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ringsofsaturnnnn · 1 year ago

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— [🪐] ·˚ ༘ ✎ “𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭!” “𝐬𝐡𝐡..”

MDNI | a.arlert x fem!reader

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 :: poor, shy armin doesn’t know what to do with your hands all over him. he knows it’s wrong, especially when you’re dating his best friend.

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨(𝘴) :: shy, inexperienced armin (woah, switching it up for once), soft dom reader, reader is cheating (again.. oopsie. i don’t condone cheating), creampie, fingering, oral (male & female), petnames, praise kink (if you really squint), possible titanic spoilers?? (let me know if i missed anything!)

𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 :: ahhh, my first request!! i hope this is what you wanted. i kept the cheating the same because i didn’t know what all you wanted to be similar to the other story 😭 - i proofed this thing once then added stuff and then didn’t reproof.. so i hope the stuff i added makes sense. anyways, enough rambling, enjoy! <3

𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥

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“armin! come in.” stepping aside, you allowed the shy, blond boy to enter your apartment that you currently shared with your boyfriend. “oh! thank you.” his voice was quiet, as it normally was when he was around you. he stepped inside, gently kicking off his shoes and setting them neatly next to yours.

closing the door, you made sure to lock it, checking the peephole before spinning on your heels. “how are you?” taking a few steps, you embraced your friend lovingly. his cheeks became a bright red as he quickly hugged you back. “oh uhm, i-i’m really good!” he stammered out, the tips of his ears bright pink. “how about yourself..?”

you could only smile as you pulled away from him. “i’m doing great, min.” your eyes seemed to sparkle as you gazed upon the innocent thing standing in front of you. armin looked back, absolutely enthralled by your beauty. he could stare at you for hours..

“so what movie did you want to watch?” your voice snapped him out of his thoughts and he shook his head. you watched as he sheepishly smiled, his hands fiddling with each other. “well, i-i don’t know. maybe.. maybe the titanic?” he stammered. armin was a nerd, but you knew that and you didn’t mind. “okay! the titanic it is.”

the movie had started playing, yours and armin’s eyes glued to the screen. jack had just won the tickets in a wild game of poker when you slipped your hand into armin’s. his eyes widened and you felt him stiffen slightly. he never pulled away, but you could tell he was nervous.

as the movie continued, you slowly inched closer and closer to him. it wasn’t long before your head was on his shoulder. his stiff posture had relaxed slightly, but you could tell was still on edge. “just relax, m’kay?” you tilted your head up, whispering softly in his ear. he cleared his throat, his voice breaking as he spoke. “i-i am relaxed..”

a small giggle escaped you. “no you’re not. you’re tense. just relax and watch the movie, we’re almost to my favorite part..” at your words, the blond seemed to find himself relaxing a little more. maybe he was a little tense, but it wasn’t all his fault. how could he not be tense when his best friend’s girlfriend was currently cuddled up next to him?

the long movie continued to play, the scenes dancing across the screen. throughout the course of the movie, you had shifted so your leg was thrown across armin’s thighs and your arms were wrapped around his torso. his arm was around you, holding you close as you cuddled him. your head was resting on his chest, sighing softly.

as the car scene came on, you felt armin slowly shifted beside you. a smirk appeared on your face. “you okay min?” you hummed softly, knowing exactly what was wrong with him.

clearing his throat, he nodded. “yeah, yeah, uhm- i’m fine..” you could feel him shift his weight yet again. moving your hand from his torso, you started trailing it down to armin’s thigh, your eyes looking up at him innocently. “are you sure? you seem awfully tense..” moving your hand back up, you slowly started palming his already semi-hard cock. “you’re hard..” you teased, watching him become flustered underneath your touch.

you touch sent shivers down his spine, but he knew that he shouldn’t do this. that he couldn’t do this. “w-wait! y-you’re dating my best friend! w-we shouldn’t.. we can’t do this..” armin whisper-shouted. his cheeks were flushed and he was getting more and more riled up with each passing second.

“oh, don’t worry about him. he’s out of town for a few days anyway. just focus on me instead, ‘kay pretty boy?” you slowly climbed into his lap, slipping your arms around his neck. as you straddled him, armin swallowed, his dick straining against the fabric of his sweatpants. “a-are you..”

you silenced him with a kiss, the poor blond shaking underneath you. he had never done anything like this before. he was a virgin in every single way. the poor thing had hardly ever touched himself before. he didn’t even know what it was like to cum properly.

he hesitantly kissed you back, which made you pull away. his pretty blue eyes were wide as he looked at you helplessly. “do you want me to guide you through this?” he eagerly nodded, his earlier thoughts about you cheating on his best friend forgotten. truth be told, armin had always liked you. when you started dating his best friend, his heart broke, but he always pushed those feelings away. he was supportive, no matter how much it killed him.

“alright, i’ll guide you. put your hands,” you took his hand and placed them on your waist. “here.” he nodded, his breath hitching. he was.. he was touching your hips! he was getting all shy and flustered, which you found adorable.

“that’s a good boy. now, when i kiss you, kiss me back. like you mean it. like you want it.” he nodded quickly, making you smile. “atta boy.” pressing your lips to his, he kissed you back fervently, like he’d never get to kiss you again. his passion was both amusing and endearing. your boyfriend never kissed you like this anymore..

he involuntarily squeezed your hips, feeling your skin give underneath his fingertips. you squealed, pulling away. “o-oh! i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean to- i’m so-“ armin immediately started blabbing out apologies, so afraid that he’d done something wrong. you couldn’t help but start laughing at armin’s quick apologies. he looked back at you, confused at why you were laughing. what was so funny? “baby.. it’s okay. you just startled me. but it’s alright, you can get handsy with me.” you flirted, winking at the blond.

this only sent him into a more flustered state. “i-i..” his cheeks were bright pink and his breathing was somewhat labored. “let’s take this to my bed. it’ll be a lot comfier.” he just nodded, allowing you to climb off of him and take his hand. you led him towards your bedroom, squeezing his hand as you walked.

the minute the door shut behind you two, you were all over him. your hands explored his body, making him whimper and whine. he was just so cute. when you slipped your fingers underneath his shirt, he pulled away. “w-wait-“ you kept your hands were they were and looked at him, waiting for him to speak. “i’ve never.. i’ve never done this before. i don’t want to..” he trailed off, swallowing. “i don’t want to disappoint you.” his baby blue eyes filled with tears, which broke your heart.

“oh minnie..” moving your hands from under his shirt, you wiped the fat tears rolling down his cheeks. “you won’t disappoint me. you’ll do so good for me, i promise. let me guide you, m’kay? just listen to everything i say.” he sniffled and nodded, which made you smile. he was such a good, obedient boy.

resuming your previous motions, you gently tugged his shirt over his head and off. despite his smaller, lean frame, he had a nice build that had you drooling slightly. “uhm..” armin’s voice had you coming back to reality. “sorry, sorry,” you shook your head before meeting his eyes. “do you want to take my shirt off?” you asked him. his face was on fire as he slowly nodded. he slowly moved his hands underneath your shirt, pulling it over your head and discarding it next to his.

“woah..” he gasped. his blue eyes scanned your body. you were only half-naked but he was still enthralled by you and your beauty. “you’re.. you’re gorgeous..” now it was your turn to blush. your boyfriend didn’t compliment you like this. your boyfriend didn’t make you feel like armin did..

it wasn’t long before you found yourself kissing armin again. pushing against him, you slowly backed him towards your bed, his knees bending as he hit it. he sat down, you standing between his legs. “i’ll make you feel good, don’t worry.” you whispered. your hands moved down to his sweatpants, gently toying with the waistband. “are you okay with this? i’m not going to do something you don’t want to do, alright? say the word and i’ll stop.”

he shook his head, whining a little. “please, i-i want it..” you smiled before telling him to lift his hips. doing as he was instructed, you pulled his boxers and underwear down. he let out a soft sigh, the feeling of his sensitive cock being freed from his pants sending a slight shiver down his spine. you finished pulling his pants off, throwing them somewhere in the room.

your eyes flittered up to his cock. it wasn’t too big, but it wasn’t too small either. he was also thick. “got such a pretty cock, baby..” you cooed, which made him cover his face with his hands. “d-don’t say things like that!” he whined. “hey, move your hands. i want to see you.” you demanded sternly. he did as he was told, allowing you to see his bright red face. “good boy.”

moving your hand, you slowly started stroking him, making him cry out. “oh god!” you laughed, realizing just how inexperienced this innocent little thing was. oh, you’d have fun corrupting him.

“that feel good?” you asked, knowing exactly how he’d answer. “s-so good. yeah, feels good..” he babbled. you sped up your pace, wanting to see how it would affect him. “wait! wait, wait, wait!” he cried. before you could even react, a few ropes of cum shot out and covered your hand. he whimpered helplessly, your eyes widening.

“i’m so sorry. that’s so e-embarrassing.. i’m so sorry..” he seemed so defeated. “nono, armin. hey, it’s okay.” he shook his head, not believing your words. “it was only a few strokes and i.. y-y’know.. came..” his tone seemed sad, which only made your heart ache. “hey, hey. it’s okay. you’ve just never been touched before. it’s natural. don’t feel bad.” you reassured him. he looked up at you, nodding a little.

he blinked, his wide eyes filling with tears. why was he crying? he was mentally scolding himself, but you only used your other hand to wipe his tears once again. “don’t cry, lovely. it’s quite alright, really.” before he knew what you were doing, you had dropped to your knees. your lips had wrapped around his tip and was gently sucking on it. “oh my god.. oh my god.. oh my g-god!” he cried out, his body shaking.

you smirked, continuing what you were doing. “holy shit..” he gasped. you slowly took more and more of him into your mouth, a small gag escaping you. “oh, nono, don’t hurt yourself..” his voice was weak, his legs trembling ever so slightly. “hey..” he wanted to pull you off, but your warm mouth just felt so good around him. his fingers found your hair and he gently ran them through your soft locks. “oh hell. you’re.. you’re making me feel so good, angel..” his breathy whimper was like music to your ears.

his head was tossed back as his grip on your hair tightened. “yeah.. yeah!” he cried. he was vocal, but you didn’t mind. truthfully, you liked it. it was encouraging to hear his angelic voice crying out for you.

“oh god.. if you keep doing that i’m gonna.. i’m gonna cum again.” he gasped, gently tugging on your hair. you hummed softly, the feeling sending him over the edge. “fuck!” he squeaked, his eyes rolling back. his creamy seed filled your mouth and you did your best to swallow it all. pulling off with a pop, you looked at his face. his cheeks were flushed and his forehead had a few beads of sweat. “you did s’good for me, armin..” you praised.

standing, you leaned over his frame and kissed him. he could taste himself on you, which had him groaning. a small wave of possessiveness crashed over him. it was his cum you had just swallowed. suddenly, he longed for you even more. “let me eat you out. please..” his tone was shaky as he tilted his head to meet your eyes.

you smiled and nodded. “okay,” was all you said. slowly climbing onto the bed, you pulled your pants and underwear down, tossing them off the bed. spreading your legs, you allowing armin to nestle between them. he swallowed, pausing for a moment. he had never seen a girl in this way before. his wide, puppy dog eyes had you giggling. “it’s okay. you can touch me.” you encouraged. slowly moving his fingers, he watched your slick start gathering on his fingers. “you’re so.. you’re so wet..” he said, his voice filled with awe.

“mhm. and it’s all for you, pretty.” he looked from his fingers to your face. “a-all for me?” he repeated. you nodded, watching a smile spread across his face. it wasn’t long before armin was putting his fingers in his mouth, wanting to taste you. he let out a high-pitched moan at your taste. “need more..” he mumbled before shoving his face between your legs. you gasped, feeling him lap at your hole. for being a virgin, he sure seemed pretty experienced.

the blond studied you like a textbook. he toyed with different paces, seeing what had you moaning the most. when his nose bumped your clit, he listened as you squealed. that noise. he needed to hear more of it. more. more. more. “a-am i doing good?” he mumbled against your clit. you nodded your head, groaning. “so fucking good. doing amazing min!” your words made his heart flutter.

tugging on armin’s hair, you moaned loudly when he sucked on your sensitive clit. “oh god-“ you groaned, pushing your pussy closer to his face. he greedily lapped at your hole, occasionally sucking on your clit. “u-use your fingers too.” you gasped. he said nothing, but did exactly as he was told. his mouth attached to your clit as he slowly slipped two fingers into your warm hole. the feeling of you squeezing his fingers drove him insane.

it wasn’t long before that familiar feeling entered your body. “p-pretty boy. gonna.. gonna cum..” you whispered, your back arching as you did what you said you would. your slick covered armin’s fingers, but he didn’t care. removing his fingers, he went to lick your sloppy cunt, listening as the lewd noises filled the room.

you basically had to push armin away, making him huff. he stuck his tongue out, trying to lick more of your essence off of his face before starting to suck on his fingers, groaning at the taste of you. “now comes the best part..” you teased as he looked at you. removing his fingers from his mouth, he waited for you to speak. “you wanna fuck me, pretty?” you asked softly. his baby blue eyes widened and he nodded. “o-of course i do!” he gasped softly. he eagerly crawled up your body, pushing his soft lips against yours.

your kissed him back, feeling his hard cock rub against your tummy. as you kissed, you could taste yourself on his lips. “you can put it in without a condom. i’m on the pill..” you whispered to him. for a moment, armin didn’t know how to react. his first time ever fucking a girl, not just any girl, but you, and he got to do it raw? he truly was in heaven.

“o-okay!” he nodded eagerly, slowly pushing himself up. taking his cock, he slowly lined it up with you. while it took him a minute to figure it out, once he did, it was sheer pleasure for the both of you. “oh my god!” he mewled. he had only sunk his tip inside of your warm cunt, but he was already addicted.

“oh god. you’re fucking thick.” you groaned, your fingers gripping your plush sheets. armin looked down at you. “is that.. a bad thing?” poor boy was so worried about you. you shook you head, gasping as he continued to push inside of you. “no. not at all. in fact, it’s g-good..” the moment he bottomed out, he whined. your cunt felt amazing around him. if he wasn’t careful, he’d burst inside of you quick.

armin continued to stay still, waiting for you to give him some sort of instruction. “it’s okay. you can move.” he nodded, but was still slightly unsure. slowly moving his hips, he started thrust into you. you watched as he came undone on top of you, moaning like crazy. “armin, baby, go a little faster.” you instructed. “okay,” he gasped.

he slowly sped his pace up, his tip starting to nudge against that spot that drove you wild. “there. just like that. oh my god, just like that!” you cried out. your words gave him a small boost of confidence, so he continued his pace, making sure to watch your reactions. he pressed his lips against yours, then against your cheek, your forehead, and trailed them down your neck. he kissed you everywhere, wanting to feel your soft flesh underneath his warm lips.

“am i doing a good job? please tell me i’m doing a good job.” as he thrust into you, he sought your words. your reassurance. he wanted to hear that he was being a good boy for you. whining loudly, you nodded. your chest was heaving up and down quickly as you spoke. “yes. holy fuck-“ you cried. “you’re doing amazing. so good. so fucking good. just keep.. a-ah! doing that..”

“oh angel..” he whispered softly. he was moaning and whining above you, your fingers digging into his shoulders. as he continued to fuck into you, realization washed over him. he was fucking you on the bed you shared with your boyfriend. he couldn’t help but feel.. smug? despite his friend always being supportive of him, armin always felt like he lived in his shadow. but now, here he was, fucking his girlfriend in their bed.

“you’re a d-dirty little thing, you know that? being fucked by your boyfriend’s best friend on your shared bed.” armin’s words were a complete shock to you. it felt like you had a bucket of ice cold water dumped on you. “armin..” you gasped. he thrust into you roughly, which had your eyes rolling back. “yeah, that’s right. arch your pretty back for me.” he whispered. where was this coming from?

it wasn’t long before you felt that familiar pressure in your lower tummy. “armin.. i-i’m gonna.. i-i’m gonna cum..” you gasp, your eyes squeezing shut. he whined, his pace staying the same. “please cum. please cum all over my dick, angel..” he whimpered. that was all it took. white flashed behind your eyes as your body spasmed when you came all over him.

“angel!” he whimpered, his hips stilling. he emptied his load into you, a loud cry escaping him. he collapsed on top of you, your sticky skin meeting his. soft pants filled the air as the two of you laid there together, armin’s cock still buried inside of you.

“i-i love you,” armin admitted suddenly. “i’m sorry i never told you. i just.. i couldn’t tell you when you were dating my best friend. it felt wrong..” he whispered softly.

his words shocked you. armin liked you? moving your hands, you gently raked your fingers through his damp, golden locks. “armin, i.. i love you too. i just.. never thought you’d like me back. that’s why..” you trailed off. armin nodded his head, letting you know that he knew what you meant.

the two of you laid in silence for a moment before armin spoke again. “break up with your boyfriend.” your eyes widened. what did he just say? “break up with your boyfriend, angel. date me instead.” he looked up, his blue eyes meeting yours.

inhaling slowly, you nodded. “yeah.. yeah, okay..” a soft smile spread across armin’s features.

“that’s my girl..”

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thirsty4villains · 1 year ago

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Cool Heat | Chapter 2

Summary: You're an assistant for the Avengers. Loki has been hiding up in his room for the past week. You go to check on him and he's reverted back to his Jotun form, but he's not quite himself. The two of you discover that Jotuns go into cycles of heat, and Loki hasn't been in his Jotun form for over a millennia...

Rating: Explicit (smut in future chapters)

Warnings/Tags: THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN SMUT, and 1 chapter will have some dubcon, Loki lives in Stark Tower with the Avengers (because my brain is perpetually stuck in 2012 Tumblr era), sleep sex, PIV, smut, humor, romance, Jotun!Loki, angst, more tags to be added

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A/N: Thanks guys for liking the story so much! BTW, smut will begin in chapter 3 ;) anyway, enjoy!

CHAPTER 2 - (Word Count: 2,500)

Two days passed since speaking to Loki and he was still holing himself in his room. Neither you nor any Avenger saw him since you went to check on him on Saturday. His solitude began to worry you, which was peculiar given you barely even liked him. Nonetheless, you gathered the courage to approach his room again.

You knocked on the door. Like last time, twice, and then a pause before knocking three times.

“Loki?” you asked. No response.

“Hey, Loki. You in there?” You asked again.

Still nothing. You placed a hand on the doorknob and spoke once more.

“Loki, I’m coming in now, okay? If you can hear me, you better make yourself decent.”

Slowly, you cracked the door open. Inside, sitting in the middle of his bedroom floor Loki had a collection of books strewn about, surrounding him. Some were open and some weren’t. A rather large tome rested in his lap. In the back, his bedsheets hung over the side of the bed and twisted all over the place. The light in the room was low and the curtains were drawn closed. The air was also quite chilly.

You entered and Loki looked up from his reading. His red eyes grew wild with anger. “Who told you you could come in here?”

“No one did,” you said. “I’m here to make sure you’re okay, which you clearly aren’t, as you’re still blue and this room is a mess.”

In a flash, Loki got up so that he was merely inches from you. He hovered over you with a menacing aura and his finger pointed to the door.

“Leave.”

“Fine, fuck you,” you said, crossing your arms. “If you don’t want my help then I’ll leave you here to suffer with your alien problems. Have fun, asshole.”

You turned on your heels and headed towards the door.

“Wait,” his tone deflated. Against all logic, you did. “I know I’m being an ass. Please forgive me, my agitation and aggression… it’s only becoming worse. I am not myself.”

You finally turned back around to face him. The god’s face scrunched up like he was in pain.

“Do you want my help or not?” you asked, still tensed up, expecting another outburst at any moment. “You’ve turned me away twice, and very rudely at that.”

“Yes, I know. I apologize.”

“Thank you,” you said, relaxing slightly. His words also surprised you since you didn’t think he had a single bone in him capable of apology.

An awkward silence befell the room as you awaited his response, but he just stood there. You also didn’t notice until now that Loki was quite underdressed. He had no shirt on and the only article that clothed him was a pair of forest green boxers.

“So?” You said.

“So?”

You rubbed your temples. “So, what do you need help with? I can’t help if I don’t know what the problem is.”

“Yes, of course,” he said sheepishly. He bent down to scoop up the book he was reading. “You will understand my hesitation.”

You rolled your eyes. Was he just wasting your time?

Loki flipped through the heavy book. “The other night, after you came to speak with me, I traveled to Asgard. This affliction had to be explained in our library, and I went there expecting to find an answer and a way to cure myself. I was not going to be caught dead appearing to our healers in my Jotun form, so I came back here with as many books I could find on my race.”

“And did you find anything?”

His brow furrowed and he slammed the book shut. “Unfortunately.”

“Unfortunately?”

The god sighed out of frustration. “This… affliction I have is no illness. It is an aspect of Jotun pubescence. From reading I have learned that young Jotuns, boys and girls, when they leave childhood and begin to flower into adults they go into heat. I have not told you all of my symptoms. I have been agitated and angry, but most of all I have been incredibly frustrated… sexually.”

You blinked rapidly. “Oh…” You felt your face grow warm. “So you’re — you’re just really horny. But I’m confused, you’re obviously not going through puberty! …Right?”

