#and sometimes it bites gios legs

[avalonships]

Do they match eachothers freak

[dontexpectmuch]

babe, how about relationship habits part 3?🤭🤭

habits that jude bellingham may develop when being in a relationship could be…:

jude read somewhere an article that cats headbutt each other or someone they like or feel comfortable with and knowing that you were a huge cat lover, he started to softly headbutt you as well. at first you didn’t understand why he’d do that, but after some time the pieces came together with jude confessing that he thought that it would be nice to have your own and really unique way of expressing your affection towards one another.

when laying on your stomach, just chilling on your bed or on the couch, jude would come up from behind you and slowly lay his head on your butt, using it as a pillow as his arm sneaks around your thigh, kinda cuddling it. sometimes he’d even bite into your flesh, making you squirm underneath, trying to move away from his grip, to no avail.

jude randomly texts you throughout the day, just sending you pictures of things he thinks you would like, something that was ‘aesthetically pleasing’ as you would call it. he doesn’t really understand the point of taking a slightly darkened picture of a pretty flower, but if it makes you happy, he’s also happy.

he bites your neck. like,, just comes up to you randomly, leans down and bites down. sometimes, if he is feeling extra clingy, he’d also leave butterfly kisses all over your neck, your lovely smell pulling him in like no other.

you aren’t a fan of showing pda, not feeling comfortable to kiss him openly. pecking his cheek is the most you’d do. so, whenever he meets you after a game or practice, he just dabs you up, saying some weird roadman sayings. after some time you both even have your own handshake, which might end with a little peck on your forehead.

gio and you bully him when playing mario cart, though. and he gets really defensive too, shouting about how not everyone spent their childhood playing video games, but some would actually go outside, discovering the real world and such. he’s just a sore loser, but never in his life will he ever admit that.

“babe, lemme shave your legs.” he randomly comes up to you, his hands on each side of your face, squishing your cheeks together. “fuck off, jude.” - “bro, that’d be the best bondin’ timin’ ever, i’m telling you!”

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i’m spoiling y’all way too much.

[new-royston-cursebreakers]

Find the Word

Thank you @isherwoodj for the tag! I've always wanted to do one of these!

Tagging @captain-kraken @eli-writes-sometimes @sunnyanddumb98 and @dogmomwrites for the words page, double, coast, steal, and flight.

My words are ground, nerve, process, smart, and personal. From The Curse of New Royston:

ground

Nodding, Cricket balances one foot on one screw, then kicks off with the other, holding onto Eneas’ shoulders. Through his hands, he can feel a surprising amount of strength as Eneas grips the handlebars.

“Ready, Cricket?”

“Ready.”

Eneas’ foot slams on the first pedal. Though it’s a slow start, soon, Cricket’s feeling the wind whip past him, ruffling his coats and hair. Eneas’ legs pump the pedals like a machine, and as they make the turn to get out of Forver, the bike leans a little too close to the ground for comfort.

nerve

“Like I said,” Gio says, feeling the awkwardness of the situation weighing down, “I won’t tell if you won’t.”

“I won’t,” Unity says.

Sighing, Gio makes his way down to the beach. But his relaxing swim would be interrupted by Unity’s gaze. Strangely, it’s more nerve-wracking than Theodore’s. Instead of heading down toward the water, he sits down in the sand. Unity slowly joins him, and the two of them gaze out on the water as each wave’s crest glimmers under the moonlight.

process

“Yeah!” Auster calls back. He sounds not only relieved, but exuberant, bursting with joy. “Come on, Cricket, get over here! You’re gonna freeze if you stay out there!” He lifts up another edge of Caelan’s handkerchief, inviting him in.

Cricket darts up, clearing the space between them in only a couple bounds. Auster catches him and wraps him up in the soft fabric, pulling him into a hug in the process.

smart

Cricket thinks carefully on what to say. “I do kinda miss middle school,” he says, “but I’m glad for everything new in high school, too. I’ve met so many cool people!”

Monty glances at Cricket, a flash of fear in his eyes—fear, Cricket can sense, of being replaced. Cricket gives him a soft smile.

“And I seriously can’t wait to introduce you to all of them,” he says. “You know my friend Auster, right? He’s got some friends there, and now they’re my friends, too.  There’s Lisha—I dunno how she got so smart, she made radios at our size that work! We can talk to each other from anywhere in town! And she’s really nice, too—oh, wait, I think she’s actually a senior, she won’t be there when you join us…oh, and there’s Eneas. He’s, uh—”

“Oh, that kid,” Monty’s dad grumbles. “Cricket, you got a good head on your shoulders. Don’t let him influence you too much.”

personal

“Well, you heard about the school already,” Gio continues from where Fletcher left off. “I don’t really know what else there is to say about it.”

Ruth laughs. “That’s right, you did tell us a lot about the school itself. But how do you guys fit into it? And I don’t just mean your sizes. Is everything going alright with school? Or even outside of it?”

It’s the kind of question that puts Cricket on guard. Of course, he can’t share a lot of his personal life with these guys, and he doesn’t want to lie. Next to him, Gio bites his lip.

[bloody-trio]

A strange package arrives in front of each of the trio's doors! Carefully wrapped in a small bit of leather and twine, lays a small piece of bread, a flower with another strange vine wrapped around it, and a long withered leaf with the following scrawled upon it:

Wither. Kindred friends with such secrets to hide. Perhaps that will be your undoing.

(The Flower Kinds are as follows: John - Black Rose, Gabriel - Black Dalyah, and Allen - love-lies-bleeding)

JOHN DOE looks down at the package with curiosity, wobbly legs bending enough for him to be able to pick it up. The hunted squints his eyes to try and read what was "written" in the leaf but failling miserably. He looks at the piece of bread and flower next to it, not really understanding what this was about but taking them inside nonetheless.

"Hmh....No cacho que dice, tal vez le puedo preguntar a Gio después..? La flor esta bonita de todas formas...!"

GABRIEL had just arrived from a match, wich went...not good considering he spends most of the time cooped up in his room. So finding bread and flowers in his doorstep added just a little more stress to his already about-to-explode brain. Hoping it was nothing, he picked it up and read the letter chicken scratched into the leaf. The informants face went pale as he put two and two together and realized that the flower's meaning meant that someone knew something they shouldn't. With a groan he opened the lock on the door and entered the room, throwing the note, bread and flower into the trash beside his desk before hurriedly making his way to the phone.

"Anna....c'mon pick up."

ALLAN opened his door with a yawn, he didn't really look his best, hair messy and ink staining his ungloved hands and face. Altough he still had a look of curiosity in his eyes as he looked down at the package, carefully picking up the package he read what the leaf said and perhaps to his still sleep deprived brain, didn't fully understand what the note truly meant.

"Huh? Secrets? Perhaps what will....Oh what a lovely flower! It's been a long while since i've seen a love-lies-bleeding....Maybe this has something to do with the note?"

The poet wondered, he looked at the bread and mindlessly decided to take a bite.

"Hmph....I'll need to look up the meaning sometime, maybe i should ask LeRoy!"

[lonavy]

Soft + pwp?

ofc anon!!! Since they are both kinda long and I might actually finish „soft“ i decided to go with pwp (i hope that’s ok!?) which is - what a suprise for anybody who knows me from Wattpad or ao3 - Reyland, so Erling Haaland x Gio Reyna :D

So here is the so far written WIP:

Erling doesn't know what he expects, when he walks out of the cabin into the shower to check, who is still standing under the running water so late.

Maybe Greg has had an extra late session on the pitch? The keeper is still working hard on getting back to his usual strength after the injury which has kept him out for almost a month.

Erling hasn't seen anyone from the team in the gym inside. Normally the last person to leave the building - mostly the cleaners, sometimes Edin - is gone at around 9. At 11:30 everything gets shut down by the janitor.

The Norwegian likes to come back late to do some workouts when his house feels foreign to himself again. 

When pushing the handles also pushes away the loud thoughts in his brain and clears his mind.

Today it hasn't worked well. No matter how hard he bites his teeth or turns up the music from his headphones, a constant stream of worries is running subconsciously.

Now his mind is blank as he stares at him.

Skin, white as the snow which will start falling soon in his hometown in the depths of Norway, wet hair as black as the bark of the trees they cut down in winter, to feed the wood to the fire and keep the house warm. Eyes closed, head and body leaning against the tiled wall behind him. With his right hand he was pumping his erect penis in a steady rhythm.

When Erling comes in the boy opens his eyes a bit, stares right back into Erling's.

Erling's mouth opens. Then it closes again. He swallows instead.

The boy has stopped moving, but he's still looking.

Erling feels shame rise up in him. He should be the one looking so unfazed, not standing there like a deer in headlights. But his fists are still clenched, his whole body in shock.

"Are you going to lend me a hand if you're not gonna to leave?" The voice halls back slightly from the tiles at the walls surrounding them. "Or are you into watching?"

"No. I'll- ...I'll go." Erling stutters for a second. But he doesn't move. His legs are frozen in place, don't respond to his commands anymore. He feels his ears heat up.

The boy starts to grin. "Never seen you that shy before", he teases. "No need! You can do anything to me as long as it makes me feel good!"

"Gio, stop-", Erling looks away.

"I'm serious."

Gio looks him into the eyes.

Slowly Erling takes a step. Then another.

Gio reaches for the nob next to him with his left and turns the shower off.

The blond swallowes heavily, when he stands in front of Gio. Just close enough for him to get into reach, but still a distance. Erling doesn't know where to look. His face? His own hands? His...you know...

But then Gio's right let's go. His penis keeps standing.

"Come on! I was so close already..."

Erling has to shut his eyes for a second at those shameless words. But then he complies and with a slightly shaking hand he reaches out.

It's...weird. He doesn't know how to describe it. The skin in his palm is warm and the feeling is different but also kind of the same.

He hears Gio letting out a little moan when he starts moving up, testing the waters. He's still a little wet from when the shower was running, sliding easily through his fist.

He can't help but glance shortly at the boy in front of him as he continues to groan at his touch and Erling winces at how loud his teammate is. Definitely not holding back.

He doesn't know what Gio likes to do when pleasuring himself, so he just uses what gets himself to the edge the fastest.

A damp thud can be heard as Gio throws his head backwards against the wall. He whimpers loudly. "Feels so good-", he sobs and Erling's mouth runs dry at the sounds coming out of the boy's mouth.

He squeezes again and tries to move his fist faster.

"Pleasepleasepleaseplease...", Gio whines, high pitched, dragged out, rushing towards his release.

His hands try to hold onto something, the air, anything, to cramp into, but only slide down the wet tiles.

When Erling's thumb runs over the slit on top of his penis shortly, the American makes a pathetic whimper and directly clenches his jaw after, suddendly self-conscious, to stop any other humiliating noises from leaving. Erling briefly wishes he could push his free thumb into Gio's mouth, make those red-bitten lips suck on his fingers, feel the vibrations of Gio's tounge.

He doesn't, but the loss is forgotten as soon as Gio starts breathing rapidly, moaning louder and louder in a breathtaking crescendo.

When Erling accidentally touches Gio's balls just so slightly with his hand it's over. Gio's body tenses, his mouth opens in a silent scream and he comes over his stomach and Erling's hand.

The Norwegian continues to stroke him through the entire orgasm, til even the last waves of pleasure are milked and turn into overstimulation.

Then he slowly let's go.

Gio's, now soft, penis slumps down. Erling sees the obvious tent in his own pants when looking down. Emberassing.

The American is still heavily out of air with his eyes closed and only slowly coming out back to earth.

Erling hesitates, not knowing what to do next. He doesn't dare to look longer at the sight in front of him and after a brief moment he then turns around.

