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itwasthereaminuteago · 7 months ago

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|| Sweatpants (Frank's version) ||

Frank Castle x female reader

Tags/warnings: this is just an exploration in thirst (and smut) similar to the blurb I wrote for Matt, about slutty grey sweatpants. I want to lick him.

A very sweaty man, oral sex (m and f), come eating. E. Also, PLEASE, PLEASE reblog if you enjoyed, likes are nice, comments even better! There is NO algorithm on Tumblr, reblogs are how things are found on your dash! Thank you so much 💕

This isn't fair.

Yeah, it's hot, but it still isn't fair.

You'd long abandoned any notion of working out while you were at Fogwell’s tonight, Frank unknowingly saw to that. Your kettlebells lay off to the side, long forgotten. Your initial warm up would never have gotten you as heated inside as you are now, seeing what you're seeing.

Those goddamn grey sweats he's wearing are barely hanging on to his hips. You're sure they're actually screaming out to you for help.

Take us off, they seem to be whispering. You're honestly surprised they haven't yet fallen down of their own accord with the way he's been swiping hard at the punchbag for the last half-hour.

He performs the same routine over and over, several powerful jabs, hooks and uppercuts and then he'll back off, doing a little lap of the ring to reset himself. And every time you get a glorious view of his bare upper body, the way the sweat glows on his taut pectoral muscles, the way his abs flex as he moves, the gorgeous curve of his stomach, framed by the defined V lines leading your gaze all the way down from his swaggering hips as he strides past you.

Good God. His ass looks amazing too.

When he bounces back and forth on the balls of his feet you can't help notice something else bouncing up against the slack fabric of those fucking ridiculous sweats of his…

Your mouth is practically hanging wide open now. You blindly reach for the bottle of water next to you to quench your thirst, knocking it over and spilling some in the process.

It's just not fair.

He must know. He must. He's gotta know what all this is doing to you, how can he not?!

Your eyes lock onto an innocent bead of sweat, following as it slowly trails its merry way down his heaving body to the sweatband of his pants, soaking into the soft fabric where you know it'll leave that musky scent you just want nothing more than to bury your nose in.

You bite down so hard on your bottom lip you're beginning to wear a divot into it.

It's insane. They're slung so criminally low on his hips that you can almost see where his happy trail is leading, the dark fuzz drawing your eyes down again toward-

“You alright?”

That gruff, grizzled voice of his knocks you out of your reverie. Are you?

You resemble a doped up kitty that's just returned from the vet, your eyes wide, dark, and spaced out as he's suddenly very close to you right in front of your face. He's pulling off his hand wraps and leaning across to grab some water from the bag that's lying open on the bench next to you.

He smells so good.

You can feel the heat from his worked muscles radiating off him, can almost taste the fresh sweat off him, absently licking your lips again as you watch him run a hand up over his damp forehead and through his hair.

“Y-yeah?” When you eventually reply he cracks a smile that definitely ruins your panties, as if they weren't ruined already.

“Okay. M'gonna hit the shower.”

Oh no.

No no no, you can't have that.

“W-wait!” You stutter out, and you're on your feet, somehow the keys to the gym that Matt had left with you are grasped in your hand, and in a blur you're locking the door, pulling down all the blinds and you've got your fingers splayed over his chest trying to push Frank down onto the mat on the floor.

“Whoa, okay mama. It's like that is it?” Frank huffs out a chuckle but he goes exactly where you want him to, still catching his breath as you straddle his hips.

“...you're evil,” you murmur, tracing your fingertips over and around his nipples and watching how the muscles under your nails twitch as you draw them down to your target.

Frank looks up at you with that confused puppy expression with his brows almost crashing into each other that always melts your heart, but this time it's just making you even more determined.

“Evil huh? Shit. What have I done now?”

“Driving me crazy…”

“C'mon sweetheart, you gotta give me a clue or somethin’.”

You pull teasingly at the damp elastic waistband of his pants, “These.” you muse, letting it snap back against his skin then lowering yourself to lick slowly along the deep groove at his hip. Your eyes shut as you finally get the sweaty, musky taste of your man on your tongue. A soft grunt leaves him as he cranes his neck to watch, his dick already showing interest too as your mouth makes it way lower. He reaches down, his hand just resting on your shoulder, fingers tapping lightly to get your attention.

“H-hey darlin’, not that I don't appreciate it but… we doin’ this? Here? Now?” Frank asks with a very slight nervousness. It's freaking adorable.

You look up at him through your eyelashes knowing he'll fold soon enough. “Yeah we're doing this here and now, Frankie. I already told you - you're driving me crazy, and you were distracting me so much that I still need to workout.”

He smirks and you can see him start to get more comfortable with the idea of some naked shenanigans with you in Matt's gym.

“All because of these pants?” He asks.

“All because of those pants,” You reply, curling your fingertips around the waistband of them again. “along with the way you look like a giant snack in them.”

Frank scoffs, but lays his head back down and lifts his hips up as you tug at the ‘problematic’ pants to pull them down. Predictably, as discerned from your earlier observations, and much to your delight, he's gone commando today. You hum as his fully erect cock is freed, slapping against his stomach with a delicious smack.

“Fuck, Frank…’ you say, taking in the rare sight of him laying almost prone for you.

What to do…

“Hey princess, you're the boss.” He says perceptively, waiting so patiently for your lust-addled brain to decide whether you want to stuff your mouth or pussy with him.

It's a much easier decision than you thought, relishing in the familiar, quiet curses Frank is making as you start to work your way back up his thick, muscular legs, placing kisses wherever you want. When you reach his groin, you nose at the thatch of hair around the base of his cock, idly stroking and gently cupping his balls.

“Mm, I'm the boss.” You repeat back at him, smile sweetly as he grins at you.

“Yeah, that's right, oh shit-”

He makes a choked sound in the back of his throat and his cock twitches as you move your lips to the base, your tongue sneaking out to kitten lick his ball sac, gradually moving upwards, starting to trace along the thick vein that runs the salty length of his perfect dick.

You listen and are rewarded with the soft, low moan that comes from his throat when you keep going, the flat of your warm, wet tongue lapping underneath the head. He throbs again, a drop of precum beading and ready to leak from his slit.

“You're so good for me, Frankie.”

He's got those deep brown eyes trained hard on you, licking his lips, his chest rising with the deeper breaths he's drawing. They only increase as you wrap your fingers to grip around the base of him and then swipe and swirl your tongue to taste him. He moans, biting down his lip as you take him into your mouth, sealing your lips around his girth. Having him, the man the rest of the world only knows as the Punisher, his pleasure at your mercy, is maybe the most powerful feeling in the world. Or maybe that's when you have your own thighs wrapped around his head. It's a tricky one to answer.

“Fuuuck, sweetheart…” Frank hisses out, his hands self-restrained by his sides, “Mm, jesus christ!”

You hum around him as you pull your lips back to his tip before taking him as deep into your throat as you can manage, your hand working the rest of him. You repeat the motion, spit dripping down to his length and over your fingers helping your squeeze and twist, feeling the way he's almost shaking beneath you.

“God damn you're so good, so damn good to me baby.”

Your free hand switches between reaching up to dig your nails into the meat of his pectoral muscle and sliding down between his legs to gently tug and tease his balls. He groans loudly, you'd made a point in the past of making it known to him just how much hearing the sounds of his pleasure turns you on, and he had gradually rewarded you with more and more feedback.

You're almost entirely focused on him but now you can no longer ignore the incessant ache at your core. You're slick from almost an hour of getting yourself worked up at the sight of Frank boxing, still sucking and licking the length of his cock as you slip your hand into your leggings and under the soft fabric of your underwear. You moan around him as the pads of your fingertips slide over your clit, aware that Frank is propping himself up on his elbows to watch you.

“You want my mouth, mama? C'mon an get up here. Sit right here baby, let me take care of you.”

You release him temporarily to shuck off the clothes from your bottom half because you cannot refuse an offer like that.

He curls his arms around your bare thighs as soon as you straddle him facing towards his feet, pulling you straight down onto his hungry mouth without delay. You grind down to meet him as he laps at your glistening cunt, a wavering moan leaving your lips as you reach again for his rock hard, weeping red cock. You stretch your tongue out to lick and suck what you can, jerking him off as he devours your pussy like it's his last ever meal.

This was supposed to be all about him but as usual he's managed to flip the script and somehow make it all about you. You're hardly complaining, no. In fact you're riding Frank's face hard as his encouraging moans vibrate right through your core. He loves going down on you, could even say he lives for it, inviting you to sit right on his face almost every time you're intimate with each other.

Now that he's not snug in your throat he bends his knees and starts to thrust his hips up against the direction of your firm strokes, driven by the way you're grinding and rocking your own more quickly, completely covering his mouth and chin with a sheen of your arousal. You concentrate the tight circle of your forefinger and thumb just under the fat, wet head of his cock, twisting and squeezing up and over because you know that's what gets him panting and praising you. More salty pre trickles out and you eagerly lap it up.

You yelp as Frank thrusts his tongue as deep as he can inside you, fucking you with it before he nudges forward again, slurping and sucking at your puffy clit. The tightness and tension of your impending release is gathering pace as you hear how feral Frank sounds between your legs. You can barely keep a rhythm with either hips or hands but it doesn't seem to matter as you can tell he's as close as you are. You're half worried you'll smother him with the ferocity and strength with which he's holding you so close to him, as if he needs you to breathe.

Suddenly, the tension snaps, hard. His tongue making you cry out, your legs shaking underneath your wildly undulating hips as you climax, calling out his name repeatedly like a prayer, the sound reverberating around the gym. Your hand is barely moving on his cock but it's you quivering and moaning in ecstasy right on his face that sets him off. He's tapping his fingers against your hips in warning, as very quickly afterwards his own hips jerk up and with a muffled groan against your pulsing pussy, his cock spurts its creamy load. You catch some on your waiting tongue, the rest dribbling warmly on your fingers and down onto his tensing stomach and abs.

After a brief moment getting your bearings and breath back, you're both humming, satisfied, and softly laughing with each other. He supports you as you gingerly lift your leg over his head and turn yourself around to face him. He's licking his lips, the biggest smile on his gorgeously wrecked face, his eyes half-lidded as he pulls you down to him for a languid kiss, tasting each other on you as your tongues slide over one another. At the same time you're trying to find somewhere to place your come-covered hand so it doesn't go everywhere and you don't lose your balance.

“Mmm, okay you can't tell me that wasn't fun.” You say, and then your lips turn down as you remember something vital.

“Shit.”

Frank looks up at you, his expression one of concern. “What's wrong?”

“Urgh, Matt will know. He'll know even if we clean the mats and everything!” You groan again, wiping off your messy fingers on Frank's discarded sweatpants. “He won't let this go, we probably won't be allowed back in the gym!”

Frank just shrugs, a damn sight more relaxed now as he cleans himself off with them too.

“I'm pretty sure Murdock's done way worse in here. He aint that pure."

His lips curl into a grin. "Anyway, don't know ‘bout you, but I'll be puttin’ the blame on these pants. More trouble than they're worth, ain't that right, sweetheart?”

#frank castle x female reader #frank castle in sweatpants #smut

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jiminiecrickets · 1 year ago

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LOVE’S LITTLE DAGGER. KTH / M!READER

summary. taehyung hates your guts, so you rearrange his. maybe he likes it more than he should.

wc. 3.6k

tags. smut | (eventually) sub bottom!tae, dom top!reader, playboy!tae, unprotected sex, brat taming (?), overstimulation (implied), teasing, handjobs, choking, shotgunning (position, i think?), they’re both very verbal and annoying, use of “puppy” and a couple mentions of “whore” (tae receiving) so maybe a bit of degradation

[ part two ] [ requested + 2 ]

a boy with fire engine-red hair slams into your chest with both hands. your books and notes scatter to the floor, pens skidding across the empty hallway, and you barely avoid knocking your head against the wall.

"oops," he says innocently, those infamous smoky dark eyes fluttering down at you. "you should watch your step."

frustration bubbles like lava beneath your skin. just as he steps away, your hand darts out and hooks in the ripped knee of his blue jeans.

the snapping tear of cloth brings a satisfied smile to your face. he whips around, alarm flashing across his features, and he yanks his leg away to check his pants.

"juhyun's waiting for you in our hall," you inform him smugly, shuffling your papers into a messy stack and stuffing them into your messenger bag. you chase your pens, too used to his jabs to give him much more of a reaction. you glance up. "and her brother. she says you did some unspeakable things to the both of them, and they'd like a word with you. judging by the look on their faces," you slip the last handful of pens into your bag and rise to your feet, "i'd say you're in for a treat."

his brow furrows. he still smooths his jeans consciously, fiddling with the white threads. "who?"

"you fucked her," you say, "while dating her brother. don't you remember? it was last month."

he rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his silk bomber jacket. "why would i? it wasn't even serious. i told him that."

"i'm just the messenger, taehyung. before you go..." you lean in, your lips brushing his earlobe. a spiked shiver runs down his spine. "i got a hundred-and-two on that test."

with that, you turn on your heel, carrying on down the hallway and rounding a corner. your shoes click on the linoleum sharply, and taehyung glowers at where your figure once was.

that's the third time he's smacked into you this week. why haven't you blown up at him yet?

just once, he'd love to see something on your face aside from that vile, arrogant smile and composed gaze. he's never seen you angry. nobody else has, either.

when others see you, they see gentleness. no one but him knows the look in your eye when they meet his, glittering with edged, haughty superiority. there are a thousand whispers about who you are and who you might've been – some say that a violent past turned you into an all-around pacifist.

it confuses him. why would someone so apparently gentlemanly and non-confrontational arouse such wild rumours? what is it about civility that impresses less than savagery? why are his pants so tight?

he scowls and shifts his belt, messing with the pant leg you'd seized earlier. it still doesn't sit right, twisted halfway around his calf, but he's running out of time for his next class and he doesn't have a lot of late strikes left.

he hurries away, pretty girls and their pretty brothers the farthest thing from his agitated mind.

two hours later, taehyung slaps a stapled paper down in front of you. everyone in a six-metre radius in the cafeteria falls silent, wide eyes trained on the absolute fury rippling from taehyung's body. they whisper behind their palms.

"you fucking cheat," he hisses without any attempt at discretion. "a hundred-and-two. a hundred, and two? what'd you do, fuck the t.a.?"

neatly, you place aside your chopsticks, sliding the plate of sushi out of the way for the paper you dig out of your bag, formatted exactly the same as taehyung's all the way down to the size of hanging indents and margin spacing.

you flip to the last page and tap your finger against a brief paragraph before the conclusion. "one extra mark for addressing category nine-b. it was one sentence on an otherwise packed page full of more important parts, so i'm not surprised you skimmed over it."

taehyung flips over to the rubric stapled to the back of his assignment. he scans down to nine, and his frown deepens with every line.

a single-line paragraph indented as if it was part of the previous one. extra marks: /1.

he wants so badly to slap the smirk off your face that it takes every effort to dilate his blood vessels. an incorrectly-formatted guide has just cost him everything.

"hey, a hundred per cent is still amazing," you comfort him sympathetically. your eyes glimmer pridefully as you lean back. "you know, i think we're now about even."

he snatches up the papers, and after a moment's pause, your yet-to-be-touched coffee. "i don't want to be even," he mutters, and he stalks away.

—

while your spaghetti simmers in a pot in the kitchen, taehyung saunters by. he drops half a shaker of salt into it. "oh. my hand slipped."

your jaw clenches. "taehyung, this is very petty. even for you."

he grunts, watching as you pour out the steaming water and rinse off as much salt as you can. most of it dissolved as soon as it hit the bubbling water, and you make a note to add more tomato into the base. maybe it'll help hide the salt.

"i wouldn't be if someone would stop inviting his friends over to play mario kart when i'm trying to get my rocks off."

"what?" you ask with a roll of your eyes, stirring a pot of sauce. "you want me to listen to your weird noises for two hours straight?" you mimic his growly moan, low in the throat and reverberating through the chest, and taehyung's back teeth grind and he shifts on the sofa. he's never heard anything like it come out of you before.

"then stop opening my door!" he argues.

"it must get stuffy in there."

jumping to his feet, taehyung crosses into the kitchen in two steps and jabs your chest with a finger, anger flushing his neck to his ears. "you are the reason i'm like this. i haven't been able to do anything for three fucking weeks because of your stupid blue shells – i’m constantly aware that you could walk in at any second! the next time you bring someone pretty over, you're gonna be seeing me so much you'll practically be fucking me instead."

you turn away from the pot and turn off the stove. taehyung glances down uncertainly at it – why'd you do that?

