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:Turtle Trouble:
Get ready for a story filled with Action, Danger, Tragic "loss", Heroism, an actual Vilane, Dry Humor, and Family Bonding, as three of the turtle brothers get captured by their arch nemesis, Baron Draxum. It is up to the remaining turtle and their friends to bail them out and show Draxum he never messes with the 'Mad Dogs'!
Story under the cut! ⬇️
Act 1:
The four brothers were at the hidden pizza place. They just finished having their food.
"That was good!" Mikey said as they exited the pizza place. As they were heading home, Raph just remembered something.
"Shoot, guys! We forgot to pay!" Raph said, slapping his forehead. "Just stay here, Raph will be back in a sec."
Raph ran back to the pizza place. Just as he was paying for the pizzas, something crashed through the wall. It looked like a bunch of purple tenticals grabbing at everything it could.
"What the!?" Raph jumped back.
The tenticals whipped around, slashing at Raph. Raph punched a few, but then one grabbed his leg and pulled him off the ground. It dragged him through the broken hole.
...
Out in an ally, The others were still waiting for Raph.
"C'mon Raph! What's taking so long?" Mikey said as he tapped his foot.
"Surely it wouldn't take this long to pay a tab. Do you think he ran into trouble?" Donnie suggested.
"I don't know, but we better find out." Leo said as he swung his sword, making a portal to the hidden pizza places entrance. They hopped through the secret wall, but was shocked to see what was on the other side. The pizza place was in shambles.
"Who destroyed my favorite hidden mystic pizza place!?" Mikey questioned.
"Mikey, this is the only hidden mystic pizza place you know." Donnie raised an eyebrow.
"Did Raph do this?" Leo asked.
"No, no no no. This place would be way worse if Raph was responsible." Donnie exaggerated with his hands.
Leo looked over to see someone still in the ruined pizza parlor.
"*Gasp!* Sinior Huaso!" Leo said as he rushed over to him.
"My restaurant. My beautiful restaurant!" Huaso cried.
"Huaso, Bone dude, what happened here?" Leo asked.
"It happened so fast! You're brother was paying for the pizzas, then suddenly these purple tentical things crashed through my wall and destroyed my restaurant!" Huaso continued to complain.
"That confirms it definitely wasn't Raph." Donnie nodded his head.
"Purple tenticals? Don't tell me..." Mikey trailed off.
"Barron Draxum." Leo clenched his fist.
"Draxum must have taken Raph captive!" Mikey exclaimed.
"Or Raph chased after him, like he normally does." Donnie mumbled.
"Either way, we gotta go help him!" Leo said, determined, but worried. "Huaso, which way did the tenticals leave?"
"That way, through there." Huaso pointed to the large hole in the wall.
"I should have guessed." Donnie mumbled.
"When you find this, Baron Draxum guy, make sure to tell him he's responsible for the repair costs to my restaurant!" Huaso called out as the turtles jumped through the hole in the wall.
Act 2:
Raph blinked his eyes open when a blinding light flashed on.
"Where am I? What's the big idea?" Raph said, clenching his fists, ready to fight.
What Raph didn't realize was he was tied to a chair. He hopped around, trying to get free.
"It's no use to struggle, just give me what I want and you won't get hurt, too badly." Draxum said as he walked out from the shadows.
"Sheep Man!?" Raph exclaimed. "What would you want from Raph?" He said, shuffling in his seat.
"The day my Mystic crystal went missing, was the same day you medlsome turtles broke into my lab and stole my weapons! You must have it!" Draxum raised a fist infront of Raph.
"Mystic what now?" Raphs face was blank. "Hey, this must be some big misunderstanding! Raph doesn't know what you're talking about. Besides, didn't that place get blown up? Maybe whatever you're looking for is still there?"
"Do not play me for a fool, turtle. I have already searched and it is not there!" Draxum grumbled.
Draxum leaned closer. Raph buttoned his lip when he did.
"Fine, if you won't tell me where it is, then maybe one of your loathsome brothers will!" Draxum swiftly turned, letting his cape flow behind him. "Gargoyles, bring him to the dungeon."
"Uhhh... Yes sir!" "Y-You got it boss!" They replied, scratching their heads trying to figure out how to get this big of a turtle to the dungeon and not get pounded in the process.
...
Leo, Donnie and Mikey followed the trail where the tenticals led, but got to a dead end brick wall.
"What the, the trail just ends?" Leo questioned.
"I'm picking up strange energy signatures. This must be one of those mystic doors!" Donnie concluded as he did calculations on his device.
"Don't worry, Michaelangelo's got this covered." Mikey said as he approached the wall.
He held out his hand with the taped up do-hiky. But then something snatched it away from him.
"Hey, wha-?" Mikey looked at his now empty hand.
"Hey, give that back!" Leo tried to grab it as the thing was taken away by a purple tentical.
"Baron Draxum!" They all said in unison.
"Good! You know my name." Draxum smirked.
"First of, you've got a major repair bill coming your way, second, Where's Raph? We know you took him!" Leo demanded an answer, holding his sword out.
"Indead, I did. And you all are about to join him!" Draxum stretched out his hand, making tenticals break out of the ground to grab the turtles.
They jumped out of the way. One tentical grabbed Mikey and lifted him up. Leo jumped up to help Mikey, but ended up getting grabbed too.
"Where is my mystic crystal!?" Draxum bellowed. His hold tightening.
"Well that's vague. Which one? There's probably hundreds of magical rocks in the hidden city- OW-OW-OW-OOW!" Leo squeaked as Draxums grip got tighter.
"Fibonacci!" Donnie yelled his battle cry.
Donnie leaped up to attack, but his efforts were futile as he was grabbed and thrown into a wall. Leo slashed at the tentical, but nothing was working. Suddenly, a rumbling sound could be heard. Leo and Mikey looked up to see the wall Donnie flew into was starting to crumble. Donnie was barley getting himself off the ground.
"Donnie! Get out of there!" Leo yelled.
But it was too late, Donnie looked up to see the wall falling, right ontop of him. Leo's eyes widened. The dust settled and the bricks found there resting spots. The only thing you could see was Donnie's hand sticking out beneath the rubble.
"NOOO!" Leo screamed.
He kicked and flailled his arms, trying to get free to help Donnie.
"Oops, what an unfortunate accident." Draxum snickered, taking his two hostages away with him.
Draxum opened the Mystic door and carried Leo and Mikey though. The door closed behind them. Just as they left, the rubble started to shift. Metal claws broke through the brick pile and dragged Donnie out of the rubble, clearing any rocks that were in the way. Donnie coughed a few times while lifting his head off the ground.
"Their gone...! Draxum must have taken them." Donnie said worried.
Donnie fiddled with his tech, but it sparked and fizzled out. "And theirs no way to track them either." Donnie stood up with the help of his metal arms.
"Ow! Ow!" Donnie exclaimed, holding his leg. "...I'm gonna need help." Donnie mumbled.
Donnie proceeded to slowly walk out of that bulldozed part of town.
Act 3:
Raph sat alone in his cell, rubbing his arms. Sweat bullets started to drip down his face. He was getting anxious, being alone, away from his brothers for this long. He's surprised he hasn't gone savage already. Just then, the door creaked open. In flew Leo and Mikey.
"If you don't tell me where that crystal is, then you'll be spending the rest of your miserable lives in that cell!" Draxum shouted as he slammed the door.
"Leo! Mikey! Man, Raph missed you guys!" Raph said, much happier now that he wasn't alone.
But the others seamed very quiet. They avoided making eye contacted with Raph, looking distant and nervous.
"What's wrong, guys?" Raph asked, but got no answer. "Look guys, it's not all that bad! Sure we got captured and now we're stuck in a cell. But it looks like Donnie didn't get captured! So we'll just wait for him to come and-"
"He's gone." Leo said, his back turned towards Raph.
Raph paused for a moment. "Gone? ...What do you mean?" Raph asked hesitantly.
"He's gone, Raph! Donnie is dead!" Leo scowled, like it was somehow Raphs fault.
Raphs jaw dropped as his eyes grew wide.
"I couldn't do anything. I couldn't save him!" Leo began to weep.
Raph came closer and wrapped his arms around Leo. Leo sunk his head into Raphs chest. Mikey had come over too. They sat in a corner of the cell, weeping over a brother they presumed dead.
Act 4:
In April's apartment. April is doing the dishes when she hears a clatter and a thud in The living room. She was alone that night, so alarm bells in April's head were raised.
"Mayhem? Was that you again?" April called out. She took off her apron and dish gloves. "I swear, if you knocked over another flower vace-" April stopped in her tracks when she saw-
"Donnie!" April yelled as she rushed over to him.
Donnie was laying on the carpet with his metal arms sprawled all over the floor. The window was open behind him, he must have came in that way.
"Are you okay?!" April said as she knelt down.
"Who? Oh, oh, Yeah, I'm just fine. I definitely didn't just lose a fight to a brick wall...!" Donnie's voice slurred.
Donnie plopped his head back down; His face squished against the carpet. He was ready to pass out then and there. April took him under the arm and helped him up.
"C'mon, Donnie. Let's get you to the couch." April said as she hobbled Donnie over to lay down.
Donnie practically fell onto the couch; stomach down with his arm hanging off the edge. April inspected Donnie to find many cuts and bruises all over his body.
"Boy, what happened? Did a building fall on you?" April said as she placed her hands on her hips.
"Give the girl a prize." Donnie said as he pointed up to the sky, but quickly dropping his arm down afterwards.
"Hang on, I'll get some stuff to patch you up!" April said as she dashed off.
"Be my guest." Donnie's face squished even more into the couch as he finally passed out.
...
After a little work, Donnie was patched up as good as he could be with bandages and wraps all over him. April managed to throw a cast onto Donnie's right arm after he hissed when she touched it. Donnie laid there, just trying to stay still for a little with his eyes closed.
"I wonder if the others know about Donnie's condition? I wonder if the others are in some sort of trouble?! I better check on the them and make sure their alright!" April said to herself as she dug out her phone.
She called and texted each of the turtles, but she got no response from any of them. Something was definitely wrong.
"It's no use, April. They were captured by Draxum." Donnie mumbled as April was still trying to reach them.
"Draxum? You mean, Baron Draxum!? Ooh, I hate that guy!" April grumbled.
"We gotta find out where he took them and bail them out...!" Donnie began to sit up.
"Oh no you don't, Donnie. You're gonna lay down and rest!" April said as she pulled Donnie back down onto the couch.
"Scoff! I came here to get your help! Not to be tied down to a couch!" Donnie struggled a bit.
"Do you really think only the two of us can bail them out, when all three of them got captured? Nah-ah! We're gonna need more help! And I know just who to call!" April said, as she dug out her phone.
Act 5:
"Okay, the plan is this. Todd will distract the enemy with a bitallion of puppies, while Bullhop breaks into the building the others are being held in. Their probably held in some sort of dungeon, going off of Draxums weird primitive style. April will find the key and free the others while Papa and I keep Draxum busy!" Donnie explained.
"Wait, are you sure you should be fighting Draxum, Purple? You are already hurt!" Splinter questioned.
"I'm fine, Dad. Besides I'm far more trained to fight Baron Draxum than these two guys. I'm also a gentlturtle, I would never force a lady to fight." Donnie leaned on his bow staff, placing a hand on his chest.
"Oh come on! I could SO woop that Barons butt!" April said as she smacked her baseball bat onto her hand.
"Sounds like a good plan! I just have one question." Bullhop said. "Where are they being held?"
The room was silent for a moment.
"I have a hunch I know where Draxum is keeping them." Splinter spoke up.
...
The B team stood outside an odd shaped building in the hidden city. It was a tall tower that looked like a bunch of boxes unevenly stacked on each other, shaded in a dark grey with small windows speckled about. There were large red letters on the building that said, 'Baron Draxems Draxums super secret hideout.' Spray panted on.
"Well, that's super obvious. Who lables their hideout in big red letters?!" April questioned as she held her hands out. I'm surprised the hidden city police hasn't found him and arrested him yet!"
"It would help if the hidden city police could read." Splinter added.
"Okay, do we all remember the plan?" Donnie turned to face all of them.
"Uhh, I could use a recap, what was I supposed to do again?" Bullhop said as he scratched the back of his head.
"You. Smash things. Got it?!" Donnie said, his temper rising slightly.
"Oh, okay!" Bullhop gave a thumbs up.
"Okay, Todd, you're up first!" Donnie yelled-whispered from behind some sort of mystical bush thingy.
"You got it!" Todd said as he opened the door to his RV.
The puppies practically came flying out. They scattered around the campus of the building, barking very loudly.
"Good, that should draw their attention!" Donnie said. "Come on, this way!" Donnie continued to whisper. --- "What is going on out there? Gargoyles! Go see what is making all that racket!" Draxum commanded.
"Okay, boss!" They replied.
They flew out a window to see a scatter of puppies all over the place.
"Aw, look at them, their all so cute!" Muninn cooed as he squished his cheeks.
"Hey, isn't that the guy that makes lemonade?" Huginn said.
"Oh yeah! But isn't he in line with those turtle mutants?" Muninn replied.
"Hey! Look over there!" Huginn pointed towards a small group of people on the ground to their left.
"Uh oh, it's those mutant turtle's friends!" Muninn said, watching the group break off a vent and hop inside. "Hey, we better go tell the boss!" --- "Okay, best case sinario, we do not bump into Baron Draxom till we have the others free!" Donnie told the others. "So try to lay low!"
But before they could get far...
"I wasn't expecting company." Draxum said, standing tall behind them.
The group Gasp from being startled.
"Well, there goes the Idea of laying low!" April said, drawing her bat out.
"No April, remember the plan!" Donnie turned to her.
"Uuugghh! You guys get all the fun!" April said as she stomped away, very quickly at that.
"So, the purple turtle lives. You're tougher than you look." Draxum huffed.
"Are you implying that look weak?" Donnie questioned.
"You will pay for hurting purple and kidnapping my sons!" Splinter said as he pointed with a sharp nail towards Draxum.
"None of this would have happened, old man, if they had just given me back my mystic crystal that they stole from my armory!" Draxum thundered.
"Mystic crystal?" Donnie mumbled to himself.
"My sons are honorable! They would never steal anything!" Splinter argued. "At least, I would think they wouldn't..." Splinter gave a slight side eye to Donnie.
"They stole some of my Mystic weapons too." Draxum added.
"Huh. I always wondered where my sons got those mystic weapons from." Splinter scratched his chin.
"Let's just get the fight that's obviously going to happen started already!" Donnie groaned.
"Heh, if you insist." Draxum chuckled as he drew out his claws.
...
"Oohh, leaving me out of a fight, I'd finally have the chance to get even with that creep!" April grumbled.
She ran down some halls, but she ended up running into Huginn and Muninn.
"Not you two flying bats again!" April rolled her eyes.
"Actually, we're Gargoyles." Muninn pointed out.
"The boss told us to stop anyone from getting these keys!" Huginn said to Muninn as he held up the keyring.
"That's gonna be harder than we thought!" Muninns teeth chattered.
April stood there, tapping her bat on her hand, ready to make mince meat out of these two flying stone sculptures.
"*gulp!* uh oh...!" The gargoyles looked at each other.
...
Draxum tosses Bullhop out a window, landing somewhere in a pile of puppies. Donnie leapt up and smacked Draxum in the head. Draxum stumbled, stunned for the moment.
"I've grown tired of you!" Draxum growled.
He whipped his tentical around to grab Donnie but missed. Donnie jumped out of the way, landing on his feet. The landing sent a Shockwave through him, making his injured leg hurt. Donnie looked up to see Draxum about to strike him. Donnie squeezed his eyes shut and prepared for the blow, but Splinter got in between them, blocking Draxums attack.
"Striking my son when he is down, that is a new low for you, Draxum." Splinter grumbled.
Draxum growled and pushed harder.
...
"Thanks for the key, fellas!" April said as she tossed the key up and down in her hand. She ran off to find the cells. The two gargoyles were sprawled all over the floor.
The brothers were sitting in the cell. Suddenly, a clunking sound is heard. The door opens to reveal April behind it! Raph super quickly wiped his face to get rid of any tear streaks.
"April! How did you get here?" Raph asked.
"I had some help from our friends!" April smiled.
"April, theirs something we gotta tell you..." Mikey said quiet.
"We don't have the time to chat, the others are fighting Baron Draxum right now!" April informed.
The brothers looked at each other, nodding their heads.
"Then let's give Baron Draxum what he deserves!" Raph pounded his fists.
They all rushed out of the cell to head on to the fight. They arive at the battle scene. They see Splinter attacking Draxum, avoiding attacks from him.
"Watch out!" Raph said as a tentical smashed the doorway above them. They all jumped out of the way.
"Alright, guys. Let's pound this guy's face in!" Raph said as he got ready to fight.
"I like that plan!" Leo said as he scowled at Draxum.
Leo charged first, his eye flashed red. He slashed his sword down, cutting a tentical. Mikey entangled some tenticals with his rope. Raph ripped some apart with his bare hands.
"What the- no! You medlsome turtles! I will crack your shells open!" Draxum thundered.
Draxum slashed at each of them, but the ninja jumped away. Raph landed next to Splinter.
"It is good to see you are okay, Rad!" Splinter said, still focused on the fight.
"Yeah, but we're not out of trouble yet!" Raph replied.
Raph powered his ninpo and charged Draxum. He landed a few hits, but was kicked off his feet. Raph looked up to see Draxums tenticals approaching fast. Suddenly, a missile exploded the tenticals. Raph looked behind him to see who shot it. There, Donnie was standing, holding his bow staff over his shoulder that was shaped like a rocket launcher.
"Donnie! You're- you're alive!" Raph said as he stood up.
"Oh, please! You can't kill me that easily." Donnie said, heavily aware of the injuries he was hobbling around with.
A tentical smashed down in between them, cracking the floor. The two flinched. A tentical wrapped around Donnie and lifted him up.
"Not agaaAAAAAIINNN!" Donnie screamed as he was tossed across the room. He ran into April and Splinter, then slid against the floor.
"Oh, you're gonna pay for doing that!" Raph said as he growled at Draxum.
Raph attacked Draxum. April got up and scrambled to Donnie's side. Splinter got up to defend April and his Son. The others were still attacking Draxum. Baron Draxum then picked everyone up with his tenticals. Donnie was just getting up when April was ripped away from him. Draxum held them high. Each one struggled to get free.
"Stop! I have what you want!" Donnie yelled.
Draxum stopped for a moment when he heard those words. Mikey and Leo were shocked to see Donnie alive. Donnie stood up and took his goggles off. He opened the side and took out a purple mystic crystal. He held it high to show.
"My Crystal! Give it to me!" Draxum demanded.
"Release my family first!" Donnie demanded in return.
"Hmm, how about no." Draxum swiped his tentical to grab the crystal from him.
Donnie dodged the first attempt, but was swept off his feet at the second attempt. The crystal went flying behind him; his one bargaining chip.
"Finally!" Draxum said as he reached for the crystal.
Just then the doors bursted open. In came a flood of puppies.
"What the!?!" Draxum was baffled. "Where is the crystal!?" He looked around in the sudden confusion.
"I figured you guys could use some help!" Todd laughed.
"You're timing is great, Todd!" Donnie said, sitting in a huddle of puppies.
"Get away from me you insufferable beasts!" Draxum raised his arms as the puppies surrounded him.
While Draxum was distracted, the others managed to escape his grasp. Leo caught April as she fell. They landed on their feet. Leo set April down. Mikey and Leo looked over at Donnie and bolted towards him.
"Donnie, you're alive!" Leo and Mikey squealed and laughed in relief.
They jumped onto Donnie, wrapping him in a tight hug.
"OW OW OW! I didn't miraculously heal in four hours!" Donnie kicked and squirmed.
"Guys, listen up. Raphs got a plan!" Raph said as he turned to them.
One brief plan-dump later:
"Gargoyles! ...Where are they when you need them?" Draxum grumbled.
"Yoo hoo! Oh Draxum! Come and get me!" Leo taunted.
Draxum huffed and attacked Leo. Leo dodged as a tentical went crashing through a pillar.
"Hey, Sheep Man! Come and fight!" Raph yelled.
Draxum growled and attacked Raph, only for him to dodge too and make another pillar get smashed. This happened over and over again. Donnie and Splinter stood in front of the last pillar. the place was already starting to crumble.
"Baron Draxum! I bet you are too slow to catch me!" Splinter taunted him.
"Enough with the silly games!!" Draxum bellowed.
Donnie suddenly cringed. He hunched over and leaned on his bow staff. Splinter looked up at him, concerned.
"Purple?" Splinter said quietly, indicating his worry about Donnie's sudden change in stance.
Splinter looked back to see Draxum was already charging at them. Splinter moved fast and as light as a feather, pulling Donnie out of harms way. The last pillar smashed into pieces.
"Ooh boy...!" Leo looked around to see pieces of the roof starting to fall.
"We gotta get out of here! This place is coming down weither we're in here or not!" Raph called out.
The puppies were the first to flee. Raph ran past Splinter and snatched Donnie up into his arms. Leo grabbed April's wrist and pulled her with him. Mikey and Splinter weren't too far behind.
"No, no! Not again!" Draxum shouted.
The whole building collapsed into a pile of rubble. The turtles and their friends ran. They made some distance from the building and ducked into an allyway.
"Whoo, yeah!" "We did it!" "We kicked that goat dudes butt!" "That'll show him not to mess with the Mad Dogs!" The group cheered.
"Thank you both very much for helping us." Splinter said to Todd and Bullhop.
"Aw, it was nothing!" Bullhop said.
"No problem! Haha!" Todd jiggled.
"Donnie, we're so glad you're okay!" Raph smiled.
"...Well, mostly okay." Leo added.
"Don't worry about me, brothers. I'll be fine... Right after I pass out real quick..." Donnie's voice trailed off as his knees buckled.
Raph acted fast and caught Donnie as he fell over. The others huddled around him.
"Donnie!?" Someone said as everything faded to black.
Act 6:
A beeping sound is heard. Muffled voices filled the air.
"Hey, I think he's waking up!" Someone said.
Donnie slowly opened his eyes. His vision slowly began to focus again. He blinked a few times to see that he was in the medbay.
"How do you feel, Dee?" Leo asked.
Donnie took a breath in. "I feel fine." Donnie answered.
"*Phew!* That's a relief!" April said, holding her hips and smiling. "Oh, here! Todd told me to give this back to you." April reached into her hammerspace and pulled out a familiar crystal.
"Gasp! The mystic crystal! I thought it was destroyed!" Donnie quickly sat up and cupped the crystal in his hands.
"In that case, I bet Draxum thinks it's destroyed too!" Mikey inputed.
"Then he shouldn't bother us about it ever again!" Raph added.
"I wonder what he was going to use that crystal for anyway?" Leo scratched his chin.
"We will probably never know." Splinter said as he stood in the doorway. "Anyways, would any of you like to try out my new hot soup recipe?" Splinter held out a bowl of soup that was filled with suspicious looking ingredients. The group cringed.
Extra ending:
"Phew! We barely got out of there, Boss!" Muninn sighed.
