens, the crinkle in the skin beside his eyes before a smile slips onto his lips.

“Sorry I’m late,” he says, voice kept more neutral, further away from his usual drawl because of the setting.

“No worries Mr Seresin,” Ms McKenzie’s voice floats into the air, just that bit breathier and a pitch higher than she had it when speaking to you. You hear the slightest hitch in her breathe as Jake flashes her a polite smile, the rest of his body stepping into the classroom. You really can’t blame her - he looks delightful, hair damp, bits of it casually sticking out from having run a towel over and his fingers through quickly, dark casual button up with just that one button too much open, paired with a set of form fitting dark jeans.

Jake makes his way towards you both, but he doesn’t sit immediately. He reaches for you first to place a hand on the backing of your chair, fingers gently brushing your back as he leans down to kiss you hello. It is a quick kiss on your lips, but something that manages to feel way too intimate with just one other person seated across the table, her gaze directly on you both. Your smile grows the moment your lips meet his. Jake sits, keeping his hand anchored on the back of your chair, and you slide your hand to come to a loose rest on his jean clad thigh. There is a scraping sound against the floor as Jake drags yours chair just that few inches closer towards him. The classroom and teacher in front of him weren’t going to stop Jake Seresin from being him.

His movement is so natural, but Ms McKenzie’s gaze moves along with your chair. Her gaze dips to the hand which you hand which you have on Jake’s thigh and you see the flutter of a frown cross her features. You aren’t the only one who sees it, judging by the shift of Jake’s leg which deliberately drops your hand further down his inner thigh. You find yourself stifling a chuckle as you feel the pads of Jake’s fingers massage your back gently.

“So, you were saying Ms McKenzie?” Jake cuts the silence and her frown, his interjection making the teacher clear her throat hurriedly as she busies herself with picking up the sheets of paper she has in front of her.

“Ye-yes, as I was saying…”

-

“So,” you wait until you hear the click of the classroom door close behind the both of you before you continue, “Mr Seresin,” you say while batting your eyes at Jake.

It makes him grin, with a slightly raised brow before he takes a step froward in a singular, smooth motion, his body pivoting to press you against the wall of the empty hallway. Your back lands against the cool wall, Jake’s hands slipping onto your waist, and your hands going instinctively up his chest.

“I see my wife has decided to amuse herself by mocking me,” Jake states, his lips skimming across your cheekbone, kissing their way behind your ear, and against the column of your neck.

It makes you chuckle as you tilt your head ever so slightly to allow Jake’s lips better access - married, children under both your belts, and you both are still unable to keep your hands off each other.

Jake brings his head up from pressing a kiss to your neck and you let your lips meet him in hello, properly greeting him for the first time today. He had left too early for base in the morning for you to have caught him.

“One of my most enjoyable hobbies,” you say, between the first kiss and the second which Jake goes in for without hesitation. “You know she wants you to coach the soccer team because she’ll get to spend more time with you, don’t you?”

You tease as Jake presses his body more firmly into yours, his hand skimming from your waist and up your side before it comes to cup the side of your face, his fingers slotting themselves through your hair behind your ear, massaging gently as you lean into his touch; you let your hand drops to his front.

“And I said no because I much rather spend that time with my wife.”

“Is that so,” you hum in response, your hands pressing against his abdomen. After years and children later, Jake still boasted an impressive physique, less lean than he had been years ago, and slightly thicker, but no less attractive.

“Affirmative M’am,” Jake cocks to his head to a side a lazy grin on his features.

“And if your little gremlin was any less of a monster on the soccer field than she is now?” You ask, picking up the nickname you both had for your youngest daughter. Jake was competitive, and you knew part of the reason he said no to coaching, the first being Ms McKenzie’s obvious attraction, was that there really was no need - not with the absolutely fiend your youngest was on the field. All your children had gotten Jake’s athletic ability, but your youngest - well, there was a reason even her grandma had nicknamed her your little terror.

“Well, she gets that from her mother,” Jake says in jest, leaning in to kiss your forehead before moving his lips down to yours again. If anything, she got it from him. This kiss is soft, gentle, drawn out, and he pulls away leaving you wanting more.

“Dinner?” He asks, as he steps away and extends his hand towards you, the knowledge that your children were at home, under the watchful eye of the babysitter. You take it, fingers tangling with Jake’s. Jake loved his children, but without a doubt, his first priority had always been, and was still, you.

“Lead the way Mr Seresin.”

[warlocksass]

All That Glitters

More porn. Enjoy✨

If you enjoy communication and dirty smut, you'll enjoy this. Also supernaturally large cocks. Basically just porn, with some plot padding around it. First time between Dragon and Treasure.

Heads up: NSFW, Explicit sexual content, M/M, Size difference, belly bulge, nipple play, coming untouched, dragon shifter, multiple orgasms, scent kink. Full tags on AO3 Words: 8,469

Sugar

The echoing retreating footsteps of Mx Diamante and Lloyd drove home just how empty the office was. Everyone else was at the event afterparty, but the four of them decided to have a private little celebration instead. 

Now that the two went home it left Jade alone with-

“Refill?” Jade turned to Dragon leaning back against his desk, touching the crystal decanter of whiskey in question. He even tilted his head as he waited for a response. 

Jade looked down at his - almost empty, that's a first- glass of whiskey before deciding against it. 

“No, thank you, I think I've had enough.” He downed the rest of the liquid in one fluid motion feeling it burn down his throat. 

“Did you change the brand? This doesn't taste as bad as it used to.” Jade stepped closer to Dragon, aiming to put his now empty glass down on the - very fancy and most likely solid wood - desk. 

“Have been changing the brands for the past few months, thanks for noticing.” Dragon replied with a smile, his eyes never leaving Jade. “Wanted to see if I could find one you enjoyed.” 

Jade was now standing right in front of him, the distance between them just on the edge of inappropriate with your boss. 

“Well, you did it. How expensive is it?” Jade asked with a grin, getting one right back. 

“Extremely. You have good taste.” 

“I do.” 

Jade put the glass down, leaning close to Dragon and staying there. 

“So tell me, oh great Dragon of the Dark,” Jade suppressed a laugh as Dragon rolled his eyes at his full formal title “Do you want to be left alone?” 

Dragon leaned close to him, still perched at the edge of the table. “By everybody else - yes. By you? Never.” 

Jade felt a shiver run down his spine as Dragon's rumbling voice washed over him. His eyes held promises Jade was very interested in. He didn't bother raising his voice above a low tone. He tilted his head and watched Dragon for a moment. 

“I'm waiting for someone to barge in and ruin the moment.” He grinned and Dragon chuckled. 

It happened less than a week ago, Jade and Dragon were in a very similar, but reversed position, with Dragon advancing on Jade and Jade being very into it. They were extremely close to finally relieving some of the tension between them, both sexual and from planning this stupid event. 

But then the door of the room burst open and the rest of Jade's team walked in and the moment was ruined. 

To be fair, flirting in the middle of a conference room they were using to plan the upcoming fashion show while the rest of the team were out getting coffee was not the smartest decision. So maybe it was good they were interrupted, but Jade still moped for the rest of the day. 

Jade saw Dragon move his hand out of the corner of his eye and then heard the door shut and the lock clicked. His shoulders shook with silent laughter as he leaned in to finally kiss Dragon. 

Jade wrapped his arms around Dragon's neck as he leaned into the kiss. After months of thinking about it, finally getting to taste Dragon was phenomenal. He tilted his head and groaned as Dragon pressed closer and took over the kiss. 

Jade sighed in pleasure as he felt Dragon lick his lips and opened for him. Dragon tasted like the whiskey they were just drinking and Jade was sure that even if he didn't like this bottle, he would have enjoyed the taste on Dragon's tongue. 

Dragon growled as Jade pushed back into the kiss, but allowed Jade's tongue to explore him as well. Jade bit and sucked on Dragon's lower lip before jumping back at the sound of creaking wood. 