"I'll shower at home", he says over his shoulder before leaving the room.

The thoughts only get worse that night.

—-just some random snippets i wrote from here on, not making any sense!!—

Gap - selection

„Oh come on...

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The next time it happens is after the game against Mönchengladbach. They lost 1-0 after a horrible game. Mönchengladbach as always playing like a bunch of assholes, attacking their ankles like there is no tomorrow. Erling's shorts and boots had been covered in mud. He is one of the first to leave when he packs his bag and goes out of the cabin after shouting a brief „See you tomorrow!"

What he doesn't expect is to hear „Erling, wait!" and Gio running over the parking lot to his car. 

„Want me to help?"

Erling is tired and honestly doesn't want to deal with the aftermath, but he says yes.

And then Gio's lips are on his. He kisses with force, making Erling fall back into the sheets. He climbs into the others lap and settles right above Erlings dick with his arse, what makes Erling grunt loudly. 

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and that’s it oopsdljnlnedklkned

So basically what happens is that it gets a regular occurance for them to hook up and it gets more intense each time!

-> they don't enjoy themselves at different ons anymore

-> Erling watches Gio during sex a bit too often

>> and one time accidentally says "you're mine" and while it's only dirty talk Gio still shudders

- and one time during fucking in the shower after practice Gio opens his eyes half and sees Erling watching him with this intensity and before they can think or realize their lips are on each others 

(maybe a bit of angst, they don't talk abt it or stuff)

- [they make up and] they decide to go on dates 😁

I love friends with benefits suddendly realising they aren’t friends anymore I eat that kinda stuff UPPPPPP so I had to write something like that myself but I never finished this sadly

Still hope you enjoyed this snippet anon! <3

[kirieshhhka003]

Pairing: Bucci Gang x fem! Reader

Warnings: NSFW, anal sex, face fucking, throat fucking, facesitting, face riding, edge play, impact play, dominance, fingering

Bucci Gang and their biggest kinks

Bruno Buccellati - anal sex

There is no actual reason for it, Bruno just loves it! Watching your tight ring of muscles stretch, trying to accommodate his length inside of that pretty ass while his large hands grip and mold your jiggly buttcheeks, smacking you painlessly just to leave marks of his palms on your skin - this must be paradise. Buccellati takes it slow, leisurely pummeling your ass with lazy deep thrusts, reveling in the way you writhe underneath him, all the cute sounds slipping past your sweet lips are like the most tuneful melody to him

Leone Abbacchio - face/throat fucking

It’s no secret that Leone is into some real hardcore stuff. Most of the time man prefers to be the one in charge, and there are no doubts that he’s a hard dom. Abbacchio will do anything just so you know your place - facefucking is a great way of doing so. And here’s a little advice - don’t try to resist or act bratty, otherwise you’re getting destroyed. Leone’s favorite position is you laying on the bed or dining table with your head dangling down, his thick cock fucking your tight throat raw, balls heavy with cum slap against your face with every harsh thrust. This position gives man full control over your body - he tugs and twists painfully your nipples between his calloused fingers while watching huge bulge of his dick forming on your neck

Guido Mista - facesitting

This man can (and will) spend hours straight between your splayed legs, Mista is a real pro when it comes to eating out a puss! He likes every aspect of sex to be romantic and passionate, so oral is not an exemption. Guido’s nimble tongue runs up and down your slit, teasing your quivering entrance with the tip. He nips, sucks, laps on your folds, worshipping your pretty clit until you’re a pleasuredrunk slut, wishing only for Mista and his touches (he’s probably enjoying it even more than you). Please ride his face! Use him as your fuck toy, get yourself off with his mouth, grind your clit against his nose - whatever your heart may wish for, Guido will gladly provide it

Narancia Ghigra - edge play

Receiving only. Narancia doesn’t like teasing you during sex, your pleasure is his number one priority when he’s domming, so boy gives you whatever you want, not wasting any time. But when you’re the one in charge - that’s the whole different story. Please rub his cock against your soft pussy not letting to slip inside, jerk him off and stop right before he starts cumming, use vibrators on his throbbing cock, stimulate his prostate for hours until Ghirga is a senseless little whore, so greedy for pleasure, babbling about how much he wants you to fuck him as hard as you can

Pannacotta Fugo - dominance/impact play

Mostly giving, but loves it when you slap his face back during sex (for what you get fucked extra hard as a punishment). Sex is a great way for blonde to blow off steam, so all the frustration that’s been bottled up deep within Fugo spills out on you. He tugs on your hair, scratches you, bites you until small bead of blood start forming on your skin. Manhandles you a lot! He throws you all over the bed like if you’re some object but not a human, pressing your face into a pillow and using your body like his personal fuck toy

Giorno Giovanna - fingering

Gio loves getting you all worked up with his hands before the main part, but sometimes his preparations get way too far - this man can fingerfuck you for hours, completely forgetting about the boner in his pants. Oh, does blonde know how to use his digits - he curls them up inside, stimulating all the right places, all while soft pad of his thumb rubs circles around your swollen clit. Once he even made you squirt in less than five minutes! Would definitely finger you in public. There’s just something special about sliding your panties to the side and shoving his long fingers down your pussy while sitting at a dinner table with your friends, just don’t make any sounds!

Masterlist | Smut Masterlist

[whumpingcrow]

Chapter 6 (Gio POV)

Bad Dogs Sleep Outside

CW: bbu and everything in relation to that, discussion of conditioning/training/brainwashing, trauma/ptsd themes, noncon drug use, noncon/dubcon touching and kissing, lady whumper, intimate whumper, multiple whumpers, physical assault, dehumanizing language/themes, emotional whump, weather whump (is that a thing?), strangulation mention (let me know if i missed anything!)

Everything sounds very far away. It's a thing I keep noticing over and over again, like my mind is a carousel and there's only one little man riding in circles, screaming "Hey! Everything sounds really far away!" each time he goes around. How do I remember what a carousel is? What a bizarre thing to linger around after everything else was beaten out of me. It's so bizarre that I laugh. That sounds far away, too.

"Watcha laughing at?" Rory asks me, her voice a murmer across a million mile void from her throat to my head. I look up at her from my spot on the floor. She's so beautiful, her once electric blue hair is fading out to a light blue-ish blonde, which looks like a silvery halo, the way the light is catching it right now. I smile at her. Nicko should be drawing pictures of her, and it makes me feel somewhat disgusting that I have the one he drew for me taped up to the wall next to the beanbag, because I'm most definitely not living, breathing art that needs to be captured on paper, Rory is.

I can't remember her question, but the fear that ties my stomach into knots because I am so stupid and need to be listening better, also feels far away. Whatever drug she gave me this time is amazing. I never want to stop feeling this way. I want to be as far away from myself as possible all the time, if I could I would get a restraining order against myself. Why do I remember what a restraining order is? Restraining orders and carousels stayed behind but not guitars or names of people I think I used to know? Why'd they have to break me up so jagged like that? None of my pieces fit together anymore, no matter how many times I've tried to glue them back together.

But right now, the pieces of me that are the most functioning are the most shattered and re-mended of all; the sharp edges of training. I remember it all, even if it's just down to muscle memory sometimes. I don't have to try so hard to think about why I'm doing something or what it means, it just is. I do this now, kneeling in front of Rory, tentatively hovering by her leg, making it obvious I want to be closer. I know that, with some of the trainers, being soft like this was sometimes reward-worthy, or at the very least would stop them from hurting me for a little while.

"You're so beautiful," I breathe, realizing that she's still looking at me expectantly, waiting for an answer to the question I'm stupid enough to have forgotten in the five seconds since she's asked it. She blushes, then smiles at me. Her hands find their way to my hair and she runs her fingers through some of the tangles.

"You're such a darling, you know that?" Her voice is like a song, her fingernails scratching behind my ear is driving me crazy. I feel myself pressing into her touch, and I hear her laugh softly. It makes me warm all over. I want her to look at me how she's looking at me right now all the time, jaded blue eyes downcast at me, shining in amusement behind the dullness of the drugs, like sunshine reflecting off shattered glass discarded in a dirty puddle. And I love the way she sounds when she says things like that, that I'm darling. I want her to say more stuff like that, so I keep going.

I lean toward her, tipping my head back to get a better look at her. "Rory," I whisper, "you're like an angel, miss."

She smiles wider at me, then drags one of her sharp nails against my jaw and down my throat. A chill goes down my spine, and I sigh just a little at it. "Why don't you come up on the bed with me, Gio?" Her voice is real low and silky when she says it, it echos across the vast canyon that I feel is separating me from reality. I remember when I first got here, she told me her name was like the princess I was too stupid to know (how fucking irritating that I remember what a carousel is and not whoever Rory was talking about) and I think now that the title fits her. Nicko's called her that a few times, "Princess", and it feels like the most honest thing he's said.

Slowly, I grab onto the too-soft sheets and pull myself to my feet. The ground is nothing but static underneath me, for a second I'm scared I'll drop through it and fall endlessly into hell. I can't help but think that's where I'll end up, and it scares me shitless that I might be going there right now. So I collapse onto the bed next to Rory, keeping my eyes focused on the floor to make sure it's still there.

Rory loops her fingers around my neck loosely and forces me to turn my head to look at her. She's staring holes into my skin, her gaze suddenly so intense it reminds me of Master. I close my eyes. I don't want to think of him, towering over me and watching me with that same look as I would tremble and sob and beg him to just be done already. Rory's finger is right over my pulse, and I pray that she doesn't add any pressure.

She smells like smoke and alcohol and perfume, and her breath is brushing my cheek when she says "It's so cute when you say things like that." Then her lips fall against my cheek, then my jaw, then she moves her hand and kisses over my pulse. I draw in a deep breath, keeping my eyes closed. I wonder if her lipstick is coming off on my skin where she kisses me. And, just when I think I might fall over in the euphoria that comes with her touching me so gently, her lips are against my own, hands cupping my face to keep me still. As if I would ever dream of not letting her do this to me.

She kisses me sloppily, with tongue and teeth, and I'm grabbing hard at the sheets and trying to put myself back into my body so I can actually experience it. But no matter how hard I try, everything is still so far away. "Hey!" The little guy on the carousel screams. "Everything is very far away!"

Even when her hands are sliding down my chest, and over my waistband, I don't really feel it, even when she's taking my lip into her teeth and biting like she's trying to draw blood, it's not my pain, not really. Even when the door opens and slams shut and I hear Nicko's booming voice asking us "What the fuck are you doing?!", it hurts my ears but I don't really process it.

Only when Rory snaps away from me and I feel hands grabbing me hard and ripping me off the mattress do I feel somewhat present, and Nicko is grabbing the collar of my shirt tightly and his furious face is right in front of mine, and I'm afraid.

"Why the fuck are you tounging my girlfriend, you fucking freak?!" He shouts at me. I try my best to cower away from him, but his grip is too tight, he really wants me to see how angry he is. Hot tears are in my eyes, I can't force my brain to come up with an apology, so I just stare up at him as he shouts at me. And then he must decide that yelling isn't enough, and he pulls back and punches me in the nose.

"Nicko stop it!" I hear Rory shriek, but it seems to only egg him on more, and he hits me again. This time I notice that the floor is pressed up against my back, or I guess I'm splayed out on the floor, it's hard to tell, my world feels all upside down. And my face is throbbing, I think, and I can't tell if it's hard to see because of the pain or if I just don't have my eyes open all the way. Through all of that, though, I remind myself to be quiet. Nicko's already so angry, the only thing I can do is stay silent and observe him landing brutal kicks against me, now. I find myself wondering what I did to deserve this, everything is so muddled and confusing I'm not even sure who's hitting me anymore.