"You really need to stop standing in the middle of a building when it's about to collaps. It's not good for you, sir!" Huginn added
"Oh yeah! When the bosses lab exploded? I remeber that!" One said. The other did a hand motion while making an exploding sound with his mouth.
"Silance!" Draxum grumbled, getting the gargoyles to shut up immediately. "I will not be made a fool by those turtles again!" Draxum clenched his fists. He took a breath and composed himself. "When the time is right..." Draxum turned and narrowed his eyes. "I will have my revenge."
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Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed!
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Fun fact (I guess): This story was based on an episode in the 1987 tmnt series.
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Maybe, Just Maybe
a/n: yess guys i watched thunderbolts and i had to do something about it. lovedd the movie sm so here’s a little something i wrote… idk if i should write more because it’s literally just an introduction..??? didnt even bother to proof-read before i end up deleting everything
pairing: bucky x reader
tw: really bad thoughts from reader, bucky being sweet, walker being semi-mean, Red Room mentioned, bucky gives reader his clothes.
PART 2
word count: 2k+..?
summary: you're a new recruit to the thunderbolts, only knowing yelena from your old days, you struggle to find your place in this new environment.
You stepped off the black transport van, keeping your shoulders tense with your eyes scanning everything. A special thanks to your time at the Red Room –giving you paranoia forever. The cold air immediately greeted you as it pushed past your thin ass jacket, you didn’t shiver at all. You’re used to these types of climate, you couldn't afford to look weak in front of your new team. The Thunderbolts.
Behind her, Yelena dropped down from the van and gave her a light push with her arm. “You good?” she asks, in a low volume for only you to hear.
You gave her a curt nod and looked ahead of you, Yelena led the way towards the New Avengers tower. You notice a buff man with a metal arm standing in front of the doors, his arms crossed over his chest.
One thing about the Red Room – it traumatized you. You were conditioned to have no fear. But, after years outside that hellhole – thanks to Yelena and Natasha – you started to feel things. Emotions. Fear. Distrust. Sadness.
Many people will describe you as always uncomfortable; in other terms you were uncomfortable around people you didn’t know. Coming back to the States, you realized some people truly are evil assholes.
Yelena greets the man with the arm, “Hey, tin-man.”
He looks at her and nods his head towards you in confusion. You immediately grow nauseous.
“She’s with me.” Yelena reminds him.
He looks at you for a beat too long, your fingers twitch at your sides. You hate this feeling – actually being seen, a strong contrast to your old ways – disappearing in a flash. You turn your gaze away, fixating on a crack on the floor near your feet.
“Right,” the big guy said – Bucky Barnes, you remembered, the Winter Soldier, without his long hair he looks like a new man, he steps aside and realizes his harsh demeanor as he fixes it with a small smile, “Welcome.”
You say nothing as you walk past him with the blonde. Yelena says, “Y/N keep walking straight to the elevator and wait for me.” You continue walking as Yelena turns to Bucky.
“She’s not great with people.” Yelena says protectively, “So, don't take it personally.”
Bucky scoffs, “Didn’t notice.” Bucky really doesn’t blame you. He hasn’t met you for longer than 4 minutes and he can already tell you were damaged. In the nicest way possible, you reminded him of his old self.
Yelena tuts and walks to where you’re standing really awkwardly. You give her a smirk. “Nice digs.”
Yelena smirks, glad she finally has a place to call home, “You should see the kitchen, totally worth it.” She hits the button for the elevator, causing it to immediately open as you both step in.
—
NEXT WEEK
The mission didn't go exactly as planned. Many more bodies were wasted than anticipated. Bucky and You were partners in the same sub-division, meanwhile Walker and Yelena were on the other side of the building.
As the team made it inside the Avengers tower, Walker yelled, “Are you guys really that incompetent you can’t follow simple procedures?”
You frown, jaw tense, you know you messed up but he was being a tiny bit harsh. He turns to you and immediately frowns, “And you! The fuck is your problem–”
Before he says anything else, Yelena steps between you silently, face held up, like a shield.
Walker’s sentence falters – because let’s be real who isn’t a tiny bit afraid of Yelena.
“She made a mistake,” Yelena says, her voice even.
Walker scoffs, clearly done with this shit, “Whatever. Next time, keep her in check.”
No one moves until he storms out the room, his footsteps finally fading away to his room. Bucky then turns to you, “You okay?”
You’re about to answer, but Yelena does that for you, “She’s fine.”
Bucky looks to Yelena, then to you, then back at her and nods awkwardly, “Alright then.” Then he makes his way to the kitchen, probably to get himself some much needed coffee. Yelena follows him and you can’t help but feel helpless, you know you made a mistake, but it isn’t your fault. You did seem a bit kill-hungry, maybe it was the way the Red Room had embedded this hunger into you. Or maybe it was the coping methods you used to relieve yourself from the never-ending weight of the world on your shoulders.
After they leave, you exhale a breath you didn’t even know you took. You make your way into your room and look around. You curse yourself for thinking you can do this —- because you can’t.
Not with how your hands won’t stop shaking once you’re alone. Your heartbeat trying to claw its way out your chest, and certainly not with that terrible voice in your head whispering that you’re shit, and that you always will be.
You sit on the edge of your bed and dig your fingers into your stomach, hopefully trying to drown out these thoughts with pain. Repeating that you’re fine and this is totally normal.
Add that to the list of the many things that's wrong with you.
You sit in the dark for a while, the warmness of your room seeping into your bones, the soft hum of the compound being the only sound. You think about how Walker’s words sting, you think about the 4 bodies that happened to die by your hand today, you think about how Bucky looked at you as if he was trying to understand you.
You almost chuckle at the thought because you're still trying to understand yourself. You hated that he looked at you so gently. How his blue eyes tried to unravel your soul and purpose of being here. You hated it because it made you want to spill your secrets, on why you’re like this, on how the Red Room forged you into this fucked-up piece of shit who can barely form a single thought without thinking about the blood on your hands.
You dig the fingers against your stomach harder.
Oh the unnecessary deaths.
You hate that part of you still flinches when someone raises their voice, even if it is Walker being a jackass. You hate that you aren’t normal enough to love the fact that someone as sweet and kind-looking as Bucky motherfucking Barnes even looks your way. Because what if he sees your worth? What if he finds out that you truly are damaged and unfixable?
You’re not good. You’re not a hero. Hell, if the perspectives were turned, you were a villain. You’re blessed to have Yelena fight for you because you’ve done immeasurable things. You don’t even count yourself as a person anymore, you were forged and made into a weapon. Someone who was kept on a leash from an early age, you have to pretend you’re healed from it. No emotion and no hesitation showing; just how it was back in the Red Room. You’re not even sure about how you didn’t snap yet.
You press your forehead into your knees, maybe staying this way will dull away the pain. Just for the night. You need to find a way to deal with this before it gets worse, because you can’t afford to fall apart now. Not when you can feel something good within these four walls. A family. The Thunderbolts didn’t turn you away when Yelena brought you here. You have to prove to them that you belong here.
A knock raps gently on your door.
Once. Then Twice.
You freeze. You don’t answer. Silently praying to any God that can hear you that whoever it is will go away. As you hold your breath you hear a voice,
“It’s me.”
Your face cringes. Fuck. You blink, once, then twice, then again for good measure.
Bucky.
“I–” He pauses, careful about his choice of words, “I know you’re probably not in the mood. I just wanted to – I made you a sandwich.”
You frown, tilting your head to the left. He made you a sandwich?
You don't speak yet. You don’t even move from your spot.
But he doesn’t leave, he continues, “It’s a peanut butter sandwich.”
You stare at the door. You hate how sweet this man is. His kindness feels as if you’re using him, like if he offers you a sliver of kindness, you’re taking something that you don’t deserve.
You get up from the bed, because now that you think of it. You are hungry. You open the door and see that he has changed into a much comfier set of clothes; a black shirt showing off his metallic metal arm, along with gray sweatpants. You can’t lie, he looks good right now.
As soon as you open the door, he looks down at you and notices you still in your gear. But before he even mentions that, you say something, “I’m allergic.”
He looks confused. “Huh?”
“To peanut butter.”
He blinks, “Allergic?”
You nod sadly, “Deadly, even.”
Silence. Another beat of silence passes as you guys share eye contact. Then, Bucky chuckles, “Yelena literally made you a peanut butter sandwich yesterday.”
You freeze. Oops. “It was my cheat day.”
“Yeah, okay,” His lip twitches, almost like he’s fighting a smile. You’re funny, he’ll give you that. “Well besides your allergies, I can make something else?”
You cringe. Maybe Bucky Barnes is something good. Maybe he is the light at the end of the tunnel. Or maybe you’re spiraling to have something good in your life. Either way, it doesnt change the fact that he’s practically begging you to eat.
You glance down at your tactical boots, you still see remnants of blood on them. “You don't have to.”
“I know,” he says simply, “But, I’m still here.”
Your eyes flick back up to meet his. Warmth. He’s not trying to push. Just offering.
“I dont know what, I would like to eat,” You admit softly as you cross your arms across your chest.
But that doesn't faze him, “Good thing, we have a big ass kitchen, with an even bigger food selection."
You snort under your breath softly, he smiles at your response. Grateful that he’s finally seen you smile ever since you got here. He’s about to turn to lead you back to the kitchen but he remembered you’re still in your gear.
“Go on and change,” He started, “I know you’re uncomfortable right now.”
You look back into your almost empty room. Kinda embarrassed you admit, “The few clothes I came with happen to be in the wash..”
He pauses, brows furrowing slightly before his expression softens, “Hold on.”
He disappears back into his room at the end of the hallway, leaving you at the doorway, half regretting that you opened the door and the other half grateful that you did. When he returns he’s holding a black hoodie and gray sweats – which looks incredibly too big for you.
“Here,” He offers you, as he holds it out to you as if he’s giving you a high five.
You hesitate. “Isn’t that yours?”
“Uh, yeah. It’s clean though.” He smiles awkwardly. Maybe he’s coming off too strong. He doesn’t wanna scare you off.
You take it. “Thanks.”
He nods. No problem.
“I’ll be in the kitchen.” He says, before heading off.
You watch him go and as soon as he’s gone from your vision, you look down at the clothes in your hand… and smile.
You quickly change out your clothes and immediately wear Bucky’s. It’s soft. A nice alternative to the previous clothes you’ve worn. It smells so warm as well. You look into your bathroom mirror and see yourself, you look tired and worn out. Setting a quick reminder to yourself that after your meal, you need to sleep for about 12 hours.
Bucky’s hoodie easily covers your whole torso and is almost too long for your arms. The sweatpants are almost dragging the floor, but they are soft and warm, so who are you to complain?
You couldn't believe it. Just a few hours ago, you were taking lives. But now? Now you are in a new home. With people who might become your new family.
With another quick glance at the mirror, you walk outside making your way into the kitchen.
Not because you’re fine. But because maybe, you’re starting to believe that you could be.
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CW: Language, mentions of drinking/being drunk, smut (p in v, fingering), dirty talk, brief moment of anxiousness and insecurity.
A/N: This is the last part of this mini series and I hope y’all enjoy it! This has been a fun little series to get me more comfy with writing smut and y’all have been so sweet!! Don’t worry this isn’t the last time you’ll see these two! 🌟
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Summary: Drunk confessions change things Harry handles it all wrong🌟

“So yer tellin’ me you don’t-” Niall pauses as his blue eyes glance down to Harry’s phone that’s face up on the small table they are standing at in the middle of the busy pub they’ve only been in for a little over an hour. “Uh your phone is going off.” Niall states as he points to the device currently lighting up and making the table shake with its vibrations. Harry’s brows pinch together as he looks down and sees your contact name flashing on the screen along with a photo of the two of you backstage when you surprised him at one of his first solo shows in New York.
“Oh sorry let me-”
“Does that say Muffin?” Harry sends the Irishman a glare as he picks his phone up, his thumb hovering over the bright green answer button.
“It says mind your own fucking business.” Niall just lets out a loud laugh at Harry’s harsh but still moderately playful tone, he holds his hands up in mock surrender as Harry turns to walk out towards the patio area before hitting the green answer icon and bringing the device to his ear.
“Hey-” his greeting is cut off by a woman’s voice that he faintly recognizes making him quirk a brow as he stands off to the side of the patio that’s only being occupied by a few people enjoying a smoke.
“Harry? This is Cindy we just met a-”
“I remember. What’s going on?” He tries his best not to be snippy and come across as rude but his heart is currently on the verge of beating out of his chest as a sense of worry begins to creep its way towards the front of his mind making every single horrible scenario that could possibly involve you start to play on a loop.
“Uh well we had-or more like she had a few drinks and is upset about something but-”
“But what?” He asks as he pinches the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger as he does his best to wait patiently for Cindy to finish explaining the situation, already knowing you’re a bit tipsy while he’s not around to make sure nothing happens to you causing a pit of anxiety to form in his stomach.
“She wants to go home and uhm- well I don’t know where she lives and she can’t really tell me.” It takes Harry half a second to head back inside when Cindy drops the news on him that you’re wanting to go home but are currently not in a clear enough state of mind to tell this poor woman where home is.
“I’m on my way.” He doesn’t let her say anything else before he’s ending the call, he does however make a mental note to apologize for his less than friendly tone and bluntness when he sees Cindy later. He lets out a sigh as he begins checking the location setting in your contact information so he can see where you’re at and it doesn’t shock him one bit to see you’re exactly where he left the two of you before he called Niall for a night out.
“Everything alright with the muffin?” Niall asks as he places his near empty pint glass down as Harry approaches the table.
“She’s drunk.” Is all he says as he places his phone on the table and reaches into his back pocket for his wallet. Niall raises an eyebrow when Harry tosses down more than enough cash to cover the three beers they’ve had between them. “I have to go get her and take her home.”
“Ah bestfriend duties huh?” Harry doesn’t miss the slightly suggestive tone of Niall’s voice as he says the word bestfriend.
Like somehow Niall knows all about the filthy things the two of you have done and the mixture of emotions that have begun to rise to the surface as an unforeseen side effect of them. But he doesn’t, he can’t, because Harry didn’t have the time to get enough liquid courage pumping through his veins to tell him before Cindy called and informed him of your current situation. So he just brushes it off as Niall being his obnoxious self and rolls his eyes at him when he shoots a wink his way after Harry grabs his phone.
“Yes now tell Amelia she’s an actual saint for putting up with you and that if she still needs a rebound guy I’m available.”
“Oh fuck off like she’d want to be with you after being with me?”
“I’d show her what being with a proper gentleman is like.”
“Are you having a fucking laugh? In no way are you a proper gentleman H you-you leave people on read for months and then show up out of the blue on their doorstep and-”
“It’s called a depressive episode Niall everyone has them and I showed up at your door because it was supposed to be a surprise you twat.”
“A surprise? Harry I didn’t even think you had my new address! That’s how long it had been since we talked.”
“We share locations of course I have your new address now I’m sorry for calling you and then leaving so soon but she-she needs me and-” Niall just holds up a hand while shaking his head making Harry stop his rant halfway through.
“It’s okay I understand Harry you don’t need to apologize. You should go get her. ” Niall tells him with a smile that makes Harry feel like Niall definitely knows something is going on between the two of you he just doesn’t know to what extent. “Better run as fast as you can though.” He adds with a mischievous grin as he brings his beer up to his lips to take a sip, Harry raises an eyebrow in confusion making Niall chuckle.
“What are you on about?”
“Ya know.” Harry stares at the blue eyed man like he had six heads making Niall let out a frustrated huff. “Because you’re the damn muffin man.”
“That’s the gingerbread man you idiot.” Harry says with a snarl only making Niall lean his head back and laugh while Harry reaches over and snatches the cash from the table. “Pay for your own shitty beer.” He snaps as he shoves the cash into his front pocket before turning to walk towards the front of the pub.
“Is it okay if I tell people I know you?” Niall shouts causing Harry to raise his hand up and shoot Niall the bird on his way out the door making his best mate laugh even louder knowing he was able to get a rise out of him.
“Fucking Horan always with the jokes.” He mumbles once he’s outside and heading towards the restaurant you and Cindy are at.
It only takes Harry ten minutes and one car laying on their horn and tossing a few unsavory words at him when he crosses the street while they were making a right turn until he is standing in the doorway of the very same restaurant he left you at after hearing you tell Cindy not once, but twice how much of just a friend he is to you. He runs a hand through his hair as he prepares himself to see you, not that he doesn’t want to see you it’s just that he hasn’t had an adequate amount of time to deal with these new feelings he’s discovered he has for you to be able to be in the same room with you without potentially making it extremely weird. But it becomes clear to Harry the closer he gets to the booth you are still sitting in that you’re in no condition to notice if he’s being weird or not, his eyes scan the table in front of you that consists of three empty martini glasses and a plate that now just has some sad little crumbs instead of the mountain of fries he watched the waiter bring you over an hour ago.
“Well looks like I missed quite a party.” Harry’s tone is light and playful as he walks up to the table, Cindy looks over at him with a relieved expression on her face while you on the other hand rest your elbow on the table and tuck your chin into your palm before speaking to him.
“Yeah. You did.” You state with a slight edge as you look up at him, your eyes are glossed over and the tip of your nose matches the light shade of pink your cheeks have turned due to the drinks you’ve managed to finish in a short amount of time.
“What’s the occasion?” He asks as Cindy looks back at you and gives you a smile before she starts to slide out of the booth.
“Can’t tell you.” Harry rubs his lips together to hold off the smile as you try your hardest to sound stern and serious but you have a silly little lopsided grin on your face that makes you come across as anything but.
“I’m sorry but I have to go I have a flight home tomorrow and-”
“You’re leaving me too? No-no you can’t go you just got here.” Harry tries not to let the first few words hit him in the gut as he watches you reach out for your friend who gives you a grin and a breathy laugh.
“I know I’m sorry but next time I’m in town I’ll call you and we can meet up for dinner or something.” She offers as she reaches over and grabs your outstretched hands, giving them a nice squeeze before she lets go.
“Okay.” You say with a pout, Harry turns his attention away from you and over towards Cindy who is tossing the strap of her crossover bag over her shoulder.
“Sorry about how I was earlier I didn’t mean to come off as rude I just wasn’t expecting to be dealing with this tonight.” Cindy gives him a small smile as she places her hand on his arm.
“It’s okay I understand.” Harry feels an odd familiarity in the way she says the four simple words to him and the way her smile seems as if she’s almost hiding something. “It was lovely to meet you-have a good night.” She’s off and walking towards the door before he can think too much into it making him turn all his attention back to you, his very tipsy bestfriend that almost two hours ago he realized he was in love with.
“Hi love.” Harry reaches his hand down and places it on your shoulder, the pout still etched on your face as you look at his hand. “Ready to-”
“You just left.” It’s a mixture of your words and your sad almost watery hushed tone that makes him feel the first crack in his heart that’s already confused and working overtime due to the near anxiety attack he’s been fighting off ever since answering the phone not even fifteen minutes ago.
“I thought you’d like to spend some time with-”
“You thought wrong.” Your tone is harsh but soft as you brush his hand off your arm and slide out of the booth, Harry uses the time it takes you to stand up to flip through the events of the evening to see where he misread any of the signals or misheard anything that would’ve given him the idea that you wanted him to stay.
“Just wanna go home.” You mumble as you lean over into the booth to grab your clutch, Harry’s arm instinctively wraps around your waist when he sees you wobble just a bit once you’re standing back upright.
“Okay.” He says softly not wanting to speak any louder than you, afraid it’ll cause your lower lip that’s tucked between your teeth to start wobbling and your eyes to finally allow the tears he can tell you’re trying to will away with blinks and a deep breath start to fall.
To his surprise you let him keep his arm around you the whole walk out of the restaurant and even allow him to slide his hand to your lower back to maneuver you away from the side of the sidewalk that’s closest to the oncoming traffic. He doesn’t dare to look over at you the whole walk back to your apartment, he can feel the change in the air that’s circulating around the two of you and he isn’t ready to deal with it just yet. So instead he just uses his key and opens your front door, holding it open for you before he slowly follows behind so he can use the few minutes it takes to close and lock it to try and gather his thoughts before having to walk into your living room where he knows you’ll be sitting on the armrest of your couch trying to clumsily take your shoes off.
“Is it easy for you?” Your question catches him off guard as he takes a few steps into your kitchen where he sees you leaning against your island, your shoes are still on and your clutch looks as if you just tossed it onto the counter next to you. Harry can’t help but raise an eyebrow as he creates some space between the two of you by heading into your living room that is open to the kitchen.
“Is what easy?” He asks as he turns so he’s facing you but leaning against the back of your couch. He’s glad he’s gripping on the back of it for support as he finally looks you in your eyes, they look almost twice as big with all the tears he can see brimming the edge of your waterline that he knows will be streaming down your face within the next few blinks.
“Leaving me.” Harry feels as if all the air got knocked out of him as he hears the way you’re trying to hold back your emotions, but he watches them betray you as your bottom lip starts to tremble and the first tear rolls down your cheek. “You do it a lot and-and sometimes you make it look so easy that I just want to know if-”
“I make it look easy?” He asks dumbfounded making you just shrug as you wipe at your face trying to get rid of any evidence that your emotions might be winning at the moment. “Leaving you is never easy it’s-it’s the hardest part of my day actually and that’s just on a regular basis don’t even get me started on how bad it is when I’m leaving for months at a time.” He answers as he pushes off the couch and takes a few steps towards where you’re standing in your kitchen.
“Then why do you do it?” Harry feels another crack begin to form in his heart when your voice breaks and you look away from him and down towards your shoes that he knows you’re going to need help unbuckling in your tipsy and emotional state.
“You always leave like-like you left me for a whole week and then you stay the night and-and we do things and then you leave in the morning or after lunch and tonight you-you just got up and left me without even really saying anything just have fun and-and then you were gone.” Harry’s hands are on your face by the time you’re done letting all your thoughts tumble out of your mouth in a slightly slurred, jumbled mess.
“I’m sorry love I’m so sorry.” His thumbs brush some tears away as they gently wipe under your eyes. “I didn’t know you wanted me to stay.” He answers truthfully because you’re very good at telling him and pretty much anyone else what you want so hearing how upset you are with how things have been going recently makes him want to pull you into his chest and hold you until you fall asleep or forgive him, whichever comes first.
“You never asked.” You tell him with a sniffle that makes the corners of his mouth droop downwards. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.” Harry leans in and places a kiss to your forehead as you let out a shaky breath and close your eyes making a few tears roll down your already soaked cheeks.
“I didn’t mean to fall for you but-but I did and now I feel like I’m going insane every time you leave because I miss you so much and god you think there’s something going on with me and Zayn but-but we only kissed one time on a drunk dare years ago and-and I’m-I’m sorry for making you do this all because I got fired.” Harry takes a half step backwards so he can get a good look at you after you let out a sigh as if you feel a sense of relief having gotten all that off your chest. Your eyes open and immediately find his, your hands come up to wrap around his wrists as his hands stay holding the sides of your face.
“You don’t have to say sorry you didn’t force me into this I wanted to do it I-I like taking care of you.” He sees a ghost of a smile tugging at your lips as you give his wrists a small squeeze.
