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god, it's brutal out here | r.c.

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“And yet you’re still thinking of your ex,” Barry finished the sentence, rubbing his chin. “Why don’t you get back together with her?”

“She doesn’t want me.”

“God, fucking Country Club,” Barry snickered. “You’re fucking dense.”

OR; 5 times your friends share their unsolicited opinions about your and Rafe’s break up.

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

warnings: mention of c*caine

word count: 5,4k

author’s note: the long awaited sequel of so obsessed with your ex! this can be read as a standalone fic, but there are little easter eggs hidden all over, which will be more fun if you read the first part! it's a little bit longer than I had planned, but there was no way around it. I hope you enjoy it so so much!!!!

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I Wheezie

“Hey Wheeze.”

You had accepted the facetime without looking at your phone, keeping it rested on a shelf while you were halfway into your closet, trying to find a dress.

“Does Rafe have a new girlfriend??”

Pausing, you shut your eyes, letting out a silent exhale before you picked up the phone, giving Wheezie a wry smile through the camera.

“Nice to see you too.”

The girl only looked at you, unimpressed and her arms crossed. You sighed, running a hand through your hair, knowing you didn’t have a way out of this conversation. Grabbing your phone, you sat down on your bed.

“Yes, Rafe has a new girlfriend.”

“I knew it!” Wheezie shrieked, throwing her arms up, and you only shook your head in exasperation. The tendency for drama clearly was in the Cameron genes. Wheezie frowned, getting closer to your phone as she looked at you.

“Why am I more upset about this than you are?”

You bit back another sigh. “Because Rafe and I are broken up, Wheeze. He’s allowed to date other people, matter of fact, I’m really glad that he has moved on.”

“Bullshit!”

“Wheezie!”

Wheezie rolled her eyes, but she sat back down, crossing her arms over her chest again. “I don’t like her.”

“You don’t even know her,” you sighed, rubbing your temple, feeling a migraine coming on.

“This is crazy!” Wheezie exclaimed. “You and Rafe never should’ve broken up in the first place! Rafe is probably only dating her to make you jealous so you’ll take him back.”

You couldn’t help but snort at that, Wheezie clearly watched way too many rom-coms. She frowned at you.

“Why are you laughing? This isn’t funny, this is, like, super un-funny.”

“Because, Wheeze,” you started, plucking a feather out of your pillow. “This isn’t some 90’s rom-com where I see Rafe with Rebecca and suddenly a sad song is playing. This is real life. We are broken up.”

“I still don’t understand why.”

“Remember when we used to fight all the time? And I was just always sad?”

Wheezie was quiet, her lips still pursed. “Yeah. But that doesn’t mean anything. Couples fight all the time, doesn’t mean you just have to break up.”

“Yes, couples fight all the time and they don’t have to break up, but it was the right decision for me and Rafe,” you said, your tone final. Wheezie looked at you, her frown slowly smoothing down.

“If you say so,” she muttered, not quite convinced. She stared down at her chipped finger nails, before she looked up again. “Can we still talk?”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Of course we can still talk, why wouldn’t we?”

“I don’t know… I mean, you’re gonna find a new boyfriend and maybe he has a younger sister as well and then I’ll just be your ex’s younger sister.”

“Wheeze,” you said, fondly, knowing where she was coming from. You had been in her life for most of her teenage years, it must be weird not having you around anymore. “We’ll still talk, no matter if I get a new boyfriend or not, even if he has a cool younger sister, or even three.”

Wheezie smiled, rolling her eyes at you. “You’re so dumb.”

“Yet you still want me around,” you teased. “How about you, Sar and I go get some ice cream and then to the movies this weekend?”

“Sounds good,” Wheezie replied with a big smile. She paused when someone called her name from somewhere in the house, before she turned back to her phone. “I gotta go, Rose needs me. I’ll text you later.”

“Alright, Wheeze. Talk to you later, be good.”

Wheezie waved into the camera, before the facetime ended. Your smile dropped and you tossed your phone on your bed with a sigh, letting yourself fall back on your bed. Even six months after the break up it was still hard to talk about Rafe, and now that he had a new girlfriend, you thought it’d be easier to get over him, but all it did was hurt more. It didn’t help that Rafe was still texting you every now and then. Nothing scandalous, just small texts, but you never replied. You both agreed on no contact after the break up, because you thought it’d give you a better opportunity to heal. You should’ve known he’d break it. Picking up your phone, you unlocked it, swiping to your messages.

Rafe [11/30/23: 1:43 am]: couldn’t sleep. remember when we took out the boat at two am bc we both drank a red bull at ten?

Rafe [11/30/23: 11:22 am]: sorry, i was drinking. didn’t mean to text you. hope you’re doing good

Rafe [12/25/23: 2:44 pm]: merry christmas. it’s weird without you.

Rafe [01/01/24: 01:02 am]: happy new year’s.

Rafe [01/05/24: 9:56 pm]: are you really not gonna text me back?

Rafe [01/27/24: 3:07 am]: i miss you

Rafe [02/12/24: 12:05 pm]: saw you at the party last night. you looked so fucking pretty. took everything in me not to talk to you.

Rafe [03/01/24: 7:12 pm]: idk if you care or not, but i still wanted to let you know. i’m seeing someone

You never replied to any of the texts, knowing it was for the better. You could block him, but you never brought it over your heart to do so, telling yourself you wanted him to reach you in case of emergency, but deep down, you didn’t want to block him.

Just incase.

II Barry

“Want some C?” Barry asked as greeting, presenting Rafe a small baggie with white powder in it as soon as he walked onto the lot.

“Nah,” Rafe declined, already feeling jittery enough without it, “Won’t say no to a beer though.”

Barry let out a grunt, tossing the baggie on the table, disappearing inside the trailer. Rafe took a seat in one of the chairs, running his hand over his buzzed head, bouncing his leg nervously. He had needed to get out of the house for a while. Ever since Rebecca pulled the picture out of the drawer, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Again.

Which is fucked up, really. He thought he got over you, he didn’t want to be the guy who thought about his ex while having a whole ass girlfriend. The door to the trailer opened with a slam, Barry exiting with two beer cans, handing Rafe one of them. The can was ice cold in his hands, and the cold liquid helped with his racing heart. He let out a sigh, rubbing a thumb over his eye brow. Rafe took another gulp of the beer, almost drinking the entire can in one go, while Barry watched him, assessing.

“You good?”

Rafe nodded, setting the can on the table.

“Yeah, jus’ stressed.”

“Work, or…?”

Barry trailed off without finishing his sentence and Rafe didn’t answer, wiping a finger over his jaw, which was clenched to the max.

Barry eyed him skeptically, leaning back in his chair. “How’s Mrs. Country Club?”

Rafe let out a loud sigh, tipping his head back, like he always did when he was annoyed with Barry.

“Barry, I don’t know if all the drugs you’re taking are starting to get to your memory, but we broke up.”

“Don’t be fucking rude,” he said, kicking Rafe’s chair. Not hard enough for it to tip over, but hard enough for Rafe to grip onto the arm rests, glaring at his friend. “How’d you know I wasn’t talking ‘bout your new girl?”

“Because you always call her Becky,” Rafe pointed out, giving him a look.

Barry shrugged, taking a sip from his beer. “You still know who ‘m talking about, so what’s the problem?”

“Problem is, it’s disrespectful. You know that’s not her name.”

“You’re still hung up on your ex while dating Becky, so who’s really disrespecting her?”

Rafe’s head shot up and the glare he sent Barry was deadly.

“Fuck this shit, and fuck you,” he snapped, pushing himself up from the chair, but Barry grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

“Boy, sit down.”

Rafe scowled at him, before sitting back down, crossing his arms over his chest like a petulant child. He did not come all the way out to the cut to get called out like this.

“If you came here to be coddled, you went to the wrong person.”

“I don’t need to be coddled,” Rafe muttered with an eyeroll. “Just wanted to let off some steam.”

“So?” Barry snorted, waving his hands around. “Steam away.”

Rafe scoffed, scooting down in his chair, shaking his head. “Do you think I want to think of her? I fucking hate feeling like this. Bex is nice, and she’s hot. And yet-”

“And yet you’re still thinking of your ex,” Barry finished the sentence, rubbing his chin. “Why don’t you get back together with her?”

“She doesn’t want me.”

“God, fucking Country Club,” Barry snickered. “You’re fucking dense.”

“Nah, you don’t fucking get it, “ Rafe sneered, leaning his head in his hands. And he didn’t, not really. Which really wasn’t his fault. Rafe just didn’t want to talk about the break up with his friends. Physically couldn’t. Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t told anyone why you broke up. Just made it feel all to real, he guessed.

“Nah, you’re right, I don’t,” Barry said, shaking his head. “All I know is, one day you’re all fucking sunshine and the next you’re more emo than that Friday girl.”

“What?” Rafe asked, lifting his head to stare at Barry in confusion.

Barry waved him off. “You know, that freaky girl from Netflix with the black lipstick.”

“Do you mean Wednesday?”

“Yeah, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, all the same to me,” Barry huffed. “Point is, life’s too fucking short to do things that don’t make you happy.”

“Bex makes me happy.”

Barry gave him a long, hard look, squinting his eyes at him. “Yeah, right. Whatever makes you sleep at night.”

Rafe stared back at him before shaking his head, finishing the last of his beer before crushing the empty can in his hand, declining to answer, because he knew he couldn’t convince Barry.

He wasn’t even convinced himself.

III Topper

top [05/03/24: 4:06 pm]: gonna be at alex’s later tonight with rafe and rebecca just fyi if you wanted to come

mrs. rafe [05/03/24: 4:57 pm]: k, thanks for letting me know

—— NEW MESSAGE ——

top [05/04/24: 1:37 am]: can you pick me up?

It was Saturday night, a little past your bedtime for a night in. You were getting ready for bed, exiting the bathroom when your phone buzzed in your hand. Lifting it, you read the new text, not quite believing he’d make you do this. What the fuck was he thinking asking you to pick him up? Shaking your head in disbelief, you typed out an answer.

mrs. rafe [05/04/24: 1:41 am]: topper no

Before you could put the phone away, your phone already buzzed with an answer, and you nearly didn’t want to read whatever lame ass excuse he came up with, your hand stilling when your eyes flit over his text.

top [05/04/24: 1:41 am]: please, i don’t want to get a ride with rafe and rebecca

top [05/04/24: 1:41 am]: she asked me so many questions about you and i can’t be around rafe rn or i’ll tell him

mrs. rafe [05/04/24: 1:45 am]: … fine

mrs. rafe [05/04/24: 1:47 am]: you’re so annoying

Cursing Topper and yourself for not going to bed sooner, you put on a sweatshirt and grabbed your keys and purse, typing out another text before you headed out of the house, getting into your car.

mrs. rafe [05/04/24: 1:49 am]: be there in ten

top [05/04/24: 1:50 am]: omg i owe you <3

Barely ten minutes later, you pulled up in front of Alex’ house, looking out for Topper, before you spotted him underneath a tree. You rolled to a stop next to him, giving him the most unimpressed look.

“You’re a lifesaver,” Topper groaned, getting into the car, shutting the door behind him.

You rolled your eyes, pulling off the curb without another word, driving towards Topper’s house.

“I’m really sorry for asking you to come get me, but Rafe was looking for me and I had too much to drink already to lie in his face,” Topper said, leaning his back against the headrest, shutting his eyes.

You desperately wanted to know what Rebecca had asked but you didn’t want to come off as the nosy ex, even if this was Topper. So as nonchalantly as you could, you asked: “What did you talk about?”

“Jesus,” Topper said, running a hand through his hair. “She asked me how you guys broke up and wanted details, too. Was super insistent, I was kinda scared actually.”

Okay, so just normal sussing out the ex, you could deal with that.

“What did you say?”

“That it was a mutual break up and I didn’t know why you broke up, just that you suddenly disappeared from each other’s lives.”

You sighed. That was the vaguest answer you’d ever heard.

“Why didn’t you just tell her why we broke up?”

Topper glanced at you, his brows knitted together.

“How can I tell her something I don’t know?”

“What?”

You slammed on the breaks, nearly sending Topper flying through the windshield because the idiot hadn’t buckled up, while you stared at him.

“What do you mean you don’t know why we broke up?”

“I don’t!” Topper exclaimed. “Rafe refuses to talk about it and you never told me either.”

“Because I assumed Rafe has told you! It’s been like six months!”

Blinking at Topper, it took you a few seconds to process, jumping when someone honked their horn at you, when you remembered you had stopped in the middle of the street.

“Shit,” you muttered, shifting gears to keep on driving, eyes flitting to Topper repeatedly.

“So…” he started. “Why did you guys break up?”

You gripped the steering wheel so tightly your knuckles turned white, letting out a deep breath. When you had left to come pick Topper up, you hadn’t expected having to tell him why you and his best friend had broken up.

“I was getting so worried about him. He was so stressed about the company every day, took home so much work and Ward was breathing down his neck to keep the numbers up. I told him that I thought he should take a step back, maybe take a break or something, tried to convince him of going on a trip or something, but the more I said, the more he seemed to be pushing himself into work. It got so bad that we were fighting basically every day, and it just wasn’t working anymore. It felt like we were going in circles.”

You cleared your throat when you felt yourself getting choked up, vision turning a little blurry from the tears in your eyes.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Topper exclaimed, patting himself down, looking for some tissues.

“Don’t worry about it,” you snorted, wiping your tears away with the sleeves of your sweatshirt. You were so wrapped up in trying to retell the break up, you hadn’t even noticed that you already reached Topper’s house. “I shouldn’t even still be getting so worked up over this after all this time,” you sniffed, turning your car off.

Topper looked at you, with that typical look on his face and you rolled your eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that. I can’t believe Rafe hasn’t told you.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Honestly? I think he might be in denial about it.”

You scoffed at him, shaking your head. Why was everyone so hung up over your break up?

“It’s been six months.”

Topper didn’t reply, his hand on the car door and you expected him to bid you good bye, but that was too easy.

“… Do you think you guys will get back together?”

“He has a girlfriend, Top.”

“Still. I don’t think that Rafe and Rebecca are gonna last very long.” Topper looked at you, pressing his lips together, before shaking his head. “Sorry. Thanks for coming and for getting me home. Text me if you need anything, okay?”

You nodded, giving him a small wave, and waited until he got out of the car, shutting the door behind him, before you turned your car on, pulling off.

“What the fuck,” you muttered to yourself, wiping the rest of the tears off as you drove home.

IV Kelce

“Kelce!”

Kelce looked up from the pool table, a smile growing on his face when he saw Rafe come down the basement, his friend wrapping an arm around him for a brief hug.

“Happy birthday, man,” Rafe said, handing Kelce a bottle of the expensive whiskey he always drank when he was at Rafe’s but too stingy to buy it for himself.

“Ah shit, you didn’t have to,” Kelce uttered, though his eyes were sparkling as he looked at the bottle in his hands. He handed the pool stick to one of the guys next to him, leading Rafe to the bar. He grabbed two glasses from the shelves, pouring Rafe and himself a good amount, offering one of the glasses to him.

“Cheers to you.”

The two clinked their glasses, before sipping on the whiskey. Kelce really enjoyed it, too, with the way he closed his eyes, and Rafe only snorted in his glass. Kelce peaked his eye open, shoving his friend fondly with a grin.

“Rebecca here?”

“Yeah, upstairs.”

Kelce hummed in thoughts, nodding absentmindedly. He stared into his glass, swishing the amber liquid around before he spoke up again.

“You know she’s here, too, right?”

Rafe tensed, knowing exactly that Kelce was talking about you, but he had expected it. Firstly, because you and Kelce had always been friends, and secondly because he had heard Sarah making plans with you to go together. Didn’t mean this felt any less of a punch to the gut. He really hoped he wouldn’t run into you, because he wasn’t quite sure what he’d do; all he knew was, that Bex wasn’t gonna like it. Rafe cleared his throat, forcing himself to sound nonchalant.

“I figured, yeah.”

“That okay?” Kelce asked, and Rafe was starting to get annoyed, rolling his eyes. Why was Kelce questioning him about you on his damn birthday? He tried to dampen his anger though, not wanting to ruin the night.

“Yes. It’s your birthday, man.”

As soon as those words left his mouth, Rafe knew he did a shit job of hiding his emotions, and Kelce eyed him suspiciously.

“I don’t get you guys,” he sighed, crossing his arms over his chest. “You got a new girl, but you still haven’t gotten over your ex, clearly, but every time I mention her, you act like it’s the worst thing in the world, but neither of you have said a bad word about the other.

Rafe scoffed, though his heart started to race at the thought of you talking about him. He wondered what you had said, if you cared enough to ask about him, or if you had long moved on.

“Are you ever gonna tell me why you guys broke up?”

“Maybe next time.”

Kelce gave him a wry smile, knowing this was Rafe avoiding the topic again. He lifted his head when more people starting coming down the basement, curling his hand around Rafe’s shoulder to give him a squeeze.

“I really hope you figure it out bro, because this right now is not it.”

He then excused himself to welcome the new arrivals and Rafe gripped his glass, before downing it in one go.

“Alright, who wants to get destroyed in a round of pool?” he asked, clapping his hands together as he approached the pool table. Anything to stop himself from going upstairs to look for you.

V Sarah

“Oh my god, I thought you were gonna keep talking to her forever!”

You gave Sarah a look. She hadn’t even waited a minute after you left Rebecca on the couch before she started talking about her.

“I don’t have a problem with her.”

Sarah groaned, linking her arm with yours as to not lose you in the crowd that has formed in Kelce’s house. You were glancing around, hyper aware that you could run into Rafe any second, but you didn’t want Sarah to notice.

“I don’t understand how you can be so chill. Did you not see the picture she had in her purse?”

You sighed, brushing your hair back over your shoulder. Was this ever going to stop? “Sar, please.”

“Hello?? That was super freaky.”

“Maybe she was just cleaning up and wanted to throw it in the trash and forgot it in her purse.”

Sarah laughed dryly, shaking her head. “Bullshit! Admit that you find it weird.”

“Okay, maybe it is a little weird,” you admitted. “But don’t you do things that are a little weird sometimes? Maybe she’s just a little insecure. Which I wouldn’t blame her for, you’re so mean. Shouldn’t you try and be her friend or something?”

“Why? She’s not gonna be around much longer anyways, and I already have a friend.”

You rolled your eyes, fishing your keys out of your purse to unlock your car. Again with the sentiment that Rafe and Rebecca weren’t gonna last much longer. You decided against deeming that statement with an answer and got into your car, with Sarah getting into the passenger seat.

“Do you want to grab some burgers?” She asked, buckling up, like she hadn’t just told you that your ex and his new girlfriend weren’t gonna last.

You gave her a look as you tossed your purse to the back.

“What do you mean do I want to grab burgers? I thought you wanted to leave because you’re meeting John B early in the morning.”

Sarah blinked at you, before she reached out to give you a shove on the forehead. “I was lying so we could get away, stupid.”

“Oh my god,” you groaned, starting your car as Sarah protested.

“What? I was getting weirded out by you being all besties with Rafe’s new girlfriend. I don’t even understand how you can be so nice to her knowing she’s all up on your man.”

“Pray tell, who’s my man again?”

“Don’t even,” Sarah huffed. “You guys dated forever, I know you still love each other. And let me tell you one thing,” she said, raising her eyebrows at you. “If you got a new boyfriend? Rafe would not be this nice to him like you were to Rebecca.” With that, Sarah crossed her arms over her chest, settling back against her seat.

You only sighed, starting your car in silence.

“Do you want to get burgers now or not?” you asked, extending a peace offer while looking over at Sarah. She glowered at you, before nodding with an eyeroll.

“Yes.”

BONUS + I Rafe

“I did, at the party last night… She said she’s happy that you have me, that she was worried about how you work too much.”

Rafe pushed the pasta on his plate around with his fork, too engrossed in his thoughts to even think about eating. He didn’t even notice how Dennis had stopped talking. Rafe looked up from his plate, only to see Dennis look at him intently, an amused grin on his face.

“Sorry, were you saying something?”

“I was saying a lot, but you seemed like you were on a completely different planet,” Dennis noted, wiping his mouth with a napkin. Rafe winced, putting his fork down.

“Sorry, I have a lot on my mind.”

“I can tell,” Dennis mused. “Trouble in paradise?”

“Something like that.”

Rafe sighed, leaning back in his chair. Ever since you broke up, Rafe has been assuming that you didn’t care about him anymore, that you had long moved on from him and your relationship. He thought that you resented him, blamed him for the break up, which was honestly the main reason why he went back to the dating scene so quickly; to get over you. But hearing that you still cared about him? Enough to be nice to his new girlfriend and even ask about him? He wondered if there was still a chance for him and you to be together again.

If it weren’t for the fact that he already had a girlfriend.

“Can I give you some unsolicited advice, son?”

“Do I have a choice?” Rafe asked with a wry grin and Dennis only let out a belly laugh, shaking his head.

“Rafe, most relationships these days end because of your own ego, from both parties. No matter how big the fight or problem seems, will it really be that important in hindsight?” Dennis asked him. “How long have you an your girl been together? Almost 5 years, no?”

Rafe nodded, not daring to correct Dennis. He had never outright told him that you had broken up in the first place.

“See, that’s half a decade. I can assure you, in another half, you’re not even gonna remember this fight.”

Yeah, I don’t know about that, Rafe thought.

“Do you love her?”

Turning his ring on his finger, Rafe let out a soft exhale, before nodding. “Yeah, I do.”

“See. Problem solved.”

Rafe lifted his head to grin at Dennis.

“Thanks. Is it okay if we cut today short?”

“Sure,” Dennis said, waving Rafe off when he reached for his wallet. “Lunch is on me. Go get your girl.”

“I will,” Rafe promised, pushing his chair back to stand up. “I just gotta take care of something else first.”

BONUS + II You

You were staring at your phone, text thread with Rafe open. It was Saturday night; you and Sarah had went out to a small beach party. Sarah had gone to fill her drink back up and you had used that time of solace to overthink. About Rafe.

For the past few week, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. And you blamed your friends for it, really. First Wheezie, then Topper and then Sarah? Somehow all of them said that the break up was the worst idea, and even though you had always second guessed the choice to break up, this was the first time you actually actively regretted it.

The way Sarah seemed so sure that Rafe and Rebecca weren’t going to last long. Maybe you were wrong and they weren’t as happy as you thought. But then again, it wasn’t any of your business, was it? Who were you to put your nose into their relationship?

God, you shouldn’t be doing this.

“How long does Sarah need to fill her drink back up?” You muttered to yourself, finishing your vodka soda and burying the cup in the sand next to you, when you heard foot steps approaching.

“Finally! I was about to send a search group out for you!” you exclaimed, standing up and dusting the sand off your lap. “Seriously, how long does it take for-”

You froze when you turned around just to see Rafe standing in front of you, instead of Sarah. Swallowing thickly, you blinked at him, caught off guard.

“Rafe, hey,” you said, opting for casual. “Sorry. I thought you were Sarah.”

The corners of Rafe’s mouth twitched. “Yeah, I could tell.”