"I'm sorry," I plead to the hands, trying to put as much remorse into my voice as I can, but it only comes out mangled and exhausted. Not good enough, they hit me again. I try another time, "ple-please, I'm sorry!"

Then I'm being picked up off the ground, hands reaching out of the dense, fuzzy cloud of confusion surrounding me and pulling me gruffly to my feet. I'm dragged out of the bedroom, I can hear Rory shouting at Nicko to let me go, and I look up to see him glaring forward, not even looking at me. He's livid, even more angry than the day he shouted when I passed out at the shop. My lungs feel like they're full of cement, Nicko is mad at me! I am so stupid and annoying and worthless and

"I'm so sorry!" I sob out. He ignores me.

We pass by one of Nicko's other roommates as he drags me down the hall, he's never said a word to me before, but he always looks at me with vague disgust when he's around. I think his name is Ben. Now, his disgust is warped with horror, his eyebrows twisted into a tight frown and his mouth hanging open as Nicko drags me along next to him. He doesn't say anything. I wish it were Salem. Salem would have said something. I wonder when he'll back from work, if I'll be able to sneak away from Nicko and Rory long enough to see him. That is, if I even live that long. The way Nicko is handling me carelessly, with a drunken, vengeful look in his eyes, I don't have much hope that I will.

He opens the sliding door to the backyard, where snow covers nearly every surface, the porch light soaks all of it in a rusty orange glow. It makes me feel hollow inside when Nicko drags me out there. I'm not wearing shoes or socks, hardly wearing pants, and Nicko seems to only give me thin t-shirts instead of heavy sweaters like he and Rory wear.

The cold knocks my breath away, especially when Nicko tosses me down to the ground. The snow feels almost sharp against my skin, like it's cutting into me. I refuse to make any sound. Nicko is mad enough. He approaches me slowly, I only dare to look at his huge black boots approaching, I don't lift my head, I don't look up at him. I don't deserve to. He crouches down in front of me, sliding his belt out of the loops in his jeans slowly.

"You're fucking sick, you know that?" He says. I flinch away from his voice, and then he's sitting me up, leaning me against one of the wooden pillars holding the awning up. "You don't seriously think she wants you, right? I mean, look at you, you're pathetic. You're not even a fucking person anymore, Giovanni. Do you get that? She doesn't want you..." he presses me closer to the beam I'm leaning against, I feel splinters in my back already. He's so fucking scary like this, and I absolutely hate myself for pushing him into such horrific anger. I'm so horrible. I deserve this. I deserve this and so much more. He brings the belt up, looping it around my neck and the pillar, tightening it so I can't move. If I relax even an inch it would strangle me, I'm sure of it, I'm barely able to get in ragged breaths already. Nicko stands up. "She just wants the attention."

I can hardly see him through tears in my eyes as he stands up, hovering over me for a moment. I want him to let me down, I want to go back inside and put on Salem's sweater that I keep hidden, I want Nicko to like me again, I hate when he's this angry. I say nothing, because I deserve this. Because I'm horrible.

"You'll sleep out here tonight, so you can really learn your lesson."

His blurry silhouette turns away from me. I can't move enough to watch him walk all the way inside, but I hear the door close, then I hear it lock. When I'm sure I'm alone, I start to cry.

[mistabullets]

Can I get Sfw & Nsfw aged up Giorno w/ a fem s/o Like she came off to be quiet at first & doesn’t socialize w/ anyone but of course she later end up w/ Gio & open up to him. And For Nsfw she very very shy

Note: Giorno is AGED UP

Giorno w/ a Shy Fem S/O (SFW + Not SFW)

You had been with Giorno since the beginning. When he first met you, you were reserved, quiet, and didn’t really seem to mold well with any particular person. Sure, you loved your family. Everyone was, to some degree, protective of you. You were like the younger sister. But it was hard to open up to them since you don’t want to come off as weak.

When Giorno joined, you kept yourself at a safe distance from the young boy. Everyone felt differently toward him and you couldn’t quite pinpoint if he was safe or not. Especially since he joined you when Polpo died and you were assigned a critical mission to escort the boss’s daughter to safety. It just seemed too coincidental.

But after a particularly brutal mission, you changed your mind about him. He could have left you for dead and Abbacchio insisted, almost demanding, that the underling continued on with a mission and not worry about you for now. But Giorno persisted, saying you weren’t gone and he decided not to listen to his superior. 

What a weird boy, you thought. But from that day forward, you knew you could trust him. You would talk with Giorno, tell him about why you were here and how much you valued the mafia but wished some things were better. You also desired to be a strong person, to be more outspoken, but you didn’t know where to begin. It was hard to change. 

Then you returned the favor, risking your life to save Giorno. You began to understand that despite not knowing what his goals were, he has strong ideals and determination. You wish you were strong like him, and not constantly be consumed in the cesspool of problems and wrongdoings. And you think, by being with him, you could overcome whatever. 

The respect you had for him would bloom into a crush. Of course, you would never admit it. But your fellow gangsters picked up on it and would tease you about it. Of course, Giorno was a bit oblivious to your feelings, since he was more focused on his goals. But out of all the people in Bucciarati’s gang, he perhaps liked you the most. 

You followed him. Despite when he and Bruno betrayed the boss, despite the risk you were putting yourself in. You thought to yourself, I want to prove my worth. I can be as confident and strong enough to protect them. You hoped on the boat. Maybe you’ll die but for a good cause. Little did you know, years later, Giorno would be the new don and your boyfriend. 

He repaid you for all your hard work. You had grown as a person over the years, despite the tremendous loss you suffered. He was proud of you, appointed you third-in-command, right after Mista when you overthrew the previous boss. Eventually, Giorno asked you out; you were both eighteen and neither of you had previous romantic partners. 

But he liked you, and you liked him. And you didn’t mind if he was your first. You wanted to know what it was like, to be in love, despite only knowing familial love. So, the two of you became a couple. About time, Mista teased when he heard the news. But after some years, now both of you in your early twenties, Giorno wanted you to retire. 

But over the years, you had grown more confident, along with more stubborn. You hated being coddled and protected; you were a grown woman. You understood why Giorno wanted you to do so. You were his soon-to-be-wife now and there were a lot of more risks if you stayed in Passione. Eventually, you would have to make a compromise.

Giorno would let you stay in Passione under these conditions. 1.) You always had two partners during your mission, 2.) you took on fewer hours and took on fewer risks, and 3.) if you ever came to close to death, he could officially retire you. You thought these were too restrictive but you had agreed. You did swear to Giorno, that you would always follow him.

It was hard being romantically involved with the don of Passione. You worried about him too. But he always reassured you, that everything would be alright. He kissed away your fears and melted away your anxiety. And when you were in doubt, you remembered about how you ended up here... you could trust Giorno and his decisions. 

Not SFW under cut ;

Despite shedding away some of your shy personality, that doesn’t mean that sometimes you became flustered! Especially when it came to Giorno pampering you with affection and kisses. Your first time with the don was really sweet. You weren’t unconscious about your body, but you felt so vulnerable under his intense emerald eyes. 

You subconsciously cover your face and chest or tighten your legs together. Giorno sometimes has to gently coax you, carefully pulling your arms away and binding you by the wrists. He’s filled with pride, seeing how flushed your body is, lustful haze dancing in your eyes, or the glistening heat radiating from your core. You were beautiful like this.

And he made sure you knew of your beauty. While leaving love bites on the neck and collarbone (or finding ways to make you moan by touching your sensitive spots), he would murmur sweet nothings. “Principessa, I wish you could understand how beautiful you are when you’re reduced to such a mess. La tua figa è così bagnata e carina, la mia brava ragazza.”

Giorno enjoys eating you out. He likes how much you moan and whimper, especially from teasing your clit and pushing his tongue up inside your pussy. He’ll fuck you with his tongue, and relish in the noises you make and how you’ll grip and pull at his blonde locks. He’ll command you to keep eye contact and you feel exposed under his gaze.

He does like receiving the occasional blowjob from time to time. Giorno adores how you’ll try your best to take off his cock in your mouth, cupping your cheek tenderly and playing your hair. Sometimes, if he’s been busy, he’ll let you suck him off underneath his desk in his office. But that’s only when he’s super desperate for your touch.

He doesn’t like being too rough, nor is he a fan of quickies. But once in a blue moon, after being away for business or being caught up in his work, he’ll summon you to his office and have his way with you. He’ll bend you over his desk and take you from behind. It’s enjoyable, especially since you’re trying your best to hold back your moans and not get caught. 

Sex with him is slow and sensual, making you clench around his cock and milk his seed. He especially likes to take his time, forehead press against yours and being lost in the intense pleasure. When he reaches his early twenties, he does start to cum inside of you, wanting you to carry his child (but he will only start doing this with your consent though!)

Aftercare with Giorno is sweet. He will make sure you’re okay, provide you with some tea or water, and let you rest your head on his lap. Sometimes he’ll read you in a book, whispering it in either Italian or Japanese. Other times, if you both feel filthy, he’ll go draw you a bath with your favorite scents. Either way, he gives you plenty of kisses and cuddles. 

[giogio-gucci-gangstar]

Mudad Adventures: The Hol Horse Special

Summary: DIO leaves Giorno with Hol Horse for a short vacation. Both Hol and Giorno are less than thrilled. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23027542/chapters/55487023

“Uh sir, you want me to do what?” Hol’s jaw hit the floor as DIO once again explained his little plan of a weekend getaway. Leaving GioGio in the sole care of a Hol Horse. 

“Are you sure no one else can watch the kid? What about Vanilla? That guys got to have ice cream and all that kiddie shit coming out of his ass right?” 

“Interesting choice of words Hol… You’re not wrong by any means but I feel Giorno would be better in your hands,” DIO was trying to woo Hol with compliments but Hol simply raised an eyebrow and DIO straightened up. 

“Well that little bastard would just have too much fun bossing Vanilla around all weekend and this is supposed to be my vacation not his.” 

DIO sauntered off, it wasn't like there was much Hol could do to change the situation anyway.

~~~~~~~

Honestly Giorno was a little skeptical of anyone who was friends with his father, but out of all of his devout followers he found Hol Horse the most interesting. Yes Vanilla Ice waited on him hand and foot, but that was because he wanted to kiss DIO’s ass. Enyaba would bake him treats, and the D’Arby brothers would play games with him occasionally (very rarely would they allow someone as unskilled as a child to play though), and sometimes even Pet Shop would allow a soft head pat without threatening to peck his eyes out. 

But of all of these people (and hawk) it seemed that only Hol Horse truly respected Giorno. Or feared him. But being five that distinction didn't really matter, Giorno just wanted someone to play with who wasn't doing it to impress his father. 

Which is why Giorno was sitting patiently on the counter as Hol scratched around in the near empty cabinets looking for something edible. The kid was curious as to what Hol Horse would conjure up. DIO wasn't much of a cook but when he did it was an event to say the least. 

Hol Horse gestured for Gio to come help. Hol easily picked him up and lifted him up to the tops of the cabinets. “Ok kid see anything we can eat?” 

“Ummm,” Giorno’s eyes scanned the dark shelf, eagerly picking up spilled chocolate chips that actually turned out to be dead flies. Just the same he stuck them in his pockets for later, this time just a snack for Godzilla and not himself. “Oh! I think there's some of Pet Shop’s cans, oh wait they're tuna.” 

“Great grab it. I found an avocado so I can show you the Hol Horse Special.” Hol sounded less than enthusiastic about the offer but he figured if he spun it the right way he could feed the kid and then DIO would be back and he would no longer be responsible for another human being. 

Giorno swung his legs off the counter kicking slowly back and forth with a concerned look spreading across his face. He wasn't too much of a picky eater, with DIO you hardly could be, but he wasn't at all pleased with the sound of canned tuna mushing with the avocado. It was all a little too moist for his taste… 

Hol Horse eagerly presented his masterpiece to the kid. One bowl. Two forks. Lots of green and pink. Hol waited expectantly for Giorno to take a bite but he noticed his apprehension. 

“Oh come on kid it ain't that bad! Look I even sprinkled in some pepper and squeezed a little lemon. It's great! Real cowboy food. Tons of protein.” None of this was phasing the boy who just looked Hol Horse dead in the eye with an expression of ‘you're going to have to pry my mouth open if you want me to eat this shit’. Hol Horse knew he was going to have to pull a good old guilt trip on this boy. 

“Don't you want to grow big and strong like your daddy? Or, maybe you’d rather I tell him you refused to eat and see what he comes up with? I’m sure he has some other special options for you.” They both knew Hol was referring to DIO’s questionable blood sources that he had been desperately trying to get Giorno to try. Maybe it was less guilt trip and more inspiring fear of his father’s wrath… Either way Hol was happy to walk that fine line of moral greyness if it meant DIO didn't snap his neck for starving his son. 

Giorno haphazardly took the spoon, shivering because he knew no decent fish should be served with a spoon, and slowly brought it to his mouth. He held his breath, nearly plugging his nose, to swiftly inhale the food. Giorno shoveled the monstrosity into his mouth as Hol Horse slowly ate his portion, lounging against the counter and rambling on about how one of his relatives always used to make something like this and how it was a good meal for on the road etc. etc. etc. 

For the rest of the weekend Giorno showed no expressions of hunger, afraid of what else Hol Horse might have tucked up his sleeve. The boy by no means starved, he had hidden stashes of junk food and candy all over the mansion, but he did make a point to avoid meal times with Hol Horse. 

