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sttoru · 1 year ago

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Omg could we see reader getting jealous of Sukuna having sec with his other concubines? And maybe liek the other concubine rubs it in readers face?

𝝑𝑒 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. true form!sukuna x concubine!female reader. angst (no comfort), suggestive \\ smut aspects. size difference. one tiny mention of reader being a crybaby. reader gets called ‘little one, brat’ \\ kuna’s an asshole! not proofread, excuse the grammar. no part 2. wc: 3.3k

you’ve been away from the estate for three days; three days too long for the king of curses. so much had happened while you were away to take some well deserved rest—a small vacation that sukuna had granted you because you needed it.

perhaps that was his first mistake. giving you permission to leave his side ended up being a bad decision. he hates that faint feeling in his chest, the feeling of missing something.

missing someone.

it couldn’t be. sukuna doesn’t have any weaknesses, and yet he can feel his body reacting to that unfamiliar emotion again. all because of you— that one human who always succeeds to occupy his mind.

he couldn’t let himself succumb to it—he’s not going to. sukuna is not going to let a mere human like you deter him from his superior identity that he’s had for decennia. he’s not going to let you have that power over him and his body.

and thus, when you return to the estate, you find yourself being laughed at. you were unpacking your luggage when two concubines stand at your doorway, hiding their evil smiles behind their handheld fans.

they don’t waste a single second and immediately rush to ruin your carefree mood.

“you know, you shouldn’t have returned at all,” the brunette giggles, her laugh sounding like nails scraping against a chalkboard. she looks to the other woman next to her before glancing back at you, “i mean—heh—lord sukuna definitely didn’t seem to mind your absence.”

you figure it’s just another way to get you riled up, so you do your best to ignore them. you put your packed kimonos in your wardrobe as your back faces the two.

yumi, the second concubine, nods along. she knows what she’s about to reveal will get on your nerves. and deserved, if you ask her. they had successfully caught the attention of their king while you were away. for the first time in a good while since your arrival in the estate.

the fact that they managed to spend quality time with sukuna again, is a wonderful first step to your downfall. one that will surely crumble your confidence as his so-called ‘favorite’.

“mhm,” yumi grins as she recalls the memories of her time with sukuna. time spent together that you were unaware of, “lord sukuna definitely didn’t seem to mind your absence when he had me in his bed last night.”

you freeze.

your brows furrow and the corners of your lips twitch. you don’t know if you should believe them—they could’ve lied about it for all you know. although, the voice in the back of your head had already rang the alarms.

guessing by the way they were dying to talk to you the second you came back - which never happens - you realise that they’re probably telling the truth. they’re only telling the truth to agitate you. it’s so painfully obvious, and yet so. . . hurtful.

“what?”

you don’t recall when you’ve choked up. you feel a lump in your throat. it shouldn’t even be there. you promised yourself to not get attached to a monster like sukuna.

so what if he went to bed with his other concubines?

but of course he’ll get pleasure from his other women when you aren’t around. he doesn’t feel any love, he sees it as worthless, so why did you expect him to not indulge himself? he still has his other concubines around for a reason.

you really shouldn’t be surprised by this revelation.

“what do you mean ‘what?’ - you heard me,” yumi shrugs, that cocky smirk still on her face. she’s clearly enjoying your reaction to everything she’s revealing. all the two concubines wanted to get out of this encounter with you, is to break that delusion of yours.

the delusional thought that you’re special to the king of curses—the delusion that sukuna considers you as something more than a toy to emotionally manipulate and play with until he’s tired of you.

“my lord spent all night with me in his chambers until the sun rose,” yumi continues without an ounce of shame. she bites her lip as she remembers the way sukuna had her body positioned on his large bed. for her, it was a dream come true.

though for you, it’s a living nightmare. even if you try to deny the fact that it physically and mentally hurts. there’s a painful twist at your heart—reminding you of the truth.

the truth being that you had truly thought that sukuna wasn’t really a monster of a man. you thought he was a different, more softer person around you.

you should’ve listened to the servants when they told you to not get tricked by sukuna’s special treatment, that he could easily manipulate you and make you do and act as he pleases.

“do you want me to explain it in detail?” yumi crosses her arms over her chest as she looks down at you with a menacing glare. both of the concubines are loving that face you’re making. that face of defeat that you’re attempting to hide from them, “how he held me and pleasured me until i—”

“enough,” you cut them off with your hands clenched into fists. you don’t want to hear another word. you’re already feeling awful; already, not even an hour into your return. you can never catch a break.

you have an urge to throw things around. you already feel stupid, and if you decide to throw a fit, you bet that you’d feel even dumber. you truly do not know why you’re getting this worked up about it.

maybe it’s because of the special treatment. the delusional thoughts you have about your relationship with sukuna. you really thought that you two had something special. an unofficial romantic relationship, perhaps, or something that resembles it.

a secret, unspoken deal where you’re promised his loyalty in exchange for your body and soul.

although, those dreams have been shattered this very instance. you’re once again reminded of the animalistic nature of the being called ryomen sukuna.

he told you clearly that he’d never tie himself to someone, a human no less. devotion to one person? why would he.

“out of the way.”

you push the brunette and her sidekick the other way. you’re going to confront the man yourself. or at least, you’ll try to. you can hear their sick laughs and chuckles fade into the background as you stomp your way towards sukuna’s chambers.

the other concubines seem to have gotten the gist. some peek their heads out of their rooms, grinning at you in victory. seeing your confidence slowly crumble and the realisation kick in - the realisation that your dear lord’s special treatment means absolutely nothing - is a sight for sore eyes to them.

you enter sukuna’s room and close the heavy doors behind you. you swallow the lump down your throat and try your best to look presentable.

no tears, you promise yourself. you’re not going to waste them on something like this.

“oh, it’s you, little one,” the familiar voice calls out. sukuna’s low and husky voice rings from his bed. he’s laid back against the many silky pillows, blowing smoke from his kiseru. he lays there like he doesn’t care about your reappearance at all.

he eyes you up and down, “how was your vacation, hm?”

sukuna asks like it’s the most normal thing to do. it seems like he’s trying to catch up with you, to ask you how you’ve been enjoying your time alone, though it also seems like he couldn’t care less at the same time.

“just absolutely fine, my lord,” you reply with gritted teeth and an obvious hint of sarcasm. there’s also a bitterness to your tone that doesn’t go unnoticed by the pink-haired man. he frowns—this cold greeting is not what he expected nor what he wanted to hear from your mouth. he expected you to at least smile at him like you usually do, but you didn’t.

on top of that, you seemed to be annoyed with him. that unexpected attitude of yours made something inside of him snap. it irritated him somehow; the fact that you’re so comfortable talking to him like that . . . it reminded him of the recent inner conflict he had which you were the cause of.

one of his hands tightens into a fist at his side. his jaw clenches and his eyes narrow into slits. you’re physically in front of him, which means that he’s also about to experience those complicated feelings again. the same ones he tried fleeing from by letting you go on a break, and by physically taking his mind off you.

he did the latter by taking his frustrations out on his other women. the stress that came with the thought of him possibly liking a human, relieved by pure animalistic sex.

that’s exactly what you’re upset about.

there’s an urge inside of sukuna to act normal. to ignore those difficult emotions and just treat you like he usually does. yet, another part of him is trying to protect his sense of superiority by trying to push you away.

there’s a war going on in his mind as he tries to calm himself down. you’ve always had this effect on him and it’s becoming unbearable. he has to show you, no - remind you, that you’re nothing to him. you mean nothing—nothing at all.

he’s the king of curses, you’re but a human. he’ll need to remind himself of that obvious statement as well. he’s got all the power in this situation. not you.

you cannot rule over him or his mind.

“you dare come back with an attitude? tch,” sukuna scoffs, nearly breaking the kiseru with his fingers as they squeeze around the solid material. he’s turning off whatever emotion present in his body. that doesn’t belong there anyway. he won’t care if you cry—he won’t care at all.

you notice the sudden change in sukuna’s tone as well. you’re sure you’re the reason for it. perhaps you crossed a boundary with how sassily you replied to him when he was simply asking you how your vacation went.

“my apologies,” you murmur with a sigh. you try to avoid getting on sukuna’s nerves any further, yet when you remember the words from the concubine, how she implied that sukuna had given her the best night of her life when you were away, you get mad again.

your eyes have a fiery look in them. you don’t want to get worked up. you don’t have the right to. you were warned from the very beginning to not get attached to an asshole like ryomen sukuna.

you’re to blame for feeling like this. it could’ve been prevented if you just weren’t so weak. if you just stayed away from him.

“did you have fun while i was away, my lord?” you continue, your voice shaking a little. you need the confirmation. you’re sure sukuna knows what you’re referring to by now, especially because of the way you’re acting out of character.

the king of curses raises a brow at your question. you sound even angrier, even more pissed off. he tilts his head after taking a deep inhale of the tobacco from his kiseru. he tries to figure out what you’re hinting at, “what are you—”

and that’s when everything fell into place. the dots connect.

sukuna’s jaw clenches. he realises that you’ve found out about him receiving services from his other concubines while you were away. there could be no other explanation behind your sudden attitude. besides, he knows how his other concubines could be. they must have told you the moment you came back.

normally, he’d say that it’s none of your business. what he does is up to him—he does not care about the consequences of his actions. though, seeing the slight hurt in your eyes, mixed with sadness and disappointment stirred something inside of him. he brushes that feeling away and stares at you intently, awaiting another comment. perhaps you’d cuss him out or bawl your eyes out in front of him.

either way, he promises himself that he won’t care.

sukuna is the king of curses. feeling bad for a human like you would only further tarnish his image, that image of superiority and power he has.

he’s a man of many needs. you should’ve kept that in mind when you left him. he wanted to keep you with him—to hold you down and refuse to let you leave—but that would be another sign of weakness. one sukuna could not manage to show.

when you departed, he was irritated by the fact that he had no one to turn to with his needs. from simple needs like wanting your company to sexual needs like craving your body.

keeping you by his side or letting you go; both decisions seem to clash. either way, there’s one thing he’s sure of, as much as he doesn’t want to admit it: he missed you.

sukuna can’t believe that he can feel an emotion like that. he can’t accept that fact. that’s why his irrational mind took over—his dark urges that strived to prove himself to still be the same old ryomen sukuna. the monster that did not need a single soul. the ruthless man that did not depend on anyone else, especially not a human. a woman like you.

he thought he’d forget all about you if he’s surrounded himself with other women. but, he was quick to be proven wrong, and that only caused to enrage him more and more.

every time sukuna fucked a concubine, his thoughts still manage to drift away to you. to how he wished that it was you he was holding.

nothing hit the same with the other women and that frustrated him. he’d keep them around in his room after he fucked their brains out, something he never allowed a woman to do except for you, yet kicked them out again after a few minutes.

it doesn’t hit the same.

you’re just different. your presence is soothing and calming to the chaotic soul of the pink-haired man. no one else could compare. that realisation made him feel inferior; a feeling he loathes.

sukuna’s red eyes glow. he hates seeing you look so defeated, but he cannot give in. if he tells you the truth, he’ll admit his weakness. he’ll admit that a human like you has completely taken over his brain. that’s no good.

if he doesn’t tell you the truth, he’ll save face. he’ll feel like himself again. his old self—the cold ruthless monster that he was before he met you. one without a soft spot for a human.

it’s an active dilemma that’s running through his mind as he slowly blows out another cloud of smoke. you cannot guess what’s going on behind those intimidating eyes staring you down.

sukuna tilts his head back and scratches his neck, smacking his lips as he makes his decision.

“yeah, i did. i had lots of fun.”

the words sting. they hurt you and make your heart ache in a way that makes you physically weak. you should’ve expected that answer. your shoulders tense up and your fingers curl around the material of your kimono—feeling a sense of anger and betrayal.

you can see a ghost of a smirk on sukuna’s lips, which only reminds you of his nature. his nature as an independent, aloof and cold man who likes to play with his prey. a natural disaster that knows no emotion, that shows no mercy to anyone.

you’re naive for thinking that you could be the exception. all of those times with sukuna were confirmed to be but a lie in that moment. as your gazes meet, you can now easily interpret what that look in those red eyes meant.

‘know your place,’

that’s what it means. you’re foolish, dumb. you take a deep breath to compose yourself after you’ve been made out to be a total fool. you should’ve listened to those warnings, you should’ve known that you were getting played.

this is exactly what sukuna desired to achieve. to build up your trust, to make you comfortable enough with him, to think you’re special and that he won’t need any other woman other than you — just to shatter your pathetic delusions when the time comes.

“tsk tsk. no need to look at me like that,” sukuna scoffs, a mocking laugh leaving his lips. he can hear a small voice in the back of his head telling him to shut up and let you go, to not make it worse, but who is he to listen to that irrelevant thought? he can decide for himself.

“y’ weren’t around, so the other concubines simply did their job by serving me,” he stares the other way, seemingly not interested by your presence anymore. his face is as expressionless as ever, “what do y’ think i keep them ‘round for, brat? for decoration purposes? hah, nah.”

another loud mocking laugh makes you nearly burst out in tears. you don’t know if it’s in anger or sadness. you take a deep, shaky breath for the last time. you unclench your fists and nod, accepting the reality check you’d just gotten.

it’s a slap to the face, but it helped you get out of your delusions. the delusions that sukuna is a man capable of loving someone, even if it is just for a tiny bit. this visit confirmed that there’s not an ounce of love or appreciation in that man’s body.

“i’m glad you had fun, my lord,” you answer after a bit of silence. you bow at sukuna in an attempt to stay polite while struggling with that inner turmoil. you don’t even glance up at him anymore. you need another break already.

sukuna isn’t dumb. you may think that you’re good at hiding your emotions, but you’re not. at least not around the king of curses. he’s spent enough time around you to realise that you’re going through a lot right now.

he’s the reason for it, yet he cannot bring himself to feel an ounce of empathy. he just looks at you with a blank stare, thinking that this is for the best.

“good night then,” you add and turn around to walk out of sukuna’s room. your steps are slow as you secretly hope to be called back, like sukuna would do every time you’d leave his room after an intimate night. you just want him to tell you that this was a test of some sort—a cruel joke.

you want to feel like his favorite again. you don’t want to be thrown away like this. you don’t want to be on the same level as all the other concubines. you want to stand out to him.

unfortunately, you don’t hear sukuna’s voice anymore. he lets you walk away without a care in the world. the heavy doors of his chambers close behind you and you feel your knees buckle. “fuck,” you cuss to yourself and clench your chest.

you lean back against the closed doors and try to regain your composure. crying can be done when you’re in your room—not in the hallway where anyone could catch you. you don’t want to give the other concubines more reason to bully you.

you drag your feet across the wooden flooring. all those times with sukuna, all those slight glimpses of his soft side that only you’re allowed to see— all of that is thrown into the trash.

you really shouldn’t have gotten so attached to him on an emotional level.

meanwhile, sukuna is silently sitting on his bed, thinking back to what just happened. he usually never doubts his decisions, but this is an exception. why couldn’t he just tell you the truth?

his mouth had moved before he could let his mind process all that he was feeling. a small part of him regrets it, though strangely, he couldn’t feel any real sympathy for your situation.

sukuna drapes an arm over his eyes, clicking his tongue at himself. he just wants to let the situation go, though his brain isn’t letting him to. the image of you standing at the edge of his bed, clearly hurt by his actions, flashes through his mind again.

he sighs. he’s sure that he’s going to forget about you soon enough. he needed an excuse to get rid of you for the sake of regaining control over his own being and he took the chance. he should be glad that he did—it meant that he’d be his usual self—with no weaknesses to look out for.

sukuna blows out another cloud of smoke through his mouth. as much as he’s proud of himself for not giving in to you, he can’t help but let his thoughts wander again. you’re probably crying in your room. he knows you’re sensitive. you would always cry about the smallest of things and he’d hold you (feigning reluctance) until you’ve calmed down.

he can’t do that now.

well, he can, but he won’t. sukuna has made his decision today: it’s power and status over you. that’s what it’s always been. you were but a toy he used to get a stronger grip on himself.

perhaps he simply is what people make him out to be; a monster. nothing more, nothing less.

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 8 months ago

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a/n: some time ago i asked you guys on a poll what dude you wanted in this story and you all chose bucky, so here it is! also, i partly blame you all for how unhinged it turned out... like you get maybe 6,69% of the blame for the push you gave me... the rest is just me being a hoe

summary: a tale of the three times a nurse was kidnapped by new york’s most notorious gang.

warnings: dark!mob boss!bucky barnes x nurse!reader x doctor!peter parker, smut, dark content, noncon/dubcon, mob au, mobsters!steve rogers, clint barton, tony stark, scott lang, bruce banner, the gang is called the avengers, doctor!kate bishop, enemies to lovers, kidnapping, violence, weapons, blood, being drugged, alcohol consumption, possessiveness, kissing, clothed x completely naked, panty sniffing, dirty talk, manhandling, size kink, gaping, belly bulge, oral, fingering, fisting, pussyjob, in bucky's mind it's brat taming, dumbification, impact play, squirting, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, somno, bondage, mild knife play, mild gunplay, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cumplay

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You flinched jaggedly as the dark cloth bag was finally ripped off your head. Eyes immediately squinting, they still strained to take in the unfamiliar space you’d been dragged to.

You were no longer in the hospital’s dark parking lot, nor were you in the black van you’d suddenly been tossed into, but instead, you found yourself in a dark living room. It was elegantly decorated, from the Persian rug to the dramatic, antique fireplace flicking behind the cluster of suit-clad criminals glaring down at you.

“This her?” one of them grumbled.

“Yep, one doctor as per your request,” the one who’d abducted you grinned, proudly planting a palm on his hip, “even choose a pretty one just for shits and giggles,” his starkly different mannerisms only made the others seem that much more intimidating.

The broad-figured one with a shock of sandy hair then stepped closer to where you stood, “alright, here’s the thing, doc,” his head tilted slightly to get on your level as he spoke to you directly, “you’re gonna do exactly as we say and then everything will be alright, okay?” he stared in your eyes as you offered him a shaky nod, “okay,” he exhaled, “you got a name?”

“Y/n Y/l/n…” you uttered before hearing yourself try to correct, “but I–…”

“But what?” the same man croaked.

“I-I’m not a doctor…”

“God damn it!” someone rumbled as everyone’s eyes flicked to the man who’d captured you, “we can’t fucking trust the new guy to do anything.”

“Well, she’s wearing scrubs,” he tried, frantically gesturing to your uniform, “I just thought–”

“You fucked up, Lang!” the first man who you’d heard speak barked loudly, “and now we’re not just gonna lose one of our brothers tonight, but also the head of the snake. Great fucking job,” a sharp click then caused your eyes to find the gun he yanked out, “and now she gotta die as well–”

“Wait!” you shrieked as both of your palms shot up in the air, “no! Please don’t kill me! I-I’m a nurse! I’m a nurse! I can help! Whoever’s hurt, I can help!”

Seemingly superior to the others present, the blonde one stared at you intensely for a while before exhaling a verdict, “shit… well, I guess it’s better than nothing…” his polished shoes then began to shuffle before he gestured to you, “come this way.”

Hesitantly, you slowly shadowed him out of the living room, down a dim hallway, and into the chamber that bloomed at the bottom of the corridor. In the centre of the dark room, bathed by two glowing pendants, stood a large pool table, and upon the green felt, with colourful orbs haphazardly scatted all about, there laid a man, unconscious and bleeding.

The brunette’s suit was sodden with crimson, though you couldn’t tell from here how much of it was his own.

The gangster who was standing by the side and watching over the wounded individual glanced up at your arrival and asked his fellow men, “this the doctor?”

“No, it’s a fucking stripper,” you twisted your neck at the sarcastic tone as the guy who’d only moments ago pulled a gun on you waltzed past you and entered the room as well, “yes, of course it is, Tony. How’s the boss?”

“Still alive,” he answered in a sigh and cast his glance back down upon the man on the pool table.

Slowly stepping up, you carefully let your stare wash over the mobster, from the frazzled and blood-soaked attire to the metal-looking hand poking out one of the sleeves.

“What happened?” you asked carefully.

“Miss,” someone grumbled as they set a bag of supplies down beside you on the games table, “just fix him.”

“If you wanna give your friend a better chance, then you give me as much information as possible about what happened to him,” you uttered as you found a pair of gloves and slipped them on.

Letting out a sigh, the blonde fellow then said, “it was a shootout.”

Snatching up a pair of scissors, you began to snip in the man’s clothes, staring at the sleeve closest to you, “how many times was he shot?”

“I don’t know, he–… a lot of rounds went off,” he grunted, the events of the night weighting his broad shoulders down, “I wasn’t exactly counting.”

Two bullets. That’s how many you found when his dress shirt was in tatters on the floor. One was lodged in his right arm four finger widths above his elbow, while the other had strayed a bit further north and buried itself in his bulky bicep. You also found other scrapes and scratches along his torso, assumingly from other bullets that hadn’t been as lucky as those two.

The smallest of relieved sighs flowed from your lungs as you discovered that he wasn’t in a critical enough condition to be in need of a surgeon, at least not from what you could tell with the limited resources currently at your disposal.

As you carefully set to work, first digging the bullets out before cleaning the wounds with saline, your lips slowly parted as you treaded a curved needle, “…so, not that I don’t love the change to my evening plans,” you didn’t dare shift your glance as you asked, “but don’t you have a regular guy for cleaning up these sorts of messes?”

“We did… he died tonight, trying to stop that from happening,” the blonde man gestured to the injuries you began to stitch up.

Blinking up to find his eye, you uttered sincerely, “I’m so sorry for your loss…” feeling yourself, even under such circumstances, uncontrollably slip into those compassionate parts of your profession.

A slight scoff bubbled out of the gangster, taken aback by your unexpected gentleness, “yeah, me too. Banner was one hell of a guy…”

Once each of the wounds were sutured closed and you’d bandaged him up, you pushed yourself back from the pool table.

“Alright,” you exhaled and glanced up at the criminals lurking in the shadows of the chamber, “I’m done.”

“Yeah?” one of them stepped up to get a better look, “he’s alright?”

“No, he’s not alright, he was shot multiple times and should be in a fucking hospital,” your eyes briefly fluttered shut as you heard yourself snap, “now, can I please go home?”

Catching the eye of the blonde one, second in command, you watched as his jaw briefly clenched, the muscles dancing beneath his skin before he breathed, “no, you’re not done.”

“But I did exactly as you asked–”

“Like you said, he should be in a hospital right now, but we can’t have that happen, so instead, you’re gonna stay here till he’s out of the woods.”

“What? I can’t–”

“You’re a nurse, right?” he croaked to shut you up, “so fucking do your job and nurse him back to health.”

Three whole days ended up passing by before Mr Barnes slowly began to regain consciousness.

“Oh, you’re awake!” you snapped back into work mode, springing from your seat and leaning in over the bed which he’d previously been moved into. As the mobster instinctively began to sit up, his eyes barely open yet, you laid a soft palm upon his metal arm and uttered, “sir, please don’t move,” and watched as his clenched jaw almost silenced a groan, “one second, I’ll give you something for the pain,” before you shifted a moment to scavenge through the supplies you’d been given. Once the medicine was found, you exhaled slowly as you injected it, gently pressing down the plunger of the syringe, “there you go…”

You let yourself suck in a deep breath before your sharp eyes washed over him, briefly assessing him as he woke, though as your gaze flickered up to meet his own, initially with the intent of checking his pupillary response, the manner he stared back at you caught you so of guard that a shiver trickled down your spine.

“Sir, do you know what your name is?” you asked in a clear tone.

“Mhm…” he hummed and continued to stare at you as if you were an angel, “Bucky…”

“Bucky, great, that’s good,” you nodded, “and do you know where you are?”

His gaze didn’t shift away from your visage as he then murmured, “heaven…”

“No, I assure you, you’re not dead,” grasping the stethoscope draped around your neck, you shifted it into place to take a quick listen to his heart, “you almost were, a few times, but you aren’t.”

As the steady thumping of his pulse filled your ears and seeped into your soul, his deep voice washed over you once again and layered atop the beat, “I’m guessing you had something to do with that?”

Catching his unwavering eye a moment, you then averted yours and muttered, “I was just doing my job…” before retracting the stethoscope from his chest and casting your glance towards the door, “I should probably go tell the others that you’re awake.”

TWO WEEKS LATER

“…and Mr Jensen in 401 is complaining of a headache, so you might wanna check that out as well.”

“Alright, cool,” the doctor scribbled down the last of your words on the little notepad in his palm before his gaze flickered up to catch yours, “thank you so much, Y/n,” he flashed you a warm smile.

Mirroring his expression, you hugged the charts in your grasp closer to your chest, “any time, Dr Parker.”

“Peter, please,” his thumb extended to click the top of his blue pen before sliding it into the breast pocket of his white coat, “hey, I was gonna go grab a cup of coffee right now, do you wanna join?” he tried to keep his tone casual.

Blinking back at him, your breath couldn’t help but get caught in your throat, “I–, uhm… I’d love to, but I get off in a little bit. Wednesdays are always just morning shifts for me.”

“Oh, alright,” he nodded understandingly, though the gentle rejection still tainted his features slightly.

“But another time,” you offered, successfully brightening his smile once more.

“Yeah?” his elbow curled up to lean against the supportive railing that lined the hospital hallways.

“Sure. I mean, I drink coffee, you drink coffee,” you awkwardly began to dig yourself into a hole, “the chances of us bumping into each other at the coffee cart are pretty high–”

But your sentence was then cut short as Peter’s pager suddenly pinged in his pocket.

Fishing the small device out, his eyes flickered down to the small screen before he croaked, “oh, sorry. I gotta run.”

“Of course,” you swiftly waved a hand and watched as his feet began to shuffle into a run.

“Talk later!” Peter called over his shoulder before he rounded a corner and disappeared into the maze of the hospital.

Twisting around, your feet carried you the remaining distance towards the nurses’ station overlooking the ICU. As you laid the stack of files in your arms down on the counter, a familiar voice found your ears right before her visage popped into your periphery.

“Please tell me that that was what I think it was.”

Your gaze stayed glued on the charts a moment longer as you ignored your friend’s prying, “hello to you too, Kate.”

When your head finally raised and you let her catch your eye, her wide ones questioned you before she expectantly poked once more, “well?”

“Well what?” you shrugged, though your feeble attempts at shutting the pending subject down failed as she shot you a glare, efficiently causing you to crumble with a sigh, “yes, he asked me out again–, or kinda. It was just coffee.”

“And you finally said yes?” she smiled keenly.

Holding back your scoff, you simply uttered, “no,” before spinning on your heel.

“Again?” she shuffled slightly to catch up to the pace you swiftly slipped into, “why not? He’s kind, he’s a doctor, he’s hot,” she listed off, counting on her fingers, “he’s literally perfect for you.”

“I know he is…” you tilted your head, almost with an air of shame, “he’s exactly the type of guy that I should be running after…”

Though you liked him as a person and cared for him enough to call him your friend, those feelings you caught yourself forcing just hadn’t bubbled up yet. He was the kind of man that you deserved, that you should fall for, and certainly not the monster that still haunted you, that for some reason wouldn’t stop popping into your mind, especially at inappropriate times, like very late at night…

“So then why aren’t you?” Kate asked as you entered the employee locker room.

And though thoughts of a gruff gangster caused your heart to swell, you still muttered, “I don’t know…” as an excuse before you popped open your locker and uttered, “hey… what do you know about mobsters here in the city?

“Other than the horror stories I’ve picked up in the ER, not too much,” she leaned against the row of cubbies beside your own as you dug out your bag and began to change out of your scrubs and back into the clothes you’d worn early this morning when the sun was still only a promise waiting to rise, “though I did grow up here, so I probably do know a bit more than you,” she acknowledged your move to the city only a few years prior, “why? Are you suddenly in the mood for a change in careers?”

Though the truth was on the tip of your tongue, you still found yourself obeying the commands the gangsters had sent you home with. Telling the cops was no use because they were all in their pockets, and confiding in a loved one also wasn’t a smart choice as that would only put them in danger.

“Have you ever heard of someone called Bucky Barnes?” you asked, instinctively lowering your voice to a whisper.

