#I really don’t have words for how much I love this team 😭

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GUARDED

summary: Genesis has been protecting her heart ever since she filed for divorce and didn’t want to be in another relationship until he came around and changed her mind.

this fanfic is 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED

warnings contain: emotional abuse, divorce, depression, fighting, mention of blood, disposal of bodies, slight injuries, mention of a gun, drugs, unprotected sex, mention of baby fever.

word count: 7.2k

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

smut warning: it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I am improving at the moment

Jimmy Uso x Genesis

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

thanks to my friend @charmed-dreamssss for helping me with the title 🫶🏽

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San Diego, California - 2:30PM

Genesis and Jimmy were at the gym, where Jimmy assisted Genesis with her form. His hand rested on her waist, drawing her closer as they exchanged glances in the mirror.

His gaze in the mirror sent her stomach into knots, making her so anxious that she intentionally made mistakes just to provoke a response from him.

His deep-set eyes glimmered in a way that he was aware captivated her.

“You messing up on purpose mamas?” Jimmy asked.

“No, it’s hard to focus when I have a handsome man like yourself looking at me like you wanna devour me in this gym right now.” Genesis responded.

Her reply made him laugh, his thumbs gently gliding along the curve of her waist, even though the tension between them was palpable, like a quiet mouse, as they struggled to resist the urge to touch each other.

He positioned himself behind her, maintaining a comfortable distance while still being close enough to assist with her squat technique.

“A’ight.” He spoke softly, "Position your feet shoulder-width apart. Maintain an upright chest, engage your core, and keep your gaze forward. Also, avoid locking your knees."

Genesis carefully followed his guidance, adjusting her position. "Is this how it's done?"

He observed intently from behind her, saying, "Almost there, let me give you a hand."

She sensed one of his hands resting on her waist while the other gently adjusted her thighs from the outside, a blend of caution and assurance in his touch.

"Just like this, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice softly caressing her ear. "Now tilt a bit more, just like mama does."

A wave of anxiety washed over her as her breath hitched in her throat, causing her skin to tingle at his soft caress. Nevertheless, she successfully complied with his guidance and lowered herself into a shallow squat.

“Doing good mamas.” He said.

She nodded and deliberately repeated it slowly, allowing her lips to move slightly more to emphasize her point.

Jimmy’s hand froze.

“Gigi.”

“Yes?” She answered with a soft tone.

“You tryna get us thrown out this gym?”

She turned to him with her wide, innocent eyes and said, 'Bo, I'm not doing anything wrong. I'm simply following your guidance.'

His gaze lingered on her silhouette, his jaw clenching momentarily, “this yo’ second time doing this on purpose.”

She leaned down once more, this time more slowly and with greater depth. “I’m just doing my squats Bo, you’re being dramatic.” 

“Yeah, aight. keep doing squats like that and imma squat something else Gigi.” 

She pressed her lips together to suppress a smile and stood tall. “what? you gonna bend me over or something?”

He moved in even closer, his chest almost touching her back. His hands encircled her waist, holding her more firmly.

“I could, but I won’t because we gotta work in a bit so imma let this one slide.” He muttered quietly.

This made her laugh at him; she was always so daring in his presence, pushing his limits to see if he would take any risks, no matter the consequences.

She turned her head slightly, “you so nasty Bo.”

He moved closer, his lips nearly touching her ear. "You always understand me like this, Gigi," he whispered, pressing his firm body against her so she could sense his excitement. "You have a way of getting me all worked up in this gym."

She glanced around the gym to check if anyone was watching, but no one seemed to notice. This prompted her to take hold of his rigid member, stroking it, which led him to grasp her throat, pulling her closer to him.

“You’d fucked me right here in this gym?” She inquired, casting another look around to ensure they weren't being observed.

“Mhm, if I had it my way. I’ll take you over to one of restrooms and bend that ass over, fucking you until those legs are trembling.” He gestured. “Make you cum all over my dick.”

A sly grin played on her lips as she withdrew her hand from his rigid arousal. With each passing moment, she felt her panties growing wetter, prompting her to squeeze her thighs together in an effort to maintain her composure in the gym.

As he gently brushed aside the strands of her braids from her neck, she felt his warm, wet kisses send shivers down her spine, causing her to melt into him at once. "Daddy," she murmured softly.

“What? Just say the word and I’ll take you over there right now mamas.” He whispered against her skin.

She paused briefly, taking in the scene around her, where people were either immersed in their music or working out. "Take me," she said, and that was all he needed to hear. He stepped up behind her and pulled her toward one of the restrooms, ready to turn her world upside down.

—

Pechanga Arena - 7:00PM

Genesis recently wrapped up her interview with The Street Profits, discussing their aspirations to become the top contenders for the tag team titles tonight. Just then, she took a sip of water and noticed her best friend Jade approaching her.

Before setting her water bottle down, she smiled and embraced her. As they pulled apart, Jade noticed the same radiant glow that had been present for the past four months since Jimmy and her best friend became a couple.

However, that wasn't the reason she was approaching her.

“Girl, first off you’re glowing and secondly have you been checking your messages lately?” Jade said.

She raised an eyebrow at her with a confused expression on her face, “no? Why did something happen?”

Jade took out her phone and opened her messages, showing Genesis several texts from Quincy reaching out to her.

Q💔: Yo Jade tell Gigi to text me back  Q💔: tell her I miss you and want her home please  Q💔: I want to break up with that Samoan ass nigga he don’t know how to deal with her like I can Q💔: you gotta believe me Jade Please 

Genesis's expression twisted in revulsion as she read the messages he had sent to Jade, prompting her to check her own messages and discover multiple notifications from him.

She sighed and rolled her eyes at his latest message, suggesting they meet up tomorrow to sort out their issues.

“He wants me to meet up with him tomorrow, and I’m not doing that. Why can’t he see that I’m cool where I’m at?” She said.

“That’s what I literally told him and he was complaining and talking shit about Jonathan knowing Jonathan would put a bullet to his brain.” 

“I feel like this is a tactic from Zilla, because Quincy don’t be this sympathetic about what he did.” Jade nodded her head in agreement. “Especially with that court date coming up.”

Fuck She completely overlooked her upcoming court date, and it felt as if she was reliving the pain of her divorce. Sitting in that courtroom, away from Quincy, she found herself facing the ordeal once more, but this time it was with Zilla, as she pursued charges against him for nearly assaulting and harassing her during his suspension.

“Thanks for reminding me, I hope He goes to jail. So I can move on from all this if I’m being honest I want to have a baby.” Genesis said as she had seen her best friend's eyes wide open.

“Excuse me? Did my best friend just say she’s having baby fever right now? Oh girl Jon got you hooked.” 

Genesis elbowed her playfully, rolling her eyes—she had been contemplating the idea of starting a family with Jimmy for a while now, but she was also anxious about moving too quickly since they had only been dating for four months, which made her feel apprehensive.

“Yes, I’m having baby fever right now. It just a phase though. I’ll get over it.” 

Jade rolled her eyes, “girl nah, you want that baby with Jon I can feel it especially the way he has been holding you down for four months into the relationship girl that’s a man and husband right there.”

“Don’t you think that’s moving too fast Jade? I mean we’ve only been together for four months, not even a year ion wanna rush into anything.” Jade empathized with her best friend's longing for motherhood, especially since Jimmy was capable of fulfilling that dream, yet she sensed Genesis's uncertainty about the whole baby situation.

She draped her arm over her shoulders while Genesis gazed up at her. "Just take a moment to reflect before rushing into a decision, and have a chat with Jonathan about it. I know he cares for you immensely, Gigi, and would do anything to support you."

Genesis smiled and nodded at her best friend, feeling grateful that she could share anything with her without fear of judgment.

“Well imma go, gotta do a segment for the show but remember what I said Gigi.” Jade said.

“Okay I’ll see you later bestie!” Genesis exclaimed as she pulled her phone out to text Jimmy.

Gigi🤍: Bo?

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: what’s up baby?

Gigi🤍: can we have our little mini walk together? If you aren’t busy ofc

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: is something wrong mamas?

She realized he might think something was amiss, but all she wanted was to have an open and meaningful discussion with him about her thoughts on the baby fever issue that's been on her mind.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: do I have to catch another body for you mamas bc I’ll do it 

Gigi🤍: No 😭😭 I’m okay I just want to talk to you about something Bo

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: aight I was finna say girl, but I’ll be outside waiting on you when I’m done with the segment for the show aight?

Gigi🤍: okay Bo

With everything being pre-recorded for tonight's Smackdown show, it was likely going to take him a while to wrap up. So, she took the initiative, grabbing her hoodie from the equipment box and her phone before heading out to the front.

As she scrolled through her phone, catching glimpses of her family's posts from home that she longed for, she wished for a day or two off to book a flight back. Lost in thought, she accidentally collided with someone, only to realize it was Trinity of all people.

She sighed in exasperation when her friend remained silent until she finally called out her name, grabbing her attention.

“Whore? How the fuck am I the whore? When he wanted me first?” Genesis clapped back, placing her phone in her pocket.

“You ruined everything me and him had going on!” Trinity hollered as she pointed her finger at her.

“I didn’t ruin anything, it just seems like he made up his mind and didn’t want you anymore.” She responded while shrugging her shoulders.

At that moment, Trinity reached her breaking point with Genesis's sarcastic comments. She charged at Genesis, attempting to grab her braids, but Genesis skillfully dodged, delivering a brutal punch to Trinity's face. The impact sent Trinity reeling backward, clutching her nose as warm blood began to trickle down.

“You want a round two bitch? C’mon.” Genesis removed her hoodie, tossing it aside as onlookers observed the entire scene unfold before their eyes.

At that moment, Trinity seized Genesis by her braids, attempting to land a few punches, but they missed as Genesis countered with a powerful body slam, sending Trinity crashing to the ground with a resounding thud that drew everyone's gaze.

Genesis relentlessly pounded Trinity's head against the pavement, delivering another brutal punch to her face. Despite Trinity's attempts to shield herself with her arms, she was no match for the fury of Genesis's blows. Genesis then yanked her up by the hair, treating her like a rag doll, and slammed her body against the metal pipe at the end of the table, eliciting a painful groan from Trinity.

She repeated the action relentlessly until she felt a sense of fulfillment—snatching a nearby chair, she slammed it onto the ground, startling Trinity and everyone else around her; her madness surpassed even that of Jimmy.

“Get up bitch! You wanted this shit right?! Get the fuck up!” 

Trinity struggled to rise, gripping her side and limping slightly as she attempted to gain momentum. Meanwhile, Genesis spun around, swinging the chair on her back, which elicited a cry of pain that infuriated Trinity. In a fit of rage, she snatched the chair from Genesis, poised to retaliate, when a booming voice echoed from behind them.

“Swing that fucking chair at her and I’ll fuck you up Trin I swear to god.” Jimmy's voice thundered behind them as Jey followed closely.

Jimmy approached Genesis, wrapping his arms around her waist, while casting a fierce look at Trinity, who was visibly angry and frustrated after Jey had removed her chair.

“You’re making threats at me?! You fucking bitch!”

“I am, and I meant that shit Trin. Why are you starting shit with her for?”

“Because this stupid whore bumped into me!” 

“And this is why yo’ ass got fucked up because you kept calling me a whore!” Genesis was poised to spring at her, but Jimmy grasped her firmly, his face conveying a warning that made her exhale heavily.

“You better fucking respect her whether you like it or not she my  girlfriend so imma need you move the fuck around aight?” Jimmy said as Trinity huffed while stomping away.

Genesis felt the weight of Jimmy's gaze, her nerves preventing her from meeting his eyes, fully aware that a reprimand awaited her in private. Meanwhile, Jimmy signaled to Jey that he would join him later, as he needed to address the situation with her.

He took her hand and led her outside, away from prying eyes, so they could have a private conversation. Once they reached the quiet outdoors, with a gentle breeze blowing, Jimmy stood before her, arms crossed.

Genesis was anxious to speak, hoping he would break the silence first.

He begins to say, “What did I tell you Gigi?” 

“Jimmy I promise you I didn’t start anything with her I was just minding my business and accidentally bumped into her trying to wait on you out front and she just started tripping.” Genesis explained.

“Okay, but that’s not what I told you last time Gigi.” With a deep sigh and an eye roll, she realized this was the last topic she wanted to discuss at the moment.

Genesis started giving him a disapproving look with her arms crossed, and Jimmy noticed her playful attitude, which made him laugh.

“Fix yo’ fucking face before I do.” She stood firm, shaking her head as he approached, his hand gripping her throat to assert his dominance.

His voice resonated with a rich, deep timbre.

And his head was tilted a bit gazing into her eyes. “What I say Gigi?” Looking at her lips then back into her eyes.

Now she was pouting like a puppy before whining like a baby. “Dadddy.”

He kissed her lips, “What?”

“I’m sorry for having an attitude with you…” avoiding eye contact with him.

He had a crooked smile on his face while placing a few more kisses on her pouty lips, “you sorry mamas? You know ion play that shit.” Jimmy’s hand slid down to cup both of her ass cheeks.

“Yess I’m sorry daddy, I’m sorry. But I do need to talk to you about something that’s been heavy on my mind.” Genesis said softly as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Talk to me baby, I’m right here.” Jimmy responded while rubbing circles around her ass cheeks.

She began to share her recent thoughts and feelings about wanting to stop using birth control, expressing her desire for his support, even though she was still uncertain about making that decision.

Jimmy listened intently, his gaze fixed on her as he gently pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. She looked up at him with innocent eyes, continuing to share her feelings about the baby fever that had been consuming her for weeks. She expressed her concerns about their relationship's pace and how long they had been together.

“Baby, I told you I’ll support you in anything mamas. Even if you want to have my kids.” Jimmy reassured her.

“I know, but I’m scared we are moving too fast.” Genesis responded.

“We can take things slow mamas, we don't have to have a child right away let’s just keep focusing on us aight?” She nodded her head as she smiled at him.

Genesis revealed to him that she had some news, and his expression shifted as she pulled out her phone, displaying the messages Quincy had sent her for him to read.

As Jimmy cracked his neck, he handed her phone back, his jaw tightening slightly while she looked up at him.

“Look, imma take you to see him tomorrow but just know I’m going to be right there behind you because I feel like this is a tactic from my cousin.” He said.

“I thought the same way about this too.” She added.

“Either way, imma give you something.” Jimmy raised his hoodie, drew his Glock from his waistband, and handed it to her, causing her eyes to widen in surprise. “Take it for protection for yourself just in case he be on some bullshit aight?”

She nodded, recalling the countless occasions when her stepfather would show her how to handle a gun or shotgun after returning from the gun shop—this was all too familiar to her.

“But what about you?” Genesis asked.

“I got another one in my duffel bag mamas you know I come strapped regardless.” Jimmy responded.

She examined the Glock, noting that it was set to safety mode while she aimed it forward. It was a sleek firearm, though she wished it were pink rather than black.

“But you serious about this baby fever you’ve been feeling?”

She looked at him, “yeah, I’m serious about it but my main concern is us only being together for four months makes me wanna wait.”

Genesis placed the glock inside of her waistband while pulling down her shirt, “we can wait princess we don’t need to rush.” She smiled at him while wrapping her arms around his neck and his hands were on her hips.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

—

Once the show wrapped up for the evening, Genesis began to gather her belongings into her purse, including the Glock that Jimmy had handed her earlier. It was at that moment she felt her phone buzz with a message from Quincy.

She clicked on the message and read through it.

Q💔: Can I come see you? So we can talk?

Didn’t he just say he wanted to talk tomorrow? Why does he want to talk right now?

Without responding, she tucked her phone into her purse, wrapped her hoodie around her waist, and slung her purse over her shoulder as she stepped out the door.

As she stepped outside, she noticed someone approaching her, calling her name. Turning her head, she caught their attention and recognized a familiar face emerging from the shadows.

It was Quincy.

The most recent time she had laid eyes on him was during their visit to Jimmy's mother's house, where he was busy capturing moments of her with his camera, just after he had been discharged from the hospital.

She drew her Glock and aimed it straight at him, prompting him to raise his hands in a defensive gesture.

“The fuck are you doing here?” She questioned him.

“I just want to talk Gigi, that’s all. Can we please talk?” He said getting closer to her.

“Well I don’t wanna talk to you! You said we would speak to each other tomorrow! So back the fuck up!” Genesis shouted loudly in the open air, steadfastly aiming her Glock at him as she held her position firmly.

She scanned her environment, ensuring it was only him present and not Zilla, as the silence from Zilla had unsettled her, filling her with fear that she might be taken by him.

“Genesis baby, c’mon now. You can put the gun down.” 

“Take another fucking step and I’ll shoot you dead Quincy.”

“You wouldn’t do that to me Gigi, you know you love me still instead of that Samoan nigga you with.” Once again, he was revealing his true nature, reminding her exactly why she had chosen to divorce him in the first place. She recognized all his manipulative strategies aimed at convincing her that her feelings for him had not faded.

“I don’t fucking love you! You fucking ruined me! And now that I’m in a better place you wanna come back and ruin shit for me!” As she fought to hold back the tears welling in her eyes, she sensed her emotions beginning to fade, slipping through her grasp like sand.

Quincy felt a sense of satisfaction as he noticed the way his teasing was slowly getting to her, a smirk creeping onto his face as he realized his strategy was effective. “C’mon baby girl, come back home to me. I’m sorry we can start over.”

As she felt the familiar weight of an impending anxiety attack, her breath quickened and her hands trembled, but everything changed when she witnessed someone land a punch on Quincy, sending him crashing to the ground.

Overwhelmed by her emotions, she sank to her knees, tears streaming down her cheeks as she struggled to regain her composure, allowing her feelings to wash over her as she sobbed uncontrollably.

Suddenly, she sensed a hand on her, triggering her instinct to defend herself; she reacted by striking out and yelling in alarm.

“Don’t fucking touch me! Don’t fuc—“ Suddenly, she sensed a hand on her, triggering her instinct to defend herself; she reacted by striking out and yelling in alarm.

As she surrendered to the moment, tears streamed down her cheeks while they shared an intense kiss, her body melting into his embrace. His tongue danced within her mouth, and with a firm grip on her thighs, he lifted her effortlessly, ensuring to take her purse and the Glock he had gifted her along for the ride.

He pulled away for a second before looking at Jey saying something.

“Take his ass to one of the empty warehouses, we will deal with him tomorrow. Imma take Gigi back to the hotel.” Jimmy said.

“A’ight then I’ll catch up with you guys later.” Jey started wrapping Quincy’s arms and legs with duct tape, blindfolding him in the process, before lifting him and heading towards his car.

Jimmy opened the passenger door for Genesis, assisting her as she settled in and fastened her seatbelt. He tossed her purse into the backseat before closing the door gently. Afterward, he made his way to the driver's side, climbed into the car, and shut his door with a soft click.

As he pressed the button to start his car, he fastened his seatbelt, casting a worried glance at Genesis, who lay unconscious from her anxiety attack. Anger surged within him at the thought of Quincy, the source of their troubles, and he felt a strong urge to confront him today. However, he knew he had to set that aside for now; his priority was to be there for Genesis in her time of need.

As he shifted the car into reverse to exit the parking lot in front of the arena, he then switched to drive and made his way toward the hotel where they were staying.

As Jimmy cruised down the road with the windows rolled down, he let the smooth sounds of R&B from his playlist fill the car, enjoying the refreshing breeze. With one hand on the wheel, he reached into the glove compartment, pulled out a blunt, and lit it up, savoring the moment as he drove.

After taking a few deep puffs, he exhaled into the air, feeling the effects of the weed rush through him. He sighed deeply, casting a proud glance at Genesis for her resilience, even as she began to falter. He was eager to confront Quincy and eliminate his cousin, determined to free her from the burdens she faced.

With Zilla's court date approaching, he realized he needed to be patient. He was aware that Genesis would be testifying against Zilla, so he was determined to do everything possible to keep her composed and prevent her from having an anxiety attack.

An hour later, Jimmy arrived at the hotel, turning off the car and tossing a small piece of the blunt out the window. He pocketed his keys and walked around to the passenger side, opening the door to unbuckle Genesis's seatbelt. He lifted her into his arms in a bridal carry, grabbed her purse, and gently closed the door behind them.

As he entered the building, he made his way to the elevators, pressing the button and patiently waiting for one of the doors to slide open. With Genesis cradled in his arms, he felt his phone buzz in his pocket, prompting him to retrieve it while still holding onto her.

As Jimmy read through his messages, he noticed one from his twin brother that caught his attention.

Twin⚡️: aye you want me to handle him or leave him here for the night?

Just as he was about to reply to his brother's message, he heard the elevator ding and the doors slide open. He stepped inside just as they closed behind him, quickly pressing the button for the third floor while typing out his response.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: Leave him there for tonight until tomorrow I gotta take care of Gigi, we’ll deal with his ass tomorrow 

At this moment, his priority was Genesis rather than confronting Quincy, so he decided to postpone that encounter until tomorrow. As the elevator reached the third floor and the doors slid open, Jimmy stepped out and made his way toward their hotel room.

As he reached their hotel room, he used the key card to unlock the door and stepped inside, closing it behind him with his foot. He quickly kicked off his shoes and made his way to the bed, where he gently laid Genesis down.

Jimmy removed her shoes and set them aside with her clothes, leaving her in just her underwear. As he stuffed her dirty garments into the duffle bag she had brought along, he made his way to the bathroom to fill the tub with water for their bath.

After taking off his jeans and boxers, he noticed his soft member as he approached the bathtub to test the water temperature. Satisfied with the warmth, he stepped out of the bathroom and made his way towards Genesis, who was now completely naked after removing her underwear. The sight of her in this state left him momentarily breathless.

As he gently lifted her towards the bathroom, his gaze roamed over her figure. He carefully set her down in the tub before positioning himself behind her, his powerful arms encircling her waist, assisting her in washing away the day's cares.

Jimmy gently placed a tender kiss on her neck while he carefully wiped her body with a warm cloth, holding her close as he cleaned her. At the same time, Genesis began to stir, her eyes fluttering open as she surveyed her environment, feeling the solid surface beneath her that made her flinch in surprise.

Until she felt him.

Jimmy her one and only  Her protector  Her future husband  Her ride or die And the future father of their children

As she sank into the warm, bubbly water of the tub, her body melted against his, and she felt the gentle caress of his lips on her neck. He tenderly lifted her chin with his fingers, guiding her gaze to meet his eyes.

For a brief moment, they locked eyes, and then he leaned in, capturing her lips with his in a fervent kiss, their bodies entwined as he felt his arousal pressing against her.

As their lips intertwined, his tongue danced within her mouth, while his hands tenderly cradled her breast, teasing her nipples and eliciting soft gasps from her. His fingers then glided through the water, moving down to her clit, where he began to rub in gentle, circular motions.

“J-Jimmy.” She murmured between his lips.

“What baby?” He murmured back.

The way his fingers danced around her clit left her utterly speechless, her thoughts consumed by waves of pleasure that made it impossible to articulate her desires.

He broke the kiss, his eyes locking onto her deep chocolate brown ones, captivated by her beauty. “lemme’ take care of you tonight mamas.”

—

With Genesis positioned on the edge of the bed, her back arched and her stomach pressed down, her legs wrapped around Jimmy's thighs, she found herself in a Chibi pose. As he delivered deep, slow strokes, her moans filled the air, calling out his name in pleasure.

With a firm grasp on her hips, he thrust deeper, his head tilting back in ecstasy as he observed her body enveloping him completely.

“Dadddy, oh fuck.” Genesis moaned.

“What mamas? Huh? This dick good or what?” Jimmy grunted as he slapped her left ass cheek causing her to whine.

“Yes daddy yes, this is the best dick I ever had!” She exclaimed.

A lopsided grin spread across his face as the rhythmic sound of his hips meeting her backside reverberated throughout the room, mingling with their shared moans and groans, while he gazed down at her form, her body bouncing against him like a thunderous clap.

He grasped her braids firmly, pulling her body back as she let out a sharp gasp, feeling him penetrate her more deeply within her slick warmth. The creamy essence from her body enveloped him perfectly, allowing him to slide in and out with greater ease.

“Pussy so fucking good Gigi, so fucking good.”

She didn’t respond to him letting him talk his shit while he was in it making her legs trembling and shaking as she could feel his dick kissing her cervix so good it had her seeing stars at this point.

As she tightened and relaxed around him, he couldn't help but groan, punctuating the moment with playful smacks on her backside. “This my pussy baby?”

“Yes daddy, it’s yours all yours.”

“You mine forever huh? You my ride or die baby?”

His movements grew increasingly urgent and unyielding, causing Genesis to lose herself in the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. The sound of her own arousal filled the air, serving as a vivid reminder of the deep passion they shared.

As he settled into her embrace, a wave of euphoria washed over him. He leaned closer, planting gentle, lingering kisses along her back, before subtly increasing the pace of his affection.

“I’m yours forever Bo, forever.” She managed to breathe out between the thrust.

“Damn right you mine forever mamas, fuck baby.” He groaned out in the air rolling his eyes in the back of his head.

He gripped her throat tightly, moving in a fervent rhythm alongside her as her moans intensified. “This my fucking shit right here, gimmie yo’ body baby.” 

“Fuckkk! Bo!” 

“Yeah? You like this shit? Huh baby? Cum for me baby.” Genesis bit her lower lip and nodded, but he wished she would articulate it—he craved for her to convey just how incredible it truly feels.

She gently adjusted her hold around the front of her throat, being mindful to avoid inflicting any discomfort.

He smiled at her, his eyes locked onto her form as it moved against him, delighting in the way he was breaking her apart—he loosened his hold on her neck as she collapsed onto the cool sheets, giving him the freedom to embrace her with unrestrained passion.

As she tightened and loosened her grip around him, a deep groan escaped his lips, accompanied by her soft whimpers that floated beneath the sheets. Jimmy spread her legs wider, using his foot to elevate the angle of their connection, which made her gasp and instinctively try to push him away.

“J-Jimmy! F-fuck!” 

Jimmy grabbed her arm placing it behind her back and fucked her senselessly.

“Un-Un, don’t fucking run from me Gigi. Take this dick like a big girl fo’ daddy.” As Jimmy plunged into the depths, it felt as though he was lost in her sea, swaying his hips in a mesmerizing rhythm that hit all the right notes, sending waves of pleasure through her, making her eyes flutter back in bliss.

He desired for her to fully feel every bit of him that he was offering, as he struck a new angle that pressed against her inner walls, the rhythmic thumping of the headboard against the wall adding to the intensity of the moment.

“Fuckfuckfuck! Bo!” Genesis complained softly, glancing back at him and admiring his handsome features.

“Mhm, keep looking back at me with yo’ cute ass.” Jimmy grunted. “I’ll kill for you mamas. That’s how much I love you.”

“You’ll do that for me d-daddy?” She whimpered softly, earning a slap on her ass.

The sensation of him repeatedly pressing against her cervix was overwhelming, each thrust sending her spiraling into ecstasy as she clutched the bedsheets tightly, lost in the moment.

With a longing gaze, she extended her tongue, craving his passionate kiss as she gave in to her deepest desires. He cradled the back of her neck, their bodies locked in a fervent embrace, while he delved into her mouth with his tongue, igniting the moment with intensity.

Their tongues danced and intertwined in a fervent embrace, sharing their essence in a heated exchange of passion. “I’ll kill for you every day if I have to mamas.” He murmured between her lips.

“I love you.” Genesis softly whispered in response, his free hand firmly grasping her curves.

“I love you more baby.” They remained locked in a passionate embrace, his arousal playfully exploring her depths over and over, stoking the flames of her desire.

He was eagerly anticipating the moment he could confront Quincy once more. This time, he intended to make a statement to Zilla, clearly indicating that he had indeed found the right target, and that target was him.

Jimmy fervently hoped that Zilla would be found guilty in court, leading to his arrest and imprisonment for the harm he caused Genesis. He was aware of some inmates he had befriended who could assist him in carrying out his plans while behind bars.

His movements grew more unpredictable with each passing moment, becoming less stable as he pulled away from her lips, locking his gaze onto her eyes—watching her lose control beneath him, once again consumed by that familiar flutter in her stomach.

“g-gonna, c-cum…” She found herself struggling to articulate her thoughts as he delivered powerful thrusts that left her breathless.

He gently grasped her throat, leaning in to whisper tender words into her ear, urging her to let go and surrender to the moment, expressing his desire for her to bear his children and saying all the things that would ignite her passion.

“Cum for me baby, lemme have that shit. lemme have it.” His voice resonated with a deep, rich timbre that sent chills racing down her spine, leaving her with no choice but to respond with a soft moan. “Cum for daddy mami.”

“I-it’s coming….fuck..it’s coming daddy.” 

“It’s coming huh? It’s coming baby? make a mess on daddy.” His voice dripped with mockery as he thrust deeper into her, intensifying the moment with each movement.

In that moment, she completely lost control; a deep moan escaped her lips as her body shook and her toes curled from sheer fatigue. Warm liquid streamed down her legs, and Jimmy looked down, taken aback by the turmoil she had created around him.

The room was filled solely with the damp, squelching sounds that accompanied her body as it sank back onto the bed, leading him to administer a quick, stinging slap to her right cheek.

“Put that pussy on me baby, throw that shit back fo’ me mama.” Despite the ache in her back, she focused on him as he urged her on, swaying her hips in a circular motion against him.

With a joyful tilt of his head, Jimmy watched in awe as Genesis gracefully arched her back towards him, a moment filled with pure delight. “can’t wait to have my kids buried deep inside of you mami fuck.”

“F-fuck…daddy, I can’t…” she mumbled against the sheets.

““Keep fucking me Gigi, use me mamas.” Overwhelmed by the battle, she opted for quietude, her hips gently moving around the head of his arousal, sensing its pulsating essence inside her, while the well-known phrases flowed from his lips. “fa'aaoga pea a'u pepe”

He found himself entranced by the silky smoothness of her skin that surrounded him, leading him to trace his thumb around her other entrance before carefully easing it in, allowing him to take charge as she sighed with delight.

Their bodies swayed together in perfect harmony, his hips driving forward with a steady rhythm as he chased his climax, the sound of their union resonating in the intensity of the moment.

He released a gentle hiss, completely consumed by the warmth surrounding him as he pushed further into her, bringing her closer to the edge of ecstasy until she started to see stars, her thoughts enveloped in pure bliss.

“Jimmy! Shit!” Genesis cried out.

“Gimmie yo’ body baby, give it to daddy.” Jimmy growled.

With a firm grip on her head, he pressed it down onto the bed, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as he felt the rising tension within him, his thighs tightening as he embraced her with passionate intensity.

As he made love to her with an intensity unmatched by any other, she felt the warmth of drool escaping from the corner of her mouth, slowly cascading down her cheeks.

Genesis felt a fresh surge of ecstasy rising within her as she skillfully moved around his shaft, the head of his manhood gently pressing against her cervix once more. "Fuckkk!” She inhaled sharply, her eyes fluttering back in sheer bliss.

As he looked down at the alluring sight in front of him, he experienced a familiar thrill; the captivating view of Genesis's backside moving enticingly against him, his hand instinctively reaching out to grasp her curves and playfully giving it a light slap.

“I’m finna make a mess Jimmy, fuck I’m finna cum.” 

“Oh shit…do it mami make a mess on me I’m right behind you. Fuck I’m finna cum all in this pussy.”

She found herself longing for a baby, feeling a strong desire to start a family with him, but the fact that she was on birth control made her wish for a different situation; the idea of potentially losing a child filled her with fear.