~~~~~~~

“DADDY!!” Giorno screeched as DIO opened the door the next evening. Giorno practically wrapped himself around the muscular thigh of his father. DIO cackled with delight. The boy was clearly happy to see him, and had even called him daddy, none of that damned ‘papa’ shit he had been spewing. 

DIO was doing his best to act unaffected by his son’s rare display of affection, but spared the boy a little pat on the head before sending him off to bed. 

He just as quickly turned to Hol Horse, “How did you do that so quickly? You drove him right into my arms! Did you see how he hugged my leg? It was almost like he missed me!” DIO was elated, this was by far the most emotion Hol had seen on the man (excluding blood lust of course). Slowly however, it all started to come together in Hol Horse’s head.

“Were you trying to punish your child by making him spend time with me?” Hol asked deadpan. He was pretty used to DIO’s antics by now and honestly should have expected as much. 

“If you must phrase it that way so be it.” 

With a look of utter exhaustion Hol turned to DIO, “You just had me watch him so he'd miss you.” There was no need to question, it was a statement both he and DIO now knew to be true. 

“Was that not obvious?”

[ayellowcurtain]

Part 2

Nico is not really ready to talk about this, but he’s almost sure he’ll never be ready to have this conversation so it’s just gonna happen anyway.

He feels himself overheating inside, with his skin getting all rough and sensitive and a little too cold for his own touch. He wets his lips with the tip of his tongue, holding one hand with the other one, squeezing it hard to avoid digging his nails inside his palms. Sometimes he hurts himself doing that so he’ll try not to do that for right now.

Martino is waiting for him to start talking, but he’s not pressuring him. They sit across from each other on the floor, the coffee table in between them. Nico offered to make some coffee, but Martino is too curious for coffee.

“Hm, so, I was in a relationship for a very long time, she was my first and only girlfriend I ever had. It was very good for a long time, but then I just...wasn’t in love anymore. We became friends, but I didn’t have the courage to break things up so we were still together when I had no more feelings for her. She started studying to become a doctor and then I felt like I was an experiment, her first patient because...hm, I’m bipolar,” Nico finally looks up to meet Martino’s eyes.

He was oddly quiet the whole time Nico was talking. He frowns just a little bit, creating a little wrinkle on his forehead.

“I was diagnosed almost at the same time that she got into college and I was already trying to figure myself out and she was constantly all over me, being nosy about where I was, what I was doing and with who I was. One day we had a huge fight about it and we broke up. My mom freaked out, Mada was the perfect daughter in law in her eyes and then I was constantly fighting with my mom too. It was a lot, all happening basically at the same time and I was...” Nico takes a deep breath, looking at his hands, feeling how he’s starting to sweat. “so tired of everyone. I didn’t care enough for anything at the time so I took as many pills as I could swallow. And then I woke up in that hospital.”

That’s not all, Nico could spend hours trying to explain what happens inside his brain, but it doesn’t seem right to talk about that with Martino when they just met. He doesn’t talk about this with anyone except his doctor. For too long he was being constantly watched and analyzed by his mom and Mada and so to talk about it with someone from the “outside” world is harder.

And for once, Nico wants to just be a normal person, to make mistakes and not have it be blamed on his mental health.

“I’m sorry...” Martino finally says as he moves around the table to sit closer, suddenly hugging Niccolò, leaving him speechless, taking a second to realize that Martino’s arms are around his neck, hugging him tightly and so Nico carefully puts his arms around Martino’s slim waist, letting himself enjoy this moment.

For too long he imagined how it would be to be able to actually talk to Martino, having his eyes open, focusing on Nico’s and in the end, he got more than what he was asking for.

A hug that lasts so long, so much more than a usual hug, especially between two almost strangers.

The first hour passes by like a second. Nico and Marti finish his little stock of beers just as quickly, still sitting on the floor with their backs on the couch, talking about random things.

Martino wants to be a doctor, he says he has the grades for it, probably not the stomach. Nico is not sure what he’ll do, but for now, he’s focusing on getting back to a routine in his grandma’s old apartment.

Marti offers himself to help decor the place, “Make it look more Nico”, he says and Niccolò stops for a second, smiling that he’s Nico already. Martino blushes again and finishes another beer, leaving the empty bottle on the coffee table as an excuse to avoid Nico’s gaze for a moment. Martino lives with his mom, his dad left and was a whole new family now, but he doesn’t care as much as he did before. His mom is finally starting to feel better about the divorce and that’s all that matters. Nico was very tired of his mom so he moved out, but to avoid more conflict, he settled for living at least in the same building.

Martino’s lips turn upwards and Nico suddenly remembers. “So nobody is coming tonight. You lied!”

He gently pushes Nico away and only then Niccolò realizes how close they were, their knees touching on the floor and Nico’s arm laying on the couch, behind Martino’s shoulders.

“I just thought you would think I’m weird for inviting a stranger to my apartment because you woke up and we talked for a brief moment, but I felt like I knew you and I could trust you to come inside. I know that you snore when you sleep and sometimes you’ll wake up and jolt on the bed, coughing because you choked on your own saliva. I think that makes us friends, at least.”

Martino awkwardly looks away for another second, turning his body to face Nico. “I don’t snore...” He whispers and Nico holds back the urge to touch his face, feel how soft his skin is. Marti’s curls are pointing to every direction, he keeps touching it, putting it upwards or aside and somehow make his hair look even curlier, the yellow light makes his curls look actually red and his skin warmer, inviting. He has the easiest smile, always threatening to turn into a full smile, all teeth showing.

Like he’s moving in slow motion, Martino slips back, lying on the rug, turning his head to still be able to look at Nico. He looks at every inch of Marti’s body, noticing how fast his chest moves, meeting his eyes at last.

Nico doesn’t want to think about later, about consequences. Martino is right there, lying on the vintage rug he bought just a week ago, waiting for him and Nico wants him so badly.

He carefully puts his beer to his other side, slowly crawling over Marti to let him move away or ask him to stop if he wants to. Nico puts one hand on each side of his head when he settles on top of him, holding his weight, and from here he can see how freckled Martino’s face is.

His cheeks have a warm tone of pink right on his cheekbones, probably from all the drinking they’ve done tonight and maybe Nico is only making it worse by being so close, their legs tangled together already like they knew how to fit with each other.

Martino is the most beautiful person Niccolò has ever seen. It’s astonishing and he doesn’t know how to tell him that he’s in love, that he’s been in love for months now, only waiting for Martino.

It feels weird to ask if he can kiss Marti when they’ve been flirting for hours, sitting almost on top of each other, staring at each other’s lips, choosing to be here, all alone when they could have gone back to Gio’s party. Nico comes just a little closer, enough to touch their noses and Martino smiles, biting the inside of his lip and nodding his head so quietly Nico thinks he might have seen things.

They move their heads like in slow and sexy music and finally, Nico kisses Martino like he’s been thinking about ever since he woke up to see the most beautiful human being right next to him, sleeping so peacefully.

[crewhonk]

...Of The Line (1)

A series collaboration with @nomadsgrogers where she writes for Giovanna as the reader! We’re just projecting onto our writing, its FINE

Series Summary: Steve watches YN Banner grow up before his eyes– from a shy, dorky sixteen-year-old to a fierce, brilliant woman who never fails to keep him on his toes. He knows that she’s untouchable, but that doesn’t stop him from being completely wrapped around her finger for the rest of his long life.

Series Warnings: Mutual Pining, age gap, gun use, these two are idiots– seriously they’re so dumb, slow burn, injuries

Pairings: eventual Steve Rogers X Banner!Reader, eventual Buky Barnes X OC!Stark

Chapter Summary: YN says goodbye to her best friends and watches as the events of The Winter Soldier go down. YN visits her best people in the hospital. 

Words: 4.1K

@nomadsgrogers version >> (” Till the End...”) Introduction

“... Of The Line” Masterlist

_________________

2014, two years later

Eventually, Giovanna had left to join Natasha and Steve in their work with SHEILD in Washington about a year after Natasha and Steve had initially left. They had come back for a short reprieve from work and were set off to go work to save lives again— 361 kilometres away. Giovanna had called it her first real mission as an Avenger while both YN and Tony had called it bullshit and begged her to stay. YN was never much for goodbyes— moped around for days until she found herself showered and in the lab. A bad habit that Giovanna critiqued her about.

“You really don’t have to leave, you know.” YN frowned, pulling her best friend into a hug and burying her face into her neck. Giovanna drew circles between the middle of her shoulder blades and stayed silent until YN pulled away and wiped her nose with her sleeve. Natasha joined the group of girls and pulled YN under her wing, kissing her temple and hugging her close. Nat had since bonded with the two younger women, now on the cusp of nineteen, taking them under her wing and training them when she could— watching movies and laughing long into the night when she was able.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna come with us?” Natasha’s suave, carefully selected speech patterns disappeared around the two girls— something that rarely ever happened. “I could really use a hand keeping Captain Bad Idea in line,” Natasha smirked and YN rolled her eyes and laughed, refusing to let the sudden heat blossoming on her face stop her from functioning like it usually did.

Steve Rogers had grown on her— he had become something less like a celebrity crush in 2012 to something deeper. Her adoration for the man had rooted in her lungs, constricting her breathing until it seemed she would never be able to breathe again.

Not to be dramatic.

But it was true that the two had become closer. They trained together, ate together, watched shitty 80’s movies until the crack of dawn and then crashed on separate end of the same couch together. They kept touching to a minimal— an unspoken rule between the two which only caused for a rock in the progress of relationship building. Both, as the team knew, were very needy with touch and it only seeded the idea that the other person felt no real romantic interest in the other. That, and Steve’s consistent fear of making her crumble under his hands— young and fragile and too good for him.

YN’s eyes flickered over to where Steve was chatting with Tony and Bruce softly, allowed her eyes to rake over his appearance once, very quickly and then smiled back to her girls.

“I think you’ll be fine. You got Blind Enthusiasm over there to help you.” She nodded her chin towards Giovanna who seemed affronted at her statement.