He shook his head. “I hypothesize that because I spent most of my life unknowingly hiding my true form that perhaps my development as a Jotun was halted or delayed in some way, and it can hold back no longer.”

“Okay,” you said, nodding. “So then why don’t you just find a girl on Tinder or something? Or take care of it yourself?”

“I’ve tried the latter, it didn’t help and only made me angrier. As for finding a girl, I’m afraid that in this form I may hurt her.”

“In what way? You’re no different except your skin.”

“From what I’ve read, Jotun sex is very primal, animalistic. I may lose control of myself.”

“Oh.”

Loki sat down in a nearby chair and exhaled. His muscles flexed underneath the sapphire blue skin as he tried to get comfortable. It was alarming how suddenly intimate this situation with Loki was. He buried his face in his hands, his arms blue and veiny, his raven black hair cascading over his shoulders.

He was kind of beautiful. And you kind of felt bad for him.

“So having sex is the only way to get better?” you asked.

You tried to shake off a shiver, the cold air in the room was beginning to get to you. You rubbed your arms to ward the goosebumps away.

“As far as I’ve read, yes, that is the only way.” He sounded tired. “Otherwise I may lose control of myself completely and do something that everyone regrets.”

“If that’s the case, what about Natasha?”

His face snapped up, eyes angry. You expected him to begin yelling again but the moment passed. “I am not interested in her, and I highly doubt she is in me. Though she would be a viable candidate considering she can hold her own, it is out of the question.”

“Are you interested in men at all?”

“Yes, but at the moment I crave a woman.”

The way he said it made something within you tingle. You hated yourself so much for what you would say next: “What about me?”

“You?” He stood up.

The moment the words left your lips, you couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eye. He was definitely going to kick you out now, or yell, or maybe even laugh in your face. You weren’t sure what compelled you to volunteer yourself. Even though Loki was an asshole, you felt bad for him. Additionally, it’d been a while since you had a good go with someone and you’d be lying if you said you haven’t felt lonely the past few months. As men go, he’s not ideal, but he’s not the worst either. He also has several traits you find attractive in men: the dark flowing hair, the voice and accent, the cheekbones…

“I’m definitely not as skilled as Natasha. I’m no super Russian spy, but I do have S.H.I.E.L.D. training.” Stop talking, you told yourself.

“You,” he repeated again, approaching you.

You froze in place – unsure what he would do – then relaxed when he simply reached out and cupped your face with his icy hand. His thumb rested between your ear and your jaw. You looked up to meet his gaze; his devilish, cool gaze. He was studying you. You blushed more.

A fist knocked on the door. Both you and Loki flinched.

“They can’t see me like this,” Loki whispered.

“Okay, okay, umm, get out of sight from the door.”

He did, and you ran to the door, barely creaking it open. Bruce was on the other side.

“Oh, I was expecting to see Loki,” the scientist said. “Is he still sick?”

“Yeah, I just brought him some soup,” you lied. “It’s pretty bad.”

Bruce looked over your shoulder. “Are you going to get sick being in there with him?”

“No, he said it’s not an illness that affects humans.”

His brow furrowed for a moment. “If you say so. Just let him know we’re going on a mission. Not sure when we’ll be back.”

“Okay,” you said.

He had a confused, skeptical look but excused himself. He ran back down the hallway and into the elevator, talking into his communicator to the other Avengers that he was on the way.

Phew. At least that’s dealt with. You shut the door and gave Loki the all clear.

“Um, where were we?” you asked.

“You volunteered yourself to have intercourse with me,” Loki said.

“Oh, yes,” you said, your blush coming back instantly. “That I did. Well, I still stand by it.”

“I thought about it and I appreciate the offer, but no. I cannot take the risk of hurting anyone.”

“So what are you going to do?” you asked.

“I will figure it out,” Loki said, resolute.

“Okay,” you replied, unconvinced. “If you change your mind or want my help with anything, just let me know. I’ll be upstairs going over my reports.”

He nodded. “I will.”

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You woke up on the couch in the penthouse with your reports and paperwork half in your lap, half scattered around the floor. The room was pitch dark except for the lights of New York City’s skyscrapers in the windows. You checked your phone, it read 11:57pm.

You weren’t supposed to sleep in Stark Tower but it happened a few times and no one ever really commented on it. You spent the entire day reading and filing reports, eating both lunch and dinner in the tower. Sometimes you had so much work or the work was so boring that you just dozed off in the middle of it. With your phone’s flashlight, you collected all your papers and set them in a stack on the nearest table. Then you remembered Loki.

When you spoke, it was sometime in the morning, and now it was nearly midnight. You wondered how he was doing. By his description, it sounded a lot like he was an animal in heat. Obviously, animals could go into heat and be fine if they didn’t find a mate, but Loki’s situation was obviously different and he was getting worse by the day. If he didn’t find a solution soon, how aggressive would he get? You felt certain that he only told you he would figure it out himself out of pride, or maybe embarrassment. It was definitely a strange circumstance, but if you were in his place you probably wouldn’t act much different.

As you thought about him and his predicament more, you felt your body grow warm. You couldn’t get him out of your head – his aggression, his vulnerability; then your mind went to how gentle he was, the soft caress of his skin against your face. The thought of his shirtless, blue form plagued your mind, the lean muscles of his abs and biceps. The red eyes that scared you yet lured you in… His cold breaths against your skin.

Ugh, now you were sexually frustrated. How did this happen, wanting Loki?

You got up from the couch to grab a drink of water. As you ran the water into the glass, a loud crash sounded below you, followed by a man’s scream.

You jumped, nearly dropping your glass on the counter. Some of the water splashed the front of your shirt.

“What the hell was that?” you asked, though you were fairly certain you knew.

You went downstairs to the room you suspected the commotion came from.

“Loki?” you shouted as you pounded on the door. “Are you okay in there?”

The door flew open yet Loki was on the other end of the room, nowhere near it. It must have been his magic that opened it. The god’s back was to you and he breathed heavily, standing over his bookshelf and nightstand, both of which were toppled over. Books, papers, pens, a cup of water, and various knick knacks were all over the floor in an enormous mess.

“What happened?” you asked, taking in the scene before you.

“I lost control…” The god said. “I saw red and knocked the bookshelf over in my rage.”

“You’re getting worse, Loki. This isn’t good.”

“I was reading the rest of the books I borrowed from Asgard for an answer or even a hint as to how to conquer this. Nothing. Nothing! These books are all useless to me.” He kicked one of them and it slid across the wood floor until it hit the wall.

“Loki, it’s gonna be okay. Just take a deep breath,” you told him.

He straightened his back and did as you said. One deep breath in, one deep breath out. Afterward, he finally turned to face you.

“Better?” you asked.

“Hardly, but I did need that.”

“Like I said earlier, we can do it. If this is gonna make you go insane, then we can have sex if that’s what’s going to get you to calm down.”

“No!” He interjected. He looked like he was going to yell again but took a deep, shaky breath. “I said it before, I could injure you.”

“You’re one of the most disciplined people I know, I’m pretty sure you can get a handle on it. And remember, I have self-defense training. Wouldn’t you rather try than just lose your mind?”

“Urgh!” Loki groaned, holding his head in his hands. Was he… in pain? “I said it already! No. I do not trust myself in this state.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose between your fingers. “Fine, Loki. I’ll leave you alone. Anyway, it’s past midnight right now and I’m not gonna go home at this point. I’m just gonna sleep in one of the guest bedrooms. If you change your mind and you need… sex, you know where to find me.”

He only grunted in response.

“Um, okay. Goodnight, then.”

As you exited Loki’s room, you closed the door behind you. His behavior was getting on your last nerve but you also felt relieved to get away because you were fairly certain your face was beet red again. You took one of the guest bedrooms on the same floor, just up the hall and closer to the elevator. You stripped yourself of everything except your shirt and underwear and settled into bed. Before you drifted off to sleep, your thoughts were invaded again by Loki. If he was going to literally die of sexual frustration, at least nobody could say that you didn’t try to save him. It was so odd seeing him like that, so vulnerable and irrational – it was the antithesis of his whole being; the god who commanded strength, logic, and control within himself.

Despite the incident that just occurred, you were able to find sleep rather quickly.

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The King's Shadow - Ch. 3

Rating: General

Words: 4900+ (9600+ Total)

Media: Sonic the Hedgehog, Sonic and the Black Knight

Pairing: Sonic/Lancelot (Sonic/Shadow)

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Developing Feelings, Pining, Alternate Universe - Medieval (Check AO3 for any tag changes!)

Warnings: Canon-typical violence

Chapter: 3/3

Link to the original work

AO3 Summary/Excerpt:

The other’s embarrassment slowly melted away into a resigned sigh, before turning into a smile; mischievous in appearance, but nothing short of putting the sun’s radiance to shame. And then Lancelot truly felt the carefree and trusting weight, the sheer warmth of the newly crowned king’s hand in his own.

And he knew more than ever that his life now belonged to him.

Author's Notes:

cheesus christ i think this is the first time i've ever finished a multichapter fic…….. a short one but multichapter nontheless….. dang

ANYWAY i hope you enjoy :] hope you heeded the warning at the end of ch1

THANK YOU FOR READING I HOPE YOU ENJOY (also thank you for 150+ kudos on ao3 that is WILD) ❤❤❤

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Sonic put his quill pen down with a sigh, before quickly catching his inky mistake of leaving the near-dripping calamus exposed on the expensive desk as he scrambled to place it back in the inkwell.

He leaned back into his extravagantly lush and velvety chair and stared up at the expanse of the accented wall, flourishing with delicate patterns and complemented by rich silk fabric in reds, blues, and golds. While he hadn’t tested it out for himself, the bedroom looked large enough for him to do laps in probably— no, definitely. Just by eyeballing the area, it was more than likely twice as large as Tails’ workshop.

At that name, the pang in his chest came back, harsher than ever before.

Sonic sighed again heavily, lacing his fingers behind his head and running his eyes up the wall until they hit the ceiling, right at the giant gunmetal-steel chandelier that seemed larger than his whole body. A sense of unease crawled through him every time he entered his bedroom; it was the only place where the other knights or Merlina weren’t allowed to visit, and thus, the loneliest place in the entire kingdom.

It was like the room was trying to swallow him whole; like it knew that he didn’t belong there, that he was an intruder bestowed with riches that didn’t belong to him – tearing out pages from the book of legends and rewriting himself into it.

He always believed in deciding his own fate, but… he couldn’t decide for the others unless they wanted it too. He couldn't change the course of their world like that just on a whim. Sonic smiles a little melancholy to himself, thinking about how that line of thinking was probably the most king-like thing he’s done thus far. After all, it wasn’t always about fighting bad guys around these parts, was it?

Even if the others did consent to his continued ruling, now he had a choice – to go back to his own time, to Shadow and the others, and let the people of this world decide their destiny, or he could stay with the kingdom, with Lancelot.

As he looked down at the two letters on his desk, one stamped with red and the other with gold wax, he knew his answer. A pressed violet rested soundly in one letter, while commands almost befitting of his soon-to-be-lost title as a king lay in the other.

Sonic took in a deep breath and squeezed his eyes shut.

His gut feeling wouldn't let him down.

-x-

King Sonic had not made his nest in Avalon for very long, and yet Lancelot felt his presence permeate every inch of their lives with relative ease, making a friend out of everyone he possibly could, regardless of whether they were a peasant or noble.

Each and every townsman had felt it too, Lancelot could tell by their charmed expressions as he accompanied the king on his rounds. He’d insisted on travelling alone, putting his faith in Caliburn should anything take a turn for the worst, but his advisors were persistent. However, when Lancelot’s company was suggested to him, he was surprisingly quick to give in; one could even say that his eyes lit up, though the knight knew not to be so hopeful as to expect the king to enjoy his company above the rest. He could only hope that he didn’t greatly mind Lancelot cherishing their time together.

Even the nobles that had once upturned their noses at the new king, relented to the fact that he was indeed unique – however, that came with a hesitancy, deciding whether or not this new king would be good for their kingdom would be judged in due time, but for now, Lancelot could breathe easy knowing they trusted him for the time being.

But still… what if the rumours were true?

Lancelot’s stomach churned at the mere thought.

The two of them passed a quaint little shop at the far end of the town’s main street, something of a food and trinket vendor that rotated their inventory every other week. They’d been struggling a lot with thieves in the past month or so, but when word got around to the king, he’d rounded up the knights to tighten up the security within the town. And then just like that, those petty thieves were a mere tale of the past.

Much like King Sonic may one day be, Lancelot thought to himself, heart sinking in his chest.

He caught a glimpse of the shop owner standing behind a stand full to the brim with apples; some spotted and bruised, but otherwise perfectly edible and polished with care. Lancelot watches with a newfound fascination as the owner exchanges a bag of seasonal berries for a small bag of what he assumed was coin.

Lancelot curiously fished around the small brown bag secured around his waist, hoping for at least a few shillings to leave behind as they walked past.

The king however, had no intention of simply passing by. He silently gave the knight the sign to wait for the exchange to finish entirely before beelining for the shop with an eager wave. Lancelot glanced to his side, quietly smiling at his king and his ever-so charitable heart of gold.

“Your highness!” The shop owner beams at the approaching hedgehog, “How do you do?”

“Not bad, not bad! I’m happy to see you doing well. Have those thieves come back?” Sonic grinned cheekily, happier and more relieved than ever to hear the shop owner be so easy going about his presence, “I wouldn’t mind giving ‘em a personal message, if ya know what I mean.”

The owner pauses for a moment at the king’s words, a perplexed expression just barely lining the features of their face as they helplessly glanced at the knight and then back at Sonic – it’s a look Lancelot knows far too well. After all, he too was guilty of bearing such an expression at Sonic’s unusual speech mannerisms at the beginning. But they seemed to adjust quickly enough, perking up again with a light laugh as they shook their head, “I think I understand, sire, but there’s no need; there hasn’t been a single robbery ever since you assigned guards to patrol the town.”

Sonic smiles, giving a thumbs up that Lancelot wasn’t sure the other understood, but took politely anyway, “Good to hear it, buddy! Keep up the good work! Oh, and here—”

He fishes through his own mostly-empty bag, frowning when he feels only one coin. He pulls out a single silver penny and lays it on the counter, “Really sorry this is all I had on me. I don’t want anything; it’s just my way of saying good luck. I think silver means good luck, anyway!”

They look back at the king, at a slight loss for words at the sudden donation before Lancelot strolls up to the king’s side and neatly places a stack of coins on the table as well. Sonic’s expression changes from surprised to pleased as he shoots him a wide smile from the side, and Lancelot makes the mistake of looking right at him. He curses himself for being drawn into his gaze, distracted, while they were in the presence of another. The knight swallows thickly and pulls away, face heating up despite not being under the harsh sunlight anymore.

It was… strange how it was sunny much more often. Or maybe it was Lancelot’s imagination.

“T-thank you… it’s truly a miracle that a king like you has come to rule our kingdom, but…” They look away, a forlorn expression on their face. Lancelot can’t fight off the icy dread nipping at his heart, his mind begging away the premonition to no avail, “Forgive me if this isn’t my place, but… I have heard rumours that you will be heading back to your world some time?”

The anxiety hits him full force once the question lands, gauntlet covered hands curling into fists at his side. He knows he can’t bear to look at the king now. Not now. But… like always, he still can’t find himself looking away from the other.

Except the flash of regret, – of sorrow and melancholy, – in Sonic’s eyes devastates him like nothing else.

And it’s only for a moment, and not a moment longer, but it’s enough for Lancelot to understand.

“Yes, I—” He clears his throat, smiles as he scratches his head nervously, “The royal wizard, Merlina, has found a way for me to get back home.”

“I see… how much time do you have left, sire?” Lancelot almost couldn’t hear the owner’s voice over the sound of his own heartbeat.

“…I will be leaving in three days.”

For a moment, Lancelot feels nothing. Almost as if he’d been expecting it since the very moment he laid eyes on the king; but that couldn’t be true – deep down he knew that he wanted to serve King Sonic until the end of his days, and no one else. Until his final breath. Until crimson spilled and met with the soil beneath his feet in the name of honour, or until his old age finally put his battle-worn bones to rest.

But no thoughts of a peaceful or honourable death could put his mind to ease when the anguish suddenly poured in, as if the floodgates had shattered all at once.

He didn’t know what to think. What could he think when he couldn’t even figure out the source of his pain, let alone put a name to it? All he knew was that his chest hurt unbearably, and that he couldn’t bear to let go of someone like Sonic the Hedgehog.

“—H-hey, are you okay?!”

When the world came back into focus, he found both the shop owner and the king looking back at him with worried looks on their faces. Those wondrous, lively eyes so full of worry for him. For him.

Suddenly, he was overcome with the urge to laugh. Had he become so delusional to think that his feelings ever really mattered to begin with?

As a knight, he had a responsibility. And surely, as a mortal hedgehog, he had a heart. He knew well enough that he could not carry both in his hands, and so he chose to be a knight until the very end, just as he’d promised on that fateful day that he took the king’s hand and swore his life to him.

“I’m… quite alright, my liege.”

Lancelot looked back at Sonic with all of his courage, and smiled at him with every bit of strength he could muster.

The king then sighs, face pulling into something almost irritated. Amidst the new surge of fear, Lancelot suddenly finds his wrist captured by the other as he’s pulled into a dark and damp alleyway near the back of the town, ignoring the questioning looks from the other townspeople.

He could barely make out the king’s face in the dim light from the side, but really, it was probably better this way. Although, who was he kidding? He’d already memorised his face down to the small, healed nick by the bridge of his nose that Sonic himself probably hadn’t noticed.

The king relented his grip on Lancelot’s quivering wrist, as they both stood to face each other, their backs to the walls. He huffs, crossing his arms and tapping his foot impatiently, “Okay, what’s up?”

“P-pardon?”

“I mean—” Sonic pinches the bridge of his nose, “What’s the matter? What happened? Are you not feeling well or somethin’?”

“I’m… fine, sire—”

He clicked his tongue and sighed, “Take off your helmet; it’s easier to talk to you face-to-face.”

Lancelot stiffened. He… didn’t usually take it off while outside – it made it easier to obscure his face and somehow, he just felt more comfortable having it down during patrols. But it was rare to hear the other truly ask something of him, and so he was in no position to decline as a knight serving under him. Still, before he could stop himself, he spoke, “Is that a command, sire?”

A look of hesitation flashes over Sonic’s features, opening and closing his mouth before finally sighing, letting his arms fall to the side, “I… no, it’s not. I just wanted to—” He shakes his head, looking away a little embarrassed, “Never mind, forget it.”

There’s a careful beat of silence between them.

“…Is this because I didn’t tell you first?”

The shock that ran through Lancelot’s body was vicious, heart stopping at his words. Yet he shakes his head, even though he was far from incorrect in his judgement of Lancelot. Pathetic, pathetic Lancelot.

“It isn’t like it was my right to know.” He tries to steady his voice, despite the pin-pricking sensation in his chest, “It… doesn’t matter.”

“It does matter. You’re my right-hand man. You’re— you’re the person closest to me in this whole kingdom and I…” Sonic stops himself, unaware of the way Lancelot’s heart was caught in his throat, “I wanted to tell you first. That’s why I brought you out today. I didn’t mean for you to find out like this…”

Lancelot finally breathes, the tightness in his chest alleviating a little at the king’s reassuring words. Even if he weren’t his king, Lancelot would trust and respect him all the same; he’d earned that much all on his own. And with that, he loosens the sides of his visor, sliding it all off slowly as his red and black quills trickled out. Sonic looked on with surprise, shoving down yet another pang of nostalgia and longing as he saw the other as he was, stunning ruby eyes, quiet honesty, and awe-inspiring boldness in action. Lancelot set his visor on top of an old crate pushed against the grey stone wall, before setting his sights back on the king, similarly ignoring the way his heart rate spiked at the way Sonic had his eyes set on him.

Slowly his expression falls into something a little more downcast, ears drooping as he breathes out deeply.

“I’m sorry, Lancelot. You deserve better than this.”

This time, Sonic could see how Lancelot’s eyes widened at the words, and his heart ached in wonder of how much he’d wordlessly endured until now. It must not have been easy for him, serving under such a clueless and carefree king right after dealing with the abuses of a corrupt one.

But in Lancelot’s eyes, all he could think about was the fact that someone cared enough to that extent; to reach out a hand to him in battle even when he was covered in mud and grime, to laugh with him at small things, share a meal with him, to race with him against the sweeping winds that spoke to him tales of freedom and adventure, to walk him to his quarters at the end of each wonderful and star-speckled eve. He couldn’t possibly, reasonably, ask for more.

Yet, Lancelot couldn’t help but still be mysteriously drawn into him, almost like it was magnetic.

Could he really be blamed?

“Is, uh… is there something on my face?”

Lancelot doesn’t catch the words at first, far too lost in thought. Too lost in Sonic. Anxiety doesn’t line his breaths anymore, just for a moment, because all he can think about is deep blue and emerald. All he can think about is how he wants to reach out and touch him, make him real – as if he, too, would disintegrate before his eyes like an illusion, like the fallen King Arthur.

But Sonic wasn’t like that.

