#first gif is sooo cruel

[mctna2019]

I think there are many details hidden in this scene. without any special dialogue, we see Seon-ho's various emotions. but right from this moment, his look as soon as the sword of Tae-ryeong enters his heart is like that everything is really over. this is the last blow and he won't live anymore, although he already knew that before. therefore, with the utmost strength that is left to him, he makes his last effort and sacrifice for Hwi. he takes the blade of the sword with his own hand and removes his own sword, we see his tremble hand with the sword that is wrapped in Yeon's ribbon. this may be a symbol of Yeon giving him strength and helping him to do what he wants until the last moment.but what is most interesting to me is the way he looks at Tae-ryung with anger and then the tears that gather in his eyes, especially when the sword goes through Tae-ryung's body. he knows if he pushes the sword further, Tae-ryung's sword will sink further into his own chest too but he accepts the pain to do it. I think his anger isn't just to protect Hwi, it's some kind of revenge. he avenges Sung-rok's horrible death. when the sword goes through Tae-ryung's body, it always reminds me of that moment in Sung-rok's death when he was resisting to fall in front of Seon-ho, and suddenly Tae-ryung plunged the sword into his heart from behind. so yeah, I think it was more about avenging Sung-rok's death than anything else.

[harryslittlefreakk]

we could hide away

(late night talking part 4)

Summary: when a photo of you and harry is leaked, your relationship suffers. can you manage to mend it despite hurt and miscommunication?

Warnings: pure angsty, fluffy goodness, smut (oral, f and m receiving)

A/n: thank you as always for everyone’s support on the previous parts 😭🫶🏼 it means the world to me , especially for the very idea that inspired me to start writing again! please let me know if there’s anything you want to see from our babies, any requests etc in general. i don’t know how much i like this part, my head is sooo fuzzy but i wanted to get it out, so edits may be made in the next few days !!

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The first thing you heard the next morning was the incessant buzzing of a phone. Notification after notification, call after call. You woke up groggy after passing out in Harry’s arms, still fully clothed on top of the duvet. A headache hit you instantly, a cruel reminder of your perfect night. Harry woke up as you peeled yourself out of his hold, stretching your arms above your head before padding over to the kitchen for some water. His eyes were glazed over, still half asleep as he reached over to shut his phone off.

Harry scrolled through the notifications silently, eyes wide as he clicked on screenshots and messages. You placed a glass of water on his nightstand, crawling back on the bed beside him and wrapping an arm around him from behind. He placed a strong hand over yours, fiddling with the giant S ring you were still wearing. “Fuck, I’m sorry baby, gotta take this,” he mumbled, voice raspy and dry, as he slid off the bed and strode out to the balcony, phone to his ear immediately.

You watched as he shut the door behind himself, placing his phone on the table as he paced around the small space, hands dragging through his messy hair. Your phone was tucked under your pillow, completely drained of battery since you hadn’t managed to charge it. You leaned over to plug it in, eyes still fixed on Harry. Whatever he was talking about, whoever he was talking to, it seemed heated. He was fiddling with anything he could find, jaw tensing up as he breathed in and out. “We can talk about this later,” he said, slamming the sliding door behind him as he re-entered the room. He marched immediately into the bathroom, banging and crashing as he went. You walked over to find him slumped over the sink, cold water dripping off the end of his nose and the point of his chin.

You had no idea how to act. You didn’t know whether to comfort him, stay out of his way, share his anger. Whatever this was, was it even any of your business? It was in your nature to comfort, however, so you walked over and placed a gentle hand on his back. “Hey,” you said softly, pushing his hair out of his face with your free hand. “What’s happened?” Harry turned around and gave you a small smile, pulling his phone out of his pocket to show you. You were totally blindsided, your mouth falling open. It was a couple of grainy pictures, Harry and you in the hotel hallway yesterday morning. You in just his robe and some socks, walking down the hallway with his hand pressed against your lower back. You walking into the room, your hands laced together. The photos were captioned:

exclusive: harry styles pictured with a mystery woman in london

He scrolled to the next screenshot, the same pictures, now captioned:

who is harry styles’ rumoured girlfriend? we’ve narrowed it down!

He continued scrolling, showing you at least 25 posts and news articles about the pictures. They were taken from behind, so it wasn’t even obvious it was him, let alone you. Even still, your perfect, private little bubble had burst. “Harry I- I didn’t even know someone was there, how did this happen?” you looked into his eyes as you spoke, searching for some kind of answer or clue as to how he felt. Just as his lips parted, his phone rang again. He listened to the voice on the other end for a few minutes, nibbling at the skin around his fingers. One strong hand pushed through his hair once the call ended, grabbing a thick fistful of curls as he threw his head back, eyes closed. Harry still hasn’t said a real word to you since he woke up, and seemed to be holding a lot back from whoever called him. Truthfully, he didn’t know what to say. It hurt him that people sought to invade his privacy. It angered him that your relationship was at risk of being exposed because people couldn’t resist selling stories about his life. It infuriated him that he now had to spend the day dealing with his management instead of nursing a sore head with you.

Harry strode into the living room to pull his trainers on, grabbing his trademark Pleasing tote bag from a hook next to the door. He slipped sunglasses onto his head, pushing his unbrushed curls out of his face. You lingered on the opposite side of the room, arms wrapped tight around your chest. “Harry, where are y-,” you started, teeth clamping down on your bottom lip as he interrupted you. “Need to sort this out. Y/n, I don’t want to ask but I need t’know. Was this anything at all to do with you?” He asked. You couldn’t believe he was pointing the finger at you. “Harry, no! No. I wouldn’t- I’d never,” you told him, hurt at the accusation. He nodded curtly, then disappeared out of the room, leaving you wounded and alone.

—

You’d decided to head to Joanie’s after Harry left, needing quality time with your best friend. “I’m so sorry I haven’t been around much,” you rushed into your best friends arms as she opened her front door. She pulled you inside, thrusting a pre-made cup of tea into your arms as you slumped in the corner of her ragged sofa. “I’ve been seeing someone,” you started to explain. “He’s been here in london with me, but I think that’s all over now.” You spilled as much as you could to your best friend, twisting the story slightly to keep Harry’s identity secret.

Wiping your hands against your thighs, you stood up, grabbing a pack of cigarettes from your purse. “Do you have a lighter?,” you asked Joanie, scanning the room. You’d never particularly enjoyed smoking but it was just habit for you to have a couple of ciggies when you were sad or stressed. It started when you and Joanie were much younger, newly 18 and enjoying pubs, clubs and boys far too much. Every time one of you had your heartbroken, got rejected at the club or simply drank too much, you needed to share a pack. Now 6 years down the line, it was a dirty little secret you shared, one that Joanie’s long time boyfriend and new husband didn’t even know about.

You sat on the little brick wall outside her house, talking about your plans for the show tonight. “I want to be where we were on Tuesday,” Joanie sighed dreamily, flicking the ash from the end of her cigarette. You smiled meekly in response, dreading even being in the same venue as Harry, let alone so close to him again. “Did you see he was spotted with someone?” Joanie gasped, slapping her hand down on your knee. “I wouldn’t have married Tom if I knew Harry was dating.”

“Oh yes, your marital status is the one reason he’s gone for somebody else,” you scoffed, the pair of you collapsing into each other in a fit of giggles. You were so glad you had your best friend by your side through all of this, even if you couldn’t be totally honest with her. Joanie had always been the perfect opposite to you - the smart to your silly, the rose-tint to your pessimism, the light to your dark. Or whatever way it needed to go. She always managed to oppose your views and feelings, but in a way that gave both of you exactly what you needed. She lifted you up, mellowed you out, always opposite sides of the same coin. You had even spent your teenage years trying to convince school friends that you were destined to be best friends. Joanie was born on the hottest day of that year, and you on the coldest. It took fourteen years for life to bring the two of you together, but you felt as though you’d known her from birth. She was your soulmate, and it was eating up at you that you couldn’t tell her everything about Harry.

—

On the other side of London, Harry was sprawled across an armchair stuffed far too firm to be comfortable, though he knew that was the point. His long fingers were tapping a rhythm across his thigh, his eyes glued to the empty space left by his still-missing S ring. The tan line left behind sent a twinge through Harry’s chest. He regretted questioning you as soon as he’d said it, though he really didn’t know you well enough to be sure you weren’t involved. For all he knew, this could have been your plan all along. Get friendly with Harry Styles then sell your story to make a quick buck. Truthfully, he felt as though he could trust you, wanted to trust you, but he’d been burned too many times to fully count on his instincts.

“You best start explaining this, H.” Jeff’s voice was kind but stern, a cloud of frustration hanging over his head. Harry held his hands up in surrender, telling his manager, “it’s just a girl I’ve been seeing. Didn’t realise I had t’tell you and the world about it.”

“Harry- I’m your manager, for fucks sake. If you’re out doing things that could make a good story, it’s wise to tell me first. You know we need to get on top of things before anything like this happens.” Jeff’s words were now laced with annoyance. Annoyance with Harry, with the situation, with the media. When Harry failed to say anything further, Jeff pushed again. “So? Tell me what there is to tell and I can find a way out of this for you.”

Harry explained as much as he could, leaving out the raunchier details. He started to speak about ‘kiwi girl’ (as twitter had affectionately nicknamed you), when Jeff held up a hand. “I’m gonna stop you right there, H. Do not tell me this girl is a fan.” Harry’s silence and hanging head was a dead giveaway that you were, in fact, a fan. “And I’m assuming this is the same girl you upgraded the night after?” Harry nodded this time, standing from his seat to pace the length of the room instead. Jeff’s head was in his hands, sighing as he half-yelled “rule number one is you do. not. sleep. with. fans,” slamming the tip of his pen into the table with every word.

“It’s not-“ Harry started. “Not like that, I know. It’s never like that, mate.” Jeff finished for Harry, eyes finding the back of Harry’s head. “Listen, let’s set up an opportunity for more photos with a different woman. Make out you’re having a bit of a phase. Takes the heat off, means you can keep playing with your little fuck-toy in private.”

“She’s not my little fuck-toy,” Harry growled, his irritation threatening to explode out of him. “And I’ve been fucking doing it in private. All of it. Haven’t been with her outside the hotel, not since the first night. Haven’t entered and left at the same time, done everything to keep it fucking private.”

“And no one knows it’s this girl?”

“No, mate. No one else.”

The frosted door swung open, Glenne’s high heels tip-tapping across the marble floor with every step. “Harry!”, she beamed, pulling him in for a lingering hug. “Has my lovely husband been tormenting you?” She looked Harry up and down, eyes full of love and care. He chuckled bitterly, his tired eyes following her back across the room to where she perched on the edge of Jeff’s desk. “This isn’t such a big deal, you know.”

“No, seriously!” she insisted as both men scoffed. “It’s hardly a scandal. ‘Young single man spotted with woman’. It’s not exactly the headline of the century.”

“It is when the world finds out she’s a fan. He’ll be tormented by young girls for the rest of his career now,” Jeff told his wife. “So we don’t let that part get out - not unless you’re serious about her, H. Her family and friends might know if you’re spotted together again, but by the time it has to come out, you’ll be off the market. If you’re not serious, not seeing her again, how you met never has to leave this room. Besides, you’ve been tormented by young girls for years already.”

Harry had no idea how Glenne did it. She always managed to find the best solution, easy fixes that passed right under his and Jeff’s noses. “That works for me,” he sighed, the rubber band snapping from around his chest, finally able to breathe fully and deeply. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he pulled it out quickly, praying it would be from you. It was Anne.

mum: Just got to the station. Think you have a bit of a situation so will see you later !! Xx

“Mum’s here. I need to go, Jeff. Thank you, Glenne,” Harry muttered as he fled the office, holding his hands up in a prayer position. He sent you a quick text as he left, having not heard from you since he’d left you this morning. Harry was relieved to have a plan, but his heart was still heavy. He should have warned you how quickly things can get real when you’re associated with him. He was so used to fooling around with other women in the industry, women who already knew the ins and outs of life with a celebrity. If the world learned your name, your life would be changed irreversibly. He’d seen what it had done to others, how the media had shared their private details, their families details. You might have known it was a risk, but neither of you had seen this coming so quickly. You hadn’t even discussed it, it was far too soon to even think about what would happen when the bubble burst.

—

You and Joanie had ended up in almost the exact position you were for night one, just as she wanted. You were wearing your red outfit today, wishing you’d worn that on Tuesday to match with Harry. Everything came back to Tuesday. A white denim skirt hugged your hips, carefully hand-painted red hearts dotted all over the material. You’d paired it with a bright red off the shoulder top, and Joanie next to you was wearing the same but in inverted colours. You were glad to have her close by your side tonight, glad to have been able to tell her the bare minimum about your aching heart. She’d insisted on bringing a funny sign tonight, desperate to catch Harry’s attention and make you smile. ‘my bestie had her heart broken, can you cheer her up ?!’, the sign read. You would keep your fingers crossed for the rest of your life if it meant Harry didn’t see the sign, didn’t notice you at all tonight.

He seemed more muted than usual, his dances and energy toned down in comparison to his usual self. You wondered if he’d tried to contact you at all today. Your phone had barely charged before you left for Joanie’s, then died again on your way over. You hadn’t bothered to charge it up since, preferring to ignore the internet for today at least. Harry knew where you were if he wanted to see you.

Joanie’s fingernails were digging into your arm, her screams bordering on nutty as Harry pulled his guitar strap over his head, mere feet in front of you once again. His eyes had glanced over you a few times, but he hadn’t noticed you. Either because he didn’t want to, or his mind was elsewhere. “Don’t tell me he’s going to-“, Joanie started, screaming again as the opening chords to ‘boyfriends’ echoed through the stadium. You couldn’t help the tears that immediately welled in your eyes, threatening to spill down your blushed cheeks. You hadn’t even thought about crying all day, hadn’t felt as though you needed to and now it was all pushing to the surface.

Boyfriends

Are they just pretending?

Joanie wrapped an arm around your waist, using her thumb to wipe a tear from your eye. You rested your head against her shoulder, giving a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. You weren’t even sure what made you so upset, but your heart couldn’t stop aching now that you thought about what had happened that morning- then it hit you. Harry hadn’t even asked you how you felt this morning, thought for a second how these pictures could affect you. After how attentive he’d been for days, it felt like a slap in the face. Had he been pretending? Did he only want you in his bed, only care when it was your secret?

They don't tell you where it's heading

You kept your eyes fixed on Harry, his dark pupils scanning the crowd in front of him through heavy eyelids. They lingered on you for only half a second, not long enough for anyone to notice but long enough for you to watch his breath catch in his throat. His eyes clouded over, blinking rapidly as he cleared his throat and looked away from you.

And you know the game's never ending

He stepped back from the microphone, signalling to the crowd to sing for him as he turned his back, the gut-wrenching glisten of tears in his eyes visible for a split second.

He whispered something to Sarah as the song finished and stepped closer to the microphone, his rich voice suddenly crooning, “baby, you were the love of my life”. Harry’s eyes looked anywhere except for you, hurt and shame written all over his face. He knew he’d acted like a dick today, from the way he handled the situation with you, to the way he spoke to Jeff, to the way he made almost no time for his darling mum and sister before the show. He needed to make it all alright, most of all with you. He silently prayed that you’d know these songs were for you, feel what he was trying to convey.

He moved over to the opposite side of the stage, turning to point at Jonny’s place when he mentioned it. Yours and Joanie’s faces flashed up on the screen, Joanie waving her sign around like a mad woman while you wiped your teary eyes. You laughed at the sight of the two of you, you made an insane pair. Harry was watching the screen as he sang, desperate to let his eyes linger on you without actually doing just that. He blew a kiss to your general area as the band played out, girls around you screaming. He walked past you on his way back to the main stage, watching you subtly catch his kiss with the hand still trying to dry your eyes. That soothed him a little, lifted his mood just enough to get through the remainder of the show.

—

Harry explained everything to Anne and Gemma after the show, head in his hands as they sighed and groaned at his story. “Harry Edward, you’re a very bad man sometimes,” Anne gasped, swatting at his knee. “You got this poor girl obsessed with you, then you ditch her at the first sign of trouble?”

“Oi, I didn’t ditch her!,” he said, his vibe not too far from that of a petulant teenager’s. “I needed to deal with the business side, needed t’sort out Jeff.”

Gemma placed a hand on Harry’s forearm, “have you spoken to her? Explained it all? Y/n is probably going out of her mind right now, H.”

“I think her phones off, we haven’t spoken all day,” Harry sighed. He didn’t have the words to explain to himself, or his family, why this felt like a much bigger problem than it was. Why his heart was so much heavier than it should have been for someone he’d only known for 4 days. “It’s getting late now, go and get some rest darling. See if you can reach her tonight, you’ve got us all day tomorrow.” Anne rose from her seat, tugging on Harry’s wrists to get him moving. She pulled him in for a cuddle when he stood, knowing a mother’s hug can make the biggest problems seem smaller. He held her tight, taking a deep sniff of her floral, earthy scent. She smelled like home. It always seemed to calm him down.

“You did amazing tonight, my special baby boy. Love you so much, we can’t wait to get some proper time with you tomorrow,” Anne said, a radiant grin spreading across her face. She never wanted to see him torn up about anything, hated watching him fall in and out of love every so often, healing the hurt and heartbreak he wore so well. But having her little boy in her arms was more than enough to warm her heart.

—

Harry knocked on your door, feeling sheepish. He was usually far too stubborn to trail back with his tail between his legs so soon, but this was different. You hadn’t done him wrong, hadn’t bought him anything other than joy. You were the innocent pawn in someone else’s game, a game that he hadn’t realised could, and had, hurt you both. He let the gift bag he held fall to his side when you didn’t answer, his clenched wrist going limp.

He knocked again after a few minutes, and again a few minutes after that. He couldn’t hear anything inside, but that didn’t mean you weren’t in there. He turned on his heel, deciding to head back upstairs, hoping he’d at least get a text from you before he slept. Then he saw you, trudging towards the door, eyes fixed on your phone screen. Your hair was hanging down your back in a messy braid, the t-shirt Harry had loaned to you on Monday night engulfing your slender frame. You looked up as you got nearer, brown eyes locking onto his. Stopping in your tracks, you felt the wings of a thousand butterflies knocking against the inner walls of your belly, heart beating like a ticking time bomb. The hallway was silent, the weight of a thousand things you wanted to say to each other but couldn’t find the words to say hanging over your heads. “Hey,” you smiled, reaching for your keycard. “I just went to get some food, is everything okay?”

Harry let out a breath he didn’t even realise he was holding, stepping forward to wrap you up in his arms. Your bodies melted into each other, your hands splayed against Harry’s back, cradling him so tight you thought you might never let go. “Everything’s okay,” he mumbled, pink lips spreading into a warm smile. Holding onto each other, just being close, was enough to make it right.

You let the two of you inside, unpacking your food onto the countertop as Harry lingered behind you. “I got sushi, there’s enough for two if you want to stay,” you offered.

You both sat on the bed to eat, giggles cutting through a peaceful silence as you watched reruns of the Office. Harry’s fingers found yours after a while, his thumb tracing shapes on the back of your hand. “I got you something,” he told you, standing up to grab the gift bag from where he’d left it.

Your eyes were wide with curiosity as you untied the white ribbon, pulling a handwritten note from a tiny envelope.

‘heard you got your heart broken. thought this could cheer you up’.

You shook your head as you read it, a deep blush creeping up your cheeks. “I told her not to take that sign,” you laughed. “I tried to tell her a bit this morning but it’s a little hard to explain.” Harry grinned, “it was sweet. Though I bet she’ll be mortified if she knows she told me I broke your heart.”

A dark green velvet jewellery box sat in the bottom of the bag, slimline and dainty. You looked up at Harry, as if unsure this was for you. “Open it,” he smiled, words coming out small. Inside was the most beautiful necklace you’d ever seen. A tiny chain, the perfect shade of gold to complement your other jewellery. At the bottom of the chain sat a tiny H, studded with imitation diamonds. You bought the box closer to your face, fingers tracing delicately over the elegant design. “H,” you whispered, totally taken aback by the gift. “For Harry,” he smirked. “Do you like it?”

You were stunned, your mouth trying and failing to form words. All you could do was keep tracing over the pendant, eyes glancing between the necklace and the man sitting in front of you. “I love it, Harry. I really do,” you eventually managed, grateful tears filling up your eyes. You set the box down beside you, closing the distance between you and Harry. He held a warm hand to your cheek, pressing a gentle kiss to the end of your nose. “Turn around, let me help you put it on.”

He secured the chain around your neck, peppering soft kisses across your back. “It’s beautiful Harry, really. I can’t thank you enough,” you sighed, fiddling with the H as you spoke. You leaned back against his chest, turning your head slightly to nuzzle against the crook of his neck. “I’m sorry baby, I really am,” he spoke. “Didn’t mean t’rush out on you in such a hurry.”

“Harry, it’s f-“, you interrupted, wanting to put the whole day behind you now that you had him back. “It’s not fine. Didn’t like you seeing me so pissed off, I wanted to get away and sort it all out. But I hurt you.” He was speaking softer now, his voice gentle. “You didn’t Harry, I was confused that’s all. I didn’t know what any of this meant, for you or for us.”

“And I should’ve spoken to you, got on the same page so we could handle it together.” You pulled away from him as he spoke, turning your body around to face him again. You could see the shame etched into every line on his face, the way he’d beaten himself up all day showing in his eyes. You rested your hand on the side of his neck, thumb stroking the sharp edge of his jawline. “You got it sorted though?” you asked. “All sorted, princess. Had to tell everyone everything though. Even told my mum,” he smiled meekly. “Yeah? Told her how pretty and perfect I am?” you grinned, fluttering your eyelashes. “Told her you’re the prettiest girl in the world. After her of course.”

He really did think you were the prettiest girl in the world. Especially now, in his t-shirt, wearing his initial around your neck. Your hair was messy, your skin fresh. The evening light seeping in from the window was illuminating you from behind, giving you an angelic glow.

“Have you showered?” you asked him. “Yeah. But I’ll have another one if it means more time with you,” he grinned, already yanking his hoodie over his head.

—

You were taking turns under the water, laughing and joking as you manoeuvred around each other in the small space. “Give me a kiss,” Harry smiled. “Since when have you asked for kisses?” you laughed, poking at his chest. “Don’t know if I deserve one today.”

“Lucky for you, I can’t deny you any,” you said as you leaned towards him. He held onto the back of your head as his lips met yours. His lips were as warm and as soft as they’d ever been, the tickle of his hot breath sending sparks down your spine. Your tongue darted out of your parted lips, licking a trail across his bottom teeth before slipping into his mouth. Harry moved his mouth to your throat, suckling on your wet skin. “Gonna mark you up, show everyone you’re mine,” he whispered. He ran his tongue over the bruise he left behind, before continuing to kiss down your body, pausing to nibble on your perky nipple. He licked a circle around your belly button as your hands found his wet hair, shifting your body to lean against the tiled wall.

“Open up for me,” he asked, nose nudging into the space where your thighs met. He rested back on his heels, admiring your pussy. “So perfect, my sweet girl,” he drawled, fingers tracing up the inside of your thigh. His warm face was so close to right where you needed him, mouth so close that his tongue could reach out and have a taste. His mouth was watering at the sight of your arousal wetting your folds. He couldn’t take it anymore, he needed to taste you, wet his face with your juices, have you screaming as you came on his tongue.

You were whimpering as soon as Harry’s lips made contact with your pussy, his tongue lapping into your folds. He was eating you like he’d been starving, like your pussy was the first and only thing he’d ever be allowed to enjoy. His nose grazed over your clit as he licked at your entrance, sending your hips bucking into his mouth as the bundle of nerves lit on fire. He chuckled at your body’s reaction, murmuring a slurred, “need daddy to give you more?” You tugged on his curls in response, breathless and unable to speak. He moved immediately to focus on your clit, his lips wrapping around your button as he sucked and popped. He moaned against you, the vibrations shooting pleasure deep into your core.

You’d never found much pleasure from someone’s mouth, yet Harry’s was taking you to places you’d never been before. Your back was arched off the wall, fingertips buried so deep in his hair you could pierce his scalp. Your eyes were grainy, the hot steam from the shower swirling around your head. You felt like you were in a trance, moans and incoherent words slipping out of your mouth uncontrollably.

Harry gripped onto the back of your thigh, steadying himself as he pulled his mouth closer into your entrance. His tongue was licking deeper into you, one finger rubbing circles around your clit. “Harry,” you whimpered, feeling your legs begin to buckle beneath you. Your orgasm rolled over you in waves, your body so limp yet so tense under his touch. His tongue kept fucking into you, his hard cock twitching between his legs as you screamed out a strangled moan. You pulled one hand out of his curls, gripping onto the shower caddy to keep yourself from collapsing. Your head was spinning, stars all you could see as Harry rode you through your high. Between the water dripping from his hair, and your juices drenching his face, Harry thought he could drown. He’d die happily here, nestled between your legs, lips attached to your perfect pussy for eternity.