"you'd like that, wouldn't you?" you ask impatiently, an octave deeper than usual. you step forward; he doesn't give. he can feel the minty heat of your breath against his cheeks.

"don't be ridiculous," he scoffs. "you? you wouldn't know what to do with a cock if it was in front of your face."

your gaze sweeps over his body – casual, clean. yet, it feels as if you've stripped him raw.

"where i'm interested, i don't need to know what to do with your cock," you murmur. "and after i'm done with you... you'll be too gone to care."

warmth rides up his spine. it takes a moment for him to register that it's your hand creeping beneath his shirt and bumping over the ridges of his spine.

"what's wrong, taehyung?" the way his name rolls off your tongue sounds too sweet to be the poison he knows it to be. "never taken a cock before?"

"of course i have," he snaps without realising what exactly has been said. his throat bobs and he averts his eyes, gnawing on his lower lip furiously. "i mean... well..."

your grin widens. "well?"

"just... me. my hands."

"your hands?" you repeat with an arched brow and a soft chuckle that has taehyung hot under the collar. "cute. can't find anyone willing to tame you, hm?"

taehyung bristles. "i don't need taming," he growls, leaning in those few centimetres more until your noses touch. "but i bet you'd like to try."

he slams his mouth onto yours, twisting his fingers in your hair. your hands close around his slim waist, pushing him back against the wall, and he gasps as you tug his hair back to give you better access to his swan-like throat, warm and golden.

a muffled groan trickles past his tight lips as you shove your knee between his thighs. your hands roll his hips for him – as if he doesn't know what to do.

his grip tightens in your hair. bastard.

you nip at his neck, littering hot, stinging hickeys along the smooth line of his throat. his dick throbs embarrassingly in his jeans and he reaches for it.

you slap his hand away, tilting your leg to grind your cock into his. he gasps and moans as his knuckles hit the wall and you take the opportunity to press him harder into the wall, restricting how much he can move.

for someone so flammable, he's awfully good at taking everything you throw at him.

"you – hah – fuck everyone so roughly?" he sighs.

"only the brats." you tug at his belt with deft fingers. "mm. you're already so hard, puppy."

he glares as best he can with lust-blown pupils. "i'll kill you."

"really, puppy? how, if you can't even control yourself like this?" your palm glides over his hot cock. "tell me, baby."

"i'll – i'll get the hundred-and-two next time. it'll be my name next to the number one, and you'll be the one pinned to a stupid wall – fuck!"

you let loose a long, slow whistle, and taehyung's face burns. you grin, pressing a kiss to his lips. "for someone who's in bed with another every other night, you're surprisingly desperate. you're close, yeah?"

"shut your mouth," he grits out between clenched teeth, his hips rutting into your twisting hand. "mm – s'your fault. you and—"

"me and my blue shells, i know," you tease, ignoring your own problem for taehyung's adorably furrowed brows. your hand jerks sharply and you'll never forget his stuttered moan and the way he half-crumples, knees buckling as his fingers dig into the wall behind him. "come up with something new, and i'll let you come."

his head whips around so fast he's at risk of snapping his neck. "what?"

"you heard me, puppy." you swipe your thumb over his leaking slit and he groans into his shoulder. your hand slows to a turtle's crawl and you glance down with a hum, encircling him with a thumb and forefinger. "it’s very pretty. but i'm bigger."

he bucks his hips. "fuck you."

"don't get me wrong, baby. you've got nothing to be ashamed of. i'm just getting you ready – mentally."

he could kill you right there. but, as you tilt his head to meet your lips, he can't help but soften just that little bit more, already half a mess with his jeans struggling around his hips.

"i hate you," he groans, his lashes fluttering against his cheeks as you squeeze his cock, and his face flushes with heat as it twitches in your palm and you glance up at him with a smug grin. "no, i – i'm serious. you're a competitive jerk who's crazy-obsessed with me and beating me at everything. you're the poster boy for desperation for validation. i bet if i told you that you did well on your last assignment, you'd cream your pants like a teenager."

you chuckle and press your lips to his ear, loosing a soft, teasing moan just for him. "careful, taehyung. don't make me angry. you're the one taking it."

the way your words roll over him, concentrating in his cock, pisses him off. he twists his wrists out of your grip and grabs your jaw, thumbs at the base of your ears, and yanks your mouth onto his as he steps forward. you push his jeans down and he chuckles breathlessly as you urge him to jump – he does, and you catch him with impressive ease. he knows where his centre of balance is, and he's considerate enough to shift it close to yours.

you can't believe you're calling kim taehyung considerate. his hobbies include stealing your food and locking you out of the dorm when you leave to discard the rubbish.

"my room," he mumbles against your mouth, his kisses hot and nerve-stinging. "it's closer."

"read my mind." you toss him onto his bed, resting one knee against the mattress as you tug your belt off. taehyung pulls his hoodie over his head into an indeterminate corner and crawls closer, sliding his palms up against the soft denim of your jeans, gazing up at you with dark, hooded eyes and a proud curl at the corner of his lips. he nips the warm skin above your waistband when he draws the zipper down with his teeth.

"you're stupid," he whispers, "and handsome. i hate you."

"a hundred and two," you remind him, and reach for the back of your collar. you tug it over your head and taehyung's appreciative gaze doesn't go unnoticed. "i hate you, too. you're a bully and immature. you drink all the milk and never buy more."

he turns over onto his stomach and spreads his knees, tossing his hair with a kiss-plumped smirk. "give me a reason to."

your palm glides down his spine, resting over the high curve of his ass. he pushes back into your hand and gasps as you press your thumb into him, his cock pulsing.

"idiot! who s-starts with the..." his eyes flutter shut as a moan bubbles its way from his belly. "oh..."

you hum. "someone's been having their fun, hm? were you playing with yourself right before you threw half a kilo of salt into my poor dinner? that explains why you're so tetchy – and sensitive."

"shut up!" he grumbles, his cheeks the darkest shade of pink you've ever seen. "just – just fuck me, already. i've done half your job for you."

"you sure?" you reach below him, fingers grazing his pulsing cock. it's embarrassingly eager, and he arches his back prettily in an attempt to taunt your attention elsewhere.

"i can take it," he says with a stupid heft of confidence. he grins, cocky. "guys always add a couple of inches."

you scoff and grab his thighs, pressing them together. he might think he doesn't need it, but he needs to relax as much as possible. he hums and presses his cheek into a pillow with a teasing sway of his hips, rolling back against your bulge as you fiddle with his bottle of lube.

he hears the shuffle of cloth and the clink of a metal buckle, and he grows impatient as the lid clicks shut. "shit, take any longer and i'll go—ah, god!"

you smooth your palms over his heaving ribs, hushing him as you rock your hips deeper into his.

"f-fuck," he moans, arching back into you. "oh, shit, baby, you feel so big in me... fuck me, damn it—mmh..."

you start off slow, gently allowing him to get used to you. after his first verbal outburst, he dissolves into pleased moans, finally relieved of being stuck between a rock and a hard place. he relaxes, expression soft and open as his brow furrows.

he's pretty when he's not biting at your fingers. you smirk.

you draw back until just the tip, then snap your hips forward.

he hisses, legs kicking at your thighs as he shudders, pleasure running up his spine. you stroke a line down his spine and squeeze his supple ass.

setting a slow, easy pace, you grind your hips into his ass, hushing him as he judders and whines into his pillow. his teeth clamp down on the soft cotton and you groan softly as he clenches around you, the tight ring of muscle scraping against your shaft.

"still think you can take it?" you murmur with a smug grin, smoothing a hand over the dip of his waist. "you're shaking like a leaf, taehyung."

"sh-shut up." he grits his teeth and throws his head back with a blissful moan as you give his ass a playful smack. "feels good, s'all..."

"good," you reply, cocky amusement leeching into your voice. it's so familiar that something inside taehyung instinctively tenses with anger. "maybe a good lay is all you need to loosen up. metaphorically, of course."

"fuck you!" he barks.

"you'd like that, wouldn't you?" with a harsh thrust, you stroke his hips, gently pulling him backwards onto your cock. he looks so pretty, stretched wide around you – it's a boost to the ego you don't really need. "always have to come out on top, always have to be the one giving orders... can't take a fucking break around you. you're really quite infuriating."

"a-at least i'm not a fucking pushover!"

he lets out a sound between a moan and a mewl as you shove him down, speeding up until your hips slap against his ass loudly. if someone were to walk by, they'd have no questions about what you're doing.

you twist your fingers in his dyed locks near the base of his neck and tug sharply, silencing his gasped, raspy moans as he buries his face in the pillow, his eyes rolling back briefly as his whole body bounces harshly.

the cheap dorm bed creaks. roommates were assigned by gender, which was a lousy and backwards attempt to stop students from fucking. it wasn't as if they tried very hard, either – a quartet of girls could reside three steps away from a quartet of boys because segregating entire buildings on gender was apparently too much and not good for pr.

still, you can't help but grin, tipping your head back with a soft groan. breaking the rules has never felt so good.

"you like getting pushed over, puppy. moaning like a whore for my cock, spreading your legs so eagerly – you've hit a new low. you'd let just about anyone fuck you, wouldn't you, puppy? even people you can't fucking stand?" you purr into his ear, your chest rolling against his freckled back. you connect the cute dots with your tongue and he shudders with a whimper, fists twisting in his bedsheets. you pump his cock rapidly in tine with your thrusts and he leaks endlessly, slicking up the warm tunnel of your fist as he bucks furiously into it. "what, not gonna say anything now? c'mon, puppy. you're not agreeing that you're a whore, are you? goad me into fucking you harder – i dare you."

all he does is whine tearfully, hips jerking against yours as your cock slams into his swollen prostate and glides past, filling him up like nothing ever has before.

"i'm gonna c-come," he cries, scrambling to cover his mouth when a particularly well-aimed thrust unravels every thought in his head. he struggles to build them back up, rocking harshly against the mattress as your cock pulses hotly inside of him, twitching at the sight and burning heat of him. "gonna come, gonna come, fuck fuck fuck, ye-e-es—!"

with a final low moan, he spurts in your fist, his thighs trembling and twitching as you fuck him through his high. his chest heaves and he lets himself relax into the pillow he hugs under him, lashes fluttering as you gradually slow, your warm, slick fist milking him of everything he's worth.

“i win,” you coo.

dazedly, he pants softly against his pillow, lashes fluttering as you scrape your nails against his scalp. you pull it back into a messy ponytail at the back of his head, as red as his cheeks. his heart thumps against his chest, deep and echoing to his core.

"f-fuck," he whispers, mewling in surprise as your thrusts speed up again. he bucks against your cock and cries, "fuck—!"

somewhere between his moans, slowly sliding up in pitch, you can gather a single question: why?

you flip him over, thrusting in deep as you settle yourself between his golden thighs and wrap a hand around his untouched throat.

so smooth, so agonisingly perfect. you'll have to amend that.

his dark, glossy eyes can't stay on you for long, rolling back as he spreads his shaky legs wider and half-sobs. he claws uselessly at your hand and wrist.

you slide it further up, gripping just behind his jaw to stop him from thrashing and throwing his head back. you force him to look you in the eye with those pretty, unfocused, blown-out eyes, nearly black with just the slightest hint of honey-gold around the rim.

"what, you thought we were done?" you glide your hand down his tense stomach and over his cock, smearing his cum and arousal over his hot skin. he shivers, sweat-slick, and flushes in embarrassment, oddly docile. "i still haven't finished, puppy. you'll take it like a good boy, won't you, taehyung?"

he releases a soft, choked whine, his lower lip trembling almost imperceptibly. he nods, twitching as your cock buries itself deep in his guts, and his hands fall limply beside his head, fisting the abused pillow.

"atta boy." you pull his thighs around your hips and he locks his ankles over your back, holding you close. you want to watch him as your tip punches his prostate, over and over, chasing your own ruthless high.

you want to fuck that lazy, cocky attitude out of him. you want to see him break.

and you will, you muse as you watch him writhe and whimper, his soft, pretty cock bouncing on his tummy. but not yet. he's still glaring up at you with shiny eyes and hot pink cheeks, embarrassed at the predicament of his own making.

you wrap your warm, messy fist around his cock and grin hungrily as it throbs in interest. he jerks, eyes widening almost fearfully as he tugs your cock in deeper by his legs around your waist.

you know where to start.

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in1-nutshell · 8 months ago

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I know request are closed so just add this to the bottom of the list for whenever you see it.

TFP Megatron's daughter with MTMTE Megatron.

this feels like the kinda thing that would hurt him, knowing that in one universe he was lucky enough to have a daughter as smart and kind as buddy and he hurt her.

have a nice day hope you drink water

This is a pair that I have thought about if they ever met. Buddy is now going to have to meet another Megatron. But don't worry she's not alone!

Hope you enjoy!

Megatron's daughter with the opposite personality meeting MTMTE Megatron

SFW, Platonic, Familial, slight angst, Cybertronain reader

TFP/MTMTE

In MTMTE…

Brainstorm was bored.

So, he started to work on one of the projects he had been putting off for a while.

A dimension to an alternate universe, even different than theirs!

He was just about to turn it on when Perceptor came in.

“Brainstorm have you seen Nautica? I have her data—what in Primus’s name are you doing?!”--Perceptor

Brainstorm hanging upside down trying to reach a button to turn on the machine that was slightly smoking.

“Oh! Percy! You’re just in time! I was going to push the button—”--Brainstorm

Perceptor trying to reach Brainstorm.

“There will be no pushing—”--Perceptor

Brainstorm pushes the button.

“BOOP!”—Brainstorm

Machine starts whirling up.

“It’s working!”--Brainstorm

In TFP…

Buddy was walking with Miko on her shoulder.

They had gone to go get some arts and crafts from one of the empty rooms in the base.

Something about a human holiday coming up.

When the portal opened.

“OH, PRIMUS NOT AGAIN!”--Buddy

Buddy dropping the boxes trying to grab Miko and something else to not go into the portal.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN AGAIN?!”--Miko

“EXPLAIN LATER! BULKHEAD! OPTIMUS! ULTRA MAGNUS! RATCHET!”--Buddy

Miko slips through Buddy’s grip.

“BUDDY!”--Miko

Buddy jumps at Miko, covering her entire body as they both get swallowed by the portal.

In MTMTE…

Brainstorm was wrestling with Perceptor when two figures came out of the portal.

The portal shut leaving the machine slightly smoking.

There was no way anyone was going to turn that thing on and not have it potentially exploding in their faces.

Miko groaning a bit t the rough landing.

She is on a lab table.

Buddy is hanging upside down tangled up in a bunch of wires.

“Oh! Hello!”--Brainstorm

Brainstorm lightly pokes Miko who just looks at these two new bots.

“Hey! Leave her alone!”--Buddy

Buddy is struggling to get out of the wires to get to Miko.

“Relax!”--Brainstorm

Brainstorm presses a button to release the wires.

Buddy falls face first on the floor.

Brainstorm, Miko, and Perceptor wince hearing the sudden noise.

Perceptor helps Buddy up.

“My apologies. I know you two may have some questions in where—”--Perceptor

“We’re a different universe or dimension.”--Buddy

Brainstorm’s wings go up.

“Have you done that before?!”--Brainstorm

“Against my will, yes. This is Miko’s first time.”--Buddy

“Who are you guys?”--Miko

“My name is Brainstorm! I’m actually the mech who brought you two here with my machine. This is my partner Perceptor! Don’t mind him, he’s more of a mood killer.”--Brainstorm

Percepor sends him a glare.

“So, you’re the bot who brought us here? What about getting us back?”--Buddy

“Haven’t gotten to that part yet, but eventually we’ll get there!”--Brainstorm

Perceptor offers his servo for Miko to climb on.

She does and gets passed to Buddy.

Buddy refuses to let her down on the ground.

The two scientists briefly explain where the pair had ended up as they go to the med bay for any internal injuries.

Ratchet nearly has a stroke seeing a human and new bot in the med bay.

Buddy and Miko know immediately who Ratchet is. He isn’t too far from the Ratchet they were used to.

Brainstorm and Perceptor had to leave the pair with Ratchet while they went back to the lab to see if the machine was all right after a warning alert came online.

After explaining how the pair got there and nearly putting Ratchet in cardiac arrest, they get a clean bill of health.

“Hey Ratchet. Brainstorm and Percy over there said the war was over in this universe. Is that true?”--Miko

“Yes. Thankfully its been over for a bit. Has…”-Ratchet

“Our’s isn’t over yet…”--Buddy

Ratchet gives them an sympathetic smile.

Someone slams the door open.

Buddy grabs Miko and keeps her close to her chassis.

“Hey Doc-bot! I need you to settle an argue—”--Whirl

Whirl looks at Buddy and Miko.