Even if he would no longer be a part of this world in a few short days, he’d never give in or fade out, stubborn as he is. He’d never disappear like that, would he?

He was all courage and stupidly charming wit and a true follower of his own heart. And perhaps that was why he had such a hold over Lancelot’s own. He was forever burned into their lives, into their memories, regardless of whether he was there to lead them as king or not.

And so he reached out, heart pounding in his chest.

“W-woah,” Sonic laughed nervously as he watched Lancelot’s hand grow closer, “Lance, what are you…?”

“What am I…?”

He paused, mind fully going blank for the first time in his life.

“Oh. There’s… ah, dirt, on your left cheek.” Lancelot fibbed as he scrabbled to pull out a handkerchief, ice running through his veins despite the way his face burned all the way up to his ears. He willed his hands to stop shaking with all his might, and brought his hand up to the other’s cheek, ignoring the wide-eyed and flustered expression the other wore, “M-may I?”

Sonic slowly nodded, unblinking as the soft cotton of Maria’s handmade handkerchief brushed his cheek. Lancelot had hoped that he bought the lie, because he didn’t know what to do if he didn’t.

He doesn’t even know what to make of his own actions, after all.

His strokes are a feather light touch on short-hair peach fur that bloomed a delightful rosy tint that Lancelot would have savoured any other time. But right now, all he could do was hold his breath and hope that the other wouldn’t catch the way he couldn’t take his eyes off of him.

With his heart in his throat, Lancelot shakily breathed out a little carelessly, making the king’s shoulders flinch at the warmth as his eyelids fluttered shut. Despite that, he hadn’t said a word about all this. The knight finally pulled away and tucked his handkerchief back in his bag, leaning until his spines met the wall. It’s only then that he realises that they met in the middle, far closer than they needed to be, and yet King Sonic still hadn’t pulled back.

He looked at the ground, eyes stinging from embarrassment. The king truly is… a wonderful person.

And Lancelot couldn’t begin to think of how despicable he himself truly was.

On the way back, they walked in silence, tension too thick to cut through with their usual easy conversation, which only pained Lancelot more knowing how little time he had left to cherish their moments together. But right now, he couldn’t fathom thinking about anything but their time in the alleyway.

Shame burned like acid inside of him.

Why… had Lancelot done that? Why couldn’t he pull away like always? He knew better than to suspect the king of using witchcraft like he did before – he just wasn’t that kind of dishonest person, and he simply wanted something then he knew that Lancelot would lay down his life for him at his word. If anything, Lancelot was at fault for doing something as disgraceful as touching the king like that, but…

More importantly…

…Why was Sonic looking at him like that?

-x-

Lancelot slides a sealed letter under Gawain’s door, stepping away just in case the door swings open. Despite him feeling apologetic, he wasn’t keen on having a face-to-face conversation, especially not after what happened the last time he tried having one.

He made his way through the winding hallways, footsteps muffled by the crimson carpet laid out before him that seemed to run endlessly. The walls were a decadent light cream, framed portraits of gold lining the walls every fifty or so metres. Lancelot had spent enough time in the castle to count just how many there were; he knew this castle like the back of his hand.

At the end of the hallway, he finds one of the guards with a letter in his hand, carefully wrapped and tied with a dark blue string that would’ve looked black to anyone else. He nods to the guard as he hands over the letter to Lancelot, although the knight has a feeling he knows where it’s from and what it’s about.

Lancelot unties the letter, the string undoing itself rather gracefully with one swift but careful tug. He reads its contents once, and then again, just to really burn it into his memory. It was King Sonic’s handwriting after all, and at this point, what did he have to lose?

A heavy feeling settles into his gut, contrasting the steady beat of his heart pounding. He couldn’t let up now – he couldn’t be afraid.

He swallows dryly, although it does nothing to clear the lump in his throat. Both reading the letter and saying it in his mind made it real, as much as he didn’t want it to be real; today really was the final day.

Lancelot had humbly requested the king’s presence; a request that defied everything he had been taught up until his knighting. But… King Sonic was a strange one; full of life and humour and charisma, full enough that he had no such room for attachment to formalities. Each time he’d been addressed as king, there was a hint of shyness that was easily overtaken by his usual demeanour not a moment later, followed by words along the lines of, “Just call me Sonic!”.

If this had to be his last day, then Lancelot would adhere to a balance for his sake, even if it wasn’t commanded of him. He was such an unusual king, uprooting all that they’d known and creating a pact uniquely his own; to follow your heart, so that you may do good for yourself and those around you.

Any other king, Lancelot might’ve questioned those words. But King Sonic had just as much strength as he did grace and imperfections, and that made him all the more beloved to his kingdom.

He held a fondness for his king that he’d never felt for the fallen King Arthur. A fondness that feels familiar but different in many ways from his sister. A fondness that he still didn’t understand to this day.

Try as he might do his best to defend Arthur’s honour as a king, he could die for his sake, but he could never say that he would weep for him, even if he was ever good.

But… King Sonic…

He was different. He was always different.

Lancelot steps out the castle gates, Arondight tucked into its sheath by his hip and a showy confidence in each step that he wished he truly possessed. It was all just a performance; no one could begin to gauge the ache from the gaping hole in his chest as he pushed through the crowds of townsmen, gaze focused on the violet fields at far reaches of the grassy plains, right where the horizon kissed the outskirts of Camelot.

As soon as Lancelot’s shoes touched the grass at the end of the stone path, he took off at full speed. He couldn’t bear it anymore – he couldn’t bear to waste a second longer away from the king. Their king, his king, even if he could no longer remain as such. But only Lancelot would know how much he meant to him, and maybe it should simply stay that way.

The deep woods aren’t as thick or treacherous as they usually are, and it’s only after a moment that Lancelot notices the dirt path leading out. He smiled to himself as he followed it, knowing full well that the only person who could do something like running back and forth enough times to make a permanent path in the forest would be the fastest thing alive, Sonic the Hedgehog.

At the end of the clearing, he sees him, armour-free and vivid blue against the violet-spotted grass, and it takes every ounce of self control in Lancelot to not trip up over himself at the sight of the king. Even besides being undignified, he couldn’t bear to think of how he’d feel if Sonic saw and tried to help him up. He still couldn’t forget the lingering feeling of Sonic’s hand brushing against his arm from days past.

And oh, how he would miss it dearly.

When the king turns around, his expression brightens tenfold. Lancelot can’t even fight off his own smile as he approaches the other, heart thrumming against his ribcage like butterfly wings batting wildly.

“You came.” Sonic breathes out, closing the formal distance between them.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world. After all, it is I who requested your presence.”

“Took you long enough to finally start making demands of me.” He laughed lightly, toothy smile as charming and heart warming as always, “Too bad that… it's the last day.”

A silence treads between them; questions, hundreds of them probably, lingered in the space between whiffs of fragrant flowers and sun-kissed fur. Yet only one honest query made it past Lancelot’s lips.

“Sire…” He starts hesitantly, clearing his throat before Sonic catches onto the tremble of it, “Forgive me but, is this really what you wish?”

“I…” Sonic stops himself, shakes his head as if he can’t make himself say what he truly wants to. Lancelot wishes he would. “It's like I said, everything has its end. Every adventure has its end. I’ll… be leaving to see Merlina after this – I just wanted to see you first.”

Lancelot stops breathing for a moment as Sonic pulls out two letters from his quills, a flash of vulnerability across his expression that he just barely caught.

“This is for the next person who pulls out Caliburn,” He smiles at Lancelot though it doesn’t reach his eyes, handing him one of the letters before pulling out the letter with the gold stamp and placing it firmly in his hand, overlapping his own, “And this is for you. Please… don’t read it until later, okay?”

And before another word could be uttered from the knight, he was held in a sudden embrace, Lancelot’s body stiffening from the contact but melting into the touch within moments all the same. There was just something different about him, something he couldn’t place his finger on quite yet – something he should have been able to figure out as he felt the king’s heart race against his own bare chest.

Sonic pulled back hastily, “I couldn’t do that to you. I couldn’t do that to my… Shadow.”

“Your… shadow?” Lancelot wondered why he was referring to him with that old name again. He hadn’t heard it since they first met, so why now?

There was a fond, but melancholy look on his face, as though his eyes were searching for something beyond Lancelot.

Something, or someone, just was great as the king was.

“Yeah.” And there was that smile. “My shadow.”

This time, he looked straight at Lancelot; emerald eyes boring into his, with a voice that was drenched in a longing sadness he’d never imagined the king would bear within him. A burden Lancelot so desperately wanted to bear, so that he may alleviate his troubles. Anything to cease his suffering.

But something within him cried out, as if warning him that learning the truth behind those words would undoubtedly crush him.

“It is alright, your majesty…” Lancelot pulled farther away from his touch, already feeling the cool air creep in absence of the other’s warmth. But that was quite alright, because the cold was still familiar enough. “I think I understand.”

And then he heard the king’s breath hitch.

Till the end, he was certain; his life belonged to him.

Even as he kneeled, as he’d done so many a time before, no one’s presence filled his soul so overwhelmingly. Nor his heart so deeply.

Lancelot reached out his hand to hold the king’s in his own, just as he’d done during his inauguration. Feeling the wind begin to settle, he felt King Sonic’s hand gently slip into his with care.

He hung his head, hearing his very own heart pounding in a way he didn’t know what to make of. And over the sound of the howling wind, he heard the words…

“Thank you…” A beat of silence between them as the world stood still for just a heartbeat, “Remember that your destiny is in your hands, but… someone will come for you. I promise, Lance.”

A sharp chill ran down Lancelot’s spine as Sonic squeezed and then carefully pulled his hand away; something about his tone, the uncharacteristic vulnerability behind it, made him look up to face the king against his better judgement.

Just like before, he was gone without a trace. Without another word.

And so Lancelot thought hard to himself, emotions running high while he remained rooted on the spot, as to what everything could mean.

Whether these feelings were ones meant between the strongest of kings and the most loyal of his knights.

Whether such ideals even applied to a king such as Sonic, who had no desire to adhere to a set-in-stone knight’s code, and would rather follow his heart.

Or whether this is what it meant to truly follow his heart. To know affection so deep, a pull stronger than what Gawain knew as honour, and what Percival knew as duty. Far stronger than what Lancelot knew as loyalty.

The blow of reality coursed through him with such a crushing force that it would only be described as heartache. Because even if that rang true, it would not be until he was gone like the wind, that Lancelot realised he had been in love with the wind itself.

It was always destined to be a fruitless endeavour, he thought as he felt his heart fall to endless depths in his despair, and as his vision began to blur.

After all, he was a shadow of the flame that burned the brightest.

And one that went out just as quickly.

#sth #sonic the hedgehog #satbk #lansoni #satbk lancelot #sonadow #shadow the hedgehog #sonic and the black knight #satbk king arthur #satbk sir lancelot #my work #my fics #fanfiction #oh yeah woo yeah

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we-joyless-few · 2 years ago

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Waking Up Again

[tagging @joyful-downer so u can see this!!]

summary:

Nick Lightbearer wakes up again, only instead of a pretty bird or his rat manager, it’s someone rather unexpected- someone… dangerous.

basically a Foggy Jack/Nick Lightbearer fic bc there r only TWO on AO3 and i am going insane

fic and warnings under readmore!

sorry it’s not longer ^^” i kinda ran out of steam for this one, but i have more Jack and Nick stuff in the works >:)

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things to expect:

-3rd POV

-dark content(WHF-typical)

-nsfw(mostly just suggestive stuff, questionably consensual though)

-alternative ending? i guess?

-hopefully not too OOC

-toxic relationship 🫣(>:3)

-more, probably

really hoping i dont let ppl down with this one [sweats nervously]

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Nick awoke with a start… again. His memories came in flashes that caused him to flinch slightly, mostly what happened to Virgil, but also other things done by Foggy Jack. God, why did he have to remember that?

Another thing he recalled was repeatedly waking up beside people who he didn’t remember being with. Honestly, it made him nervous to turn to his right, but his curiosity was eating away at him.

He peeked over to see a blonde-haired figure dressed in all black out of the corner of his eye, which seemed quite familiar… especially as the figure rolled over to face Nick. “Oh fuck,” Lightbearer whispered, scooting backwards until his back hit the juncture between his headboard and the wall.

“Good morning, dear friend,” Foggy Jack responded, his voice coming out soft. He sounded rather tired, but content. “Come back over here, Nick. I won’t bite.”

The musician shook his head fearfully, terrified of the man despite how little of a threat he posed at the moment. “You killed Virgil! Why would I even THINK to get all cozied up to you?!”

Jack chuckled and sat up with a yawn. “I’m not going to kill you if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Nick scoffed. “I know I’ve been a selfish asshole, but I’m not worried about me.” His eyes darted around the room, trying to recall any other ways to abscond with himself besides his secret escape path. “Why do you like me so much anyway?”

“It’s… complicated.” Something in the killer’s tone was off; he sounded almost vulnerable. “I liked you long before I was- was this. Hell, I’d point out how your band was everyone’s favorite in my broadcasts!” He moved closer to Nick, making direct eye contact that left the rockstar feeling uncomfortable but unable to look away. “In reality, you were always my favorite. None of those idiotic, mindless, Joy-addled Wellies could EVER understand how I feel about you.”

The red-clad individual felt guilty for- well, he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. It was similar to the guilt he felt when he let his fans down, and the discomfort that came with pleasing them. Anxiously, he fidgeted with the lacy cuffs on his sleeves and averted his gaze. “I… see.”

“You are my one true love, Nick Lightbearer, and I want you to be mine.” Foggy Jack was just inches away from the other man’s face as he reached up to stroke Nick’s cheek. “I’m your biggest fan- always have been, always will be… Will you please, please give me this chance?”

The guilt was making Nick feel sick to his stomach. “I-“ His voice cracked, so he cleared his throat to try again. “I… guess we can try.” He couldn’t bring himself to sound any cheerier, not even as the other man sounded enthralled.

“Oh, thank you, Nick, truly, thank you!” Jack cheered, immediately wrapping his arms around Nick as he settled himself on top of the other, his head resting on Nick’s torso under his cravat. Not only was he comfortable, but he felt secure in knowing that his object of his affection wouldn’t be going anywhere.

Nick awkwardly placed one of his hands on Jack’s head, running his fingers through his surprisingly-silky hair. The repeat motion of basically petting the other was surprisingly relaxing, and it didn’t take too long for Nick to become more comfortable. His other hand eventually moved to Jack’s back, curiously feeling the soft-yet-sturdy fabric of his well-crafted suit beneath his fingers.

“I think, if we weren’t so famous in our separate mediums, we would have been together sooner,” Jack mused, his eyes closed as he comfortably rested on his beloved.

“Maybe,” Nick quietly replied, nodding a little. “Healthier, too, probably.”

“Hmm, yes, I think so as well.” A soft sigh left Jack’s lips. “But we’re together now, and that is what I believe matters.”

“I- Yeah…” The musician faltered slightly, but Jack didn’t seem to care. “Why do you hurt people?”

“The same reason you did: to get what I want, and reduce my own discomfort.” Jack curled up slightly, as if trying to make himself be as close to Nick in his position as possible. “But you’re doing better now, and, well, I have exactly what I want, so there is no need for me to continue gutting people in the streets, I’d say.”

‘Christ, that’s dark…’ Nick thought, looking at his new partner anxiously. “Y-yep! No need for more killings, I’m right here.” He tried to speak confidently and triumphantly, but in reality he sounded like he was panicking- which he was, but Jack didn’t have to know that.

A smirk pulled at the corners of the killer’s mouth as he heard the fear in Nick’s voice. “What if I did kill again? What would you do then?” he purred, moving further up to rest his head against the left side of his obsession’s chest.

“I-I don’t bloody know!” Nick stammered, his anxiety rising. He felt his cheeks redden from the pleased sound Foggy Jack made at the fearful pounding of his heart. “J-just… don’t kill any more people, please… For me?”

The slightly-shorter man chuckled softly and moved up higher once again, this time being face-to-face with Nick. “I cannot make any promises, my beloved.” Right as Nick was about to protest, Jack took off his mask, leaned in and pressed their mouths together, kissing the rockstar until Nick nearly passed out. “You need to learn to breathe if we’re going to do this.”

Lightbearer coughed and gasped as he desperately tried to reintroduce air into his lungs. “Y-you’re fucking mental,” he wheezed, taking off his own mask to cool down his face. A little sound of surprise left his lips as Jack began kissing his jaw and neck, leaving him an anxious, trembling mess. “J-Jack, you- ghhh-!”

“Hush now, Nicky,” Foggy Jack whispered, pressing more kisses along Nick’s jaw. “Just let me take care of you.” His nimble, skilled fingers drew invisible patterns across Nick’s chest, even tracing his name over his heart a few times. “Don’t be scared… Or, maybe do be afraid. I like seeing you so helpless beneath me.”

Nick whimpered as he lay there. Jack was right: he was helpless, and honestly… it turned him on a little. “L-listen, Jack, I- I’m getting really, uh, tired! Tired, yeah! Um… Maybe we could just… sleep together?” At Jack’s raise of his eyebrow, Nick squeaked and stammered, “N-not in that way! I mean- I mean, uh… You’re the big spoon..?”

A raucous laugh erupted from the propagandist’s chest, making Nick flinch. “Oh, silly boy… I can tell you’re not being fully honest with me, but I cannot pass up on an opportunity to sleep so close to you~” He moved off the other, but kept a close eye on him in case he tried to run.

The rockstar blushed and scooted down on the bed until his head was on the pillows again, rolling onto his side. “Come on, then,” he softly said, inviting Jack to lie down by patting the bed behind him. “Let’s rest.”

And with that, Jack wasted no time in embracing Nick from behind, resting his forehead against Nick’s back. Their height difference would almost be funny to Nick if Jack were anyone else, so instead of a laugh, he let out a sigh and shut his eyes.

“Goodnight, beloved,” Jack whispered, nuzzling his partner gently.

“…Goodnight, Jack,” Nick mumbled in reply, relaxing as best as he could.

End (for now) !!

#we happy few #nick lightbearer #foggy jack #from the parade #scribbles of a lightbearer #Waking Up Again #ship post #eventually i’ll put this on ao3!

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xoxo-teddybear · 4 years ago

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Heyo! I'm a REALLY REALLY REALLY! Big fan of angst and your works, so I have a suggestion! So like, in this au Bakugou and Y/N are aged up and they have a daughter (let's just say her name is either Katsumi or Kirumi). So, the child is 4 years old and she didn't get her quirk yet. Let's just say Bakugou got drunk when his friends dragged him to a bar and this woman decided to hit him up and let's just say he cheated- so Y/N found out because kiri just had to tell her because it wasn't manly at all for him to keep a secret and Y/N left him with his child and boom! Bad ending. Please tag me in this one tyy!

Bet.

(Changed it up the slightest bit to make Katsumi remember bc I kinda wanna do a part 2 for this)

Nobody to Blame but Yourself - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: ANGST, cursing, cheating, alcohol consumption

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Pt.1 Pt.2

You have a small, beautiful family. Your loving husband, Katsuki and your adorable daughter, 5 year old Katsumi.

Katsumi was your precious baby girl. She had Katsuki’s ash blonde hair with your silky smooth hair texture. She had your E/C eyes and Katsuki’s porcelain skin. She had Katsuki’s bravery and boldness along with your kindness and compassion. She was a perfect mix of you both.

Y/N and Katsuki have been together ever since their childhood. Their families were close and they grew up together. Katsuki always swore to protect his princess. They got together in their junior year and about 5 years after they graduated from UA high, Katsuki proposed.

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“Be back soon, okay Suki?” You sweetly said to your husband as he got closer to the door. He pulled you in with a smile and pecked your cheek.

“Yeah, yeah Teddy Bear. I’ll probably be back sooner than you think, don’t even wanna go with those losers.” He complained with a strained face. You giggled at his expression and went on.

“Those losers have been your best friends since high school. You love them. You know you do,” you teased. “Besides, you haven’t spent some time with them in forever.”

“Yeah Y/N. I’m a husband and a dad. I don’t need to be around my friends, I need to be with my family.” He exclaimed with a playful voice.

“Well your family will still be here when you get back. Just as long as you always come back to us too.” You said with a wink.

“Always will Teddy Bear.” He said holding you tight. He held you close until you both heard the little pitter patter of feet running to the front door. You both looked down and saw your daughter in her pjs and watched as she jumped onto Katsuki.

“Be back soon daddy!” She said with a squeal. Katsumi was definitely a daddy’s girl. Her and her father were attached at the hip the second she was born. They were best friends and you loved their father-daughter dynamic.

“Katsumi, you’re supposed to be sleeping, love.” You said with a chuckled as you held her tiny hand while Katsuki picked her up in his arms.

“I wanted to say bye to daddy before he went to see uncle Kiri! And uncle Denki and uncle Sero and Auntie Mina!” She said and watched as you and Bakugou lip synced to her voice as she said the Bakusquad’s names. She laughed at her parent’s teasing as Katsuki assaulted her in kisses.

“That’s sweet baby bear. Don’t worry. I’ll be back soon. So get to bed you brat,” Bakugou said as he placed his daughter down and ruffled her hair. Others would look down on the rough treatment but you knew Katsumi never took it seriously. She always laughed and played back with Katsuki whenever he put on his ‘mean guy act.’