“Sometimes when we are out and you’re holding my hand I like to pretend it’s not just because I’m your muffin but because you actually want to because you’re-you’re just mine and I think about what it would be like to have that all the time.”
“To have what all the time love?”
“You being mine and not just-”
“Just Harry?”
“Exactly.” You say with a deep sigh as you use your hands around his wrists to gently pull them away from your face. “But it’s stupid because look at me-I have my shoes on still and-and no job I’m-I’m a total mess.” You grumble as you point to your feet with a huff as you step around Harry and only slightly stumble your way to your couch so you can lean against the armrest and try to lean down and unbuckle the strap of your sandals. It’s this little action that makes him very much aware how gone you are, and how you probably won’t remember much of this conversation tomorrow.
“You’ve always been a mess.” Harry lightly teases as he walks over and kneels down so he can undo the straps of your shoes for you earning him a watery laugh from you.
“I’m sorry you have to deal with me like this-even though it’s your fault be-cause you left.” You whisper as you run a hand through his hair, giggling to yourself when you accidentally cause some pieces to fall into his face.
“I’m sorry I’m the reason you got like this.” He responds trying to cover how upset he is with himself giving you a smile that your martini fogged mind won’t notice isn’t genuine.
“If you forgive me I’ll forgive you.” Harry looks down at your outstretched hand with a chuckle, you smile when he places his and in yours. “Thanks for taking me home.” You tell him as you drop his hand and wrap your arms around him for a hug that he instantly reciprocates by wrapping his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest.
“I’ll get you some water and aspirin to keep your head from throbbing too bad in the morning.”
“Will you be here?” You tilt your head so you can look at him. “In the morning?”
“Do you want me to be?”
“Yes.” Harry just gives you a smile as he leans down and kisses the top of your head.
“Okay then I’ll be here.”
It doesn’t take him long to wrangle you into the comfort of your soft sheets, the only obstacle for him having to wrestle you a bit so he could take your dress off and slip one of his t shirts over your head as you whined about being too tired to care what you slept in. But Harry knows you, he knows you’ll get all huffy and puffy in the middle of the night having to deal with the way the dress feels too tight while trying to sleep and he’ll wake up next to your naked body in the morning and that’s something he really doesn’t think he has the mental bandwidth to deal with right now. So once he finally gets you to drink some water and take your aspirin he is tucking you into bed, a soft kiss to your forehead that has your eyes closing and a soft sigh leaving your lips.
“Goodnight love.” He whispers to which you just mumble something incoherent before rolling over onto your side. He runs a hand over his face as he closes your bedroom door and walks into the living room.
“Fuck.” He mumbles to himself as he takes a seat on the edge of your couch, not being able to shake the uneasy feeling he gets at the thought of going in there and sleeping in the same bed he had you moaning and crying out his name in just this morning. Because now he knows things haven’t just changed for him but for you as well, the only difference is that you won’t remember talking about it while Harry is left carrying this new information around like an extra weight strapped to his heart.
So he gives himself some time to sit and process everything for a while before he eventually kicks off his jeans and slides into bed with you silently clinging to the idea that maybe, just maybe tomorrow morning the martinis won’t have washed away your memories of the previous evening and you’ll remember the confessions you said between little sniffles while tears rolled down your cheeks. But as he gets comfortable and you let out a tiny whimper before your hands find him in the dark to pull him closer to your side of the bed, Harry begins to understand he’s not that lucky and you most likely have already forgotten everything you said to him.

Harry swears there’s a whole layer of hell dedicated to the exact form of torture he’s enduring right now as you snuggle into his side and nuzzle your nose into the crook of his neck while your hand that was resting on his chest just a few moments ago begins to slowly slide down to a very obvious destination. He’s never denied you before, not even a few weeks ago when he was half asleep on the couch and all you wanted was to have his cock in your mouth or when you were a few drinks in and were a needy mess for him after joining him at a gallery opening just begging for him to put his mouth on you, he always gives in and ends up giving you whatever you want.
And for a moment he thinks maybe he should just let you have your way, since that is his role in a very specific part of your life, to take care of you in anyway you need him to but the larger part of him, your bestfriend quickly shoves that line of thinking out the window the moment he feels your hand dip under the waistband of his boxers. Because knowing what he knows makes him feel a pang of guilt at the idea of allowing himself to feel the pleasure of your touch, even if at this very moment nothing would make him happier than to let you use him to find your own pleasure. He can’t risk this coming back and biting him in the ass because with the way his luck seems to be running out he knows it’s bound to happen eventually and he refuses to let his friendship with you be in jeopardy just because he couldn’t practice a bit of self control.
“Good morning love.” His voice is thick as he cracks his eyes open and gently wraps his large hand around your delicate wrist before your soft fingers can grab a hold of his hardening length. “How you feeling?” He asks as he drags your hand back up his chest placing it over his heart, placing his overtop and running his thumb over your knuckles.
“I feel okay.” You mumble against the sensitive skin of his neck, your lips brushing against the spot below his ear has a shiver running down his spine and straight to his cock making him close his eyes. “Just a little headache but-”
“I’ll make some coffee.” He’s sliding out of bed before you can even blink and register what’s happening. “Caffeine helps with headaches.” He adds without so much as glancing over at you to see your confused face as you sit up and watch him all but run out your bedroom door.
“Harry.” Your voice is a little rough due to the tears you shed the night before as it calls out for him from the bedroom just as he is pouring water into your coffee pot. He lets out a sigh as he runs both hands through his hair giving it a firm tug at the roots to try to help him ground himself and remind himself that his friendship with you in the end is worth more than getting laid.
“Yes love?” He asks with a warm smile as he leans against the doorway of your bedroom. You raise an eyebrow as you place your hands in your lap and tilt your head to the side as if you’re trying to decide if something is off with him or not and Harry hopes your slightly blurry vision from sleeping in your mascara will help conceal his fidgeting hands and the way his smile doesn’t quite match the gentle tone of his voice.
“How-what happened last night?” There it is, the question he knew was coming and the justification he needed to feel a little better about his abrupt departure from the comfort of your bed.
“You had a few drinks with Cindy and-”
“Oh god the martinis.”
“They get you every time I don’t know why you still order them.”
“Because they taste good and I like the cute little olives on a stick.” Harry lets out a chuckle and shakes his head at your reasoning for still preferring a martini when you go out for drinks. “Did she take me home or-”
“I brought you home.” He answers making you slowly nod your head as your eyes dart around the room as if you’re looking for clues to help you piece together what took place last night.
“On a scale of one to ten how embarrassing was I? Did I try to sing Madonna on the patio again?” You ask with a hint of almost fear in your voice that makes Harry give you a reassuring smile as he shake his head no.
“You were fine just a bit emotional that’s all-no Madonna or Cher on the patio.”
“I do enjoy a good cry when I’m drunk that’s for sure.”
“I’m going to go finish making some coffee.” He tells you as you fall back onto your soft sheets with a dramatic huff.
“Harry?” He pauses mid-step and turns to look at you over his shoulder with a quirked brow as you lift your head up so he can see you properly. “Thank you.” Your voice sounding so genuine is what makes Harry have to turn and walk back into the kitchen after muttering a soft barely audible you’re welcome, feeling the guilt of not telling you everything that happened last night begin to settle in the pit of his stomach.
“Fuck fuck fuck.” He mumbles quietly to himself as he stands in front of your coffee maker, gripping the edge of your counter as it finally starts to percolate and the dark brown liquid begins to gather in the pot.
“This is fine. It’s going to be fine.” He repeats the phrase it over and over again in a hushed whisper as he closes his eyes and readies himself to spend a good chunk of the day with you, all while trying to not give into your advances or spill the beans on everything you told him last night, two things that at the moment he doesn’t really know if he’s actually capable of doing but he is going to try his best.

Harry wouldn’t say he’s avoiding you, he would say he’s simply busy or has made himself busier than normal by accepting last minute meetings and being more hands on with a few projects for an upcoming launch and if that just so happens to help him not be stuck in awkward situations with you then that is just a happy coincidence. He’s managed to keep himself busy for the last three days since the morning after you drunkenly told him how you feel about him and if he’s being honest with himself he misses you, it’s not like he’s ghosted you or anything he still texts and sends random voice notes throughout the day he just hasn’t been in the same room as you, hasn’t smelt your perfume or felt your hand brush his skin when you push his hair up and out of his face and well, he misses it. But as his luck would have it, three days is about all the time he’s going to get before being in the same room as you again because as he steps out of the kitchen and into his living room with a fresh mug of tea in his hand he hears a very familiar sound of his front door being unlocked.
“Why does he keep it so cold in here?” His brain actually stops working for a moment as your soft voice floats from the entryway by his front door and into the dimly lit living room. He looks around frantically as he places his mug on the coffee table, trying to find a place to hide as if you’re some crazed person who just broke into his house and he’s not trying to be the first kill of a horror movie.
“Fuck.” He groans as he stubs his toe on the edge of the bookshelves that line the wall behind his couch, it’s in that moment that he realizes how dumb this is because the moment you see the mug on the table you’re going to know he’s home and it’s not like he gives everyone keys to his house or his gate code but before he can try to move and greet you he hears your footsteps getting closer.
“Why is it so-oh my god!” Your hand flies up to your chest over your heart as soon as you walk into the living room and see Harry in the middle of ducking behind his couch, hands gripping the back of it with his eyes wide as if he was expecting someone else besides you.
“Harry what the hell are you doing? You scared the shit out of me.” He slowly stands up and brushes his hands down the front of his t shirt as if he’s trying to get rid of invisible dust.
“I was uhm-uh-uh I live here.” He fumbles with his words making the sentence come out more like a question rather than a statement.
“I’m aware of that I meant what are you doing behind the couch?”
“Oh I dropped some-wait why are you here?” He quirks a brow as you adjust your bag on your shoulder, his eyes do a quick once over of your outfit and his eyes soften when he recognizes it as the one he helped you pick. “Your interview was today?” The small nod you give him tells him it didn’t go well and he feels his heart drop when you sniffle and look away from him and up towards his ceiling.
“I’m apparently overqualified so-”
“What does that even mean?”
“It means they didn’t want to pay me what I’m worth but also didn’t feel comfortable paying me the amount they are willing to offer.”
“That’s stupid.” He states harshly making you let out a watery chuckle and give him a shrug as you look at the ground. Harry puts his hands in his pockets and rubs his lips together as he tries to think of something to say to make you feel better when all he wants to do is pull you into his arm and kiss the frown off your face.
“I uhm wanted to use your fancy shower with all the-the jet things that massage your back.” You tell him shyly as if you haven’t ever come over with or without him being home to use his fancy contraptions like his shower, jacuzzi tub or steam sauna. “I forgot to check your location to see if you were home. I’m sorry.” Harry just lets out a laugh as he walks over to his coffee table to grab his tea.
“You don’t have to apologize love it’s fine go ahead I was about to go read for a bit but I can do that in the study if you’d like some-”
“You can read wherever you want Harry it’s your house.” You inform him with a playful hilt to your voice making him just lift one shoulder in a shrug.
“I know I just didn’t want to bother you that’s all.” You tilt your head as you adjust your bag that he knows has an extra set of more comfortable clothes in it as well as a pair of cozy socks so your feet don’t get cold on his hardwood floor, something you always complain about every time you stay over and the main reason he has a whole drawer dedicated to fuzzy socks just for you.
“You never bother me Harry.” Your voice is reassuring and makes him smile and feel his cheeks get warm as you take as few steps towards the hallway his bedroom is at the end of. “Do you still have that towel warmer you can’t figure out how to use?”
“Yes.” He answers with a chuckle making you smile as you head off down the hallway.
“Perfect.” Is all he hears you say before you’re out of his sight. He runs a hand through his hair as he takes a moment to let his current situation hit him, you’re in his house about to go use his bathroom because you want a relaxing shower after a job interview that ended poorly.
“This is fine.” He mumbles as he brings his tea up to his lips hoping the warm liquid will help calm him down a bit as he turns and slowly makes his way down the hallway to his bedroom. When he walks into the room he smiles when he sees your bag on the end of his bed that you tend to sleep on, a sight he hasn’t seen in a few days that he’s missed and oddly enough it has him wondering if he’s gone about this whole thing totally wrong.
“We both have feelings for each other so what’s the real harm in enjoying each other’s company?” He thinks to himself as he places his tea on his nightstand. He turns towards the door that leads into his bathroom when hears you humming to yourself as you set up your things, and when you emerge in nothing but a fluffy robe he finds it hard not to take notice of how adorable you look wrapped up in the soft fabric of the light pink robe that lets him see a decent amount of your legs since it stops around the middle of your thigh.
“Damn she looks good.” His mind takes a dangerous turn as he blatantly stares at you, but he can tell by the faint smile on your lips that you don’t mind, not really.
“Stop staring at me you weirdo.”
“I’ll stop staring when you stop being pretty but I don’t see that happening anytime soon.”
“Oh god Harry that was bad.” You tease as you dig through your bag for something, Harry takes this time to walk around the bed so he’s standing next to you.
“That was good and you know it.” He argues as his hands grip your waist to turn you so you’re facing him, you roll your eyes and let out a huff making Harry laugh at your little dramatics. “Come on love just admit it-it was good.”
“I’ll do no such thing because it was horrible.”
“That just means I’ll have to try harder then.” You bite your lip to hide your smile as a blush creeps its way across your cheeks. “What is it you’re digging around for in that black hole you call a bag?” He asks as his hands slide down to your hips.
“My socks. I can’t find-”
“I have some.” He says with a smile as you raise an eyebrow at him. “And yes they are fuzzy and soft just like you like.”
“What would I do without you?” Your tone is playful but Harry swears he hears just the faintest edge to it letting him know you’re actually being genuine.
“Well hopefully you’ll never have to find out but I’m sure it would involve you walking around with cold feet.” His voice is smooth and gentle as he brings a hand up to cup the side of your face.
“I’ve missed you.” You whisper as his thumb runs across your cheekbone, your hands are on his chest feeling the softness of his t shirt. When you look up and lock eyes with him you watch the usual light jade green turn into a dark emerald shade as he licks his lips.
“I’ve missed you too.” His voice is low as he leans in and presses his lips against yours in a kiss that has your eyes closing and your arms wrapping around his neck.
The kiss starts off slow but as Harry feels you pull him closer to deepen it, the kiss turns hungry. You swipe your tongue over his bottom lip before slipping it into his mouth as his hand slides from the side of your face into your hair. He manages to maneuver the two of you so the back of your knees hit the edge of his bed without breaking the kiss. His lips move against yours as he gently lowers you to the bed, standing between your legs as your back hits the soft comforter.
“You okay?” He asks as he pulls away, his hands on either side of your head as he hovers over you.
“Yes.” You say with a nod making Harry smile as he leans down and places a kiss to your forehead then your cheeks and the tip of your nose making you giggle as his lips find their way to your jaw. “You know I did come over to take advantage of your shower.” You remind Harry as he kisses his way down your jaw to the side of your neck.
“Mind some company?” He asks between little nips to the side of your neck, he smiles against your sensitive skin when he hears you let out a small gasp when he nips at the spot just below your ear.
“Not at all.” You answer with a sigh as Harry’s lips travel down your neck, moving your robe just enough so he can place kisses to your collar bone while your hands slide down his chest and dip under the hem of his t shirt feeling the way his muscles tense under your touch.
“Let me go get it started then. Know how all the knobs confuse you.” He teases making you run your finger up his side slowly a place you know he’s always been ticklish, causing him to flinch away as a deep chuckle bubbles up from his chest.
“Don’t be rude Harry.”
“Sorry love.” He gives you a sly smile when he lifts his head, his eyes catch yours before he places a quick kiss to your lips. “How hot do you want it? Burn your flesh or a normal temperate most humans can tolerate?” He asks as he stands up, his hands on the tops of your thighs as you sit up onto your elbows.
“Most humans can tolerate how hot I like to shower you just-”
“Baby your version of a hot shower is equivalent to what I’m guessing the inside of a volcano feels like.” He watches your face as the petname falls from his lips, he sees the smile that takes over and the way your cheeks turn the tiniest bit pink.
“You don’t have to join me if you can’t handle it.” Your tone is nothing but teasing making Harry give you a knowing look before he’s leaning in and attaching his lips to yours in a kiss that leaves you wanting nothing more than to pull him down onto the mattress with you and say to hell with the shower when he pulls away.
“Oh I can handle it don’t you worry.” And with that he’s giving your thighs a little squeeze before turning and heading into the bathroom.
Harry stares at you in awe as he watches the warm water cascade down your body, steam filling the shower and surrounding the two of you in an intimate kind of warmth. His are eyes filled with lust and deep affection as you run your hands through your damp hair after rinsing out your fruity smelling conditioner, you tilt your head and glance at him over your shoulder. It’s when he watches you bite your bottom lip that he decides he’s done being polite and keeping his hands to himself while you enjoy his shower. It takes him three steps until he’s on you, hands softly tracing your curves, savoring every soft inch of you as if he’s trying to memorize every dip and delicate curve just incase it’s the last time he’ll get to experience it.
His hands gently grip your hips and turn you so your back is pressed against the tile wall of his shower as he captures your lips in a heated kiss, your arms wrap around his neck as he slides his tongue against yours deepening the kiss. You pull him closer when you feel a hand slip between your thighs, he swallows down your moan when the tip of his index finger runs up and down your slick folds, teasing you.
“Need to feel you.” He mumbles against your lips when he pulls away from the kiss just to let you catch your breath, your head rests against the wall as he pushes his finger into your wet center pumping in and out a few times before adding his middle finger earning him a moan as you grind down onto his hand.
“Oh god.” Your voice is soft and breathy as he pumps his fingers into your wetness at an agonizingly slow pace that has your hands gripping the tops of Harry’s shoulders. “H-Harry I need more please.” He leans in and places kisses to the side of your neck as his thumb begins rubbing light circles over your clit.
“You’ll get what you need I just want to take my time with you.” He says as he kisses down your neck to the top of your shoulder. “Haven’t gotten to fuck this sweet pussy in days baby I wanna feel you make a mess on my fingers before I stuff you full of my cock.” He tells you as his fingers curl inside of you, pumping into you at a quicker but still slow and deliberate pace that has you feeling pressure slowly build in your lower tummy.
“Missed your fingers so-oh yes yes right there.” Harry smirks against your wet soft skin as he adds a third finger, he feels you begin to clench around him as he makes his thrusts more determined and adds more pressure to your clit.
“Yeah? Missed my fingers being deep inside you? Oh that’s the spot isn’t it baby? God you feel so good-can feel your tight little pussy squeezing them.” He lets out a groan as you arch your back and grind down onto his hand as your eyes snap shut. “Let go for me baby-I’ve got you.” He whispers in your ear as he pumps his fingers into you at a pace that has you letting out a soft cry of his name as a wave of pleasure washes over you.
“Harry-oh oh god.” His skilled fingers pump into you at a steady pace as he feels your release drip onto his hand down to his wrist, trying to drag out your pleasure as long as he can making your chest rise and fall rapidly as you try to catch your breath. He kisses your forehead when you let out a tiny whine as he slides his fingers out of your soaked cunt.
“God you’re so pretty when you come undone for me.” He tells you voice thick with need before his lips are on yours in a passionate kiss that has your hands tangling into his damp hair trying to pull him closer as his hand slides to the back of your thigh lifting your leg up, his tongue licks into your mouth as he nudges the tip of his painfully hard cock at your entrance. He pulls away from your kiss swollen lips and watches your face as he slowly pushes his tip into your warm wet center, he feels you give his hair a tug when he pulls out just to teasingly push back in.
“You’re being mean.” You whine as he pushes into you so half his cock is snug inside your tight hole just to slide back out slowly so just the tip is inside you. His hand gives your thigh a squeeze as his lips find that spot below your ear that makes you let out a breathy moan.
“M’not being mean baby I’m just giving you what you want.” His sweet and soft voice is wrapped in a teasing tone as he whispers in your ear, he slowly sinks his thick cock inside you letting you feel every inch of him till you’re gripping onto his arms at how overwhelming it is to feel him fill you up like this. He stills for a moment letting you adjust to him and wanting to savor the feeling of you being wrapped tightly around him. “I missed how good it feels to stuff my thick cock inside your tight pussy it’s always so snug and-god it feels amazing.” He says with a moan, his mouth nipping at your jaw lightly.
“So good-feels so good.” You moan as he begins to move his hips making sure you feel how deep he is with each slow deliberate thrust.
“You like being full of me don’t you baby? Like it when I hit that spot-right there.” He watches with lust filled eyes as he gives you a deep thrust making the tip of his cock hit the spot inside you that has your eyes closing and his name falling out of your mouth. “That’s it just let me take care of you-so pretty baby.” His lips find yours as your hands grab at his back pulling him closer, his tongue swipes across your bottom lip before he slides it past your lips deepening the kiss as he increases the pace of his thrusts just enough to have you moaning into his mouth.
“Your pretty cunt is takin me so well-doing so good for me.” He says with a moan when he pulls away from your lips, his hand glides down between your wet bodies until his thumb finds your clit. “Talk to me sweetheart tell me how you feel.” He demands gently, needing to hear your voice telling him how good he’s making you feel.
“Oh god it feels so good Harry-so big oh shit and-deep I love it.” He lets out a deep groan when he feels you clench around him, he leans back just enough so he can look down and watch his thick shaft disappear into your cunt as he pulls out to just the tip and then slowly pushes back in making you claw at his back. “Faster Harry please-oh god.” You beg as he takes his time fucking you nice and slow with deep thrusts of his hips that has you needing more as your hips jerk up to meet his pace.
“Greedy little thing.” He teases as he increases his pace just slightly. “Wanted to take my time fucking this perfect little pussy- be gentle and sweet to you but you just always need it a bit rough and hard don’t you baby?” You just let out a cry of his name as he gives you a particularly harsh thrust and his thumb presses tight circles on your clit. “Always begging for more even when I’m stuffing you with my big cock that you love so much-god you feel so fucking good wrapped around me I swear it’s like heaven being buried inside your tight little cunt.” His words have you pulsing around him as his thrusts turn quicker and more determined as he grabs your legs and hikes it over his hip letting his cock reach even deeper with the new angle.
“Oh fuck Harry-don’t stop oh god please don’t stop.” You pant as he leans his head into the crook of your neck and nips at the sensitive skin below your ear.
“Not gonna stop baby just let go for me-let me see that pretty face you make when you’re coming all over my cock-need to feel you make a mess all over me.” He licks and sucks his way down your neck only lifting his head when he feels you clenching around his thick length and a string of incoherent words mixed with his name rumble out of your mouth as you reach your blissful release.
“Want you to come Harry-fill me up please Harry- please.” He groans as he pumps his cock in and out of your tight hole as you ride out the waves of pleasure from your intense orgasm.
“Fuck baby-always so polite when you’re begging for my come to be pumped deep inside your pussy.” Your nails dig into his shoulders as his thrusts turn harder and more precise, he feels his muscles in his stomach tighten and with a choked moan he’s spilling into you, coating your wet walls with his warm load. “Filling you up just the way you like-gonna have me dripping out of your tight little hole all night.” He pants as he slowly fucks himself through his release making you a withering mess in his hold as he moves his thumb from your clit so he can grab ahold of your hip helping you stay upright against the wall.