He pulled away after a moment, pressing a kiss to your sensitive clit before standing, pulling your weak body into his arms. “Always do so good for me, baby girl,” he cooed, pushing the wet strands of hair off of your forehead. He could get drunk off the way you looked post-orgasm, your cheeks flushed and pupils blown. The way your mouth never fully closed and your breasts jumped as your chest heaved. Harry got a kick out of knowing he did that to you, he bought you that pleasure.

His cock bumped against your hips as he helped you out the shower, your hands all over each other as you pushed him towards the granite countertop. “What’s bought this on?” Harry smirked, not used to seeing you take such an active role. It had been established pretty early on that Harry was a giver, all he wanted was to pleasure you, and you had no problems being a taker. But his cock had been calling out to you for days, begging you for a taste. “Where you going?” he asked you, head tilting to the side as your hands slithered down his body, your knees hitting the tiled floor. You stayed silent, pressing kisses up the inside of his thigh. You bit down into the fleshy part near the top, quickly licking over the teeth marks. Harry shuddered as you nipped at his skin, repeating the move up and down both his thighs. You suckled at the skin next to his base, leaving your mark. A perfect little purple bruise, a matching tattoo.

You looked up at him as he reached down to swipe his thumb over your bottom lip, his butterfly tattoo seemingly flapping its wings as he breathed in and out. “Gonna stuff daddy’s cock into that pretty little mouth?” he rasped, his thighs tensing as you hacked spit into your palms. You stroked his member up and down, up and down, again and again as you pressed swollen-mouthed kisses to his thick tip. Holding a hand at his base, you licked a line down the underside of his shaft, then took his tip in your mouth hungrily. He was far bigger than you’d ever had, and you were unsure of how well your usual tricks would work on someone his size.

He whimpered as you took him further in your mouth, your warm cheeks tightening against his length as you sucked. Your hand moved up and down the inches of him you couldn’t manage to take, swirling your heated tongue around his head as you pulled him further out. “Knew you could be a good little slut for daddy,” he drawled, gathering your dripping hair and using it to guide your head up and down his cock. He kept his free hand steadied on the countertop, mouth dropping open as you popped off of his head and moved your mouth to his balls. Harry threw his head back as you suckled at his sack, rolling your tongue against the soft, sensitive skin. Your hand continued tugging against his length as you worked, your nose bumping the underside of his foreskin. “Fuck baby, give me more, please,” he groaned, wrapping your long hair around his fist. You switched your hand and your mouth, fondling his balls while you stuffed his cock back into your mouth. You looked up at him through heavy-lidded eyes as you took his member further than you had before, reaching as far as you could before gagging against his head. His hand tugged at your hair somewhat involuntarily as your throat closed around him, a choked moan squeezing out against his tip. Your eyes were red, tears brewing above your lower lashes. “Taste so fucking good daddy,” you told him, mouth moving up and down faster now, humming in appreciation as his cock twitched in your throat.

Harry had never seen you look so sexy, not when you took his cock so well, not when you were coming on his tongue. Like this, stark naked on the bathroom floor, his cock lodged between your perfect swollen pout, this is what he wanted to remember. Have the image etched in his brain forever, see you like this every time he closed his eyes. His balls felt heavy in your hand, loaded with the cum he couldn’t wait to shoot down your pretty little throat. “Fuck, princess. I’m gonn- gonna come if you keep doing that,” he warned, his voice deep with lust. You moaned against him, keeping your lips wrapped tightly around his girthy member, your perfect H pendant swinging against your chest as you bobbed back and forth. You splayed your free hand against his thigh as it started to shake, looking up his body to see his abs tensing, his pecs twitching as you bought him close to climax. “Come for me daddy,” you whined against him, words muffled by his cock taking over your throat. He pulled his head down to his chest, eyes screwed tight and jaw slack as he came violently, thick cum splashing against the back of your throat. You swallowed around his head, ribbons of cum flooding your cheeks. You moved the hand cradling his sack to stroke his length, riding him through his orgasm. His hips jutted towards you, your hair wound tightly around his clenched fist.

His grip eased up as he came down from his high, darkened eyes opening to look down at you as you removed your mouth from him completely. You had his juices dripping out of your mouth, eyes threatening to spill over as you wiped them with the back of your hand. “Never seen anything so pretty in my whole life,” Harry smiled, rubbing the curve of your neck.

You dried yourselves off, fluffy towels soothing your aching, exhausted bodies. Crawling into bed still naked, you and Harry faced each other, whispering sweet nothings as you kissed over each others faces. He fell asleep before you, one arm draped across your chest, hand still cupping your jaw. Your phone lit up with a text from Joanie,

J: everything ok? you happy?

You snapped a selfie, Harry’s strong hand barely visible in the pitch black room. You sent it to her, captioned simply, the happiest

part five

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Another Chance to Live Part 1 (Ana Maria Crnogorčević x Reader)

Summary: Ana and you are both struggling with unwanted transfers, but maybe you can at least find happiness off the pitch.

A/N: This is the first part of a story I've been working on for a while. I guess my way of processing my emotions about Ana's transfer. I've been in the denial stage for a long time 😅

The next two chapters are already written (just need to edit them) and so far it's a total of about 13k words. I'm now at a crossroad which will decide how long the story becomes. So I thought I'd publish the first part and see how much interest there is in a story like this to help me decide.

It felt like a cruel joke of the universe that now, now when you had been forced to leave, the woman you’ve had a crush on for years, joined your team, or well your former team. Words that made your heart crack a little more every time you thought them. Never in a billion years had you expected your team to become your former team.

Ever since you had first laid eyes on Ana you had been dazzled by her, not necessarily only by her looks, although you definitely enjoyed them, but also by her personality and her aura. She always radiated so much kindness and positive energy. It was impossible not to be drawn to her.

Sadly your paths didn’t cross all too often and when they did, Ana was always somewhere in the heart of whatever group you were part of, while you were lingering on the edges, looking in. So the Swiss woman was probably only vaguely aware of your existence, while you soaked up every detail you could find about Ana. The more you learnt, the more you liked her.

 And yes, sometimes when you lay in bed at night you made up little scenarios how the two of you would meet. One of your favorite ones was Ana coming to Atleti, not really knowing her way around Madrid yet, so you take her under your wing and show her everything. And of course she starts falling for you as you spend so much time together. It was your imagination after all, so you could day dream all you wanted.

Now part of this little fantasy was actually coming true, Ana really was joining Atlético, and it frustrated you to no end that now that she came, you were gone.  Although perhaps it wasn’t the universe being cruel towards you, maybe it was protecting you because even if you played for the same team there was no way the Swiss woman would ever go for someone like you.

Still, you spent a good amount of time fuming about it in your apartment. Possibly also because it was easier to focus on that rather than on the fact that your childhood club had just dropped you like you meant nothing.  Every time you remembered the conversation with the club’s managers you felt like throwing up, hiding under the covers for the rest of your life, and ripping off your ears so you didn’t have to listen to one more word from them. So yeah, it was comforting in a weird way to think about your missed chance with Ana, especially since it never had been much of a chance anyway.

It was harder to hold on to that strange comfort when training actually started and you had to go to Real Madrid’s training center every day. Most days were spent attempting to do your best and keep your negative emotions in check, while thinking nonstop about how much you hated this, how much you wanted to return to Atelti, how much you wanted to leave Madrid altogether.

So all in all you weren’t having the best time, barely getting by was actually a more accurate way to describe it. Then a few weeks after the season started you got a call from Lola.

“Sooo I heard you’re doing a lot of moping these days,” she teased you.

However there was an underlying note of worry in her voice. You had done your best to pretend as if Atleti’s decision hadn’t hurt you, that these things happen in football, and you were completely fine with it, but Lola had seen right through it.

“I’m not moping, I’m just quiet and focused like usual,” you quickly defended yourself. It was only partially true, you hated every single second you spent at the training center of Real Madrid.

“That’s not what I’ve heard, but how about you convince me over a cup of coffee. Maybe tomorrow afternoon?”

You didn’t even question how Lola knew that you had the day off tomorrow, apparently she had some spies at Real. As much as you didn’t want to continue talking about the misery that was your new club, you did want to see your friend, so you agreed.

“I might ask some other people if they want to tag along. Everyone misses you,” Lola continued, making you happy and sad at the same time. It was nice to be missed, but you wished you weren’t in a position where you could be missed.

Before you could hang up, Lola told you to bring “your moping buddy Misa”, then she ended the call with a cackle, not giving you any chance to retaliate. In all honesty there was some truth to it, both you and Misa were unhappy at Real, so it wasn’t surprising that she was the only person you had really bonded with so far.

Going by Lola’s words you expected a big group the next day when you entered the café you had agreed upon. What you found however were merely three people, Lola, Misa and no one other than Ana.

Suddenly your stomach was filled with butterflies flapping their wings wildly, making you somewhat nauseous as a result. You hadn’t expected this and you weren’t prepared for it at all. If it wouldn’t have been incredibly rude you would have walked right back out of the café.

Instead you walked over to the small group, doing your best impression of a friendly smile. You could have sworn you saw a knowing glint in both Misa’s and Lola’s eyes. There was no way they knew about your crush though, right?

Lola jumped up when she saw you, hugging you tightly. “It’s good to see you, chica, I’ve missed you,” she told you.

You had to blink a couple of times to chase away the tears burning in your eyes. There was no denying that you had missed her too, all of your former teammates really. You longed to be back at Atlético, and not only because Ana was there.

Right, Ana.

You extracted yourself from your friend and smiled at the blonde. Should you hug her as well? Or greet her with kisses on the cheeks? That’s exactly why you should have been informed that Ana would be there, so that you could think this over beforehand. Or, well, over think it.

Unlike you Ana knew exactly what to do; she got up, greeted you kindly and gave you a quick hug. “It’s nice to see you again, Y/N. We’ve never had much of a chance to talk, so I’m glad we get one now.”

For a few seconds too long you started at her. You were torn between awe, and a little bit of envy, at how easily the Swiss woman had navigated this greeting, and shock. She remembered you? She was happy to see you? Once your heart slowed down from a wild canter to a moderate gallop and your brain was working more clearly again, you realized that this was probably just something Ana had said to make the situation less awkward, not something she truly meant.

“So, do you want to sit down?” Lola suggested with a smirk on her face. Thankfully she left it at that though and you quickly sank down into a chair. You felt too embarrassed to look at Ana, so you completely missed the reassuring smile she sent your way.

After that things went much more smoothly, mostly because Lola and Ana carried the conversation, allowing you and Misa to remain in your preferred role, attentive listener. Your former teammate as well as your crush tried valiantly to draw you out of your shell, but out of fear of saying something stupid, you kept your answers as short as possible without being weird or unfriendly. If only you could think of something witty to say!

On the bright side your relative quietness gave you a good opportunity to study Ana. She was stunning as always, but you could easily spot the signs of the toll this move to the Atlético had taken on her; her smile wasn’t quite as wide as usual and didn’t reach her eyes, her voice was a little duller, there were badly covered up dark bags underneath her eyes and she was a bit more subdued than normal  in general. Man, you really had spent way too long looking at any video of her you could find to notice things like that!

Then all of the sudden Misa let out a gasp. “I completely forgot I promised my neighbor I’d let in her daughter today. I need to leave right now to make it.”

You frowned at your teammate; it wasn’t like her to forget something as important as that. Was something more than her unhappiness with being stuck at Real bothering her? You made a mental note to ask Misa about it the next day, remind her that you were always there if she needed someone.

Misa’s departure didn’t really change anything in the dynamic, she hadn’t contributed much just like you. But then Lola got a phone call from her girlfriend who apparently needed your former teammate urgently. She looked at the two of you apologetically, however you could swear that there was some glee shimmering behind her regretful front.

“You girls should stay here and enjoy the rest of the afternoon. Really I’m so sorry about this, don’t let it ruin your day,” Lola babbled, pressing a kiss to both your and Ana’s cheek before dashing out of the café.

You looked after her with confusion. The confusion however was short-lived, quickly drowned out by panic once you realized that you were now left alone with Ana. No more hiding behind other people, no more safety net. You weren’t ready. However leaving also wasn’t an option, there was no way you could do so without offending Ana, so you had to pull yourself together.

“I’m sorry about that,” Ana apologized, bringing your confusion back. As far as you were aware the Swiss woman had absolutely nothing to apologize for.

“They probably planned this because they think I need to be more social again. I wouldn’t be surprised if Jenni put them up to it, she’s been pretty worried,” the Swiss woman specified, leaving you reeling because you didn’t know how to deal with that much honesty.

“Oh,” you replied, praying that some more words would enter your brain. “Maybe they also did it for me. They think I’m pretty antisocial in general,” you finished, kicking yourself for making yourself look even more pathetic than you already did.

To your surprise Ana didn’t seem put off; on the contrary she chuckled and said, “Well we can be antisocial together then.”

The Swiss woman using the word ‘together’ in reference to the both of you made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, you could definitely get used to that.

In an attempt to take control of the situation and not end up blurting out something stupid if Ana asked you a question, you inquired how she was liking Madrid so far. It seemed like a normal thing to ask someone that had just moved to a new place.

However the Swiss woman didn’t answer right away, which was atypical for her who always seemed to have a reply ready. That combined with the guarded look in her eyes made you realize that this wasn’t a safe and easy topic for her. In your rush to make sure nothing that would be complicated for you came up, you had totally forgotten that Ana’s own move to Madrid had been anything but a happy occurence. Way to be selfish!

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. Forget I said anything, that was such a stupid thing to say,” you apologized frantically

“No, don’t worry, it’s fine,” Ana quickly reassured you. “I just don’t really know what to say. Obviously I didn’t want to come here, I miss Barcelona. Both the city and the team. So I’m not having the best time to be completely honest. Then again I also haven’t given Madrid much of a chance yet. So…”

The Swiss woman’s openness left you stunned once again. This could never be you, sharing your thoughts and feelings so freely. At the same time you noticed with a surge of excitement and dread that Ana’s explanation gave you a good opening, not unlike your daydreams in fact.

Your fear of being annoying and overstepping was battling hard against your longing to get to spend more time with the blonde in the future. In the end you decided to go for it, maybe Ana would appreciate it and if she didn’t want to hang out again, she could just say so. Of course there was still the fear of rejection holding you back, but you shoved that to the back of your mind. If you didn’t ask the answer would always be no, right?

“If you want to I could show you around Madrid sometime. I’ve lived here all my life so I know the place like the back of my hand and know some nice places. Totally fine if you don’t of course, I’m sure there are many other people that could show you around.”

You spoke in record speed, making it hard for Ana to follow, which was why it took her a moment to answer. These few seconds were some of the most horrible ones in your life. If she said no now all your hopes would be shattered once and for all. Everyone always said it was important to know so you could move on, but honestly if the Swiss woman didn’t want to spend any time with you, you didn’t want to know.

“That sounds great, I’d love to,” Ana replied once she had enough time to process your jumble of words.

“Really?” You double checked, the words out of your mouth before you could stop yourself.

“Yeah, definitely,” the Swiss woman confirmed with a gentle smile. A smile that you returned happily. You hadn’t felt this excited in a while, it was a nice change from the bleakness that had become your constant companion.

The rest of your time together was spent chatting easily. You weren’t a great conversationalist, however with Ana it came much more natural. The blonde definitely did the heavy lifting, but you were happy with your own contributions. You even made her laugh a few times!

Later that day when you were back in your apartment you were much more critical, taking apart every single thing that you had said and coming to the conclusion that you must be the stupidest person on the planet. Thankfully you were going to get another chance in a few days and this time you would be better prepared. You would say interesting things and you would make sure Ana had a great time. The blonde deserved some joy and happiness and you would do your best to give her that.

Before your next meeting with Ana you actually made a plan; you would make a list of her interests and think of possible questions, some jokes and interesting facts you could mention. You spent one evening on it, working furiously and then you realized what you were doing, feeling very foolish all of the sudden. You scrunched up the piece of paper and threw it into the trash with some force.

This was pointless and unnecessary and totally embarrassing! Maybe you weren’t the best at coming up with things to say on the spot, but rehearsing everything like this was a role in a play was stupid. The urge to do absolutely everything to get Ana to like you was huge, however is she only liked this carefully crafted version of you that wasn’t any better than her not liking you at all.

Also, you shouldn’t even attempt to get the Swiss woman to like you. Just like you should keep your own crush in check. Ana’s life was complicated enough at the moment, you didn’t need to add your infatuation into the mix.

Unfortunately your noble plan to ignore your crush failed miserably. Whenever you spent time with Ana you fell a little more for her. It was simply impossible not to when she was the kindest, funniest, most interesting and on top of that most beautiful person in the world.

Like when you were out and about on one of your strolls to the city and a young couple approached you, asking if you could take a picture of them. As was typical for you, you hesitated for a moment; not necessarily because you didn’t want to, but because your mind was already working in overdrive, supplying you with every possible negative outcome.

Ana on the other hand smiled at them. “Of course! Where do you want to take it?”

And then she proceeded to take several pictures of the two, showing them to the couple, and when they weren’t completely satisfied yet, she even offered her own suggestions on how they might turn out even better.

All the way you were just watching them, well mostly Ana, with a goofy smile. You loved how much she cared, how much effort she put into random people she didn’t even know. No wait, you didn’t love that, you liked that, admired it.

Or when Ana convinced you to go into a tiny café. A place you would have never frequented on your own because the intimacy of it freaked you out. Not the blonde though. Within seconds she began chatting with the owner, a middle-aged woman who was thrilled someone showed so much interest in her small establishment.

The cake you got was very tasty as was the coffee and the homemade ice tea. You were quick to admit that Ana had made a good decision by forcing you to go there.

However what really pulled at your heartstring was that the Swiss woman went up to the owner afterwards and asked if it was okay to post about this place on Instagram. The poor woman almost started crying out of happiness and thanked Ana profusely, while the blonde kept insisting that this was nothing and really it should be her thanking the owner.

So it was safe to say that you fell deeper and harder every time you saw Ana. But it was okay, you had a foolproof way to make sure that the blonde didn’t figure it out and therefore her life didn’t get disrupted because of you. Whenever you echoed a statement Ana had made about how much she liked hanging out with you or that she thought you were a great person, you always added ‘friend’ into the mix; “I enjoy hanging out with you too, you’re such a great friend.” and “Aw thank you. You’re one of the best people and friends I know too!”

Sometimes when you were feeling particularly hopeful you wondered if the lack of specification on Ana’s part meant that she liked you as more than a friend. You always discarded the idea quickly though. It was much more likely that the thought of being more than friends was so ludicrous to the blonde, something that had probbly never even grazed her mind, that she didn’t feel the need to explicitly state it.

Despite having to resign yourself to the fact that Ana didn’t like you like that, it still made you happy that she was usually in a good mood when you were hanging out. Something you were secretly very proud of. Still every once in a while her sadness shined through, for example when she heard someone speak Catalan or when she saw something that reminded her of Barcelona.

One time a group of fans came up to her. They were friendly and excited and the Swiss woman matched their energy effortlessly. But then one of them mentioned how sad they were that Ana wasn’t playing for Barça anymore. You were forced to watch the blonde deflate slightly after that thoughtless statement. She was good at pretending though, so the fans were none the wiser.

When they were gone you gathered all of your courage. Up until now you had stayed in the shallows of easy conversation so this was a first and once again you worried about overstepping. But when you saw Ana’s sad eyes and the forcefully pulled up corners of her mouth, you couldn’t stay silent.

“Do you want to talk about it? I mean your transfer from Barça? I know we haven’t really talked about that or othe serious things yet, but I’m always happy to listen. I’m actually pretty good at that.”

The Swiss woman sighed, rubbing a hand over her face.

“That’s very sweet but honestly I’ve been talking so much about it lately. Sometimes it feels like it’s the only thing anyone wants to talk about anymore. So if it’s okay with you could we just continue like before? The distraction has been helping a lot.”

You had been helping! Happiness flowed through you and your smile was maybe a bit bigger than was warranted for a situation like this. However unless Ana was studying you as intently as you always studied her, you doubted that the blonde would notice.

“Yeah, of course. I’m happy to help in anyway.”

Ana and you kept seeing each other regularly and it was the undisputed highlight of your current life. Honestly it was a little worrying how few other things brought you any joy, but you didn’t allow yourself to dwell on that.

So when you were put into a situation where you had to cancel on Ana you were devastated. It wasn’t an appropriate reaction to something so small, but you had a ten minute crying session until you could even begin to function properly again. Calling the Swiss woman was out of the question though, you were still chocked up and sniffling.

Instead you texted her, apologizing multiple times and explaining that you were roped into doing all sorts of things last minute for your father’s birthday tomorrow. You could have slapped yourself for not seeing this coming. Sure, your parents had assured you time and time again that everything was taken care of, but you should have known better. Then you could have done it before today and weren’t forced to cancel on Ana.

Only minutes after you had sent the text your phone started ringing with a call from the Swiss woman. With wide, panicked eyes you stared at the screen. In the end your desire to at least hear Ana’s voice if you couldn’t see her won out. Hopefully she wouldn’t notice anything.

 „Hey I just saw your text and wanted to ask if I can help out with anything.”

You smiled at your phone, your heart warmed by Ana’s kindness. There was no doubt in your mind that she would actually follow through on your offer. Not that you would ever take it.

“Aw thank you so much, Ana! But it’s okay really. Most things I have to do at my parents place anyway. You know help them clean and decorate. So I’ll be out most of the day, and then in the evening I’ll have to bake the cake. Who knows how that’s going to go.”

You chuckled, even if you were feeling slightly panicked at the idea of baking. Normally your mother was in charge of that, but she had broken her arm a few weeks ago, so that was out of the question. Moments like this made you wish that you had some siblings or some cousins for that matter, just anyone to help you out.

“Not to brag, but I’m actually a great baker. So if you want some help, I’m happy to come over in the evening and help,” the blonde offered.

It would be nice to have some help, and you always wanted to see Ana. Plus she had brought up the idea of her own accord, so surely it was okay, right?

“That would be great actually. Thank you so much,” you replied, not giving your mind any more opportunity to drive yourself crazy.

Ana and you quickly planned everything out before you hung up and left to do everything else. With the prospect of seeing the Swiss woman later today you were a lot more cheerful than before.

“What’s got you so happy?” Your mother asked you while she supervised the decorating process.

It was incredibly frustrating since she kept criticizing everything you did. Every few minutes you had to step away for a moment, take some deep breaths and visualize how your evening with Ana would be, full of laughter and fun conversation.

“Not this, that’s for sure,” you muttered, low enough so that your mothers whose hearing wasn’t the best anymore, couldn’t here you.

“What?”

“Nothing,” you said louder, “I’m just in a good mood, I guess.”

There was no point in bringing up Ana. Nothing would ever happen between the two of you and even after knowing about it for almost ten years your parents still struggled with your sexuality. To avoid unnecessary conflict and awkwardness you never spoke about women you liked unless it was something serious. So never.

“You should focus on decorating and not smile so much. Maybe then we would get somewhere.”

You rolled your eyes, but kept your mouth shut. No point in pointing out that most parents would be happy if their child was happy. And it wasn’t like your mother wasn’t happy about it, she just wasn’t good at being pleasant around you. Somehow she always felt the need to criticize you.

Hours later you got into your car, quickly drove away and as soon as you were a decent distance from your parents’ house you let out a loud scream, releasing all of the built up frustration. Then you set your focus on the near future, on the fact that you would be meeting Ana in half an hour at your apartment. Baking wasn’t really your thing, but baking with the Swiss sounded like a lot of fun. Anything was fun with her really; just being around her made you so happy.

When you got to your apartment Ana was already waiting for you, leaning against her car. A big smile appeared on the blonde’s face when she saw you and she waved at you happily. It warmed your insides, swept away any remnant of frustration from the long day with your parents, seeing how excited Ana was to see you.

You got set up quickly, putting out all the ingredients and opening up the recipe you had settled on. Then you turned to the Swiss woman expectantly.

“So any baking pro tips from you before we start?” You asked teasingly.

Ana looked at you sheepishly.

“To be completely honest I don’t really know that much about baking. I usually only bake once a year to make some Christmas cookie,” the blonde admitted, scratching her nose.

You frowned at her in confusion. This didn’t really make any sense to you, but you didn’t want to make Ana feel bad about it.

“So why did you say you did?” You asked carefully. „I mean only if you want to tell me, it’s totally fine if you don’t. I’m sure you had your reasons.”