You looked at him, sighing a bit wistfully (mostly) internally, before you shifted on your feet nervously. “It was nice to see you,” you said, and it was true. “But um… I think I’ll go look for Sarah.” You gave him a small smile, before walking towards, and then past him.

“You’re still worried about me.”

You let out a startled laugh, pausing mid-step to turn back to him. “What?”

“You told Rebecca that you were glad that I had her and that you worried I work too much.”

“Of course I’m still worried about you,” you huffed, brushing your hair back. “You can’t be surprised about that.”

Rafe looked at you, and you could tell that this was news to him.

“Rafe.”

Rafe let out a sigh, rubbing his forehead. “You didn’t reply to any of my texts. I thought you were mad at me or somethin’.”

“I didn’t reply to any of your texts because we said we’d do no contact for a while.

“Still,” Rafe muttered, kicking a rock. “I didn’t think it would be so easy for you-”

“And because you were happy with Rebecca, do you think it’s easy for me to see you with someone else?”

“I broke up with Rebecca last week.”

“What?!”

Mouth agape, you stared at him and Rafe only rubbed the back of his neck. “She… Wasn’t what I wanted.”

“Oh,” you only said, letting out a soft exhale. “I’m sorry about that.”

Rafe sighed, stuffing his hands into his pockets. His gaze was trained on the floor for a bit, before he lifted his head to look at you.

“I want to try again… I want us to try again.”

“Rafe…”

You swallowed thickly, your eyes wide and you didn’t move as Rafe took a step towards you, reaching for your hand. Your fingers were cold in his but they quickly warmed to his touch, and the way he laced his fingers with yours, felt all too familiar.

“I love you. I never should have agreed to breaking up. It was arguably the second stupidest thing I’ve ever done.”

“And what’s the stupidest?” you asked, corners of your mouth lifting.

“Not listening to you when you were just trying to help,” he answered, looking down at you, so vulnerable like you hadn’t seen him in a long time. “I rearranged my schedule at the company so I could take on less work, take more time off and relax. Take the time to get us to where we were before it all went shitty.”

Your heart was in your throat as you listened to him talk, unsure what to say.

“Rafe, I don’t know… “

“Baby, please,” he begged, squeezing your hand. “Do you love me, still?”

You scoffed. “That’s not fair.”

“Why? Because you do?”

“Of course I still love you,” you mumbled, looking up at him through your lashes. “Do you know how hard it was for me to ignore your texts? To see you with another girl, so happy?”

Rafe shook his head, lifting his hand to tuck your hair behind your ear. “I wasn’t. Not really.”

You let out another sigh, looking at the way your hands were intertwined, how your heart had stopped racing, before you nodded, looking up at him. “Okay. Let’s do it.”

A smile spread across Rafe’s face, so big it was so uncharacteristic for him.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

It was like that word switched a flip inside of him, as he grabbed you by your nape gently, to kiss you, slotting his lips against your, and as your lips touched, it felt like you were finally home again. You only pulled away to breathe, both of you staring at each other like you couldn’t quite realize this was happening.

Sarah [05/11/2024: 10:45 pm]: (sent to 4 contacts) [picture attached: blurry photograph of you and Rafe kissing at the beach]

Topper [05/11/2024: 10:46 pm]: thank god.

Kelce [05/11/2024: 10:51 pm]: FINALLY!

Wheezie [05/11/2024: 10:59 pm]: !!!!!!

Barry [05/11/2024: 11:02 pm]: read at 11:02 pm

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pedroscurls · 3 months ago

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The reader and Hugh are in bed in the morning and the reader has to get up for work but Hugh doesn't want her to leave so pulls her back in bed in a big bear hug and she calls In sick 😉

bad influence (one-shot)

summary: already running late for work, hugh convinces you to call in sick. pairing: hugh jackman x fem!reader tags / warnings: fluff, brief suggestive sexual content (18+), no use of y/n word count: 913 a/n: to the anon who sent this in - i'm so sorry it took me a while to post this! hope you enjoy regardless. and as always, this is purely fictional! i mean no disrespect to hugh jackman.

You awake with a jolt, glancing at the clock and realizing that you’ve slept through your alarm. You glance over to the man next to you who’s stirring awake at your sudden movements. He’s lying on his back, shirtless with an arm behind his head as his eyes slowly begin to flutter open.

“Oh my god, I’m going to be late!” you exclaim, trying to scramble out of bed and bringing the sheet with you. Last night had been amazing and you hadn’t expected to spend the night with Hugh. It had only been your third date with him, but throughout the night, there had been a lingering tension of what the night would bring.

When he invited you back to his place after dinner, you were excited to accept. To be able to spend uninterrupted time with him behind closed doors without worrying about someone asking for a picture or an autograph was something you were looking forward to. You had both been sitting on the couch – you with your glass of wine and him with his – before the effects of alcohol coursed through your veins and gave you the courage to straddle his lap.

He had looked up at you in surprise, but with an excited look in his eyes. Hugh had immediately rested his hands on your hips and groaned to himself when you pressed yourself further into him. He wanted to be a gentleman, wanted to be respectful of you and your boundaries, but the more time he spent with you, the more he found it difficult to keep the pent up frustration to himself. His hand could only do so much and he was finding that he needed more relief. He needed you.

So, when you agreed to come over to his place, Hugh was excited. Not only because of what could happen, but because he was starting to like you more and more with each date. He didn’t want to scare you away, but you had promised him that his lifestyle wouldn’t deter you from pursuing a relationship with him. And it was true. When fans came up to him, you gave him the space and distance he needed but also went so far as to offer to take the picture for the fans; you knew how important Hugh’s fans were to him.

When the paparazzi would follow him, you’d be right there by his side, just as polite and kind as he was. He knew that not many people could fit into his life, especially after the success of Deadpool & Wolverine, but you managed to fit in so well – like you had always belonged by his side.

And last night… Well last night was amazing. Falling asleep with you in his arms had lulled him to a deep slumber and it had been a very long time since he had a good night’s rest. Hugh had convinced you to just spend the night, that he’d wake up early today to make sure you leave on time for work, but he was just too comfortable. Too relaxed with you by his side that he had slept through his own alarm too.

When he hears you mumble under your breath, followed by your sudden movements, Hugh slowly opens his eyes. He sees you from the corner of his eyes lifting the sheet above your chest, covering yourself. He grins to himself, having remembered that you both had fallen asleep naked.

“What are you doing?” he whispers, the hand behind his head reaching out to gently rest on your lower back as you sit up.

“I’m going to be late for work, Hugh,” you answer. “I should be at home, already on the way to leave and–”

“Take the day off,” Hugh interjects, eyes gazing up at you. “Spend it with me.”

“Hugh, I can’t. I have a big project that I need to get done.”

“Will it be done today?” Hugh asks.

“Well, no, but–”

“Then at least you’ll have something you can do tomorrow.” Hugh smirks.

You shake your head and go to climb out of his large bed before his arm snakes around your waist to pull you back into bed. He turns on his side and pulls your body flush against him as your back rests against his chest.

“Hugh…” you whisper, feeling his naked body press against you from behind. You can feel his lower half begin to harden, begin to stir awake at the close proximity.

“Call in sick, baby,” he mumbles, lips lowering to pepper soft kisses along the back of your bare shoulder. Hugh’s hand slowly dips lower past your abdomen, inching closer and closer to the place between your legs.

“You’re a bad influence,” you whimper, rolling back into him as your hand reaches down to grip his wrist.

Hugh grins against you, leaning up to gently nibble at your earlobe. “I’ll take as much time with you as I can get, baby. Now, let me have my breakfast, yeah?”

You’re about to ask him what he means before he moves to hover above you, lowering himself further and further down the bed until he disappears underneath the sheets. You feel his breath against the inside of your leg and when he licks a stripe up the center of your sex, your back arches and you reach down to grip onto his hair.

“God, good morning to me,” you whisper, eyes falling shut as you let out a quiet moan.

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sonadowwiki · 1 month ago

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The Intimate Relationship Between Sonic and Shadow

In the ending scene for Sonic Adventure 2 in Japanese, Sonic sadly says on his own as he looks out to Earth from the ARK: "疲れた... きゅうきょくせいめいたいか?" Which translates to: "Worn-out... Ultimate Lifeform?"

疲れた = Worn-out

きゅうきょく = Ultimate

せいめいたい = Lifeform

Though there are no subtitles for this scene, if you listen closely, you can hear Sonic say: "tsukareta," which means worn-out like you're exhausted. Sonic asks this sadly to himself as he looks down before he is interrupted. After brushing his sorrow aside so that it's not seen by others, before Sonic leaves the ARK, he says: "Adiós, Shadow the Hedgehog..." which means good-bye in Spanish.

This scene doesn't get translated correctly in English and the true meaning of this scene was lost in translation.

If we think back to previous scenes in the game, when Sonic was shot out of the ARK in a capsule, he was able to use a fake Chaos Emerald to Chaos Control into the ARK before it exploded. How Sonic got back into the ARK after defeating the BioLizard could have been the same or he flew back with what little energy he had left. Before Sonic told Shadow about how he used a fake Emerald to Chaos Control out of the capsule, Shadow watched as the capsule exploded and said to himself that it ended up that Sonic was an ordinary hedgehog after all due to thinking he died in the explosion. After seeing Sonic again and he was told how he escaped the explosion, it surprised and intrigued Shadow.

This scene can be seen as a parallel to not only when Shadow was also shot out of a capsule by Maria, but also the ending credits when Sonic looked out of the ARK while he waited to see if Shadow would also do the same as him and Chaos Control into the ARK after the battle. Once he saw that he wasn't going to appear, Sonic became extremely saddened and realized that Shadow was too tired to Chaos Control back and make a surprise appearance. But even if Sonic knew that Shadow might have not made it beforehand when giving his limiter to Rouge, he still hung onto a small sliver of hope that he would make a surprising comeback like he did.

With this knowledge, the ending lines saying for heroes to rest easy makes more sense since Sonic states that Shadow was too tired/worn-out. An image of Shadow even appears after the phrase to show that the words were for Shadow.

Another scene to take into account is the time they both turned Super. When they turned Super, it can be assumed that the Chaos Emeralds connected the two in a way that can only be seen with one's heart. This can be assumed because it was only after they turned Super together that the two became extremely concerned for one another (in the battle with the Final Hazard), fought as one, were in sync, looked out for each other, saw each other in high regard, and believed/trusted in one another with all their heart. Perhaps at that moment they turned Super, their hearts were connected and they both saw each other as equals and for who they are inside. It's possible that their hearts were so connected that when Shadow heard Maria's voice while they were Super, Sonic could have heard her too through Shadow. This can be assumed due to the slight turn of Sonic's head as if he's listening and how he waited until she was done talking to tell Shadow that now was the moment to use Chaos Control together.

At that moment when Shadow decided to help, perhaps the Chaos Emeralds helped Sonic understand who and what type of person Shadow was because even if he was manipulated to destroy the world at first, Shadow was willing to sacrifice himself to save the very people he thought deserved to suffer. And with that, Sonic gained a newfound respect and care for Shadow since he saw what a pure and good person he was deep down. This was the case so much so that the Emeralds responded in kind with their miracles and accepted in making Shadow Super as well.

Another thing to take into account is how after this game, it makes more sense as to why Sonic constantly looks for Shadow or tries to get his attention. Because Sonic saw Shadow seemingly die once despite seeing how capable and strong he is by being an equal to him in Sonic Adventure 2, he looks out for Shadow to make sure that it doesn't happen again like it was mentioned in the Sonic x Shadow 2021 July Calendar Story.

"Only the [moon] overlooking the bustling city seemed to be watching over that shadow forever and ever."

This can also explain why the two constantly rival each other at times since Sonic could be checking on Shadow's well-being, just like Shadow watches over Sonic's (Sonic Colors DS, Sonic Forces, Team Sonic Racing, Sonic x Shadow 2021 July Calendar Story).

[Sonic Colors DS - Asteroid Coaster Mission 1]

[Sonic Colors DS - Asteroid Coaster Completing Mission 1]

[Sonic Colors DS - Shadow worried for Sonic's well-being after completing the mission]

[Sonic Colors DS - Asteroid Coaster Mission 2]

[Sonic Forces - Shadow Protects Sonic at Sunset Heights]

[Sonic Forces Episode Shadow - Shadow concerned for Sonic's safety]

[Team Sonic Racing - Shadow saw that Sonic was capable after racing him, so he says that he can join him in defeating Eggman]

[Sonic x Shadow 2021 July Calendar Story - Shadow tests Sonic but also tries to get him away from joining him in his mission]

[Sonic doesn't listen or adhere to Shadow's wishes and goes to find what Shadow could be doing in order to help him]

[Both work together in sync to neutralize the bomb threat]

It has been stated and shown that Sonic and Shadow are the ones who understand each other the most. Though the both of them understand each other the most since their fight together as Supers in Sonic Adventure 2 and understand that they're capable, they both still look out for each other because of that understanding and care for one another. Perhaps it is due to the event of when they turned Super together, that they share an intimate relationship with each other as stated in the Sonic x Shadow 2021 July Calendar Story. And from that event, also gained understanding, respect and care that formed from the events; from the Chaos Emeralds' miracle. At that moment, the Chaos Emeralds responded to Sonic and Shadow's wishes, which proves that both their thoughts, hopes and wishes were the same. Therefore, it is then that Sonic and Shadow knew for sure, that the other was like himself and that they both shared the same vision and beliefs. The Emeralds created a miracle and it is through that miracle their relationship was formed; their relationship is a miracle.

[Sonic x Shadow 2021 July Calendar Story - Bottom Description]

[Sonic x Shadow 2021 July Calendar Story]

[Explanation of the phrase "懐に入って来られる稀有（けう）な関係" used in the Sonic x Shadow 2021 July Calendar Story Description that states their relationship is intimate]

After Shadow defeated the BioLizard with Sonic, in Japanese, Shadow asks if "this is enough" before falling to Earth and giving up/deciding to rest. Because Shadow ended up giving up and did not return to the ARK, along with Sonic being able to use a fake Chaos Emerald to do Chaos Control, perhaps that's why Shadow always thinks that he is below in capability to Sonic who never gives up and is capable of doing more than him, despite also knowing that they are equal in strength and speed.

Perhaps what Shadow finds himself inferior with is from thinking that he is not as good of a person as Sonic since he has made mistakes or didn't have the same drive as him. Therefore, perhaps that is why Shadow always tries to test to see if Sonic is up to par or is strong enough to take care of himself so that he stays safe and continues being alive as that good person. This also explains why Shadow was so concerned for Sonic in Sonic Forces when Infinite was going to go hurt Sonic. If Shadow couldn't take Infinite on despite being Sonic's equal and knowing that, that's why Shadow got concerned for Sonic's safety. It can be assumed that perhaps one of Shadow's missions in life is keeping Sonic safe or alive since he is a good person and someone he cares about deep down.

[Sonic x Shadow 2021 July Calendar Story]

[Sonic Colors DS - Shadow implies that he leaves it to Sonic since he believes that Sonic can do better, even if they are of equal strength and speed]

But despite always checking up on one another, they don't only test each other's strengths when meeting each other. Sometimes, they seem to also play, like in Team Sonic Racing. This can be implied since Shadow said to Sonic that he didn't have time to play with him/entertain him/have the spare time/to be concerned for his well-being at the time due to having an important mission to uphold with Emerl. But perhaps even when they play, they still test each other's strengths in a certain manner, like with their driving skills in Team Sonic Racing.

[Sonic Battle - English]

[Team Sonic Racing - Sonic went to talk to Shadow and when asked about him, he laughs a little as he implies that he got Shadow to play with him through racing (which was on his top priority to think of since he mentioned that before what he learned about Eggman)]

[Team Sonic Racing]

There are times that Shadow tries to steer Sonic into the right direction of defeating the main threat, but he still in a way, gives Sonic a choice and Sonic readily accepts like in Sonic Colors DS when he tells Sonic to go fight Eggman and in Team Sonic Racing when he reminds Sonic about the main objective in defeating Eggman. Sonic also does this for Shadow, such as in Shadow the Hedgehog 2005 where Sonic tries to steer Shadow onto the path of good when he lost his memories. Even at the end, Sonic was willing to protect Shadow and the world by asking for the Chaos Emeralds from Shadow, though Shadow ended up being able to defeat Black Doom on his own despite not remembering everything.

[Sonic Colors DS - Shadow reminds Sonic to take care of Eggman]

[Team Sonic Racing - Shadow reminds Sonic about the threat of Eggman, even if he wants to play]

The both of them make up a whole like two sides of the same coin. Sonic and Shadow know this, but it is Shadow who is not ready to close that gap between them since he still sees himself as inferior to Sonic. But even so, Sonic continues to watch over Shadow, talk to him and wait for him until Shadow also accepts that he is the same as himself, that they're equal and that they can be on the same level/stage together as one. This is also why Sonic hints to Shadow that he is already his equal and is also a good person too in the Sonic x Shadow 2021 July Calendar Story. So when Shadow still tries to shy away or run away from being unable to accept that, Sonic gets disappointed, but he still continues to wait for him, watch over him and help him come to accept that he doesn't have to think of himself as an inferior to himself.

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ashwhowrites · 2 months ago

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Hi, hun! I love that you're requests are open!

Could I please request a fic where Eddie gets cold feet in a relationship with reader, or an old hook up comes along and he doesn't want to be exclusive, so she leaves and he doesn't think more of it until he hears, maybe a year later or so that she's gotten married and he's feeling the bitterness and sad over how he let something so good go?

Usually I love a happy ending but not in this case. Please and thank you!

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

Runaway Bride

"Do you ever think about getting married?" Y/N asked, her legs tangled with Eddie's under his sheet. Her finger traced shapes on his naked chest.

"Not really, I've always been scared of it, you know?" he answered. His hand rubbed up and down her back. "Do you?"

"All the time. I've been thinking about my wedding since I was young. The perfect dress and the perfect groom," she smiled. She turned her head to look at him, "Would you ever marry me?"

He smiled at the thought, picturing her in white as she walked towards him. Something about it made his stomach flutter. "Yeah, I'd marry you," he said. He beamed at the smile that took over her face.

"One day," she whispered before she placed her lips on his.

That was a year ago, and Y/N still held onto his words. Their relationship was still going strong and she fell in love harder every second.

"How was your day?" Eddie asked, his arms wrapped around her waist as she cleaned the dishes.

"It was good, I looked at flowers for the venue today," she smiled. Eddie kissed her shoulder, and his eye caught the diamond ring on her finger.

"Yeah? Did you pick a favorite?" he asked.

"I did, I have the examples in the bedroom," she said. She dried off her hands and turned around in his arms. She happily accepted the kiss he planted on her lips. "How's the shop?"

"Broken cars, same old. I'm a little more interested in something else right now," he smirked. She eyed his smirk, not surprised to feel his hands move down to her ass.

"What's that?" she edged on, her lips moving to his neck. His chest rumbled as a groan left his throat.

"Making love to my finacé," he said, his fingers dug into her sides. She laughed as he trapped her against the counter and tickled her sides. He scooped her up and raced to their bedroom as she laughed and screamed.

~~~

The closer the wedding got, the colder Eddie's feet became. He loved Y/N, but there was something in his gut whenever he remembered he'd be married to her forever. The thought was supposed to bring him comfort and excitement.

With the thoughts heavy on his mind and a twist in his gut, he got drunk at a sleazy bar. He wasn't sure how many shots he had, or how many times Y/N called. He kept going until he felt numb.

"Eddie?"

Eddie turned his head to see who called him, he shook his head as he could feel the room beginning to spin. He eyed the girl, a confused look on his face as he wondered how she knew him.

"Taylor, remember?" she giggled. The name rang a bell, and he looked her up and down. It took a few seconds but then it all clicked.

"Taylor!" Eddie smiled, his voice louder than he intended. He stood up, slightly stumbling over as the alcohol took its effect. She pulled him into a warm hug, and Eddie crushed her in his arms. Not realizing how badly he needed a hug.

Taylor sat and shared a few drinks with Eddie, listening to his rant about his fear of getting married. He was plastered, he forgot everything he said once it left his mouth and he knew the hangover was going to be brutal.

Eddie wasn't sure who asked or how it happened, but he moaned as he pushed himself inside of her. Her bed hit the wall as Eddie trusted inside of her. He shivered at the feeling of pleasure, for once the tightness in his stomach was a good thing.

The hangover was just as horrible as he thought. His head pounded as he rolled out of the unfamiliar bed. He slipped on his smelly clothes and left the house in a hurry.

Y/N was up all night terrified of why Eddie never came home. She figured his phone died after all the calls she left. She sat at the kitchen table, calling all their friends about Eddie's whereabouts when the man himself walked through the door.

"Jesus, Eddie! I've been worried sick!" She exclaimed, she jumped out of her chair and pulled him into a hug. She cringed at the strong smell of alcohol on his clothes and the smoke in his hair.

"Where have you been? Sleeping at a bar?" she asked pulling away, she looked him over. Worry in her eyes as she took in his disheveled state.

"I need a second," he said through his clenched teeth. His head was pounding so bad that he could barely stand. She helped him sit on the couch, running to grab him water.

"Do you need medicine?" She asked as she handed him the cup. She figured with the bar smell he had to be hungover, quickly grabbing aspirin from the bathroom.

He was groaning in pain, hunched over when she returned. She helped him take the medicine, sitting beside him.

"Do you need to go to the hospital?" She asked, she had never seen Eddie in such a painful sight.

"No, I just need to sleep," he said in a whisper. She helped move him to the bedroom and planted him on the bed. Eddie felt the guilt eating him alive as she took care of him. She stripped off his clothes, changing him into something comfortable.

He woke up to the slam of a door. He thanked God that he could open his eyes. The pain in his head was gone, but the guilt settled in his stomach stayed.

"Hey, Eddie?"

He looked over his shoulder to see Y/N standing there, tears in her eyes.

"What's wrong?" He asked, quickly getting out from the sheets, and standing on his knees to hold her face.

"Who's Taylor?"

Eddie felt his body run cold. His mouth was dry as he licked his lips.

"Just a girl I knew back in the day. Why?" He nervously asked. It was clear he was caught, and he had no idea what to do.

"I found her number in your jeans," Y/N said, her voice nowhere as strong as it usually was. Eddie gulped as she handed him the small piece of paper.

"Why are you going through my jeans?" He was caught and all he knew to do was get defensive.

She scoffed and pushed her hands off of him. He caught himself as he balanced on the bed.

"That's your question?" She asked, her tears running down her face but her eyes were pissed. "I was being a good fiance and doing your damn laundry! So answer my question, why the fuck do you have a girl's number in your jeans?"

"I ran into her at the bar!" Eddie answered, standing up on his feet. "We talked and I didn't even know she slipped it in my jeans."

"You ran into her at a bar and came home the next morning," Y/N thought out loud. Eddie gulped as she began to pace. "No bullshit, just tell me, did you sleep with her?"

Eddie saw the anger vanish in her eyes, somehow her eyes turned blue as she began to cry. Eddie nodded, looking down at his feet.

"You son of a bitch!" She cried, Eddie looked up as he felt her hands beating at his chest. He tried to grab her hands but she was hitting him and crying hysterically. She began to sob, arms getting weak.

"I know! I know! Just breathe," he tried but she shoved him away.

"Don't tell me to breathe!" She snapped, "I can't believe you. Our wedding is barely a month away and you fucking cheat on me? Why? What could she possibly offer that I don't?"

"I panicked!" Eddie confessed, "I've been terrified for this wedding and I needed to cool off. So I went to the bar and got drunk. I barely knew what was happening, all I knew was that I didn't feel scared anymore."

"You're going to say you cheated on me because you got cold feet? WHY PROPOSE IF YOU ARE SO DAMN SCARED!"

"I thought it was what I wanted!" He cried, his sad eyes taking in her crying state. "I thought you were the one I wanted. But when I thought about being married, the commitment, and the kids. It all got too much."

"You don't want me anymore?" She cracked out

Eddie flinched at the cracks in her voice, her sobs turning into hiccups. She clasped her hand over her mouth and she shut her eyes.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly.

"Fuck you, Munson," she spat. She took a few deep breaths to collect herself. "I would like you to leave for 2 hours, so I can pack and leave. I don't want to see you. I don't want you to call me. And don't ever think of finding me."

He took the time to soak her in. The pressure on his body was gone, but at what cost? Breaking the heart of the only girl that loves him in and out?

"Please?" She whimpered as she turned around.

"Take your time," he said. He walked over to her, craving to touch her one last time. But when his hand made contact with her skin she was fast to run into the bathroom and slammed the door.