Your hands cup his face when he places a soft kiss to your lips, his hand sliding down your thigh as he gives you one last thrust before slowly pulling out. His mouth moves against yours as you deepen the kiss, sliding your tongue past his lips while his hand gives your hip a soft squeeze before sliding down between your legs. Harry kisses you through the shiver that runs through your body when his index and middle finger tease your soaked entrance before slowly slipping inside of you, he feels you tremble in his hold as his tongue slides against yours while he pumps his fingers into you slowly.
You lean your head back against the tile as Harry’s lips travel down your jaw to your neck, your chest rising and falling rapidly as his fingers work his come back into you with each slow pump. Your hands fall to his shoulders as you try to catch your breath.
“You okay sweetheart?” He asks as he slides his fingers out of you and lowers your leg so your foot is back on the floor of the shower. “Did so good you always do so good for me.” His sweet words have a lazy smile working its way onto your face as he moves his lips lower down your chest, he moves to his knees as his hands gently work your legs apart. “Just need a little taste baby.” He mumbles against the warm skin of your inner thigh before the flat of his tongue is licking up the front of your soaked center.
“Harry.” Your voice is strained as you grip his shoulders to help keep you balanced as his tongue slides through your wet folds making him moan against you as the taste of his arousal mixed with yours hits his tongue.
“Sorry baby-just needed a taste it’s okay I’ve got you.” He says softly as he rises back to his feet, his hands cup your face as he looks into your eyes. “You’re so beautiful.” He smiles when your cheeks get a deep flush to them. “And amazing.” He says before kissing your cheek. “And wonderful.” His lips move over to your other cheek. “And perfect.” He finishes with a kiss to your forehead making you let out a soft giggle as your arms wrap around his neck.
“Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me I’m just stating facts.” You smile and lean into his touch as he stares at you with a look that makes the whole moment feel extremely intimate. “You know there’s no rush on finding a job right? I’m happy to take care of you for as long as you want and those guys are absolute idiots for not hiring you.”
“I know.” You answer with a smile as his thumbs gently run up and down your cheek bones.
“Good.” He leans in and kisses the tip of your nose because he turns to look at the water falling from the shower head in the ceiling just a little ways away from them. “Now since we are already in the shower I hope this means you won’t be a pouty little mess while I clean you up.”
“As long as I don’t have to move from this spot I’m fine.”
“Of course Princess just stand right there and I’ll take care of the rest.” He shoots you a playful wink as he steps away from you so he can grab a washcloth. “As usual.” He adds with a smirk making you roll your eyes but your smile never leaves your face because it never gets old how Harry can go from being so filthy with you to being so sweet and silly, it’s something that shows how well he knows you and how he is always able to be exactly what you need him to be. As you watch him take his time as he gently runs the cloth over your skin his eyes glance up to meet yours and the look he gives you makes your heart race because it’s one you’ve never seen before, it makes you wonder if in this moment the two of you are beginning to cross that invisible line between bestfriends and something else, but then he blinks a few times and looks away making your heart sink low into your chest.

Harry officially can say he is avoiding you, it’s been a handful of days since you spent the night at his house after your job interview. He knows something shifted during his shower with you, it makes his insides all twisted up because he begins to think about how it’s the feelings you haven’t shared with him at least while sober and his own feelings for you that turned what he intended to just be a regular interaction with you into something more passionate and meaningful. But he’s worried, scared that maybe the shift he felt was just one sided and instead of risking talking about it and potentially losing you he does something so incredibly unlike himself, he starts to ignore you. He stops answering your texts or calls and he knows it’s wrong, he knows he is being the worst version of himself but he just can’t bring himself to talk to you because he knows everything he’s been feeling lately will come spewing out and he’s just not ready to talk about it, at least not yet.
He looks down at his phone to see the time as he stands off to the side of the bar at a crowded party he rsvp’d to months ago, having also checked the box for a plus one figuring that you’d accompany him but seeing as he hasn’t been the best friend let alone sugar daddy to you recently he didn’t bother reaching out to check if you still wanted to come. He lets out a sigh when he sees the party hasn’t even been going on for an hour, meaning he still needs to stay and make it look like he cared enough to at least the hour and a half mark. As he slides his phone into the pocket of his black dress pants he hears a very familiar voice that has his breath hitching and his heart thumping wildly against his ribcage.
“I told you they’d let you in.” He can tell you’re smiling just by the way your voice sounds and it has Harry lifting his head and craning his neck to try to find you and when he does he feels his heart drop because you’re not alone.
“Well of course they let me in it doesn’t change the fact I still wasn’t invited.” Zayn says with a huff as Harry watches your hand slip into his so you can lead him through the crowd. “What’s this party even for anyway? Bit posh for-”
“I think it’s to save some sort of animal or something to do with animals.” You explain as you stop at the bar, the same bar that Harry is currently standing next to. His eyes land on Zayn, hating how good he looks in his well fitted suit and hair styled perfectly with that one strand falling down over his forehead, he must be able to feel Harry’s presence as he looks over to his left and catches Harry’s hard glare.
“Uh babe Har-” Zayn looks away from Harry and taps your shoulder a few times as he tries to tell you who he sees but you cut him off.
“What do you want to drink? They have sparkling water or-”
“I don’t need anythin’ but for you to look over there and-”
“Look over where-oh.” Harry’s heart skips a beat when your eyes find his, your mouth falls open and your cheeks turn pink and for a moment he thinks it’s because you’re embarrassed but when you brush Zayn’s hand off your arm as you take a step in Harry’s direction he quickly realizes the flush to your cheeks and neck isn’t from embarrassment it’s from anger.
“I uh didn’t think-”
“That seems to be something you’ve doing a lot lately. The whole not thinking thing.” Your voice is harsh as you cut his sentence short and stand right in front of him with a dark look in your eyes he hasn’t seen in years. “Now you better find us somewhere to talk or I’ll let this whole party know what kind of asshole they invited.” He just nods as he turns on his heels and walks towards a hallway he saw a few doors on. You cross your arms over your chest as you stand at the end of it and watch him check each room until he finds one that seems suitable for the conversation the two of you are about to have.
“A closet? Really?”
“The other options were the kitchen or a bathroom and I figured the bathroom would cause more interruptions.”
“Whatever.” You snap as Harry holds the door open for you so you can enter the rather large hall closet that has a shelf with boardgames on it and a few random jackets hanging towards the back.
“Uhm you look lovely I like that dress a lot.” Harry’s voice gives away his nerves as he closes the door behind him, effectively closing the two of you in the space that suddenly seems too small to hold all the unspoken words that are hanging between the two of you.
“Thanks. You bought it.” Your words make Harry fight off the urge to smile, enjoying the fact that even though he’s been a shitty friend you’re still at least using his cards to buy yourself nice things. “Now I just need you to stand there while I get some things off my chest okay? Don’t interrupt or give me any silly looks with your annoying face just-”
“Do-do you want me to face the door then? Because I can’t change how my face looks.”
“Actually that would be great.” He raises an eyebrow at you as if you can’t seriously expect him to face the door but when you place a hand on your hip and narrow your eyes at him he realizes you’re serous.
“Uh okay.” He mumbles as he turns around so his back is facing you and his eyes are glued to the back of the door that has a random assortment of scarves and ties hanging from hooks that are attached to it. He hears you let out a deep breath and he can practically see your hands clasping together in front of you so you can mess with the ring on your index finger, something he knows you do when you’re extra anxious about something and it makes him feel another crack form in his heart knowing that he’s the one making you feel nervous and anxious.
“I know something changed between us the day I showed up at your house.” Your voice is only slightly shaky, something no one else besides him and maybe the man you came to this party with would be able to pick up on. “And I know you felt it because you haven’t talked to me sense and-and god Harry how could you just not talk to me for four whole days as if-as if I’m just some random person and not your bestfriend? How are we supposed to fix this if you don’t talk to me? Or-or is this your way of saying you don’t want to fix it and you rather just be done with me as a friend and as-”
“That’s not it at-”
“I’m not finished.” You cut him off harshly making him swallow thickly as he hears the emotion in your voice. “If you needed time then you could’ve told me you know you could’ve told me and I would’ve understood. But this? This I don’t get because this isn’t you. You don’t ignore the people you care about especially after-” He hears you sniffle and it takes everything in him not to turn around but he knows that’ll just upset you even more. “After you make them feel like the most important person on the planet. You don’t do that Harry. You don’t get to ignore me after making me feel like that it’s-it’s wrong and rude and- and just mean.” Your voice is thick with emotion as you sniffle and let out a frustrated sigh as Harry hears what he knows is the sound of your hands falling to your sides in what he can only assume is defeat as you pour out all your frustrations and feelings about how he’s treated you over the last four days.
“You-you can turn around now.” You tell him and for a moment he hesitates, afraid of what heartbroken version of you he’ll see once he turns and faces you.
“I’m sorry.” He lets the words slip out of his mouth as he turns around and is face to face with you, the girl he’s in love with but somehow managed to break before he even had the chance to tell you how he felt. Your eyes are watery and your bitting down on your bottom lip to try to hide the fact it’s trembling but he sees it, of course he sees it he’s your bestfriend and knows all the little things you do when you’re upset.
“Is that it? Or-”
“You’re right something did change that day but something also changed before that or at least for me it did.” He shoves his hands into his pockets as he looks down at his feet. “I realized when I heard you tell Cindy that I was just Harry your fiend that-that I don’t want to be just your friend or your-sugar daddy I want to be something more because I-I’m in love with you.” He hears you let out a small gasp but he doesn’t dare look up he just swallows the lump in his throat and keeps going. “And it just so happens that’s the same night you drunkenly told me you fell for me too and-and fuck I wish you wouldn’t have told me that because I knew you weren’t going to remember and I just had to carry this secret around and I felt so guilty every time you’d try-try to touch me because I knew how you felt and I didn’t want to take advantage of that or have you feel like I was taking advantage of that-but then you came over and didn’t get the job.” He lets out a sigh as he runs a hand through his hair while lifting his head up so he can finally look at you.
“And everything changed.” He takes a small step towards you, not wanting to make you feel overwhelmed. “It felt different like we were just two lovers making up for lost time and-and it scared me because I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you and yet I did the dumbest thing possible and just ignored you and I’m so sorry. I am so so sorry.” He feels his eyes burn with unshed tears and when you reach your hands out as you close the gap between the two of you he feels as if his heart begin to race.
“It felt different because it was different.” You tell him as you cup the sides of his face with your hands, he feels a few tears roll down his cheeks as you look up at him with rounded eyes. “That was the first time we were together as two people who know they love the other one in a way that’s not exactly friendly.” Your thumbs wipe away the tears from his face as he sniffles and tries to get control of his emotions.
“I do you know? Love you. I love you so much.” He watches a smile take over your face as you pull him down towards you so you can brush your lips against his, his arms wrap around your waist tightly as if he doesn’t want to risk you being able to get away from him.
“I love you too Harry.” You say once you pull away from him, he feels as if his heart is going to burst and the grin that takes over his face is going to be there permanently as you tell him the words he’s been longing to hear from you without the influence of a few dirty martinis.
“Do you forgive me? For being a dumb asshole?”
“Yes I forgive you.” You smile as he presses his lips to your cheeks as your arms loosely wrap around his neck. “What do we do now? How is this going to work with our current situation?”
“Oh that’s simple baby.” He pulls back so he can look you in your eyes. “You just let me keep taking care of you.” He answers making you let out a chuckle as he leans down to nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck.
“Yeah? Just let you take care of me forever huh? Never work again or anything just have you pay my way through life?” You tease but Harry just mumbles a quiet yes as he kisses at the soft skin of your neck. “Are you still my sugar-”
“I’m your boyfriend.” He answers cutting off the rest of the question he already knew was coming as he pulls away from your neck. “Who just so happens to be crazy rich and willing to pay for anything and everything you want or need to be happy.” You laugh and roll your eyes as he gives your hips a playful squeeze.
“You’re horrible.”
“Yeah but you love me for it.” You look up at him and give him a smile as you nod your head.
“Yeah. I do.” Harry smiles as he leans down and places a kiss to your lips that feels a lot like a first kiss, because this one is full of love leaving the both of you breathless when he pulls away.
“I love you.”
“I love you too Harry.” He places a kiss to your forehead making you smile. “Now come on I need a drink and we still have twenty minutes until we can leave.”
“Already counting down the minutes till you can get me home huh?”
“Yes.” Is all you say as you wiggle out of his hold and grab the doorknob. “Oh and you also bought me these shoes.” You tell him as you slide your foot out from under your full length gown.
“Is it wrong that I get turned on knowing you spent my money while mad at me?”
“You’re such a freak.” Harry just shrugs as you laugh and open the door of the closet allowing the two of you to go back to the party.
“Nineteen minutes.” He mumbles into your ear as he stands behind you at the bar. You laugh as you lean into him as his hands find your hips giving them soft squeezes and it feels so natural, being like this with him that you can’t help but silently thank whatever lucky stars took you to that sketchy website all those weeks ago. Because if you wouldn’t have filled out that little profile you wouldn’t be here, standing at the bar at a party with your bestfriend that also now just so happens to be your boyfriend.
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» please fuck me. — cbg.



» synopsis : going against your boyfriend while he was on a trip couldn't end so bad right?
» pairing : beomgyu × afab!reader
» wc : 1.7k
» warnings : dom!gyu, sub!reader, daddy kink, degradation, praise, name calling (whore, slut, angel, princess, sweet girl), oral (f.rec), use of toys (dildo), creampie, cum eating, slight breeding kink, multiple orgasms, ass slapping, manhandling. [ lmk if i should add anything else]
god, you're so horny. you've been holding back for quite sometime now, wanting to feed your craving with your boyfriend's dick. he's gone on a trip, about two weeks just to let out some stress. of course, being the good girlfriend you are, kissed him goodbye asking him to have a good time.
but now you really needed him. waking up all warm and sweaty, mind clouded with dirty thoughts of him. you would have relieved yourself of this sexual distress, if beomgyu would allow you to touch yourself when he wasn't around. it was frustrating having to ignore the dull ache between your legs.
you come out of your thoughts with a sigh, deciding to call him. atleast that'll satiate your mind. you press the green call button, bring the buzzing phone to your ear. you hear a faint “hello” alerting you. “hi beomie~” you say in a sing-song voice, making him giggle.
“finally woke up huh? did you eat?” he asks, “not yet, i miss you” you say with with a dull voice. can't he come home already? “hm, i miss you too angel, just two more days I promise”. two more days and you think you'll burst. “i need you~ 'm so wet” you say rubbing your thighs together, you needed some kind of friction.
“i'll take care of you as soon as i get back, so don't you dare touch yourself okay?” he says with a stern voice. you mentally rolled your eyes, can't he atleast guide you?. “okay okay, i love you” you say with a laugh, “i love you too” he replies back before you cut the call.
you give out another sigh, before deciding to take shower. the physical urge to finger yourself in the shower was quite high. beomgyu wouldn't notice if you did right? by the time you came to that conclusion you were done, hopping out with droplets of water dripping.
you decide that perhaps going out would help take your mind off beomgyu. you can handle two more days can't you?
1 day later »
god you couldn't help it, your fingers slipping in and out of your drenched cunt emitting such lewd and wet noises. you can't recall how many times you've cum already, a sticky mess of white made between your legs. it's okay you think to yourself, beomgyu's not even here anyway.
but what if he notices? what if he notices how not wet you are when he touches you? your mind can't hold on to that thought long enough as you cum for the nth time. but that still didn't satiate you. you're really horny aren't you? your fingers had helped but not to the full extent. at all.
your hand reached over to the cabinet by your bedside, swiftly opening it and pulling out a dildo, something only beomgyu would use on you. you didn't care right now, the urge to use it was full. you slip it inside you, moaning at the stretch, “god–mhmph!” you whine, pulling it in and out again and again.
just the thought of beomgyu finding out sent shivers down your spine. but he'll come tomorrow, he'll never know. right?
you jolt in your spot, the creaking sound of the door slipping open increasing your heartbeat in seconds. had he come home early? why? maybe to surprise you? but you didn't want that surprise. atleast not now. it is him. your eyes go wide, your voice stuck in your throat. “surprise!..” he yells before his voice dies down at the end.
his face morphs into amusement as he takes in the sight, scoffing out loud. “beom–.. i'm-” you try to speak, as you get up getting closer to him. “tsk, fucking whore. couldn't wait till i got home? and look at the mess you made” he says while looking at cum covered dildo. “and you used this too? you're really desperate aren't you” he says pointing at the dildo.
“beomie- i- i'm sorry i couldn't help it-” you stutter as you try to tell him. it was true though, he was gone for way too long. “all you wanted to do was cum huh? couldn't go a mere two weeks without covering your cunt in cum?” you scoffed inside your head.
beomgyu would act exactly how you did if you were gone for less than a week. but you really shouldn't say that right now. you weren't gonna lie, you get turned on when he gets like this, which was not good at your part, not when he's eyeing you like that.
his eyes wander over your figure, “on your fours”
»»»
he's got you full naked now, on the same cum covered sheets, no he didn't bother changing it or cleaning it up. he was behind you, on his knees as he spread your ass cheeks apart, pressing his tongue against your pussy.
you expected him to punish you, edge you or anything nearing that. why was he giving you what you wanted? you weren't complaining, if anything you should keep your mouth shut. any angrier he gets, you're in for it.
his tongue lapped at your cunt, licking up the leftover cum from your previous orgasm. “mmh- hnng!” you whimper as you push your ass into his face. he doesn't say anything, simply pushing his tongue deeper inside your cunt, sliding it in and out. he could feel you were close, tightening his grip on your thighs as he buried his face into your cunt.
“shit— 'm gonna cum! hng” you moan as cum all over, squirting on his face. but he doesn't stop, still eating you out, swallowing the remaining cum. “beomie- i-i just came” you try to say as you try to pull away. he grips your hips, keeping you in place, “didn't you want to cum so bad? i'll make you do it again and again, just watch” , you can't see his face but your know there's a shit eating grin on it.
“ah-! too much! can't take it, please” you beg as your thighs shake at the overstimulation. beomgyu seems to be mindless about it as he continues eating you out like a starved man. “gyu- please m' cumming! fucking hell” you scream as your orgasm takes over your you, head dropping into the sheets as your breathing gets heavy.
beomgyu pulls away from your cunt, staring with delight at the mess he made of you. but he's not stopping there, oh no. he picks you up gently, climbing onto the bed as he places you on his lap straddling him. “such a slut, maybe this is what you're made for? only good at moaning n' cumming” he degrades as he slaps your ass. you whimper at his action, face resting against his chest.
you feel him reach over for something, the dildo you had used without his permission earlier. he sticks it at your entrance, rubbing it against your folds. “please-! can't take it- ts' too much” you whine as he pushes it all the way in. you jolt up, thighs starting to shake again as he ruts it inside you. “you can take it, tsk, you're such a cumslut. cumsluts like you can fucking take it” he says into your ear, you feel like crying at way you clench around the toy.
“ah- please wan' your cock instead- can't-” you say pleading. he laughs at your request, slapping your ass, “weren't you just begging me to stop? you're like a bitch in heat always cock hungry” he says as you cum again, all over his thighs.
he lays you down, propping your legs over his shoulders as he removes his boxers, dick hard and red~ he rubs it against your cum, coating it in white. without warning he enters you, pounding into your aching pussy. “ah, ah-! hnng! fuck! right there! s-so big” you babble as he presses the bulge in your tummy, making you roll your eyes back.
“shit- angel, such a tight pussy, all mine” he groans as you clench around him.
his hand goes down to rub at your clit, only thrusting in faster. god if beomgyu was going to fuck you like this everytime you act out, you'll do it again and again. you feel his dick twitch inside of you, alerting that he was about to cum.
“daddy! fuck wan' you to cum inside please-mm!” you beg. daddy? now that was new. but seemingly enough to fill you up to the brim. “princess, gonna make you say that again” he groans as he flips you on your stomach, ass up in the air. he enters your throbbing pussy again, slamming his hips to yours the sounds of skin slapping against skin clouding your head. “sweet girl- fuck, your cunt's sucking my cock in so good” he grunts as pulls you back to kiss you.
you moan into the kiss as he enters his tongue inside our mouth, hand gripping your jaw as he deepens it. you pull back, a tight coil forming inside your stomach. “daddy! ah- harder! please! mmh!” you spurt out as he does exactly that. “yeah? shit— harder? wan' daddy to fuck you harder, fill you up?” he asks, slapping your ass for a response.
“yes! wan' you to fill me up again! fuck- right there gyu-” that does it for him, you creaming all over his cock while his filled you up, warm cum leaking down your legs.
“shit– did i go too hard princess?” he asks out of breath, you simply shake your head, whispering a ‘i loved it’. he pulls out, smiling at the mess made of the sheets. you turn around to kiss him, “i'm sorry i was horny” you mutter against his lips, he chuckles at you, “it's okay, don't do that again unless you don't wanna walk for a week” he whispers as you playfully hit him on the chest.
he picks you up in bridal style, walking towards the bathroom, you'll need to shower and definitely change the sheets. thinking of how often you'll need to change them now that beomgyu's home. you're just happy he's back now, you'll get to wake up next to him now.
a good day spent. in your opinion atleast.
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KATSUKI BAKUGO; - you take a cat home... or not? crack﹗ ✧ Word count: 1.9 k
﹗warnings: swearing :D
a/n: Okay, so this ended up longer than intended, just enjoy! I hope I get you to laugh a little ;) . Comment your thoughts and remember my asks and dm's are open!

You were in your home, chopping vegetables for your lunch. The day was sunny, and you were in a good mood. Your favourite music was playing in the background, while your rice was cooking. Suddenly, your phone rang, it was Izuku. You knew Katsuki was currently working on a case with him and Todoroki, so you instantly picked up to learn the news. Maybe they already captured the villain, and they could come over for lunch!
"Hello, Izuku! Is everything alright?" you asked cheerily.
"Oh, hi (Y/n)! Well, uhm-" he was interrupted by something that sounded like a hiss, "Ouch! Kacchan, stop it! Todoroki-kun, could you help?"
"Izuku?" you asked, starting to get concerned.
"Sorry, (Y/n)! It's just, well... Wekindofhaveasituationhere, beacusewe werefightingavillain, but, uh- shehadaveryunusualquirk, and, well uhm-"
Okay, when that man starts to mumble, something is definitely wrong. If something happened, he better talk now.
"Izuku Midoriya, you have three seconds to spill it, before I pull a Katsuki on you" you practically ordered, your bubbly mood from before, long gone.
"Kaachan was turned into a cat!"
"What?!"
"Yeah, but don't worry, he's fine. Please come to the Agency! I swear we'll tell you more about it once you're here!"
"Oh, okay, alright. But is he fine?"
"He- he is! Just, please hurry? He's already scratched me like ten times..."
"I'm on my way" you hanged up and turned off the stove. Grabbed your keys, your phone and instantly headed out.