“Gimme your kids daddy, I want them. Breed me.” 

“Breed you baby?”

“Yes! Fucking breed me!”

In a climactic moment, Jimmy pressed against her, merging his being with her inviting warmth, both of them letting out a profound, blissful sigh as his heat enveloped her. As he pulled back, he tenderly opened her legs, observing the way his essence flowed from her, a vivid reminder of their mutual pleasure.

Genesis fell onto the bed, struggling to keep her eyes open, but soon succumbed to sleep. Meanwhile, Jimmy, feeling both tired and amused, watched her with a gentle chuckle as he placed a loving kiss on her back.

He softly twirled her, holding her securely as he lavished her with affectionate kisses all over her body, calming her quivering figure. As he leaned in closer, he placed a gentle kiss on her lips, delicately moving her braids aside to uncover her beautiful face.

"Are you truly interested in having my children, darling?" Jimmy inquired, his gaze fixed on her chest as it rose and fell with each breath.

“I do, I really do. But I’m scared.” Genesis responded.

His gaze softened as he realized the pain she endured from the miscarriage caused by Quincy’s actions. Understanding the toll it took on her, he gently positioned her on top of him, allowing her head to rest against his chest while his hands soothingly traced circles on her back.

“You don’t have to be scared mamas, you know imma be there for you and our child I’m not him, I will kill as many people who stand in our way of what we have baby.”

Even though they had only been together for four months, she was determined to have his children and envisioned him as her future husband, seeing a life together filled with promise and love.

She looked at him innocently, “you’ll do that for us?”

“Yes Gigi, I told you this. I’ll do anything for you mamas. I love you.” With a heavy sigh, she realized it was time to remove the object from her arm, but she found comfort in the fact that Jimmy would be by her side throughout the process.

She gently placed a soft kiss on his lips, mirroring his affection as she felt his hand cradle her ass, moving in soothing circles.

“I love you too, but so much more.”

He smiled at her before pressing a soft kiss on her forehead, “I know you do baby.”

GUARDED 

a/n: wellll Quincy is in for a rude awakening when he wakes up in the empty warehouse all tied up and now Gigi is having baby fever lawddd ngl I love Jimmy’s character development so far this man done did a whole 360 fr fr.

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below.

STAY UCEY.

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Thankyou so much for writing my request CHAOS & CONFETTI... I still can't believe it... I'm crying rn!!😭 That was very cute & lovely including the title! (exactly what I wanted) I hope it wasn't boring or bothersome for you to write it 😟

Can you please write a part 2 for it? Tony & y/n settle into their marriage and fight over something one day and somehow Bucky becomes the mediator and does his best to to solve it for them and again somehow becomes the third wheel when they make up🤣 and in the end y/n announces to all the avengers that she's pregnant with twins? (Ofcourse you can write it only if you want to and only if you have time. No rush no pressure!☺️) Sending loads of loveeeee!❤️

CHAOS & CONFETTI - Part 2

⤷ ANTHONY “TONY” E. STARK

ᯓ★ Pairing: Anthony “Tony” E. Stark x fem!reader

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ᯓ★ Summary: what the ask said

ᯓ★ TW(s): emotional arguments, silent treatment / emotional distancing, crying / emotional breakdowns, jealousy, hints of emotional neglect (you asked for angst and I angst delivered)

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A few weeks after the honeymoon, married life settles into something that doesn’t feel entirely real yet. Not because it’s bad—it’s not—but because it still catches you both off guard sometimes. The way Tony says “wife” like he’s still tasting it. The way you write “Stark” on forms without thinking. The way the world didn’t suddenly shift because you got married, but it did anyway, in small ways.

You come home from grocery shopping and Tony has labeled every snack in the pantry with sticky notes that say “do not touch,” “I will know,” and “back off—married privilege.”

You label them all back with “mine now,” and he acts betrayed for an hour until you kiss his neck and steal his chips anyway.

There are moments that are ridiculously sweet. Like the morning he wakes up before you—an actual miracle—and makes pancakes. Bad ones. Flat and uneven. But he stacks them on a plate and draws a little heart in syrup and proudly presents them like they’re gourmet.

You eat every bite. He beams. You both pretend not to notice the batter on the ceiling.

Then there are the less glamorous parts.

You argue. Not loud or dramatic, but sharp. Over dishes. Over Tony leaving tools in the kitchen. Over you forgetting to mute your alarm for the third time in a row. Over stupid things, things that mean nothing but feel like everything in the moment.

One night you yell at him because he forgot to tell you a team meeting got rescheduled, and you showed up alone to an empty conference room. He shrugs, says it slipped his mind. You snap. He snaps. Then you’re both in silence, backs to each other in bed, angry without really knowing why.

In the morning, he leaves a note on the bathroom mirror.

Still learning. Sorry. I love you. (Also, don’t forget that meeting at 10.)

You text him I love you too and buy his favorite coffee on the way home.

The thing is, marriage doesn’t fix things. It doesn’t make people perfect. But it does make you want to try harder.

Tony tries. He tries more than you expected. He writes reminders on his hand. He asks how your day was and actually listens. He puts his work down to join you for dinner. Sometimes you catch him just staring at your ring when you’re talking, like he still can’t believe it’s real.

You start leaving notes in his lab. Sometimes sweet. Sometimes silly. Sometimes just drawings of hearts or random doodles. He collects them. Tapes them to a wall. Calls it the “reason-to-not-blow-up-the-world corner.”

He still sneaks into bed at 3 a.m. sometimes, reeking of oil and caffeine. You grumble and pull him in anyway.

There are new routines. Movie nights on Fridays with popcorn and bad sci-fi. Sunday mornings spent half-awake, tangled in blankets, trading kisses and soft jokes. Grocery trips where Tony insists on buying ten boxes of cereal and argues with a six-year-old in the snack aisle over the last box of fruit snacks.

There are also interruptions. Missions that drag one of you away for days. Press interviews. Training. Real-life things. But even then, the first thing you both do when you're back is reach for each other. Like magnets. Like instinct.

You start getting used to the small things. The toothbrush you now share a drawer with. The way Tony always leaves one sock on the floor no matter how many times you ask him not to. The way he holds your hand in elevators, even if it's just you two.

One night, during a rare lull in chaos, you both end up on the rooftop. You’re in sweats. He’s in an old hoodie. There’s leftover takeout between you and city lights stretched far beyond.

“You ever think about how this is it?” he asks suddenly.

“What do you mean?”

“This. Us. Life now.”

You nod. “A lot.”

He leans back on his elbows, looking up at the sky. “I used to think being with someone meant sacrificing stuff. Freedom, time, your... I don’t know. Identity.”

You glance at him. “Do you feel like you gave something up?”

“No,” he says immediately. “That’s the weird part. I feel like I got more. Like everything I was doing before was... incomplete.”

You smile, quiet. “Same.”

He looks at you. “You make it feel less like a life I built to protect myself from the world, and more like a life I actually want to live in.”

“That’s the sappiest thing you’ve ever said.”

“I’ve got more if you want ‘em.”

You lean into his side. “Save it. I want to pace myself.”

He wraps an arm around you, and for a while, you sit like that—watching the lights, holding onto each other, married not just in name but in the thousand quiet decisions that add up to love.

There’s still a long way to go. Still mornings where you argue over coffee filters. Still nights where one of you is too tired to talk. Still habits to unlearn, and new ones to build.

But there are also morning kisses. Shared playlists. Stupid inside jokes. A life you’re choosing every single day.

You never expected it to be perfect.

But it’s yours.

And it’s more than enough.

---

It starts small. Like it always does.

You don’t even remember what the first thing was. Something dumb. Something about him skipping a meeting he said he’d go to. Or maybe it was you canceling dinner with him because a mission got extended. You’re both tired, busy, stretched thinner than usual, and the words don’t come out right.

Tony makes a joke—sarcastic, sharp. You don’t laugh. You respond with something clipped. He rolls his eyes. You cross your arms. There’s a pause, one of those quiet ones where you could both still back down. Could still walk it back.

But you don’t.

“You said you’d be there,” you say, biting the inside of your cheek to keep your voice even.

Tony doesn’t look up from the tablet he’s halfheartedly pretending to read. “Yeah, well, things happen. Get over it.”

That does it.

You step forward, arms folded. “Excuse me?”

“I said get over it,” he says without looking at you. “God, do we need to turn every little thing into a debate now?”

You stare at him, stunned. “Every little thing? So me caring that you bailed on something important is just a littlething?”

He finally looks up, and his expression already has that defensive tilt you know too well. “It’s not like I was out partying. I was working. On our stuff. For us. Sorry if I don’t have time to play dress-up for a PR shoot.”

Your jaw clenches. “It wasn’t just PR. It was a joint appearance. You said you’d be there. I sat there for two hours answering questions we both were supposed to handle.”

He shrugs. Shrugs.

That shrug hits harder than if he’d screamed.

“I’m not perfect,” he says, voice low and flat. “You knew that when you married me.”

“Oh, don’t you dare pull that.”

He stands, finally. “Then what do you want from me? To grovel? To admit I suck? Fine. I suck. Happy now?”

You blink hard, trying not to let the sting behind your eyes show. “No. I’m not happy. That’s the point.”

Silence falls like a brick wall between you.

And for the first time since the wedding, neither of you reaches for the other.

Tony exhales, dragging a hand through his hair. “I need to go cool off.”

You don’t stop him. Just stand there as he leaves the room, barefoot, angry, shoulders stiff. You don’t know where he goes. You don’t follow. You’re not sure if you should.

It’s hours later when he comes back. You’re in bed already. The lights are off. You hear him pause in the doorway. Hear him move around the room slowly, like he’s trying not to disturb you.

You face the wall. You don’t say a word.

Neither does he.

He gets into bed carefully, the mattress dipping slightly. You feel the space between your bodies like it’s a canyon. Normally, he’d curl around you, kiss the back of your shoulder, mumble something ridiculous or soft or sweet.

Tonight, he doesn’t.

He turns off the last lamp, and the room is dark.

You lie there, eyes wide open, heart aching.

Married life isn’t always easy. You knew that. You just didn’t think the silence would hurt more than the words did.

---

The next morning, the silence follows you both like a shadow.

Tony is already out of bed when you wake up. No note. No coffee waiting. Not even the sarcastic “Morning, sunshine” he throws your way on the worst days. You lie there for a minute, eyes fixed on the ceiling, wondering if last night really happened or if your brain’s just playing reruns of something worse.

But no, it happened. All of it. Every word, every sharp tone, every slammed door.

You shower slowly, drag your feet through the motions, and throw on clothes without thinking. There’s a brunch with the team—something Natasha insisted on after the last chaotic mission. “No business talk, no suits, just food,” she’d said. “You two lovebirds better show up or I’m hunting you down.”

You almost cancel. You almost text her some excuse, blame it on exhaustion, fake a headache. But Tony’s going. You know that much. And the thought of him being there without you, laughing and joking like nothing’s wrong, leaves a pit in your stomach.

So you go.

The restaurant is one of those rooftop ones downtown, with string lights and too many plants and a view of the skyline that’s almost aggressively pretty. The team is already gathered around a long table when you arrive—Natasha, Steve, Sam, Wanda, Bruce, and... Bucky. Because of course he’s there.

You spot Tony instantly. He’s at the far end of the table, sunglasses on even though they’re sitting in the shade. He’s talking to Bruce about something that looks tech-related. He doesn’t glance your way.

You sit down between Wanda and Sam. They both greet you with easy smiles, but they fade quickly when they catch your expression.

“You okay?” Wanda asks under her breath.

You nod. “Just tired.”

It’s not a lie, but it’s not the truth either.

Conversation flows around you, but you only catch bits and pieces. Bruce is explaining some AI thing. Natasha’s teasing Sam about a video she found of him singing karaoke. Steve is trying and failing to understand brunch menus.

Tony laughs at something Steve says. It’s small, just a soft sound, but it slices right through you.

He hasn’t laughed with you since before the fight.

Across the table, Bucky watches you. Not in a judging way, not smug. Just quiet. Perceptive. Like he’s putting puzzle pieces together one blink at a time.

You reach for your mimosa and drink it like��it might dull the ache in your chest.

Halfway through the meal, Tony stands up to grab another coffee from the bar. You look up without meaning to. He doesn’t look back. His shoulders are tense. He runs a hand through his hair while waiting for the drink, and for a second, you wonder if he slept at all.

“You two okay?” Bucky asks, finally, voice low but not unkind.

You blink at him. “What?”

“You and Stark,” he says, nodding toward Tony. “You haven’t looked at each other once. It’s weird.”

“We’re fine,” you say automatically.

He doesn’t press. Just gives you that look—level, understanding, with just enough skepticism to make you feel transparent.

“Sometimes people fight,” he says, tearing a piece of toast. “Doesn’t mean it’s over. Just means you give a damn.”

You open your mouth, but nothing comes out.

Bucky shrugs. “But what do I know? I’m still single and sleeping next to a knife.”

Later, as everyone gets up to leave and people start peeling off in groups, Tony walks right past you on the way to the elevator. He says something to Steve, cracks a joke to Sam, even claps Bucky on the shoulder.

He doesn’t say a word to you.

He doesn't look at you.

You don’t stop him.

The silence stretches.

And every step you take away from him feels heavier than the last.

You hold it together just long enough to make it to the elevator.

Everyone else filters out onto the sidewalk, scattered in small clumps, laughing and waving each other off. Tony disappears around the corner with Bruce and Steve, still chatting like nothing happened. Like you hadn’t spent the whole brunch pretending you weren’t hurting.

The moment the elevator doors close and you’re alone, it hits.

You press the back of your hand to your mouth and squeeze your eyes shut, but it’s too late. The tears come fast—hot and sudden. The kind that don’t ask permission. Your shoulders shake with the force of trying to keep it quiet, but you end up letting out a soft, broken sound you barely recognize as your own.

The metal box is still moving. Too slow. Or maybe too fast. You don’t even know anymore. You just want to be somewhere private. Somewhere you can fall apart without the weight of pretending you're fine.

You don’t hear the footsteps until the doors start to close and a hand jams between them.

Bucky.

He steps inside, silent as always, and doesn’t say anything at first. Just glances at you, then away again. Then back.

You quickly wipe your face and turn toward the wall, mortified. “Please don’t.”

He doesn’t move. Just lets the elevator ride continue. You expect him to say something sarcastic or to walk out the second it dings.

But he doesn’t. He stands next to you, quiet but present, and somehow that makes the tears come harder.

“I’m fine,” you say, voice cracked and barely there.

He glances down at your reflection in the mirrored paneling. “You’re not.”

You shake your head, trying to find words that don’t sound pathetic. “We had a fight.”

“I figured.”

“He’s ignoring me.”

“Yeah.”

You sniff and press your palms to your eyes. “I thought marriage would mean... I don’t know. That we’d at least talk things out.”

Bucky shrugs, leaning against the rail. “He’s scared.”

You turn your head, still blinking through tears. “Of what? Me?”

“Of screwing it up,” he says, not unkindly. “You matter more than anyone else has. That kind of pressure makes people—especially people like Stark—stupid.”

You give a weak, humorless laugh. “So I should just wait for him to be less stupid?”

“No. He should pull his head out of his ass,” Bucky says. Then, after a beat: “But I can help.”

You look at him, surprised. “You want to help me fix my marriage?”

He shrugs like it’s not that weird. “Better than watching you both mope around pretending you’re fine. It’s exhausting.”

You snort through your tears. “You’re surprisingly soft for a guy with a metal arm and five expressions.”

He raises an eyebrow. “I have six expressions. Don’t disrespect me.”

The elevator dings and opens on your floor, but you don’t move yet.

Bucky finally steps forward and presses the door hold. “Seriously. I’ll talk to him. Or trick him into being somewhere you are. You can talk. Or yell. Or throw things. I’ll bring snacks.”

You laugh despite yourself. “Why are you being nice to me?”

He smirks just a little. “Because you’re the only one who ever shares their fries. And because, believe it or not, I like you. You make him better.”

You nod, trying to gather yourself. “Okay. Just... maybe don’t tell him I cried in the elevator.”

He holds up a hand. “Scout’s honor.”

“You were never a scout.”

“Still counts.”

You smile, still shaky, but real this time. “Thanks, Bucky.”

He tips his head slightly. “Go drink some water. And maybe don’t text him while you’re still crying.”

“Too late.”

“Of course.”

As he finally lets the elevator doors close, he says, almost too casually, “I’ll handle Stark.”

And somehow, you believe him.

---

When you get home, everything feels too quiet.

The lights in the hallway are dimmed, soft and warm like nothing’s wrong. But something is wrong, and it clings to you like humidity, thick and pressing. You slip off your shoes, drop your bag by the door, and listen for sounds—music, movement, Tony.

You hear him in the kitchen. Silverware clinking. A fridge door closing. Then footsteps. Heavy, purposeful.

You steel yourself.

When he rounds the corner, his eyes are on you immediately. And there’s something off about his expression. Not tired. Not even guilty. He looks annoyed. But not the kind of annoyed that comes from running late or a frustrating meeting. It’s sharp. Focused. Personal.

You blink, caught off guard. “What?”

He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. “So. You and Barnes.”

You freeze. “Excuse me?”

He gestures vaguely, his voice low and bitter. “Saw the footage. Security in the elevator. You two looked cozy.”

You feel the breath catch in your chest. “Are you serious right now?”

“I’m just asking how long the two of you have been playing emotional support while I’m out here getting the silent treatment.”

Your hands curl into fists. “He found me crying, Tony. After you spent the whole brunch ignoring me like I didn’t exist.”

He scoffs. “And you just—what—poured your heart out to the brooding soldier? Let him comfort you while I—what? Deserve to feel like crap alone?”

“You made me feel like crap alone!” you snap. “You didn’t even look at me! You couldn’t say one word to your wife all morning!”

He pushes off the wall, voice rising. “Because I was mad, okay? And I didn’t want to make it worse. I figured space was safer than saying something I’d regret!”

“Well, guess what?” you shout back. “You don’t get to give me the cold shoulder and then get jealous when someone else actually notices I’m falling apart!”

Tony’s jaw flexes. “So what, now you’re running to Barnes every time we hit a rough patch? That’s how we’re doing this?”

“I didn’t run to anyone!” Your voice cracks, too loud now, echoing in the hallway. “I didn’t want anyone to see me like that! But he was there, and he was kind, and I couldn’t keep it together anymore!”

Silence falls, but it’s not a peaceful one.

It’s thick, angry, fragile.

Tony shakes his head slowly, like he’s trying to rein it in, but his next words land like glass shattering. “Maybe you should’ve stayed with him. Sounds like he knows how to handle you better.”

Your heart stutters.

You step back like he’s slapped you.

Tony’s face falls instantly, regret hitting him too late. “Wait. I didn’t—”

“No,” you say, voice suddenly cold. “You did.”

You don’t wait for him to explain. You turn and walk down the hallway, quick, breath shallow. He follows.

“Wait, come on. Don’t—don’t walk away. I didn’t mean it like that. I was pissed, I wasn’t thinking—”

“I know you weren’t thinking,” you throw over your shoulder. “That’s the problem.”

You open the door to the guest room. It smells like dust and unused sheets. You walk in anyway.

Tony stops in the doorway, looking heartbroken. “You’re not seriously—”

“I’m not sleeping next to you tonight,” you say, not meeting his eyes. “I can’t.”

He exhales like the wind’s been knocked out of him. “Y/n, please.”

You turn your back to him and pull the door shut behind you.

It clicks softly, final.

You sit on the edge of the bed in the dark, chest tight, tears threatening again. You don’t cry this time. Just stare at your wedding ring, thumb brushing over the band, wondering how the hell things got so messy so fast.

On the other side of the door, you think you hear him say your name.

You don’t answer.

---

The next morning, the guest room is cold.

You wake up wrapped in too many blankets, but it doesn’t help the emptiness you feel. You stare at the ceiling for a long time before getting up. No sounds come from the rest of the apartment. No footsteps. No coffee brewing. No sarcastic Tony humming show tunes while making a mess in the kitchen. Just silence.

You don’t know if he slept at all.

You splash cold water on your face, trying to clear the fog. You’re not even sure what emotion is strongest anymore—hurt, guilt, anger, exhaustion. It’s all too much, too heavy, and sitting right on top of it is something else. Something that’s been bothering you for a while now.

You sit down on the edge of the bed again, hand resting over your stomach without even thinking about it.

The last few weeks have been… off.

You’ve been tired, more irritable than usual. Little things have made you cry, even before the fight. Tony spilling juice on your favorite hoodie had you tearing up for ten minutes. Commercials have made you emotional. Your mood’s been swinging so wildly that even you started avoiding yourself.

And then there’s the nausea. Not full-blown sickness, but little waves of it—in the morning, after coffee, when you get too hungry. You told yourself it was stress. Too many missions, too many wedding thank-you notes, too much adrenaline and crashing emotions afterward.

But now…

Now, sitting in the quiet with last night’s fight still fresh in your chest, you feel something else underneath it all.

A suspicion.

A possibility.

You don’t tell anyone. Not yet. Not even yourself, not out loud. Because if you say it, it becomes real. And you’re not ready for that—not when you and Tony aren’t even speaking.

You pull on a hoodie, quietly exit the room, and pass the master bedroom door. You hesitate. There’s no sound from inside. You keep walking.

Bucky texts you around noon.

[Bucky]: You alive? Or should I send a search team?

You stare at it for a second before replying.

[You]: Alive. Barely.

[Bucky]: Need air? Or coffee? Or a baseball bat? I’m flexible.

You smile faintly despite yourself.

[You]: Coffee. No bats. Not yet.

He meets you outside a café near the tower. He’s wearing a black hoodie and sunglasses like he’s dodging press, but the moment he sees you, he lowers them slightly, checking your face like he’s looking for bruises. You sit across from him at one of the little outdoor tables, wrapping your hands around the cup he already ordered for you.

You take a sip, then a breath.

“I slept in the guest room.”

Bucky nods slowly. “He looked like hell this morning.”

“Good,” you mutter, then sigh. “No. Not good. I feel awful.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“I said some things. So did he. And then he accused me of running to you and basically implied I’d be better off—” You shake your head. “It doesn’t matter.”

“He’s an idiot,” Bucky says. “But he’s your idiot. And he knows he screwed up.”

You nod, staring into your coffee. “I just don’t know if talking right now will help or make it worse.”

“Then give it time,” he says. “Not too much. But enough for you both to remember you’re on the same team.”

You’re quiet for a while. Then you glance at him. “Bucky… have I seemed… weird to you lately?”

His brow furrows. “Weird how?”

“I don’t know. Mood swings. Crying over nothing. Getting mad at Tony faster than usual. Nauseous for no reason…”

He tilts his head. “Sounds like stress.”

You nod again but don’t speak. Your hand drifts back to your stomach.

Bucky catches the movement but doesn’t comment on it. Just sits back and folds his arms.

“You think there’s more going on,” he says.

You glance away. “I don’t know yet.”

“If you ever want backup figuring it out, you know I’ve got your back, right?”

You smile at him, grateful. “Yeah. I know.”

He looks around, like he’s making sure no one’s listening, then leans in a little. “Also, not to brag, but I’m really good at punching Tony in the shoulder until he listens. Just say the word.”

You laugh, and for a moment, the knot in your chest loosens.

But even as you sip your coffee and make small talk, a quiet question presses at the back of your mind.

What if you’re pregnant?

And even more terrifying: What will that mean for you and Tony if you are—especially now?

---

You spend two more days dancing around the silence in your apartment.

Tony’s careful now—he doesn't snap, doesn't push, but he also doesn’t try to talk about it. He leaves coffee in the kitchen with a sticky note that just says “for you” and your initials scrawled like an afterthought. He sets your favorite snacks out on the counter when he knows you’ll be in the common area. He exists quietly, like he’s trying not to scare the peace away.

You miss him.

But you’re still hurt.

And underneath it all, that unspoken maybe grows louder in your mind. You’ve ordered a test, shoved it in the back of a drawer, and stared at it like it might explode. You haven’t touched it yet.

You want things right with Tony before you add that to the storm.

So when Bucky texts you the morning of the third day, you know something’s up.

[Bucky]: I need help in the lab. Come now.

[You]: You don’t go in the lab.

[Bucky]: Just come. Wear shoes. Don’t ask questions.

You almost don’t go. But something tells you not to ignore him. And when you step into the lab, you immediately know he’s up to something.

It’s empty. Too empty.

Then you hear footsteps behind you—and turn to find Tony standing by the door, looking like he’s been shoved into the moment by force. His hair is messy. He’s in sweats. And he looks about as surprised as you.

“Did Bucky lure you here, too?” he asks, rubbing the back of his neck.

You nod slowly. “Yeah.”

There’s a long, strange pause.

Neither of you speaks. Neither moves.

Then Bucky’s voice crackles over the lab intercom. “I’m locking the door.”

“What—Bucky—” Tony rushes to the panel, but the door hisses and locks. “This isn’t funny!”

“You’re not leaving until you fix your crap,” Bucky says casually. “Talk. Cry. Kiss. Whatever. I’ll be back in an hour. Maybe.”

The intercom cuts off.

You stare at Tony.

He sighs and leans on the nearest counter. “I deserve that.”

“Yeah, you do.”

Another pause.

Tony exhales hard. “Look… I screwed up. I know I did. And I was jealous, which is stupid, because it’s Bucky, and you’re my wife. But I felt like I already lost you.”

“You ignored me for a whole day. You made me feel invisible.”

“I know,” he says, his voice dropping. “I didn’t know how to undo it without making it worse. I didn’t want to come to you with the same damn ego that started the fight.”

You nod slowly. “I get that. I was angry too. Still kind of am.”

He gives a weak smile. “Yeah. That tracks.”

“But,” you say, stepping closer, “I didn’t stop loving you.”

His face shifts, softer. “Not even when I said the dumbest thing I’ve said since calling Thor ‘sparkles’?”

You choke out a laugh. “Not even then.”

He reaches for your hands, and you let him take them.

“I’m sorry,” he says, looking you straight in the eye. “For the fight. For shutting down. For accusing you. For forgetting I’m not in this alone anymore.”

You nod. “I’m sorry too. For shutting you out. For letting someone else comfort me before giving you a chance to try.”

“You were hurting. I wasn’t there. That’s on me.”

You pull him closer, resting your forehead against his. “I missed you.”

He closes his eyes. “God, I missed you too.”

You stay like that for a moment, quiet and still.

Then he pulls you into a kiss—slow, apologetic, real.

When you break apart, the lab door suddenly hisses and slides open. Bucky is standing there with a protein bar in his mouth, sunglasses on, arms folded like he planned the whole thing down to the second.

Tony squints at him. “You watched the whole thing, didn’t you?”

Bucky takes a bite and chews. “You’re welcome.”

“Creep,” Tony mutters, but he’s smiling now, that tired, lopsided one that means he’s at peace again.

You laugh. “He really did lock us in here.”

“I told you,” Bucky says, smirking. “Six expressions. One of them’s ‘matchmaker.’”

From then on, Bucky becomes your permanent third wheel.

He doesn’t leave your side for a week—not even subtly. He shows up at your door every morning under the pretense of “needing breakfast,” even though he doesn’t eat half of what’s on the table. He shows up when you go out with Tony for lunch, sliding into the booth before either of you can stop him. He walks with you through the park while you and Tony try to have a soft moment.

Tony threatens to change the tower’s security codes just to ditch him.

“You’re the one who said I’m family now,” Bucky reminds him smugly. “Family shows up.”

“Family leaves eventually,” Tony says, exasperated, while Bucky slouches on your couch, chewing popcorn loudly.

But secretly, you’re glad he’s there. Even Tony is. Because Bucky’s presence lightens the mood. Gives you both someone to joke with when things still feel a little raw. And he becomes the buffer when either of you starts to overthink.

A few nights later, after Bucky finally leaves—after you pretend not to see Tony slide the deadbolt behind him—you sit on the edge of the bed again. Tony watches from the doorway.

“You okay?” he asks, voice gentle now.

You nod. “Just… been thinking.”

He steps closer. “About what?”

You hesitate, fingers brushing your stomach. You haven’t taken the test yet. Haven’t even told Tony you suspect. You open your mouth to say something—but the words get stuck.

So instead, you smile faintly and say, “About how weird it is that I missed having Bucky around when he’s not even gone ten minutes.”

Tony groans and flops onto the bed face-first. “This is my life now, huh?”

You lie down beside him, hand resting lightly on his back.

Yeah, you think. This is your life now.

And maybe it’s about to get even more complicated.

---

You stare at the white stick in your hand, perched on the closed toilet seat like it’s holding all the answers in the world. Five minutes. That’s all it takes. Five minutes that feel like an hour.

You wait.

The silence in the bathroom is sharp. You think maybe you hear Tony in the other room talking to FRIDAY about a new project, his voice distant, unaware. He has no idea what you’re doing in here. You told him you were organizing laundry.

When the timer on your phone goes off, you glance down.

Negative.

Your heart clenches—not in relief, not quite in disappointment either. Just… confusion. You stare at the result for a while longer before tossing it in the trash and sitting back against the counter, arms around your knees.

It doesn’t feel right.

Your gut still twists when you wake up in the morning. Your mood is still unpredictable. You still cried last night watching an ad about puppies. Something’s going on. You feel it. But one test says otherwise.

So you book a doctor’s appointment the next day. Quietly. No fanfare, no questions, no Tony.

You slip out after breakfast while Bucky is raiding your fridge again and Tony’s too busy complaining about it to notice you sneaking your bag over your shoulder. You leave a note—simple and vague.

“Running an errand. Be back for dinner. Love you.”

The appointment is quick but tense. Blood work. A gentle smile from the doctor. She asks questions and you answer them all honestly, even though your mind races.

And then, you wait again.

This time, it’s the nurse who comes back in holding a folder. She gives you that look—the one that says something important is about to land in your lap whether you’re ready or not.

“Congratulations,” she says softly. “You’re pregnant.”

Your breath catches.

You blink at her, stunned. “But I— the test I took—”

She smiles. “It happens more often than you’d think. Especially early on. But you are definitely pregnant.”

Your mind swirls. Tony. The fight. The silence. The makeup. Everything. You don’t even realize you’re gripping the armrests of the chair.

“Oh,” you say, barely able to keep your voice steady. “Okay. That’s… a lot.”

“There’s more.”

You sit up straighter. “More?”

She hands you the ultrasound printout. Two little dots. Two little flickers. She taps gently, smiling.

“Twins.”

You feel the world slow down. You don’t even have words. Just two tiny spots on a black-and-white printout and the thundering of your own heartbeat.

You’re pregnant.

With twins.

By the time you get home, your head is still spinning.

There’s a dinner already happening in the Tower’s common area. Someone decided the team needed “quality bonding,” which in practice means takeout containers, mismatched drinks, and Thor cheerfully passing around flagons of who-knows-what. Steve is in his polite-and-suffering mode. Natasha is watching it all with an amused smirk. Bruce is already halfway through a bottle of wine he probably didn’t intend to finish.

Bucky is there too, and he notices you walk in first. He watches your face carefully. You’re trying to play it cool, but he can tell something’s shifted. His eyes narrow like he’s about to say something—but you shake your head subtly and take a seat beside Tony instead.

Tony leans in and murmurs, “Where were you?”

You kiss his cheek. “I’ll tell you in a second.”

He leans back, squinting. “That sounded ominous.”