“Hey! I’m not Blind Enthusiasm. Maybe Sassy Regret.” Giovanna pulled both Natasha and YN into her arms and squeezed them both close. Their foreheads touched for a few seconds before she pulled away and let her hand rest on YN’s cheek.

“Don’t blow anything up while I’m gone,” Giovanna warned.

“It’s no fun without you.” YN winked back, finishing their classic statement goodbye— uttered mostly when one left for coffee runs or actually went to bed at a time which humans usually did.

“Wanna say goodbye to him?” Natasha’s eyes flicked over to Steve who was watching them. YN’s eyes locked with his own and she shot Steve a small smile, raising her hand and giving a shy wave. Giovanna scoffed quietly to herself, toeing the ground with her sneakers at the innocent move.

Behind closed doors, YN rarely had a filter on the topic of Steve Rogers. Hashing out everything she wanted him to do to her and everything she wanted to do to him, sometimes in such great detail even Natasha, when she was able to join, would blush. Now, in the midst of that same man, YN was reduced to a blushing, quiet sixteen-year-old version of herself.

YN was like a pit bull raised in a good family— her bark was most certainly worse than her bite.

“Nah. We already said goodbye.” YN smiled, looking away from Steve who seemed to be less than keen on doing the same. Giovanna and Natasha’s identical smirks dropped at the very same time.

“Okay, great. We’re going to have a FaceTime session tonight and you’re going to spill everything.”

“Everything?”

“Every. Single. Thing.”

______________________

The tower was lonely without the chaos that ensued during the previous three and a half years, all due to the rapidly advancing education that was YN Banner and Giovanna Stark’s life. There were no crashes from the lab on the 52nd floor, as YN was played out on the couch, uninspired and bored out of her mind at one in the morning. She had been throwing up a stress ball into the air, catching it all the while glaring at the holograms on the table in front of her. When the hologram flickered for the third time in ten seconds she growled and threw the stress ball at it, eyes flashing neon green only briefly.

“Woah! Squish, you okay?” Bruce exclaimed, walking around the table and rubbing the spot on his forehead where the ball had collided. YN muttered an apology as her dad sat down next to her, watching the diagram of a blood cell rotate in front of them.

“Been better.” She mumbled, taking the stress ball back from her father and digging her nails into it. Both Bruce and Big Guy took notice, and they were equally concerned.

“What’s goin’ on?” He tried. He was usually wonderful at this father-ing schtick but ever since he had left when she was only sixteen, she had become increasingly independent. Now almost twenty, she was a full adult and Bruce had no idea where he belonged anymore.

“I just— God. I want to think I’m a grown up. I want to think I’m independent from other people and can function without another person but I don’t think I can do that. I’ve always had you and when I didn’t I’ve always had Gio and Natasha and Steve and Tony. I’m no good alone.” YN ranted, tears welling in her eyes and Bruce could feel his heart melting and breaking both at the same time.

“You don’t have to be alone, you know. Humans are social creatures. We don’t do well alone. We’re meant to be in packs and we’re meant to have those social bonds. Independence for us in the wild usually means death— in modern times it just sometimes means everything short of that.” Bruce hummed and he wrapped his arm around his baby girls shoulders. She sniffed into his neck and wiped tears away from her eyes.

“But Gio’s independent. So are Steve and Natasha and I don’t get why I can’t be like that.” Her voice was thick as she spoke.

“Because you’re you. You don’t have to be like them. There’s no shame in leaning on people, you know.” He mumbled and Big Guy seemed to agree, chest rumbling in agreement. There was as silence before YN’s quiet voice rang out loud and clear.

“You’re not goin’ anywhere, right, Papa?”

Bruce’s heart skipped a beat and he pulled her closer, squishing her to his chest and blinking back tears.

“I’ll stay right here just as long as you want me to, okay?”

“Okay.”

Another Pause.

“Wanna help me try to figure out our blood?”

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It was a week before ‘Tonights’ FaceTime could take place, as both Natasha and Giovanna had been swept up in the life and work of SHEILD. It was seven at night when YN’s phone rang by her side, laptop on her lap in bed playing “The 100”. The phone chimed, and YN in all of her excitement nearly launched her computer from her legs in her hurry to answer it.

“Hi!” She said excitedly, shutting her laptop and pulling her covers closer to her chest. On her screen were her best friends, faces squished together and smiling so widely. The flush on Giovanna’s cheeks was a telltale sign they were at least a glass and a half into their wine.

“Baby girl!” Giovanna almost squealed, and YN’s heart clenched. Oh, how she had missed the Stark energy because sure, Tony had it all but there was nothing like seeing it in jammed into a 5’3 Italian firecracker of a girl.

“How’s Washington? Oh my gosh, have you met Obama yet? What about Michelle? Are her arms as magnificent as they look in pictures?” YN rushed, and the two girls laughed.

“Washington is good! It’s too vanilla for my taste.” Giovanna replied and Natasha said something about how it was because the sewer rats were the closest things she ever got to owning a pet.

“No, we haven’t met any of the Obama’s either.” Natasha quelled YN’s thirst for the First Family and YN sat back in mock disappointment.

“Well, then what’re you even doing there?” The others laughed at her response before they both lost their excited exterior. It would never fail to impress YN how in sync Giovanna and Natasha were at almost all times.

“So, don’t think we forgot, little lamb.” Natasha chastised and YN rolled her eyes, before getting up and grabbing a bottle of wine from her wine cooler hidden in the back of her closet. No way was she explaining her and Steve’s goodbye while sober. No, ma’am.

She raised the bottle to her lips and wiped her hand across her mouth.

“What d’you wanna know?” YN resigned herself to what she could picture as hours worth of interrogation.

“Everything.”

____________________

It was the night before the team was about to leave for Washington. Giovanna had already left the common room under the guise of packing, allowing for Steve and YN to have a few hours to themselves under the glow of the city lights streaming through the windows and the television.

Steve could feel his hands clamming up. Sure, he had been alone with YN countless times before, but it was only on his visit back did he notice that YN had grown up. Long gone were her puberty curves. There was that same trademark Banner softness to her, but he didn’t miss the way that her shirt clung to rigid muscle when she was straining herself in the gym. He didn’t miss the lines of her calf and thigh muscles whenever she wore those tight black shorts that made his head spin. He didn’t miss the curl of her wild hair or how her eyes seemed to droop in a way that made his heart stutter whenever she looked at him.

He had been alone with YN before, countless times. She never failed to make him feel like a 16-year-old kid in Brooklyn, though.

“You know, I’m really gonna miss nights like these.” She said, curling into the cushion of the couch and pulling her blanket to her chin— comfort habit, he had learned.

“Whatd’ya mean?” He asked, suddenly not at all interested in the movie playing in front of them. He knew this was an iconic 90’s movie but he couldn’t care less about anything that didn’t involve YN.

“You and me all curled up. I mean, come on. Showing movies to Captain America for the first time?” She giggled sleepily at his eye roll.

“As if I care about it, honestly.” He mirrored her position, facing her and leaning on the back of the couch.

“Why don’t you care about it? Clueless is one of the best movies out there.” YN tried to sound offended, but she couldn’t find it in herself to sound anything but nervous and breathy. Steve’s eyes were drooping, fighting hard to stay awake and watching her with a softness he rarely showed anyone. In some wild, delusional state, she could almost believe what Giovanna and Natasha told her— that he could come to love someone like her.

“Not my type.” He muttered, forcing himself to keep his hands from reaching out and placing them on her bare arms. God, all he wanted to do was run the back of his knuckles over her skin. Wanted to make goosebumps erupt all over her body. Wanted to make her suck in a breath and look at him through those innocent, peering eyes.

Steve kept his hands to himself.

“What is your type?” She whispered, and his heart climbed violently up his throat. He coughed once to get it back to where it belonged and when that didn’t work, he pulled away farther from her. He couldn’t— she was too young and good and pure and everything he would ruin.

He wouldn’t ruin YN Banner.

“We should get you to bed, okay, Sugar?” He said, glancing absently at the time before rising slowly to his feet. He wanted nothing more than to curl up against her, soak her in enough for him to survive the next few months away. He stopped himself, however, filling his arms with blankets and pillows and waiting for her to stand and join him.

She almost looked disappointed he didn’t help her. Definitely looked disappointed he was ending the night.

She only nodded, however, and wrapped her blanket around her shoulders like a cape, following him to the elevator in silence and riding up in silence. Only speaking again when they reached her floor. She stepped out, turning around and placing her hand on the door so it wouldn’t close on her. She was quiet for a time, trying her very best to memorize the way blue skin had found a home in the inner corners of his eyes. How the left side of his nose was just a little crooked. Remember the cleft of his chin and the swell of his bottom lip. She sniffed and nodded and stepped back.

“I’ll miss you, grandpa. Don’t know who I’ll make old people jokes about anymore.” She forced a playful smile over her tired face and he mirrored it.

They were both so close, but so, so far away.

“I’ll miss you, Sweetheart. Don’t know who’s gonna make you get to bed in time for your afternoon nap.”

“Guess you’ll have to come back soon, then.”

Then, the elevator door slid shut with a quiet ‘ding’.

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YN had thought them to be dead. Nick, Steve, Natasha, and Giovanna killed in a gun battle in the middle of Washington. She had thought them dead until she got the call. It was Tony who called, half out of his mind with worry but voice dripping with relief.

“They’re alive, YN. News— look at the news.” She listened to her uncle, ran down the hall of her floor to the common room with television in it and flicked on the channel. Sure, Tony may have been only five floors away, but she was suddenly very familiar with the feeling of her legs and arms and heart going numb.

The flashing red at the bottom screen told her this was live. Large hellicarriers armed to the teeth were falling on Washington, a collection of live footage from the news crews and videos from Twitter streaming on the screen, and YN cried out when a rather shaky video caught sight of Giovanna, fighting, yelling, bleeding through her uniform but alive. YN let out a dry sob and leaned forward on her knees, putting her head in her hands and crying into them despite the lack of tears streaming from her eyes.

Then, when she looked back, she saw him. Angry, and scared and like Giovanna, bleeding but very much alive. He looked to be running— chasing after someone who was singlehandedly taking out an entire SHEILD battalion.

She didn’t care. Her guys were alive.

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The quinjet ride to Washington was only half an hour, but both YN and Tony could have sworn it would have been easier to walk themselves. The jet landed on the roof of the hospital and she sprinted side by side with Tony down the stairs, bursting through the doors of the VIP section the hospital had closed off.

Large men in combat greens were lining the hallways, guns on their shoulders and there was an eerie silence in the hallway.

“Ms. Stark is in room 567, Captain Rogers is in the room next to her— 569.” The nurse, nervous and excited at the sight of the Tony Stark in her own hospital making her voice higher than usual.

“I need— I’m sorry.” He whispered once they got to the rooms and YN rolled her eyes, pushing him towards his daughters' room.

“Go, we got all day. I’m gonna go see Steve.” YN tried to ignore the way Tony’s worried eyes gave away to something almost teasing, and she turned around to the room 569, knocking on the ajar door and smiling at the man in the room.

He was sitting next to an unconscious Steve. His dark skin and dark eyes stunned her— a man of genuine beauty was protecting Steve. He looked at her, eyes intense and guarding.

“Who’re you?” His voice was suave and the gap in his teeth was charming. YN tried to fight back the urge to walk over and tell him just who she was— he obviously cared much for Steve. The bags under his eyes and the stains on his shirt were dead giveaways that he hadn’t left the hospital in a few days.