The ever light-hearted expression plastered upon Kate’s face fell at the recognition of that name, “yeah…”

“Really?” your brows rose, “what do you know about him?”

“I mean, other than that he’s the supposed leader of the Avengers, not too much.”

“The Avengers?”

“Yeah, one of New York’s most notorious gangs,” she let out a breath, “from what little I know, they get up to a shit ton of stuff straight out of a De Niro movie or something, but their real money maker is cocaine… I mean, that’s why the head of the group is known as the winter soldier.”

“How do you know about all this stuff?” you squinted back at her in slight amazement.

“Went to med school with a few coke heads, might have dated one of them,” she blurted before shaking her head and getting back to the subject at hand, “anyways, Y/n, the point is, you don’t wanna mess with those types, trust me.”

“I know,” you uttered quietly as you shrugged on your coat and pushed your locker closed, “I wasn’t planning on it, I was just curious…”

As you dragged your foaming toothbrush over the last of your teeth, a loud knock suddenly rattled your front door, causing you to jump atop the pink bathmat in your tiny bathroom.

Neck twisted out towards the entryway of your apartment, you briefly leaned over the sink to spit out the toothpaste slowly leaking out of your mouth, before your feet began to carry you towards the exit.

One of your palms momentarily ran over the edge of your pyjama-clad arm as the night chill soaked through the cotton and made you yearn for the warmth of your bed.

Though as you pulled on the handle, the haunting figures on the other side of the door caused your blood to freeze with recognition. Standing tall on the other side of the threshold, there stood two of the Avengers’ henchmen.

“You need to come with us,” the one called Barton ordered coldly. Over the few days the gang had held you captive, you’d picked up on the names of many of the members, including the two that stood before you now.

“What?” your chest rose and fell rapidly, “I–, please, I swear, I haven’t told a soul.”

Having them knock at your door was one thing, but even just the thought of criminals such as them knowing where you lived sent you into a spiral.

“Yeah, we know you haven’t,” Scott put a hand on the doorframe, “that’s not why we’re here.”

“What happened?” you murmured as you were led into one of the many sitting rooms in the mysterious manor they once again brought you to. In an armchair before you, half-empty glass of bourbon in metal hand and the sleeves rolled up on his blood-tainted shirt, there sat the big bad winter soldier himself, panting as he slowly sipped.

Though when the sound of your voice filled the room, Bucky’s eyes only snapped up to yours for a moment before he shot a glare at his men.

“What is she doing here?” he grumbled lowly.

“Boss, you busted your stitches,” Lang gestured tensely to the crimson slowly staining his crisp white shirt, “what else were we–”

Intersecting the conversation, the broad form of Steve stepped into the space between the gangsters and swiftly snuffed the pending argument out, “thank you, Barton, Lang,” he nodded to each of them, “you can go,” and you watched the pair that had brought you back exited the room. Shifting his weight, Bucky’s right hand man turned to you and offered you a polite smile, “Y/n, pleasure to see you again.”

“Yeah,” you exhaled, not masking your disdain of the situation you’d been dragged into yet again, “I wish I could say the same…” before you shifted your eyes to the man in the chair, though still directed your question at Steve, “what do you need me to do?”

As you shifted closer to the intimidating leader, ever drinking, surely to dull the pain, Rogers murmured as you kneeled down to assess, “I think it’s just the one on his shoulder that’s–”

“Yeah, I see it,” you cut him off, then glanced back over your shoulder at him, “do you still have that medical bag?”

“Yeah, one second,” he swiftly disappeared to fetch it, leaving you all alone with the feared mob boss.

With the crackling fireplace off to the side as your only source of light, you cautiously raised your hands and asked, “do you mind taking this off?” motioning to the shirt he wore.

“Yeah, sure,” Bucky sighed and sat down his glass before shrugging the item off. Though you’d stared at his bare chest for hours on end before, soaking in his reveal once again for some reason caused your heartbeat to pick up, though you swiftly averted your gaze in an attempt at staying professional.

Not long passed before Rogers had returned with the supplies, and you’d commenced redoing his stitches.

“So,” you murmured though your concentration, weaving his skin back together, “do I even wanna know how this happened?”

Blinking down at you, your face close to your work and therefore his skin, Bucky breathed, “probably not...” and as his stare only intensified over the next few stitches, his low timbre once again washed over you as the corners of his lips tugged into the slightest of smirks, “cute PJs, by the way…”

“Yeah, I didn’t exactly get a chance to change,” you felt your cheeks heat up.

“Oh, I'm not complaining,” his gaze shifted to take in the way the cool night air had caused your nipples to become visible like pebbles beneath the thin stripy fabric, the comment making you shift tensely on your knees.

Once the last of the knots were tied off and you’d snipped the end of the thread, you wrapped the wounds back up with clean bandages before placing the roll of gauze back into the medical bag.

“Alright, uhm,” you shifted back, “you’re good now,” a slight winch shot through you as you watched him briefly test out his arm’s mobility, “just be careful, try not to use it too much.”

Catching your eye, he uttered softly, “thank you,” before shifting his gaze to the gangster by the door, “Rogers?”

“Yes, boss?”

“See to it that she gets home safe.”

ONE MONTH LATER

“I’ve heard the risotto here is really good,” Peter noted as you both skimmed the menus resting on the tablecloth before you, the crystal chandeliers illuminating the restaurant cast a soft glow down upon the choices.

“Yeah?” you briefly glanced up to catch the doctor’s eye, “well, maybe I should get that then,” you shrugged before shifting slightly in your seat, “hey,” you captured his gaze once more, “could you maybe order for me? I just need to–…” you trailed off, letting the thumb you discreetly pointed over your shoulder in the direction of the bathrooms fill out the rest of the sentence.

“Oh, yeah, of course,” he nodded.

“Great, thank you,” you smiled as you rose. The long, cobalt-blue, velvet dress you wore briefly swooshed around your legs before the soft click of your heels against the polished floors carried you through the maze of tables.

It was the third date you’d ventured on with the kind doctor. The third one and yet you still didn’t have any feelings towards him.

Stubbornly trying as you might, you still couldn’t get the poison out of your system and do the right thing.

Once you exited the ladies’ room, and big breath of courage in your lungs as you pushed open the door, it all seeped out as you walked through the small hallway that connected the lavatories with the dining space, and you accidentally bumped into two figures that waited in the space.

Unsure of who was to blame for the collision, you immediately just muttered, “oh, sorry–,” before you glanced up at the pair and your apology crumbled from your lips, your frame immediately freezing up at the recognition.

“Listen to me. You are going to quietly walk back to your little date, tell him that you’re not feeling well and need to go home,” Stark kept his voice hushed as both he and the other gangster slowly cornered you, the other one grasping your arm to keep you in place, “and then you’re gonna come with us.”

Sucking in a breath, you then tilted your chin slightly, “and if I don’t?”

“Then we won’t hesitate to make a scene,” Barton shifted the edge of his jacket out of the way to flash you the gun strapped beneath, “so you can either walk with us and safe a life or you can not only have a dying gangster’s blood on your hands, but also everyone in this fucking restaurant.”

With the clench of your jaw, you glared up at them and murmured, “...fine,” before you ripped your arm free and began to walk back into the dining area and the table where Peter still sat.

Flashing you a smile as you neared, the doctor swiftly said, “so, I ordered this chardonnay that the waiter said was good. You drink wine, right?”

“I–, uhm…” your fingers clutched the back of the chair as you tried to appear as you had before, even though now you felt as if your hammering heart might spring straight out of your ribcage, “Peter, I’m really sorry, but I gotta go,” you briefly scrambled your brain before adding, “the hospital paged me. There was a big accident downtown.”

“Really?” he fished out his own beeper from his pocket and furrowed down at it, “I didn’t get paged, so it probably can’t be that bad.”

“Yeah, but nurses shortage, you know?”

“Right,” he nodded, disappointment slightly polluting his understanding expression.

“I'm really sorry,” you uttered as you picked up your small purse from the chair.

“No, it’s fine,” he shook his head gently, “hey, I get it,” he shrugged before waving a hand, “go.”

“Thank you,” you stood there a moment longer, unsure of how you should depart, “uhm… bye,” before you awkwardly shifted closer to his seat and leaned down to press a brief kiss to his cheek as you offered him a half-hearted hug.

“Who is it this time?” you sighed as you were led into an elegant space, surely intended for parties judging by the long bar that stretched along the back wall. Glaring at the only man seated on one of the barstools, you asked impatiently, “is it you? Did you hurt yourself again?”

Glancing over his shoulder as you halted your stride halfway down the short steps, a smile appeared on Bucky’s face as he leaned a forearm against the bar top and bellowed, “Y/n! Come, have a drink with me,” he waved a hand for you to take the seat beside him.

Standing your ground, you squinted back at him in confusion, “no, I can’t, I–, where’s the patient?”

“The patient?” he echoed as if you were speaking a foreign language.

“Yes,” you huffed, your annoyance simmering into a full-on boil, “the person who’s on death’s door, the reason why I, a medical professional, is here,” you placed your hands on your hips and asked once again, “is it you?”

“No, I’m phenomenal,” he pursed his lips as he snatched up the stout glass waiting for him on the marble counter, “never been better.”

“Okay, so who is it?”

Tearing his gaze away from you, he then uttered, “no one,” before raising the drink up to his lips. As your mouth parted and your glare nearly burned straight through him, the mobster casually added, “you look stunning, by the way,” before twisting in his seat to face you more, “I didn’t know they changed scrubs out with gowns.”

“No, I–, I was on a date–,” you muttered faintly through your confusion, slightly shaking your head in an attempt to clear it before you raised a hand, “wait, excuse me, no one’s injured?”

“No,” Barnes shook his head, “no one’s hurt or dying,” then added as if your reaction was a tad bit too dramatic for his taste, “you can relax, it’s fine.”

But instead, the opposite emotions roiled inside of you as you slowly ascended a single one of the remaining steps, “so you mean to tell me that your men threatened me, my date and a whole restaurant of people, then dragged me all the way out here again, for nothing?” you fumed.

“No, it wasn’t for nothing,” he shrugged, “they brought you back here because I told them to,” he kept his ocean eyes upon you as he once again repeated, “now, come drink with me.”

“No, I don’t want a fucking drink,” you roared.

But then, just as swiftly as you had raised your voice, Bucky’s steely hand dipped beneath his suit jacket and pulled out a gun.

“I asked you nicely,” his stern tone rolled off his tongue slowly as he aimed the weapon upon you, “now sit your ass down and share a drink with me.”

Carefully, you finally followed his orders and sat down at the bar beside him.

“Good girl. That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” he uttered as he sat the gun down beside his drink. Raising up a hand to the silent shadow behind the bar, a glass was soon slid across the counter, one Bukcy pushed closer towards you, “here,” he said as you stared down at the orange peel floating at the top. As you lifted up the cocktail, the gangster beside you raised his own to click yours, “cheers.”

You briefly toyed with the thought of just taking a sip, though opted instead to down it all, both out of the desperate hope that the alcohol would aid the strange evening, but also in an attempt to fast forward a tad closer to your longed-for departure, ripping the bandage off instead of nursing it all night long.

Though as you sat the glass back down on the bar, the bottom clanged against the marble much more forcefully than you’d intended as the fingers you clutched it with began to tingle. Blinking heavily a few times, your hand accidentally knocked over the empty drink as a numbing sensation began to bloom within your chest and spread throughout your body.

Trying to get up from your seat, you mumbled foggily, “what the hell?” though quickly stumbled as your legs felt like jelly beneath your velvet gown.

“Whoa, careful now, angel,” Bucky’s calm gaze trailed you chillingly as you tried to steady yourself.

“The fuck did you do?” you panted as your wide eyes watched him raise from his seat.

“It's okay,” he uttered softly, “it’s all gonna be okay,” before your world turned to black and you passed out into his arms.

When you finally stirred, you were no longer at the bar, nor any other room you’d been in before. You were in a bedroom, situated on a spacious mattress and alongside countless fluffy maroon pillows.

As you sat up, a low rustling found your ears and drew your vision down towards the coldness clinging around your ankle. Strung between the bottom corner of the bedframe and your own foot, there shined a chain, one that, try as you instinctively did, you couldn’t snap out of.

But then, as the door to the room creaked open and caused your body to flinch, a plea swiftly flowed out of you as you watched Rogers step inside, balancing a small tray with a glass and a tall decanter of clear water.

“Steve!” you crawled to the bottom of the bed, “I–… help me, please,” you begged, hearing tears thicken up your voice as they rolled down your cheeks, “you’re a good man, deep down I know you don’t wanna stand by and let this happen. Can you unlock me? Please? Help me get out of here.”

But just as you waited for Steve’s lips to part, you instead heard, “shh, don’t waste your breath, honey,” as in strolled Bucky, causing you to swiftly scramble as far back on the bed as the chain would allow.

Sitting down in a chair just out of your reach, the fireplace opposing the bed, directly behind where he sat, clacked and lit up his spine as he settled into the seat and directed his cold gaze upon you.

“Glad to see you awake,” he uttered calmly.

“Fuck you!” you swiftly spat as you hugged your knees tightly to your chest.

“And with all of your charms still intact,” he tilted his head, a light smirk blooming on his lips as your vulgar language hadn’t fazed him one bit.

“Let me go,” you demanded.

“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen, my angel,” his burly arms folded across his chest, “this is for your own protection,” he briefly gestured to the chain, “we wouldn’t want you to do anything stupid or rash now, would we?” one of his eyebrows twitched, “I can’t let anything happen to you,” he uttered as you continued to stare daggers at him, “you need to be kept as safe as possible so you can keep on helping me the way that you have.”

“What? You want me to be your gang’s personal nurse?” you scoffed, “is this your sick and twisted way of offering me a job, because if so, no thanks!”

“Yeah, no, this isn’t a job offering, I’m not interested in those talents of yours,” he leaned further back in the seat before he began to explain, “you see, for the past few years, I’ve had a serious string of bad luck. Deals have fallen through, rats have been found, the feds have been snipping at our heels and countless of my men have lost their lives,” he listed off, “but, then I met you,” his eyes flickered up to capture your own, “and it all turned around,” he uttered, “I tell you, when you’re here, it’s fate herself is on my side and nothing whatsoever could go wrong. Like having you has made me a fucking god or something, that’s the level of power you’ve bestowed in me,” a faint smile tugged at his lips as those words rolled off his tongue, “so no, you can not leave. You have to stay right here where I can make sure you’re safe and sound. Although, just because you get to be kept safe, that doesn’t mean you’re free of any consequences if you step out of line… it also doesn’t mean that I’ll deny anyone of your beauty if it pleases them… so, I guess it’s more along the lines of you just staying alive under my watch.”

In the blind rage his words threw you into, your fingers wrapped around the bedside lamp before you chucked it across the room. Though just before it could strike the gangster’s head, he casually ducked out of the way, the lamp instead smashing on the floor behind him as a chuckle began to rumble within his chest.

“That’s cute,” he laughed lowly, “you’ve got some bite. It’ll get you in trouble, but it’s adorable.”

“I'm not interested in being your good luck charm, you superstitious fuck!” you yelled as he got up from his seat.

Huffing out a condescending grin, “give it some time, angel,” he fastened the button on his dark suit jacket before smoothing a palm down over the front, “the human psyche is much more fragile than you’d think and can get used to some surprising conditions,” he ignored the scream that desperately tore from your lungs and instead turned to Steve standing by the door and asked him calming, “Rogers, would you mind cleaning that up?” gesturing to the broken lamp on the floor, and as he received a small nod in return, he murmured, “thank you,” before exiting the room and leaving you to your fate.

“Seriously?” Steve let out a laugh when he finally coaxed the truth out as to why you hadn’t been touching any of the food they’d brought you, “and here I thought you were just a picky eater.”

“Well, you’ve already drugged me once so what’s stopping you from doing it again,” you explained, glaring down at the plate before you as he attempted to stifle his laughter.

“I swear, cross my heart, your pasta is not poisoned.”

Continuing to squint down at the food, you kissed your teeth, “prove it.”

“Really?” his brows floated up, “alright,” he sighed as he sat down across from you. Dragging your plate closer, he twirled some of the spaghetti onto the fork before slipping it into his mouth, “see?” he chewed, “I’m fine, and so will you be when you get some food in that belly of yours.”

Pushing it back towards you, hesitantly, you picked up the fork and slowly began to eat. It had only been little things you’d consumed the past couple of days being here, things you could be certain weren’t tainted, like the odd apple and such.

Though as you chewed and finally began to settle your stomach’s nauseating rumbling, tears began to stream down your cheeks.

No matter how hard you tried to beg, none of the mobsters would help you, as their loyalty was just too hard for you to crack.

“Hey…” your bloodshot eyes then flickered up to Rogers as he noticed your weeping, “it’ll get easier, I promise,” he attempted in a soft tone.

“How?” you blinked back at him hopelessly, “I am being locked up in a room by a maniac as if I’m just some trinket for him to own.”

Throwing a brief glance over his shoulder, he then leaned in a bit closer to cautiously advise you, “…there might be some things you could do to change your situation…”

“What?” a spark suddenly flickered within you, “I’d do anything.”

“…you might consider trying to get closer to Barnes…” his words remained hesitant, “…if he begins to care for you, then he might treat you differently…”

“Like, he’d let me go?”

“I don’t know,” he exhaled, “but maybe it could get that chain off your ankle,” he gestured to your foot, “baby steps.”

ONE MONTH LATER

“Here,” Steve croaked as he suddenly burst through the doors to your room, a big flat box in his arms which he tossed on the bed beside you. Peeking inside, a folded-up bundle of black fabric met your eye, “put it on,” he ordered hastily, “make yourself presentable.”

“Why?” you blinked up at him, your brows knitting gently together.

“Because the boss requested it,” he answered impatiently.

“What, he wants to play dress up with me now? Treat me like a doll?”

Over the past month, you had gone from being scared out of your mind, barely sleeping at night, horrified of what they might do to you, till the paralysing fear slowly began to melt away as not much happened at all, in fact so little that you grew bored in your imprisonment, thinking that the big bad gangsters were just all bark and no bite. Perhaps that was a dangerous confidence to develop, growing cocky in your restlessness, but you couldn’t help it.

Letting out a low sigh, “just put it on,” Rogers’ head tilted before he said, “I’ll be outside, yell when you’re done.”

Popping the lid off all the way, you then slipped into the black gown waiting within. It was long and simple in its beauty as it hugged all of your curves like a second skin.

Right before you called out to the mobster in the hallway, you leaned in closer to the mirror on the left side of the room. The dark storm clouds visible out the gothic windows that filled up the wall behind you blossomed in the reflection alongside you as you momentarily fussed with your hair to make it match the elegant dress better.

Once Steve had entered the room once again, the very last thing you expected was what he did next.

Walking straight up to you, without a word, he bent down and unlocked the chain binding you to the bedpost. At first, a wave of hope washed over you till it was drowned out by the unsettling notion as to where he would take you and just what plans were on the horizon.

Grabbing you by the arm, he dragged you out of the room and down the dark hallway you’d only seen glimpses of before. You tried to ask him what was going on, though he didn’t offer you any clue in return, only remained silent as he hauled you through the maze-like manor till a wide set of steps found you, leading you down into a garage where a group of the other gangsters already stood beside the black car rolled up by the base of the stairs.

Standing in the middle with an arm resting against the roof of the vehicle, Bucky’s gaze swiftly landed upon you as you ascended the stone steps.

“Well,” the mob boss’ eyes roamed your form, “don’t you look pretty.”

Biting your tongue, you greeted him politely, “Mr Barnes.”

“Shall we go?” he cracked open one of the car doors.

“Where?” you tried, though your question only caused him to breathe out a smile as he ignored it and instead commanded softly.

“Get in the car, angel,” his metal arm rested atop the door.

Riding in a different vehicle than you, it was Clint who slipped in behind the wheel of your car and drove you the silent route towards the mysterious destination.

Though once the car came to a stop, the door to your left cracked open from the outside and there to greet you was an outstretched metal hand to help you exit.

You didn’t recognise the building that loomed before you, though it was grand and opulent with large steps leading you and all the other arrivals up to what sounded like a party already buzzing on.

“So, you needed a date,” you exhaled as Barnes took your arm and began to lead you up the stairs, a cluster of his men shadowing behind you both.

“No,” he cocked his head, “I didn’t need it...”

Casting your glance around at the other guests that passed, you asked, “what kinda party is this anyway? Let me guess, human trafficking auction?” you were completely serious, though still managed to make the gangster laugh gently.

“It’s a wedding,” his chuckle finished billowing out of his lungs, “or a funeral,” he tilted his head, “I'm not quite sure.”

“How could you not be sure?” you shot him a glance as you reached the top of the steps and he dragged you inside the marbled halls, “there’s a pretty significant difference.”

“They all just kinda melt together at this point,” he sighed, “I have at least one of these a week I gotta show my face at, just out of respect.”

Taking a look around, you uttered, “well, do you at least know who this funeral wedding is for?”

“No fucking clue,” he exhaled before following the signs and leading you into the venue’s ballroom.

Turns out it was a wedding for some couple you hadn’t yet spotted, though you’d already read their names a thousand times with all the stuff they were plastered upon.

You stayed quiet and lingered by Bucky’s side as he shook some people’s hands and made some small talk before the two of you found yourselves seated at one of the many round tables in the hall.

Blinking up at the floral centrepiece, your fingers fiddled with the white tablecloth as the hours rolled by. Soon, not only the complementary glass of champagne you’d been handed back when you arrived was sloshing in your belly, but also quite a bit more alcohol as you decided that was a good tool to make the evening more bearable.

It however also came with the hindrance of boosting your cockiness as you eventually found yourself poking the bear.

“You know for a big bad gangster,” you stared over at him, leaned back in the seat next to yours, “you’re actually not that scary up close,” you pursed your lips, causing a chuckle to rumble within his chest because of just how untrue that statement was, “smiling at everyone, being polite. Are you sure you really are the big bad winter solider? The king of New York with no heart and only an imagination for torture…”

“Well…” he huffed out a short laugh as he met your gaze, “don’t you have me just all figured out.”

“Some of your guys may have filled me in a bit,” you tilted your head.

“Have they now?” he continued to look amused.

“Yeah, well, a bit at least,” you seized your glass and took another sip.

As you placed the flute back down on the table and rested your cheek in a propped-up palm, your stare only intensified into a squint as Bucky’s eyes flickered back around the room.

But as his gaze fluttered back to notice your gawking, he muttered, “what?”

“Why aren’t you mean tonight?” you uttered through the haze fuzzing up your mind.

Tongue flicking out to wet his lips, his eyes briefly dipped before he uttered, “do you want me to be mean?” a playful smirk twitched at the corner of his lip in a threat to appear.

“Is it all just a lie?” you asked, the subtext of his previous words flowing directly over your dizzy head.

“What?”

Squinting back at him, you then breathed, “there’s always a part of me that’s still scared, imagining what you might do to me… but now,” you slowly drew out, “I don’t think you’re actually ever gonna do anything,” you blindly decided, “that’s not really who you are, they’re all just empty threats…”

“Hm…” he hummed, a slight smile blooming upon his lips as he stared back at you, “okay…” before he leaned in closer to utter, “and just what makes you think that I haven’t already?” your face immediately dropped as his words caused your frame to freeze up, “tell me, Y/n,” his breath fanned across your cheeks, “did you sleep well last night? Or the night before for that matter, or–, well, just during the time you’ve spent here with me?”

As your shock not only showed in your expression but also in your complete lack of speech, he simply grinned back at your stunned features before grabbing you by the hand and breaking the moment.

“Come on,” he dragged you with him as he then stood up himself, “let’s dance.”

With an argument on the tip of your tongue, the appendage, just as the rest of you, still remained too dumbfounded for it to come to fruition. You didn’t manage to gather your wits once again till he had you on the middle of the floor, wide hand on your waist as you swayed to the music.

As his hold slowly tightened and he brought you closer to his broad frame, your breath suddenly hitched as you blinked up into his eyes, the air between you growing thick. The hand that grasped your own near swallowed your palm in a dizzying contrast. Goosebumps began to erupt across your skin as you felt your heartbeat thump not only in your chest, but also much further south, a mortifying clue to the dark truth you hoped he didn’t somehow notice.

Gliding his palm up the length of your spine, it came to rest between your shoulder blades as he then drew you in closer and your gaze fell to the band strumming over his shoulder.

“Does the thought of me playing with you at night turn you on?” he whispered in your ear and continued to gently sway you to the music, “because if you want me to wake you, all you have to do is ask. Though my attempts so far at rubbing your luck off on me have been rather eventful, I’m still sure it would be better if you gave me a bit of a hand…”

Tilting your head back to blink up at him, you thought you were gonna spit him in the face for making such an accusation, till your stare acted of its own accord and fluttered down to fixate on his lips.

It almost felt as if they were calling for you, begging you closer like a stubborn magnet. But before you could close the short distance that kept you two apart, Barton appeared in your periphery and tapped his boss on the shoulder.

As he leaned in to whisper in his ear, you couldn’t pick up on the words over the music, though watched as Bucky’s face swiftly grew hard.

“What’s going on?” you asked as the secretive message came to an end and the mobster’s wide hands faded from your frame.

Ignoring your question, Bucky instead cast his glance over your head at one of the men behind you and ordered sternly, “Stark? Get her home, now.”

“What’s happening?” you tried again, though without success as Tony dragged you away and the remaining gathered to converse in hushed tones.

Perhaps it was because of the chaos of whatever was happening, perhaps just a simple mistake, but when you returned back to the manor, the shackle wasn’t reunited with your ankle.

Not willing to let that gift slip through your fingers, you soon grasped that opportunity tight and made an attempt at your escape.

Sneaking down the many hallways, you successfully hid from a handful of gruff-looking men before you realised you couldn’t remember the path to the garage or any other way out of the labyrinth of a building that kept you swallowed in the dark.

However, your mission turned into a swiftly sinking ship as soon as you rounded the wrong corner and crossed the threshold of the last room you should have entered.

In the centre of the space stood two chairs, both with individuals strapped to them, though only one of them was still alive. Before the seated pair and with his back turned to your frozen-up form, there stood Bucky. Returned from the party and with both his jacket and tie torn off, his sleeves were rolled up though still tainted in small crimson flecks of the deed he’d just done.

“Come on, Vladimir…” Barnes uttered as he kneeled down in front of the battered man still breathing, neither he nor the other members in the room haven noticed you in the doorway, “just give me what I want and we can wrap this up.”

Wheezing painfully through his broken nose, the man met Bucky’s steely gaze before fulfilling his request, “…I’m sorry…”

“Hm?” he leaned in pettily, “what was that?”

“I’m sorry,” the tied-up man repeated with a laboured huff.

“Okay, getting there,” he nodded, “what are you sorry for?”

“I’m sorry for killing Bruce…” the name rolled off Vladimir’s tongue like a crackle to a bonfire.

“And?” Bucky fished.

“For hurting you…”

“See? That wasn’t so bad now,” Barnes straightened back up, “an apology, a life for the one you took from me, and now there’s just one last thing left to do, and then we’re even,” he then took one step back and conjured his gun. Aiming it at the Russian, barely a second passed before a shot deafened everyone’s ears and a bullet blasted through the tied-up man’s arm, mirroring the injuries Bucky himself had sustained. The loud blast and the bloodcurdling scream that tore from Vladimir, however, caught you so off guard that a shriek slipped from you as you flinched, revealing your presence as everybody’s eyes suddenly shifted to train on you. Glancing over his shoulder, Bucky grunted, “what are you doing out? What is she doing out?” he shot his glare in the direction of Steve off to the side, “Rogers? Get her back into bed.”

“Yes, boss,” his right-hand man swiftly nodded before catching up to you in two long steps and seizing your arm.

And as you were dragged back to your doom, your eyes caught the tail end as Barnes let out a sigh and turned back around to face his victim, “now, where were we? Right! I believe the other one was right around here,” another gunshot echoed in the manor as he shot Vladimir’s arm once more, “and now, we can’t forget about the ones that only skimmed me, so get up and don’t fucking flinch, it’s on you if I hit your lung.”