You just smile.

You let the dinner carry on for a few more minutes. Someone makes a joke. Thor is dramatically retelling a battle with an alien slug that apparently involved three goats and a frying pan. There’s laughter. It feels warm, chaotic, familiar.

And then you clear your throat.

Everyone looks over.

You set your drink down, heart thudding. “I, uh… I have an announcement.”

Tony straightens a little beside you. “Okay, now I’m nervous.”

You look around the table. “I wanted to tell Tony first, but then this dinner happened, and it kind of feels right to say it with all of you here. Since you’re family.”

Bucky’s eyes widen just slightly. He knows. Somehow, he already knows.

You take a breath.

“I went to the doctor today,” you say, watching Tony’s brows furrow. “Because I’ve been feeling a little… off.”

Tony turns fully toward you now, eyes sharp with worry. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You squeeze his hand. “Because I wanted to be sure before I scared either of us.”

You reach into your pocket and pull out the ultrasound printout, placing it gently in front of him.

Tony stares.

Natasha leans forward. Steve’s eyes widen. Bruce sets his glass down slowly. Thor is grinning like an idiot.

Tony looks back up at you, speechless.

“You’re serious?” he says, voice rough.

You nod, smiling now. “We’re having a baby.”

There’s a pause.

You tap the paper again. “Two babies.”

The table explodes.

Bruce chokes on his drink. Natasha actually gasps. Steve makes a sound like someone just punched him in the joy. Thor lets out a victorious HA! and claps Tony so hard on the back he nearly faceplants into the table.

“TWINS,” Thor declares. “A BOUNTIFUL BLESSING. YOU MUST NAME ONE OF THEM AFTER ME.”

“No,” Tony coughs, stunned, still staring at the photo. “Absolutely not.”

Natasha grabs the ultrasound and holds it up to the light. “Oh my god. You’re gonna be a dad. A dad, Tony. Like, diaper duty and car seats and ‘where’s the pacifier’ dad.”

Bucky leans across the table, grinning. “You’re so screwed.”

Tony finally looks back at you. “Twins?”

You nod, beaming.

He exhales hard and pulls you into the most careful, reverent hug you’ve ever felt from him.

And then, true to form, he pulls back just far enough to mutter, “Okay, but you’re not allowed to hang out alone with Barnes anymore. You are clearly too fertile.”

You slap his shoulder. “Tony!”

Bucky leans back smugly. “Told you I was good luck.”

Tony groans, face buried in your neck.

And even with all the teasing, the laughter, the chaos—you’ve never felt more sure of anything in your life.

You’re going to have twins.

You’re building a family.

And you’re not doing it alone.

[unseelie-kaye]

[abbyslovergirlxo]

Same Damn Time

Caitlyn Kiramman x Reader x Ambessa Medarda

tw; Dom!Ambessa, Dom!Caitlyn, sub!reader, rough sex but they’re not so mean towards the end, wlw, sadism (cait/bessa), choking, slapping (everywhere lol), knife usage, blood kink??,masochism (you🫵) , crying, reader has a mouth on her and then folds (typical😒), idk why i made cait psychotic but oh well, oral, degradation, crumbs of praise lmao, ALL SEXUAL INTERACTION IS CONSENSUAL, I am not someone who writes noncon

Word count: 7.8k

… = time skip

a/n; whewww! like what can I even say, this fic is crazy asl. Like I actually think they’re gonna bring back stoning people just for this. Lowkey deserved. But I know there’s someone out there who’s gonna match my freak 😭 i had tooo much fun writing this while listening to the song, made me think of them 😩lots of tw!! so plz read that before scrolling!!! I feel like this is something you’re either really going to love or really going to hate sooo idk. Also I was literally fixated on Sevika/Ambessa and one edit drove me to madness so here we are, getting double teamed by Commander Kiramman and General Merdarda 😩 They’re both evil twins in this but Caitlyn is the more evil twin but no seriously read the tw…. anyways enough of my my rumbling, this fic is long enough lol.

Your ear shot up, body reacting involuntarily to the large grey door opening. Heavy echoing footsteps, hushed whispers, and then a closed door.

“ This is the one?”

The judgemental tone would’ve sent you spiralling, had you been anywhere else. But menacing glares and sharp words would do little for you here. The lights were dim, unfavorably so, only illuminating distinctly right above your chair that you sat in.

Their voices held unyielding authority. Everyone from topside did to be fair but something about these two gave away their status. Their faces were shielded slightly, your eyes squinting in an attempt to see who they were. That attempt was shot down, the small space of darkness they stood in protecting them.

You cursed yourself for not having been smarter that day, faster. For if you had been, you’d never know what the inside of Stillwater’s interrogation room looked like.

“ Yes, General. My enforcers found her near one of Jinx’s old hideouts. From the items that were taken from her we can safely say this one knows something. She knows Jinx. My men attempted to speak to her a couple of days ago but nothing came of it.”

You thought back to the ‘men’ who questioned you, hammered you with prompts that you refused to answer. The bruises on your back proved how badly they wanted to know but you never relented.

“ I don’t know anything.” A lie. A clear one. Both of the women ignored you, tossing back and forth bits of information. You tugged at the shiny metal cuffs, now wishing you’d taken Vi up on those lock picking lessons. I’m so fucked, you thought to yourself. The room was a bit cold and you weren’t exactly dressed for the occasion when they snatched you. So, somberly you shook a little, giving up on listening to whatever they were saying.

You weren’t going to rat. You knew that much.

Your head was hung when you heard them get closer to you. Not bothering to look up, you heard two chairs groan from being pulled, until they sat down from what you assumed.

“ Name?”

Finally you peered up. Your expression faltered for a second, not expecting the sight in front of you. Their outfits clashed and blended seamlessly all at once. One sat in an all black attire, her long blue hair hanging down. The other was engrossed in clads of gold and red.

Sitting right across from you, they both had menacing glares. Well, the glares you expected. Not quite the faces. Shamefully you imagined seeing them somewhere else, maybe in The Last Drop? The younger, sharp features and pinched eyes, looked at you with a particularly hateful look. That didn’t bother you though, she was as intimidating as the drunk men you’d fought with in the undercity. Pretty though, you thought. The other one was a different story entirely.

She was tall, you could tell from how she towered even sitting down. Something about her was elegant. But she looked dangerous. Growing up it was quite necessary to assess who you could and couldn’t take on, and the moment your eyes locked with hers, you knew. The scars on her face also gave way to what she was capable of. She was a problem, even if her stare wasn’t as heinous as the woman beside her.

“ Name?” She pressed. Her voice was calm but she didn’t look like someone who didn’t know how to raise it.

“ I don’t know anything. I don’t even know who Jinx is.”

The blue haired girl scoffed, clearly unimpressed. Her companion remained analytical of you.

“ You’re a terrible liar.” Her voice came off unforgiving and brutal. You’d be lying (again) if you said you weren’t slightly offended. But you kept a neutral face, ignoring her.

“Listen, this doesn’t have to be rough. How this goes depends entirely on you, you choose. We know you know Jinx. We know that you know something. The information you have is quite important to me,”

The older woman paused for a split second, her stare unwavering and promising. She looked over to the younger one before looking back at you.

“ to us. So we’re leaving this room with something, I can assure you that. But I can also assure you that if you help us, we will help you.”

Her voice was smooth, like wine. Well according to what people say about wine, you’d never had it. She was firm in her words, almost as if she herself knew the power behind her promise. That would’ve reassured you had it not been for the fact that she was after your fucking friends.

You looked between the two of them again, assessing the scene in front of you over and over. You were unimpressed, if you were being honest, something you hadn’t been since these cuffs first touched your wrist. Sure, you could tell they meant business but this was futile as an interrogation tactic.

Good cop, bad cop?

While the older wasn’t exactly nice, you expected a missing eye, pulled nails and burnt skin. What you weren’t expecting was two, unfortunately attractive, topside pigs to do a century old method. If anything they should’ve switched, you thought to yourself.

Maybe then they’d get somewhere.

“ Still don’t know who Jinx is or why I’m here.”

“ You’re lying, again. And protecting a known fanatic and criminal. Tell us where we can find Jinx.”

You furrowed your brows, annoyed with her insults and claims. Who is she to tell you that were lying? Well, you were of course. But regardless, the tone in the blue eyed woman before you made you unsettled.

“ I’m not lying.” You gritted out. “ I’ve been detained wrongfully. You’re wasting your time. I don’t know anything.”

“ Yes, you do.” Her voice was firm, final. You scowled at her, but it was nothing in comparison to how she looked at you. Constantly her jaw flexed, on edge and angry. But she had no right to be angry in your mind, after all you were the one chained to a table being talked at rather than talked to. Secretly you wished for the older woman to speak again, at least she wasn’t such a bitch.

“ Are they your friends? Is that it? Because I promise you that we will find Jinx, it will just be a whole lot messier without your help. I don’t mind that. But I’m sure you will.”

You fought the urge to wipe that domineering tone and look off her face. You’re never going to find Jinx! You’re nothing but a power hungry topsider who doesn’t know the first thing about friends! I’m not telling you shit. Was what you wanted to say. But instead,

“ I don’t know Jinx or whatever else you people plan on asking me. Like I said, you. are. wasting. your. time.”

You put emphasis on each word, tired of repeating yourself. But to your un-satisfaction she rolled her eyes, shaking her head.

“ Look… I shouldn’t be here. I can’t give you anything because I don’t kno—“

“ Right.” She cut you off, so obviously tired of your insistent lying, even in the short minutes. “And you’re not an undercity animal.”

“ And you’re not a topside pig.”

In all fairness it came out before you could stop it. You weren’t used to being talked to like this and keeping quiet, it almost came out of pure instinct. But if you were surprised by your words you didn’t show it one bit, a small smile almost playing on your lips.

Her nostrils flared slightly, her breathing elevating. For a moment you thought she’d explode before the other woman spoke.

“ Kiramman.”

You memorized the name, not sure if it’d be useful later once you escaped but just in case. She simply collected herself, nodding at the woman who she called ‘General’. Maybe this is where you went wrong, your natural element slipping out, your ego on its way to arriving.

“ You should learn to control yourself, ya know… during interrogations and such.”

“ Shut your mouth.” It was harsh and whispered. This is when you should’ve stopped but you didn’t.

“ You must be new, since you need a supervisor to help you.”

“ Shut it.”

“ You guys have nothing on me. You’re fucking desperate. I’m n—“

Mistakenly you were so focused on Kiramman that you hadn’t been prepared for the harsh grab of your chin. It was quick, unbelievably fast and that scared you more than anything. The strength of which she used to crush your face also attributed to the pit in your stomach.

“ You’ve chosen miserably.”

Her voice was meaner now, she talked as if you were nothing. Like you were stupid. Instantly you regretted wishing for her presence.

Embarrassingly you struggled against her trying to pry away but it was useless. She effortlessly held you there, your cheeks red with humiliation and anger. You tried to ignore the victorious face planted on Kiramman.

“ She said shut your mouth so you shouldn’t be doing anything but that.”

“ Thought you w-wanted me to talk, which one is it?”

You half expected her to break your jaw or lash out like the woman beside her. Instead she remained calm, eerily calm. Anyone with such strength and patience was someone who got what they wanted. But, you weren’t going to talk, you reminded yourself.

She pulled you closer, not without the rebellious tug from you. Silently she analyzed you, staring into your eyes painstakingly long. You squirmed and averted your gaze. She let you go with a ‘hmph’.

“ She won’t talk, not like this.”

The blue haired girl whipped her head towards her, then back to you, a blue fire blazing in her eyes. From the short time they’d been in the room it was clear the older woman held a higher position, authority oozing from her undoubtedly. But now you noticed something dark about the Kiramman that you should have picked up on before.

She was angry, unreasonably so. There was something constantly threatening to set off inside of her.

“ Everyone talks. There has to be something that’ll make her.”

The General hummed. “ I agree, but not like this. She’s loyal to them and she’s prepared for a cell if not this. She’s attempting to use our anger to distract us. She needs something else.”

The goosebumps from the cold air became accompanied by ones born from anxiety. Your mind went into a dark place, worried you’d never leave Stillwater. What if they starved you? Kept you locked in some cell as your body slowly decayed while you still lived? True fear found its way to you for the first time, the unknown overwhelming.

Kiramman seemed to hold back a sigh, instead taking a moment to actually listen to her superior's words. You couldn’t tell what she was thinking but from the firm nod she let off to the General, you knew it wasn’t in your favor. The grey haired woman stood now, making your heart race. Desperately you tugged at the chain once more, attempting to repeat your overdone line.

“ Look, I really don’t know anything.” Ignored.

The blue haired girl remained seated, leaned back slightly, watching silently as the older woman walked around the table. She walked to you with a certain prowess about her. She was taller than you’d expected, to your dismay. You refused to look at her when she was finally standing beside you, face aimed at the grey table.

You pinched your eyes waiting to be hit, choked maybe, or stabbed if they didn’t mind the mess. Your breathing raised as you tried to silently comfort yourself through whatever pain soon awaited. You held back a flinch when you felt large hands pulling at your chains.

It’ll be okay. It’ll be okay. It’ll be okay. Fuck.

*clink*

You snapped your eyes open, seeing your handcuffs now undone.

“ Stand up.”

You took in a breath, silently grateful that you hadn’t been harmed. You stood now, relieved. At least whatever they were going to do wasn’t happening in the now you thought. You looked towards the giant closed metal door, expecting your arm to be snatched as she led you to your dark cell. But to your surprise she simply spoke again.

“ On the table.”

You looked between the two of them.

You shook your head, not even at them, it just shook. No way in hell were you going to lay down on some metal table while these two psychopaths did whatever they wanted to you. You weren’t exactly happy about the bruises that already resided there, definitely not hoping for extras.

“ …No.”

You hadn’t wished to say it but you couldn’t bring yourself to willingly place your body on that table before they hurt you.

“ You misunderstand the situation. You’ve chosen already. So get on the table.”

You didn’t choose shit. That’s what you wanted to shout, to scream at them until your bones betrayed you. A million emotions rushed through your head, clenching and unclenching your hands. Instead you remained silent and unmoving, your refusal to acknowledge was saying ‘no’ in its own way.

“ Fucking impossible…”

You didn’t even have a moment to react to the words before you were pulled. A grunt left your mouth as your hair was gripped painfully. Anger coursed through you upon seeing the black uniform in your peripheral. You used your now free hands to try and pry her hands from you but she only gripped impossibly tighter, your scalp beginning to burn. She was swifter than you’d imagined she’d be, strong too, grabbing both of your hands with one, pinning them. This somehow was worse than cuffs.

“ Fucki— let me go!”

Ignored. Why did they ignore everything?

“ Where do you want her?”

Her General's eyebrows raised, but you didn’t see surprise. Not even disappointment. Content, maybe? You didn’t put it past her.

“ Let's put her on her back to start.”

She moved without question or affirmation. Irritation was clear across your face now, upset at the stinging that wasn’t letting up on your scalp. But clearly the woman behind you didn’t care, roughly forcing you onto the table. She wasn’t as tall as her companion but she was taller than you and it wasn’t an advantage on your part. The force behind her movements were unsettling, you hadn’t thought she was powerless at first glance, but her grip on you was unnerving compared to what you thought she was capable of.

The cold metal wasn’t welcoming. It felt like a million needles were puncturing your skin causing you to shudder. Your tank top strap had fallen off your shoulder amidst the struggle, close enough to slipping down making you wish your hands were free.

“ Give me her wrist.”

They swiftly transferred your hands, the Generals grip matching hers but you could tell there was more strength to be given behind it. You didn’t want to imagine her really trying to squeeze you. The cuffs you were free from moments ago encased you again, and you didn't miss the two extra notches she clicked causing your bone to shift uncomfortably with the metal. You scowled.

“ It’s too fucking tight.”

Not even a pitied glance, nothing. Ignored. Again. You shifted your wrist again, overwhelmed and upset. And this bitch is still gripping my hair, using her other hand to keep your shoulder on the table casually. So easily, and that made you feel vulnerable, helpless. And your now restrained hands weren’t helping, the slight burn making something in your throat want to creep up but you wouldn’t dare allow it, deciding to instead take it out on them.

“ Let go of my hair, you bi–”

You hissed, the stinging sensation pulsating across your cheek. It wouldn’t leave a bruise but you damn sure felt it.

“ Mind your tongue.”

The General ignored the glare you sent her straight from hell, instead taking off her jacket revealing a dark sleeveless sort of top. You couldn’t begin to imagine or decipher the detailing of it, topsiders always dressed too flashy in your opinion, too stuck up. Her arms were as big as you'd thought. Both being ridiculed with scars.

Then, another sharp crack resounded through the dark room, a quick punishing tug to your scalp. This one would unfortunately leave a bruise. You could tell. You didn’t hiss this time, too stunned, on the verge of groaning from the way she used your hair as a plaything.

“ What she said.”

Kiramman finally let go of your hair, the residue of her strength still pounding through your head. You tried to sit up but she instead used both of her hands to hold you down. With only your legs to move, you kicked but the General shut that down as soon as it started. Effortlessly she used only one hand to keep them pinned down, now looking over you and at Kiramman.

What now? You thought. Cut my skin until I fess up? Break my bones until I don’t have any? Beat me bloody while I lie on this cold table? Are they going to kill me when this is all over, when I don’t say anything? I’m going to die here, aren’t I? I’m going to die and nobody’s gonna know.

It’ll be ok. It’ll be ok. It’ll be ok. I can take it. I can take it.

Eyes suddenly squeezed shut, recited echoes of wishful thinking, a scratchy throat. You braced yourself.

“ Last chance. Tell us where we can find Jinx and I’ll send you back to your cell. Untouched.”

Your voice came out a little exasperated, anxiety and anger laced into it. You kept your eyes shut.

“ I don’t know who Jinx is so I can’t tell you that. I don’t know anything.”

Your shoulder crushed more into the table, pale hands squeezing.

“ You continue to choose stupidity, insolence. No more of that.”

Suddenly the grip on your legs were let go and you opened your eyes. She was still at the head of the table staring down at you. For a moment you considered kicking again but as if she read your mind…

“ Kick me and I will break every bone in your knee.”

Her tone wasn’t intimidating, demeaning absolutely, but not intimidating. The certainty in her voice made you throw away any ideas of using your legs. You liked your knees to say the least. You peered straight up to see an upside version of Kiramman, her long blue hair creating a shadow around her neck, her jawline distinct. Even without seeing her face, only the outline of lips and nose, the anger radiated off her body.

“ What now?”

The General looked over you, straight at her.

“ We’ll need to take her pants off for the next part.”

You and Kiramman spoke at the same time.

“ Wait, what? My pants?” “ Her pants?”

The older woman simply gave a one word reply, meant to supply both of you with a firm answer, ‘yes’.

“ Wait, wait.”

She looked down at you, eyebrows raised.

“ Do you remember something about Jinx? Something you’d like to tell us?”

You listened to the flickering sound coming from the light above you. One by one you let them pop into your head. Jinx, long blue hair and wild face as she hugged you. Vi, stuffing her favorite foodsin your face. Isha, making paper airplanes with you. For a moment you thought a tear might slip but it didn’t. You drew in a shaky breath, ignoring the sting on your wrist.

“ No. I don’t know anything. I just…”

You averted your gaze.

“ Is it going to hurt?”

A stupid question in your mind. No doubt torture hurts. But something in you needed to ask, needing some sort of certainty in what was to come.

“ That depends on you entirely. I’ll give you pain when you give me insolence. But when you give me answers, I’ll give you… ”

She suddenly ghosted a hand over your calf.

“ Relief.”

You shuddered a little, her graze unexpected. But you didn’t dare move your leg, not wanting to test what qualified as a kick to her. You didn’t want to imagine what she meant by relief, because it couldn’t mean that. It couldn’t mean that.

“ How does that sound?”

“ It sounds like I have nothing else to say to you.”

She hummed. Without another word she slipped her large hands in your waistband, pulling them down to your ankles. You wanted them back the second your bare thigh touched the cold metal. A click echoed and you looked to see a blade in her hand, small in size but formidable in design. Gold snakes seemed to embroider its handle. You sucked in a harsh breath at the sight, your eyes locked on it.

Your eyes flicked up at the blue haired woman, her position now changed so that you could see her face again. Her eyes almost beamed? For the first time an expression other than anger displayed itself on her features. Now she looked almost… pleased. Excited.

It’ll be ok. It’ll be ok. I can take it. I can take it. I can take it. Hopefully.

You ignored the last words, watching as the General kept her eyes trained on your plump thighs. Opening them, she traced it right on the inside of it. Immediately you could tell it was sharp. Too sharp. It was cold against your skin, not as harsh as the table but unforgiving nonetheless. Anticipation rushed through you. Hands clenched within its restraints, the light flickering and flickering, her soft hands on your shoulder, icy metal on your skin, her hand slipping onto your thigh and then….

“ Ngnh!”

Your head pressed into the metal slightly. You’d have been embarrassed by your whimper if it wasn’t for the sudden warm drip down your thigh. Blood, you assumed. You’d been through worse but you still squirmed at the cut now adorned on your skin. She pushed down on your thigh, not fond of your squirming. Then she continued, tracing the blade across your thigh, waiting until your body finally relaxed, stopping itself from that state of bracing. And right when you did, she’d swipe a quick line across your shaky, burning legs. Always between your thighs, always.

It felt like electricity was rushing through you, it was all so overwhelming. You felt like you were being swallowed alive and they had barely done anything. The cuts burned and sent a rush of pain through your nerves and skin. Everytime you looked at Kiramman her face was becoming alive with intoxication. It’s like she couldn’t pull her eyes away, trained on the way your leg wobbled under her General’s hand, how you whimpered lowly, the light trace of blood on the expensive blade. You jolted again, particularly harder this time.

“ Relax. It's just a little cut, you're a big girl.”

It continued like this. You tried your best to stifle the whimpers coming from your mouth. The last thing you wanted was for them to hear what they were doing to you. Over and over she painted your thighs with your own crimson, and it hurt. It hurt, it did. And that's all it should be.

But your stomach kept getting that feeling. It burned, like the surface level cuts she gave you. It burned every time her calloused finger swiped across your sliced skin, collecting blood. It burned when she smiled suddenly, as if proud of her work. And it was scalding when you looked up and saw those blue eyes entranced. But it wasn’t pain. It wasn’t…anger. It was something else. Something that made you want to release that feeling in your throat, made you wish she meant something ungodly when she offered relief.

“ What's this?”

Your skin was hot to the touch now, sweaty. Trembling slightly, you looked up at her. For a moment you couldn’t begin to imagine what she was referring to until you traced her eyes. You silently prayed that it wasn’t what you thought. But from the way she asked, you knew.

“ What is it?”

Kiramman asked, curiosity clear in her voice. The older woman smirked, staring down at the wet spot in your panties.

“ It seems her body is more honest than she is. I think our little prisoner likes this. Her panties say so at least.”

Your face burned so hot that it rivaled the sun itself. You considered saying something, protesting and denying it. But what was the point? It did feel good, the burn felt good. And she had the evidence right in front of her. You couldn’t meet either of their gazes, looking to the side in shame. Kiramman laughed, the vibrations reaching you through her touch.

“ I knew it, she was whimpering like a dog. Isn’t that right?”

You shook your head, still refusing to look. But she wasn’t having it, using one of her hands to pull your chin. Even upside down, she looked menacing. She forced eye contact. Her face was rampant with mocking undertones, sadistic glares.

“ Is that why you’ve been so rude? You wanted us to give you a little pain, show you a good time? You really are pathetic.”

“ That’s not tr– n-ngh!”

A stinging pain after a quick slap to your clothed cunt made you whimper louder than anytime the blade touched you. It felt like a live wire tapping your skin, your legs snapping shut. The wet spot in your panties grew, your breathing uneven.

“ Insolence. Tell the truth.”

I can’t. You thought. Telling them that you’d enjoyed it, even a tiny bit, seemed more daunting suddenly than ratting.

“ I’m not ly– f-fuck…”

You weren’t sure if you’d ever be allowed to finish a sentence, her hand opening your legs followed by another slap coming down. Your eyes fluttered for a moment, your face squeezing with pain and pleasure. Kiramman used the hand she never removed to guide you. A smile was now on her lips, wide with genuine amusement.

“ Oh god, did you just… moan? You really are something aren’t you? Is that what it’s going to take? A few more slaps to your cunt and you’ll be blabbering? Or maybe…”

She lowered herself, close enough that her hair brushed against your face. You whined again, another unsuspecting smack from the older woman. You hadn’t even done anything, she just liked the way your panties got damper with each hit. Kiramman almost thanked her for it, relishing in hearing the noise even closer. She whispered to you.

“ If I make you cum enough times you’ll remember something. I bet you’d like that, letting a… what was it that you called me…a topside pig make your cunt cry?”

Finally, you gave way to the ache in your throat. A tear fell down your face suddenly. Another burning sensation forming in your stomach at the feeling of the General toying with the rim of your panties.

“ Please…”

It was quiet, almost matching the decibels of the wind. But you knew she’d heard it. It was obvious from how her grin widened, her eyes looking like ones of a deranged woman.

“ Please what? Please…make me cum? Please…let me go? Please fucking what?”

In this small moment of time, you almost felt like you were watching your dignity physically leave your body. You imagined telling her to let you go, that you didn’t know anything and a few cuts to your legs wasn’t going to change that. And you considered it, over and over. Then something played in your mind, a sick fantasy woven in desperation. In it, you asked her what you really wanted to. And in it they kissed you until you couldn’t breathe, made you finish until you didn’t know how to walk. You considered both. But only one of them made your core ache with desire. Your eyes were even glossier now. Suddenly you were working yourself up for a new kind of courage.

I can take it. I can take it. I can take it.

“ Make me cum please.”

“ Please who?”

I can take it.

“ Please, Kiramman.”

“ That’s it. Finally something coming out of your mouth other than horseshit. But you still need some manners…”

The grip that had left your ears ringing suddenly came back, her pale fingers peeking through your hair. She pulled your head up, forcing you to look at the General. You groaned, arms thrashing slightly, the sting of the metal never relenting.

“ I’m not the only one here. Go ahead, ask General Merdarda too.”

You gritted your teeth. This was already humiliating, and she was just reveling in it. Your legs were already spread, panties damp, dried crimson on your skin, hands bound above your stomach. You’d already asked, multiple times. And now you had to say it again, with a death-like grip on your hair and those hazel eyes peering at you, awaiting.

“ …but I already asked y—“

The slap was even stronger this time , the force of it driving your body insane. Merdarda grinned at you, even laughing a little at the noise you made. Another tear fell down your cheek but Kiramman was quick to wipe it. Right before she licked her finger.

“ But you didn’t ask me.”

If she slapped your cunt again you’d probably start grinding against the table, somehow making you look more pathetic than you do right now. So you gave in.

“ P-Please General Merdarda, will…”

I’m never speaking about this if I get out of here.

“…Will you please make me cum?”

“ Well would you look at that, that’s all you had to say little one. But what do we get in return? Surely you can’t expect us to make you cum with nothing given back.”

“ …But…I already said I don’t know anything.”

Kiramman scoffed.

“ Even after you soak your panties from a little cut, you still have the ability to lie. I’m almost impressed.”

She let your head drop back onto the table.

“ Almost.”

….

For a second you thought she’d kiss them.

At first glance it seemed so, her soft lips trailed over the red raised wounds, her nose spilling cold air on them. You reveled in it, an ember threatening to go a blaze within you. That was until she nipped at it, a hiss leaving your mouth. You couldn’t see her smile but you felt it sweeping across the throbbing skin. You cursed under your breath, the force behind her bite growing more rabid. She slapped the thigh she wasn’t ravaging, quick and harsh.

“ You like that, don’t you?”

There that voice was again, smooth and sultry. You weren’t sure if she was referencing the strike on your leg or her roaming fingers but murmured yes anyway. Yes to all of it. She had your shirt hitched up, breast exposed. Every once and awhile she’d toy with them, trace an outline around your nipple, wait and then pinch. So often though she found herself distracted, your features giving away how desperate you were.

Merdarda found enjoyment in watching your contort every time Kiramman did something to you, anything to you really. You were like a tight coiled spring, threatening to snap at any given moment. It's like every touch has you ready to risk everything. And you learned quickly they were into this a little more than you, mania clear across their faces. You were trembling, Kiramman taking advantage of how sensitive your legs were.

“ C’mere.”

You felt a little dizzy, seeing her lift her head up from between your legs. She grabbed your cuffed hands, pulling you up to meet her face. It all happened so fast and you winced from the strain in your shoulders. She was closer now and it was just now that you noticed the traces of blood on her lips. You hadn’t expected a kiss this time around, but it happened. It wasn’t gentle, if anything it felt like she was trying to cannibalize you with her tongue. Shamefully you pushed against her, sick to your stomach at how good she tasted. Hints of copper on your tastebuds, her wandering hands. She pulled back, being sure to bite your lip before doing so.

“ You taste that? It’s you.”

She dropped her eyes to your thighs, licking over her lips once more. A trance almost seemed to describe the hunger behind her stare, but you couldn’t be sure. You didn’t care either way, you just wanted her to do whatever was on her mind to you and soon.

“ fucking delicious.”

The whispered lust in her voice rivaled the reaction brought out from Medardas heavy hands.

“ You should taste her General. She’s sweeter than that filthy mouth of hers.”

Wordlessly, she captured your lips next. Her movements were more experienced, methodical and you felt as though you melted into her due to it. Ruby lipstick smeared onto you, a groan slipping from her as she made sure to taste everything you had to offer. The metallic tinge on her tongue made her pull in deeper. You whimpered, dizzy from lack of breath and insatiable roaming hands.By the time she pulled away your eyes were low, an unfocused look about you.

“ I wonder if her cunt tastes even better.”

Kiramman smiled sickly to herself, her gapped teeth giving you a warm tinge to your cheek.

“ We’ll know soon enough.”

….

Your wrist were nearly rubbed raw with all the thrashing you were doing. Time and time again you made attempts to close those abused legs of yours, in hopes of protecting your cunt. Unfortunately, Kiramman wasn’t pleased and she slapped it raw until you cried enough apologies. She mumbled something along the lines of ‘can’t be stupid and greedy’. But you somehow continued to be prove to be both, whining endlessly about the torture of her tongue. She never let up though, only unlatching from you to say obscene things or mark up your poor legs.

It seemed the pair held similar views, sick desires. Medarda would litter your neck and breast with purple marks shamelessly. She smelled of some expensive plant you’d never heard of, all you knew was that it made you whimper everytime her skin was pressed onto yours. She’d whisper siren-like words to you, etched in sin, rough kisses between them all. And yet you drank them into your ears like milk and honey.

“ You just came, didn’t you? Nasty girl.”

“ Do you remember anything now, hm?”

“ Don’t be so dramatic, keep your legs open for her.”

“ You must spread yourself open often. You’re a natural.”

“ Your cunts almost as noisy as you, dear.”

And when her tongue wasn’t making you drip onto the table, Kirammans words were just as wicked, if not more. Her posh accent was a coverup for all the nefarious things laced into it. A very, very poor coverup.

“ I said— keep. them. open. Unless you need a second pair of cuffs? … No? Then fucking listen.”

“ Go on, you can cry. I know it feels good. Yes filthy girl…just like that. ”

“ You’ve made a mess. Say you're sorry.”

“ Quit it, you can get a break when you remember something.”