He looked around in surprise before realizing that Dragon wasn't holding him, instead his fingers were gripping the solid wood desk he was leaning on. And the wood was starting to crack and break. 

“I- wha- Oh.” He looked back up to see Dragon watching him. “Touch me, Dragon. Please.” 

He was honestly expecting for Dragon's hands to immediately go to his ass. Jade wasn't stupid, he had seen Dragon looking, and even wore a pair of specific pants that made his ass look phenomenal when he knew he was going to see Dragon. 

Something Jade counted as his personal achievement was hearing the glass in Dragon's hand crack that one time Jade bent over the desk to mark something on a coworker’s plans, putting his ass on display. When he turned back, Dragon's hand was empty, but now his personal bar set was lacking a glass. 

So, Jade was expecting Dragon to immediately grip his ass, or maybe to even grab him by the waist and manhandle Jade onto the desk, which he would not be opposed to. 

Instead, he's surprised when gentle hands cradled his face and Dragon dragged him into another kiss. This one less desperate and more about pleasure, their lips moving together as their bodies pressed close. 

Jade groaned and gripped the lapels of Dragon's suit, melting into the kiss. Dragons fingers traced over his cheeks, over his jaw and down his neck, tilting Jades face to slot closer into their kiss. 

Dragon's body was warm and sturdy as Jade pressed close, stepping in between Dragon's spread legs. He let Dragon lick inside his mouth and explore as a shiver ran down his back at the soft growl that rose from Dragon's throat. He could feel Dragon's palms gripping his waist, pressing him impossibly closer. 

Dragon's palms were scorching on his skin, Jade's mesh shirt barely counting as a layer between them. 

Dragon could surely feel the effects of the kiss on Jade as his tight pants got tighter, but Jade could also feel Dragon getting hard in his pants, so at least he wasn't alone in this predicament. 

Dragon bit his bottom lip and broke the kiss, nipping down over Jade's jaw and kissing over his neck. Jade threw his head back in pleasure, giving Dragon more room. 

His hips jumped on a particularly pleasurable bite on his neck and Jade moaned. 

“Let me suck you off.” he still had barely enough control over his voice so it didn't sound like he was begging. Much. 

Dragon chuckled as he kissed over a fresh bite and ground their hips together. 

“I've wanted this for months, there is no way I'm wasting it to get a quick blowjob, as tempting as you are.” Jade was mesmerized by the growling quality Dragon's voice had, especially as he was now whispering directly in his ear while gripping his ass and grinding their hips. 

He whimpered as Dragon continued. “What I want to do is take you home and take you apart on my bed. I want to hear your every moan and whimper as I figure out everything that makes you tick until you can't take it any more and come. And then do it all over again to see how many times you can take. How does that sound, pretty?” 

Jade's head was still reeling at all the possibilities and all he managed to do was enthusiastically nod while shamelessly grinding himself on Dragon's clothed cock. If what he was feeling was right, Jade was in for a great night. 

“I need a verbal response, dear.” Jade could hear the smirk in Dragon's words, his tone almost challenging. 

Jade leaned back so he could look Dragon directly in his eyes and put on his best shy face. Looking up at Dragon through his eyelashes and biting his lip, Jade leaned back in close, stopping short of their lips touching. 

“Oh, Dragon, please take me home. I need to feel you inside me.“ He punctuated his whisper by grinding slowly on Dragon's cock. He took a shuddering gasp before tilting his head and continuing: “Think you can make me come without touching myself? No one's ever managed, but I bet you could.” Another slow roll of his hips accompanied by Dragon's growl and fingers gripping his ass tight enough to leave bruises. 

“Can't wait to feel all of you inside me. I'm a bit of a size queen, but I bet I'll be able to feel your cock in my throat as you fuck me. Are you gonna come inside me? Fill me up and make me smell like you, leave some bruises to mark your territory?” Jade was kind of cheating, he had looked up how dragons were in bed and what usually got them going. 

And it was working wonderfully - Dragon's dark gaze was hot enough to burn and his fingers were gripping Jade desperately, almost like he was afraid Jade would try to move away. 

As if. 

Jade found himself sitting on the desk, their positions reversed with Dragon towering over him before he got kissed senseless. His legs wrapped around Dragon's waist as he moaned into the kiss and gripped Dragon's long dark hair. 

He moved his hips with no shame, not caring if he came in them and ruined them before Dragon grabbed his hips and made him settle down. He looked almost feral as he broke the kiss and licked his lips.

“We're leaving. Now.” Jade grinned and hopped off the desk, more than ready to get naked with this man. 

Dragon led Jade to the elevator with a possessive hand on his back and ushered them in, pressing the button for the underground parking. They didn't talk during the ride down, Dragon just buried his nose in Jade's hair and Jade basked in the gentle attention. 

As soon as the car started and the driver put up the privacy screen Jade was in Dragon's lap. He pressed close, grinding on Dragon's clothed cock and shivered as Dragon gripped his ass and kissed him. 

Dragon kissed with the fierceness his kind were known for, taking anything he wanted without pause. Jade opened his mouth wide and sucked on the tongue exploring his mouth and wondered how it would feel exploring a different part of him. He moaned and ground down on Dragon. 

Jade wrapped his fingers in Dragon's thick hair and kissed back with everything he had as they started moving their hips together. Any longer and Jade would come in his pants like a teenager, but no one could judge him when he had this magnificent man under him. 

As if sensing Jades approaching release, Dragon gripped his hips and made them stop. He pulled back with a grin on his face as Jade practically growled in disappointment. 

“You taste divine, sweetheart. I can't wait to taste all of you.” Dragon punctuated his words by dragging his fingers up Jade's body, over his chest before gripping his chin and making eye contact. “Anything I should avoid doing? “

Jade was speechless for a second, his mind reeling at the question. That was a first. 

“Don't tear my clothes.” 

It was Dragon's turn to be speechless before he laughed. It was a lovely sound, Jade would like to hear it more often. Dragon kissed him tenderly. 

“Of course, I'll be careful. Anything else?” 

“Probably nothing you wouldn't expect. Just what are you planning tonight? Should I be worried?”

He really wasn't worried, Jade would probably be up to anything Dragon suggested at this point, which was probably not healthy, but he wasn't going to think about that. 

Dragon leaned back in the leather seats and looked every bit the powerful creature that he was. A mighty dragon, the owner of several very successful businesses, in a very fancy car that was speeding through the city, with a pretty twink in his lap ready to fulfill his every desire. Jade shivered at the mental image, Dragon was quite the catch. 

“I want to lay you out on my bed and eat you out until you're nice and stretched, hopefully after you've come at least once. Then I want to fuck you with my cock until you can't come anymore, how many times do you think that would take?”

Dragon leaned his head to the side as his eyes roamed all over Jade, as if he was really contemplating his question. 

“At least two times.” Dragon's eyebrows rose up.  

“Think we can do better than that, can't we?” A shiver ran all over Jade at the rumble of Dragon's voice, a threat and a promise at the same time. 

“Can I suck you off at least?” Jade put on his best pleading eyes as he bit his bottom lip. He ran his fingers over Dragon's neck, over his shoulders and splayed them over his chest, leaning on him. He used his legs to lean up and down over Dragon, not grinding, but mimicking the motion of riding his cock.

“I've wanted to kneel for you for months, don't you want that too?” he could feel the hand on his hips tightening, but not stopping him. Jade continued to move, making sure to roll his body in a particularly sinful display, accidentally catching their cocks together and letting out a loud moan as he threw his head back. 

“I want to have beard burn on my thighs by tomorrow, make sure I walk weird for a week so I'm reminded of you every step I take.” Jade ran one of his hands up his own body, fingers catching in the net of his see through shirt, making it ride up just slightly. He sucked on his finger on a particularly sinful roll of his body, making sure to just avoid Dragon's cock tenting his pants. 

At this point he was teasing himself more than he was teasing Dragon. 