The chain reunited with your ankle jingled as you twisted on the bed to cast your gaze out the window. Heavy rain hammered against the tall panes as the restless city twinkled through the darkness of the night. In the corner of the room, Steve watched up like a hawk as you continuously failed to find rest.

But then, just as you thought you felt your heartbeat return to a normal rhythm, the double doors burst open and in paced Bucky.

“Is she awake?” he huffed, though didn’t wait for an answer before he heatedly went on, “okay, great.”

As his rushed steps halted by the foot of your bed, the look in his eye caused your body to shudder.

“Rogers?” he kept his cold stare glued on you as he uttered, “go wait outside.”

Though you silently pleaded with your eyes for the mobster to stay, it was no use as Steve swiftly shut the doors behind him.

As the man before you then shifted, your wide eyes finally noticed the bundle of rope in his grasp as he began to unravel it. Scrambling back, you didn’t manage to crawl far away before Bucky caught the chain and yanked it hard enough to force your frame down towards him. Though your struggling finally fizzled out when the gangster pulled out his gun, the very gun he’d just ended a life with, and aimed it at your head to get you to comply.

“You know,” he uttered gruffly like a pent-up bull, “I’ve been nice, I’ve been real well behaved, kept my manners intact, been a goddamn gentleman,” the heavy weapon in his hand tilted slightly to emphasise his words, “but evidently, that’s not what you need to learn your fucking place,” he fumed before letting out a low exhale, “that’s alright…”

“Bucky, please,” tears blurred your vision as you held up your palms, “I-I understand, I’m sorry, you don’t have to do this.”

“Oh, but I do…” he sighed almost softly as he then kneeled down closer and let the tip of the cool barrel stroke your cheek, “…if you don’t break a horse, then she’ll never be tamed…” his eyes trailed after the line he drew before it flickered up to find your own, “now give me your hands,” he ordered and hesitantly, you shakily obeyed.

Since you couldn’t stay in your place, he simply had to tie you down better.

Unfurling the rope in his grasp, the mobster then fastened the cord around not only both of your wrists, but also your free ankle. After each of the tight knots were tied off, he yanked each appendage to the nearest corner of the bedframe, spreading your limbs till you looked like a starfish on the mattress.

Taking a step back to admire his handiwork, his fingers then dipped down into his pocket before a slight furrow found his brow as his touch didn’t locate the item he fished for. Placing the heavy gun in his palm down on the fireplace mantel, he then closed the distance towards the exit and cracked open the door just a smidge.

“Rogers?” he extended a hand through the sliver, “give me your knife,” to which a switchblade was swiftly placed in his palm, replacing his own which was still lodged deeply inside the corpse of the Russian in the other room.

Slamming the door behind him, he then crossed the room and silently began to cut your clothes off. The black gown you still wore came off with only a few slices, though your underwear, that he took his time with, slowly grazing the blade over your goosebump-ridden flesh before nicking the cotton clinging tightly to your frame.

Once you were bare before him, his feet shuffled back slightly as he let his stare soak up every millimetre of you.

A hand floated up to tug on his tie and loosen it slightly from around the collar still dappled with the blood of his enemy. Folding closed the knife with a faint flourish, he then sank down into the armchair directly behind him. The tattered panties he’d sliced from you were still clutched tightly in his hand as his eyes stayed glued upon your frame. Bringing the fabric up to his nose, his blue eyes then fluttered closed for a second as he breathed deeply, letting the scent of you flood his senses.

But as he stuffed the cotton down into his pocket and let his palm drift to somewhere else, your eyes grew even wider as you gasped, “what are you–”

“Just shut up, please,” he groaned, sounding like he was at his very last straw as he brashly began to rub himself through his pants, “just for one fucking second, don’t be a brat.”

Your jaw couldn’t help but hit the floor as he shamelessly pulled out his cock, letting the intimidating hardness spring free of its confines before he spit in his palm and enclosed his fist around the fat girth. You wanted to look away, you truly did, but you just couldn’t, a flaw he obviously noticed.

“You’re unbelievable…” he chuckled as his fist silkily stroked up and down his cock, the mixture of his own spit and the precum beading at the tip caused a sloppy melody to fill the room at each and every twist, “I mean, me being into you, that’s one thing, that makes sense, you’re the closest thing to magic that I’ve ever experienced, so of course that’s enough to get me going, but you… you’re the very textbook definition of a good girl and here you are pining after–, how was it again you put it? A superstitious fuck?”

Stunned at his accusation, you tried to tear your stare away, “I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

“Really? Well, I didn’t take you for a fool, but hey,” he tilted his head, “some folks are just that disconnected to their own feelings.”

Blinking back at him, you scoffed faintly, “you’re crazy, I’m not–…” but you couldn’t even say it out loud as you, deep down, knew that it was a lie.

“Oh yeah?” he cocked a brow, finding your flustered state amusing, “then why did you almost kiss me tonight?”

“I–…I was drunk.”

Letting out a dark chuckle, “alright, sure,” he then rose from his seat and crawled up on the bed with you before he buried his face between your parted thighs, “if you despise me so much, then why are you so fucking wet?” his hot breath fanned across your core.

“I’m not–,” you tried, though your attempt then fell short as he proved you wrong, reaching out his touch to tickle at your lightly and let the wet sounds of your arousal slosh into your soul.

“Hm?” the broad pad of his thumb gently brushed over your glistening petals, making them part for him, “if this isn’t because deep down you want me, then why? I’d love to hear you try and explain your way out of this one…”

“I-I–…” your eyes fluttered as you tried to fight the feeling, “I don’t…”

Laughing lightly through the scoff that then bubbled out of him, he averted his gaze and said, “okay, fine. You wanna play that game?” his eyes flickered back up to find yours, “if you need a bit of help in order to admit the truth, then that’s what you’ll get,” he uttered before suddenly stuffing two of his fingers inside of you.

Craning his neck, he tilted down to catch a taste. You tried to hold back your moans as his digits caressed you, but the softness of his velvety tongue came as such a shock that a little squeak managed to slip out past your lips.

“I mean, if it’s any consolation,” his stubbly chin glimmered with your essence as he retracted slightly to smirk, “I personally think it’s kinda cute that you have a crush on me like a little schoolgirl…”

He then sent his palm down upon your pussy in a wet smack, before repeating the action a couple of times to echo the jolt it shot through your body.

“Fuck…” he groaned in a low rumble, “you are so much more pretty awake…” he revealed casually, “sure, you make some cute noises in your sleep, but not like this,” you instinctually tried to stifle the uncontrollable whimpers that flowed from your lungs, “you should really be thanking me for all of the time and effort I’ve put into stretching this little hole of yours out,” his fingers continued to pump in and out of you, “if I hadn’t, well then you might just split in two when I finally get my cock in there.”

And as he leaned down to lap you up once more, you curled your toes as you felt him push you closer to the edge.

“Mr Barnes…” you attempted with an air of respect through your pants, “please don’t–…”

“Why? Because it makes you want to kiss me again?” he teasingly taunted you before continuing his persistent licks, bullying your clit into submission.

And as he kept going, even as you gasped, “stop–, a-ah!” he still kept his lips locked around your puffy pearl long after a gush of squirt wept around his fingers, keeping his efforts up till your hips were bucking back in sensitivity.

But when his kiss finally ceased, he let some of your juices, that had flooded into his mouth, trickle out past his lips and back down onto your pussy, “fuck…” his low groan nearly caused the whole room to rumble, “nasty little cunt…” before he slapped your throbbing core once more, watching as the last little trickle weakly leaked out and soaked the sheets below.

Lifting himself up to hover above your constricted form, you then squirmed as you felt him nudge the bulbous tip of him against you.

“Does the idea of liking, or even loving, someone like me scare you that much?” he uttered as he gathered up your slick and smeared it with his cock, “does it make you feel all wrong and icky inside that I of all people make you feel the way that you do?”

All of the air in your lungs was then suddenly knocked clean out as he, with one long stroke, slipped all the way inside, before pulling right back out to tap the weight of him against your poor clit with the hold he had at his base.

“You won’t spontaneously combust if you admit it out loud, you know…”

He repeated the motion, plugging you up completely before he denied your cunt the chance of getting used to the stretch.

“I just wanna hear you say it…”

And on the next time he filled you up to the brim, this time his hips didn’t retract.

Reeling as you fought to comprehend the manner his girth split you open, you gasped weakly, “I can’t…”

“Hmm…” his eyes above you narrowed slightly before he pointed out, “that’s not a no,” and he began to move, “finally getting somewhere…”

The gangster was in no way gentle as he started to fuck your pussy, the selfish force of it caused your body to jostle every time his heavy balls tapped against your slick skin, thereby conducting a lewd beat each time he slammed into you.

Lowing himself to get even closer to you, his nose ghosted against your own from the proximity. The gesture made you assume that he was about to press his lips to yours, though they never touched, even as your own instincts overwhelmed you and made you dizzily tilt up to try and close the gap, “nah-ah-ah,” he swiftly clicked his tongue and moved out of your reach, “admit the truth and then I’ll kiss you all you want.”

With his length still embedded deep within you, he sat back up. His fingers dented your hips as he grabbed onto them and then began to sink them harshly down against his own, lifting your frame entirely off of the mattress as he used you like a toy.

“Oh god…” you whimpered as your eyes fluttered down to notice the faint bulge that appeared in your lower abdomen, the thrusting imprint of his size visibly showing just how deep he buried himself inside of you.

Once he’d plopped your hips back down onto the bed, his hands then instead floated up to play with your tits, the rhythm he offered you causing them to jiggle in his palms. Though once he’d fiercely pinched your nipples and parted ways in a brief tap, his fingers then drifted further down south till his right hand found your puffy clit.

Casting his glance down as he rubbed your pearl, a smirk appeared on his lip as he spotted the way your cream coated his girth. Sweeping down to smear his touch against it, what he did next caught you so off guard that you jostled wildly in your binds in an attempt to hit him for his audacity.

“Ahh!” you yelped as he stuffed two of his fingers in your pussy alongside his already overwhelming girth, “Buck, no, it’s too much!”

But your squeak only caused him to chuckle as he stared down at the way your little hole struggled to take what he gave it, clinging around him so tightly that loud groans began to billow from him as he soon painted your insides white and pumped you full of his cum.

With heavy breaths, he withdrew his dick, though let his digits stay inside your warmth.

“Maybe in time you could become more than just my good luck charm…” he murmured as he flopped down to curl closer to your core, “would you like that?” he nipped at one of your thighs as his load slowly began to leak around his thick fingers, “does the idea of me falling down to my knees before you and declaring my undying love entice you, angel?”

“You’ll just have to do better,” he continued as his digits began to twist within you, “let me mould you and make you perfect for me,” another one of his fingers was stuffed inside of you, causing your eyes to flutter, “just let go,” he breathed, “shut off your brain and let it become a leaky mess just like your pussy already is for me,” he worked another digit into your creamy cunt before grazing the last one against your stretched out opening, “you don’t need to think, you just need to do exactly as I tell you to and everything will be okay,” his tone was soft as his thumb curled close to the others and sank into your pussy with a pop, “just break for me, it’s okay,” your body was shaking beneath him as his entire fist slowly twisted within you, “you’ll be so much more perfect ruined…”

Tears were streaming down your face as you unravelled once more, trembling violently as your pussy clamped down around his wide hand so tightly that it was forced all the way out, a drizzle of your nectar once again spraying out at the intensity.

“Alright!” you let out a sob, “alright… I–… I don’t understand it… but, I–…” you caught his eye and confessed, “ever since the moment I met you, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you… even when I fall asleep, it’s like you’re haunting me in my dreams…” a faint shake found your head as you blinked up at him through your blurry vision, “I don’t wanna feel this way. But–… I do.”

It seemed as though time stood still as Bucky stared down at you, an unreadable expression tinting his features before he finally shifted, slowly leaning down over you and inching closer before he finally pressed his lips to your own.

A faint whimper was muffled against his kiss as you felt the world crumble around you.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it now…” he breathed as he ended the soft peck, “say it again,” his hand slid over your jaw, “practice makes perfect.”

Blinking up into his eyes, you uttered from the bottom of your heart, “I am yours,” a single tear rolled down your cheek as you still trembled beneath him.

“Damn right you are…” his lips tilted into a smile.

Fishing out the borrowed switchblade that still rested within the gangster’s pocket, he then sliced through the ropes and constricted you.

Tangling your arms around his neck as you sat up, you captured his lips once again and felt his touch slide down under your ass before he scooped you into his lap. Your sore pussy wept against his cock, once again throbbing and hard as a rock against your core. As your tongue danced against his own, you couldn’t help but scramble even closer, pressing your body impossibly close to his own as you grinded down against him.

“You are mine,” he groaned as he manhandled your frame in his hold and sank you back down onto his fat dick, “you are my most prized possession,” your bodies met in sticky claps as the aftermath of the rough round moments before still oozed all over this one where passion crackled behind both of your own desperate efforts, “I will never let you go,” he blinked up into your eyes as you rode him, both of you clinging to each other as the end crept ever nearer, “always need you–,” his sentence was briefly broken up by a moan as you rolled your hips, your pussy gripping around him and squeezing him tightly, “need you by my side…”

Once your synced-up orgasms had both shuddered your senses and you were sharing each other’s breath, your eyes remained locked as his throbbing cock stayed buried deep within you.

“So, what now?” your chest rose and fell as you whispered into the night, the pitter-patter of rain splashing against your windows once again catching your attention as it swept over and mingled with your laboured pants of breath.

Not shifting his gaze, his eyes briefly scanned your own in search of any ounce of deception, before his fingers dipped down into his pocket and conjured a tiny key, “now,” and he stretched down to undo the chain at your ankle. The click of the lock felt like a gasp of real air was finally filling your depraved lungs, “I take you to my room,” and he manoeuvred you around to slink one arm in behind your knees while the other stayed fast at your spine. As he rose from the bed, he plucked you up with him as well, carrying you in his hold as he exited the bedroom.

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ᥫ᭡ couple chaos ᥫ᭡

🏎️❣️ lando norris x gf!reader 🏎️❣️

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synopsis: well loved and well known paddock couple lando norris and yn ln are chaos. everyone has been waiting for their engagement, but are they the ones getting engaged or is it another paddock pairing?

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f1 the paddock's favorite pair 🧡

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ynlaughs ayo whose that sexy lady 😏

↳ lando @carlossainz55 isn't in this post?

↳ ynlaughs please take your homoerotic "friendship" elsewhere

lando my lucky charm 🧡

^❤️ by author

landosmullet they're so cute omg 🥹🥹

ynlandocouple my favs ☹️

mclaren Yn 😍😍😍😍

↳ lando Ok i'll just die I guess.

↳ ynlaughs No..haha 😕😕 you're so sexy don't die

↳ lando should've hired you to speak at our suicide prevention assemblies in grade school 😇

ynlover4 non ynlando fans dont know how chaotic and weird they are 💀💀

↳ alonsosdnf when they were interlocking toes on her ig story....😭

↳ ynlover4 or when he wore a hoodie with a picture of her during her teen cosplay phase to the f175 event 💀

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ynlaughs Been debating sending this into deuxmoi but decided against it. It's better you all hear it from me. Lando Norris (previously known as nando lorris and Lando Nowins) is a CHEATER!

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ynlover4 what's the tea omfg??? fill me in y'all pls

↳ lando yn wanted to stay in for a movie night but i already had plans to eat dinner with carlos' family. she believes this to be the ultimate betrayal and told me to "go if my love for her is dead" 🙄 safe to say my girlfriend is perfectly normal and not at all dramatic

↳ ynlover4 fair enough. break up w him @ynlaughs

↳ ynlaughs i should, shouldn't i?

ynlaughs @carlossainz55 how does it feel to not be the other woman?

↳ carlossainz55 what can i say? i'm a smoooooth operator 🏎️

↳ ynlaughs Gtfo.

georgerussell63 ☕️☕️☕️

↳ ynlaughs girl you are so chismosa

↳ ynlaughs but tell carmen its girls night tmmrw. ur invited.

↳ georgerussell63 will do! 💁🏼‍♂️

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ynlaughs he does love me 🧡💐

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lando 😐😑😐

↳ ynlaughs hehe...is this thing on? 🎤

↳ lando anyways...what do you rate our vday?

↳ ynlaughs dinner? burnt so 0.4/10. flowers? cute! 4/10. my date? cuter! 10/10. me? sexy/10

↳ lando ykw...fair you were pretty hot if i may say so myself

↳ ynlaughs you may not.

ynlover4 on todays episode of "who can be meaner?" yn wins!!

↳ landofan04 ok but she always wins. this is news to who exactly?

↳ ynlover4 Don't pmo.

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lando

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lando how i sleep at night knowing i have the cutest, hottest, smartest, funniest girlfriend in the world

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ynlaughs oh lando you shouldn't have ☹️🧡

↳ lando thank God i didn't. YOU stole my phone and posted this...STALKER!

↳ ynlover04 not proudly posting abt yearning for ur girl is an L in my book...😬

↳ ynlaughs TELL EM 🔊🔊🔊

jensonisadilf im starting to think @ynlover04 is yn's alt acc...

↳ ynlaughs oh so now women can't band together?? #CANCELLED #JENSONISADILFISOVERPARTY

lando when will we all learn that no matter what yn gets the final say 🤥

↳ ynlaughs neva 🤭💋

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ynlaughs pic 1: my man rn since he's without me

pic 2: me (his beautiful academic weapon 💪📚)

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lando haven't slept a wink since u left me 🫩 plz come back my gorgeous queen

↳ ynlaughs one of us has to be smart 🫤

↳ lando i was smart enough to know u would be the best gf in the world?

↳ ynlaughs yet not smart enough to spell 'sincerely' correctly on your mum's bday card last week....

↳ lando low blow...:(

↳ ynlaughs if you ever want another blow, stfu.

↳ lando 🗣️➡️🙊

↳ ynlaughs as you should

ynlover04 do they know we're here too? ↳ landosixwins no, best we keep it that way

↳ynlover fair enough

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lando.jpg the most beautiful woman in the world just turned 23! my yn. my love. my everything. thank you for being who you are. day in and day out you make my world better. every night i thank the universe that i get to be with the best woman i've ever met. you are insanely smart and i know you will achieve your dreams one day 🖤🎓

darling, thank you for being mine.

loving you has been the greatest gift of my life :)

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ynlaughs 🥹🥹🥹🥹 my baby!! thank you the most <3 you've made this birthday my most special one yet

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deuxmoi *BLIND BAG* One popular Formula One driver was recently seen shopping at multiple luxury jewelry stores. Notably, Pandora, Swarovski, Fabergé, and Cartier. These retailers are well known to sell engagement rings, expensive and lavish ones at that. This athlete has been dating his girlfriend for the past three years. They are quite popular around the paddock and are well-loved by fans worldwide.

Who do you think will be cuffing their lady soon?

*anonymous submission*

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landoyntruther it HAS to be ynlando...dating for three years, their parents get along super well, they live together...yn norris 2025. I'VE CONNECTED THE DOTS

↳ ynlover04 you didn't connect shit

↳ landoyntruther i've connected them.

charlesxalex ok but it could also be charles and alex?

↳ formulafrench mr. date the friend group? yeah and im michael schumacher 🙂‍↕️

george63russell george and carmen engagement era??? OMG

↳ tposeoclock i meaaan they have been together for over three years and look pretty happy/stable...im not against this

↳ ynlandotruther stop saying plausible things. SHUSH

↳ george63russell 🙁🔇

alexisalbon ok but of this was alex and lily i would geek out 😭😭😭

↳ tungtungalbon this would require alex actually get off tiktok long enough to plan an engagement so nope

ynlandotruther i am standing by my suspicions. see y'all when i am laughing in your faces since im so right

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a month later..

lando and ynlaughs

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lando and ynlaughs 06.04.25 marks the most special day of my life. the absolute love of my life said yes to marrying me. @ynlaughs ➡️ @ynnorris coming soon

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ynlaughs what am i just gonna stop laughing once we get married?? 🙁🙁

↳ ynlover04 tsk tsk tsk @lando answer for your crimes

↳ lando i'm never catching a break am i...

↳ georgerussell63 nah she's yours forever now, mate

carlossainz55 i remember when he called me the love of his life...jajaja 🥲🥲🥲🥲

ynlaughs more like @lando ➡️ @landolaughs 😏

↳ lando anything to make you happy babe 🫩

charles_leclerc Congratulations ❤️

ynlover04 the crazy bastard was right..

↳ ynlandotruther I KNEW ITTTT 😭 you tried to call me crazy but i was RIGHT. 🤭🤭🤭

mclaren papya themed wedding in the works 😍🧡

↳ ynlaughs ENOUGH.

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takenbypeter · 2 months ago

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Delivery For Bob

Bob Reynolds x fem!reader

Word Count: 1163

“Okay, so maybe if we come in from this side. Then John can go around from the other angle.” Yelena suggested to the other shoulder length haired man.

Her and Bucky were in the Watchtower currently working on a strategy for an upcoming mission. The others were scattered about elsewhere doing their own things, while Bob? He was keeping himself busy by reading a new book on his usual chair nearby.

“I mean that could work but I really think Ava would be best here. Then we can use her there,” Bucky’s metal arm reached across, landing on the screen.

“Yeah I guess that makes sense. But I think Ava would be best here, no?” She pointed to another area and just as the blonde’s finger was about to touch the device the elevator door glided open.

The pair's eyes left the blueprint and turned all their attention to…well you. There you stood in the elevator doorway peeking at the two with your eyebrows furrowed.

“I have a food delivery here,” you held a shake in one hand and then a bag in the other.

“Who is this? Who authorized this person to come up here?” Yelena asked, turning behind her and that’s when Bob, who wasn’t paying attention before, suddenly scrambled out of his position, practically tumbling towards your direction. “That’s for me! That’s mine!” He came to a stop right in front of you, straightening up a bit as he did.

Wearing a little smile and tilting his head to the side, he breathed out, “hi.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the man you’ve seen multiple times over the last few weeks. “Hi,” you replied, and when it looked like he wasn’t going to reach for his food you held it out in front of you, “order for Bob,” you said. A surprised “oh,” left his mouth and his gaze shifted to the meal, almost as if he just remembered why you were there in the first place. Using his full upper body, he bent at the hips, reaching out to grab his items. “Oh wait right there, I’ll get your tip.”

You stood there patiently as he ran off. Feeling a bit awkward you glanced to the side at the other two who were still looking at you. Upon making eye contact you pressed your lips together and offered them a courteous smile, which Yelena reciprocated, her own smile seeming a bit more enthusiastic.

Bob returned quickly handing you a few rolled up bills. You glanced down, “this is too much, are you sure?”

He shrugged, the smile never leaving his face. “You always get my order right and here on time and you’re always so nice.” Yelena smirked at Bucky who just raised his brows before she turned back around to continue viewing the odd pairing.

“Well that’s part of the job, but thank you,” you let out a single chuckle as you started heading back towards the elevator.

“You do it really well,” he confirmed, after you pushed the button and the door began to slide shut.

“Goodbye Bob,” you send him one last look, as the doors completely shut, leaving Bob swaying side to side with an awed expression on his face.

With a little content sigh he started spinning back around but met Yelena’s smirking expression halfway through the action.

Catching sight of her and then Bucky, the brunette cleared his throat and wiped the grin off before heading back to his chair.

Yelena took a few steps towards him, expression unchanging.

“Yelena?” She raised up her hand waving off Bucky who just shook his head and let out an annoyed grunt.

“Bob. Who was that?”

“Delivery,” he answered, glancing up at Yelena from his chair.

“Right. No I got that but who was that?”

“Food delivery girl.”

Yelena remained quiet, her face being the only thing prompting him to continue. “She’s just been coming by lately whenever I order food.��

“You have been ordering a lot lately. Is she why?”

Bob lifts his head a bit shutting his eyes as he shook his head a few times before then tilting his head and shrugging.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d think you’d have a crush.”

“Crush. Who has crush? Lena you have crush?”

The blonde rolled her eyes at the man who suddenly appeared from another doorway. “No, not me Alexei. Bob.”

Alexei’s jaw dropped a bit before a wide smile erupted, “Bob! You need help with lady? I can help you! You are sensitive guy and the ladies love that, but something you need is confidence. Next time you see pretty lady, walk up and say, ‘I’m Sentry,’ show some of your moves then say, ‘let me take you out!’”

“Who’s he taking out?” Came John Walker, entering the room. He was battered and dirty having just arrived from a mission.

“No one.”

“The food delivery app lady!” Alexei answered for the brunette.

“Can we stop talking about this please,” Bob asked, his voice a bit small.

“Aww Bobby old boy has a crush, my teeth are getting cavities from just thinking about it.” Bob shot Walker a look before Walker added, “what’s she look like? She pretty?”

“Ooh yes! Show me the pretty lady,” Alexei shouted.

“I don’t have a picture of her and if I did that would be weird!”

“Eh not so weird, next time just snap a quick pic, take one second,” Alexei suggested before turning to Bucky who had his back to the group, “Bucky! You see her. What you think?”

Bucky sighed, eyes finally leaving the upcoming mission plans alone, “I think…we should let Bob do this however he wants.”

“Thank you!” Bob shouts glad someone is staying out of this.

“I want to see pretty lady.”

“Well you can’t Alexei, cause she’s gone. Now please Yelena can we get back to this.”

Yelena raises her hands in defense and starts to walk back to the screen but as she does so, a ding can be heard garnering everyone's attention as the elevator doors slide open again.

Out stepped you as you cautiously looked around at the faces you’ve only seen in the news before. Typically whenever you delivered a meal it was just Bob there, (that was until this afternoon of course).

“Sorry, I have a delivery for Ava Starr.”

Ava suddenly stepped out from the side, where she’s been for who knows how long reaching out with a mannerly smile on her lips. “That’s me. Thank you and keep the tip.”

You thank her before taking one last glance around the room eventually locking eyes with Bob, who you offer a small grin to before fully turning around and leaving.

The room stayed silent as the elevator closed and it started to descend.

Alexei broke the still gushing, “oh Bob, she is beautiful lady.”

Bob just groaned in response, throwing his head back against the chair, knowing he’d never hear the end of this.

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buckysleftbicep · 1 month ago

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for better or for worse (3) 𐙚 b.b

pairing: new avenger!bucky barnes x fem!reader (fake marriage au)

warnings: nsfw, 18+, minors, dni, slow burn (sorta), sexual tension, one bed trope, bucky lowkey manhandling you, possessiveness, angst, voyeurism (things happening in an elevator)

summary: you and bucky are forced to play newlyweds at a luxury honeymoon resort. he’s controlling, you’re reckless, and now you’re sharing a bed. the problem? it’s getting harder to play pretend. and you’re not sure either of you will survive what comes next.

word count: 3.5k

author's note: yay to chapter 3! i hope this series has been good so far, please drop a comment or a reblog if you enjoyed it! lots of love for you guys and please stay safe out there!

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The bathroom was cloaked in steam and rose-scented humidity, mirrors fogged around the edges as you tapped at your comms device.

“I swear to god, Lena, if he tells me to ‘stay close’ one more time—”

Yelena’s voice crackled to life, “Let me guess. He held your hand crossing the lobby? Put floaties on you for the pool?”

You snorted, pacing barefoot across the heated marble tiles. “He’s infuriating, it’s like he needs to babysit me. He is either hovering or micromanaging, like I haven’t survived six ops without him breathing down my neck.”

A beat of silence, then the wry twist of a smirk in Yelena’s voice. “Maybe he just wants to make sure you come back. Preferably with all limbs attached, preferably…you know, clothed.”

You stopped, frowning at your reflection through the fogged glass. “I’m serious.”

“So am I,” she said, far too innocently. “And if you ask me, the hovering means he cares, you know in his emotionally constipated way.”

Before you could argue, another voice broke through—deeper, rumbling, warm and a thick russian accent.

“Barnes just caring for you, little starfish.”

You blinked. “I—I don’t need him to.”

“Nyet,” Alexei replied. “But maybe you want him to.”

Your mouth opened, then closed. Heat surged up your neck as you quickly muted the comm, the silence that followed thick with everything you didn’t want to think about.

You stared at yourself for a moment longer, then reached for the dress.

It was a crimson red, Yelena had picked it out for you, it was the kind of red that made men pray and women curse.The silk clung like a second skin, liquid and shining, wrapping around your hips and hugging the swell of your thighs with lethal precision.