“…”--Everyone

Whirl looks at Ratchet.

“Brainstorm?”--Whirl

“Brainstorm.”--Ratchet

Whirl steps closer slightly menacing to the pair.

Buddy straightens up, and tightens grip on Miko.

“So what do we have here? Another minibot and a fleshy.”--Whirl

“If you call me fleshy, can I call you a computer?”--Miko

Buddy wants to scream at Miko for trying to antagonize the larger mech.

Whirl blinks and steps closer.

Buddy glares at him hard.

Don’t. touch. Her.”--Buddy

“…All right! I have to give it to you both. Steal bearings.”--Whirl

Whirl scoops both Buddy and Miko up to his chassis.

“I’ll give you two the Lost Light tour with all the helpful commentary.”--Whirl

Buddy looks over at Ratchet who looks very tired but gives a ‘Your-safe-with-him’ smile.

Buddy can only hope so.

By the time Whirl gets to Swerve, Miko and him have already made a blood pact and have several ideas on overthrowing those who have wronged them.

Whirl swears he has found his Amica from another dimension.

Buddy is just trying to take everything in while also accessing any and all dangers onboard this ship.

It was much bigger than anything she had ever seen back home.

Even bigger than the Nemesis.

“—Then Megs and him nearly—”--Whirl

Buddy turns to him so fast he thinks she might have broken her neck cables.

“Megs? As in Megatron? He is here? On this ship!?”--Buddy

“Yeah? Oh yeah you two mentioned something about your war still going on.”--Whirl

“Yeah.”--Miko

“How come you two haven’t talked about it?”--Whirl

“Its better to tell a whole group so we don’t have to go through the whole story again and again.”--Buddy

“Kinda like your name?”--Miko

Buddy sighing heavily.

“Yep.”--Buddy

“Wait what is your designation, Tiny?”--Buddy

“Buddy.”--Buddy

Whirl stops momentarily.

“Buddy? What kind of name is that? Did your Caregivers want you to get picked on?”--Whirl

Buddy winces a bit while Miko flicks his armor a bit.

“Oh! Soft spot. Got it, but you might as well tell now before anyone else knows.”--Whirl

Buddy gives him a dead glare.

“All right, all right, no spoilers.”--Whirl

“But back to Megatron—”--Buddy

“Hey look we’re here.”--Whirl

It was after hours, meaning not many mechs were in.

Just most of the mech whirl associated himself with.

As usual, Whirl made his grand entrance in the bar.

Not many bots paid attention to him thinking he was just being Whirl.

Buddy’s anxiety was going up seeing all the energon out.

She worried for Miko’s safety and kept her close.

Miko didn’t object to the closeness, remembering what happened to Raf.

Hopefully this universe didn’t have a variant of dark energon.

“Hey Swerve! Look who I got.”--Whirl

Swerve turning around.

“Whirl if its Rewind and Tailgate—”--Swerve

His optics land on Buddy and Miko in his cockpit.

“H-How—what—huh?”--Swerve

Buddy is trying to ease the tension as Whirl places her and Miko on one of the bar stools and takes a seat himself.

“Hi, I’m Buddy and this is Miko. We are from another dimension and—”--Buddy

Swerve proceeds to fanboy about humans to Miko and asks a thousand questions where the two are trying to answer.

Swerve’s increase in chatter brought attention to the rest of the bars patrons to the new guest.

Some even comm in their friends to come and see the new commers from another dimension.

Buddy seemed to have relaxed a bit at all the friendly bots around her and Miko.

Miko was having the time of her life.

She let some of the more curious bots who had never seen a human before holding her on the condition that they tell her goofy stories.

Whirl had offered to take her to the gun range, which Buddy immediately shot down.

Eventually Ultra Magnus came in with Rodimus following behind.

The pair had heard from Ratchet, Brainstorm and Perceptor about their new visitors and had to meet them.

Magnus had messaged Megatron to come as soon as his evening class was done.

Magnus had never seen a human or a bot so happy to see him before.

What is this feeling?

They were excited… to see him?

Not Rodimus… just him?

That’s when Megatron came in with the rest of the Rod Squad.

Buddy felt her entire world come to a halt.

She knew well that this Megatron was not hers.

She knew that she should have any harsh feelings for the mech that she barely knew.

…that didn’t stop her servos from shaking and everything start to blur.

Miko was quick to recognize that Buddy was starting to freak out and saw why.

And she wouldn’t blame Buddy for freaking out.

This Megatron was a whole category by himself, easily.

Their Megatron wouldn’t stand a chance against this giant mech.

Miko went to grab Buddy’s servo when she noticed something in her pocket.

The Apex Armor!

How did she even forget this!?

Miko activates the armor and jumps off the counter causing multiple mechs to scream and try to grab her.

She activates the armor now standing roughly average height in front of Buddy.

“DID THE FLESHY CYBERFORM?!”--Brainstorm

“WHAT JUST HAPPENED!?”--Tailgate

“THAT’S MY FURTURE AMICA!”--Whirl

Miko stares straight at Megatron as if daring him to make the first move.

Rodimus comes between her and Megatron.

“Woah, woah, woah. First nice form and all that needs explaining. Two I heard about your war still going on, but this Megatron here, he’s reformed.”--Rodimus

Buddy pats Miko on the shoulder from the bar.

They both look at each other, having an in-depth understanding.

Buddy gets down on the floor and walks towards the hulking giant, staring at the red Autobot badge.

She takes out her servo.

“My name is Buddy. Its… its good to see you Megatron.”—Buddy

Miko was silently cheering for Buddy’s bravery.

She even managed to get Megatron to sit down with the rest of the patrons.

That’s when the two of them agree to finally, fully, talk about their universe.

Starting with Buddy’s origins.

Just hearing about Buddy being Pre-war Megatron’s daughter floored everyone.

Megatron exe. Has stopped working please try again later.

He… he has a sparkling in another universe?

That’s great—wait… they were still at war…

Something was wrong…

The story started out with much understanding about the Senate’s power-hungry ideas and how hard it was to keep a sparkling.

Everyone, despite knowing what happens generally with the Senate meeting, is on edge.

Everyone is quiet when Buddy starts to describe her life on the Nemesis.

There are some glares to Megatron, but then they remember its other dimension Megatron that they need to get angry at.

Megatron has a neutral face while Buddy describes her time on the Nemesis.

Miko grabs her servo when the worst bits come up.

Several bots get up to give Buddy a hug during the explanation.

Some just stay there hugging.

Miko eventually tells her position with meeting Team Prime to try and make things as chronological as they could.

Once the pair is done, it’s silent.

Megatron looks over at Buddy.

“Buddy… I know that you are not my sparkling. But at the same time, you are. I want to tell you that the actions of my counterpart do not speak for other alternatives. I am sorry that you were hurt this way by him. I know that may not—”--Megatron

Buddy dives in and hugs his waist.

Megatron freezes before slowly placing his servo on Buddy’s back.

“You don’t need to apologize. You’re not him. You have a chance at peace and to make something great out of it. I am so proud of you for that Megatron. He… he would take peace and spit in your face. The point I’m trying to say is… thanks dad.”—Buddy

Buddy looks back at him.

She gives a small smile.

He gives a weak one back.

Miko is cheering in the background.

For the next several days the duo stays on the Lost Light waiting for the machine to get fixed.

Swerve thankfully got his servos on some human necessities for Miko while she stayed.

They had a blast with everyone on the ship.

Megatron and Buddy were nearly inseparable.

Megatron silently swears if he sees his counterpart that caused so much pain to this sparkling, he is going to meet his end. Or at least get the beating of a lifetime.

Soon enough it’s time for the two to leave.

The goodbyes are long and tearful.

Miko hugs Whirl’s neck as he tries his best to not tear up.

“If you ever end up in my universe you know who to call, okay?”--Miko

“Got that right Fleshy.”--Whirl

“I’m gonna miss you, you oversized can opener.”--Miko

Buddy and Megatron exchanging some words before giving one last hug.

“Bye everyone!”—Buddy and Miko

Buddy and Miko, in the Apex armor, go through the portal.

Menawhile in TFP…

Buddy shoots out the portal and straight into the wall.

“Why… I swear its every single time…”--Buddy

Miko lands doing a back flip.

“That was fun!”--Miko

Buddy falling back on the floor.

“Speak for yourself.”--Buddy

“MIKO!? BUDDY?!”--Bulkhead

Thunderous pedes start coming their way.

“Miko how do you feel about house arrest?”--Buddy

“…You think if we contact the Lost Light again, we’ll escape it?”--Miko

Pedesteps are getting louder.

“Not likely. Do what I do. Accept your fate without resistance.”--Buddy

The door gets torn off its hinges as Tema Prime comes pouring in.

“Nice knowing you Miko.”--Buddy

“Same to you Buddy.”--Miko

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gather-ye-fucking-rosebuds · 2 months ago

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”You killed your father?” Although Todd knew he had said it, the words sounded like they came from down a long, empty hallway.

Neil flinched. “I don’t…I don’t know what came over me—I just had the gun, then I—”

“You shot him?” Todd hissed.

“Well, what else?” Neil snapped, tears filling his eyes again. “Does it even matter? I killed him. My father is dead because of me. I don’t know what I’m gonna do.” He swallowed and stood up, beginning to pace the floor.

Todd’s mouth was dry, his face pale. “Wh-where’s your mom throughout all this?”

Neil stopped walking. “Mom,” he breathed. “She…she said…” He started swaying.

“Woah, Neil,” Todd said, standing up and helping him sit on the edge of the bed. “What did she say?”

Neil looked at Todd. His face was ghostly white. “I have to go back,” he breathed. “She can’t take the heat for this.”

“She’s gonna take the blame?” Todd clarified. It was more of a statement than a question.

Neil nodded, then shook his head. His voice sounded weak. “No, no, no, I-I can’t let her. It’ll ruin her life. I can’t do that to her.” He started to get up.

“Neil, sit down,” Todd said gently, putting his hands on Neil’s shoulders. Todd didn’t know what to do. Neil obviously didn’t either. “So… so you killed your father.”

Neil flinched, but Todd didn’t notice.

“You shot him. But your mom is going to say that it was her.”

“Yeah,” Neil choked, staring at his red covered hands. He looked so hopeless, like he genuinely regretted what he did, and Todd’s mind flashed back to earlier that night, when he had stated in front of all the other poets that if he ever saw Mr Perry again he’d kill him. What if that had been the exact moment Neil had shot him? What a crazy twist of fate that would be.

A tear streaked down Neil’s cheek. He was terrified. Terrified of his father, of his future, but, most of all, of himself. Todd never would have believed his saintly roommate could ever kill someone, but Neil himself probably believed that too. That he could never actively take the life of another human being, especially his own father. Neil was terrified. So Todd needed to be brave.

“Hang tight,” Todd whispered, bustling over to his desk. He opened the bottom drawer and rummaged around until he found what he was looking for: a small jar full of cash. He dumped it out on his desk and started counting it out. $59.80. Todd chuckled at the irony.

“What are you doing?” Neil asked as Todd got his coat out of the closet and shoved the money in the inner pocket.

Todd grabbed his sweater and tucked it under his arm. “We’re leaving.”

“Leaving,” Neil repeated, still confused.

“Yeah. Leaving. Running away. Getting the hell out of here before the cops realize that your mom didn’t actually kill your dad. Because they will eventually.”

“But…but where…”

“My grandparents have a lake house not too far from here that they never use. We can camp out there until we think of a better plan.” Neil swallowed hard again, looking back at his hands. Todd grabbed them, getting blood on his hands, too. “Come on,” he whispered.

Neil looked into Todd’s eyes, and a slight smile pulled at Neil’s lips. “Alright,” he said, standing up. “Let’s go.”

#yay happy ending #dead poets society #dead poets society fandom #dps #anderperry #dps fanfiction #gathering my rosebuds #you should read the first thing before this one

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stories4thepack · 1 year ago

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Upside-down bite

Spider Gwen x Vampire!Reader

(Similar things requested by 2 different people)

Warnings: Blood, bites, kissing, spider + vampire stuff!

Gwen watches you from the roof top her mask pulled tightly over her head. It wasn’t unusual for her to do this, ensure that you got home safely after college finished. It’s not that she didn’t trust you, but given what you were she would have to keep watch.

You look up, meeting her gaze before rolling your eyes and walking off. You knew she was Ghost-spider, she had told you a while ago and so, you told her your secret.

“I’m a vampire”

You had said, making Gwen burst out laughing. She wishes now that she hadn’t had that reaction.

“It’s not cool to stalk someone.”

Your voice mutters in her head, Gwen swings over to another building before thinking

“It’s not cool to be in someone’s mind.”

She can see you throw a middle finger in her general direction without breaking stride. Gwen laughs, she found you adorable.

Then she saw you freeze, your entire body going suddenly stiff as if you had been put in a trance. Your head slowly turns down the street, where Gwen could now hear a scuffling commotion.

“y/n? Is there blood?”

She mutters in your mind, cautiously swinging towards you as you give a slow, careful nod. Never breaking eye contact. You force your feet to move away, stumbling down the street as Gwen darts into the alley. There, she sees two thugs beating a young man, blood dripping down the side of the victims head.

“Alright Fellas, parties over.”

The masked thugs turn towards her, cackling as one of them swings a knife at her. She jumps over him, kicking him in the ass to knock him over. The other thug laughs again, Gwen turns to the sound of a click and the sight of a gun being pointed at the innocent man.

She would not have time to attack both the man creeping up behind her and save the victim from a bullet in the brain. She was facing a checkmate-

There’s a crash and a familiar growl as you throw yourself over Gwen and at the man. Tackling him to the floor. Gwen spins around, punching the other attacker a dozen times in the face before he could lay a finger on her. She grins beneath her mask as he flees, whimpering like a child. Then she hears a gun shot.

Immediately she dashes in your direction, ignoring the second attacker fleeing as well. She sees blood dripping from your shoulder, but you pull her into a hug with a smile on your face.

“See! I can be a helpful hero!”

Gwen webs herself away from you, hanging upside down as she looks at the bullet wound.

“You’ve been shot.”

“Fuck Sherlock, I had no idea!”

You bend down to help the hurt man up, your jaw clenched tightly at the sight of his blood flowing down the side of his head. He mutters something about going to a hospital and darts away from you before you can say anything.

“He is in shock, should we follow him to-“

You pause as you notice how close Gwen, swallowing nervously as you can smell her sweet scent from underneath her costume

“I’ve had to save that dude before, he’s up to no good. Don’t worry abou-“

She stops mid sentence as you carefully lower the bottom of her mask, stopping over her nose; you can now see her delicate lips which you lean into, pressing against them gently. She kisses you back within a moment, placing a covered hand on the back of your head to secure herself. Your lips fit into each other like a completed puzzle as they have a hundred times before, though the kiss never fails to bring butterflies to your stomach.

Peter Parker (from another universe) had told her about the upside down kiss and that all spider people eventually get to do it, it is apart of their stories after all, a canon event.

She finally understands why it is such a big deal. You pull away, now able to see the cocky grin on Gwens face.

“We should get you healed up Y/n!”

She says, removing the her mask, allowing her tied up hair to hang below her. You chuckle at the sight before finally responding

“I need blood to heal.”

You mutter, preparing to turn away before she grasps you firmly. Pulling you into her, her eyes are stern, even when she is hanging upside down.

“Just take it from me then.”

She mutters and you sigh. You had bitten her once before, purely out of curiosity on both sides but this time it felt kind of different, more risky.

Gwen pulls down the neck of her suit, allowing her throat to be exposed to you. Your hand grasps the fabric, pulling it over her collar bone before you press kisses against her warm skin, you can hear her contempt sigh at the action before your fangs graze her flesh. You bite her, blood immediately hitting our tongue. Gwen gasps at the feeling of her blood being gently taken from her, she can see the skin on your shoulder knitting itself together with every little sip you take. When all that remains is drying blood and a grey scar, you pull away, lips dripping with the scarlet liquid.

“Thanks for that.”

You mutter, pulling the neck of her suit over the fresh bite mark. She pulls her mask over her small smile before swinging onto the side of the wall carefully crawling away. You wipe the blood from your chin with the sleeve of your jumper before calling after her.

“Wanna take me for a swing across the city?”

“Can you ask politely?”

“Fucking hell can you or not?”

You tease, mocking an insult. She laughs and flicks her hand you way, her webs pulling your to the wall before she pulls you into her side, crawling the rest of the way up with you in her arms.

Your heart pounded with the warmth that your love for her caused.

(sorry for any typos)

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fuck-customers · 1 year ago

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🌠 I have a fun story. Some of this was filled in by a relative of mine who works upper management.