“M’kay.” Katsuki bent down to kiss her cheek and you followed doing the same action before Katsumi ran back off to her room. You and Katsuki said bye to each other after Katsuki gave you a loving kiss. He walked out the door to meet with his friends as he knew he was in for a long night.

It would soon shock him to see how true that statement would be.

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The night was going well. Katsuki left around 8:30 and he said he would be back sooner than you thought so considering he was now a family man, you thought he’d be back by midnight. However, you woke up in the middle of the night and saw it was 3 in the morning...and he still wasn’t home. You were starting to get worried now.

If this was back in your earlier years of marriage, you’d say this was okay. Not great but okay, except now, Katsuki has responsibilities and promises that he vowed to keep. He should’ve been home a long time ago. Where was he? You stayed up deciding to sit and wait for him to come home and after almost 2 hours, your phone rang.

You picked it up quickly with a little bit of fear and anger sitting in your stomach. You didn’t even bother to check who it was so when you heard the voice of your husband’s best friend instead of Katsuki, you grew concerned.

“Katsuki! Where are you?!” You asked with worry as you slightly shouted into the phone.

“Hey Y/N..... It’s Kirishima. Umm...I have something to tell you.” He said with sadness detected in his voice.

“Kiri? Is everything alright? Wheres Katsuki?” You asked.

“I’m so sorry Y/N...”

Listening to the red head’s voice made your eyes pop. Your body trembled and tears began to pool in your eyes as you shook your head in denial. Katsuki loved you. You both had a daughter! A family! He would never....he wouldn’t....right? After talking to your friend for some time and getting the crucial information you needed, you made up your mind on what you had to do.

“T-Thank you, Kirishima. Goodnight.” You said into the phone with a hiccup.

“I’m sorry Y/N. You don’t deserve this. You and Katsumi....goodnight.” He said and hung up the phone. You placed it down and sat in silence for a moment. After about a minute, you broke down again and cried into your hands. You sobbed as tears flowed down your cheeks. Rivers of heartbreak and anger streamed down your face as you cried the night away.

Well..you couldn’t cry all night. Katsuki would probably be back in the morning and you had plans. You’d have to save your tears for later. You looked at the time.

4:18 a.m.

You set your alarm for 6 and went back to bed. The whole night, all you could think about was your precious baby girl. This was going to break her little heart. Instead of crying over your husband’s betrayal, you wept for your daughter’s future without her best friend. Eventually you cried yourself to sleep and the sun rose in time.

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10:00 a.m

Katsuki opened his eyes to the alarm on the nightstand. He yawned a bit before adjusting his eyes to morning light. The more he looked at the stand, the more he realized he didn’t recognize it. Nor the alarm clock. He looked around and noticed he wasn’t in his bedroom. Katsuki shot up and sat on the bed and looked down to notice he was completely undressed. He looked to the side and saw some random woman. A complete stranger who was also naked in bed with him. His heart grew rapid as his eyes grew frantic.

“No, no, no, no, no, no this can’t be happening..this can’t be happening!” Katsuki said as his hands found way to his hair as he tugged on the blonde locks. The woman next to him awoken to his shuffling and smiled up at him. She placed her hand on his bare chest and cuddled in close to him as she sighed in content.

“G’morning handsome. Had a fun night?” She teased, reminding him of his affair and unloyal actions.

“Get the fuck off me!” He said as he jumped out of bed and found his pants. He pulled them on and continued to scream. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! The hell did you do to me you fucking slut?”

“What’re you talking about? And who the fuck are you calling a slut?” The woman said with sass.

“Just tell me where I am!” Katsuki demanded.

“A hotel! You know, the hotel you dragged me to so you could get your dick wet.” She said as she sat up from the bed but still covered herself with the blanket.

“Why the fuck would I do that?!” He screamed.

“You tell me. All I know is that I saw you in that bar, you drank a hell of a lot with your friends, I came up to you and flirted with you, you flirted back, we shared a few more drinks, and you dragged me here. I mean, I consented of course but still.” The stranger explained. Bakugou shook as he looked around in a frenzy. “Anyway, round 2?”

“You fucking bitch, I have a wife!” He screamed at her as he got himself dressed.

“Heh, wow. Well when your wife leaves you after she finds out you cheated, give me a call.” The woman said as she layed back down on the bed. Katsuki seethed at her as he squinted his eyes in disgust.

“You shameless slut. Like hell I will! And Y/N’s not gonna leave me! She loves me! And I love her-“

“Sure didn’t seem like it last night~” the woman said. Bakugou had enough and blasted the bed she was on with his quirk before cussing her out and leaving her there. He quickly ran out the hotel and found his car. He hopped inside and started it as he quickly sped off home.

“Shit!” Bakugou screamed at himself. How could he do that?! How could he cheat on you?! You were his everything! You and Katsumi! His two girls were his entire world! And he betrayed the both of you by doing this. He could only hope that you wouldn’t find out. He can’t tell you what he did. He would lose you! He can’t lost you! This whole thing just has to pass over and things will be fine. Right? Well something didn’t sit right with him as he inched closer and closer to his house.

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When the 6 o’clock alarm rang, you woke up, ready for the day to begin and the drama to unfold. You were quick to get yourself ready. Brush your teeth, shower, get dressed, a little makeup, and you packed your important belongings and your clothes. Everything else would be replaceable. You put on a pair of shoes and put the rest in the large suitcase you had.

You made a quick call to Mina, assuming she already knew what happened. You asked if you could drop Katsumi off for some time and she of course said yes. After saying ‘thank you,’ you brought all your bags into your car and went back inside to get your daughter.

You walked into your daughter’s bedroom to see her sleeping peacefully. Next to her bed, a framed picture of your once happy family. It was Katsumi’s 4th birthday and she didn’t want to spend it with anybody else except for Mommy and Daddy. Now, you were gonna have to take someone out the picture. You shook your daughter awake and watched as she opened her beautiful E/C eyes that resembled your own.

“Katsumi..hey baby, wake up.” You softly said with a reassuring smile to not alarm her. You watched as she rubbed her eyes with her tiny fist and looked up at you.

“Mommy? What’s going on?” She asked as she looked around in a daze.

“You’re gonna have a little play date at Auntie Mina and Uncle Kiri’s house. Uncle Denki and Uncle Sero will be there too! You excited?” You asked with enthusiasm to hide your pain.

“Really Mommy?!” Your daughter asked with excitement.

“Mhm! Get ready and get dressed for Mommy. They’ll be here at 8, okay?” You said rubbing your daughter’s back before she quickly jumped out of bed and into her own bathroom.

“Okay Mommy!” She said as she ran into the bathroom, turning on the sink to begin her morning routine. Some time passed and Katsumi got dressed and you went back in her room to help her dry her hair. You helped her put on her shoes and by the time they were on, Mina and Kiri were already at the door.

You opened it with a soft smile and the couple looked at you with supportive, sad eyes. “Hey guys..”

“It’s okay to be sad Y/N, we’re here for you.” Mina said. Your eyes teared up at her words but you shook your head and gave her a hug.

“Thank you, but I promise myself I wouldn’t cry. At least, not when Katsumi’s around. I gotta be strong for her. Her whole life’s about to change after all.” You sadly said as you looked down and released your hold on Mina. Your pink friend nodded before walking into the house to find Katsumi in her bedroom. You and Kirishima stayed at the door and talked a bit more.

“I’m so sorry for all of this Y/N. I should’ve been watching him more.” Kirishima said as he looked down in sorrow.

“Kiri, you shouldn’t have to watch him. He cheated and that was his choice. Your choice was being a true friend and telling me. A true man,” you joked. You both gave a little bittersweet laugh before calming down again. “Thank you so much Kirishima.”

The red head did nothing but pull you in for a tight hug. You almost cried on his shoulder before your daughter came to the both of you. “Uncle Kiri!”

You both separated and looked down at the excited 5 year old. She jumped onto her uncle and he happily held her in his arms. “Hey squirt. Ready for a day full of fun?”

“Mhm!” Katsumi replied. You all talked some more before Katsumi said her goodbye to you and went off with Kirishima and Mina. You shut the door and took a break as you allowed a few silent tears to drop. You wiped them away and went to pack your daughter’s bags. Just a few more hours and he’d be home..probably. All you knew was that you’d have to face him eventually.

Finally, you finished packing your daughter’s things and placed them in your car. You put on a jacket and waited for Katsuki to walk through the doors. Soon, this perfect little family would go crumbling to the ground.

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Katsuki pulled into his driveway and his eyes took notice of your car still there. He smiled at the sight and quickly got out of the car. He slammed the vehicle door shut and ran to the entrance. He unlocked the door in a rush and to say he was happy to see you on the couch, still there, was an understatement.

“Y/N! Hey Teddy Bear! I am so sorry!” He said as he ran to you and sat down next to you on the couch, pulling you in for a tight hug. He was too happy to even notice your jacket and shoes that you wore.

“Katsuki, you were gone all night. Where were you?” You said in a soft voice as you placed your hand on his chest so you could face him.

“I-..I overdid it and spent the night at Kirishima’s. I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you, love. I was passed out the whole night.” He said and attempted to pull you in again but you pressed a hand to his chest to stop him. You couldn’t believe he was going to lie to you. Actually, now that you think about it, cheating wasn’t below him so why would lying be either?

“So why didn’t Kirishima call me? Or Mina?” You questioned. Unfortunately, you underestimated Katsuki’s quick tongue. He was a good liar, and if you hadn’t already known the truth, you’d probably believe him.

“Shitty hair’s phone died and Alien girl was asleep by the time we got back. By the time he put me in the guest bed, I knocked out so don’t asked me what happened after.” He said. Your anger and fury grew at his lies but he didn’t notice. “Look, I’m so sorry I came back so late but I can make it up to you Teddy Bear. Now would you just give me a hu-“

“SHUT! UP!” You screamed as you pushed him off of you. You stood up from the couch and Bakugou watched you in “confusion.” Bakugou felt his heart racing as he had a guess at why you were so mad but he refused to believe it.

“T-Teddy Bear, whats wrong?” He asked with shaky hands as he tried to reach out to you but you dodged all his attempts.

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?! You’re fucking lying to me! You’re lying to me after doing what you did! Katsuki, are you just gonna act like you don’t know what you did?! Because I know! So why don’t you?!” You screamed at him. Bakugou still couldn’t believe you knew so he tried his soft attempts once more and reached out to you again.

“Baby, please calm dow-“

“Are you fucking serious Katsuki? You’re gonna tell me to calm down?!” You laughed out in disbelief. You watched as Katsuki’s lip began to tremble and he looked down in shame. “Say it.”

“What?” He spoke softly.

“Say what you did.”

“......”

“Say it Katsuki! Tell me what you did and how you betrayed not only me but your daughter too.” You specified. It took Bakugou a second before he spoke up in a soft, quiet voice.

“I cheated on you...”

“Louder.”

“I cheated on you!” He said while standing up and facing you with tears in his eyes. “I cheated on you! Okay?! I got drunk last night and slept with someone else but baby I swear I didn’t mean it!” He said as he walked to you and tried to hold you. You once again pushed his hands away before speaking back.

“It doesn’t matter if you meant it or not Katsuki! You still did it!” Your voice grew dry as it began to break. Your eyes pooled with tears as you continued. “I would’ve NEVER done that to you. I wouldn’t even be CAPABLE of doing that to you Katsuki! Because I love you!”

“I love you Y/N! I swear I do!” He fought back but you retaliated.

“It doesn’t seem like it! Because you slept with someone else! You promised me you would never hurt me. You promised you would always protect me. You promised me that you loved me and only me! Not only that but you promised your daughter that you would never bring harm to her! Guess what?! You’re the reason her whole life is going to be so fucked Katsuki! Do you realize that?!” You screamed at him.

“I do, Teddy Bear, I do!” He said.

“Don’t fucking call me that Katsuki!” You said with an exasperated voice. Bakugou shook his head as he walked to you and kneeled infront of you.

“Baby, please! I’m sorry! I was drunk, it didn’t mean anything! It was a mistake but if we can forget about this I promise I’ll make it up to you!” He begged.

“Forget? Forget?! Are you insane?! I’m never gonna be able to forget any of this Katsuki. How the hell am I supposed to forget that my first friend, my first love, my first kiss, my first everything betrayed me like this! How am I supposed to forget that my husband, who I’ve known since we were fucking babies, cheated on me?! Tell me!” You said as the tears finally fell.

“I don’t know...I don’t know but I promise I can make it up to you! So please forgive me! Please stay!” He pleaded. The whole time he couldn’t let go of you. Every time you pushed him off, he just came right back.

“How am I supposed to trust that you’ll actually keep that promise?” You said softly with a sad voice. “If it wasn’t clear already, I’m not staying. We’re getting a divorce, Katsuki.”

Bakugou felt his heart shatter. He looked at you with his trembling body and shaky irises. “W-What?”

“Katsuki...you cheated. There’s no other way around it. No explanations or excuses. And you can’t even blame it on the alcohol because I’ve been blackout drunk before too and the idea of cheating on you never even crossed my mind. You have nobody to blame but yourself.” You said with a broken voice and a shrug. “We’re getting a divorce and I’m taking Katsumi with me.” You said and began to walk to the door.

Bakugou couldn’t believe what he just heard and so he got up from his knees and ran after you. He ran in front of you and held you by the shoulders. “What?! No! Baby!! Please, that’s my daughter! You can’t just take her from me, please!”

“I won’t be taking her from you,” you said and pushed his hands off your shoulders. “We can co-parent, but when she’s old enough, when Katsumi asks why we’re no longer together, I’ll be telling her the truth. So you can still see her, but when she’s ready to know, if she decides she hates you and doesn’t want to see you ever again, then you’ll have to accept it.”

At this point, Katsuki began to openly cry as he allowed his fat tears to flow down his face. Hiccups left his mouth as he shamelessly sobbed infront of you. “Y-Y/N....please don’t go. You guys are my family, you’re both my entire world..I-I love you both so much,” he said and went in to grab your hand, which you allowed. “I know I hurt you both a-and I know I fucked up, but please just give me another chance. I swear this was just a mistake, I never meant to do it. Please stay...please let me fix my mistake. I love you.”

Tears once again filled your eyes but you didn’t allow them to flow. “.....I love you too Katsuki,” at those words, Bakugou felt a bit of hope. “But I just can’t stay with you. If it was just me..I probably would give you another chance..but Katsumi is your daughter Katsuki. She’s your own flesh and blood and you betrayed her. You’re supposed to be her hero and you betrayed her like this. I just can’t trust the fact that you won’t do something like this again, and not just for my sake but for our daughter’s too. I’m sorry, but this is where we end.”

Once you said that you walked away from Bakugou, leaving him in shock. He stood there, regretting everything. Not just his mistake, but all the times where he could’ve been a better husband.

‘I should’ve held her more..I should’ve been home more...I should’ve been more for them,’ he thought until he heard the door open and slam shut. He turned to face it and looked around the now very empty house. He allowed silent tears to drip down his face and then he took a little tour of his new environment.

He walked to the master bedroom and saw all your belongings gone. He saw your closet was empty, all your shoes gone. He went into the bathroom and saw all your stuff was missing. The tears flowed faster and when he walked into his daughter’s room, it made it 10x worse.

He opened the door to the pink room and saw her bedsheets missing, all her toys gone, her closet was barren, and her bathroom was hollow. He walked back out to his little girl’s former bed and sat down. He cried on the bed and sobbed into his hands. He broke down as he thought back to your words. You were right.

‘You have nobody to blame but yourself.’

Katsuki looked up from his hands and when he did, he took notice of the picture frame that was left faced down on the night stand. He picked it up and his heart turned to dust. It couldn’t break anymore. He looked at the picture of his once happy family. His beautiful wife, his blessing of a daughter. His two girls who had a protector...that protector was supposed to be him...and he failed. He smiled at the picture but continued to cry. It was a beautiful sight but you left it behind.

He took the picture with him as he walked to his bedroom. He sat on the bed and held the frame close to his chest as he layed down on the cold mattress. Tears still freely fell as a shadow casted over his eyes. No words could be said except for a few.

“N-Nobody to blame but myself.”

@darl1ngmei

A/N: Hey Cubs! It’s been awhile since my requests have been closed AND THEY STILL ARE but the reason why I took this one was because I’ve been on a writing spree recently (I literally have 15 drafts full of different writing pieces🤣) and I rly liked this request! Please don’t start sending requests because they may just get lost. When I open up my requests, then you guys can send some because I love to satisfy! Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this piece and thank you to the cub who requested this! 🧸💗

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rogue-durin-16 · 4 years ago

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YOU DRIVE ME MAD

Summary: Fred's and Y/n's silly rivalry may have more to do with love than with hate; after a fatal incident, some confessions are made.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst-fluff

Tags:

Fred Weasley: @whiskeyn-rain @lumos-solemn

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa

Warnings: brief mention of violence, blood, language (this seems a lot darker than it is lmao)

A/N: idk man I just love this idiot so here it comes another oneshot. The reader's house is not specified btw. Enjoy <3

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Fred spotted me and walked to stand near me before asking jokingly "On your way to kill a man, Y/n?" Oh, little did he know.

"what is that?!" I exclaimed at the sight of my friend's bruised arm.

"uhm... Nothing."

"who did that to you?" I knew the answer before I even got it. My friend had gone to break up with that Cormac McLaggen the previous night; she had finally listened to us and ended that toxic relationship they had, but apparently she got a souvenir from it.

"It's fine- he didn't mean to- Y/n don't do anything stupid." Too late, I saw red.

"I don't have time for your bullshit, Weasley." I curtly replied bumping his shoulder while I walked past him, making his smile drop in confusion. I never missed the opportunity to start a playful argument with him, but, as I had said, I didn't have time for that.

With the corner of my eye, I saw him joining my friends in the task of trailing after me.

I spotted the bastard chatting with his friends in the middle of the hallway that led to the Great Hall. "Oi, McLaggen!"

"Evening, Y/l/n." That filthy grin vanished from his face when I kicked him in the balls, triggering some gasps from our peers and a grunt of pain from him.

"Listen carefully, you loathsome pig." I leaned over to be eye to eye with him. "If you dare to lay a finger on my friend again— if you even think about it— I'll become your personal nightmare." I stood upright again, his eyes full of hate and rage following my movements. "You don't deserve a bloody warning, but I'm a generous woman." Poison dripped off my tongue, my eyes throwing daggers at him as I stepped back and turned around.

My eyes met Fred's worried ones while I made my way to my friends; they surely had told him enough for the ginger to know this was no time for joking and teasing.

His gaze then flickered behind me with panic and I realized a tad too late I shouldn't have turned my back to McLaggen; at the end of the day, pride overpowered honour in a lot of Gryffindors.

I spun around, grabbing my wand from my pocket, but I wasn't fast enough; before I knew what was happening, Fred was in front of me, serving as a human shield from the jinx.

The unknown spell hit his back and propelled us in my friends' direction. I was quickly on my knees, sitting Fred up and earning a grunt in the process, which I initially thought was caused by the fall. "Are you mental?!" My friend casted an Expelliarmus at the younger Gryffindor, long forgotten due to Fred's actions.

"My back— AH!" He yelped when I tried to pull him up.

"OI!" A first year who had made his way to the first row of students frantically gestured at Fred's back. "He's bleeding!!"

"What?!" I made him lean on me to take a look at his white shirt, now stained with blood. What I thought to be a harmless jinx turned out to be fatal.

"He's not supposed to be bleeding!" Cormac shouted, as panicked as I was.

One of my friends said something about going to look for George while the others shoot off to look for Madam Pomfrey.

"I'm gonna kill him..." Fred mumbled through gritted teeth, his voice shaky and weak. He felt so fragile in my arms, and I couldn't help the tears stinging my eyes.

"Fred—" his hands, which had been gripping my forearms, lost strength as the boy's body relaxed. "For fuck's sake don't fall asleep."

"... 'm trying..."

"FREDDIE!" His twin brother rushed to us, falling on his knees by his brother's side.

"I'm sorry." McLaggen had walked to us, keeping a safe distance.

"YOU'RE DEAD MCLAGGEN!" George stood up before I could stop him. Luckily for everyone, Madam Pomfrey showed up.

"Oh Lord! Mister Weasley, quick! Help me with your brother!" The Healer commanded, and soon they were pulling Fred off my grasp and rushing to the infirmary.

I was left in the middle of the hallway with my friends showering me with worried questions and reassurance.

What the fuck had just happened?

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During dinner, several girls and a couple of boys came to congratulate me for kicking McLaggen's balls, and it would have been a lot more satisfactory if Fred Weasley hadn't stepped in the middle.

As soon as I finished my meal, I headed to the infirmary through the now quiet halls, only to find there were too many people visiting.

Of course, George was there, along with their younger siblings and Lee Jordan, but in front of them stood Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall and none other than Cormac McLaggen himself.

"—already told you it wasn't for you!"

"How is that an apology, Mister McLaggen?" McGonagall scolded him, refraining herself from hitting the boy herself.