The Swiss woman blushed a little as she explained herself, “I really just wanted to spend some time with you today.”

Your heart started racing at this confession, your hopes going through the roof.  It didn’t take long for the logical part of your brain to bring you back to earth though. Surely this didn’t mean what you wanted it to mean. Most likely Ana was just struggling today and didn’t want to be alone.

“Oh I’m sorry you’re having a hard time today. You know you can always tell me that and if it’s possible at all I’ll always make time for you. You don’t have to make up reasons to hang out.”

Ana stared at you with a pained expression. It hurt your heart to see her in pain and it made you wonder if something had happened today, perhaps something that reminded her of Barcelona?

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked when the blonde stayed quiet, but then you thought better of it. “Wait no I’m sorry, you already said that you’re tired of talking about it before and that you prefer a distraction. So let’s bake!”

You put some extra excitement into your voice and made sure to keep up a stream of easy chatter as you got to work. For a while Ana remained a bit distant and quiet, but before too long her smile returned and she began talking and joking.

When the blonde laughed loudly at a joke you had made you felt very proud of yourself for giving Ana what she needed, a distraction. If you continued to be helpful she would keep wanting to hang out with you and that was also very much in your interest. Even if the knowledge that it meant something else to you hurt somewhat every time you thought of it.

However it was all worth it to get to spend time with Ana. Everything was worth that.

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EXHIBITIONISM: LUFFY x Y/N

original idea by @thevirtualvalentine 💕 thank you so much for letting me play with this scenario! it sparked something sexy in me and i dont think im the same after ☠️

(cw: exhibitionism, sex, dirty talk, slut/whore/bitch, dom!luffy, handcuffs/chains)

(a/n: hhhnnngggg im sooo normal so normal)

Songs: "Sexy Villain" by Remi Wolf

words: 1.5k

“There she fucking is,” Luffy pants, marveling at the sounds you’re making, his hand around your throat. “Thought ya’d never speak up.”

You whimper, moaning against the bars of your cell. Your hands are cuffed in front of you, like Luffy’s, but he’s using the chain of his to pull your hips back against him as he fucks you. The iron digs into your stomach, your torso left bare for all of Udon to see. Jeers come from the neighboring cells.

“No fair! Why don’t we get to see her!?”

“Yeah, make some noise! We wanna hear ya cum!”

“Scream for us, girlie!”

And other profanities are shouted your way. Even the guards are palming themselves at their posts. Your blood boils, anger fighting with lust as the infamous Mugiwara no Luffy fucks you like a toy.

“Ah, fuckin’ listen to them,” Luffy moves from choking you to playing with your tits, pinching harshly at your sensitive nipples. You cry out, and immediately bite your lip. A roar of encouragement comes from your fellow prisoner audience.

“S’hot, isn’t it baby?” He leans forward to lick the shell of your ear. His tongue is hot and strong, just like the rest of him. He sucks at your neck possessively. “‘M takin’ ya home with me,” he murmurs, palming your tits before sliding his hands down to grip your waist. His pace quickens. “Every pirate needs a whore, hah? And the king deserves the best, dontcha think?”

His pace is rapid, now, approaching the first of many climaxes for the night. This has become a sort of routine, with you two. It had started as just flirting, both of you skipping hands over knees, pressing elbows into sides, as you passed each other doing “chores” for the guards.

Then kissing started, snuggled together as much as you could be on the cell floor. And then fucking.

When Luffy fucks, he fucks loud.

It wasn’t a secret for very long, before the surrounding cellmates heard you two going at it like hungry wolves.

And then the cheering started.

It’s a nightly show, almost, kept under wraps by the guards who are too horny to get the two of you to stop. If anyone gets near the cell bars anyway, Luffy fends them off with a wave of conqueror’s haki. And he never lets them touch you during the day. Devil fruit or no, there’s no way he’s letting them get their disgusting hands on you.

Oh, they can jerk off and jeer, for all Luffy cares, but they’re not allowed to touch you. You’re his whore, he decided the first moment you brushed your knuckles along the back of his hand, passing by him in the dusty path. He had felt an electric jolt of want course through him, and one touch of his haki told him you felt the same. It wasn’t long before the two of you started fucking every night.

Now, he slaps your ass with the flat of his hand. Somehow still flexible in his cuffs, he lands another slap, and then another. He lets the dogs outside watching call out a count: all the way to ten. Your ass cheek is tingling. Luffy leans forward again, caressing the spot that now bares his handprint. “Ready for the other side? Hm?” He grins, biting at your ear. “How ‘bout ten more this time?”

You whimper, wiggling your hips back against his pelvis. He slows his pace, just for a bit, letting you fuck yourself back onto his cock. You’re so desperate, for this.

“Yes, sir~!” You moan out, already drunk on the attention. He grunts.

“Hear that?” He asks the crowd, raising his voice enough to be heard, “She wants the other side, now!”

And Luffy spanks your ass twenty times for them. He’s not cruel: he doesn’t hit the same exact spot twice in a row, but god you’re gonna be sore tomorrow. “And it’s captain, bitch,” he murmurs in your ear.

“Yes, captain!” You moan almost immediately, closer to cumming than you’ve ever felt in your life. Your blood is running hot—hotter than fire—and Luffy’s chaotic thrusts are only bringing you closer and closer toward your delightful, little death.

“‘M cumming! ‘M cumming!” You manage out, gripping onto the sweaty bars in front of you. “Thank you Luffyyy!” He cackles behind you, speeding up just enough to tip you over the edge. Your eyes roll back, rocked to your core by a violent, sucker punch of an orgasm.

“Good girl,” he soothes, slowing down for you, “Such a good job for me, pretty,” he turns you around, cupping your face softly in both hands. He presses your back against the bars, cold metal stinging your exposed skin. You’re flushed, panting, and Luffy is grinning like the sun. His smile stretches halfway across his face, and you have no choice but to meet him with a soft smile of your own. (He’s too handsome for his own good).

It doesn’t take you long to figure out Luffy knocked out the surrounding voyeurs. There’s nothing but snoring, now. He laughs, running a hand through his hair as he backs up away from you. You lean back against the bars, yourself. Your legs feel like jelly. You meet his eyes from across the room, hazy and dark like glinting jewels. You cock an eyebrow.

“So, when are we getting out of here, captain?”

He grins.

****

It turns out to be tomorrow afternoon, in fact.

He scales the sheer cliff face with ease, having knocked out any potential threats with a sophisticated blow to their energetic awareness. Several guards slump over beneath you, spears still loosely grasped in their clumsy fists.

Luffy starts snickering almost immediately, your arms wrapped around his neck as he carries you like a backpack. “Was just waitin’ for the right time,” he tells you, cheeks flushed with exertion. You hop up another few feet, bouncing on his back a bit as he scales the cliff.

Your chest is pushed up against his back, with your legs wrapped around his thick torso. His build is sturdy, his strength immeasurable, and you feel almost at peace—like a baby koala.

You tell him as much, and he laughs.

“S’cute,” he huffs, reaching up to grab another jutting handhold in the rock face. “Ya like being my baby?”

You grin, tucked between his shoulder blades. Your lips move against his skin: yes. Your ratty t-shirt presses into him, absorbing his heat and warming you through. The night air sends chills down your spine, but only just. Luffy’s like a radiator, climbing with you on his back. He hums.

“Like having ya as my baby,” he continues, jumping upward several feet. You gasp, but he lands with both feet firmly planted against the rock face. His hands scrabble for a landing, loosely grasping at stone, before you start to tip backwards.

You shoot out your hand before you can think: gravity pulling at your stomach and twisting harshly. “No,” you hiss, gripping the stone in front of you so hard your fingers bruise. You grit your teeth against the sharpness of the stone, holding your weight long enough for Luffy to get a hold on the cliff face himself. Three quarters of the way there.

He pants. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” you mutter, and hide your face between his shoulder blades.

He climbs the rest of the way, and neither of you have another problem scaling the sheer wall surrounding Udon’s base. Luffy sighs, landing on his stomach once he pulls both of you up onto the ledge. You unwrap your limbs from his sweaty, shaking body before crawling off to collapse on your own.

“Cmon,” he croaks, grabbing your hand, “Can’t stop now.”

So you get up, and start walking.

All the way back to his ship.

****

After the war (which you sorta help with, in your injured, post-prison state) he takes you back to his ship for good.

“Here she is!” Luffy laughs, collapsing on the deck of his warship. “Our new crewmate!”

Usopp eyes you warily, slingshot clutched in his fist. “Wh-what’s her job?”

Luffy sits up, smiling. “She’s my girlfriend!”

You stare at him, blankly. He’s never mentioned that to you, nor has he ever used something so sweet to refer to you. "Whore" is usually more like it.

He stretches out a rubber arm to wrap around your waist. He brings you over onto his lap, grinning like a monkey. “She’s got the best—“

“Okay,” you slap his arm, cutting him off, “They don’t need to know the specifics.”

He stops, but only just.

His eyes are glimmering with mischief.

****

It’s not long before he’s pounding you into the mattress of his sweaty bed.

You’re crooning out sounds you never thought possible, with his monstrous speed and elongated rubber cock. He’s better than a vibrator, you think.

Luffy slaps your ass. “Atta girl,” he preens, “Let em hear ya.”

He’s an exhibitionist outside of prison, as well.

So are you.

So you scream and cry on his dick, letting Captain Luffy know just how much you need it.

[dirtylittlefairytales]

Don't play with fire | - Part 1 - |

Authors Note: Hey. This is my first try ever writing in English, since it's not my first language. I read it over several times, hopefully to correct all mistakes. Also this is the first try of fanfiction since 2016. Sooo I appreciate feedback and let me know what you think.. Please be kind. 🙏🥹

Originally I wanted to write a short backstory, but I think it’s just going to be multiple parts if you want to read it. So see this as a kind of introduction. In further chapters I wanted to try myself to write my smut fantasies out. I'm also going to upload this later to Ao3 under the username Lorily96.

-> Writing in 'italic' is supposed to be the your thoughts

Warnings: Describing of a Panic attack, Age Gap (Legal)

Word count: 8k

Tagging: @a-movie-that-youve-never-seen, @amethystblackkchaos, @hereforthehitsbaby

Some people say life is a cruel joke. Unexpected twists and pain waiting around every corner. Some people say the glass is never empty and everything happens for a reason. You can learn from anything.  Everyone you meet is either there for a reason, for a season or... for ever. However the world is not black and white, sometimes there is no reason at all. You know how you sometimes laugh when something bad happens to a stranger or friend. Like their ice cream falling to the ground, seeing a cop writing a ticket for somebody else. I think ‘Life’ itself is bored just like us. That's why sometimes you feel like it’s only getting worse. Doesn’t matter what you do, there is no luck to be found. That's exactly how you felt that day. Just strings of bad luck and to this day you still question yourself. Why? Why didn’t you say something? Why did you do it? Why didn’t you walk away? How did all of this happen in the first place? The events of that day living rent-free in your head, keeping you up at night.

~ Sometimes Life has a dark and twisted humor. ~

All those overprotective dads, who only want the best for their daughter. Your dad was one of them. He always told you: "Be wary of strangers", "Never tell someone your name if you feel something is off", “Go with your gut feeling” and "don't go near the car of a stranger". Seriously, he had good points.

Unfortunately, he didn’t tell you what to do, when you suspect someone is a serial killer. Maybe running or keeping your nose out of the situation would have been a great option. Well, since daddy had been out of the picture since you were 12, maybe he would have some kind of advice for that. Your mom had found out he was cheating, and after the divorce, he cared more about his new girlfriend and son than you. Why care about the daughter you raised for 12 years, your beloved wife, when you can just throw it away and play happy family with the next woman you find.

At times, you wonder if that's the reason you had some kind of daddy issues. Perhaps you liked older men like him because of that. Even today, his face still haunts and excites you at the same time. Remembering how drawn you were to him. He was so charming and devilishly handsome. You felt sick and appalled at yourself for feeling this way. Everything he did, seemed to play into his hands. Who would suspect the nice and charming dad next door? How many times did you lay awake in bed at night, the events of that day replaying themselves over and over. Like a continuous loop with no escape… 

It felt like yesterday. The only reason you were at the concert in the first place was because one of the other guys quit a week before. You couldn’t even blame him, since your boss was a total dick. Ever since you started working in the company a year ago he was just looking for a reason to fire you. Always criticizing you, commenting when your bathroom break was too long. Wore a skirt? Too provocative. Wore a sweater? Be more professional. You could make a whole list of the things he pulled off. You fucking hated working in that place and even more to work outside or around many people. You chose to work in IT because you could work alone and in peace. 

Outside of work, you were a relatively social person. Many friends and people seemed to like you. Despite preferring to rather stay home alone, with your cat and books, you were surprisingly good at making conversations. It felt strange, kind of ironic. Life had a stupid sense of humor. Sometimes you even felt like you were good at reading people. Your mom called it your sixth sense.

Working at the arena for the concert was a real hassle. It was so stressful. Over a week before the actual concert there was already a meeting. Everybody working in the stadium that night was there. They didn’t reveal too much that day. Apparently the whole concert was also a trap for this serial killer? 

They called him - The Butcher 

You remember hearing and reading about him in the news. He had killed 12 people till now and the FBI was sure he was going to show up there. Everything was top secret, everyone had an extra card for controls during that day and a code word. On the day of the concert you arrived extra early to get the last directions for the day. They even told you what he potentially could look like.

Work was boring. The company you were working for was responsible for ensuring that all the screens, cameras were working, both on the outside and on the stage, that the wifi was stable and so on… not the hardest task. There also were others who ensured the overall technology and speakers worked, but that wasn’t your job. Most of the time you and your colleague were sitting backstage, talking shit about your boss and listening to the show, at least you were, because lovely colleague Eric would do most of the stuff alone. What a sweetheart, right?

It felt a bit bad taking advantage of him. You knew he had a big crush on you, he wasn’t exactly hiding it. Relaxing backstage appealed more to you. Therefore it was totally fine with your conscience. This job was a pain in the ass and you already started applying for new jobs. You just had to hang on for a few more weeks. Hoping you could quit soon and work in a non toxic environment.

The first half of the concert remained uneventful. Fortunately, because your room was in the backstage area, you even talked to Lady Raven for a bit on her break. She was so nice and friendly. On and off stage, her whole personality was the same. Which you found truly great, a person like that was hard to find nowadays. The thinker for example seemed like a total dick from what you saw. Lady Raven and you also had some similar interests, it was so easy to talk to her.After asking about it, she told you that they hadn’t found the Butcher yet. She even told you a few more details on how the police got the information of him being there. Before she left you wished her good luck with the rest of her show and went back to work for a bit. 

Later on during the second half of the show, you stepped near the stage. The atmosphere felt incredible. The lights, the performance on stage and the fans screaming and singing the songs of Lady Raven. How you wished to be standing in the crowd just vibing and dancing to the music instead of working. If it weren’t for all the extra police and security in the arena, it would be a normal concert. 

Slowly you started making your way backstage as you saw people approaching from the audience room. Honestly you weren’t keen on talking to many people. Lady Raven started talking and announcing her dreamer girl, Riley. That must be why the people came in from the audience. At the end of the stage you turned around again. On your former spot stood a man. He was tall, with a nice backside, no doubt the father of the dreamer girl, looking at the stage.  Though he seemed to take a quick look around every now and then. Looking at him, he didn’t look like he was having much fun being here. He looked rather stiff. As you started walking back in his direction to get a better look, Eric called you. Sighing, you turned around. As you were making your way backstage, you felt like someone was watching you. 

“Hey, somewhere outside, a monitor has a bluescreen. I'll quickly go fix it. The show is nearly over. After that, we can start with cleaning things up.” Eric told you, as you walked down the stairs towards him.

“Okay, do you need my help?” You asked him, pushing a blonde strand of hair behind your ear, batting your eyes at him, hoping he would say no. 

“No of course not! I can do it alone. The problem is not that hard.” he answered, trying to show off.

You smiled. “Okay great! Then, see you later.” 

You walked past him into the backstage area. It wasn't that you disliked him, he was nice for a work colleague. However, nothing more. For one you had not much in common besides work, and he was a pushover. You could not imagine being with a man who had no opinion and just waited for you say anything until he stated his opinion. 

‘Like have an opinion, Boy?’ Rolling your eyes at the mere thought of his personality, you grabbed yourself a drink and went back to your little break room.

There you waited for the concert to finish, which you knew shouldn’t take too long now. When you heard the last song finished you decided to grab your purse and go into the hallway. Considering it was too good of an opportunity to pass by. When would you ever see celebrities up so close again? Maybe you could ask Lady Raven for a selfie? Or an autograph? You weren’t the biggest fan, but there was a possibility you could sell that autograph later on.

Uncertain where to go, you stood in the hallway. Dancers ran past you. Nobody seemed to take much notice of you. Coming from the left, you saw the thinker walking towards you, and kind of flirting with someone behind him. ‘Spicy.’ A light chuckle escaped you. Curiosity filled your brain and you decided to head in the direction he came from.

In the middle of the hallway, where several corridors met, stood Riley, the dreamer girl and her dad. If you remembered her name correctly that is. You stopped walking and observed them quietly from a little further away. 

‘Did the Thinker flirt with him?’ Now that you got a better view of him, you found that theory pretty reasonable. It felt almost unfair how attractive he looked. 

‘Was he married? Presumably.’ Not that you would consider making a move, besides his daughter was standing right next to him. That would be so awkward. Also remembering, the last time you let someone in, things unraveled in ways that left you a bit guarded. Despite your people skills, your mom and you apparently both had a thing for cheaters. After a year of being single, you told yourself it was for the best. Except for your job, life was good– At least that's what you tried to tell yourself.

Nevertheless you would never have considered being attracted to older men. He was at least 10 years older than you, maybe more. You were 25, and he could easily be in his 30s or even early 40s. All of a sudden the profiler’s description came back into your head: tall, strong, dark hair... 

Even though you've never been overly spiritual, you did believe in a sixth sense. The longer you thought about it, him standing in that hallway backstage. The way he subtly kept looking around for a second. Nobody noticed. ‘Wait… Did he notice you watching them?’ 

Pulling out your phone, you started swiping and typing randomly. Trying to look busy. Your thoughts were racing. He matched the description perfectly, and here he was, casually joking with his daughter like he didn’t have a care in the world. Despite his friendly smile and demeanor, there was something unsettling about him—a bit too friendly, almost fake? 

After looking at him a bit more, it just clicked into place. You couldn’t shake off the feeling that that may be him, the Butcher. Until now they hadn't found him, not that you knew of. So they were still searching for him. People backstage were rarely searched, except when they wanted to leave the arena.

‘God, you should think rationally. Could that really be him? Still he seemed normal…’

Except the look in his eyes. That look gave you unpleasant goosebumps. You grew anxious, you knew where the camera room was. Police officers were definitely going to be there and maybe the profiler was there. Then you could ask her if the man had been checked by security or talk to her about your uneasy feeling. 

Unfortunately you would have to pass him to get to the camera office. If he hadn't noticed you before, he certainly would then. Could you keep your cool? It didn’t matter. You knew you would overthink it in the evening, you had to do it. Your heart was starting to pound audibly in your chest. 

‘Deep breaths–

Breathe in, breathe out. 

Close your eyes, take a deep breath and go. Don't panic.’ Grabbing your phone tightly in your hand, you started walking. 

As you approached them, Lady Raven emerged from her dressing room and started talking to Riley. She was so happy, grinning from ear to ear. As they chatted happily, the dad leaned forward and whispered something to Lady Raven that you couldn't make out. 

As soon as you heard her tell his daughter that they would talk shortly, alarm bells were going off in your head. Your brain stopped working, and your legs and mouth moved on their own. You felt a certain hero complex activating within you. ‘What if he was the Butcher? There was a possibility’

You felt uncomfortable leaving her alone with him. Something felt off. Before they could leave, you sprinted the last few meters towards them. Trying to cry on arrival. 

“Lady Raven, hay… I eh.. I.. I don't... Could I.. could I talk to you for a second? Please, I don't know what to do.. I–” you sniffled. You tried your best to cry. ‘Come one, you could lie better than that’, you thought angrily at yourself. ‘Who would believe you like this?’ This wasn’t going to be the first lie you ever told. You even lied on your last résumé. 

She immediately turned around her face full of concern and worry. For a second you thought you saw his jaw tensing and left eye twitch. ‘Did you imagine it? ‘

“Oh no. Hey, what's going on? You’re Y/N, right? We met earlier.” You nodded your head, keeping the hand over your lower face, while trying to remain in tears. For once, you were glad that you chose to wear your hair open today. Your long blond locks shielded your face even more from the prying eyes around you. 

“What's going on? Are you alright? Did something happen?” She asked more and more questions, putting her hand on your shoulder, trying to comfort you.

“There was an accident, I...“ You just kept mumbling incomprehensible nonsense. Still shaking, sobbing, trying not to look up. You didn't even know what to do, what to say. 

“Hay, ehm… I’m so sorry. Could you give us a second? I will be right back. It won’t take long.." she said, apologizing to the two of them. 

“Of course, no problem. This seems serious! Take your time.”, said the man, his voice laced with concern.

‘Why did he sound so genuine, like he is truly concerned? Maybe I judged him too fast?‘

Gently Lady Raven took one of your hands and started to lead you away. It didn’t matter anyway, there was no going back. Now you need to play your outburst to the end and come up with a plausible story. While she brought you into her dressing room, it felt as if someone was staring holes into your back. 

After the door closed, you immediately felt more at ease. Bit by bit you tried to calm yourself. At least that was what it seemed on the outside. You don’t remember much of what you told her, some kind of sob story. The first idea that came into your mind. About your dad having a car accident. The whole car crashed... With your car being parked further away from the arena and you were so afraid your dad could die. That you at worst wouldn't make it to the hospital in time with all the police controls going on in and outside the arena. 

You cried, trying to think your story would be about your mom and not your dad. Which did the trick and made you sad. Being the kind person she is, Lady Raven suggested that you could drive with her in her limo, so you didn't have to go through the queues or security, and she would take you to the hospital or your car. You thanked her over and over again, as you wiped your tears away. 

How high was the possibility that the dad would like to briefly speak to Lady Raven again, when you went in the hallway again? Then everything would have been in vain. However you could’t pressure her. Something came over you, so you suggested that perhaps the other two could join them. Maybe they could also drive in the car? You tried explaining your suggestion somewhat rationally. That way she can still talk with the dad,

you would feel extremely bad if you kept her from talking to her fans. You didn’t want to cause any more trouble. 

Surprisingly, that seemed to work? No further persuasion was necessary. Which left you very surprised and perplexed. Was she truly such a kind person? Who was so trusting? Especially with everything that was going on here today. ‘Did she have such a shielded and good life, that she blindly believed you?’ You wondered.

‘Unimaginable…that could not be the case. You didn’t believe there were any truly good people left in this world.’

After another minute of collecting yourself, you went after Lady Raven. She had already gone ahead and had already told them the short version of what was going on, when you arrived. Asking them if they wanted to come too, so she and the dad could have their talk. She was way too kind and somewhat naive to even suspect you’d be lying. You almost felt ashamed of yourself, even stupid. What were you even doing?

The daughter gasped and tried not to jump up and down in joy, the way she gripped her dad's arm. She seemed to be torn between worrying about you and happiness. By being asked to drive with Lady Raven, her seemingly favorite artist in the world. She was honored and extremely happy for a few seconds, then she stopped and looked at you sympathetically. 

“I’m so sorry about the thing with your dad...” Nodding weakly at her, trying to keep your act up, you gave her a half smile. Unknowingly to you, you had started twisting the ring on your middle finger. A Tic. Something you always did when you're stressed out or nervous. 

The ring was nothing special. A plain black ring with some Greek numbers on it. A gift from your mom; from the only holiday you ever had taken outside the USA and since you were eighteen, there was hardly a day you didn’t wear it. 

“Why don’t we lead the way? That way, we can talk.” said Lady Raven and gestured to the man. 

“Yes of course... I mean, the circumstances are not the best, but thank you for considering Riley and me. We appreciate it.” He replied, looking concerned but with something unreadable in his eyes that made you want to look anywhere but at him. 

“It is no problem at all. Actually it was Y/N here suggesting it. She would have felt bad if we hadn't been able to have our conversation because of her.”

He raised a brow at you. “That is so thoughtful and kind of you to still think of others. Something really rare these days”

As he walked past you, he briefly touched your shoulder, making you nearly jump out of your skin. “And I’m really sorry about your dad. I hope he pulls through. Let us know if there’s anything we can do to help” he smiled kindly at you.. 