Where I work, we have this employee. She's a bit of a jack-of-all trades but seems to choose to stay on the bottom rungs, since she'd honestly not thrive in higher management positions. I'll call her X. X is pretty introverted, quiet, kind and above all, willing to help.

Our door greeter has some hang-ups and inconsideration they won't work through, so they call out very often. (Boss won't fire them because they are elderly.) X was always the first to offer to take their shift. Did our forklift guys need a spotter? (The guy they used to have walked out one day.) X is on it, no questions asked. Does a customer need an employee to help them shop? X is there! X has covered more of my shifts than I can count, due to personal life issues.

A lifesaver and a sweetheart. We all were inspired by her and also branched out to help, sometimes.

Despite how nice she is, X takes bullshit form no one. One day, one of our main supervisors got a position changed and some asshole took their place. This asshole seemed to hinge a lot of their projected success on what they perceived as X's submissiveness. Well, X felt disrespected by every interaction, it seemed. She always denied this jerk.

He'd demand X do something. "I'm sorry, that is not within my responsibilities as a cashier. If my responsibilities have changed, I would like to see a notarized and documented form that bares my signature before I take on other tasks." Honestly, to-a-T, brutal compliance of business shenanigans.

Well, Jerk got mad she stopped being so complicit and, one day, confronted her on her "behavior." Other employees, myself included, recorded him yelling at her while she looked unmoved and unbothered. When he was done, he shouted. "You do all of this for anyone else! Why not me?"

X was quiet for a long time. "You didn't treat me like a person when you bullied me in high school, and you still don't now. So why would I?"

Y'ALL, I WAS FLOORED. He was her high school bully and her revenge was not doing anything beyond her contracted job to help him, KNOWING HIS SUCCESS HINGED HEAVILY ON HER.

He was about to snap again, but saw we had cameras pointed at him. His face was red, he looked like he realized something.

"I don't remember that."

"Yes you do. Leave me alone, please."

Then, he didn't ask her to do anything. When he's wasn't scheduled, she goes above and beyond. But X didn't do a god damn thing for Jerk. He couldn't look her in the eye anymore. And honestly, good for her. Our store will never fire her; she knows too much and is too helpful, and she's the highest paid cashier after all her raises and such.

His "projected" productivity suffered since all of his promotional promises hinged on the cashiers being willing to help him with tasks outside of their job. We'd help if X did. She stopped so we did, too. One day he stopped showing up as our supervisor. Our new supervisor told us he'd taken another position.

X is a badass.

She eventually quit and took up her true passion, which was coding and programming. I still text her and we play Balder's Gate together. I love her to bits. She even said she'd teach me some code stuff and see if I can't work with her and her company... Wish me luck!

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still-breathing-au-p3r · 3 months ago

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It’s not like he meant to eavesdrop. You can’t even really call it eavesdropping if they were talking right out in the lounge where there are always people, can you?

He hadn’t said anything last night, or all day today, because he’d been hoping that talking with Amada about it would get Minato to go to the hospital on his own. Since they didn't have school today, it'd be the perfect opportunity, too.

He didn’t. Junpei did, along with Fuuka and Yuka-tan. Sanada-san had come by later just like he always did, and he’d still been there when the rest of them had left. Minato never showed up, and he hadn’t been at the dorm when they’d gotten back.

Junpei’s set himself up in the second-floor lounge with a volume of a manga series he’d been meaning to get around to, but he’s basically just flipping through the pages instead of really reading it. The more he thinks about it, the more it pisses him off.

He thought Minato and Aragaki-san were tight– Minato’d always seemed to be hanging around him, helping him cook or garden or walk Koromaru or whatever. They spent so much time together in September that one would think they were as close as him and Sanada-san. Aragaki-san had apparently even talked about how sick he was to Minato, so he must have trusted him– even if he had left out the part about why he was sick.

Was that why? Could Minato really be that pissed that Aragaki-san had lied to him? He can understand being angry, but that’s a really stupid reason to just throw away a whole entire friendship like that. And it’s not like anyone else in S.E.E.S. is all that good at being truthful anyway. Hell, even Kirijo-senpai had lied to them for a while!

But Minato hadn’t seemed bothered at all when Kirijo-senpai eventually spilled the beans. He didn’t seem bothered about a lot of things, actually.

Why is this so different? Or was it just another reason entirely? Whatever the big damn issue is, Junpei vows to get to the bottom of it.

So, when Junpei sees Minato try and slink past towards his room, he snaps the manga volume shut and goes after him.

Minato turns only halfway towards him, and he looks at the knob on his bedroom door instead of Junpei.

“Of course I care.”

Minato’s face barely looks different than it always does and he’s not even any louder than normal, but Junpei still takes half a startled step backwards because there’s more feeling in his voice right now than Junpei’s ever heard before and it’s– kinda alarming? Even in the middle of a fight with shadows, Minato’s never sounded this fired up.

“I’m too scared to go,” he says. He almost sounds like his normal ‘nothing’s ever bothered me in my life’ self again, but with something off about it. Like he’s hanging on for dear life and still slipping anyway.

“Scared?” Junpei asks. “You?” Minato doesn’t get scared of things. Not even when he really should be.

Minato replies with a slow, barely visible nod. “In the alley, when we were waiting for the Dark Hour to be over so we could call for help? That was the most terrified I’ve ever been since– In a long time,” he says after a tense minute of silence. “But then seeing Aragaki-senpai like that– hooked up to all those machines… It was worse.”

His grip tightens ever so slightly on the doorknob and it rattles, because his hand’s started shaking a little. “It reminded me of– of–”

Minato trails off, and Junpei gets the feeling he’s probably never going to get the end of that sentence. For once, his permanently neutral expression has shifted into something Junpei can almost call horror. His eyes are kind of glassy and Junpei suddenly wonders if he’s about to faint and if he’ll have to try and catch him. “I want to go, but I can’t. I can’t do it.”

Shit, man. This is the most he’s ever heard Minato talk at once, and of course it took something terrible. Whatever it is that’s got Minato like this, it’s the kind of afraid that runs a lot deeper than just ‘oh I’m scared of spiders’ or even ‘oh I’m scared of hospitals.’

He still doesn’t like it, and he still kind of wishes that Minato would nut up for their senpai’s sake, but he also does get it. And he knows that pushing about something that’s apparently this serious would be a dick move.

“Okay,” he says. Minato doesn’t react. “Um. I’m sorry man.” Minato still doesn’t react. “For. Y’know. Getting so heated without even talking to you about it. And for sayin’ you didn’t care about Aragaki-san.”

“It’s fine,” Minato says to the doorknob. Junpei isn’t sure if he actually means it or if he’s just saying it because that’s what you’re supposed to say after an apology. He thinks Minato isn’t really sure either. “…Anyway. Night.”

He finally pushes his way inside his room without another word. Junpei winces when he hears the click of the lock.

Okay.

Yeah, he deserved that.

He’ll definitely have to think of a way to make up for being such an ass.

#persona 3 #p3 #persona 3 reload #p3re #junpei iori #minato arisato #still breathing au #sbau canon #sbau main plot #sbau october #sbau october 12 #talksprites and fic #(in which junpei discovers that minato is kinda fucked up actually and just really good at hiding it)#(we're alluding to some headcanons for minato's past experiences that will probably never be elaborated much on in-character)#(because he Does Not Speak Of That)#(but we the blog runners would be happy to spill the beans on poor mina-chan's Formative Traumatic Experiences if anyone's curious lmao)#(made a few very minor edits because we FORGOT that they didn't have school on the 12th shh don't tell anyone)#junpei pov

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apocalypse-shuffle · 1 year ago

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TONY STARK | IRON MAN (616)

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“Office Time” (Tony Stark x Fem!Reader)

| Tony visits the reader at her office job. Just to hang out…no other reason.

| SFW, slice of life(?), nothing crazy happens they’re just talking, fluff

| Pic source: Tony Stark: Iron Man comics

| 2k+ words

Tony saunters into your office thirty minutes after finishing up with a business meeting in the area. He’s long since ditched his suit jacket, leaving him in a partially unbuttoned dress shirt and slacks, polished oxfords clacking on the vinyl as he travels down the office building’s nearly vacant hallways.

He knocks on your door while already walking himself in.

“Hey! It’s your boyfriend. Remember me?”

You glance at him briefly with a roll of your eyes but still flash him a smile before turning back to your monitor. The sleek black design was Stark Tech, gifted by himself, because no associate of his was working on anything less than the best. He can hear the tell tale signs of a conference call once he kicks the door closed behind him.

A small smirk eclipses his face at the sight of you and he edges his way across the room on silent feet. You toss him a curious glance but he waves you off. He’s got a hunch he plans on getting to the bottom of and he’s willing to risk your ire to do so. He thinks the reward will be greater than the risk in this case, though. Certainly more than his usual impulsive calls for excitement.

You only lightly startle when he plops down next to you on the floor behind your desk.

“So…” he starts, stretching out the word while settling comfortably beside your legs where they’re not fully under the desk.

“So?”

You hum and begin shuffling around with some papers. Tony feels like the file beneath your hands could knock Thor out; it's so thick.

“You know I love you, and all that good stuff. So, when I say this I'm really not trying to seem like the biggest jerk on the planet but, uh.” Tony scratches the back of his head as your eyes narrow at your screen. “Haha, okay. This is gonna be a little awkward, even for me, but did you get that package I sent you earlier?”

“Uh huh. It’s under my desk,” your face twitches funnily before you lick your lips. “It’s not secretly a…bomb…is it?”

You parse the question out tentatively and Tony blinks up at you.

“I would never do something so irresponsible.”

You squint, bright eyes still locked on whatever you’ve got running on the computer.

“Mmm, you kind of already have though.”

The corners of his eyes crinkle when the man smiles at you, blue eyes sparkling in amusement.

“I see what you’re trying to do right now, and it won’t work.”

“Oh you do? Well that’s okay because I distinctly remember a certain Armored Avenger crashing into the side of this building a month ago.”

“I’ll have you know, I was thrown, actually.”

You give a little nod randomly to the screen before addressing him.

“Whatever,” you sniff. “I could’ve died.”

“Okay, okay, I get it, the world's shittiest boyfriend award goes to me. Thanks.”

He’s going for playful dismissiveness, but if the look you throw at him is any indication he missed by a mile and ended up firmly at the corner of much too needy and much too self deprecating.

“Don't punch down, it looks bad on you. You still ended up saving me.”

“I don’t think the good deed counts if I caused the problem in the first place.”

“In this case we'll make an exception,” you frown at whatever’s on your screen but Tony doesn’t really know what to do at your reassurance. Eventually you fill the silence the room descends into.

“You’re good, though? Not slowly dying from some weird alien goo or anything?”

In a bid to dismiss your clear worry Tony waves his hand, “I’m fine, really. Just was in the area…Wanted to see you,” he shrugs. “Make sure you haven't opened that box.”

Tony gives himself a good chuckle before realizing the room’s other occupant isn’t laughing. His head whips to the side and his eyes widen. You’re cringing.

“Oh shit! You did? Honey...I...uh…” he trails off as you turn off your camera and slowly turn to him. Your face is pinched in guilt and embarrassment, and would you look at that, Tony feels like shit now.

“Hold on, Y/n, I’m not upset about it, just shocked I’m apparently rubbing off on you this much, and embarrassed.”

Your shoulders drop and you tap your manicured nails in succession once before your grimace turns into a soft smile.

You let out a small chuckle, “What’s so wrong with the gift you’d be embarrassed about it?”

“It’s just…uh…” he looks up at you and you smile.

“Proof that you care?”

He waves his hands around.

“No! I mean, yea- it just wasn’t supposed to come today.”

You nod sagely and place the gift, a beautifully crafted gold band set, gently atop your folder of doom.

“What exactly do you…think about them, though?”

Tony watches avidly as you chew on your lip for a moment.

He didn’t think after all you’d been through this would be the catalyst for you breaking up with him, but he really doesn’t want to disappoint you either.

It didn’t hurt that you were gorgeous to boot and could go toe to toe with Tony’s own brand of witt.

Neither of you take your eyes off the other as you suddenly push your chair back so you’re facing him. The moment you kick off one of your heels your boyfriend’s gaze locks on your bare foot. Tony’s breath hitches as you lift the fullness of your right leg up in front of his face. You slip the golden garter from your toes up to settle at the middle of your thigh, delighting in the way the hero tracks its trajectory.

Sliding the two thin gold cuffs up to your left forearm elicits the same amount of infatuation. After you finish putting on his gifts you meet his eyes and can't help the smile that tugs at your lips.

“Is that answer enough for you?” You lean forward to press a kiss to his cheek. “I love them, Tony. Thank you.”

Tony stares up at you, goofy grin taking over his face before he shifts to physically pat himself on the back. You laugh at him and turn back to your computer.

“Alright, yeah! Good on me. Best boyfriend of the year award firmly secured!”

You give him a little subdued upturn of your lips while flicking back on your camera. The meeting you’re in is still droning on without you.

“I won’t disagree with you, Tee,” you smirk. “Though that is a completely made up award.”

He squawks at your accusation, never mind that it was true.

You pay no further mind to his outburst except to shush him as you begin once again listening to what sounded like your team lead giving you all a hell of a talking to.

He takes to idly fiddling with his emergency screwdriver and the landline that was on your desk for the half hour it takes for your meeting to wrap up. He finds and disables a S.H.I.E.L.D tracker, two of Fury’s information gathering bugs, and one of his listening devices that was thankfully not transmitting -goddamn paranoid asshole- within the first twenty minutes.

Each time he finds something, identifies it and takes it apart, he shows it to you and by the time he’s fished out the last “addition” you look heavily irritated.

“Alright, yes, thank you for letting me listen in Ma’am…Mhm…Goodbye to you as well,” you say before logging off.

You turn to Tony, still cross legged on the floor, and your face goes from mildly irritated to furious in seconds.

“What the hell?”

Tony scowls at the ruined tech, “What the hell, indeed. Why would the General be tracking you?”

You shake your head.

“I work a desk job,” you say deadpan. “So it can’t be that, but I'd bet a lot that someone found out about us.”

“I want in on that bet,” Tony jokes lowly, dropping the ruined pieces of S.H.I.E.L.D tech into his pocket.

You rub at your forehead and Tony makes a soft noise before getting up on his knees and grabbing the hand that’s in your lap. He squeezes it softly.

“Don’t stress yourself out, I'll deal with it, okay? No one messes with my woman and gets away with it.”

You return the soft hold and snort as y’all lock eyes. Tony smirks and kisses the hand in his grasp. You smile softly down at him, bracing your elbow on the desk and leaning your head on your free fist.

“Your woman, huh?”

He can tell you’re putting on a brave face by how quickly your laughter fades after that. How fast your expression and tone goes from playful to something duller, and he knows he’s going to try and cheer you up before he even comes up with an actual plan.

“Yup.”

He winks at you, signature smirk softened around the edges, and you scoff while flicking his nose.

“Oh? Does that make you ‘my man’ then?”

“You’re damn right it does.”

You both let out quiet laughs while holding each other’s gazes. Dark lashes brush against brown skin when you blink and your eyes go half lidded, thumb running over his knuckles. It’s enough to make a grown man blush honestly.

Tony loves when the combined energy between you both sparks like this. It makes his body tingle in a way it never has with any of his past partners.

Sunset used to make him warm all over but it was never a good kind of warm, she used to make him feel lacking with nothing but pretty words and a flutter of her lashes. Tiberius didn’t make him feel like anything less than the shit stuck to the bottom of his shoe. Rumiko was like spring, blooming flowers and soft grass, but her dad had ripped her away the second he found out she was seeing a Stark so he’d never gotten to feel how they sparked. Janet made him want to dance and sing, her heat was like kinetic energy on a dance floor, but he was never a physical activity type of guy and she’d needed Hank more than him so their spark had fizzled out. Pepper and him had had a good run but in the end they hadn’t been what the other needed, but she was much more content with Happy anyway.

But you?

You made him calm like fall. All cool gusts of air and falling leaves when you looked at him during your rare moments of stillness together. Moments that made him want to fall into that pile of leaves and never come out. You pull him in like the world would stop revolving without you.

Your lips meet in a soft kiss.

You sigh against his mouth, hand moving to tilt his chin up more securely. He leans up to meet you halfway and you lean down to close the gap without a second thought. You and Tony devour each other slowly. You taste like coffee, like fall, and he’s desperate for it.

When you break apart neither of you are out of breath but he’s sure his eyes are just as dilated as yours. You’re only a hair's width apart as you breathe each other's air and he maps the intricacies of your face.