The neckline dipped recklessly low, teasing the curve of your breasts with every breath you took. The straps were thin and delicate, threatening to fall if you so much as tilted the wrong way.

And paired with the stilettos that Ava had convinced you would complete the look, you looked like temptation incarnate. Every inch of you was deliberate. Calculated and weaponised.

The bathroom door creaked open.

He was standing by the window, half-turned away, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt.

You stopped.

The brunette was in a tailored button-down, the dark fabric clinging to his chest and shoulders like sin, sleeves rolled up just far enough to bare his forearm—thick and corded with muscle, veins rising beneath the skin in clean, practiced lines.

The shirt was tucked into black slacks that fit just a little too well, the cut precise, hugging his hips and thighs like they were custom-made for the mission of destroying your focus.

His hair was pushed back, strands falling just slightly out of place. The low golden light brushed along the sharp line of his jaw, catching on the dusting of stubble.

He looked carved from something old. Dangerous.

Then he turned and saw you.

The shift in his face was subtle, but devastating.

His eyes dragged over you slowly, like he was trying to memorise every curve, every exposed inch. They dropped to the hem of your dress, crawled back up to the neckline, and then higher, locking on your face with such intensity you swore you almost forgot how to breathe.

He didn’t say anything, he didn’t have to. His jaw ticked and his hands flexed once at his sides.

For a long, aching beat, you both just stared at each other.

He was looking at you like he hated you. God, he was looking at you like he wanted to fuck you against the nearest surface.

“You ready?” he asked, finally, his voice hoarse, rougher than it had been a moment ago.

You nodded, trying not to let your gaze linger too long on the way his shirt clung to his chest.

His eyes dipped again, just for a second. They lingered at your chest, flicked down your legs, then snapped back to your mouth.

Your lips curled. “Try not to pop a vein.”

His brow lifted, unimpressed, but there was a glint there. Dark. Hungry. He stepped closer, brushing past you as he reached for the door.

“Try not to get killed tonight, sweetheart.”

You opened your mouth, probably to tell him to go to hell, but Ava’s voice broke in over comms before you could.

“ I heard Raskovic’s men will be there, armed and probably wired. Keep it clean guys.”

Your eyes didn’t leave Bucky’s.

“Got it. Thanks, Ava,” you replied, voice tight.

He held the door open, you walked through it, letting your shoulder brush his chest on the way out.

You didn’t look back.

But you felt the weight of his eyes burning into your spine the whole way down the hallway.

The walk down to the resort’s private club took less than five minutes, but it felt like descending into another world.

The air shifted as you passed through velvet-draped corridors and followed the curve of marble staircases carved into the side of the estate.

Dim lighting bathed the stone in soft amber, each step echoing faintly beneath your heels as Bucky walked beside you in silence, his shoulder brushing yours every few paces, intentional or not, you couldn’t tell.

Nestled on the lower level, built directly into the cliffside, the club revealed itself behind a pair of mirrored double doors and arched golden trim. It wasn’t flashy, not in the way lesser venues tried to be.

No, this place oozed old money, the kind of place where every detail whispered power instead of shouting it. Champagne-colored lighting glinted softly off crystal decanters and dark velvet walls.

The scent of pine, aged whiskey, and something spiced, cigar smoke, maybe hung in the air. It was gorgeous, and every part of it screamed exclusive.

When you and Bucky stepped inside, you didn’t need to announce yourselves, the staff knew exactly who you were supposed to be.

“Mr and Mrs Barnes,” the host greeted smoothly, his smile polished, professional. “Welcome. We hope your honeymoon’s been memorable.”

You gave him a small, practiced smile, nothing showy. Just enough to charm. Bucky offered a silent nod, hands clasped casually behind his back like he hadn’t just spent the ride down brooding beside you in silence.

The host turned with a gesture, leading you into the heart of the space. Your heels tapped rhythmically against polished black stone, Bucky’s gait slow and deliberate at your side.

“(y/n)!” a voice called, light and champagne-bubbly over the music.

Layna drifted toward you, graceful as ever, her gown a wash of shimmery gold that hugged her figure like liquid wealth. Her smile was broad and curated, her cheeks perfectly blushed, every inch of her styled for the spotlight.

“You look incredible,” she said brightly, looping her arm through yours with practiced familiarity.

Behind her trailed Fred, tall and composed, eyes flicking toward Bucky with a respectful nod.

“James,” he said, reaching for a handshake. “The gentlemen’s lounge is just through the terrace. Cigars, vintage reserves, poker tables. Worth a visit.”

Bucky’s gaze shifted to you, a silent question in the glance. You smiled, letting your fingers trail lightly along his sleeve, not for show, but a subtle signal, something reassuring in its intimacy.

“Go on,” you said, keeping your voice low and playful. “I’ll grab a drink with Layna.”

His jaw tightened at that, not out of disapproval but out of something else. Reluctance, a hint of hesitation. He nodded once.

“Call me if you need anything.”

This time, you didn’t roll your eyes. You just let the smirk tug at your lips. “Always do, babe”

As Bucky followed Fred across the room toward the terrace lounge, you and Layna made your way to the bar. It was tucked beneath a curved alcove of smoked glass and carved wood, with backlit shelves of rare liquors glowing like gemstones.

You slid onto a plush velvet stool, legs crossing with ease, letting the hem of your dress slip up just an inch more.

You ordered something sharp, whiskey, no ice, and answered Layna’s questions with a perfect blend of giggles and detachment.

The honeymoon’s been “magical.” The views? “Incredible.” James? “Everything I wanted and then some.”

Every word was laced with just enough breathiness to be believable, every glance down at your glass is calculated to seem casual. And yet, underneath it all, your eyes kept scanning the room.

“I’ll be right back,” Layna said at last, giving your arm a light squeeze. “Forgot my shawl upstairs.”

You gave her a soft nod, swirling your drink.

And that was when you felt it.

The shift in the air. A quiet tension, like silk brushing against bare skin. You sensed him before you saw him, the press of someone standing just a little too close behind you, his gaze dragging across the bare skin of your shoulders like heat.

“Excuse me,” a voice said—low, smooth, perfectly cultured. “Are you alone?”

You turned slowly.

He looked like the kind of man sculptors tried to capture and never quite got right. Tall, lean, and dressed in a dark charcoal suit tailored to sin, the open collar of his black shirt revealed just enough to tease a hidden tattoo.

His features were sharp, aristocratic, eyes like polished silver, mouth curled into a smirk that didn’t quite meet the eyes. Clean-shaven. Too clean. Handsome in the kind of way that made your instincts flare with warning.

“Depends,” you replied, your lips curling. “Who’s asking?”

“Andrei,” he said, offering a hand. “A friend, if you want one.”

His palm was warm when you slide your fingers into his. Confident. Controlled. The grip of someone who didn’t flinch, didn’t fumble.

“(y/n),” you said smoothly, watching him. “You always open with lines that outdated?”

He chuckled. “Only when they work.”

You were about to volley something back when your earpiece buzzed softly.

John’s voice filtered in, low and clipped. “Did a background check. Name’s Andrei Petrov. Raskovic’s right hand. He’s the guy you need to get chummy with.”

And then, rougher, unmistakable—Bucky, “I’m coming.”

A pause. Then Yelena’s voice, calm and curt. “She’s got this, Barnes. Stay with Fred. Raskovic might show anytime, we need your eyes on the floor.”

And finally, Fred’s voice, somewhere distant: “Come on! Shots?”

Then silence.

Andrei leaned closer, voice brushing against the shell of your ear like smoke. “So... what’s a woman like you doing in a place like this?”

You tilted your head, sipping your drink. “Celebrating. First week of marriage.”

He hummed low. “To a man who lets you out of his sight? Foolish.”

You smiled slow, dragging your gaze across his jawline. “Maybe I’m the dangerous one.”

His laugh was rich, almost charming— the kind of laugh meant to distract. “Dance with me.”

You hesitated. Not long. Just enough.

Your eyes flicked to the terrace, but Bucky hadn’t reappeared.

“Why not?”

You let Andrei take your hand.

The dance floor was bathed in shadows and refracted light, the music heavy and primal, pulsing through your chest. Andrei pulled you close—his hand settling just low enough on your back to test the boundary.

His steps were fluid, confident. Like he knew how to lead people, how to make them follow. You let your body follow his rhythm, eyes half-lidded, breath controlled.

“Your husband...” he murmured against your ear, “does he know what you’re doing right now?”

“He trusts me,” you replied, cool and unbothered. “He knows I can handle myself.”

Andrei’s hand slid lower. Over the curve of your ass. Testing. Tasting your reaction.

You didn’t flinch. You leaned in closer.

“Does your boss trust you this much?”

His eyes flickered—a crack in the mask, just for a moment. Intrigued. Interested.

And then—

A guard appeared beside him. His expression was sharp. Words in russian, fast and clipped, and you understood every word.

Andrei’s smile vanished.

“Босс хочет тебя. Перестань возиться со шлюхой.” “The boss wants you. Stop fucking around with that whore.”

Just like that, Andrei dropped your hand and stepped back.

His tone changed instantly. “Until next time. Don’t wander too far.”

And then he was gone.

You exhaled, pulse still unsteady, breath coming slow and tight.

But Bucky was nowhere in sight.

The club noise faded as you moved deeper into the resort halls, heels echoing against polished stone. The cold quiet wrapped around you like static, but your heart hadn’t settled—not even close.

Andrei’s touch still lingered on your skin, ghosting along the curve of your back like smoke that wouldn’t lift.

You hadn’t gotten much before he was yanked away. But it had been something. Worth it in your books.

You pressed the elevator button with more force than necessary, jaw tight. The whiskey still buzzed faintly through your veins, but it was nothing compared to the slow-burning heat in your chest.

You weren’t sure if it was frustration or adrenaline.

There has been nothing from Bucky, no ping on the comms, no backup, no rough voice in your ear telling you to abort.

He’d stayed with Fred, stayed with the boys. He hadn’t come.

The elevator doors slid open.

You stepped inside, lips pursed, stabbing the button for your floor. The doors began to slide shut—

—and a gloved hand shot through the gap, forcing them open.

Bucky stepped inside like a storm on two legs.

He didn’t speak. Didn’t look at you.

Not at first. But you felt it.

The tension rolled off of him in waves. His jaw was clenched, his breath sharp. Hands curled into fists at his sides like he was holding something back.

“For fuck’s sake, (y/n),” he said suddenly, voice low and rough. “Why the hell would you do that?”

You blinked, adrenaline still pumping. “Do what?”

“Don’t play dumb.” His eyes cut to you, sharp and furious. “Dancing with him. Letting his hands all over you. You knew who he was—”

“I was trying to get information,” you shot back, stepping toward him. “It was working—”

His voice dropped. “And your plan was what? Fuck it out of him?”

The air crackled.

You stared at him, breath catching. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” he snarled. He stepped into your space, the force of him pinning you without even touching. “You think you’re subtle? You think I didn’t see the way he was looking at you? The way you let him—”

“I didn’t let him do anything,” you snapped. “That was the mission. That’s what we’re here for.”

“That’s not what that was,” he hissed. “And you fucking know it.”

The elevator kept climbing, but the floor might as well have dropped out from beneath you. The space shrank, every breath shallow, every movement taut.

And then—he snapped.

Bucky surged forward and grabbed you, spinning you and slamming your back against the mirrored wall with a thud that rattled the glass. Before you could curse him out, his mouth was on yours.

He kissed you like he’d waited all fucking night for permission—like he couldn’t hold it back another second. His tongue slid into your mouth, hot and demanding, his teeth grazing your lip just enough to sting. You moaned into him, hands flying to his chest, gripping his shirt as you arched against him.

One of his hands tangled in your hair, yanking just enough to make you gasp. The other slid down, over your ass, up under the hem of your dress, fingers digging into the bare curve of your thigh as he shoved your leg up and wrapped it around his waist.

You ground against him, breathless, desperate, needing more.

His thigh pressed between yours, firm and solid and right where you needed it.

You rocked against him.

“Every fucking time you argue with me,” he growled against your mouth, “all I want to do is pin you like this and shut you up.”

“Then shut me up,” you gasped, nails raking down his chest.

He did.

His mouth crushed yours again, more brutal this time. He sucked your bottom lip between his teeth, then slid lower, down your jaw, down your neck, biting at the soft space beneath your ear. You shuddered, fingers gripping his shoulders as his hands roamed.

He cupped your breast through the silk, thumb circling your nipple until it pebbled beneath the fabric. You cried out, hips rolling shamelessly against the bulge straining against his zipper.

“Fuck,” he muttered, breath ragged. “This dress—this fucking dress—”

His hand slipped beneath the fabric, fingers trailing over your bare skin, tracing the dip of your spine, the swell of your hip.

You felt him. Hard. Hot. Pressed tight against you.

You wanted to tear the rest of your dress off. You wanted to let him fuck you here, against the glass, in this box hurtling up the side of a mountain.

But then, he froze. Just like that.

Bucky tore himself away, staggering back like he’d just realized what he’d done.

“I can’t,” he rasped, eyes wide, chest heaving.

You stared at him.

Your dress was rumpled, your lip swollen, your thighs still trembling. “What?”

“I can’t,” he said again, softer. He dragged a hand through his hair, stepping back until his spine hit the wall. He looked fucking wrecked. Wild eyes. Flushed skin. Hands shaking.

“This isn’t real,” he murmured, eyes locked somewhere between your legs and your face. “None of this is. And if we let it feel real—”

His voice cracked.

You stepped forward, barely breathing. “Too late.”

The elevator dinged.

The doors opened, and the cold air hit you like a slap.

You pushed past him, jaw clenched, dress twisted high on your thighs. He reached for your wrist—but you pulled away.

“(y/n)—”

“I need air,” he muttered, staring past you like he was already somewhere else.

You stopped, just for a second. Just long enough to turn your head.

“Then breathe,” you said, voice cold. “But don’t expect me to wait while you figure it out.”

And then you left.

You didn’t look back.

Didn’t stop until the door to your suite slammed shut behind you, the echo vibrating through your bones.

You were a mess.

Frustrated, horny, and god, you were pissed, still aching where his hands had been, still tasting him on your tongue.

And so, so done pretending it didn’t mean anything.

Somewhere deeper in the resort, past security checkpoints and beyond velvet ropes no guest ever saw, the world shifted.

No more music, laughter or lights warm enough to be inviting.

Only polished stone, muted shadows, and the quiet hiss of air systems pushing filtered silence through the walls.

The lounge in the VIP wing wasn’t for entertainment, inside, two men stood beneath the dim amber glow of a hanging chandelier.

Cigar smoke laced the air, curling upward in thin spirals that twisted and vanished into the high, vaulted ceiling.

Everything smelled expensive, aged tobacco, rare liquor, gun oil faintly buried in the leather.

Andrei leaned against the wall, casual in appearance but sharp-eyed, one hand in his pocket, the other cradling a half-lit cigar, thumb flicking it slowly as his gaze stayed fixed on the mirrored panel across the room.

The panel looked like a decorative installation, with smoked glass inset into the wall, but it wasn’t. Behind it, a discreet camera feed displayed the club below in crisp, colourless detail.

The dance floor was mostly cleared now, the lights dimmed, only a few couples left swaying to the after-midnight tempo.

But Andrei wasn’t watching them. He was watching the absence.

“They’re good,” he said finally, voice rough and quiet. “Too good.”

Across from him, Raskovic moved with glacial ease, pouring vodka into a cut-crystal glass, the sound of the liquid unnervingly loud in the silence.

His hands were thick, callused, the kind of hands that had held power and destroyed it. Gold rings gleamed on every finger, the diamonds embedded in his pinky catching the overhead light.

He didn’t look at Andrei when he responded.

“You’re suspicious.”

Andrei took a long drag from the cigar. Exhaled slowly through his nose. “I’ve seen agents wear tighter covers. Pretend harder. But there’s something off. Their body language—”

“You think they’re not married?” Raskovic interrupted, still without looking.

“I think they’re not who they say they are.”

Now the Russian did look at him.

He turned, slowly, the crystal glass raised to his lips as his eyes locked onto Andrei’s. He sipped before setting the drink down with precision on the lacquered bar.

A pause stretched out between them like the moment between a trigger pull and the echo.

“Find out more,” he said at last, the words soft. Measured.

Then, in a voice like gravel dragged through ice, he added,

“Если они лгут, я прикажу заживо сдеру с них кожу." “I will have them skinned alive if they are liars.”

He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to.

The threat sat between them like a loaded weapon. Final and absolute.

Andrei nodded once, solemnly, then turned back to the feed. His eyes lingered on the last image before the camera cut, the red dress disappearing into the elevator, followed seconds later by a man in a black button-down who didn’t look like he was thinking clearly anymore.

Above them, somewhere in the dark belly of the resort, two agents had just crossed a line they couldn’t come back from.

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gojodickbig · 7 months ago

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car sex with bsf!satoru x f!reader.

conts: nsfw!!!

wc: 3k.

divider from @uzmacchiato !!

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI!!

if looks could kill,

that brunette dude you were just chatting with? yeah, he’d already be six feet under.

don’t get him wrong—satoru gojo isn’t the jealous type. seriously, he’s not. and he knows you’re not doing anything wrong; you’re just out here having fun. but watching you laugh at some guy’s jokes? that was enough to make his blood boil and his head spin like he might actually hurl.

and seriously, he knew for a fact that guy wasn’t that funny.

so why the hell were you laughing so much?

satoru knows that what he’s about to do now isn’t fair. not even close. because he’s just your best friend. he’s been your best friend for years now—the one who’s always had your back, the one who’s sat through your messy breakups, listened to your drunken venting, and never once let you down. you trust him with your life.

he’s your ride or die.

and god, you’re his.

and unfortunately for that guy, satoru gojo doesn’t share what’s his.

or well…what’s about to be his.

satoru moves through the crowd, his sharp eyes never leaving you. your smile was still a little too wide for his liking.

when he reaches you, your eyes settle on him, and your look softens.

his heart stopped for a second.

“oh! satoru,” you say, flashing him a smile, “this is—”

“sorry,” gojo cuts you off, his voice smooth, turning to the guy and flashing him one of his disarming grins. “i need to borrow her for a sec.”

you blink, surprised by the interruption, but before you can even protest, gojo’s hand is around your arm, guiding you away.

“we’re leaving,” he says firmly, his voice a little too low.

you stumble a bit to keep up with his pace. “wait, satoru, what’s going on? why—?”

he doesn’t say anything right away, pulling you through the crowd and outside into the cool night air. when you’re out of sight of the party, he finally slows down, but he doesn’t let go of your arm. stopping, he turns to face you.

“seriously, what was that?” you ask, your tone a little confused, but you have a pretty good idea of what’s going on.

he takes a deep breath, like he’s just been through a war. “he was getting way too close to you,” he mutters, his voice tight. “and you were—” he stops himself for a second, like he’s trying to control his frustration. “fuck—i just didn’t like it.”

you blink, thrown off by the sudden shift. “satoru, we were just talking. it wasn’t like that.”

gojo crosses his arms and gives you a pointed look, his mouth twisting into a frustrated but amused frown. “don’t play dumb. you were leaning in, hanging on his every word. i’ve never heard you laugh that much at my jokes.”

you open your mouth to protest, but before you can even speak, a small laugh escapes your lips.

“so that’s what it’s about?” you say, raising an eyebrow. “you’re jealous?” you sigh, taking a deep breath. “satoru, i wasn’t leaning into him. i don’t even like him. he’s just a friend from middle school. he recognized me and came to say hi. we were just catching up. i was laughing because he was telling me stories from back then, not because he’s some funny guy.”

gojo’s jaw tightens, his brows furrowing as he looks at you. then he lets out a low, frustrated “oh,” like the realization just hit him. “so you weren’t getting all googly-eyed over him?”

you shrug, suppressing a smile. “no, dumbass, i wasn’t.”

he runs a hand through his hair, clearly trying to keep his cool. “well, shit. i don’t know why it bugged me so much. guess i just don’t like seeing other guys around you. especially when you give them that look.”

you roll your eyes, unable to hold back the smile now. “i told you, i wasn’t giving him any look and he was just being friendly.”

he shrugs with a grin, trying to act cool. “yeah, well, i didn’t like it anyway.”

the walk to the car had been quiet, too quiet for you. when you two arrived at the car, he opened the passenger door and gestured for you to get in.

“get inside. please.”

sliding into the seat, you barely had time to register the sound of the door slamming before he rounded the car and climbed in beside you.

the car was dark, the faint glow of the streetlight outside illuminating his sharp features as he turned to you.

“i’m sorry, by the way. i didn’t want to ruin your night, you know. but fuck, you drive me fucking crazy. seeing you talking so close with that guy drove me mad.” he reached out, his hand sliding up your face and squeezing it gently. “do you even realize what you do to me? i’m so fucking tired of hiding it just because i don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

your breath hitched as his words sank in, your pulse pounding in your ears. “satoru—”

“shh,” he murmured, leaning in to brush his lips against your ear. “i’m talking now.”

his hand reached out, sliding down your thigh and pushing the hem of your dress higher. “tell me to stop, sweetheart. tell me to stop, and i will.”

“satoru—”

“tell me, baby. what do you want? want me to stop?” his hand slid higher, his fingers brushing against the damp fabric of your panties. he groaned softly, his breath hot against your skin.

“no—no, please don’t stop.”

and in that moment, satoru gojo lost his mind.

before you could process anything else, his lips were on yours. rough. hungry. demanding. his hand left your thigh to grip the back of your neck, tilting your head just enough to deepen the kiss. his tongue parted your lips with no hesitation, sliding against yours as if claiming every part of you in that moment.

the kiss was hot and dizzying, leaving you breathless as he devoured you like he’d been waiting for this forever. his teeth scraped against your lower lip, a low growl rumbling in his throat when he heard the soft whimper you couldn’t hold back.

he pulled back suddenly, his hand leaving your neck as he reached down to undo his belt with quick, practiced movements. the sound of the buckle clinking echoed in the tight space, followed by the low rasp of his zipper. he freed himself, his cock hard and throbbing, the sight making your mouth go dry.

“come here,” he ordered, his hands gripping your hips as he guided you onto his lap.

the cramped space made it awkward—your knees bumping against the console, your dress tangling even more up around your thighs. his hands slid under your thighs again, lifting you slightly to settle you over him. you gasped when his hand returned to your panties, his fingers teasing you one last time before pulling them aside.

“fuck, you’re soaked,” he murmured, his fingers sliding through your slick heat. “you were thinking about this too, weren’t you?”

“yes,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

“that’s what i thought,” he said, his grin cocky as he pressed his thumb against your clit, drawing a soft whimper from your lips. “fuck, look at you,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “so desperate for me. say it.”

“s-say what?”

“say you’re mine.”

“i’m yours,” you gasped, your hips bucking against his hand. “i’m yours, satoru. all yours. always.”

“damn right you are.”

you bucked against his hand faster, chasing the pleasure he was giving you, but he stopped suddenly, pulling his hand away entirely. you whined at the loss of contact, but he only smirked, guiding his cock to your entrance.

“take it slow, baby,” he murmured, his voice softer now but no less commanding. “i don’t want to hurt you.”

you bit your lip as you sank down onto him, the stretch making your breath hitch. his hands gripped your hips tightly, grounding you as you adjusted to the feeling.

his lips found yours again, this time slower but just as intense, as if he was savoring you now. the kiss deepened with every second. you clung to him, trying to adjust to his cock, feeling like you might melt into the seat if he didn’t hold you up.

“fuck,” you gasped, your head falling against his shoulder. “you’re so big—it feels so goooood.”

his chest rumbled with a groan, his grip on your hips tightening. “yeah? taking me so fucking well, baby.”

you tried to move, but the cramped space and his overwhelming size left you breathless. his hands slid down to your ass, lifting you slightly to guide you. he thrust up into you in sharp, deliberate strokes, hitting spots that had you crying out.

“fuck, satoru,” you whimpered, your nails digging into his shoulders. “you’re so deep. i can’t—”

“yes, you can,” he growled, his voice rough. “you’re made for me. just like that, baby. perfect fucking pussy—fuck.” he groaned.

your rhythm quickened, desperation driving your movements. the sound of your skin meeting his filled the small space, his low groans and your soft moans mingling in the dark.

“you’re close, aren’t you?” he asked, his thumb finding your clit again. “i can feel it. let go for me, baby girl. come on.”

your orgasm hit like a wave, your walls clenching around him as your body shook. the pleasure tore through you, leaving you gasping for air as your head dropped onto his shoulder.

“fuck,” he hissed, his pace faltering as he neared his own release. his voice was strained when he spoke again. “where do you want it, sweetheart? tell me.”

“inside,” you breathed, your voice trembling but certain. “want it inside. toru, please.”

“god, you’re gonna kill me,” he groaned, gripping your hips tightly as he buried himself deep. with one final thrust, he came, spilling into you as a guttural moan tore from both your lips and his. the heat of him filled you, the sensation making your already trembling body shiver.

for a few moments, the car was silent except for the sound of your ragged breathing. satoru’s hands slid up your back, holding you against his chest as he rested his forehead against your shoulder.

“i should’ve told you what i feel for you sooner if i’d known your pussy was this good…” he let out a breathy laugh, clearly pleased with himself.

you lifted your head, your hand swatting weakly at his shoulder. “you’re unbelievable,” you muttered, though the slight curve of your lips betrayed you.

“yeah? but now you’re stuck with me,” he smirked, tilting his head to capture your lips in a softer, slower kiss this time.

when he pulled back, his pale blue eyes locked onto yours, unguarded for once. “i mean it, though,” he said, voice softer now. “i should’ve told you how i feel sooner. you’ve always been it for me, you know?”

your chest tightened at his words, the raw sincerity in his tone making your heart race all over again. “well,” you murmured, brushing a strand of his hair back, “you’ve got me now, so don’t screw it up.”

satoru chuckled, the cocky grin returning to his face.

“trust me, sweetheart. i wasn’t planning on it.”

he leaned in, pressing one last kiss to your lips, and as his arms tightened around you, you knew you’d never want him to. “let’s go home now, yeah?”

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uluvjay · 10 months ago

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Big bad Wolf-M. Rempe

Matt Rempe x fem! Reader

In which Matt has a size kink!

Warnings?: Smut, kissing, choking, cursing, mentions of drinking, porn with a plot pretty much!, sorry for any errors and I hope you enjoy!

Day1 of my Kinktober special!

You gripped Matt’s larger hand in yours as you two walked into the bar, every corner filled with players and staff from the Rangers organization.

It was your and Matt’s first Halloween celebration with the team and the other wags had been telling you how exciting the weekend always was, how sometimes they didn’t even know how they made it home, how many babies had resulted from the weekend.

“This place is packed.” He dipped down to whisper in your ear.

You nodded in agreement, the bar was the usual go to for the players so it wasn’t your first time there but it was definitely your first time seeing it this busy.

“Hey! You kids made it.” Kris cheered as his eyes found the two of you, a wide smile taking over his face as he came closer.

You leaned into Matt’s touch as you felt one of his large arms come to rest over your shoulder, the weight of his arm heavy but comforting in such a loud and busy place.

“Yeah! Cant believe how full this place is.” Matt laughed.

“I told you kids we know how to throw a party.” Kris shrugged with a smile, “Can I get you two anything to drink?” He asked

“No we’re good for tonight, got a lot to do tomorrow.” Matt answered for you, the both of you agreeing to have a sober evening.

The brunette nodded before he was pulled away into another conversation, you turned in Matt’s hold his arm dropped but his hand quickly came to rest on the bottom of your back over the silky material of your dress.

“Wanna dance?” You asked.

“Hmm?” He questioned, brows furrowed as he leaned down a little closer.

“I asked if you wanted to go dance with me..” You replied this time speaking louder.

A smirk took over your boyfriend’s face at your words, he didn’t even reply as he closed his hand around yours and tugged you to the dance floor.

Matt would admit he wasn’t the best dancer and sometimes he looked a little awkward but he’d never miss the chance of having you pressed against him as you swayed back and forth to whatever song the club was playing.

The song playing was upbeat but sensual, you pressed your front to his back, his hands coming to rest on your waist as you started to move your hips against his groin.