~~~

~Three years later~

"Can I grab a drink from the fridge?" Eddie asked, standing up. He was over at Steve and Robin's apartment, hanging out with them and Dustin.

"Yeah go right ahead," Robin said, her attention on the TV.

Eddie walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge he noticed a photo of the fridge. He stood up straight, yanking the picture down from its magnet. He felt this heaviness on his chest as he looked it over. It was Y/N, she looked beautiful.

He hadn't thought much about her since the day he came home and she was gone. Not a trace of her anywhere. He respected her wishes, he didn't try to find her and he never asked about her. He forgot they shared the same friends, and he felt a little hurt they kept in touch with her.

She wasn't alone in the picture; a man was behind her with his arms wrapped around her. The smile on her face was angelic; she was beaming with happiness. A big rock was on her finger, one completely different from the one he gave her. It was prettier and shiner, and it looked far more expensive.

"Save the date" was written across the bottom in a fancy font. He knew she'd move on and settle down, but he didn't think about how painful it would feel to see it happen—to see her in another man's arms.

"Yo what's taking so long?" Steve laughed as he walked in, freezing when Eddie turned holding the photo. Eddie blinked his eyes, hoping to ignore the water building in them.

"Shit, Robin was supposed to hide that," Steve said, snatching the photo out of his hand.

"It's alright. You shouldn't have to think about that," Eddie shrugged, "it's been three years, surprised it took this long to run into her somewhere." He let out a sad chuckle.

"Are you okay?" Steve asked, a worried look in his eyes.

Eddie nodded. He truly wasn't. He spent so much time pushing their memories away that he forgot what it felt like to love her. And now it all came back, and he loved a girl who was getting married, and this time not to him.

"She looks happy," Eddie painfully smiled. Steve watched as Eddie wiped away a tear, he acted like he didn't see it. "Is he good to her?" His voice wavered slightly.

"Yeah, man. She's happy and taken care of," Steve nodded. A pitiful look in his eyes that made Eddie want to vomit.

"I think I need some air," Eddie said as he escaped. Steve sighed as the door slammed shut, putting the photo back on the fridge.

Eddie pulled out a cigarette, his hands shaking as he flicked the lighter. For three years he felt nothing. For three years he could sleep perfectly without thinking about her. He was still in the same house, easy as ever since she took everything that had a trace of her.

But now she ran through his head. The memories, the love, and the happiness. The glow she had when she walked into a room. If he didn't fuck it up, they would have married right now. He wonders if they'd have a kid running around and if they'd move into a bigger house.

As he inhaled the cigarette, he thought about the future he could have had. Even if it wasn't with him, he was happy she got her happy ending.

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mj0702 · 1 month ago

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I hope i got it right...

I want to put out there that this is extremely heavy and angsty

Self doubt

“Ay Puta...” you heard behind you while you were standing next to the Barca bench observing the ongoing game

“PUTA!!” you heard again turning around wondering why someone would swear at a fan like this – you thought for a second that it was a fan from the other team trying to start trouble in “your” fan block just to be met with a Barca-fan glaring at you

“eh??” you looked at him confused

“Sí tu.. Eres una perra” the fan glared at you pointing aggressively towards you

“eh... gracias?” you looked unsure

Your spanish was getting better – thanks to Aitana. But you were still a beginner and most of the times you didn't understand half of the stuff the girls were saying. All of them were very lovely and spoke slow around you but there were still too many words you didn't know. Aitana was the one who took it upon herself teaching you – Ona, Alexia, Mario, Marta, even Mapí switched to english (more Spanglish) when you were around them. Which was very nice and polite but you were always one to learn new things. Aitana noticed this and slowly started to tell and teach you new things. It started with small things football related like positions. Goalkeeper – Cata... portera. Defence – Lucy... defensa. Midfielders – Keira... mediocampistas. It transitioned into every day things. Not Buenos dia – Bon dia. You were in Catalonia. Definitely not Buenos Aires.

“Tu perra estúpida” the man rolled his eyes his aggressive demeanour not faltering

You shrugged your shoulders apologetic turning around again. You knew he called you stupid. You understood more than people realize. Especially the things Keira would slap your head for. But you promised Keira and Lucy to behave today. It was the last game before international break and Lucy promised you, she'll let you go on a date with your girlfriend once back in England if you'd behave. Keira promised you she'll occupy Lucy for more than one night. So you HAVE to behave. That's when you felt something connect with the back of your head. You looked down on the ground next to you to find an empty plastic cup laying there making you turn around. Of course it was the man who already called you stupid

“What's your problem man?” you asked bewildered

“Tú eres la razón por la que el equipo ya no está tan orientado a los fanáticos... todo es sobre ti y lo preciosa que eres... perra simplemente regresa a tu país” the man sneered

“Lo siento... I no.... mucho spaniard” you said carefully but you understood what he said – more or less.

“puta” the man spat at you and you noticed that he was quite intoxicated

“gracias” you nodded deciding there was no use in getting into an argument

“Eres una perra inútil que viene aquí complicando las consas – espero que mueras pronto... Lucía estaría mucho mejor sin que tú la detuvieras” the man huffed behind you and this time you flinched a little

“Another great win for the blaugrana” Lucy gloated in the locker room grinning widely

“Sí... it was a good win” Alexia smiled “... even your performance was nearly acceptable Bronze”

“Ay... big words for someone who warmed the bench today” your sister shot back both of them smirking just waiting for you to join in

To their surprise you didn't. You sat on the far end in the locker room chewing on your lower lip deep in thoughts

“Hey Bubs...” Lucy called out softly “... what's bothering you?”

“Nothing” you looked up quickly before your attention was back on your hands

“Bubs...” your sister started to come over just to get held back by Keira

“Leave her... you know how her mind works... she's dealing with something at the moment...” Keira said her voice low her hand still wrapped around Lucys wrist “... she'll come around”

“It's just not her to be like this after a win” Lucy spoke just as low keeping an eye on you

“... maybe she saw something today and already works on a solution... you know she immediately needs to fix things in her head otherwise she'll be up the whole night” the englishwoman said softly watching you out of the corner of her eye

“Yeah... but... it's different than normal” your sister said seeing the little creases that started to form between your eyes

“I'll take her back to mine tonight okay...” Keira said “... maybe that helps”

“I can take care of her thank you very much” Lucy snapped “... I did it before you were around”

“Lucy...” her ex rolled her eyes “... it's not about that... you invited half the team to your place for a little after-game snack...”

“Oh... yeah...” your sister said ashamed already forgotten that she invited everyone before the game even started

“The way she scratches herself tells me she won't be able to deal with lots of people tonight...” Keira ignored the little outburst “... just her and me...”

“Yeah sounds good... just...” Lucy looked guilty

“... I'll keep you updated yes” the blonde smiled softly

“Thank you” your sister whispered taking another look at you

“Come on Bits...” Keira said softly carefully touching your shoulder

“Eek” you squeaked scared shuffling away

“It's just me....” the blonde said gently not following you keeping her distance

“Sorry...” you mumbled once your brain realized who it was that touched you

“Your brain running 500 miles an hour again, hm?” Keira asked lightly

“Mhm...” you muttered looking at her apologetic

“Come on Bits... it's time to go home” the blonde smiled

“Where is everyone?” you looked around confused the locker room empty except for Keira and you

“Mapí and Ingrid left around 15 minutes ago” Keira said holding out her hand

“And the rest?” you shook your head not coping with the fact you missed everyone leaving

“... Mapí was the last one... as always... the rest is probably at Lucys already” the blonde kept her voice soft still waiting for you to come around

“Okay...” you sighed pushing yourself off the bench your mind already starting to run circles again with the knowledge that your home will be invaded by the Barca squad

“We won't go there...” Keira got your bag walking behind you

“Where will we go?” you asked the blonde seeing how you fought your own body on its instincts

“My place...” the blonde simply said

“Okay...” you said lowly the thoughts your mind is producing starting to flare up again

“We'll talk at home” Keira said gently seeing how your shoulders slumped down

“Am I in trouble?” you asked carefully

“No.... Bitsy no... why would you be in trouble” the blonde quickly answered looking confused “... you were perfectly behaved today”

“Then why am I going with you?” you looked at Keira bewildered

“Oh Bits...” the blonde sighed now understanding where you're coming from “... you're not getting punished but I know you... I can see that you wouldn't be able to handle a team night right now... I can feel you need a quiet night... that's why I told Luce I'll take you with me so you can sort your head out in peace... without Pina and Mapí pulling you into their wrestling matches”

“So I did nothing wrong?” you looked at the blonde uncertain

“You did nothing wrong Bitsy” Keira smiled softly pulling you against her pressing a loving kiss against your hairline

“You're awfully quiet tonight” Keira said watching you with eagles’ eyes

“Just thinking about... stuff” you mumbled

“You want to talk about that stuff?” the blonde asked trying to get a hold on your current mood

“No” you muttered as you pushed your food around on your plate

“Bitsy...” Keira put her hand on yours stopping you from pushing your potatoes around “... talk to me”

“I just.... need some time...” you mumbled pushing your chair back standing up “... can I please go to my room?”

“Yeah okay...” the blondes sighed deeply “... I'll put your food in the fridge if you get hungry later”

“Thanks momma” you murmured as you shuffled down the hallway

“What's going on with you Bitsy?” Keira whispered to herself as she watched you

The next days went on like the evening you spend with Keira. You were extremely quiet, stayed away from players. You didn't give into Lucys prodding. Ignoring her teasing. You packed your bag for England with coercion precise which told your sister that something was really wrong. She tried to talk to you about it but you just brushed her off. Ona noticed as well. Of course she noticed. She loved you. She loved you like a little sister so she noticed that something was wrong. Ona approached you the night before you were leaving for international break trying make you feel comfortable enough so you would say something. But to her surprise you didn't falter. Just explained in your broken spanish that it's nothing and you'll just need to think about things.

Next morning on the way to the airport Lucy and Keira changed meaningful looks while you were occupied chewing your nails. You flinched once as the security guard checked your leg going over your knee but other than that you kept to yourself. Even on the flight to London you just sat there staring down on your hands.

Now two days into camp Keira watched you with growing concern as you more and more withdrew from any interactions. You kept your clear from Sarina, Lucy, Leah, Millie, herself, Mearps – all the people you normally would console if something was wrong.

“Kei... uhm... you have a minute?” Georgia asked quietly

“What's up G?” the blonde looked up from her book

“My girlfriend... is not my girlfriend anymore” Georgia said uncomfortable “.. I want to know why”

“I wish I could help you G... but I don't know what's going on with her” Keira said apologetic glancing over where you where hunched in a beanbag “... it started after the last game.... it gets worse every day... she didn't want to talk to me... or Luce... or Ona... I don't know what's going on G.... I kinda hoped you could get her to talk”

“I got a hug as a greeting Kei....” the younger blonde shook her head “... we didn't see each other for month and I got a HUG”

“She also flinches when someone touches her G...” Keira took a deep breath

“Kei.... is there someone else?” Georgia asked somewhat scared of the answer

“Don't be daft G... of course not....” the older player looked outraged

“It's just... a hug” your girlfriend looked so lost so hurt

“I know G... she's not herself since the last game” Keira looked just as lost feeling bad for her best friend “... be patient G... let her come to you... be there for her when she does... don't push her to tell you things... I know it's hard G but you need to be patient”

“I just want to hold her... tell her everything's gonna be okay” Georgia looked over to you

“Then do just that” the older one said “... not right now... but maybe tonight after dinner... lure her into your room... I'll talk to Leah to stay out of your way.... just see if she lets you hug her.... if she hugs you back... then go from there.... If you feel her freeze let go of her immediately”

“What happened at that game?” your girlfriend asked

“I don't know G... I was on the pitch... Lucy too... we told her we trust her to behave and we used you as a bait... so we let her be on her own without supervision – it helped that Mapí was on the pitch with us... of course Alexia and Frido had an eye on her but they told me she was perfectly behaved... Just that at one point she came back to the bench and was... quieter” Keira said “... so I don't know what happened”

“I see if can get something out of her...” Georgia mumbled seeing how you started to chew your nails again

“Don't force it G... she'll run” the older player said gently

“Then I'll run with her... I'm faster anyway...” your girlfriend smiled but Keira saw immediately it was just for show

“Patience G.... patience” Keira said softly

That was three weeks ago. You spoke to no one about what stressed you out so much. You didn't want to burden anyone with your problem. Lucy was out of ideas. Keira was out of ideas. Alexia was out of ideas. Mapí, Patri and Pina tried to carefully pull you back into their shenanigans but you blocked all their attempts. Lucy was this close to call your old therapist asking for help when Keira told her that it'd be useless since you always were one who needed to come forward with her problems herself. You saw how your current mood was putting a strain on different relationships. Lucy and Keira had words. Lucy snapped at Ona one night who in result threw her shoe at Lucy and hit your sister straight on the head. Alexia was tense to no end which costed Mapí a lot of extra laps after telling her best friend – not her capitana – to get laid soon before everyone gets beheaded. All that didn't help to ease your mind. It was confirmation in your head that that fan was right. They all be so much better without you around. And just like that there were these thoughts again. Maybe if you didn't call Leila last time (eventho you wanted Hempo) maybe then the team would be better now. Lucy would have mourned yes but she would've gotten over it and would be even better now. Olympic gold better maybe. Leila saved your life. Maybe she shouldn't have. Your life isn't that valuable. You're a nobody. A nobody that held the people around you back from getting to their full potential.

“I'm going for a walk” you mumbled as you walked past Lucy

“Bubs” your sister tried to go after you but you quickly jumped the barrier immediately starting to sprint off

“She knows her way around now Lucy...” Alexia said carefully looking after you where you cut the corner out of the trainings centre “... we made her memorize our numbers... she'll contact one of us okay”

“I have a bad feeling....” Lucy mumbled “... a really bad feeling”

“You know there's no use in hunting her down” Keira appeared next to Lucy and Alexia

“I know....” your sister sighed massaging her forehead

“I have a bad feeling too.... but we won't find her if she doesn't want to be found” the englishwoman said

“Everyone” Alexia announced loudly to get everyones attentions “... all phones into the basket....”

“Why?” Ewa asked confused

“The Cariño might call one of us if she needs help or something and if we don't hear it because the phones are in the locker room I will personally make sure your legs will fall off from all the laps you're going to run” the blonde catalan said threating and everyone scrambled and stumbled to get their phones

The call Alexia hoped for never came. Training was long over by now most of the Team already on their way home. Lucy was still sitting in her trainings outfit on one of the benches hoping you'd come back any minute. It got dark about an hour ago the temperature dropping but still warm for english blood. By now your sister expected the worst. She send Ona home just in case you went home or showed up there.

“Luce...” Keira said softly sitting down next to her ex

“Just ten more minutes...” Lucy said deep in thoughts

“These ten minutes won't make a difference Luce...” the blonde squeezed your sisters’ knee carefully

“... but what if...” your sister started

“... she won't come back here Luce...” Keira said gently “... there's no point in waiting for her here”

“She might....” Lucy said her voice breaking

“She won't and you know it... you knew the second she jumped over the barrier instead of going through the tunnel... just like I knew” the blonde said her voice low

“Why are you so rational about this? I'm seriously freaking out expecting the worst and you sit next to me all calm and collected” your sister snapped not knowing how to react anymore

“I trust her to make the right decision whatever this decision might be...” Keira said looking at Lucy “... I trust her that she'll call one of us when she needs to.... I don't care if it's me or you or Ona or Pina or Jenni... I trust her that she'll do it....”

“I just can't sit around waiting for....” Lucy broke the eye contact with Keira her head falling into her hands

“... go home Lucy.... you have a supportive girlfriend waiting for you... whoever she calls... that person will inform you” the blonde squeezed her ex knee one last time before standing up walking away to her car

You ran. Once again you ran. Your knees burning and hurting but you kept running. You felt like you were drowning in the trainings facility like that place won't let you breath. So you ran. Your lungs burning but you pushed yourself to keep going. You didn't know where you were going you just felt you needed to get away. That's how you found yourself standing in the middle of the beach your breathing coming out as harsh pants and you just sank to your knees for the first time letting yourself feel. You cried. You cried until there were no tears left and you nearly passed out because you couldn't breathe properly. People passed by just looking weirdly at you but no one dared to asked if everything is okay. You stayed there until the sun started to go down. You stayed because it was easier to sort your thoughts there. Where no one interrupted your mind. Again you asked if it would've been better if you went through with it back in Manchester.

“Yes?” you heard the friendly voice on the other end

“Do you think I hold Lucy and Keira back from showing their full potential?” you asked without any greeting whatsoever

“Did you hit your head? Where's that load of bullshit coming from?” the person asked bewildered

“I shouldn't have phone you...” you mumbled “... sorry....”

“No no no no... if you hang up now I'll call Alexia and tell her where you are” the person immediately threatens you knowing you didn't call her by accident

“You don't know where I am” you grumbled

“At the beach... I can hear the waves in the background...” you got your answer quickly “... talk to me Guapa”

“I just... my mind won't shut up...” you said your throat already tightening again

“What does it say...” the woman asked calm

“That I shouldn't have called you...” you mumbled trying to keep your breathing under control

“... but you did... so what do you need” her soft voice helped you staying calm

“Not this time... the last time” you finally said it out loud – more or less

“Guapi... do I need to call the caballerá? Do I need to call Alexia and tell her she has to bring an ambulance with her?” Leila asked seriously already her second phone in her hand ready to call her Nationalteam capitan

“No... I promise....” you said quietly “... but my mind tells me I shouldn't have called you”

“You were good for so long... what happened?” the spanish woman asked falling into her couch all the way in Manchester

“There was this fan....” you started but somehow thinking about it made you nauseous

“... do you trust me Guapi?” Leila asked as you didn't keep talking

“Sí...” you breathed out

“Bueno... You stay where you are... I’ll send someone to pick you up and get you somewhere warm....” the brown haired woman said softly

“Not Alexia...” you quickly panicked

“I promise not Alexia.... not Lucy or Keira either...” Leila kept her voice calm “... I want you to stay on the phone until they pick you up okay? Can you do that for me Guapi?”

“Sí....” you mumbled

“Bueno Guapi... I promise she'll help you without asking questions...” the spaniard said smiling a little

“Ingrid? You called Ingrid??” you asked upset as you saw the norwegian coming your way

“Yes... she'll help you without forcing answers out of you” Leila answered as a matter of fact “... I can't come get you this time Guapi... she's one of the few people I trust to provide you with whatever you need”

“If I wanted Ingrid I would've call her myself” you snapped still upset

“But you didn't... you said you trusted me so let me do my job as your guardian angle and help you out when you don't know which way to go” the brown haired spaniard said

“If you'd be me guardian angle you'd already committed suicide...” you grumbled watching Ingrid carefully who stood a few feet away probably waiting for you to come to her

“True.... and the 50 who would come after me too...” Leila shrugged her shoulders hearing how you slowly warmed up to her plan

“I wouldn't accept any angel after you” you grumbled

“Good... I am special” the spaniard grinned “... go Guapi.... Ingrid will be good for you.... I also told her to keep Mapí away from you”

“I like Mapí...” you huffed

“But she won't help you right now... you need someone like Ingrid....” Leila said gently “... vamos Guapi”

“Don't you vamos me...” you huffed but you got up “... gotta go now...”

“Just tell Ingrid what you need... she'll do it without questioning” the brown haired spaniard said softly

“Lei...” you started

“Sí?” Leila hummed

“Gracias” you mumbled getting closer to the norwegian

“Siempre Guapi....” Leila smiled

“Can you... maybe... say... anything?” you asked quietly sitting next to Ingrid in her Cupra

“Frido and I played together in Wolfsburg... Pernille too... Ewa was at the time at Wolfsburg too... and Poppi...” the norwegian started as she took another right turn and you noticed she wasn't going home or to any home you knew

“I remember... you played City....” you said your voice still low “... Poppi will die in Wolfsburg...”

“Hm... yeah... Pernille, Frido and I agreed to meet up one day we had off and Pernille told us about that little bistro place....” Ingrid kept her voice light “... so Frido would come and pick me up and we should meet P at the Bistro... Frido decided we could walk there.... according to her it was “just around the corner”...”

“It wasn't was it?” you snorted and it was the first time in nearly four weeks that Ingrid heard that sound and it made her heart swell

“Of course not... P called us an hour later where we were, she's waiting forever already...” the norwegian keep talking “... we needed another hour to get to the Bistro... Pernille died laughing at our idiocy... especially since she made us walk back even tho her car was parked two streets away... she said it was a lesson for Frido and I just had to suffer with that godforsaken Swede”

“You don't like Frido?” you asked surprised

“Oh I love her like my sister...” Ingrid quickly clarified “... but like a sister I sometimes want to strangle her”

“Lucy would carry me around on me ankles when I was little...” you got quiet again mentioning your sister

“I really had problems with the German language you know...” the norwegian noticed the change in your demeanour immediately “... even tho we have similar words... but I still had problems with the grammar”

“G absolutely sucks at grammar... not that I know what she's saying but her teammates tell me she sucks...” you shrugged your shoulders “... Guili says her pronunciation is good but her grammar is terrible...”