His eyes light up as he gets an idea.

“How bout’,” he pecks you on the lips before pulling back. “I cheer you up.”

“How so?” you ask, the smile you give him is wistful but the brown of your dark eyes twinkle.

Tony shivers. Your eyes only take on that mischievous sparkle when you’re planning or when you smell blood in the water and have somebody pegged. Tony usually likes the outcome of either of those.

There’s a twist to that usual assessing stare right now though.

You’re looking at Tony in the way Tony’s decided is reserved only for him. His stomach flutters. He’s not a particularly observant guy when it comes to normal people’s (ie: people that aren’t trying to kill him, use his money for villainy, or are who he fights beside) social cues, he accepted that years ago, but even he could tell that you were soft on him.

He throws you a heated look before adjusting his position on the carpet and moving down. He coaxes your legs apart with gentle touches before leaning in to plant a kiss on the soft inside of your thigh.

“I think I can come up with something,” he murmurs.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!

This is not all canonical (obviously). Also mind any typos I’ll get to them eventually.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it. this is a sideblog tho so I won’t respond.

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justmochi · 1 year ago

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series :: eunmin in busan 2023 💌

pairing :: eden x seokmin

word count :: 5.9k

synopsis :: eden's birthday present for seokmin

time :: february 16, 2023

warnings :: 🔞 SMUT! 🔞 MINORS DNI

a/n :: gawd 5.9k 🤪 kinda got a bit carried away with this one so enjoy!!! the busan trip is almost over :c

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The two put out the fire, holding the blanket around herself as she watched Seokmin usher her inside. He locked everything up before Eden’s hand slipped out from under the blanket wrapped around her, holding his hand as she led him upstairs. He was excited, if not more than she was for his birthday present.

As soon as he got in, she pressed him against the door, hearing the latch close. She reached up on her toes, kissing his chin with a smile before his lips. Her movements were slow and gentle, resting his hands on the blanket where her waist would be. The blanket was another thing that blocked him from touching her.

She kissed him deeply, his tongue brushing against her bottom lip as he got more needy. Her hand let go of one end of the blanket, hanging off the side of her shoulder as she pulled away from him. She took the blanket and wrapped it around him, using it to pull him against her body. There was almost no distance between the two, his chest pressed against hers.

She smirked, seeing his cheeks flush red. She kissed him once more, his hands finally on her waist and sneaking his fingers under the hem of her shirt. It was his birthday present after all but she didn’t want him to just take what he wanted.

“Come here.” She whispered, pulling him towards her while she walked backwards towards the bed.

His legs finally hit the edge of the mattress. She gently pushed down on his shoulders, sitting him down on the bed before climbing onto his lap. She let the blanket go, falling down behind him. Her eyes were full of desire, capturing his lips and eventually slipping her tongue against his.

He wrapped his arms around her, making sure she didn’t fall back. It was like they couldn’t stand to be away from each other's lips for even a second. They only pulled away when they needed some air, both taking a second to stare at the others swollen lips.

Seokmin gently nipped at her bottom lip, fingers kneading into her jeans as she started to grind her hips down onto his lap. Eden couldn’t help herself, wanting as much contact as possible. He kissed her roughly as her fingers sneaked under his shirt, feeling his warm skin.

“Close your eyes, okay?” She kissed his cheek, waiting for him to shut his eyes before getting off of him. She saw his eyes flutter open a bit in an attempt to make it seem like his eyes were shut but he was just squinting through his eyelashes. “Keep them closed.”

“Why?” He frowned, his posture slouching at her command.

“Because I said so. Do you not want your birthday present?” She grabbed his wrists, placing his palms over his eyes with a grin.

“Yes dear.” He kept his hands over his eyes, making sure not to peek or else he would be in for a punishment instead of a present. It would all be the same to him though.

She took a deep breath in, wrapping her arms around herself and pulling her shirt over her head, dropping it on the floor next to her. Then she unbuttoned her jeans, unzipping them and stepping out of them, kicking them to the side. She exhaled, feeling the bedroom's cool air as goosebumps grew on her skin. She was so exposed and realized now why she made him cover his eyes. She was shy but still wanted to give him a good present nonetheless.

“Open.” She grabbed his wrists, removing his hands from his eyes and pursing her lips. His eyes were on hers until they wandered down the rest of her body. The blood rushed into his cheeks, his eyes widening as he covered his face with his hands, squealing to himself.

He fell back on the bed, wiggling his ankles as he made inhuman noises that were high in pitch.

“Hey! Do you not like it?” She pouted, her hands covering her body as she stood in her lingerie before him.

“No no no! I love it! You’re just so cute and pretty.” His arms slid down hers before interlocking their fingers together. It was hard for the both of them to maintain eye contact from how shy they both were at the moment. “My beautiful girlfriend. You almost gave me a heart attack.”

She blushed, looking away from him as she collected herself. She reclaimed her spot back on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. He held her close, his hands playing with the ends of her hair and twirling it around his fingers. They pulled away for air, both of them panting and squeezing each other in their arms.

“This is new.” He looked up at her, subconsciously licking his bottom lip. He touched the floral lace with a smirk.

Eden looked down at herself, chuckling nervously. “Oh, this.”

“I got it in Paris.” She tried moving her hair to cover her cleavage, pursing her lips. “Along with some other things.”

He nodded his head in approval, covering his face once more to hide his flushed cheeks. The lingerie was white and complimented her bust and skin tone so well. Even as they were this intimate with each other, he would never get over how beautiful she looked. Like it was always their first time.

“You’re so beautiful.” He looked up at her, a hint of lust with all the love in his eyes as he pecked her cheek. He gathered her hair together, pushing it behind her shoulders to reveal her lingerie again.

“You’re pretty handsome yourself.” She tugged on the collar of his shirt, smirking as her hands traveled lower. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.” He ran the tips of his fingers up and down her back as he nodded.

“Can I try a few things tonight?” She placed her hands on his neck, pressing her forehead against his.

He nodded, pecking her lips. “Of course. I am yours.”

“Even if it’s weird?”

“It can’t be that weird, right?” He asked her nervously. He had no idea what she was thinking, but he was both excited and anxious.

Eden nodded, softly holding his face in her hands as she kissed him. “If you don’t like it, just tell me and I’ll stop.”

He nodded, reassuring her by rubbing his hand down her back. Her hands traveled down, working on unbuttoning his shirt. When she was done, she opened his shirt, letting her cool hands rest on his abs.

His core tightened at the touch of her chilly fingertips. She bit her lip, feeling her body heat up when seeing his torso flex before her. She caught herself staring before slapping herself gently across the face.

“Hey now. Don’t do that to your pretty face.” He grabbed her hands, holding them to his chest before letting them go and poking her cheeks. “You gotta take care of yourself and your body. Be gentle to it. Cherish it.”

“I know. You’ve taught me that best.” She nodded, holding his face in her hands before pecking his lips. “I love you.”

“I love you m-“ Eden quickly shushed him by pressing her lips to his. She pushed the clothing off his shoulders, pulling his arms out of the sleeves and throwing it somewhere in the room. His palms rested on her bare thighs, looking up at her with lustful eyes.

Her finger traced the outlines of his abs, Eden leaning in close to his ear and whispering. “Can I mark you?”

He nodded his head quickly, his eyes shimmering as if it’s something he waited his whole life for.

“Are you sure?” She asked. “It’ll be somewhere only I can see.”

“Go ahead.” Seokmin smirked, his finger playing with the lace outline on her panties.

The two frowned upon hickeys because of their job, even if it was something they always wanted to do. But Eden wanted to do so much more for him than what she received the night before.

She began leaving fleeting kisses all over his upper half. First she started on his face. His forehead, both cheeks, nose, chin, each side of his jawline, his earlobes, before moving down to his neck. She then kissed his neck, the spot behind his ear, his throat, and landed on his collarbones.

He felt all the hairs on his body stand up, anticipating her every move.

Eden grabbed his hand, pulling his arm away from his body and pressing her lips to his shoulder. She kissed his muscles, eyeing the visible vein that was practically calling her name. She dragged her tongue, following the vein down to his inner arm. Then she kissed his elbow, his forearm, then his wrist before her lips landed on the palm of his hand, kissing each finger and every crevice in between.

Something about it was so sweet to him, but also so erotic. She repeated the exact same thing on his other arm, finishing by bringing his wrists together and kissing his knuckles. She held his hands close to her chest, leaning up so her mouth was next to his ear before whispering. “All mine.”

He smiled, feeling his insides bubble with love as he kissed the side of her cheek. “All yours.”

She let him go, stepping back on the floor before climbing onto the bed behind him on her knees. She wrapped her arms around him from behind, kissing his ear and neck as she hugged him.

“I love you so much.” She spoke softly, placing her hand around his neck as her other felt his chest. She had no idea how crazy this was making him, but he loved it so much that he couldn’t stop her.

“I love you-“ He whined as she pinched one of his nipples between her fingers. She was surprised to feel him shudder and giggle underneath her.

“Too much?” She snorted, letting go of him.

“I think I’m ticklish there.” He laughed, leaning his head back to look up at her.

She smiled, playing with his ears before taking her hands back and setting them on his shoulders. When she finally heard a groan from him, she lowered her head down so her mouth was level with his shoulder blades. She closed her mouth down on the lowest point and began sucking. Her hand slid to his front, feeling the outline of his abs with her palm.

She can’t remember the last time she gave a hickey, if at all. She removed her lips from his back, letting it go with a pop and seeing the bruise begin to form on his tanned skin. She felt very accomplished all of a sudden.

“No one can see them here, right?” She circled her finger around the mark, moving on to leaving another one on the opposite side.

“Mhm.” He hummed, placing his hand over hers and sighing as she sucked over the first spot again. She felt him relax, eyes widening when hearing him whimper.

Two was enough for her, at least on his back. She climbed off the mattress, standing in front of him as she placed her hands on the bed. She smiled as he looked up at her with lazy lids.

She stroked his cheek with one of her hands, hovering her mouth over his as her tongue wiped over his lip. After all the teasing, Eden finally kissed him, feeling his arms wrap around her.

He pulled her onto his lap, kissing her with a type of desire neither of them experienced before. Her hand gripped his bicep, giving it a squeeze as his hands rested on her legs.

She grabbed his wrist, guiding his hand to rest atop her bra. Her finger ran over his ring, kissing his cheek as she was starting to feel him grow underneath her. He felt the texture of her garments before his hand reached higher, tracing the dip of her collarbones and the curve of her neck.

“So beautiful.” He whispered to himself, kissing her throat as she threw her head back, closing her eyes as she let herself drown in him.

She loved the feeling of his lips on her skin, feeling the residue of his lip balm he applied hours ago. She almost forgot that she was the one treating him.

She gripped onto his shoulders, helping herself stand to her feet as she gave him one last kiss on his forehead before reaching down to his belt. She fumbled with it for a few seconds before tossing it, unbuttoning and pulling the zipper down. She pulled the bottoms off his waist, laughing as he had to shimmy out of them. The back of his legs hit the bed, leaning back on his hands while looking up at her.

She closed the distance between them, starting at the very top of his head. She brushed his hair out of his face to kiss him on the forehead, each side of his cheeks and roughly on the lips. She didn’t want to leave any part of him untouched.

She left wet kisses on his torso, showing extra love to his tummy that even he knew she couldn’t get enough of. “You’re so perfect.”

He covered his mouth with the back of his hand, blushing as she sank to her knees, kissing his hips before looking up at him seductively. What he didn’t expect was for her to continue her shower of kisses on his thighs.

He was surprised when he felt her sucking a spot right underneath where his boxers ended, leaning his head back and biting his lip. She was quite proud seeing her work develop right before her eyes. She switched to his other thigh, kissing his mole and sucking a spot right above it so she didn’t take the attention away from his beauty marks.

“Do you think this was a good spot?” She smirked, patting the hickeys before standing up, climbing into his lap and being met with his flustered face. He wrapped his arms around her making sure she didn’t fall backwards, the pads of his fingers pressing into her skin.

“I wish you could do more.” He frowned, resting his chin on her chest as he looked up at her.

“Trust me, I wish I could do more too.” She chuckled, lifting her leg and setting it down in the middle of his legs as she sat on his right thigh.

She held his face, kissing him passionately while feeling their tongues come in contact briefly. She pushed herself down on his thigh, pressure being applied to her warmth perfectly.

He kneaded his fingers into her hip, the aching becoming incredibly uncomfortable in his boxers.

Unbeknownst to him, she was finally pursuing all her fantasies that had to do with his thighs. Anytime he would wear those damned shorts that were so high up on his legs, she couldn’t stop herself from staring. And most times he would be wearing shorts around her, not pants.

She moaned against his lips, pulling away from him and letting her head fall back as her hips grinded themselves onto his thigh. He held her firmly against his leg, reaching up to leave kisses on her jaw. The friction alone would be enough to send her over the edge.

He brushed her hair behind her shoulder, scattering airy kisses across her chest before he decided to bounce his leg out of nowhere.

A high pitched whimper came out of her, stopping her movements as she pressed her forehead against his shoulder to collect herself. He smirked, turning his head to peck her temple.

“Sorry.” She breathed, her hand resting on his chest as she tried to gain her composure back.

“Why are you apologizing?” He rubbed his hand up and down her back, furrowing his eyebrows.

“I just— I can't tell you how many times I’ve thought about doing this.”

He felt himself getting harder with how close her hips and legs were to his cock. He licked his lips before kissing her. “Really now?”

She nodded, dipping her head into the crook of his neck to save herself the embarrassment.

“How come we’re only doing something about it now?”

“I thought it was a bit weird and didn’t want to turn you off.”

He shook his head, smiling at her. They were in the same boat. He had thoughts about this too but was too shy to ever act on it.

“You could never.” He kissed her again. “I want you in every way, every aspect possible. There’s nothing you could do to turn me off.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.” His hands traveled lower, placing them on her thighs as his fingers occasionally crossed over her lacy panties.

He exhaled happily, the corners of his lips curving into a smile. “My pretty girl.” He stroked her cheek, Eden closing her eyes and melting into his touch. She placed her hand over his, taking his other and pressing her lips to the inside of his wrist.

“You look so stunning, I almost don’t want to take these off.” He hooked his finger under her bra strap, feeling the fabric of the garments and paying close attention to each detail.

“We don’t have to just yet.” She leaned in closer to him, her voice sultry in his ear. “Tonight is all about you after all.” She began to grind her hips back and forth on his thigh, getting as much friction as possible. He gripped onto her hips, pulling her down gently before eyeing her chest again. He kissed just underneath the gold chain he bought her, dragging his lips over the tops of her breasts.

She moaned softly, feeling her panties rub against her clit. Seokmin squeezed his fingers around her bra, watching her face for her reaction.

He inhaled sharply as her hand landed on the dent in his boxers, stopping what he was doing completely. He was so hard that it was painful for him.

A part of her wanted to apologize, but she stopped herself and palmed him outside his boxers. She kissed his ear before looking down at his lap.

Her hand traveled lower, stopping at his thigh, pushing his boxers up a bit higher and subconsciously poking the mole on his thigh. She smiled after realizing what she had done. “They really are everywhere.”

He got flustered, feeling his pelvis twitch underneath her. “I guess you really did take your time with me.”

She shook her head as she laughed. He would never let her forget what she said about his moles, and quite frankly, it made most sense to him. It was such an important and romantic milestone in their relationship.

She gestured to him to scoot up on the bed, smiling as his eyes stayed on hers. She hovered over him, kissing him with enough intensity before she pecked her way down his chest and pressed her lips around one of his nipples. She trailed her kisses further down his stomach.

She hooked her fingers around his boxers, pulling them down and watching his cock spring free. He was already so hard, laying flat against the bed as she removed his boxers completely.

She kissed the sensitive skin where his head met his shaft, holding him gently in her hands before she wrapped her mouth around him. His hips bucked forward, Eden putting one of her hands down on his hips firmly to restrain him. She tried to take all of him, hearing him sputter almost inaudible curses when she felt him hit the back of her throat, tears threatening to leave her eyes.

She removed him from her warm lips to breathe, pumping him and dragging her tongue along the underside of his cock. She looked up to reassure herself that she was doing something correctly. Her insides were set aflame when she watched him clench his jaw, whimpering while breathing through his nose. And then his core tightened, cheeks flushing red as his eyes met hers.

"Eden…” He moaned gently, tipping his head back. His voice was hoarse and his breathing was hard and fast. Eden sucked on his head lovingly while moving up and down his shaft. She bobbed her head for a while more, drowning in the sounds of his sighs and sweet moans. His vision was blurry as he tried to focus it on her, her eyes half lidded as she pumped his cock, feeling him twitch in her hands.