Butterflies swarmed in your stomach at his heavy touch, looking down you admired the way his fingertips nearly met thanks to the length of them, how wide his hands looked sprawled over your stomach when he moved them to pull you closer to him.

Matt was a big man, there was no doubt about that and while sometimes it was a struggle dating someone so much taller, most times you loved it.

You two danced for a while, and by the time you pulled away you could feel Matt’s cock poking your back, his grip much stronger, while you were depending on his grip to keep you standing.

“I’m gonna get a drink.” You pulled away, flushed and didn’t wait for his reply before you booked it to the bar.

Making your way to the bar you spotted one of the other girlfriends, giving her a quick hug you two dived into a conversation.

“If your little red riding hood then I’m guessing Matt is the big bag wolf?” She smirked.

You blushed at her suggestive tone, it was no secret how much bigger Matt was then you, the way one of his hands swallowed yours, how he towered over you, how one hand was able to effortlessly wrap around your neck.

You didn’t get a chance to reply before a body was pressed against the back of yours, you jumped forward in surprise but the familiar smell of Matt’s cologne has you calming down.

You quickly leaned into his warmth as his hands came to rest on both sides of you, trapping you against the wooden bar.

You friend winked at you before scurrying away with a smirk on her face.

“You know I think this dress is a bit short little miss red.” He spoke in your ear, breath hot against your skin.

“Is that so?”

“Mhm” you could feel his lips twitch into a smirk as his lips were still close to your ear, the deepness of his voice sending heat rushing through your body.

“Maybe you should do something about it.” You shrugged.

“Oh should I?”

“Yup.” You smirked turning to face him, his deep eyes dropping to your chest, the sweetheart neckline enhancing your breasts even more,

The tension grew as his eyes locked with yours, his large hands coming to rest on your hips now, their grip firm as he pulled you into him.

“And what exactly is it that you think I should do about it?”

“I don’t know..” you trailed off, fingers tracing invisible patterns on his chest over his dark shirt, standing on your tippy toes before speaking up again.

“Maybe take me home.., rip it off, shove my face into the pillows.”

The groan he let out was almost animalistic, his grip tightening just a bit as he pulled you flush against him this time.

You could feel his chest move in and out as he dipped down, “you wanna know what I think I should do?”

“What?”

“I think I should take you home, push this slutty little dress up and fuck you stupid, watch as those pretty tears stream down your face, maybe wrap my hand around that little throat..” he spat, his voice dark as he expressed all the things he wanted to do to you.

You couldn’t help the small whimper that broke free at his words, the thought of being pinned under his massive body as he took care of you in ways no one else ever could had your cunt practically dripping.

“Take me home Matt, now.”

That was all the Canadian needed before his hand was in yours and he was rushing out the bar, ignoring the voices of his teammates as he pulled you along.

The car ride home was tense, his left hand gripping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles were white while the other drummed impatiently against the exposed skin of your thigh.

Finally reaching your shared apartment you both moved fast, getting to your apartment in record time Matt had you pinned against the door the second it was shut.

His lips were locked on yours in a hot kiss as he picked you up from the ground, your legs wrapping around his middle as his hands dropped to your ass.

You moaned against his lips as he took a handful through your spandex, the feeling shooting sparks to your cunt.

You held onto his neck as he began to walk through the apartment, lips parting as you made your way down his neck, sucking lightly below his ear earning you a deep sigh of pleasure.

Flicking on the bedroom light Matt threw you down on the large bed, watching amusingly as you bounced on the plush material.

You watched from your position as he stalked towards you, his eyes dark and face determined, like a predator hunting their prey.

He was quick to remove the heeled boots you wore before removing your little cape and hood he yanked you back down the bed by your ankles.

He groaned as he pulled your spandex and panties off in one go, revealing your dripping cunt, sitting wet and ready for him.

“Matt please.” You whined, bucking your hips in attempt for some sort of friction only for him to back away.

“Please what?” He smirked.

“Fuck me, please.”

He didn’t need to hear more before his hands were dropping to his belt, undoing the metal clasp before tugging his jeans and boxers down.

He watched in awe as you played with yourself while you waited, your small fingers not doing nearly as much as his large ones would but they were enough.

“Ready?” He asked softly as he pumped himself a few times.

“Yes please.” You begged again and who was he to keep you waiting?

Running his thick tip against your folds he slid inside your welcoming cunt slowly, both of you moaning in sync as he filled you up.

Your head dropped back at the burn, fingers still working your clit to keep the pleasure flowing until he had you filled to the brim.

He gave you a second to adjust before he began his thrusts, he wasn’t waiting anymore before snapping his hips roughly against yours.

Throwing one of your legs over his shoulders he watched as you took him effortlessly now, his cock coated in your juices as you moaned out incoherent babbles.

He loved the way your leg barely even touched his shoulder, how if he bent you just right way he could see the tip of his cock in your lower belly, and don’t get him started on seeing your throat covered by one of scarred hands.

“Fuck Matt!” You moaned, “S’ so big, fuck..”

“You’re doing so good for me baby, my good girl” he groaned, reaching up to pull down the top of your flimsy dress allowing your tits to spill free.

He adjusted the two of you a bit before he leaned forward, your knees tucked against you as he leaned down, his cock hitting an even deeper part of your body.

He drowned out your shriek with his lips, his hands moving to grope your breasts, his rough fingers pulling and pinching on the sensitive buds of your nipples.

He could feel you begging to clutch him tightly, a sign you were close he pulled your legs apart and moved so he was now on top of you.

His large body completely covering yours as he pinned you to the bed, the added weight and closeness of your body edging you further and further towards the edge.

You were struggling to keep your eyes open as the pleasure got more intense with each thrusts, the pleasure becoming so overwhelming.

Matt hissed as your nails scratched down his back, the stinging sensation only pushing him to keep going.

“I’m so close.” You whimpered, eyes opening for a second to catch a sight of Matt’s pleasured face, his eyes locked on your face as he read your expression.

“I know baby, go ahead and come for me.” He cooed, one of his hands moving to rub your clit.

Your entire body shook as you came around his cock, the tightness of your cunt bringing Matt to his climax with you.

He continued to fuck both of you through your highs, matched whimpers coming from both of you as he finally slid out and laid down next to you.

You both remained silent for a while, the only sound filling the air was the heavy panting coming from the both of you.

Finally Matt stood and walked towards your bathroom, returning a few seconds later with a warm wash cloth and towel.

He kneeled between your legs as he cleaned you as gentle as possible, cooing softly when you whined against the touch.

Once he got you cleaned up and exchanged your costume for one of his large shirts he got himself dressed before tucking you in while he went to get bottles of water.

Returning with two bottles in one hand and your favorite chips in the other he handed everything to you before climbing in next to you, pulling your warm body against his.

“Wanna watch Adventure time?” He asked as he turned the tv on.

“You just fucked me stupid and now we’re gonna watch cartoons?” You laughed.

“I mean..yeah, What’s wrong with Adventure time?”

“Nothing honey, I’ll watch whatever you’re feeling.” You smiled with a shake of your head, cuddling into his large chest as he pressed play.

#matt rempe #matt rempe imagine #matt rempe smut #matt rempe x reader #matt rempe x y/n #nhl #nhl fanfiction #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #nhl fluff #nhl smut #jays24kinktober

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maplesyrupsainz · 10 months ago

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˖⁺｡˚⋆˙one of the girls | DR3 ˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: daniel ricciardo x northern english!reader y/n (she/her)

genre: social media au

warnings: none just fluff, pretty short too

summary: in which your new boyfriend is adopted into your friendship group as if he was one of the girls

a/n: this is saur funnie to me & lbr it's me & my bffs only wish in life to go for pints with daniel & this request inspired me af

request!!!: hiiiii can i pls req daniel ricciardo x northern english!reader pleaseeeee kiss kiss kiss

my masterlist

fc: various brunette girls from pinterest

messages ->

instagram ->

yourusername posted a story

liked by danielricciardo, yourbff, and others

yourbff pints

friend1 pints

friend2 pints

danielricciardo pints?

yourusername YES PINTS

user1 PINTS!!!

user2 lol i love u y/n

user3 pints pints pints

yourusername

liked by danielricciardo, yourbff, and others

yourusername self explanatory really

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user4 funniest wag tbh

user5 i wish i could go on a night out with them omg

user6 same omg my dream

maxverstappen1 i wasnt invited?

yourusername are you one of the girls, max?

maxverstappen1 im a man?

yourusername see there's ur first problem

user7 LOL he absolutely has no idea what she's on about whatsoever

user8 daniel dating a british girl is my fav thing ever

user9 literally especially a northern girl and not jus a rich girl from london 😭😭

user10 fr im obsessed with her she dgaf

user11 she is so jarring

user12 u jus dont get her tbh

danielricciardo woo hoo

yourusername lol i am obsessed with you.

user13 HAHAHA what? she's so me

yourbff BEER CIRCLE BEER CIRCLE

friend2 it's a heart ❤️!

danielricciardo beer heart. where have you been y/bff/n

yourbff sorry i was busy drinking the beer not analysing what shape it was in.

twitter ->

instagram ->

yourbff

liked by yourusername, friend1, and others

yourbff beach day with the girls!!! and daniel

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user21 and daniel omg HAHA

user22 he's actually one of the girls omg i thought it was a joke...

landonorris my invite got lost?

yourusername YOU DONT DESERVE ONE

landonorris oh.

yourbff hahahahaha

danielricciardo sorry lando 🤐

user23 y/n & her one sided beef w lando is all of us

liked by yourbff

user24 oh to be in this friend group

user25 not the weirdest f1 related friend group

yourusername love my girls!!! and my daniel

liked by yourbff, danielricciardo

friend2 hahahah we love him too! thts our girl

friend1 FR!!!!! one of us one of us

danielricciardo omg i've never felt so welcome in my life... #newhome

yourbff honorary brit 🇬🇧

yourusername 🥹🥹🥹

messages ->

instagram ->

danielricciardo posted a story

liked by maxverstappen1, yourbff, and others

user26 the giiiirls

user27 you & the girls again!

maxverstappen1 miss you babe

danielricciardo 😂 see you in aus soon i hope

landonorris are any of them single 👀

danielricciardo not for you, no

landonorris boo 👎

user28 such a cute lil family

user29 cant tell if im more jealous of daniel, y/n, or her friends

yourusername posted a story

liked by danielricciardo, landonorris, and others

user30 stop it

user31 #1 wag forever and ever

user32 THIS IS TOO CUTE FOR A RANDOM THURSDAY MORNING

maxverstappen1 😍😍😍

liked by yourusername

user33 FREE USSS

user34 jealous

yourbff pints pints pints tonight?

yourusername obviously

twitter ->

instagram ->

danielricciardo

liked by yourusername, lewishamilton, and others

danielricciardo my home 🇦🇺 away from home 🇬🇧

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user40 no beers in the photo dump 😮

user41 let me guess ur on photographer duty

liked by danielricciardo

user42 the third pic ahhhh so cute

user43 oh to be ✨ them ✨

friend2 our fav aussie always!!!

danielricciardo im honoured truly

friend1 we never wanna leave

yourbff let's all live here woohoo

danielricciardo true. im down

yourusername YIPPPEEE

user44 ugh me when

landonorris i can make the next trip :)

danielricciardo oh where you going?

yourusername & who with? coz i know it isnt us

landonorris ...worth a try i guess

yourusername I LOVE YOU!!!

danielricciardo i love you my sweet girl

THE END 💙

#f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 smau #f1 fic #f1 x reader #smau #f1 imagine #daniel ricciardo #dr3 #dr3 smau #dr3 x yn #dr3 fluff #dr3 x reader #dr3 imagine #maddie's smau

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jehhskz · 18 days ago

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Celestial

pairing: angel!felix x fem!reader

genre: fast burn, fluffy, good vibes, smut (MDNI!)

wc: almost 17k

summary: "Felix, I told you a million times, stop messing around or one day you'll end up falling off the clouds!"

warnings: there's smut; a scene based on my beloved angel's last mission: love; i didn't research about tarot on purpose, all mentions are pure delulu

jé's note: this one goes to my european beautiful twin @jeonginsleftcheek 💕 ozzy, happy birthday, i hope your days are as bright as you make mine, thank you for our talks, laughs and delulus, you're a real gift for me; i wrote this one with lots of love, i hope you enjoy it, i love you a lot ❤️

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It was a beautiful and sunny day of June, summer had just begun and if you lived at Sunce Island you knew that was known as the most wonderful time of the year, almost as magical as christmas.

You were typing away on your laptop, sipping on your orange juice and soaking in that rare moment of calmness, listening to the soft clacks against the keys before the footsteps and laughter coming from the second floor became noticeable as they neared the stairs.

An excited group of college students passed you by, waving at you. Smiling back, you politely waved at them before getting back to work.

The beginning of summer also meant lots of new visitors at the island and luckily the Inn getting lots of new guests too, so you were working hard to make sure everyone would have the best time while staying there.

Focused on updating the Inn's social pages, you didn't notice the chubby little hand that tapped on the reception desk, tiny fingers reaching for the bell. You stopped typing and looked up just in time to see the woman who rushed and scooped the little boy up in her arms, before he could ring the bell for the third time.

“Lucca, what did I tell you before we got out of the car?” She looked the little one in the eyes, holding his hand.

“Not touching anything” He murmured, looking down and upset that his fun was ruined.

“Yes, we can't go around touching other people's stuff” She reaffirmed and the boy nodded, the mom let go of his hand and looked at you “I'm sorry, he just turned 2 and is going through that exploring phase” She explained, offering you a shy smile.

“Oh don’t worry, that’s okay” You smiled at them “You've got a pretty name, Lucca”

“Thank you” He shyly murmured, nuzzling in his mom's arms. You both laughed at his cuteness, making him feel even more shy.

During registering her family entry, a man walked in and while waiting by her side, he couldn’t help but eavesdrop on your chat.

After watching the family walk their way to the stairs, the brunette leaned closer, smirking charmly at you, his tone soft and low as he spoke.

“This could be us, you know?” He had a teasing spark in his eyes while he beckoned at the stairs, making you roll your eyes playfully, understanding what he meant when showing the couple who spent their honeymoon there and was back with their little one to celebrate their 5th anniversary.

“Would the kid have your curly hair?” You smirked.

“Of course… my hair and your pretty smile” He giggled, running a hand through the tousled curls, flirting back to try and conceal his flustering.

“Okay, good” You leaned back, pretending to think for a moment “...then I guess I'd like to have two” You said with a cheeky smile.

He nodded and you noticed his cheeks getting rosy despite his attempts to conceal it, looking away. You held back a laugh, it was quite endearing how a man like Chan could get all flushed so easily and you loved to push his buttons every time he came to stay there, which happened often.

“You and me, two kids and a dog” He chuckled, looking back at you.

“Sounds like a plan, baby” You nodded, grinning at him and holding your hand out for him to seal the deal.

“Yeah, but I think you're forgetting an important detail in this big plan of yours” He held your hand, interwinning your fingers and gently giving it a squeeze against his.

“Hmm, let me see…” You tapped your freshly red nails against the desk, glancing up as the words rolled out of your mouth “Friday night, homemade pasta, red wine…”

You glanced at him “Am I missing anything?”

“A red dress, maybe?” Chan's cheeks were red again, but he was also getting excited, picturing his night.

“Nuh nuh, this part will be a surprise” You winked at him.

~ ♡ ~

The clock hit 6 when you closed all the tabs on your computer “That's enough for today”

You organized the little notes scattered all over your desk, threw the strawberry lollipop's papers away, grabbed your keys and phone and applied some lipstick on before you were ready to go.

Silence, that was so rare on the island that was always so vibrant with people buzzing around, but there was this very moment that locals would refer to as the resting hours, when the only sound belonged to the sea, because all tourists were back into their rooms, getting some rest and ready for the upcoming events.

You smiled admiring the way the sky looked like a painting with the hues of orange and pink as the sun kissed the sea goodbye, the breeze was cool, refreshing, just perfect.

Letting out a content sigh, you sat down, bringing your knees to your chest and resting your chin over it, you closed your eyes just in time to miss the shining spot falling from the sky, straight to the sea.

A strangled yelp made your eyes flutter open, at first you didn't see anything but the waves that were getting high, so you thought you imagined it, until a hand was raised, then it went down and another was up, a mess of limbs coming up before the waves crashed, almost like swiping whoever it was away.

“What the…” You panicked. It was a person, you realized. Somebody was drowning and after a quick look around, you confirmed you were alone.

Alone and witnessing somebody drown.

The conclusion made a creep shiver run down your spine.

You didn't think, there was no time.

Acting up on pure instinct you stood up and ran into the water, losing a sandal on the way, you ignored the freezing sensation when you dove in, giving strong strokes until your hand reached the person's, you grabbed their wrist, holding tight as the waves kept coming, you pulled them to you and noticed it was a boy and he was unconscious because he simply let you turn his back to you and wrap your arm around his neck without panicking or react, which made you panic a lot, but that wasn't time for that, you had to take you both back to the shore.

Swimming back wasn't easy, the waves kept crashing relentlessly and you were struggling to not swallow the water, your heart was beating so fast it was almost as if it was trying to escape your body.

Gathering all your strength, you took a deep breath and gave strong strokes once again, reaching for the shore and letting his body roll, laying down in the sand.

You were panting as you laid beside him trying to catch your breath before leaning into your elbow and you coming closer, noticing he was breathing, you sighed in relief, touching your own heart, feeling how rapid it was beating. You took a good look at him, eyes roaming down his clothes.

He looked pretty and expensive in his all white outfit, his silk shirt had some shining silver details and his boots were silver too, probably a costume, you assumed and then your gaze shifted to his face, with his eyes still closed, you noticed his plush lips had a cute heart shape and his skin was kissed with little freckles.

“Where's your friends, uh?” You teased, poking his arm and looking back into the sea. There was no yacht in sight. Your lips twisted and you turned back to him “Bet they are all drunk too. Too drunk to even noticed you fell”

No response, just his chest rising up slowly, like he was peacefully sleeping.

He was probably a junior, you assumed. It was definitely his first time on the island, that much you knew. A face like his wasn't something you’d forget.

“What were you doing? It’s better not be those stupid tik tok dance challenges” You frowned “Don’t tell me I risked my life to save you because of this” You rolled your eyes, face contorting “Because if you did, I'll smack you when you regain consciousness”

Still no reaction.

You gently pushed away a wet strand of his hair that was on his face, chuckling quietly “This is so silly… I feel like Ariel” You thought for a moment, still holding the strand between your fingers “Should I sing you a song to wake you up?”

To Felix, your giggles were a faint sound as he slowly regained consciousness, his eyes were still closed when he turned his head to the opposite side slightly and started coughing non stop. The persistent cough startled you and you pulled your hand back, staring at him with widened and surprised eyes. The boy rolled to the side, the coughs finally coming to an end, his eyes fluttered open slowly and he blinked a few times, your figure slowly becoming clear to him.

The wet and completely disheveled hair contouring your face, the little droplets that rolled down so lazily on your glowing skin, the parted lips and surprised gaze…

It was the girl from the beach!

He recognized you right away and he got flushed, noticing you were even more pretty up and close. Felix's hand came to rest on your cheek, holding your face gently and making your brain short circuit for a moment.

“What happened? How did you end up here?” His voice was shaky and from his expression and pouty lips, you wouldn’t be surprised if he started crying right away. You pulled back, his hand lingered in the air as you gasped and stared at him murmuring a “Dude, what the hell?”

“I… I was supposed to protect you… I should have…” His little rambling was confusing to you, but you laughed nevertheless. Drunk people were so random, you were barely paying attention, until he mentioned something about you being so pretty.

You turned to face him again, a little shy, pushing a strand of your still damp hair behind your ear. Damn, the drunk boy was really pretty, maybe you should leave your number at the place he was staying, so he could meet you up after sobering up.

Yeah, you'd definitely be doing that.

Felix sat up, he touched the sand by his sides, fingers digging on the fluffiness, his mind not so fogged up anymore as he gazed at the waves, then at his hands covered in sand and finally back at you.

“You're not dead” His tone was more calm, you shook your head.

“Well, it was really close, but no, we're alive” You shook your head joking.

“Oh…” He nodded, you weren’t dead, okay, that was good, he was relieved. Felix gazed away, murmuring “I thought they picked us up”

“Oh no, I bet they were so drunk, they didn't even notice you fell” You shrugged, standing up, cringing at your soaked skirt covered with sand and clinging to your body “I saved your life, you own me now, blondie”

Felix struggled a little to stand up and you held his arm, helping him out. He felt the same annoyance as you because of his damp state, pouting and gazing down at his outfit.

“Alright, we must clean up. Tell me, where are you staying?” You watched him look up and point up to the sky.

“Up there”

“Ha, very funny. Does this pick up line actually work?”

He gazed at you with confusion, Felix had no idea what you meant. You sighed, it was getting late and you were getting hungry.

“For real, what place are you staying in?” You tried once more and he pointed up again.

“Ugh, who are you, an angel that fell from Heaven?” You mocked, looking away.

“Exactly!” Felix nodded and you gazed back at him in completely disbelief.

You stared at him from head to toe, he did look ethereal, angelic even and he probably heard that a lot too, so maybe that was why his foggy mind was confusing him. As some noises started becoming noticeable, you saw the people were coming back to party and soon the beach would be crowded again. You let out a sigh, looking at him.

“Okay blondie, I can't leave you here like this. You're coming with me and tomorrow we can go and try to find your friends”

You turned around, missing Felix's little smile before he came to stop by your side. It was a small walk back to the Inn, you put back on your sandals when you reached the promenade, chewing on your bottom lip while the gears worked inside your mind. All rooms in the Inn were occupied, you'd need to take him to your house. But being alone in your house with a random drunk stranger wasn't an option either.

You had to come up with a solution and it was when you were about to reach the gate, fingers grazing over the keys in your pocket, that you looked at the house just three gates away and had an idea.

~ ♡ ~

Felix's heart was buzzing as he watched you unlock the door. He followed you inside with sparkling eyes roaming all over the place, taking in every detail. The pastel blue walls adorned with your paintings and drawings, the shelf with your books collection, little flowers and the three green pots decorated with tiny strawberry drawings from your recent hobby: ceramic classes, the pictures with warm smiles and never ending blue skies behind. His lips tugged up in a soft smile, fingers hovering over a picture of you, sitting in a swing, during a spring day spent in the park, Felix didn't notice when you left, going for the guest’s room.

You rummaged through the dresser's drawers, picking a white t-shirt and a blue sweatpant, your face twisted when you fished out an underwear too. Your brother lived in another city, but loved coming to random visits so he would leave some clothes at your place just in case. You looked at the bed, went there and fluffed a pillow, smoothing the dark blue quilt lightly, before going after the drunk boy.

He was still absentmindedly looking at your stuff when you stood next him, gently touching his arm and handing out the clothes.

“The bathroom's just through that door. There's clean towels in the second drawer” You beckoned towards the hall and Felix nodded, holding the clothes against his chest.

“Thanks…” He trailed off, waiting to learn your name.

“Y/n” You told him, watching his face light up and he smiled.

“Thanks, y/n. I'm Felix”

“Alright, Felix, let’s go shower and change before we get a cold and…” You stopped talking when you noticed his grin getting wider, cheeks getting slightly rosy and then you realized what you said, mentally face palming yourself “Oh no, that’s not what I meant, you go up there and I go the other way”

Felix's lips turned down, but he didn’t say anything, simply watching you turn around and walk to the opposite side.

Shower together? Maybe another time, you couldn’t help the little smirk playing on your lips as you walked into your room, imagining how fun it would be to undress the cute blonde and wash his body with your favorite body wash: that one with the strawberry scent. Hmm, he would look so good, all wet and covered in lather, you could probably eat him!

Your intrusive thoughts made you giggle, while separating a pair of clean underwear and your black night dress. You stopped before laying it in your bed, fingers grazing over the silk fabric, your lips twisted, remembering it wouldn’t be something appropriate to wear while having a stranger in your house, so you brought it back to your wardrobe and picked the pink pajamas instead.

“Okay, that’s better” You smiled and then your gaze met your phone on the bedside table, picking the device up, you quickly typed a message to Jisung, before heading to shower.

Felix was amazed after opening the wrong drawer, a sparkling green and blue ball caught his attention, picking it, the citrus scent filled his nostrils and his eyes sparked with curiosity. He read the little note attached to it, with instructions on how to use it. His smile got wider and he wasted no time in getting rid of his soaked clothes. The blonde struggled a little to turn the water on and giggled like a child after throwing the ball inside, watching the water become blue and bubbly.

He hopped in, the bath tube was so full the water was splashing out, but it was also so warm and good, Felix barely noticed it, still giggling with the bubbles floating and popping in the air, playing and splashing more water around.

~ ♡ ~

You walked out of your room, fully dressed, with a pink towel wrapped in your hair and finishing applying lotion in your arms. Your eyes roamed around, no sight of Felix yet, so you walked to the couch and plopped down onto the lilac fluffiness, grabbing your phone and smiling at the notification.

Mystic boy 🔮: okay, i'll be there in 40 minutes ✌🏻

Mystic boy 🔮: i'm bringing pizza 🍕

Turning the TV on, zapping through the channels, the towel was gone long ago, and when another show started you realized that several minutes had passed and Felix was still in the bathroom.

“Hmm, what's that little gremlin up to now?” You murmured, deciding to get up and go check.

“Felix?” A knock on the door. No reply. Another knock and nothing. You gazed down, noticing the trail of water coming out from underneath.

That little gremlin definitely did something. You sighed, opening the door slowly just to find the blonde’s feet lazily resting on the edge of the bath tube, his head rested on the other end and his eyes closed, lips tugged in a little grin as if he was having the sweetest dream in his little slumber.

Your gaze trailed down to the wet floor, before coming up back to the boy.

“Felix!” You shouted and he jolted in surprise, body slipping backwards, his head got under the greenish and full of lather water, limbs flying all over while his hands tried to grab the edges so he could stand up.

His head emerged up, his hair dripping as he stood up, splashing more water out and your eyes widened up.

“Oh my God, what are you doing?” You didn't bother to cover your eyes, and obviously they instinctively roamed down, following the drops running down his chest and abs until…

And you felt a little disappointed noticing the lather wasn't letting you get the full view.

You noticed Felix's lips moving, he was giving you an explanation but you were too distracted to actually care.

The sound of the intercom pushed you back to earth, Jisung had arrived. You did a massage on your temples.

“Jisung’s here… hurry up, he brought pizza” You sighed out before walking out and closing the door, leaving Felix and his mess behind.

You made your way to the gate, barely seeing Jisung's face behind the pizza boxes he was holding, but his annoyance was very clear, by the way he spoke to you.

“Are you insane?” He handed out two boxes and you almost let them fall.

“Oh, hi Jisung. I'm great and you?” You kicked the gate closed and followed him inside your place.

Jisung ignored your sarcasm, eyes scanning all around, looking for the stranger. He went to the kitchen's counter and placed the pizzas there, turning to face you.

“I can't believe you broke our first and most important rule: don’t let strangers into our house!” He scolded you and it was impossible to hold back your little shudder. All those years you had known Jisung, that was the first time you saw him like this.

“Ji, let’s calm down, okay? Did you pay attention to my text?” You weren’t mocking him at all, you knew his concern was real, just like yours was too, when he brought a crazy tourist to spend the night and woke up the next day with a hickey, his house spotless and a note saying he didn’t need to thank her for the clean up. Later that day he found out the 100 bucks he was saving were gone.

“I told you, he was drunk… I saved him, the inn's full and…”

You noticed Jisung’s eyes widening and blinking, gazing over your shoulder, so you turned your head to check and your lips parted slightly.

“Okay, I'd let him in my place too…” The brunette sighed, flushed by Felix's beauty when the angel appeared fully clothed, with his hair damped, a shy smile and towel in hand.

“Boy, shut up!” You smacked Jisung’s arm, but he didn’t even flinch, still staring at the blonde.

“Uhh, hi!” Felix shyly waved at the boy.

“Damn!” Jisung grabbed your arm, clearly charmed by Felix’s deep voice.

“Jisung, behave! What the hell?” You hissed, pulling your arm back. Felix giggled, but his cheeks got a rosy shade.