You made it to the Agency in record time and got as swiftly as you could out of the car and into the building.
"Ms (Y/L/N)!", Sasaki, the receptionist called right after you entered, "they're waiting for you in Dynamight's office!"
"Thanks, Sasaki!" you nodded, and headed straight into the elevator. You pressed the button for Katsuki's office and waited.
While the elevator went up, the news finally dawned on you. Your boyfriend was turned into a cat! By a villain! God knows for how long!
The doors of the elevator finally opened, and you sprinted to your boyfriend's workspace. When you got there, you slammed the door open and were met by Izuku's and Todoroki's eyes.
"Where is he?" you said, without greeting them
"He is seated in his chair" Todoroki responded, nodding to the corresponding direction.
You walked slowly into the room, to take a look at your boyfriend. Then, you spotted a fluffy yellowish cat, with the grumpiest face, seated on an office chair.
And you barked a laugh.
Then, you turned around to meet, Izuku's and Todoroki's confused stares, which only made you laugh louder.
"Uhm, (Y/n), are you okay? Izuku asked, with a concerned tone
"Yeah, I'm fine! It's just-" you chuckled, wiping the tears that your laughter provoked, "I just can't believe Pro hero Dynamight got quirked into a cat! How the hell did it happen anyway?" you questioned between laughter, earning a hiss from the cat.
"Well, this villain is called ‘Animaniac’. At first, we thought it was just a villain who could talk with animals, and we thought she had let out the animals from the Zoo. But while fighting, we discovered she actually turns people into animals, and the ones that were roaming around the city, are people who got hit by the quirk." Todoroki explained.
"Yeah, and when we were fighting her, she was going to hit a little girl with her quirk, but Kaachan acted faster, and got hit with the quirk instead..." Izuku continued.
"Aw, Kats... You're so sweet for protecting the girl!" and then started chuckling, "You're such a nice Kat!" and roared a laughter once again; this time earning contained chuckles from the other two heroes.
"He is Cat-suki!" exclaimed a laughing Izuku, and in a swift movement, the cat jumped from where he was seated and started attacking Izuku with his claws.
You gasped and instantly went to help Izuku, while Todoroki just stood there watching the scene unroll. The chaos went on for a few moments until an accidental scratch made your skin sting.
"Ouch! Okay, that's enough" you grabbed Katsuki from the neck, how a mother cat would take her kitten, and embraced him.
Finally, Izuku shook off the fur that got stuck in his clothes, breathing from relief. You sighed.
“So, tell me… Did you take him to the police or the doctors yet?”
“We went to the hospital, where the police met us. They told us the quirk was not going to last, long, but they took Bakugo’s hero costume to follow up the investigation.” Todoroki explained and you nodded in understanding.
“Good. So, I’ll take Katsuki home, and I’ll see you guys around?”
“Yes, (Y/N)! Take care! And please keep us updated if anything happens!” Izuku said, waving goodbye.
“Sure! See you!”
“Bye, (Y/N). Take care.” Todoroki said with a smile as you closed the office door behind you.
You made your way into the elevator, once you were alone with Katsuki, you spoke.
“Sorry for teasing you, it’s just such a funny situation.” The cat looked up as you continued, “Do you want to get in my purse? Or do you want me to keep carrying you?” the cat blinked.
“I’ll just carry you, then. I don’t want you getting stomped on, or kidnapped, or anything”. Just then, the elevator opened, and you walked to the exit.
“Bye, Sasaki!” you addressed the receptionist as you quickly passed by her place. You didn’t wait for an answer, since you were sure Katsuki would like to avoid any type of attention towards his cat form.
Once you were out of the building and inside your car, you spoke to Katsuki again,
“Kats, stay in my lap. I’ll just put the sit belt for both of us”, Katsuki blinked at you and did as you said, while you clicked the belt, covering both of you.
You started driving home, and the stillness of Katsuki made you slightly concerned.
“I know you can’t speak right now, but I feel like you’re acting a little weird. Do you feel okay? If you’re getting motion sickness, meow two times” he stayed silent.
A few more minutes passed until you pulled over in your driveway. You took off your sit belt and carried Katsuki inside your home.
His silence was making you believe he was mad that you made fun of him in front of his friends, so you put him in the kitchen aisle and said,
“Hey, Kats. I’m really sorry for teasing you. I know you must be feeling so unlike yourself right now, and you must not be in the mood to be make fun of. I’ll make it up to you, ‘kay? I’ll cook lunch” you offered him a smile.
Then, you put your apron on and continued the cooking you had started before all the chaos. When you poured the ingredients in the pan, the smell of the food seemed to content Katsuki, so he got off the counter and started to rub his head around your feet.
“I’m almost finished, babe. Just know that I didn’t cook it with spice this time, we don’t know if you’ll be as resistant in this form”.
“What form?” the voice made you jolt, you looked to the cat to see if he could talk, but then you spotted him.
Katsuki was standing near the entrance.
“What? Babe get behind me” you picked up the cat and put it behind your figure, as you took the knife you used to chop the vegetables and pointed it to the human Katsuki.
“Babe? What’s wrong?” he eyed the cat “Why is there a cat?” the confusion in his eyes was evident.
“Do not get closer or I’ll call the police!” you threatened when he tried to get closer.
“What the fuck, (Y/N)? Why are you acting so weird? Did you get hit it he head? Let me check if you have a concussion-” he took a couple steps towards you before you interrupted,
“I do not have a concussion! I just, how are you there? I don’t understand!” your voice sounded more exasperated than you wished.
Katsuki recognized you were starting to panic at the situation, so he had to make you calm down before anything escalated.
“Okay, I’ll prove to you that it is me.” He hummed, as he thought about a memory only the two of you knew, “Remember when we had our first date and you were laughing very hard, and then I hugged you and-”
“Stop! Okay, I get it, it’s you!” you tossed the knife to the counter and sighed.
“Now that it’s settled… Care to explain why you’re acting like a maniac?”
“I still don’t get why there’s two of you, is the effect of the quirk gone?” Katsuki’s eyes grew even wider.
“What quirk? There is no other me, are you sure you didn’t hit your head, freak?” he then went and took your head in his hands, hunching slightly to analyse your face.
“The quirk that hit you! The one that turned you into a cat? Do you not remember? We can call Izuku and Todoroki…”
“What? Okay, explain everything to me.” You narrated everything that happened since you received the call, the story that the two heroes told you and how you ended up with a cat.
“Those bastards pranked you. I’m gonna fucking Howitzer them into their next lifetime; see if they reincarnate in a cat, tch" he said as he hugged you. He rested his head in yours.
“I can’t believe I got pranked on by Izuku and freaking Shoto! How could I fall for that?!”
“You’re a dumbass” he chuckled “Even the name they made up for the villain sounded fake as fuck, and I wasn't even working with them today!”
“They were really convincing, I swear! Even the cat attacked Izuku, I really thought it was you!”
“He attacked him? We should keep it!”
“By the way, where is he?” you broke the embrace to search for the cat and caught him eating the food directly from the pan. You sighed.
“What should he call him?” Katsuki asked.
“We’re keeping him for real?” you asked surprised.
“Yes, whatever. He seems to like your food, and if he doesn’t like Deku, then it’s a plus.” You smiled while rolling your eyes.
“Then we should call him ‘Lord explosion!” Katsuki scoffed.
“Shut up. At least I didn’t confuse that cat with you and then proceeded to act like a nut case once I saw you.”
“Stop! We are so gonna get back at them for this. But I think we need to take care of Lord explosion first…” the cat was digging in one of your plant pots, which he then used as a litter box…
“Oh shit! Literal shit!”

Bonus: Sometime later that day...
“Do you think they’ll adopt the cat?” Izuku asked Todoroki. They were patrolling together. “Yes. But I’m sure once (Y/N) discovers that we lied, she will personally come to scold us”. “But we did it for a good cause! How else would they have taken the cat?” “I’m just surprised she fell for it, and found it amusing even…” Todoroki said in a thoughtful voice. Then, Izuku’s phone rang. It was your number. “What do we do?” Izuku’s nervousness evident in his voice. “I’ll answer” Shoto took the phone from Izuku’s hand and tapped the screen to speak with you, “Yes?” “Count your seconds, because we're coming for you two, including Lord explosion” then you hung up. “They’re adopted him” Todoroki shrugged and gave the phone to Izuku. Then, they continued their patrol, watching out for any other civilian or pet in need.
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obedience | part 1
summary: you decide to act out after feeling neglected by joel for over a week. it doesn’t go quite according to plan, but his punishment does help you unlock a new kink or two.
warnings: 18+, smut, no outbreak au, daddy kink, d/s and ddlg relationship dynamics, brat tamer joel, degradation/humiliation (use of slut, whore, 1 use of bitch), orgasm denial/edging, boot riding, pet names (baby, babygirl, darlin’, sugar, sweetheart, honey, puppy), entering petplay territory??, finger sucking, one face slap but she likes it (and so do i), taking/sending nudes at work, subspace, hair pulling, joel cums on reader’s face, cum eating, two idiots who finally communicate and apologize to each other, gets soft at the end bc i’m a woman of many interests, reader can be carried by joel but no other physical descriptions, winter’s limited knowledge of what contractors do, pic of girl in the moodboard is for bra imagery only, reader looks just like you!! :)
word count: 4.1k
a/n: this is extremely self indulgent so please don’t look at me!!! lil shoutout to @pascalisbaby for inspiring me to write something just so i can use “puppy” bc their love’s gonna get you killed series has fucked me up extremely bad.
divider by @saradika
(read part 2 here)
It’s coming up on nearly a week and a half of Joel working long days and late nights at the latest suburban McMansion he’s been contracted out to. Each and every time he creeps into his side of the bed after you’ve already gone to sleep, never failing to wake you up in the process, he always has a different excuse. “My concrete guy was out sick today”, “the vendor gave us the wrong size rebar”, “the landscapers were in our way all damn day”, and other similar eye roll-inducing anecdotes that were followed up with sleepy apologies.
Tonight, you’re almost certain, will be just the same.
Slogging through yet another slow and uneventful day at your corporate nine-to-five, you’re practically counting down the seconds until you’ll be able to escape your drab little cubicle for the day. You aren’t exactly looking forward to going home, though, either. You know that all you have waiting for you will be another lonely night of heating up a frozen dinner, watching reality TV reruns until the ten o’clock news comes on, and then tucking yourself into a cold bed.
While you’re waiting around for a coworker to message you back about something painfully unimportant, you decide to get up to kill some time in the bathroom on your phone and stretch your legs a bit. You stand up from your rolling chair, grabbing your phone in the process, and head down the hall to the one single-person bathroom in the building that you know of.
You step inside and click the lock shut behind you, looking forward to having a rare few minutes to yourself without the threat of your manager lurking over your shoulder. You inspect your makeup in the mirror and address some flyaway hairs before leaning back against the sink and swiping your home screen into view. Your heart soars at the discovery of a text notification from Joel, but settles just as quickly when you read the words across your screen.
A couple of my dumbass guys fucked up some measurements again. Gonna be another late one. Sorry baby.
You let out an exasperated sigh and turn around to face your reflection again, bracing yourself on the edge of the sink and trying not to cry. How much fucking longer are you going to have to put up with this? You'd been getting through it alright so far, but his sterile text had ignited a raging fire deep in your stomach that made a scorching heat climb its way up the back of your neck.
You’re determined to get his attention tonight, one way or another. Even if it means pushing some of his buttons, riling him up, making him feel a few licks of that very same inferno. You’re feeling fucking bratty.
You undo the top few buttons of your blouse and shimmy it off your shoulders, exposing the blushing lace of the bra you had chosen when you were getting dressed this morning. Using one arm to hold your phone up to the mirror with the camera app open, you use the other one to prop yourself up against the sink and assist in pushing your tits together. As a final touch, you pull down one of the delicate cups along with its accompanying strap, exposing an already peaked nipple. Meeting your own eyes in the reflection and forming your glossy lips into a faux pout, you snap the picture and attach it to your text conversation with Joel. You type out a coy little message to go along with it and send it off.
that’s okay daddy. just sad i wore a rly cute bra today for nothing :(
While you anxiously wait for his response, you take a few more lewd photos to tease him with later, and make your way back to your desk after you button yourself up again and smooth out your skirt.
Sitting back down at your cubicle, you check your notifications to find a response from Joel, sent just a few seconds ago.
What’d I tell you about sendin me shit like that when I’m at work? Put your fuckin tits away babygirl. Not in the mood today.
Despite his harsh words, you know your plan is already working in your favor. You can’t help but giggle to yourself as you attach another one of the photos you had taken in the bathroom, this one of your matching lace panties pulled aside to expose your bare pussy to the front camera. You type out another flirtatious message and tap the button to send it.
idk what u mean daddy :( just miss u is all. she misses u too :((
You promptly turn off your phone and place it screen-down next to your mousepad, resigning yourself to a mere ten minutes of work before you can’t resist temptation anymore and pick it back up again to check for a reply.
Last warning babygirl. I got enough shit to deal with today, don’t need your slutty pictures distractin me. I’ll see ya tonight.
whatever. u don’t pay attention to me anymore anyway :/
You begin to regret your message as soon as you send it, worrying you might have taken things too far. But it was true; you’re upset, in a bratty mood, and feeling neglected. And, maybe you did want to work him up enough for him to take it all out on you, to fuck the attitude out of you the way you know he likes to do every so often.
A few seconds after you power off your screen to do a few more minutes of work, it illuminates again.
Oh I don't? When I get home tonight you better be kneelin in front of the door waitin for me undressed like a good girl. Not like the fuckin brat you’re actin like. And we’ll see about payin you some attention. Now pull your fuckin panties up and get back to work.
Your heart jumps into your throat as you read his text, now feeling exhilarated that your plan is officially in motion. After you’ve read his words through a couple of times, squeezing your thighs together and stifling a whimper as you did so, your trembling fingers type out a simple reply:
yes daddy <3
The remainder of your work day seems to pass by in slow motion, every minute feeling more like five. You can hardly bring yourself to focus on any of your mundane tasks, your mind constantly drifting to what you might be in for tonight. Will he spank you and leave red handprints on your ass for days? Will he fuck your face while you sputter and gasp around him? Will he work you over with his tongue until all you know how to say is “I’m sorry, Daddy”? As you shake yourself from your trance and try to focus your eyes again, you wonder why you hadn’t thought to act up like this earlier in the week. You keep your eye on the little digital clock in the corner of your monitor for the last five consecutive minutes of your work day, and as soon as 4:59 flashes to 5:00, you practically sprint out to your car in your hurry to get home.
–
You’re cuddled up on the couch underneath your favorite fleece blanket, already stripped down to your peony-colored underwear set like Joel had requested. The past couple of hours have been spent cycling between all of your streaming services and social media apps, trying desperately to find something to occupy yourself with until he gets home. You’re half-tempted to get up and walk some laps around the house, but around 10:30, you finally see the scanning headlights of Joel’s pickup as it turns into the driveway.
You immediately spring up from your little nest on the couch and prance over to the front door, kneeling a few feet in front of it just like he ordered.
In your excited anticipation to see him, you tune your ears to pick up every little sound you hear as he makes his way to you: the slam of the truck’s driver’s side door, the dull thud of his work boots heading up the walkway, the prolonged jingling of his keys as he fumbles with them to unlock the door. You’re sure he’s fidgeting with them for a few seconds longer than usual, just to tease you and keep you waiting. A shiver runs up your spine and you can feel your heart pounding against the walls of your chest as he finally turns the lock.
He calmly steps inside and closes the door behind him, dropping his dusty work bag onto the floor and stripping himself of his canvas tool belt. He stalks over to where you’re knelt on the hardwood, wrapped in your dainty lace for him like a little doll. There’s something arousing about the contrast between your barely-there feminine attire and his dark, practical clothing.
“Well, whaddya know, she can be good after all… Waitin’ for me all nice and pretty just like I asked. All it takes is an order from your Daddy to get you actin’ right again, ain’t that right, babygirl? Obedient lil’ thing…” He takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger as he speaks, keeping your eyes trained on his. You nod up at him, doe-eyed and dazed, already feeling yourself beginning to slip into that familiar saccharine headspace.
Every time you had previously tried your hand at bratting, it never lasted very long, and tonight was already proving to be no different. He was right, after all, it doesn’t take more than a command, a look, a gentle grasp of your chin, to remind you of your desire to be good for him.
“What, Daddy doesn’t get a proper greetin’ after a long day o’ work? You already that far gone f’ me, can’t use your words proper like a big girl?”
“H-hi, Daddy… Missed you today,” you half-whisper, your voice sounding a little higher and further away than it did earlier in the day.
“Yeah, I know y’ did… I’ll bet your lil’ panties are ‘bout soaked through already, bet you left a wet spot on your fuckin’ desk chair just from daydreamin’ about what I was gonna do to you tonight, hm?”
Another silent nod accompanied by a pitiful little whimper. The blazing fire in your gut from this afternoon is quickly being replaced by something much more easily tamed, something more akin to a flickering candle flame than a wildfire. You struggle to keep your eyelids open as they begin to feel heavier with submission.
A stern look and a ticked jaw is enough for you to correct your wordless response.
“Y-yes, Daddy…”
“And what is it that you think I’m gonna do with you tonight, babygirl? Speak up, now…”
You rack your brain for a moment, suddenly unable to remember any of the depraved fantasies you had been conjuring up all day instead of replying to emails. You eventually land on a relatively straightforward answer.
“I th-think you’re gonna… gonna fuck the attitude outta me, t-teach me a lesson… right, Daddy?”
He lets out a dark chuckle, releasing your chin from his hold to give your cheek a couple of condescending pats instead.
“Aww, dumb lil’ thing… you thought Daddy was gonna touch you at all tonight, make that pathetic lil’ pussy cum after the stunts you were pullin’ today? Nah, I don’t think so… Open that slutty fuckin’ mouth.”
You’re reeling, taken aback by his harsh words, words that were certainly not in any of the countless scenarios you had been imagining at work. There’s a long beat of silence as you struggle to process his command.
You hear the smack across your face before you feel the heated sting of it, and it prompts a debauched mewl to spill from your parted lips.
“I said open your fuckin’ mouth…”
Your jaw falls slack in an instant, your pulsing cunt releasing an ashamed wave of wetness at the degrading slap. Joel shoves his thumb inside your waiting mouth, and you wrap your lips around it obediently as you swirl your tongue along its calloused landscape. It tastes salty, a little dirty, and you like it.
“Good girl, suck on Daddy’s thumb, tha’s it… dumb whore’ll suck on anything Daddy puts in her mouth, won’t she? Desperate lil’ thing… Bet you wish it was this fat cock instead, don’t you baby?”
You whine and nod around him, your hole squeezing around nothing as you look up at him with pleading eyes.
“Well… that’s just too fuckin’ bad, ain’t it? Tonight’s not about what you want, you can gimme that sad puppy look all you like, sugar, not gonna change anythin’...”
He pulls his thumb out of your mouth, and your slick lips try to chase after it until he wipes it clean on the side of your face. His hands make quick work of opening his stained work jeans and freeing his stiff cock from his briefs, taking it into one hand and beginning to pump it with languid strokes. He grabs a fistful of hair at the base of your skull with his free hand and taps the leaking head of his length against your cheek, adding to the dampness there from your own saliva.
“This what you want?” Tap tap tap. “You want Daddy’s cock? Hm? This what you been thinkin’ about all day, dirty girl?” He rocks his hips back and forth as he speaks, smearing his arousal along your skin.
You can’t help but squirm as a humiliated heat begins to pool in your tummy.
“Yes, Daddy, please let me have it, wan’ it so bad…” you beg.
He releases your hair and pulls his cock away from your face, making a show of massaging it and taunting you with what he won’t let you have.
“Nah, you ain’t gettin’ any of Daddy’s cock tonight, baby… In fact, I’m gonna stand right here and take care of m’self, and you’re gonna find somethin’ to rub that soakin’ cunt on while I watch…”
As the last of his words leave his lips, he steps one foot forward and nudges it between your thighs, looking at you expectantly. You lower your head to face his steel-toed work boot, covered in dust and dirt from his day at the construction site. Your mind still too deep in the clouds to understand what he’s asking of you, you lift your eyes back up to him for guidance. He juts his chin out in a silent “go on, then”, and you return your confused gaze back to his boot, the toe of which is positioned just in front of your aching heat. Your breath hitches and your eyes go wide as you finally realize: he wants to pleasure himself to the sight of you getting yourself off on his boot.
All at once, it falls into place how he wants the night to unfold. He wants to deny you. Deny you of his touch, his cock, even the privilege of making him feel good yourself… all because you acted out, disobeyed him, tested his limits.
“We understand each other, darlin’?”
“Y-yes, Daddy…” You meet his eyes as you speak, voice coming out a little unsteady. Any confidence you had while you were teasing him this afternoon is long gone, fully submitting to him now and completely at his mercy. He didn’t need to fuck you in order to put you in your place, he knew plenty of other much more degrading ways to rid you of your bratty attitude, to remind you of who you belong to.
You position your cunt over the filthy toe of his boot, the gusset of your lacy panties now completely saturated with your wetness. Your hands planted on either side of his leg, you try an experimental grind onto the leather-covered steel. A bolt of electricity shoots from your swollen clit to your fevered cheeks, burning with the eroticism of being made to humiliate yourself like this. He allows you to wrap your arms around his calf, using his sturdy form as leverage to rub yourself harder and faster against the solid material.
“Look at you, humpin’ my boot like a fuckin’ dog… that’s just what y’ are, ain’t it? Daddy’s lil’ puppy…” he teases, spurring you on with his words and the indecent sounds of his wet fist working along his thick cock.
You let out an involuntary yelp at the new pet name, which he’s quick to catch with a huff through his nose.
“Oh, she likes that, don’t she? Y’ like that, sweetheart, bein’ Daddy’s good girl, his obedient lil’ puppy? Yeah, I know y’ do… I got you trained good, don’t I? Do just about anything I want, won’t you? Got you rubbin’ that slutty pussy on my fuckin’ boot, for Christ’s sake, barely even had to ask… fuckin’ pathetic.”
The degradation makes your stomach swirl with a cocktail of embarrassment and pleasure. Your cunt flutters as you continue your frantic movements, releasing broken whimpers that sound something like uh huh and yes, Daddy. You’re sure that your slick has to be dripping down his boot by now, soaking straight through the leather and pooling onto the hardwood. You wonder if he might punish you for that, too, for making a mess of him and your freshly mopped floors. Just the thought of it has your hips picking up the pace, desperate to reach your high.
Your eyes are shut tightly as you pursue your orgasm, but you can still hear the shallow pumps of Joel’s fist and his stuttering breaths that indicate he’s close to his own release.
“Yeah, grind that sloppy fuckin’ puppy cunt on Daddy’s boot, there ya go… lookin’ like a goddamn bitch in heat… desperate whore… c’mon, puppy, make a fuckin’ mess for me…”
“I’m gonna cum, Daddy, gonna–”
Just as you feel yourself about to crest the wave of your climax, he pulls his foot out from under you and yanks your head back by another fistful of hair.