“E–” He tapped her wrist, looking down at her and she knew he was close. She gave him one last stroke before her warm mouth let him go with a pop. And then she kissed her way back up to his face.

He was out of breath, using all the restraint left in him to hold on a bit longer. He wouldn’t let himself come just by her hand because it would be entirely worth it in the end when they finished together.

He looked up at her in time for Eden’s pink lips to connect with his own. Her kiss was as sweet as it was deep. She kissed his chin, hovering above him with a smile. “You okay?”

“I’m amazing.” He let out a breathy laugh, running his finger down her spine. “Just give me a second.”

“Of course.” She kissed his shoulder, letting him catch his breath. The lace of her bra pressed against his chest, Eden’s hand coming up to stroke his cheek while her lips left a trail on his neck. “Happy birthday, my love.”

“Pre-birthday, you mean.” He wiggled his brows, snorting as she chuckled. She leaned into him, her lips capturing his perfectly.

His hands tangled their way into her hair, pulling her closer as their hearts beat together. She parted her lips, Seokmin taking the lead and brushing his tongue against hers.

She pushed herself up with her hands, the man following close behind her as he cupped her cheek with his hand and rested the other at her waist. He pressed his fingers into her hip, in awe at how soft and delicate she was beneath him. She completely ignored his member poking at her inner thigh as they made out.

It was like gravity was pulling her away from him as she broke their kiss, needing to come up for air but not wanting to be away from him for even a second. She panted against him, smiling as his focus kept drifting between her eyes and lips.

“I’m so in love with you.” He whispered, wrapping his arms around her tightly.

She kissed the tip of his nose, holding his face in her hands. “And I am also very much in love with you.” Even though it pained her, she took his arms off of her, getting up from the bed to grab a condom.

Once she returned, she carefully removed it from the foil, turning his chin up so they made eye contact. Her eyes never once left his as she rolled the condom down his length, watching as his tongue swiped across his bottom lip and she knew she needed him as soon as possible.

She got up from the bed briefly to remove her panties, leaving her bra since he clearly showed an interest in her lingerie. She wasn’t going to completely rob him of the sight and she felt confident like this.

He sat up, holding his palm open as she took his hand and straddled his lap. He extended his arm outwards, hers following his as she leaned in to kiss him. Her other arm wrapped around his neck, her hips subconsciously grinding against his as they continued to kiss each other.

She let go of his hand, reaching between them to align his cock with her entrance. He pressed his lips to the soft skin of her chest as she placed her hands on his shoulders for leverage.

She exhaled slowly, sinking down on him as a cry escaped her mouth. She’d never get over how good it felt for her to be on top. Nonetheless, she still felt full and had to give herself a second to adjust.

He bit down with his jaw, letting his head rest on her chest while hugging her close. She was nearly out of breath by the time she had completely taken all of him. Her eyelids were heavy with lust, brushing her fingers through his hair at the base of his neck. She cupped his cheeks with her hand, pointing his gaze to her as she looked down at him. She swallowed before letting out a sigh, kissing him as her hips started to roll back and forth against his.

She moaned when feeling his cock graze all of her sensitive spots. She wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers digging into his skin as she used the strength in her knees to lift herself up and down again.

It was difficult for their lips to lock given how much Eden was moving, but they both enjoyed every stroke as much as the other did. She whimpered, feeling him help her out so she wasn’t completely doing all the work. She would not have minded.

He gripped her waist, assisting her by lifting her hips up and pulling them back down against his cock harshly.

“Oh- god.” She threw her head back, rolling herself back and forth to repeat the cycle. She felt so warm, her thighs wanting to squeeze him closer. But she remembered just what her goal was.

She swallowed, breathing heavily before she pressed on his chest, pushing him down so he was laying flat on the bed. He looked both shocked and aroused at the sudden dominance from her. He laid back, completely helpless at the very hands of her. He rested his hands gently on her thighs, groaning as she felt so tight around him.

She kept her palms flat on his abdomen to support herself. She knew she could topple over at any second with the way he was stimulating her. She wanted to hang on as long as she possibly could.

She could tell he was doing the same. When she felt his knees raise, she leaned forward so her body was flushed against his. His feet sat flat on the bed as she bounced herself forward. Her hands came up to hold his face, reaching down to kiss him and keep themselves steady. She cried against his lips, her head dipping to the crook of his neck when feeling that knot grow in her stomach.

“S…Seok-” He suddenly wrapped his arms around her tightly, beginning to fuck up into her. A moan got caught in her throat, instead coming out as a bellow when he started snapping his hips up. It brought tears to her eyes from how amazing it felt. She tried covering her mouth, afraid that she was being way too hold when being that close to his ear.

She struggled to lift herself up with her hands, hearing their skin slapping together as she looked down at him. She scattered kisses over his face, wherever her lips could manage to stay put for a split second as he pushed up into her.

“Please, I’m gonna…” She pleaded, gasping when feeling him hit her deepest parts.

“Do you feel good?” He whispered, pressing his fingers into the small of her back.

She could have come from his words alone. It definitely sped up the process, almost sending her over the edge.

“Yes… So close.”

“Hold on, baby.” Seokmin locked his arm around her waist, using the other to flip her onto her back. He had more control this way, guiding her legs around him.

She hooked her arms underneath his, her nails scratching at his back as she moaned into his shoulder. He pushed into her faster this time, his lips swallowing her sounds as he neared his climax.

He thrusted into her a pace that even she couldn’t keep up with. He pushed his fingers into her hip, spilling into the condom more and more as he rutted against her. She was sure to have bruises in the morning.

He exhaled heavily, catching his breath before he realized that Eden didn’t come yet. He kissed her neck, lifting her thigh higher to her chest as he continued to fuck her. “I’ll get you there, baby.”

“God…” She squeezed her eyes shut upon feeling his thumb on her clit. For a second, she feared how she would look underneath him as her orgasm ripped through her. She knew she was going to feel it unlike any other time.

She arched her back off the bed, pressing her clothed chest to his as her walls clenched around his cock. Her body tried to run away from him, but it was no use as she came hard. She gasped before yelping, her legs spasming as she entered an atmosphere made just for her. Her very own little world.

By the time she came to, her breaths had slowed and her mouth had dried. The sheets were covered over her body, her eyes squinting as she looked beside her to see her boyfriend on his stomach, kissing her arm.

In her time away from the Earth, he managed to discard his condom and wipe their sweat off both of their bodies. He was massaging her hands, occasionally leaving kisses on her knuckles as he waited for her to return to him.

“E? You okay?” He shifted himself closer to her, pressing his lips to her bare shoulder. Eden’s entire body felt like jello. She managed to lift her hand, ruffling her fingers through his hair with the nod of her head.

“You had me worried there for a second.” He lifted himself up with his hands, leaving a kiss on her forehead. “Can I get you anything?”

She turned herself on her side, knowing she was too flimsy to get up and do it herself. “Water?” She whispered.

“You got it.” He kissed her temple, pulling the sheets higher up on her body as he got off the bed and left the room.

She wasn’t sure how long he was gone, but it seemed to her out the door he went and came back in immediately with two glasses of water. She used her hand to push herself up, wrapping the sheet tightly around her as Seokmin sat on the edge of the bed beside her.

He had The shorts on, handing the glass to her as he watched her like a hawk. She gulped half of the glass down, feeling refreshed the second water hit her tongue. She was among the living again.

“Better?” He sipped on his water, rubbing his hand up and down her arm.

She chuckled, nodding as she secured the sheet under her arms and covered her face with one hand. “Wow.”

He got up to set his glass down in the nightstand, holding her close to his body before kissing the top of her head.

She looked up at him with a smile. “How did you like your birthday present?”

He choked on a shy laugh, blowing air past his lips as he scratched his neck. She adored how red his cheeks were and how shy he got all of a sudden.

“Best birthday ever.” He smiled with her face in his hands, leaning down to kiss her all over.

“Really?” She sounded unsure. “It kind of felt like you were stealing my thunder.”

He furrowed his brows, shaking his head as he moved closer to her lips. “It was all you, baby.”

Her stomach did a cartwheel, causing her cheeks to flush. Then she let out a yawn, surprised as he covered her mouth with the palm of his hand to tease her.

She nudged his arm with her pinky, letting her take another big gulp of her water. She set it down on the nightstand, laying flat against the mattress as he sat on his side of the bed.

“Seok?”

He hummed, leaning over on one arm to be closer to her. “Yeah?”

“Let’s use the projector at least once before we leave.” She smiled. He had completely forgotten that there was a projector included in their airbnb. They were just so caught up with each other that they had no time for anything else.

“Oh right!” He widened his eyes, shooting out of bed as he started searching for the device. Eden managed to tour the entire house when they first arrived as he slept. She interrupted him digging through drawers and looking under things as she told him where she saw it.

He went to where he told her, finding the projector and coming back to set it up. When everything was situated, Seokmin flipped off the lights and felt accomplished when seeing the wall light up perfectly. He joined her back in bed, handing the remote to her.

“What do you wanna watch?” He asked her as they both started flipping through all the streaming apps.

They picked three titles to start out with, one being an English rom-com that she grew up hearing so much rave about.

“I’ve never seen this one. But everyone says it’s a classic.” She looks over at him to make sure he’s interested in watching it too.

“Let’s watch it.” He smiles, covering himself with the blanket and stretching his arm out across her pillow. With no hesitation, she pressed play and made sure the subtitles were on for him before putting the remote down between them and cuddling into his chest.

Eden ran her fingers down his stomach before looking up at him. His fingers tap danced along her arm as he noticed her looking at him. He met her gaze, his lips curling upwards as he squeezed her tighter.

“I love you. So much.” She tried leaning her neck as far as she could, puckering lips until he reached down, grabbing her chin and kissing her.

“I love you. Thank you.” He ran his thumb along her bottom lip. She felt herself blush again, breaking away as she laid her cheek down on his chest.

She felt wide awake just a moment ago, but now she felt herself fading more and more as the movie played on. She kept being stirred away at his momentary laughs to the scenes, forcing herself to follow along even though she had no idea what was going on.

It was usually Seokmin falling asleep during movie nights, but now it was her. And she made a mental note to rewatch the movie with him at a later time so she wouldn’t feel guilty about him watching it by himself. Except he knew she kept dozing and didn’t say anything. It only made their time together more special. Days where they could just lay down and watch movies as they fight off sleep.

“Seok?” She muttered, her hand flat against his abdomen.

“Yes?”

“You know we still have to take advantage of the tub one last time before we leave, right?” She was certain he already knew of this fact. Still, she wanted to remind him.

He covered his mouth before snorting, laughing at her half-awake statement. “Of course, I know.”

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thefallennightmare · 2 years ago

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Moment of Weakness-twenty seven

*credit to whoever created the gif. found on google/Pinterest *

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, affair, cheating, violence.

Summary: Reader is the assistant to New York's most feared mob boss, James Buchanan Barnes. He had the picture-perfect life: status in the mob, friends, and beautiful wife. So why can't he keep his mind and eyes off of reader?

Author's Note: Not going to lie, I really liked writing Bucky like this; vulnerable.

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My sad sigh echoed through the room as I turned over in bed, pulling the blanket up to my chin. I snuggled closer into the mattress hoping it would bring me the warmth that I had seeking, the last few days being the reason why.

Ever since the night at the club a few days ago, Bucky had been distant with me. He decided on working from home, having all of his meetings in his office here. When that would happen, he would make sure that I would be locked safely in my room with Steve on the other side of the door. Neither of them were going to let anything happen to me.

I tried to talk with Bucky but he had been very short every time and did his best to lock himself either in his room or office. At first, I couldn’t help but wonder if I did something to upset him but with his reassuring words from this morning, I knew that I was overthinking things.

“I promise it’s not you, doll. I’ve got a lot on my mind right now.”

It also had been a few days since our meeting with Zemo and yet, no word on when Clint and Natasha were returning to the states. Sam reassured me that it would take some time but they had to come back eventually.

I groaned while smacking the mattress beneath me, sleep being too far to grasp, so I checked my phone to see that it wasn’t even midnight, meaning I had a long night ahead of me with no sleep. My fingers then worked out a quick message to Bucky.

Hey, are you awake? I’m having trouble sleeping and thought maybe we could hang out and talk?

When a few minutes passed with no response, I decided on going to his room to see if he was alright. My feet dragged along that carpeted hallway as I closed the distance to Bucky’s room and noticed that his door was already opened.

“Bucky?” I called out while knocking on the door.

His room was empty, untouched as if he hadn’t stepped foot inside of it in weeks. There was only one other room that he could have been in.

I quickly descended down the stairs and took the first left turn and walked down the long hallway towards his office. Even with the door closed, I could hear the muffled sounds of the television and see the blue light from it spilling into the hallway from underneath the door.

My knuckles smacked against the wood of the door as I opened it, his name falling from my lips yet again.

He raised from the floor with a start, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath he took as the sweat glistened across his forehead. The blanket was draped across his lap, the bareness of his top half catching my eye right away. But my eyes only drank in his skin for a moment when I realized where he was laying.

On the hard ground, the only sort of comfort was another thin blanket.

“I’m so sorry if I scared you,” I apologized while biting my bottom lip, guilt filling me.

Bucky let out a deep breath. “Are you alright?”

I nodded. “Yeah, I was wondering where you were since you weren’t in your room.”

“Oh, yeah.” He yawned while rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “I haven’t slept in there for awhile.”

“So you decide to sleep on the floor of your office?” I raised a brow.

Bucky rubbed the back of his neck. “It was only for tonight, I fell asleep watching T.V.”

I nodded while humming and closed the distance between us, him still opting to sit on the floor. The blue glow of the television casted over him, enhancing the way his vibranium arm looked.

“Do you want to tell me the real reason why you’re not sleeping in your bed?” I asked while looking down at him.

“Ever since I found out about Natasha lying about the pregnancy, I haven't been able to sleep in my bed,” Bucky said with a sad sigh. “Before you started staying here, I was sleeping in the room you’re in now.”

My heart stung with guilt, hearing that me being here caused him to kick him out of his bed.

“I can go stay at a hotel or with Steve.”

“No,” Bucky quickly said, fingers tracing softly against the skin of my calf. “I want you to stay here, okay?”

All I did was nod, the guilt still heavy on my heart when I noticed how tired he looked under the glow of the television. The bags under his eyes were heavy and dark, an indication that he had trouble sleeping for a while.

“Why have you been avoiding me?”

Bucky’s shoulders dropped while his hands slid up my legs to wrap around my back, pulling me closer to him. He rested his cheek against my stomach while I began to run my fingers through his hair.

“I didn’t mean too, doll. I’ve been dealing with finding out that Natasha was seeing Clint on the side,” Bucky admitted. “It made the guilt I felt about everything even heavier than it already was.”

“Do you want some more space?” I asked, ready to walk away.

But that only made him tighten his grip on me.

“No, please stay.”

I nodded, fingers still working through his hair. “You have every right to feel hurt but you also can't forget that she did the same thing. I think in the end, the marriage was doomed regardless."

Bucky left a soft kiss on my stomach which caused the butterflies to flutter, the folds between my legs that were inches from his face burning with desire.

“If this was how she felt when she found out about us, I’m even more of a jackass,” Bucky let out a shaky breath.

“Oh, Bucky,” I sighed.

He looked up at me with tired eyes and I could feel myself crumbling in his grasp. I couldn’t be mad at the fact that he was hurting with finding out about Clint and Natasha, it was something he needed to deal with. However, going through it alone was making it harder for him.

“Come on,” I unwrapped his arms from me but laced our fingers together.

“Where?” Bucky questioned while raising to his feet.

“You’re exhausted. You need to sleep on an actual bed.” I cupped his cheek.

He left a soft kiss on my palm. “I don’t want to kick you out, doll.”

“You’re not,” I shook my head. “We're both going to sleep in the bed together. It’s big enough.”

The smile that slowly appeared on his lips warmed my heart.

“Just to sleep, okay?”

I warned while pointing a finger and Bucky made a show of making a cross over his heart, a silent way to say he would only sleep.

The smile on his lips pulled high at the corners causing his eyes to crinkle. “I don’t think you realize how much I need this.”

My smile matched his and began to pull him along, back to bed but he halted almost right away.

“Do you want me to change?”

It was then that I noticed he was only wearing very tight black briefs, the fabric hugging his cock just right. I wet my lips at the sight, memories of us linking together in the sheets being brought back.

“Doll?”

Bucky’s voice made me tear my eyes away from his lower half and my cheeks reddened but still answered him.

“No, you’re fine. As long as you don’t mind me wearing an old, raggedy, boy band shirt?” I pulled at the bottom of the shirt that stopped above my knees.