“Yes, I hope so too. Thank you…” You trailed off, realizing you didn’t know his name. 

“Oh I didn’t even introduce myself. I'm Cooper, just call me Cooper.” holding out his hand.

“Well, thank you Cooper. Also, for your offer, maybe I will come back to that." you shook his hand. He had a firm, but not to strong grip. 'so he was married'

"Let’s get going, please.” Somewhere in between Cooper coming close to you, you almost forgot that you had a mission to get to the hospital fast. Daddy dearest was waiting.

He nodded and as he passed you, walking ahead, you suddenly realized just how big that man was. You hadn't even noticed it before. However, standing right next to him you realized it. He was at least 6′2″, not overly muscular, but also not skinny either. Lady Raven seemed tiny next to him, and you weren’t tall yourself—maybe around 5′5″ on a good day. 

Still, something about his vibe felt off. He seemed caring, yet on the other hand, almost relieved—or amused? 

Riley and you walked a bit behind the two to the cat, nobody had to go through any controls. Riley was such a sweet girl, asking you questions or talking about the concert to ‘take your mind off of your situation’. She was so nice. You kind of wish that you had a little sister like her, but no, you only had a half brother. The only reason he ever contacted you was for money from our grandparents' inheritance.

It was only when you reached the end of the corridor, you noticed Cooper looking over his shoulder. One corner of his mouth pulled upwards and his expression changed. Something sinister in his eyes for a split second. So fast that you were doubting yourself again.

Near the limousine, you felt your phone vibrating, probably Eric wanting to ask where you were. You had no time for that now. Shaking your head, you declined the call and started to write to him, saying that an emergency had come up and you would be back later. You didn’t notice that you arrived at the car until someone cleared their throat in front of you.  

Fuck, you almost ran directly into Cooper. Lady Raven and Riley had already gone inside. He looked at me expectantly, a small smile at his lips. You quickly locked your phone and held it up. “Sorry, my… Sister. She gave me the latest updates on our dad.." you explained, the lies just kept rolling off your tongue, and you just hoped they sounded believable. With that you went straight to the car, without waiting for a response. 

Maybe you should have started an acting career… 

You quickly sat down in the car, with Cooper following shortly after you. Keeping your phone in your hand to secretly keep twisting your ring behind it.

This guy was making you so nervous, not only him but also the lies. You even thought you heard a small deep chuckle from behind you, maybe it was just your nerves? The car started moving. You wondered what they talked about… What did he want to talk about to her? 

Lady Raven's voice brought you out of your thoughts. “Y/N, where should I let you out? You remember where you parked your car? Or should we drive directly to the hospital?” 

Car yeah… you almost laughed. You knew exactly where your car was, a few miles away at the mechanic, because your lights weren’t working. Why hadn’t you thought of that. 

“Eh no, no! Just let me know where my car is. It’s a few blocks away. At this free parking space. There’s my car; let me look up the street real quick…” That wasn't a complete lie. Normally, you would park your car there, because it was just cheaper than parking near or in the stadium. Now just your bike was parked there, well, if nobody had stolen it.

You started to unlock your phone to look up the address. A large hand grabbed your hand with your phone to stop you. Before you could even protest or say something, Cooper started talking in his chipper, happy voice. 

“Really? What a coincidence! I think that should be the same parking lot where Riley and I parked my car earlier. I do know the address, it’s just around the corner.  You don't have to look it up.” Lady Raven pressed a button and Cooper told the chauffeur where to go. The address did sound somewhat familiar. You pulled your phone and hand out of his grip. There wasn't much resistance and he put his hands back into his lap. 

You looked back at Riley and Lady Raven, they were deeply engaged in a conversation with each other. Noticing nothing around the. The phone in your hand started ringing again, and you quickly looked at the screen. This time, it was your boss; should you just accept the call? You did not get much time to think about it. 

“Have you heard anything yet?”, came Riley’s question towards you. 

You started twisting your ring again. 

“Ah yes, yes… My brother texted me..” your breath caught in your throat. Realizing you messed up. ‘Didn’t you just say to Cooper that it was your sister? Maybe he didn't notice. Good thing you hadn’t pursued your acting career…‘

“...and the doctor said it doesn’t look critical. Our dad seems stable at the moment… but he needs to be operated on quickly.. I'm sure I will get more information as soon as…” 

All of a sudden the whole car jolted to a stop, followed by wild car honking. You tried to find your footing, unintentionally gripping onto Cooper's thigh. Right before you could fall off your seat a hand pressed against your shoulder and pushed you back into the seat. You dug your nails even more into his thigh. Riley's bags tipped forward and many of the contents scattered a little on the floor. “Sorry, Lady Raven. The car in front of us braked abruptly." The driver apologized. 

“Everyone alright?” Cooper asked, concern dripping in his voice. 

“All good” said Riley and Lady Raven nodded. 

“Yes, I think so..” you  breathed. He came closer pushing a loose strand behind your ear. A blush crept on your face. After another second, you noticed your hand was still on his thigh, and you blushed even more. 

“Oh I’m sorry!” You exclaimed in a panic. He smiled kindly. 

“No problem. I’m glad nobody got hurt.” Then he got up from his seat to help Riley pick her things back up and put them back into the bags. 

Your phone began to ring again. ‘It’s now or never; it would only get worse.’

With a sigh, you picked up the phone and immediately held the phone as far away as possible from your ear. A loud voice screaming through the speaker. Seemed like your boss just started screaming at you at the top of his lungs. 

You mouthed a quick ‘Sorry’ to the others in front of you. He kept on screaming, ranting about how you were not at work and how he always knew you were a lazy piece of shit. He should have fired me months ago… The list goes on.

As Cooper sat back down. You tried to move your body back in the direction of your phone. Seeing as you didn't want to be too close to Cooper. He didn't seem to mind and put a calming hand on your knee this time. Your mind seemed to go fuzzy when you got near him.

Overall this was not your day, your nerves were all over the place. Your feelings felt like they were on a rollercoaster. You still weren't sure if your gut feeling was right… but you also didn't want to find out. All the lies you told today and now your boss is screaming at you? It was just too much. Clenching your fist and putting the phone near your ear again. 

“I quit.” were the only words you said, dry of any emotion. 

“What did you say?” came the angry reply. 

“I quit” Hot tears were forming in your eyes, Cooper gently started to caress your knee. “i’m so fucking done. You don't know what I am going through right now! Someone could die, and you don't even let me explain myself. So go to hell, and I fucking quit.” Enraged, you ended the call and immediately blocked his number. 

You put your head in your hands and sigh. 

“I'm sorry… Sorry, you had to hear that. Everything goes wrong…” And with that, a sob escapes you. 

‘Nobody can see my face, right? So maybe act even more sad? ‘

This whole day was a curse, why were you even here? Because you felt bad vibes from the dilf next to you? You just wanted to laugh over the whole situation. 

‘You were fucking stupid and now jobless. Great work. Just because you wanted to play the hero, because of a stupid gut feeling. He was a normal dad. Not the Butcher. ‘ 

“Don't think like that. You said it yourself; your dad is stable, so that's a good thing. Maybe I can help you get a new job!” Lady Raven is really trying to cheer you up. 

Someone rubbed your back gently, and there was only one person who could do that. You tried your hardest to ignore his comforting touch. 

“Hay Y/N, I know you just met us, and you don't know me. But I bet a girl like you will easily find a new job. You seem like a good person. If you tell me in which field you work, I'm sure I could help. See if someone I know is hiring. How does that sound?” Cooper really tried to comfort you. He was so sympathetic and strangely charming. 

A small laugh escapes you. "Yes, I probably will..” You wipe away your angry tears’. 

“I mean… I already sent out job applications. I wanted to leave anyway, maybe I will get a job here in Philly or maybe where my mom lives. She lives more in the suburbs, like an hour away I think…” you paused. 

‘Why did you suddenly decide to tell him so much about yourself? Didn't you want to keep a low profile and not give too much real information?‘

This guy certainly knew how to make people talk. About everything, even things they may not want to share and then do without even realizing it. ‘Fuck’

“See! Now you're even smiling again. You just need to see the positive things.” With that, he squeezed your shoulder lightly and withdrew his hand from your back. Making you almost miss the comfort and warmth they had brought you. 

Stop crushing on the hot dad next to you! You tried to remind yourself and also remember all the things you thought were off with him.

“We're here,” the chauffeur announced. Great, finally. This car ride felt like an eternity. 

Cooper and Riley got out of the car first, and they said their goodbyes. Riley, of course, needed one last hug, and Cooper simply thanked her again for what she did for Riley. Before you got out of the car, Lady Raven pulled you in for a hug. 

“Please keep me updated on how things are at the hospital and if you need something. Just text me.” She pulled out her phone and pulled up Instagram. 

“Just search for your username, and I'll add you. That way, we can keep in touch.” 

You nodded and put in your name, and handed the phone back to her. 

“Thank you.. so much. Again. I'm so sorry for any inconvenience I caused. I won't forget this. Thank you! Next time, I’ll be in the front row singing your songs.” 

She laughed at that and nodded. While stepping outside the car, you crossed both fingers that the other two were gone.

Unfortunately, Cooper and his daughter waited for you. You had thought that by staying longer in the car, they would be gone already. No lucky day for you

You scanned the parking lot, and of course, your bike was stolen. The universe was just being cruel now. 

“So let us walk you to your car!” Cooper was way too happy, waving the limousine of Lady Raven goodbye. “Sure..” You started walking towards the cars. 

You were clueless on how to get out of this situation. Abruptly stopping, you looked around. 

“I don't see my car..” you say while looking around again. You sigh extra loudly. 

“Fuck me..”

“Your car got towed?” Cooper 

“Maybe” a dry laugh escapes you. 

“Or maybe with everything going on and all the things that were going on at the concert, I… just forgot where I parked my car.” You ran your fingers through your hair. 

"Well, if you tell me which hospital you need to go to, I'm certain Riley and I can make a little detour on our way home. Right Riley?” Riley nodded. 

“Of course, I’d be happy if we could help you out” she said, hopeful.

Right… the hospital. You should get better at remembering your lies. You were torn between keeping your lie up or simply turning around and walking away. 

You didn’t know what to do. Cooper seemed a bit strange at times, but he could not be the Butcher, right? Still while looking at him you felt like something didn't add up. Sometimes… you didn’t know how to describe it… He felt too perfect, too caring or too sweet. Maybe that was just who he was? You were lost in thought.. The look in his eyes was making you feel a bit uneasy. 

All of a sudden, Cooper's hand was behind your back, and he slowly pushed you forward. “If you can't decide, I will decide for you. Going to the hospital should be the most important thing. So we'll drive you and then you can worry about your car later. Okay?” 

You nodded your head at his idea, simply because you didn't trust your words at the moment. His hand wandered up to your shoulder, where he kept a firm grip and pushed you in the direction of his car. 

Riley was already running in front of you. You winced under his touch, did he know his own strength? You wondered. He certainly didn't look that strong. He opened the car a few meters away so Riley could already put her bags in the trunk. 

A black van

You suddenly remembered what Eric told you about the profiler, she suspected the Butcher to drive a car like this? 

Your body tensed up, and you felt like the pressure on your shoulder increased, which was almost painful. Surely that was going to bruise . Cooper opened the back door for you like you were a child being escorted home. You tried to muster your best friendly face before you sat down inside. 

“Thank you... Have you had this car for a long time?” You asked before you could stop yourself. Cooper raised an eyebrow, clearly pondering the question before answering. 

“Yes, I have had it for quite a few years now. Why are you asking?” Should you just tell him? 

It was just the trip to the hospital.. then you would never have to see them again. You could not fuck up even more than you already had, and until now, it was just an uneasy gut feeling. Also, you were trying to move back to your mom, who was at least an hour away. 

“No real reason.. Just that profiler from the concert. She talked so much, about everything and also about cars... especially mentioning a car like this, which could potentially be the car of a-… killer.” 

He only stared at you. 

‘Did you say something wrong? Maybe you’re the weird one now.’ Nervously rubbing your neck, you tried to lighten the mood with a laugh. 

Thankfully, Riley was just on her way to the passenger seat. She didn't hear her, no need to scare her. You didn’t think she knew about what was going on behind the scenes of the concert. 

“So maybe you should switch it up? But maybe she was just talking nonsense..” you tried to diffuse the situation, massaging your sore shoulder. 

Cooper smiled and laughed softly. "Well, thanks for the tip. I thought about getting a new car. Maybe I should finally get one. More family friendly, any ‘smart’ suggestions perhaps?” - 

“Hmm..maybe just something smaller, maybe in white, silver, or another color? Definitiv not black..” you smile. 

“Great. I will keep that in mind when I buy a new car.” he smiled back at you and closed the door, and got in the driver's seat. He seemed like he wanted to ask more questions, tapping his finger on the steering wheel. 

Quickly, you got your phone out and searched for a hospital near you. You found one which was 15 minutes away. When Cooper started the car you leaned forward, so much that your head nearly reached his shoulder and you could smell his aftershave. ‘He even smelled good.’ You showed him your phone. 

“Here, that's the hospital where I need to go.” He slightly turned around to get a better look at the screen. 

“Can I?” He gestured to the phone. “Just to get a better look.” 

You gulped, a nervous feeling growing in your stomach. “Yeah sure..” 

He didn’t even wait for your reply and grabbed the phone. 

“You got some kind of privacy screen on here?” he asked with a raised brow. 

Oh yeah, how could you forget, and here you thought he wanted to take your phone from you. When he couldn’t even see the screen. 

“Yeah! Sorry, I totally forgot. My boss had cameras everywhere in the building, I got a bit paranoid, so I bought one of those..” you laughed. 

“He doesn’t sound very nice. Maybe it’s a good thing you don’t have to work there anymore!” replied Riley. 

“Yeah.. maybe”

“You could just work at my school, our teacher for IT sucks..” 

Cooper glanced at her disapprovingly, slowly shaking his head.  “Riley…”- 

"Sorry, dad, it's the truth. He lives in the past. No one uses Windows XP anymore." Riley grumbled. 

Cooper started the car, and Lady Raven's music was playing loudly over the speakers before he turned the volume down. After a few minutes of driving and Riley vibing to the music, Cooper cleared his throat. 

"Here, you can have your phone back. Oh and I took the liberty of saving my number on your phone. That way, if you ever need anything or some help finding your car later, you can just give me a quick call.” 

What the fuck. He did what now?

He smiled at you through the rearview mirror, his eyes watching you closely. Carefully, you grabbed your phone out of his hands. 

“That's so… thoughtful. Thank you” You tried to put a smile on your face. 

"So, Riley, how did you like the concert?” You tried changing the topic. Oh boy, that worked. Riley started rambling about everything, including how cool it was to be on stage with Lady Raven. Unconsciously, you found yourself smiling a real smile, she was just so cute. Your eyes flickered to the rearview mirror every so often, and as soon as you met Cooper's eyes, you looked back at Riley. Let’s not get lost because of his good looks. You still felt uneasy.  

You tried telling yourself in your head. Somehow, you felt like a prey being watched by his predator. Once in a while you felt like his expression would flicker for a split second, his eyes becoming way darker, but it was gone so soon. You weren’t even sure if you saw it correctly or if it was your imagination. Even though the feeling was only there for a split second, He looked so friendly, encouraging Riley to talk more. 

Finally, you could make out the hospital in the distance. About time, you thought. 

“Hey Y/N?” Riley asked. 

“Yes?”- 

“Maybe when your dad is better again, you can visit us? I feel so bad for you. Today should have been a great day. _You seem really cool… I mean, your dad and family can come too..Right dad?” Cooper smiled and nodded. 

“Great, Like a family dinner, my mom is a great cook.” So he was married. “I just would like to do something nice for you.” Oh god, the world didn’t deserve her kindness. 

“Of course, you don't have to feel compelled to do so. Think about it, you don’t have to decide now..” Cooper interjected. 

“The two of you are too kind. I can't,” more like won't, “give you an answer right now, but I promise to think about it. Okay?” You fake-gushed at the two, your face hurting from keeping the smile on your face. 

Both Cooper and Riley seemed satisfied with the answer. You felt like you were in the wrong movie, was there a hidden camera somewhere? You arrived within the next minute. Cooper parked his car near the emergency exit. One moment away from freedom, away from this lie. 

“I can’t really thank you enough. Thanks for driving me here. I hope you had a great day. Have a safe drive home.” You tried opening the door, but it wouldn’t budge. “Oh, child safety must be on. I’m sorry, I forgot.” apologized to Copper and exited the van to open your door. You didn’t believe him, it just matched too well. 

“I hope you get good news inside. Dad acted really strange today, but I’m happy everything is normal again.” she smiled, before you could answer, and your door opened. 

Daddy is acting strange today. You don’t say…  

“Well, bye, Riley.” You waved at her and got out and barely got your hand out of the doof before Cooper shut it close. 

“I’m so glad we could help you.” he said with that charming voice of his. He started to walk with you towards the building. “With all the extra police force, because of the Butcher, it could have taken you at least an hour to get here.”

“That's true. Well maybe next time he shouldn't let his recipes laying around in his hideouts. What does he even want at a pop concert?” you snorted. 

“Did he now?” Cooper asked intrigued.

“At least that's what I overheard from a few higher up people today.”, no way you were saying that it was Lady Raven who told you.

“Seems like he needs to be cleaner and more careful.”

“If not, they might just catch him next time,” you joked.

“I don't think that will happen, sweetheart.” His mouth twitched in amusement.

That was a weird response. He must have seen the frown on your face, as he quickly started to explain himself.

“I mean if they didn't catch him today, while they knew he was going to be there. I think the chances of the police finding him again are relatively close to zero.” His reply sounded reasonable. 

“Well yes, but he fucked up once. Maybe he is getting sloppy with time. Nobody knows.” 

His jaw clenched. “You think so? Maybe you're misinterpreting the situation. I would imagine someone like him to be very calculated.  Otherwise the police would have found him already, if he was being sloppy.”

“True…” You shrugged your shoulders. Maybe you were wrong, but why did he sound somewhat angry at your statement?

He was honestly acting strange now. 

“Well I think this is where I leave you.” Cooper announced after a few seconds of silence. His behavior over the last meters made you feel unsettled again. He seemed strange. ‘Why was he like that?’ 

“Okay…”, should you with your gut feeling, you wondered? Fuck it, it was just a guess, a wild guess. You always knew your big mouth would get you into trouble someday. Maybe he was just a normal dad and you were overthinking the situation. If that was the case, he wouldn’t think anything of it.

“By the way B-...Cooper” you began, and Cooper turned around in a second, looking at you expectantly, one of his brows raised. His face was unreadable. “You're welcome.. You know that? For getting to drive with Lady Raven"—for  getting out of there without the security controls - was what you wanted to say. Even if he were the Butcher his facial expressions and body language didn't betray him. He smiled and stepped back toward you. Every bone in your body wanted to run. ‘Fuck, did this creep you out.’ You felt like you were pushing your luck today 

“Yes.. of course. I am very grateful for that…” Before he could say anymore, Riley pulled down the window. 

“Dad! Let's go home! Y/N needs to go to the hospital! And I want to tell mom all about the concert!” 

“She's right. I don't want to keep you from your father any longer. I bet your sister is waiting for you. Better go inside.” ‘He knew, he knew you lied when you fucked up with the sister and brother thing.’ Panic started to set in, you swallowed hard, your throat dry.

He came even closer and engulfed you in a tight hug. You stood there, frozen in place. He leaned his head down to your ear, his hands holding you even tighter. One of them slowly wandered to your lower back while he talked.

“Thank you, sweetheart. You sure made it easier. I’m sure Spencer will be soo grateful. I’ll let you know…” a dark chuckle escaped him.

“It's a small world. I'm sure we will see each other again.” His deep voice whispered in your ear, which sent shivers down your spine. You felt trapped. Like a tiny mouse next to him, holding your breath unintentionally. He patted you on the back. Smiling, he stepped away. 

‘Breathe– mask your emotions. Get a grip.’ Many different thoughts running through your head.

Tilting your head to your side you looked at him. Moreover you were confused. Even a tiny bit scared.

‘Please don’t let him notice. Who was Spencer? Did you know Spencer?’

Furrowing your brows you asked “Spencer?” your voice slightly quivering.

He grinned even more— it looked unnerving. It was replaced by a much friendlier smile after another second. “Don’t worry about it.” 

‘Were you imagining things? Now you knew why people said “don't play with fire.” Why had you said anything at all...’

His voice became louder, having that charming undertone again “and make sure to call sweetheart. Riley would be very happy if you came over.” Winking at you he turned around and walked back to his car. 

You felt like your chest was about to explode.

“Yes! Once your dad's out of the hospital and things settle down, Make sure to call my dad. Then we can have a fun dinner.” giggling Riley's voice went even higher. She was practically shifting in her seat, unable to sit still. 

‘Fun dinner? Yeah.. sureeee kid..’

You mustered your best smile and gave her a thumbs up. 

“I will kiddo. See you around.” trying to steady your voice. You needed to get away fast. turned around and walked towards the hospital, near the end you were almost running. 

Once inside, you had the feeling that it was getting harder and harder to breathe. As if you weren't getting enough air. Your breathing became more and more rapid. Your vision was blurred. 

‘Was this hyperventilation? What was going on? Was he really the Butcher? Were you right? Would you die next? Maybe he would keep you alive because you unintentionally helped him?’

Anxiety welled up inside you. You barely noticed the loud voices around you. 

‘Did you hear someone calling for help?’

You had the feeling that the world was spinning around you. ‘Were you still walking?’ It felt like your legs were made out of jelly.

Someone was talking to you, holding you by the shoulders. Shaking you. Waving something in front of your face. However, you couldn’t make out the words. You couldn't recognise the face in front of you. Everything sounded dull, like it was far far away. The world became increasingly blurred before your eyes, spinning more and more– 

until you finally gave in and everything went dark. 

[inthepeakymidwinter]

Cruel Summer (Thomas Shelby x Reader)

Summary: Y/N tries to move on after seeing Thomas with another woman. Thomas comes back after weeks wondering where Y/N went.

Based on this anon ask:

“Hello! Can you please do Tommy is jealous that Y/N is moving on after having a crush on him for years but he was too focused on Grace? He realizes that he loves Y/n more than Grace after seeing her with another man”

Word Count: 2718

TW: drinking, alcohol

(Sorry it took me sooo long! Hope you all enjoy!)

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It’s been weeks since I slept after finding out that Tommy was with Grace. It shook my nervous system in ways I didn’t expect it to. I shouldn’t care as much as my heart actively does. I stopped going outside to water my plants. I stopped eating breakfast and lunch. The only thing I could hold down was tea. It took many days to feel like a person again. The night I caught them kissing at the derby my heart shattered into a thousand tiny pieces. I hadn’t seen Tommy since that day, and I swore to myself that I wouldn’t plan on it. I ran out of that stadium and never looked back.

Strangely enough as one door closed another began to open. Thomas’ brother John had knocked on the door to my townhome one early morning. I answered the door in my pajamas, with my hair messy and wild, sipping a cup of tea out of one hand. “John?” I asked him, looking ahead of him to see if anyone else was with him. He stood there with a perfectly dry-cleaned suit on and his hair slicked back.

“Have you seen Tommy around?” He questioned; his demeanor was so serious that it almost felt like an interrogation.

I turned furious in an instant. “You really think I’ve seen him? I haven’t been out in weeks. What makes you think he’d be with me?” I shouted.

“Aye come off it. I didn’t mean anything by it. Last time I saw he was off to the woods for some gypsy thing. No one's seen him since…are you okay Y/N?” John asked sincerely.

“I’ll be fine John” I mumbled, looking down at his shiny black leather shoes. I took another sip of tea before I felt John’s hand on my cheek, slowly lifting my head up with his thumb so out eyes would meet.

“I know yer not” He sighed. I shook my head slowly and he rushed himself through the door, making his way into my kitchen. “Y’know Y/N if i had known any better I would have come by sooner…just haven’t seen you around…i thought you’d be coming by the betting shop any day now” He admitted.

“John, I barely make it out of my bed most days what makes you think I’d even make it to the betting shop?” I hissed.

John smiled, then realized what i said and how severe it was. His demeanor changed into a melancholic look, and he walked over to me. “Don’t tell me that” he said with his lips trembling. “Why have you done this, Y/N what happened?” John questioned me.

I looked down at the floor and then back up at him. His brown eyes stared me down until something came out of my mouth. “I just…saw him with her” Tears started to form in my eyes.