Dragon jumped to kiss his exposed neck with fervor, biting and sucking marks into the exposed skin and Jade let out little breathy moans to encourage him. Just as he was about to start grinding their hips again, the car stopped and the driver knocked on the privacy screen. 

He didn't even notice where they were. It looked like any other underground parking, but Jade wasn't paying much attention as Dragon guided him to an elevator. 

Once inside, Dragon swiped a card on the number pad and pressed the top floor. Fancy. 

Jade immediately dragged him into another kiss, almost climbing on him with the need to be closer. Dragon wasn't doing much to dissuade Jade's climbing efforts and even kind of encouraged him by gripping Jade's ass and almost raising him off the floor. 

The elevator finally dinged softly and Jade separated from Dragon to make sure they weren't scandalizing any neighbors. But instead Dragon just put a possessive hand on his lower back and guided them out of the elevator into a hallway with only one set of heavy double doors on it. 

Dragon led them through and Jade only took a glance around the shadowed space before he turned on Dragon and pressed him to the closed front door. 

The kiss they shared was the filthiest so far and Jade couldn't stop the noises he made if he wanted to. He didn't want to anyways. 

With a bite on Dragon's lower lip Jade started making his way down his chin and neck with little bites and kisses. His fingers expertly unbuttoned Dragon's dress shirt as his mouth kept wandering south before finally Jade was on his knees in front of Dragon. 

He was so focused on getting to his knees that he didn't even notice that several lights illuminated the space around them, making it easier to see. Jade was glad for it once he turned his gaze away from Dragon's dark eyes to what was in front of him. 

The bulge in front of him was sizeable, but Jade never backed down from a challenge. He pressed his lips to the clothed cock while looking back up at Dragon, who was watching him so intently his eyes looked entirely black. 

Jade focused on the task in front of him and quickly undid the leather belt and unbuttoned the dress pants, opening them only enough to get closer to Dragon's straining cock. With only the underwear separating him from his goal, Jade licked over Dragon and moaned at the heat coming off him. 

Dragon tensed and groaned, but never stopped him. He just put his hands in Jade's hair, not to control him, but just to keep them there. The light scratching of his fingers felt really nice, actually. 

Slowly Jade peeled the underwear off Dragon until his cock sprang free. It was so big and lovely Jade almost fell in love. He didn't know if Dragon being circumcised was a cultural thing for dragons, but Jade wasn't about to ask. 

He wrapped his hand around Dragon's cock, his fingers barely touching and kissed the sensitive head. Dragon tensed, but his hips didn't twitch, Jade kind of wanted to see what it would take to make him lose control. 

His hand at the base of the lovely cock, Jade slowly licked the head, gathering the precum already forming there with a satisfied moan. 

“Fuck. Yes. I want this whole thing inside of me.” Dragon groaned and Jade could hear a soft thud as he leaned his head back, but he was too focused on the cock to look up. 

He started moving his hand slowly, exploring with the grip tightness and speed before he found a rhythm that made Dragon swear. He kept licking the fat head, letting saliva drip down the shaft to ease the movements of his hand. 

Jade licked down the shaft, memorizing the vein bulging on the underside before kissing back up and sucking the tip in his mouth. Dragon swore again and the fingers in his hair tightened. 

Jade started moving in earnest, moving his hand at a steady pace and bobbing his mouth over what he could fit inside. Slowly he got into the rhythm and started sucking Dragon deeper, getting more into his mouth before the head finally touched the back of his tongue. There was still a good bit of cock left, his hand still gripping the base. 

It looked like Jade would have to remember how to deepthroat if he ever wanted to get the whole glorious thing inside him. He was about to start now, before Dragon growled and gripped his hair, stilling his head. 

“Careful, don't want you going too far too fast.” He let Jade pull off and look up at him, the grip on his head firm, but not controlling. 

“Careful isn't fun.” Jade was about to go back to enjoying himself before Dragon pulled him up, picked him up so his legs were wrapped around his waist, and carried him off deeper into the apartment. 

“Stop pouting, you'll get to have your fun, I would just rather not ruin tonight by getting you hurt, don't you think?” Dragon was speaking directly into Jade's ear as Jade watched the walls pass around him. He would never find his way to the bedroom on his own. 

“I'm not pouting.” He definitely was. 

Dragon opened a set of heavy doors before walking into a dim room. Jade couldn't make out too much with the lights from the window. 

A collection of candles scattered around the room lit up with an array of multicolored lights, illuminating the space just enough for Jade to make out what was happening. He didn't pay much attention to the room when he had Dragon's hot body pressed against him and could still feel that glorious cock poking at his backside as he was carried. 

Jade found himself carefully deposited on a luxurious bed, looking up at Dragon. He got to enjoy the show as Dragon finished undressing, throwing his clothes carelessly on the floor, and stood gloriously naked in front of him. Jade knew exactly what those clothes cost and would have protested, but he had more pressing things right now. 

He really was a marvel to look at, with a sculpted wide chest and a dark happy trail leading down to his straining cock. Dragon gripped it and gave a few demonstrative tugs, gathering the precum on his fingers before kneeling on the bed over Jade and offering them to him. 

Jade took the fingers in his mouth and sucked, eyes never leaving Dragon's. He swirled his tongue around the digits, getting them clean before sucking them deeper in his mouth. 

Dragon groaned before replacing the fingers in Jade's mouth with his tongue.

Dragon took great care in undressing Jade, not ripping a thing just as Jade told him to. He did throw all his clothes on the floor in the same pile where his own were, but Jade would care about that in the morning. 

It was Dragon's turn to lean back and enjoy the view as his eyes roamed over Jade's body. Jade bit his lip and spread his legs, trying to entice Dragon to do something. Dragon's gentle fingers traced over Jade's calves, up his thighs and hips, where, yes, finger shaped bruises were starting to form, and stopped at Jade's waist, gripping. Dragon's hands weren't big enough for his fingers to actually touch as he gripped Jade's waist, but they sure felt like it. 

Towering over Jade Dragon seemed even bigger than he usually did. Jade was fully covered by his body, Dragon's long hair falling in a curtain around them. 

Jade tangled his fingers in Dragon's hair and pulled him down into a filthy kiss, arching his body to press into Dragon's for some friction. He was quickly pushed back down on the bed as Dragon put his palm on Jade's chest and pinned him down. 

“You're a menace.” Dragon chuckled into the kiss before trailing kisses down Jade's throat and chest. As soon as he reached Jade's nipples Jade let out a shudder at the kisses and bites Dragon was attacking one with. Dragon immediately caught on and used the hand on Jade's chest to tease at the other nipple. Jade's fingers tightened in Dragon's hair as he writhed and moaned at the attention. 

As soon as Dragon sucked a nipple into his mouth Jade was sure he was about to come just from that. His poor cock was weeping precum, so hard and straining against his stomach. But Jade was sure that if he tried to reach for it he would immediately be pinned to the bed, if not tied down to it. So all he could do was writhe and moan until Dragon deemed it appropriate to do something with his neglected cock. 

He didn't have to wait long, as Dragon licked his way down Jade's body before finally licking a long stripe over Jade's leaking cock. If he hadn't held down Jade on the bed, he would have arched completely off the mattress at the feeling. 

Dragon held onto Jade's hips, wrapping his arms around Jade's thighs as he laved at the cock in front of him, making the man jump and writhe on the bed, Jade's fingers wrapping in Dragon's hair as he held on for dear life. 

He whined as Dragon finally leaned away and licked his lips like the cat that got the cream. Jade didn't get a chance to complain before Dragon dove back down, this time licking along Jade's balls and down to his hole. Jade could feel Dragon's breath ghosting over him and tensed in anticipation. 

When Dragon finally licked over his pucker Jade almost sobbed at how turned on he was. Dragon was holding him tight and all Jade could do was lie down and take what he was given, but that didn't mean he didn't try to move his hips, and when that didn't work, he tried to move Dragon's head closer to him by his hair. The man just chuckled and continued to leisurely lavish at the hole in front of him, driving Jade mad. 