“ Don’t act so sweet now— had quite a lot to say earlier. Isn’t that right?”

This was wrong, every bit of it. There was nothing exactly right about two high ranking officers of Piltover and Noxus eating you alive in the depths of Stillwater. The thought alone should send you running. It should have you drinking hot flashes of anger, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. But it didn’t. It only made you spread your legs wider and beg shamefully for more kisses.

It all felt so good. They felt so good and a redeemable, rational part of you hated that. But every time rationality tried to sink itself into you, Commander Kiramman and General Merdarda were right there to sink into you faster. And by god, they made you feel more full than any morale.

You were so sure you were going to die before. And that thought that hadn’t been removed just yet, except now you thought you’d pass away from all the onslaught orgasms caused by the ravenous women beside and inside you.

“ a—angh! oh god…pl–please”

Kiramman held back a sly smile, seeing the way you twitched, body so sensitive. Her fingers were drenched with you, now gloveless. Initially her signature black gloves dug inside of you but the minute she tasted you she knew she didn’t want it anywhere but on her skin. Quite roughly, she had pulled three orgasms, somehow each one more intense than the last. But that wasn’t enough, not to them. Nothing was enough until those pretty lips whimpered something they could actually report back. And even then she wasn’t sure she’d want to stop.

“ Are you going to make a mess again for us?”

Pathetically, you fought back the white of your eyes before looking down at her. She couldn’t help but grip your thighs tighter at your teary face, nodding exhaustingly down at her. Medarda kept you slightly upright, your back arching into her bicep while she sucked on your breast. Honestly she hadn’t a clue how long she’d been at it but by the rate she was going you’d look a fucked out mosaic by the time they were done. She laughed to herself but you knew it was at you. And that fact only made you rut against the table more.

“ This is going to be your fourth one dear. We’re never going to leave this room if you keep being so stubborn.”

She trailed her kisses up your chest. A peck here and a peck there. The slow ascend of her affections compared to the rapid thrust of the others fingers made you bite your lip, the skin pulling between your teeth. By the time she was up to your ear you were practically panting.

“ Or is that what you want? For us to keep making you cry until you can’t anymore?”

They’d never know it and thank god for that but you almost whispered a yes.

Kiramman couldn’t hear what was spoken but she definitely felt it. You clenched around her even harder, a long mewl spilling from you. She creased her blue brows slightly as she sped up her fingers, making sure to never be gentle with that special spot, secretly itching to hear just how loud you could get whenever you came. Her counterpart was just as wanting for it out of you, a more balanced desire about her. Even in spite of the way she pulled you in for another kiss when she heard you sob, “ ‘m s-so close..”

This time Kiramman both felt and heard it, her fingers happily accepting the tight squeeze of you. She latched back onto your clit which was practically begging to be consumed again, if you asked her. Immediately you tensed, using every ounce of self restraint to not slam her cheeks with your legs. It also got devastatingly hard to keep up with Medarda’s mouth, she pressed into you like she forgot you needed air, like you only needed them. And as the coil in your belly grew and the sloppy sounds of her eating away filled the room, you did need them.

A muffled moan ricocheted into Merdarda and she invited it wholeheartedly. When she finally pulled away, you used your bound hands to grab at her hand groping you. You squeezed it the second you felt Kiramman offer a grunt inside of your cunt. She licked you like she was rabid, lost in whatever drugs your pussy clearly had laced in it. Merdarda found it all so nasty, so amusing. Seeing the renowned Caitlyn Kiramman so cruel but so feral, and you with your slick mouth gone and lips swollen, made her clench around nothing.

Even if nobody in the room spoke it, you were all enjoying this ‘interrogation’ a little too much. That manic laughter that constantly filled Kirammans head, those stupid pigtails and flashy gadgets, had even subsided for a moment. She still wanted nothing more than to rip that smile off her face, but the way the tears journeyed down your face so easily made her want something more.

Right now all she wanted was for you to cum on her face, and she nearly keeled over when she finally heard you sing that song for her. A moan that could only be replicated in the best whorehouses of Zaun left you. The pair both smiled the moment they heard you whimper what they already knew.

“ i th—‘m gonn—“

You could barely manage a single word, back practically ingraining itself in her arm the way you arched over it.

“ Let it out, make a mess.”

Your body truly was more honest than you and clearly obedient because the second she said it you did. Your self restraint abandoned you, left you on that table shaking and crying. Your bruised legs kissed her cheeks (not so gently) as she ate and thrusted at the same pace she did before, never letting up. Even with your legs shaking and around her she just drove in deeper. The pleasure slipped into overdrive making you shake your head, trying your best to pull away, use your hands, anything to make her stop. But Merdarda snatched your cuffed hands.

“ kira—kirammannn!”

Wow, that’s the only time she’s heard her last name and wanted to hear it more. But she ignored you, knowing you were begging for her to stop. By now your legs had dropped, too weak to hold up. Your whole body practically vibrated as you lost your breath. Maybe it was the burning sensation ripping through you or the cotton in your head but you stupidly turned your head to look up at Medarda.

“ help…me…gonna fu— die!”

First she looked at you, toyed with your nipple as your hands fought against hers. So pretty and so pathetic, she thought. Then looked down at Kiramman, whose eyes now opened and met hers. An amused glint was in her blue tinted stare and suddenly Medarda couldn’t think of a single reason she’d help you.

“ She’s eating child, don’t be so rude. Have some manners.”

She was looking at you when she said it, but from the mockery in her tone you knew it was meant for more than just you. And it was confirmed when a smile traced itself onto your throbbing cunt. But it quickly went away. She was eating after all.

“ i canttt! pleasee!”

Kiramman didn’t stop until you went silent, unable to speak, inconsistent babbles of nonsense here and there. You weren’t even shaking now, just twitching and breathing like the oxygen in the room had been sucked out. When she finally got up from between your legs she couldn’t help herself and gave two quick bites. A strangle mix of a hiss and moan could be heard as you watched her stand. She lifted her fingers to your mouth, shoving them inside.

You expected her to be rough and jam them down your throat but to your surprise she simply swirled them around your mouth. Despite that voice in your head you sucked at them tiredly hoping to please them. And pleased they were. They both watched as you weakly licked her fingers clean. By the time she pulled away they both knew that previous orgasm just couldn’t be the last.

“ Do you remember anything now?”

You were fucked out, but not that fucked out.

“…no”

Thank god, they both thought in unison.

“ I guess it’s my turn then.”

…

BONUS

Kiramman walked with pure candor on her face. She heard the whispers as she walked past but she ignored them. What was the point in entertaining fools? Besides, the moment her eyes met theirs they always went silent. Always. Today hadn’t been the best day for her. Most days weren’t, hunting for that psycho and her friends wasn’t an easy job or a fun one. But she wouldn’t rather be doing anything else. Well…maybe someone else…

“ Don’t let anyone in.”

The guard nodded dutifully.

By the time she reached the room, she was already imagining her sweet song. She didn’t have to wait long to hear it in person because it was practically blasting throughout the room the moment the door opened. She closed the door behind her, smiling deviously as she placed her heavy cape onto the chair.

“ She’s even wetter today, if you can believe it.”

She laughed softly, “ Oh I can believe it. How many has she got so far?”

“ Just two. Don’t worry, you didn’t take too long.”

“ God, I know. I got caught up with that fool Salo.”

Medarda laughed now, knowing all too well how annoying he could be.

“ medardaaa”

Your toes curled, struggling to handle the two large fingers inside of you. Both were devastatingly skilled with their fingers but hers were undoubtedly bigger. Way bigger. And if the size wasn’t agonizing enough, she was hitting that spot over and over. This time your hands were free, and you used them to grip her bicep.

Suddenly your throat had a new necklace. Not a very nice one. She squeezed her free hand around your throat, speeding her fingers. Clearly she wasn’t a fan of your interruption, despite the way her cunt ached when she heard her name in such a filthy way.

“ Can’t you see us talking? And you didn’t even greet your Commander. She came all this way to see you.”

You thought you were going to pass out, the squelching sounds and sultry insults becoming distant. Your mind and body gave into her once the resisting clearly wasn’t doing anything. And you loved it. Each filthy posh coated word, lingering touch, rushed collided lips left you undone. The strength behind their hands made you want to never be without it. And for the past two weeks it continued to, leaving you right here in this room on this desk, unable to breath, only able to cry and spread your legs wider.

Medarda let go, allowing Kiramman to finally slip beside you. As much as she loved the song you offered, she wanted your lips. You gasped into her, them giving you no time to actually catch a breath between the transfer. Lightheaded, you still pushed against her, wetness dripping from your face to hers. She pulled away, licked the rogue tear from the corner of your mouth.

By the time she was looking at you, you were heaving, clasping onto her bicep instead of Medardas now. She watched with such marvel as your face contorted into those beautiful expressions, such a drastic difference from the stupid girl she interrogated. Logically she knew she couldn’t call what all of you were doing an interrogation. So she opted to saying ‘some investigating work’ the few times someone inquired about her abrupt departures. It wasn’t a complete lie, her and Medarda were investigating something every couple of days. your cunt

Her gaze traced to the brown fingers moving in and out of you, then to glisten on her General's hand and finally to your thighs. They were healing nicely. Unfortunately for her they wouldn’t leave a scar according to the doctor she took you to. She almost frowned at the thought.

But then she heard you whisper a quick, “ h-hi Kiramman…”

She smiled at you, a warm thought coming to her.

“ Hi, filthy girl.”

We’ll make sure they scar next time.

P.s. They had the officers who beat you killed 😜

[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 with high maintenance s/o

A/N: Lost that ask in the void probably but this was requested by an anon 😭

Seungcheol: He’s high-key into it. He’ll really buy you five perfumes for one outfit because he knows how you love to have options. Carries your bag, memorizes your skincare steps, and pre-orders your faves before you even ask. The man lives to spoil you.

Jeonghan: Master manipulator meets diva energy; a match made in heaven. You want all the attention? He’ll give it, but he expects it back. He’s playful about it, teasing, “You’re so high-maintenance, how do I even keep up?” But he still loves being your only person. Lovesssss to buy you random things and loves how you take care of yourself.

Joshua: Smiles through it but definitely needs a manual at first lol. He adjusts quickly though. You want to look fancy for brunch? He’s coordinating his outfit. You’re picky about your drinks? He’ll memorize your order. If it makes you happy, he’s down, becaussseeeeeee, you’re his priority. He loves it that you know what you deserve and don't settle for anything less.

Jun: He actually finds you fascinating and loves you for iy. You take two hours to get ready, you'll find him watching you get ready. He’s supportive, maybe even starts copying you lmao. You want to look like royalty? Let me help you pick your crown; prime example of this behaviour.

Hoshi: In the beginning of the relationship, he was very confused but committed. “Wait… we’re late because your lashes weren’t symmetrical?” He’s learning on the job but he tries so hard. Gets overly proud when he finally gets your coffee right. Always enthusiastic: “You look like a queen!!” his queen.

Wonwoo: Ykw? Chill king with the drama [slaying] queen 💅🏻 Your energy overwhelms him a bit, but he secretly likes that you bring noise and color into his monotonous world. He’ll listen patiently to you rant about hair serum vs oil like it’s life-or-death. Buys you gifts with zero complaint [and he actually wants to buy you things you like].

Woozi: Internal screaming intensifies. You’re the opposite of his minimalist lifestyle, but he adapts because he cares. “Why do you need thirty throw pillows?” But he’ll fluff them anyway. He’ll get grumpy sometimes, but his love language is lowkey acts of service. Expect him to custom-make you a personalized closet system just because he can 🤷🏻‍♀️

Dokyeom: Thinks it’s adorable, will hype you up so much. “You’re so picky about everything… that’s so cute!!” He loves and so into pampering you and making you happy. Carries your shopping bags, takes outfit pics from every angle, and sings to you while you do your 10-step routine.

Mingyu: He’ll do your skincare with you. He’s got the patience for your outfits, the taste for your aesthetic, and he lives to treat you like royalty. “You want another lip gloss? Cool, let’s get six.” He’s your chauffeur, chef, stylist, and biggest fan. He's a loser for you fr, mark my words.

Minghao: Absolutely supports it—as long as it’s within lines. He doesn’t mind your preferences, but if it’s for show or insecurity, he’ll call it out. “If this makes you happy, I’ll support it. But don’t feel like you have to be perfect for anyone, not even me.” Will treat you with respect and spoil you in his refined, minimalist way.

Seungkwan: Overwhelmed, but will do it all anyway. You want to go to three stores for the right nail polish shade? “I—okay, let me grab my bag.” Complains like a sitcom husband, but deep down he loves being needed. Will absolutely turn into your glam team. “You want curls or waves today, baby??”

Vernon: Baffled, blinks a lot, He’s like, “You need four lip oils? What do they even do?” But he’s chill. He won’t always understand the need, but he’ll support you. Might even help you compare filters for selfies. “You like the third one? Cool, post it.”

Dino: You confuse the hell out of him at first, but he adapts. This man is willing to learn. You want luxury, so he’s reading reviews. You like constant attention? He’s there. High-maintenance doesn’t scare him, instead, it motivates him. If that’s what you need, he'll figure it out.

[gb-patch]

Structure Poll Results

Hello again everyone, GB here!

The release structure poll for Our Life: Now & Forever has closed. Nearly 10,000 people voted, and we got hundreds and hundreds of thoughts people left about the idea. I want to say thank you so much for the supportive and understanding messages. It made me pretty emotional to see how much people loved the game and cared about the team 😭 💖

To restate how this worked, players could vote for or against the idea of OL: N&F releasing Step by Step. We would change our original plan to launch the first three Steps together if people wanted us to. But we wouldn’t do such a major shift if people weren’t interested or there was more of a split in the community. With that said, this is the poll-

Yeah, it’s almost exactly 50/50 between people who want the episodic release and those who don’t actively want it! That could have made this complicated, but after thinking about it and reading the reasons for and against the options, I do think the decision we’re going with will be for the best.

Our Life: Now & Forever will not release episodically. However, there’s going to be truly massive updates to the demo this year.

And this is why: a true early access release with DLC content becoming available would impact things in ways that might not be worth it. Us as a company would have to promote an episodic release the same way we would the entire game launching, and then we’d have do that again when the next Step came out. We’d have to be concerned with sales numbers and such before the base game was even done. Also, the game would be releasing for the entire world, not just for our current players. That isn’t the type of work we want to jump into ASAP unless it was what a majority of players really wanted. The point of this was always meant to be something good for the people most excited about the project.

If we keep OL:NF as a demo and focus on putting out a ton of the free-to-play parts of the story, we can make this all about our fanbase and that’s it. We could drop a 100,000 word demo update and move on with our day like it’s nothing ‘cause it’s not a proper launch. A lot of the best content has been left out of the demo, but it doesn’t have to stay that way. We could make the demo a more fulfilling experience without impacting anything behind the scenes or putting anything up for sale.

Not only that, but those who don’t want to see too much of the game before it’s fully launched will then be able to avoid the extra content more easily since it’s hidden away as a demo instead of getting the full marketing treatment. Sure, it might confuse newcomers who try the demo and find out it’s absurdly long for a demo, however that’s not the end of the world.

Since there is this clear divide, I think a compromise that tries to avoid the main things people were worried about while keeping as many of the benefits as we can is better than simply choosing one side or the other.

I hope that sounds like a positive development. Look forward to future announcements about the mega-sized demo expansions that will be on the way in coming months! And thank you again for following along with the development of Our Life: Now & Forever 🥰️

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SUMMARY౨ৎ Being in Formula One has never been easy for Logan since he joined. At first, it was a childhood dream but now, his childhood dream is slipping away into a nightmare. The constant criticism, mistreatment by his team, being ignored by others, is especially getting into his head. But you are here to help him through these tough times…by less acceptable ways than others. Safe to say to not mess with his very overprotective girlfriend because something you say against him, might be the last..

PAIRING ౨ৎ Logan Sargeant x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS ౨ৎ reader is very overprotective of logan (and by that, i mean she goes after anyone that doesn’t give constructive criticism),

A/N ౨ৎ ugh i love logan sm and i hate what’s happening to him :( i really hope that if kimi antonelli ever joins now that the age has been lowered again, that they don’t rush him like what they did to logan. There wasn’t any specific way to do this fic so i did my personal spin on it.

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username22 mom is on her way to support dad 😋 !

y/n_l/n yes i am!!

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y/n_l/n AHHHH ME TOO LOVELY!!

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y/n_l/n omg 🥹🥹 i’ll spread the word! he’ll be so happy 🩷

username25 logan sucks ass as a driver

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username7 photos 4-6 just being of him and y/n 🥹

username8 they are so in love 🤭

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y/n_l/n rest and relaxation after the race where logan gets all the love he deserves :) (thanks for the photos lily and oscar 🫶)

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username9 TANGLED IS SUCH A PERFECT FILM TO WATCH WHAT

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username12 her caring for him after what williams did to him and logan not racing is what i needed.

username26 imagine supporting a driver that can’t even finish above 10th in racing

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username27 this is why logan hasn’t won anything 😂 his gf constantly babies him

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username28 i’m sorry that logan has to deal with this woman

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y/n_l/n AWE LOGAN :(

y/n_l/n i love you so so so much sweet boy ❤️

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username17 USA USA USA 🇺🇸 🗣️ 🔥

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username20 she’s happy that logan is happy… and that’s all that matters.

username21 i love it when people are in love

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hii, i loved ur ‘so long, london’ series so much it’s insanely well written😭 i think a similar fic with them breaking up over him cheating (or not, just being overly close) with odessa and reader releasing an album like HMHAS by billie about him, specifically ‘the greatest’ and ‘blue (or maybe even ‘wildflower’ if she’s trying to write it from odessa’s pov) would be so so good and i don’t think anyone could write it as good as you 🥹 if you’re not open to it considering u already have a fic like it i completely understand, just pitching in an idea :)

liar- drew starkey

drew starkey x artist!reader

one shot

warnings: angst, emotional cheating, cheating, mention of sexual themes, slut shaming, everything is for the plot, drew ain't that good and o is gonna be mentioned not in the nicest way. several pov's.

summary: the request.

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a/n: thank you for your kind words, you have no idea what this means to me really. to know people enjoy what i write and so long, london specially because i put so much work into it. also it's funny that i'm writing with billie's songs as inspo because i have her blocked on spotify (nothing against her just don't like her music.)

a/n: jade thirlwall is the one in the picture.

a/n: won't be turning this into a series. this is a one shot.

third person pov

she had wanted him since the moment she had set her eyes on him, she knew he had a girlfriend, everyone knew he had a girlfriend in fact he was the boyfriend of.

she had a name and he was the boyfriend of her. not the other way around, no she wasn't the girlfriend of, she was the name. and she hated it but she wasn't good, she wasn't nice, she just needed to crawl her way into his life, into their circle.

but how could she compete? if all he ever talked about was her, if his family loved her while they didn't really cared to ask many things about her when they met her, if his friends were also her friends while they laughed with her but didn't tried to be-friend her, if everyone loved her and she couldn't be more different than her.

her hair was free and her smile was sweet, her voice was powerful, her songs full of life while hers were almost quiet. she wanted to be her, she wanted to have him, she wanted for him to look at her eyes and not think of his girlfriend.

and then she met her, he invited her to his girl's concert. the seventh concert of the month in the madison square garden.

"baby." she laughed while she runed to drew's arm's who picked her up like it was the easiest thing in the world.

"amazing as always." she took his face in his hand uniting their lips, ignoring the girl that stood behind her boyfriend until her feet touched the floor again and she looked her way.

"oh hey! you must be dessa." she smiled and separated herself from drew to hug her. "shit sorry i'm all sweaty."

"don't worry." she smiled back. "you were really good. first time seeing you."

"you're the sweetest." she was so oblivious to the intentions the friend of her boyfriend had. "we're going to eat afterwards with the team wanna come?"

she noded agreeing.

"wait around here while she changes, we'll come get you." drew took his girl's hand while they walked to the changing room.

how could've she imagined her loving boyfriend would turn on her? how could've she imagined the girl that seemed sweet would become her most hated person in the world?

a month later her life flipped on a 180°.

y/n pov's

it had never happen, he never rejected me.

"c'mon they're waiting." he stopped my hands from wondering further down.

"that's never stopped us before, we'll tell them we couldn't get my clothes off." i continued to kiss down his neck, guiding his hands to my chest and trapping him against me with my legs as i sit on the table behind me.

"i'm serious, dessa is right outside." my eyebrows snap together and i drop his hands.

"go then." i push him away and i get down from the table while i try to get the zipper of my dress down.

"here let me help you." he reaches to help but i move.

"no, go. didn't you say she's outside?" he sighs.

"don't be like this." i stare at him through the mirror. "alright i'll be outside."

i look at them once i step outside, laughing like they're the only one's in the place.

"hey! it was amazing." she says one she spots me and he turns around, his gaze colder than i ever saw before. maybe i made him feel bad. i try not to look sad, i try not to look hurt.

so as we lay in bed i try to apologise.

"i'm tired, let's go to sleep." he turns off the lights and i look at him sleep all night.

i don't want to but i reach for my journal and i start writing. i feel like i shouldn't, we're fine right? but i can't stop myself and i write the whole song in a matter of minutes.

third person pov

the tour was moving around europe and outer bank's filming started, the world kept spinning and they hadn't seen eachother in two months.

maybe that was the reason the text's were shorter, maybe it just meant filming was busier than usual and she was overseas, the hour difference was bigger sometimes, maybe it was just that.

but if it was just that why did she found herself writting another sad song in her journal, but if it was just that why did she received a text from one of their friend's warning her.

text

maddie c 'hey babe.'

maddie c 'i know you're probably on stage right now but i thought i should let you know. odessa is on set, she landed last night.'

maddie c 'she slept in drew's room.'

maddie c 'call me when you can.'

her world crumbled down when her assitant handed the phone to her.

odessa's pov

i know he's telling her there's nothing to worry about but even if he didn't touch me, it's a lie right? she should be worrying because i'm in his bed. i'm getting where i wanted to be.

but his friend's don't speak to me, they all send me dirty looks, i'm where i wanted to be. taking up her space, so why i don't fit if i'm filling the empty space in his bed anyway?.

i'm where i wanted to be but he still closes his eyes for a second before looking back at me and tells me to leave.

"you should leave." he says.

"you kiddin' right?" i laugh at him but he doesn't laugh back. "c'mon she's just a jealous bitch who doesn't know when she's out of place."

"don't you dare talking about her like that." he almost shouts at me. "you're the one out of place here."

"drew c'mon we just shared a bed." but i know it's a lie.

"you know it's not all that happened. that kiss, that kiss was a mistake." he runs his hands through his hair. "it meant nothing."

fucker.

but i leave, i give him what he asks. i know how to crawl my way back, i just need to let time pass before going back in.

third person's pov

he asked for time off and the producer's gave it to him. she hadn't answer to one single call in the past three days, he saw the video's of her latest presentation.

her voice breaking down to 'love me or leave me.' it had been written about a former love but the tears were because of him.

and now he sat infront of her in her hotel room. he didn't tell her about the kiss.

"i should've gone to sleep to one of the guy's room, her room just wasn't prepared." the look in her eyes was just empty.

"you slept with another girl in the same bed." he nodded yes.

"i ask you to please forgive me." he took her hand in his and she flinched. "i 'm so sorry baby, i love you."

did he? did she believe him?

"alright." he didn't press any further, he didn't want to push his luck. she wouldn't find out at the kiss and a white lie didn't hurt anyone.

only that cheating on your girlfriend of three years wasn't a white lie.

"i don't want her in your life." he nodded yes.

"whatever makes you happy baby."

but that sickening feeling inside of her never left. just seven months later she was back in his life.

still no one liked her.

seven months later she woke up in their house feeling sick, he was at disney for that girl's birthday.

why couldn't he let go of her while his girlfriend's love and patience became brushed aside.

she no longer felt the greatest in his life, she was turning blue. their house was grey and she felt herself burning alive.

yn's pov

i should've known when i woke up looking sick yesterday, when i puked all afternoon, i should've known.

my biggest fear, the uncomfotable feeling that had set in my chest after reading madelyn's text's months ago, i should've known.

i should've known when i saw his 10 missing calls this morning and the video from my sister.

they were holding hands while her sister filmed them and she kissed him. and he didn't push her away, he smiled at her when stepped back.

text

yn 'i don't even wanna know, i saw the video and I can imagine the rest. we're fucking done, don't come home.'

you've blocked this contact

third person pov

the locks had been changed when he came back only a day later. he had fucked up.

she had sent all his things to his mother's house in a matter of hours who had called him, furious screaming at him to not even dare to bring his so called 'friend' home.

drew's pov

"baby please i know you're inside."

i knew she was, i could hear her breathing on the other side of the door.

"sweetheart."

"go away." her hand slams against the door and her voice is a shell of what i'm used to hear. "you got nothing else here, it's all at your mom's."

"i know. i just need to talk to you." i clean the tear that falls from my eyes.

"there's nothing to talk about, you cheated and we're done. i can't look at you." the thing she says next even if i know i deserve it, pierces right through my heart. "i hate you. i wish i had never even met you."

i hear her steps fade away. the consequence of my mistake, of the way i ruined my life makes itself known in the silence and darkness as she turns the porch lights off.

odessa's pov

all i see in the back of my mind is the way he looked at her and the hate in his eyes when he told me he never wanted to see me again.

i was a second away from being her. i wonder if she felt like i feel right now when she cried on valentine's day, when i stole her happiness thinking he would chose me.

a second away from getting him to look at me the way he looked at her. now i'm blocked everywhere and even my friends tell me I'm a slut.

drew's pov

six months after the worst mistake of my life i still have the notifications of her post on. now i look at her latest instagram post with an ep announcement.

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he was a liar ruining the greatest thing of his life.

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idk if i wanted this before or someone did but can you write about vi and reader having a baby? i really want to see it and vi's thing about babies😭

ivy - part one

★vi x f!reader

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notes: been getting many requests about vi and reader having kids so here it is !!! in the first part they are not having a baby baby but wait for part two !!! 😋 thank you @strawb4kdior and anons for the requests!

Vi had always dreamed of having a big family. She grew up surrounded by noise, laughter, and the constant chaos of siblings under one roof—there was always someone shouting, someone crying, someone laughing. That was home to her. That was comfort.

So, when you got married, there was a quiet—sometimes not so quiet—expectation from her side of the family about when you two would start "popping out babies," as Mylo so charmingly put it.

That first holiday season after your wedding, when you visited her family in Zaun, it felt like the pressure kicked into full gear. Vander, ever the affectionate father figure, gave the two of you a box filled with baby clothes—tiny shirts, knitted socks, and a ridiculous little hat shaped like a mushroom.

“Ay, I’m not saying you’re having children right away,” he said with a teasing grin, pointing a thick thumb toward Vi. “But I know this one. She’ll want a whole football team at home before long.”

You laughed along with him, mostly because it was easier than unpacking the tangle of emotions that followed. But later that night, the laughter faded, and your thoughts grew heavier.

Because the truth was… you weren’t like Vi.

You hadn’t grown up with siblings. There was no chaotic, loving noise. Just you, your mom, your dad, and the occasional visit from a cousin or two. Quiet dinners. Controlled spaces. Predictable routines. The idea of raising a child—let alone several—felt like stepping into a world you’d never been taught how to navigate.

It scared you.

You were afraid of losing the little sanctuary you and Vi had built together—your late-night talks, your slow mornings, your messy, peaceful life. Afraid that having a child would shift everything out of balance, and that maybe you wouldn’t know how to hold it all together.

After the Christmas dinner, once everyone had gone to bed and the house had finally quieted down, Vi turned to you. Maybe she sensed your unease, or maybe you hadn’t done as good a job hiding it as you thought.

The two of you were lying in bed, facing each other under thick quilts, her hand gently stroking your hair as your eyes began to flutter closed.

“You know we don’t have to have kids right away, right?” she said softly, voice low and warm. “Or ever, if that’s what you want.”

You blinked slowly, your chest tightening at the tenderness in her voice.

“I know how hesitant you are about this,” she continued. “It’s a big change. And I get that it’s not just about wanting them or not. It’s about the kind of life we’d have, the kind of people we’d need to become. And if it ever feels like too much... I’d rather just have you. No tiny feet, no bedtime stories, no chaos—just you.”

You looked at her, eyes glassy with exhaustion but brimming with love. “I don’t want to disappoint you,” you whispered. “I know how much you want it.”

Vi smiled gently, brushing her thumb along your cheek. “You could never disappoint me. Family doesn’t have to look one way. It can just be us. And if someday you feel ready… then we talk about it again. Together.”

You didn’t reply right away. You just nestled closer to her, your forehead pressed gently to hers, comforted by the quiet honesty in her words.

And looking back now, that moment—her patience, her reassurance—was what changed everything for you. You hated being pressured into anything, especially something as life-altering as parenthood. But knowing Vi wasn’t expecting anything from you that you didn’t want to give… it lifted a weight you hadn’t realized you were carrying.

And from that point on, you started to look at the world through a different lens.

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A year and a half into your married life, everything felt like it had finally settled into place. You were thriving in your career, pouring your time and energy into several outreach programs and charities—especially those supporting children in Zaun. You’d become a familiar face in the shelters and clinics, and from time to time, Vi would show up during your shifts, bringing you lunch or tagging along to visit the homes where the children were placed.

She always lit up around the kids—laughing, joking, lifting them up onto her shoulders like it was the most natural thing in the world. But one day, everything shifted.

You met Ivy.

She was five years old when she first arrived—thin, quiet, and sharp-eyed, with wild, bright blue hair and big brown eyes that held more weight than any child should ever carry. The first time Vi saw her, something changed in her expression. You caught the way her eyes softened, how her whole body leaned forward just a little, like she was seeing something familiar—something important.

At first, Ivy was timid. She barely spoke to the other children, and when you tried to approach her, she’d only nod or shrink away. But Vi didn’t give up. She spoke to her gently, cracked jokes, made silly faces, brought her little gifts and toy trinkets. And slowly, Ivy began to open up.

It became a pattern—every time you had to stop by the shelter, Vi insisted on coming with you. “Just to say hi,” she’d claim, but you knew better.

One day, you left them alone to deal with some paperwork—endless inventory lists and requisition forms. When you came back, you stopped in the doorway and froze.

Vi was sitting cross-legged on the floor in the middle of the playroom, wearing a bright pink tutu over her pants, a plastic princess crown balanced crookedly on her head, and a tiny toy teacup clutched in her hand. Across from her sat Ivy in a matching tutu, proudly holding a stuffed cow in her lap and beaming like the sun.

“Do you want more tea?” Ivy asked, her voice sweet and filled with excitement.

“Yes, please!” Vi said, holding out her cup with exaggerated elegance, pinky finger raised high in the air.

You stood there quietly, heart catching in your throat, watching as Ivy poured invisible tea into Vi’s cup. Their laughter echoed softly around the room, and in that moment, it hit you like a wave.

This wasn’t just another child. This wasn’t just another case or temporary bond.

She wasn’t just someone you were helping.

Ivy was your daughter.

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After you got home, the two of you sat down for dinner, the clinking of cutlery and the quiet hum of the city outside the only sounds filling the space. You pushed the food around on your plate, barely tasting it, your mind too full.

You knew it was time to talk to Vi.

“I…” The word hung in the air, heavy and uncertain. You didn’t know how to begin. Vi had formed such a natural, close bond with Ivy—it was effortless, like they’d been connected long before they’d even met. But for you, it felt different. You cared deeply, maybe even more than you could admit out loud yet, but Ivy still looked at you like you were a kind stranger passing through her life.