"You better fucking run, McLaggen, because the moment I can step out of this bed I swear on Godric I will—"

"Enough, Mister Weasley!" I almost pitied the poor woman. Her House was probably the most problematic. "All of you must go to your dormitories, Mister Weasley needs to rest." I stood on the entrance of the room, unsure of whether I should leave or enter, until Flitwick's eyes landed on my form. He redirected McGonagall's attention to me, and I felt the need of shying away. "Miss Y/l/n," I didn't miss the failed attempt of Fred to move; luckily, he was stopped by his sister. "I suppose you wanted to pay a visit?"

"Uhm... I did, Professor." I confessed, fidgeting with the sleeves of my robe. "I know it's late—"

"Don't take too long." She spoke, motioning everyone to follow her. "Curfew is still at 10." She reminded me in a warning tone, passing by.

As soon as they were out, I made my way to Fred, who lay on his stomach in one of the beds, the sheets only covering his legs an hips in order to avoid the clothing chaffing his damaged skin.

"You have a heart after all, huh?" He teased once I stood in front of him.

"How are you?" He frowned at my genuine question; the ginger surely expected me to make a witty comeback, but again, it didn't seem the time.

"A tad better." He gave me a reassuring half smile, deciding to drop our banter for a night. "Flitwick said he used a stinging jinx but casted it wrong." Fred huffed. "A bloody tosser."

He motioned at the chair behind me and I sat down, scooting closer to the bed. I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that he had jumped in front of me. It had hit his back, but I knew it was meant to hit my face —what a mess that would have been—, and I couldn't help but feel a bit guilty.

"Stop that."

"Stop what?"

"It's not on you." I felt my face flaring up at the ease with which he saw through me. I wasn't the first time he did that, but it was the first time he didn't use it to tease me.

"I know, I just—" I sighed. "I don't know." Though my sight was casted down, I still felt his worried gaze on me. "I'm gonna murder him."

"I reckon George will overtake us both on that." He tried to laugh but ended up in a since instead. "Or Gin. Maybe they'll team up with Ron and we'll find a corpse in the Gryffindor common room tomorrow." This time it was me who laughed. "How's your friend?"

"She'll be alright." I informed, distracting myself with a loose string at the hem of my skirt.

"And you?" I met his eyes with a hum leaving my mouth. "How are you?"

"Been better." I confessed.

Silence.

"Can you pass me the water?" I nodded, holding the glass in front of him and putting the straw in his mouth so he could take a couple of sips. "Thanks."

"No worries."

Silence again.

"Did you eat something?"

He scrunched his nose. "Not really."

"I'll go grab something from the kitchens." I didn't get far before his long fingers wrapped around my wrist.

"I'd rather have you here keeping my company." I then sat down again, his fingers only leaving my wrist to intertwin with mines. "I'm not hungry anyway."

More silence.

"Your hand is really soft." I reckon those words involuntarily escaped his lips by the way his eyes widened. "I don't know why I said that."

"Yours is too, surprisingly."

"Surprisingly?" He quirked an eyebrow at me, and I didn't quite realise what his grin was about until I spoke again.

"I imagined they'd be more rough." Oh no. "That came out wrong— I meant—"

"That you've imagined what my hands would feel like?" He was trying to bite back a laugh at the way my face turned red.

"No!"

"You sure?"

"Positive."

"Liar."

There we went again; the white flag was out.

"Fuck you."

"Please." My cheeks turned even redder, and I wanted to think it was because of the anger. "You look really cute when you blush."

"You look really cute when you keep your mouth shut."

"Then shut me, love." He wiggled his brows at me.

"I would, but I don't wanna punch you in this state."

"You're very agressive." He pointed out, shocked that I didn't get what he was implying. "I meant with a kiss."

"Ew-" I pretended to gag. "no!"

He tugged on my hand and pulled me to my knees falling right in front of his eyes with our faces inches away. "C'mon Y/l/n, we're dragging this on now." His eyes kept falling on my mouth after I had unconsciously chewed on my lower lip.

"We're... We're not dragging on anything." I wasn't sure if I was trying to convince him or myself.

"Do you want me to start? Alright, you drive me mad." He forced his gaze to be fixed on mine. "You're annoying, rude and a pain in the arse." I huffed. "But you're also quick-witted and caring and brave." Gosh I hated how easily he made me blush. "Sometimes I want to punch you in that pretty face of yours but other times— most of the times— all I wanna do is kiss you." His thumb caressed the back of my hand. "Hell, I threw myself between you and that blonker without thinking twice!"

He raised his eyebrows, silently prompting me to say something, but I just didn't know what to say.

"Miss Y/l/n," Madam Pomfrey called, making me let go of Fred's hand an stood up. "It's almost ten o'clock! Let Mister Weasley rest." I nodded, not even looking in Fred's direction as I exited the infirmary.

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FRED'S P. O. V.

The morning after the incident, Dean and Neville dragged in an unrecognisable McLaggen; they were probably the only ones who cared about that bloke enough to take him to Madam Pomfrey, though they did it half-heartedly.

I was discharged after three days in, right before lunch, and obviously, I was received as a hero; several people came to praise my bravery or ask how I was feeling, but I just wanted to see one person.

That night in the infirmary I was sure she felt the same way —hell, I had been sure for a couple of months— but after seeing her reaction, I didn't really know anymore.

I could always tell her it was a prank, and we would go back to our usual bickering. "Weasley!" Shit. "Fred!" She specified when the four of us turned at the call of our surname, almost jogging in my direction. "Can we talk?"

"Go ahead, darling." I prompted her without moving from my seat.

"In private?"

"Nah," I begged Godric for her not to see behind my grin the panic that produced me the mere thought of being left alone with her.

"Are you joking?" She huffed and, after taking a deep breath, she spoke. I wasn't expecting her to speak. "So you see, you're cheeky and stupid and not nearly as funny as you think." Ginny spit her pumpkin juice due to Y/n's harsh words. "but I... ugh! Okay— I want to kiss you too."

This time it was Ron who choked on his drink. "What's going on?"

"I feel like we missed an important part of this conversation." George commented.

This time it was Y/n who awaited for an answer. "This is literally the most embarrassing thing ever, so at least say something." She commanded in a rather rude tone, tapping her shoe against the floor.

I winced ever so slightly at the effort of getting up, but it was worth it when I saw her expression as I towered her; I reckon I had never seen her that sheepish before.

"That's a really mean way of saying you're attracted to me." I observed, quirking a brow at her. "Dunno why I fancy you so much."

"Well that makes the two of us." I couldn't help but chuckle at her attitude before cupping her cheeks and bring her lips to mine.

Finally.

Despite being a short, innocent kiss, was enough to make us both blush and grin like idiots.

"Awww" I rolled my eyes at my twin's mockery, knowing damn well I wouldn't hear the end of it.

"Why do I feel like I'm gonna miss you two being at each other's throat?" I couldn't care less about Ron's question as Y/n pulled me down for another kiss.

Almost bleeding to death seemed worth it in that moment.

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wolferine · 3 years ago

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Unforgivable - Part 3

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: When the reader loses their temper, it causes them to commit an act they can never take back...

Warnings: Violence, blood, language

Word count: 2413

Part 2

Tags: @yeetus-thyself @phoenixofash @lilclownx @yeeterthekeeper @alessiapn @diaryoflife @user19422004 @zoldszemulany56

You sit alone on a park bench, wearing a heavy black backpack filled with Hammer’s latest invention. He’s here too, more than a mile away, watching you from the shadows. Your task is to do all the talking and distracting; Hammer wants to take the kill shot. You don’t really care, as long as Tony Stark dies for what he did to Natasha.

At midnight exactly, Tony walks up to you, wearing a hoodie, jeans, and his signature sunglasses. However, you know from experience that Jarvis is inside the sunglasses, providing him with information about you and his surroundings.

“It’s a little late to be wearing sunglasses, isn’t it, Stark?” you say, standing up. Hammer lined your backpack with lead so Jarvis can’t see into it, but you’re still nervous.

“You know I have astigmatism,” he says.

“I don’t really care,” you respond. “Take them off.”

He doesn’t need a second warning.

“So, what’s up with you, Y/N?” Tony pockets the sunglasses. “Where have you been lurking all this time?” He stops about ten feet in front of you.

“Just…working through some things,” you reply.

“For six months?” Tony scoffs. “We waited for you to come back.”

“You know I couldn’t do that.” Your jaw clenches. “But for you, Stark? I’d make an exception any day of the week.”

“What’s up with all the theatrics tonight, huh? Would’ve been a lot simpler to have this chat at the Tower,” Tony says.

“I’m not an Avenger anymore.”

“Says who?”

“Says me,” you snap, trying not to let your impatience show. You’re waiting for Hammer’s signal, but he seems to want to take his time. Your eyes drift to the glowing blue arc reactor in the center of Tony’s chest and you put your right hand in your pocket casually.

“Just spit it out, Y/N. Why am I here?”

“You’re here to die, Stark.”

“Well, have at it.” He opens his arms tauntingly and you tense, ready to tackle him to the ground and beat his head inside out.

“You killed Natasha,” you snarl, and his expression changes. But you don’t have time to process it, because suddenly, the watch on your wrist vibrates.

Hammer’s signal.

You take your hand out of your pocket, now holding onto a tiny sensor disk, which you throw at Tony’s chest. It latches onto his arc reactor and powers it down instantly, preventing him from activating his Iron Man suit.

Then you dive to the ground, because Hammer starts blasting away with his rifle.

Tony catches a few bullets in his chest and legs, unable to react to both threats at the same time. He falls onto his back, blood pooling around his body as he gasps for air. You activate Hammer’s suit, which tears out of your backpack, covering your torso and limbs in a thin layer of metal armor.

You climb to your feet, your helmet snapping over your head, and charge towards Tony. But something—or someone—completely blindsides you, sending you skidding in the direction of the carousel.

It looks like a variation of Iron Man, although the suit is smaller and more feminine. The colors are black and red, evoking a pang of familiarity in your chest. You stand again, an eight-inch blade shooting out of your right wrist, and you beckon the Iron Woman (?) to come at you.

She does, but when you swing your blade at her, she blocks it and punches you so hard in the chest you fly back into the carousel and knock a horse completely off its pole. You’re pretty sure you cracked a rib as your breathing sends a stabbing pain up your side. You hang onto a bench to get up, and suddenly the carousel comes to life, lights flashing and music crackling through the speakers.

You’re transported back to the day you were last here with Natasha, when you asked her to be your girlfriend.

Both of your horses are out of sync. When she goes up, you go down, and neither of you can stop laughing. You’re pretty sure you’re the oldest adults on the carousel without kids, but you don’t care.

The way her hair effortlessly blows in the wind and the way her eyes crinkle when she laughs lights up your heart, and you still can’t believe she chose you over everyone else in the world. You’ve never been so in love with another human being before, and you don’t think there will ever be another like her.

When the rides end, you take her hand and lead her to an empty patch of grass in the shade of a tree.

“Natasha, will you go out with me?” you ask, your voice trembling. She nods and brushes her fingers over your cheek. “I promise to keep you safe and love you every day for the rest of my life—”

“Calm down, it’s not a marriage proposal.” Natasha laughs as you sweep her off her feet. “Not yet, anyway.”

“Just preparing.” You kiss her and feel her smile against your lips. You’ve never been happier.

You’re so stuck in your head you don’t even notice the Iron Woman coming after you until she punches you in the face. You stagger back, stunned, as she punches you several more times. The face of your helmet snaps off and you feel your nose bleeding. You slash out with your blade wildly, forcing the Iron Woman to back off.

“Y/N,” the Iron Woman says, and you don’t even care how she knows your name, “You need to stop.”

“Get out of my way.” When you leap towards her, she lifts her foot and kicks you in the chest. You somersault backwards, head over heels, as she retreats. The rotating platform of the carousel does nothing to help your balance and the lights and noise distract your focus. You crouch behind a stationary horse, searching for her amongst the painted animals.

You break the blade off your wrist, poised to throw like a javelin. When the Iron Woman pops out from behind a black horse, you bring your arm back to throw the blade, but she fires from her gun before you can. The bullet bounces off a pole and buries itself in your left cheek.

The pain is like a branding iron as you scream and fall to your knees, the blade slipping out of your fingers. Blood pours out of your mouth, the taste of metal coating your tongue as you gingerly reach in to swipe the burning chunk of lead over your teeth. You finally spit the bullet out, but the pain persists.

The Iron Woman holsters her gun and approaches you, thinking you’re too distracted to notice. But you do, another blade flicking out of your left wrist and you ram it into her thigh as hard as you can. The blade crunches through the plates of her armor, but she elicits no reaction to being stabbed.

“Y/N,” the Iron Woman repeats.

“Just die already!” you scream, withdrawing the blade and trying to stab her again.

The Iron Woman’s helmet slides back and you freeze when you see her face.

It’s Natasha.

Immediately, your anger melts into confusion and happiness.

“H-How…How is this possible?” you stammer, more blood spilling from your lips. “T-They…They told me you died.”

“No.” Natasha shakes her head, kneeling to your level. “But you never came back for me.”

“Because I hurt you—” Hammer had said she was dead, and that Tony—no—you—had killed her.

“I forgive you, Y/N. For all of it.”

“I don’t deserve your forgiveness.” You stumble back, tears and blood mixing on your face.

“Please come back to me, Y/N,” Natasha begs, as your head spins from the turn of events. “I still love you.”

Suddenly, it’s like all of Hammer’s training reverses. Tony was never the one responsible for harming Natasha—you were. And now Tony’s bleeding to death, which was again, your fault. You won’t let this rest on your conscience. You’ve done enough damage and now it’s time to redeem yourself, as little as you can.

“This is all Justin Hammer’s doing,” you say, letting Natasha pull you to your feet. “He’s had me kidnapped for the past six months. He thought I would be able to help him kill Tony, but he’s not going to be successful anymore. Because you weren’t part of the plan.”

Natasha smiles and you feel your heart melt. Whether or not she’ll take you back, you owe this to her.

“He’s about a mile out, west from here. He has no guards—arrogant bastard—it’s just him and his rifle. You go get him and I’ll get Tony,” you say. Natasha nods and flies off. For a moment, you’re filled with jealousy over her suit. How come Tony never made you one?

You make your way off the carousel and find Tony still on the ground. You check his pulse. It’s weak, but there.

“Tony, I’m so sorry,” you say, as a spray of bullet rips through the ground. You grab his arms and pull him to take cover under a bench.

“Y/N?” he mumbles.

“Yeah. I’m sorry. This is all my fault.”

“No…” Tony says, grabbing your hand. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I was a complete asshole to you that day—”

“No, I’m the one who tried to shoot you, for God’s sake—” You rip his shirt into ribbons to wad up against the wounds in his chest and legs. “You’re gonna be okay,” you promise. “It’s Justin Hammer who’s behind all of this.”

“I recognized his work from your suit,” Tony gasps. “It looks like shit.”

“You can tell him that yourself.” You find yourself smiling despite the circumstances. “He wanted my help to end his ultimate rival. He manipulated me into thinking that Natasha was dead and that you were the reason for it—” You pause. “Thank you for taking care of her.”

“It was the least I could do for you.”

“I know she probably won’t want me anyway after all this, but it was good to see her again.”

“She only wants you. It was always you or no one.”

You throw yourself onto Tony when the bullets start again and you feel them bounce off your back and legs. Fortunately, when Hammer made your suit bulletproof, he probably didn’t think it would have to bulletproof against his bullets.

Suddenly, the gunshots stop and the silence is deafening.

When you finally look up, you see Natasha flying over, holding Hammer by the collar.

You don’t even mind when your face splits into a painful smile. “That’s my girl.”

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Two weeks after Hammer is arrested, Natasha convinces you to come by the Avengers Tower. It’s a strange feeling as you walk in for the first time in over six months. When you left, you’d never thought you’d be back, but here you are. Your only belongings are a single duffel bag with some clothes stuffed inside.

You ride the elevator up to the Avengers’ quarters. You’re a little more wary of the SHIELD agents that pass you, wondering if anyone will double-cross you again, but you remain courteous. You punch in your code to see if it still works and it does, the doors opening.

“Look who’s finally come home.” Tony’s there to greet you and he hugs you tightly.

“How are you feeling?” you ask, still guilty you almost got him killed.

“Good, no thanks to you.”

“Sorry again.”

He waves you off.

“Where’s—” you start, but then you see her. She comes around the corner in a wheelchair. Your heart drops to your feet.

“Things have been a little different since you left,” she says. So that’s why she had no reaction when you had stabbed her at the carousel. She has no feeling left in her legs after your bullet pierced her spine.

“Natasha, I’m…I didn’t know. Shit, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be here.” You turn around, but she rolls into your legs and grabs your hand.

“Please stay,” she says. “Like I told you before, I’m not mad.”

“But you have every right to be.”

“Can we talk?”

You nod numbly and let her lead you back to where your shared bedroom with her was. Nothing inside has changed. In fact, your clothes are still hanging in the closet like you’d never left. You sit on your side of the bed.

“What do you want me to say, Y/N?” Natasha asks.

You shrug. “Call me an asshole for what I did. Tell me you’d never want me back.”

“Okay. You’re an asshole for shooting me and leaving me,” Natasha says without hesitation, and you flinch. But somehow, you find solace in hearing her say the words you’ve played over and over in your head for months. “And yeah, after the whole thing happened, I didn’t think I could ever take you back. But I couldn’t stop thinking about you and told myself if I ever saw you again, I wanted you to know that I forgive you.”

“But I don’t know if I could forgive myself,” you whisper.

“Well, I forgive you, and I think if I can do that, you can, too.” It hurts her to see how much you’ve changed in the past six months. Your face and body are thin from malnourishment and Hammer’s torture. Your eyes are dull and permanently swollen from basically crying every day for six months. Some of your fingers are crooked from not healing correctly and you have scars running up your arms.

She reaches out and touches the puckered mark on your cheek from the bullet. “Besides, we’re kind of even now.”

“Hardly.” You chuckle.

“We can start slow,” Natasha says, putting her hands on your shoulders. “Because I’m not sure what still works down there, anyway.”

You smile, and her heart warms at the sight.

“Can I lie with you?” she asks and you nod, scooping her up and carrying her to the bed. You put her down gently and lie next to her. She pulls you close until your foreheads touch and you close your eyes as you breathe in her familiar scent. “Why did you pick the carousel as the meeting place?” she asks.

“I…I don’t know,” you mumble. “For some weird reason, I thought I’d see you again, at least in my memory. But then I did in real life, too.”

“I’m so glad you came back,” Natasha hums, brushing her lips against yours.

“I’m so glad I did, too.”

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AN: The end! :) Fun facts:

-Part 1 was inspired by the scene in X-Men: First Class where Magneto accidentally deflects a bullet into Charles’s spine (which resulted in Charles’s paralysis). -Part 2’s Iron Black Widow suit was inspired by a concept art photo I saw that was cut from Avengers: Endgame. Here’s the link to that post. -Part 3’s carousel scene was inspired by the season 1 finale of Netflix’s Punisher.

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bloodpacks-archive · 4 years ago

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Hands holding (33) with Jihyun please 💙☺️

i am so sorry it took me so long to get to this and now i’m posting it at 3:30AM but i hope you enjoy it anyway i deeply apologize.

endure | jihyun kim

warnings: mentions of blood/wounds, bandaging hands, general angst/self-doubt but it’s jihyun what did you expect

word count: 1.7k

His hands shake as he tries to loosen the bandages. The cloth sits between his teeth and he tries to unwrap them on his own—tries to make sure that they’re redressed properly without anyone else because he is so sick of asking for help.

He doubts he deserves it anymore.

He can hear her quiet footsteps in the kitchen, the clinking of pans as she makes something for the both of them. She’s been stubborn ever since he got released from the hospital, and while most of him is thankful, a much louder part of him begs her to please, go home. Take care of yourself first, not me.

In the shrouding darkness of his bedroom, his door only cracked open an inch, he can take care of things on his own. He doesn’t have to lay in front of her, the word burden laying heavy on his lips, his hands outstretched and practically begging.

He hisses as the bandage lifts off of his wound, a soft groan breaking past his throat. Blood pulls away with the dirty bandage, red and sticky. He scrunches his eyes closed and lets the bandage slip out from between his teeth, watching as it falls below his wrist. On instinct, he goes to grab it with his other hand, but the movement of his fingers makes his joints ache and he hisses again, bowing his head until he can feel the touch of his hair against the exposed skin of his hands.

He hears the creak of his door, sees the light from the hall begin to spill onto the floor until it laps at his feet.

“V?” She whispers, her voice sweet with concern. He doesn’t dare look up at her. He chews on his lower lip while his gaze stays on the ground. His hands itch to rub together, but every movement sends a shot of pain into his forearm. Her footsteps are soft against the hardwood. She walks on the balls of her feet, barely letting her heels touch the ground. She moves forward until her socks (do they have flowers on them?) come to meet his.

Her hands come down to his, and then she crouches before him, lowering herself until he has to meet her eyes. He tries to keep his gaze steady on her, but turns away after a moment anyway.

“What are you doing?” She asks. Her fingers move to the bandage that now hangs from his hand—half-wrapped and half-unraveled. Her gaze moves to the medicine that sits beside him then, and she sighs.