He gave me a warm smile. “Not at all, Y/N.”

Our bodies were back-to-back, both of us laying this way for the last couple hours. Sleep had become foreign but neither of us dared to say a word, in case the other was asleep. Until I felt the bed shift behind me and warm breath across the back of my neck.

“Doll, are you awake?”

I hummed in response, eyelids shut yet wide awake.

Bucky’s voice was gentle in the large space of the room as he spoke. “You can say no but would it be alright if we held each other? I need some sense of security."

The vulnerability that coated his voice broke my heart so I turned over to face him, however sucked in a breath when I realized how close we were. His lips were so close to mine and I knew that if I titled mine up at the right angle, I could feel his once again.

I didn’t.

With no words said, I wrapped my arms around him and brought his head down to my chest, his vibranium arm immediately grasping my hip. His face buried deep into the crook of my neck and I felt every inch of me ignite under his touch. With my fingers scratching his scalp and my leg over his own hip, Bucky’s soft snores filled the room and I felt his body relaxing into me.

I placed a kiss on top of his head. “Good night, Bucky.”

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specialagentlokitty · 1 year ago

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Mr Evershed x student!reader - not just mindless anger

Heyyy! Is it possible to request a Mr Evershed x student!reader where the reader has really bad anger issues and Evershed is the only person who can sort of figure out why? Thanksssss - Anon💜

Sitting on the chairs outside reception, you balled you hands into fists, jaw clenched as you listened to the two teachers speak.

“You both know we don’t tolerate any kind of violence here.” Mrs Carter said.

“But they started it miss, they hit me!” The other student huffed.

“It doesn’t matter who started it, you shouldn’t have raised your hands back.” Mr Evershed said.

You glared harshly at the floor.

“We have seen the footage, and we know it was some sort of verbal debate gone wrong, and we will be reprimanding (Y/N) for their behaviour, but you will also spend the rest of the day in isolation.”

The other student tried to argue, but soon realised it wasn’t going to change anything and stormed away to isolation.

“We will be calling somebody to come pick you up and you will be suspended for the rest of the week.” Mrs Carter said sternly.

You said nothing as she walked away.

Mr Evershed leant back against the reception desk, setting the radio down.

“Do you want to explain your side of the story? You haven’t said a word this entire time.”

You said nothing.

“(Y/N) this is serious you hit another student. You’re going to be suspended and eventually expelled for this.”

“Because it’s my fault right? Because you’re all just going to believe what one student has to say because I have a reputation?” You snapped.

You glared at Mr Evershed and stood up.

“Because it’s always my fault right?! I’m always going to be the one to blame!”

“Calm down.” He warned.

“Scared I’ll hit you too?” You mocked.

You clenched your fists, and you stared at him.

“I’m not saying this is your fault, but I am saying what I saw, and I saw you hit another student in the face multiple times. Not only that but you broke a door as well as destroyed numerous books.”

“Why the fuck would I waste my time destroying your books?!”

“Watch your language. You were the last person in that classroom and everything was fine when you teacher left.”

“I didn’t fucking do it!”

Turning around, you slammed your fist into the wall with a yell, cracking the wall, splitting your knuckles at the same time.

“Fuck all of you!”

With that you stormed out, throwing the door open as hard as you could, making it bounce back and slam closed with a loud bang.

You jumped over the fence and began to wonder, trying to do anything to calm yourself down.

Mr Evershed sighed, looking at the minor damage you had done to the wall.

You lashed out a few times over the past few months, but he had noticed as time went on you seemed to be lashing out in anger more and more.

He wanted to get to the bottom of it, but everybody he spoke to said the same things, you were just problematic.

You of course stayed away from the school for the duration of the rest of the week, but you didn’t seemed bothered about coming in for your meeting, or the following week.

It wasn’t until nearly two weeks later did you show back up at school, late.

“Well it’s good to see you, can we have a chat?” Mr Evershed asked.

“No.”

You walked away, but you never went to your lessons.

He did want to try and reach out to you, offer you some sort of support and try to figure out what was going on, but you wouldn’t let him.

You kept everybody away, and the anger got worse and worse until eventually you just stopped turning up to school.

He tried to reach out, but was met with no response.

So he did the next thing he could, which was go around to the spots the school had often been informed that you were hanging out at.

And he finally found you in a quiet cafe, head in your arms as a staff member sat opposite you.

“You know running away from your problems won’t solve them.” She said.

“Maybe not, but makes it easier.”

“But getting angry at everything? You can’t keep going on like that, there’s people who want to help you if you just let them. Not everything has to be all or nothing.”

You sighed, sitting up.

Your eyes drifted to the door and Mr Evershed smiled, walking over to you.

“Are you ready to talk now?” He asked.

The woman smiled at you, stepping aside and he sat down.

“You’ve been gone a while, I was worried something had happened to you.”

“Clearly I fine, you can leave now.”

“Hey, be nice.” The woman whispered.

You grumbled a little, slouching down in your chair as you took a sip from your milkshake.

“Are you ready to come back into school?”

You said nothing, instead you pulled your phone out and began to scroll through it.

“I’m trying to help you (Y/N), I really am, but I can’t help you if you’re not willing to work with me and help me help you.”

You stayed quiet.

“I know you’re not an aggressive person, and that you wouldn’t hurt anybody just for the sake of hurting somebody.”

“What do you know? It’s you’re job to teach so shut up.”

“Maybe it is my job to teach, but it’s also part of my job to help and support my students.”

You glanced up from your phone, then went back to looking at it.

“Alright, well how is your hand doing? Did you get it looked at?”

“No, but it doesn’t hurt anymore so.”

You showed him a dodgy looking bandage and he shook his head.

“That won’t help at all, come on, we’ll go get you looked at.”

“No.” You snapped.

He raised his hands.

“How about we book you a doctors appointment instead?”

You slammed your hand into the table.

“I said no!”

“Calm down.” He said softly.

You dropped yourself back into your chair and picked your phone up again.

He was getting to the bottom of your anger issues slowly, he could tell that you didn’t like hospitals or doctors.

“Let me see your hand.”

“Why?”

“So I can fix that bandage up properly.”

You held out your hand so he could unbandage it and look at the dark bruising on your knuckles.

“This looks new.”

You shrugged a bit.

“Punched a wall at my therapists office.”

“Any reason why?”

“Cause he’s an asshole.”

He sighed.

“You can’t go around swearing at people and hitting everything. You were doing so well.”

He tied the bandage together and you took your hand back, looking at him.

“I’ve been getting reports from your therapist and doctors saying you haven’t been taking your medication to manage your emotions.”

“What’s the point in taking them? They make everything feel so numb and pointless…”

Mr Evershed nodded his head.

“Can you explain it to me?”

You began to explain everything to him, about the medication and how it made the world so dull and boring for you.

He carefully listened to what you were saying.

“Does anything trigger the anger?”

“Sometimes it just gets bad again, sometimes my therapist pisses me, sometimes it’s something someone does. I don’t know.”

“What was it this time?”

You glanced at him and said nothing.

“(Y/N)?”

“It was just getting bad again..”

He nodded.

“Well, how about you come back to school, and we’ll see what we can do for you.”

“What’s the point?”

“The point is you still need an education, and i need somebody to join the rugby team.”

“You seriously think that’s smart?”

He smiled.

“Of course I do, it’ll be a good way to get your anger out. It’s that or boxing.”

You thought for a moment.

“Boxing.”

“Come on then.”

He got up, heading to the door and you grabbed your milkshake so you could follow him.

Mr Evershed was slowly getting to understand you, and he was going to figure out how to help you because he had a feeling there was much more to you than just mindless anger

#ackley bridge #ackley bridge imagine #ackley bridge x reader #ackley bridge x you #mr evershed #mr evershed x reader #mr evershed imagine #mr evershed x you

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rayelovesfanfictions · 2 years ago

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CARMINE OR CRIMSON

Hannibal Lecter x Reader

Word Count: 1,209

Summary: You stayed over at Hannibal's place to spend the night because your car broke down. Thankfully, Hannibal is generous enough to prepare you a guest room and a cup of tea before going to bed.

Author's Note: I wrote this idea at 1 am on a school day and I continued writing it at school... Did not regret it :)

You slid the shower door open. A swift stream of wind greeted your freezing body, alerting you to cover yourself with a towel. But you stepped out of the shower first, stomping lightly at the mat to dry up your feet. After all, you didn’t want to leave Hannibal’s tidy bathroom wet. Your eyes scanned the room, searching for the towel Hannibal leaves for you. Turns out it was beside you the whole time, hanging hopelessly on the rack. You grabbed it. Wrapping it around your body, you can’t help but get a sniff of his detergent. His scent was surrounding you, almost hypnotizing you. You shook your head, trying to snap out of your wild thoughts.

Hannibal suddenly calls out your name, his voice sounded muffled inside the bathroom you are in. “Are you done?”

“Yes, almost done!” you screamed as you took a good look at yourself in the mirror before getting out.

“I’ll prepare the tea,” Hannibal continued.

“Oh, Doctor, you shouldn’t have!”

“Please, call me Hannibal, sweetheart.”

You shrugged, releasing a sigh. “You’ve put me in so many trouble already, Hannibal,” you replied, stressing his name purposely.

“I’m still making the tea.” You could hear him smiling.

He is always undefeatable around you. But you still believe he deserves at least a little break. Imagine waking up in the middle of the night by a person ringing your bell, only to have a woman by your door asking you to stay for the night because her car broke down. You were being such an asshole, but you couldn’t return home by walking in the middle of the night. It didn’t leave you with any choice.

You walked out of the bathroom, leading you back to the guest room Hannibal got you. A pair of big pajamas his size was already there for you at the bed, sitting soundly, waiting to be worn. A soft chuckle escaped your lips. Was it the nice gesture? The size being too big? Either way, you couldn’t identify what you’re chuckling at.

Without wasting any more time, you took the pajamas and put them on. The soft fabric falls lightly upon your shoulder, stretching down where your collar bone is visible to the eyes. And don’t forget about the bottoms on your legs where the long cloth kisses the floor.

A Carmine hairbrush at the nightstand caught the edge of your eyes. You slowly approach it as you ponder around. Did he prepare it for you or was it already there? No matter what Hannibal’s intention was, you still take it to groom your tangled, damped hair by the mirror at the massive dressing table.

The sound of creaking holds your attention. You took a peek at the door by looking at the reflection on the mirror. It was Hannibal, he came in with a tray of two cups of tea on top. But when his eyes meet yours, his whole movement freezes.

He gulped, eyeing everywhere out of embarrassment. “I apologize, I should’ve knocked first.” He eventually exits, but you stop him.

“Hey, it’s all right, Hannibal,” you called, manage to stop his tracks. “Please, come inside. It’s your home, after all.”

He smiled at your remark. After standing there for a few seconds, he decides to come in.

Hannibal places the tray down a set of drawers as he studies your appearance. You were trying to avoid his stare from the reflection on the mirror, steering clear of his sense of judgment that only makes your head spin.

“I should’ve given you a smaller size,” he finally said, growing a smile. “I’m sorry. I don’t keep women's clothes around my house.”

The way he says it almost made you question him, but you shake it off with a light smile.

“You know, I’m already thankful that you prepared me some clothes,” you said, finally meeting his gaze from the reflection in the mirror. “I was just about to go to sleep immediately.”

Hannibal smiled. “I must always satisfy my guests.”

He returns to the tray, grabbing one of the steaming cups and handed you the tea. “Fancy a cup?”

You shake your head. “Oh, you.” You place the Carmine brush down and receive his offer. “Thank you, Hannibal.” You took a small slurp. The taste of floral and fruttines melts in your tongue, leaving your mouth with a sweet aftertaste.

Your eyes widened in awe. “I’ve always loved Oolong tea,” you said. “Thank you.”

But he didn’t respond. Instead, he took the Carmine brush you set down. As you raise your head to meet his reflection in the mirror, Hannibal holds a handful of your hair and brushes them down gently. You almost choked in your tea.

“Oh, Hannibal, you…” But you were left stuttering at your own speech, puzzled as to what you should tell him.

“Yes?” he responds, not taking his eyes away from brushing your hair. “I’m all ears.”

The way he was so thoughtful in keeping your appearance clean and neat yet was still focused enough to listen to you… It almost distracts you from your own train of thoughts.

“This is Carmine, right?” you asked, finally knowing what to say. He stopped brushing for a second, thinking. “The color of the hairbrush?”

He continued not long after. “Oh, yes,” he answered. “But I have to admit, I never really knew it was Carmine. I always thought it was Crimson.”

You wanted to ask, is that why you gave it to me? Because the color represents passion, love, and affection? But you didn’t dare to leave a comment. Crimson could mean danger or warning too, after all.

“What does the color Carmine symbolize, anyway?” Hannibal asked out of the blue. Was he reading your mind?

“Crime.”

Blaring silence came between your shared gaze. Hannibal smiled.

“Funny,” he said.

You raised a brow. “Is it?” you asked. “How come?”

“Because I always thought the hairbrush represents love and excitement due to the color,” he admits. “It’s bizarre to hear that it means… Crime.”

“I guess it depends on the person,” you said. “I mean, I see Carmine at first. But you?”

It took him a few moments before he finally responded, “Crimson. Always have.”

No more conversing resumes. The silence prolonged, but it wasn’t that blaring type of silence. Nothing but the sound of Hannibal brushing your hair filled the chilly room. And you both seem to find comfort in it.

After your hair appears more neat than before, Hannibal slowed down until he completely stopped. He sets the hairbrush back at the nightstand, but your eyes helplessly follow it. Hannibal chuckled.

“Still wondering whether it’s Carmine or Crimson?” he asked as he approached you, snapping you away from the hairbrush. “You’ll always appear Crimson to me, darling.” He puts his hand on the back of your head as he moves closer, kissing your forehead softly. “Have a good night's sleep. I’ll make breakfast first thing in the morning.”

Hannibal exits the room, leaving you in your spot. Sitting alone with your crazy thoughts, your head burns on unanswered questions. Did he kiss my forehead? Why did he do that? He never does that.

Turns out, Hannibal’s statement was correct. You’re always Crimson to him.

#hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal #hannibal x reader #fanfiction #x reader #reader insert #y/n x reader #doctor hannibal lecter

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visions--of--collisions · 2 months ago

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for @peachaberri who asked for 600 words of something that's just an idea still. here's 600(+) words of the don't look under the bed AU no one else was writing so i said fine i'll do it myself. eventually. a (non-spoilery) plot summary: miles morales returns home from college for the summer to find a strange atmosphere awaiting him: his little sister's night terrors have started up again, and his dad is run ragged with cases of vigilantism in the area. the neighborhood is buzzing with tales of elaborate pranks and weird happenings. when a guy dressed up as spiderman shows up claiming to be billie's imaginary friend, miles is about ready to throw his hands up. but after the strange events go from strange to dangerous, and from dangerous to personal, miles has little choice but to accept hobie brown's help.

EXCERPT: but it's hard to be hard i guess (when you're shaking like a dog) • hobie/miles, supernatural, friendship, angst, romance, psychological, horror; rated: t

“It’s a bloody shame, innit?”

Miles grit his teeth. “Man. Not now.”

To his surprise, Hobie fell silent. He didn’t actually leave; Miles could see his reflection lingering in the mirror at the foot of his bed. Imaginary Friends could cast reflections, who knew? Miles was more concerned about whether they could put a sock in it, personally.

Apparently, the one in his room could.

Miles tossed the pad on his bed and scrubbed at his face. He wasn’t even sure why he was still looking at this point. There was a weird, detached kind of fascination involved with combing through every dedicated sketchbook or drawing pad he’d ever owned and finding gaping holes cut out of every page he’d drawn on, while the blank ones or even the places where he’d scribbled random notes were untouched.

There were weird, dark rings around the edges of each hole, almost like they’d been burned into the pages. He reached out and hesitated with his fingers centimeters above the paper. Something about deliberately touching it gave Miles the kind of stomach-flipping feeling he associated with vertigo. He lowered his arm.

The pages weren’t burnt. He didn’t need to put his hands on them to know it.

Over his shoulder, Hobie was eyeing the books scattered across his bed, arms folded across his chest. “S’it all of them?” he asked, quietly.

Miles sighed. “See for yourself,” he said, gesturing vaguely. He glanced at the binders and notepads that had ended up on the floor and turned his chair; the box where they’d been kept safely for years lay on its side on the rug where he’d dropped it. Miles pulled it towards himself and gingerly gathered up the fallen books, piling them back in.