Finally, Jade felt Dragon's tongue trying to penetrate him and he tried to relax as much as he could. He wanted to feel Dragon inside of him, it didn't matter what part at this point. He gasped as he felt that tongue bully its way inside him and stilled, loving the feeling. Even Dragon's tongue was enough to satisfy him at this point. 

Dragon began to explore inside of him, licking and fucking him on his tongue. Jade could feel the tongue delve deeper than he thought a tongue should, but he was nearing cloud nine, so he wasn't going to complain. His neglected cock was weeping a puddle on his stomach, jumping with Jade's every aborted hip thrust. 

This time he couldn't resist and started reaching for his poor cock, but stilled immediately as Dragon growled between his legs. His piercing gaze was focused on Jade's face as Jade felt his tongue leave him and immediately mourned the loss. 

“Keep those pretty hands away from your cock sweetheart.”

“Dragon, please, I need to come so bad. You feel so amazing inside of me, but I need something on my cock. Make me come please.“ He wasn't above begging at this point, his poor cock jumped as if to prove his point. 

“Don't worry, by the end of the night you won't be able to come anymore. But I need you to be good. Behave and I'll give you a reward.” Jade whined, but he couldn't resist Dragon's tempting rumble and wrapped his legs around his shoulders, his hands going back to Dragon's head. 

Dragon chuckled darkly and kissed his inner thigh, his stubble immediately leaving a mark on the sensitive skin. “Good boy.” he grinned as he watched the full body shiver go over Jade before going back to kissing and licking at his hole.

All Jade could do was lie back and try not to go crazy as that sinful tongue delved back inside of him. He definitely squeezed Dragon's head between his thighs as the man kept exploring inside of him, but to be fair Dragon didn't seem to mind.

Dragon was kneading his ass with his fingers and Jade barely noticed when he summoned a bottle of lube to him. Jade was too busy writhing as Dragon attacked his prostate with his tongue. Jade wasn't sure if Dragon was trying to make him come just from his tongue, untouched, but he wasn't exactly opposed to the idea. It would certainly be an impressive feat. 

He jumped as he felt a slick finger entering him next to the tongue, the stretch getting almost uncomfortable. It passed quickly enough and Jade was back to trying to ride Dragon's face into the sunset as a second finger entered him and Dragon started to move his fingers in time with his tongue. 

Jade was reeling at the feeling of being stretched and so wet, his fingers now pulling on Dragon's hair. 

“Fuck, yes. More.” he couldn't get enough of it, the slight pain of the stretch before it settled down into a feeling of fullness. But he knew he could take more and he wanted to feel like his body was at its limit, the pain of the stretch barely fading and melting into pleasure. 

Dragon rumbled and it reverberated through Jade, making him moan. Then he added a third finger and scissored them wide, stretching Jade and fucking his fingers inside him. 

Dragon pulled his tongue out, Jade whimpering at the emptiness and added a fourth finger as his lips wrapped around the weeping cock head. That's all it took for Jade to immediately come. Dragon sucked on the sensitive cock and continued to finger Jade and tease his prostate in order to prolong his orgasm. Jade lost sense of time for a second, as everything went white and he was washed in pleasure. 

Once he finally came down from it, Dragon was still licking over his sensitive and now softening cock, his fingers still inside Jade. 

Jade whined pitifully, barely any energy to spare after that orgasm, but the night was obviously not over. He wanted Dragon's cock inside him and he wouldn't rest until he got it. 

Dragon finally let up from his sensitive cock, but didn't stop his fingers pumping inside Jade, stretching him further. He sat up, catching Jade's knees over his elbows as he watched Jade with intense eyes. 

Jade bit his lip as he looked back. 

“I want your cock.” Dragon chuckled warmly before leaning over Jade, practically bending him in half. 

“That was lovely, you make the most delicious sounds when you come.” He licked his lips in an obvious show. “And you taste absolutely divine. Might have to just keep you here so I can always have a taste.” Jade whimpered and leaned his head to the side as Dragon punctuated his words with a slow lick over his neck before biting just undrer his chin. 

Wouldn't that be fun - just to be a pretty little sex doll for this man. Jade considered the fantasy for a second before Dragon broke him out of it with a pointed pump of his fingers. 

“I'll feel even better on your cock, you know.” Jade reached fpor Dragon's cock and reveled at the heavy weight in his hand again. The man was impressive, the girth would be worth awe alone, but he was also long and heavy, twitching at the touch of Jade's fingers.

As he watched, a bead of precum dropped down from the head and Jade scooped it up with his fingers, jerking Dragon off. 

Dragon groaned in his ear and matched the fingers in his ass to Jade's movements. Jade was gasping now, barely recovered from his orgasm. His cock was twitching and getting hard again, back with the program. 

Jade was about to try and guide Dragon inside himself before he found himself in switched positions, kneeling over the man as Dragon laid back on his bed. Dragon guided him to sit in his lap, their cocks rubbing together as he pulled his fingers from Jade's ass and wrapped them around both of their cocks. 

“You're going to ride me. You showed off in the car and looked so pretty, I want to see you ride my cock and make yourself come.” 

Jade was immediately on board with the plan, shifting so he was kneeling above Dragon's cock. He took it in hand and guided it to his hole as he slowly sank down. 

Jade kind of wanted to just sit in one fluid motion and have the whole glorious thing inside him, but Dragon was holding him by his waist, preventing exactly that. So Jade got to experience inch after lovely inch of that magnificent cock sinking inside of him until he was fully seated on Dragon's lap. 

They were both panting at the feeling, the stretch of his ass more than Dragon's fingers were stretching him and Jade basked in the feeling of fullness for a few moments. Jade wasn't really looking at anything, his eyesight unfocused as his body got adjusted to being penetrated. When he finally focused his eyes on Dragon, the man was already looking at him, his gaze intense and scorching hot. 

Finally feeling settled enough to move, Jade slowly knelt up before sliding down, loving the feeling of Dragon's cock rubbing on his walls. He got lost in the steady rhythm of riding Dragon like that, the sweat making their bodies slap together with an obscene sound, making it all hotter. 

Jade moaned loudly, rolling his body on a slide down, trailing his own fingers over his hips, avoiding his cock like he was told to, over his waist and chest, only stopping for a moment to play and tease his sensitive nipples, before teasing his finger over his shoulders and his neck, throwing back his head in a moan before scratching over his scalp. 

Jade sped his pace up as he sucked on his own finger, saliva trailing down his chin, but he didn't care. His other hand trailed down to play with his nipple, pinching and twisting the rose bud until it was red and sensitive, and then doing it some more, enjoying the twist of pain before it melted into relief. 

He kept changing the angle, hoping to find that perfect one that would hit his prostate every time, and screamed as he found it, his hips jumping faster to bully that one spot. Dragon chuckled and grabbed his waist before ramming his hips up just as Jade was sliding down, hitting his prostate spot on. 

He battered that spot relentlessly, Jade's cock weeping precum constantly. He gripped Dragon's forearms as he held on for dear life, his hips moving as if on their own as Dragon kept fucking up inside of him. 

Jade was constantly whining now, all he could think about was how much he needed to come, even though he just had. A stream of “Please” and “Fuck” and “Dragon” joned his whines, but that seemed to only spur the man on, as he forced Jade down on his cock with intense concentration. 

Jade's nails dug into Dragon's forearms as his second orgasm of the night was bullied out of him. His whole body tensed as Dragon forced him down again, his cock pressing into the battered prostate, making Jade jerk and another dribble of come to shoot out of his tired cock. 

Jade swayed and Dragon caught him in an embrace, kissing his head and whispering sweet things in his ear. Jade felt like he was floating in pleasure, his orgasm lasting much longer than his first one. His whole body relaxed in Dragon's arms, he felt like putty. Dragon poured him onto the bed, adjusting so he could lie down comfortably. 