“I’m sorry,” He whispers, weakness encroaching on the sound of his voice. He’s not entirely sure what he’s apologizing for, if it’s the bandages that lay on his hands or the fact that she’s now kneeling before him, the sound of sweet worry falling past her lips and into his ears.

She doesn’t speak, only slowly begins to unravel the rest of the bandages that lay in his right hand—the one he’d already begun to work on. She’s delicate against his skin, her fingers light on the cloth. As she pulls away the last strip of bandages on that hand, it tugs on one of his cuts and he scrunches his eyes shut again, letting a strained breath slip past his teeth. Her head snaps up and she whispers a series of apologies, one of her hands traveling up his forearm so she can lightly trace the skin there.

But he can’t look her in the eyes. His gaze stays on the way her thumb barely presses into the skin of his arm, and though he’s thankful for her touch, a disgusting kind of sorrow settles somewhere in his chest. She moves her hands freely along his skin, her fingers have the ability to wrap around the bottle of saline solution that lays beside him and she doesn’t cower at pain running through and into her bones.

It’s a heavy feeling in his chest, one that curls around him and makes him feel dizzy and sick. He wants to apologize just for the feeling, wishes to ask her to go home and please, enjoy your evening, he wishes he could sit in this darkness and take care of himself and stop hearing the voice that whispers burden so close to his ear that it wraps around and presses into his skull.

He wants to feel the stretch of his hands, wishes to feel the weight of his camera in his palm and the press of the cool shutter-release against his skin—the resistance of it, something he knows by heart, he wants to feel his joints adjust to that touch.

“V,” She says again. He doesn’t move, but he hums—a weak little noise, barely more than a creak in his voice. “Can you look at me?” She asks.

Hesitantly, he raises his head and his gaze until he meets her eyes once more. He can’t see all of her, especially not in this darkness, but he sees the tilt of her head and the shape of her furrowed brows.

“I’m sorry,” He repeats, and she clicks her tongue and shakes her head in reply.

“No,” She says, “No, I’m not allowing you to be.” He wants to reply, but the only words that seem to fit well in his mouth are him asking for forgiveness, and she wouldn’t want that either, so he stays silent.

She sighs again and runs a hand up his forearm before returning back down to his wounds. She doesn’t speak yet, dripping the saline solution onto his hand. It’s cool against the skin there, and he lets a contented breath fall past his lips. He closes his eyes for a moment, and opens them to find her looking at him again.

“I can tell you’re feeling guilty.” She begins to unwrap his other hand as she speaks. He notices how she’s even more careful with this one, going a little slower than before and checking with him every few moments. “It’s okay to be taken care of sometimes.”

“You’ve cared for me too many times-“

“V,” She interrupts, and he stops at the sound of her voice. It’s stern, but there’s a tone there that suggests something of grief. He doesn’t understand until she speaks again. “When was the last time someone took care of you?”

He doesn’t respond, but he purses his lips. He feels as one of her hands moves away from his, and then she cups his jaw. Her fingertips are so light against his skin it feels more like a fantasy of touch than the real thing, but then he feels her thumb trace against his cheekbone and he knows that it’s real. That this- this affection, even of the most foreign regard, is real.

“Then let me,” She whispers, and then “please,” her voice breaking at the vowels. The word burden still sits somewhere under his tongue, but he doesn’t dare speak it. He only nods, but her hand doesn’t move away for a moment. Instead, she leans up and tilts his head down until her lips press softly to the crown of his head. On instinct, one of his hands wishes to curl around around her wrist that lays by his neck, but at the movement pain washes through his knuckles and he stops, suppressing the shaky breath that threatens his lungs. When she moves away and her hand leaves his face, his skin feels cold and he almost leans to follow her touch. He doesn’t, of course. He doesn’t allow himself anything of the sort.

They don’t speak while she treats his left hand, the only sound filling the air being that of their breaths and the rustle of sheets while she grabs the antibiotics from the space next to him. She’s careful as she rewraps both of his hands, only speaking to ask him if it’s too tight, but it isn’t. She’s managed to get it right.

When she’s finished rewrapping both of his hands, she holds them for a moment, careful not to bend any of his fingers—rather, her touch is under his knuckles, her fingers spread on the back of his wrist.

“I know how important your hands are to you,” She whispers. Her eyes flick from his down to the bandages. He notices her scrutinizing her work, her eyes following the weaving of the cloth. “I’m sorry there isn’t more I can do.”

“No,” He speaks, “No, you’ve done more than enough. I hardly deserve-“

“Jihyun,” She interrupts, and now her eyes move from her work to lay on his face. The lilt of his name burrows into his chest, leaving it tight as any words die on his tongue. “You deserve to be taken care of.” She shakes her head, furrowing her brows and closing her eyes before speaking again, “Even if you didn’t, no one should lay alone like this. No one deserves to sit in the dark with bandages between their teeth. You can’t- You can’t take every responsibility. You can’t.”

He feels like he’s spent so many moments in silence tonight. Like so many times he’s been left with only apologies resting on his tongue but no means to form them in the rest of his head. He only sits in front of her, hands opened and bandaged by her own fingers, the grief of not being able to reach out to her, no matter what desire tears at his chest. He struggles to find a response, and she must see the way his lips part and his brows furrow, because then she rises to sit next to him, the mattress shifting under her.

Without a word, she wraps an arm around his shoulders and lets him lean into her. His hands are awkward in front of him, but she grabs them so he can turn, letting one wrap behind her while the other stays in front. His forehead falls onto her shoulder, and she lets one of her hands settle into his hair.

In that shrouded darkness, they stay together for a while—his breath warm on her shoulder and her fingers cold in his hair. Light spills into the room, but it urges neither of them to leave. And though his hands ache, he turns his wrist until one of his hands can wrap around her side, a pain surging through his knuckles, but one he’ll endure for just this moment.

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#jihyun kim #jihyun kim x reader #jihyun kim x mc #v x reader #v x mc #mysme fanfic #mystic messenger fanfic #mysme #mystic messenger #hunterelys

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buckysdolls · 4 years ago

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You’re cute when you...

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One Shot- Bucky x Reader

Summary- Bucky adores you, he tries to show this in subtle ways but you brush it off not wanting to think more into it even though you’re crushing on him too. He also loves to be that one annoying person who you can’t help but laugh with so he figures it’s time to step it up a notch to really show you how much he likes you.

Warnings- Bucky being a cute annoying and loving and fluffy!

You flopped onto the sofa located in the common room of The Avengers compound, with a book in hand ready to settle down for the evening. You were wearing a bralette, an oversized unzipped hoodie and shorts that wrapped around the top half of your thighs, it was comfortable to chill in knowing not many people would be roaming the compound. It was the weekend meaning it was awfully quiet, it reminded you of when you were at University, the weekends were always peaceful as people left campus for the weekend to go home. The compound felt a little like that. Many of the workers and even some of the Avengers would go home if the compound wasn’t their permanent residence. For you… it was. Fury advised you in joining the Avengers, your expertise in handling weapons and guns was valuable to them, so when Bucky arrived… in a somewhat stable state you made the perfect pair, adding Sam to the mix was a bonus. You enjoyed listening to the two of them rip into each other. Although it usually ended in you butting their heads together when it was time to focus in order to make the dream teamwork.

You shot Bucky a quick smile as he strolled into the common room, he returned the smile but you returned your interest to the book. Though trying to read the book was tough, you had noticed he was wearing his red Henley, that hugged his muscles and showed off his pecs, man you were a sucker for his muscles. You knew better than to swoon over him though, you were adamant Bucky saw you as just a friend and though you maybe did fancy him the tiniest bit you’d learnt to push those feeling aside. Not many people knew Bucky the way you did, spending copious amounts of time with him you knew him inside out, probably not as much as Steve, but you were a close second.

Bucky enjoyed your company, he had done for a while now and developed feelings for you that he struggled to word, he knew he had a better chance of showing that he was crazy for you rather than telling you. He always tried to show you by always holding you in places of affection, but you never seemed to notice. You peered up from your book as Bucky took a seat next to you, his left arm settled on the back of the sofa.

“What book you reading?” He leant into you to catch a glimpse at the words on the page, you flipped over the cover to show him the front page.

“The Duke and I?” Bucky scrunched up his face as he realised it was one of those romantic, sexy books you like to read.

“Don’t judge me!” You scowled jokingly as you both smiled. He raised his arm in defence before scooting closer to you. Him shifting next to you made it even harder to concentrate on the words in the book. You could smell the freshness of his body wash, and the coconut scent of his shampoo dangling on the ends of his hair. You took a side glance realising he was looking at you… minutes passed, and he was still staring at you. You huffed, dramatically closing your book, and looking across to meet Bucky’s eyes, he was staring intently.

“Bucky! Stop staring.”

“We’re having a staring contest.”

“I wasn’t staring at you… so we’re not having a staring contest” You pointed out squinting your eyes trying to understand what was going on his brain yet letting the corner of your lips turn upwards.

“But you’re staring now. So now we’re having a staring contest”

“That’s not how it works Bucky!” You huffed realising this was pointless and returning to your book.

“Ha! You blinked!”

“I wasn’t playing!” You sang unfazed by Bucky’s attempt to annoy you and keeping your eyes locked on the book.

“Then why were you looking at me?

“Because you looked at me first!”

“You’re cute when you’re mad” Bucky’s put his face in front of your book, leaning over you, he chuckled as you lifted your book up to your view. He always called you cute, you’d just assume he said it to every woman he’d met. His head relaxed on your lap as he adjusted his position, laying out on the sofa, his arms crossed over his chest. Did he want your attention or something? He began to pop his lips every other second, he then glanced up at you as you felt his head shift sideways, his lips were pursed realising you were still reading.

“You’re cute when you read”

You closed your book again settling it on his chest, your hand on top of the book. He smirked and his blue eyes gleamed almost looking like puppy dogs as he was happy you were paying him attention.

“You never notice when I call you cute Y/N”

“I do, I chose to ignore it cause it doesn’t mean anything. I assume you call everyone cute”

“You think I go around calling Sam cute huh? You know I only call you cute!” Bucky ran his finger through his hair still looking up at you. He always found a way to make you laugh even when he knew he was irritating you.

“You’re cute when you laugh” Bucky was more serious this time, his eyes looked deeper in yours searching as he reached out his arm to rest his hand on the side of your neck, you hair in between his fingers, and his thumb laid on the edge of your cheek. Your breath stuck in your throat as his touch sent an explosive sparkle through your body. You were used to Bucky touching you, he was always handsy with you, around your waist, lower back, shoulders, you just never questioned it assuming he was looking out for you.

“I wish I’d done this sooner” Bucky motioned his thumb in smooth strokes across your cheek.

“What’s that?” You whispered finding your words yet still feeling flustered in the moment.

“Kiss you. It’s been on my mind for a while now” Bucky mumbled before tenderly pulling your head down guiding it to his, he stopped when your noses were barely inches apart.

“Are you fucking with me right now?” You suddenly felt embarrassed wondering if Bucky was doing this to carry on annoying you, you thought you knew almost everything about Bucky, you were sure he was too busy enjoying running missions to even think about having a personal life.

“I know I can be annoying, but I ain’t a dick. I’ve felt this way for a while” Bucky pressed his lips to yours closing that inch gap. His lips were sweet, and his beard tickled your skin as your mouth moved in sync. He moved up from your lap slowly making sure not to break the kiss, his hands settled on your hips gripping them as he guided you onto his lap, so you were straddling him. Your hands were flatly pressed against his chest and his hands moved to your bum squeezing as he rubbed against you.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Curiosity got the better of you pulling away and instantly regretting it as you worried you’d killed the mood. Bucky still held you smirking.

“Had to make sure… I didn’t think I’d fall for someone again after what I’d been through. An no matter what I told you, the gory details, or the fear I put in people you weren’t scared… I could see it in your eyes.”

“I wanted to make you feel part of the team and appreciated. It the least I could do after what you’ve been through. Anyway, I’m too fierce to fear you.” You prodded his chest joking with him.

“Oh yeah?” Bucky questioned, raising his eyebrows, and coking his head as if he’d been challenged. You nodded biting your lip, he suddenly flipped you over laying you on the sofa with your hands tightly held about your head as he straddled you, his face again inches form yours. You watched him as he allowed his eyes to make their way down your body, he breathed deeply clearly enjoying looking at your body.

“You have a cute body” He commented interlocking your hands and brining you up into him, smiling as he brushed his nose against yours.

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#bucky imagine #bucky barnes #bucky #bucky fluff #bucky x reader #bucky barnes imagine #sebastian stan #bucky barnes fan fiction #bucky barnes fanfic #the avengers #the winter soldier #marvel #marvel universe #bucky Barnes fan account #bucky barnes x you

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adenei · 3 years ago

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Adenei's Jily Fic Masterlist

Thank you @pottinglilies for the tag! I tag @be11atrixthestrange and @sweeethinny to share their masterlists <3 Happy almost Jily awards you lovely people <3

All You Knead is Love - Work in Progress - Updates Sundays

Life is not going according to plan for Lily Evans. She's dealing with a major setback in her career as a pastry chef for reasons she'd rather not discuss. In an effort to forget the cards life has dealt her, she signs up for a baking competition, meeting the kind and supportive Ms. Sprout who offers an opportunity she can't possibly refuse.

James Potter has sworn off women forever, choosing instead to focus on managing the family foundation and using his billions to do some good in the world by way of his passion for food.

So, what happens when their paths continue to cross? Will James's arrogance keep Lily adamant in her attempts to keep her distance? Or will the undeniable attraction bring them closer together in ways neither could have ever imagined? An enemies to lovers story that is loosely inspired by Pride and Prejudice.

One Memorable Evening - Two Shot

Accompanying her movie star best friend to the Oscars seemed like a great idea at the time, but when Lily wakes up the morning of feeling under the weather, she second-guesses her decision. But Mary shrugs her health worries off, insisting she'll be fine, and convinces Lily to go anyways. Everything seems fine until they run into Mary's co-star and hot, up-and-coming actor, James Potter, and Lily's stomach twists into knots again. Is it nerves from meeting her celebrity crush, or is Lily's upset stomach making a comeback? Written for the September Celebrity AU Jily Challenge!

It's a Start - One Shot

James loses track of the rest of the conversation as he inches closer to the exit, eager to head to Quality Quidditch Supplies. His eyes drift to the large picture window at the front of the shop when he loses interest in the display in front of him. A familiar head of red hair passes by the windows, making his heart skip a beat. Suddenly, he’s no longer as sour about being here by himself.

How to Win a Witch in 10 Days - Complete

“She’s going to find some unsuspecting wizard, get him to fall for her, and then do all the things that turn men away to get him to break things off! Won’t it be the best way to see what witches do that drives men crazy?” But what happens when the man in question is a blast from Lily Evans's past? A Jily Magical AU based on the romantic comedy "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days."

Love vs. Autonomy - One Shot

James chooses homework and a study date with the redhead he fancies over partying with his friends in this Muggle AU one-shot. While he waits to meet her at the library, he attempts to tackle his English Lit character study, but in a strange turn of events, stops writing about the character and blends it with someone a little more...real.

31 Prompts for 31 Days - Jilytober - Complete

A compilation of drabbles/one-shots written for the 31 Prompts for 31 Days Challenge for Tumblr's Jilytober! All Jily :)

Fashionably Late - One Shot

Managing the responsibilities of seventh year are proving harder than Lily imagined. And what makes it worse? James is slacking. How will Lily respond?

Summer of Jily Challenge - Complete (sans prompt 10)

A series of Jily one-shots using the prompts that efk_girldetective is creating weekly for Summer of Jily!

Dancing Around You - One Shot

A Jily Drabble inspired by the musical "In the Heights". First date muggle modern AU where neither can seem to wrap their heads around their true feelings for each other, and as a result, dance around each other all evening.

Fireworks - One Shot

Lily Evans does not fancy James Potter. Not even in the slightest. At least, that's what she keeps telling herself. She had her chance, she turned him down, and he's moved on, so she needs to stop thinking about him. Too bad he's the only one who can give her that spark.

Stars in the Night Sky - One Shot

James and Lily are paired together for an Astronomy assignment during 7th year. Will the extra alone time be what they need to make the leap toward a relationship?

31 Days of January Word Challenge

Day 11 - Perseverance

Day 16 - Together

Day 18 - Trust

Day 27 - Adventure

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yunhofingers-writes · 3 years ago

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8 days a week 1/9

Note♥︎- I’ve been wanting to do this series since i’ve had my first account and now that i started it, i’m excited!!! This series is just smut. Nothing more, nothing less..just a small twist to it though😏

Genre♡︎- 1/9- suggestive

Warnings/Tags♥︎- Small talks about sizes, and virginity

Pairing - Ateez & f! reader

Word count♡︎- 1,205+

Previous chapter | Next Chapter

❥- You were so late to the fansign event. You woke up 20 minutes later than intended and it took you forever to get the right wing for the eyeliner you wanted. You rushed in, pushing through people to meet your friend, who was standing in the front.

“You’re late.” She informed you. You just let out an embarrassed smile and shrugged. She looked away with an eye roll.

You were both currently at an Ateez fansign with gifts in bags. You worked so hard to get these. 2 jobs and doing overtime really did work, you also were babysitting. Something you’re never doing ever again. Babies aren’t your thing. You shuddered at the thought of having to watch another baby. Anyways, Your friend already had the money and she offered to help you, but you didn’t want her money.

“We’re almost up.” She told you and breathed out. You were so nervous,your body shaking, head pounding and fingernails pressing into your palm. You made sure you bought gum just in case.

You and your friend were holding small conversations while nervously waiting. She was basically grabbing you super hard when it was her turn to go. You smirked and wished her luck as you waited until she moved so you could talk to Hongjoong. Your heart was pounding out of its chest the moment you saw your friend scooting over. You slowly sank on your knees and looked up at Hongjoong with a nervous grin. He let out a similar smile like yours and waved.

“Y-you’re gorgeous.” He breathed out, making you feel shy.

“Thank you.” You smiled.

“Can I grab your hand?” He asked and grabbed it once you nodded.

You were internally freaking out. The Kim Hongjoong just asked to touch your hand. Are you dreaming? His hands are soft and pretty. Your hands were a bit bigger than his.

You gave him his gifts and told him how much you love him and the music he makes. You kept talking to the rest of the boys with small compliments here and there. Wooyoung was flirting with you, biting his lip at you and dragging his hand through his hair. You’re never going to complain about how you look anymore.

Yeosang was on the shyer side with you. Blushing once you told him how gorgeous he looked, picking with his gift as you continued to compliment him.

Seonghwa’s duality almost gave you whiplash. His gaze was dark and almost competitive and you took that as a competition. At this giving point, the moment was heated. As you stared at Seonghwa, your mind was giving you the perfect imagination. You and Seonghwa with the exact same heated moments.

Before you knew it Seonghwa blinked and was now staring at you with a soft smile.

His tongue poking at his cheek and you smiled back with a light wave.

The rest of the fansign was fun, there were games and dancing. You and your friend got to show the new dances you both learned.

All the fun had to end at some point. It was time for you both to go.

“Girl the way you and Seonghwa stared at each other had me thinking he was going to do you on the table.” Your friend joked and you rolled your eyes, looking away.

“Shut up.”

“Is there a bathroom here before we leave?” She asked, stepping side to side and you shrugged, looking around for a bathroom sign. You saw a body guard and asked him. You pointed it out to your friend and she ran that way.

“Are you Y/N?” The bodyguard asked and you turned around, nodding. He nodded his head.

“The boys want to speak to you after you're done with your friend. Just find me by the door once you’re done.” He told you and walked away, leaving you confused.

Why would they want to speak to you? What if you made them uncomfortable? Omg is it about the Seonghwa thing? You shouldn’t have stared at him like that. They probably think you’re a horny stan. Well, you are, but, yeah.

In the middle of your small internal panic moment, your friend finally showed up, telling you she was leaving and to call her when you made it home. When she left, you let out a deep breath before walking to the door where the security guard told you to go to.

“I’m here.” You told him. He nodded and led you into the back room, where ateez were waiting for you in.

You still couldn’t believe it. Ateez wanted to talk to you. Is your hair a mess? Does your makeup even look good? You fixed on your clothes as you followed the security guard down the hallway.

Once you made it to the door, the security guard knocked 3 times.

This is it. You were here, in front of Ateez’s door.

Jongho opened the door with a polite smile. The guard bowed and Jongho bowed back, stepping to the side to let you walk in. You walked in slowly, flinching once the door closed.

You looked around the room, it was clean and tidied up. It smelled like strawberries and cologne? The room had a small red sofa and a long black velvet one in the middle of the room. The boys had their makeup off and were in comfortable clothes.

“We want to ask you a question. Feel free to say no, okay.” Mingi started off. Your eyes were blown wide from how deep his voice was. You nodded and he continued.

“We all want to have sex with.” He flat out told you and before you got a word out, Yunho cut in, smacking Mingi in his head.

“Yes, but like on different days of course.” He finished and your mouth was wide open, mind blew.

“You guys get horny?” You blurted out. Really? That was the only question you had?

San chuckled at that and nodded.

“We’re humans too.” He replied and you looked away in embarrassment.