“YN Banner. Who are you?” Her voice was strong, and her gaze landed on Steve who looked very much worse for wear. A large gash that was deep enough to require stitches extended from the corner of his mouth to his earlobe, a black and green and red bruise on his opposite cheek let her know that the bone underneath his skin must have been completely shattered. The hospital gown he was wearing was pulled to the side to show more blossoming bruises and YN coughed, trying to rid her throat of the sudden lump that had taken root there.

The man made a noise of surprise and joy, a wide smile blossoming over his face before he stood and extended a hand.

“Sam Wilson. Wow, the famous YN Banner. Steve and Giovanna never shut up about you this whole week, it’s nice to put a face to the name. Nice to meet you, Steve’s girlfriend, YN Banner.” He smirked and his smile grew at the way she spluttered in surprise.

“I’m— we’re not— I’m not—“ She rushed, cheeks flaming to the tips of her ears. Sam laughed and stepped closer, moving to walk by her and out of the room, knowing she would want some alone time.

“He said the same thing when Gio and Natasha called him your boyfriend. Got more red, though.” And with that, and a clap on the shoulder, Sam walked out of the room.

YN’s gaze drifted back to Steve, and she pressed the backs of her cold hands to her face to try to quell the blush that seemed to have found a home there. She walked over to his side, pulling a chair to his bedside and reaching out, hesitating only slightly before wrapping both of her hands around his much larger one. The knuckles were bruised and bloody, clean stitches already looking to have been removed and she rested her cheek on them, looking at Steve’s face.

It was only a half an hour before his hand twitched in hers, and he grunted at the pain he felt immediately upon waking. He cracked his eyes open slowly, crusted closed with tears and other sleep residue and felt someone's hands tighten around his own.

YN was there, eyes tired but relieved and Steve’s heart rate monitor picked up when she smiled at him, softly.

“Hey,” She whispered over the music from the speaker Sam had brought in. Her tightened her grip on his hands and rested her lips on his fingers— not kissing them, but resting there and Steve cursed the machine beeping continuously and irregularly beside him.

“Hi,” His voice was raspy from the fight and smoke and water they had to pump from his lungs and the breathing tube from the surgeries he had received.

“Whose idea was it to take down SHIELD?” She asked, corners of her lips turning up. She already knew the answer, but it would be nice to have the opportunity to make fun of the man in front of her.

“Gio’s?” He tried and YN laughed against his hand, breath drifting over his knuckles and making the pink of blush creep up his neck. God, how the hell did someone as good as her make him so unbearably nervous. She had gotten even more beautiful in the four months they hadn’t seen each other.

“Nice try, Captain Bad Idea.” YN teased, and she pulled one hand from his grip to brush the back of her fingers against his forehead and his eyes fluttered shut briefly at her touch. To anyone looking into the room, they looked like a couple— two people so in love and so worried for each other, and both Steve and YN knew this, neither too keen on ruining the illusion. They only wanted to stay in this little moment for a few minutes longer— for as long as it took for reality to pull them away from each other once more.

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Soon, Tony interrupted their moment outside of reality, needing to discuss and make plans for the future of the team and whoever remained of SHEILD.

“I’ll be back. Can you eat anything yet?”

“I think so,” His voice was quiet and he really, truly, desperately didn’t want you to leave— didn’t want to let you go already.

“Okay, I’ll find something good.” YN stood, squeezing his hand once before pulling away slowly and Tony raised an eyebrow at the way Steve almost seemed to reach after it, wanting her to come back so soon.

YN didn’t hear the way Tony teased Steve, comments of ‘gramps’ and ‘you know she’s too smart for you, right?’ Followed quickly by Steve telling him to shove it somewhere the sun didn’t shine. Instead, she walked over to the next room and didn’t even bother knocking before walking in and crossing her arms, glaring at her best friend who looked a little worse for wear.

“You look like shit, babe,” Giovanna said with a wicked grin.

“You’re one to talk. Really? Taking down secret government Nazi’s? Without me? How dare you.” YN dropped her stern act and padded over to Giovanna’s bed, lifting the blankets and curling under them, resting her head on her best friends shoulder.

“Sorry about that.” Giovanna shifted slightly and moved to face YN, glad she had chosen to invade her bed on this side, as she didn’t need to lay on the stab wound she had received only hours before.

“I told you not to die.” YN chastised lightly, and Giovanna patted her shoulder.

“I didn’t— I just got stabbed lightly by sex on legs.” She said and YN looked at her sharply.

“Excuse me?”

And then, Giovanna launched into a story of a man-- the Winter Soldier-- dressed in all black, hair hanging around his face which was, apparently, sculpted by Hades himself.

“And the best part,” Giovanna continued, pausing for dramatic effect. “It was Bucky Barnes. The Winter Soldier is Bucky Barnes!”

YN’s heart dropped to her stomach and she could feel the blood leave her face.

“What? Steve didn’t say anything about— oh, my God.” YN whispered, and she barely had time to even worry about Steve before Giovanna made a noise in the back of her throat.

“Oh, so you saw your favourite Beefcake before your best friend?” Giovanna teased, relishing in the way YN looked as if she wished the ground would swallow her whole.

“I— you were— Tony needed to see you.” YN stuttered and Giovanna rolled her eyes, squeezing YN closer to her. God, she missed her bumbling, pining, lovestruck best friend.

“Suuuure.”

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[nnegan13]

hello my good dudes I am here to offer a one shot for y’all 

prompt: “one of them a bit tipsy and the other one just loving and enjoying it and teasing, basically fluff”

it got away from me so fast tho haha 

bit of an AU, they met in college and are friends and not enemies and Eva is still Edo’s cousin bc I can’t help myself 

if this had a title it’d be called: edo rambles about how much he loves ele 

enjoy lovies! read on ao3 here

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“Ele,” Edo mumbles, thumbing at the top of his bottle and Fede looks over at him, brows raised. He has to tell Ele something, he knows this and not much else. Fede would know where to find her, right? Right? “Ele, Fede where’s Ele?” 

“What the fuck are you on right now?” Fede asks, shrugging Edo’s hand off his shoulder. “She’s not here, said she wasn’t coming, remember?” 

“Ah, really?” He asks, frowning. Surprised that he doesn’t remember something Ele told him, Edo thinks back over the past few days. Monday, he hadn’t seen her, which was the worst, but Tuesday she came to their study group and sat next to him and leaned over to write something on his notebook and he couldn’t think of anything but the way her hair smelled for the rest of the session. Wednesday, again, he failed to see her, but she did text him for over an hour that night. Thursday, Eva made him take them to lunch, Ele pressed her foot into the side of his leg, and he could barely concentrate on the conversation. Friday, he’d seen her with Stephan, her friend from that study program in England she’d done in high school and that, that was when she told him she wouldn’t be coming tonight. Plans with Stephan while he was still in town, or something. Who was he kidding? There wasn’t an or something, he remembers practically every word that she’s ever spoken in his presence, at least when he’s sober enough. “Fuck, I don’t—God, I forgot.” 

“Maybe you should stop drinking every time you see her, man.” Fede tips his own bottle to his mouth. “Or, every time you see her and she’s with another guy.” 

Edo shoves him. “I hate you sometimes.” 

“Only when I’m right.” Fede gestures to the crowd of people filling up their apartment, dancing to the music pounding through the room, or drinking, or talking in dark corners. His eyes catch Eva pulling Gio by his tie down the hallway toward the bedrooms that’s strictly off limits during parties and takes a long swallow from his bottle. His cousin is likely going to go do it on his bed. God, sometimes his life is fucked. “Go find a girl and get your mind off her.” 

“Fede, I don’t think you understand,” Edo says, mind whirring. His cousin is going to go fuck one of his friends, the girl he thinks might be the love of his life is currently on a date with a man she only sees once a year, and he’s drinking the shittiest beer he thinks Chicco has ever brought to him. Nothing makes sense, but the buzz is nice and he takes another swig. 

What is he saying? Something, something about Ele, Eleonora, the most beautiful woman in the entire world. “She’s so—so—”

Behind him, a soft voice he would know anywhere interrupts, “So what?” 

Ele stands at his shoulder, eyebrows raised, and watches him make a fool of himself turning around. Good, she’s here; he can tell her what he needs to tell her, now, once he remembers what it is. “Ele!” 

“Hi,” She chuckles and his eyes catch on her smile. “You look like you’re having fun.” 

“Only ‘cause you’re here.” That’s close to what he wants to say, right? Almost, almost, that damn smile is too distracting. The blue lights hung in the windows cast a glow across her face and she looks like a fucking angel. 

There. That’s closer. 

She shakes her head at him and peeks over at Fede, watching them with thinly veiled amusement. “How much have you let him drink?” 

“He was very distraught earlier when he remembered that you said you weren’t coming,” Fede reports and Edo frowns, but catches the flicker of Ele’s eyes back to his face. His lips part, he doesn’t want Ele knowing he forgot something she told him. Or Fede answering any questions about him, the fucking liar. “Chicco was with him first.” 

He lists to the side a little and Ele’s hand catches his chest. His mouth is very, very dry. “You let him start off with Chicco? Fede!” 

“It’s probably for the best,” Edo interjects, drawing her eyes back to his. They’re wide, green, and shining in the blue light around them, and he momentarily forgets how to speak, as per fucking usual around her. “Hopefully I drank enough to forget that Eva took Gio back to fuck in my bed.” 

And the filter, that’s broken, too. 

Ele, though, smiles and shakes her head again before slipping the bottle from his hand and setting it on the counter behind him. She nods into the kitchen. “C’mon, let’s get something else to drink.” 

The fucking, the fucking Sanpellegrino, he has to tell her about the Sanpellegrino. He follows after her, stumbling only on the first step. She looks over her shoulder at him, placing a hand on his arm. He might combust. “Careful.” 

In the kitchen, he spots Marti standing with Nico next to the fridge and calls across the room, Ele fisting her hand in his shirt. “Marti, hey, in the fridge, two of the Sanpellegrino.” 

Marti manages to open the fridge amidst the mass of bodies crowded in the kitchen and ducks to look inside. “Ah, orange or pomegranate?” 

Edo looks over at Ele, raising an eyebrow, and she smiles a little smile at him. Again, he almost forgets how to speak. “Which would you like?” 

“Pomegranate, Marti, please,” she says, turning to address him and grab the cans he slides across the island counter, and Edo bites his lip when she looks back at him. So damn beautiful. She holds a can out to him, eyebrows raising. “Sanpellegrino?” 

He shrugs and leans his hip into the counter, opening the can in his hands before trading her. “Last time you came you didn’t drink anything and I wanted to make sure there was something if you decided to come again.” 

There’s that fucking smile again. “Then how’d you know my favorites?” 

“Ah,” he ducks his head. “Eva told me.” 

“Of course she did.” She doesn’t sound mad, she sounds pleased, actually, and he dares to look up. Her eyes are turned away and she sips at her drink, gaze darting around the party, and he registers a few things: her hand is still gripping his shirt and he succeeded in telling her about the Sanpellegrino. Only one thing to go, if he can fucking remember what it is. 

“What made you change your mind?” 

“Hm?” Ele peeks over at him, red, red lips curving, and he stares at them for only a moment before fixing his eyes back on hers. 

“About coming to the party.” 

“Oh.” She looks back into the crowd and the blush that spreads on her cheeks is promising. He tells his hopes to stay firmly where they are and bites his lip, leaning a little closer to hear her better, and catches a whiff of her hair, just as distracting as before. “Ah, Stephan’s flight left earlier than I thought it would, and I figured I could stop by.” 

“Very nice of you.” 

She smiles, wry, and, fuck, she’s so gorgeous. “Thank you.” 

That’s it, that’s what he needs to tell her, if she doesn’t already know. God, how embarrassing would it be if she already knows he thinks she’s beautiful? Edo swallows and prays he isn’t invading her space too much. “Ele, I need to tell you something.” 