“Excuse him, he just spent too much time under the sun…” You rolled your eyes, beckoning at the boxes “Now let's eat before they get cold”

The boys helped you set the table and Felix's stomach growled when you opened the box, the delicious aroma filling up the dining room.

“Hmm, this is amazing!” Felix's eyes sparked as he grabbed another piece and yours widened when you noticed he was piling up the pieces and giving them a huge bite.

“I'm curious, there's pizza in heaven?” Jisung asked him, gazing at the blonde with genuine curiosity. Unlike you, he believed Felix when the angel said he fell from the sky.

***

‘I could tell…’ He said earlier ‘Your aura shines differently’

You rolled your eyes, mystic boy clearly was affected by his new found boy crush.

‘Really, Jisung. You see auras now?’ You mocked, taking a bite.

Jisung gave you a long stare before he spoke ‘Yeah, yours is really grey, by the way’

Your mouth fell agap in offense and Felix giggled, you were about to snap at the brunette, but Felix said ‘He’s joking, your aura's pink and beautiful…’ He smiled at you and murmured ‘...just like you’ Which made you almost choke on the cheese.

***

“No, our food's different from yours” Felix shook his head, eating another big bite.

“And does it taste good?” Jisung asked again, taking a sip of his soda.

“I bet it tastes divine” You mocked, sipping on your juice.

“Oh for sure!” Felix nodded, grinning happily, not perceiving your tone.

After dinner they boys helped you to clean everything and you went to your room, to pick a pillow and some blankets for Jisung, who would sleep on the couch.

Once he was settled, you turned the lights off and just when you were passing by the half open door from the guest’s room, you heard Felix calling your name.

You slightly pushed the door open, peeking inside, seeing the blonde already tucked under the covers, he beckoned for you to come closer, smirking as he watched your small steps lead you towards him.

“You forgot to wish me goodnight” He whispered and even though the lights were dim, you could see his pretty features and the delicate contorn of his heart-lips pouting.

“What? I just said it before you came here” You tried to sound nonchalant, as if his cute pout didn't give you an urge to squeeze his pretty face.

“I want a goodnight kiss” He looked away and then shrugged, and your heart skipped a beat.

“You gotta be kidding me!” You were about to turn on your heels.

“Changbin always gives me one, before going to sleep” He casually said, turning to face you with those puppy eyes.

You crossed your arms in front of your chest, shaking your head, but Felix pouted again, closing his eyes like he was waiting. He wouldn’t give up easily, you realized.

“Okay, fine…” You murmured under your breath, leaning closer “But don’t push your lucky”

Felix smiled and pouted again, you closed your eyes as you gave his forehead a kiss, lips lingering just a little too long before pulling back.

“Night night, y/nnie…” He said cutely, which made you flushed, but you did your best to not let it show though.

“Goodnight, Felix” You walked away, watching him happily wave at you as you closed the door slowly.

You sighed. It was such an eventful day, you were happy to finally slide under the sheets, so tired that sleep met you right away.

~ ♡ ~

Next morning you woke up before the alarm went off, so you surely gave yourself those blissful 5 more minutes of sleep, before sadly leaving the bed. After going to the bathroom and changing into a pink sundress, you walked to the kitchen.

First thing you saw was Jisung leaned on the counter and Felix standing in front of him, upper body slightly curved forward, fists clenching and uniting. You stopped some steps away, hearing him groan, and your eyebrows narrowed, wondering what he was up to now.

The straw of Jisung’s chocolate milk escaped from his lips as he excitedly whispered wow wow wow, as if something magical was happening.

It wasn't.

Felix's face was getting red due to the effort, he groaned again, louder. Frustrated. He gave up and decided to sit back in front of his new friend, grabbing his milk and sipping on the chocolate sweetness.

“That's okay, buddy. Maybe you just need more time” Jisung gently patted his shoulder and Felix nodded, looking upset.

You walked to the fridge, grabbing the ingredients to make some pancakes. Jisung came behind you when you were putting the apron on, helping you to tie it around your waist.

“I'm afraid, but I'll ask anyway… what are you guys up to now?” You whispered to him.

“He can't get his wings out” He whispered back, glancing over his shoulder. Felix was gazing at the other side, head resting on his hand, appearing to be sad.

“Oh…” You simply said, cracking the eggs open, you still didn't fall for that ‘angel talk’, it was just your luck to have two silly boys in your place.

“Girl, I know you don’t believe it, but he's telling the truth” Jisung took the bowl from your hand and started whisking the mix.

“Ji, you do realize how insane it sounds, right?” You leaned against the counter, watching Felix grimace again, his fists clenching, he was trying whatever that was, again.

“Yeah, I know… but isn't it also exciting?” Jisung grinned with conspiracy “I never met an angel before”

“Well, it would honestly be concerning if you’d tell me that you did” You picked the bowl from him, poured it onto the pan and turned up the heat to the stove.

Jisung ignored your comment and kept his tone low “He was playing around, then he accidentally slipped and the last thing he knew was waking up and seeing you”

“Playing around?” You chuckled in disbelief, flipping the pancake “Is that what angels do? Damn, I used to think they had duties and stuff”

Jisung left the kitchen after murmuring something about going to pick his cards. You put the pancakes piled up on a plate, the vanilla scent adding to the cozy atmosphere in the kitchen. The sweet was covered with syrup and you grabbed a knife to cut some strawberries to add too.

You popped one into your mouth and noticed Felix's curious gaze at you.

“You want some?” You offered, showing him the fruit.

“Mhmm” He nodded, opening his mouth and waiting for you to feed him. As if this was the most casual thing ever.

What a cheeky gremlin. All the info you had ever heard about angels was they took care of people and all that, but not even 24 hours there and suddenly you were baby-sitting him.

“Don't get used to it” You scoffed, feeding him. You shivered in the moment his lips wrapped around your fingers too, wet and warm around your skin.

His eyes closed and he hummed again, the sound deep and obscene. You mentally face palmed yourself, for the way your body reacted, for the intrusive thoughts making you want to push your fingers and play with his tongue, for wondering how sweet his lips would taste.

The pop of him letting go brought you back to reality, he smirked at you with mischief, as if he knew exactly the effect he had. Weren’t angels supposed to be so pure?

“More” He pleaded with those puppy eyes.

“You can pick it, yourself” You pulled back, trying to act nonchalant and he giggled, picking one and taking a bite.

“Doesn't taste as good as when you fed me” He sighed, but picked another one to eat, anyway.

Jisung came back, wingling the little purple box in hand. You decided to eat breakfast before sitting down and using the cards. Felix watched it all intently, the way Jisung skill mixed them over and over, before laying it down like a huge fan.

The blonde concentrated as he was instructed, closed his eyes, took deep breaths and let his hand hover over the shining paper for a moment, when he finally picked three. His heart beated faster as Jisung turned them over, one by one, gasping quietly and looking surprised.

You looked over from behind Felix, trying to understand what those images meant, two of them were reversed and when Felix moved to fix their position, Jisung shook his head.

“They must stay like this, just like you chose” He explained, which made you and the blonde gulp in worry.

Jisung looked at the cards carefully, chewing on his lower lip and running his index finger on the images, contemplating, just like you saw him doing over and over again, on that little corner at the café, telling people they would meet their soulmate while walking by and watching the sunset on the beach. It was so simple, yet so romantic and delusional. No doubt that it worked all the time, not because of Jisung's impressing tarot reading skills, but because that was pretty much the experience of every tourist that was single when they stepped into the island.

“Okay… the reason you can't get your wings out is because you're stuck here” Jisung held his own hands, resting his elbows on the table.

Felix gazed at him with confusion, and you looked down at the cards.

“What? Like he has a mission or something?” You picked one, looking at it carefully, it had a drawing of a lonely leaf floating on water.

Jisung shook his head “No, not really. It doesn't say anything about it here”

“That's so random, read it again!”

“Y/n, you can't simply start all over just because you didn't like the answers you've got the first time” Jisung told you, looking back at Felix.

“Maybe you broke them? Does it hurt?”

“A little, here” Felix touched his back, where two little scars could be felt under his fingers. Every angel’s wings would be retracted there, but they could spring them free, when needed.

“And his friends can't come to like… rescue him or something?” You asked with genuine concern “Like… how do we send him back?” Jisung looked back on the cards, analysing the meanings.

“It says here they will, but not now…” Jisung pulled a new card, it had a little yellow bird caged “Oh, they aren’t allowed to come yet, because he needs to learn how to behave”

Jisung looked up at Felix, smirking “Who'd think angels could be naughty?”

Felix blushed, looking away and you giggled, he was cute when he got all shy like that.

“Alright so, we must plan our new schedule now” Jisung suggested, picking his phone and opening the calendar.

“Ohh, baby-sitting an angel, that definitely wasn't in my bingo card” You sighed.

~ ♡ ~

“So, Jisung will come pick you up to shop for some clothes later. This will be your phone, I saved mine and his numbers here…” You gave your old phone to Felix “...so if you need talk to us, all you have to do is click on our names and send us a text”

“Okay!” Felix grinned, admiring the device on his hands. You turned around, starting to type on your computer. After planning everything out, it was decided you'd bring Felix with you to the inn, since Jisung had readings all morning.

“That's like bringing your kid to work” You chuckled, murmuring to yourself. At least Felix was just sitting there, not causing any trouble.

Until your phone started buzzing over and over. You picked it up, checking the notifications: lots of texts, mostly random emojis sent from an unknown number.

You didn't need to open them to know it came from Felix, his giggles gave him away, but it was the picture you didn't even notice him snapping, that caught your attention.

It was his face, zoomed out in such a strange angle, half to the side, eyes and nose looking so big, he reminded you of a…

“Oh my God, what is it? You're looking like a frog!” You whined, staring down at the screen, zooming out the picture he sent you, that was also his icon on the chat app.

Felix chuckled, imitating the sound of the animal, and your eyes widened, freezing in surprise, but you couldn’t hold back a laugh.

“Nuh nuh, we gotta fix that” You turned to him, opening the camera and his expression changed when you snapped a new picture: a lazy smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, his eyes gazing down, some strands of his hair falling in front of his forehead and your stomach got filled with thousand butterflies going wild.

“Uhh, hiii. Excuse me!” You turned your head, seeing two girls standing in front of the desk.

“Good morning, how can I help you?” You said politely, offering them a smile.

“We've got a reservation under the name of Yildiz” One of them replied and you typed the name.

“Here, room orhideja. Upstairs, fifth door by the left, it's the lilac one” You picked the key with the little matching orchid keychain and handed it to her. That's when you noticed the way both girls were staring at Felix.

“Thanks!” They said together, smiling, but not to you, and actually for the blonde.

The one with pink hair styled in braids reached out for her suitcase, groaning and when Felix noticed her ‘struggle', he stood up.

“Would you like some help with that?” He offered, already coming out from behind the desk.

Obviously they said yes, nodding right away, exchanging glances. You rolled your eyes. Damn it, college girls could be so obnoxious.

“I'll be right back” Felix winked at you before turning to them, grabbing their suitcases and walking with them in hands, going for the stairs.

“Hunf…” You shrugged, avoiding watching him go.

You should have seen it coming, it was Felix and his perfect angelic face, of course he would cause a fuzz. That moment in reception was just a sneak peek of what you had to endure with all those girls trying to catch his attention somehow, until finally Jisung arrived, taking the boy with him like divorced parents looking after their kid.

Okay, the frog picture would stay.

Letting him stay in the inn wasn't an option anymore, you realized. Those girls wouldn’t give him a break, and even though you had lots of young guests full of hormones, it was still a family's place after all. And he was innocent, they would eat him alive. There wouldn’t be a single feather left in the end.

You couldn’t allow that. No, no. Plus, you had a spare room, it's not like you'd sleep together or anything, so there would be no problem. Just for a couple of days, soon their friends would come and life would be normal again, you'd pretend this was nothing but a crazy dream.

But reality wasn't as simple as you imagined it would be.

~ ♡ ~

Giggles, lots of them, loud and annoying as you followed them, letting the sound lead you to the backyard of the inn, to the pool area. Spotted.

Surrounded by a small group of girls was Felix, giggling with them, his slim but toned figure almost glowing under the sun, wearing that white yet so sinful tank top and denim shorts.

You groaned with annoyance, stepping closer enough to witness what was happening: a navy bottle in one hand, the other splashed out against the back of one of them, the girl peeking over her shoulder to gaze at him, holding her hair to the side. Your eyes followed his moves, hand roaming down her back, rubbing the white lotion.

“My turn next!” A girl exclaimed, raising her hand.

“Felix!” You crossed your arms in front of your body, lips pressing together and a foot tapping insistently on the ground.

The giggles died right away, turning into annoyed glances that you completely ignored as you watched him turn and grin widely at you.

“Y/nnie!” He greeted you with a surprise hug, earning a squeal from you.

“What are you doing here, uh?” You asked, pulling away from him and smoothing your crop top.

It had been a month since your life changed, saving a crazy drunk from drowning, just to learn he was an angel, which still sounded very insane to you from time to time. Nobody came after him, not even tried any contact. In the first week, every morning, without noticing you were peeking, Felix would stay in the backyard, trying to get his wings back. It was very cute, actually, the way his eyes would close, cheeks would turn rosy and his fists clench hard.

As the days went by, it seemed like he was getting used to life down here. Curious, he wanted to learn about everything, so at night, when he would offer to brush and braid your hair, you'd watch tv together and talk about your lives and experiences, it was fun to learn about the celestial world, Felix told you that unlike many others, he wasn't human before becoming one, so he had no previous memories like some of them.

That was the reason everything felt so new and exciting for him, why he was always giggling and with sparkling eyes as he would tell you what he and Jisung had been up to during their days.

Felix spent lots of time with Jisung, they clicked right away, which was great for you, because he would drive you insane most of the time, messing stuff around while trying to ‘help’, plus, it wasn't good to let him be in the inn either, especially without supervision, because scenes like this were highly like to happen. So you got him a video game to keep him distracted while Jisung was busy and it was working just fine.

“You weren’t there when I woke up, I wanted to see my jagodica…” His gaze roamed down the red fabric, and his arms wrapped around you again, holding you tight. Your heart skipped a beat because the nickname caught you off guard, and you couldn’t hold back your grin, especially after taking a little glimpse at the annoyed girls behind him.

You weren’t there when I woke up… Your arms wrapped around his neck, hugging him tight too.

Cute. He was so precious, he made it sound like you were in a special relationship without even realizing it, and you wouldn’t be crazy to say otherwise.

“Alright, enough of helping. You're being needed inside, now” You pulled back and held his hand. Felix smiled, looking at your fingers intertwined, and let you pull him along with you back inside.

“What do you need me to do?” He asked, sitting down beside you.

“Just…” You looked around, trying to find something to keep him busy, then you remembered the booking site “Click on the heart on people's comments and answer their questions”

“Okay!” He nodded, starting to like the comments. You smirked, resuming to work with Felix every once in a while asking you the info he needed to reply to the guests online.

Your fingers blindly tapped against the desk, seeking for your black coffee.

“Uuuugh, that’s awful” He groaned, face twisting as if he was in pain, holding your cup away.

“Silly, don’t you have coffee in heaven?” You grabbed the cup from his hand, chuckling and taking a sip “You guys are missing out”

He kept groaning how awful that was, body shaking as if he was trying to get the coffee out of his system. You chuckled again, standing up and leaving the little drama queen alone for a moment.

“Alright, angel. Try this” You held out the small and pink milk carton for him.

“What's it?” He picked it, inspecting the drawing of little strawberries with caution.

“Strawberry milk. Don't worry, you're gonna love it”

He nodded, but you could tell he was still a little suspicious, while trying it out. It changed right when the liquid hit his taste buds and his eyes popped up like a cartoon, humming and giving up a thumbs up in approval.

“This is amazing, we don’t have stuff like this up there” He looked at the carton again, rambling to himself “Maybe we could ask for them to come and pick some… is it possible to send stuff up there?”

You giggled, gently pinching his cheek “Silly little gremlin, you can't send it to the heaven like fedex”

“That's not fun” He pouted and sipped more, making you giggle again.

It was almost evening when a couple stopped by the desk, asking for recommendations of a nice place to go have dinner. You were still chatting with them, asking what their vibes were, when Felix chimed in.

“You should go to the Garden's bistrô” He typed something on his phone and then showed the screen for the couple.

“Ohh, it seems nice” The man said with a smile.

“Yeah, exactly what we are looking for” The woman agreed, smiling too.

You watched as he even suggested to them what they should choose from the menu. A smirk tugging in the corner of your mouth, you waited for them to leave before you playfully poked his side.

“Garden's bistrô? How come I didn’t know about this place?”

“I saw it on tik tok, it's trending on the best places to visit” He said with a proud smile.

You simply nodded and after being silent for some time, while you finished putting everything back in the right place, Felix spoke again.

“We should go there”

“Yeah, sure. We could go someday…” You said absentmindedly, writing down some notes.

“No! Let’s go now!” Felix gently shook your arm and you turned to face him.

“Please, y/nnie. You never spend time with me” He pouted.

“What do you mean? We always spend time together”

“Yeah, but only after work and always in your house. It’s not the same”

“You won't leave it, will you?”

“Of course not” He shook his head.

“Okay, fine…” You sighed out “Just gotta go shower first”

Felix grinned, hugging you and randomly giving your cheek a big smooch, chuckling after from your surprised gasp and flushed face.

“You're cute, jagodica”

~ ♡ ~

It wasn't a date, you kept repeating to yourself in the shower, and while applying your favorite lotion, then after changing your dress twice, choosing a red backless one and styling your hair down.

You stopped by the mirror and did your makeup, going an extra mile with that red lipstick, you smiled at your reflection and put on the little tub inside your purse, grabbing your phone and leaving your room.

Felix was waiting outside the house, looking effortlessly good in blue jeans, a white shirt and a denim matching jacket on top. His hair was a little tousled and his eyes sparked when he saw you, eyes roaming shameless down your figure, that side smirk appearing on his lips.

“Looking good”

“Thanks, you aren’t that bad either” You tried to sound a little nonchalant and he smiled, grabbing your hand.

“Let’s go!” He excitedly grabbed your hand and almost made you fall with the sudden pull for you to follow him.

It was a small run - walk - to the bistrô, accommodated between the buildings, like a hidden gem, the place was small, green and cozy. There were all types of flowers decorating the walls, and a beautiful view from the sea. Felix guided you to the table there.

After placing your orders, Felix saw the yellow tulips on the vase near your table and with a cheeky smirk, he plucked the flower without you realizing, being distracted admiring the love quotes delicately written on the wall. He gently tapped your shoulder and you covered your little gasp with your hand, admiring the tulip he gave to you.

“Are you crazy? You can't pluck the flowers” You whispered, giggling. Your heart swell with such cute gesture.

“Oh no?” He looked at you with panic, picking the tulip and trying and failing to put it back. Which made you giggle more.

“Stop it…” You picked it back, holding it close against your chest “It's mine now, here's another lesson for you, once a gift is given, you can't take it back”

He nodded, taking mental notes and then stared at you “Do you like it?”

“I love it!” You smiled at him with sincerity and he smiled back at you.

The sweet moment was interrupted by the waiter who came with your meals, and Felix chuckled watching you quickly hide the tulip, putting it on your lap, both sharing a cheeky glance, thanking him for the food and chuckling when he left.

Dinner was good, filled with chat and laughter. You didn't notice the time passing, chuckling with him once again, as the waiters started to pick everything up, in a subtle way to invite guests to leave.

You let him hold your hand on the way back, swinging them as you walked down the streets. The air was getting windy and some dark clouds hid the stars, so you hurried up to make it back before the rain would start.

Inside, you went to pick a vase to put your flower, while Felix stayed in the living room, glancing out of the window. A thunder made him shiver slightly, crossing his arms.

Oh, sleeping with storms outside really was something else. You thought, turning to the side and cuddling your pillow, you were almost drifting to dreamland, when your door opened.

Felix didn't even say anything, he just rushed under the duvet like a cat and you noticed he was trembling.

“Hey hey, what's wrong?” You instinctively touched his arm.

“The rain…” His whisper was barely audible because of the pouring rain, but you understood, opening your arms and letting him scoot closer to you.

“Shhh, it's okay… I'm here” You soothed him, fingers gently carding through his hair, his head resting against your chest, hearing your heartbeat.

“Can I stay here?” He whispered again, his tremblings were slowing down. You pondered for a moment, but when you gazed down and saw those puppy eyes staring at you, there was no way you could tell him no.

“Okay, but just because of the rain” You sighed out and he grinned, wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you flush towards him. Your heart skipped a beat.

“Thanks y/nnie…” He said with a cute voice and if he wasn't trembling a minute ago, you'd think he was faking this fear of rain to try and be sneaky.

“That's okay, just don’t make me regret it” You murmured, shifting and turning away from him, trying to act nonchalant as he was then spooning you. Felix shifted too, molding your body against his, face nuzzling on your hair, his voice muffled.

“Night night, y/nnie”

“Goodnight, Felix”

It wasn't raining in the morning and you woke up some time before your alarm went off. Stirring up, you felt trapped and then looked down, confirming your suspicions. Felix had a leg thrown over your thigh and one hand was casually resting against your breast. Your eyes widened and you tried to escape from his embrace, only to be squeezed.

You pushed his hand away, groaning “Hey, what do you think you're doing?”

“Y/n?” Damn, his voice sounded even deeper. He was sleepy, very sleepy as his hand came up once again.

“Hey hey, you can't do that!” You scolded him, holding his hand down and away from his target. Ignoring the tingle you felt in your core.

“Why not? It’s soft…” He rambled in his slumber “I like it” Felix chuckled softly at his confession.

You wouldn’t lie, it got you flushed, but you also wouldn’t give it away either.

“It's not proper, but we will have that talk when you are fully awake”

“Mhmmm”

“Now behave, or I'll kick you out of my bed” You threatened him.

“Mhmmm” He kept his leg over yours, but his hands were then resting in ‘safe places’.

That wasn't the only night you slept together, rainy nights were happening more often, it was quick and not too loud, but it was enough for Felix, who would wrap his arms around your body and make you fall on bed by his side, when you'd give his goodnight kiss.

And deep down, you were enjoying this more than you should.

~ ♡ ~

Felix learned his lesson and wasn't plucking flowers anymore, except for that day when you arrived back upset and he left a red rose on your bedside table for when you'd wake up the next day. Cutely lying it had already fallen when he got it, you knew it didn’t, but his gesture was so sweet, you just smiled and didn't say anything else. He smiled, looking down at the yellow tulips bouquet in his hands that he got after his visit to a little flower shop he found during his exploration of the island.

His smile faded when he walked in the inn. Standing there, lazily leaning against the desk, was a man, his hair tousled and curly, muscular arms full on display thanks to his black tank top. Felix's lips pressed together, watching the way you were giggling at something he said, and his whole body felt like burning when the man touched your hand.

Felix's body wasn't the only thing that felt like burning. The moment Chan held your hand and playfully intertwined your fingers, he jolted with a hiss, pulling his hand away instantly.

The blonde smirked, feeling proud. He didn’t get his wings back yet, but at least his powers were. And in the moment your confused gaze went from Chan's palm to Felix's smile, something inside you told you that it wasn't a coincidence.

“You should probably run some water on it” You told Chan, noticing how red it got.

“Yeah, guess I should do it now. Before it gets worse, talk to you later, y/n” He nodded, walking away slightly disappointed.

Felix approached you with a smirk, showing you the flowers. You picked them when he handed the bouquet to you.

“It was you, wasn't it?” You smelled the fresh scent of them.

“I've got no idea what you're talking about” He looked away, failing to sound nonchalant and you smirked.

“Yeah, just like that other day on the beach. That dude who randomly tripped and fell on his face” You giggled, remembering how your legs was the last thing the random guy saw before kissing the sand.

“Well, if he paid attention to where he's walking, stuff like this wouldn’t happen” He shrugged. And you found his jealousy adorable.

“Cute” You giggled again and Felix blushed slightly, looking away.

Felix invited you out to dinner that night, another new habit of his. He was loving to explore the island and consequently find new restaurants too, but that night in particular he wasn't hyped to try the delicious pasta, he actually wanted to hide the news that he almost burned the kitchen down, while trying to recreate a recipe he learned on tik tok.

Dinner was great, there was a violinist playing some romantic songs in the little cantina, and between the bites of pasta and sips of wine, you and Felix got tipsy very fast. You decided to walk back home, wearing his jacket, with his arm thrown over your shoulder and yours around his waist, you strolled slowly though the pebbles by the beach, admiring the small waves from a far.

“Well, today was fun” You commented, lifting your arms up and yawning.

Felix hummed in agreement, his fingers still running through your hair, while you sat on the floor, with him behind you on the couch, a random movie you both weren’t paying attention to was on TV.

“I'm going to bed now” You stood up, smoothing your pink nightdress, you yawned again. Felix chuckled, standing up too and playfully poking your nose.

“Cute sleepy, moranguinho”

“Uh?” You looked at him with heavy sleepy eyes.

“It means little strawberry” He chuckled once again and you groaned. Boy was spending too much time with tourists to your liking.

“Hm, okay. Goodnight” You gave him a quick peck on his cheek and turned on your heels, going to your room closely followed by him that even had the audacity to pull the duvet and lay down before you.

“What do you think you're doing?” You lied down too, but kept a distance from him.

“Going to sleep” He replied cheeky, grinning.

“Your room's over there” You beckoned and instead of getting up, he scooted closer.

“I know, but you aren’t there” Your heart fluttered and your gaze went down.

“Our agreement was only on rainy nights” You murmured, fluffing your pillow.

“A storm can start at any minute now” He said with conviction and you shook your head.

“No way, the sky was clear” You said and Felix just stared at you, as if he was waiting and some minutes after, you heard a thunder.

“You gotta be kidding me!” Your mouth fell agap in surprise “Did you do that?”

He chuckled, finding your surprise very endearing and shook his head.

“Maybe somebody up there's by my side” He pointed up, joking. Earlier the news warned about random climate changes to be expected.

You were still impressed, letting him pull you closer and hugging you, staring at you with a mischievous smile.

“What now?” You asked, staring back at him.

“A kiss” He whispered, pouting.

“You already got one” You tried to not giggle, covering his pout with your hand and Felix licked your palm, making you squeal and pull back.

“Hey!”

“But I came to sleep here, so that one doesn't count” He shrugged.

“Okay, fine” You rolled your eyes and leaned in, giving his cheek another small peck “Goodnight, Felix”

“Y/n…” His hand held the back of your neck, his touch was gentle, just to keep you in place before you pulled more away. Your heart was beating fast and your face was so close to his, you could count his freckles even under the dim light.

“Felix, what…” Your voice was barely audible.

“I want a kiss” He repeated, his tone more serious now, gaze traveling down to your lips before coming back up to meet your eyes “Like the one people were sharing at the restaurant”

Your heart flipped and you shivered, staring at him. All this time living the blonde, you got used to his playful personality and his casual flirting, but in that moment… It didn’t seem like he was joking.

“Why?” You asked softly, his hand still keeping you in place, but you knew you could pull away if you wanted to.

“Because Hyunjin told me that’s how people express their affection”

“Hyunjin? Who's him?” You raised an eyebrow, wondering if he was making friends you weren’t aware of on the island.

“He's the cupid, the angel of love” Felix explained.

Right, you forgot there were sections in Heaven, with angels belonging to groups and having assigned duties.

“Oh yeah, okay… hmm, but you know, there's lots of ways you can express your affec…” Your words got cut short when Felix decided to close the distance between you two, pressing his lips against yours. Softly. Hesitant, even. So delicate, you could barely feel his lips, just the jolt of electricity that ran down your whole body.

He pulled back just a little and you blinked a few times, standing still. His forehead rested against yours, his eyes still closed and heart racing when he whispered.

“Kiss me… now” And that's what you did, taking the lead, you were the one to close the barely existing gap between you, pressing your lips more firmly against his soft ones and the jolt felt stronger this time.