The vertigo sensation still threatened when he moved too fast, like another one of those holes had opened up in the bottom of his stomach. Maybe there’d been some spores hanging out with the dust motes that sprang up when he opened up the box; maybe he was coming down with something. Maybe he was going into shock. Could finding years of progress, the work of your whole life basically, maliciously destroyed send you into shock?

The ‘C’ in ‘C-PTSD’ stood for ‘complicated,’ Miles was pretty sure.

“What’s the thread, here?” Hobie stared at the old composition book he was holding like it had the secrets of the universe hidden in its few untouched pages. In his hands, it looked smaller and older than Miles remembered. Fragile like a relic, like a memory buried so deep it'd gotten compacted under the weight.

Uncle Aaron got him the Spiderman stickers on the front.

“I don’t get it,” Hobie went on. His eyes were trailing across the drawings on the wall, the silk-screened shirt on Miles’ desk chair. The project on his drafting table absorbed Hobie’s attention for a long minute - long enough that Miles started feeling a little self-conscious about it - before he shook his head. “Everything else is fine, it’s just …?”

“The books. Just the books.” When Hobie glanced at the bedroom door, Miles assured him, “Trust me, I checked. My Dad still pulls out the birthday cards I made him every year. He thinks nobody knows, but …” The fond twinge felt strange, so close to the pit in his stomach. Miles looked over at his phone, thinking about calling his Dad. They’d face-timed on his way home from the diner, Miles doing his best to pretend it was a casual check-in and not a panic-driven impulse to make sure his family was safe because of a literal Boogeyman.

When Hobie showed up in the background of the call, watching him like he knew something was up, the wash of relief Miles felt had caught him off-guard. He’d said he’d watch out for them, and he was. They were okay. And if they weren’t, there was more that Hobie could do to protect them with his freaky magic powers than Miles could. Shy of making live bait out of himself, maybe.

“Morales? Oi. Earth to Brooklyn.” Miles stiffened when he realized he was staring. Hobie was watching him with a grin that lifted one corner of his mouth higher than the other. The light from Miles’ desk lamp bounced off his lip ring. “See something you fancy?”

Maybe relief had been overselling it, Miles decided. He scoffed and hauled himself out of his chair. “‘See sum-ting yew fan-see?’” he parroted, grabbing up the box. “Jeez. I should’ve known you weren’t real. Who talks like that?” Miles hefted it onto the bed, treating Hobie to a hairy eyeball that only made him smile wider, for some reason.

He tugged the box out of Miles’ hands and started putting the books back inside. “I’m real as it gets, I’ll have you know,” Hobie informed him. His arms moved faster and faster until it almost looked like he had eight of them; like Miles was seeing a cartoon motion-blur in real life. A notepad that had ended up at the head of the bed got snatched up without Hobie bending another inch, somehow. Some of the eight arms shuffled the books around until they were better arrayed. Miles blinked and then the lid was covering them, and the box was being eased into his arms. “Don’t forget it, now.”

Miles could’ve sworn the lid had been laying on the floor somewhere. Hobie was still smiling when he looked up at him, but it was a smaller, knowing thing. Belatedly, Miles slipped his arm under the box and braced it against his sternum. “Okay.”

Hobie raised his eyebrows. “‘Okay,’” he echoed. “Cool.” He stepped back and tucked his hands in his pockets.

Miles frowned at the buttons on his vest. He remembered the last time Hobie stood in his room like that, shrugging off the fact that Billie couldn’t (or wouldn’t?) see him anymore. The hole in his gut ached a little, like something had gotten lodged inside. “That wasn’t what I meant to say,” Miles blurted.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

#spiderverse #punkflower #fanfic #asks and things #hobie x miles #sorry about the abrupt cut off but it was gettin' Long #if you know the movie The Twist is probs visible from a mile off but. this idea is near and dear to my heart ngl #and if anyone else wants to write it so i don't have to that is fully okay with me lmfao #🎸🌻

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niallsgoldhoop · 1 month ago

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Chapter Eleven

Niall

"This one?"

Wide, pretty brown eyes stare back at me with no answer.

Again.

"There's got to be at least one here that you like." Looking down at the options, I shake my head. "Come on— Put me out of my misery!"

Cal stares back at me from where he sits in front of the shopping cart loaded down with at least eight million dog toys, nine thousand pounds of dog food, a minimum of six hundred training pads, and at least eight dog beds for around the house.

With everything else picked out, the last thing we needed was a collar and a leash. I'd picked out a few and sat them on the floor thinking that he would get curious and 'pick' which one he wanted, but so far my efforts have been met with the quizzical tilt of his head.

"I give up." Sitting back on my ass, I barely have a second before he barrels over the small space from the cart and stretching the lead we left the vets office with, catapulting himself into my arms and licking my face. "Cal! Fuck!"

A small bark makes a laugh tumble out of my mouth as he makes a couple circles in my lap before plopping down right in the middle, looking up at me with a pink tongue hanging out of his mouth.

Scratching behind his ears, I can't help but feel a tug at the bottom of my chest. When I heard the whimper out on the course the last thing I expected to end up with was my very own dog.

A puppy at that.

One that would require attention and training.

As daunting as it sounds though, the idea of not taking him home with me didn't even really cross my mind.

"I like this one." Reaching through the scattered mess of collars, my fingers wrap around the smooth material before holding it in front of him. "Do you?"

Raising his paw, he bats at it before trying to bite it, which seemed like the only answer I needed.

Picking up my mess and grabbing the matching leash and harness adding them to the cart, I make sure my little best friend was by my side as we made our way to the checkout.

"New dog?"

Looking up, I smile at the woman behind the register. "What would be your first clue?"

"I'm going to go with the training pads— Definitely a dead giveaway." She laughs. "Did you make sure to grab a name tag? There's a lot of options to choose from."

I follow her eyes to the spot behind me loaded down with options.

What seems like a simple task feels monumental as I look over all the colors and shapes, eventually picking the safe route and going for a circular golden tag, one that would easily fit his name and a phone number.

"There's a machine just over there that does the engraving." Taking my card in her hand, the woman looks between me and my overloaded cart. "If you need any help just let me know!"

With a quick nod, the two of us head over to the machine and put everything in to get it made, only to stop and stare at the screen when it asks if I want to put two phone numbers or just one.

I start to just type in mine— But then I think twice about it. Pulling out my phone, I open my text messages and type out a quick message.

Niall

Can I put your phone number on Callaway's tag? Just in case I'm somewhere where I can't be reached?

The reply comes in almost immediately, making my heart rate gallop in my chest.

Wren

Of course. That's my little guy too, whether you like it or not, Niall Horan.

I laugh as I take a quick picture of the way he's looking up at me from between my feet, pink tongue still hanging out.

Niall

He said he wanted to say 'Hi, Mom'.

Wren

Tell him that his dad is crazy.

Wren

But give that cute face a kiss for me.

My fingers go to respond, but the beeping sound from the machine in front of me forces that thought away so that I can punch in my phone number and Wren's, watching as the laser moves across the metal and then deposits the tag into the receiving well.

Grabbing it and putting it in my front pocket, I bend down to pick up my furry friend.

His smooth coat feels soft against my fingertips as he licks the side of my face, a reminder that I need to order Wren some flowers for meeting me at my house last night with a few essentials to get us through the first night.

When we left the vet's office she went and bought dog food, a bed, and some shampoo— nothing too fancy, but enough so that we could get our little guy all cleaned up and fed before we could make it to the pet store.

While I changed out of my ruined, muddy clothes she had already pulled out a couple of bowls and sat on the floor as the small fighter greedily ate his food and lapped up more water that I even thought was possible.

By the time we took him outside and corralled him into the bathroom, he was even more covered in mud and dirt than when we found him.

It didn't take long for us to give him a bath— But it also took half of that time for him to shake water all over both of us.

Even now as I load everything into the back of my car, I can still hear the way Wren laughed as she tried to hide behind me to avoid getting soaked from the water in the bathtub, a failed attempt considering she left my house wearing a pair of my sweats and an old sweatshirt.

Again.

The smile on my face matched the same one I had when I watched her leave.

One that just makes me feel happy.

"Here, let's get this on." Grabbing the collar from one of the bags and sitting in the front seat, I let Cal sit in my lap as I pull off the price tags and slip the shiny new name plate into place before buckling it. "There. Guess that means you're really mine now, don't you think?"

Before I can even scratch behind his ears, his paws land in the middle of my chest as he licks my cheek, making me laugh harder than I have in a long time.

I guess that to him it didn't sound like a bad deal.

I guess he likes the idea of coming home.

Just like I do.

_________

I love live music.

Always have.

So when my friends asked me a few weeks ago if I wanted to go as a group to see an artist we all liked, the answer was easy.

Yes.

Over the years, I've been lucky to keep the same group of friends.

Some of them came from the golf world and some of them didn't. It was nice to have a mix because everyone seemed to get along and really that was all I could ever ask for.

My life was chaotic and it was busy, but I tried my best to carve out time for people.

I almost backed out because I didn't want to leave a puppy alone, but when Rory suggested bringing him over and letting him play with his daughter and their dog, I finally broke down and said yes.

So here I was, drinking Guinness with my closest friends and waiting for the opening act to start and the lights to go down.

"How has work been, Niall?" Elliott asks me. "I know the course has been gearing up for some events."

Nodding, I swallow down the dark beer. "It's great. We've got a great marketing department and they are killing it."

"What he's not telling you is that his girlfriend is in that said marketing department." Rory chimes in, rolling his eyes with a laugh.

Arlo's eyes go wide over the rim of his glass. "I'm sorry— Did he just say girlfriend? You're dating someone and didn't tell us?"

"You're worse than a bunch of teenagers, I swear." I laugh, shaking my head. "Yes, I'm... Dating someone."

I could easily tell them the truth, the reason behind why I've got a girlfriend for the first time in years, but I don't.

"I never thought I'd see the day." Elliott whistles. "Don't forget to invite us to the wedding."

"Tell us about her." Arlo adds. "How did you meet? Where did you meet?"

I ignore the wedding comment— As if.

Instead, I manage to tell them about how we met at the grocery store which isn't a lie.

I realize the more I tell them about her that it feels so natural to talk about her, to brag about her.

So fucking easy.

Even as the lights dim, I tell them about her.

How smart she is.

How funny she is.

How beautiful—

As if talking about her with my friends conjured her up, there she is. Standing with a couple of people, it's like my eyes couldn't look away from her even if I fucking tried.

I'd seen Wren in casual clothes before, but she looked so stunning in her jeans that looked like they were made to fit every curve she owned along with the cut off shirt that revealed the most tantalizing sliver of skin I'd ever seen.

Her dark hair fell in waves around her face and when she turned, the low lights refracted in the diamond— my diamond— hanging off of her neck.

It's like my body disconnects from my brain when I finish my beer in one gulp and toss the tall can into the trash before pushing my way through the crowd of people to get to her.

Halfway through the mass of people, the golden invisible string between us pulls tight, her gaze snapping up to meet mine as her friends laugh about something else behind her. Turning to them, she says something before she matches my pace, pushing through people before meeting me in the middle of the crowded room.

"Hi." Out of breath, she smiles up at me and I'll be damned if it doesn't rival the sunset every night. "What are you doing here?"

A smile of my own soon matched hers. "My friends convinced me to come out."

"What about Cal?" Wren asks as she bites her bottom lip, looking down as if he would magically appear at our feet.

"He's at Rory's. They have a two year old dog they rescued and so I figured they could play, besides it'll help him get more socialized. Besides his daughter is fourteen and has been getting for another dog." With a shrug, I jut my chin in the direction she came from. "What about you? What brings you out here?"

Turning to look over her shoulder, Wren laughs as her friends all make funny faces back at her. "One of my friends really likes the headliner so I agreed to tag along."

We stand in silence for a second, people talking around us and pushing us closer together.

When someone behind her accidentally pushes her a little too hard, her body lurches in my direction and I reach my arms around her waist and tuck her in front of me before telling the guy behind her to watch where he's going.

"Sorry— I guess we're going to end up being stuck together." Her laugh is nervous as she looks over her shoulder at me, those long lashes taunting me. "If you want to leave—"

"No." Stepping even closer behind her, I shake my head. "This is fine."

Catching her bottom lip between her teeth, she just nods before turning to face the stage just in time for the opener to come out, everyone around us screaming and chanting their name.

But I can't focus on anything but the woman in front of me.

As the night goes on, the space that we've put between us becomes less and less and by the time the headlining artist gets into their set, I've lost my mind and I don't really care to find it.

Music thrums around us as people sing and push closer to the stage, my arm wrapping around Wren's waist, the smooth skin of her stomach along my palm making me unable to concentrate on anything else.

Leaning down, my lips brush against the shell of her ear, sending a shiver through her body that I can feel. "Is this okay?"

"Yeah." Her answer is breathy, barely audible, but to me it's like she's screamed it. "It's okay."

Her body relaxes into mine, each dip and curve folding to fit perfectly, driving me out of my mind. When she starts to sway with the music, I groan when her ass brushes against me, my grip growing even tighter. My nose brushes against her temple at the same time that I slip my hand into the front pocket of her jeans, pulling her back into me so there's no room for questions.

"Do you know how good you look, Birdie?" Closing my eyes for a second, I can feel the goosebumps as they travel across her skin beneath my palm. "I'm so tired of pretending you aren't the most infuriatingly stunning person I've ever seen." A whimper falls from her lips just for me to hear, but it travels straight to my groin, making me feel like I've lost all sense of control. "I know this is fake but give me one night— Just a few hours to act like it's not."

Reaching her hand up and cupping the back of my head, I can't help but groan when her nails drag across the skin underneath the few curls at the nape of my neck. "Niall, please."

"Please what?" Dropping my lips from her ear, I let them ghost across the skin of her neck. "Tell me everything, Wren."

"No kissing." She breathes out a rule from our list. "Not on the mouth— And when— When the lights come on it goes back. We go back."

I don't need another second before my lips press against her neck before raking my teeth over the same spot, soothing it with my tongue after.

"God, why do you taste so good?" My words are low, my voice like gravel. "I could do this all night."

Tilting her head to the side, I take advantage and let my lips travel over the smoothe skin and leave hot, open mouthed kisses anywhere and everywhere I can. Pressing my hips forward, I can't help but let out a low moan when her ass presses into me just right.

"If we weren't in a room full of people— Fuck, the things I would do given the chance." Taking her earlobe between my teeth, I tug. "There's not enough time."

"What— What would you do?" Turning just enough that I can see the look in her eyes, Wren bites that bottom lip that haunts my dreams.

Taking a chance, I let my fingertips on her stomach dip just below the waistband of her jeans. "I'd start here, giving you my fingers until you were dripping for me. Does that sound like a good start?"

Her gasp of an exhale sends electricity shooting through my body.

"And then?" Leaning her head back on my chest, those long lashes flutter against the top of her cheeks as her eyes close, like she's thinking about it just as much as I am. "Or would that be it? Would that be enough?"

"With you? With you there's never enough." I lick a path down her neck, pressing my lips to the warm skin before taking my hand out of my pocket and sliding it under her shirt, the tip of my finger tracing the lace of her bra. "You'd feel me here, too."

Another whimper. "I want to feel you everywhere, Niall. Please."

Resting my forehead against the back of her head, I take in the sweet smell of her hair, letting myself get lost in the way her body moves with mine along with the blazing need to feel her everywhere.

"Fuck, Wren." Barely shaking my head, I drop my hand from under her shirt and back into her front pocket. "You drive me crazy. So fucking crazy."

"I need you."

Those words from her are the last thing I hear before the music fades out and the lights barely come back on, the signal that we agreed on that breaks us out of our spell.

They say that time flies when you're having fun but those people have clearly never had the girl of their dreams against them in a dark room.

Right now, I contemplate if I could get away with smashing every light within a two block radius just so that I can give her what she wants— What she needs.

"I'm— I'm sorry." Wren turns around, her eyes finding mine as she wraps her arms around her stomach. "I wasn't really thinking and—"

I shake my head, reaching up to cup her jaw as people move around us to get out of the venue. "Don't. Don't do that, okay? What happened here? It stays here. Do you hear me?"

With a quick nod, Wren barely gives me a smile before she darts away from me, leaving me in the middle of the room thinking about anything and everything to make the feeling of desire go away.

Turning over my shoulder, I watch as she finds her friends, her own gaze finding mine before they disappear into the crowd.

Even from here I could see the emotion in those brown eyes.

The fear.

The want.

I know because the same emotions course through my body too.

Closing my eyes, I give myself another ten seconds before turning on my heel, searching for my own friends and reminding myself that no matter what just happened... Only one thing remains the same, only one thing remains true.

Fake or not— Wren Jacobs is doing one thing.

She's ruining my life.

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