“Open up, puppy,” he groans as he splashes his hot release all over your face, aiming most of it around your mouth as you cry out from the denial of your own pleasure.
“Look at you, filthy girl… So pretty for Daddy, all covered in me,” he coos as the last few milky drops land on your cheek. Before any of it can start to drip, he scoops it up with his thumb and feeds it to you a bit at a time, and you continue to suck his finger into your eager mouth once again.
When your face is fully cleaned of his spend, he pulls his thumb from between your lips for a final time with a pop, and you stick out your tongue to show him you’ve swallowed everything he’s given you.
“Good girl,” he praises, petting the side of your hair in soothing strokes. “What do you say to Daddy, hm?”
“Th-thank you…” you choke out, still trying to steady your voice.
“And what else?” he asks.
You take a deep breath. “And… I’m sorry, Daddy,” you relent.
“For what, sweet girl?”
This was always your least favorite part, the part you struggled with the most: admitting that you were wrong.
“For being a brat today, for not listening and disrespecting you…” Your posture deflates, wondering if you should continue your confession. You remember one of the ground rules that was laid out when you first entered this dynamic with him, the one about how important communication is, and decide to keep going. “I jus’ feel like you’ve hardly paid any attention to me the past few days…” You start to sniffle as you speak, the overwhelm of it all finally catching up with you.
“Oh…” he breathes sympathetically. “Here, can you stand up, babygirl? C’mon, come sit on Daddy’s lap for a minute.”
He offers you his hands, and you use them to push yourself up onto shaky legs, feeling like a newborn foal. You wrap your arms around his neck and he scoops you up, carrying you bridal-style back to your cozy spot on the couch. He situates you in his lap, wrapping you up in your blanket again, and you bury your face in the warm expanse of skin between his shoulder and neck. You inhale through your nose, smiling to yourself and sighing contentedly when your senses are flooded with his natural comforting smell.
“I know I’ve been workin’ some real late nights recently… I’m sorry about that, honey,” he apologizes, rubbing comforting circles around your upper back.
“‘S okay, Daddy, ‘s not your fault,” you say into his skin.
“But I shoulda made more of an effort to give you some lovin’ anyway, I shouldn’t have had to wait for you to brat on me… Look at me, baby.” You lift your head and meet his sincere gaze, his eyes flicking back and forth between yours. “I’m sorry, darlin’.”
“I’m sorry too, Daddy.”
“I know y’ are, sweet girl, I know…”
You exchange warm smiles, and he curls his pointer finger under your chin to pull your face toward his, placing a delicate kiss to your lips. He settles both of his large hands on either side of your face before breaking the kiss to press your foreheads together. You close your eyes and try to match his breathing, enjoying this moment with him.
After a minute or so, you break the silence. “So… puppy, huh? That’s a new one,” you giggle.
He laughs and releases your face from his hold, meeting your eyes again. “Jus’ wanted to try somethin’ new, I guess…” He snakes a hand under the blanket, thumbing over the damp crotch of your panties. “And judgin’ by this lil’ mess down here, I take it you liked it. Hm, pretty girl?”
Still sensitive from your earlier denial, you let out a high pitched little whine and an involuntary buck of your hips into his hand.
“See? Even sound like a lil’ puppy… Daddy’s good girl. You want Daddy to train you, babygirl, you wanna be his pretty lil’ pet?”
“Uh huh, yes, Daddy, please…” Your face is buried in his chest as you rut into his hand, squeezing it between your thighs, back to the same place you were just before he pulled his boot out from underneath you.
“Daddy was so mean earlier, wasn’t he? Not lettin’ you cum, punishin’ you for actin’ up… But I think you’ve learned your lesson now, huh puppy? C’mon, sweet girl, let go, soak Daddy’s hand…”
And you do. With his permission, you cry out, muscles spasming and cunt twitching as you finally ride out the climax you’ve been chasing all night. You’re panting by the time you start to come down after what feels like several minutes, exhaustion hitting you hard all at once. When some of your awareness has come back to you, you realize that Joel is gently rocking you back and forth on his lap, petting the back of your head and gently shushing in your ear.
“Shh, shh, you’re alright, babygirl, I gotcha, Daddy’s gotcha… So good for me, baby, my precious girl…”
When your breathing evens out once more, you muster the strength to lift your head from its place against his heart, and he chuckles at the sleepy and sated look on your face as you blink slowly at him.
“My lil’ puppy’s all tuckered out, huh? Let’s get you up to bed, darlin’, Daddy’ll tuck you in.”
He stands up with a groan, cradling you in his muscled arms, and carries you into the bedroom. You’re already drifting off to sleep when he sits you on the bed, carefully stripping you of your ruined underwear and helping you into a clean, sensible pair of cotton undies. He retrieves one of his oversized “Miller Contracting” shirts from his drawer and slips it over your head, helping your weak arms through the sleeves. Brushing your hair away from your face, he places a scruffy kiss to your hairline and helps you lay down onto the cool sheets. He pulls the covers up all the way over your shoulders, the way he knows you like, and smiles to himself when you burrow yourself into the sheets.
He takes a quick shower to rid himself of the grime and grit he collected on his skin during the day, and slips into bed beside you. Another private smile and a small shake of his head when you instinctually turn to face him and snuggle into his warm body, wrapping your arms around the breadth of his upper arm and inhaling the masculine cologne of his body wash.
He reaches across his chest to gently scratch at the top of your head, prompting a dreamy little noise from you. “Just like I said,” he whispers to himself, “a lil’ puppy.”
He wouldn’t have you any other way.
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Neighbour’s Shower | D. Ricciardo
Summary: You are Daniel Ricciardo's neighbour, and one hot summer day where you desperately need to take a shower, it doesn't work.
Warnings: 18+, penetrative (p in v), unprotected sex, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), slight breast play
word count: 3.8k
Note: did I post this on wattpad and ao3? Yes. Am I going to post it here too? Also yes.
It had been a few months since you moved to Monaco due to your dream job. You had adjusted to the Monaco lifestyle pretty quickly, and you had never been happier. Due to your new job which paid a lot more than your previous job, you were financially stable. You lived in a one bedroom apartment which is a lot bigger than it seems, but the bigger perk was your neighbour.
You actually met your neighbour when you were on your way to work, but forgot your car keys so you had to go back up the elevator. When you entered the elevator, there was a voice coming from outside asking you to hold it open and seemed to be in a hurry. You, being the polite person, held the door open but you didn't know how much your life would change after that. When the man went to press the button to his floor, he realized that you had already pressed it and quickly figured out that you were floor buddies. That instantly sparked a conversation between you two.
"I'm Daniel" he introduced himself, his accent made it clear that he wasn't monégasque. You introduced yourself too, and he repeated your name to remember yet his accent made it sound better.
Your conversation was cut short when you reached your floor but when you both got out of the elevator and started walking the same way, you realized you lived closer than you thought. "I swear I'm not following you" he joked which made you chuckle. "What makes you think that I'm not following you?" You remarked to which he let out a loud laugh. That instantly made you smile and forget that you were running late to work. It also happened to make him forget that he was rushing as well.
Surprisingly, you lived right across from each other, your two apartments were the only ones in that corner of the hall. The others were quite further. "Let me guess, you chose this apartment because of the balcony?" Daniel asked and you nodded. "Yeah, if I'm living in Monaco, I might as well make the most out of the view"
"Touché"
"I'll see you around Daniel" you spoke before entering your apartment, and you heard a "see ya" from the man.
From that day on, you two met every morning. You had early morning shifts since you preferred to be at home in the evening. One day, when the conversation of jobs came up, you found out that he was a Formula 1 driver. You didn't really follow the sport, but your father did which is how you knew about it but clearly not enough since you couldn't recognize a driver in front of you. Then you understood why he also woke up quite early, to train. You looked forward to the days you would see him and walk to the elevator with him. The conversations with Daniel really made your day. Turns out that you weren't the only one.
On the day you weren't feeling too well, you didn't go to work, but a few minutes after the time you would normally leave, you heard a knock on your door. You opened the door to see Daniel Ricciardo with a worried look on his face, a look you didn't see often. "Are you okay?" He sounded concerned. You didn't open the door fully since you didn't want to pass on the flu. "Just a bit sick. Why?"
"I thought you were a bit late so I thought I'd wait but I realized you're never late and now I'm here" he explained, noticing how weird that sounded since you didn't even have each other's phone numbers yet.
You didn't want to make the moment awkward so you joked "awh, you're worried about me? Missed me too much?" You had to turn away to sneeze but when you looked back at him he nodded. "Yeah, I actually like talking to you in the morning, it kinda makes my day" he admitted. You didn't know how to respond to that.
You noted the time "you're gonna be late for your training, don't make your trainer wait too long or he might make you do extra cardio"
"But you're sick" he stated like that was supposed to change anything. "I took the day off. I'll be fine"
You were still standing with only your head peeking out the door and he noticed that yet didn't say anything. "do me a favour?" He asked, and you raised your eyebrow, asking him to continue.
"Leave your door unlocked but go back to what you were doing. I'll be back in a bit" he didn't wait for your reply and headed back to his own apartment. You stood there for a few moments, trying to understand what he wanted you to do but then you did what he asked. You left the apartment door unlocked and went to your bedroom, making yourself comfortable under the covers. You two knew each other for a few weeks and based on Daniel's aura, you knew you could trust him.
You waited for a bit. Listening to the silence, waiting for the door to open. You heard it open and close after twenty minutes, then you heard footsteps and his voice. "I really hope you're not sleeping"
Your apartment had the same layout as his so he could easily figure out where which room was. He knocked on your bedroom door and once he heard you say "come in", he opened it. There he was, holding a tray in his hands. His smile was back and you definitely preferred that smile than the expression you were first met with when you opened the door.
"What's that?" You asked about the tray in his hands since you couldn't see what was on it. "Just some things to help you feel better" He had brought some homemade soup, cough drops, painkillers, and juice.
That day he stayed with you for a few hours, ensuring that you were feeling better. You usually don't like any company when you're sick, watching some shows and rest do the job but spending time with him was definitely something you didn't know you needed that day.
Now, a few weeks later, it was summertime and it was excessively hot. This week wasn't a good week unfortunately. Your car had broken down so you were forced to either take a cab or walk to work. Though you knew if you asked Daniel to drop you, he would've in an instant but he wasn't in Monaco since he had to leave for a race. You were convinced that your week was going bad because he wasn't there to cheer you up. You didn't see his smile when you first leave your apartment nor could you spend time hanging out at each other's place for a movie night.
After that day he took care of you, you exchanged numbers and became better friends. Although you texted each other a lot, it didn't feel the same. Before he left Monaco, he had given you an extra key to his apartment because he told you that some people were meant to come over for furniture deliveries. You texted him once it was over and sent him a few photos of you "living" in his apartment. You pretended to cook in his kitchen and sleep in his bedroom in those pictures but he didn't mind. He actually responded with "How come you don't do that when I'm over?"
Daniel didn't tell you when he'd be back. You had quite a long day at work and you couldn't even find a cab to go home, so you decided to walk since it was only ten minutes. Those ten minutes felt so much longer than it was. By the time you made it to the elevator, you were completely soaked with sweat. You went straight to your home and took off your clothes, making a beeline for your shower.
You turned it on to a cooler setting and held your arm under the water to feel the temperature but it was still so warm. You turned it all the way cold, but the temperature didn't change. It was way too hot for you to take a warmer shower, especially since you wanted to cool down. Unfortunately, you had already took off your clothes. You didn't want to wear those sweaty clothes again but you didn't want to ruin a clean pair of clothes either. You wrapped a towel around you and you texted your neighbour, wanting to ask him if you could use his shower but you saw an unread text message from him. He sent a message mentioning that he reached.
You groaned, it would make it so much more awkward now that he was home. You wanted to ask him if you could use his shower especially since he wasn't home. But now that he was, he would see you in a towel. A part of you didn't want to go but the other part was eager to knock on his door. These past few days, or if we're being honest, since the moment you met him, you were attracted to him. There was no doubt that he's handsome but the unholy thoughts you had about him made you feel guilty of being his friend.
There might've been times where you pleased yourself with him in mind, thinking about what he would do to you. You imagined that Daniel was really good with his tongue because of the amount of times you saw it dart out to lick his lips. You knew he'd be good with his fingers because they were quite long, knowing that he'd hit the right spots. You wondered if he was vocal, perhaps dominant and challenging you to stay quiet which he thrusted into you.
You snapped out of your daze, realizing that you were still hot but now in a different way. You were still sitting in your towel, but the desperation of washing off the sweat was overriding your rational thoughts. That's why you were standing outside Daniel's apartment door, knocking. It took him a while to open the door and you realized why. His hair was drenched and had only a towel wrapped around his waist. He called your name "what's wrong?" He asked as he pulled you in his home by your hand, not wanting anyone else to see you due to your attire.
"My shower's cold setting isn't working and it's too hot to take a warm shower" you stated, keeping your composure as you only looked at him in the eye. He urged you to continue "so I figured I'd ask you if I could use your shower?" You're self control was tested as you watched his eyes break eye contact with you and gaze down your body.
"It's quite hot today isn't it?" He asked, his gazed focused on the part of your cleavage that wasn't covered by your towel. "Yeah it is. So can I?" You asked again and he looked up at your face.
"Normally, I wouldn't mind" Daniel started as he stepped a bit closer to you, making you lean against the door. "But?" You asked.
"But, as you can see-" he paused and gestured to himself which made you finally look at him properly. His skin was glistening, some soap suds still on his shoulders. You realized your mistake. "-I wasn't done taking a shower" he completed.
You opened your mouth to speak but he interrupted you. "I wouldn't mind if you joined me" he suggested. You saw his eyes darken and that damn tongue you dreamed about darted out to lick his lips. Your eyes widened in surprise since you never thought he'd suggest something you only thought about. Your reaction made Daniel think he made a mistake by crossing the boundaries. He was stepping away and about to apologize but you reached out and pulled him in by his neck. As soon as your lips touched, he instantly held your waist, pulling the rest of your body against his.
Your towels were the only cloth blocking you from skin to skin contact but you roamed your hands down his bare chest and back. You nails made lines down his back and he moaned into your mouth, telling you that he liked it. Once you were out of breath and pulled away, he started kissing down your neck, his lips dangerously close to your breasts.
His hands roamed on your legs, inching up the back of your thighs. Daniel's hands went under your towel and gripped your ass making you let out a groan. He brought his face closer to yours but kept his eyes on your towel "let's get rid of this" he easily unwrapped the towel from around you, letting it drop to the floor. He took a look at your bare body, closed his eyes and groaned while biting his bottom lip. "Oh, you're so perfect" he complimented you.
You didn't want to be the only one completely naked so you toyed with the hem of his towel at his waist to hint at what you want. You decided to tease him a bit and not take it off yet, despite how much you wanted to. Your hand wandered down, tracing his abs and v line. Then, you delicately placed your hand around his cock through the towel, feeling how hard it was. You slowly moved your hand up and down, the friction from the towel making him groan. You loved how vocal he was despite how little you were touching him.
While your hand was on his cock, his hands were cupping your breasts. To tease you back, he circled around your nipple, watching it harden but not touching it. Then his thumb and first finger pinched your nipple, slightly tugging it to see your reaction. You felt euphoric, no one had actually paid attention to your breasts before as much as he did, and god you loved it.
You two still had to shower but before you could say anything, Daniel had seemed to read you mind because he picked you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling his dick rub against the one place you really want it. You were so lost in the pleasure that you didn't realize you were already in the bathroom, nor did you realize you were moving your hips to create more friction.
"So impatient huh?" He teased. Daniel placed you on the countertop beside the sink and leaned in to kiss you again. You watched him turn on the shower and then faced you before taking off his towel. You looked at him, your gaze going lower and lower until you saw what you wanted to see. His cock was hard, precum leaking out but what also caught your eye were his tattoos on his thigh. You saw parts of it before when he wore shorts belonging to his merch but you never saw where it started. It was higher up on his thigh and you almost drooled at the sight.
He walked in the shower which was big enough for two people and looked at you before gesturing you to join him. You instantly got off the countertop and made your way towards him, kissing him passionately underneath the shower head. His kisses were so addicting, and you would happily get drunk on them. Roaming your hand further down, you reached his cock but this time there wasn't a towel to stop you from properly feeling him. You ran your hand up and down his length, sliding your thumb across the tip.
You pecked his lips once more before going down on your knees. You looked up at him and he adored the sight of you on your knees. Placing your hands on the back of his thighs, you placed a kiss on the top of his tattoo, tracing the rest of it with your tongue. It was quite close to his dick but not close enough, he wanted your mouth on him.
"Baby please" he whispered, feeling vulnerable and you were enjoying every moment of it. You placed a kiss on his tip, sucking slightly then releasing it and blowing on it. "Keep teasing me and you'll pay for it" he warned. As much as you wanted to test his limits, you were so, so desperate to taste him. You licked his cock from the base up and swirled your tongue around his tip then finally taking him in your mouth. You tried to take as much as you could without choking and massaged the rest with your hand.
You felt his hand grip your hair slightly tugging on it which made you release a moan around his cock. "Fucking hell, you look so pretty on your knees for me" he commented. While sucking on his cock, you looked up at him and immediately made eye contact with him.
You went on for a few more moments but felt Daniel tugging on your hair and pulled you up by holding the back of your neck. He wasn't agressive, in fact it was just the right amount of force to make you need him more. He wiped the drool off your face with his thumb "your mouth is fucking perfect but I need to taste you"
You saw the man go down on his knees and it was such a hot sight to see. He took your right leg and placed it on his shoulder. It brought your core extremely close to his mouth and he immediately flattened his tongue to lick your folds. Collecting the wetness, he moaned at your taste making you cry out due to the pleasure from both his tongue and the vibrations. You tugged on his wet curls on his head, pushing him even closer to you. He used the tip of his tongue to tease your clit, then went down to slip inside you. He followed that movement a few more times before teasing his fingers around your entrance. "Daniel please"
He moved his mouth away from you, you were almost whining at the loss "please what?" He asked as he slid a finger in then back out. "Use your words darling"
"I need you. Your tongue, your cock. Just fuck me please" You managed to speak up and he was pleased with the answer because he attached his mouth to your core again but going brutally fast. He slid in two fingers with ease, and quickly added another. He wanted to make you cum around his fingers and mouth. And that's exactly what you did. You didn't even have time to give him a warning but your moans that were getting louder was his sign that you were close. You closed your eyes and placed a hand on the shower wall and another on his shoulder to brace yourself.
He stood up, still holding on to you and kissed you deeply, making you taste yourself. "Mhm taste that? That's all you baby. You taste amazing and if it were up to me, I'd make you cum on my tongue until you can't anymore" he whispered dirty words in your ear and you really wanted him to do what he says. But right now, you wanted his cock more than anything.
You rolled your eyes in pleasure at that thought "I need you, so bad" you muttered against his lips and he was more than glad to fulfill your needs.
He picked you up and you instantly wrapped your legs around his waist. Holding you up against the wall, he pushed his cock inside you and you would've been embarrassed at how easily it slid in but you were overcome with pleasure. Daniel watched as your pussy was soaking and every time he thrusted, the wet sounds were heard over the sound of the shower. You arched your back closer to him and he took your nipple in his mouth. Slightly grazing his teeth across your sensitive peaks, it made your head fall against the wall in pleasure.
Already orgasmed once, you quickly reached that point again and since you teased him, he told you that he wasn't going to last long either. He sucked the skin on your breasts, making purple marks that would last a while, reminding you of this exact moment. When he pulled away, you kissed alongside his neck but was afraid to make any marks until he spoke. "Don't be shy. I know you want to" that urged you to paint his tanned skin with purple marks.
Daniel trailed a hand down, putting pleasurable pressure on your clit which was the breaking point for you. You orgasmed on his cock, and feeling your pussy pulsing, he reached his peak as well.
He still held you up, looking at you with a smile on his face and you were sure that your smile was just as big. "That was-" "fucking amazing" you cut him off and he nodded, agreeing with you.
He slid out of you, placing you on the ground and you realized that your knees were weak. He poured the shampoo in his hands and started massaging your head. Following his ministrations, you took some shampoo in your hands and softly scrubbed through his curls. Washing it away, you repeated the process with conditioner then shower gel. You were using his products, which made you smell like him.
He took the shower gel in his hands, and emulsified it before placing his hands on your body. Starting off with your shoulders, then your back. Your back was against him as he brought his hands over your breasts, paying special attention to them once again. Then he did your legs but made sure to rinse his hands before getting to the apex of your thighs. You were incredibly sensitive there so you shivered at his touch. "You still want more?" You asked him, facing the man.
"Now that I got a taste of you, I need more" he replied. "You did make me a promise" you mentioned, referring to the words he said earlier about making you cum multiple times on his tongue. "I did and I will fulfill it" he winked before getting out of the shower and drying himself off while you rinsed your body. He was holding another towel for you and dried you off as well. During that, he had another question "has anyone given you a nipple orgasm?" Daniel asked which made you blush feverishly. You shook your head "no, I don't think that's possible"
Daniel's eyes sparkled, and you knew what he was thinking. "There's always a first for everything" he wrapped the towel around you and cupped your breasts over the towel "they definitely deserve the attention" he rested his head in the crook of your neck and you look at your reflections in the mirror.
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hi my love, my sweetness!! congrats again on 4K you deserve it so much and I love youuu!!