“S-sorry. How long will we be doing this?” You asked, a bit nervous.

“We’re leaving here in 9 days, so only 8 days and on the last day you can come hang with us before we leave.” Hongjoong informed you, you smiled and nodded. You’re not letting this chance slip pass you.

“I have one question though.” You announced and the boys all looked at you in curiosity.

“Is there anyone up in here that’s bigger than 7 inches?” You asked a genuine question and they all laughed at you. You just chuckled with them “I’m serious.” you added with a little laugh afterwards.

“I’m sure Yunho’s the biggest along with Yeosang.” Seonghwa spoke and your eyes wandered down in between Yunho’s legs.

“Eyes up here.” Yunho teased with a snap. You averted your eyes away and looked up at Yeosang who only looked away.

“Are you a virgin, Yeosang?” You asked and you swore you saw him smirk, before replying to you.

“I am not.” He responded and you nodded and mumbled under your breath.

“What time should I come over?” You asked and Wooyoung answered.

“You’re in college right?” He asked and you nodded “Come at this place whenever you can and text this number. He informed you as he wrote down all the things said.

He gave you a piece of paper and you put it in your back pocket.

“See you tomorrow.” Jongho said and you nodded.

“Bye.”

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vi-writes-stuff · 3 years ago

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Good as Gold (Ethan x f!MC)

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Audrey Lee)

Word Count: 1.62 k

Rating: 18+ (NSFW content, PWP)

Summary: The events before and after their impromptu date night. Set between book 2 and 3. Sequel to All I've Ever Known

Author's Note: All I've Ever Known was originally titled Good as Gold. Title is from "Gold" by Tolan Shaw. Listen to the song and tell me this isn't lovestruck Ethan. So glad Ethan finaly said ILY to MC in the finale <3 Anyway, here's the sequel to my first fic. Y'all this is just PWP, so enjoy.

If someone had asked Ethan Ramsey what was important to him two years ago, the answer was simple: work. His work was what mattered.

It was all that mattered.

Taking in the sight of Audrey soundly asleep beside him in his bed, looking radiant in the moonlight, he knows his answer would be different now. He watched the gentle rise and fall of her breath, the slow repetitive motion easing the fear that had gripped his heart.

He had woken up from a dream that had almost become a reality. The cure hadn’t been synthesized in time. He had held her as she faded away, her normally warm and lively eyes wide with fear, whispering to him that she didn’t want to die.

Reaching over to her sleeping form, Ethan gently stroked her cheek. The skin contact and the quiet breath she exhaled soothed him instantaneously.

With Edenbrook still under construction, the two busy doctors had spent the past few weeks holed up in his apartment. They were no longer hiding their relationship and Ethan found he treasured the domesticity between them; a sentiment he thought he would never hold.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, he settled back into bed. As soon as he laid down, Audrey slid closer to him, letting out a contented sigh.

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Out of habit, he woke up at 6 AM only to find his bed empty. The feeling of panic seized his heart until he heard her quietly humming. Shuffling towards the bedroom door that had been left slightly ajar, he smiled at the sight of Audrey bathed in the soft sunlight of the kitchen. Dressed in an oversized t-shirt she had stolen from him and a pair of sleep shorts, the hair she usually wore up at work hung loose as she flipped a pancake in the air. As the other side of the pancake landed perfectly in the pan, she did a little victory dance and waved the spatula she held in her right hand.

He didn’t get a chance to watch her for much longer as Jenner, who had been sitting by the foot of the kitchen counter, noticed Ethan in the doorway and made her way to him, letting out a soft woof as he saw his owner was finally awake.

Setting the pan on the stove, she turned around and grinned. “Good morning, I woke up before you, so I thought I’d make us some breakfast,” Audrey said, flipping the newest pancake onto the stack she made.

Crossing the apartment, he wrapped himself around her. “Smells delicious,” he replied, placing a kiss against her neck. Knowing how much she loved it when he kissed her there, he was rewarded with a stifled moan.

She turned around in his arms and placed a gentle kiss against his lips before playfully swatting his shirtless chest with the spatula, “As much as I enjoy how you show your appreciation, I would actually like to enjoy breakfast before it gets cold.”

He hugged her a little tighter before letting go. “I’ll get started on the coffee then,” he sighed.

Audrey smiled cheekily at him. “Thanks, babe.”

Giggling at the face he made at the nickname, she turned her attention back to the stove as she cooked the last of the batter.

As Audrey returned to the apartment she shared with her roommates, Ethan visited Alan to drop off Jenner. Later in the day as he checked his email, he received a notification about the opening of L’Orfeo and a plan began to form in his mind.

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Audrey Lee drove him insane in the best ways possible. The ride back home that started with her hand entwined in his across the gear shift ended with wandering touches as the pair rushed towards the elevator. Ethan successfully opened the door to his apartment and the door slammed shut as he pinned Audrey against.

"You know I have worn this dress before," she murmured as he kissed a trail down her neck.

He hummed. "On the rooftop, I thought I recognized it."

"You didn't make a comment about it, so I thought I'd wear it again,” she said breathlessly as her face flushed. “Elicit a reaction this time around.”

"Mission accomplished,” he groaned. “You are beautiful in that dress, but I think it would look better off of you and on the floor."

Laughter bubbled up out of her mouth as he held her face in his hands. “Aren’t you forward? You did just take me out to dinner, I guess—” Her teasing is cut off by a loud yawn that escapes her mouth. “Sorry, I guess I actually am tired.”

Taking a look at her eyes that were still somewhat red and puffy from her tears by the river earlier, he pressed a kiss against a cheek. Bending down he swept her off her feet, eliciting a surprised squeak from Audrey. “Come on, let’s go to bed and sleep.”

Carrying her across the apartment, Ethan gently deposited her onto her side of the bed. Kneeling down, he carefully removed her heels and put them aside. Climbing on to the bed to sit behind her, he helped undo her dress, pressing a kiss to every inch of skin that revealed itself as he lowered the zipper.

The zipper was three quarters of the way down when Audrey twisted around, pressing a kiss against his lips. Her hands drifted towards the back of his neck. Humming delightedly in response, Ethan’s hands reached out to pull her face closer, causing the to grow kiss deeper and more passionate by the second.

Audrey pulled back, her lips swollen and panting for breath. Ethan attempted to pull her back in, but she stopped him with a gentle press of her thumb against his bottom lip. Her hand slowly drifted down to his shirt and she began undoing the top button. “Actually,” she murmured into his ear. “I’m not as tired anymore.”

Ethan looked into Audrey’s eyes, her pupils were blown so wide he could barely see the beautiful brown that surrounded them. “Are you sure?”

Audrey nodded. “I’m certain.”

As their lips met again, Ethan rushed to undress himself as Audrey fully unzipped and slipped out of her dress. Pushing him further up until his back met the headboard, Audrey straddled his lap. As she began rocking in his lap, he uttered a series of soft curses which delighted her. Pulling back from their kiss, Audrey leaned her forehead against his and pressed a hand against his hammering heart. She gently took one of his warm hands and pressed it against her own racing heart. They sat there for a moment, their breaths intermingling as they felt the steady thump of each other’s heartbeats.

“You’re important to me. Don’t ever forget that,” he said.

Staring into each other’s eyes, Audrey stroked his cheek. “Know that you’re important to me too.” The warmth of his gaze and his words was reflected in her own and it was filled with a feeling neither was quite brave enough to admit to themselves or each other yet.

Wrapping a gentle hand around his cock, she slowly stroked him up and down, eliciting a moan from Ethan underneath her. Smirking at his response, she whispered, “I was thinking about how I could repay you for this morning.” Audrey kept moving further down as she continued to stroke him. She stopped and bent down to kiss the tip, before she licked at the dripping precum.

“Jesus Christ, Audrey,” he groaned.

“Mmm, I like the sounds you make too.” Pressing another kiss against the tip of his cock, she opened her mouth and slowly swallowed his length. Bobbing her head up and down, her other hand wrapped around the base and stroked the parts her mouth couldn’t reach.

Ethan threaded his hands through her hair, guiding her as he slowly bucked into his mouth. As another moan escaped his mouth, Audrey looked up at him, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she continued to suck him. “Audrey, I’m close,” he murmured as he pulled himself out of her mouth, much to her protest.

Audrey sat back up and hovered over his lap. Grabbing the base of his cock, she positioned herself over him and sighed in relief as she slid down on to him. “God, the way you fill me up,” she moaned, rolling her hips forward. Massaging her breasts in his hands, he gently pinched her nipples making her gasp. Her hands rested with her palms flat against his chest as he continued his ministrations.

Slowly, he shifted his grasp to her hips so that he thrust further into her. The sensation caused Audrey’s eyes to flutter shut as another moan escaped her and she bit her swollen lower lip. That image was forever burned in his brain and he knew instantly that if she let him, he would gladly have spent the rest of his days worshipping her body, her mind, and her soul.

“Come for me, Audrey” he panted. Moments later, she clenched around him crying his name aloud. The sound of her pleasure and the delicious bite of her nails against his skin allowed him to reach his own climax. When Audrey finally rode out her orgasm, he gently slipped out of her as she slumped against his heaving chest.

He silently twined their hands together and pressed a kiss against the top of her hand, before he rested them over his heart. Audrey leaned up to kiss him once more, before she rested her head in the crook of his neck. Wrapped in each other’s embrace, the pair slowly drifted off to sleep to the steadily slowing rhythm of Ethan’s heartbeat.

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random-mha-thoughts · 4 years ago

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Clingy (Todoroki x Reader)

Pairing: Todoroki x Reader

Anon asked: “Hey! I know you're really busy rn and I couldn't bring myself to ask you directly.. (and you don't have to do this so soon! Only do it if you have spare time. ^^) but can I have a short(or long) todoroki x reader? Uhhh, I was thinking of Shouto asking his s/o for kisses, being needy, clingy and stuff. :3 just some fluff. Saying things like "Just kiss me already."”

Genre: Fluff/spice

Word count: 1,241

Tags: @yuki-osaki @liviitehe @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog @bunnythepipsqueak

a/n: I 👏🏼 have 👏🏼 been 👏🏼 DYING 👏🏼 to 👏🏼 write 👏🏼 this 👏🏼 I've been neglecting my baby for too long, my simp heart was shriveling up. I was originally picturing this because I was lonely, but this turned out more spicy because I’m having cramps and I needed to relieve them 🙃 I might end up redoing this request in a more fluffy light if I have time.

I probably won't be too active until the end of the week because of my finals, I'll finish the rest of my huge pile of requests then! Please wait for my next post patiently, I’ll try to still be active with ask box games and stuff so we can still chat hopefully! Wish me luck and enjoy!

"I don't know what's up with Shouto today, he's acting...different," I admit to Ojirou uneasily. "Do you think there're something up with him?"

"Not really," the boy shrugs. "At least, nothing I know of."

My loving boyfriend suddenly woke up this morning and became more loving than usual. I'm not one to complain since I'm way more of the needy type, but it's strange for the dynamic to be suddenly switched. When he knocked on my door to walk to school this morning, I barely even opened the door the entire way before he grabbed my shoulders and placed a long good morning kiss on my lips. I was shocked to say the least, but he carried on like it was normal, so I didn't ask about it.

On our way to the classroom building, Shouto entwined our hands together before wrapping an arm around my shoulders and occasionally peppering a kiss or two on my face randomly. He didn't even leave my desk while I was talking to my friends until Aizawa came in. Before going back to his own seat, he took my hand again and kissed it, leaving me both warm and confused at the same time.

Oh no, did I forget our anniversary or something?! was my first thought, but after checking my phone calendar, I realized we never really celebrated monthly anniversaries anyway.

All throughout class, I felt his eyes on me from behind. I just couldn't figure out what was so special about today. A few passing thoughts blamed me for being a selfish and stupid partner; I only insist on taking all the love and attention in our relationship, but I don't give anything back or remember the things that matter.

It's only in this moment before lunch and Shouto going to the bathroom that I have to breathe and confide in Ojirou.

"Maybe he just got up on the right side of the bed today, he's just in a really good mood," my tailed friend suggests.

"But he hasn't been smiley, he's just been clingy." I can't stop the heat from reaching my ears as I recall his touch and his lips on my skin. "I'm kind of being spoiled today. I can't say I don't enjoy it, but I wanna know what brought this on."

"I wouldn't worry too much about it," Ojirou waves it off with his adoring smile. "I'm sure only good things could have caused it."

"You're probably right," I agree, letting myself relax though I know I'll address it later. We continue talking about class from today as we walk to the cafeteria, I had to ask him to go over some things from class that I didn't get.

Suddenly, a familiar warm arm secures itself around my waist. Shouto somewhat roughly pulls me into his body. "You didn't wait for me?" he asks low in my ear, just slightly hurt.

The vibrations course through me in waves from head to toe. "I thought you would just meet me there."

His other arm joins the other so he's standing behind me now, practically capturing me. "I wanted to walk together." He traces his nose from the side of my face down to nuzzle my neck. "Let's eat lunch together somewhere else."

"But Midoriya's probably waiting for us-"

"He'll understand." His voices come out with a slight edge as his arms constrict around me tighter.

"Um..." Shouto and my head snap up to face my poor abandoned friend, his face red with secondhand embarrassment like he's intruding on something. He flinches briefly as he catches Shouto's gaze. "I'll leave you guys to talk, and I'll catch Midoriya up. See you, (Y/n)."

"Thanks again for the help, Ojirou," I wave to him as he walks off quickly.

Before I can turn on Shouto, he's already placed a kiss on my tragus to freeze me up, grabbing my hand and practically dragging me down the hallway into our empty classroom. The lights are off and the door echoes when it's slammed shut by my body being pinned to it, heterochromatic eyes boring into me.

"Shouto-"

His warm breath puffing onto my skin stops me. "I wanted to be with you today, alone. I want to be selfish and keep you to myself today, but I feel like you've been rejecting me."

I raise an eyebrow as a cold hand cups my cheek. "I'm not rejecting you, I'm just confused why you're acting like this."

His lips brush just an inch shy of the corner of mine. He's keeping both of us on edge. "Enough talking, just kiss me already."

I can't get a word in before Shouto completely devours me. He doesn't start off slow at all, going straight to high-passion kisses. His chest presses against me against the door, his knee leaning between my legs. I'm swallowed up by his intensity, following along with his movements, clinging onto his back as I'm taken for a ride. The heat between us grows as our lips dance together, his fingers tracing down my sides and I can feel his searing touch through my uniform shirt material.

My head spins as his mouth trails open-mouth kisses down my jaw to the base of my neck. Through the waves of electricity, I try again. "Shouto, what's-" I sigh when he reaches the sensitive spot right at the center of my collarbone, making me grab his hair, "What's gotten into you today?" He continues caressing that spot eliciting another gasp from me before I tug his head back for me to breathe. "T-This isn't like you."

His impassioned gaze nails me before he calms down, taking a breather himself and leaning his forehead on my shoulder. "I...had a dream last night. You left me for someone else because I wasn't paying enough attention to you. I was being too cold. I was scared I'd been neglecting you this whole time and you didn't say anything."

My heart sinks at the hurt in his voice. I encircle him with one of my arms and stroke his head with the one already tangled in his locks. "I wouldn't do that to you. You haven't been neglecting me at all, even before today. I know you have a hard time expressing yourself, but you show it in other ways."

Shouto picks his head back up and plants a soft kiss on my cheek. "I still think I need to give you more affection, love. You deserve all of what I'd give you." His peppers more light kisses up my temple to my forehead.

I chuckle at his gesture. "I guess I can be too needy. You don't have to worry, as long as you satisfy me when I ask for it, I'll be happy."

He travels down the bridge of my nose to peck the very tip. "I apologize for acting childish today, I was being disruptive and I made you worry."

My arms snake around his neck. "It was an unexpected change of pace, and fun considering we ended up in an empty room. I like this side of you."

Shouto lets out a dark chuckle and presses his body into me again. "Are you asking for this to become a habit, baby?"

"Mmm, not a habit, but every once in a while would be a nice surprise."

He captures my lips with a last lingering kiss. "Be prepared for me to ravage you someday then."

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thinkingimmensely · 4 years ago

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Like An Open Book XI

Part 1 | Part 10

A/N: Hi! How’s everyone been doing? I think this chapter’s kind of long, not sure if it’s longer than the last one though. Also, I’ve been working on a James Potter x Reader oneshot that’s already over 4k words HAHAHA, I’m nearly done with it (I think), so that’s one thing to look forward to~! uwu

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He couldn’t meet your eyes. James Potter had been avoiding you and you were devastated. You were proud of yourself at how well you hid your inner turmoil since no one said anything, until Remus and you were sitting alone outside in the lawn that is.

You sat beneath a tree, shielding yourself from the afternoon sun. The others were busy in a competition on who could throw the gnomes the farthest. Though however tempting it was to join in, you settled for relaxing since you didn’t want to soil James’ good mood. Remus, wanting to get some reading done, opted to join you.

“I’m going home tomorrow.” You told him.

Remus looked at you in surprise, as if you just dropped a bomb. “What?” He closed his book and set it aside, “Why? We’re supposed to spend two weeks here. We have a week left.”

You pulled your legs up to your chest and hugged yourself, “I just... I think I’ve overstayed my welcome.” You shrugged; you tried to act nonchalant about it but you knew he could very well see your anxiety behind your orbs.

Remus furrowed his brows, “Why would you ever think that? Y/N, everyone wants you to be here.”

You shook your head, “I don’t think James does.” You mumbled, you didn’t want to but tears still prickled at the edges of your orbs. Remus heard you all the same. “He knows, Rem. He knows and now he can’t even look at me.” Going home to the family who all but ignored you was better than being rejected by the person who used to welcome you with open arms. “It’s been two days and he all but flees whenever I enter the same room as him. He can’t stand it, and I won’t force him to.”

“I’ll go talk to him.” Remus was about to stand up but you grabbed his arm and held him down.

“It’s okay.” You told him, giving off a sad smile. Remus looked conflicted but settled down nonetheless. He held your hand fondly and gave it a squeeze in reassurance, which you were grateful for. He let out a deep sigh and opened his book again.

You set down your quill as you folded the piece of parchment and packed it inside an envelope. You sealed it with melted wax and a stamp and handed it to the white barn-owl that perched itself on your windowsill. It was a reply to the Dumbledore’s letter to you; you had written to him immediately after returning to the Potter’s residence two days ago, your hands clammy with nerves, and your ears ringing from everything. You opened his reply once again.

Dear Miss Y/L/N,

It is a surprise to hear of your connection to the recent incident, and I must commend how you and the others fought off the Death Eaters and helped the Aurors, though extremely reckless it was. I believe Voldemort already knows of your identity and would be ever pursuant of his current interest in you. He will try to get you to join him again, and you must stay vigilant. He will not do anything as long as you remain a student of Hogwarts, but I believe it best to relocate your family soon, in case he catches winds about your residence. If you decide to do so, I will, of course, send help.

Take care,

Albus Dumbledore

You rubbed your forehead as you read the letter again, chastising yourself for being so stupid. Dumbledore was right, Voldemort had enough connections to easily know who you were, and you not only put yourself in danger, but now so is your family. They had to move, and you had to leave them to keep them safe. He won’t be able to do anything as long as you still went to Hogwarts, the notion was comforting yet ominous, because what would happen the moment you graduated?

The ministry was abuzz since ten muggles were murdered that night, and more people severely injured. The Muggle Prime Minister struggled to make believable alibis and he couldn’t give out an adequate one was it not for the help of the Minister of Magic. You tapped your fingers on the mahogany desk. You wondered if Severus was able to escape unscathed, but you shook your head at the thought; of course, he would go unscathed, he knew about the attack beforehand after all. You bit your lower lip; he had tried to protect you- you know that now. You may still be able to sway him away from the dark path he seemed all too eager to walk on.

You packed what little you had and zipped your bag close. Now all that was left was to tell the others during dinner. You decided that saying that your mum wanted you home immediately because she heard what had happened at the concert and was concerned for your safety was a good enough excuse.

A knock came from your door and before you could even walk towards it, it creaked open and James came in. He glanced at your packed bag on the bed and turned to look at you, his eyes wide in shock. He took two long strides towards you and pulled you into a hug. “I’m sorry.” His voice shook as he buried his face on the crook of your neck. His breath tickled but you were utterly confused to be focused on that right now.

“I’m sorry.” He repeated. “I’ve been so stupid, and you didn’t deserve the way I avoided you. I don’t want you to leave, if I had my way, I’d want you to never leave.” He pulled away but still held you by the shoulders. His hazel eyes searched yours for something you didn’t know. “You see- what I’m trying to say is... is that I don’t care if you’re a Legilimens. I don’t care if you know every little thing about me, if you can read my mind this very instant, I don’t care. I will never turn my back on you again, never. I hold you too dearly.” You just noticed how his hands were shaking, you took them from your shoulders and held them.

“James, I-” You were about to say but someone cleared their throat by the doorway which made you all but drop his hands and your gaze immediately.

“Uh- s-sorry to bother, b-but your mum wants to know what you want to have for di-dinner, Prongs.” Peter stammered. Sirius snickered from behind him while Remus tried to hold in his laughter as well.