Dragon watched as Jade came back online with endless patience, even as his own cock was straining between his legs. As soon as he saw that Jade was coherent, he cocked his head to the side. 

“Still good to keep going?” Jade didn't have the brain capacity to answer with his words, but he nodded enthusiastically and made a grabbing motion with his hands. 

Dragon chuckled and shook his head in amusement before grabbing one of the pillows and putting it under Jade's hips. He manhandled Jade's body like it weighed nothing and Jade didn't have to do anything. 

This position put Jade's loose hole at the perfect height for Dragon's cock tip to rest. Dragon teased the hole with his cock and Jade could feel how loose he was, the tip barely felt like anything as Dragon dipped it inside and pulled back out. 

Jade watched in fascination as Dragon covered his cock with more lube before slowly sinking the whole glorious length inside Jade's loose hole in one fluid motion. Jade panted at the fullness, loving the feeling. If it wouldn't make him so horny, he would walk around with a plug all the time just so he could feel a fraction of this.

He felt so serene with Dragon's cock stretching him out, it was like he had an off switch deep inside him and Dragon pressed it with the tip of his cock. 

Dragon brought him back out of his musings with gentle hands roaming over his body, pinching his nipples, before going back to petting all over him. 

“You've been so good, I think you deserve a reward.” He ground his hips into Jade's and it almost felt like his cock got bigger. That wasn't possible though, right? 

“Did you know most dragons can shapeshift?” he moved his hips again, and this time Jade could definitely feel the stretch of his cock inside. “And particularly talented dragons can choose to shapeshift just one part of their body…” Dragon groaned and held Jade's hips in place as yes, his cock kept growing inside of Jade. 

Jade laid back in awe as the cock inside him kept growing, the pain of getting stretched coming back and lighting his whole body in pleasure. 

“How's that, darling? You said you're a size queen, is that enough to satisfy you?” Dragon looked amused as he trailed gentle fingers over Jade's jaw. Jade opened his mouth and Dragon immediately put two of his fingers inside with a delighted grin. 

When Dragon finally moved, Jade swore he could feel the cock in his throat. He was so full his stomach was denting out slightly and he couldn't stop looking at it as Dragon slowly pulled his monster of a cock out and then slowly pushed back in. He kept sucking on the fingers in his mouth, moaning around them and getting spit all over his chin as he felt his mind going blank and relaxed as he got filled to the brim. 

All he could think of was the amazing drag of cock inside him, the fingers fucking his mouth making him gag from time to time as they reached his throat and Dragon's big hand on his hip, keeping him steady and in place. If not for those three points of contact, Jade feared he would have floated away in pleasure and never came back. 

He didn't even notice that his cock was hard again, that he was constantly whining now or that he was gripping the sheets so hard, that if they were of any lower quality, they would be shredded even by his human hands. 

He whined pitifully as Dragon pulled his fingers out of his mouth, a string of saliva connecting them until it broke. And then whined again as Dragon wrapped the wet fingers around Jade's red cock and started to jerk him off, matching the movement of his hips. 

Jade shuddered and whined, his hips jerking at the overstimulation, but Dragon didn't let off until, finally, Jade screamed in pleasure, his cock spurting a few drops of cum. Dragon's hips were unrelenting, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing in the room. Jade was so relaxed in his afterglow that Dragon could shift their positions and get even deeper, making electricity zap through Jade's whole body. 

He wanted to pass out from the pleasure, but even more than that he wanted to watch Dragon come and fill him up. Jade moaned loudly. 

“Fuck, yes. So good. Going to come inside me? Fill me up until I'm dripping with you? Going to smell like you for days even if I shower with how deep inside you are.” Jade rested a hand on the bump forming on his body every time Dragon filled him up. 

“Please fill me up, want feel it all inside me. Want to feel it drip out of me no matter how long it's been.” His voice was tired from all the moaning and screaming, but that just added to the effect. Any more talking and he would turn himself on again and tonight would never end. 

Before Jade could contemplate if he could actually go for another round, Dragon gripped his hips and slammed as deep as he could before stilling. Jade could feel his cock twitch inside of him and he expected the rush of come, but what he didn't expect was the temperature of it. 

He really should have, he was fucking a dragon after all. The come inside him was hot, not scorching, but also it wouldn't be pleasant if he wasn't into pain. As it was, he was enjoying the slight stinging inside him before it settled in a more warm than normal, but comfortable temperature inside his body. And he was right, Dragon was coming so much it was starting to seep out around him and down his ass onto the pillow. 

Jade kind of wished Dragon would plug him up so he could keep that inside for longer. He really was a perverted bastard.

Dragon leaned over him, covering Jade's body with his own and nuzzling his neck. It was a very tender gesture and Jade reveled in the feeling. He turned his head in hopes of getting more kisses and Dragon immediately latched onto his lips. 

This time the kiss wasn't feverish or hectic, just a pleasant lip lock, both of them simply enjoying each other. Jade felt Dragon twitch inside him again and moaned at the last spurt of hot come inside him. 

“So you come lava? I can work with that.” Dragon chuckled in his ear. 

“Yes, I can smell how much you like that.” and he dragged his nose along Jade's neck again, breathing in deeply. Jade blushed at being caught, but didn't try to deny. 

He was basking in the afterglow, enjoying Dragon's gentle hands on his body when he felt the cock inside him shrink and the come that was plugged inside came rushing out around it. 

He groaned and shifted at the feeling before gasping as Dragon pulled out his softening cock from his loose hole and even more came trickling out. Dragon's fingers immediately went to his hole, pushing the trickling come back inside. Jade let Dragon play with his own mess for a while before it got too much. 

“I want a shower, I'm all sticky.” he whined and Dragon raised an eyebrow before licking some of Jade's come from his stomach while keeping eye contact. 

Jade laughed “Ew, what are you a cat? Come on, let me shower and sleep and then I'll be up for another round.” 

Dragon grumbled, but showed him to the en suite with a shower with more options that should be possible. After showing Jade how to operate the handles that seemed to need an engineering degree Dragon gave Jade some privacy and left. Jade watched his very attractive ass as he walked away. 

Feeling fresh and showered, Jade came back to the bedroom to a set of clean sheets on the bed and Dragon walking in with a glass of water and a plate of fresh orange slices that were deposited into his hands with an expectant look from Dragon. 

Jade has never been so amused at one of his bed partners, but seeing this side of Dragon kind of made him want to get on his knees and blow him right there. Dragon raised an eyebrow as if reading his mind. 

Finally, after finishing his water and fruit, Jade fell into the bed and expected to immediately pass out. What surprised him was that not only Dragon joined him immediately, but that he wrapped himself close to Jade, tucking his nose in the crook of his neck. 

Usually Jade would have felt suffocated, or overwhelmed at being touched this way, but with Dragon he just felt.. Calm. Relaxed. 

So he passed out immediately after settling closer to the man. 

Waking up next to a furnace was unexpected, but not entirely unpleasant. Apparently Jade moved during the night, but Dragon didn't let him get far and still ended up wrapped around him, just this time with Jade's face in Dragon's neck and Dragon's face buried in Jade's hair. 

Dragon was breathing deeply, his arms wrapped around Jade's waist and Jade took a moment to breathe in the scent of him. A night of sex and sleep washed away any unnatural scents and Jade got to enjoy Dragon's natural scent. He rubbed his nose on the man's neck like Dragon did to him countless times last night and found that he really enjoyed the motion, it somehow was both tender and claiming at the same time. 

Jade had no idea what time it was, but judging by the sun streaming in through the windows, it had to be almost noon. He'd slept way later than he usually would, but then again, he had a very late and taxing night. 

Trying not to wake Dragon, Jade took stock of his body and found himself way less stiff and hurting than he expected. His ass was, obviously, very tender, but right now it wasn't so bad. He might change his mind as soon as he moved though. 