“Okay.” Her mouth forms the word carefully, and he has to force himself to look back at her eyes. Her big, amazing eyes. Hopefully, she doesn’t notice when his breath catches in his chest. “Tell me.” 

“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, I think,” he says and tries not to let his eyes widen too much as her hand pulls at his shirt a little more and her lips part and just the center of her brow raises, face opening. Fuck. Fuck, he’s so gone. “So fucking beautiful.” 

“Edo—” Not Edoardo, Edo. He can’t stop the smile forming on his face. 

“Hey, man.” Chicco claps him on the shoulder, startling him and Ele, and he tries not to get too annoyed. “Dina’s outside, complaining, and you know she likes you best.” 

“Chicco, really?” 

Chicco rolls his eyes. “Dude, she’s gonna call the cops if you don’t go charm her.” 

Edo really doesn’t want to, he’d much rather stay put and listen to whatever Ele was going to say, but Chicco starts pulling him out of the kitchen and he doesn’t have the best control of his body, at the moment, and winds up standing in the open doorway. Dina, their tiny little landlady, stands with her arms folded across her chest and he hopes with his whole soul that she’s feeling kind tonight. “Dina.” 

“Edo.” She’s frowning. This is not a good start. “What have I told you boys about the music?” 

The music that’s still currently playing just inside the apartment. He opens his mouth to say something, anything, but Dina’s furious gaze slides from his face to something next to him and turns immediately into something more pleasant. A small hand touches his back. “Now, who’s this?” 

He looks over his shoulder. Ele. Fuck. “Did you get a girlfriend and not tell me about her, Edoardo?” 

He panics for a moment, but Ele, amazing, fantastic, wonderful Ele, pulls his arm up around her shoulders and slides her arm around his waist. Forget combusting because she touched his chest, he might actually implode, now. Her body is so, so warm against his, even in the heat of the party, and she gives him a practiced smile before looking at Dina. “Yeah, we’ve only been dating for a little while, though. I’m Eleonora.” 

“Ondina.” Dina is smiling now, and reaches out to clasp Ele’s cheeks and plant kisses on them. “Ah, a girlfriend, just what Edo needs.” She reaches for his face, now, and he stoops so she can press a kiss there. “Oh, very good, very good.” 

Dina, so happy at the recent turn of events, toddles away with a sweet goodbye, leaving Edo standing in the open doorway, Ele still pressed into his side. “Fuck, thank you.” 

She steps back, leaning against the doorframe, and he mimics her. “Not a problem.” 

“Seriously, you saved my ass.” 

A wide, teasing grin cracks on her face and his heart spasms. God, she’s incredible. “Anything for the guy who thinks I’m the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen.” 

His own smile slips onto his mouth and he looks away. “Fuck.” 

“What, did you not mean it?” She asks, still amused, and her tone alone draws his eyes back to her face. “You’re drunk?” 

He bites his lip. “No, no, I mean it.” 

This smile kills him. “Good.” 

[nicolinocolino]

Write the cuddle party and group nap p l e a s e

“Are you coming to mine now? Or with the boys at three to study before the game?”

Nico hooks his elbow with Marti’s mid-skip and rests his head on his shoulder with soft wide eyes for a second, detaching once they’ve left the school yard. They start walking towards the bus stop, hands on the straps of their backpacks so they don’t absentmindedly hold them.

“Obviously now,” Nico teases, trying to sound offended that there was any other option. He bumps their shoulders together. “But can we take a nap? I’m tired.”

“I have to study,” Marti protests.

“Isn’t that what we’re doing at four?”

“I have to study a lot,” Marti presses, already halfway to caving in. “You can take a nap on my bed, though.”

Nico frowns — one of those pursed, half-smile frowns that crinkle his eyebrows and makes his eyes get all sparkly. He knows he’s cute and he’s using it to his advantage — you think Marti would have learned by now.

“At least lay with me until I fall asleep?” Nico begs.

Marti bites his bottom lip, hands on his hips when they get to the stop as the bus pulls up. “We’ll see.”

But they both know what that means.

Nico’s already dozed off halfway to Marti’s place, head leaned against the cool window. Marti has to wake him when they cross the Tiber into Ostiense, his tired eyes a little confused before his cheeks get cute and awkwardly pink.

His mom is still at work, so once the door is closed behind them Marti wastes no time leaning Nico against the wall to kiss his sleepy face — his forehead first, testing the waters. Then his temple, his cheek, the corner of his mouth which he can feel turn up in a smile. Then his lips, hands dropping his backpack to the floor so they can come up and hold his face.

Sometimes it sucks to be so on watch — to be afraid of Nico falling asleep on his shoulder because someone might follow them off the bus and do god knows what. Marti always stops these thoughts before they take shape in his head, because if anything ever happened to Nico —

Yeah. He just stops thinking about it. For now. Nico’s hands trailing over his neck to run through the hair on the back of his head dissolve them, as if he’s reaching into his brain to pull them out. Marti starts to smile so wide, lips so thin and cheeks so high they can barely call what they’re doing kissing.

Nico tilts his head, trying to deepen it.

“I thought you were tired?” Marti asks over it, pulling away.

“Just trying to get you to follow me to bed,” Nico hums, bumping their noses together.

“Okay, okay,” Marti caves, shoulders slouching and neck craned back with a little eye roll. “I’ll go tuck you in.” He pats Nico’s cheek with his palm twice, and they shed their coats and shoes and bags over chairs and doorknobs on their way to Marti’s room.

Nico practically jumps into the bed, covering himself with the duvet all the way up to his chin and smiling before opening it like a little cocoon to beckon Marti in.

When he lays down, Nico drapes his arm over his waist and folds himself into Marti — face in his neck, leg over his hip, chests pressed together. Just when Marti thinks he may be asleep, he tilts his head up after their breathing settles to kiss the bottom of Marti’s chin.

“Go to sleep!” Marti laughs, scooting back so he can look at Nico properly. He reaches over to place two fingers on his eyelids, closing them gently.

“You’re too cute, it’s distracting,” Nico smiles, shaking him off.

They just look at each other for a moment, giggles about to break the surface of the silence.

“So you’re just going to stare at me then?”

Nico nods, his head wobbly when he puts his tongue between his teeth. The smile reaches his tired eyes.

God Marti loves when he is happy. He loves him all the time, but Nico’s joy fills his heart so full it practically oozes with the overflow. It makes Marti’s insides soft and gentle, permeating out so that softness is written all over his face.

“Well then you can stare at the back of my head,” Marti teases, twisting under the blanket and turning his back to Nico.

Who just attaches to him all the same — nose at the nape of his neck, knees in the backs of his, arm around his middle finding the warm skin of his stomach under his shirt.

It’s too comfy. He’ll just close his eyes while he waits to hear Nico’s breathing deepen, even out.

“Scoot over.”

If there was one thing Marti was not expecting to wake up to, it was the sound of Luca’s voice — or to Gio’s head resting on his bent legs, his feet on Marti’s headboard as they lay in opposite directions. Or Elia curled up somewhere by his feet, head on Nico’s hip.

Marti’s eyes peel open, and he leans up to see them all somehow contorted enough to fit on his bed in a pile of twisted arms and long legs.

Luca is literally spooning Nico, kicking Elia below him.

“Your mom let us in,” Gio says warmly, his eyes closed and his hands folded over his stomach as if he could read Marti’s mind.

“Ugh,” Marti sighs, flopping back down. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

Nico lightly snores into the back of his neck, the grip on Marti’s middle absentmindedly tightening.

“Okay,” Gio chuckles. “Sure.”

“Elia, stop trying to wiggle your way up here!” Luca hisses, swatting his head.

“Luchi fuck you, I have no room.”

“I’m about to fall off the bed!”

There’s another sharp whap, presumably Luca hitting Elia again.

Nico groans.

“Nico! Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I meant to hit Elia, not you.”

Marti grabs the pillow under his head and aimlessly chucks it to the other side of the bed, hoping it’ll hit Luca square in the face.

Gio inhales sharply at the commotion. “Dude, my neck.”

“Sorry,” Marti settles again, reaching down to pat the top of Gio’s head perched on his thigh.

“It’s chill. Wait —” Gio sits up and shuffles over the mattress, his torso spread over all of them as he rifles through his backpack on the other side of it.

God he’s heavy, Marti makes sure to tell him that.

He can hear poor Nico in the middle of it all cough at the pressure, grumbling as he starts to wake up.

“— I brought my flash cards.”

Gio settles back down. He also has a textbook, which he drops on Elia’s leg with a loud thud.

“Are we really going to study on my bed?” Marti asks. He tries to get up, but Nico holds him still.

“I’m comfy,” he protests, his voice cracked and sleepy. “Except Luca —” Nico turns over, “your hand is basically on my ass.”

Marti blindly reaches over Nico and flails his arm, hand making contact with Luca’s neck sideways in a mistaken karate chop. “Get off him, idiot.”

“Hey! I love Nico too, okay,” Luca manages to choke.

“Alright,” Gio clears his throat. “Are we starting with philosophy, or Latin?”

[finderskeepersff]

64. Part 2

“Girl, why is your tree dead in the corner. What is happening?” looking behind me while hugging Cartier “don’t, I need to do it. Christmas is literally next week” glaring over at Cassius as he made his way out of the room, giving me Cartier like this. This boy is working my nerve, not a lie. I am just about ready to rip him a new asshole “you mean mugging? What happened” I sighed out “men happened, you right Gio. Men happened” I scoffed “but not you” looking down at Cartier “he loving your boobs, look at him. Resting his face on them, but I am shocked. What made you have another baby?” I shrugged “erm, it happened but also Gio. Cartier now has a sibling his age, they can grow up together. I mean Leyton and I are on different parts of our life, and I had to be his carer and I hated it because I was so much more older than him” feeling Cartier grab my bottom lip with his hand “true, that will be so sweet. You know what you look so well, like for a woman to be having another baby they would be dragged down, you are glowing. You look so happy too” I grinned at Gio “thank you, I try. I am happy to be a mother, I think a lot of girls want a career and I did but I always wanted to be a mother so I can give my love I never got into this child but it’s a pain, I won’t lie. I can get those moments where I wish I was not a mother but it is a bonus, to get that love from him” placing Cartier over my shoulder “I want to be a father, I really do. I wasn’t lying about you being my surrogate” I laughed “you want my babies huh? I don’t think my body will be ready for a third child, god. Not yet anyways” Cartier face planted into the side of my face “boy” moving my head away from him “what are you doing?” mean mugging him, he yelped out “ok, go and crawl” placing him on the floor “so yeah, send me the details and I am all yours” I smiled at Gio and then Cartier screamed out before he let out a cry, he is grumpy “what is it?” looking down at him as he used the couch to get up “what’s wrong” he is very emotional, he shuffled to me “ok you sit on my lap” I rolled my eyes “like this, you never know what their problem is” placing Cartier on my lap.

I am glad Gio left, I had to be all smiles there “why are you like this? Fruit is nice” swiping away the banana he just refused to eat “you need to try new things” pulling a face, my hand is full of his saliva and banana now. Getting up from the chair and making my way to the sink “you sure you want to get that close” rinsing my hand under the water “I might bite you” Cassius is clearly creeping into the kitchen and I can see him, he barely fucking speaks to me “how does it make you feel that a nigga would fuck me in a heartbeat and would dick me down, they find me sexy” drying my hands off, watching him intently “that ain’t the point” touching a nerve “that is the point, any nigga would love to sleep with me, still. Till this day Jordan is thinking about me but you are running? I mean that does mean you don’t want me sexually. That is fine” I laughed “you want him?” Cassius said “him? If he was going to keep me warm at night then why the fuck not” sitting down on the chair, crossing my leg over my left. Making sure my legs are exposed. Pushing the hoodie back a little more “I think it’s a compliment, he calls me little miss long legs. Probably running through his mind, but you? You can’t even sleep in the same bed as me, Cassius if you can’t dick me down then someone else will. I have had enough!” I barked, Cartier’ face went small when I shouted “not you baby but your dad, he’s a little bitch” grabbing Cartier’ breakfast.