“Oh, fook me Y/N, him? You have feelings for him?” John asked. “You deserve so much better than my sorry excuse of a brother. He may be my brother, but he has flaws Y/N. Flaws that you are nowhere near” He told the truth and I believed him for once. I always knew Tommy had big dark secrets. I just didn’t know how bad they were and maybe that was for the best. “We’re going out tonight. You and me, eh?” John insisted, holding my hand as he spoke. I smiled for the first time in a long time. I wasn’t ready but with John i felt like i could take a leap. “Put a nice dress on, I’ll pick you up at 8” John said and kissed my cheek. I blushed involuntarily as I watched him walk out of my townhome confidently. He always had this charisma about him, all of the Shelby brothers did. It was effortless to them.

At around 6:30pm I started getting ready. I put on winged black liner on my eyes, and slipped on a tight black dress with lace trim.

At exactly 8pm just like he said, John arrived in front of my house to pick me up. I decided to walk out of my home and saw John get out of the car immediately. He raced up to the passenger door and opened it for me. “You know I would’ve knocked on your door” He stated.

“I figured, but I was impatient” I smiled back at him.

“Well you look absolutely stunning tonight” John complimented. I nodded in his direction and tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear.

“So where are we going?” I asked him with a smile.

“You’ll see very soon” John stated and shut the door once i got in. He drove us to a bar that i had never been to. We went in and he got us drinks right away. I sat quietly in a booth with him as we giggled about old times and drank beer to our hearts content. After a few hours John cursed out of nowhere. “Fook me I forgot to pick up Arthur from the Garrison. Linda’s gonna have my arse” He groaned as he got up from the booth.

“I-It’s okay John I can go with you” I sighed. Maybe John was right. Maybe Tommy didn’t dare show his face in this town anymore.

John nodded at me and went up to the bartender to pay his tab, then we went back to his car and drove to the Garrison. John turned the car off and turned his attention to me. “Are ye sure you want to come in?” He asked politely.

“I’ll be fine John” I placed my hand on his and gave him a small smile. He held my hand for a minute in return before letting go and getting out of the car. He walked to the passenger side and opened my door, letting me get out before he slammed the door shut. We walked into the Garrison with our hands intertwined and John yelled out for Arthur. He was drunk off of his face, sitting at the bar and laughing with a random man I’ve never seen before. And by the looks of Johns confused face, neither did he.

“Alright Arthur come with us. Don’t wanna keep that Linda waiting do we” John spoke, trying to coax Arthur out of his drunken state.

Arthur looked at John and back to his drink then guzzled his entire glass of dark liquor in one go. “I’m waiting for Tommy. He said he’d be back” He slurred.

John groaned audibly, “Arthur, Y/N and I are taking you home. Tommy’s not coming he-“

“He what” Thomas spoke from the bar’s entrance. My stomach turned and I no longer felt happy from all those drinks like I did a minute ago.

Thomas and I exchanged quick glances before his gaze went back to his brothers. John stood in shock for a moment but it quickly faded to anger. “You don’t get to just leave us without an explanation Tom” He growled.

“I never left. Did I Arthur?” Thomas asked and walked up closer to the two brothers.

“Aye. He’s been out with his woman I reckon” Arthur raised his empty glass in support but Thomas grew furious.

“Never said anything like that you drunken bastard” Tommy growled.

“You didn’t have to” John huffed and walked towards me. He motioned to go out the door and i nodded my head in agreement, taking his hand once more.

“Where the hell are you two going?” Thomas roared from behind.

“We’re leaving for the night. You enjoy Arthur” John smiled before leaving the bar with me. I walked out of the garrison with John and felt myself crumbling. I walked the cobblestone street to get to his car and stopped.

“John…I need to go home” I croaked out.

“Y/N Please tonight was supposed to-“ He pleaded.

“John I need to go right now” I huffed, nearly running to the car at this point.

I made it to the car and opened the door myself, hopping in as fast as I could. John got in and slammed his driver side door, turning the car on angrily.

“I didn’t want this to happen” He sighed.

“What?” I asked grumpily.

“Just all of it. Fuckin Tom” He growled.

“Just take me home, John” I mumbled. Completely over seeing Thomas in person. I just wanted to climb into a hole and die.

The ride home was silent. Nothing but John’s breathing and cursing under his breath. It took us 15 minutes until I finally made it home. I made it home and rushed out of the car, slamming the door and storming into my townhouse after unlocking the door. I closed the door behind me and locked it, making sure no peaky ever got in.

I stepped into my kitchen and ran to the cupboard beside my refrigerator. I opened it and took out the bottle of red wine that had been sitting there for months. I went to fetch a bottle opened from the drawer beside it and heard a loud knock at the door.

“Leave me alone John” I shouted and proceeded to open the bottle of wine. I twisted the cork and it popped out of the bottle. Then yet again another knock. “I told you to leave me alone!” I yelled. I sighed deeply and got a wine glass out of my upper cabinets, pouring wine into my glass and taking a large swig.

Suddenly the knocks on my front door grew louder and i couldn’t take it anymore.

I cursed under my breath and stomped to the front door, unlocking it and about to curse out the person behind the door.

“I told you to leave me-“ I yelled until I saw who the person behind the door was. Thomas Shelby in the flesh.

“You can hate me all you want but do NOT get revenge by using my brothers” He argued with his baby blue eyes and perfectly styled dark hair.

“I wasn’t getting revenge anyone. It's something called moving on” I huffed and tried closing the door on him. Thomas held the door open and stared me down.

“Then why go out with John” He asked me with hurt in his eyes.

“It’s none of your business, Tom. Go home” I stated and tried to close the front door again, but it was no use.

“What the hell are you doing, Y/N?” Tommy asked angrily. I wanted to curse him out but instead I took a deep breath and stepped outside on the front stoop with him and shut the door behind me.

“Thomas I’m trying to move on. The same as you did weeks ago with that blonde girl. I’m tired of you being in my life” I huffed and nearly cried. Just a minute later rain started to pour onto us. I felt cold drops trickle down my shoulders and looked down at them sliding down my arms.

When suddenly Thomas asked me, “…Why don’t you want me in your life, Y/N” This time with a fallen face and broken-down demeanor.

Tears welled up in my eyes and I wasn’t prepared to tell him anything about what I saw those past weeks ago. “You need to go Thomas…I-I can’t handle this right now” I croaked and tried to pull myself together.

“I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what the fuck is going on” He raised his voice and stared at me deeply with his light blue eyes. The rain had trickled down his head by now, making his dark hair completely wet and straight. He looked good and it just pissed me off even more.

“I never kissed anyone in front of you! Never fucking liked…anyone other than you. And then you go off with other people disappearing for weeks” I cried out and avoided his gaze.

“I didn’t think you wanted me. You ignored me every time we all went drinking. That’s why I went for Grace, but she was using me. Trying to find our guns. Trying to end our company. That’s why I had to leave. I was off the grid” Thomas explained. I sighed and sat on my front steps. Not caring if the rain made me wetter, I just needed to think properly.

“I can't let you go Y/N. Not like this. Nothings started between us. I’ve never got to tell you how I felt” Thomas spoke from behind me.“Y/N look at me” He ordered. I turned to face him, and he stepped down a stair, sitting beside me with his body turned fully towards me.

“I rather die than hurt you. I wish I never did. I don’t want to lose you Y/N” Thomas confessed. I stared at him completely breathless, my hair dripping wet with rainwater. Thomas placed his hands on either side of my face. My eyes closed as I fell into his caress. “Please Y/N” He begged. I started to cry softly, and he wrapped me into his arms. Hugging me with an urgent tightness. I’ve never felt so comforted by anyone like that. “Tell me what you want…be honest, me or John” He gave me an ultimatum. My cheeks flushed a vibrant red color as I left his embrace and stared into his inviting gaze.

“You really don’t know who I like do you…” I asked him.

“I really don’t Y/N…you’re driving me insane right now. Waltzing in with him” He spoke with frustration.

“Me? Like you didn’t drive me to insanity weeks ago? You’ll be fine” I laughed in his face as the rain fully poured down onto us.

“I need you” He spoke, his voice much deeper than it was before.

“And I need a mental vacation but we don’t always get our way Thomas Shelby” I sighed and placed my hands on the stairs, holding myself up.

“Why are you doing this? You just figure when one person finally moves on that you can just come back, and everything would be normal again? You don’t understand how miserable I was because of you. John had to get me out of bed just to be a person again. And you think you can come over once and propose an ultimatum and make everything fine. I’m sick of it Thomas Shelby” I confessed with anger making my blood boil.

“Y/N…I’m sorry. For everything. I didnt know what happened to you. I didn’t even think you cared. No one told me where you went and i had to lay low. I wrote millions of letters i never got to send. I promise I will make everything up to you. Just tell me who you want the most” He pleaded and shuffled closer to me.

“It’s never been John…from the start you were the only person I wanted” I admitted. Getting near his familiar ocean blue eyes was enough for me to become lightheaded. He placed a hand on my wet cheek once more, staring back into my soul like he saw right through me. Rain drops trickled down his forehead making his jaw look even more chiseled.

He carefully placed his thumb on my bottom lip and swiped over it softly. “I’d really like it if you were all mine…permanently” Thomas growled.

“I’ve only been waiting for months” I mumbled out before he leaned in close and kissed me roughly like he yearned for this moment for centuries. The rain came down so hard i couldn’t think straight. I kissed him back. Tasting a mix of my own salty tears and rain water diluting them. I locked my lips against Thomas’ with him repeating back the same way. We shared sloppy, compelling kisses that didn’t stop until we both had to come up for air. When we did, Thomas pressed his forehead against mine and closed his eyes.

“I’ve wanted you for so long Y/N” He breathed.

“Me too.” I smiled. “Let’s go get warmed up. I have wine waiting inside” I offered.

“Sounds like a dream” Thomas spoke and stood up off of the stairs, grabbing my hand and pulling me up in one go. The night ended with us lying in bed without clothes, overly drunk and tangled in the sheets. His big arms holding me tight as we drifted off into a good night’s sleep.

[alienoresimagines]

Hi, 🤗 If you take the clegan prompt and it inspires you, what about SCREAM or CAREFUL? (depending of your whump mood 😉)

[ SCREAM ]: sender spots the receiver in a terrified or considerably panicked state, and picks them up to carry them to a less terrifying place to calm down.

[ CAREFUL ]: sender gently lifts the receiver out of their seat and carries them carefully to bed after noticing they fell asleep and not wanting to waken them.

Sooo I may have gone a little overboard with this but it was so much fun, thank you !!❤️ I went with the second one but I'm keeping [SCREAM] in a corner of my doc ;) Here you have 2520 words of fluff and a tiny bit of angst though I apologize if the writing is a bit rusty, I haven't written anything since ... *checks AO3* 2022 so it's been awhile �� I hope you'll like it ❤️

And thank you to @triggerlil for beta reading this 🥰😘

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Title is from Drag Me Under by Sleep Token (amazing Clegan fanvid with it here )

Drag Me Under | Buck x Bucky (also on AO3)

Buck’s always been quiet by nature, he doesn’t particularly like being the center of attention. When he smiles wide, he ducks his head and puts a hand in front of his mouth to hide and prevent anyone from noticing him. It’s rare to get a full-body laugh from him and damn near impossible if you’re not Bucky. So, it figures he’d be a quiet sleeper too. If Bucky’s attention wasn’t always somehow on Gale and every little thing he does, he doubts he’d have noticed the other man had fallen asleep. As it is, Bucky is mesmerized, the radio and the baseball game all but forgotten. A bomb could go off and he doesn’t think it would be enough for him to tear his gaze away. 

Buck’s leaning on the armrest, not quite slumping down but not sitting as straight as he would awake, his eyes closed and pink lips slightly parted to let out soft exhales. His eyelashes fan over delicate cheekbones, mirroring his usually carefully styled hair that falls over his forehead in soft strands, no longer abiding by the products Buck had slicked them back with in the morning. Bucky aches to touch, to card his fingers through the golden locks and feel again how soft they are. To feel Buck’s warmth on his fingertips as he gently traces them over his cheeks. He looks young, Bucky thinks, which isn’t quite right. He looks his age, a fact that Bucky often forgets because he’s never thought of Buck as anything but his equal. Yet in the dim light of the table lamp painting his skin a soft gold, shadows rounding the edges of a jawline still too sharp after months of not enough food, book forgotten on his lap, Buck looks unbearably young, and Bucky is overwhelmed with the need to care, to protect. 

It’s not like Buck can’t do that for himself. Bucky knows firsthand how capable Buck is, and has experienced multiple times the warmth curling in his chest and the burst of pride taking over his being at seeing just how competent Buck is. But there is a special trust in Buck allowing himself to let his guard down in such a vulnerable manner around him. A silent “I know you won’t hurt me” that Bucky still can’t bring himself to feel deserved. It only makes him want to curl around Buck and hold him tight to his chest, show him that his trust won’t be misplaced again, that Bucky will never let himself fall as low as he did once. He will never forgive himself for hurting his Buck as he did in the Stalag, even if the man himself had forgiven immediately, had insisted that “there’s nothing to forgive Bucky, it’s just this place”. In a way, he was right. Any plane of existence witnessing Bucky being intentionally cruel and hurting Buck had to be Satan’s personal hell. It certainly was Bucky’s.

He’ll never forget the way Brady tensed whenever he was close or the way Benny scooted closer to Buck when he approached. At first, he’d thought they were scared of him and while the thought left a bitter taste in his mouth, he couldn’t bring himself to care enough to try and snap out of it. Only after his fight with Gale, when Benny placed himself between him and Buck for their meager dinner while looking him straight in his eyes, his jaw clenched and anger pouring out of him in waves did John realize that they thought they needed to protect Buck from him. Flak could have pierced the cockpit while he was on the left seat, pinning him to the metal while steel pierced his heart till he was choking on his own blood, and Bucky knew it would have hurt less than that realization. Buck had never made any indication that he was scared of him but Bucky had hit him. The mere thought of it, the feel of his rib cracking under his boot had Bucky nauseous whenever his thoughts strayed back to it. Hurting Buck felt like betraying his own heart. That had been a terrifying awakening and when the bloodcurdling shame had turned into steel determination, he’d promised himself: never again. He will never be the reason Buck hurts or feels unsafe. 

And here they were now, Buck feeling safe enough to fall asleep just an arm’s distance away. Bucky’s no stranger to duty, but this one, this promise, feels like the most important one in his life. Perhaps that’s what his mother had meant when she had said, long before he enlisted, in their little kitchen, as Bucky stood at a crossroads not knowing what he wanted to do with his life, that every person was put on this Earth for a purpose and that he’d find his soon. 

Suddenly overwhelmed with the need to make sure that this is real, that he did get home to Buck and Buck to him, he rises from his armchair, turning off the radio as he does, and crouches down in front of Buck, letting his eyes roam all over the prettiest face he’s ever seen. The parted pink lips with a cupid’s bow that always made Bucky want to capture those lips with his own to feel how soft they were, the constellations of freckles and beauty marks on his cheeks and lightly dusting his nose that he often traces with his fingers until Buck complains that the touch tickles but still leaning into it, the fading scars on his cheeks that Bucky always kisses in the morning when he wakes up and in the evening when they go to bed.

Yet, despite his vow and his best wishes bordering on despair, he knows there are some things he can’t protect Buck from, the evidence of this painted in lilac under the younger’s eyes. Bucky wishes he could erase the bruises with a caress of his fingers and tender kisses, that he could place himself as a dam sturdy enough that nightmares could only crash against him without ever reaching the shore of Buck’s dreams. It hurts to know he can only hold Buck close to his chest and whisper sweet nothings in his ear to bring the love of his life out of the water and back to him, anchoring him with gentle caresses and mindless humming until memories of war and horrors recede like waves back to the sea. His gaze lingers on the traces of fatigue on Buck’s face, made all the more apparent by the lack of frown between his brows, the relaxed tilt of his mouth for once not pulled in a serious line. 

Experimentally, Bucky slowly takes the book from Buck’s hands, letting them fall on the man’s lap. He doesn’t stir as Bucky carefully places the bookmark where Buck presumably stopped reading before placing it on the coffee table, near the lamp. Had Buck been able to sleep for more than three hours a night for the past week, he would’ve woken at the movement and blinked sleepily at Bucky before bashfully apologizing, ducking his head just so as he did. His sweet, darling Buck, now exhausted by memories that wouldn’t leave him alone. Bucky’s heart twists painfully in his chest and he’s helpless but to reach out and touch, gently stroking the golden locks off his forehead before cupping his cheek. Instinctively, Buck leans into the touch of his palm until his head rests entirely against the cradle of Bucky’s hand, trusting him even at his most vulnerable, even when he’s not conscious of it. John’s so in love that he doesn’t think he’d need a B-17 for him to soar through the skies. He’s never held anything so precious in his life. How strange, to know his heart fits so perfectly into the curve of his palm.

Swallowing past the sudden lump in his throat and blinking back the wetness in his eyes, Bucky sighs softly before weighing his options. Waking up Buck is clearly out of the question, because if there are some things Bucky can’t protect the other man from, sheltering one of his rare peaceful rest is the least he can do. He could wedge a pillow between the armrest and Buck’s head, cover him with a blanket and let him sleep but the other would still wake up with a stiff back. They’d both slept in worse conditions during the war, but echoes of a past confession swirl in Bucky’s mind until they form the image of a little Gale, not even Buck yet, let alone One-Engine Cleven, sleeping and shivering outside a pony track. He doesn’t have to think about it for long before deciding to find a way to get Buck in bed without waking him up. For as long as Bucky lives, Gale Cleven will never have to sleep anywhere but in a warm and comfortable bed, where he’ll feel safe and free to burrow into the covers and stretch in the lazy morning while curling up closer to Bucky. 

Admittedly, there aren’t many options to get Buck in bed that don’t require him to be awake. He could gently shake him awake and hope Buck won’t wake entirely, just enough to walk somewhat on his own while Bucky guides him, but there”s always the risk that he won’t be able to fall back asleep after that. So, Bucky won’t wake him. The only way is to carry Buck to their bed and, while Bucky is confident he can, he doesn’t want Buck to wake in the middle of their trip and panic. Bucky strokes his thumb back and forth on the other’s cheekbone and watches as Buck imperceptibly nuzzles his palm, his face completely relaxed. Trusting. John has always been a betting man and he’ll be damned if one day he doesn’t bet on them. BuckandBucky. Pursing his lips, he nods once as he comes to a decision, edging slightly closer to the couch as he wiggles an arm beneath bony knees and the other around Buck’s shoulders.

“Alright, doll, wheels up.”

It doesn’t take as much effort as Bucky would have liked to scoop Buck in his arms, pausing when he stirred lightly once as he maneuvered the other’s arm on his stomach so it wouldn’t hang awkwardly off his frame and a second time to make sure his head was resting comfortably on Bucky’s shoulder. Even though it’s been months since the Stalag, Buck still hasn’t gotten back all the weight he lost and while he is nowhere near as skinny as he was in February, he’s still too light. It makes Bucky’s guts go tight with worry and he tightens his grip with the arm he has under Buck’s knees and the one around his back, pressing a kiss to the golden crown. They’ll have pancakes for breakfast tomorrow.

Hair the color of wheat tickles his neck and chin as he moves carefully up the stairs and Buck’s warm exhales fan over his chest. Through his worry, Bucky can feel warmth spreading through his entire being at such a demonstration of trust and vulnerability. He knows he’s broader than most, and his build has often been a source of pride, especially in his teens while he was still trying to find himself among others. And though Buck is no small man either, only two inches shorter than Bucky, he’s always been on the leaner side. No less powerful than him, but all grace and lean muscles. In the Stalag, Bucky had despaired and cursed at the difference as he watched Buck wither away faster than others, his shoulder blades like two broken wings piercing through his shirt that hung off his frame. Now, he feels a sense of gratefulness that perhaps, his slightly broader form helps Buck feel protected and safe. 

Even though Buck’s lighter than he should be, Bucky’s arms and backs scream in protest at the prolonged exertion but he grits his teeth against the ache and opens their bedroom door with his elbow. The moon hasn’t risen yet, the sky a pinkish color through the window illuminating the room with a soft glow. Carefully, Bucky deposits Buck on the bed, first his legs then his upper body, one hand cradling the back of his head as he lowers him to the pillow. Buck sleeps on, lips slightly parted, and Bucky can’t resist swiping a few errand strands off his forehead before placing a feather-light kiss there. Stretching back up, he considers changing Buck into comfier clothes as he knows the man will purse his lips in disgust at the wrinkles that are sure to be in his current clothes in the morning but Bucky’s own limbs are calling out for him to rest. He’ll just kiss Buck’s pout in the morning, he figures with a grin. Still, he knows Buck hates sleeping without a blanket on, even in the sweltering heat of summer, so he untucks the covers from their army-regulated folds and manages to cover Buck with them, effectively tucking him in. Hovering over him, hand braced near his head on the pillow, Bucky’s once again struck by how beautiful the other is. With his blond hair forming a halo on the white pillow, he really does look like an angel. Bucky’s angel. His gaze drifts to the long blond eyelashes fanning over delicate cheekbones, and his lips tingle with the need to see again how they’d feel against them. Slowly, he lowers himself to press barely there kisses to the skin under Buck’s eyes, feels the soft brush of eyelashes and the warmth of his skin against his lips. It’s only been an hour at most but Bucky already misses the blue of his eyes. John huffs a laugh at the thought. He really is gone for this man, isn’t he ?

Then, Buck shifts in his sleep and Bucky freezes, afraid he’d woken him up with his affections. But the other only turns on his side, one hand going under his pillow while the other latches on to Bucky’s as it rests against the pillow, and brings it closer to his face, sighing contentedly as he does so. Bucky’s heart starts hammering in his chest as waves of fondness pour out of him. He is filled with so much love for the man under him he’s surprised he hasn’t exploded yet, but he supposes it is because his love bleeds through everything he does, every word he speaks. This, he thinks, this is why I fought. For this love, I’d do it all over again. As long as I get to love him like this, I’ll never not come home.

Careful not to dislodge his hand from Buck’s gentle hold, he slides under the covers behind him, chest to back, tangling their legs together, and nuzzles his hair before pressing a kiss to the top of his spine.

“You and me, Buck.”

Buck, still asleep, instantly presses closer until they are closer to one than to two like they’ve always been and always were meant to be.

BuckandBucky.

[indras-wife]

Hiiiii

it’s my first request, so congratulations cause you take my first time!! . So, now I wanna request about only my man Shisui! (You may add a someone else, if you want to) headcanones to his yandere version <3 Maybe it’s like alphabet?? NSFW part allowed and mostly welcomed ~ have a great day sweetie, love you and Elysia ~

Thank you for trusting me with your first request sweetheart~! Another Shisui request yayyy! I get so happy that underated characters get the love they deserve and Shisui is too good to be ignored sooo...THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING ABOUT HIM! I did full NSFW alphabet with some yandere headcanons, hope its okay with you~. Enjoy reading and feel free to request more of this fine man. Elysia and I love you toooo~ Have a splendid day<3

Yandere Shisui Headcanons

As a Yandere, Shisui is a very calm one, so calm that you would not even think he is a Yandere. He was always a sweet, calm guy who loves joking with you and occasionally flirt with you. Knowing his easy-going nature, at first you were ignoring his jokes, not taking them too seriously. Sometime you would even flirt back with him as a joke, which later on would be the reason of his yandere behaviour change.

You started noticing those changes when you got closer to one of your mutual friends to whom you always had a crush on. You stopped spending much time with Shisui, desiring to spend time with your crush and learning more about him. This of course, upset Shisui, making him angry too. Why you did not want to spend time with him. Is he that boring? Did he go overboard with his flirting jokes? He could not help but wonder about it all the time, resulting in becoming more and more obsessed with you.

One day, you found him standing in front of your house, with flowers in his hand. You approached him, wondering what is he doing here. He gave the flowers to you along a note, his cheeks blushing slowly and looking away.

A love letter...As you read it, you could not help but laugh. This was definitely one of his jokes and you got used to them. "Shisui, your jokes are really not ending." you said. Shisui, now looking more serious let you know that his letter is for real and that he likes you.

Of course you pushed him away because you confessed to your crush and wee now a couple together. When you let him know, Shisui could not hide his disappointment. A loser like him did not deserve you and he would make sure you become his instead.

He makes this cruel plan in his head, asking one of his girl friends to help him. His plan was simple: ask the girl to seduce your bf and have you witness him cheating on you. Pretty easy, considering your boyfriend would not let the chance of fucking someone slip from his fingers.

As he desired, you witness your boyfriend cheating on you in your own house. You were returning back from a mission, hoping to relax a little bit before meeting your boyfriend, but you see him fucking someone else in your bed, which crushes you. You drag them both out of your house and life, sinking into the world of depression.