Not feeling like he was going to get back to sleep, but seeing that Dragon was still very much out of it, Jade carefully extracted himself from the human shaped furnace and went hunting for something to put on. 

Sleeping naked was fine, lounging around an unfamiliar home was not, even for Jade. 

Finding his underwear Jade pulled it on, but instead of his own mesh shirt from last night, he found Dragon's dress shirt and pulled it on instead. Looking to check that Dragon was still asleep Jade sniffed the collar and was delighted to be surrounded by Dragon's scent. A mix of his own natural scent, his cologne and even some sweat. It made Jade's mouth water. 

Deciding not to wake the sleeping dragon, Jade ventured off into the bathroom to clean himself up after sleeping and then tiptoed back through the bedroom, finding his phone, and into the rest of the apartment. 

Or, rather, the mansion, Jade amended as he saw the size of the hallway in front of him. 

He vaguely remembered the direction they  came last night, though Jade was kind of distracted and didn't really see where they were going. He wandered down the empty hallway, not peeking into the many rooms he passed. He didn't want to find out he was in a Bluebeard situation right now. 

Finally reaching the grand staircase he balked at the view that opened for him. 

From the top of the staircase he could see into the main living area and through the massive arched windows into the city. The walls were high and only some were covered in clean plaster decorated in tasteful art. Others were left as clean and heavy looking stone blocks. 

As he descended the stairs he could see more of the living area and could see the huge fireplace taking up space on the back wall. Jade was pretty sure he could stand inside of it comfortably. The area was separated into several seating areas, all with a designated purpose. The largest one focused on the massive fireplace, heavy sofas and loveseats turned to it and each other. 

There was a smaller seating area focused on a massive TV screen and an even smaller two seater next to the windows, obviously meant to be a very scenic seat. 

Jade walked up to one of the massive windows, a heavy curtain framing it from ceiling to the dark wood floors. The view was magnificent. Jade was pretty sure he knew which building this was, just because the architecture was unique and he could recognize it. He could see for miles and miles of the city and even the far off mountains that framed the horizon. 

Breaking out of his reverie Jade walked off in search of the kitchen and, hopefully, coffee. 

Finding the kitchen wasn't that hard, the double french doors leading straight into it along with the seating bar and dining area. 

The kitchen was just as opulent as the rest of the house, with shiny appliances and marble countertops. Thankfully hunting down a cup and some coffee for the fancy coffee machine was not hard, and it didn't take too long for Jade to figure out how to work with the massive appliance to give him some coffee. Working as a barista all those years ago paid off as he sat down at the high bar with a fresh cup of coffee to check his phone. 

It took him a better part of an hour to catch up with all his notifications - lots of people congratulating him on the successful event, people tagging him in pictures and commenting under them, Jade had to make sure all the pictures were on brand and he wasn't caught in any weird poses. He saved a particularly nice picture of him standing next to Dragon, oblivious of the camera, engrossed in their own conversation. 

He was reading through his emails when strong arms wrapped around him and a nose was buried at the back of his head with a grumble. 

“Well good morning to you too.” Jade didn't get an answer as Dragon just continued to smell his hair and let out inhuman grumbles. Jade wasn't sure he was actually awake and not sleep walking. He held on to the hands wrapped around him and leaned back into the embrace. 

“We slept through half of the day, but I suppose that's expected given our late night. Would you like some coffee? I don't do breakfast, but I've been told I make excellent coffee.” he was babbling a bit, but Dragon didn't seem to mind much, content to just stand there and hug Jade as he slowly woke up. 

Finally Dragon let go and rumbled a quiet “Coffee would be good.” before sitting down next to Jade on the high chair and putting his face in his hands folded over the bar top. 

Jade snorted in amusement before walking around to the kitchen area and starting up the coffee machine. He was almost finished when he feld Dragon's gaze on him, but refused to turn around and get distracted. Fresh coffee cup in hand, he turned around only to be met with Dragon's steady gaze on him. 

“You're wearing my shirt.” it wasn't a question or anything, just a statement. Jade shrugged and gave Dragon his coffee before settling down in his previous seat. 

He wasn't really thinking about anything, just lost in his own thoughts as he got surprised by lips kissing his neck and Dragon dragging his nose from his shoulder to his ear and back down. 

“You smell lovely. Smell like me.” Jade wasn't sure if he imagined the growl on that last part. 

“I bet I do, after last night.” he found that he quite liked the idea. He really liked the growl he got in return. 

“Breakfast, then I'm taking you back to bed.”

Dragon stood up and Jade watched as he got prepared to cook something, wearing nothing but a pair of tight boxers. 

“Hey, question, did you make your tongue bigger last night?” Jade watched a smirk appear on Dragon's face, but got no other answer in return. 

“Because I think I'd like for you to fuck me with that, see if you can make me come just from riding your tongue? The beard burn you gave me last night isn't too bad today and I remember specifically telling you I want to feel that for days.” 

He was fidgeting with the cuffs of the shirt and not looking at Dragon as he talked before steady fingers on his chin interrupted him. He looked up into Dragon's heated gaze and squeaked into the searing kiss he received, full of biting and tongue. 

“Food first, then I'll make sure you're walking funny for a week.”

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and if yes, then for the taylor swift lyrics prompts: sambucky and nr. 13 and 14 (not necessarily combined, more so you can choose which one you like best or do both, i don’t know :)) 🩵✌️ btw I love, LOVE your sambucky f1 au 🫡

This is part of a canon divergence AU that I'm hoping to write more of this coming year. It just fit the spirit of the prompt, if not the letter of it, so I had to throw a little standalone prologue out there. Hopefully you'll see more of this soon!

13. never called it what it was

“You don’t have to do this, you know.”

The voice comes from behind Sam, and he mentally congratulates himself for not jumping out of his skin in surprise. He knows that Bucky almost can’t help how quiet his footsteps are, but if Sam keeps getting snuck up on like this, his blood pressure is going to suffer.

“I know,” says Sam, and leaves it at that. He and Bucky have had this conversation a hundred times in the past two days, and the hundred and first is unlikely to be any different. He keeps his eyes on the lake in front of them and changes the subject. “Pretty sure it’s bad luck for us to see each other right now.”

“Pretty sure that only applies to real weddings,” is Bucky’s quiet reply.

Sam doesn’t know how to reply to that, so he doesn’t. He has the stray thought that they should work on the communication thing, maybe. His parents could have whole conversations in a single look across a room, in one touch of the arm. Sarah and Aaron would tie up the phone line for hours when they were first dating, even Sam and Riley had developed a language entirely their own.

In fairness, Sam thinks, those relationships had all had years to grow, and until forty-eight hours ago, Sam had no idea that he was getting married at all, much less to whom.

Privately, he thinks he might have jinxed it. After a five day period in which he’d re-materialized into existence, fended off an apocalypse, attended a funeral, and watched his best friend disappear to live seventy years of life without him, Sam had been certain that nothing could catch him by surprise anymore.

Then a woman in a crisp pantsuit had appeared at the lakeside property where they were hunkering down, carrying stacks of paperwork and photocopies of birth records from a hundred years ago. She’d sat down in a meeting room and reported to them what she’d discovered five years ago, right before being Snapped out of existence: that Bucky might have been from Brooklyn, but he hadn’t been born there, or anywhere else in America, and that the information had been easy enough to find that Ross’s people were sure to locate it as soon as the motion for a pardon was submitted.

It wasn’t hard to make the leap from there. Calling Bucky’s citizenship into question would be silly, but it would be enough of a distraction that Ross could mire the proceedings in bureaucracy and take Bucky back into custody in the interest of public safety. Sam didn’t imagine it would take too long for the paperwork to suddenly get lost after that, and with it would go any notion of Bucky’s freedom.

He remembered watching the Raft rise up out of the ocean for the first time. His whole life, the water had been home to him, but the desolation of that place had warped it somehow. 