“German is one of the hardest languages to learn” Ingrid hummed

“Do you still speak german?” you asked your mind easing up again

“A little... not much... I can order a coffee and a piece of apple cake...” the norwegian smiled glancing at your face trying to read you

“G always takes me to this place in Munich... they have these... pancakes style things... but they're deep-fried... they're SO good... I always guilt trip into eating one too and then she has to do extra gym time...” you just started talking and Ingrid saw how easy it was on you to talk about your girlfriend but not your sister “... I once made Alex eat one... he was whining the whole afternoon his stomach hurts... that was funny”

“You meet up with P and Mags when you are in Munich?” Ingrid asked taking another turn

“At least for one dinner... P makes this... Danish things that are sooooo good... and Magda and G always fight for the last Kanelbullar which P always gives to me and then Mags and G fight who's fault it is that no one of them got the last one...” you talked like a kid on Christmas

“Sounds like Magda....” the norwegian snorted “... she's like María... a force on the pitch... a kid by heart”

“I'm keeping you from your evening with your girlfriend” you suddenly noticed shrinking back into the seat

“Kjæreste.... you're not keeping me from anything... I had to fight María when Leila texted... she was so scared that something happened to you....” Ingrid said softly “... you are so important to all of us... I did text her when I found you, I texted your sister that you are save now...”

“I'm not important” you mumbled

“You are... you impacted all our lives and made them so much better with just being you” the norwegian felt this was part of the problem you had the last weeks “... I can't even remember what training was without your laughter and banter with Alexia or your wrestling with María... or how you always “accidently” kick the ball against your sister head...”

“I'm not important” you repeated quietly starting to scratch the back of your hand again

“Who told you that?” Ingrid asked putting the car into Park and you saw now where you were – the norwegian drove you to Camp Nuo... Home of FC Barcelona

“No one...” you said quickly looking outside the window

“Hm... because I tell you right here right now that you ARE important... not only to me” the norwegian grabbed your hand preventing you from scalping your own hand “... to so many people... there are young girls asking us how you are and where you are at meet and greets.. you are a role model just like Alexia, Lucy, Frido, Magda or P...”

“I'm NOT important..” you stressed “... I'm holding you guys back”

“No you don't...” Ingrid said surprised “... why do you think you're holding us back?”

“People see it.... I should've seen it” you stressed your breathing getting quicker again

“Kjæreste... stop” the norwegian said firmly “No... you don't hold us back... you make us so much better... when we don't find a way through a backline – who does Alexia... Alexia Putellas – La Reina... looks too? To you... When Aitana – Ballon d'Or winner – can't get a pass right... who does she come to? To you... And you really want us to believe that Sarina came up with all that brilliant plays before the Euros? No Kjæreste.. we all know who's play it were... yours... but not only on the pitch you are important... off the pitch even more”

“I'm not important” you started to feel your chest tighten

“Come with me...” Ingrid said getting out of the car waiting for you to join her “... Alexia wanted it to be a surprise for the Champions League final...”

The norwegian grabbed your hand leading you over to the entrance of Camp Nuo. There were the pictures of her, Maps, Messi, Aitana.... and you... you in a Barca-kit (to the day you die you'll swear it was photo shopped) looking serious your arms crossed in front of your chest.

“What?” you asked confused

“That's not all... come” Ingrid said pulling you along to a place where all the important players had their own plaque – again... Alexia... Messi... Johan Cryff... Aitana.... and...

Y/n Bronze – Sangre inglesa, corazón blaugrana

“Why?” you asked tears pooling in your eyes

“Because you are just as important as anyone of us... you just need to see it...” the norwegian said softly

“He said I'm holding you back and that he hopes I die soon...” you cried “... I'm not important”

“Oh Kjæreste” Ingrid said gently pulling you against her letting you cry into her jacket

“I thought about it....” you cried feeling Ingrid tightening her arms around you “... I didn't want to hold you back... and then England lost against Sweden in that friendly and it just showed that it was because of me and I don't want to be a burden anymore”

“You, min Kjæreste.... you are not a burden.... you never were you'll never be... you are outstanding amazing... you changed so many peoples live to the better... believe in yourself... believe in your abilities and most important... believe in your system – every single one of us would give a leg for you... I could call P right now in the middle of the night telling her you need her and she'd be on the first flight over... not only P... you have France, Sweden, Norway, Austria, england, Germany, Denmark, Netherlands, united states.... all of them are part of your system Kjæreste... it doesn't matter if you call Magda Eriksson, Wendi Renard, Laura Feiersinger, Megan Rapinoe or Alex Popp... every single one of them would drop everything to come and get you” the norwegian mumbled against your hair “... don't let ONE person drag you down so much.... they are not worth it and you are way above them – and that's what they can't deal with... that you are out of their league”

You cried for a while into Ingrids jacket who just held you pressing soft kisses to your hair once in a while

“Oh thank god and every other holy guy that's out there” Lucy came running down the stairs when Ingrids car pulled into her driveway

“Babe...” Ona sighed “... can you please not run into a driving car”

“She already parked” your sister said flabbergasted

“Give her space” the blonde catalan rolled her eyes seeing how you were slumped into the seat

“She's sleeping” Ingrid said as she got out of her car

“No wonder when she ran from Johan Cryff all the way to the beach” Lucy snorted looking down at you through the window

“Lucy....” the norwegian began and your sister saw the serious look on her teammates face “... it was bad... someone told her she's holding us back and that she hopefully dies soon.... she thought about ending her life tonight...”

“She what?” Lucy stumbled backwards like someone hit her square in the face

“She thought about ending her life...” Ingrid repeated “... she called Leila – I don't know why so don't even ask – but Leila convinced her to come with me... I tell you because I don't want you to bombard her with questions tomorrow morning... just be there for her okay... we ALL need to be there for her... if you can get Georgia here too... she'll need every person who loves her behind her – she promised me to talk to a therapist and we all know talking to therapists means opening up about feelings and for that she'll need us”

“I will... I'll call G later... she's still up anyway waiting for an update...” Lucy said after she processed the information “... thank you Ingrid... I don't know how to thank you for getting my baby sister back”

“You don't need to thank me” the norwegian said “... when she smiles again someday then that's reward enough”

#keira walsh x reader #lucy bronze x reader #ona batlle x reader #barca femeni #woso image #ingrid engen x reader

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Home for Christmas

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: It's Christmas Eve at the Avengers Compound and you and Wanda are busy making festive cookies for the team to enjoy upon their return from a mission.

Warnings: none. This is pure fluff/cosy Christmas content.

Words: 982

A/N: I wanted to have a go at something fluffy and festive, so I hope this ticks all the right boxes! Merry Christmas!

The snow fell in gentle cascades, blanketing the compound in a glittery shimmer that added a touch of magic to the view. Inside, the compound had been transformed into a festive haven, every corner adorned with twinkling lights and tinsel, while Christmas music played softly over the sound system, mingling with the rich scents of sugar, vanilla, and freshly baked gingerbread. It was like a scene straight out of a Christmas movie, so cosy and picturesque.

“I think we may have overdone it,” Wanda mused as the two of you stood at the counter to admire your afternoon's work.

The kitchen sides were covered with trays filled with cookies of all shapes and sizes. There were snowflakes, gingerbread men, Christmas trees, candy canes, Santa, stockings, and even some questionable looking reindeer. To anybody else, maybe it was a little too much, but with a team full of superheroes to feed, you wondered if maybe it wasn't enough.

“I don't think that's possible,” you replied, straightening one of the cookies on the tray closest to you. “The super soldiers alone will get through most of these between them.”

“I'm surprised you haven't made Bucky his own personal batch,” she said with a teasing smile.

At the mere mention of his name, your cheeks flushed and your chest tightened.

It had been nearly three weeks since you'd last seen Bucky, he and a few other members of the team had been away on a mission, and while he'd sent a few texts and the occasional picture (one particularly adorable shot of him and Sam looking begrudgingly festive in Santa hats), you missed him more than you’d like to admit.

The compound had felt strangely empty since he'd been gone, you'd missed his dry humour, his quiet strength, and the way he always managed to put you at ease simply by being there. Your bed had felt too big without him in it each night, and the absence of his arms around you and gentle kisses to soothe you to sleep had thrown your sleeping pattern completely off balance.

The excitement of his imminent return had been bubbling all morning, making you so impatient and restless that Wanda had insisted you do something to keep yourself busy, hence the cookies.

Now you were finished, however, the nervous excitement was returning, and you couldn't resist the frequent glances out the window to see if you could spot the quinjet through the snow.

“You really love him, don't you?” Wanda smiled as she began to tidy everything away, sending the dirty utensils to the dishwasher with a wave of her hand.

You hesitated for a moment, contemplating her words, then slowly nodded. Although neither of you had used the ‘L’ word yet, there was no denying how you felt.

“Yeah, I do. It's different with him, Wanda - I can be myself around him without feeling like I have to dilute any part of my personality. I never thought I'd find someone who just accepts me as I am - even the messy, broken bits! He’s just, so damn perfect, you know? I feel like pinching myself sometimes because it feels too good to be true!” Your tone was light, but there was no hiding your insecurities from Wanda Maximoff - she knew you better than you knew yourself most days.

She reached over the counter to squeeze your hand, smiling softly. “He feels the same way, you know. Anyone can see it.”

Before you could respond, the compound’s security system chimed, announcing an incoming quinjet. Your heart leapt - they were home!

“They’re here!” you exclaimed, abandoning your work and rushing to the window. Through the snow, you could just make out the sleek shape of the jet landing on the pad outside.

Wanda laughed as she trailed after you.“I think you’re more excited about this than Christmas itself,” she teased.

You turned to her with a thoughtful expression. “I'd say it's a draw,” you smirked, and she shook her head with a laugh. You turned to the window again, but the snow was so thick now that you could barely see a thing.

“What are you waiting for? Go and greet your man!” Wanda urged, giving you a gentle nudge.

You didn’t need to be told twice - you slipped on your shoes and dashed outside, forgetting to even put on a coat in your rush. The icy wind bit at your cheeks, but you hardly noticed as the quinjet’s hatch opened and the team began descending the ramp. Sam was the first to emerge, his face lighting up when he saw you.

“Merry Christmas!” he called, waving as he approached and pulling you into a bear hug. “Now, where are the cookies?”

“It’s good to see you too!” You laughed, giving him a playful shove as you sent him on his way, your attention snapping to the next figure emerging from the jet.

Bucky stepped out into the snowy evening, his eyes scanning the landing pad until they found you. His face softened instantly, a slow smile spreading across his lips as he hastily made his way down the ramp.

You didn’t wait for him to reach you. You ran to him, flinging your arms around his neck as he caught you, pulling you close. The familiar scent of him - leather and something faintly metallic - wrapped around you like a warm blanket.

“You’re freezing,” he gasped, brushing his gloved hand over your cheek.

“I don’t care,” you replied, smiling up at him. “You’re home.”

“Yeah,” he said, his grin mirroring yours as he cupped your face. “I’m home.”

He pressed his lips to yours, filling you with so much warmth that it instantly melted away the agony of the last three weeks.

Out of all the gifts you could have received for Christmas, being back in Bucky's arms was by far the best one.

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phossiii · 4 days ago

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｡𖦹°‧⭑ monsters: chapter nine

synopsis: phosphorus proposes an arrangement for when you both get back to belle reve. and then you both get busy in the royal broom closet.

cw: reader is a monster, mature themes, violence, profanity, innuendos, phosphorus is phosphorus, you both obviously do it

"This should help," you warned from your spot on the floor, igniting your hand with hellflame. "I don't know how resistant your powers make you to fire, but either way it might sting a bit."

As you paused a moment, Phosphorus took a few breaths, gathering himself before slowly moving his hand away from his gash, allowing you to carefully grab his arm and hold it in front of you.

Once you were sure he was ready, you pressed a flaming palm against his wound, forcing a loud, painful groan to rip from his throat.

"Jesus fucking Christ, (y/n)!"

"I know, I know. But it's gonna hurt even more if you keep squirming like that..."

Angry, his gaze turned to Weasel, who sat across the hallway with a few thankful guards, happily accepting their scratches and head-pats of gratitude.

"Un-fucking-believable," he scoffed, under his breath. "He gets the fish girl killed, tears apart my arm, and somehow he's the freaking hero?!"

"You want the knights to pet you, Phosphorus?" the Bride turned to him, sharply, annoyed.

"Well... yes," he responded, simply. "If there hands didn't burn off? Maybe. You know what it's like not being touched for fifteen years?"

Hearing the slight pain in his voice, your heart couldn't help but tug.

That night you two spent together... was that the first time in fifteen years that he'd touched a woman?

Although the thought was innately disheartening, you couldn't help the faint swell of pride and possessiveness that awoke in your veins.

As far as you knew, you were the only woman in the world he could be with without horribly maiming her in some way.

The only one he could kiss.

The only one he could hold.

The only one he could feel.

That fact brought you more satisfaction than you cared to admit.

It was selfish... it was sadistic... but was such a goddamn relief.

"Yes... I do."

And with that, the Bride stood from her seat, starting off toward the hallway.

"Where are you going?" Phosphorus asked, raising a brow.

"I'll be back," she answered, darkly, before turning the corner.

"There," you sighed, extinguishing your flame and removing your palm to reveal his arm, now healed. "Good as new."

Phosphorus huffed in amusement, surprised, as he flexed his hand, the pain completely gone along with any sign of the wound ever being there.

"That's a neat trick you got there," he commended, genuinely. "Can't even tell where it was."

"Yeah, well, enjoy it. That's your only freebie," you joked, halfheartedly. "Next time'll cost you."

"Oh, yeah?" he cocked a brow, his pointer and his thumb hooking on your chin and pulling you closer, until your mouth was just a hair away from his. "How much?"

"Alex..." you warned, eyes flicking toward the guards, who, luckily, were still fawning over Weasel. "Not here."

"Don't you think I deserve a little reward for my chivalry? I protected your body when you went all catatonic."

"You sat next to me while I was asleep. I'd hardly call that chivalry."

"I put a couple leaves under your head as a pillow."

"My fist has a direct route to your dick at this angle. You wanna keep talking or do what I asked?"

With an annoyed groan, he dropped your chin, leaning back in his seat and allowing you to stand up.

But before you could even rise to your full height, he shot up from his seat, tossing you over his shoulder and starting off down the hall in one fluid motion.

"What the—?! Alex! Put me down! What the fuck are you doing?!" you exclaimed, face burning with embarrassment.

"You said not here. So we're going somewhere private."

Turning the corner, he came up on a broom closet and immediately yanked it open, tossing you in before joining you and shutting the door behind himself.

Though... not all the way.

"Who the fuck do you think you a—?!"

Quickly, Phosphorus's hand clasped over your mouth, forcing you to pipe down.

"For once in your life, shut that pretty, little mouth and listen."

His tone lit up your body like a live-wire, reminding you so vividly of the events of that night.

God, did you have a thing for bossy men?

He paused for a moment, waiting for some sort of retort; but when he realized you weren't going to say anything, he smirked, his hand slowly dropping from your face.

"Good girl," he nodded, smoothly, his hand coming to rest on the wall behind you. "Now, there are some things we have to discuss before we're shipped off back to Bell Reve."

Intrigued, you remained quiet, swallowing thickly at his close proximity, the heat of his radiation rolling over you in waves within the confined space.

"I don't know what this is, and, frankly, I don't care to figure it out," Phosphorus started, plainly, his eyes trailing up and down your body with a look of carnal need. "But I like it... and I like you. So I propose a deal."

You raised a brow, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Go on..."

"You become mine," he stated. "My girl, my gal, my woman, I don't give a shit what you wanna call it. But you're mine. And I get to touch you and hold you and kiss you whenever I like... in exchange for mind-blowing sex."

...

You almost laughed in his face.

"Yours?" you scoffed, amused. "What on earth gave you the insinuation that I'd ever want to be yours?"

"Don't play dumb, doll face. I've seen the way you look at me."

"Oh, yeah? Like what?"

"Like you wanna eat me."

"More like strangle you."

"If that's what gets you off..."

"My God, you're really serious about this."

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"What do you gain from me being your prison girlfriend?"

"Not prison girlfriend. You'd still be mine when we're on missions."

"This is insane."

"Is it that hard to believe I enjoy your company?" Phosphorus asked, stepping closer, forcing your back to press against the wall as his hand slid down your side, resting on your hip. "Among... other things?"

"Alex..." you warned once again, suddenly breathless.

"How about I give you a trial run?"

"Wha—oh!"

His hands gripped your ass cheeks, allowing him to hoist you up and further press you into the wall.

His lips were on yours in an instant, kissing you impatiently as he groaned into your mouth, already overwhelmed by how good you felt in his grasp.

"Alex—"

"These are gone," he whispered, using his powers to burn the button off your pants.

You'd survived the past week or so without intimacy perfectly fine—save for a few urges or intrusive thoughts— but hearing the want, hearing the need, in Phosphorus's voice reminded you why you had sex with him in the first place.

Your eyes rolled back as he started panting in your ear, yanking off your shorts and tucking your panties in his pocket before carefully sliding his two fingers into your mouth.

"Suck."

And to his severe arousal, you complied, staring directly into his eyes as you made a show out of dragging your tongue over his irradiated middle finger.

'Fucking Christ...'

If only he had enough patience to have those pretty lips around his cock...

Before he could get too distracted, he quickly pulled them out and plunged them inside your wet cunt, attaching his lips to your neck in the meanwhile.

"A-Alex..." you moaned, allowing your eyes to fall shut and your leg to wrap around him, his free hand holding up your thigh to keep you steady.

Through your pleasure, you tried to tell him to shut the door completely, as anyone walking by could've easily heard you both fooling around in the closet.

But you were already fucked out.

And even if he could understand you, you were sure he didn't care.

It wasn't long before that familiar coil in your stomach began to tighten, effortlessly reminding your body of what it had forgot to miss.

"M'cummin'!"

"Cum for me."

That husky tone was all it took for you to make a mess on his fingers.

But he knew he didn't have time to bask.

The Bride would be back any moment, and when she was, you both would have to join her on that damned plane back to prison.

Not wasting any time, he quickly sucked your juices off his fingers before sending his free hand to undo his belt, allowing him to tug his cock free from the confines of his pants.

As he began to shift you into position, you tightly gripped his shoulders, letting out a more quiet moan at his obvious display of strength.

'Jesus Christ, how much time does he spend in the yard?'

Phosphorus tugged your top down, freeing your breasts for his kissing and biting pleasure.

God, how he missed your tits.

"Alex... fuck," you whined as he felt his cock glide its way in, making you clench with anticipation.

He still held you by your ass, and you still wrapped your arms around his neck as he proceeded to drive into you at a manic pace.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." Phosphorus panted and cursed with each pump, only forcing you to moan louder.

Your nails dragged harshly against his back, your tail squirming with pleasure, the pads of your fingertips burning hotter and hotter with each passing second.

If he was in his right mind, he would've realized that you were actually hurting him quite a bit, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

All he needed was to be as close to and as deep inside of you as physically possible.

"Fuck, Alex!" you gasped when he hit a particular spongy spot in your core, your grip tightening around the nape of his neck. "Right there! God, right there!"

Anybody remotely nearby could hear you both by the bottles of cleaning supplies falling, the few books crashing down, and the exchange of heavy breathing and cursing.

Hell, it was miracle you two hadn't been caught.

Your eyes screwed shut once again, every cell in your body feeling as if it was going to burst at any moment.

"Cum with me, okay?" Phosphorus sounded as if he was pleading, possibly even begging. "Cum with me."

You neck was wet with his saliva and littered with hickeys, which would no doubt raise suspicion.

But—as is the common theme with the skeleton—he didn't care.

All he wanted to do... was feel you.

He needed to feel you.

"Cummin', Alex!"

"Good girl—ah—good... fucking girl!"

Phosphorus slammed his last thrust in you with a flourish, the two of you reaching your climax at the exact same time.

In a bout of ferality, you sank your teeth into his neck, the man letting out a hungered groan at the feeling of your fangs digging into his skin.

The two of you rode out your highs together smoothly, soft pants and curses echoing through the small space as Phosphorus lazily thrusted into you, before finally pulling out.

Carefully, he placed you back down on the ground, quickly tucking his dick back in his pants before meeting your gaze.

The two of you stared at each other for a moment.

A long, silent moment... before you were on each other once again.

Only this time, it was more intimate.

As you threw your arms around his neck, he pulled you in by your waist, his free hand coming up to cup your cheek as your lips met each other's once again in a breath-stealing kiss.

But, rather than filled with ferocity and need, it was surprisingly tender.

Within it, everything seemed to fade away.

The castle.

The commandos.

Your impending incarceration.

The whole world seemed to disappear, leaving you two alone with nothing but uncertainty and an indescribable feeling.

All in the middle of a broom closet.

When you two pulled apart, your eyes scanned over his face, a small smile cracking onto your lips as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

"You sold me," you panted, convinced.

"Had no doubt I would," he grinned, cockily. "If I'm being honest, I think I have a magic dick."

"Of course you do."

With a roll of your eyes, you turned around, the two of you quickly dressing yourselves before exiting the disheveled closet and re-entering the foyer.

At the exact same time as the Bride.

"Let's go," she ordered, power-walking toward the exit. "Best make it fast."

The Weasel quickly shot up from his seat, joining the four of you on your way out.

Though... not without exchanging a few glares with Phosphorus.

"Take it easy, you two," you warned, shifting to walk in between them, as to prevent any further turmoil.

"I need to ask you some questions before you g—"

The Bride quickly grabbed the older man by his face, slamming him into the ground and out of the way before stepping over his body, the rest of you doing the same.

When you all reached the outside, and began walking toward the sunset, the Bride couldn't help but let a few tears slip at the lost of her close friend, Nina.

Moving closer, you rested a comforting hand on her shoulder, but she was quick to wipe the tears away.

"Y'know..." she started, cracking a halfhearted grin as her eyes flicked over your hair and neck. "You and Jack Skellington have really got to learn to keep it in your pants."

Your face burned with embarrassment, you hands quickly snapping up to fix your hair and cover your hickeys.

"Kinda hard with this piece of ass," Phosphorus chuckled, unabashedly, as he smacked your ass. "Right, babe?"

"Please... stop talking."

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thatsmzbitchtoyou · 11 months ago

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Mz. Bitch's Masterlist

Started: 2/24/24 Last updated: 1/20/24

Due to inline link limits, please click on the story name to start reading and follow the chapter links. Thanks little darlings! Love y'all!