The only person there to comfort you was of course Shisui, who came to your house after knowing his plan worked. He brought you chocolate and a small plushie, knowing you love soft animals. He was more than satisfied when you hugged him hard, crying and saying how much you hated your ex now for doing this to you.

After Shisui helped you get little better, he started to spend more time with you, which eventually led you to falling in love with him. This was of course what he desired. Once he got you, he won't let you go ever.

His brainwashing words and actions helped him, because now you wanted to do nothing but spend more time with only him. You cut your connection with your friends and spent your time with Shisui. He would be very jealous if a man dared to look at you when you were walking down the street, so he tried to put you away from the spotlight as much as he could.

NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Shisui is very attentive to aftercare. When you both are done, if its still light outside, he makes sure to grab a towel and help you clean up (he turns you into a literal mess), change your clothes and feed you. A happy girlfriend means happy life and more sex to come! If its nighttime, he always cuddles you and kisses your skin till you fall asleep. He is a softie when it comes to taking care of you <3

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Shisui's favourite body part of his is his shoulders, arms and chest. All are connected with you. He loves his shoulders and back because your legs look nice resting on them. He loves his arms because he manhandles you PERFECTLY with his toned arms and he loves his chest because he loves seeing you lay on it everyday. He finds it cute seeing you fall asleep on him when you are tired.

His favourite part of your body...Well he loves every inch of skin, but he has special liking to your ass. He is an ass guy. LOVES pulling your dress up and watching your ass as you move. Your ass is his favourite part also because they serve as good pillows for him when you laying on your stomach and he places his head on your ass. A sweet paradise is what he calls it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He is the type of man who doesn't let any single drop of cum go to waste. He makes sure to always empty himself in you just so he can later watch his cum drip out of you. There something so hot in it that he simply cannot get enough. He loves to cum inside you, but loves to cum on your body too. Face, tits and stomach are usually covered in his cum when you both fuck. He turns you his cum slut in every way possible.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Shisui's dirty secret involves him keeping few of your panties with him during his missions. He cannot function without your sweet aroma, and your panties help him keep his sanity till he comes back to you. You never notice your panties missing which makes his job of stealing your clothes more fun.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He was experienced but not as much. Shisui is demisexual and cannot have sex with people he doesn't feel connection with. He experienced a little bit with his first partner before you, but with you he took more liberties. He took his time to study your body, making him more experienced in the sphere of pleasuring you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. This man LOVES staring in your eyes when he has sex with you. Seeing your face in pleasure gives him more energy. He loves doggy style too, but missionary has a special place in his brain. He is obsessed with seeing the pleasure he gives you, it boosts his ego.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He is both! Shisui can be very goofy in sex. He may crack a joke or too while inside you, as he believes having sex without talking to each other is very dull. But dont expect him to crack a joke when he is too gone into pleasure. He would be focused on making you orgasm and him filling you up. MAYBE after sex he will say things such as "I burnt more calories by fucking you then I ever could with training. We shall add this to our daily schedule"

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He is very groomed. He loves smooth skin both on you and him.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Shisui is one of the guys who is very romantic. He loves initiating intimacy with you every chance he got. He starts off slow, with making food for you, or gifting you flowers or other things you want. A true gentleman indeed. During intimacy he loves praising you, whispering dirty things in your ear. "Oh you take me so good baby..~" or "Your tight pussy feels perfect arouns my cock!!". He isnt afraid to let you know that you are doing a good job.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Shisui prefers spilling his seed in you, but when he is out on a mission and cannot take any longer, he takes matters into his own hands. He fantasies about you, the different positions he put you some nights ago. He memorised your moans and face during sex, so he uses them every time he jacks off.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He LOVES choking you. It's one of his favourite things to do. Shisui also loves melting wax on your skin, preferably on your back. Another kink he has is tying you. He loves seeing you all helpless and at his mercy.

Another one of his kinks is edging you. Words cannot describe what type of satisfaction this man gets from it. He will edge you so much till you are a crying, horny mess, begging him to finally fuck you and let you cum.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Short answer: EVERYWHERE. Yes, he is a full freak who fucks you where he wants. However, his most favourite places are on the bed and...in public. In his or your bed, he haa the freedom to do what he wants to without feeling ashamed. In public however he is limited. Though he loves being sneaky in public, placing you on his lap and fingering you under your skirt. "Can't be loud baby~ You dont want people around to know what a dirty slut you are right~". Literally tortures you and gets enjoyment from it.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your pretty face is enough to turn this man on. But as an ass guy, the minute he sees you wearing a tight dress or a short dress, he instantly gets turned on.

During intimacy, your loud moans give him the energy he needs for fucking you. The louder you are, the harder he goes.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Shisui has no specific limitations as he is open to anything, but will never do anything you dont want. For example, if you tell him you dont like anal, he would never force you to have it. He respects your decisions and choices and as a honorable man, he will do anything to make you feel safe with him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He LOVES receiving oral. Seeing your lips wrapped around his cock is an euphoric sight and feeling for him. Absolutely loves when you cockwarm him with your mouth. If he is angry at something or someone, expect to be on your knees and his cock in your mouth for some time. It relaxes him.

He is big on giving oral too! This man loves having your legs wrapped around his head, suffocating him as you grind on his tongue. He eats you out daily. Loves waking you up with it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

For Shisui it depends on the type of sex he is having. If he is in the mood for romantic love making, expect slow and sensual one, with lots of soft kisses on your skin. But if he is aggravated and needs to take his anger off, expect to have rough and fast sex. He will break some furnitures here and there trying to satisfy his hunger and the anger he is feeling.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If he is too busy, or if you are too busy then quickies will be part of your routine. He cannot go a day without touching you so quickies are a good way of helping you both.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Shisui is up for anything. You want to do something risky? Count him in. He will do anything connected with risk. If it correlates with sex too, thats even better.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Shisui has a great stamina! He can go for many rounds, as many as you can take. He trained himself to last long, so he isn't your typical man who lasts a short time. No. With him, you may even get annoyed at how long he can last.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He does not own toys at all. BUT~...He is not against using them on his s/o. In fact, he is very likely to buy toys himself to surprise you during intimacy. "See what I got for you..~" he says while showing the toy. He is fully open to the idea of having toys used on him too!

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves teasing you, especially when you both are in public. He pretends to be an innocent guy doing nothing perverted, but under your clothes, his skillful fingers play with your clit without any shame. He mostly does it to see how long you can go without making any moan or cumming. Of course, when you fail, he takes notice of it to punish you later.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He one of the few men who love being vocal. Grunts, moans, whimepers, everything that can cross your mind. He isnt afraid of showing his partner how good she makes him feel and he isnt ashamed for being vocal. In fact, he is quite proud of it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

You want to know how to get him weak in his knees and get him desperate? Ride him to oblivion. He LOVES when you ride him, it drives him crazy! When you get on top of him, Shisui becomes this obedient man who wants nothing else but see you ride him. His hands would guide your hips first, then when you feel more confident he will let you take the reigns.

Another weakness he has is being tied. Yes he loves being tied. Anything hotter than his s/o tying him and making him her toy? No. He loves it. Do it always, he would be grateful forever.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Shisui has nice toned body. He takes his sweet time with practices to not be out of shape. He doesnt love being too muscular, as he thinks it makes him look weird. He goes more for a softer muscular size as it suits him better in his mind.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Wild...very wild. There's like no break in between with him. His sex drive always puts him in bad situation and makes you tired.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He falls asleep mostly when you fall asleep. Shisui has to make sure you are in deep slumber before sleeping. Also he loves staring at you when you are asleep, so he tries to enjoy your cute face before dozing off.

[youremyheaven]

Phoebe Buffay Is a Punarvasu Icon

A few days ago I had a realisation that Lisa Kudrow who plays Phoebe is a Punarvasu Rising (conjunct her Rahu in Punarvasu) and ever since then I can't help but notice all the Punarvasu themes in Phoebe's life.

Let's start at the very beginning. Phoebe has had a very difficult childhood. She grew up extremely poor, her mother killed herself, her biological father abandoned them, her stepfather went to jail, and she lived on the streets and did not finish high school. In an earlier post, I spoke about how Jupiter-dominant women have both daddy and mommy issues and how in general Jupiter natives tend to have difficult childhoods. Phoebe's early life is textbook Jupiter in that sense.

Even more interestingly, Punarvasu nakshatra refers to the stars of Castor & Pollux in the Gemini constellation who are thought of as twins (they're named after twin brothers in Roman mythology, one who is cruel and one who is kind once again pointing to the dual nature of Jupiter)

In the show, Phoebe has a twin sister Ursula and even more interestingly, Phoebe is the nice & kind twin and Ursula is the mean, uncaring one.

random fun fact: Angelina Jolie wanted to name her unborn twins Castor & Pollux. Although she did not go through with it, her twins are Punarvasu Sun lol

anyways.

Phoebe's childlike spirit and enthusiasm is another trademark feature. She has the joie d'vivre <33 Phoebe can be seen as too random, too loud or "too much" in general and many have said that she's their least favourite character :( but this is literally Punarvasu/Jupiter nature. Jupiter is the biggest planet in our solar system, which means every other planetary dominance type operates on a level that's a gazillion types smaller (other than Saturn but Saturn has entirely different principles) people don't understand how one person can be sooo many different things. Jupiter natives are always at risk of being too brash or too forthcoming or whatever because most people operate on small reserves of energy and genuinely do not have the ability to care as much about others/literally anything or be as eclectic. Its very amusing to me that in the alt reality episode Phoebe is a stockbroker lmfao. It shows how being a carefree hippie who deeply cares about justice and fairness is such a core part of her personality and an alternate reality Phoebe is one who works a soul sucking corporate job and gets 2 heart attacks on a single day. Its also heartwarming that by the end of that episode she's back at the cafe singing. In every reality no matter how many detours there may be, her Punarvasu nature forces her to listen to her heart (literally).

Phoebe is not a good singer but she sings anyway. She has a very child like spirit that all Punarvasu natives have.

I have also noticed that most Punarvasus speak more than one language and have excellent pronunciation (Punarvasu's 2/4 padas lie in Gemini) or very convincing accents. Halsey (Punarvasu Moon) speaks some French (here's a clip of her singing in French) and she has a really good accent. Margot Robbie, Punarvasu Rising is also very good at doing accents. Shakira, Punarvasu Moon is another example, she barely has an accent when she speaks English despite it not being her first language. Phoebe is said to speak French on the show and is said to be good at it.

Phoebe has a hippie-boho style and has esoteric interests. She's very spiritual and I've always thought that Punarvasu natives are like that. Miranda Kerr, Punarvasu Moon lives a very holistic wellness-focused life, I know this also depends on other placements but Punarvasus tend to have a very spiritual bend.

She's very chaotic, random and very ditzy. That's as Punarvasu/Jupiter dominant as it gets. Phoebe is however not a doormat, she's not an airhead or someone people take advantage of, she can't be made to do anything she does not want to do. She always stands up for herself and her friends. Throughout the show you see her take a very anti-corporate stance, she supports animal rights, is a vegetarian, cares about the environment. Being passionate about social justice is a big part of a Jupiter dominant person's life.

Phoebe does not beat around the bush, she always tells it like it is. She's blunt af but not unkind or mean or selfish. In fact, she's extremely generous and compassionate.

How many people would be willing to be their brother's surrogate? that too a brother they didn't even know they had??😭😭😭

Phoebe marries rich, and to a man who deeply loves her. this is another Punarvasu theme. Since Punarvasu has themes of getting things right on the second try, sometimes Punarvasu natives marry twice.

On the show, Phoebe was originally married to another guy who she married because she wanted to help him get a green card. That again speaks volumes about her kindness and generosity. Punarvasu natives are so kind and giving its kind of stupid. Who the hell marries to help someone? It's very very rare.

Punarvasu natives are also known for their kindness and generosity. Keanu Reeves, Punarvasu Moon is known for this nature of his and Karina from Aespa is another example.

Karina was on a variety show this year after it was announced that she's the ambassador for Converse and she got the whole crew of some 20+ people Converse sneakers??😭😭In fact she's known for her generosity and always gifts the crew when she makes appearances on shows.

Another feature of Punarvasu natives is their random luck, these people are born with lucky charms tbh. Phoebe's massage client, who works at a stock exchange said she'd be good at trading and offered her a job that she declined bc she's not into it. Phoebe meets Mike on a blind date. Phoebe saw an ad for a roommate and thats how she met Monica and the rest of the crew. Phoebe has gone by her whole life on insane luck. Not many people who have had lives as difficult as hers get to experience the kind of blessings she has or retain her sense of enthusiasm and childlike wonder.

Punarvasu natives often have really difficult lives/experiences but it never breaks their spirit, it only makes them kinder. This is their most defining personality trait.

Also if we are to assume the character of Phoebe is Punarvasu Moon then all of her 20s she will have been experiencing her Saturn Mahadasha, and as the show ends, her Saturn mahadasha is also over (because she's past 30/31), she spent all her 20s as a masseuse who makes little money and sings at a cafe, by the end of it, she's married to a rich man and the quality of her life presumably improves.

Other examples of Punarvasu natives random luck includes, Halsey, Punarvasu Moon's song going viral on soundcloud when she was like 20 and being signed to a record company and getting to where she is now, Karina from Aespa was discovered through her IG profile by her current label, Priyanka Chopra, Punarvasu Sun won Miss World at 17-18 yrs old, Katrina Kaif, Punarvasu Sun was modelling in London as a teenager when she got a chance to work on a Bollywood film and now she's one of the biggest stars in India. Shakira, Punarvasu Moon was signed to Sony Columbia when she was 13 (look up the story of how she met that executive, it's so crazy), Caroline Polachek, Punarvasu Moon was selling CDs of her band's album out of a van for $5 which was then bought by a woman who's bf had a popular radio show and played the music on his show, which was then heard by an Apple studio executive who then used the song on an early iPod commercial which was then heard by an executive at Columbia Records who signed them. Mariah Carey, Punarvasu Moon met Tommy Mottola, head of Columbia Records at a party and gave him her demo tape, which he listened to on the car on the way home from the party, he loved it so much he turned the car around to go back and find her but she had already left the party and he spend 2 weeks looking for her, eventually found her and signed her and the rest as they say is history.

[haizficz]

Hey lovely writer!

I read your kate fanfiction earlier and i was absolutely not blushing, crying and kicking my feet (that is a lie) and i thought this masterpiece needs a Part two!!!!

My idea is that Kate wants to go to a Mission again but Reader will not let her because of too much worries for Kate getting hurt again.

Would love if you have Time to write this!

The ocean of your worries.

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Kate Bishop x Female Reader

Summary: Kate opens up to you after you started to ignore your fear of losing her.

Warnings: mentions of blood; injuries; dark thoughts about dying; tears; anxiety; flashbacks

This is Part two of Drown in your Worries.

a/n: The way my jaw dropped when i read this request. "Drown in your Worries" was my first Kate Bishop fic and when i tell you, writing a part two was the best thing ever. Sooo thank you for sending in this request and enjoy reading!

Thank you for all the support! Reblogs, Notes and Comments are highly appreciated as always!

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It has been two months now since Kate had her little accident. The wound has healed pretty well since then, and Kate has never been on a mission again. Of course, Clint knew that Kate wouldn't be able to help him in the near future, which is why he never sent her on one. You were very grateful to Clint for that. Also you have really enjoyed the last few weeks. Kate was always with you. You spent every second of the two months together, but that made you even more addicted to Kate. Every day your fear grew that Clint would contact her and she would have to leave you again for probably days, if not weeks.

But that wasn't the only thing. Kate longed for her bow and arrow. She became more and more sad every day that she could never go to training. She also never thought that Clint wouldn´t get in touch with her for such a long time. It was stressful for her and restorative for you. But neither of you noticed your feelings towards eachother at all.

Kate enjoyed the time with you, but a piece of herself was missing. Her bow is like a piece of her body. It's just as important to her as her arm. It was strange for her to have such an injury that she couldn't even hold her bow properly. It felt wrong and she just missed it.

And you were blind. You couldn't see this because you simply enjoyed your time and company with her too much. You got used to it so quickly that you're practically glued to Kate now. She became even more important to you and you fell in love with her even more. There was no way you could just let her go on a mission now. It felt impossible to you. Especially when the moment came.., today.

You were sleeping and cuddled up with your girlfriend in your shared bed when Kate's phone suddenly rang. You both jumped and you looked up at your Kate, who was just removing her hands from your back and taking her vibrating phone.

"Who is it?"

You mumbled into Kate's oversized shirt. She looked at the name beaming on the screen. Wide eyes and open mouth formed Kate's face. "It's Clint."

Your heart stopped for a moment. The fear you hadn't felt for two months was irrupting you again. That cruel and stinging feeling when breathing. The fear of losing Kate was back.

"Clint, it's freaking seven in the morning."

"That's the first thing i hear from you after two months?"

"Well.., why'd you call me?"

"I need your help."

"With a mission?"

You took a glance at Kate who was already looking at you, both of you waiting for Clint´s answer.

"Yes, not an easy one though, that´s why I need you, Kate."

As Clint finished his sentence an overwhelming dread filled you. Your vision blurred because of the tears forming in your eyes. After realizing you hid your face in Kate's shirt so she wouldn't notice, which she already did.

"I'll call you back."

She put her phone back on the nightstand and layed her hands under your hoodie. She drew small circles on your warm back and sighed deeply as you were concealing your face into her chest weeping.

"I can't lose you Kate. I can't-"

"Shh, it's all gonna be okay... Remember my promise?"

Your crying got quieter and you simply nodded afterwards, still keeping your face in Kate´s chest.

You will never lose me, my yn, I promise~

"I will never break it, that's my second promise, okay?"

You nodded again and a comfortable silence came up. Your grip around Kate's body loosed as you were slowly falling back into a deep sleep.

Kate was overwhelmed with your and her feelings, and didn't know what to do. She was so satisfied to see you so happy recently that she didn't want to leave you anymore. On the other hand, she loved saving the world with Clint, and especially she could do archery again. But…, she loves you more than that. Clint needs her, but you needed Kate just as much. It´s difficult.

Moments later, you woke up again after an hour of sleep, in a now empty bed. You slowly got up and made your way to the living room where you found Kate sitting on the couch, only wearing sweatpants and a sports bra. Her hands are on her wound and her eyes focused on her bow hanging on the wall.

Sighing, you approached her and kissed her head, your hands resting on her shoulders and there taking away her heavy burden. After a few seconds you kneeled in front of her between her legs and took her hands in yours. You wanted to look into her eyes but she moved her face away from your gaze.

"Hey, look at me.., please Katie."

You squeezed her hand slightly and searched for her eyes as she finally looked at you.

"What about, we´re going to your favorite bakery and then to Clints and you will shoot some arrows, okay?"

Kate looked at you surprised, but with a small smile.

"I´d really like that."

Now you were smiling too.

"And later we will talk with Clint about this weird mission, okay?"

"You sure `bout that?"

"I don´t know, yet."

Kate laughed at that and started looking at your lips.

"I love you so much, y/n."

Before you could say it back, her lips were brushing over yours, slowly forming a gentle kiss.

You knew that Kate wanted to get out of here, which is why you were getting over yourself now. The weight on your shoulders grew heavier, but seeing Kate happy was important to you, which is why you are right now sitting next to Clint and watching Kate trying to shoot some arrows. In the meanwhile Kate struggled a little with hitting the bullseye, you started a conversation with Clint.

"You know Clint.."

He turned his head to your side and hummed in response.

"I can't lose her."

The archer looked up to the sky and sighed.

"I know y/n."

"Please, when you're.. out there, take care of her."

Clint glanced back to you and nodded.

"I will, I promise."

"Thank yo-"

"BABE, I HIT THE BULLSEYE!!"

Kate suddenly screamed, running over to you with a bright smile on her face, that made you blush and your talk with Clint was now over.

The rest of the day was pretty relaxing. Kate shot a few more arrows and then you snuggled up in bed in the guest room with her. Also you were talking about the mission a few hours ago. Clint told you everything he knew and what Kate should do to help him.

It was about a serum that was stolen from a hidden laboratory in New York. The perpetrator was caught, but without the serum. So it's Clint and Kate's job to find this serum and bring it back to the lab. Sounds difficult, what it actually is and it's hard to let your girlfriend join in when she's only just held her bow in her hand for the first time in two months and the mission will start tomorrow morning.

Comfortable you were laying in bed with your loving girlfriend, your arm and leg over her nice warm body and your head on her shoulder, so that she could feel your hot breath on her neck. Your hand rested on Kate´s belly, feeling the scar with your fingers. But however, no matter how pleasant and peaceful the moment right now was, it wasn't Kate's or your thoughts. Both of you didn't know how difficult the mission would be, but you know it won't be easy. For you and for Kate. Both of your worries floated in the room and disrupted the beautiful atmosphere.

"Your thoughts are loud, Babe." You interrupted the silence with your sleepy and raspy voice.

"Mhm, so are yours."

You sighed deeply, questioning what Kate is thinking about. Probably about saving the world or she just goes through the expiration of her and Clint´s plan again, you thought.

A deep sigh left Kate´s lips which brought you back to present.

"I´m scared."

"Scared about what."

"About dying."

You moved your body closer to Kate, realizing that all you´ve thought was wrong, you kissed her neck multiple times to comfort her. The same time you did that, tears were forming in your eyes. You knew that Kate still wants to say something, so you stayed quiet until she was ready to speak up.

"You know, that day, I came home with this terrible laceration.. The moment it happened, that moment this- this man cut me with his stupid knife, and I was almost bleeding out because of it, my mind was just full of you.--"

"Oh fuck!" Kate screamed through the sharp pain in her stomach. Her hands pressed against the open wound. Blood seeped through her purple suit and the red color was all over her hands. She almost fainted until she saw Clint running towards her. He carefully picked her up and sprinted to a stranger`s car with Kate in his arms. The archer slowly placed her in the back seat and took a quick look at the cut. "Shit, it's a deep one." After Kate groaned, he quickly closed the door and got into the car too. He started to drive away until Kate asked him where he was taking her.

"To the Avengers Compound, ther-"

"No, no, no, no, no, drive me home, please, Clint."

Kate moved her body back and forth in panic, shaking her head as she did so.

"But you need stitches!"

"All I need is y/n!" She shouted which made Clint silent, and drive her to you and Kate´s ampartment.

"All I needed was you in that moment, y/n, and my thoughts were full of our conversation before the mission, when you said to me that- that it doesn´t matter where I am, or what I´m doing, that you are with me, always. I imagined you were holding me, telling me that it was okay, telling me that I would survive and that you need me."

Kate was weak and almost fainted every minute for a short time, until she felt her heart beat slower.

"No, no, no, I don´t wanna die, I don´t wanna die, I don´t wanna die-"

She cried out, trying to calm her breaths down while Clint continued yelling "No!". He was scared, scared of loosing his best friend again and hearing a just 22 year old screaming that she doesn´t want to die breaks him apart.

"You are the reason why I´m still here."

Because Kate confessed everything to you, you started to cry, as did she. You never realized that Kate was afraid to go on a mission until now. All these two months she carried this burden and never told you. All these two months she didn´t tell you that she was anxious that Clint would call her someday to do this again, she had the exact same fear you had.

Both of you were weeping into eachothers necks and holding eachothers bodys. And it doesn´t matter if you´re here or not, doesn´t matter if Kate´s here or not, you will always be together and build a bridge to cross this ocean of your worries.

"I love you, Kate."

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[sapphiewritesstuff]

Okay but like....

Imagine Namor just waking you up in the middle of the night with gentle licks of his tongue on your private parts just because he woke up and felt horny. The way that he would be so skillful and gentle yet firm with his tongue... Jeeeesuuus, my mind is running rampant right now, Dios mío... And just as you are about to finish, he would just pull away and smirk, asking teasingly if you really want it. Make you beg for release... And after he would make you cum, either with his hand or mouth, he would lick you all up squeaky clean and then just come up your body, lick and kiss all of you, leaving hickeys all over you. Then he would kiss you deeply and passionately and you just start feeling him humping and thrusting against your thigh... Slowly he would get rid of his (shame) shorts and slide his dick up and down against your wet, from his previous assault on it, hole and slide right in. Stopping for a second to let out a shaky breath with a slight moan. He would start thrusting slowly at first, feeling you squeeze him so tight that he had to physically stop, his hands almost giving out under him and letting out the filthiest moan ever known to mankind. You wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him into a "hot mess" kiss. He would start thrusting again, speeding up a bit, biting hickeys into your neck. He would play with your nipples, twisting them, giving them an experimental lick, tugging on them. The he would speed up even more, giving in a bit more strength into it too. Hearing your moans, whimpers and shaky breaths, he put one of his hands to use where you needed him, doing the best he could to pleasure you the way you deserve. Feeling you coming close to your climax, he would start thrusting into you as fast as he possibly could putting more strength into the thrusts, hitting your sweet, sweet spot with every thrust. When you would finally come with the loudest moan he had heard yet, he wouldn't stop thrusting, prolonging your climax and also throwing you into a spiral with an even more intense third orgasm of your nightly love-making. After he would finally see that you can't physically go any further and would not be able to come again or you would pass out, he finally would let himself go, planting his seed inside of you as deep as it's physically possible, groaning and moaning into your ear after he bent down with the force of his own orgasm, putting his weight onto your still shivering body but tyring not to squash you. Still not pulling out, placing, gentle as a butterfly, kisses along your neck, then your jaw, chin, both of your cheeks, temples, forehead, nose, your still closed with bliss eyelids and finally -your lips. Gentle as he could be, but still passionate, full of love that he has for you. Then finally pulling out of you, getting the weight of his body off of yours and putting it down on the bed next to you. Pulling you into himself, placing the covers back onto your bodies and wrapping his arms tightly around you as if to protect you from the cruel world. He would kiss your head lovingly and listen to your steady and heavy breathing as you finally fall asleep, once again, just to soon follow into your steps.