That’s what Sam had been thinking of when he wracked his brain for a solution. That’s what he’d been thinking of when he turned to the lawyer and asked, “Well, what if he was married to an American citizen?”

Bucky, who’d spent the entire meeting until now sitting concerningly still, had suddenly whipped around to look at Sam, eyes wide. He’d felt Rhodey’s eyes on him, too, but the lawyer hadn’t blinked. In a few seconds, she’d sketched out a game plan on a legal pad, laying it out on the conference room table alongside all the other options she’d presented.

The first ‘You don’t have to do this’ had come shortly afterwards. Sam’s response had been the same then as it was now.

He feels Bucky come to stand beside him, his left hand resting on the railing a few inches from Sam’s right. The gold threaded through the vibranium sparkles in the sun, and he has the childish urge to trail his fingers over it.

“I’m disappointed,” says Sam, just to stop himself from reaching out. “I would’ve expected Princess Shuri to make a flashy black-tie addition to your arm for the wedding.”

“She added strobe lights, but they only work when it’s dark,” says Bucky, dry as a bone, and it startles a laugh out of Sam.

“At least we know the reception will be fun.”

Bucky hums in what he assumes is agreement. It’s quiet again for a moment, but he can sense Bucky shifting uncomfortably and he knows that there’s more.

“While, um– while we wait for the strobe lights to kick in, she did make us these.”

A crown of flowers suddenly appears in front of Sam, jasmine and jacaranda woven together with some kind of vine. He gingerly takes it from Bucky’s hand.

“Is…is this traditional? For a Wakandan wedding?”

“No,” comes another voice from behind them, and this time Sam does startle, nearly dropping the crown in the process. They both turn to Princess Shuri, dressed for a wedding and grinning cheekily at them both. “They’re not Wakandan tradition, but they are the kind of thing that Americans do when they get married abroad. I thought it might make the wedding pictures more believable.”

Sam laughs and perches the crown on his head. “You really do think of everything.”

Shuri’s mischievous smile softens. “I’m glad you’ve joined us here, Sam Wilson,” she says. “Nobody else appreciates my foresight.”

“Putting a bluetooth speaker in my arm is not foresight, Shuri,” says Bucky. “It’s just the product of a weird dream you had after staying up for forty hours in your lab.”

“It could be both,” protests the princess, laughing, and Sam can’t help but look over at Bucky, tired of sticking to peripheral glances.

He’s got the flower crown on his head, too, purple and white just like Sam’s is. His suit is a deep burgundy to complement Sam’s rust colored brocade, and Sam can only guess that Bucky received a visit similar to the one that Sam got from Ayo this morning. He’d opened the door to his quarters to find her holding a garment bag. She’d offered it to him and told Sam that she would be honored to see him marry James—it had taken Sam a moment to remember that his husband to be wasn’t actually named after a college mascot from Wisconsin—in the reds of her tribe. Sam, who’d spent the morning missing his family something fierce, had almost been too overwhelmed to thank her. 

Now, he can see that it was a two-pronged attack, and while Sam’s suit fits him pretty well, there’s clearly a tailor in Birnin Zana who had all of Bucky’s measurements stashed away on file somewhere, because the way that that jacket sits on his shoulders and hugs his arms could not possibly happen by accident.

When Sam manages to tear his eyes away, he only barely catches the end of Shuri’s sentence.

“...whenever you are,” she’s saying. “But I can stall, if you two want another moment here.”

“I think we’re good,” says Bucky. “How much time does anyone need to get ready for a fake wedding, anyway?”

Shuri tsks at him. “Perhaps you shouldn’t ask that question to someone who knows how long your spent on your hair this morning.”

Bucky makes a face at her, and Sam’s pretty sure that she blows a raspberry in response, but he’s distracted. Something about Bucky’s words feels wrong, even though all he’s doing is telling the truth.

He can’t get all caught up in that now, though. Instead, Sam turns to the princess. “I’m all ready to go, too.”

“Good!” says Shuri, clapping her hands decisively. “I’ll escort you in, Sam, if you will allow me. Bucky will follow shortly with Ayo.”

Sam tells Shuri that he’d be honored to walk with her and offers her his elbow, which she takes. They start to make their way to where the ceremony will take place, but Sam hesitates for a moment, looking back over his shoulder.

Bucky’s name comes out of his mouth before he can stop himself, and Bucky’s gaze immediately lands on him.

“Yeah?”

It’s not a fake wedding, Sam wants to tell him. You marry someone because you want them to stay and I think you should be able to stay. That’s not fake; that’s as real as anything else.

But he loses his nerve and just taps the flower crown on his head. “Your crown’s crooked. Just so you know.”

“Oh,” says Bucky. “Thanks.”

“Yeah.”

They look at each other for another beat, and Sam is so sure that Bucky is going to say something, but then he looks away, reaching up to fix his crown, and all Sam can do is let Shuri lead him away.

[noisydelusionlove]

Chapter 1: A New Team Member

Pairings: (overall) StevexBucky, (eventually) StevexOc, BuckyxOC, StevexBuckyxOC

Warnings: non-canon ideas, nontimeline following ideas

The Avengers compound was silent except for the murmur of voices coming from the conference room. The Avengers were gathered around the giant meeting table waiting for Tony to come in after telling them he had an announcement to make. Steve glances around at his friends and teammates. Wanda and Vision, who were rarely on the compound, were sitting together, their heads close in conversation. Bruce, looking as exhausted as always, was leaning back in his chair as he wrote notes on a pad of paper in front of him, forever working on something in his lab, and not happy about having been pulled from the basement for this meeting. Bucky and Sam sit at Steve’s sides, Sam playing on his phone, while Bucky, stoic as ever sips his cup of coffee. Clint Barton, another rare sight to see on the compound also had his phone out, scrolling down what Steve assumed was a social media page. Steve notes that Nat has yet to make an appearance, assuming she is with Stark since he had said Nat had information on whatever the new announcement was. Finally, ten minutes after the supposed start time of the meeting the door opens, and Stark strolls in, followed by Nat, who looks annoyed at the billionaire as he smiles and greets the room.

”Good morning guys and gals.” Tony calls out cheerfully as Nat shakes her head. “Time for our announcement, Widow take it away,” Tony says, swinging his arms towards Nat who rolls her eyes. Nat sits a couple of files down on the conference room table, Steve immediately grabs one, noticing they are all copies. “We will be having a new team member join us. You’re more than welcome to check out her file, but be aware there is a significant lack of information due to her history.” She says as Steve slips the file open, skimming the pages. “The basic rundown is this, she’s a former Soviet spy that was taken hostage by HYDRA some odd years ago. She was experimented on under something known as ‘Project Vitality’ We aren’t exactly sure what it was, but we know they used a device to brainwash and control her. She managed to flee a couple of months ago and just recently was cleared to join the team. She is a former assassin who-“ Nat’s speech is cut short at Bucky reads the file and speaks up without thinking. “Nightshade.” He says quietly, and all eyes turn to him. Nat nods her head. “Yes, much like your Winter Solider and my Black Widow, she coined the name Nightshade during her time under HYDRA. She prefers to not use that name now, for obvious reasons. Her real name is Yekaterina, but she prefers Kat in most contexts.” Nat says Steve doesn't miss the slight fondness in her eyes, hinting at a connection that goes deeper than the two of them just happening to be ex-Russian spies.