MARVEL

Bucky Barnes *One shots Sex Pollen My Alpha Got Nothing On You +parts Movie Night Please Come Back Vibranium & Stainless Steel Shy Dream Girl A little help from my friend Angry baby? Throw It in the Dishwasher +parts The Boss +parts I.T. Time to Heal A Very Cutesy, Very Demure Halloween Regrets & Apologies Quite a Workout +parts Overheard Oh Sister Let's Go Down Little Sea Storm I may be a real bad boy...but baby I'm a real good man Zhihn moya Flirty A Bumpy Ride +parts Fire! Lots of Love +parts Things Are Not As They Seem It's Been a Long, Long Time La Muerte Deja Vu Soldat Blood and...Balsam? Slow, Sexy Mornings Moody Bucky Made of Dreams *Series Breaking the Class Ceiling **Finished Bucky Barnes is a middle class clerk. He needs to marry well to take care of himself and his father. Y/N Y/L/N is the heir to a millionaire fortune, who is blunt, no-nonsense, flirtatious, and looking for a partner. Everyone is vying for her hand. Can Bucky ever win? Pretty Pointy Smile **Finished Bucky was born different, and has been judged for it ever since. His father has had enough and sells him to the circus. The acceptance and love of his newfound family, and the beautifully fierce ringmaster, help him realize he’s not the monster everyone else made him out to be. Sugar Mama **Finished Bucky is overworked and struggling to get by. The bills are piling up and he’s consistently in the red with no end in sight. Y/N is a billionaire’s daughter, entrepreneur and philanthropist having a hard time finding true friends or love. She has a proposition for him. Marriage of Convenience **Finished Y/N’s father is gone, and he leaves it all to her. But in 1880s Oregon, she can’t own land without a husband. Under the threat of it all being taken away by a land hungry Sheriff, what’s a girl to do with no prospects? Maybe one of the cowboys on the farm can help… The Temptation **Finished Father Barnes is devout, steadfast, and undeterred by flirtatious congregants. So why does this fallen angel tempt him so? You cannot serve two masters. Will he choose God, or his heart? Norsemen & Anglo-Saxons **Finished Princess Y/N has a secret that her parents are ashamed of. A conquering Viking chief recognizes the gift she has. Will they be able to bring peace between warring people, and maybe find love along the way? Stranded **Finished Tossed overboard and lost at sea, Bucky washes up on an uninhabited island. Injured, lost and scared, with little to no wilderness training, he fights to survive. But is he really alone? The Fuck Up **Finished Bucky fucked up. A few times. Will his best friend ever be able to forgive him?

Naughty Nanny **Finished Bucky had a lovechild from a one night stand. He barely even remembered it, and was surprised to find a baby on his doorstep 9 months later. But one look at that little girl and he knew she was his and that he’d die for her. The only problem was, he knew nothing about babies, and being an Avenger meant he couldn’t just drop everything and be a dad full time. Then he found the perfect nanny…or so he thought. Run, pretty girl, run **Finished Even with the safeguards put in place after the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D., the remaining Avengers find themselves on the run after the American government falls into disarray. The code word is sent, and they’re officially fugitives. Bucky makes a run for the safe house set up for emergencies like this where the Avengers are told to meet up, but on the way saves the pregnant agent turned payroll specialist that he was partnered with. Will they make it before she goes into labor? Or at all?

Pretty P.A. **Finished Y/N has been the personal assistant to the most influential and famous fashion model agency director in the industry for the past 13 years. They’ve decided to retire, and are leaving the agency in the hands of their protege and former model, Bucky Barnes. He seems plenty qualified, and Y/N is excited for a chance to work with him. Change always takes time, but the new insanely hot boss is distrustful and hesitant towards her. The Gorgon **Finished The village nearest the mountain by the sea has a generations-old tradition of offering sacrifices to the monster in the mountain to gain favor and keep its wrath away from the people. Every person starting from the age of 15 has to take a turn in making the journey up the mountain to the mouth of the cave once a year to drop off the gifts…and it’s a journey that some never come back from. Y/N took her turn when she was 15, and now the rotation has come back to her again. If the gift isn’t given by the autumn solstice, there’s no telling what harm the creature will wreak onto the people. With a seemingly insurmountable obstacle in her way, will she make it to save her and her people? Can a monster have a heart? Dreamboat **Finished Y/N, her brother Steve, and his best friend Bucky all moved out West for a new start after Y/N was almost caught up and hurt in a rival gang fight. Steve wasn’t in shape to fight in the war, but Bucky was drafted. While out West, Y/N finds herself in trouble again from the local bar owner. Steve is suddenly drafted for an experimental division of the army, but leaving Y/N alone isn’t an option. Bucky comes home needing help, and Steve comes up with a crazy compromise. Sweet Pumpkin **Finished Bucky is struggling with the dating world and knows that if he ever hopes to have a serious relationship, that he needs to get through his touch deprivation issues. It’s not that he doesn’t want to touch people, or them to touch him, but after decades of pain he doesn’t know how to accept physical intimacy from others, or how to give it himself. He hires Y/N, an intimacy coach and professional cuddler, who comes highly recommended. Will his heart be able to distinguish between a service given versus real love?

Yes Mama **Finished Bucky Barnes has made quite the name for himself in the underground mob boss world. But he’s not the boss. Just the face of the Family.

A Pirate's Life for Me **Finished Captain Bucky Barnes and his crew on the Armored Star are the most fearsome pirates in the known world. They’ve given the British fleet a run for their money as they try to free the enslaved and take from the rich, but they could have never guessed how the British empire would retaliate against them. When a new pirate ship appears and lays waste to all in its path, will Bucky and his crew be ready for the wrath of a woman scorned?

The Witch and The Doctor **Finished Bucky thought he could make a difference, getting a medical license and trying to change people’s minds. But the 1600s New World is a harsh place with cruel people. After being accused of witchcraft he makes a run for it, facing the dangers of the woods and the rumored witch that lives within them.

Sugar & Spicy Books **Finished Y/N is an accomplished writer who is newly divorced, and out of fear of the unknown, moves back to her small hometown she swore she’d never come back to. She comes across her best friend that never left, who helps her out of a tough spot. Will old feelings arise? Or is she just too big for such a small place now?

The Professor's Aid **WIP Bucky has one last year left of college. He has tutoring/teacher’s aid credits he needs to fill to graduate, no matter the subject. He applies to be the Women’s Studies professor’s TA, thinking maybe he can skate by easily, until he meets the no-nonsense, large and in charge, pretty as sin professor who is hotter than expected.

Peter Parker *One shots Emotional *Short Series Tasty **Finished Peter just wanted to have one night of fun. Then that night of fun almost killed him. Now it won’t stop haunting him. And he’s loving it.

*Series The Young Duke **Finished Queen Y/N is running out of time. At 35 years old she has to marry and make an heir to the throne, but all suitors so far have been unsatisfactory in one way or another. Duke Peter Parker is the young Duke of Queensland, and his family is on the brink of ruin due to his parents’ failures and famines throughout the years. He needs to find an advantageous marriage to save his family’s estate, so when an invitation from the Crown comes, he jumps at the opportunity. Will it be a match?

Steve Rogers *Oneshot Sex Pollen An Evening Stroll

*Series My Queen **Finished Steve Rogers is the newly inherited Duke of Brooklyn, struggling to fix the mistakes of his parents while enduring an overbearing, matchmaking mother. He has no intention of anything romantic in his future, but will a forced love connection with the Queen change his mind?

Fortuna Major **Finished Steve Rogers came home from World War II shell shocked and overwhelmed by the place he once called home. After losing his mother he and his injured best friend Bucky decide to find a quieter, slower way of life to heal from the war. They head out west until they hit Fortuna, California, and get jobs in the lumber industry. Steve comes across a local lodging for miners and lumber workers, and falls head over heels for the female owner who takes no man’s shit.

Stucky *Oneshot Three's Company

*Series Emerald Hallow **Finished Steve Rogers wants to move on. He wants to forget Peggy, and dive into the 21st century. But this man of the past doesn’t know how to navigate being an Alpha in a modern world of skittish Omegas. He prides himself on his self control, never wanting to harm or scare them, until something just smells too damn good. And he's not the only one who smells it...

Actors

Sebastian Stan *Series A Patient Man **Finished Sebastian swore to never fall for another co-star again. Until Y/N drops into his life.

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AN: Vexi may be sick but you know who isn't? Me! Ma'am keep your germs on your side of the continent, kk? Thanks. PS- for my MisD readers- This is MisD Alastor in his younger days. Different reader tho.

Summary: New to town, a handsome young man caught your eyes. After working up the bravery to introduce yourself to him, you find yourself in a rather precarious position as he gives you a reason to keep his secrets.

CW: It's smutmas, there's smut. P in V smut, semi public smut, questionable consent due to naivety of the reader, virgin reader, church sex

You were new in town and not much of a churchgoer yourself. It wasn’t so much that you didn’t have faith, you just… struggled. You attended primarily for the sake of your mother and for the slight fear that maybe, just maybe, they were right about what happened after death.

It was a hope your mother held close to her heart, that you would catch the eye of a God fearing man who would sweep you away into a picturesque holy marriage. It wasn’t something you were so sure you wanted, even if you faced the potential of not believing.

To say you were surprised when a man in your new church caught your eye would be a understatement, even more so considering who that man was. Not that you really knew who he was, but you had eyes and ears. The congregation was accepting and open, accepting into the fold a woman who was clearly of darker racial origins. Surprising you more was the young man she brought with her.

He was clearly of mixed decent as well, skin far lighter than that of his mother. He could pass as white but only just and only one didn’t see him with darker folk. His brown hair was fluffy, straight with ever so slight of a wave touching it, giving hit at it’s natural state.

He helped his mother to her seat, warming your heart. There was a softness in his looking after her that warmed your heart. You paid more attention to him than to the sermon, eyes drawn to him again and again. They always said you could judge how a man would be as a husband by how he treated his mother.

“That young man catch your eye?” An older woman leaned forward, whispering in your ear.

“Oh,” you startled, only to get shushed by your mother.

“He’s a good boy, that one. I wasn’t sure about him or his mother when the church let them join, but they’re good people. He’s unattached, that one.”

“I don’t know what you’re suggesting,” you whispered back.

“He always steps away halfway through the service,” the woman added. “Says his legs get restless and goes to stretch them, if you wanted a chance to speak to him. After the service, all the little bells will gather around him to catch his eye. None of them have managed.”

“Is that so?” You were not sure what the correct thing to say was.

“You won’t have a shot if you’re fighting everyone else, that’s all.” The woman shrugged behind you, not that you could see it. “May God bless your efforts if you try.”

You didn’t intend to try. For two weeks, you had avoided trying. On the third week, you chickened out after half rising in your seat.

It took a month for you to brave scurrying out of the room. There was a great distance between you as you followed him.

Alastor ignored the woman trailing behind him, surely just another little church bell, wanting to bat her eyelashes at him and pout her lips. She had been eyeing him for weeks and yet she never braved approaching. It didn’t surprise him in the slightest when she followed him out.

Surely she would give up her chase when he climbed into the rafters.

That was where he preferred to attend Sunday service. It was a compromise. His mother didn’t want him to leave the church, but he struggled in the pews, growing restless fairly quickly.

He had protested his attending, even as a boy. Why should he sit in the house of God with men and women steeped in more sin than his own mother was, watching them pretend to be good people? The same people that surely wouldn’t serve either of them in their businesses or incite his mother into their homes.

But she wanted him to attend and so he did, in his own way.

From high in the rafters, Alastor looked down on the congregation. He watched men he would kill, some only in his mind, some he actively was hunting as they prayed for forgiveness for sins they would commit again later in the day. They didn’t deserve forgiveness from a god Alastor didn’t think existed.

They deserved to be punished.

You struggled to climb the stairs of the bell towers. The rafters were another world you had never imagined. From the ground, it was simply a world of darkness hiding a spiderweb of wooden beams.

“What are you doing up here?” You called out, eyes settling on Alastor.

“Why are you following me?” Alastor countered, head rolling to look at you from the beam he rested against before standing.

“I… I wanted to introduce myself, that’s all.” Heat flooded your face as you were faced with the handsome man’s direct attention.

“Ah,” he laughed, “That thing you’ve seem to have directly avoided doing for the last month?”

“Y-yes,” you looked down at the congregation below. “Everyone was always so eager for your attention. It never felt like the right time.”

“I see,” Alastor eyed you as you carefully stepped out on the beam, skirt flowing around your legs. “And the middle of service is the right time?”

“I-” you shook your head, not wanting to be pulled into a debate with the man. “What do you do up here?”

“I judge them,” Alastor answered simply, honestly. “While they judge each other.”

“Judgment is the place of God,” you answered, heart pounding in your chest.

“Is it now?” Alastor hummed, reaching his hand out for you as you teetered across the thick beam, bracing yourself with the beam running above your head. “If so, he’s doing a right poor job of it. Half the men down there are steeped in sin.”

“But they could change,” you pressed on, taking his hand as you drew closer. Beams spread out around the collum he had been leaning against, providing what functioned almost like a platform.

“They’re not changing,” Alastor laughed softly. “And God isn’t judging them.”

“That’s blasphemy,” you whispered back as the preacher droned on below you.

“And yet I’ve not been struck down,” Alastor shrugged.

You realized you needed to leave. This man you had thought to be so godly was far from it. Yet you couldn’t make your legs do more than step back. The heel of your shoe slipped off the beam, sending your foot dangling over the edge as your balance faltered.

Alastor shot forward, arm wrapping around you as he pulled you against his body. He clamped his other hand over your mouth, strangling the scream in your throat. The last thing he wanted was for his hiding place of choice to be found out.

Your hands rested against Alastor’s chest, fingers clutching the fabric of his shirt. The thundering beat of your heart was loud in your ears. Every breath he took you could feel enter his chest. Never had any other had held you in such a way.

You were a good girl. You didn’t do things like climb rafters during the church sermon following a man you didn’t know because he caught your eye.

“Let go of me,” you whispered.

“I’m not holding you,” Alastor answered, lifting his hands from where they lightly rested on your back. “You’re the one holding me.”

You were so easy, Alastor realized. Your wide innocent eyes made it so easy for him to talk to you, to tell you too much. It was something about the rafters in the church; he decided as he watched you look up at him.

“Your hand is gripping my shirt.”

“Oh!” Your fingers let go of him in a rush, body jerking back, only to risk losing your balance again.

Alastor swept you up in his arms, turning to pin your body against the pole he had been leaning against. Below, people began to stand and filter out of the church, no doubt moving onto diners for an easy brunch, garden parties and so many sins.

“You need to be careful,” Alastor hissed, body pinning yours to the pole.

“I am,” you challenged, hand resting once again against his chest.

“Not careful enough.”

“And it’s so easy for you?” You huffed in his face, trying hard to cling to your indigency to protect yourself from the way your heart wanted to leap out of your chest at his close presence.

The scent of the bayou clung to him, earthy and rich. It wasn’t a scent you were used to, having just moved to the area. It was a scent you found pleasing. You could get used to it.

“It is,” Alastor said. “I’ll show you if you’ll stay there and don’t try to get up again.”

“Fine,” you crossed your arms over your chest as Alastor pulled back from you.

He stood easily, not holding onto anything to steady himself as his point of gravity changed. He walked up and down the beam, long legs carrying him from one beam to another in careful leaps made with the refined confidence of experience.

“Be careful,” you yelled as loud as you could while maintaining a whisper. “You’ll fall.”

“I haven’t yet,” Alastor said as he returned to the makeshift platform you had taken up residence on. “Unlike you, I have a sense of balance.”

“Your sin is pride, sir.” You struggled to keep a straight face as he knelt in front of you.

“You’re just jealous,” Alastor laughed.

“I’ll tell Father you’re hanging around up here, that it’s dangerous.”

Alastor’s eyes darkened as he reached out, planting a palm next to your head on the pole. “You wouldn’t.”

“I would.” Your heart beat harder in your chest as he drew closer. “It is the proper thing to do. Any godly woman would. Dare I say, it would be a sin not to!”

“And if you were a sinner, too?” Alastor’s hand fell to your waist, caging you in with his limbs. “Then you wouldn’t be able to tell.”

“I don’t-” The crash of his lips against yours silenced your question. Wide eyes looked back at him before you melted into the kiss.

It was wrong; you knew that. You were far too weak to the sin of lust. Tucked under your bed were the romance novels your mother would have burned if she had found. You longed to be wanted by a man, to have a husband to teach you the ways of love, pleasure, passion and lust. Those very concepts were taboo to you, an unwed young woman, hardly more than a girl.

Faced with the searing kiss that promised more, you struggled to do more than rest your hand against Alastor’s chest. You wanted him to kiss you. You wanted the hand on your waist to pull you closer. You wanted him to hold you.

Wanting such things was a sin. You wanted to sin with Alastor.

Lips moved down your neck as you gasped, back arching. He held you in place, grounding you with the hand on your hip.

“We can’t do this,” you whispered as blunt teeth grazed the soft skin where your neck and shoulder met.

“We can,” Alastor promised, “I’ll make you feel good.”

“It’s a sin,” you pleaded, hand on his chest as you failed to push him away.

“I’ll make you feel so good you’ll see God,” Alastor’s hand left the pole, reaching down to pull your knees apart. As they spread, he walked closer to you on his knees.

“That’s blast-” he cut off your accusation with a hot kiss that stole the breath from your lungs. You wanted more of those kisses.

“You won’t regret it,” he swore.

You knew you would, but as his hand cut a burning trail up the skin of your thigh, under the fabric of your dress, you struggled to care.

You wanted his touch. You wanted his kiss. You wanted his sins.

“Someone will see us, hear us,” you whispered as he pushed your legs up and apart with his knees.

“Not if you’re quiet,” Alastor answered.

“Is this something you’ve done up here before,” you asked as his knees slipped under your thighs, pinning your hips to the pole with his.

“No,” Alastor admitted, “This sin will be the first I’ve committed here.”

“What does that mean?” you asked as he pressed his crotch into your core.

There was a slimy wetness in your panties you were not well familiar with. Sure, you had gotten damn when reading the scandalous romance books no one knew you had, but this was something else.

There was a hardness in Alastor’s pants that rubbed against you, causing a pleasing friction you didn’t want to stop. His hands roamed your body, taking in the feel of your curves unashamedly. He cupped your breasts and gripped your waist, whispered praise over every part of you his hands touched.

Then your breath locked in your chest as he reached for his pants.

“I want you,” he said as he kissed everywhere he could reach on your neck and chest, modest dress doing much to protect you from his lips.

“We’ll fall,” you whispered, though the church was near empty now.

“Perhaps I will for you,” Alastor said, smiling at you in a soft promise. If you gave him everything, his smile said, he would give you it all back. You could trust him. “But we will not.”

“Alright.”

His smile grew wider at your agreement, hand making quick work of freeing his cock from his pants. The meat of him was long, thick and hard. It didn’t surprise you what men had inside their pants, but you had never seen one that was firm before.

It was strange to see something you had only read the faintest mentions of in person. His hand traveled up and down the length of him as he wrapped his arm around your waist. With seemingly no effort, he pulled you off the pole and rose up on his knees.

Your back hit the pole again, knocking the air from your lungs as he pinned you in place. He shoed your panties aside and then, before you had a chance to think things through or have second thoughts, the soft tip of him was running along your slit.

The feeling was intoxicating. You wanted more after each pass of him as he coated himself in your essence.

“Are you a virgin,” Alastor asked as his tip nudged against your opening.

“Y-yes,” you looked away in shame, though you could not place why you felt such shame.

“It won’t hurt,” he promised. “Your body is already slick. It may burn a bit, but you shouldn’t hurt. If it hurts, tell me.”

“I don’t-”

A slight burning stretch cut the question off as he pushed the head of his cock inside your body. Never had you put anything inside and now a man, a relative stranger, was pushing deeper and deeper inside you. There was a deep fullness that spread from within your lower abdomen as he filled you.

A broken gasp fell from your lips as you cling to Alastor, body trembling as the new sensation spread out along your nerves. Deeper and deeper he moved until you could feel the rough fabric of his pants against your inner thighs, belt clicking as it bounced off your leg.

“Are you alright,” Alastor asked.

You nodded timidly as your legs twitched. Clinging to him, you used Alastor’s frame to ground you. With slow and deliberate moves, Alastor pulled his cock from your body. You tried to follow, terrified of the pleasure as he drug against your inner walls.

Your attempts meant nothing. Alastor kept you grounded against the pole with strong hands on your hips. The very tip of him was all that remained before he pushed forward, sheathing himself in your wet embrace again. The feeling of being filled replaced the emptiness that had been growing in his absence.

You gasped at the feeling. “Again,” you pleaded, “Do that again?”

Alastor laughed lightly, adjusting his hold on you before thrusting into you again and again at a lazy pace. “That is how this works. Don’t worry.”

You didn’t hear the sass in his voice. You didn’t hear the way he was entertained but otherwise unimpressed by your pleas. All you heard was the soft squelching sound as he filled your body again and again.

“More,” you begged as you clung to him.

Alastor looked around, scanning the church below that for anyone that could hear before giving you what you wanted. Each thrust came faster, harder as he pushed your body into the pole again and again.

Lips latched onto your neck, kissing the soft skin again and again. Your back arched as you chased feelings you lacked the words to put voice to or the ability to understand. Fingers dug into his clothes, nails scratching skin and pulling hair as he drove your body more and more.

“More,” you begged, not knowing what you were needing more of.

“I’ve got you,” Alastor said, feeling the way your walls began to flutter, soft caresses along his shaft as he fucked into you more and more.

As if you weighed nothing, he pulled your hips forward, angling them slightly. The new angle, though it was a slight change, had you gasping for breath. There was a soft thump that echoed through the rafters as your head lulled back, hitting the pole.

“You’re doing so good,” Alastor praised, feeling your walls contract around him stronger now. “So good, just let it happen.”

You moaned, a series of gasping sounds as the contractions in your core prevented you from taking anything more than gasping breaths of air. Every thrust of him inside you felt like to was too much. Leaning forward, you curled yourself around him as he continued moving in and out of you.

The scent of him filled your lungs as his pace turned harder, less rhythmic. You could see the pews below you as you looked down at your joined bodies. He could throw you off at any point and you’d fall to your death. The thought made your body clench around him.

His hands tightened around suddenly, his pace stuttering to a halt. He moaned, a deep, slow sound that reverberated through his chest. You felt a stinging wetness inside you that was foreign, along with the violent twitches of his cock, seeming to try to stir your insides each time he thrust himself to his root.

“What?” you asked as Alastor pulled from your body, a flood of wetness following him out. “What did you do to me?”

Your knees snapped closed around his hips as you looked at him with wide eyes. Tears sparkled on your waterline as a deep emptiness ached within you, no longer filled by Alastor. Emotions ran through your heart faster than you could identify as wet slick ran down your folds, dripping off the curve of your ass to disappear somewhere into the church below.

“Are you going to run off now?” Alastor asked, hand moving lazily over his slowly softening cock, ensuring your eyes landed on him, not allowing you for even a moment to deny what had happened between you. “Tell Father what a sinner I am? The blasphemy I speak when evidence of our sin, committed in the church even, gathers in your panties?”

“What are you talking about?” You tried to scoot away from him, not really having anywhere to go as you watched his hand work over his softening cock, evidence of your combined lust reflecting the dim light. Finally, you could breathe when he put himself away.

“Are you going to go cast a stone at me for blasphemy without confessing to your own sin of lust? It wouldn’t stay between you and the good Father, I assure you that. Before the week is over, the whole city will know that you lain with a man.”

“Your reputation would-”

“Be ruined?” He cut you off, laughing coldly at your naivete. “Hardly. No one does more than wag a finger at a man for falling into the trap of lust. A woman though? You’ll be raked through the coals. Wouldn’t you say it’s better to just let sleeping dogs lay?”

“You’re a disgusting man.”

“Am I?” Alastor smiled, reaching out and running his hand along your thigh, higher and higher until he snagged the panties still pushed aside and ripped them down your legs. “I’ll take these then. You can feel me run down your legs as a reminder of how vial I am.”

He didn’t give you an option. After stuffing your panties into his pocket, he pulled you up onto your feet. You cried, angry with him and yourself as he walked you confidently across the beam. Each time you foot slipped, he caught you. His strong chest braced your back.