Who would have thought, a known drug dealer is sulking in my kitchen. He is sat at the table sulking, who would have thought this but he has pushed me. I ain’t the same Sofia anymore, I am not having it and I will push his buttons “I want you to always love your partner, hold her at night. No matter the situation son, you love her” stroking Cartier’ cheek “I do love you?” pulling a face looking at Cartier “you hear him? Cause that is a ghost, because only a ghost can’t give me dick” I laughed “you want me dead? That is mean” I licked my lips and looked over at him again “tell me how you really feel Cassius? I have fucking moved on, I want you to have sex with me and you look at me like I am a fucking disease when I have men wanting me! You have done nothing but shy away from me, lie to me, making me feel I ain’t sexy but other men are making me feel that so there you have it” I shrugged “so you’re cheating on me” picking Cartier plate from the table “take it as you like, you need to fuck me for an answer” walking around the counter smiling to myself, I am actually not having his shit anymore. Placing the plate in the sink “I am being respectful” turning around, he is close “respectful? I don’t want it, I never asked you to be. I wanted sex with you! You fool!” he is being cute and it’s annoying me “after everything you doing me like this? I fucking love you, you idiot. I would do anything for you. Forgiveness, I have given you that and yet you can’t look at me like you want me” he thinks I am cheating so that is upsetting him more “you got another man? Who is it? Who is wanting you? Jordan!? I will kill him” I smirked “he just told Gio he missed my legs, but no. Next” this has been the closest he has been for a while, he closed the gap between us “you cheating on me?” he said again “what is it to you? I might bite you” he is angry, oh yes he is angry “it is to me Sofia, you’re with me!?” biting my bottom lip “and?” I breathed out “you’re pissing me off!” he spat, placing my hand just under his chin “good” I said in a whisper and shuffled away from him.

In real terms there is nobody and this is all a lie but I want him to fuck me, I want his dick and he better fucking cough up with that shit. Smiling at Cartier as he played with his toys in the bath tub, I am so thankful that he likes bath time, imagine if he didn’t then I would be doomed with that and he would create hell “aww you want mommy to have it” he held out the wet toy to me “awww, why thank you my baby boy” taking it from him smiling “you’re being giving, thank you. If only your dad would give up some dick to me, I hope I have a girl. One boy and one girl, how perfect is that?” I grinned, I chuckled at Cartier “if you don’t want me then say it” here he is “who said I don’t? I am just letting you know that you may not want to fuck me but other men do, so I want to know what you’re going to do about it?” throwing Cartier’ toy back in the bath, I still have Cassius hoodie on and honestly I have just some thong on under this “I will kill them” I smirked to myself, I find that hilarious “can you fuck me before you do” I sighed out, he is annoying.

Cartier fed, bathed and now asleep. What a morning, taking the hoodie off “you can follow me all you want, I am going to have a shower” Cassius eyes diverted to my breasts, he is looking at my body finally. Useless men, I just don’t get him sometimes and I am wide open for him. Putting the shower on, I am actually going to fucking ignore him now, because I have had about enough of bending backwards for him, for him to just love me. I have forgave him and he does not scare me, I love him. Stepping into the showes, I guess I can cry in the shower. The water will drown out my sobs and my tears will be swept away down the plug hole, I want him to love me so bad. Feeling the water hit my head and I breathed out “you really don’t want me” I groaned out, his voice is following me “Cass-” I stopped mid-sentence seeing Cassius naked, I can see penis and I have never been so happy “I never said I don’t, I just want you to understand that I forgive you, I want you touch me. I want you to hold me, I am not scared of you. I want you to love me Cassius.” Reaching for his hand “touch me” holding his hand and guided him into the shower “but I did you wrong Sofia, I did this?” he looked at my bump “you gave me another baby yes you did, and it’s a blessing” Cassius moved his hand away from mine, watching his hand travel to my stomach. Feeling his touch lightly on my stomach, I didn’t speak or move from him. He placed his hand on my bump “this is us” placing my hand a top of his, looking up at him “why are you teary eyed, Cassius?” he bit on his top lip “one thing I never wanted to do was to hurt you, you mean everything to me Sofia” smiling at him lightly “and so do you Cassius, I love you so much and what happened, happened. That does not bother me, I want you to forgive yourself” placing my hand on his chest stepping closer to him “I love you” pressing a kiss to his chest “I love you too” he mumbled.

Cassius dropped to his knees in front of me, looking down at him as he placed my right leg over his shoulder, my left still planted to the ground. I made no moves to stop him, he gently spread my folds and took one long hard lick, I placed my hand on the wall at the side of me. Cassius buried his face between my legs teasing my clit with his tongue causing me to moan out. My hands rushed to his head pushing him in deeper as he pushed his tongue into me. Flickering, sucking, biting, pinching. My head pressed against the shower wall, my eyes clenched shut as Cassius continued to work magic between my legs. Moans trembling from my lips while his tongue lapped up my essence. Feeling the warmth of Cassius tongue leave as he moved away, Cassius stood up and I couldn’t help but smile. Staring down at me with his hand resting on my thigh. He lowered his head and his lips captured mine, his tongue pushing it's way into my mouth.

Cassius stepped back and I know he is about to run off, if he does I will end it with him. Cassius licked his lips, he is thinking and now I am nervous, I cleared my throat. Cassius stepped towards me and took me by surprise, I wrapped my legs around his waist. My arms wrapping about his neck. Biting down on my bottom lip to hold in my cries as the head of his dick teased my opening before sliding home. My walls clenched him firmly as he thrust into me slowly “fuck” Cassius and I both said together, I held on to his shoulders as he pushed his dick in deeper and deeper, each thrust harder than the last. Cassius moaned still stroking me long and hard. My hands on Cassius face as I moaned out, my head hitting the wall behind me feeling euphoria. Cassius continued to thrust into me. Looking down at Cassius, he smiled before kissing me, his tongue slipping between my lips wrestling against mine. His movements were slow and steady, I broke the kiss and tossed my head back moaning out loud. Using Cassius shoulders as I met his rhythm, Cassius face contorted and I become even more aroused as he placed one of my nipples in his mouth. Feeling of his teeth nip at my sensitive bud made me feel even more wet, riding him as hard and fast as I could “oh fuck, Sofia!” he spat moving his head back, I clenched up and pressed my nails into his shoulder. My words were stuck in my throat as my body filled with pleasure so I instead allowed my moans do the talking. A tingling feeling seeped through my veins as every nerve in my body, Cassius groaned out, his head rested on my chest.

If I could dance I would, I got dick and I am happy. It fucking worked, lying works “so who is it that wants you?” Cassius asked, I knew he would ask “you want me?” I questioned “I know I do but you said some guy wants you” I giggled “I lied” I laughed out “I lied to get to you and it worked, sorry. Look it happened, you came to me” Cassius is not impressed “how are you feeling anyways? I feel great, I had some dick so there is that” he is not happy “I am happy” he is saying it but doesn’t look it “but what is annoying you?” fixing the towel on my head, this is about to fall from my head, a little gasp left my lips not realising Cassius came up from behind me, I looked up at the mirror smiling “so nobody wants you like that? You all mine?” I smiled “I am all yours, I am not interested anyways. Do you still find me sexy” I have to ask, seeing Cassius hands creep from around me, watching him from the mirror as he untied my robe and slowly opened it, he pressed a kiss on my neck and I rested back against him “you saying I don’t find this sexy” he opened my robe exposing my naked body “I just get nervous with you, you’re too precious” biting my bottom lip smiling, I can’t stop smiling. Looking to the side of me “I love you” pressing a kiss to his lips “I love too Cassius” I hope it’s the last of this business because I want him to be him.

[chilly-me-softly]

We need another part pleease

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

He’s in the common room, lying on the couch, twisting that phone around in his hands. Your contact on the screen. And he sighs when the screen goes black for the third time and he still hasn’t decided to click on your name.

That night at the club he doesn’t know what hit him the most, the fact that you hadn’t taken advantage of them and gone crazy or your laugh. How you laughed carefree and then at a certain point brought your hand in front of your mouth to cover it, as if you didn’t want to be seen. As if happiness didn’t belong to you.

He wasn’t good at texting, he was more of a phone caller, but he tried. After receiving your number from a third person, he sent you a message and didn’t expect a reply. But it arrived and he spent hours trying to answer it as politely as possible and ask you out sometime. Over and over again he had deleted what he had written, he didn’t like it or it seemed too much like a plea. Then it was too late and he told himself he would do it first thing the next morning. 

Then as if it was meant to be, he’d met you at that diner. He’d been going there a lot since he’d moved in, which wasn’t a long time anyway, but he’d never seen you there. He refused to believe he’d never noticed you. He was a little embarrassed because his message was still unanswered and he had sensed the hostility of talking to him, but he wouldn’t discuss the subject with his friends within walking distance.

So here he is trying to find the guts to call you. Damn he had never had a problem with the opposite sex, so why have any now with you? What’s so special about you?

He sighs again before sitting down and taking the phone to his ear, you probably won’t even take the call. One leg won’t stop hitting the floor while the other one is bent over it and he’s playing with his shoelaces.

“Hello?” a hesitant voice on the other side answers after five rings, you might not have answered but he wouldn’t have hung up so easily.

“Hi, it’s Gio” what a start, he curses himself while you tell him you know because you saved his number. A little smile is painted on his face though as he bites his lip. “I called because I’m not good with texting” he hears a giggle next to him and didn’t realize the room was almost full, so he decides to get up and leave. Walking might be the answer to his worries.

“I noticed” you answer and he’s not sure but from the tone of your voice you could be smiling.

“Do you want to meet up sometime?” he goes straight to the point because what’s he got to lose. Beyond his dignity.

“I don’t believe we should” you start and he runs his hand through his hair before asking, he has to do it to get it out of his system. “Have I done something wrong?”

“No, no. God no” you hurry to reply, “I have a line you can’t cross”

“Interesting. Would you like to talk about it over coffee?”

“Nice try but my answer is still no” you giggle and he copies you. “Sorry I’m in the library now”

“Oh yeah, sorry. Have a good day” you hang up and despite the rejection, he has a smile on his face. He doesn’t think he’ll give up so easily.

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It was only midday, and the sun streaming through the bare trees warmed his dark fur, but there was still a bite in the air that kept most indoors. The trail that wound its way through the surrounding woods was quiet, void of the joggers and hiking families that so often padded to and fro in the warmer months, but that was better for Theo anyway. He didn’t enjoy turning around others, and he was quite noticeable among the dull browns and greys of the dead vegetation. It was these cool days that he took time to stretch his legs and keep his animal instincts sharp - nothing worse than a werewolf that didn’t know how to be a wolf. It’d taken some time to get used to, but it was part of him now; while no one could shame him, it was best to keep sightings to a minimum. Every little noise, every smell, was so much more than he’d ever imagined when he was younger and only human. It was nice to just get out of the house, even away from packmates who were sometimes too nosy, and be alone. Only he wasn’t alone anymore. He could smell something - someone - who must have come along the trail while he was running in the deeper sections where no man-made path was forged. Theo stood still, ears twitching to determine if the stranger had passed by already or was headed his way - hoping for the latter as something about them smelled...so good.