Just imagine 🥴 Also sorry for any errors in language, grammar and all that stuff if there are any since English isn't my first language 😅 I just had to get it out from my head and I saw your post and just had to share it with you and anyone that would read it 😂 I also wrote it especially as gender neutral as I could and could think off so absolutely anyone can just imagine themselves in this situation 😊 Hope you liked it and that I put some ideas into your mind that you might like 😉 Have a great day/night! ❤️

MY LORDDDD

dear lord I wanna write something for this but I just?? I’m so down bad for this man

Namor definitely has a thing for marking you up like this man is TERRITORIAL and POSSESSIVE let’s get one thing clear. Ohh and he would be sooo good with his hands too?? He’s such a good lover I’m

[stellasworks]

Yearning.

Bi-Han x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, arranged marriage, Bi-Han being mean :(, character death, arguing, possible triggers for anyone with an ED (mentions of malnourishment).

A/N: I’m so sorry if this doesn’t really make a lot of sense, I will admit it’s been sooo long since I’ve written a genuine x reader fic. But I hope to improve in the future. 🫶🏻

Being the wife of a cold-hearted grandmaster was not ideal.

Often he would come home, pay you no mind, eat, then go to bed. It’s a very common occurrence, one that you loathed.

But yet.

You loved him.

You don’t know what it was about him, maybe it was his determination, or his stoic nature, maybe it was just how handsome he is. You never knew.

You two didn’t sleep in the same room. You, unfortunately, remember the talk you two had about it like it was yesterday.

Your clan had arranged for you to marry Bi-Han due to the clan lacking status and respect, so they made an agreement with the Lin Kuei. You’d marry the eldest brother, Bi-Han, who’d soon be the grandmaster because of the recent grandmaster, their fathers death in order to not only gain respect but to gain the strength of the Lin Kuei being in their corner.

Having fully moved in to the Lin Kuei temple, you had wondered about your room. So you thought to ask Bi-Han.

You found him training his members, you had stopped to watch him train them for a bit before calling out to him. He stopped the session and walked over to you.

“What do you need, I’m in the middle of something.” He said coldly

It caught you off guard at first, his rude tone, but you left it be. “I was wondering about where I’d be sleeping, considering there are so many rooms I can only assume I’m sleeping with you in your room-“ He cut you off, scoffing in annoyance.

“No. You’ll have your own room.” He said, you looked at him in disbelief.

“My own room..? But we are married are we not? We should at least sleep in the same bed Bi-Han.”

“Grandmaster.”

Your brow furrowed “Excuse me?” You asked.

“You are to call me Grandmaster, not by my name. You’ve not earned the respect to call me by such familiarities.” He said, finding no remorse for being so rude.

“You are more concerned with me calling you by your professional title than where your wife is sleeping at night..?” You asked.

He scoffed once more and shook his head slightly almost as if he was speaking to a child he was disappointed in. “In the public eye, you are my wife, but here? You are nothing more than another occupant living in this temple. Our relationship is strictly business related. Nothing more, do not think of it as anything else.”

You went silent, you’ve never met someone so cruel.

“My mistake.” You said in a snippy tone. You attempted to walk away before he grabbed your wrist, you didn’t turn to face him you just listened.

“You will treat me with respect.” He said demandingly

“Then you will earn it.” You replied. You then walked away, you didn’t speak to him for the rest of that day.

You had come down from your room, having just woke up, and as soon as you arrived downstairs you spotted Bi-Han and his brothers Kuai Liang and Tomas, getting prepared for something. You had walked over to the brothers and asked what was going on. Bi-Han didn’t even look at you before Kuai Liang spoke.

“We have received orders from Liu Kang, we are preparing to head to Outworld to help find Shang Tsung. We will be gone for a while.” He said.

You became increasingly upset but kept a level head.

“Why was I not told about this beforehand?” You asked, more so directed towards Bi-Han.

“Because it does not concern you.” Bi-Han spoke.

“It most definitely concerns me! You are my husband, and whether you like to acknowledge it or not I love you and I care for your brothers! I should be told important thing like this! What if something happens to one of you and I didn’t know?” You asked getting exceedingly frustrated.

Kuai Liang knew where this was about to go, so he took Tomas and left the room.

“There is no one to blame but yourself for loving me, you are well aware I do not feel the same, so do not think you can raise your voice at me just because we are married. The sole purpose of our relationship is business. Nothing else. You cannot possibly be so naive as to-“ You cut him off from his tangent

“I am not naive! I am not a child so stop treating me as such! I refuse to believe that you are genuinely this cold and mean and ruthless all because you are grandmaster and you have a certain reputation to keep up!” You raised your voice at him once more watching him freeze in disbelief, not in disbelief that you were speaking to him like this but in disbelief that you were finally expressing your true feelings to him.

“You cannot possibly tell me you do not feel an ounce of love for me! I refuse to believe it!” You said.

“If you truly do not feel anything for me I want you to say it. Say it and I will leave you be, I won’t speak to you, I won’t bother you anymore. I will relieve you of the burden that is my presence.” You said, hoping that something would change in his heart to make him realize that he loved you.

oh.. how naive.

He walked up to you. Look you dead in your eyes.

“I feel nothing for you. You are nothing to me but an inconvenience. I did your clan a favor, and yet somehow I am met with the biggest burden of it all.” He said.

You looked down from him and stood there for a moment, you felt your heart break and felt tears streaming down your face, yet no crying was heard. You’ve reached your breaking point.

“Apologies.”

You turned and headed up stairs back to your room. Soon after Bi-Han left with his brothers.

You laid in your bed and cried, soon after falling asleep.

You woke up feeling ill. You had a fever, and you felt your heart racing. You attempted to walk out of your room, to the medic of the Lin Kuei.

You got half way down the hall but soon collapsed on the floor. You felt weak. You yelled out for help, soon after two Lin Kuei members found you and helped you to the medics office. Once you arrived, the medic saw how pale and sweaty you were almost as if you had seen a ghost. He acted quickly and did all that he could. This illness was difficult to identify, it would take weeks for him to properly detect was it was. Little did he know,

You didn’t have much time left.

The brothers had soon returned days later. Usually, when you were told about their missions, you’d quickly come downstairs to greet the brothers. But you were no where to be seen. This filled Bi-Han with a feeling of dread. But why? He did not love you, He didn’t even care for you so why was he feeling this anxious?

He was soon given a reason

The medic that had been treating you broke the news to Bi-Han and urged him to come quickly.

And there you were.

Your breathing was slowed, you were malnourished due to being unable to keep any food down. You were pale and looked visibly frail. He quickly kneeled by your side almost panicking, shakily grabbing your hand in both of his and holding it up to his forehead.

“What happened?!” Bi-Han raised his voice at the medic.

The medic explained that you were sick, and he’s doing his best to keep you alive but Bi-Han cut him off.

“Your best is clearly not enough!” He said, feeling himself getting choked up for the first time in years.

“I want the best doctor you can find in Earthrealm, I do not care who it is just get me them now.” He said to the medic, in order for him to reiterate the request to the others.

Bi-Han looked back at you, feeling tears fall down his face. He felt your hand moved gripping his own.

“Grandmaster?” You said in a raspy voice, almost above a whisper. Looking at him in a confused manner, why was he so worried about you all of the sudden?

“Y/n..” he looked at you with kind eyes yet scared eyes.

“What- what are you doing..?” She asks.

“The doctor told me you are unwell. When did this start?” He asked softly. This was not the Bi-Han you knew. This was someone completely different. Is this who he is capable of being?

“The day.. after you left.” You rasped out.

His breath hitched.

Was he responsible for this? For your weak state?

“I am sorry y/n.. I’ve been cruel to you. It’s always been uncalled for, you’ve only ever tried to show me who you are and how kind you can be. You’ve only ever meant well, and I pushed you away, I was.. afraid to admit my love for you, afraid to be vulnerable.” He said.

“Please, let me stay with you. Allow me to make up for my wrong doings however I can.” He begged.

You stared at him, then looked away from him ripping your hand away from his.

“No.” You said

“Y/n.. please-“

“No. You only notice my worth now that I’m weak and feeble? You notice my value now that I’m dying? You choose now to realize your love for me..?” You asked him.

“You made your choice. You said what you said and you cannot take that back. Just because you feel guilty now that I’m in this state, just because you feel liable for this, suddenly having a change of heart does not shift how you’ve treated me over the years. I’ve done nothing but beg for you to love me as I love you, I guess I truly am naive.” You laid your head down just wanting to rest for now.

He took this into consideration and left you be to rest.

Later that night he checked in on you, he approached the medics office where you had been resting. He knocked on the door, but there was no answer. He knocked once more, no answer. He finally entered, sensing something was wrong. He saw you laying on the bed but something wasn’t right.

You weren’t breathing.

He ran to your side, and yelled asking for the medic.

The medic tried everything he could to revive you but it was no use. Bi-Han dropped to your side cradling your body in his arms as he angrily sobbed into your neck, he loved you. He loved you so much.

But that realization came far too late.

[ihavemanyhusbands]

The Assassin's Apprentice

PART TWO: FATE IS A CRUEL TRICKSTER

Part One // Mini-Series Masterlist

Also on AO3

Pairing: Duncan Vizla x Fem!Reader

WC: 5.0k words

Summary: Duncan decides to start teaching you how to defend yourself, and tensions begin to rise as you get to know each other more.

Chapter Warnings: reluctant allies to lovers, mutual pining, slight power imbalance (mentor/mentee), age gap (reader is mid 20s), shooting lessons, smoking, brief and vague mentions of violence, sooo much tension, very light inebriation, angst ending, aaaand i think thats it but lmk if anything else!

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“Can I get you anything else, honey?” The waitress asked as she set down a plate of pancakes in front of you.

“Just a top-up of coffee, please,” you said, smiling at her appreciatively.

As she poured, you involuntarily glanced at Duncan before looking down. There must’ve been something in your expression that misled her because she grinned slyly and raised an eyebrow at you suggestively.

“You two have a long night?” She asked.

You blinked at her in surprise, immediately wishing you’d sink into the sticky vinyl booth and disappear. Your smile turned into an awkward baring of teeth, especially as the tip of Duncan’s boot nudged yours.

“Just got up early is all…” you mumbled, trying to subtly kick him back. 

She chuckled, misinterpreting your reaction yet again, and turned to Duncan.

“And what about you, sugar? Need a top-up, too?”

“Sure,” he said, seemingly nonplussed by her teasing. “Keep it coming.”

She winked at him conspiratorially and let out another delighted chuckle. Now you wanted to jump across the table and throttle him, but you held onto your self-control by your fingernails.

“Alright, well, I’ll leave you to it now. Just holler if you need anything else.”

With that, she left, completely ignorant of the tension that remained in her wake. You sliced at your pancake with a vengeance, unwilling to look up at him but sensing he was observing you.

“What?” You snapped after a minute, setting your cutlery down.

“Nothing,” he said, methodically spreading butter on his toast. “Just confirming you’re not very good at hiding your emotions, is all. Gonna need to work on that.”

You gaped at him. “So you were intentionally provoking me?”

He shrugged one shoulder as he took a sip of coffee holding your gaze. You narrowed your eyes at him, your pride instinctually making you want to lash out. It was true that in a lot of ways you had your heart on your sleeve, so even if you didn’t want to admit it, he had a point. It was just a little strange that patience was the first lesson he seemed to want to impart.

Perhaps that was one of the reasons he had thus far been so uncooperative – a lesson in and of itself. You drummed your fingers on the table as you thought, and in that introspection, you gave him no reaction at all.

“That’s better,” he said, bringing your attention back to him. “I’m more observant than you may think. My silence allows for it.”

“And what else have you figured out about me, hmm?” You said, a challenge edging your tone. “How tough am I going to be to break into the perfect, stoic killer?”

He huffed in amusement. “I would say that’s more dependent on you.”

You leaned forward slightly, not backing down. “What? You’re not going to try to mold me in your image?”

He looked away then. “Far from it.”

A thought struck you then and you stopped drumming your fingers. You didn’t even want to mention it, but at that point, curiosity had sunk its claws into you. Still, you leaned back and took a bite of your food, letting the silence hang for a moment longer.

“So, last night… Was that some sort of lesson, too?” You asked, trying to sound casual. “Maybe about pride or something?”

He shook his head, spearing some egg with his fork but making no effort to actually eat it. 

“No, that was just us doing the best with what we had then. Sometimes that’s all you can do.”

You nodded, contemplating this. The rest of the meal went by in silence, both of you unsure of what else to say. He had put things in a strangely tender light, somehow, but neither of you could acknowledge it. You snuck furtive glances at him, thinking for the first time that perhaps you’d made the right choice staying with him. It was nice to be surprised from time to time, and things finally seemed to be moving in the right direction in terms of your training.

Once you were done, Duncan went up to the counter to pay. The waitress said something to him that you couldn’t hear, but you saw a small smile on his face. She waved at you with a smile and you tried to wave back as naturally as possible, your polite smile watery at best. 

He ushered you out of the diner’s warmth and into the crisp autumn morning, your breath lightly fogging in the air. He lit a cigarette on his way to the truck, fishing his keys from his pocket.

“Where are we headed now?” You asked, hoping to get an answer of some sort.

“We’ve got a couple of hours before we have to move out, so I’m going to take you somewhere quiet for some target practice,” he said.

“Are you the target?” You asked, half-joking.

He shot you a look that was both reprimanding and amused as he opened his door. “I didn’t say who would be practicing, did I?”

You hummed as if to say touché, opening your own and sliding into the passenger seat without any more protest.

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Duncan lined up what he could find on a log a few yards away from you — pieces of a broken glass bottle, a bent tin can, a couple of acorns, and what seemed to be the remnants of a boot. 

He walked back over to your side and made sure the angle and distance were just right. Given the mountainous area, you were on a very slight incline, surrounded by nothing but clusters of tall pine trees. There was almost no wind, so it was quieter than you’d expected, but not unnervingly so.

He handed you the pistol he’d demonstrated how to load earlier and you tested its heft in your hands, even going so far as to pantomime drawing it out of a holster and pointing. He stepped behind you, assessing your posture. 

“Alright, little bit of a wider stance,” he said, nudging your feet further apart with his boot. You tensed as he put his hands on your arms, adjusting you slightly. “Great, shoulders squared. And keep both hands on it for now, too.”

Raising your arms once more, you aimed it at the largest object on the log first – the worn-out boot. You slowed down your breathing, steadying yourself so your arms wouldn’t tremble. You were more nervous about the loudness of the shot rather than the actual weapon, but you had to get used to it eventually. On an exhale, you gritted your teeth and squeezed the trigger. 

Crows exploded into the air from the surrounding trees at the resounding shot, their alarmed calls mingling with its distant echo. The boot had been knocked backward, falling behind the log. You let out an elated little laugh at actually having made it, finding yourself looking back at him for his approval. 

“Good one,” he said, smiling. “Nice and easy, right?”

“Well, this one, sure,” you said. “Can’t say if I’ll make it as a sniper later on, but it’s a start…”

He chuckled. “One step at a time. Why don’t you try it again?”

This time, when he adjusted your posture once again, you welcomed it. Still, you were very aware of it – the slight touch of his fingers on your elbow to raise your arms a little more, his other hand covering one of yours to correct your grip. Your body lost some of its initial tension, even as he hovered close, whispering pointers as you focused on your aim. 

After a couple more shots, your ears were ringing, but you went towards the log to see how you’d done. Splintered bullet holes in some of the tree trunks showed where you’d missed, but at least you’d managed to get one of the acorns and the side of the tin can.

“We’ll keep working on it, but not bad at all,” he said, seemingly impressed. “How do you feel?”

“Like I could move on to moving targets next,” you said, raising both eyebrows, and the two of you laughed at the insinuation.

Returning to his side, you tried to hand the pistol back to him but he shook his head. 

“Keep it, it’s yours,” he said. “You’re gonna need it going forward.”

“Thank you,” you said with a slightly surprised grin. “Not the kind of gift any regular girl would expect to receive… But I’m not complaining.”

“Well, clearly you’re not just any regular girl.”

He held your gaze for a strangely charged moment, the weight of his words slowly sinking in. You looked away first, your smile lingering just faintly. You were sure he didn’t really mean anything by it, but it still managed to have an effect on you. Whatever unnameable emotion tried to rise from it, though, you immediately tamped down. 

He cleared his throat as if to dispel the new sort of tension that precariously hung between you, the moment vanishing into thin air.

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile this much,” he said, changing the subject. 

“Yeah, well, now I’m being given reasons to,” you said, making sure the safety was on before tucking the pistol in your jacket pocket for the time being. “Maybe it’s the spike in adrenaline.”

“Guess I’ll have to find more ways to keep you busy like this, then.”

You shifted your weight, needing to ask the question you’d been wondering all morning. 

“What, um, made you change your mind?”

He hummed in thought, gazing out at your surroundings as if trying to save the quiet beauty of the forest in his mind. Then, he nodded in the direction of the truck and the two of you hiked back down the hill side by side. 

“In terms of your training?” He asked and you nodded. “Well, I figured I had to make sure you knew how to defend yourself, at least.”

“I know how to defend myself,” you argued with a scoff, which made him raise an eyebrow.

“In some ways, sure,” he said, huffing with amusement. “If it was just an argument, you’d have that in the bag.”

You pursed your lips, conscious of your earlier conversation about being so blatant with your emotions. You realized he probably ribbed you so often for a reason, and you couldn’t just let him get the best of you so easily. He was far more patient than you were giving him credit for, too, taking your attitude and your habitual biting words with grace.

It was still too early to tell, but maybe he wouldn’t be as bad of a teacher as you — or maybe even him — might have originally thought. You kicked a small stone in your path, watching it roll down ahead of you.

“Well, what if I don’t have a gun, then? Or any other weapon?” You said.

“We’ll get to hand-to-hand combat at some point,” he said. “But for now, we’ve got some work to do.”

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Only an hour after Duncan’s assignment had been carried out, both of you sat in his truck eating fast food. You’d gotten a vanilla milkshake that you occasionally dipped a fry into, which was not a treat you indulged in too often — at least not since you were a kid. The mood was celebratory, though, given how well things had gone with your “test drive”, as he had put it.

The whole affair had gone by relatively quickly – Duncan had you stand outside the room to make sure no one came around while he conducted business. You’d been so nervous that you felt as if your heart was trying to crawl up your throat, rehearsing excuses in your mind while you tried your best to blend in. To your immense luck, though, the hallway stayed empty. 

The sounds of a scuffle only lasted a couple of minutes, but then there was a silence that seemed to stretch on for much longer. When Duncan finally emerged from the room, he ushered you down the back stairwell, taking off the bloodied maintenance uniform he’d stolen on the way. He was wearing his regular clothes underneath, prepared for a quick escape, and he discarded the uniform in a back alley dumpster after making sure there were no witnesses. 

Adrenaline had you lightheaded and kind of giddy as you hurried back to his truck, finally being a little more involved in an assignment. Usually, he had you do stakeouts, which were by far your least favorite, but now you understood why. 

He still insisted that you were not ready for the rest of the work yet, which you could agree with, but it was nice to be a part of it anyway. So much so that you were already eager for the next time, even if you weren’t sure when that would be.

“So… where are we headed now?” You asked, turning down the radio.

“Well, we’ve got nothing on the docket for now,” he said, sipping on his drink. “I was thinking we could drive back to Triple Oak in the meantime, and train you some more while we have the time.”

You nodded, trying not to seem too overeager, and leaned back against the seat. “It’ll be nice to be off the road for a bit.”

“You might want to change and get rid of that before we cross state lines, though,” he said, gesturing at your clothes. 

You were still wearing the cleaning staff uniform you’d stolen from the hotel the target had been staying at, but you were wearing his jacket over it to hide most of it. The jacket smelled like him – smoke, gunpowder, and an aftershave with bitter notes. Was it strange that you felt a little comforted by it?

“I’ll do it in the back seat, but don’t you dare look,” you said, pointing at him menacingly. “I’ll gouge your eyes out if you do.”

He huffed a laugh, waving you off. You climbed into the backseat and rifled through your bag to try and change quickly. Mostly, he kept his gaze ahead on the parking lot trying and failing to concentrate on whatever song the radio was playing. Involuntarily, he glanced at the rearview mirror, catching the barest glimpse of skin before he quickly looked away. 

He swallowed hard, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. He had definitely felt a shift in your dynamic after that night, like you were starting to become a team, rather than keeping each other at arm's length. It was a good thing, to be sure, but he feared getting too accustomed to it. 

What’s more, he worried about your safety more and more. It was the real reason why he had suddenly decided to take action, so he wasn’t exactly lying about you needing to know how to defend yourself. He tried not to think of you being out in the field all by yourself, but luckily there was still time before that happened. 

How he would fare after you were gone, well, that was a problem for him to figure out later on. In the meantime, he would have to untangle the mess of what he was beginning to feel towards you… If he allowed himself to feel it in the first place.

You climbed back into the front seat, bringing him back from his thoughts. You’d left his jacket in the back, unsure if you should put it back on and deciding not to. Before you had a reason to, but now it would seem too… intimate, in a way. 

“Long drive ahead of us,” he said, starting the truck. “You ready?”

You nodded and soon enough you were back on the road. You stayed up to keep him company for as long as you could, but as soon as the sky began to lighten, you were unable to keep yourself from drifting off. 

In your deeply unconscious state, you did not realize your body slowly slumping sideways. He glanced over at you in surprise when you leaned against his side, head on his shoulder. He didn’t try to rouse you, though, knowing you needed the rest. He felt an unexpected rush of warmth but kept himself from wrapping his arm around you. 

You slept for a few more hours before you stopped at another motel so he could rest for some time. After that, the rest of the drive went by smoothly, the beautiful, ever-changing scenery making time pass by faster. 

In those long hours, you swapped stories and got to know each other better. It was surprisingly nice to talk about things that weren’t related to your line of work, but it also made you realize it was the most you’d actually shared since you’d met.  

There were moments where a part of you wished you’d met in different circumstances, staying together for reasons other than duty. When he laughed, uninhibited by his usual worries, and sunlight hit him just right… Sometimes it was easy to forget the rest, if only for a second.

Finally, up in the mountains of Montana, the truck pulled up in front of an old, mostly isolated cabin. Getting out of the truck, you stretched your whole body like a languorous cat and took in your surroundings. 

You breathed in the fresh air and felt revitalized by it. A little slice of paradise, perfect for some well-deserved unwinding. Not to mention, ample space for you to explore and hone your skills. 

“Well, it’s not exactly the Ritz-Carlton, but…” you trailed off, feigning being unimpressed as you crossed your arms over your chest.

You looked back to see his reaction, unable to help a snicker as he shook his head, rolling his eyes playfully. 

“Close enough, though,” you finished saying.

In response, he tossed you his key and nodded toward the front door. 

“Why don’t you go ahead, princess?” He said pointedly. “Take a look inside and I’ll bring our stuff in a minute.”

“Eugh, don’t call me that,” you said, shuddering unpleasantly and wrinkling your nose at him.

“What should I call you then?”

You shrugged, making your way up the front steps. “I don’t know, but I’m sure you can come up with something more creative.”

He hummed, pretending to think for a moment. The word brat was the first thing to come to mind, but instead of saying it out loud, he let his sly grin communicate it instead. 

You scoffed, more amused than irritated, and turned to open the front door. The inside wasn’t much more impressive than the outside, but you immediately loved the quaint, rustic feel of it. Since Duncan hadn’t been back for a while, the place was definitely in need of some dusting and livening up, but you could see its potential. What thrilled you the most was the fireplace, which would certainly make things cozier. 