You hated him. You hated that you had wanted him. You hated that you had enjoyed what he did to you.

Most of all, you hated that a part of you wanted to do it again.

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birdiewriteslit · 10 months ago

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“so american”

nico hischier x f!reader

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inspired by “so american” by olivia rodrigo

warnings: fluff, kissing

can you tell i love nico in a hat

You were sitting in the passenger side of Nico’s car with your feet up on the dash. The window was down, and your arm was hanging out of it, the cool wind blowing your hair around your face.

It was spring, and the weather was just starting to feel like it. It had been cold for the past few weeks, and both you and Nico were happy to finally be able to enjoy semi-warm temperatures.

You loved driving around Jersey with Nico. You loved sneaking glances at him while he was too focused on the road to notice. You loved how warm his hand felt on your thigh. You loved how his t-shirt fit you and how it smelled like him. You also loved that he let you have aux privileges.

Nico frowned at you as one of your country songs came on the playlist. If his brown puppy dog eyes weren’t covered by his dark sunglasses, they would probably be enough to convince you to change the song.

You giggled at his displeasure, consoling him by lacing your fingers through his that rested on your thigh. He seemed to accept this, a small smile on his face as he shook his head.

He gave you one last once over before focusing on the road again. His smile grew wider. “You look so American.”

You let out a surprised noise. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Nico shrugged. “You’re listening to country music, for one. I only ever see people’s feet on the dashboard in movies, very American.”

“You don’t do this in Switzerland? You don’t relax with your hand out the window like this?” you teased, making wave motions with your arm in the wind.

He laughed, squeezing your hand as he did so. “We relax. It’s just different here. I like your Americanness. I guess the exception is that you’re wearing a Swiss’s shirt, which you look very pretty in, by the way,” he said slyly, raising your hand to his lips to kiss it.

You felt your face heat up as you watched the smile that spread across his face as he pulled away. “God, Nico, don’t make me blush.”

But that’s really all he did, it was what he was best at. You knew he loved how flustered he could make you if he wanted to. He loved how after five months of dating, he could still easily make you nervous.

The next day, at brunch with your friends, you expressed your utter happiness, but at a table full of mostly single women, it wasn’t received the way you intended.

“I’m serious when I say that I have never seen a more attractive man in my life. Like, seriously, compare him to any celebrity crush you’ve ever had, and multiply that attractiveness by a thousand,” you babbled mindlessly to your friends, who were giving each other looks. “And, ugh, don’t get me started on his accent. It’s so hot, especially when he talks me through it.”

“I’m gonna stop you right there,” your friend said, holding up her hand, a disgusted look on her face. “Frankly, it’s rude to talk about this during brunch. I mean, right in front of my french toast?” She gestured to her plate.

Another friend snorted. “I hate to say it, Y/n, but I agree. You literally only talk about him anymore. It’s like you’re gonna marry him.”

“I might,” you blurted.

Their eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Are you serious?”

You gave a small nod, suddenly uncomfortable by the amount of eyes one you. “I know it’s early but—“

“But you love him,” one of your married friends sighed. “It certainly sounds like you do,” she added after getting some looks from the other women at the table.

You didn’t respond, instead choosing to remain silent as the conversation steadily flowed away from you. You but the inside of your cheek, thinking about how you definitely loved Nico. You knew this before today, but with your history of failed relationships, you figured taking it slow with him was a good idea.

You weren’t lying about marrying him. If he kept this shit up, you were going to.

That night, you were lying in bed, eyes on the bathroom door, where Nico was on the other side. In your shorts and tank top, you were a little cold, and the top blanket wasn’t doing much for you.

When Nico slept over, you rarely made it under the covers. He naturally ran hot, and if you were covered by more than one blanket, you would literally overheat.

Finally, he came out of the bathroom. He was wearing a Devils t-shirt that was well worn and mostly likely from several seasons ago. He wasn’t wearing pants, his boxers out for you to ogle at, although you knew you shouldn’t.

Nico walked over to his side of the bed, stopping before he climbed under the blanket to pick up a book on your nightstand. You’d both read it and come to the conclusion that it was a waste of your good money.

“Why do you still have this?” he asked, showing you the cover. “I can’t believe your friend recommended it.”

“I like reading your notes. I think it’s cute how angry you get,” you admitted.

He set the book down and got into the bed, covering you with his body, instantly warming you up.

Wrapping his arms securely around you, he pressed his face into the crook of your neck. He sighed into your skin, his warm breath fanning out and his stubble tickling you.

He placed small kisses up your neck, trailing along your jaw before capturing your lips with his. Between kisses, he said, “Missed you today.”

Your heart fluttered at his words. “Yeah?” you said, smiling against his lips. “I missed you.”

He pressed one last kiss to your lips before pulling away. He brought a hand up to your face, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear, and stroking your face with his thumb. His lips parted, and his eyes were so big and brown that you genuinely felt like you could lose yourself in them.

“I wish you could come with us when we leave.” Nico was referring to an upcoming roadie. He would be gone for a week.

He was looking at you so sincerely, so vulnerably. “I’ll go anywhere you go,” you whispered.

You knew you couldn’t go with him. It wasn’t realistic. But with the way he was looking at you, you really couldn’t hold back from saying something so sappy.

He glanced down at your lips quickly before meeting your eyes again, his thumb continuing to stroke your cheek. “You would?” he asked softly.

You nodded. “I love you, Nico.”

His eyebrows rose in surprise, like he wasn’t expecting you to say it. His lips parted to speak, but nothing came out.

“Sorry if it’s too soon. I know I’m in love with you,” you spoke quickly. “I don’t wanna just assume that you feel the same about all of it.”

He took your face in his hands and kissed you. When he pulled away, he kept his hands on your cheeks and looked at you meaningfully. “I’ve been wanting to say that for months. Trust me, I feel the same. I love you.”

Your face warmed as he looked deeply into your eyes. You surged forward to kiss him again. You peppered his whole face with kisses, and he laughed as he gripped your waist and flipped the two of you over so that you were on top of him.

He grinned at you when you pulled away, his cheeks rosy and his hair slightly messed. “I don’t think I’ll be getting much sleep tonight,” he said.

Your expression matched his perfectly. “I don’t think so either.”

Even though you didn’t confess that earlier that day, you’d thought about marrying him, this was still just as good.

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xmalereader · 1 year ago

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DI Leon Kennedy X Bunny! Male Reader

|| Masterlist ||

Authors note: The horny police came for me. Also expect a lot of hybrid shots.

Summary: Leon is in need of a vacation and wants to spend more time with his bunny boyfriend, perhaps start his vacation with some welcome home sex?

Warnings: Fluff, backstory, mentions of Jill and Carlos, death island spoilers-ish, NSFW, MDNI 18+ only, kissing, dirty talk, pet names, collars, mentions of heats, sensual sex, Leon’s a tease, more romantically sex then rough, reader is a hybrid rabbit, rabbit traits, bunny ears and tail.

Word count: 3.3k

Leon wasn’t kidding when he said that he needed a vacation.

After the events of Alcatraz and going against Maria and Dylan, Leon knew that he needed a break from everything to at least get some time on his own before Hunnigan finds him another mission to take.

Once they were picked up from the island and flown back out, he returned back home with the rest of the others, making it to the airport in one piece as the all board off. Leon had already told Hunnigan that the minute he lands home he won’t be accepting any missions since his vacation starts now. Jill had reunited with Carlos an ex-umbrella agent who’s she’s been seeing for awhile now, while Chris and Claire had each other.

Leon didn’t really expect anyone to wait for him at the airport since he actually never told anyone that he would be home early. Before he could leave he’s invited out for some drinks by Jill, waving him over while the others wait for him only for him to turn down their offer.

“Leon S. Kennedy turning down a drink?” Said Chris while chuckling, “Are you still infected?”

Leon shakes his head with a laugh. “No infected, Rebecca cleared me up.” He responds back, holding his duffel bag in his left hand while he slows walks backwards and away from the others. “Besides, I’ve got somewhere to be.” He adds on, eager to get home while he gives everyone a smile, leaving them all confused and asking themselves why Leon was so eager to leave.

No one would have thought that Leon had a partner waiting for him back at home. After everything that he’s been through, no one would think that he would find someone that he would settle down with or perhaps devote his time too due to him being busy with the work and the amount of things that he goes through a daily bases.

After the events in China, Leon had given up on chasing after Ada, chasing after someone who he knew he couldn’t have and finally made the choice to move on with someone who he could actually have a possible future with. Imagine his surprise when he ends up finding a special experiment during one of his missions.

He was assigned to locate an old lab that belonged to umbrella searching for classified information that could help them for any future bio weapons that they were to stumble upon only to find a special experiment locked away in the deeps of the lab. Leon didn’t expect himself to find someone there alive still, but when he took a good look at the lab he noticed how recent the technology was used and the different types of medicine and chemicals that were used.

He had reports back to Hunnigan, letting her know that the lab he was assigned to search was still being used and had found someone still alive. He thought he had stumbled upon another dangerous bio weapon only to find a man with animal characteristics chained up to a wall, looking very malnourished and thin. What caught Leon’s attention was the pair of rabbit ears on his head along with a tail that peaked out from underneath his shirt and pants that he wore.

Leon had freed him that day and took him back to base where Rebecca exams the man and get further medical attention. Both Hunnigan and Leon were able to search through the files under the lab and found various files under the name Project Zero giving them further information about the hybrid that lied asleep in their own lab. Turns out that the man wasn’t entirely human since he was first found but a rare hybrid that hid from society, taken from his home at a young age only to be experimented on for who knows how long.

They kept the hybrid a secret in order to keep him safe until they found out more about his species and where he came from. When the hybrid first woke up he was in shock and panic, destroying the lab and fighting back whenever someone approached him. Leon had stepped in to help only to be caught by surprise when the hybrid jumped into his arms, holding onto him tightly and not letting go. The agent himself was in shock by the sudden move.

It wasn’t until later that he finds out that the hybrid felt safer around him since he remembers him rescuing him from the lab and taking him out of that awful place. Rebecca was able to check up on the hybrid without any issues due to Leons presence in the room and from then on it took time for them to find out more about the hybrid and finally getting him to talk and to give them his name.

Y/n was able to tell them everything from the time he was take to the time that he was rescued by Leon. He was very young when he was taken along with his family. Being experimented on and losing everyone but himself, due to him being the youngest the scientist kept him alive the longest in order to see how he grew and developed with time.

Even though Y/n was able to tell them very little he still held a fear of being used by them and closed up every few days. They knew that they couldn’t keep the hybrid locked inside a lab forever, triggering his traumas whenever he was around the room it wasn’t until Leon volunteered to take care of him, getting Hunnigan to find him a secluded area for the both of them in order to grant the rabbit a bit of freedom without society knowing about him just yet.

When Hunnigan found them a place to stay for both Leon and Y/n for the time being until they were able to figure out more about his species and with the time that Leon and Y/n’s spent alone in the cabin he was able to find out more about the hybrid, reporting back to Hunigan and letting her be know that Y/n reacted in the same manner as a rabbit.

He had a great sense of smell, hearing, very calm and of course, faster than Leon whenever they went on runs together. His ears were sensitive to him along with his tail, having to cut holes in all of the clothes that Leon got for him. He also discovered that even though Y/n was a rabbit he was able to tolerate meat and not always relied on vegetables only eating small amounts of it before focusing back on something he can eat without any problems.

The one things that Leon never reported back to Hunnigan due to embarrassment was Y/n’s heat.

It started off with Leon’s shirts going missing, surprising the man whenever he opened his drawer or closet only to notice the shortage of clothes. He ignored it at first and simply bought himself more clothes.

The next was how much the rabbit was eating, finishing his plate rather quickly and getting seconds without needing to ask. Leon told himself that he was perhaps getting adjusted to getting proper meals again due to the amount of time he was locked away and fed very little.

The breaking point was when he noticed how close and affectionate Y/n was being towards him. He was either leaning in close to him whenever they would watch a movie together or would find the rabbit in his bed the next morning, curled up to his side without a care. That’s when Leon looked into his behavior only to find out that it all pointed towards the hybrids heat, knowing that its something that rabbit have all year round, but for Y/n it was only every few months.

Leon never reported back to Hunnigan the things he did that night with the hybrid the way he sounded and the way that Y/n’s back would arch whenever Leon fucked into him. The agent knew that he should have said something, but didn’t.

Ever since then the two have grown closer, deepening the bond that he had with Y/n until he was finally off the hook.

The Hybrid stayed with Leon after 3 years the two have gotten closer than ever and knew each other like the back of the hand. Leon needed someone that he could talk too that he can come home too whenever he completed a mission instead of coming home to an empty house full of silence.

When Leon arrived home from the airport and stepped inside his home he’s greeted by a faint smell of his favorite food being cooked along with some music playing. His lips twitch into a faint smile as he sets his bag down and closed the door behind him and makes his way towards the kitchen where he finds his little bunny cooking.

He’s humming along with the music while stirring the pot the smell of various different spices that he’s cooking blinding his sense that he doesn’t notice the familiar scent that belonged to Leon until his floppy ears perked up when he hears the sound of his familiar heartbeat causing him to turn around in surprise.

“Leon!”

He turns the heat down and rushed over to Leon, hugging the man and smiling widely as Leon returns the gesture and chuckled. “I’m back…” He breaths out tiredly, clearly jet lagged from the long flight back home.

“You said you wouldn’t be back until next week.”

Leon chuckled. “I finished earlier than I thought.” His fingers brushed against Y/n’s check, holding him close before leaning down to capture his lips into a soft kiss when the kiss is returned he doesn’t stop himself to deepen it. Y/n can feel Leon’s hand trail down his back and pull him closer he tries to break away from the kiss, but Leon keeps leaning in. “Leon..the food…” he’s able to breath out between kisses only for Leon to guide them towards the stove, reaching over to turn the knob off.

“Food can wait.” Leon finally says then went on to remove his jacket and Y/n swore he was salivating at the sight of the man’s broad shoulders and biceps now out in better view. His shirt clung well to his form and made his waist look smaller and his torso bigger and god, Y/n was about to hyperventilate. “Missed you while I was gone, missed the way you feel against me.” Leon had mumbled out, lips hovering over his as he guides him towards the living room, hands on his hips while he walks them over.

“Finally got that vacation, told Hunnigan that if she needs someone for a job she will have to bother someone else.”

Y/n whimpered, unsure what to do or say next. “Y—you—we-“

The man pounced.

Leon’s arm shot out to pin him against the large couch, getting the hybrid to gasp in surprise by his sudden strength. His ears falling back against his head while he stares up at Leon who towered over him. His skin on fire, with his back pressed straight against the couch underneath him and his insides burning for anything to happen. He could already feel his thoughts officially turn to mush and his instincts just come alive with want, please, want, want, want.

Y/n hadn’t been aware he would be so desperate for something like this after Leon’s return. He’s handled longer missions and never felt such way until now. His head was light, almost to the point of dizzy, as he found himself looking up at Leon. “Look at you, baby. You’re so ready for me. You’ve been starving for this for some time, hm?”

“Y-Yes.” Y/n groaned, face growing hot in embarrassment as Leon got closer to him, one large hand reaching down to his thighs. Leon can only smirk, leaning down close in order to continue teasing his rabbit. “Eager I see, want me to fuck you?” Y/n could moan like a dying man, “Yes.” He can feel Leon’s hands trailing down his legs, eyes roaming down his body.

The agent can only chuckle by Y/n’s squirming, knowing how much he missed and craved for the hybrid as he slips his hand underneath his shirt, fingers exploring his chest and stomach until his thumb grazed over his nipple. “I’m going to make you feel good, back blowing--”

“Leon!” Y/n whines out in desperation.

Leon chuckled and blew against his ear, “Let me finish, baby.”

Y/n was about to cry.

“I’m going to make sure that our neighbors are able to hear you from here, let them know that you are all mine and how much I missed the tight little hole of yours.” Leons hand founds its way between the hybrids legs, cupping him over the shorts he wore while his middle finger stroked over his entrance.

“P-Please.” Y/n whimpers out while fighting back a moan from escaping past his lips. “You’re cute when you beg.” Said Leon and the hybrid is quick to know what he wants, knowing that he won’t do anything until he hears him beg for it.

“Please…j-just fuck me. Please. Fuck me. God, Leon, please, please. Want you. Please!” He could paw at Leons pants if he didn’t feel like it would be too much effort to try and move. “Ok, baby, whatever you want.” And then he gripped Y/n and hoisted him up pressing himself against him. “Legs around me. Now.” Y/n scrambled to do so, wrapping them around the man’s waist, and whined.

Instantly, Leon started to move. He gave a few experimental grinds between Y/n’s legs and the hybrid nearly shrieked with joy. Then the sinful mouth found its way to Y/n’s neck and without any sort of timidness or pause latched on to it. Leon nibbled and sucked to the point Y/n knew it would leave a bruise and nearly orgasmed right then from the thought. Y/n’s fingers found their way into Leon’s hair, tugging on them and is rewarded with a bite.

“Fuck, been waiting to have a taste of you ever since I got back.” Leon gave him another bite on the neck before he lapped at it with his jaw. “How about we remind our neighbors your pretty sounds, hmm? I want to hear my name spilling from your pretty lips more but let’s just hear how good it sounds.”

Y/n broke out into a drawn-out whine as Leon positioned himself to angle right up against Y/n’s short covered cock and began to slowly, but with more authority, thrust up against it.

“Say my name.” Leon ordered.

“L—Leon.” Y/n fumbled out and gave out another cry when that earned an even harder thrust. Leon moaned out. His voice sounded like sin. “Now, lets get started on getting you filled up.” Y/n’s face grows bright red. “Gonna stretch this pretty hole of yours and make sure that my cock is the only one you need.”

Y/n released a broke, high-pitched whine that dissolved into a moan which caused Leon to start rutting against him, grinding as if they were in some filthy club, and Y/n did his best to keep up but he felt himself just losing his mind. It was like he was floating away and getting drunk. Leon’s mouth and attention was actually making him go insane and he couldn’t help but love it.

He wanted more.

The two kissed like they didn’t have enough time together, tongues battling against each other, lost in the moment while Leon works on getting the hybrid undressed. Finally getting rid of the shirt he wore and quickly fumbling with the shorts he wore. Y/n moans when he feels the cool air once Leon removes his shorts along with his boxers and Leon smiled and went back to kiss over his face, trailing down his neck, to his chest.

He licked at a nipple and growled when his hybrid lover gave a gasp. His fingers trailed up and down his side, tickling over his chest and hips.Leon went back up to the hybrids chin and began to nibble, it was one of his favorite places on his lover, and smiled to himself when he earned another little rush of air. It was adorable.

With another nip he pulled back, smirking to himself when he gave off a little whine, trying to reach out to him in desperation. “Hold on, impatient little thing.”

Leon was quick to remove the blue shirt he wore. He started to unbuckle his belt when he heard another little noise. Staring down, he smirked when he saw those eyes looking at his bare chest with clear want and hunger. “You’re staring…you can’t hide anything can you?” Y/n’s eyes snapped back up to him in embarrassment.

Leon chuckled, “You have nothing to be ashamed about. I like it when you stare.” When Y/n avoids his look he smiles with amusement and leaned down to kiss him again, barely able to resist the skin. “A-Ah…” Y/n whimpered and Leon paused a moment over the hybrids collarbone but then trailed up to the neck again, lips playing over the collar. “Baby,” Leon began to push his pants off, groaning when they came in contact with each other completely bare and with a whimper, Y/n’s clenched his eyes shut, trying to catch his breath.

Y/n bites his lip when he felt Leons harden cock graze against him and tried to keep his breathing under control. The man was large, probably larger than Y/n ever handled before, and he simultaneously felt excited. With a noise that sounded like a squeak, Y/n’s body arched slightly as those larger hands wrapped around him and pressed against his back, smoothing down till they grabbed his backside and squeezed and pushed the cheeks apart. Y/n released a silent choking sound, surprised at the aggressive grip, eyes wide towards Leon. “Oh, gods.” He moans out.

Leon doesn’t need to prep him due to how wet he already is and easily slides inside, earning a chocked out moan. It takes Y/n a few minutes to adjust to Leon’s size again after not doing it for some time before he finally grows comfortable and gives him a nod to move. Leon doesn’t need to be told twice as he began to move his hips, leaning down to capture his lovers lips into a kiss.

Y/n meets him thrust after thrust, finally breaking their kiss when he’s doing little more than gasping and panting and moaning Leon’s name over and over and over again into his mouth. Leons eyes begin to burn, he’s so overwhelmed and frantic and on fire that he’s not sure how much longer he can last. He ducks his chin to press his lips to Y/n’s flushed chest, before Y/n curses and drags Leons mouth back to his.

“I love you,” Leon breathes when he can’t take it anymore - his blood is searing through his veins like lava, he’s surrounded by Y/n in breathtaking ways he never could have hoped to be. On top of it all, amongst their slapping skin and gasps and moans. He rests their foreheads together, bringing a trembling hand up to Y/n’s face and pressing his thumb against Y/n’s cheek. Y/n swipes his tongue against his swollen, kiss-bitten red lips and flutters his eyelashes Y/n rolls his hips on Leon’s cock only once more before he’s coming, too, impossibly tighter around Leon while he’s still riding his own high. It draws a long, satisfied moan from deep in Leon’s chest that has him wondering how soon he could go again, or how quickly he could coax Y/n to hardness again.

“I love you, too,” Y/n breathes against Leon’s lips, trembling and panting and sweating. “Welcome home, too…”

That causes Leon to laugh, hearing the sudden welcome home after everything. “I am home.” Leon breaths out while claiming the hybrids lips into another deep kiss.

#male reader #Leon Kennedy x male reader #rabbit hybrid #Leon Kennedy #Leon Kennedy x hybrid reader #hybrid reader #resident evil #resident evil x male reader #death island Leon Kennedy #DI leon Kennedy x male reader #Leon Kennedy x reader #kinktober

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separatist-apologist · 2 months ago

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Invisible String

Summary: To accept a mating bond, the female must present the male with something to eat.

No one ever said what that meal had to be.

For @velidewrites who never misses a beat when I drop the most deranged sentences known to man in her text messages at 9am in the morning

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If she had to sit in that room with him for another moment, Elain was going to scream. No one was in the house, not that it mattered given Lucien was standing next to the window, staring at the city with a blank, almost bored expression.

They did this once a month. They didn’t speak, didn’t sit next to each other, didn’t attempt to understand one another. And yet he still came, urged on by Feyre who was up at the cabin with everyone but Elain. That was Elain’s fault—she’d lost track of the days and had merely wanted some peace and quiet for once.

Of course Lucien wouldn’t be invited, and of course he’d keep his standing appointment with her. Maybe, without Rhys and Feyre lurking just outside the door, she could make her position clear.

“Why are you here?”

Lucien turned, seemingly surprised to hear her speak. “To see you,” he replied in that low voice of his. Elain pressed her thighs together, frustrated with the involuntary reaction. The real problem with his presence wasn’t that she didn’t know him, or he insisted on being in her way, but the simmering arousal he provoked. Did he feel it, too?