Felix gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him, tilting his head slightly, mirroring your actions. He parted his lips slightly and shivered when your tongue traced his bottom lip before diving inside. He didn’t even notice the thunder, having his own storm happening inside him, Felix never felt such a thing before. He let his tongue slide into your mouth, moving against yours, tasting you, exploring you while his hand that was on the back of your neck trailed down slowly, caressing your collarbone and you could feel his little smirk when his feather like touch reached your breast, giving it a little squeeze and earning a little gasp from you.

He liked that, the softness, how it felt on his hand, your little sound, how it made him feel a funny tingle down there.

He squeezed it again, and you gripped on his arm. Your lips were moving in sync, you were feeling tingles all over, and that's when you felt it too. When Felix pressed his body harder against yours, not only he got hard, he also was hopping lightly against your thigh and your eyes fluttered open when you noticed that, gently pushing him.

“Okay, enough” You whispered against his lips, a little breathless like him. Felix nodded, but instead of pulling away, he captured your lips again, kissing you like you did to him on the first time and you let him.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, the kiss was getting hungrier, and you rolled over, straddling him. The sound he let out was the most beautiful thing you ever heard and you bit down on his bottom lip, letting your soaked panties drag against his covered length.

Felix felt in heaven, which was a funny comparison, but no words could describe better the sensations he was feeling inside, overwhelming him, turning him into a whimpering mess under you. And the best part was that you didn't even start.

He let his hands roam over your sides, feeling you up before they went for your breasts again, fondling them, you moaned against his lips, leaving them to trail wet kisses on his neck. Hips rolling slowly against his, you barely moved and he groaned deeper, crying out your name over and over again as he came on his pants.

You pulled back, looking at his face, panting, shaking beneath you, with his rosy cheeks and hair falling on his forehead, lips slightly parted and the cutest clueless expression.

“Shhh, that’s okay… y/nnie got you!” You caressed his cheek and gave him a little peck. He looked so good, you wished you could just eat him up. So you kept moving, a little faster now, seeking your own high too, almost instinctively.

Felix's eyes rolled to the back of his head, groaning, that was too much, his hands went for your hips, holding you, letting you do whatever you were doing that was making you moan and look like a hot mess on top of him. Until your whole body was trembling and you collapsed on top of him.

“Y/nnie, are you okay?” He whispered, his tone soft but also concerned, touching your hair gently.

Your reply was a muffled ramble against his shoulder, Felix didn't understand much other than great but that was enough for him to relax. You shifted again, adjusting yourself still on top of him, letting your fingertips caress down his chest, while you calmed down.

Then reality kicked in and you suddenly lifted your head, staring at him and before you could say anything, he pulled you in for a kiss that made you melt into his arms. That kiss felt different, less desperate, more romantic, slow and sweet, just like his hands caressing your skin, still unsure, but curious, eager to learn you. And you'd gladly help him in his mission, sighing and arching against his palm as he took note of every little reaction he could get from you.

You knew you should stop, this was surely wrong for so many different reasons, but every word in that big list seemed to fade with every caress and every little kiss so carefully peppered on your neck, leaving just a blank space ready to be filled with your sweet moments together. The reasons why it was right. You were burning up for him, not just out of lust, but also the love you were tired of ignoring.

Felix was taught when you loved someone, the best way to express it was with actions, every kiss and touch was like a confession, like a promise, like a tattoo. Something precious, to be imprinted on your lover's soul and carried forever. Leaving traces of you was always a great option too, although Felix wasn't really sure how to do it. But he wanted to learn, he wanted to learn everything from you and with you. The pretty girl from the beach…

Countless were the nights he spent admiring you from afar, daydreaming of what life would look like, if he only had a chance. He was scared, when he fell, but that feeling was gone the moment he opened his eyes and saw you there. The angel thought he was dreaming, that was too good to be true.

Just like it was too good to finally be breathing in your sweet scent, while trailing soft kisses on your neck, lips gently grazing over the sensitive skin, tongue darting out to give an experimental lick, smirking when you shivered and doing it again, getting more deliberated. He took his time, following his instincts, slowly rolling you to lay on your back, his body hovering above yours, he sat down on his knees for a moment, letting you pull his t-shirt up.

You smirked, admiring his abs, mesmerized with the glow of the moonlight on his skin, fingertips reaching out, roaming all over, feeling him shiver under your touch. Who would have thought there was a gym in Heaven? You wanted to laugh, but held back, it wasn't the moment for that. Instead, you sat up, kissing his collarbone, shoulder and then his neck, each kiss lingered longer than the last, until you reached his jaw and went for his lips again.

Felix touched your shoulder, playing with the thin strap of your night dress, twirling it between his fingers while the kiss got deeper, until he pulled back just to lean in again, lips going for your neck, he found the sensitive spot right under your ear and nibbled there, when you moaned, tilting your head back, he let his tongue and teeth explore freely, while he pulled the night dress down.

He was doing it like you did to him, until his hand tugged on the delicate fabric and he made it lower even more down, exposing your breasts. His brain short circuited when you laid on your back again and his breath hitched, reaching out to touch and squeeze them.

Hovering over you again, with those big and needy eyes staring at you, thumbs teasing your nipples, you bit down your lower lip, knowing exactly what he wanted.

“Go ahead…” You sighed out, closing your eyes right before he leaned down, capturing a nipple and sucking a little too hard. You whimpered and he looked up at you.

“Baby, it feels good, but it’s also sensitive, so just be a little bit careful, okay?” You said gently, caressing his hair. Felix nodded, twirling his tongue around the bud before he started sucking again, his hand never stopping squeezing and teasing the other.

“Yeah, just like that!” You purred, panties getting more damped, and he was hard again, occasionally rubbing against your thigh.

He let it go with a pop and did the same with the other before his hands slowly pulled the silk all the way down, until he tossed it somewhere on the floor. His eyes got darker as he gazed down at your body and stopped at the dampness on the white lace.

“You've got soaked like me…” He said under his breath and you smiled. His innocence was so cute.

“I did, but it’s not the same as you, love” You smiled again at his confused expression, looking back at you.

“No?”

You shook your head, gently grabbing his wrist “No. This is arousal, it means I'm enjoying what you're doing…” You guided his hand to the fabric, letting his fingers run down your covered middle and your hips instinctively circled, seeking for friction. "Feel it?"

“It's wetting my fingers…” He breathed out, that side proud smirk appearing as he kept rubbing “You must be really enjoying it, then”

You purred and Felix pressed his thumb, watching closely how you shivered and moaned, he did it again, rubbing a little harder.

“I want to feel it better” He suddenly pushed the fabric to the side and stared mesmerized at your glistening folds, his voice was barely audible when he let out a breathless wow.

He let this finger run over your folds and looked at you, who nodded for him to keep going. Soaked fingers pushed in between and you sighed in pleasure again.

“Right here…” You put your hand on top of his again “That's where I'm the most sensitive. That’s where you need to focus”

“Like this?” He did little circles with his thumb and you withdrew your hand, purring again.

“Yeah, just like that”

He kept on, going slower and then faster, applying more pressure and trying different ways until your legs started to tremble lightly.

“Wanna kiss it…” He whispered, already lowering his body and your heart jumped.

“Oh my God, do it!” Your foggy mind didn't even think twice, watching him intently, you shivered when felt his soft lips pressed against your clit.

His soft kisses became little experimental licks, your taste was so inebriant for him that he was soon licking and sucking on it as if he was savoring his favorite meal.

“Oh Felix!” Your hand tugged on his silk hair and he groaned against your core. He held down your thighs when your legs tried to close, shaking beneath him.

“Not yet!” He groaned, remembering how you were shaking like this before you collapsed on top of him. And he wanted to taste you more. So he kept going, your loud moans sounding like a melody to him, grinding against the mattress, because his cock was so hard it was getting painful.

“Felix, please!” You cried out his name once again, feeling your orgasm wash over you like a tidal wave. Your whole body trembled and he was still there, lips wrapped over your clit as you came down your high.

“Did you like it?” He lifted his head, smiling at you with his lips and chin glowing with your essence.

“I loved it… you were… amazing” You were still a little shaky, pulling him back up to you. Felix smiled proudly, nuzzling his face on your neck, peppering kisses there.

“I loved it too…”

You chuckled lightly and gently pushed him to the side, making him lay on his back and straddling him.

“You're gonna love this, too” Your fingers hooked on the sides of his sweatpants and you slowly pulled it down his thighs, bringing his ruined boxers along with it. His hard and leaking cock slapped against his abs. Your mouth watered at the sight, you wanted it in your mouth, but that would have to wait for another time.

“So pretty…” You murmured and Felix blushed, watching you wrap your fingers around it, thumb smearing the precum down his length. He moaned and it was the most delicious sound you had ever heard.

“You're so cute, and I'm just starting” You giggled softly, stroking him, admiring his rosy cheeks and parted lips. You stroke some more, leaning down to kiss him, swallowing his moans, moving your hand faster and stopping suddenly, when you felt his desperation and knew he would come. He whined in protest.

“Shh, shh… don’t worry, love. I'll give you something much better…” You stood on your knees, lowering your hips until you could drag his cock against your folds, coaxing it with your arousal, both moaning.

“Much better…” You said in a sultry whisper, guiding him to your entrance. Your teeth sank down on your bottom lip as you aligned with him, lowering your hips slowly, his groan was so hot, you focused on that, ignoring the burning sensation as you made room for him.

“Y/n…” He held your hips, letting his hands roam over up and down your sides “I… I'm feeling it… again…”

“Yeah baby…”

“It’s too tight, I can't…” He whined again, closing his eyes. That feeling in his lower stomach was building up again and he knew he was about to explode.

“I know, I know… just hold it back, okay?” You stood still, adjusting to him and also letting him calm down a little, secretly loving the desperate written all over his pretty face.

“I'm gonna move now… hold it back, alright?” You told him, placing your hands on his chest. He opened his eyes, nodding.

You started, letting your walls slowly drag around his cock, setting a slow pace, softly moaning, Felix thought he was dreaming again, he let his hands run up and squeeze your breasts, reminding him that you were real, that was happening. He concentrated, doing his best to hold back, even when you picked up the pace, bouncing faster.

“Oh god…” He groaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

You slowed it down a little, grinding on him, you could tell you were about to come too, clenching more around him. You lowered down, kissing him, it was messy and desperate, the sound of skin slapping against skin becoming more evident as you were riding him fast, his hands came back to your hips, helping you move.

You came on his cock, nails digging on his chest, crying out his name while you clenched around him even tighter, over and over again. He came without warning too, whining and crying out your name, he even cursed as he was spilling his seed inside you, that kept riding him, until you both came down from your high.

You collapsed on top of him again, panting and satisfied, closing your eyes and just feeling his rapid heartbeat.

“That was… wow…” He was speechless, tracing idle patterns on your back. You chuckled softly, holding his free hand and Felix smiled at them together, how small and delicate yours was compared to his. He brought them to his lips, giving the back of your hand a little kiss.

The calmness didn't last long, it barely even lasted minutes, when his hand lowered down your back until he stopped at your butt, giving the flesh a little squeeze.

“Hey!” You lifted your head.

“Can we do it again?” He whispered in your ear, making you shiver.

“Yeah… we…” You started saying, when you noticed he was getting hard again and you giggled “Wait, you wanna do it now?”

“Mhmm, want more. Let's do some more” This time he rolled on top of you, and even though you were a little sensitive, you wouldn’t be crazy to tell him no.

~ ♡ ~

The annoying sound of the intercom woke Felix up and he groaned, holding you tighter against his body when you tried to sit up.

“Shhh, it's sunday. Stay here” He murmured, still sleepy.

“Gotta go check, might be important” You told him, gently starting to untangle yourself from him.

“I'm more important!” He protested, pouting and you giggled.

“You're, and that's why I'm going to check and will come right back to you. Okay?” You caressed his hair, brushing a strand away from his face. He nodded, letting go of you.

You swung off the bed, picking the t-shirt he was wearing last night and putting it on, also fishing for underwear and shorts in your drawer. You squealed when Felix leaned off the bed and reached out, slapping your butt when you bent to put it on.

He was still chuckling when you left the bedroom, going for the living room and checking on the little screen, you saw Jisung waiting there.

“Hey, what's up?” You greeted him after opening the gate and Jisung stared you up from head to toe before he passed you by and walked into your house.

“You're creeping me out, what happened?” You chuckled nervously, following him. Your heart came up to your throat as soon as you realized he was going to your bedroom, where a fully naked Felix was lazily lying in bed, like a cat.

“Wait, wait, wait!” You ran and stopped in front of him, blocking his way.

“Ha! I knew it!” Jisung squealed, raising his fist up.

“I don’t know what you're talking about” You shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant. He leaned closer, raising his hand and touching your hair. Your eyebrows furrowed and you pulled back slightly.

“Are you sure?” He opened his palm and you gasped. It was two little white feathers.

“So, how was it?” Jisung wiggled his eyebrows, looking at you and poking your sides “I bet it was heavenly!”

“Boy, shut up!” You shook your head and desperately grabbed his wrist to prevent him from getting there “Don’t go there, it's sacred you know?”

“Ohhh I know” He teased again, and you bit your tongue. You didn't mean it like that.

“Mind explaining to me why you are suddenly at my house on a sunday morning?”

“Well, last night while I was putting the box back on the shelf, a card flew out and landed on my face…” He finally changed his plans, walking to the couch and sitting down.

“Hmm…” You hummed for him to continue, sitting beside him.

He took it out of his pocket, handing the card to you. It was an image of a silhouette of a couple who appeared to be naked, kissing.

“Cute, but what's it with the little squares?” You giggled at the censor covering their intimate bits.

“It’s the passion” He pointed at the golden letters at the bottom. You read it, humming again.

“The passion? And you really want me to believe from all 100 cards, this is what you chose?”

“78 cards, actually. And I didn’t choose anything, it hit me” He shook his head, pulling his hair back and showing you a very faint bruise on his forehead “See?”

“Hunf, there's nothing here” You touched his forehead with your index finger.

“Because you seduced an angel”

“Hey, I didn’t seduce anyone. That was totally consensual!”

“That's not what the cosmos says” Jisung shrugged and you smacked his arm.

“Enough of this whole gossip from the cosmos. I thought you were supposed to help people with it”

“And I'm… that’s why I came here” Jisung rubbed the spot you hit, as if it was hard enough to hurt him anyway.

“Explain…” You whisked your hand in the air.

“So, apparently your little adventure messed up with the universe” He started explaining and you narrowed your brows.

“No way! You think the universe's mad at me or something now because I misaligned it?” You knew it, deep inside, you thought about it, for about 2 seconds, but the idea crossed your mind. But you tried not to worry much even after learning this news, you were in love, what was so wrong about that?

Jisung thought for a moment “Well, not exactly mad… but something clearly happened”

“Like what?” You gazed at him with curiosity.

“I don’t know… I tried to read it, but the cards kept messing up” He shrugged again and ran a hand through his hair “So I came here, maybe if Felix's there then they will say something?”

“Okay, get everything set, I'll go call him”

“Alright”

~ ♡ ~

“Come on, give us some answers” Jisung murmured, opening the fan of cards on the table once again.

You lost the count of which attempt that would be. Everytime Felix tried to draw a card, the wind would blow and fly them away.

“Maybe it's not necessarily a bad thing. Maybe they just don't want us to know” Felix said, watching the cards fly again.

“Yeah, if it was bad, they would probably be at my door right now” You chuckled, trying to soothe the mood and jolting when the intercom rang. The three of you stared at each other in shock.

You dragged your feet all to the screen, imagining how the celestial jail looked like. After taking a deep breath, you stared at the screen to be greeted by your neighbor waving at you.

You clicked the speaker “Lucy, hi!”

“Hey y/n, I was cooking lunch and accidentally made too much gnocchi. Would you like some?” She raised the pot she was holding.

“Yeah, I'd love it. Thank you” You smiled at her, and went out to pick the food.

The boys got excited when you came back with the pink pot in hands, quickly getting up and helping you to set the table. The cards were left scattered on the floor where they landed, all facing the ground, with the exception of one…

The cradle.

~ ♡ ~

“Hey girly, are you hungry?” You bent down, caressing behind Lucy's dog ear.

You were at your neighbor's house, looking after Laila, the maltese, while her owner went on a little trip to visit family in town. Laila shook her tail in excitement and you giggled.

Picking the spinach and chicken option, you opened it up and poured it down to Laila's pink bowl and the dog came trotting.

Since being there, you decided to do a little cleaning up in the house. Felix offered to help you, so you stayed in the living room while he went to the garage.

You heard a weird click sound when you were dusting off the shelfs. Looking around, it seemed like everything was the same. You didn't look up, but even if you did, you wouldn't notice the subtle crack appearing on two strings of Lucy's huge chandelier.

Still cleaning up, more clicks, so subtle, they went unnoticed. You kneeled down in front of the coffee table, the chandelier slightly swinging above your figure.

“Cute” You quietly chuckled, holding a small knick knack of a dog, you noticed Laila approaching and showed it to her.

“Look, it's you!”

Swinging more, the chandelier's sounds were clear now, creeping you out, making a shiver run down your spine. You looked up and gasped, no sound coming off from your mouth, eyes widening in panic.

The chandelier was plunging to you and Laila. You leaned forward, pushing the dog away with all your strength and embraced your body, closing your eyes and trying to protect yourself.

You felt a rush of air and suddenly everything went silent. Your heart was beating like crazy inside your chest, you whimpered, afraid of opening your eyes.

“It’s okay. You're safe, I'm here” Felix soothed you down. You lifted your head, opening your eyes slowly and gazing at him.

“Lixie?” Your voice was barely audible, he smiled at you, nodding and then you noticed.

Everything around was white, like you were inside a cocoon, and when you paid more attention, you realized the white and big feathers. Your lips were the first to start trembling, and then it was your whole body.

“Shh, shh… it's alright” He held you tight.

“It's true!” You tried to speak, still shaking “You really are an angel!”

“I told you so” He chuckled, but you were still in shock. You reached out, fingertips lightly grazing over the feathers and you pulled back, starting to cry.

“No, no, no. This can't happen” You clutched at his shirt, wetting the fabric with your tears “This means you'll leave, they will take you away from me”

“No, y/nnie… I'm not going anywhere, nobody's taking me away from you” He tried to calm you down, although he didn’t know for sure. All he knew was that he didn’t want to leave, he couldn’t be away from you.

“You… you promise me?” You hicupped, a tear rolling down your cheek.

“I promise” Felix whispered, wiping that tear away. You leaned against Felix's chest, closing your eyes and quietly crying.

Not much time had passed when you heard Laila barking like crazy and your heart almost escaped up to your throat.

“Y/n, Felix, what's happening?” You heard Lucy's voice and opened your eyes, feeling like your soul just came back into your body, when you noticed his wings were gone. Little shards of the chandelier all around you two.

Felix smiled when he saw you entering the bedroom, with your hair slightly wet and wearing a crimson nightdress. He put away the book he was reading, gently tapping on the mattress for you to get there. You crawled towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck, nuzzling your face there, inhaling his scent.

“Thank you for saving me, today…” Your voice was muffled against his skin and although your tone was as soft as the little kisses you were peppering there, he twitched in anticipation.

“You don’t need to thank me, baby” His voice was a little shaky already and you found that adorable.

“Ohhh, but I want to” You cooed, tongue darting out and licking right under his adam's apple.He shuddered and you giggled against his skin, lazily licking again, tugging on his t-shirt.

“Y/n…”

“Ohh I love how you say my name” You teased, pulling down just to pull the fabric up and out of your way. You straddled him, letting your red nails play along his chest and abs, while your lips kept giving his neck little love bites. You moaned quietly, feeling him twitch again, he was getting hard and ready for you.

“You're so hot…” You whispered against his skin, trailing kisses down his chest, playfully licking his nipple and he whined loudly, making you chuckle.

“Awwn, you're sensitive here” You teased, grazing your fingers over the other and giving that one another small lick. He whined again.

You lowered your body, lips never leaving his skin, teeth gently grazing over his abs while you hooked your fingers inside his pajama pants, bringing them down. You stared at his white boxers and almost drooled.

“Just relax and enjoy” You winked at him, lowering his underwear and gasping when his cock almost hit your face.

You wrapped your fingers around it, holding it by the base, that was where you started licking first, making your way up until you sucked on the head. Felix groaned, loudly, obscene and deliciously.

His hips bucked up when you started bobbing your head up and down, swallowing him more each time, he felt dizzy, like the room was spinning. You smirked, noticing he was gripping on the sheets, you grabbed his hand, bringing to your hair.

Felix held a handful of your hair and in the spur of the moment he pushed your head down, making you take him whole. You gagged on it, tears appearing in your eyes, and he got worried, of course, but also turned on, awfully turned on. Just like you.

“Oh baby, I'm so… sorry, I…” He tried to speak, it was hard, your mouth felt so soft and warm wrapped around him, his brain was short circuiting. At least his grip on your hair got a little loose.

You let him slip out of your mouth, stroking him slowly “It’s okay, love. I kinda liked it”

Your admission made him even more dizzy, wasting no time, you sucked on the tip, playing with it on your tongue while your hands fondled his balls.

“Are you gonna come?” You batted your eyelashes at him, voice sultry. He nodded, desperate, gripping tighter onto your hair.

“Good!” You smirked again, giving it a hard suck, before letting it slip out of your mouth again.

“Come on y/nnie's mouth, let me taste you” That line went straight to his core, he felt like he could pass out, your words, your lips, the way you pushed him almost whole into your mouth again. It was too much, he shuddered again, harder and you felt the white ropes sliding down your throat.

You hummed, satisfied, licking his length clean and sucking him slowly as he came down his high, just then you crawled back on top of him, the blonde panting and his cheeks rosy. You smiled, giving him a peck.

“Think I need to save you more often” He let out weakly and you chuckled, lying down on his chest.

~ ♡ ~

Summer was coming to an end, slowly the tourists were waving the island goodbye and much to your luck, you weren’t forced to kiss your lover goodbye too. Nobody came after Felix, even after that incident. In fact, he was praying they never would. He was happy on the island, happy to be living with you and life never felt so good.

“Babyyy, my tummy hurts” Felix dramatically whined, entering the kitchen, benting a little, hugging himself.

“Hmm, let me guess… you ate all the strawberries that were here?” You grabbed the little basket with just one strawberry and he nodded, pouting.

“Awn love, I told you to stop doing that” You chuckled, caressing his cheek, even though he ruined your baking plans, you couldn’t get mad at him when he looked at you so cutely like that.

Felix leaned closer and stole a kiss. “I won’t do it anymore” He murmured against your lips and you chuckled.

“You promise?”

“No” He chuckled with you, giving you another kiss.

“I knew it. Now, go find something to do, I need to bake another cake now and you distract me” You smacked his butt and walked to the fridge.

“But what if I already found what I wanna do?” He grabbed your hips when you bent, seeking for the ingredients. You shivered, feeling him pressing against you.

“Felix!” You hissed, but he knew you loved when he did that. You straightened up, turning to face him.

“I thought you weren’t feeling good?” You stared at him suspiciously, crossing your arms in front of your body. He came closer, kissing your neck.

“Just got better” He smirked, whispering against your skin.

“You little gremlin” You scoffed, letting him grab your hands and put your arms over his shoulders “I'm busy, you know?”

“Yeah, you've been busy a lot lately. It’s time for a break” He nibbled lightly on your neck, easily picking you up and sitting you on the kitchen's counter.

He spread your legs, setting in between, caressing your thighs in circle motions. Capturing your lips in a sweet kiss, he tasted like chocolate and strawberries. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you pulled him closer, melting into the kiss when he gently pulled your hair, tilting your head and deepening the kiss, sucking on your bottom lip.

“Mhmmm, seems like somebody was waiting for me?” He broke the kiss, teasing you when he felt the absence of underwear under that cute floral dress you were wearing.

“Surprise!” Your giggle got cut short when he caressed your middle, coaxing a moan from you.

“Such a sweet, jagodica. Never fails to amaze me…” He whispered, giving your earlobe a little bite. Fingers pushing between your folds, rubbing circles on your clit until you were aroused enough for him to slip his fingers inside you.

“Lixie…” You sighed, gripping on his arm, forehead resting on his shoulder.

“Hmm?” He hummed, pumping in and out fast, preparing you for him.

“Need you…” You lightly bit down on his shoulder.

“Need me?” He smirked, Felix loved hearing that, he wanted more “How so?”

“Inside”

“Oh, but what about my fingers?” He teased, pushing further “Isn't that enough?”

“Nuh nuh…” You shook your head, grip on his arm getting tighter and your free hand slid between you, palming him “Want your cock”

He twitched inside his pants, feeling strangled.

“Greedy little thing, aren’t we?” He withdrew his fingers and licked them clean, staring at you.

He let you unbutton his jeans, watching your fingers work quickly to pull it down, you smiled, seeing him tilt his head back, his adam's apple bobbing up with a sigh of relief when you freed his cock. Your lips trailed kisses on his jaw and neck, leaving a little love bite there, while stroking him.

You softly moaned, shivering when you felt the dress being pulled down, his hands fondling your breasts. He leaned down, licking on your collarbone, all the way down, sucking on a hickey right above your heart. Your fingers carded through his hair, playing with the strands, moaning when he started giving gentle and little love bites on the flesh.

He held his cock, bringing it to your core, rubbing the head against your slick, groaning, wanting to just dive in, but holding back.

“No teasing” You pleaded, tugging lightly at his hair.

“No teasing” Felix repeated, cheeky, shaking his head. But he kept doing just that, teasing your entrance, letting just the head in and pulling back, chuckling at your frustrated groan.

“Lixie!”

“Okay, okay. No teasing” He chuckled again before kissing you, swallowing your moan when he pushed all the way in with just one thrust.

You held onto him, occasionally kissing his neck and shoulder, while he pounded hard and fast into you. He held your hips, pulling you to the edge, slamming harder against you, getting your mind hazed.

Felix smirked, hearing your cries and rambles.

“Does it feel good, love?” He kissed that sensitive spot under your ear. “Do you like it when I fuck you like that?”

You whimpered, nodding “Mhmm… love it…” And he smirked, sucking on the sensitive skin.

“Mine” He admired the lilac mark appearing there, not resisting the urge to suck a new one a little under.

“All mine…” He emphasized his words with slow but deep thrusts.

“All yours… forever…” Your legs were getting shaky with your climax approaching.

“Gonna cum, Lixie… I'm gonna…” You cried out, starting to clench around him. His hand reached down between you, rubbing fast circles on your clit.

“Shh shh, Lixie got you, love… let it go, come all over my cock”

And you did, clenching hard around him, holding him tight and crying out his name while you saw stars. Felix groaned, keeping up the pace as he brought you down from your high, seeking his own. You were shaky and spent, letting him spill it all inside you, clenching again, milking him dry.

He embraced you, tracing idle patterns on your back, while you both calmed down.

“I love you” He kissed the top of your head and you looked up at him.

“I love you too, my angel” You leaned in, giving him a sweet kiss.

~ ♡ ~

Autumn was beginning, but the weather was still nice on the island, Felix clenched his fists on the sleeves of his blue coat, sighing. The sound of the beach was like a lullaby, putting him to sleep.

“Lixie, hey!” The full moon was already hanging bright in the sky, when a soft giggle woke him up.

“Alma? What are you doing here?” He stared at her with surprise, his heart skipping a beat. The little angel wasn't supposed to be down here. Did she fall too?

He sat up, opening his arms and letting her come into them. Felix picked her up, noticing how strong her lilac aura was shining.

“I was missing you” She pouted and Felix wanted to squeeze her cheeks for being so sweet.

“Ohh sweetie, I missed you, too” He caressed her hair gently, smiling when she wrapped her little arms around his neck.

“They said you can't go back anymore…” A tear rolled down her cheek and he wiped it. But deep inside, her words gave him relief. He couldn’t go back anymore. His heart felt full. He was going to stay and be with you, forever.

“But I wanted to see you, so Jeongin helped me…” She smiled slightly, happy to be with her friend and he smiled too.

“I hope I'm not causing you both trouble”

The little angel shook her head “It’s fine, I'm already going back”

“Oh, okay”Felix put her back down, kneeling in front of her, he noticed her cheeky smile, staring at him. Alma looked both ways and leaned closer.

“I've got a secret” She whispered and covered her mouth, giggling.

“A secret?” He raised an eyebrow, curious

“And may I know what's it?”