I know the cafe is technically closed but I thought maybe if I flirt a bit with the owner, who’s such an amazing lovely person who writes excellent fics, I thought I might be able to order a drink or two (only if there’s time and of course fine if not<3)
so could I order a macchiato over ice for Frank or Hotch. how would they be/react if they saw you in their clothes? I think both are so territorial and like daddies and if they saw you just in their sweatshirt or jacket or whatnot in a completely innocent situation they’d lose it. Let’s not even get started on at home or bedroom related
love you thank you for sharing your writing with us <333
SWEET BABY D!!!!
oh i've missed you so. thank you so much my sweet. you can order anything you want <3
sjdkshdsjkd do you know how absolutely feral hotch would go if he came home after a shitty week & saw you wearing one of his dress shirts bc i'm going feral just thinking about it so let me paint you a lil picture
as a reminder, over ice means it's spicy ! (minors dni)
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aaron hotchner likes you in his clothes
let me set the scene for ya. it's been a long week for our bau daddy, dealing with narcissistic psycho killers & keeping all his kids in line (the rest of the bau), & the frustrations are high when he finally steps off the jet. he doesn't even stay back to handle the mountain of paperwork waiting for him, that's how fed up he is
when he finally makes it home, it's well after midnight, & he's so tired he doesn't even wanna take a nice hot shower like he usually does to unwind. he just wants to fall into bed & let the exhaustion take over
but when he passes by the kitchen, he instantly freezes, bc there you are standing by the counter, having a lil midnight snack (eating ice cream straight out of the tub), wearing nothing but one of his dress shirts. and when I say nothing, I mean hotch can tell you are wearing absolutely nothing underneath
his eyes quickly darken with pure lust & his cock is already half hard when he stalks over towards you with determined steps
the spoon is still in your mouth when you notice him, a smile stretching across your lips around it before you lick off the sweet remnants & slip it out of your mouth
"hey, how was the c-"
you don't even get a chance to finish that sentence bc hotch cuts you off by grabbing the back of your neck to capture your mouth in a heated kiss & he does not hold anything back as he pushes you up against the counter
his kiss is aggressive & needy, & the muffled moan that escapes you tastes delicious on his tongue. his fingers make quick work of unbuttoning the few buttons you'd had done, but he doesn't push it off your shoulders. oh no, he wants you to keep it on
his hands roam over your newly exposed skin, greedily grabbing at your breasts to squeeze them roughly, his thumb & index fingers toying with your sensitive nipples knowing it'll get you all riled up for him, & the sounds you make let him know it's working
he grabs your hand & guides it to his belt, & without hesitation you follow his silent command, your nimble fingers unbuckling it while he sheds his suit jacket & tie
in a flash he swiftly spins you around & bends you over the counter, bunching the bottom of his shirt up around your hips, & he spreads your legs further apart with his foot
he wastes no time pushing forward, burying his cock deep without warning, his hand quickly covering your mouth to contain your sharp moan. his other hand has a bruising grip on your hip as he leans forward & hisses in your ear
"be quiet."
the sensation of your warm, tight walls completely enveloping his cock makes his brain go blank. he can't focus on anything else other than how good you feel. he immediately begins snapping his hips, fucking you hard & fast while grunting in your ear
with every powerful thrust, the stress & tension built up in his body from this week starts to fade, & the pleasure rapidly builds. even though he's chasing a much needed release, he's not selfish, so he slips his hand between your thighs & begins to strum swift circles over your clit with two of his fingers
he lets out a quiet, wrecked groan in your ear when he feels your pussy start to contract around him, the muffled moans against his palm only heightening his arousal. as badly as he wants to hear you fall apart, he doesn't wanna wake up jack
when he feels your body seize up as you come, hotch squeezes his eyes shut & lets out a strangled groan, gripping your waist tightly with both hands as his hips start to stutter
"fuck fuck fuck."
he comes hard, spilling deep within your snug walls, emptying himself completely. the way your cunt continues to contract around his cock milks him of every drop he has to offer, & it makes him let out a shuddering breath
placing both of his palms down on the counter to steady himself, he buries his face into your hair, panting heavily. if he wasn't exhausted before, he sure as hell is now, but he's definitely more calm. a breathless laugh leaves your lips before you speak
"well, hello to you too."
letting out a breathless chuckle of his own, hotch smiles & wraps one of his arms around your waist, pressing a soft kiss to your neck
"sorry, hi."
reaching one of your hands back to caress his face with your hand, you hum softly with a grin
"missed me that much, huh?"
leaning into your gentle touch, hotch's smile turns into a full blown grin
"always. but I have to say, I love your choice in pajamas tonight."
glancing down at yourself, it clicks that seeing you in his shirt is what set hotch off, & a devilish smirk spreads across your lips
"i'll keep that in mind. sir."
in conclusion if you hear screaming from across the world it is me
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jenna ortega x fem!reader (no pronouns)
summary: jenna, your lovely girlfriend, has been away filming for far too long, in your opinion. she thinks so, too. wc: 2.6k tags: explicit, MINORS DNI. all characters are 18+. phone sex, masturbation, bad dirty talk lmao, this is basically all bad dirty talk, light D/s dynamics, name calling/slight degradation, praise, reader is a soft dom, strap-on referred to as “cock,” horribly excessive use of italics, feels a bit odd writing rpf… a/n: @crazyoffher :) returning the favor!
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6:01 pm
call u in a sec?
A grin lighting up your face at the text, you hurriedly type an affirmative reply as you unlock your apartment door. Dropping your bag, you kick your shoes off, sighing as you shed your coat. Making a beeline for your bedroom, your eyes slide shut as you flop down on your gigantic bed. You’d washed the sheets earlier, and they were feeling extra soft. If Jenna were here, she’d be rolling around in them, covering her own scent with one of fresh linen.
Usually, she was—you were lounging in your shared apartment, a wide open space near the top of a sleek, tall building. Every evening in LA, the two of you could be found here, the appeal of a night in far exceeding that of a night out. A bottle of wine and a packet of popcorn to share wasn’t rare either, the expensive drink wasted on you two young lovers.
Everything had happened so quickly, but you loved it. A chance meeting on a plane had led to a long conversation about anything and everything, so common for new couples, and one-drink dates across busy nights had culminated into a fateful party invitation and an equally fateful blushing confession. Your relationship was wild, and crazy, and everything you could’ve wanted. A year later, Jenna had surprised you with a set of keys. It was a certain kind of promise that made those long nights, waiting for a phone call from half a world away, so worth it.
As if on cue, your phone buzzes in your pocket. Seeing the ID, you instantly pick up.
“Jenna?”
“Hey,” her familiar voice comes shyly through the speaker, a comforting sound. “Are you busy?”
“No, I just got home from work.”
Jenna hums in a way that tells you she’s plotting something, and her little stifled giggle just confirms your suspicions. You fake a sigh, happy to venture into her ploy.
“Jenna, did you have something to drink?”
“No.” She huffs a laugh. “I just miss you. Tired of me already?” She asks, with innocent veneer.
“Of course not,” you say. “It’s good to hear from you, you're so busy now, I had to talk to your secretary,” you teased. She was busy, but you’d already done the calculation of Jenna’s timezone to yours—for her, filming would’ve just wrapped up in the midnight hours. For you, the setting sun was just beginning to stream through the glass walls, and you pressed the button on the nightstand to draw the curtains.
“Well, if you’re not busy,” Jenna presses on casually, “I miss you.”
“I miss you too, Jenna,” you smile. It was a dialogue you two had often, something you never tired of.
“Mmm,” Jenna’s voice tugs in your stomach, lilting into a whine at the end of her emission, “I miss you, baby.”
Your mouth goes dry; it’s an automatic reaction. Damnit, this girl—she knew what kind of effect she had on you. You were glad the room was dark, because if you had to face your own blushing cheeks in the light, you might’ve just collapsed. You pull the phone away from your ear long enough to take a deep breath. “Do you, Jen?” Keeping your voice composed, you roll the end of the duvet between your fingers to keep you grounded.
“Miss you so much,” she says, the rustling in the background telling you she’s rolling on the covers. She lets out a lilting laugh, the sound sending a swooping, giddy feeling into your stomach. Jenna’s trying to lure you in; it was her game: enticing you with that docile, persuasive tone.
You decided to play, though you held back just a bit. “How much?”
“Some of your clothes still smell like you,” she says in lieu of a direct answer. “So I’m wearing your big shirt, the black one.” You’d been wondering where that shirt went, one you often slept in. Even now, you can see in your head how Jenna looked when she stole that shirt: it cut off at her thighs, the kind of sacrilegious short that inspired crimes. It reminds you of countless times she’d surprised you, when you slid your hands up under the hem to find—
“What else, Jen?”
“No bra,” she replies sweetly, laughing lightly at the end.
“No bra, huh,” you repeat. You can practically feel your pupils dilating, the heat around your collar. “Good.”
“And this,” Jenna sighs, “lace number I got here; it looks like the one you gave me last year.”
Your jaw clenches, and you glance at the clock, looking but not seeing. You remember what she’s talking about—a pair of panties, an expensive little excuse for fabric that grew dark at the slightest moisture. Jenna’s birthday had ended in a long, long night.
“It’s red,” she says, “just like my nails.”
Fuck. Everything feels hot, and you can just picture her in that standard issue trailer, lights dimmed, alone in a way that should be illegal. “How much time do you have?”
“Not a lot… got an early morning tomorrow.” There's a trailing edge of disappointment in her voice, but you’re familiar with her—she’s looking, hoping for you to guide her, to push her in the way only you know how.
You breathe in, deeply, your own desire quickly falling prey to Jenna’s. She had you wrapped around her little finger, that’s for sure, but she trusted you to hold her down. “Hand in your hair, Jenna. Gentle,” you instruct.
You hear her sharp inhale, but you have no question that she’ll listen. When Jenna gets like this, playful but pliant, you know she’s willing to go with just about anything you ask. It’s torture for you, each second you wait. “Now pull.”
Her responding whimper sends a bolt of heat down your neck, and you let out a silent breath. Jenna loved it when you would touch her hair, even when it was as innocent as just braiding it. The haze in her eyes when you’d tug on her locks, telling her how good she feels, was your favorite. “Harder. Do you like it?”
She breathes out, “yeah.”
“Good,” you say. “Tell me what’s been on your mind to get you eager like this.” She’s shy, you hear it in her sigh, even though her hands are still running in her hair. “C’mon.”
“I miss your mouth on my neck.” The words tumble out of her almost immediately, and you dare to wonder if that’s been on her mind all day. The bruises you’d left there before filming started were long gone, no doubt. She’d begged you to make them darker, and you were all too happy to please. “I miss the car, before the airport…”
Those frantic, heated ten minutes you two were able to spare in the car before Jenna’s flight were chastised by her manager and makeup team, but you wouldn’t have traded them for anything. “That’s perfect Jen,” you coax gently. She liked your encouragement, you knew.
“And…” it’s as if something snaps in the air on the telephone line, pushing both you and Jenna’s inhibitions to the ground. “I wish you were here,” she whispers, the cliche line sending equally cliche butterflies rushing through your lower stomach. “I’d be on my knees for your cock right now, and you’d pull my hair, so I’d-” she whines, a small and breathless noise-“suck it so good ‘cause I know where it’s going next—”
“Fingers in your mouth,” you interrupt, blood rushing in your ears. “And listen to me.” If you’d let Jenna keep going, you might’ve just booked a plane ticket right then and there. You can hear her obey you through the speaker, moaning softly. “Play with your nipples under your shirt. Be gentle.” It’s a warning, you know she knows, and a reminder that you control her pace.
“Mmm,” she hums, complying. It’s practically confession on bended knee, how her muffled whimper makes something shoot through your lower stomach.
“Press down on your tongue.” You hear her breath shaking, right in your ear. It makes you bite your tongue to keep from moaning out loud. “Don’t gag, don’t be greedy, Jenna.” She whines around her fingers, and you know her telltale little cry as she touches herself as instructed. You can hear that she’s not being as gentle as you wanted, but you had always been weak for your girl.
“You wanna put on a show for me, honey? Twist.” You wouldn’t know it, but Jenna instantly closes her eyes at the word show, her pulse spiking.
Jenna’s uneven breaths are pure song to you through the speaker, and it puts your every nerve on edge, remembering how she would sprawl on your sheets, just like how you were now, happy to be over or under you. She’s so vocal tonight, every exhale coming out with a small oh, and it makes you wonder if it’s because of something more than just the distance and time between you two.
The cadence of her breathing matches your stuttering heart. “For someone that likes having her mouth stuffed,” you mutter, “you sure wanna talk real bad.”
The whimper Jenna lets out is enough of an answer.
“Alright babydoll, you can take your fingers out.” Almost immediately, you can hear her panting. You keep your voice even, despite the heat on your cheeks. “I bet you’re soaked, aren’t you?”
Her voice is raspy when she speaks. “I am…”
“Two fingers in your cunt.”
“What about-” you can hear her swallow- “what about my underwear?”
“Push it to the side,” you say, dismissive. You could practically see Jenna like this, warm brown hair splayed on the pillows, shirt rucked up to her breasts, with enough want to end a war.
It’s silent on the other side of the line, save for the shallow breaths you hear her taking. “Are you waiting, good girl?”
She hums an affirmative.
“Go ahead, I won’t make you beg right now,” you say with a nonchalance you absolutely do not have, “fuck yourself.”
Her breathy laugh in response would drive a saint to sin, and she’s only all too eager to comply. Jenna’s shudder comes out in her moan as she shoves two fingers in herself, shameless in her need.
You close your eyes, her quiet little moan telling you all you need to know. The impatient groan she gives you is just vulnerable enough to be desperate, and it makes your head swim.
Jenna’s voice is small. “You know…”
“What is it, darling?”
“Wish I could put this on a camera for you, baby,” she whines, breath hitching. “Wish you could watch me right now.”
The mere thought of it is enough to have you biting your lip, hard enough to bleed. With the way that Jenna loved to perform, the idea had occurred to you before, but you were always too hesitant to bring it up. “You want me to see you, don’t you? Blushing and wanting all by yourself,” you mock, your arousal overriding your rationality, “you need someone to fuck you, is that it?”
“I need you to fuck me, fuck me so hard that I don’t remember it all, and,” her voice breaks, “you’ll make me watch our video later, to make me like this again.” You close your eyes again, your knuckles growing white around the sheets fisted in your hand.
“Like what, Jenna?”
“Messy, and-” her voice climbs higher with a gasp-“needy.”
The words cling in your mind, ivy on a terrace. It only takes half a moment for your mind to conjure her up again, flushed cheeks and two fingers deep in her pussy, framed by red lace.
“Is that what you are, mmm?”
She gives a moan, and you laugh because she’s embarrassed. It’s nearly pathetic, how bad you wish you could see Jenna’s face.
“Want…” There’s a hesitant pause. “Want your hand around my throat, too.”
God, no one knew how to play you quite like Jenna did. “Jenna,” you groan, your facade rapidly crumbling, “you’d look so pretty like that, baby.”
“Yeah,” Jenna agrees mindlessly, “I like it ‘cause…” her voice is strained in a way that you just know she has her head thrown back, strong and delicate, “you’re so gentle.” It’s with a bleeding intimacy that momentarily makes you forget you’re thousands of miles away from Jenna, and the only thing you can think of is her warm eyes on yours, just begging for you to touch her.
She quiets down, and in the damning silence that follows, you hear her fucking herself. And because you know your girl, you know she wants you to hear.
“That’s filthy, Jen,” you say, matter-of-factly. It makes your head spin, the knot in your stomach tightening.
“I know,” she whines, and you can hear her going just that bit faster. “Fuck-” she exhales sharply- “I’m—I’m close.”
“Already?”
“I’m sorry,” Jenna whispers, and you know with every hitched moan, she’s hitting that spot inside of her. She’s not sorry, and you certainly aren’t either. “I can’t help it…”
You hum noncommittally, feeling anything but. “Don’t come until I say, alright?”
Jenna moans right into the receiver, and you can tell she’s frustrated to high hell. You laugh lowly, something cruel, and it only serves to fuel the way your fingers crave the smooth of her skin, how your tongue wants for her taste.
But that’s when you hear it, blazing through the fog in your mind, of brown eyes and pink lips. “Please…”
“Please what?”
She falters, breathing ragged. “Please let me…” A beat.
“Let you…?” You press on.
“Please,” her voice edges on the right side of desperate, the side that makes all of you pulse. “Baby, I’m so close…”
“I know,” you say simply.
There’s a silence that hangs in the air, and you know without seeing that Jenna’s cheeks are so red with her embarrassment that you could’ve slapped her and not gotten that same glow. You wait, patiently, nails biting into your skin.
“Let me come, please.” Her voice comes out like a quiet sob, resistance broken by her desire.
Letting out a long breath, you press the phone harder to your ear, feeling your fingers tremble. “You’re such a needy slut, Jenna.” She whines again, pleading and keening.
“I know,” she’s soft with it, “I am… so, please?”
You bite your lip, mind swimming, letting her plea hang in the air.
“Come for me, Jenna.”
It's quiet, at first, and then you hear it—a soft, little ah from where she’s clapped a hand over her mouth, and then muffled moans spilling out from behind as she tries so desperately to not let anyone else hear. You clench your jaw, wanting so bad to tear Jenna’s hand from her mouth just so you can take in every little whimper, quiet her with your mouth instead. But you whisper praises into the phone instead, coaxing her through her orgasm. She comes hard, you can hear it in the way she pants after she’s calmed down.
Jenna’s breathing evens out, and you know it before she does—she’s asleep. Your eyes close again, fist clenched in your bedsheets. It wasn’t the first time that she’d fallen asleep right after she came, and it makes a soft little grin play on your lips. The other end of the line is a loving, sated silence. You keep your voice low, not wanting to wake her.
“God, the things I’m gonna do to you, Jenna.”
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[ ###… ] modern AU, rockstar Wriothesley, gn reader, est. relationship, a lil bit of hurt/comfort, fluff, long-distance pining, lovesick & homesick wrio, kinda cheesy which is kind of on brand for me lol
By the time Wriothesley manages to get back to his hotel room and check his phone, he's pretty sure you're asleep. He hopes you are, knowing how late it must be on your end.
It's no surprise that there are several messages waiting for him— each day you've been apart, you give him something sweet to read in the evenings after a busy day of promos or after a hectic show. Something to make the distance between you seem a little less vast, to let him know that you're still thinking about him.
Even on days where he's dead tired, he'll always read them. Always let you know that he thinks of you, too.
What does surprise him is the newest text, sent at just over twenty minutes ago. Wriothesley frowns as he wonders why you're still up, and his heart only drops more when he scrolls through the messages and reads the latest thing you sent.
I miss you. I really, really miss you.
Before he can even hope that he's not bothering you, his finger near slams on the call button. You answer on the second ring, voice lacking the raspiness of a roused sleep. It makes him sigh with relief.
"Wrio?" you ask, surprised. "Are you okay? What's up?"
"I should be asking you that." Wriothesley sits heavily on the plush bed, flopping back against the pillows with all the grace of a man who just gave a two-hour performance.
As luxurious as the king-sized bed is, with its soft sheets and myriad of immaculately fluffed pillows, he can't help but yearn for the warm familiarity of your own bed and your well-loved blankets.
"Why're you still up, honey? Don't you have breakfast with your friends tomorrow?"
"...can't sleep," you murmur after a beat, voice so quiet. He hears sheets rustling, then silence again. You hesitate. "I... it might sound selfish but I miss you being here with me. It sucks that the bed feels so empty without you."
And oh, if he could, Wriothesley would crawl through the phone right this very second and wrap you in his arms— would crush you to his chest and hold you tight as he listens to your breath taper off into sleep. Would keep you against him, wrapped up in his love and adoration, until you practically have to beat him off of you with a stick.
But he can't and it's killing him.
"It's not selfish. I miss you too," he says, voice longing. "I want to go home to you so bad, sweetheart, you have no idea. Wish I could've packed you up in my bag and smuggled you here with me." He has to fight sleepy giggles at the thought.
"Speaking of— you better be prepared for a crapload of gifts when I get back. I've got a whole suitcase of stuff I thought you'd like."
You gasp, and even sounding a little crackly from the speakers, his heart does a flip. "A whole suitcase?! I wouldn't even know where to put all that!"
"We'll find space. 'm pretty sure there's some stuff we can jigsaw around." Wriothesley tries to keep the tiredness from his voice, tries to fight back the yawn. It's been so long since you've called, what with timezones and schedules getting in the way, and he wants to talk to you longer— ask how your day's been, what your plans are for the rest of the week, if there were any places you want to visit when he gets home. This call is much too short for all the things he wants to say, for all the hours he wants to spend listening to you talk.
But try as he might, you can tell he's close to knocking out without even having to lay an eye on him.
"You should sleep," you tell him, voice soothing him like a balm. "You're probably tired after your show. I saw a few videos, you know— you were so cool. I'm proud of you, Wrio."
He hums, basking in your praise. His eyelids are already growing heavy, the soft siren's song of sleep growing harder to resist. If he closes his eyes, maybe he can imagine that you're just down the hall, busy with something. You'll come in any second now, crawl into bed and slip into his arms, and everything would be right with the world.
"Thank you for... for calling. For checking up on me just because of a text." You giggle at that last bit, and (as it always seems to do) his heart flips. "I love you lots."
"Mm, no need to thank me. Just gimme lots of kisses when I get home." His tongue is growing heavier, sleep more inviting. But he manages to get one last thing out— "I love you lots, too."
Right before Wriothesley lets himself drop, you press a loud, exaggerated kiss to the receiver of your phone. He smiles.
That's how you both fall asleep: with both phones still on the line, even breaths and quiet snores comforting the other into a restful slumber.
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Naive


Warning: Smut, minor dni, naive reader
Graceland felt like a place you weren’t supposed to be.
All that gold, velvet, and hush.
You were only supposed to drop something off—your aunt’s catering invoice—then go.
But the front door opened too easy. And the house was too quiet.
And then… you saw him.
Elvis Presley, in a loose silk robe, shirtless beneath it.
Chest dusted in dark hair, a gold chain catching the sunlight like it was trying to blind you.
And he looked at you like he already knew what you tasted like.
“Well hey there, baby,” he said, voice thick and Southern and full of things you hadn’t heard from a man before.
You held up the manila envelope with both hands like it could protect you.
“I’m—I’m just here to drop this off,” you stammered. “For my aunt.”
He didn’t even look at it.
“You always stutter like that, sugar, or is it just when you see me half-naked?”
Your mouth opened. Nothing came out.
Elvis laughed low, stepped forward—barefoot, robe swaying.
“You got a name, honey?”
You told him. Quietly.
He said it back slow, like he was tasting it.
Like he was already thinking about how it’d sound when you screamed it.
“You ever been kissed by someone who knows what he’s doin’?”
That knocked the breath right out of you.
“I—I haven’t…”
Elvis smiled like he’d won something.
“Didn’t think so. You got that sweet look to you. Like sugar pie just pulled from the oven. Untouched.”
You should’ve left.
You knew that.
But you didn’t move.
Couldn’t.
He took your chin in two fingers, tilted your face up.
“You wanna know how it feels?”
You nodded before you could think.
And when he kissed you—slow and deep and filthy—you felt your knees buckle.
He caught you, lifted you like nothing. Carried you right down the hallway like a man with every intention of ruining you.
And oh, baby…
He did.
The bed was bigger than anything you’d ever seen—deep red sheets, silk maybe, cool against your skin as he laid you down like something precious.
Elvis didn’t rush.
He just stood there for a moment, staring down at you like you were the most beautiful, most dangerous thing he’d ever let into his home.
“You nervous, baby?” he murmured, eyes burning low.
You nodded.
He grinned, slow and lazy.
“Good. Means it’s real.”
The robe slid off his shoulders like it had been waiting to fall.
And there he was—broad chest, toned arms, that soft trail of hair disappearing into velvet sleep pants that barely hid the thick outline pressing against them.
Your lips parted. You didn’t mean to, but you gasped.
He chuckled.
“First time seein’ a real man?”
You blushed. Bit your lip.
He crawled onto the bed, caging your body with his, arms braced on either side of your head.
His mouth hovered just above yours, breath warm.
“Tell me to stop,” he said, voice low. “Right now, sugar. If you say the word, I’ll be a gentleman.”
But you didn’t.
Couldn’t.
You just whispered, “Don’t stop.”
That was all he needed.
His mouth came down on yours, hungrier than before, tongue sliding past your lips like he owned the right.
You whimpered into it, hands clutching at his shoulders, unsure of what to do—how to move.
“You’re shakin’,” he murmured against your jaw, licking a slow line down to your neck.
“S’okay, baby. Let me show you. I’ll make it good. Real good.”
Fingers worked your blouse open, one button at a time.
You tried to hide yourself, but he stopped you with a soft growl.
“Don’t do that. Let me see. Let me have you.”