“I never invited you.”

“I wasn’t aware you were capable of speech,” Lucien snapped, turning to face her fully, “let alone extend an invitation.”

Prick!

Elain opened her mouth, stunned. No one had ever spoken to her like that in her life. Did he not find her sweet? Charming? Based on the look of loathing etched over his expression, she supposed he didn’t. Well, fine. She didn’t like him either, so they were at least on the same page.

So why did it irk her so?

She was allowed to dislike him—Elain had good reasons, afterall. Lucien, though, had no reason not to like her. He ought to, actually, and it offended her he didn’t. “At least I can read,” she shot back sweetly, crossing her legs.

Lucien’s eyes narrowed. “What makes you think I can’t?”

“Oh, I just figured if you could read a room, you’d have stopped coming ages ago.”

Lucien took a step toward her, flexing his fingers at his sides. “Everyone talks of how charming and sweet you are,” he began slowly, holding her gaze, “but all I see is a brat.”

“You have no right to talk to me that way,” she hissed.

“Why not? No one else does. They tiptoe around you, don’t they? Poor, sad, sweet Elain,” he said mockingly, taking another step. “No one tells you the truth because they don’t think you can handle it. I’m surprised they don’t dress you up as a child.”

Elain was on her feet in a moment, her own hands curled to fists. “You should go.”

“I don’t think I will,” he said. She ceded more ground—a few more steps, and he’d be close enough to touch.

“You’re not welcome here,” she insisted, but Lucien only shrugged his shoulders.

“Neither are you.”

Oh, how that stung. They stared the other down, and though he was twice her height and size, Elain swore he shrunk a little beneath her gaze. Good.

“What do you want from me? I’m never going to accept this bond,” she informed him. Had he not guessed? Now he knew. Elain had half hoped he’d leave, though another, stupider part of her wanted him to stay.

“Break it, then,” Lucien ordered, spine straight again. Whatever had cowed him was gone, leaving only determination behind. “Go ahead. We’re alone—should be easy.”

“I don’t trust you,” she lied.

Lucien barked out a dry laugh. “You don’t trust me?”

“You’ll go mad. Who knows what you’ll do.”

Oh, the distance between them was merely a breath. She could count the hairs on his head, could see the rough stubble gracing his jaw, the veins snaking up his hands. “I could do that anyway,” he reminded her softly. “You’d like it.”

“I—I wouldn’t—”

“I can scent it on you. You want to know why I keep coming? Did no one tell you about our heightened senses?” he asked her, head cocked to the side as though he genuinely wanted to know.

Of course they had—Feyre had warned her when she’d first arrived, along with a long list of other things Elain needed to be aware of.

She’d simply forgotten, like most things. She also didn’t think it was terribly noticeable, which was her mistake.

“Liar.”

“I smell it right now,” Lucien murmured.

Elain moved to shove him back, only for Lucien to catch her wrists with just enough firmness to keep her from following through, but not so much he’d hurt her. “Careful, Elain,” he warned.

“Who knows what I might do if you touch me.”

“I’ll scream,” she threatened.

A smile graced his handsome face. “That’s a certainty.”

“You disgust me,” she asserted.

Lucien yanked her closer, so her forearms were braced against his chest. “Say it like you mean it.”

“You wouldn’t dare?”

“Wouldn’t I?” Lucien replied smoothly, his eyes shifting to her mouth. “Tell me to stop, Elain.”

“You wouldn’t,” she breathed.

“I will. Tell me to leave, and I’ll go.”

Logically, that was the only good option left to her. Elain knew if she let him stay, he’d take her out of her clothes, and she was so afraid that she might enjoy it. It had been so long since anyone touched her, even casually. Lucien, bastard that he was, had been right that she sometimes felt as though everyone treated her with kid gloves.

The last person to touch her avoided her like the plague, wouldn’t even look at her anymore. And Gray…

Elain was lost in her thoughts, had forgotten for a moment that Lucien still held her. He’d transferred her wrists to one hand, something she wasn’t aware of until his fingers found a long lock of her hair. Elain only returned to the moment when Lucien tugged, pulling her even closer.

“Say it, Elain,” he whispered. It was a challenge, his tone triumphant. Lucien already had his answer, already knew the outcome of his visit. If she said no now, it was simply to defy him, to see if he’d go through with whatever he was thinking.

He must have seen it. With a sharp expression, he warned, “Choose your next words carefully, love.”

“Get your hands off me,” she whispered. What are you going to do about it?

Lucien shook his head back and forth. “We could have done this the easy way, you know.”

Hands on her shoulders, Lucien pushed Elain to her knees. No one had ever dared. She was breathless even as she shot him the filthiest look, knees pressed together as if it even mattered.

Lucien kept his grip tight on her hair, which prompted Elain to try and stand back up.

He tutted, shaking his hand back and forth as his free hand pulled at his laces. “You need a lesson in doing what you’re told to do.”

“I don’t answer to you,” she snapped, well aware she was going to do whatever he demanded so long as he continued to talk to her like he was.

“You do today,” was his only response. Lucien had freed himself from his trousers and for a moment, Elain had forgotten everything else. She’d seen exactly one penis in her entire life—Graysens—and it looked nothing like this. Big, thick, neatly trimmed and, worst of all, wholly erect. Where had he been hiding it?

She glanced up, hating that self-satisfied smirk on his face. “Open.”

Elain shook her head no, a little uncertain. What did he expect from her? She’d never…Graysen hadn’t asked her to, and she’d been so nervous she hadn’t volunteered. She almost backed out, telling him no seriously and leaving the room with nothing but embarrassment, but…there was something almost funny at the thought of Lucien very seriously trying to coerce her into sucking him only to learn she had no skill at it.

He’d get what he wanted in theory. Not practice.

“You disgust me,” she whispered.

Lucien pinched her nose. “Say it like you mean it next time.”

Lucien thrusted into her open mouth just as she took a breath, leaving no room for rebuttal. His skin tasted salty but not unpleasant, and despite what she’d imagined, he didn’t try and force himself all the way down her throat. He groaned, even when her teeth scraped over sensitive skin, confusing her. Surely that didn’t feel good?

He pulled back before moving her head and this time Elain bit a little. Lucien inhaled sharply.

“Don’t,” he whispered. That was the line, then. She could drag her teeth along him, but she couldn’t bite. Their eyes met, pleading and defiant all at once, in silent acknowledgement. The game, whatever it was anymore, had rules. Lines, even, that couldn’t be crossed.

Digging her nails into his thighs, Elain shoved. Just to see what he’d do.

Lucien stumbled back, gripping the base of his cock with wild, half-desperate eyes.

“You’re so pathetic,” she whispered. Lucien strode forward, grabbing her by the head and pulling her neck back so far it almost hurt. Leaning down, he scraped his teeth over the back of her neck.

“I’m not the one on my knees,” he reminded her.

Yet, she almost said, though Elain was too embarrassed to say it outloud. What if she was wrong about it all? What if she did this, he buttoned himself back up, and left satisfied? She could think of no worse fate than that.

Lucien had invaded her throat, again, less elegantly than before. There was desperation, there—like he was working himself into something, though she had no idea what that might be. Instead, Elain focused on not drooling all over him, which seemed like an embarrassing thing to do.

There was some trick to tucking her lips around her teeth and how and when to use her tongue. Because Lucien’s opinion mattered so little to her, she didn’t worry about how she looked or even if he enjoyed himself so much as she concerned herself with learning how to do the task well.

“Fuck, Elain,” he whispered, proof that pleasuring men wasn’t terribly difficult. “You’re doing so well.”

Heat flooded between her legs. Watching, she caught the way his nostrils flared, how both real and mechanical eye seemed to roll upward into his skull. He was too easy, his every emotion written all over his body. How strange to realize he wanted her, and badly.

Stranger still to realize that perhaps she wanted him, too. Not forever, but maybe…

No. Making an arrangement like that was what had doomed Nesta. She’d heard Cassian discuss it with Rhys and Azriel, the agony of wanting her, of only having bits and pieces, of hoping she’d change her mind if he held out long enough.

“Focus,” Lucien whispered, hardly domineering. He sounded like he might beg if she stopped. It was tempting, and he seemed close enough, given the way she could feel his heart pulsating beneath her tongue. Her jaw ached, though was lessened by his own fingers holding her head, guiding her along at a pace she didn’t need to think about. Her knees were beginning to ache—she should have grabbed one of the nice pillows from the nearby sofa—but otherwise Elain was enjoying herself.

How strange, to enjoy an activity with Lucien. Especially one that gave him such joy. It made her happy, and that was enough.

“Fuck, Elain,” he breathed, pulling her closer. She gagged around him, widening her jaw to draw air into her lungs without choking. She didn’t expect the rush of salty fluid that came, dripping from the corners of her lips as she struggled to swallow it quickly. She’d thought it was spit at first before she’d realized.

More heat flooded through her, a match igniting into an inferno. Lucien pulled out of her mouth, leaving a string of salvia connecting them just as surely as the mating bond. They stared at one another unmoving, his cock bobbing between them. What now? Was she done?

“Stand up,” he panted and Elain, tragic as she was right then, scrambled to her feet. She wanted to do it, instinct purring like a kitten offering up its belly. Touch me touch me touch me touch me— she couldn’t bring herself to ask him.

“Take it off,” he said, nodding toward her dress. Elain’s fingers were on the buttons at the front of her dress before her mind even comprehended the order. Lucien was watching with an intensity so feral it made her hands shake. He didn’t move save to grip his cock which was still rigid, still a bright purple color. Using her own saliva, Lucien stroked himself slowly with both lazy and loving movements.

“All of it,” he murmured when she was standing before him in nothing but her under things.

She’d come this far, she decided. And she’d done something for him—it was only right he returned the favor. Ignoring, of course, she wanted him to. Maybe he’d be so bad at it she’d never feel anything but apathy for him ever again.

That seemed unlikely given the traitorous thunder of her beating heart, but one had to live in hope. Elain took the rest of her clothes off, adopting the defiance from earlier to save her from embarrassment. Lucien’s eyes roamed slowly, starting with her face before traveling down, his eyes a warm caress against her skin.

“Oh, Elain,” he murmured with a touch of affection. “Offer yourself to me.”

“What?”

“Sit on the sofa, spread your legs, and offer yourself to me.”

Elain sat down and Lucien drew nearer, still casually stroking his cock. His eyes were focused between her legs, as if his very life depended on what was going to happen next. She had limited experience with the act—Gray had gone down on her for a moment, just enough to get her ready, he’d said. She’d been too shy to ask him to finish what she started, but now…

It was just Lucien. It didn’t mean anything.

Despite her nerves, Elain leaned back, positioning her heels on the edge of the fabric before letting her knees fall open. A strangled, desperate whine slipped from Lucien’s lips as he surged forward, stopping himself just before he reached her.

“Offer,” he demanded, as if this were important.

“Taste me, Lucien,” she whispered, unsure if that was something he’d want to hear.

His knees crashed to the wood floors so roughly the windows rattled in their panes. She exhaled when his tongue found her thigh, teeth biting tender flesh just hard enough to make her cunt throb, but not so hard it hurt. He teased, letting his warm breath fall over her exposed body, his mouth everywhere but where she wanted it.

He knew what he was doing. Bastard.

Elain fisted his long, auburn hair in her hand, forcing him to look at her. “You have poor manners.”

He only grinned in response, holding her gaze as he lowered himself to take a languid swipe clearly up the center of her. She exhaled roughly, head falling back when the tip of his tongue found her clit. That was what she wanted—straight and to the point.

Lucien wanted to play. Just like before, he licked everywhere except where she needed him, his fingers spreading her wide as he adjusted his stance so she could rest her legs against his shoulders. For one wild moment, she imagined what would happen if someone happened to come home and casually stroll in on the scene unfolding.

They’d likely scent it, she realized. It was too late to stop—even if she’d wanted to, she couldn’t.

Lucien’s tongue returned to her clit, swirling a slow pattern over the sensitive flesh until she was panting. Arousal pooled low in her gut, snaking outward until it lodged itself in her throat.

It wouldn’t take her long. She was so touch starved and desperate that he could have simply stared at her from his position and she was likely to come.

Lucien was clearly putting effort into the act, his thumb teasing her entrance to create just enough pressure and friction that she was losing herself, slowly unspooling beneath his hands.

“Elain,” he whispered. She was too focused, barely noticing he was pulling on the mating bond between them. She liked that, too—each caress of that cord, which seemed to be more present, stronger, pronounced, than she’d ever felt.

“Elain,” he repeated after a wet suck of his lips.

“Shut up, Lucien,” she replied.

“Have it your way,” he murmured. There was nothing slow or soft about what he did next. His finger slid into her body, causing Elain to bow off the sofa. Lucien pushed her back down, his tongue on her with relentless ferocity. He didn’t move, using the flat surface to his advantage as he began pumping himself in and out. It was too much, the need building higher and hotter until Elain’s legs clamped around his head.

She fractured for a moment, distantly aware she’d made some half gargled scream she couldn’t quite swallow. He didn’t stop, thrusting faster, his tongue still working her to ride her through the high and oh. It was perfect.

Elain pushed at his fate, taking note of his flushed cheeks, his wet lips, his satisfaction. They were both naked, panting as they looked at one another trying to decide what came next.

She waited for the need burning a wildfire through her to settle, quelled by the orgasm. It seemed only to grow hotter, her arousal more desperate. She wanted more.

Needed more.

“Lucien,” she whispered.

A smile fell over his expression. “Tell me what you want.”

“You.” There was no shame in admitting it, then.

“Not here. Not like this,” he informed her. “Which room is yours?”

“Upstairs,” she replied. He scooped her up easily, like she was nothing at all, body cradled against the warmth of her chest.

“Do you feel it?” she asked, tentatively tugging at the bond between them.

“Elain,” he murmured, looking down at her. “Did anyone explain how mating bonds work to you?”

“I have to…offer…something to eat…” her words trailed off, eyes never leaving the triumphant look on his face. “Surely—surely not—”

Lucien took a deep breath, his pleasure shimmering between their shared connection. “Offered willingly by my mate.”

“You knew?”

He kicked the door to her bedroom closed gently before dropping her to the bed. “Of course I did.”

She should have demanded he leave, should have kicked him and called someone for help. He prowled toward her, the muscles in his shoulder shifting as he crawled his way up her body, settling between her thighs.

“Are you sorry?” she asked him, her legs seemingly spreading of their own accord.

“No,” he admitted, cupping her cheek before rubbing his thumb across her lips. “I don’t think you are, either.”

He slid himself an inch into her and oh. That's what she needed. “I’m not going to make your life easy.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to,” he replied, ceding another inch.

“Everyday will be punishment,” she added.

Lucien groaned, pushing further yet. “So long as it's at your hands.”

“You’ll regret this.”

He seated himself wholly within her, holding her gaze. There was that same ferocious, near feral intensity staring back at her.

“Never.”

#elucien #pro elucien #thank you velide for always having my insane back #truly match my freak lmao #wrote this in a day so i dont want to hear about typos

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citrinae · 3 months ago

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of grapevines and godly betting.

sanji x reader

summary; you love to hate sanji. a twisted part in him loves it when you do. so you propose a deal around it, and he’s thrilled to follow through and see where it will take you.

contents; explicit content, sanji acting like himself, cunnilingus, piv, creampie, slight degradation, asphyxiation if you squint, drinking, mythology & religious imagery, afab!reader with mentions of using lipstick, wc: 4.8k, mdni. this fiend wound up longer than it should so consider this a fair warning.

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Chairs creaking, uncomfortable clutter of plates. Your leg pounds restlessly under the dinner table. Slightly above the surface, you bring the teaspoon to your mouth, let a raspberry slide down your throat in a self-conscious gulp. Robin compliments the food. And while usually this is music to Sanji’s ears, now he just lets the words go through him, drowning a hurried ‘thank you, lovely’ into the wine he sips on too loudly to go unnoticed. His other hand starts searching through his pockets; he really needs a smoke. Robin’s gaze lands in your direction, and her smile—soft and curious—is enough to send a shiver down your spine.

Because she knows.

No matter how well you can carry yourself, Robin will always recognise a buried thought when there is one. But she stays silent, unbothered. Your lungs ease off. Then she asks Nami to pass her a napkin, and there’s the hissing of a lighter you can hear from Sanji’s side. Chasing relief, he shots an exhale towards the ceiling.

This started a couple of days ago, when, one day after dinner, you told Sanji you'd be up to giving him a treat of your own. Under the condition that he contained his nosebleed for two weeks. Breathless he nodded, loosening the knot of his tie because he knew you weren’t going to make it easy for him. Even then, watching your mouth wrap the words in silk, and the light glinting off your eyes like a knife pointed at his throat, cold and sharp and deadly, Sanji was helpless before your charms, a molten mass of clay for you to tear apart and mould anew.

And so you did. With shorts that were shorter than he remembered and tops revealing a little more skin than you got him used to. In the mornings you would glide down the stairs to the kitchen in your most expensive robe, while some nights you would stain the mouth of your bottle with your reddest lipstick and offer him a sip—which at first he would hesitate to accept, swallowing his breath, but eventually bring to his own lips with shaky hands. And at lunch, you could notice the slight tremble of his bottom lip as you licked your teaspoon maybe longer than necessary. There was no touching there, not that you needed to go through much trouble to spark anything inside him—something Sanji also grew aware of, you’d figure, watching him go to and fro Chopper’s bay with alarming frequency.

“It’s chronic, right,” you crooned one time as soon as you caught him turning the door handle. “The thing that you have.” He pushed back in, words leaving in incoherent streams when he did.

“You’re a sick man.”

But you’d lie if you said the gamble wasn’t starting to take its toll on you either. Fun as it was to toy with Sanji’s weakness for all things good-looking, soon enough his cologne felt stronger, the rustle of his shirt as he moved sounded louder, and you had a harder time applying lipstick to your lips without imagining it all smudged around his collar. Luckily to your growing impatience, Sanji is also a persistent man, a resilient man, and held on to your deal to the very end of it. He could go through hell and worse for a chance with you—and he’s done it, much to your surprise, crossed a level without falling victim to any of his own shameful reflexes.

And now, two weeks after you launched your arrangement, you can’t tell if it’s excitement or reluctance climbing up your throat as you count the buttons lining Sanji’s dress shirt. He’s not wearing a tie today, you realise, maybe for the same reasons you decided not to wear a bra, collarbone cutting out tantalisingly from the shirt and pulsing with each drag he takes on his cigarette. Then your eyes reach to follow the contours of his neck, and stay there.

Sanji doesn’t have it in him to look at you, but he burns under your stare. It’s all drawn on his face with a soft tinge of pink crossing his face as your lips part and wet each other in the lack of something to press themselves against. Once aware of the power you're having over him, you can feel your mouth hiking a little higher. But it’s impossible not to wonder.

Why Sanji, of all people?

Is it because he makes you feel better about yourself? Because he entertains you? Because you wanted some sort of payback for the way he acts around women?

Robin is the first to call off for the evening. She bids you farewell in the sweetest tone you’ve ever heard, thanking for the food once more before turning on her heels. Franky follows suit, and soon enough the rest of the crew, spilling the deck with their voices and footsteps, until you look up and there’s no one else dwelling in the dim light but you and Sanji and the awkward chime of his rings against glass. During this time he’d be already hunched over the sink, taking care of the dishes, rearranging spices.

“Can I help you with anything else, sweetheart?” he says instead, propping his chin into a palm. He’s had a little—not so much as to embarrass himself but enough to gather a nerve or two. His smile is loose and his eyes seem half-lost in a foreign universe. There is a napkin folded at the foot of his glass; he wouldn’t admit it if asked out loud, but something tells you he’s been periodically using it to check for any red coming from his nose.

Still unsure whether what you lack right now is simply Sanji or the free entertainment that comes with his presence, you lean into your seat, pointing at the glass lingering empty and unloved by your plate. “Care for a refill?”

Sanji is fast to oblige, just as you expected him to. What you wouldn’t have it coming, however, is the small laugh vibrating in his throat as he stands up, deft fingers reaching for the bottle and pouring you another glass, courtly and deliberate like in the days he played waiter at the Baratie. You can’t help but notice the air becoming heavier as soon as he’s gotten closer to you—all citrus and pepper and nicotine, sending a blissful shiver to the space between your legs.

He takes the opportunity to fill up his own glass. However he doesn’t return to his seat, opting to drag out the chair next to yours for intimacy’s sake.

“I did some asking around, and this is one of the finest picks around these seas,” he says, elbows flat across the backrest.

“Oh,” your knee runs a faint touch onto his leg—he flinches; you haven’t touched him in two weeks. “Any special occasion you're celebrating today?”

“Angel,” the glass stops an inch from his mouth. “I hope you’re aware that every minute I get to spend in your proximity is a celebration in itself.”

Laughter follows, short and fragrant. “You’re so full of crap.”

“You think I’m lying?” he says, raising a brow.

You take a full sip of your wine. “I think you’re too purpley for your own good.”

“Maybe,” he admits. “And then again I’m a guy who likes to speak his mind.”

“How has it worked for you so far?”

“You tell me.”

Sanji takes a second to stare down at the cigarette between his fingers, inflamed paper eating itself out, slowly. The corner of his mouth pushes into something close to a smirk and your stomach tightens as soon as it does. Light from the wall lamps spreads gracefully across his back and hair, making him look to you like something unearthly, but quiet, making you think of names of tragedy and myth, resting their cheek deep in the Sun’s lap.

The truth is, when one’s mouth speaks reverence as often as his does, it gets hard to tell what may be going on inside their head. But there is something about the way he sits now, poised and pliant and shamelessly hopeful, suggesting this is something you shouldn’t really care about.

“Can’t lie, you pretty much intrigue me, Sanii,” you lean towards him, taking in his scent. “That or maybe I’m still around because I wanted a glass.”

There’s something lingering on the tip of his tongue, like sugar melting on a strawberry, catching colour. Yet he makes sure to swallow the thought before letting it out in any form.

“Is that so?”

“Mhm.”

The closer you are to him the harder he finds it to breathe. A strand of hair brushing the side of his nose, his eyes take their time to look into yours, and then slowly descend to the place your mouth is. His lips tremble in the absence of something to say to you. He sets the wine back on the table, and it’s mechanical, dulled.

“Right, right,” your voice fills the room. “And I asked something of you, a couple days ago. Silly me.”

Heat spreads to his cheeks.

“Ah,” he says. “You did.”

Your smile feels then like a wretched attempt at innocence. “Can you remind me what it was again, Sanji? My humble request for you.”

He blinks; once, twice, before the question takes full shape inside his head.

His words are frail, “You asked If I could be good and patient for a while.”

“And you were?” your mouths find themselves at a finger’s length from each other. “Good and patient?”

“Yeah,” he gulps for air.

The kiss is slow and wet and you can’t help but feel yourself melt into it; in the warmth coming from the soft press of his mouth and the care with which his fingers dig into the skin of your waist, pulling you close, closer, until you’re all climbed into Sanji’s lap. He tastes like wine and cigarettes.