You flushed a deep shade of red as you turned away from them, hands on your warming cheeks. “Out! All of you!” James had snapped, and the boys went running away in snickers. You turned back to him and found him pretty much in the same state as you were in, flushed cheeks and all that.

He cleared his throat, “So um, please don’t go home... yet...” He added the last word like an afterthought, as if realizing that, yes, you still have a family who might be wondering where you were if you wouldn’t return. You nodded and he grinned at you. “I’ll, um... see you at dinner then?”

“Uh-huh.” You sheepishly replied and he bit his lower lip then turned to go out, leaving the door open.

“So Y/N, will you tell me what every girl at Hogwarts thinks about me next time?” Sirius grinned as all of you laid on top of the roof, watching the stars. It was a clear night, perfect for star gazing, and you took the opportunity to do so.

You let out a dry laugh, “Of course not, Siri. What fun would that be for your conquests?” Sirius and Peter had learned of your ‘gift’ when they were busy eavesdropping earlier, and like Remus had done so long ago, the rest of the Marauders had sworn themselves to secrecy regarding your ability.

Sirius chuckled, twirling his wand between his fingers, “Point taken.”

You stared at the twinkling stars that shone millions of miles away and listened to the voices of your friends. You wished time would stop in this moment. You wished all of you would stay like this forever... young and free; unbothered by the looming war that plagued your lives.

You sat up as reality started sinking in. The screams of people dying too haunting to be forgotten, and the pale face of the Auror who only tried to protect you. You never even knew his name. You felt a warm jacket wrap around you, and you turned to see James beside you, a soft smile on his face.

“Thank you.” You murmured. The others continued on their conversation while James adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

“I remember it too.” He told you as he ruffled his hair. You cast him a questioning gaze, prompting him to elaborate; “The concert, I mean. Sometimes I still hear the screams and see the flashes of green when I close my eyes.”

You held his hand and gave it a small squeeze which made him smile. “I reckon the five of us will carry this memory for the rest of our lives.” You pointed out sadly.

He nodded, “True. But I feel a little better knowing that you guys will be with me through it.” He told you and you could feel your heart move by the sincerity of his words that tears prickled at the corner of your eyes.

You wouldn’t be dealing with all these emotions alone, not anymore, and that very notion comforted you greatly. You scooted closer to James and leaned your head on his shoulder, and he instantly wrapped an arm around you. You sighed in content, because at this very moment, all was well. “That reminds me,” You started, “You never told me why you were avoiding me so adamantly.” You turned to look up at him, backtracking when he was already looking at you, your faces inches away from each other. You recoiled and he dropped his hand from your shoulder, a deep red penetrating his features.

He cleared his throat, “I’ll tell you someday. Promise you won’t search for the answer yourself?” Tapping his head with his index finger.

You laughed, “I’ll try.”

The rest of the summer had passed by rather uneventfully as you returned home a couple days later. You had set up some enchantments on your home the moment you arrived with the help of Professor Flitwick, who arrived a few moments after you. He thought you the charms and reinforced them for better durability.

Your mother had invited him for tea, but he politely refused, saying that he must visit other households and left in a hurry. Your family, except your youngest sister, looked at him rather curiously and you were glad they didn’t voice out their apparent discomfort. They had also watched you and your professor in awe from the living room window as you casted the spells.

Now you sat on a chair by the dinner table as your mother rubbed her temples and your step-father tried to take in everything you just said; you had explained to them why there was a need to enchant your home.

“So... you’re saying that... that a lunatic is out there causing havoc?” You step-father asked hesitantly.

“Well he’s not just any lunatic, he’s public enemy number one in our world.” You pointed out. “And he’s not just causing any havoc, he’s killing people. Muggles, non-wizard people.” You elaborated once more, “You guys are the very kind of people he’ll be after, and I’m only telling you all these because I want you guys to be safe.” The tea had long gone cold and a tense silence hung in the air. Your two siblings were sent to bed early for you guys to have this conversation, but you weren’t surprised to hear your stepsister eavesdropping at the top of the stairs.

"Y/N, are you sure we’re safe here?” Your mother questioned, gathering her thoughts together. She, at least, understood the gravity of the situation. You knew she liked to read the Daily Prophet when you were done with it, and you were aware she didn’t skip the latest news about the Dark Wizard.

You frowned, letting out a deep sigh, “He wants me to join his cause.” You admitted, and the color of your mother’s face drained. You took her outstretched hand and gave it a squeeze, a gesture that brought tears to her eyes, it had been years since you initiated any sort of physical contact with her. “I won’t join him; I assure you that.” You swore. “Dumbledore is certain he won’t come looking for me until I graduate. By then I’ll be out of this house and the lot of you will be moving somewhere far from here.”

Realization dawned on their faces, “You’re leaving? Why? Wouldn’t it be safer if you went with us?”

You shook your head, choosing not to answer.

I have gathered a group of people who are willing to oppose the Dark Lord himself and thwart his plans, Miss Y/L/N, and I am formally extending an invitation for you to be part of that said group. It will be dangerous and it will require courage, you will not only be part of the heart of the war, your life will be on the line and your skills will no doubt be put to the test time and time again. But this will all be for the greater good, so I prompt you to at least consider it.

“Y/N?”

Your thoughts broken, you looked at the both of them who shared a look of concern at your lack of reply. “It’ll be better this way. This will all be for the greater good.”

You left the dinner table at that, and sought solace in your bedroom, glad that your step-sister had retreated to her own room just as you finished your conversation. You locked your door and got your potions textbook and cauldron out of your trunk. You searched the table of contents and smirked bitterly as you found the page you were looking for:

Chapter 16: Memory Potion . . . . . . . . . . . . 394

“Y/N!” Lily yelled as she run to you and wrapped her arms around you, “I missed you!” The two of you reunited at King’s Cross Station, the Hogwarts Express right in front of you, smoke bellowing, getting ready for the journey to Hogwarts. Chatter rang out the entire station as friends reunited after without seeing each other for the entire summer.

You chortled and returned the hug, “It’s so good to see you again Lily.”

“What, no hug for me?”

The two of you broke the hug to look at the messy-haired boy smirk at the both of you. Lily rolled her emerald orbs heavenward, “Sod off, Potter.”

James chuckled at her, “Feisty as ever I see.” He then turned to you and smiled, “Y/N.”

You nodded at him, “James.” It has been three weeks since you last saw him and it feels like it’s been forever.

Lily eyed the both of you, her eyes wide as if formulating something. She instantly grabbed you and pulled you away as Sirius called out to the three of you, much to the confusion of the boys. “Did something happen between the both of you?” She interrogated.

You furrowed your brows, “What?”

She giggled excitedly, “You and James I mean!” She whispered-yelled. “Is there something going on that I should know about?!”

“Um, I don’t think so?” You denied, because really, there wasn’t, wasn’t there?

She pulled you further away, “I saw the way you two looked at each other! If there’s something going on between the both of you, I’m all in for it!”

“Lily didn’t you call him an arrogant toerag before?” You raised a brow at her.

“Oh please, that was before we all got to become friends!” She turned to look at the boys, Remus and Peter had already arrived and the four of them were talking animatedly with each other as if they haven’t seen each other for years. “I’m just saying, I think the both of you make a fine pair now that I see you guys again. It’s like a spell had been cast during summer break that changed everyone’s demeanor.”

Ah that was right, Lily didn’t know what happened yet. You had avoided writing to her about what happened since you didn’t want to worry her, and also you didn’t want to relive the memories. Your expression may have changed since Lily went from excited to concerned in an instant, “What is it? What’s wrong?” She questioned.

“I need to tell you something...” You trailed off but before you could go into your story-telling, the train chimed out. It was time to go.

The boys headed your way, “Ladies,” James uttered and grabbed your trunk from your hands. You tried to get it back from him but it was futile, which only made Lily cast you another knowing smirk. You frowned at her in reply.

“We have to go to the Prefects compartment.” Lily informed you as she and Remus stopped midway.

“Oh, right. Sure.” You nodded, “I’ll talk to you later then?”

The redhead smiled at you, “Of course.” They then walked off towards the other end of the train while you, Peter, Sirius, and James easily found an empty compartment and went inside. You stood by the doorway while the boys placed the trunks up, and entered when they were done.

James took his seat beside you while Sirius and Peter sat on the opposite side. The train took off a few minutes later, and you leaned your head on the window glass, looking at the vast terrain. The boys chatted on, paying no heed to your lack of input to their conversation.

The cart lady soon did her rounds around the train, and James and Peter got up to buy some sweets. Sirius nudged you with his foot and you shot him a look, “What?”

He chuckled, “Nothing. It’s just- you're real quiet today. Is everything all right?”

“Of course. I... I just have a lot on my mind right now.” You confessed.

Sirius gave you a sad smile. “Well, don’t get consumed by those thoughts. We’re here for you aright?” He pulled the sleeves of his sweater.

“Sirius?”

“Hm?”

You folded your hands together in your laps, glancing outside where the others were still busy picking the sweets they want. “We both know you’re more troubled than I am. Do you want to talk about it?”

Sirius stopped pulling his sleeves instantly, “I almost forgot you’re a Legilimens.” He chortled lowly, but it held no actual mirth. “I was disowned, kicked out of the house- with all that burning of my picture in the family tree.” He shook his head as if he found it absolutely ridiculous, “I think Bella told them about our little encounter during the concert incident and that flipped them how I could stand against the Dark Lord himself and their cause. So now I live with James apparently. It’s fine though, if anything, I’m glad to be rid of all that pureblood supremacy nonsense.”

You frowned deeply; his pureblood fanatic family was not foreign to you. You knew, since before, that Sirius suffered immensely in his household, and it made your family life all the much better. “You’re worried about your brother?” You surmised.

He nodded slowly, “They’re poisoning his mind, they are. He’s my little brother and I couldn’t even protect him. I can’t stop him from walking down that path...”

Your heart ached from the familiarity, you leaned back on your seat, “Well... all we can do is not give up now.” You told him, and he understood. He understood that the both of you were in a similar boat, and that made him smile genuinely and nod. You were thankful about the fact that he didn’t even comment about how he knew you were talking about Severus. You knew they weren’t on the best terms but you were worried he might convince you to forget about that snake. That he wasn’t worth it.

James and Peter came back with their hands full with sweet treats and they set it down on the cushions. “Take anything you want.” James told you and you looked through the candies and chocolates. You took a cauldron cake, thanking him.

Halfway before arriving to Hogwarts, you all started to change into your robes. You had to leave the compartment to change at the comfort room all the way down the train hallway while the boys had no trouble pulling their sweaters over their heads.

“Wouldn’t mind if you changed here, Y/N.” Sirius wiggled his brows at you but yelped when James threw his robes at him.

“Hi, Y/N.” A girl with ginger hair and warm brown eyes greeted you as you waited in line for your turn to change in the bathroom. “I’m Marlene McKinnon; we share the same dorm?” She introduced herself when you just stared at her.

You shook your head, “Oh sorry, I know who you are, I’m just a little surprised is all. We’ve never really talked before.” She was nervous, she didn’t think she would ever get to talk to you as well.

She chuckled lightly, “We haven’t, haven’t we? I’m sorry about that; but I hope to rectify that, Lily’s friend is our friend of course.” She gestured to the person inside the room who just came out.

“Oh, hi Y/N.” Mary Macdonald greeted, already in her robes, a kind smile on her face.

“You can change first Y/N.” Marlene told you; you thanked her, not wanting to make it awkward.

You closed the door behind you and discarded your sweater. You could faintly hear Marlene and Mary chatting in the other side of the door, it was a good thing they weren’t talking about you. Was it going to be like this from now on? You wondered. Were your housemates going to make pleasant conversation with you just because you were friends with Lily and the Marauders? Somehow the thought of not being ostracized by your own house anymore wasn’t so bad.

You came out after changing and Marlene went in afterwards. You smiled at Mary, in which she returned the gesture and you made your way back to your compartment. You passed by a group of snickering students, and when you turned to glance, you frowned deeply as you took note of their green robes. It was Mulciber and his little gang; their compartment door was slightly open and they passed around the daily prophet. You squinted in disgust and continued on, missing the way Severus looked as you walked away from inside the compartment.

You dragged the door open and found your three friends tossing Fizzing Whizbees at each other and catching it with their mouths. “Does anyone have a copy of today’s Daily Prophet?” You questioned, interrupting their game as you took your seat beside James.

“I might have one.” Peter replied, swallowing the candy, and got up the seats to reach for his trunk.

“Did something happen?” James looked at you in question.

“I don’t know yet.” You answered. Peter fished out the newspaper from his trunk and threw it to you, which you expertly caught. You immediately skimmed through the headlines while the blonde boy closed his trunk and flopped down on his seat.

Sirius and James huddled closer towards you to check the newspaper, and you arrived at the latest news about the Dark Lord. It said that there were three more attacks, all in different locations throughout the country. Your face paled at the list of casualties, the war wasn’t just starting, it was at its height already, you realized.

The atmosphere in the compartment turned grim. Sirius took the newspaper from your hands and crumpled it up and threw it outside the window. “It’s nothing new. People die every day.” He shrugged then took a packet of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans and ripped it open. “Here, Peter, I dare you to eat this.” He handed the boy an earth-colored bean.

You sighed, all of you coped in a different way, you concluded. Though not particularly healthy, denial was one way to go about it. But you weren’t one to talk since the way you stressed about it all the time couldn’t be considered healthy as well.

You felt eyes on you and you turned to see James looking at you. You cocked your head to your side in question and there was a waver in his gaze. He felt hurt; he wanted to know what you were thinking about and it pained him to see you build walls around yourself once more. You turned away from him, guilt creeping onto your conscience.

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Yellow - Drake x Riley (TRR Fandom) NSFW, 18+

Day 3 of @choicesjunechallenge2021 - Yellow

Fandom: TRR

Pairing: Drake Walker and Riley Brooks

Summary: Riley loses a bet to her friend, Olivia. Though Riley thinks it’s a loss, it turns out a win in the end.

WARNINGS: SUPER NSFW, smutty smut smut, 18+ only please!!!!

Riley tapped her pen against the table as she waited for her almost-always late husband to arrive to the Royal Council meeting. Olivia looked over at Riley, giving her devilish grin. “You know I’m right, Riley.”

Riley had left Valtoria earlier that morning due to other errands and meetings to take care of throughout the capital. Drake was promised that he wouldn’t have to tag along since he worked late last night, but not to be late to their weekly meeting with Liam and the other members.

“Let’s make a deal - he’s on time, and you get to torture me however you want. He’s not, then I get the pleasure.” Olivia said, crossing her legs under her red skirt. “It’s a deal.” Riley stuck out her freshly manicures hand and met Olivia’s with a quick shake. Though things had started off nasty between them, they had became quite the dynamic duo. Olivia would almost, just almost, go about calling them the best of friends.

As the clock ticked closer to one, Riley found herself rolling her eyes. She knew good and well Olivia was about to win this one over her. Once the clock strikes one, Olivia let out a small “booyah!” before Liam walked in. 1:05pm, 4 minutes after Liam had began the meeting, Drake walked through the door and took a seat next to his wife. Riley glanced over to him, giving him a look. Though Drake had a way with his looks, Riley wasn’t letting him off the chain.

Once the meeting was over, Riley turned to Drake. “Ehem?” “I know, babe, I left just a couple of minutes too late. It won’t happen again.” Drake said with a pleading face. “Doubt that, brother. I can always depend on you being late.” Liam walked over to his best friend, grasping his hand and pulling him into a hug. “But I’m here!” Drake argued. “Very true, I can’t say that you haven’t been.”

As the conversations continue, Olivia hinted that it was time for punishment. “I’m going to hang out with Livvie.” Riley stood to her tippytoes to kiss Drake before they headed off. “So what’s my punishment?” “Oh you’ll see.”

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The lavished boutique downtown was fully furnished and ready to be scavenged through by Olivia. Security standing firmly outside, Olivia took her time while Riley sat in the corner. “I thought this was supposed to be punishment.” Riley said, observing the fine lingerie that was lined up and down the walls and racks. “It’s going to be, Riley.” Riley sat questioningly as she continued to slam each article against one another.

Moments later, a gasp escaped Olivia’s lips with an evil laugh. “This is the one.” Olivia pulled out probably the most hideous piece of lingerie she’d ever seen. Riley could only agree as the disgust rode up her face with no filter. “What the hell is that?” Riley asked. “Your new sex piece.”

Riley observed the bright yellow body suit. It was lacy and completely see through. Though Riley could only attempt to imagine how cute it would’ve been if it weren’t for some of the designs, the plastered cheap looking flowers made out of tethered material was plastered all over in different colors. Dark blue, hot pink, even lime green. “Are you kidding me?” Riley asked.

Before Olivia answered, she was making her way to the counter. “Nope, and you best believe i’m asking Drake Walker if you used it.” Riley jokingly gagged as she handed the paid for piece to her. “Is it really a punishment, Riley? Drake probably won’t even notice.”

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Riley laid in bed, her silk white robe tied securely around her and the piece that Olivia had picked out. Her once pinned up hair was now down in loose messy waves, glasses pushed up to her face as she read the book that had been laying on her bedside table.

She heard the bedroom door creak open, revealing a very tired husband. Drake’s tie was loosely hanging from his neck, shirt untucked, belt undone. “Long day?” “Unbelievably.”

Drake flopped down on the bed next to Riley with his eyes shut but lips puckered. Riley giggled as she laid the book down and leaned over the kiss him. “I never thought the meetings would end, I’m too tired to even undress myself right now.”

“Let me help you, baby.” Riley straddled her husband as he placed his hands securely on her hips, then moved up and down her thighs. “You don’t have to, love, but I’m definitely not opposed to you sitting on me like this.” Drake grinned with his eyes still shut.

Riley started with untying the rest loose knot on his tie and tossing it to the side before slowly unbuttoning his white dress shirt. Revealing a white tank top, Riley urged him to sit up so that she could briskly take it off. As she pulled the tank top over his body, she couldn’t help but to admire her husband, just as she always did. His toned chest was rising slowly as he laid back. His tanned biceps flexed as he continued to rub up and down her thighs.

Riley took her hands, lightly scratching down his chest causing goosebumps to appear on his arms. Her hands made it down to his pants, where the belt was already undone. Unbuttoning and unzipping slowly, Riley grazed over the thin fabric that covered his rising length. Riley grinned at the fact that she had so much control over these moments.

Drake assisted with kicking his pants off to the side as Riley moved next to his legs and softly massaged each thigh. “Mm, that feels good.”

Drake watched as Riley threw her thick hair back behind her shoulder. Moving back up, her tongue connected with his chest, licking down his torso, right to the waistband of her underwear.

Riley rugged softly on his underwear, bringing them down to show an already growing length. “I love that I do this to you.” Riley traced her finger around Drake’s stomach until she finally curled her fingers around his cock. Drake’s breath hitched quickly as he shuddered under her touch.

Riley’s tongue started at the base all the way to the tip before wrapping her mouth around his dick, slowly bobbing up and down. “Fuck, baby.” Drake whispered in a breathless tone.

As Riley grazed her nails over his thighs, Drake pushed her head up. “Baby, I want to finish somewhere else.” Riley grinned before standing up. “Let me see what’s underneath that robe.”

Riley almost busted out laughing when she slowly untied the front of her silk robe. Drake watched anxiously, propped up on his elbows with his lip in between his teeth. As the robe fell in a pool below her, Drake’s eyes went from wide open to squinting with question. “Yellow?” Laughter erupted from Riley. “And all of these pretty colorful flowers? Don’t you love it, Mr. Walker?” Drake shook his head and laughed. “You can say no, I lost a bet thanks to you and now I’m being forced to wear this by Olivia.”

Drake stood up, head still shaking before he grabbed Riley’s hips, pulling her roughly into his body. His hands caressed every curve, every inch of her skin that he was able to, before leaning down to her ear. “It doesn’t matter, because I’m going to tear this fucking thing off anyway.”

Before Riley could respond, Drake was briskly taking off the undesirable lingerie. “You could be wearing a paper bag and you would still have me begging for you, worshipping you.” His stubbled chin grazed Riley ear, causing goosebumps to appear.

Next thing Riley knew, she was being backed into the bed, until it hit the back of her knees, causing her to fall back. “What does my baby want?” Drake said, slowly bringing his fingertips to her wet core before sliding one in. Riley audibly gasped, arching up into his touch. “You, Drake.” With a devilish grin, he licked his fingers before placing himself at her center, slowly entering. Riley let out a deep sigh as he entered, she held onto him as she stretched around his thickness.

Drake took his chance to place his arm behind Riley as he slammed into her. In sync, their bodies moved fiercely together, nothing but the sound of skin hitting each other and the moans coming from each of them, as if they were speaking their own language. “I’m about to come undone.” Drake grunted. “I want you to cum for me.” Riley demanded, scratching his back, begging for me.

The final strokes became sloppy as Drake emptied himself into his wife. His moan filled the room as Riley tightened around him with her own undoing. Drake kept his eyes closed for a moment before rolling off of Riley, laying next to her. Drake pulled Riley against his sweaty body, breathing heavily. Neither said a word for moments as they both pulled themselves together. “You know, I don’t mind the yellow if I get to rip it off of you that fast again.”

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