You smiled. You didn’t actually need anything fancy, just a place you could call home. Somehow, you felt like this would be as close as you would get to it.

You took the liberty of opening the windows to let air circulate throughout and went to the kitchen. You rummaged through his cupboards to see how much you’d have to stock up on and found some oatmeal, a couple of cans of beans and tomato soup, and a half-empty bottle of whiskey.

The latter made you perk up with renewed interest, taking it out as you heard his heavy footfalls cross the threshold.

“Look what I found,” you said in a slightly sing-song voice, raising the bottle to show him. “We could have our own housewarming party.”

“I’m not so sure if that’s a good idea,” he said, setting your bags down by the old couch.

“Oh come on, at least one drink won’t kill us,” you said. “And not to mention, we totally deserve it.”

He hesitated for another moment, still resistant, but then you wagged your eyebrows at him comically and he had no choice but to give in.

“Fine, one drink it is,” he said, sighing dramatically as he went to retrieve some glasses.

He handed you one and took the bottle from you, uncorking it with his teeth. He poured less than a finger for both of you and you clinked your glass against his in a toast. The amber liquid burned unpleasantly down your throat, making your eyes water. You tried your best not to cough, repeatedly clearing your throat as you grimaced.

“Oh, that’s disgusting,” you said hoarsely, but still you raised your glass again. “Give me some more.”

He laughed at your reaction, already used to the sting. “We said one drink.”

“That hardly counted as a drink, it was more of a sip,” you argued, beginning to feel a little warmth spread through your limbs. “Didn’t think you were stingy like that.”

He scoffed and poured more generously this time. “Is that enough for you, huh?”

And so time slowly began to lose meaning as the two of you finally began to relax. A second drink turned to a third, but that seemed to be enough to get both of you loose-limbed and giggly. You half-heartedly attempted to unpack and set up a bed for yourself on the couch. Duncan swayed and almost took down a lamp with him, both of you dissolving into a fit of laughter. 

Night fell and he started a fire in the hearth that you two sat in front of. You shared a can of tomato soup and a few more sips of whiskey, your knees touching casually. His jacket found its way back to your shoulders, his smell a welcome comfort.

“Has anybody ever told you that you’re cute when you’re drunk?” he said, shining eyes scanning your face. “Your whole face is flushed and your eyes are barely open from how much you’ve been laughing.”

Your face felt even hotter under his notice, but you tried to roll your eyes dismissively. 

“I’m cute all the time, but maybe you’re just noticing,” you said.

“No, I’ve always noticed,” he said without a hint of hesitation. 

Even when you looked over at him with surprise, he didn’t look remorseful. There was a fuzzy feeling in your chest and things came into sharper focus. You swallowed hard and looked down with an unsure chuckle. 

“Feeling bold, are you?” 

“Had enough liquid courage,” he said, shifting nervously. “I don't… mean anything by it, though. Was that creepy?”

You shook your head, unable to look at him. “I’m just not used to being complimented by you is all.”

And I’m liking your attention more than I’d want to admit. The thought came to your mind unbidden, but you couldn’t ignore the truth behind it. You liked him, but you weren’t sure if there was much that could be done about it. Well, perhaps there was one thing, but you didn’t know if you could bring yourself to do it yet.

He bumped his shoulder against yours and you finally looked up at him. Your eyes darted down to his lips before returning to meet his gaze. This stirred something deep within him. How had he not noticed? Or perhaps he just hadn’t dared to see what was right in front of him.

“Oh,” he said, voice low. “Is that what you want?”

You nodded, the longing in your gaze undeniable. “Can I?”

He dipped his chin in assent and didn’t move, silently letting you take the lead. You leaned closer to him, eyes dropping back to his lips nervously. You tilted your head slightly to one side and your lips touched his, lingering for a moment, before you pulled away uncertainly.

He still didn’t move other than to nod in reassurance. You brought a hand to his cheek and kissed him again, less hesitant than before. You kept it slow, in no rush to try and deepen the kiss lest the spell be broken. His fingers brushed your arm as he kissed you back, nearly letting himself get lost in it.

But there was a nagging thought in his mind that went against his wishes. It felt right, but that didn’t mean that it was. He was your mentor, after all, and he wasn’t supposed to be anything else but that, as much as he might want to.

He also knew you weren’t meant to stay for a long time, and you both had to be prepared for that. At least now he knew what it felt like to kiss you, but that was about as much as he would let himself indulge.

He pulled away and took a long look at you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I don’t think we should be doing this,” he said softly. “It’s not…”

“Appropriate?” You offered.

He nodded and you felt a flush of shame that made your skin prickle. Your want had eclipsed everything else, and you hadn’t really considered the implications, much less the consequences.

You pulled further away from him, the familiar poisonous words that you used to protect yourself rising to the surface. But you found that burning tears threatened to spill out, too, but you kept both of them at bay as you tried to stand up. 

“U-um,” You stuttered. “I’m-I’m sorry, it was just the whiskey and I-”

“It’s okay,” he cut in, grabbing your hand before you could walk away. “I wanted it, too.”

You looked down at him, at the earnestness — and was that sadness? — on his face. It made it worse, especially since a part of you knew he was right. You nodded, unsure of how to respond to that, and took your hand away from his grasp.

“We should just sleep it off,” you said softly. “Who knows? Maybe tomorrow we won’t even remember.”

But you would, you knew you would, and you were sure he would too. You could just hope that the remaining time you had with him was not too torturous.

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A Night To Remember

Summary: Loki offers you a dance; a one shot A/N: This is my first fic/oneshot!! It's pretty rough and really short but I'm still trying to learn so if anything just kindly critique me without hate pls. But either way I had fun writing it sooo at least there's that! Word Count:735 Warnings: Nothing but fluff <3

You had arrived to the dance fashionably late, wearing an elegant outfit that had everyone's eyes glued to you. You decided to find your friends, Wanda and Nat, who had been waiting on you expectantly.

"Oh my Gosh! Babes, you look amazing!!" Nat proclaimed as you approached.

"Ahh! Yes! give us a twirl!" Wanda said excitedly.

"Oh my gosh, guys, stop you're making me blush!!"

The three of you chatted for awhile when all of the sudden a slower, more waltz-worthy song started to play.

Before you knew it, your friends had been whisked away, and you were left to simply watch them, goofy grins on their faces, matched with star struck eyes.

As silly as it looked from the outside, all you wished for was for somebody to sway with you the same, their hand on your back to guide you, and to whisper sweet nothings into your ear.

And, if you were being completely honest with yourself, you didn't just want that to be with anybody.

No. You had your eyes on a very special someone indeed.

Almost right on cue, you heard that familiar, kind voice come from beside you.

"Hello, lady y/n."

"Oh, hey Loki!" you responded, having been brought back to reality by the one person whom you were fantasizing of.

"You doing alright?" he asked genuinely, almost as if he could tell something was on your mind.

"Yeah just, watching the dancers. It's rather fun actually."

"Well certainly not nearly as fun dancing yourself."

"Me? Dance? Ha! Never in a million years." you responded, trying to hide how much you truly wished you could. "And what about you?" you asked, "I mean, I'm assuming you've experienced plenty of dances and balls being the prince of Asgard."

"Well yes, I suppose so," He said with a chuckle. "except, I never managed to find the right partner."

You furrowed your brows slightly, confused as to what he meant by this statement.

"What do you mean by-"

But you were interrupted by the surprise of seeing his hand, stretched out as an offer for you to take.

You hesitated; sure, this had happened before, but all it ever had meant in the past was to be a cruel joke made by boys from your school, who thought it hilarious to humiliate girls for the sake of 'fun'.

But this was different. In his eyes, those beautiful, emerald eyes, you only saw genuine hope and excitement, the kind of look that could only come from someone who wasn't playing a cruel joke and who truly cared.

You decided to take the chance, placing your hand onto his, and the two of you walked towards the dance floor.

It was just as you had dreamed. The two of you swayed and twirled all throughout the dance floor, working together in perfect harmony step by step, as if you could read each others very minds. You had heard of the term before, of it feeling like "we were the only ones in the room", but wow was it a feeling to experience. His gorgeous green eyes, passionate yet gentle, looking into yours as if you were someone whom he cared for, someone who he... loved?

The song ended, and the two of you stood there for a moment, not sure what to do next.

Finally he spoke up, grinning to himself mischievously as he did.

"You know, for someone who never dances, I must admit you were quite exceptional."

You giggled to yourself, humored by his sarcasm, and yet flustered all the same.

"Thank you, Loki."

More silence.

"Well, I suppose I should head back up to my room," you stated. "Me and Steve have a big mission tomorrow, and I really should get some rest."

"Of course, Lady y/n." He took your hand in his, bowing down to kiss the top of it. "It has been a lovely time with you this evening."

Frick was this flirting??? Or was he just acting out what was custom, if not habit to do as a prince?

Either way, you smiled back in response, so as to say the same, and reluctantly headed to your room. Whether he was flirting with you or not, which you embarrassingly admitted to yourself that you couldn't tell, it had truly had been a wonderful time, and you were just happy to have someone like him in your life.

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Got on the wrong foot pt.2

Rise Leo x OC

(I will not do a recap cause I’m a lazy little mother fcker)

warning: bad grammar,cursing,at some point blood

sooo yaaaa ciao anyways so pt.2 i don’t trust anyone but you…

oc/kyles pov: I have been hanging out with Leo a lot and he told me about his brothers they sounded weird but who am I to judge but it’s been 2 weeks that we see each other, I was in bed I looked at the mannequin on my chair but man how I wish i wasn’t so crazy

My phone got a message and I grabbed my phone and opened it (Not dating yet and hold your horses they just met you simp a-)

Neon Leon💙: hello mi amor

Kyle: what’s up Leo

Neon Leon💙: wanna come over ;)

I never told him I was in the foot clan or even seeing big mama or being adopted by shredder but i didn’t want to be mean until he started to spam me

Neon Leon💙: helloooo

Neon Leon💙: don’t leave me on read

Neon Leon💙: come on amor. Neon Leon💙: mi amor pls answer me

Kyle: sorry Leo

Kyle: but ya I would like to come over but at what time exactly?

Neon Leon💙: Like right now

my eyes widened a bit,I heard someone tap my window i face the window and open it I saw him with a smirk “hola mi amor” “Leo you could of at least let me change” he nods his head and gets inside I look at him with confusion “what are you doing” “I’m waiting” “for what” I raise a brow “you~” he runs his hand down his non existent hair “you’re not going to watch me change Leo” he looked at me and nods his head

he closed his eye and kept a smirk on his face I rolled my eyes and grabbed my clothes

as soon as i dressed up I brushed my hair it was pretty long (ay to what were you thinking) I look at Leo “you can open your eyes now” he opens his eyes and stares i wave my hand in front of his face “Leo…Leo…LEO!!!” He snaps out of it and draws his sword out as soon and he hears my yell “WH-WHA WHAT”

I look at him and burst out laughing (Leo’s pov: I hear her laugh it was nice to hear a laugh I smirk “ready to go amor” I see them calm down and then we’re on our way out

(time skip)

this was there first time now that I think about it it’s hard to keep there pronouns she goes by she/them but she never told me about her sexuality but my brothers think I’m gay mostly Donnie (this is my headcannon pls don’t judge) we got to the lair and I look at them there eyes widened I see Mikey hug me out of nowhere “Leooooo” “hey Miguel”

I see Raph and he glares at me then Kyle “heyyyy hermano que onda!” I say it with my classic grin “Leo you said you were going to go get pizza with April” I look at him as a sweat drops down “so hermano we can talk about this right”

(time skip)

kyle pov: Leo got in so beating but I met Mikey and Donnie they don’t make me comfortable Mikey is to touchy and annoying but nice and Donnie’s mean tells me to shut up and to smart i don’t understand shit “Kyle~ what are you doing~” “i thought you were going to practice~” “Kyle why don’t you trust me” “Kyle~” “Kyle~”. “Kyle!” I heard Mikey yell my name I looked at him and he had a look of concern “you’re crying you good” I lift my fingers to my cheek and looked at my fingers seeing the water

I look back at Mikey and nod my head and I backed away feeling uncomfortable i put my knees up to my face as I wrap my arms around my legs I see Leo sit next to me and he looks at me with a smirk I chuckle I only trust him…he’s different from other people well….mutants the ones that I work with are just cruel I snap out of my trance and smile at Leo I see him turn red for some reason and he looks away

(30 minutes later)

Mikey was getting really touchy and Raph was just so tall I back away trying to get away and see Donnie I felt like I was trapped “hey Kyle you like drawing right come in my room I have paint and posca markers and canvases” I started to get very uncomfortable “sorry I have to go” I run away trying to find Leo,I see a portal open and fall in front of Leo “oh hey Kyle” “hey Leo…” I hug him he wasn’t surprised I was always clingy but he knew something was wrong “you okay hermosa” i look up at him

I felt my hart bumping fast and idk why my face started to get red “am I to handsome and awesome for you amor?” I hear him say that with a smirk and I giggle “sorry…idk why I just don’t trust your brothers…” “maybe because you aren’t used to them yet” I nod my head “give it time…like me your handsome best friend” I giggle “with no bitches” his eyes widened and gasps dramatically “Kyle how could you after everything I did for you”

I giggle “sorry i didn’t mean it” he looks away dramatically like if he was en el rosa de Guadalupe “you meant it kyle I will never forget this day” (he’s not kidding you’ll see on one chapter 🤭😏) “fine then” I smirk and cross my arms “no more bagel bites or Totinos party pizza” he shot his head at me “WHAT!?!?” I started laughing “NO I WAS KIDDING MI AMOR!” I started wheezing “STOP LAUGHING THIS ISNT FUNNyyYyYyYyYyyYyYy!” “I’m kidding” I started dying of laughter

(time skip)

Leo told his brothers about me not trusting them Mikey and Raph started to apologize but Donnie he didn’t give a fuck so he just said “sorry…” and left I thought about leaving but Mikey asked for a goodbye hug i hesitated and put my arms out and he hugged me he was so small he was like 4’7 I was only 5’3 he just looked so small (I suck at math and size shit so don’t judge pls)

I looked at Raph and let go of Mikey and Raph just waved bye but I ran and jumped and I hung onto his neck and he hugged me back (I feel like Raph would give the best hugs)

(time skip)

I got to my apartment and opened the window and got in and looked behind me and see Leo with a smug look “a goodbye kiss” I roll my eyes and kissed his forehead “that’s all you’re getting…stay safe and don’t do stupid shit bye Leo” I close the window and close the blinds and I swore I heard Leo cheering I chuckled and thought I could trust them.

What could go wrong…?

(I hope you like this one cause it sounded cringey 😀👍 and I was inspired by the song treehouse by Alex G, Emily Yacina and if you want me to make a pt.3 or if you have any other requests go ahead and ask me okay god bless you beautiful people)

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Curiosity killed the pussy

Summary: Inspired by one of my first ever fanfics (and most popular), voicemail. This is a... Second? Part? Maybe? I don't really know, but it's a oneshot based on a different interpretation from the first fanfic. Instead of ignoring Trevor's calls, the reader answers (during the dead of night) and you can already tell what this means.

TW: -Smut

Word count: 1813

Pairings: Fem!reader/ Trevor Philips

“Hello?” You had answered, eyes barely opening as you were awoken at 1am by the sound of your phone-call. It was silly really… You didn’t even bother to look at the contact ID.

“Hey, sugar,” A familiar, husky voice radiated from the speaker, “Whatcha doin’ awake at this time? Don’t you have your beauty sleep?”

It was Trevor – his smirk being heard from over the line with how smug and freakish he was – and he didn’t seem sympathetic to wake you. Not at all.

“Trev, it’s 1am…”

“I can read the time, darling.”

“What do you need?” You sat up from your bed, holding the phone close to your ear.

“I’ve been thinkin’ about you a lot. I miss you.” He purred.

It should be too early to feel sudden butterflies in your tummy as he’d continue pestering your half-awake presence, yet it didn’t stop him. You could feel his eyes ogling your profile picture with a toothy, predatory grin. He was easy to predict (in that sense anyway).

“I wanted to speak to you. I couldn’t miss the opportunity.” His whispers growing more seductive and slurred. The deepness, the harshness; it enlightened your ears.

“It’s so late, Trevor.”

“But it ain’t too late to see my precious girl, hm? I’ve been craving for these calls, baby. Remind me; whatever happened to our late nights together?”

There was ignorance like he was planning on escorting this conversation into what he wants. You sensed the manipulation from the long-distant line.

“You had gotten busy in Los Santos,” You turned on the lamp on the night-stand, “It’s only been two weeks.”

“Two weeks?”

“I believe so.”

“Jesus… C’mon, [y/n], that’s been too long, right? I don’t wanna lose our streak.” He softly whined.

“From what I remember, you failed to return my calls. Sooo… You may be talking to yourself.”

“Don’t be bitter with me.”

“I’m not being bitter, I’m just being honest.”

“Your honesty is turning me on. Real bad.”

“Everything turns you o – “

“Incorrect, [y/n]. Everything you do, that turns me on.” He’d snicker.

You rolled your eyes but he seemed to have felt your spitefulness from the phone. There was a heavy rustle from his line. He was clearly shuffling around. There was no wind turbulence nor background voices. It was just him and echoes of what seems to be bedsheets.

“What are you doing?” You asked, hiding back a grin.

The distant sound of his giggles was audible and soon, he returned to his phone.

“What? Missing me already?”

“Noooo,” Maybe you sounded too defensive there, “I was just wondering. There was lots of rustling. Sounded like you were crawling through some bubble wrap.”

“I was gettin’ comfy, princess. Why? Can’t a guy use his own bed?” Trevor playfully huffed.

“Alright, alright. I was just curious, that’s all.”

“Curiosity kills the cat.”

“Does it now?” You smiled.

“Mhm…”

“Is it not mischievous of me to be curious about the background noises?”

“Oh, it’s very mischievous… And deviant. You wanna know what I’m doin’. ‘Cause I know you got a damn good idea…”

“Why might I get in trouble for wanting to know?”

He chuckled lowly, “Immoral, my girl. It’s partially unacceptable to drive a man’s arousal when you aren’t around. It’s painful…”

“Poor baby…”

“What are you wearing, [y/n]?”

You bite your lip and glance down at your loose PJs that were creased and barely stable over your frame. Without knowing of the future circumstances, you went to be bed with no intensions of covering up properly.

“Mm… Just a T-shirt…”

“No bra?”

“No bra.” You confirmed.

Trevor exhaled sharply, the shakiness being heard through the phone-call. What came next was a cruel growl as he seemed to be holding back an itchy urge to moan.

“Fuck… No panties, babe?”

“M’no. Just a T-shirt.”

“Send picture.” He almost urgently demanded.

You subtly murmured in response, “I’ll call back.”

After he hung up, you lifted up your shirt to expose your free breasts and took a Birdseye picture. It was dark, but your lamp helped light up the curves and shades of your figure. Especially your tits.

You took a few seconds to admire the beauty of your picture. You weren’t exactly confident before you met him, but ever since your life had (unwillingly) tangled with his, he had left you completely sure of your own body. Trevor gave you the body worship to leave you happy and proud of your own skin. He loves every inch of you… So you know he’ll drool over this picture, even if it’s low-quality and dark.

You sent an attachment picture of your nudes and saw the status turn from “delivered” to “read.” There was a few seconds to spare. Them seconds took minutes, hours, years, a lifetime. You’d chew on your lip and dreamily caress your breast with one hand. You pretended your hand was his big, scrawny ones – pretending he was there with you – yet the thought was rudely disturbed once that same caller ID phoned you, again.

“…” There was heavy breathing.

“Trevor?” Your voice broke with anticipation and desire.

“I need you.” He finally growled. There was a creepy musk to his pronunciation. He was in heat, the ugly mess inside him causing such a low, stiff pitch to his voice.

And it made you instantly wet; your core shrieking.

“Mmm, yeah…”

“Keep whimpering like that,” Trevor breathed, “I need you on me. I want you, now. Now, now.”

“God…”

“You touching yourself, babe?”

You struggled to hold the phone since your hand, that was preoccupied with your breast, had unconsciously migrated to your pussy. A finger rotated and bashfully slandered your core opening. There was a loose grip, your body growing this natural instinct that he was there to fuck you (thanks to the many times he was there to heal your internal loneliness), so your pussy was free, open; missing some extra contact.

“Yes, yes.” You’d timidly whimper.

“Wanting me there with you?”

“Yes…”

“Me too, [y/n], me too.” Trevor ached. His phone shuffled again and the product of this distraction grabbed your undeniable focus.

A coy, savage noise of his brutish hand was mangling the length of his penis, his skin burning due to the raw contact. It was a naked sound. Your line picked it up easily and your dirty mind had resorted to a fantasy.

“Fuck – “ You grunted and began to finger yourself harder. The thought of sucking him senselessly, the need of his flaming cock. You missed having that intense physical contact with him. You’d be damned if he’d spend more time down Los Santos. Without his touch, you had no business around Sandy Shores.

You’d just wait;

Masturbate alone,

Moan his name,

Call him,

Sext him,

Sleep alone,

Masturbate alone,

REPEAT.

 “Oh, yes, yes!” Trevor outrageously cried, “Mmm, I can see you riding my dick hard, baby. Fuck… God, I miss you. I fuckin’ miss you… GOD!”

You had inserted two fingers now. They were replacing the yearning for his touch, and although it wasn’t enough, it was doing the job. You leaned your head back against the pillow and quietly moaned unattainable slurs of his name, the syllables falling pathetically from your tongue.

“[y/n], [y/n]! Oh, fuck, I love you!”

The mutual pining and alluring hunger between your pleasant whines, sheepish moans. Trevor continued to mount his dick as his ears were out hunting for your supressed groans. He tried to encourage you, but whenever he attempted to verbally execute his plans, they’d fall into piles of broken cries and ridiculous moans. He was loud after all. There was no denying the fact. His big mouth would grow even more whenever he’s around you, or your voice.  

“I want your cock, Trevor,” You were breathless and winded, “I need you so bad, baby… Oh God, I’m gonna – “

“Cum for me. Cum for me, baby. You better show me a fuckin’ picture after… FUCK!”

“Pleeeeaseee!”

Trevor snarled and pushed the phone closer to his beaten cock, his hand jerking the last of his orgasm as he couldn’t help but squirm.

“Shit, I LOVE YOU!” He whimpered, his cock ejaculating the warm semen. He wished you were there to watch. He stared down at his orgasm with a glare before returning his attention to his phone. You were still moaning his name.

“Trevor, fuck, fuck!”

“Gimme that pussy, babe…”

“I’m gonna – GOD! I NEED YOU SO BAD!” You wailed.

“I can hear your cunt from here… Mmm, you fuckin’ slut. Faster, c’mon, do it for me.” Trevor sadistically giggled and continued to listen to the overwhelming stimulation behind your noises.

“I- I, Oh… Oh, God, Oh SHIT!”

 It felt like you were being torn apart. Your fingers were numb, the oozing white cum burning your flesh alive. The relief your stomach felt, the sweat coldly seeping from your pores at the temperature changes. You made a small shriek and grew silent. The phone felt from your vacant hand as it fell upon the mattress nearby.

He giggled from the speaker beside you – “Such a desperate whore… God, I miss you… C’mon, give me a picture, yeah?”

You nodded, even if he couldn’t see, and hung up to proceed with the picture. Your camera was exposed to your cum-wracked pussy, the surface red-hot and cum drooling from your pubes and entrance. It was a perfect mess. You’ve captured the perfect shot and immediately sent it to him.

As for before, it went from “delivered” to “seen” in seconds.

The three dots that would signal his response would start and pause, an irregular pattern that lasted for a few minutes. He was definitely losing it from his side of the screen. You could just tell.  

However, you received a picture back instead.

It took a few readjusted moments for the pixels to clear, and once it did, you quickly stopped your jaw from dropping. Trevor had sent a nude back. His cock, red and bruised, limby sat in his sticky hand. There was a pool of semen upon his small stomach pouch and his thighs, hairy and thick, had small scatters as well.

The caption from the picture included the phrase; ‘Came hard 4 u again… Ur pic hot ASF!’

You giggled and responded with a simple text.

‘I miss you’

He was quick to respond – ‘Miss me sm that u cum hardr when we togetha again’

Like a school girl, you smiled giddily at his message until another text came through.

‘Now get ur beauty sleep. Gonna call u in mrning. Luv u!’

His contact status soon turned offline and you threw your phone aside, unable to contain your enjoyment. Although you were still sticky and wet, the orgasm had knocked you completely. You advanced into your unconscious sleep momentarily.

The excitement of what tomorrow brings had made you dream good, and great.