And you were terrified that she’d never see you as more than that.

Vi’s brow furrowed the moment you hesitated. She turned toward you, concern etched across her face. “What is it? Are you okay?”

“Yes. No. I mean—yeah, everything’s fine, I just…” You exhaled slowly, steadying your voice. “I wanted to tell you that I… I submitted us to be Ivy’s foster family.”

Vi’s eyes widened in surprise, her fork falling to the plate with a soft clatter. “What? When did you—?”

“Just before we left the shelter,” you interrupted, rushing the words out before you could second-guess yourself. “I know we said we’d make that kind of decision together, but I saw you with her, Vi. I saw how she looks at you, how she laughs with you, and… I don’t know, I just—something clicked. It felt right in the moment, and I thought, ‘Why not us?’ But now I’m spiraling because maybe it was too impulsive, maybe we won’t even get approved, and maybe—”

“Hey. Hey. Baby,” Vi said gently, reaching across the table to take your hands in hers. “Breathe, alright? You’re not crazy. You’re not wrong. And I’m not mad. Far from it.”

You looked up at her, eyes stinging a little.

“I’m thrilled,” she said, her voice soft but sure. “Ivy’s special. And I see it in you too—the way you look at her when you think no one’s watching. You care about her more than you realize.”

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat.

“Then that’s all that matters. If we get approved—amazing. If not, we keep visiting. We stay in her life. We try again. We don’t give up. Not on her.”

A small, grateful smile tugged at your lips. You squeezed her hands.

Vi smiled back, then leaned forward and kissed your knuckles.

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You had to make a lot of changes to your home before you were even considered for foster parenting.

Vi’s office was the first to go. It transformed into a small, bright room with plain white walls—you’d both agreed Ivy should get to choose the color herself once she settled in. You child-proofed the entire house, securing cabinets, covering outlets, padding sharp corners. It was a whirlwind, too fast by most people’s standards, but you couldn’t slow down.

You knew it was too soon. You knew there were risks, that things could fall apart. But every time Vi’s eyes lit up at a stuffed animal, a little blanket, or a book she thought Ivy would love, it drowned out the anxious voice in your head that warned this might not work. That it might all be temporary.

Vi had even told Jinx—despite your insistence that it wasn’t an adoption yet, just fostering. Naturally, Jinx told everyone else. And soon after, Vander was at your front door with a toolbox, claiming he was there to “help Vi set up the kid’s room,” though you suspected he mostly just wanted to feel included.

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The letter came on a rainy Tuesday afternoon—thin, unassuming, almost like junk mail. You were about to toss it when Vi caught the official stamp in the corner and snatched it from your hand. She tore it open, fingers shaking, while you stood beside her, breath caught in your chest.

Her eyes scanned the page. Then she looked up at you, wide-eyed, breathless.

“We got her.”

You blinked, stunned. “What?”

“We got her, baby,” she repeated, voice breaking into a disbelieving laugh. “We’re approved. Ivy’s coming home.”

You didn’t even realize you were crying until Vi wrapped her arms around you, pulling you close, her face buried in your shoulder. You held each other in the quiet, rain tapping against the windows like applause from the universe itself.

The day you went to pick her up, Ivy stood at the top of the shelter’s worn stone steps, her little backpack clutched tightly in her hands. Her blue hair was tied in uneven pigtails, and her big brown eyes blinked up at you, cautious, searching—hopeful.

Vi was the first to kneel down, soft and open. “Hey, kiddo. Ready to come home?”

Ivy didn’t answer right away. She looked from Vi to you, her voice small and cracking the silence: “Will I get to stay this time?”

Your heart twisted painfully in your chest. You knelt beside Vi and reached out to gently take Ivy’s hand.

“Yes, Ivy,” you said. “You get to stay. For as long as you want.”

Vi smiled and ruffled the girl’s hair. “We’ve got a room just for you. And guess what? You get to choose the wall color. We’ll put up fairy lights, and we’ve got a bookshelf waiting for all your princess stories.”

“And teacups,” you added with a wink. “Tiny ones.”

That got a smile from Ivy—shy but real—and she gave a small nod.

The car ride home was quiet. Ivy curled up in the backseat with the stuffed bunny Vi had given her weeks ago, occasionally peeking at the two of you in the front seat as if to make sure you were still there. Still real.

When you arrived, Vi scooped her up in one arm and twirled her once in the hallway, making her giggle for the first time that day.

That night, after Ivy had fallen asleep beneath a blanket of stars projected onto her ceiling, you and Vi stood quietly in her doorway, arms around each other, watching the rise and fall of her tiny breaths.

“We have a daughter,” you whispered.

Vi rested her chin on your head and nodded, her voice thick with emotion. “Yeah… we really do.”

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The first few days at home were a mix of quiet observation and small, cautious steps. Ivy was polite and sweet, always whispering “thank you” and “sorry,” even when there was nothing to be sorry for. She kept to herself at first, mostly playing in her room—arranging and rearranging the books on her little shelf or curling up with her stuffed bunny in the cozy reading nook Vi and Vander had built by the window.

But slowly, the house began to come alive in new ways.

Vi showed her how to make pancakes in the morning, even letting her flip one—badly—which left batter splattered on the stove and Ivy in a fit of giggles. You turned laundry folding into a game, a sock-matching race that ended in shrieks of laughter more than clean piles. Every night, Ivy asked for the same bedtime story—the one about the brave knight and the dragon who became her friend.

Then one sunny Saturday, it was time for her to meet the family.

Vi had tried to prepare her. “They’re loud, and they’ll probably bring too many snacks and too many hugs—but they mean well. I promise.”

Ivy clung to your hand as Vander’s booming voice echoed through the house before he’d even stepped inside.

“Is the little one here? Where’s my new tea party partner?”

Vi opened the door, and there he was—massive as ever, with arms wide and a teddy bear the size of a small dog slung over one shoulder. He bent down, eyes gentle behind his tough exterior, and offered Ivy a warm smile. “Hi there, kiddo. I’m Vander.”

Ivy blinked up at him, wide-eyed, then slowly reached out and took the bear, hugging it tightly to her chest. “Hi.”

“I can’t believe I’m a granddad” he said with a laugh, giving Vi a playful pat on the back.

Jinx was next, practically vibrating with excitement as she crouched in front of Ivy. “Okay, so here’s the deal: I brought glitter, stickers, and I know how to make slime that explodes.”

“She’s joking,” Vi quickly interjected, shooting her sister a look.

“Mostly joking,” Jinx whispered with a wink, making Ivy giggle behind the bear.

Claggor, Mylo, and Ekko arrived not long after, each carrying something they claimed Ivy had to have—a toy, a book, a plushie, a puzzle. Claggor offered to help build a blanket fort out of the couch cushions. Mylo challenged her to a card game he swore he never loses. Ekko knelt beside her and offered a tiny wind-up bird he’d fixed himself, its delicate wings fluttering as it chirped.

But soon, you noticed Ivy starting to withdraw—her shoulders tensing, her voice shrinking to a whisper. You knelt beside her, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Too much?”

She gave a small nod.

You gently lifted her into your arms and carried her into the kitchen. “Alright, how about a little break? Just us. We’ll go back in when you’re ready.”

There, you let her help you with the cake batter while she told you a story about a dragon and a pink-haired knight with powerful gauntlets. Vi peeked in a few minutes later, leaning on the doorframe with a smile.

“Hey, baby. Everything okay in here?” she asked, pressing a kiss to your cheek as you poured the batter into the pan.

“Yes,” you said, glancing at Ivy, who was sitting on the counter with flour on her nose. “She was just telling me a story. Apparently there’s a brave pink-haired knight who slayed a dragon today.”

Vi grinned. “Oh? Sounds like she’s got good taste. That knight sounds very strong.”

Ivy giggled, hiding her face in her hands.

A few minutes later, your parents arrived—quieter than the rest, but just as full of love. Your mom handed Ivy a hand-knit blanket, soft yellow with tiny green daisies embroidered into the fabric. Your dad offered her a small photo album filled with baby pictures of you and Vi—chubby cheeks, missing teeth, wild hair. Ivy flipped through it slowly, like it was a rare treasure.

That evening, the house was full of warmth and laughter. Ivy was now sitting between Jinx and Ekko with her new blanket draped over her shoulders like a cape. Her plastic crown was a little crooked, and she sipped from a juice box with a smile tugging at her lips.

You watched her from across the room, tucked into Vi’s side.

“She’s getting comfortable,” you whispered.

Vi’s arm slid around your waist, pulling you close. “She’s starting to believe this is home.”

You glanced back at Ivy, watching her laugh at something Mylo said, watching her curl up again with her oversized bear and the photo album tucked at her side.

And in that moment, you felt something settle inside you.

You felt whole.

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You and Vi were certain—Ivy was your daughter. There was no hesitation in your hearts. So the very next morning, after your family’s visit, you rushed to your office, pulled a few strings, and quietly set the official adoption paperwork in motion. No more waiting. No more what-ifs. You were ready.

In the days that followed, Ivy blossomed in your home. She had started settling in, becoming more comfortable in the little routines you and Vi had built just for her. She raced Vi to the kitchen every morning, always insisting she had won—even when Vi clearly let her. She claimed the reading nook as her personal throne, often found there with a book in her lap and her bunny tucked under one arm. And twice now, she had asked you to braid her hair before bed. Small moments. Beautiful ones.

The routine you had once feared would be shattered by change had, instead, reshaped itself around Ivy like it had been waiting for her all along.

One quiet evening, the three of you were in the living room. Vi sat cross-legged on the rug, helping Ivy piece together the glittery unicorn puzzle Jinx had given her, while you curled up on the couch nearby, flipping absentmindedly through a book. The fireplace crackled softly, casting warm amber light across the room and filling it with the scent of burning pine.

“I think this one goes here,” Vi said, nudging a piece toward Ivy with a smile.

Ivy took it with a little frown of concentration, studying the image before carefully pressing it into place. “Got it!” she chirped, beaming at Vi.

Vi held up her hand for a high-five. “Told you—you’re a puzzle master.”

Ivy giggled and gave her a victorious high five, then glanced over her shoulder at you, her voice soft, almost offhanded but sure.

“Mommy, look. I did the sky part.”

You froze, breath catching in your throat. Mommy. The word floated through the room settling over your heart and wrapping around it.

Vi’s eyes shot to yours, wide with awe—but you weren’t crying. Not yet. Instead, you were smiling, your lips trembling just slightly, your eyes shining with emotion.

You slid off the couch and knelt beside Ivy, placing your hand over hers, grounding the moment. “You did such a good job, Ivy,” you whispered.

She leaned into your side immediately, tucking her small head under your chin. You held her close, feeling the warmth of her body, the steady beat of her little heart—and something shifted inside you. That trust. That love. It had all found its way home.

Vi moved behind you, resting a hand on your back, her thumb brushing in slow circles as the three of you sat together in the flickering light.

No one spoke for a while. There was no need to. The moment said enough.

Later that night, after Ivy had drifted to sleep—her bunny in one arm, your mother’s daisy-covered blanket draped over her—you and Vi stood quietly in the doorway, watching her breathe.

“She called you Mom,” Vi whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I told you… you had nothing to worry about.”

You smiled, eyes never leaving Ivy’s peaceful form. “Yeah. And you’re always right.”

Vi chuckled softly, then wrapped her arms around your waist from behind. You leaned into her, placing a gentle kiss on her shoulder. The kind that said everything you couldn’t find the words for.

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It happened a week after Ivy started school, a week after you signed the official adoption papers.

She had been so excited at first—Jinx had come over and helped her decorate her tiny backpack with glittery patches, and you packed her lunchbox with all her favorites.

You and Vi had walked her to the school gates, knelt beside her, kissed her cheeks, and sent her off with whispered encouragements and bright smiles.

But the glow didn’t last.

By the third day, Ivy was quieter when she came home. She didn’t want to talk much. Said school was “fine,” but her eyes were distant. You and Vi didn’t push her. You gave her space, made her favorite dinner, read her favorite story at bedtime.

But something was wrong, she wanted to stay awake until she physically couldn’t keep her eyes open, you would lay next to her, trying to make her fall asleep, but she would battle until the last second.

Then, one night, she had a nightmare.

You both woke up to the sound of her cries—raw, terrified. Vi was out of bed in seconds, tearing down the hallway barefoot. You followed close behind, heart pounding.

When Vi opened Ivy’s bedroom door, she found her curled in a ball under the blanket, shaking, tears streaming silently down her cheeks. Her little bunny had fallen to the floor, the daisy blanket tangled around her legs.

Vi dropped to her knees at the bedside. “Hey, hey, baby,” she whispered, voice gentle but steady. “It’s okay. I’m here. You’re safe.”

Ivy looked up at her through tears, lips trembling. She launched forward into Vi’s arms, clutching her like the world was ending. “Don’t let them take me back,” she sobbed. “Please don’t let them take me away.”

Vi wrapped her arms around her tightly, protectively. “No one’s taking you anywhere,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to her hair. “You’re staying right here, with us. I promise.”

Ivy buried her face in Vi’s shoulder, and in a choked, broken voice, she whispered, “I had a dream they took me away… and I couldn’t find you. I kept calling for you, but you weren’t there.”

Vi rocked her gently, her jaw clenched tight. “I’m always here, Ivy. I will always find you. You’re safe now. You’re home.”

And then, so soft it could’ve been a dream itself, Ivy said, “I knew you’d come, Mom. You’re my pink-haired knight. You always come when I’m scared.”

Vi’s heart broke and mended all at once. She kissed her forehead, holding her tighter than ever. “Damn right I do,” she said, voice cracking. “You’re mine, Ivy. Forever.”

You leaned quietly at the doorway, watching them from the shadows, hand pressed to your heart. Vi looked up at you, her eyes shining with everything she couldn’t say, and you simply nodded. You felt it too.

That night, you brought Ivy into your bed. She slept curled between you both, safe and warm, her little hand clasped in Vi’s the whole time.

And in the morning, she woke with a smile.

The fear wasn’t gone completely—but now, she knew that even in the dark, even in her worst dreams, her knight would come for her. Her Mom would always come for her.

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masterlist - part two

end notes: i don’t know how the system works in other countries so i went mostly with what i’ve seen on tv and what happens in my own country, so yeah!! if anything is wrong pretend it’s not 😛

[snickerdoodie]

Any hc’s for Scott (twisters) who is only not an asshole when he’s around his s/o? Others see him being sweet to her and are like wtf why can’t be be that nice to us 🥲

No cause I’ve also been obsessed with that idea of him for so long, ahhh. He seems like such a “I care about you and you only” kinda guy and it just fuels my obsession

A/N: this is my first time ever writing anything like head canons so if it’s goofy I apologize in advance. Not proofread as usual. Also I really hope it was anything like you expected 😭. But anyway, enjoy!

Scott Miller Headcanons

Right off the bat, I think we can all agree talking is not one of Scott’s strong suits. The only times he really talks is when he’s proposing ideas to Riggs and Javi about potential deals. So when the team finds him willingly chatting with you after a day of collecting data, they all just short circuit.

Like hello?? Are they dreaming??? Wtf going on???? Like out of everybody to talk to you choose him??? And they’re not even mad they’re just..they have no clue what to think, they’ve never seen him look so at ease before lmao. There’s no permanent scowl on his face or anything, just his baritone voice mixing with your own. Ngl it creeped them out at first, they really thought the world was ending that night.

Javi’s the first to really notice the changes in Scotts demeanor around you; the quick glances, the ever so slight smiles, and even the smallest touches like his thumb rubbing over the back of your hand when he’s giving a speech, he’s seen it all.

Speaking of, I just know that Scott’s love language has got to be either words of affirmation or physical touch. He loves hearing you tell him how much he matters to you, or how you remember small things about him, it just makes him smile. For him being a not very vocal person, it’s hard for him to tell you straight up how much he cares for you. It doesn’t even have to be gentle or meaningful words, making witty comebacks to his sarcastic remarks is always enough for him.

But his way of expressing his affection is through small touches. Standing close enough to you where you can smell his cologne, brushes of his fingers to your waist or hand, overall just standing close to you. (Now that I think abt it, that’s a looot more like quality time but whatever☺️)

Anyway, back on topic cuz I’m too easily distracted. The crew really tried their hardest to get Scott to even be remotely nice to them after that. I mean if he was nice to you then he could be nice to them right? Can’t be that hard. Boy oh boy were they wrong…they literally did everything in their power. They bought him coffees on early mornings, made sure he has the nicest, or as nice as they could be, bed sheets at motels, volunteered to do his dirty work of pages and pages of paperwork, but literally nothing worked. All they ever got were blank stared nods or a grumbled ‘thanks.’ At this point they were flabbergasted. How could you get that cocky bastard to even glance at you?? Nevertheless smile at you?

They have up like 5 days after trying lmfao, it was utterly useless to try and make that man any less brooding then he is. After trying through, they realized that all their attempts didn’t go completely wasted.

Scott brought you hot drinks on the chilly nights and morning as you two sat together in the crappy hotel rooms. Stopped smacking his gum whenever you side-eyed him a little too hard, much to everyone’s relief. Always walked you to your room after a late night to make sure you got there safe.

As much as they hated how self centered and blunt Scott was, they all secretly knew how love drunk he was about you. (Don’t bring it up to him, but they’re all secretly jealous they dont get any kind of special treatment

First head canon ask!! I do not think I did very good at it though💀💀. I had ideas in my head but they were not coming out the way I ask. But I hoped you at least liked some of it! I promise to write a better one in the future!

And as always, feel free to comment about anything you liked or didn’t like. Inbox is always open to more ideas! <3

[azzifuddfanpage]

Paige knocking on Azzi’s door frantically because she wanted to show Azzi something only for Azzi to answer the door soaked and wrapped in nothing but a towel because she was in the shower. Leaving Paige as a blushing mess..and smut 😚

Unexpected

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new fic! I also used someone’s requesting for a fic of them having sex for the first time so ya… here she is! Also can someone pls tell me a better name for this like why is Towel the only thing I could think of 😭

1.9k words

tw: smut/ swearing

themes: friends to lovers/ smut/ fluff

———— “Azzi” paige shouted through the shut door. 

“Azzi” still no response. 

“Open the dooorrrr” paige sings leaning her head against the wood. 

“Oh my god hold on.” Azzi shouted, her voice muffled through the wall.

“I wanna show you the Lego I got.” Paige shouted through the door. 

“I think you’re really gonna like it- chose it just for you.” Paige continued turning around so she could grab the frozen Lego set from the table. 

She heard the door creak open behind her. Turning around, paige grabbed the Lego set and pulled her eyes back up to the frame.

Her jaw dropped instantly, setting eyes on Azzi’s naked shoulders where her wet curls lay.

Her eyes ran over her tanned body. Her beautiful skin covered only by a small white towel, not leaving much to the imagination. 

Her eyes tracked down ward, tracking the water drops as they driped down her chest running beyond the towel. 

Paige wanted nothing more but to rip her towel off and see just how far- 

“Earth to paige?” Azzi said, breaking paige from her trance.

She hadn’t realized how long she had been standing there until then. Suddenly a blush covered her face as she realized she had been caught.

Her eyes dropped to the floor and she turned around embarrassed. 

“Oh- sorry- I uhm- didn’t realize.” Paige stuttered her finger running over the top of the Lego set, fiddling with it awkwardly. 

A silence filled the room. Tension thick in the air between them.

Paige shuddered suddenly, feeling a soft hand against the bare skin of her arm.  

“It’s okay P- I don’t mind if you look at me.” Azzi said innocently, grabbing her arm and turning her so she was now facing her. 

Paige did as she was told, a blush creeping over her face as her eyes found Azzi’s again, filled with lust.

“Azzi I-“ paige started.

“Shhh” Azzi said, putting a finger to paige’s lips. 

“Don’t speak.” Azzi said, letting her towel drop to the floor, once she was sure no one was there to see her. 

Paige gulped. Her entire body freezing. Sure she had been with girls before, but Azzi? This was a whole new level of unprepared. 

Paige had been in love with Azzi since they first met at team USA 5 years ago, never would she had guessed that the feelings were mutual. 

Fear had always stopped her from making a move, too scared to risk their friendship. 

But now that Azzi was here, naked, in front of her, she couldn’t bring herself to move.

Paiges eyes stared in awe, scanning over her body carefully taking in every freckle, every scar on her body. She memorized the curves, the way her hips pulled at her waist, the way her breasts sat so perfectly, the curve of her ass. 

Azzi could sense paige’s tension. She had always felt something between them, if paige wasn’t going to move now, she would.

Taking a step forward she pulled at paige’s shirt, tugging her closer so she was in the door, shutting it behind them and locking it. 

Connecting their lips, Azzi laced her tongue along paige’s  bottom lip. Paige opened her mouth eagerly, sucking in Azzi’s tongue and deepening the kiss. 

Azzi led them over to the bed, her arms scowering paige’s body, pulling off her shirt in one motion, shoving her onto the bed, and climbing on top of her.

“This might be the quietest I’ve ever heard you.” Azzi said coming up for breath. 

“Just wasn’t expecting this.” Paige said blushing trying to hide her smile. 

Azzi leaned over and pressed a kiss to her jawline, sucking against her skin. 

Paige let out a sharp breath feeling Azzi’s lips, puffy from kissing, against her neck. 

Azzi began to trail her kisses along her, stopping at the band of her chest. 

Azzi pulled her sports bra down exposing the soft tissue of her breasts.

Azzi attached her lips, using her tongue to massage the skin she sucked on. Paige wiggled underneath her, feeling the heat build in her core. 

Azzi smirked against her skin, using her tongue to outline her name into her chest.

She sat up, digging her knee into her pussy. 

Paiges breath hitched from the pressure and her fingers clawed at Azzi’s backside pushing her deeper against her.

“Off” Azzi said, leaning back forward to run her fingers along the edge of her sports bra.

Paige sat up shakily, pulling it off, her skin wet with Azzi’s spit, and covered in red bites. Paige blushed, covering herself up unconsciously, but that only made Azzi smirk harder.

Azzi pulled her arms apart, exposing the soft pink of her nipples perky from the cold. Azzi moaned rolling the bud under her finger.

“So fucking perfect.” Azzi moaned, leaning down to suck agaisnt her nipples. She pulled on the one, her hand reaching over to the other to pull at it gently, listening to paige’s soft moans in her ear. 

Motivated by paige’s movements underneath her, begging her to come closer, Azzi moved her hand from her breast, her lips staying suctioned onto her nipple.

Azzi ran her hand down over paige’s abs, feeling them fluctuate beneath her skin. 

Azzi looked up at paige, lips still moving and pulling against her breast. Once she knew she had paige’s eyes on her, she moved her hand to the edge of her shorts, inching it down so it was hovering above her pussy. 

Azzi blindly moved her hands against her folds, feeling the wetness as she spread her lips apart.

The new feeling of Azzi’s hands against her, spreading her open, and exposing her, while continuing to suck and nip at her hardened nipple, made paige melt.

She winced under her gaze, thrusting her hips up and directing Azzi’s hand to where she needed it most.

Azzi found the soft lump of her clit and begin twirling her fingers in tight circles against it. 

Paige let out a louder moan, raising the hairs on Azzi’s skin. 

Azzi moved her fingers down, collecting the slick from between her thighs and spreading it throughout her pussy, making sure she was evenly wet. 

Azzi’s fingers hovered above her hole, paige thrusted her hips feeling Azzi’s fingers hit against the outside of her hole. 

She needed Azzi’s fingers more than anything.

She let out a needy whine, pushing her hands against Azzi’s ass to get more friction. 

Azzi pulled off her breast with a pop, rubbing over the fresh hickey with her fingers.

“So pretty all marked up.” Azzi whispered  seductively, moving down to lay on paige’s lower stomach.

Paige felt her stomach tighten at the added pressure, letting out a soft grunt.

Before she could needily ask again, Azzi slipped two of her slender fingers inside of her,  pulling them back out, and working against her slowly. 

Paige moaned, needing to have more speed agaisnt her. 

“More Azzi please.” Paige groaned as Azzi lazily fucked herself into her.

“Patience Paigey.” She moaned agaisnt her chest, but her fingers began to pick up speed, curling against her walls and feeling the squishy wet flesh. 

Paige moaned as Azzi’s fingers brushed her g spot.

“Fuck.” She moaned, crunching her abs so Azzi’s fingers would hit deeper. 

Azzi moved her head against paige’s stomach, moving downward so she could suck at the skin right on her pelvic bone.

Paige was wiggling underneath her, grinding down on Azzi’s fingers as they nailed into her core. 

Paige could hear the sounds of Azzi’s fingers fucking against her, the squelching of her wetness filling the air as Azzi’s fingers went in and out. 

Azzi’s thrusts got more powerful as paige’s moans sped up.

Azzi could feel paige’s walls of her pussy clench around her fingers, her pussy tightening to the point where Azzi could no longer thrust in and out with ease, instead she just flicked her fingers in and out against her g spot, adding a third finger to throw her over the edge. 

Paige could feel herself loosing control, Azzi’s fingers fucking into her was all too much and she could feel her warm liquid begin to spill out of her.

“Fuck I’m gonna come.” Paige growled as she bit her own lip. 

Azzi moved back upwards, her lips connecting with paige’s, while continuing to finger-fuck her pussy. 

Azzi swallowed her moans as paige came, letting her fingers dig into her ass as she fucked her through her high.

Azzi sat up on paige’s laps, still straddling her hips, pulling her fingers out she separates them letting paige’s wetness drip onto her stomach. 

Paige laughed shifting her body and flipping them over so now paige was on top of her. 

“Not so nervous anymore are you.” Azzi smirked while being pinned down under paige’s weight.

Paige kissed Azzi’s neck and traced her hands against her boobs.

“Love these.” She said, squeezing them and playing with them as she made her way down to Azzi’s bare pussy.

“Wow this wet just from fucking me?” Paige asked, running her fingers along her core, watching as Azzi flinched underneath her. 

“Such a good girl” paige said as she leaned forward and began to suck on her clit as her fingers toyed with her entrance.

Azzi sucked in a breath as paige’s tongue got to work against her. 

She could feel herself loosing control already. Paiges tongue moving against her clit in figure eights creating a fast rhythm that left her chasing her high.

Paiges tongue moved down, and her other arm wrapped around Azzi’s thigh pulling her pussy closer to her mouth.

Azzi moaned as paige’s tongue was forced into her hole, the warm soft sensation working against her fast.

Paige could feel Azzi’s juices collecting on her tongue as she fucked in and out of her. 

Azzis moans grew louder as she picked up her pace.

As she pulled her tongue back out she slurped up some of the juices that had slipped out of her, bringing them back up to her clit and sucking, before diving back in with three fingers.

Paige began to thrust in and out quickly, while her lips sucked at her clit.

“Don’t stop holy fuck I’m so close” azzi said moving her hand down to push paige’s head farther against her.

Paige switched between sucking and lapping at her clit, fucking her fingers into her feeling her walls tighten.

Paige sat up a little, pulling Azzi’s cunt with her, continuing to pound into her so she would hit her at a new angle.

Azzi could feel her fingers brush her G spot and she threw her head back with a loud moan. 

“Fuck paige” she moaned as she felt the warmth carry her away, her cum spilling out as she released.

She lay twitching under paige, as she pulled out her fingers but kept her lips attached to her clit, licking up all her juices.

Once Azzi was all cleaned up, paige pressed a final kiss to her swollen clit and climbed up to lay next to her.

Pulling Azzi’s hips into her she leaned in to nuzzle her neck against her.

“You’re so perfect.” She whispered running her finger through her hair. 

“Tell me why we didn’t do this sooner.” Paige continued smiling as she could smell the lavender of Azzi’s shampoo. 

“Someone was too scared to admit they were OBSESSED with me.” Azzi teased nuzzling her back, back into paige. 

“Ya right. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Paige huffed, hiding her smirk.

They lay there contently for a little while longer, before drifting peacefully back to sleep, their dreams filled with all the possibilities of their new relationship. 

[heytheredelulu]

Hey i hope you’re doing well i have an idea for a one shot and was wondering if you could write it.

So basically Bucky hears the reader talking to Natasha or anyone that she thinks she’s too heavy for any partner and that she has given up on dating for a while because of that, and of course Bucky hearing that he starts lifting heavy stuff such as weights, machines or even Steve😭 around the reader to show her he can easily lift her weight as well because he has feelings for her and you can add or change whatever you like and make it smutty idk whatever you think is right i trust your skills.

Hi! I’m doing good, how are you?

This request? Uh, YES. 🙌🏻

I love this idea!

I wrote this fully intending on Steve being like, “She ain’t lookin’, Buck. Lift me.” and then changed my mind and rewrote it when it took on a life of its own. 😂

I live and breathe smut so I definitely threw that in there in the form of Bucky needing to blow off some steam when he thinks about the reader. 😉

Anyway, thank you for the request and I hope it’s what you were looking for!

💋Sj

Bucky Barnes x Plus!Size Reader

18+

Word Count: 2.9k

CW: Male masturbation while fantasizing about oral (f receiving) and sex

“Bullshit.”

Bucky’s ears perk up as he passes the garage and hears Natasha fussing at someone in a string of curses, but it’s your voice that has him peering around the concrete wall with interest.

“I ain’t lyin’ Nat.”

You’re bent over the open hood of an old hot rod, your ass accentuated by the denim jeans hugging your curves. You blindly reach out towards the red headed assassin wiggling your fingers at her that are blackened with grease. Natasha rolls her eyes, pushing off the wall and picking up a socket wrench that she holds just barely in your reach. You let out a sigh, standing upright and snatching it from her.

“Look.” You tell her pointedly, blowing a loose piece of hair back from your face with a huff from your pouty lips. “It’s been months. I’m sufferin’, I am, really. But I’m just over it, you know?”

“No, I don’t know.” She replies, leaning her hip against the side of the car, watching you with a skeptical frown. “If you’re suffering, just come out with me. We can hit up that rooftop bar downtown. Have a couple drinks, dance a bit, pick up some hot strangers and scratch that itch. Come on.”

Scratch that itch?

A muscle jumps in Bucky’s jaw at Nat’s comment and he can feel his jealousy simmering low in his gut.

He’s been pining after you damn near since you’d arrived at the compound. The sweet little engineer Tony brought on to help take on his workload was only supposed to stick around and help out for a few months but when the team expressed their disappointment in you leaving and Tony realized despite his astronomically sized ego that he could get twice as much done with your help, giving him the opportunity for more free time with his family- you were brought on full time.

“I can scratch my own itches, thanks.”

Your curt reply to Nat brought Bucky’s attention back to the conversation he was eavesdropping on while the implication caught the attention of his cock, his jeans suddenly feeling tighter as he continued to listen.

“You’re crazy. You need to get laid.”

“Nat.” You warn and turn your back to her to grab a hand towel.

“Come on.” She pleaded, crossing her arms. “You’ve been so wound up. Nothing loosens you up better than a big, thick-“

Nat’s cut off by the hand towel being tossed in her direction and she catches it with a chuckle.

“I don’t understand why you’re so hung up on this.”

“I don’t understand why you’re so afraid to get laid.” She counters.

“I’m not afraid.” You protest, raking a hand through your hair. “I’m just- I don’t know. It’s hard to explain.”

Nat’s expression softens as she hangs the hand towel over the open hood. “Try?” She asks. “We’re friends, you know you can talk to me.”