“I missed you,” his breath is hot against your lips. “Fuck, angel, I missed you.” He then kisses you at the corner of your lips, and across your jaw, making sure he remembers each line and curve composing your anatomy.

You lean your head back, exposing more skin for him to reach. “Wasn’t that far away to begin with,” you tell him through a chuckle.

When he speaks, too preoccupied to settle himself at the space between your neck and shoulder, it’s with a low vibrato that pauses the world for a couple of beats. “You were. You’re no oil on canvas, dear,” setting a kiss on your neck. “You were made to be revered, not admired,” thumb making idle circles on your shoulder.

Instinctively your eyes roll heavenwards. You’ve heard this before; and you’re aware there is nothing necessarily distinctive about you—just happened to land aboard this floating circus and accept advances from the most hospitable person you found. Pushing your tongue across your teeth, you find yourself somewhere between enraged and flattered as you reach for the hem of your shirt.

This time, there's one thing you're sure of.

You want Sanji wet and silly for your attention. You want to feel furious enough to make him look like that.

“Good thing tonight’s reward includes more than just that,” you say.

Your shirt touches the floor; he gasps.

“Can—” Sanji’s voice breaks at the exhale. “Can I?” He looks up at you gingerly, and his hand is slightly trembling.

This is not something you’d easily admit, but seeing him like this—hair dishevelled, mouth half-opened, pupils blown out and circled by a thin thread of blue—sends a dizzying shot of serotonin to your head.

Your fingers push themselves through his hair, assuringly, “Knock yourself out, kitten.”

At first it’s light, with the back of his hand. His rings are cold against your skin as he touches you. Then the grip becomes fuller as he gains the courage, softly rubbing your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, and you can’t help the sound leaving you as he does. He looks drunk, with his cheeks taking to a decadent flush and his eyes distracted. You almost envy Sanji for his patience as you feel the bulge in his pants throbbing deliriously under you.

“So beautiful,” Sanji hums before letting his mouth collapse to your chest. “Just heavenly, and all for me.” A second later he's brushing his mouth against your sternum, thumb pushing into your waist, runs his tongue over a nipple and begins to suck. There’s a vicious tendency to flat your fingers across the back of his head and pull closer, to suffocate, until his cries and whimpers would stir you from inside out. Sanji would take the pain if that meant replacing the air with the sound of your name, and you’d be fast to help him without giving it away that he makes you feel equally feeble. You scrape your nails down his nape, and you’re soon rewarded a wretched sound as you do just that.

Sanji rolls his bottom lip past your nipple, “Let’s take this somewhere else.” His eyes linger between pleading and decisive as he looks at you.

You probe around the room, wingspan dropping to the light peeking through the bottom of the kitchen door. Right, your pulse quickens. Reclusive as it may seem, it’s the kitchen you find yourself in, half-naked and shamelessly grinding yourself over Sanji’s clothed cock. Anyone can just as well come in and catch you like this. Sanji’s mouth coils to the side like he’s been reading the thought from your face.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he says. “I’m not sharing the view with anyone.”

Sanji continues to keep you pressed against his chest as he gets up, and without hesitation, he grabs you by the hips, lifting you off the floor until your legs can’t do much of anything but wrap themselves around his waist. As you hover over counters and past the fridge, he occasionally leaves sloppy kisses on your shoulder, on your neck, your collarbone. They become even messier as he locks the door to the pantry and deliberately places you atop some crates of whatever Sanji stores to keep the crew fed. Taking a moment to have another look at you, he drops to his knees, a sudden, pathetic sound, and you smile because it’s pretty clear what’s coming next.

“Is this it?” you prop a leg onto his shoulder, bringing him closer to the inside of your thigh. “Is this the nasty little fantasy you’ve been getting your dick wet on these days?”

He sighs into the fabric of your pants. Yes, he tries to say. You help him unbutton your pants, with a hint of lingerie peeking out now, damp and inviting, making Sanji forget how breathing works for a minute.

It’s intoxicating. Letting him get this close to you is intoxicating.

Pulling your pants off one leg, “I think about you, every so often.”

He can’t lie, not to you.

The way you look at him feels like waiting to hear the punchline to a really bad joke. “Like you think of anyone with a slit in their pants.”

“This is—” he takes a moment. “Absolutely not true, sweetheart.”

“It’s ok. I won’t get mad,” a lie. “We’re put on this earth to drink and dance and love, isn’t that right, lover-boy?”

For someone whose most undertakings come from a place of discipline—schedules and lists and spotless counters, a cook but not a glutton, a composer but hardly a dancer—the words scatter into his face like less truth and more of an invitation. Even around women, caught in a hopeless chase for catharsis, he’s tied to rules and principles too tight for anyone but him and the geezers he grew up with at the Baratie to understand. For Sanji is a distasteful dichotomy between incarnating an Apollo in his own right and enslaving himself to his Muses.

Rosy-cheeked and hesitant, a delightful fog set in his eyes.

He nods nevertheless.

“Now,” and you grip him by the collar, a little meaner than intended. “Eat this pussy like you missed it.”

The smile he gives you hearing this is genuine, sweet. “I thought you wouldn’t ask.” Without hesitation he pushes two fingers into the plush of your panties, wet sounds shooting blissfully from underneath, and leans forward. It’s with his teeth that he pulls your panties to the side, but he’s gentle as he does it, careful not to bruise any of the skin he reveres just so. Sanji praises you then with a kiss, full and open-mouthed, hardly containing the mournful moans leaving him at the touch. They are hot against your folds, falling in perfect sync with the movement of his tongue and lips, and you’re fast to reward Sanji with a mewl of your own—in a voice you didn’t know you had but you can now hear filling the room, fogging your thoughts and numbing your chest. He’s good at this. You aren’t sure if the skill is something that came with practice, talent, or both, not that it matters. But to say a selfish part in you doesn’t want to keep him all to yourself would be a lie.

When he pulls away, his beard is coated in your slick. “Dear goodness,” he says, breath coming out slow, “You’re sweet. More of this and you might get someone addicted.”

“Watch out,” you say, smoothing your leg down his back. “Too much sugar isn’t good for your health.”

“That’s what they say about smoking, and here I am.” Laughter stays buried somewhere in his throat. He gives your slit another kiss, and another, caressing your thigh with his thumb. “But I must admit, I wouldn’t give up on something as savoury, even if it killed me.”

“I wouldn’t give up on you.”

As if, freak.

Cheeks heated, you push Sanji deeper between your legs, somewhat hoping he’d drown along with the words, and he whimpers in response. It doesn’t come much as a surprise when you notice he sometimes reaches down to palm himself as he eats you out, needy with his knees pressed into wood and face flooded with slick, unbuckled belt beating a tattoo into the wood you’re seated on.

“Fucking whore,” you dig your nails into his nape. “Mouth full of cunt and still looking like you’re about to die of thirst.”

Delirious at the sound of your voice, he continues lapping at your pussy, tongue flat across the spots that render you messier. Sanji likes it when you become just as loud as him, even closer to losing sanity when you pull his hair and call out for him, honey dripping off his name in ecstatic neediness. Seconds later he pushes two fingers in, and you yelp at the fullness, soon yearning for more, and more, whatever it takes to maintain the maddening sensation building up in your stomach.

“S-Sanji, I—” you hear yourself saying. “I’m close.”

“Oh, merde,” he manages, punched out and weak. “Mon sucre d’orge, that’s it, let yourself go for me.”

When you come, you feel like your voice doesn’t belong to you, breaking itself on a vowel, and it takes Sanji all the resolve he could gather not to lose himself at the same time. A beat later your focus—dazed and blurry from tears—collapses from the lightbulb bending from the ceiling to the blond of his hair. His chin is damp as you take it between your thumb and forefinger, tilting his face to meet you.

“What do we say?”

You try to dismiss the impulse to kiss yourself away from his lips and chin.

Sanji closes his eyes, runs his tongue across his lips. “Thank you for the meal, dearest.”

“That’s a good man,” pushing the hair off his face. “How about we switch places?”

“I think I’d love that,” he says.

Matter-of-factly, “Of course you would.”

So you stand up, still feather-light with the memory of Sanji’s mouth on your slit, and the crates clatter when you push him in their direction. He pretends not to be distraught by the sound of something breaking under his weight. All bad thoughts seem ignored and forgotten nevertheless as your arms lock around his neck, and your bare chest starts rubbing itself against his. You’re a riot, Sanji. Breath catching in his lungs, Sanji is thankful when you further unbutton his pants, run a cold finger across his cock, hot and dripping at the tip. You both know this won’t take long. Something warm and intimate kindles the blue in his eyes, like fire reflecting off the waves of the sea, and despite yourself your thoughts are taken away to the likelihood of an after. Always fun to play with.

“Gods,” he says, breathless, and your heart skips a few more beats as you feel his thumb brushing off your bottom lip. “I know I’ve been making this point all night, but you should really see yourself right now.”

Tears well up in your eyes as you try to adjust yourself on his cock. He’s bigger than you thought, and you attempt to distract the thought by running your fingertips over the faint traces of blonde hair lining his belly, by clinging on to the encouragement you’ve found in his stare. He’s patient with you, taking some time of his own to memorise your body down to the finest detail.

“Ngh—” you huff. “Would you build me an altar, Sanji? Nice and clean so you can fuck me on it as much as I please.”

“Yeah, I would,” he leaves a kiss behind your ear. “I could build you a whole temple, darling. Grow a dainty little grapevine by the columns and feed you all the stuff you like. Each day, I’d take care of my grapevine, and at night, I’d watch you dance and drink under the stars.”

A smile, sincere. “Sounds lovely.”

“Only because you're there, angel,” he says.

You can’t really tell when you’ve started moving, as if your body has been functioning on its own. But as your hips swing back and forth, gradually finding their own rhythm, you feel yourself falling into a desire to touch. Anything, anywhere, from the unevenly heaving chest beneath his shirt to the fullness of his lips, pressing your face into the crook of his neck, sour with cologne and sweat. You’re not sure when it’s been the last time you felt this way; barely in control. A long time, maybe never.

It’s primal, what he unlocks in you, all teeth and restless movement, and Sanji hovers between thrashed and captivated as he sits with a hand coiled around your waist and another buried into your nape. Sometimes he jerks up into you in a devoted attempt to offer momentum. Other times, he spills syrup into your ears as he tells you how good you are to him. What has he done to deserve such heavenly treatment? Would he be ever able to repay you for this? Jars clatter under your bodies as they curl and bend against each other at a steady pace. Nose climbing up Sanji’s neck, your tongue circles around a spot your teeth have sunk themselves in too deep. A moan escapes him not long after.

It’s melodic, and it makes you dizzy. “See what happens if you play nice for a change?” you say. “Ah, people will want to praise you for it.”

To this he can only nod, a hand feeling now across your chest.

“And you’re taking your reward so well, Sanji,” arms thrown around his neck. “Always so devoted, loving me so good.”

“Fuck,” Sanji’s mouth drops to your jaw. “Please never leave my side,” he breathes between his teeth.

Met with the words, a sinking feeling creeps somewhere in your stomach, but you’re too light-headed to care. Rocking him back and forth, chasing a second peak, you cannot think of much right now other than how good Sanji looks with his shirt messed up, chest hair sprouting out the fabric you managed to unbutton, and how good it feels when he fills you up with his cock.

The moment he takes to French—a waterfall of words, half-words, tripping onto each other—you’re pretty sure he’s about to come too. But as out of it as he may seem, Sanji still surfaces with a stamp preference for your pleasure over his own.

“You there, dear?” Something vile in his voice hopes that you are.

“Yeah,” you assure him. “Almost there.”

He still comes first, cock twitching between your folds, and it’s loud, sinful. A couple more ins and outs through his orgasm and you follow, bliss wetting your cheeks and blurring your vision.

It’s eerie, really, to feel yourself grow numb at the chest of that one man you think needs to be taught a lesson. Yet you’ve never held someone as tightly as you hold Sanji now, breaths ragged, skins scorched. His release drips off your thigh, lukewarm and damp. He starts caressing your cheek with the back of his hand. There’s warmth in his eyes, and you cannot help but lean into the touch.

“That felt—” a second of thought. “You were incredible.”

Your eyes remain on the marks blooming on his neck. “You will need to start wearing scarfs for a while.”

“Don’t worry about me, mon coeur,” he says. “What I need to do right now is help you clean yourself up.”

So he gently pulls you from his lap, careful not to louse you up any further. As one might expect from someone who thrives on organised chaos, Sanji is all efficiency as he zips his pants and picks up your own. Amusement pulls the corners of your lips a little higher watching him furtively check the crates and jars and cans you’ve jeopardised just seconds ago.

“You stay right there,” Sanji’s voice is less feeble and more assertive as he puts on his belt. “I’ll fetch you everything you need from the kitchen. Will be back in two.”

ii.

Moonlight delicately reflects off the waves swirling in your glass, like a sea of blood caught inside a crystal ball. A sip or two later you set the wine back down on the floor, and it lets out a light tap when you do. The railing of the ship is cold against your back.

“I saw Franky handing Robin a pretty fat buck,” you tell Sanji, arms resting on your knees. He’s loose as he sits next to you, smoke curling up from his cigarette, the bottle of wine you opened just the night before lingering between your forms. “This morning after breakfast.”

Out of the corner of his eye, “Do you think they?”

“They most certainly did,” you say.

A pause.

Sanji kisses the rim of his own fill, a smirk bending to the side. “Fucking shithead bet against me.”

“Is that what’s bothering you?” you turn to fully look at him, nails tapping against glass.

“You worry people will find out about us?” with his tongue he pushes his cigarette from one corner of his mouth to another.

Another tap, louder this time, uncertainty forming a knot in your throat. Cold seeps into your clothes, brisk and cruel, and you drag your legs under yourself, thinking of a thing to say, heavy with the onset of a headache.

It’s still Sanji who breaks the silence for you, “Well, we do enjoy each other’s company from time to time.”

“We fuck from time to time.”

Sanji clicks his tongue—he’s never liked the sound of this word, not when used to describe what’s happening between you at least, but you know this is something he’ll never say to your face.

“We might’ve slept together. But nothing’s for certain until we say the word, and until we do, butterfly,” he reaches for your hand. “We are free to take our time with each other.”

Feeling the gentle squeeze of your palm, you breathe out, and suddenly the world unfurls in front of you in softer colours. Maybe it’s not people finding out you’ve been afraid of, but Sanji, hopeless romantic Sanji, hoping to seal off a relationship as soon as he’s gotten a smudge of attention from someone he barely knows and offered wine to.

“Plus,” he huffs the smoke out of his lungs. “I have faith that Robin’s beautiful soul will respect our privacy.” Then his voice drops to an uncanny drone, “But if tank engine dick witnessed something and blurts out I’m fucking him up.”

You tilt your head up, losing yourself amongst the clusters of stars blinking in the dark, sewing constellations in your mind. Tonight the sky is clearer than usual. Closer to your proximity, loafers drag themselves across the wood. Wine spilling into glasses. Citrus and pepper and nicotine, drawing a tender picture inside your chest.

There’s a chance Sanji might be something more to you than you’ve led yourself to believe. A thought you can't wait to fade out once you get sober.

roll credits.

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Stupid Cupid | K.Mg

Pairing: Mingyu x Reader

Genre: fluff, love at first sight

Summary: You must be the reason why he's been nervous for tonight's event. There must be something that Cupid has been doing.

Author note: Happy birthday to the charming man, Kim Mingyu! You deserve the world, and I can't wait to see your amazing work and improvements in the future. Thanks to your mother for raising such a gentleman and kind son. Thank you for being born and setting such high standards for men. I can't stop falling in love with you. Every girl needs man like you mingooooooos🥰

Mingyu raised his hand and placed it on his chest, exhaling deeply, which caught the attention of his diligent manager who was navigating them to the venue. Despite Mingyu's seasoned experience with fashion events on an international level, his heart seemed to thump twice as fast for this particular occasion.

"You nervous?!" His manager's surprised tone rang out, to which Mingyu could only chuckle, adjusting his suit and shirt sleeves.

Mingyu shot his manager a look via the rearview mirror that said, "Don't ask me that question. Because I am, and I'm trying hard to pretend I'm not."

Closing his eyes, Mingyu silently thanked his manager when he switched the playlist to a more calming one, silently praying that his heart would follow suit and calm down too.

Once Mingyu entered the event, nothing particularly eventful occurred besides the incessant flashlights popping here and there as he made his way into the venue. Guided by professionals, much like previous events he'd attended, Mingyu found himself experiencing the same routine. Yet, despite the familiarity, his heart continued to pound.

"Mingyu, can we take a photo?" a voice interrupted his tour of the venue, and Mingyu nodded, obliging the request before taking a moment to rest and engage with other guests.

Offering his best smile, Mingyu's attention suddenly shifted as he noticed a figure in a stunning red wine bodycon dress making her way towards him. Though the person thanked Mingyu, he found himself momentarily speechless, captivated by her confidence and the radiant smile she shared while conversing with the director.

"This is Kim Mingyu, you might already know him," the director said, introducing Mingyu to you.

Suddenly, Mingyu felt like he was malfunctioning, barely able to raise his hand to accept the handshake as the world seemed to slow down. His focus was stolen away by your face, your eyes, and the charming sound of your voice as you introduced yourself. He knew you, but he hadn't realized just how attractive you were.

"Y/n and I worked together while she was filming her last movie," the director continued.

Mingyu barely heard the director's words, offering only nods as his senses were consumed by your presence. You looked breathtaking in person, and he didn't mean that you were unphotogenic.

"Yeah... I shot an ad with Seungcheol, Mingyu's member," you added.

Mingyu cursed Seungcheol in his head for gatekeeping you from him all this time.

"I'll let you two talk, I have to go," the director said, excusing himself.

Mingyu and you bowed to the director before facing each other awkwardly. Mingyu couldn't believe this was happening; he felt foolish for acting so awkwardly in front of a girl. He always knew how to handle himself in front of fans, but now he was frozen.

"Seungcheol talked a lot about you," you said, breaking the silence and starting a conversation.

Mingyu nodded, trying to hide the embarrassment coloring his face. "Is it a good thing?"

"Sure, he spoke highly of you. He even said you're his favorite," you replied, offering a reassuring smile.

Mingyu silently rescinded the curse he had mentally placed on Seungcheol. But now he couldn't help but wonder about the nature of your relationship with Seungcheol. Had you two grown close? Were you something more than friends? Mingyu's mind raced with questions.

"Did you two meet regularly?" he asked, attempting to subtly probe for information without breaking the bro code.

You tilted your head before shaking it. "Not really. We met a few times, but we both got busy. He's like a brother,, really."

Mingyu raised his brows, recalling something Seungcheol had mentioned about having a new sister. It must have been you.

Mingyu felt a wave of relief wash over him at your response, glad to hear that there wasn't anything romantic between you and Seungcheol. He couldn't deny the flutter of hope that sparked within him at the realization that there might be a chance for him to get to know you better.

"I watched your movie, Exhuma. Amazing," Mingyu complimented your acting, his voice filled with genuine admiration.

You looked genuinely surprised by the praise. "Thanks. It means a lot to me," you replied, a hint of humility in your tone.

"Actually, one of our members, Vernon, watched it twice just in case he missed anything," Mingyu added, a smile playing on his lips as he shared the anecdote.

You gasped in disbelief, clearly touched by the dedication. "Please convey my gratitude to him," you said earnestly.

Mingyu nodded, making a mental note to pass along your message to Vernon. "Sure," he replied with a warm smile.

"Y/n... Can we take a photo with you?" Two people approached both you and Mingyu. Mingyu gestured for them to take a photo with you, and you smiled and nodded, posing for the camera. Your wavy hair danced in the air as the photo was taken.

Once they left, Mingyu invited you to join him in watching the fireworks, a highlight of the event. He positioned you in front of him, standing closely behind you, almost touching your back. As the night grew colder in the outdoor venue, Mingyu removed his suit jacket and gently draped it over your shoulders. You looked surprised by the gesture, but a warm smile spread across your face as Mingyu gave you an assuring nod.

The tender moment between them was accompanied by the dazzling display of fireworks overhead, casting a magical glow over the scene as Mingyu's gesture of chivalry warmed both your bodies and hearts amidst the chilly night air.

"The fireworks matched the music," Mingyu whispered to you, and you nodded in agreement, turning your head to smile at him.

"This event has a great playlist, by the way," you remarked playfully, eliciting a soft laugh from Mingyu.

"The DJ deserves a raise," Mingyu joked, and you nodded in agreement, sharing a lighthearted moment.

As you two conversed, people nearby couldn't help but take pictures and record videos of the charming interaction between you and Mingyu. The ease and comfort between you both were evident, drawing the attention of the media and onlookers alike.

Mingyu looked genuinely at ease with you by his side, and vice versa, creating a captivating dynamic that sparked interest and admiration from those around them.

The aftermath of that night buzzed with chatter and speculation. Whispers circulated about how Mingyu looked at you adoringly, and how your presence seemed to perfectly complement his energy. Yet, amidst the gossip and rumors, only three individuals truly understood the dynamics at play: Mingyu, you, and probably Seungcheol.

Together, you shared a secret bond, hidden from the prying eyes of the world. Mingyu's affectionate glances and your seamless connection spoke volumes, but the truth remained known only to those within the inner circle.

Perhaps it was the work of Cupid, orchestrating the fateful encounter between you and Mingyu that night, weaving together the threads of destiny in a tapestry of love and intrigue. Whatever the case, the memories of that enchanted evening lingered, etched into the hearts of those who were fortunate enough to witness the magic unfold.

Scoups hyung: Mingyu!

Scoups hyung: You might be my favorite, but I won't let you hit on my Y/n! She's like a sister to me.

Scoups hyung: Okay, I mean, you might have a chance if Y/n says okay. But I won't let you off that easily!

Scoups hyung: I saw that cheap stare you threw at her!

Scoups hyung: We better meet after this, and you buy me soju!

Scoups hyung: I'm not kidding, okay!

Mingyu: Hyung, chill! Okay, let's meet. But not on Saturday, I have a date with Y/n already ;)

Scoups hyung: You little—

Kim Mingyu of SEVENTEEN Confirms Relationship with Actress Ji Y/n

In a surprising turn of events, Kim Mingyu, a beloved member of the popular K-pop group SEVENTEEN, has confirmed his relationship with actress Ji Y/n. The dating news has been officially acknowledged by both Pledis Entertainment, Kim Mingyu's label, and BHEntertainment, Ji Y/n's label, putting an end to speculations surrounding the couple.

In their joint announcement, Pledis Entertainment and BHEntertainment expressed their support for Kim Mingyu and Ji Y/n, emphasizing that the two artists deserve happiness in their personal lives. The agencies also urged fans to continue showing love and support for the couple as they embark on this new chapter together.

Fans of SEVENTEEN and Ji Y/n have flooded social media with messages of encouragement and well-wishes for the newly revealed couple. Many have expressed their delight at seeing their favorite idols find love and happiness, pledging unwavering support for their relationship. Fans are eagerly anticipating any updates or glimpses into their blossoming romance.

The end. Delulu is soluluヾ(＾-＾)ノ

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