Tony claps his hands as he points to Steve. “Since we have not expanded the housing here on the compound, and there is a free room in your, icicle, and Bird Boy’s apartment, welcome your new roomie Capsicle.” Tony gives a thumbs up and Steve just shakes his head, his antics never ceasing to slightly grate on his nerves, no matter the time of day. Steve gives a small nod as he raises an eyebrow. “She doesn’t have an issue sharing a space with a bunch of men?” Sam says, speaking Steve and Bucky’s thoughts aloud. Nat shakes her head. “Honestly she keeps to herself a lot, she’s still recovering a good bit from whatever HYDRA did to her. She doesn’t quite have the same level of strength as you and Bucky but it seems she was injected with a modified super soldier serum at one point making her stronger than a typical human, as well as halting her aging. She appears to be around 18 in looks, but if memory serves me correctly she should be a year younger than me.” Nat says and Steve nods, he doesn't miss the way Bucky stiffens slightly at his side, all the talk of HYDRA making him uncomfortable since his mental wounds still flare up from time to time. Tony claps his hands again. “She should be arriving this afternoon, until then have a good day.” He says as the rest of the team begin to stand up and filter out to their respective areas, or leave the compound altogether. Steve heads off to the gym on the lower floors, this meeting having interrupted his usual morning workout time.

Kat stares up at the compound curiously. She wasn't sure what to think when she ran into Nat and had been offered a position on a team notorious for fighting the bad guys, a group of people whom she had only recently become excluded from. She pulls out her phone and sends a quick text to Nat letting her know she has arrived and within minutes she spots the redhead bounding up to her. "Рада снова тебя видеть," Nat calls out, the Russian flowing freely from her tongue. (it’s good to see you again). Kat lets out a small laugh as she looks at her. “I do speak English Nat.” She smiles as Nat lets out a small laugh. “I know, it’s just nice to have someone to speak to without others understanding. The only one who even remotely speaks Russian is Barnes and since his deprogramming, he says he doesn’t remember a lick of it.” Nat says as Kat nods. “Well, I will keep that in mind when I want to talk to you without nosey ears.” She smiles at her long-lost friend. Nat nods as she looks at Kat. “Come on, let me show you around.” She says as she leads Ket inside the place that would be her new home. Nat shows her the offices on the lower floors before walking with her through the gym. Kat is focused on the words Nat is speaking and doesn’t notice the three men currently working out in the gym.

Bucky had been working on his deadlifts when he spotted her, walking beside Nat was a slightly shorter woman. Her body was lean but still held feminine curves, made obvious by her choice of leggings and tight-fitting sweater. Bucky cannot help his eyes as they travel the length of her, noticing her dark brown hair that cascades down her back in loose waves. Her face appears young like Nat had said, but there's a tiredness to her as well that speaks volumes of what she has endured despite her youthful appearance. When she feels eyes on her she glances up and Bucky is convinced he’s forgotten how to breathe as his chest seizes at the sight of the most green pair of eyes he has ever seen, the kind of green that he thinks puts emeralds to shame. Bucky is shocked by his reaction to the woman, never being one to pay much attention to anyone’s appearance. After a moment he looks away, breaking the eye contact they were sharing as he glances over at Steve, noticing he was also staring, seeming to be just as intrigued by the new female.

Nat notices the boys looking and waves them over. Sam, Steve, and Bucky stop their respective workouts as they walk over to the pair. Kat looks up at the three men as Nat gestures to her. “Sam, Steve, Bucky, this is Kat the newest member of our team and your new roommate,” Nat says Kat offers a small wave and a smile, a smile that Steve notes doesn't meet her eyes. “Welcome aboard,” Steve says as he steps forward to offer his hand. Kat nods as she reaches out with her much smaller hand to shake his. “Nice to meet you, Captain.” She says. Her voice Steve notes isn’t high-pitched, or nasally, it’s a more deep timbre, similar to Nat’s. Even though her accent isn’t strong Steve can detect a hint of the Russian accent that she was no doubt born with. Kat offers another smile as Nat excuses them, saying she is heading up to show Kat the apartment. Steve and Bucky don’t notice each other watching as the women exit the room before the trio of men head back to their workouts.

Nat swipes a keycard at the elevators and she and Kat enter. Kat watches as Nat presses the button for the top floor. She watches out the glass window of the elevator as it ascends. When the elevator stops the doors open with a ding. “You can only access the living areas with your keycard, or if FRIDAY, the A. I that runs this place recognize you. The top floor is where your living space is. It’s like a giant apartment.” Nat says as they step off the elevator. The hall is empty and leads directly to an apartment door. Nat opens the door and smiles. “The boys usually leave it unlocked since the elevator is secured by a keycard, your bedroom locks with a key if it will make you more comfortable.” She explains as Kat nods. 

The front door opens to the kitchen area. Kat looks around and notices the small kitchen area, with an open floor plan to the dining area, where a small table with four chairs is set up, across from that is a living area with a couch, chair, and TV, and floor-to-ceiling windows with curtains drawn over them. Nat walks further inside as Kat follows her. Nat points to the door on the left wall. “That leads to where Sam and Steves's rooms are, there's a small hallway that separates the rooms and they share a bathroom.” She explains before walking to the opposite wall and opening the door. The small hallway has two doors on the left and one door on the right. Nat walks by and taps the first door on the left. “That’s Bucky’s room, this is the bathroom you share. I promise he keeps it clean, these men are military, so it’s not going to be like a frat house in here.” She laughs as she taps the bathroom door before stopping at the last door. “This is your room.” she smiles as Kat opens the door. The room is small, but not too small. There is a small walk-in closet to the right, a desk and chair directly in front of the door, a full-sized bed against the far wall, and a dresser against the other wall next to the closet. Kat’s small suitcase is sitting on top of her bed. “You can decorate however you want. This is your home. The guys can explain any rules or anything that pertains to them specifically but I know they try to cook dinner most nights, either Sam or Steve, Bucky is still getting the hang of cooking. It’s your home so any groceries you want to stock the kitchen with you’re more than welcome to. There’s a computer and tablet on the desk, and that paper has all the login information. Anything you order will be delivered by courier. If I were you I would take the time to order some snacks, groceries, decor, clothes, whatever you need. It’s all taken care of under your sign-on bonus. I’m sure you have more than enough money on that to cover whatever you want ten times over.” Nat smiles as Kat nods. The giant move from where she was to the compound is weighing on her nerves slightly, even though she outwardly doesn’t show it, but Nat can tell by the tenseness in her shoulders. Nat smiles as she places a hand on her back. “I'm glad you’re here and safe Солнышко (solnyshko) (Little Sun).” Kat smiles at the term, something she hadn’t heard in a long time, a time before the HYDRA mess when she and Nat were young and seemingly innocent. “I’m glad to be here лунная (lunnaya) (Little Moon).” She says quietly and Nat smiles at the term as she turns and leaves.

As Kat hears the echo of the front door closing she takes a look around her room. She walks over to her suitcase and begins unpacking the few items she has before shoving the suitcase in the closet and grabbing the paper off the desk and her phone. She sits down on her bed and begins looking through things to order, clothes, toiletries, snacks, and groceries as well as a few decor items to try and make this place feel like home, a word she hadn’t thought of in a long time, I word she honestly thought she would never hear again. She sits on her bed until the sun almost sets ordering things, before getting the confirmation that the courier will arrive soon and someone will bring the items to the front door of the apartment. She quietly sets her phone down and heads out of her living area to the common area. She notices Steve and Bucky sitting on the couch watching TV while Sam is scrolling on his phone in the chair. The three glance up when she steps out offering small smiles that she returns as she opens the front door to see the mountain of bags sitting there. She coughs slightly, not realizing she has bought that much. Sam glances over and lets out a laugh as he stands up. “Went a little crazy huh? It’s fine we’ve all been there, let me help.” He says as he walks up behind her and begins carrying things inside. “If you want you can take stuff to your room and I’ll put the snacks and groceries up, we just put everything in the cabinets, but always ask before taking something we didn't buy, most of the time it is a big deal.” He says with a smile and Kat nods as she starts loading her arms up with bags. Bucky had been watching from the couch and quietly stood up and walked over to take a few of the bags. “Let me help you there Doll.” He says quietly as she stares at him in shock slightly before nodding. They carry her items to her room and sit them on the bed before Bucky silently walks back out to join Steve on the couch again. Kat spends the rest of the evening decorating her space and organizing her new items.

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