And when his lips wrapped around your nipple, warm and wet, you arched off the bed like you were on fire.
He sucked slow, deep pulls that made you cry out, his hand squeezing the other breast just firm enough to leave heat in its wake.
“You like that, huh?” he whispered, dragging his mouth lower.
“You’re real sensitive, baby. Bet your pretty little pussy’s already drippin’, ain’t it?”
You gasped, hips lifting.
He smirked.
“Thought so.”
Fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, tugging them down your thighs.
He spread your legs—gentle but firm—and looked down at you like he was about to devour dessert.
“Goddamn…” he muttered, voice husky. “Look at you. All pink and wet for me.”
You hid your face in your arm, body trembling.
He kissed the inside of your thigh, slow, teasing.
Then higher.
Higher.
And finally—
His mouth found you.
Tongue licking a slow, deliberate stripe from your entrance to your clit, then back again.
You screamed.
“Elvis—!”
He held your thighs wide, humming into you like he was tasting something holy.
“Sshh… That’s it, baby girl. Let me make you cum. First time’s supposed to feel like heaven.”
And when he sucked your clit, firm and greedy, fingers sliding inside you slow and perfect—
You shattered.
Back arched.
Legs shook.
Your voice broke his name in half.
He didn’t stop.
Not until you were gasping, begging, twitching under his mouth.
Not until you were limp and ruined and soaked.
Then he pulled back, licking his lips, eyes dark as sin.
“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, sugar.”
He pushed his pants down—thick, heavy cock springing free—and leaned over you, rubbing the head against your still-sensitive folds.
“Gonna fill you up now,” he breathed. “Real slow. Real deep. Make you mine.”
And you?
You opened your legs wider.
Eyes glassy.
Body begging.
“Yes… please…” you whimpered. “I want it. Want you.”
Elvis groaned low in his throat as he sank the thick head of his cock inside you.
It was slow—painfully, beautifully slow—his hips grinding forward an inch at a time.
You gasped, nails digging into his biceps, legs trembling from the stretch.
“Fuck,” he growled, forehead resting against yours. “You’re so tight, baby. Feels like heaven, swear to God…”
You tried to breathe, but he filled you too deep, too thick.
The burn made your eyes water, but it was good—so good.
You felt split open, branded.
“Elvis… I—”
He kissed you, swallowing your whimper.
“Shh, I got you, sugar. Gonna take care of you. Just let me in.”
And you did.
You gave him everything.
When he bottomed out, his hips flush against yours, you cried out—choked, needy, overwhelmed.
He held you there, buried deep, chest heaving.
Then—
He moved.
Slow at first.
Long, dragging strokes that made your body jolt with every roll of his hips.
You felt every inch, every vein, every bit of that thick cock sliding in and out like it was meant for you and no one else.
“That’s it, sweet girl,” he rasped against your neck, biting gently. “You takin’ me so good.”
Your back arched as he hit something inside you that made stars burst behind your eyes.
You moaned loud, head thrown back.
“Elvis!”
He laughed, breathless, cock twitching inside you.
“Sound so pretty when you scream my name. Say it again, baby. Louder.”
You couldn’t stop.
Your voice spilled out, all broken syllables and filthy pleas.
“Please—don’t stop—Elvis—feels so—oh God—”
He picked up the pace then.
Thrusts deep and rhythmic, his hips slamming against yours, the bed creaking under the force of it.
His hands slid under your ass, lifting you to take him even deeper.
“You feel that?” he panted. “That’s me, baby. Ruinin’ you. Fillin’ you up like nobody else ever will.”
Your walls clenched tight around him, and he groaned, cock twitching.
You were close—right on the edge.
“Elvis—I’m gonna—”
“Cum for me, baby girl,” he growled.
“Cum on my cock. Let me feel you fall apart.”
That did it.
You shattered again—body convulsing, toes curling, mouth wide in a silent scream.
Your pussy clenched so hard around him, he cursed loud and lost control.
“Shit—fuck—you’re squeezin’ me so good—”
He slammed in deep and stilled—
Buried to the hilt, cock throbbing as he spilled inside you.
Warm, thick, endless.
You felt him pulse again… and again… and again.
Both of you panting, trembling, pressed together in the heat of it.
He didn’t pull out.
Just held you, lips brushing your temple.
“Now that’s what a first time’s supposed to feel like, darlin’,” he whispered.
“And I ain’t lettin’ you go. Not after this. You’re mine now.”
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Transmasc scara x afab reader cuz there isn’t enough of those here.
-reader uses they/them pronouns
-there is little to no plot here (I’m sorry)
-modern au
-scara wears feminine clothing and puts makeup on
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“Scara? Are you there?” Despite his shoes being on the ground you didn’t receive a response, “scara? Hello?” You said again while raising your voice in hopes of him hearing if he was in the apartment as you eye the living room while noticing the he wasn’t there you figure out that he was still not home—
You open the bedroom door to get a bit of rest and change out of your work uniform when you see him..
“Looks like you finally found me.” Is what comes out of his mouth first, laying in bed with his signature shit eating grin and a black embroidered lingerie with stockings—
He looks heavenly you won’t deny that, heat immediately rises to your face as you freeze by the door. “Happy birthday day y/n..do you like your gift?”
Holy shit.
You must’ve been a priest in your past life to deserve this. You awkwardly step inside while nodding which he can’t help but chuckle at, as he eyes you closing the door behind you and hesitating to step forward he gets a little frustrated “don’t be nervous now..don’t you want to enjoy your gift?” After hearing his words you gain a bit of confidence and take a deep breath while walking to the bed—
Sitting at the edge of the bed and looking at him, he looks even better from close up you crawl closer to him and slowly ran your hand against his thigh, a soft blush forms on both of your faces as you hold close eye contact before leaning in and kissing him.
You can taste his lipgloss as you slide your tongue in his mouth and deepen the kiss, pulling away after a few minutes with a string of saliva connecting your lips with his. You both take a moment to catch your breaths before he unbuttoned your shirt, “i can’t be the only almost naked one.” He mumbles under his breath as he struggles with the last button which you let out a small laugh at. He can be really adorable at times—
You help him undress you by taking off your pants now both of you are in little to no clothing “happy now?” You say sarcastically which he responded to with an eye roll.
Your eyes grow wide as he pushes you down on the soft mattress and cages you between his arms, looking up at him with confusion you are met with a smirk on his face “scara-?” Before you can even finish your sentence he starts speaking “it is your day so I’m taking care of you tonight.” You try to reply but he is already giving your neck open mouthed kisses—
Whimpering softly as he sucks on the skin that meets your shoulder and neck before lightly biting it, he slowly makes his way down to your chest by kissing your body you gulp down as he undoes your bra “we won’t be needing that for now.”
You feel your breath hitch as he squeezes your chest, flickering his pointer finger against your left nipple as he takes the right one in his mouth and swirls his tongue around it.
He looks up at you with his beautiful indigo eyes through his bangs as you moan and hold him tightly, twisting your nipple gently while sucking on the right one which earns him a delicious moan from your lips—
The purple head keeps playing with your nipples until you unconsciously move your hips upward, “oh? Aren’t you a little too excited? I was hoping to tease you a little more but that can wait another time..can’t make you feel frustrated on your special day.”
You gulp down nervous as he moves lower and lower..peppering wet kisses against your stomach and abdomen that leaves you shivering, he smirks as he runs his fingers over your clothed cunt and feels it’s wetness. “My my looks like someone is eager for me..you are soaked.”
Gosh you really want to smack him right now “it’s not my fault that my body reacts-” you are cut off by a whimper as he presses his fingers against your hard clit “my body reacts my ass, just admit that you want me.” He says while looking up at you.
Not able to deny it anymore you open your mouth to reply with a shaky tone. “I want you..” he smirks and mumbles something under his breath that you didn’t quite catch.
Slowly taking your underwear off he immediately starts sucking on your inner thighs and kissing his way to your cunt looking up at you with sharp eyes that are adorned with red eyeliner, highlighting them even more while wrapping his lips around your clit—
Arching your back as you let out a loud moan he gainsmore confidence, sucking on your clit as he eyes your reaction with blush covering his entire cheeks, he rises his hand from your thigh and teases his finger against your hole a little before thrusting it in.
Your hand immediately reaches down to grab his hair as you feel him swirling his tongue around your bundle of nerves, he shudders at the feeling of his hair being pulled, sliding another finger inside you and curling them inside—
Your eyes grow wide as you move your hips which earns you a slap on your left ass cheek, immediately stopping.
He switches with his fingers after a few minutes rubbing your clit with his thumb as he eats your pussy, thrusting his tongue inside and curling it while you moan under him and pull his face closer by his hair.
“S-scara I’m going to-!!”
Is all the warning he gets before you come against his face and fingers, lapping up as much of your release as he can before pulling away slowly while panting, his face is soaked and his bangs are sticking to his forehead.
“Don’t think that we are done yet”
Is all he says while taking shallow breaths in.
You know it’s going to be a long night..
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Whimsical! reader with remus where they were previously doing long distance but then reader moves in with remus and sees snow for the first time? She's all :O at the snow and he's all :D at her like he's just mesmerized and thinking of how much he loves her and how cute and perfect she looks to him and how much he wants a home with her<3😩
(If you write this, can you add a bit of their ldr! Before moving in And the other boys?)
Ily! You're an actual saint<3
Thanks for requesting sweetheart! I couldn’t quite figure out how to work in the other boys without it feeling forced (at least to me) but I hope the rest is alright <3
Remus Lupin x whimsical!reader ♡ 1.1k words
It had taken a lot of coaxing to get you to go to sleep the night before. You’d been glued to the window, watching with wide, awestruck eyes as little crystals drifted down to the earth, glowing under the streetlights and crisp white against the dark sky. Remus isn’t sure if he’d ever felt so peaceful, watching you watch the snow, your cheek resting on your folded hands as the darkness outside grew deeper and the fire in the grate smoldered down to nothing. You’d spent a few minutes out in it earlier, before Remus convinced you it’d be way more fun in the morning, once the snow had a chance to pile up. Even so, you’d been reluctant to let it out of your sight.
So he can’t say he’s surprised that he’d woken up this morning to see your side of the bed already empty.
He finds you in the same place you’d been last night, perched on the edge of the couch, looking out at the pristine layer of snow that glitters in the sunlight. You’re already dressed.
“I thought you’d be outside,” he admits.
You turn around, looking even happier than usual to see him. “I wanted to wait for you,” you say. “Are you ready to go out?”
Remus’ heart swells. He presses his lips together, feeling his mouth curve anyway. “Yeah, I can be ready. You should’ve woken me, dove.”
He goes to the coat closet, pulling out his jacket and a spare for you. He grabs some too-small boots, too. Neither of you had thought about the fact that you don’t own any real winter wear until the snow came in last night, so his things will have to do for now. He finds a pair of gloves Lily forgot last spring that should fit you.
“I didn’t mind waiting,” you tell him, stepping into the boots. “It’s fun just to look at. So pretty.”
“Mhm.” Remus can think of something else that’s pretty, but it’s too early in the morning for flirting.
You keep glancing out the window while you tug on gloves, a jacket. He’s never seen you this excited. It’s so adorable Remus isn’t sure his heart can stand it. He plops a hat on your head and spots your hands trembling slightly, just enough to give you trouble with the buttons on your coat. Remus pushes them aside gently, doing the buttons himself.
When you step out into the crisp air, the first thing you do is put a boot in the snow. It sinks in nearly up to your knee. You look back at Remus, wonderstruck. Then you turn around and tip back, waving your arms this way and that to make an angel in the fresh powder. He has to help you out of it once you’re done.
He shows you how to pat the snow between your mitts to make a snowball, and you throw one right at the front of his jacket. Your laughter rings out, as crisp and clear as a silver bell. Remus makes a mental note to never let you enter into a snowball fight with James and Sirius; they go right for the face, and you’re too kind to retaliate.
When you make a snowman, you insist upon going inside to grab some of your rocks and things to make his face. He ends up with dried flowers for a smile and heterochromia.
It’s only once Remus realizes how much snow has ended up in your boots that he makes you go inside. He makes hot chocolate while you lay your clothes out in front of the fire and barrage him with questions.
“Do you ever see those little white foxes when it snows like this?”
“Arctic foxes? No, not really. I think they mostly stay in the arctic.”
“What about white owls?”
“I think I’ve seen some lighter ones before, but not completely white. Maybe we’ll get lucky.”
“Will we have a fire every night that it’s snowy?”
“If you want.” Remus sets your hot chocolate in front of you, the mug heaping with marshmallows. “Careful, dove, it’s hot.”
You take it and smile at him. “Thanks.” You look back out the window, blowing on it gently.
Remus grins as he watches you. Your cheeks are still flushed from the cold and your eyelashes are wet, the flakes that had been caught in them melting. The air between you smells like hot chocolate, woodsmoke, and hominess. He wants to do this with you every day.
It’s impossible not to think about how much has changed since you moved in. Just a couple of weeks ago, he would’ve woken up thinking about how long it would be until he could call you. He would’ve complained about the cold over the phone and you would’ve hmm-ed sympathetically in that gentle way of yours before admitting that the cold actually sounds pretty nice to you. Remus would have been sitting right where he is now, looking out the window by himself and describing the snow to you, hearing your voice in his ear rather than watching the rise and fall of your shoulders in front of him.
Today, he got to wake up knowing that if you weren’t next to him, you were nearby. He got to see the delight on your face, button your coat for you, bury your hot chocolate in marshmallows. He gets to watch your damp lashes twitch, pretty eyes moving from the window to his face.
“What’re you thinking of?” you ask, turning in your seat to face him.
It’s still too early for flirting, but not perhaps for earnestness. “I’m just glad you’re here,” he tells you.
Your lips curve, and you take your hot chocolate in one hand, using the other to intertwine Remus’ fingers with your own. Your palm is warm from the mug.
“I’m glad, too,” you say, leaning forward to peck him on his chin.
Remus sets his mug aside to chase you down for more, grasping the side of your face as he sets his lips to yours. Fuck, you’re lovely. So lovely his chest is aching with it. Lovely inherently, and also for letting him do this, your cheek dimpling under his touch. Your lips curve against each other, a mirror image. Remus’ heart feels full to bursting.
“Do you think we can stay here today?” you ask him, index finger rubbing against his and chin bumping into his own. “We could watch a movie, and I’d like to collect some pine cones if I can.”
Remus presses another gentle kiss to your lips. “That sounds perfect.” His voice is raspy with want and tenderness, and you rub his finger again in understanding.
You push your nose into his. “I’m glad I’m here, too,” you repeat.
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“As per new routine”
Alhaitham x Reader
Words: 870
Google Docs Pages: 1,5
Warnings: established relationship, fluff, no angst no hurt?! That's a new one for me :”D Bedtime sillies, sleepy cuddles. Written by someone awake at 3am, proofread by the same person awake at 2am. Mistake prone, I’d say. (At the very least, I tend to repeat myself when tired :"D)
Opening: Coming back from work rather late, only to find him waiting for you.
AN// G/n reader. Eeh, this is again gonna be one of those fanfics I thought of writing and then remembered I’ve never written for said character nor do I plan on doing so in the future. But I felt like this was needed, even if this is shorter than what I usually make :”D
“As per new routine”
Getting home late had become a little more usual than in the past. But that was merely due to the amount of work coming in recently, and by no means would this continue on for forever. But what it did entail was a change in your usual routine, which meant it also affected Alhaitham’s. Though, so far you hadn’t even gotten him to mention your late appearances back home.
So as per routine, you arrived back home late. Tiredly attempting to make your way in quietly, expecting that Alhaitham would have been asleep by now. Kaveh on the other hand was most likely still awake, pulling an all-nighter with his projects. So he wasn’t exactly a worry you had.
Sneaking carefully further, abandoning your bag by one of the couches. Not bothered to start undoing its contents so late in the night. Having already left your shoes by the door, you start making your way towards the bedroom. Combing your hair out with your hand, an attempt to ease the exhaustion and slight stress of the day. Opening a few buttons from your shirt while at it, ready to hit the hay as soon as possible. Knowing there was going to be yet another long day awaiting tomorrow. So every minute of sleep counted for something.
Attempting to quietly open the bedroom door was for no use. Seeing as even to your surprise, Alhaitham was awake, calmly reading a book on his side of the bed. It wasn’t the book that surprised you, but the fact that he’d seemingly stayed awake because of you. Alhaitham on the other hand didn’t seem fazed, barely even reacting to your arrival. Only turning a page of the book, “you worked later than usual.” A calm comment breaking the silence right after. His eyes still calmly scanning the pages, not having even looked up.
Any initial surprise disappeared, finding it almost funny how you’d initially claimed this as odd. But the more you sat on it, the more it seemed in character for him to do. Alhaitham had just seemingly stayed up and waited for you, he just hadn’t bothered to do so the previous times.
Making your way to your side of the bed and sitting down, you took a moment before answering him. “I had to catch up on a few things,” you stated calmly. Not mentioning anything of your previous surprise of his behaviour. Knowing it hadn’t been because he was worried about your absence, he knew you were going to come back. Even if later than usual.
“You’re running a better schedule than he is,” Alhaitham commented. Eyeing the direction of the hallway, not having to guess he was insinuating at Kaveh. His comment gaining an amused hum from you, in truth being exhausted enough to not have the energy for unnecessary comments. Especially if it had to do with their silly banter, as much as you liked to watch it go down usually.
And you suspected that Alhaitham noticed that, dropping the topic as a comfortable silence fell between the two of you. Allowing you some time to change into something a little more comfortable to sleep in. Buf after getting that done, your gaze landed on the nightstand. Realising that you’d forgotten to get a glass of water before making your way to the bedroom. Having been in such a hurry to get some sleep.
Your eyes moved to Alhaitham’s side, noticing the glass he had. Not saying anything, you reached over him for the glass. Getting a slight grunt from him for blocking the view of his book. In the end not even being able to reach the glass itself.
He closed the book, gently pushing you back and while placing the book back on the nightstand, handing you the glass. While also giving you a look, insinuating that you could have just asked him for it. For which you allowed him a chuckle.
“You don’t need to make this a habit, you know?” You commented, taking a sip of the water. Noting how it was still rather cold. “Waiting for me, I mean,” you added while handing back the glass.
You’d somehow gotten used to how low maintenance your relationship with him was. So seeing him pay attention to you coming home later than usual, all of a sudden felt odd. But there was something endearing about it as well.
“I wasn’t going to. I was only seeing when it was you’d started coming back.” Alhaitham answered. And of course he had known of your recent habit of coming home later than usual. Even when you’d made sure to check that he’d been asleep each time you’d done so.
“Did you get an answer?” You asked calmly while getting under the covers. “Yes,” he answers with a reciprocating tone, copying your movements.
There was a comfortable silence for a moment as the two of you lay still. Before you turned to face him, inching closer. He allowed it, like always. The feeling of him making space for you familiar, as you settled against him. Sleep overtaking your tired form rather quickly, breathing in his familiar scent. Not having the time to notice his arm placing itself loosely on your waist.
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Can you please do a Miguel O’Hara scenario where F!Reader is his Deadpool and even though he finds her irritating sometimes he has a soft spot for her?
A Spider-Man and A Mercenary
Pairings: Miguel O’Hara x fem Deadpool Reader
Word count: 776
Synopsis: A familiar Deadpool variant manages to break into the spider society again…
A/N: Thank you so much for requesting!!! This was such a fun dynamic to write between Miguel and us as Deadpool 😋
It was just like any normal day in the spider society. Anomalies were being dealt with, and no spiders were bothering Miguel as he got to stand in his office looking over everything.
Suddenly on one of the security monitors, He spotted a certain Deadpool breaking into the building. Miguel groaned, not you again. If any regular Deadpool broke in, normally he would just ship them back home. Easy. But no, of course the most obnoxious one was located on earth 2099.
“Ay, Dios mio…” Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose, already hearing your loud voice echoing through the already busy hallways of the spider society. He sighed, turning off the intruder alert and resting his hands on his hips as he waiting for you to stomp into his office to torture him further.
You had done this continuously, annoying him with your constant yapping and endless flirting.
Miguel finally heard the door open, signaling your entrance.
“What do you want.” He grumbled, refusing to look at you and instead focusing his gaze on the numerous yellow screens surrounding his office.
“Heyyyy, how’s my favorite Spider-Man doing?” You say, waltzing into his office, or what you call his spider-cave ( he never got the reference).
“You know you’re not supposed to be in this building.”
Miguel crossed his arms, finally looking at the familiar red leather suit you’re sporting.
“How many times do I have to kick you out before you get it?”
“Guess you’ll just have to do it again.” You say, giving him a wink before strolling further in. He scoffed, glancing at his screens for a split second.
Meanwhile, you immediately begin to look around the large dark space, pushing random buttons and causing havoc.
“Hey-HEY!” Miguel pushed himself away from his desk and quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled you back from the buttons that were connected to important multiverse things. “Why do you insist on being such a pain in my ass?” He glared at you with his usual scowling red eyes, the lack of sleep present underneath them. “Has anyone ever told you how sexy you look mad?” You smirk, looking up at him.
The height difference between the two of you was comical.
“You. All the time. It’s infuriating.” Miguel said bluntly, narrowing his eyes down at you.
He lets out a tired sigh, obviously frustrated by but also oddly used to your antics. “Can you just stop moving and causing chaos for five minutes and just act like a normal Human??” “We both know I’m not.” “I’m fully aware of that…” He scoffed, pulling you a bit closer to him.
His fingers curled around your wrist, keeping you from trying to wander off again.
“Oooooo, feeling handsy today are we?”
He rolled his eyes at the comment. “Don’t flatter yourself, I’m just trying to keep you from touching something you're not supposed to.”
Despite what he was saying, he kept you close. His fingers gently caressing the red leather surrounding your wrist. Your annoying energy and presence alone was exhausting to deal with, but a part of Miguel couldn’t help but be drawn to you. Something about you.. just made Miguel’s heart beat a little faster. (And sometimes made his face red)
You start tapping on his arm, bringing him back to the present. “Yeah riiiiiight.” You tease, and he finally comes up with the bright ideas to try getting you out of his office.
“Are you hungry?” Miguel asks, noticing the way your face immediately shoots up to meet his. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“If I take you out to lunch will you stop bothering me and breaking into my office??”
“Awww, you're finally taking me out on a date? Took you long enough!”
You bat your eyes at him, again trying to poke his buttons.
“It’s not a date. Don’t get any ideas.” Miguel responded quickly, activating his mask to hide the slight redness that covered his cheeks.
“Can we listen to wham on the way?” You say, already skipping to the exit at the thought.
“You just can’t make this easy for me, can you?” He said, rolling his eyes at your request.
“Fine, whatever. We're listening to wham, just promise you won’t try to start anything else.”
“Can’t make any promises spidey.”
The familiar cheeky smile on your face beaming. He sighed, a mix of annoyance and amusement on his face. “Of course you can’t..” He followed after, opening the door for you. “After you.”
“What a gentleman.” You happily walked out, taking his hand in yours. He saw this, and couldn’t help but give the tiniest smile.
Maybe this ‘date’ wouldn’t be as long and grudgingly annoying as he thought.
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