Bucky watches you shift uncomfortably and for a moment he feels guilty for listening in, as it’s clear you’re debating on confiding in Natasha and it feels wrong to eavesdrop on something so private. But as soon as you let out that defeated sigh and begin to explain yourself, he’s so goddamn grateful that this was the conversation he had a chance to overhear.

“Men just don’t know how to handle me.” You admit, leaning back over the car and pretending to inspect something to avoid eye contact with Natasha but she isn’t having any of it, bending down to hold your gaze. “How so?”

“They just-“ You huff out a breath of annoyance, bracing your palms on the front of the car and standing upright. “I’m curvy, yeah? And I want a man that’s gonna pick me up, toss me around, hold me up and fuck me on a wall or somethin’ but the last couple guys I went home with they’re so.. boring. Missionary. Doggy. Like for once, would it be too much to ask for a dude to want to, I dunno, have me sit on their face? I swear, it’s like they’re afraid. I ain’t ashamed of my body, I like the way I look but shit, Nat. It really fucks with a girls head to feel like she’s too heavy or something to really be satisfied.”

Natasha’s moving closer to you, beginning to say something about ‘weak men with noodle arms’ but Bucky can’t hear it over the steady thrumming of his heartbeat in his ears.

He can’t believe that your experiences have been so lousy that you won’t even entertain the idea of going out with Nat if she was wanting to pick up guys. Honestly, he’s relieved by that, since the idea of you hooking up with anyone has the knuckles of his flesh hand bleached white with how hard he’s clenching his fist. He flexes his fingers, trying to relax his hand as he feels a wave of embarrassment wash over him. How could he be angry or even jealous when he’s been too shy to make a move?

C’mon Barnes, grow a pair.

She wants strong? You can show her strong.

He sucks in a breath, steeling his nerves before rounding the corner and strolling into the garage with his hands stuffed in his pockets. “Hey Nat.” He says with a friendly nod before slowly swinging his gaze over to you. “Doll.” He drawls. “What are you ladies up to this morning?” Your cheeks heat under the warmth of his cerulean eyes roaming over your body and you fumble the socket wrench, earning a lopsided grin from the handsome brunette. “Just- just workin’ on my project.” You stammer, bending down to pick up the tool. Damn, one flash of this man’s pearly whites is all it takes for you to lose control of your fine motor skills? Maybe you do need that itch scratched more than you’ve let on to your best friend and she can tell too, her brow lifting as she watches the scene unfolding.

“Mustang?” He asks, planting his hands on his hips. His eyes follow you as you bend over and reach for the socket wrench that’s just out of your reach underneath the car. When you stretch, your baggy t-shirt rises up your midriff, giving him a glimpse of that cute little pooch tucked into the dark-wash denim jeans that are deliciously hugging your hips and thighs.

He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. “1960’s?” He asks, leaning down behind you. God, what he’d do to bring his palm down hard on your perfect, round ass and watch the flesh redden with each swat of his hand.

“‘62.” You grunt, your fingertips brushing the tool that’s just barely out of reach. Bucky shrugs off his leather jacket and tosses it lazily over the workbench before stepping in even closer to you. “Here, lemme get that for you, doll.” He murmurs, his vibranium hand settling on the underside of the Mustang. Before you can eke out a reply, he’s lifting the vehicle off the garage floor like a goddamn carjack with enough ease that it makes the 3500 pound car seem as if it were cut from styrofoam. You’re frozen in place on your hands and knees from the show of brawn so it’s Natasha that crouches down and quickly grabs up the socket wrench before you snap out of your trance and scramble to your feet.

Nat presses the tool firmly into your palm while giving you a look that screamed, ‘do not fuck this up’ and saunters backwards admist the low groan of your car being set back down on its tires. “I gotta meet Steve for a briefing.” She tells you, which you know is a damn lie- but you nod nonetheless and stutter out a, “Y-yeah, yeah. Catch you later.” She gives you a little wave and jogs off, her red waves bouncing in stride. When you turn back around, Bucky is leaning against the car with his arms crossed, his biceps testing the integrity of his black tshirt.

Goddamn, that’s some quality fabric.

His gaze is locked on you, making you sweat a little under the intense stare so you awkwardly begin picking up the rest of your tools and putting them back in their rightful place at your workbench. A strong arm comes into view in your periphery as Bucky plucks up his jacket and you nearly lose your breath at the scent of cedarwood and leather. He slings the coat over his right shoulder, holding it with his flesh hand, his vibranium hand reaching up to rake through his cropped hair. “Finished so soon?” He asks. “You ain’t gotta quit workin’ just ‘cause I stopped by.”

“Oh, no. No, I-“ You swallow thickly at the way the corner of his mouth twitches up into a smirk. “I actually was just getting to a stopping point.” You tell him, absentmindedly pulling your hair up into a ponytail. With your neck exposed, he wets his bottom lip at the thought of dragging his teeth across the skin and that little glimpse of his tongue flicking out has you struggling to focus anywhere but his mouth. “Got somewhere you gotta be?” He asks, his voice low and gruff.

Fuck, this man is sex on legs. On two thick, strong legs.

You nod quickly. “Yeah, I got a meeting with Tony about a new project.” You explain, though it comes out an octave higher than usual. He quirks a brow. “Yeah? You got a new project?”

“Yep. Yeah. I better get going.” You teeter on your heel, ready to flee.

Chicken shit.

“Hey, wait. Hold on.” He says gently, reaching to grab your wrist and setting your skin ablaze with the touch. You glance over your shoulder at him. “Hm?”

“What’re you doin’ tonight, doll?”

“What am I..?”

Holy fucking shit. Is he gonna-

No, no way. This is Bucky fuckin’ Barnes. You two are friends. He’s your friend. Your insanely hot friend that you’ve definitely had some filthy, sinful thoughts about, but he’s never led you to believe that he’s ever thought of you as more than a friend.

Or has he? I mean, you’ve caught his eyes lingering on you on a few occasions but that doesn’t mean-

“Lemme take you to dinner.”

Oh. Oh.

It takes you a few seconds to realize that you’re staring at him like an idiot with your mouth agape before you click your jaw shut and nod. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, alright.” You manage.

A slow grin spreads across his face. “Yeah? I’ll pick you up at 6?” He asks, stuffing his hands into his pockets as tries to reign in his eagerness.

“That sounds- that sounds great.”

“Great.” He repeats, toeing the ground with his boot before taking a step backwards towards the open garage door. He sweeps his eyes over you one last time. “It’s a date, then.” And he ducks out of the garage back toward the compound.

You said yes.

You said yes.

He slips into his bedroom, the door clicking shut behind him and he falls back onto his bed, letting out a breath of disbelief. He’s taking you out. He finally fucking asked.

Laying in silence for several minutes he replays the interaction over in his mind like he typically did after he was around you. He had a tendency to over analyze your body language, your expressions, hang on to your every word like it kept him afloat in his sea of anxiety; though sometimes, most times, he let himself drown. He drowned in the worry that maybe he was imaging the way your voice caught around him. The way you tensed when he got close.

But you said yes.

You wouldn’t have said yes if he was just imagining it, right?

He lets out a huff, scrubbing a hand down his face as your words to Nat echo through his head like a shout in a cavern.

“Like for once, would it be too much to ask for a dude to want to, I dunno, have me sit on their face?”

And there’s his cock again, straining against his jeans just from the thought.

He groans softly, flicking the button open and unzipping his fly to give himself some relief from the pressure as he stares at the ceiling, watching the fan spin round and round and..

It takes all of the self control he can muster not to reach into his boxers so his hands fist in the sheets in restraint.

It wouldn’t be the first time he’s fucked his fist to the thought of you. Hell, it wouldn’t be the 2nd, 5th or even 10th time he’d done it.

He lets his eyes slip closed, imagining your plush thighs straddling his head as you smother him with your pretty, wet cunt. His aching cock twitching with need from neglect as he focuses all of his attention on delving his tongue into your tight, warm, hole.. closing his lips around that swollen button that makes you writhe in pleasure.. your puffy pussy lips grinding against his face as you use him to chase your release .. your sweet, sweet slick coating his chin and-

Fuck it.

He shifts his weight on the mattress, tugging his jeans down enough for his erection to spring free, spitting in his flesh hand and slowly stroking himself. He groans, squeezing the crown of his cock, a bead of pearly precum gathering at his slit that he rubs roughly with his thumb. Bucky can imagine you on top of him, your pouty lips parting with a soft gasp as you sink down onto him, maybe even a hiss or shit- a whimper from the stretch when he splits you open. He knows he’s thicker than most men, a side effect of the serum- everything about him is bigger, thicker, better. Fuck those other men who couldn’t satisfy you. Fuck them. He strokes himself faster, the thought of you bouncing on his cock making his toes curl. Your tits, those big beautiful tits, swinging, slapping together with every thrust.

He’d reach up and pinch one of your pebbled nipples, rolling the sensitive peak between his fingers, cupping the other with his hand to give it equal attention. It’d be heavy in his palm, he just knows it. Heavy, warm and filling his whole fucking hand. He imagines yanking you forward and burying his face in those perfect breasts before trailing sloppy, open mouthed kisses up through the valley of them. He’d trace the tip of his nose across the swell and sink his teeth into the supple flesh, soothing the sting with a lave of his tongue, making you collapse forward against him as you cry out in pleasure. He could fuck up into you deeper at that angle, feel the tip of his cock kiss your cervix over and over until you see stars and lose your rhythm as your orgasm tears through you.

Yeah, he’d make you come so hard you’re limp on top of him and he’d reach behind you, grabbing a handful of your plump, round ass and taking control, moving you up and down the length of him at a frenzied pace until he-

His fantasy fades as his climax crests and he grunts, thick ropes of come spilling over his fist and onto his pubic bone.

He lies still and silent, his heartbeat a metronome in his ear, keeping time of the minutes that stretch on while he steadies his ragged breathing. With a sigh he sits up, looking down at the mess in his lap as his euphoria dissipates and the shame starts to creep in.

He’s certain of two things in that moment-

One, he needs a goddamn shower and two, this will be the last time he fantasizes about fucking you.

Pulling himself to his feet, he glances over at the clock.

14:17.

He smiles to himself, crossing the threshold into the bathroom and twisting the shower on. His flesh hand tests the water, the warm spray cleaning the sticky release from between his fingers before he steps in, letting the water cascade over him.

Less than four hours. He thinks to himself.

In less than four hours he’ll be sitting across from you in a dimly lit restaurant, watching your eyes sparkle in the candlelight as he prompts you about your favorite things just so he can see the way you light up when you talk about your passions. He smiles to himself at the image of your hands gesturing wildly as you talk, the sound of your infectious laugh and the way your breasts bounce when it bubbles up from your chest.

He begins to stiffen again at the thought.

Goddamnit, his cock just won’t quit, will it?

He turns the knob, the water quickly growing ice cold and he grits his teeth at the temperature change, cursing the serum for making his refractory period so short. He’s grateful for it in the proper circumstance, but when he’s alone it’s a fuckin’ nuisance.

Bucky’s eyes slip shut, focusing in on the feeling of the frigid water splashing against the top of his head and rolling down the taut muscle of his back. Eventually the ache ebbs and he cranks the temperature back up, reaching for his shampoo. The cedarwood fragrance clings to the steam, filling his nostrils as he massages it into his scalp. Tipping his head back under the steady stream, he sighs contentedly.

Tonight’s the night he finally gets his girl.

[laursdomain]

hello i love your writing, you're so talented!!!

could i maybe req a leo valdez x reader "rivals with benefits" one-shot? like they "hate each other" and are always competing and have a bet going on that when they win smth the other has to do what they want and it's just really smutty but fluff in the end?? sorry for the big text😭🙏🏻

punishment

pairing: leo valdez x daughter of nike

genre: smut with plot

synopsis: As the daughter of Nike, the amount of times you’ve won is equivalent to how prideful you are. You never back down from a challenge, even when you don’t know what the outcome will be if you lose. Curiosity gets the best of you when Leo has an interesting punishment when you lose a bet you initiated.

warnings: smut, 18+, mdni, nipple play, marking, biting, fingering, piv, unprotected sex, overstimulation, squirting, fluff at the end

w/c: 3.5k

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If there was anything you loved more in the world than winning, it was beating Leo Valdez. You’ve always taken great pride in your victories, your mother was Nike, after all. But every time Leo proposed a challenge, your ego grew a little more with every win. You walk alongside Clarisse to capture the flag, listening mindlessly to her plans to win. She always went neck to neck against Annabeth Chase, the two demigods were the most skilled at the camp activity.

You were abruptly snapped out of your thoughts when your gaze falls on Leo Valdez speaking to Percy and Annabeth, seemingly on their team. It would be his first capture the flag since coming to camp, he has been noticeably absent for the others from his world-saving quests. An idea formed in your head, this would be a perfect opportunity to up the stakes to the bet you two have going on.

You quickly excuse yourself from your group, promising to be back quickly as you shorten the distance between you and Leo. Percy and Annabeth notice you coming over, getting the hint and excusing themselves to finish their preparations for their team. Leo feels your presence, turning around in time for when you plant your feet in front of him.

“Well well well, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Leo teases you, digging his hands in the pockets of his brown pants.

“I have an offer for you,” you smirk, hoping he’d take the bait.

He raises a brow, “do tell.”

“If my team wins, you have to do something for me. If your team wins, I’ll do something for you.”

“And I assume the loser will find out what that something is at the end?” He tilts his head at you, a smirk coating his own lips.

“You’re catching on quickly.”

Leo thinks it over, but he knew the moment you came over he’d agree to whatever challenge you had in your pretty head. “Prepare to lose,” he sticks his hand out, waiting for you to shake it.

You snort, “I never lose.” You grip his oil-smudged hand, tightly shaking it before dropping it. You spin on your heel, nearly running back to Clarisse to get capture the flag started. You refused to lose. 

You have always been ruthless during capture the flag, to the point where campers always thought you were a daughter of Ares in disguise. This time, even Clarisse was impressed by your fighting. So much so she had thought that she would finally beat Annabeth. Much to both of your dismays, the blue team won. As always. Which meant Leo had won. 

There have been very few times in which Leo has won one of your bets. Usually, they were the ones in which his powers gave him an advantage. The fact that he beat you in something you were dominating in was empowering to Leo. He wanted to egg you on, keep you in suspense for what he had in store for you. He didn’t say a word to you when his team was announced the winner, and was too absorbed in his own conversation with his siblings at dinner that he had missed the way you glared daggers into his back from your own table.

You were seething. Leo was smirking.

It was late. Way too late for your liking, but you were absolutely restless. Since the end of capture the flag, you have been waiting for what Leo was going to force you to do. You were sure it would be something embarrassing to make up for all the stupid punishments you’ve given him for losing. With a groan, you toss to the other side of your bunk, hating the way your brain wouldn’t turn off and let you sleep. You sigh out, realizing the only way you will finally be able to sleep is if you get to the bottom of what Leo has in store for you.

You make quick work of slipping on your sneakers, zipping up your camp half-blood zip-up to cover up the fact that you were too lazy to put your bra back on. You slip out of your cabin, mindful to not wake up your siblings as you sneak over to cabin 9. You peek through the windows, noticing Leo’s bed was missing its owner. You think for a moment, where could he be? Then it clicked, he was in Bunker 9. 

It doesn’t take you long to get to the familiar structure. Everyone knew where it was, and you knew Leo spent most of his time in the structure, building his various machines. You slipped through the door, your presence unknown to Leo, who was preoccupied fiddling with one of his machines. You watch for a moment, enamored with how diligently and efficiently he works.

You clear your throat, making your presence known. Leo stills, looking over his shoulder to meet your gaze. “What do I owe the pleasure, loser?”

You clench your jaw at the nickname, you hated being a loser. It was in your blood. “I’m wondering what you’re going to have me do.”

He chuckles, “it’s a surprise. Or are you impatient?” 

“I’d rather do it now,” you scoff.

He walks towards you, and out of instinct, you back away. You don’t stop until your back meets the wall, unable to move any further. Leo stops right in front of you, his brown eyes boring into yours. Was his eyes always that dark?

“Are you sure about that?” He whispers, holding his breath as he waits for your answer.

“Yes,” the word comes out breathless.

Leo’s hands brace on the wall, caging you in. He leans in closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he speaks, “don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

You don’t get to question what he means before his lips are on yours. You don’t protest or fight it, you instantly give in. You weren’t sure if it was the built up tension since losing or because you wanted to, but you promptly slid your hands to the back of his neck, tangling your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. He tilts his head to the side, deepening the kiss as you let out a sigh at the movement. Leo takes the opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth, easily winning against yours. 

Leo’s hands move from your hips to the underside of your thighs, quickly scooping you up into his arms. He easily carries you over to his workbench, throwing his previous items off the table, not caring if they break. He can fix them later. He sets you atop his workbench, slotting himself between your legs as he gets impossibly closer. You break away from his kiss, the need for air was too much for your liking, though you found it hard to catch your breath as he began leaving hot open-mouthed kisses against your jawline and neck.

“Leo,” you gasped out, the feeling of his lips against your neck was perfect.

“Yes, sweetheart?” His kisses make their way to your collarbone, frowning at your zip-up blocking his descent. 

“What are we doing?” You whisper, praying that he won’t stop. 

He dryly chuckles, “you’re doing your punishment. I’m taking this off.” 

He unzips the piece of clothing, shrugging it off your shoulders as he hungrily takes in the new patches of skin. Your sleep shirts were thin, the tank top providing little to no coverage from the son of Hephaestus. He bites down on the adjunction between your neck and shoulder, earning a moan from you as he soothes the bite over with his tongue. His hands slip under your tank top, leaving goosebumps in his wake as his hands grip the skin there. Your own hands kept a firm grip on his white t-shirt, silently begging for him to discard his own shirt. 

“Mi amor,” his voice was breathless as he spoke. “Let me take this off.”

He tugged on the ends of your shirt, waiting for your permission. Even though this is your punishment for losing, he wouldn’t force you if you truly didn’t want to. Your heart swelled at the thought, before nodding, lifting your arms as he quickly removes the clothing, adding it to the pile your zip-up started. Before he can get your hands on you again, you tug his white shirt off, allowing it to fall from your hands and to the floor as you take in his figure. 

Leo wasn’t as built as all the other heroes—not like Percy and Jason. Unlike them, he hasn’t been preparing for the majority of his life to be a hero. Though, his mandatory sparring sessions had been paying off more recently, and you secretly enjoyed that his body was smaller, though yours was still smaller than his, and you fit perfectly underneath him.

Your head falls back as his kisses begin to litter across your chest, and a breathy moan escapes your lips as he takes one of your perked nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the bud. Your fingers grip onto his messy hair, not being mindful on how hard you may be tugging it. Secretly, Leo didn’t mind. You desperately needed friction, and the amount of teasing he was giving you was making you restless. You loved the attention on your chest, but with every stimulation he gave to your chest, your core achingly clenched around nothing, making you frustrated. 

Your position on his workbench gave you little to no room to find that friction, but you made due. You subtly scooted forward towards the edge, thankful Leo was preoccupied with your chest to notice your movement. You grinded your hips forward, your clothed cunt making contact with his clothed cock. The feeling was perfect, adding to the stimulation you were already receiving to your chest.

Leo didn’t say a word, he kept his ministrations up with your chest as he switched to your other breast, giving the red-bitten nipple a break. His hands slide to your hips, gripping them as he pulls you forward, grinding you even harder on his hardened cock. Your grip tightens in his hair, most likely pulling some strands out in your wake at the new pleasure, enjoying the way Leo matched his sucks to your nipple with grinding your covered clit against him. You could feel your wetness pooling, most definitely soaking through your panties and your thin sleep shorts. 

“Leo,” you moaned out, you needed him inside you, and you needed it now. 

“Hmm?” He responds, releasing your nipple with a pop. He admired the red marks he left on your breasts, flicking one of your nipples as they hardened under his touch. He loved the way your body reacted under his touch, you were practically putty under his touch, a stark contrast to your usual demeanor. 

“I need you,” you plead, gripping his upper arms.

He leans in, placing a kiss on the shell of your ear, “tell me where you need me.” His kisses resume on your neck, caressing the marks he left minutes before. 

You stay quiet, too prideful to beg. This was your punishment after all, he should be calling the shots. He notices the way you’ve become silent, flicking your swollen nipples again, causing a shiver of pain and pleasure to course through your spine, settling deep in your core. 

“Inside,” the words come out rushed, “please.”

You weren’t proud to have begged him, and you half expected him to tease or mock you for it. Instead, he places a chaste kiss to your swollen lips before hooking his fingers around your shorts, sliding the wet material down your legs, taking your soaked panties with them. The shorts join his shirt on the floor, and the sight of him stuffing your panties in his pocket goes unnoticed by you. 

His kisses trail down your stomach and to your thighs, placing them on top of his shoulders as he kneels on the ground, practically worshipping you. Without wasting a beat, his mouth latches onto your clit, sucking on the bud as a new wave of pleasure washes over you. Your hands rest in his hair, simply holding him to ground yourself. Your moans come out breathy, and you nearly squeal in pleasure when he sinks two fingers into you, rubbing your gummy walls just right.

Leo’s in ecstasy. He swears he could come right here, without even needing to be inside you. Having his mouth and fingers inside you was enough. The way your moans grew as his fingers reached places you didn’t know existed and the feeling of you clenching around them was too good. He was intent on making you come this way, whether you liked it or not. 

Leo’s fingers reached the spot that makes you see stars, your legs clenching around his head as your nearly reach your high, gripping his hair like its your life-force. What sends you over the edge is when he lightly nibbles on your clit, the stimulation throwing you off the edge with the combined ministrations of his fingers. You ride his fingers through your high, your moans turning into breathy gasps as he removes his fingers from you, kitten licking your hole as a means to clean you, soon turning into overstimulation for you. You squeeze your legs around his head in warning, and he gets the hint, kissing your clit before detaching his mouth. Instead, he sinks his teeth into your thigh, easily leaving a mark on the plush skin before kissing up your body.

He returns to your mouth, bringing you to a messy kiss. You should’ve been disgusted at the taste of your pleasure on his mouth, but instead, it made you even wetter, your core achingly empty. Your hands trail to his pants, quickly unbuttoning and unzipping the material as you gesture for him to do the rest. He gets the hint, not breaking the kiss as he removes his pants and boxers in one swift movement. 

Leo bites down on your bottom lip, making you gasp at the action. He slides his tongue inside your mouth, distracting you as he slides his hardened cock in your wet hole in one swift movement. The sound of your wetness squelching at the contact was embarrassing, but the feeling of how full you felt overruled it. You remove your mouth from his, gasping at the feeling. He stays still, giving you time to adjust, refusing to move until you were sure you were not in pain. 

After a beat, you grind up, a breathy moan escaping you lips at the feelings. That’s all Leo needs, not wasting a moment before sliding out until only his tip remains before thrusting back in, a loud moan escaping your lips. He groans, burying his head into the crook of your neck as he keeps up the rhythm, slowly rutting into you as he savors the sounds of your moans.

“Harder,” you whine, quietly begging. The sound of you, the daughter of Nike, whining for him was more than enough to make Leo feral, instantly giving into you.

Leo’s hands go from being wrapped around your waist to gripping your hips in a matter of seconds. He goes from being gentle and slow to hard and fast, surely leaving marks on your hips from how hard he’s gripping you. Your moans grow louder, not caring if anyone hears. It was night, and you two were in Bunker 9. The odds of someone hearing was still there, but you could care less. Even if one of Leo’s siblings walked in, you wouldn’t ask him to stop. The thought alone made your core clench, the feeling of Leo’s cock against your velvet walls was perfect. 

His tip repeatedly hit your g-spot, abusing the spot as your moans become more high pitched, telling Leo you were getting close. He was right behind you, in fact, he’s been holding back his own orgasm because he wants to come with you. His thumb reaches down, rubbing tight circles onto your clit. The feeling of his calloused thumb against your swollen clit was overstimulating, but you didn’t want to let go of the pleasure you got from it. You fought against the overstimulation, loving the feeling of his thumb against your clit and how hard he was thrusting into you.

“Leo, I’m-“ you begin, your voice breathless.

“I’m right behind you, amor. Go ahead.”

With his words, you reach your high, Leo riding you through it. Your nails scratch down his back, leaving your own marks on his perfect skin. The feeling of you coming around his cock, squeezing the life out of him sends him into his own high. He spills inside of you, thrusting a couple more times before sliding out, hating the way you slightly wince at the movement.

You lean your head back, a contented sigh leaving your swollen lips. Your grip had loosened around the boy, though it was still firm enough to tell him you still wanted him near you. His grip around your hips loosen, caressing the reddened skin with his fingers. His right hand trails down your thighs and to your cunt, watching the way both of your mixed cum seeps out of your hole. Without thinking, two fingers sink into your hole, your body instantly tensing at the feeling. 

“Leo,” you rush out, not wanting to feel overstimulated. You were spent.

He doesn’t listen, pushing the mixture back into your hole, and you can’t help but moan at the feeling. Leo is mesmerized by the sound of the squelching as a result of his fingers, wanting nothing more than to dig his fingers as deep as they can go. 

And he does exactly that. 

You grip becomes vice-like onto his shoulders as his fingers reach new places, adding a third finger. A breathless gasp escapes your lips when he adds a third, feeling nearly full from his fingers. You felt overstimulated and your poor cunt wanted a break, but you wanted nothing more than to feel completely full.

“Ah,” you gasp out, trying to get your words out. Leo smirks at how speechless you were, curling his middle finger against your clenching walls. The movement makes your pussy flutter, and you remember what you were trying to say. “Add another.”

Leo’s eyes widened, giving you an are you sure look. The way you looked like you were in Elysium told Leo the answer to his question, submitting to your request. He inserted a fourth finger, loving the sound of your loud and long moan from the action. Your fingernails dig into his shoulder blades, surely leaving crescent-shaped marks as he thrusts his fingers deeper. You were going to come, and it was going to be intense. 

Leo’s thumb presses down on your clit, the only finger that wasn’t inside of you. The pressure of his thumb is enough to send you over the edge, but this feeling was different. You furrow your brows in the midst of it all, uncertainty filling your dumb-fucked brain. Before you can warn him, you shatter, squirting all over Leo’s fingers. Your gasps come out short, practically gulping for air as you come down from your high. Leo’s fingers ride you through it, sliding his wet fingers out as he licks his fingers clean, the movement erotic. 

He leans forward, catching your lips into a soft kiss, sighing into your mouth. He doesn’t stay against your lips for long, resting his forehead against yours as he lets you catch your breath.

“Come back to me, amor.” He whispers, light brown eyes gazing into your closed ones.

You open your eyes, seeing the love swirl around in his brown eyes. You nod, telling him wordlessly you were okay. Must to your dismay, he leaves your arms, disappearing into one of the spare rooms in Bunker 9 and returning with a wet, clean rag. He separates your plush thighs, lightly wiping around your inner thighs. He was extra careful when cleaning near your swollen folds, knowing how sensitive you were. 

Once he finished cleaning you and himself, he throws his shirt onto your frame before lifting you into his arms bridal style. He brings you into the room he disappeared into before, noticing how it was a makeshift room. You didn’t realize he had his own bedroom in Bunker 9, but it made sense for those late night sessions when he was simply too tired to walk back to his own cabin. He sits you on the bed, opening the small wooden armoire and stepping into a clean pair of boxers. He returns to you with a piece of clothing, sliding your legs into the boxers as he gestures for you to lift your hips to settle the garment comfortably around your waist. 

He turns off the dim lighting in the room, settling into the bed as he extends his arms, waiting for you. Your heart warms at the gesture, instantly climbing into his arms and getting comfortable. The bed wasn’t as comfortable as your own in your cabin, but as long as you were with Leo—you were perfectly content.

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[jiniretracha]

~ Y/n is a "nerdy but hot" type of girl whos also rlly smart. The bad boy hyunjin has secret eyes for her. Shes always alone in class and doesnt talk to many ppl so basically shes mysterious ooo. One day hyunjin finally asks her to tutor him and she gets surprised knowing he knows she exists. Hyunjin has hooked up w many other girls but y/n is different as shes not despo like them and thats what attracts him to her. They both meet late night at a cafe and y/n is wearing a black tank top which has her neck and chest exposed and her lacy bra straps can be shown as well. She covered herself w a fuzzy jacket before entering the cafe but eventually took it off whilst tutoring hyunjin. Hyunjin feels lusty looking at y/n being so effortlessly hot and unknowing of it, he also gets turned on by the way she sucks her frappe straw etc. But he controls himself and after their study session ends hyunjin offers to drop her home on his bike and somehow enters her apartment as well where she lives alone and cozy with a good view of the city. They both have a deep convo before it turns into hot late night sleepy smut fr (also unexperienced y/n doing things with the guidance of hyunjin) tysmm

A Shakespeare's Sonnet - Hwang Hyunjin

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x fem!reader

Warnings: smut!!, fluff, minho's mean but he's just an overprotective little shit, minsung exes to lovers, slight angst, felix and jeongin being supportive besties

Summary: The one where Hyunjin needs tutoring literature sessions, you are a smart hot student and Minho almost faints.

Word count: 9,3k (i went too far i fear)

PS: This was sent in April, i apologize for being so late ☠️. i've been working on a felix smau so forgive me 😭

MASTERLIST // my Ko-Fi

Hyunjin walked the halls of uni, his lazy walk attracting countless girls who would squeal under their breaths as they watched him pass across them, hoping silently one of them could end up being another notch on his bedpost. 

Hyunjin would be lying if he said he didn’t notice. Or that he didn’t love it. He was never one to take advantage of it, but having that feeling around him, of being wanted, was awesome. 

His friends also loved the attention people always had projected on him. It meant being invited to frat parties every single weekend, the coach calling them to the football team, and obviously, having girls flutter around them 24/7. 

What wasn’t something that was guaranteed by Hyunjin’s popularity, was having good grades. 

Hyunjin didn’t really study much, but he considered himself a smart person, so overall, he was a pretty good student. 

Until literature happened. 

He was so sure he was going to ace it, until a new professor, Mr. Jackson, came to uni and started giving out homework and assignments that were hard as fuck. 

The boy couldn’t believe his bad luck, as every single assignment he handed in, returned with a very angry red mark in the shape of an F. 

It was a Wednesday, when Hyunjin sat by the last seats of literature class, knowing how it was going to go down. 

“Do you think you passed?” Changbin asked Chan. 

Chan only snorted. “No way, man. I actually read the book he gave us last time, like 3 times, and the fucker still gave me an F” he rolled his eyes. 

Hyunjin sighed. “I think I failed as well”

“Yeah, dude, you’ve been failing all of yours. What’s up? You never go on a streak” Jisung says next to him.

He shrugs. “I guess it’s this fucking dude that apparently has a thing against me”

“Nah, I don’t think so” Changbin said. “I mean, he has a thing against you, but I think it’s against all of us”

“Thank you” Hyunjin said with sarcasm.

“Yo, this friday we’re going to Seungmin’s, okay? He already gave me a preview of the place and it’s going to be big” Jisung said excitedly. 

“I don’t think I’m gonna go” Hyunjin said.

His three friends went silent.

“Excuse me?” Changbin asked. 

“Yeah, I’m failing literature way too hard and without a reason. And, I don’t know about you, guys, but I really want to get my degree. And literature won’t stop me from getting that” He told his friends. 

“But mate, it’s literally one party” Changbin said.

“No, it’s one party every week” he told him. “Maybe that’s why I’m failing. Because I’m not trying hard enough”

“Well, it won't be the same without you there, mate, but it’s your call” Chan smiled slightly.

“Thank you!” Hyunjin said with a high pitched voice. 

Mr. Jackson’s unwanted presence walked into the room and Hyunjin sighed in disdain. He wanted earth to swallow him up already. 

“Okay, class, I’m handing you today your assignments from last class. I am… disappointed to say the least” the professor said and Hyunjin inwardly rolled his eyes. “Only two people passed, and that’s Mr. Lee, and Miss Y/L/N. Congratulations” the man smiled at two students who were in front of him. 

Hyunjin frowned. He had to get the number of either of those people to help him pass this fucking subject. 

“Oh, of course Minho passed. Ugh” Jisung faked a gag.

Hyunjin smiled. “What’s the matter?”

“See that guy over there?” he pointed at a guy with slight orange hair going on black, talking to a girl. “That’s my ex”

“Oh God, that’s your ex! Minho goes here? Since when? How did I not notice?”

“Yeah”

“Fuck…”

Jisung frowned. “Why do you say that?”

“I was going to ask him to tutor me, since I suck” 

“No! No, no, no. You won’t ask Minho to help you. No way. Ask Y/N, his friend” Jisung shook his head. 

Hyunjin frowned. “O…kay” he said slowly. “I will. Y/N… I think I know her. Her hair… sounds familiar”

“Yeah, we went to high school together” Jisung replied.

Hyunjin’s eyes widened. “That’s Y/N?” he asked. 

“Yeah” He nodded. 

“I didn’t… I didn’t even know she went here” he said with a confused tone.

“Why do you sound disappointed?”

“I… okay, I used to have a crush on her when we were in like… third year? And, well, apparently she didn’t like me” Hyunjin shook his head.

“You’re lucky I liked you in secondary. You were an ass” 

“Yeah…”

Hyunjin straightened up his position when Mr. Jackson walked towards him and put the paper on his desk. 

“Disappointed in you, Mr. Hwang” Mr. Jackson told him.

When he walked away, Hyunjin turned around. “He always says that” Hyunjin spat. 

Jisung smiled. “I actually got a D this time”

“Yeah, I got an F like always”

Jisung pressed his lips together. “I really think you should consider talking to Y/N to help you” he told him. “She’s a good girl. And she’s super smart”

Hyunjin chewed on his lip. “Okay…”

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You put your paper away inside your bag and smiled at your friends. 

“Okay, I am, like, so jealous you guys passed” Jeongin sighed. “I’ve only passed two of his assignments. And this is like the eighth!”

You smiled with a giggle. “It’s only reading and rereading the texts. This one was really tough. I’m lucky I got a C” you said. 

“Yeah, I got a C-” Minho said. 

“Yeah, sorry, why was Jisung staring at us?” Felix asked, nudging his forehead towards him. 

You all turned around and saw Jisung talking to his friend. 

Minho sighed. “I don’t even wanna know, honestly” he shook his head. “I can’t believe he’s still friends with that asshole, my God”

“Who? Hyunjin?” Felix asked.

“Yeah”

“He’s… not that bad” Felix scratched the back of his head sheepishly. 

“Yeah, no. He’s horrible” you sighed. “He was always staring at me with a scowl on his face and being witness of his bully friends back in high school”

“Thank God those fuckers didn’t apply to this one” Jeongin sighed. 

“Yeah. Unfortunately we got the worst. The witnesses” Minho said. “And of course, because the universe couldn’t have conspired enough against me, my ex”

“I still don’t know why you guys broke up” Felix said.

“Yeah, me neither” Jeongin shook his head. 

“I just got tired of the people surrounding him. And the way they influenced him. He was one thing with me and a totally different one when he was with his friends. It was like he was embarrassed of me or something. Like they didn’t know he was gay” Minho explained.

“But they knew” You deadpanned.

“Yeah” Minho nodded. “And cherry on top, he cheated on me”

“He did?” Felix asked.

“Yeah” 

“That’s horrible… well, good riddance, right?” You smiled at him.

Minho forced a smile, “Yeah… good riddance” he chuckled, unsure. 

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You grabbed your stuff and quickly pushed it inside your bag as soon as the bell rang. 

“See you next week, class. Don’t forget to bring your assignments” Mr. Jackson said and left. 

“Hey, do you want to go to the coffee shop next to our dorms?” Jeongin asked next to you.

“Y-“

“Hey, Y/N” a masculine voice said behind you. 

You frowned as you turned around, only to find none other than Hwang Hyunjin in front of you.

You arched your eyebrows. “Uh, hello?” you said unsure. 

“Can I- Can I talk to you for a sec?” he asked, fidgeting with his hands.

The man was nervous. 

Strange. 

You turned around and looked at your friends. 

“Call us if you need us, Y/N” Felix politely smiled at Hyunjin and winked at you.

“Yeah, you guys go. I’ll catch up” you nodded. 

“Okay…” Minho said unsure, grabbing Jeongin’s arm and pulling him with the rest. 

You turned around and looked at Hyunjin. “…What’s up?” you asked.

“I- I was just wondering… you know, since you’re basically rocking this subject and well- you and Minho are the only ones who passed the last assignment… I was- just… wondering if you could- I don’t know, tutor me or- or something?” he asked. 

You snorted, unable to help yourself. “I didn’t know you knew my name”

“Yeah, I do. We- we went to high school together” he frowned. “Why?”

“Well, you basically ignored me in high school” you shrugged. “Figured we aren’t as cool as your wolf pack over there” you nudged your head towards his friends. 

Jisung smiled and waved, while Chan and Changbin made a peace sign with a nervous smile. 

Hyunjin sighed. “Yeah- well, I was an asshole in high school”

“I know”

Hyunjin inwardly winced. “So… about tutoring…”

You snorted and grabbed your stuff. “Goodbye, Hyunjin” you said and left the classroom.

Hyunjin stood there, watching you walk away while his friends snorted and laughed. 

“I think this is the first time I’ve seen a girl reject you” Chan laughed while Changbin cackled with his infamous laugh. 

“Ha-ha” Hyunjin said humourlessly. “That wasn’t funny”

“Oh, it was” Jisung laughed. “She literally laughed in your face”

“I’m gonna fail literature and never get my degree. I wanna die” he whined dramatically as he plopped down on the chair. 

Changbin rolled his eyes. “Be persistent mate. Come on. You have that charm and effect on people. Use it”

Hyunjin opened his eyes and looked at Changbin. “You say I should- like- follow her around and-“

“Yeah” Changbin nodded. 

“I never beg” Hyunjin shook his head. 

“Well, mate, you gotta push your ego aside if you wanna pass literature” Chan shrugged. 

Hyunjin nodded. “Yeah, I know. The girl hates me though”

“I wouldn’t blame her” Jisung shook his head. 

“Why’s that?” Changbin said. 

“Well, me and Hyunjin were with the popular group. Who were straight up bullies” Jisung explained. 

“You guys bullied Y/N?” Chan asked, his eyes widened. 

“No!” Hyunjin said loudly. “No, we didn’t. I don’t want to talk about high school. It’s been ages. Let’s just… move on”

“Okay…” Chan said unsure. 

“Well, what are you gonna do, Hyunjin?” Changbin asked. 

Hyunjin sighed and looked at the ceiling. “I think I’m gonna continue asking her”

“Yeah, figured” Jisung nodded.

Hyunjin looked at him with a frown. “Why’s that?”

“Well, you couldn’t stop staring at her ass, for all that matters”

“Hey! I’m not attracted to her, and I’m definitely not sleeping with her” Hyunjin whined. 

“Sure” Jisung nodded with a smirk. “So, about Seungmin’s…”

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You opened the door of the café and walked inside with a scowl. 

Minho looked up from their usual table and his eyes softened. “What’s up, Y/N?” he asked you. 

You sat down with a huff and left your bag hanging on the back of the chair. “Nothing. This fucker just asked me to tutor him”

“The audacity” Minho rolled his eyes. 

“Why’s that bad?” Felix asked, sipping on his iced tea. 

“Because he’s literally the guy who made my high school life miserable!” you whined. “My life and Minho’s life”

“Oh, well, maybe he’s- you know- changed” Felix tried. 

“Could be. The guy was staring at you like he was terrified” Jeongin said. “It was laughable”

“Maybe because he knows what he did” Minho added. “Typical bully attitude to get what he wants”

“I don’t know. He looked weird, though” You confessed. “Like he was nervous. He was all fidgety and awkward about it”

Felix hummed and looked down at his beverage. “Don’t worry about it, okay? It will be fine”

“Yeah, thank you, guys” You smiled at your friends.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. You got us” Jeonging winked, poking your cheek with his finger, making you laugh. 

“I know. That’s why I love you guys” you smiled. 

An hour passed and you and your friends were having fun, as Jeongin was telling you about his date last night. 

“And then she laughs in my face, like- fully in front of me and I feel the stink in her breath. She had ordered ravioli with a cream cheese sauce that was showered with garlic” Jeongin said while you all cackled. 

“Oh my God, and what did you do?” You asked. 

“Nothing, I just contained my breath in and nodded at everything she said” Jeongin said. “Near death experience”

“And do you plan on texting her or something?” Minho asked.

“No, I mean, she was really cute but other than her attempted murder, we did not connect in the talking at all” Jeongin shook his head with a frown. “No way” 

“Okay, let’s all look down or look like we’re in a deep conversation” Minho said, suddenly.

“What?” Felix asked, confused.

“Hyunjin just walked in” Minho replied. 

Your eyes widened and Minho grabbed your arm when you were about to turn your head. “No, no, don’t turn around” he said, in front of you. “Okay, so my mother just died and we’re like- mourning or something”

“Good grief” Felix shook his head, biting on a muffin. 

Hyunjin, as soon as he stepped in, started whipping his head around, trying to look for you. He saw the back of your head while you were engrossed in a conversation with your friends. He took a deep breath in and tried to collect all the courage he could muster and walked towards you.

“Oh, no, he’s coming” Felix whispered.

“Act normal” Jeongin said.

“Hey, Y/N” Hyunjin said standing in front of you.

You looked up and blinked. “Hyunjin, what are you doing here?” 

“Man, my mother just died. Could you have some-”

“Minho!” Felix said, slapping his arm. 

Hyunjin looked at them curiously and you huffed. “Don’t mind them. What’s up?”

“I know you said no already, and you probably don’t like me at all but I seriously need your help” Hyunjin pleaded. “You see, I need to pass literature to get my degree. Please, I’ll literally pay you, whatever you want”

You chuckled and you moved your head to the side. “Hyunjin, are you serious right now? You’ve ignored my existence since we’ve met and now, when you need something, you acknowledge me?” you snort at the end. “Sorry, not happening”

Hyunjin let out a whine and out of literally nowhere, the man dropped to his knees.

“Oh my God” Felix mumbled and looked away.

“Y/N… I’m begging you. Please, please, please. I’ll literally clean your dorm, pay for your food, I’ll buy you whatever you want, just please, please tutor me” he asked, giving you puppy eyes.

You looked into his eyes and let out a frustrated sigh.

“Okay…”

“What?” Minho asked, in a high-pitched voice.

“Yeah, what?” Hyunjin asked, surprised as well.

“I’ll tutor you, just please get up. You’re embarrassing me in front of everyone” You said with a grimace.

Hyunjin quickly scrambled to his feet and nodded. “Okay, thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Here’s my number” he said, grabbing a pen and scribbling the number into a piece of paper and handing it to you. “Text me. We can meet tomorrow”

“Yeah, okay” you nodded slowly. 

“Thank you, again, Y/N. I really appreciate it a lot. Sorry for bothering” Hyunjin said and quickly walked away.

You looked at him with a frown as he walked out of the café and then turned to look at Minho who was glaring at you. 

“What?” you asked him.

“I’m just gonna ask one simple question. Are you playing stupid? Or were you just born with it?” 

“Oh my God-”

“You just accepted tutoring the devil incarnate, Y/N!” Minho said dramatically.

“Did you see how he was begging on his knees? I don’t want to be as cruel as he was” you argued.

“The guy is the worst, Y/N. Come on” Minho insisted.

“I don’t know, Min. He really needed help” Felix tried. “I think it was sweet of you to give in” 

“Thank you, Lix” you said sincerely. 

“What if he just wants to sleep with you?” Minho asked.

“God, Minho! Hyunjin does not want to sleep with me” you laughed. 

“Yo, why not?” Jeongin asked. “You would make a hot couple”

Minho faked a gag. “Please no”

“You’re into guys, wouldn’t you say he’s hot?” Jeongin asked.

“Yeah, he sure is. But he’s a horrible person so no. I don’t like him” Minho spat, shaking his head in disapproval.

“Okay. Why don’t we all calm down, hm?” Felix asked. “Y/N’s gonna be tutoring Hyunjin and we’re all going to be supportive friends and be there for her if she needs anything”

“Thank you” you mouthed and he winked. 

Minho sighed and looked away. 

“Just trust me. You know I wouldn’t do anything” you told him.

“Y/N, it’s not you I’m worried about. I know you’re not going to do anything. But him? Yeah, I don’t trust him” he said. Felix gave him a look and he let out a breath. “But… I’ll give it the benefit of a doubt”

“Great” Felix clapped. “Everything’s solved. Can we please go back to talking about Jeongin’s horrible date with the garlic breath girl and all?”

“Yeah” you nodded. 

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You dropped your bag on the chair next to the door of your room and sighed. 

“Wanna order take out?” Minho asked from the kitchen. 

“Yeah, chinese, please” you called out.

“On it!”

You dropped your body on the bed and felt the purring of one of Minho’s cats next to your head. 

“Hey, Dori” you cooed, brushing your fingers across the cat’s soft fur. “You missed me?” you asked and the kitty purred. “Yeah, you did” 

You grabbed your phone from your jean back pocket and the piece of paper with Hyunjin’s number fell out. 

Sighing, you picked it up and after a while of thinking, you added him into your contacts. 

Y/N: hey, it’s y/n

You texted him and left the phone on the bed, to stare at Dori.

The phone vibrated and you grabbed it.

Hyunjin: oh hiii

You frowned. “A hi with three ‘I’s?” you asked yourself in a whisper. 

Hyunjin: what’s up?

“What’s up? God, we’re just gonna be having tutoring sessions. You don’t wanna know how I’ve been” you harshly whispered to yourself.

You: fine. Do you wanna meet tomorrow at the café me and my friends were having a hangout until you interrupted-

You sighed and pressed the delete button. 

You couldn’t send him that.

You: i’m ok. you wanna meet at the same coffee shop tomorrow after english?

Hyunjin: yeah, i’m okay with it.

You: great. 

You left the phone on the bed and went to help Minho while he put on the plates and silverware on the table.

“Everything okay?” Minho asked.

“Yeah, yeah. I was just texting Hyunjin” you told him. “I told him he could meet at the coffee shop from today”

“The one where he rudely interrupted us?”

“Yeah, the same one” you laughed.

He smiled and then looked down. “I’m sorry if I was harsh with you today” he said quietly.

“Oh, don’t worry, Min. I know you’re just looking out for me” 

“I know. I just… we suffered a lot in high school and- well, I don’t wanna go through that again. Neither of us” he shook his head.

“Aww, are you sweet talking to me?” you cooed.

Minho dropped his soft expression and rolled his eyes. “Man, you ruined the moment. I hate you”

“No, you love me” you said and wrapped your arms around him.

“Get off” Minho said.

“You love me” you said louder.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever” he said. 

The bell rang and he looked at the door. “That’s the take out. Be right back” 

“Go ahead. I love you too”

“Shut up”

You giggled as you made your way back to your room and grabbed your phone. Your heartbeat started beating faster when you saw the notification from Hyunjin.

Hyunjin: see you tomorrow, y/n :)

“Fuck, you stupid heart. Stop doing that!” 

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You sighed as you tapped your nails on the wooden table from the café as you waited for Hyunjin. 

He was 10 minutes late and you were so close to grabbing your stuff and fleeting out of there. 

Suddenly, your eyes caught his figure being followed by a girl who was looking at him with a smile while he had a frown on his face. He said something, making the girl’s smile drop and walk away embarrassed. 

You looked down and felt a weird feeling in your stomach.

Hyunjin, with a sigh, sat down on the booth bench. “Hey, I’m so, so sorry Y/N” he said, sounding tired.

You didn’t even have the heart to say something rude to him because he was late. “No worries” you breathed out. “Did something happen?”

“Oh, uh… no, it’s just this-”

“Girl?”

Hyunijn looked at you, wide-eyed and then let out a laugh. “Yeah, kind of”

“You slept with her and she wants more but you don’t want more?” you asked, feeling that curious, annoying thing on your stomach.

Hyunjin shook his head. “No, she’s uh… my ex-girlfriend” he said.

“Oh…”

“Yeah” he nodded. “We broke up a long while ago but- well, I broke up with her but she didn’t take it well”

“How long ago was that?”

“Four months ago”

“Four?” you asked and he nodded. “Fuck, that’s a long time”

“I know” he sighed. 

You chewed on your lip. “Okay, we can start now. I’m sorry I asked, I just- well, you looked kind of bothered” you said.

“No, it’s okay. Y/N, thank you” he said with a little smile.

Those damn butterflies kicked inside your stomach and you inwardly rolled your eyes. You hummed and looked down at your computer. 

“Right! So, the next assignment is to choose a sonnet from Shakespeare and analyze it. That means we’ll have to search, read some and well, choose the one we like the best” you told him.

“Oh God, I hate this already” he said, pressing his forehead against the table.

You giggled. “It’s not that bad. I collected a bunch for you to pick” 

He pulled his head up quickly and smiled. “Really?” 

“Yeah” you nodded.

“You’re the best” he smiled wider. 

Fuck, that’s a pretty smile- FOCUS. “It’s nothing” you scoffed with a little smile too.

“No, really. It’s a lot. Let me see” he said and you pushed your computer towards him.

As he started scrolling through the different sonnets, his eyes couldn’t help but wander towards your face. You were looking out the window while sipping your pink drink with a sense of tranquility, something that was definitely lacking in his life. Hyunjin couldn’t help but feel his heart hammering in his chest as he admired your pretty face. He paid attention to the way you sucked on the straw of your drink and he bit his lip. 

You were so attractive to him and you had no idea. 

How didn’t you see it? How didn’t you notice him staring at you in high-

“You picked one yet?” you asked him, turning your head to face him.

He blinked a couple of times and nodded. “Y-yeah” he lied. “I picked one” 

“Let me see” you said, grabbing the computer. Your eyes lit up and smiled at him, making him feel a flutter in his chest, something he hadn’t felt till now. “Wow, Sonnet 116. Good choice. You are one romantic guy, never thought of that” 

His eyes narrowed, confusedly and then nodded. “Yeah… I guess you didn’t know that about me, huh?” he joked.

Hyunjin was in fact a very romantic guy himself, he loved cliché stuff and, whenever he painted, he tried to symbolize love as much as he could. He would paint red roses very often, thinking they symbolize an act of love, sensualism and mysticism. Hyunjin loved romantic comedies and he always cried with them.

But that was a secret he kept well hidden.

“Well, this one you picked is very beautiful” you said with a smile and he couldn’t help but reciprocate it. “Let Me Not to The Marriage of True Minds is one of his most famous works” 

Hyunjin immediately took out his computer and started typing whatever you said. 

“We can read it together” you said, pushing the computer so he could see it.  

He nodded and you started reading some lines and explaining them to him.

Hyunjin stared at you attentively and tried to focus, he really did. But his stupid brain and heart had teamed up to sabotage this study session, because they were focused on you. You, you, you. Then, his eyes couldn’t help but go down as he took in what you were wearing. 

Fuck, how did he not notice? You were wearing a black top that had a low cut and it gave a good view of your breasts, as your arms pushed them together due to your inclined position on the table. His mind started racing with different dirty thoughts of what he’d do to you if they weren’t in a crowded café. Hyunjin noticed you were wearing a lace black bra and it made him wanna grab-

“He’s basically saying that true love is not changeable, no matter the length of time” you explained, bringing him back to earth.

Hyunjin quickly typed, trying to convince you he was paying attention. 

“He is so certain about his definition of love that, if proven wrong, then he was sure he had never loved anyone” you finished.

“Wow…” Hyunjin said. “That’s… beautiful”

“I know” you giggled. “Well, we have to, basically, do an analysis of it”

“Okay, how do we start?”

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Hyunjin pressed the point button on his laptop and sighed. “Fucking finally” he said.

“It wasn’t that bad, you gotta admit that” you smiled.

He had to admit, he did enjoy literature after all. “Yeah, it was actually interesting. Maybe I should’ve asked you for help a long time ago” he confessed.

“Well, that means you would’ve acknowledged my existence, which you didn’t until… yesterday” you said with a shrug.

That’s a lie, Hyunjin thought. “I… I’m sorry” he said and he mentally slapped himself.

“It’s okay. I’m used to it. Really” you said.

He frowned. He didn’t like the sound of that. He was about to open his mouth when you cursed.

“Fuck! Look at the hour, it’s almost eight” you cursed.

Hyunjin looked out the window and noticed how dark it had gotten. “Right, wow. I didn’t even notice” he mumbled as he looked at his phone. 

“Yeah, me neither” you chuckled, putting all your stuff away.

Hyunjin frowned as he didn’t like the fact that this session was over and you’d probably go back to ignoring each other like you did. 

“Hey, uh… do you wanna go back to my place? Like… to hang out” he said.

You arched your eyebrows. “Why?”

“Well, to be honest, I could pay you back with some take out. Whatever you want. My roommate, Chan, is out for the day with his girlfriend so I'm gonna be home alone” Hyunjin explained. 

You leaned your head to the side.  “Are you inviting me because you feel bad for me or because you don’t wanna be alone?” 

None, I just wanna be with you. “Both, I guess?”

You chuckled and looked away. “Hyunjin-”

“Please?” he asked.

You looked at him again and then sighed. “Fine. But we’re ordering chinese”

“Deal” he smiled, satisfied.

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“She did that?” You asked him as soon as you and him walked inside his dorm.

“Yep. And then she basically threatened Lily, my friend’s girlfriend, to stay away from me because she was jealous” Hyunijn explained.

“Oh my God” you mumbled. “That’s borderline obsessive”

“Yeah, I know” he said, dropping his stuff on the couch, “You can drop your stuff  and sit here, I’ll order take out” Hyunjin whipped his phone out and started clicking on the delivery app.

You did the same and noticed there were a few notifications from your group chat with your friends.

<Besties!!>

Min 🐈: hey, you alive bestie? 

Min 🐈: did you kill hyunjin? I’d be delighted if your answer was yes. I’d even help you bury the body

Innie 💛: min shut up

Min 🐈: what?

Lixie☀️: i think you’re overreacting a little

Min 🐈: i think i’m not

You chuckled and quickly typed your answer back.

You: I’m okay, you guys. calm down!! 

You: i’m at his place.

Innie 💛: excuse me?

Lixie☀️: say what?

Min 🐈: oh my god, I think i’m gonna faint

You: shut up. he invited me and ordered chinese as my payment, i happily accepted bc u know i’d never decline chinese 😀

You sighed. You knew Minho would never approve of this, he’d scold the hell out of you. 

Lixie☀️: okay, take care y/n. 

Innie 💛: pls text us if anything happens!

Min 🐈: yeah that

You: i will, thx! love u guys

“Okay, it’s on its way. Want a drink or something?” Hyunjin brought you back to reality and you quickly turned off your phone.

“Oh, uh… what do you have?” you asked him.

“I have wine… coke, water”

“I could have some wine” you smiled.

“Great” he said and took it out from the cupboards. 

You walked towards the kitchen and sat down on the stools, feeling your hands get sweaty from the nervousness you felt. 

“So… did your friends roast me via text?” Hyunjin asked. You pulled your face back and he chuckled. “I know you were texting them. You looked really stressed out explaining this situation to them”

You sighed and looked away. “Yeah, uh… I think it’s not news that they don’t like you” you chuckled humourlessly.

He nodded. “I don’t think you do either” he said. He hoped that was untrue.

“Well. I had my reasons” you said.

Hyunjin frowned. “Had?”

“Yeah, well, I think you weren’t just as bad as I thought” you confessed.

“Why’s that?”

“Well, you did ignore me in high school” you told him. “And you were friends with the people that made my life a living hell, while you stood there, watching”

He was about to say something but the bell rang. “That must be the delivery guy. Be right back”

He walked away from the kitchen and you put your head in your hands. What were you doing?

Hyunjin came back really fast and he placed the food on the plates, wordlessly, while you just stared.

Great, you ruined the whole mood. 

You started eating and the silence was so loud, you wanted to fleet out the door. 

“I didn’t ignore you” Hyunjin suddenly spoke. 

You looked up and gave him a confused look. “What?”

“I didn’t ignore you. In high school, I mean” he repeated himself. “I was just hanging out with the wrong crowd, and I admit that. I just wanted you to know that I did know you who you were. I didn’t know you attended this uni, though” 

You analyzed his words and expressions. He sounded sincere.

“I… it’s funny, actually. I had a huge crush on you” he said in a small voice.

Now, hold up.

“What?” you asked him with a frown.

“Yeah” he laughed. “You were really cute and just my type. But as I said, I hung out with the wrong crowd and it repelled people like you, fairly. And I wanted to be popular, because it was like a dream and it felt like being powerful but then I understood that it was stupid and there’s literally not a day in which I don’t regret hanging out with those people” 

You blinked a couple of times, trying to figure out if this was a figment of your imagination.

“So, I deeply apologize” Hyunjin said in a small voice. 

You nodded. “Okay… I uh… I did not know that” you chuckled nervously.

“No, you didn’t have to,” he said. “Really, I’m sorry, Y/N. If it… helps or whatever, I did want to defend you when they said those things to you and your friends. I was just too afraid to say anything, honestly”

“Afraid they’d do it to you” you said.

“Yeah, basically”

You hummed and licked your lips, deep in thought. “I had a crush on you too back in high school” you suddenly said.

His eyes widened. “Really?”

“Yeah” you chuckled. “Even if I hated you, I couldn’t… help it” 

“Wow…”

“I never told anyone about this” you chuckled. “Not even Minho”

“Oh God, he hates me so much” he said, making you laugh.

“Yeah, well, you’re friends with Jisung, so…” you said.

He frowned. “What’s up with him anyways?” 

You looked up in surprise. “Jisung cheated on Minho”

He looked really surprised to hear that. “What?” Hyunjin asked in a high pitched voice. “No, that’s not it. I mean, yeah, he accused him of cheating but Jisung didn’t do that”

“Yeah, well, that’s what Minho told me. Back at prom” you told him.

“Okay, that’s weird because Jisung did not attend prom” he said.

Your eyes widened. “What do you mean he didn’t go to prom? He said he found Jisung kissing other guy” you frowned.

“Yeah, no. Jisung’s grandfather had passed away the day before so he had to travel overnight to his hometown” Hyunjin said.

“Oh wow” you mumbled. “Well, then we’ll have to tell them and maybe…”

“Get them together again?” Hyunjin asked, with a little shrug.

“Yeah” you giggled. “You know, as much as Minho talks about hating him and all… I think he’s never really gotten over Jisung. He still keeps the necklace he gifted him and the collar he made for Soonie” 

“Jisung’s never gotten over him either. He likes to gag at the mention of him but he still has that shirt, you know, the one they shared of-”

“Oh my God, from that Cat Café? The one that says-”

“Cat Café Lovers? Yeah, that one” Hyunjin laughed.

You chuckled and looked away. “Gosh, that was peak cringe from them”

“Yeah”

The chatter continued. You talked about everything and anything. It was like you both needed this talk from a long time ago, and you didn’t know it. 

After eating everything and helping him with the dishes, you looked at the clock and gasped.

“Oh shit, it’s eleven. Fuck” you whispered. “I gotta go, I’m sorry”

“Oh…” Hyunjin said, sounding disappointed. “It’s okay, don’t worry”

He walked you to the door and opened it. He leant against the frame and watched you put your bag on your shoulder and look up at him.

“Thank you for the food… and the talk” you smiled.

“No, thank you. I’ll probably get an A from what we did” he chuckled. “You’re very smart and very kind to help me… even after everything I did”

“It’s alright” you nodded. “And you apologized, so, we’re good”

“Yeah…” he said. “I actually lied” he suddenly blurted.

You frowned. “What… did you lie about?” 

He swallowed nervously and looked down at his feet. “I did like you in high school but… I didn’t stop” 

You pulled your face back in utter shock.

Say what?

“I… seeing you the other day. It made me realize I didn’t stop liking you after all” he chuckled nervously. “Yeah, I thought you were really cute back then but, seeing you now, I see you got even more beautiful and it kills me that I did what I did. And I’m sorry if I’m making you uncomfortable by saying this but- well, I just thought I could tell you because-” he started rambling and you felt a rush of confidence to shut him up.

Shut him up by kissing him. Hard.

Your kiss shocked him but he was quick to grab your waist and pull you against his chest. 

You pulled away and smiled at him. “I like you too, Hyunjin. Even if you suck at literature and stare at my tits the whole time I’m explaining a Shakespeare sonnet to you” you told him against his lips and he blushed. 

“Okay, that’s-”

You giggled and pressed your lips against his once again, making him groan. He pushed you inside his dorm again, closing the door with his foot. Your bag dropped to the floor and he put his hands under your legs, hoisting you up in the air, making you wrap your legs around his waist. 

Hyunjin led you to his room and then laid you down on his bed, all while literally devouring your mouth with his tongue deep, stroking yours. 

He pulled away to kiss your neck and you arched your back, mewling and clawing at his clothed back. 

“Hyunjinnie…” you sighed, combing your fingers through his hair.

“Fuck, Y/N” he whispered, biting on your skin. He pulled away and stared at you. “You are so beautiful”

You smiled shyly at him and when he went to kiss your neck again, you stopped him by pulling his hair. 

“What?” he asked, caressing your waist.

“I just uh…”

“You a virgin?” he asked.

“No! No, no. I uh had my fair share of hook ups… but I am not like the most experienced so please-” he silenced you with a kiss, moving his hands under your shirt.

“You-” kiss. “-are perfect-” kiss. “Don’t worry, baby” he whispered and went to kiss you again. 

Hyunjin pressed kisses on your neck down to your stomach, over your shirt until he reached the belt of your jeans. He made quick work of taking off your shoes and your belt. 

You helped him kick your jeans off and he stared at your panties. 

His eyebrow arched, as he looked at your laced black panties. “I wanted to feel sexy” you shrugged innocently. 

He tugged on your legs, making you yelp. “Come here” he growled, kissing your lips as his hands groped your breasts through your shirt. “I’m gonna eat you out until you’re shaking, is that okay?”

You shivered at his tone and his honesty. “I…”

“Has anyone ever done that before?” he asked. You shook your head ‘no’, giving him doe eyes. “What kind of dumb men did you date? Who wouldn’t want to do that?” 

He didn’t even give you time to answer, because he took off your panties quickly and shoved your legs open. 

“Fuck, look at that. You’re so wet, baby” he whispered, smirking at you.

“God, do something, Hyune” you moaned, arching your back.

He chuckled at your desperation and swiped his fingers over your drenched entrance, making you whimper. He dragged those soaked fingers over his tongue and sucked them clean. As soon as he finished, Hyunjin crawled over you and kissed you, inserting his tongue inside your mouth, making your nails dig into his shoulders as you tasted yourself. 

He pulled away and panted as he looked at you. “Do you feel how good you taste?” he asked and didn’t even give you time to answer as he dropped a quick peck on your lips and went down to eat you out. 

Hyunjin’s tongue dragged over your core over and over and all you could do was hold onto the sheets desperately. He inserted his fingers and scissored them as he licked over your sensitive clit in a circle motion. 

Your hands went to his hair and started pulling, making him mewl against your cunt. You pushed his head against your cunt, making his nose press against your clit as his tongue licked over you. 

He had you cum on your tongue two times and then, he pressed a kiss over your pubic bone when he was finished, definitely leaving your legs shaking in pleasure, just like he had promised. He wiped his face with his sleeve and then grabbed the back of his tee, pulling it over his head, letting you admire his toned body.

Your hands immediately brushed over his torso and his abs contracted, feeling the goosebumps run all over his body. He pressed his chest against yours and kissed you again, really soft and sweet. 

“How was that?” he whispered against your lips.

“Fucking mindblowing” you whispered, making him smirk.

“Can I take this off?” he asked, fidgeting with the end of your shirt.

You smirked. “I think you tortured yourself long enough at the café staring at me. Go ahead” you giggle.

He giggled back and pecked your lips and then pressed a kiss to your cleavage. “I couldn’t help it” he murmured and then grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head. He stared at your black lacy bra, his hand going under you to grab at the clasp.

You didn’t let him, arching your back at taking it off yourself, exposing your tits to him. 

His hands immediately grabbed them and pushed his face towards them, enveloping one of your nipples inside his mouth and sucking. You arched your back and moaned, gripping his hair tightly with your fingers. He sucked one and then another, then, pushed them together and licked over them.

“Fuck, Hyunjin, I need you to fuck me” you whispered.

“Okay, okay, fuck” he said, giving one of your tits one last suck and then leaned up on his knees, trying to take off his belt as fast as he could. 

You helped him kick off his jeans and saw his erection straining against the fabric of his Calvin Klein’s. It was big already and when he hooked a finger on the hem and pulled them down, your eyes widened. 

His dick slapped against his stomach and his hand went down to stroke himself. 

He knelt on the bed and pushed himself to brace himself over you while looking for a condom. Hyunjin took it out and put it on quickly, and then went back to brush the tip over your entrance, making your nails dig against his forearms. 

One of his big hands gripped your thigh and the other one held his cock to push it inside you. Once he did, you arched your back and he let out a choked moan. 

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight, Y/N. And so wet, shit” he whispered against your neck and then he kissed the hot, sweaty skin. 

“Fuck, Hyune” you moaned. 

“Yeah, keep chanting my name like that” he whispered, moving his hips as he hit your cervix over and over. 

You let out a little yelp every time he hit that sweet spot and one of his hands went to one of your breasts, brushing over your nipple and pinching it every now and then.

He licked over your ear and pulled on your earlobe. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?” he whispered. “So fucking long, baby” 

You put your leg over his shoulder, making him go deeper and pulling a moan from both of you.

His fingers found your clit, and as he rubbed it in a circle motion, it made you get closer and closer towards your orgasm.

You bit at his neck and moaned. “I think I’m gonna come, Hyune”

“Yeah?” he groaned. “Fucking come, then”

Your cunt gripped him tightly, making him groan and thrust even harder. You arched your back against Hyunjn’s chest and came around his length, feeling your vision go white and like you were about to pass out from the amount of pleasure the man on top of you was making you feel.

You barely noticed how he was losing control, as his thrust became sloppier. With a choked moan, he emptied himself inside the condom, his hands gripping the mattress tightly and then with a sigh, he collapsed on top of you, completely spent and satisfied.

Your arms wrapped around him tightly as he panted against your neck. 

“That was-”

“Amazing, fucking amazing” he whispered against your neck. 

You giggled and combed your fingers through his hair, caressing his scalp. 

Hyunjin lifted his head and smiled at you. “You are so pretty”

“Thank you. You are very pretty, too” you said shyly and he blushed. “You blushing?”

He let his head drop against your chest and mumbled, “Shut up”

“You definitely are” you giggled.

“Shut up!”

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After he let you use your shower (in which he may or may not have sneaked in and ate you out against the tiles), you changed into one of his shirts and wandered around his room. You saw the canvases that laid on the desk and smiled as you saw the amazing drawings and paintings he did.

“Wow… you did this?”  you asked him over your shoulder.

“Yeah” he said shyly, brushing the towel over his wet hair. “They’re not the greatest-”

“They’re not? I think they’re museum-worthy, are you kidding?” you chuckled. “The way you painted that rose, wow” 

He chuckled and walked over to you, wrapping his arms around you. “I feel so at peace with you, Y/N” he whispered against your neck.

You smiled and put your hands over his arms. “Me too, Hyunjin” you whispered, kissing his skin. “Me too”

“You have practice tomorrow at the studio right?” he asked. 

“Yeah, we have that super difficult R&B choreo” you sighed. 

“Really?” he asked. 

“Yeah”

Hyunjin started thinking about a little something in silence and then spoke up. “Do you want me to change classes?” 

You frowned and looked up at him. “What do you mean?”

“So that we can practice together. Maybe that’s the reason I never saw you here. Because we never got to practice together” 

You let out a little laugh. “You’re crazy, Hyune” 

“Yeah, crazy about you” he said and kissed your cheek with a loud kiss sound. 

You giggled and shook your head. “Oh, fine. Change classes”

“Yay” he whispered. “What do you usually wear for practice?” 

“Leggings…”

“Oh, it’s gonna be amazing, I’m so sure of it. I’m gonna have so much fun” he smirked.

“Hyunjin!”

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You and Hyunjin woke up with a loud buzzing noise coming from the night stand. 

Hyunjin from behind you groaned and pressed his face harder against your neck. “What’s that, babe?”

“It’s just my phone, hun” you whispered as you grabbed it and looked at the ID of the call. “Hello, Min?”

“Where are you, bitch?”

“Huh?” you asked, surprised at his tone.

“You don’t come home, then you don’t show up at history, and you’re not here at the cafeteria” Minho said.

Your eyes widened and you sat up, looking at the hour. 10:04.

“Shit!” you yelled. “Hyunjin, we overslept!” you yelled, grabbing at his arm and shaking him.

“Hm?” he asked, confused.

“Hyunjin, wake up! We need to get to my dorm to change and then go to the studio! Come on!” you yelled, jumping off the bed and searching for your clothes frantically. “Where the hell did you throw my socks?” 

Hyunjin took his sweet time sitting up on the bed and stretching his muscles. He scratched his eyes and blinked a couple of times. His head turned to the clock on the nightstand and his eyes widened. 

“Holy shit, it’s 10 AM” he said, and jumped off the bed.

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you!” you yelled back as you ran towards the bathroom to brush your teeth in your bra, jeans and only one sock on your feet.

Hyunjin quickly dressed while you brushed your teeth. He combed his hair with his hands quickly and saw you get out of the bathroom, looking around for your shirt.

“What are you searching for?” he asked you.

“My shirt! I don’t know where you threw it. And my socks” you said, looking everywhere.

“Here, use one of mine” Hyunjin tossed you a shirt. “You look better in them” 

You grabbed it and looked at it. “Thank you” you said in a small, shy voice and quickly pulled it over your frame. “My socks” 

“Oh, here” he said. “I found them” he smiled.

“Thanks”

Hyunjin grabbed his stuff and smiled at you again. “Let’s go?”

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You and Hyunjin ran through the hallways, panting.

“To the right!” you yelled and quickly turned with Hyunjin following suit. 

“There you are!” Minho suddenly appeared in front of you just as you turned the corner, with Felix and Jeongin behind him.

“FUCK! Minho!” you yelled. “You scared me!” 

He was staring at you and Hyunjin with a frown. “Okay… please tell me that you are wearing his shirt because he clumsily dropped wine on it and those marks on your neck are just mosquito bites” he said calmly.

Your eyes widened and quickly slapped your hand over your neck, as you looked at Hyunjin with a glare. He just shrugged.

“I think I’m gonna faint” Minho said, grabbing his heart, dramatically.

Felix rolled his eyes and sighed. “Let’s go, guys. We have practice in two minutes” he said with a smile.

You followed them and Hyunjin did too. “I’m gonna ask my professor to… do what I told you, okay?” he asked, grabbing your shoulder.

“Okay” you nodded. 

Hyunjin pressed a kiss to your lips and walked away the other way. You stared at him and then your eyes darted to your friends who were wide-eyed staring at you. 

“No comments, okay?” 

“Oh, no, you come here and tell everything!” Jeongin giggled excitedly.

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After practice, you sat with your friends at the café, telling them everything.

“It was like I had been wrong about him my whole life” you told them, after you finished. 

“Wow, Y/N, he sounds like he really likes you” Felix smiled.

“He does” you nodded. “Hell, he liked me in high school? I did not expect to hear that” 

“Yeah, no one did” Jeongin shook his head.

You looked at Minho and sighed. “Could you be supportive about this?” you pleaded your friend, pressing your hands together.

“What happened with the I’m not gonna sleep with him, he doesn’t wanna sleep with me thing? You bumped your head against a wall and forgot about it?” Minho asked.

“No, we just had a really good conversation in which he apologized and well… I kissed him” You confessed. 

“Hold up, you kissed him?” Felix asked.

“Yep… oh! I have news about Jisung” you gasped, looking at Minho.

He looked up and his eyes widened. “What? What do you know?” he asked.

You smirked. “It was a misunderstanding, Min” you told him. 

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Of course he’d defend his friend. I mean, what can you expect from him?” he laughed, humourlessly.

“He told me that he didn’t even attend prom” you told him and Minho pulled his face back.

“What?”

“Uh… a little context please?” Jeongin asked.

“So, basically, Minho saw what he thought was Jisung at prom kissing some other dude. They fought, they broke up, the end. But Hyunjin told me that Jisung did not go to prom, his grandfather had died the night prior and he had to rush to his hometown” you told him.

“Wow…” Felix said. “That’s- Minho, what do you think?”

“I think I need to go” he said and grabbed his stuff quickly. “Uh, sorry. Thank you for telling me, I’ll be right back” 

You three watched as Minho left the cafeteria in a rush and then looked at each other.

“You think they’ll get back together?” Jeongin asked.

“I think so” you smiled. “They aren’t over each other. At all” 

Felix smiled. “I can’t believe he has refused to date anyone this past year because he is still hung up on him” 

“Yep. Their relationship was really intense and they loved each other very much” you smiled. “Hell, he still keeps lots of things from him at the dorm. I just pretend I don’t see them but they’re there” 

“Like what?” Jeongin asked.

“You know that necklace Minho always wears?” you asked.

“Yeah, the one with the cat- No!” Felix suddenly gasped.

“Yeah, that one was a gift from Jisung” you giggled. “And then the collar that Soonie has, is a gift from Jisung as well”

“Oh my God” Jeongin said. “He talks a lot about hating him and now I realize he does not hate him at all”

“No” you chuckled. 

“Okay, I’m having a deja vu” Felix sighed.

You frowned and turned around, finding Hyunjin running towards you. You couldn’t help the smile that ran across your face. “Hey!” 

“Hi, good news!” he smiled and sat down on the empty seat where Minho was. “Where’s Minho?” he asked, realizing he wasn’t there anymore.

You and your friends smirked. “He went to search for the love of his life” Jeongin said, arching his eyebrows.

Hyunjin looked confused and you just chuckled. “I’ll tell you later”

“Okay” he nodded. “They let me change classes” he smiled.

“Really?” you gasped. “That’s great!” 

“You’re practicing with us?” Felix asked.

“Yeah!”

“That’s awesome, man” Jeongin smiled.

Hyunjin smiled. “I know, I’ll get to practice with my pretty girl” he said, smirking at you.

You groaned when you felt your friends starting to poke at your sides and make annoying noises at you. “Stop it!” You groaned.

“Y/N’s in love” they started singing. 

Hyunjin could only chuckle and shake his head. 

He felt his phone buzz and he took it out. He read the message on his phone and frowned.

You noticed his expression. “What’s up, hun?” you asked.

“Why is Jisung texting me: Minho just kissed me?”

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Two weeks later…

You and Hyunjin sat next to each other and he fiddled with his hands nervously. You put your hand over his fingers and smiled, with a chuckle. 

“Hyunjin, oh my God, calm down! It’s just an assignment” you told him.

“Yeah, I know” he sighed. “It’s just that I need to pass literature or-”

“You won’t get your degree, you told me already, yeah” you giggled. 

Mr. Jackson came over with the assignments and stared at Hyunjin. He gave him a curious look adn then left the paper on his desk with a sigh. 

“Here’s your work, Mr. Hwang. And yours Miss Y/L/N” he said, dropping yours on your table. 

Hyunjin took a look at the paper and gasped. “I got an A!” 

“Me too” you smiled excitedly. “See? I told you you were going to pass”

“I know, but it’s all thanks to you” he said, grabbing your hand and kissing it a couple of times. “Honestly, I don’t know what I’d do without you now”

You looked at him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “You won’t have to wonder now” you said and giggled. 

Your eyes darted to the couple in front of you and sighed.

“Ever since they got back, they won’t stop making out, it’s disgusting” you said to him.

“Hell, we are clingy and we don’t go making out like that” Hyunjin said.

Minho pulled away and looked at him. “That’s a lie, Hwang. Yesterday, I got scarred for life finding you naked on top of my best friend”

“Yeah, I got traumatized too” Jisung said next to him.

“Hey, the happy couples at the back!” Mr. Jackson called out. 

“Sorry” you all four said in unison. 

You and Hyunjin turned your head to the side and found Chan and Changbin mocking you, pretend-kissing each other while making faces. Hyunjin threatened to throw his pencil case while you laughed at them. Hyunjin looked down at your smiley face and his heart doubled its size. Maybe literature hadn’t been so bad after all.

Thank you, literature. 

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Chapter 4- The Chase

Summary: You can only keep running from Frankie Morales for so long. At some point, he'll catch up to you, whether you like it, or not.

Word Count: 3.5K

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader (reader has a name/nickname)

Warnings: Do I spy a hint of... ✨feelings✨??? Yearning, a hint of teenage violence (Santi deserves it, it's okay), the appearance of the Miller Brothers, Frankie basically looking like this 🥺 for the last half of this chapter, banter because I live for it

A/N: I'm convinced that teenage Frankie and the Frontier Boys are the best characters to write for, period 😭 I never thought I would live to see the day where my chapters are less than 5K (?!?) but I'm really trying to be better about posting on a schedule- If you would rather have them be longer and wait two weeks between chapters instead of once a week, let ya girl know 🤷🏼‍♀️ Thank you for all of your kind words about this story, your kind comments literally fuel me and make my heart explode, ily 🥹💛

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Frankie, Fall of 2005, Age 16

For as much as he hates school, there will be two classes Frankie knows he’ll always pass with flying colors- Gym and Math. 

When he and Santi went to pick up their 11th grade class schedules before the start of the school year, you would have thought they’d won the lottery when they looked down on the crinkled half sheets of paper to find they were both in the same 6th period gym class. 

Five weeks into the start of Junior year, Frankie’s now convinced that Santi and his new friends, Will and Benny Miller, are in on some sort of scheme to make him fail the one class he’s guaranteed an “A” in. 

“Jesus Christ, Frankie, for the love of God, will you please slow down?!” 

Santi’s all but huffing at the pace Frankie had set for the four of them to run the two miles they’re supposed to finish by the end of class, only three of the eight laps they need to run around the track completed. 

“We’re not even going that fast, Santi, you’re fine.” 

Frankie can’t help but laugh at the way his friend is laboring behind him. Sure, Santi’s got football to thank for keeping him looking less like a gangly string bean than Frankie does, but even at 16, the boyish satisfaction of knowing he’ll always be faster than his friend is undeniable.

“Do you do like, cross country or somethin’, Frankie?” 

“Yeah man, I thought Santi said you swam not ran.” 

The Miller Brothers were a new addition to his and Santi’s long standing friendship duo. Will and Benny moved from North Carolina over the summer and had befriended Santi after a few weeks of preseason football camp that the high school held before the start of the school year. Of course, that meant Frankie became friends by proxy shortly after. 

Frankie was fond enough of the two, but the group was still stuck in the awkward dating phase of friendship where everything was just enough of a pissing match to prove that they were worthy enough of each other’s company. 

“Yeah, I’m on the swim team, I don’t do cross country or anything like that.” Frankie shrugs, rounding the curve of the track with ease as he leads the pack to their halfway point. 

“Then how the hell did you get so fast?” Benny pants, the straw blonde hair matted to his forehead with sweat scrunching as he pinches his brows in a mixture of confusion and unadmitted pain. 

“‘Cause he likes to go running with MacKenzie.” 

Santi’s lips curl to a devious smile as he watches Frankie’s face grow red from his sing-songy taunting. At least with the Millers, Frankie could pretend to chalk the hot, pink sting in his cheeks to the mile he’s been running. Unfortunately, he can’t assume the same with Santi. 

“Shut up, Santi.” Frankie grumbles, picking up his pace to the point he knows it’ll make Santi’s lungs strain just enough to keep him from rambling. 

“Oh shit, like, MacKenzie Anderson, MacKenzie?” Will’s face lights up, his less than lengthy friendship making him blissfully unaware of the history between you and Frankie, “She’s hot.” 

“Ew, n- no, she’s not. That’s weird.” 

The other three are surprised Frankie’s pants have yet to set on fire after such a bold lie. 

“They go run together every weekend.” 

At this point, it’s pure mockery the way Santi is teasing him, pushing Frankie to his limits to see how much he can get away with before his friend breaks. 

“So like, are you guys, dating or something?” 

“What?! No! No- She’s like, my best friend. I just- She plays soccer, so I go run with her to help her train and stuff. It’s good cardio, anyways.” 

Frankie doesn’t mean to snap at Benny for his question. It’s a secondary response to the way his chest is tightening and heart is racing as the eyes of all his friends stay peeled to him, like a guilty suspect in a courtroom everyone is waiting to catch in the midst of their lie. 

“Running’s not the only kind of cardio he wishes he was doing with MacKenzie, huh Frankie?” 

The boys are too busy snickering at each other to realize that Frankie’s completely stopped in his tracks ahead of them, turning around with arms outstretched to greet Santi with a brute shove to the ground as they collide. 

“I said shut UP, Santi!”

Frankie doesn’t intend for it to draw as much attention as it does, how the way he’s practically screaming at his friend he’s pushed to the ground has garnered the attention of everyone else in his gym class.

“Jesus, Frankie, it was just a joke! Chill out!” 

Will and Benny help Santi off the rubber of the track, leaving him and Frankie in a silent stare down of flared nostrils and gritted teeth, bodies boiling with teenage testosterone. 

Despite his rage, Frankie has enough self control to keep from saying (or doing) anything else he’ll regret, forcing himself to take off running in a frustrated huff of silence, heart in his throat and fists clenched, leaving behind his group of friends.  

“Shit. Is he always like that when you talk about her?” Will asks, still slightly stunned by the altercation he’s just witnessed, considering Frankie’s usual calm and quiet demeanor. 

“Yup.” Santi replies, popping the “p” at the end of his answer, “Well, not always this bad, but still,  ya know?”  

“Why?” Benny chimes in, the three of them slowly beginning their trot back around the track, lengths behind their fuming friend. 

“‘Cause they’re like, secretly in love with each other. They say they’re just friends, but they act like they’re fucking married.” Santi pretends to gag as he forces his eyes to roll as far back in his head as they possibly can. “He’s been extra pissy because yesterday he found out this guy, Nick Walsh, who’s some senior on the boy’s soccer team, tried to ask her to Homecoming.” 

“Did she say yes?” 

“No! That’s the thing! I don’t know why he’s got his fucking granny panties in a knot about it. Whatever, man. Not my problem.” 

The Miller brothers exchange intrigued glances, wondering how much more they can pry out of Santi as they mope around the track, hoping they can at least make the second half of their two miles entertaining. 

“If he’s mad about it, why didn’t he just ask her?” Will shrugs, offering up what seems like a reasonable solution to his new friend’s problem. 

“Ask him, dude. I have no fucking clue. They’re going with the same group of friends, so they’re gonna spend the whole night together, anyways. Honestly, if you want my opinion, I think he knows he doesn’t have the balls to nut up and ask her himself ‘cause he’s worried she’s gonna say no.” 

Despite the 23 other kids in the class who are also being forced to run circles around the track, there’s only one who makes the three of them freeze as he passes by, feeling the hole he’s burning through the back of their heads. Santi knows he’s too loudmouthed for his own good, and that there’s not a snowball’s chance in hell that Frankie didn’t make out what he had to say as he snuck up behind him. 

And he's right. Frankie hears every word.

If he wasn’t at school, he wouldn’t think twice about punching Santi so hard in the gut it would knock the wind right out of him. But right now, all he can do is keep running, faster and faster, one foot in front of the other. 

Maybe if he runs fast enough, no one will be able to see the tears welling in the corners of his eyes, or the disappointment that’s drained every ounce of color he’s got left in his face. 

Maybe if he runs fast enough, he can outrun the cold, hard truth of the way Santi’s words ring in his ears and put bricks in his chest. 

Maybe, just maybe, if he runs fast enough, somewhere along the worn high school track he’ll find the courage to prove himself wrong. 

You, Present 

You’re convinced he’s following you. He has to be. 

All you wanted to do this morning was to go for a run to clear your head, to blow off some steam after the shit show that had been yesterday’s first interaction with Frankie in the past three years. You were confined to your room for the better half of the day, your dad keeping Frankie hostage in your home far too long for your liking. 

Unfortunately, it’s hard to deny a dying man whatever he wants, even if it’s Frankie Morales’s unwelcome presence in your living room. It also meant having to listen to your dad ramble about Frankie for the next several hours after he’d left, politely nodding at all the compliments and praise your father had to give him while your blood boiled in silence. 

Now, all you wanted to do was to run until your head was free of Frankie for just a little while.

It seemed like Frankie had other plans. 

You gave him the benefit of the doubt the first quarter mile, hell, you even tried to just play it off as unlucky timing at the half mile point. But now, you’re a mile into your run, turning on to Fuller Street with Frankie still trotting behind you. It’s clearly not an accident he’s chosen the same path for his morning jog. 

“There are other ways you can go run, you know.” You shout at Frankie without even turning your head over your shoulder, thinking that maybe he’s assumed you hadn’t noticed him and your not so subtle suggestion will get him to turn around. 

“It’s a free country. I can run where I want.” 

Part of you wishes you would have turned to look back at him so he could see the way your eyes met the back of your skull from rolling them so hard, but you keep your gaze glued to the pavement in front of you. You won’t give him the satisfaction of acknowledging his presence.  

“Can you please just go run somewhere else? I’m just trying to enjoy my morning and you’re not helping, Frankie.” 

“Not trying to bother you, just trying to run. I didn’t have anything to say until you started talking to me.” 

You know if you turned around right now, he’d have that stupid little smug grin hiding in the corner of his cheeks. A battle of wits is his favorite game to play. He’s learned how to strategize, to stay calm, cool and collected in the midst of your chaos, waiting until you hit the breaking point of his crazy you can’t bear to tolerate anymore. Your jaw tenses with the long exhale you take as you prepare to go head to head. 

“I wouldn’t have said anything if you hadn’t been following me the past mile.” 

“How do you know I’m following you?” 

“You’ve literally been running ten feet behind me for the past twelve minutes.” 

“Who says I wasn’t planning on running this way to begin with but you just got a head start?” 

“Jesus Christ, Frankie, please just go pick a different way to run.” 

“Who put you in charge of the running police? Do I have to sign a permit before I go jog now?” 

“Go. Run. Somewhere. Else.” 

“No. You don’t get to tell me where to run. This is the way I wanna go, so I’m gonna keep going until-” 

“No! I know you don’t want to go this way!” You’ve accepted defeat, swinging around to storm towards Frankie, stopping dead in his tracks as he realizes the ferocity you’re approaching him with, “I know for a fact you don’t wanna run this way. You know how I know? Because you hate running down Fuller Street. You would run five miles out of your way before you even considered running down this street on your own free will. There hasn’t been a single time we’ve ever run down this street where you haven’t complained the entire way because of how much you hate the hill at the end of the road before we turn onto Wilson way! That’s how I know, Frankie! So stop pretending like you just happened to choose the same way as me by accident, and just leave me alone! Ugh!” 

You’re positive there’s a trail of steam streaming behind you with the way you’re absolutely fuming, turning back around to take off as fast as your body will let you. You can’t bring yourself to look anywhere but straight ahead, too afraid that if you turn around, those stupid, sad brown eyes will make you feel guilty enough to give him the last word he doesn’t deserve. 

Your feet are flying so fast across the pavement, you’re convinced he’s given up, shocked into submission by your anger that he’ll at least let you finish the rest of your run in peace. Your eyes are still locked on the horizon ahead. It’s the arrogance of your self-reassurance that doesn’t even let you contemplate the thought that several yards behind you, Frankie lets out a quiet “fuck me” before letting his hands drop from their place on his hips to chase behind you at full speed. 

“What the fuck are you doing!?” 

“What does it look like I’m doing?” 

It’s a stupid question. It’s obvious Frankie has said a prayer to hope his knees don’t give out on him as he runs as fast as possible to try and catch up to you. The rhythmic thump of his sneakers pounding against the concrete catches your attention enough to see how quickly he’s gaining on you. It only makes you run faster. 

“Jesus- fuck this hill- MacKenzie, will you fucking slow down?” 

You won’t admit you’re probably just as exhausted as Frankie from the way you’ve been sprinting up the steep incline at the end of the road, but his exasperated huffs are enough to keep you pushing through the pain, mental and physical. 

“No. Run faster.” 

You’re hopeful it’s early enough that no one is awake to see the comedic game of cat and mouse you and Frankie are playing in the middle of the road, chasing each other like you’re on the playground in a childish round of tag. You’d never admit to his face that you know he’s stronger, even faster than you, but the grip he settles around your arm as he finally catches up to you lets you know you’ve lost. 

“Let go of me, Frankie!” 

If the street wasn’t already awake from your wild game of chase, your scream certainly would have gotten their attention. 

“Jesus Christ, MacKenzie, will you just let me talk to you for two fucking seconds?! Please, just- fuck- please just let me fucking talk to you, okay? Please.” 

Even if you wanted to keep running, there was no use. Truth be told, it wasn’t the grasp he had around your arm that was the thing keeping you from sprinting off into the distance. What had you frozen in place was that pathetic pout you knew was splayed across his face, burning a hole in the back of your head. What’s worse, was that you could feel it burning a hole through your chest, too. 

The all too familiar pain that came with holding onto the same, shriveled shred of hope that maybe this time, he’d prove you wrong. Maybe this time, he wouldn’t let you down. 

“Fine.” You barely mutter the word loud enough to hear as you turn around to face him, eyes still looking everywhere but directly at him. 

“I’m sorry, Kenz. I'm sorry, okay? I fucked up.” 

Somehow, his second apology stings worse than the first. It still doesn’t mean you won’t deny how much it hurts. 

“Yeah, no shit.” 

You let your gaze lift just enough to see the way he’s gnawing at his bottom lip, chewing at it like he’s trying to digest his own thoughts before they come out of his mouth. 

“What I said that night at Santi’s wedding, I just-” He pauses, knowing you can hear it clear as day in your head too.

“Fuck you, MacKenzie. Fuck you for ruining my life. It’ll be better off without you fucking in it.” 

“I- I- Fuck. I didn’t mean it. Any of it. I regret ever saying it. I think all the time about how much I regret it. I just, I was in a bad place.” 

You’re not sure what to say. Fuck, you’re not even sure what to feel. Part of you wants to scream at him, kick him in the crotch and berate him for how badly the past three years have hurt you. Part of you just wants to stand there and cry, to say nothing and let your tears flow and spill your emotions down your cheeks. Part of you wants to hug him, to believe him, to have him hold you so tightly against his chest that his apology seeps into your skin until you’ve forgiven him. 

But none of those parts are strong enough to win out alone. Instead, they’ve formed together to create a strange sort of storm that brews in your belly, swirling it so violently, it makes you want to vomit. 

“But you still said it, Frankie. You still said it. If my dad weren’t dying, would you even be here? Would you have ever apologized? Or are you just choosing to apologize now because it’s convenient and you feel like you have to?” 

It’s the first time you can bring yourself to look him in the face. You can see how his brain is churning with the same type of vicious waves that are in the pit of your stomach, drowning out the brown of his eyes. You both are lost in the midst of the storm, but you’ve got a lifeboat. He’s sinking below the thrashing tides, looking for you to let him board your ship. You won’t let him on unless he fights his way through the current to get to you. 

“I should have apologized a long time ago.” 

“Then why didn’t you?” 

“I don’t- I don’t know. I was scared you’d never forgive me.” 

You swear you feel the grip he still has on your forearm tighten just for a moment. Now that he has you, he’s too scared to let you go. 

“Just- Jesus- Just because you apologized doesn’t mean I have to forgive you now, Frankie.” 

“Will you ever?” 

“Ever, what?” 

“Forgive me?” 

Your brain wants to say no. God, with everything in you does it want to say no. But that same stupid pain in your chest that lives and dies by that stupid shred of hope you’ll always hold onto just won’t let you. 

“I don’t know. I- I don’t know, Frankie.” 

You can’t ignore the way he’s still holding your arm. The shred of hope doesn’t want him to let go, even when you scowl at the way his fingers wrap around your skin. You scowl because of how his touch burns your skin, the way it ignites a fire in your gut from how tenderly he touches you. It makes you scrunch your face in frustration and confusion, trying to block out all the times he’s touched you like this before, fingers grazing against your skin in a desperate plea for affection, not forgiveness. He’s holding onto your arm to see if you’ll let him in the lifeboat- if you’ll offer him a chance to save himself. 

“I get it. I’m sorry, Kenz. I hope you at least know I mean it.” 

“I do.” 

You’re not sure what makes you want to offer him a last chance at survival. You’ve been separated by different sides of the same storm for so long- You can’t attest to the way he’s had to fight through it to stay alive, but if it’s anything like the side of the squall you’ve been stuck on, there’s a strange relief in finding in finding someone who knows the hell you’ve faced to keep from drowning in the undertow. You can’t seem to bear letting him drown right in front of you without even trying to help. 

“I still hate you, ya know.” You sigh, a defiant cry to prove to him you’re not happy about the path you’ve chosen. 

“Yeah, that’s fair. I deserve that.” 

It’s the first time you’ve heard him laugh in so long. Even though it’s a muffled huff, trying to hide behind the raise of his eyebrows and nod of his head at the ground, you know it’s there, in that same corner of his smirk he gets when he knows there’s no point in arguing with you- there’s no denying it’s there. 

There’s no denying it makes you do the same. 

“You gonna let me finish the rest of my run in peace, Morales?” 

“Yeah, I guess. Only ‘cause I still hate this fucking hill.” 

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pairing: Max verstappen x alexander-arnold!reader Trent Alexander Arnold x sister!reader

warnings: none, man united

authors note: guys I'm working on whiv I swear 😭 all the other chapters came out during break so I had time. But I already had this mostly finished and after that united loss I had to post it

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we win and you’re out celebrating without me???

fake 😒

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who is it?

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none of your business

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what

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He’ll be on my side

go back to dating my friends without me knowing

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Do I get to know about mystery man?

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It’s max

Don’t tell Trent though

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