“Don’t worry, you will soon…” She giggled again and hugged him a final time.

“I've gotta go, now” The little angel gave him a little peck on his cheek and ran, stopping in the middle of the way, she turned, waving at him.

“See you, Lixie!”

A bright golden light fell from the sky, covering Alma, and suddenly it disappeared, along with the little girl. Weeks had passed, Felix kept visiting the beach, but Alma didn't appear anymore.

~ ♡ ~

“I'm y/n, feel free to call me if you guys need anything…” You smiled and handed the keys to a new couple that was visiting the island for the first time “Enjoy your stay!”

“Thank you!” They said in unison, smiling at you before picking their lugares and heading to the stairs.

Your phone buzzed on the desk and you smiled, seeing who the notification was.

My angel ❤️: baby, was there something wrong with the brownies? 🥹

You: hey love… no, it was absolutely delicious as always!

You: why?

My angel ❤️: you barely had a bite

Your stomach twisted a little when you remembered your attempt to eat in the morning. It really got you upset, because his brownies were your favorite treat.

You: yeah, my stomach's feeling a little sensitive lately, i must be getting sick 🫠

My angel ❤️: my poor fragolina 🥹 what about i make you a light soup and we cuddle and catch up on that show you like?

You: sounds perfect, thanks love 😘

With a smile, you put your phone down, excited to close everything and finally be back into your lover's arms. Knowing that you would feel better instantly.

In your house, Felix put the apron on and went to tik tok, looking up cozy soup recipes. While cooking, he grabbed the fluffy blanket and cushions and took them to the living room, went to change into his blue pajamas and then got back to the kitchen to pour the soup in the bowls and take them to the living room. Just in time to see you opening the door.

He placed the hot bowls on the coffee table and rushed to you, holding your face between his hands and giving you a big smooch that made you giggle.

“Heyy” You greeted him, smile getting wider as you looked at the couch and the bowls.

“That's so sweet, thanks love” This time you were the one cradling his face, but instead gave him a sweet peck.

“Don't need to thank me, jagodica” He held your hand, pulling to sit down “C'mon, eat a little. You will feel better”

He handed you a bowl and you smiled again, enjoying the warmth against your fingers, you were cold due the little walk back home. Felix turned the tv on and grabbed his soup too, he clinked on yours, like making a toast and you chuckled.

Your stomach was still sensitive, but luckily you were able to savor the whole bowl. Felix didn't let you get up, taking your empty bowl and going to quickly wash everything before he came back, lying behind you on the couch. He pulled the blanket over your legs and cuddled you, that snuggled up against him.

“Are you feeling better?” He murmured, gently rubbing small circles on your tummy.

“Mhmm, much better” You purred, enjoying his caress.

“Good” Felix murmured again, still caressing you, when he noticed not only the heat coming off from his palm was getting slightly different, but it seemed that under his motions was shining a new light. He gazed down.

Your aura was pink, but your tummy was shining in lilac light.

“No way” Felix gasped under his breath, it felt like the more he stared at it, the clear the lilac circle appeared.

“Uh?” You turned your face to him, staring at the blonde with confusion.

“Baby, when did you start feeling sick?”

“I don’t know, it's been a while now. I probably should go do some blood checks and stuff. Maybe I'm developing some lactose intolerance or something” You shrugged, the idea of giving up on cheese upset you.

Felix grinned, finding it endearing how oblivious you were being. He held your hands, squeezing them.

“This isn't funny” You scolded him and he laughed.

“Of course not. This is the best thing that could happen”

“What do you mean?” You were still confused, being pulled by him into a tight hug.

“Baby, you're pregnant” He whispered and you were glad you were sitting and being held, because you'd fall right there.

“No way!” You sighed in disbelief, pulling back to look at him, your heart drumming like crazy. Was that even possible? You never thought about it before, so you never used any barrier and then putting two and two together, you realized.

“Oh my God, we're having a baby!” You felt the tears gathering in the corner of your eyes, a happiness so big and amazing that you felt like you could float around if he didn’t hold you.

You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, squealing in excitement and Felix chuckled, equally excited as you. He started peppering kisses all over your face, whispering I love's you after each one, letting a hand go down, caressing your tummy gently.

After you went to bed, Felix pulled you to lay down on his chest, you embraced him, lazily tracing patterns on his abs, enjoying his fingers carding through your hair.

“You're gonna look so cute all round” He murmured, kissing your forehead “She's gonna love you”

“She?” You looked up at him, who smiled cheeky at you, humming.

Your heart swell with love and you looked down at your tummy, placing a hand over it and caressing it slowly.

“Mommy loves you so much already” You murmured and then looked back at him, smiling “And I love you, too. My angel”

“I love you more, my jagodica” He gently held your chin, tilting your head and giving you a kiss.

thanks for reading, let me know if you liked it ❤️

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deansbestfriend · 15 days ago

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just close enough 𐙚 dean winchester

dean winchester x gn!reader

tags and warnings: another dean drabble. fluff, angst, unspoken romance, TOUCH STARVED!DEAN (my baby) dean feeling undeserving, you feeling otherwise.

summary: cleaning up dean after a hunt leads to a side of him you had never experienced before.

The motel room reeked of antiseptic and exhaustion.

A pale bulb swung from the ceiling, casting its weak light over the cracked linoleum floor and a man who refused to sit still.

"Dean," you warned, clutching the first aid kit in one hand and a damp cloth in the other. "Stop moving."

"I'm fine," he muttered, jaw tight as his green eyes darted anywhere but at you. Blood streaked his cheek, smeared and half-dried, blending into the stubble along his jaw. Neither of you sure if it was his or someone else's.

"You're not fine," you snapped, more forcefully than you'd intended. You softened your tone, getting closer. "Just let me help, okay?"

"I've had worse, this'll heal on its own." He smirked, but held a weariness in his eyes.

"Yeah? And what's your plan for the dried blood? Gonna wear it like a badge of honor?" You fire back.

He huffed a laugh, but when you reached out, he didn't pull away. Instead, he let you stand between his knees, close enough to feel the heat of him, close enough to notice the way his breath hitched as your fingers brushed his chin.

"Hold still," your murmured, your voice softening as you tilted his head towards the light.

Dean's gaze flicked up to you, and you could feel the intensity of his eyes even though you focused on cleaning the blood from his face. His expression was unguarded, vulnerable in a way he rarely let himself be.

"You're gonna fuss over me no matter what I say, huh?" he asked, his tone more fond than exasperated.

"Pretty much," you said lightly, dabbing at the dried streak. "You should be used to it by now."

He chuckled under his breath, the sound low and warm. He was comfortable. "Yeah, I guess I should."

You worked quietly, your touch gentle as you cleaned the wound on his cheek. Every so often, your fingers would graze his skin, and you felt him tense. Not from pain though, from something else entirely.

"There," you said, stepping back to admire your work. "Good as new. Well... almost."

Dean's lips quirked into a small smile. "Thanks, Doc."

"Don't get use to it." You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the grin tugging at your own lips.

"Too late," he said, his voice softer now.

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, the world outside the dingy motel room didn't exist. It was just the two of you, too close, sharing something unspoken.

"You should rest," you said, breaking the moment but not moving away.

Dean tilted his head, looking upwards to you still, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "What, you gonna tuck me in too?"

You swatted his arm lightly, laughing. "Don't push your luck."

But as you turned away from him, you heard him mutter, almost to himself. "I wouldn't mind if you did."

Your heart skipped a beat, and by the time you went to look back at him, his hand had gently wrapped itself around your wrist pulling you close to him.

You stood there, hovering above him, his arms snaking itself around your waist while the side of his head rested against your stomach. His breathing evened out, the tension in his frame finally began to dissipate.

Watching him from above, your chest ached in the best possible way. Though you didn't say it, you knew you'd stay right here, as long as he'd let you.

He nestled into you further, now one of your hands ran through his brunette head of hair, aimlessly.

"You don't have to do this," he said gruffly. His voice was low, laced with something unsaid.

"Yes, I do." You replied soft and gentle but full of intention like the embrace he had you in. "You never take care of yourself. Someone has to."

His arms tightened around you.

"You shouldn't have to," he murmured after a beat, so quiet you almost missed it. Almost.

"What does that mean?" You pause, your breath hitching. He looked up at you, his hands on both sides of your figure now. Your eyes locked with his finally.

"It means," he shook his head, exhaling sharply through his nose. "It means I don't deserve it. Any of it. This."

Your chest tightened in protest. "Dean."

"Don't," he said, a note of desperation breaking through his usual bravado. "Don't make this harder than it already is."

Your heart stuttered, torn between his pain and your own. You wanted to reach for him, to smooth the lines of worry etched into his face, to tell him he was wrong. But you couldn't, not with the way his walls shot up the second you got too close.

"Why do you do this?" he asked suddenly, voice hoarse.

"Do what?"

"Care," he said simply.

"Because I do."

He didn't look away this time, and it was almost unbearable, the intensity of his gaze. "You shouldn't."

"And yet, here I am." You replied softly, a single hand of yours gently touched the side of his face. His eyes fixated on you, longing for you as your gaze lingered.

"Thank you." His lips twitched, almost a smile. He didn't let you go however, he pulled you back in. The two of you stayed like this for longer than you could remember, but for him you'd stay like this forever. Just close enough to him.

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buckyalpine · 2 years ago

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Pick Me

Bucky x reader

The new recruit has her eyes set of a certain set of super soldiers. Especially your super soldier.

warnings: jealously, Angsty bangsty, but also so fluffy fluffy and smutty, clueless Bucky, he really means no harm, go easy on him.

A/n - editing to add: when I first started writing this I loved the concept and wrote a large chunk but then I left it for months cause I struggled to actually finish writing it. This wasn’t even the original ending I had planned but I just wanted to finish it so yes Bucky should’ve done way more, pretend there was a time jump where he does a better job with earning forgiveness 🥲

“Everyone, meet Nicole, our newest recruit for the field agent training program” Tony walked into the common room where you were sprawled out on the couch with Nat, Sam and Wanda while a young woman walking confidently behind him. “She’s going to be staying with us for a couple of months to train before she goes onto the the field” Tony turned back to her, bringing her to his side.

“I’m sure you know everyone but let me introduce you to them anyway. This is the very Natasha, Wanda, Sam and y/n”

“Hey Nicole” You gave her a warm smile, happy to welcome her while everyone else also got up to greet her. “Nice to meet you”

“Oh, ew, just call me Nic! I don’t really go by Nicole” She scrunched her face at the sound of her full name, her eyes scanning the room, clearly looking for someone. “Don’t suppose the very Captain America and Sergeant Barnes are here?”

The hopeful uptick in her voice made it clear that’s who she’d been searching for. Right on cue, the two super soldiers walked into the living room on their way to the kitchen after a morning run.

“Speak of the devils and I do mean devils” Tony snorted beckoning the men to meet the new recruit. “Rogers, Barnes, this is Nicole, preferably Nic”

“Hello handsome” She gave Bucky a bashful smile before turning to Steve and batting her lashes, “and handsome”

“Nice to meet you” Steve reddened at the way she gripped onto his hand before slinking over to the brunette, purposely sticking out her left hand so he’d shake with his metal one. “And you Sergeant”

Bucky gave her a smile and quick shake, excusing himself to get some water while Steve quickly trailed behind him. Tony went on to take her to her room which was on the same floor as yours, all the other spare rooms occupied by a few others who had already started training. Nicole returned to the living room moments later with sweats and a hoodie, her hair tied up, plopping down onto the sofa beside Sam.

“Hey, were doing a girls night, movies, junk food, wine, you wanna join us?” Nat offered with a smile hoping to make the new recruit feel more welcome even though a part of her was wary.

“It’s a lot of fun, I was just about to get some snacks for tonight, let me know what you like” You add with a smile, only to be met with a scoff.

“Mmm, hard pass on that, wine isn’t really my thing, thanks though” She gave the group a tight lipped smile before turning back to the two super soldiers who had also joined at some point, scrolling through phones they finally knew how to use.

“What are you boys up to tonight” She threw them a smile while laying back on the couch and kicking her feet up, letting her hoodie ride up in the process.

“Bucky and I were actually just going get in a work out, nothing much tonight” He said with a smile, not noticing the way Nicole’s eyes lit up.

“Oh wow I actually haven’t been by the gym yet but I guess it’ll be where I spend most of my time for the program”

“You could join us if you’d like, we can show you around” Bucky offered, also missing the smirk that crossed her face, only seeing her bounce right up with an enthusiastic nod.

“Really? That would be great, I’d really appreciate it!”

“Of course, anytime. We’re just about to head down soon” Bucky stretched as he got up, along with Steve, waiting for her to change before heading down. She got up and went off to her room while you picked at the skin on your fingers. You felt a pang of something at the pit of your stomach at Bucky’s offer but you knew he was just trying to make the girl feel like she was part of the team. He knew more about feeling left out than anyone else; of course he’d never want anyone else to feel the same way.

Still.

Something was off.

You shook off the inkling of insecurity you felt, not wanting to over think his intentions. You and Bucky were not official yet but everyone knew there was tension and a clear unspoken dynamic between you both. It was just a matter of time. Unless he had his sights on the new girl...

No.

He wouldn’t do that.

Right?

*****

“She’s getting really comfortable around those two” Nat cocked an eyebrow watching Nicole have a field day sparring with the two men, throwing herself onto Bucky in particular, giggling when he’d help correct her stance or catch her before she slipped. Every since she joined them at the gym, she made a point to only work out when they were both there, finding excuses when anyone else would offer to help her train.

“I guess they are really experienced, so it makes sense...” Your voice trailed off, trying to reason why she was practically glued to their side, again ignoring the uneasiness you felt when Bucky picked her up with ease and set her back on her feet.

“Uh-huh, we’re all experienced” Nat rolled her eyes, plastering on a fake smile when the three finished up on the sparring mat, making their way over to the both you. “You three have a good workout?”

Steve blinked, noting the iciness In Nat’s voice though Nicole seemed unbothered.

“They’re great, can’t beat having the two best soldiers train me” She drawled out, giving them a wink. Bucky couldn’t help the blush that spread to his cheeks, not used to being praised and you couldn’t help the jealously that started to gnaw at you again.

No.

Relax.

“Anytime, Nic” He shrugged while Nat retched internally, deciding to cut through that conversation before it went further.

“You know, if you come by in the afternoons, Agent Hill hosts a great self-defense workshop for women, great way for you to do some networking as well” Nat gauged the way Nicole’s nose scrunched, shaking her head.

“Women’s workshop, sound’s like a drama fest waiting to happen, honestly most of my friends are guys, makes life easier, thanks though” her eyes didn’t leave the brunette, placing herself perfectly between both soldiers. “Besides, I’m pretty good with self-defense already, that's why I got these two helping me with a little extra”

“Anyway! Y/n and I were talking about the event Stark is hosting later night. You’re both coming, right?” Nat looked at the two men before her, purposely avoiding the Nicole but it didn’t seem to matter.

“Are you coming as well?” Bucky asked her, her eyes lighting up again, quickly recomposing herself after. “You could meet a few of the other agents too, get to know some more people”

“Uh sure, I could come by for a bit” She shrugged, coming off as indifferent while shaking with excitement on the inside. “Thanks, Sarge”

You sucked in a breath at the name she kept calling him, always dropping a suggestive tone in her voice. Or maybe you were over thinking it. It was perfectly plausible she was just being nice to the person who was making an effort to make her feel welcomed. Maybe she had bad experiences in other places that made her wary of women, hence why she only stuck to all the guys on the team. You tried to wrack you brain for answers that would make you feel a little better but came up short.

But you didn’t want to be petty.

You were more mature than this.

“We have plenty of dresses if you want to come by and get ready together” You offered again, mustering a smile, making a final attempt to befriend the new recruit but she didn’t even look your way, fully focused on the brunette.

“Uh- not really the dresses and heels type. I’m more of a sneakers girl to be honest” She tossed her pony tail over her shoulder, missing the way Nat’s eyes nearly rolled out of her head while you nodded, watching her sway her hips as she walked off. “I’ll drag myself over if I’m feeling it”

“Oh-okay, then we’ll just see you there!” You called after her while Nat dragged you off, uninterested in your constant attempts to be friendly.

“C’mon, lets get you ready. I’m going to make you look so hot, Barnes ends up on his knees” The red head smirked while you squeaked, feeling your face heat up. “We’re putting you in that red dress, the one that makes his pants feel too tight, don’t think I didn’t catch him adjusting himself the last time you wore it”

“Nat!” You hissed, hoping he didn’t hear, the both of you in a fit of giggles as you made your way to your room. “Oh my god” you hid your face while she dug through your closet, pulling out the tiny dress that hugged your body perfectly, the red color making you stand out in the best way possible.

“Go shower while I get all the make up out, I’m tired of miss pick me trying to get a buy one get one free deal with those two”

You snorted, hopping into the shower, letting the hot water destress your muscles, feeling a little more hopeful with the dress choice you were going with. Nat didn’t waste any time; as soon as you were out, your hair was styled, make up done and heels strapped. You knew you looked good when both Sam and Tony did a double take, letting their eyes shamelessly linger on you with low whistles.

“Y’know if you’re done playing games with terminator, I’d be happy to take his place” Tony wiggled his eyebrows while you giggled, taking a seat on the plush couch of the lounge where everyone else sat.

“What are you ladies drinking” Steve came over with a tray of drinks from the bar, already well aware of what each person liked to typically order.

“I’m good with a beer” Nicole shrugged, rolling her eyes when you took the pink drink from the tray, “Ugh, I don’t know how you drink those, they’re so sweet, do you even taste anything at that point?”

You shrugged, quietly taking a sip of the raspberry lemonade while she gulped her beer, signaling for another after slamming her bottle down.

“You guys took forever to get ready, this is why I can’t deal with makeup and dresses n’shit” she snorted, directing her comment mostly at you, “That’s a pretty bright color, I thought tonight was supposed to be lowkey?”

“Well I think you ladies look beautiful” Thor boomed, not catching the snark in Nicole's voice, his smile wide and voice completely sincere. “Especially you, Lady y/n”

“Thank you Thunder” You smiled, though the giddiness you felt initially had taken a second hit for the night. He beamed, setting down a bottle of Asgardian mead, searching for the two soldiers.

“Alright, where are the two that need this” He looked around for Steve and Bucky, since they couldn’t get drunk off of regular alcohol. Bucky strode in clearly dressed to kill, in all black from head to toe. Steve joined his side, their faces lit up like it was Christmas day seeing the crystal decanter in the God’s hands. Bucky’s eyes flicked back to you, his breath hitching in his throat, seeing you in his favorite dress.

“Fuck sweets, you look-

“C’mon Sarge, how about a little competition” Nicole nudged Bucky, cutting off the trance he had on you, her shoulder pressing into his, biting her lip and eyeing the alcohol, “Let’s see how many shots we can do”

“This might be a lot to handle doll” Bucky chuckled while you froze hearing what he called her. Her eyes lit up again, quickly glancing over to you, her eye brow quirking before leaning into him more.

Since when did he call anyone else doll.

You felt your stomach sink, taking another long sip of your drink instead, but nothing distracted you from the banter that was taking place before you.

“Ugh, finee, I’ll stick to regular vodka, c’mon Buckyyy, lets gooo!” She practically clung off him waiting for him to pour shots, inches away from crawling into his lap as he grabbed the bottles. You couldn’t tell if the flush from his cheeks was from the alcohol or the constant giggles Nicole made whenever he spoke but either way, you didn’t want to watch any longer.

“Where are you going” Nat grabbed your arm as you got up to leave, though you didn’t need to say anything for her to understand. Her green eyes glared at the tipsy solders who were now busy with a game of pool, surrounded by the rest of the team, Nicole practically crawling up Bucky’s legs each time it was his turn. “For fucks sake-

“They’re just having fun, don’t worry about it” You stopped Nat before she stormed over, shaking your head. As much as you wanted to red head to have her way with any of the three at this point, you couldn't be bothered. You were not about to fight for Bucky’s attention; if he wanted to give it to you, he would...

Right?

You thought things would go back to normal at some point. But it didn’t. Nicole made a point of training twice a day, anything to get her hands on the brunette. Anything to feel the cool metal of his hand on her. In fact she’d taken up most of Bucky’s time outside of just training, always finding ways to tag along with Steve as well, all while avoiding the rest of the team.

*****

“What's wrong sweets” Bucky could tell something was on your mind while he stroked your back, his body still warm from the way he took you apart at least 3 times before filling you up till you were dripping and soaking his sheets. He had finally gotten an afternoon off, tossing you over his shoulder when he found you in the kitchen, not letting you get a word in as he shut the door behind him. You wanted to argue back that he couldn’t just have access to you any time he felt like according to his convenience, but as soon as his soft lips were on you, you melted, turning into a moaning mess seconds later.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages” You shrugged, toying with the corner of Bucky’s blanket, starting to feel more like you were just a body to warm his bed than someone he actually wanted to be with. “We haven’t really hung out recently”

You had let yourself relax into his hold only for him to curse under his breath a second later after he noticed the time. He shifted you off him, making his way over to the closet to pull over his jeans and Henley before scrambling around for his wallet and keys.

“Bucky, what are you-

“Sorry doll, I forgot I promised to take Nicole to the corner diner, showing her around a little bit cause she’ll be staying for a few extra weeks”

Fantastic.

“You spend a lot of time with her” You didn’t want to come off as jealous, keeping your voice even, though you were close to tearing someone's head off. Bucky didn’t seem to notice, humming in agreement while sitting at the edge of the bed to pull on his socks.

“Yeah, she’s fun!” Bucky said casually, which only made the weight in your stomach feel heavier. “She almost beat Steve in MarioKart, just when he thought he was unstoppable”

“Hm” You didn’t bother saying anything else while Bucky threw on his jacket, patting down himself to be sure he didn’t miss anything. He caught the way your face had fallen, his cool metal fingers slipping under your chin to tilt your face up.

“How about we hang out after? Around 7, we’ll watch a movie together, okay? I’ll grab dinner for us. Promise doll” He kissed your forehead before jogging off, closing the door behind him.

You were ready by 6, too excited to wait till 7, having showered and changed into something comfy, laying out Bucky’s favorite snacks and adding a few more soft pillows to the bed. You knew it was still early so you didn’t mind lounging around for a bit, anxiously checking the time as it neared closer and closer to when he was supposed to show up.

An hour later, it was 7.

Then 7:30.

And then 8.

By 9, you had left everything as is, blinking back the hot tears that wanted to spill, retreating back to your own room, not wanting to see him at all, even if he did have a good excuse for not showing up, which was highly unlikely. You shut the door, throwing on an oversized t-shirt and crawling into bed, burying yourself under the covers, no longer bothering to hold back the tears that began to soak your pillow.

****

Bucky cocked his head curiously, seeing his bedroom door left ajar, wondering why it was open when he definitely closed it before leaving. As soon as he stepped in, his heart dropped to his stomach seeing the pillows that were propped up against the headboard, his favorite snacks piled on the fluffy blanket, your fuzzy bunny slippers left behind beside his bed.

He cursed under his breath when he realized the time, remembering his promise to you, running straight to your room, only to find it closed with the lights turned off. He tried knocking only to be met with silence, carefully turning the handle and letting himself inside.

“Doll?” He felt his heart break further seeing the small lump under a mountain of blankets, curled up into a ball “Oh, doll” He strode over, sitting at the edge of your bed, careful not to wake you if you were asleep, his hand gently tucking a strand of hair from your face.

“What” Your voice cracked, hoping he’d think its from sleep and not the fact that you had been crying.

“I’m so sorry sweets, we lost track of time, we went out to grab food and then Sam suggested we check out that new arcade just down the street”

We were supposed to do that you thought to yourself, swallowing down the lump in your throat, refusing to let your emotions get the better of you.

“And then Steve and Sam had to leave half way cause they had a mission early in the morning. Nicole wanted ice cream so we went by Carla’s before coming back-

“You took her to Carla's?” You cut Bucky off, your heart breaking further. That particular ice-cream shop always felt like something special you shared with Bucky, the place he took you to when neither of you could sleep. It was the place you shared your first kiss with him, the place where he said he felt something between the two of you. It’s not like you owned the store but it felt like the final straw, your resolve finally breaking.

“Yeah, I-

“Just go Bucky” There wasn’t a hint of iciness in your voice; just disappointment and defeat, both far worse than you being angry. Bucky froze, pulling your blanket away from you, only for you to push his hand away, burying yourself further into the sheets.

“Doll?”

“Don’t call me that” It was the indifference in your voice that left him hurt and confused, mouth opening and closing, “Please leave”

“Sweets, I can make it up to you, I promise-”

“It’s fine James” You shrugged, pulling the sheets higher up, not willing to speak anymore, knowing you’d burst into tears again if you did. Bucky reluctantly decided to let you sleep, figuring you’d hear him out the next day but no.

How wrong he was.

You avoided him in the morning.

And the day after that.

Nearly a week had gone by and you didn’t spare him a second glance, always finding an excuse to evade him whenever he trailed behind you. It didn’t help that Nicole attempted to stay glued to his side, not giving him chance to get you alone.

*****

“What’s with you” Sam watched Bucky slump down onto the sofa, where everyone else lounged around, his face sullen from a lack of sleep, grumpiness amplified because why were you avoiding him so much?

“Y/n isn’t talking to me” He shrugged, while Nat glared at him.

“I wonder why” the red head mumbled, rolling her eyes at his confusion.

“When was the last time you guys spoke” Steve inquired, equally concerned about why you were ignoring his best friend. Bucky was the last person to share stories about his love life but at this point he was desperate. He recalled the events of the last time he spoke to you, promising a movie night, going out with Nicole, taking her for ice cream, running late, apologizing to you afterwards, where did he go wrong?

“I didn’t mean to forget-

“Bucky!” Nat slapped him upside the head while he yelped, looking at her with puppy eyes.

“What did I do?”

“Barnes, you absolute doorknob, you took her to all the spots you take y/n to, you’ve been spending all your time making little miss I’m one of the guys feel comfortable, you’ve made y/n seem invisible and you’re wondering why she’s not talking to you?” Bucky blinked while Nat continued, her annoyance only growing when she saw a message from Nicole pop up on Bucky’s phone.

“You treat Nicole like your girlfriend. Imagine some new guy joins us, makes a point of eye fucking y/n the entire time, finding ways to constantly flirt with her and touch her, you’d be fine with it? Imagine he avoids hanging out with the guys but makes all the time in the world to chase after anything with breasts. On top of that, how would you feel if y/n went out of her way to make said guy feel more welcomed when he clearly just wants to get into her pants. You’d be fine with it?!”

Bucky shook his head, though still not fully understanding because Nicole was just a friend, not someone he’d even be into. Plus, its not like she was into him like that, right?

“But Nicole doesn’t want to-” Bucky started, shutting his mouth when Nat nearly hissed, staring at him while he did the mental math, “Nicole wants to get into my pants?” Bucky looked at Nat wide eyes, ducking the cushion she was about to whack at his face, all the pieces finally clicking together. He groaned, running a hand over his face, realization hitting him like a ton of bricks. Just as Sam and Steve were about to hum in agreement with Nat, she glared at them, their eyes growing wide.

“And you” Nat turned to glare at Steve, his shoulders slumping when he realized he wasn’t in the clear. He squeaked when Nat pulled his ear, giving it a squeeze, “What were you thinking. You didn’t once think it was weird she only trained with you two? Haven’t any of you noticed Nicole doesn’t hang out with any of us, Just you?” Nat waved her hand at the men that sat before her, their dumb stuck faces only adding to her annoyance. “Idiots”

As much as Bucky wanted to hit his head onto a brick wall, he didn’t have time to waste, immediately springing up from the couch to look for you. He checked everywhere he could but you were nowhere to be found. He was so desperate, he found himself shuffling outside of Tony’s lab, hoping FRIDAY would give him your location.

“You’re asking for a lot Barnes, y/n might add my name to the hit list if I tell you where she is”

“Please” Bucky was ready to beg on his knees while the billionaire huffed, watching the former assassin look like a lovesick puppy. He cocked an eyebrow, noting the glassiness of Bucky’s eyes on his desperate face, nodding before calling for FRIDAY to look for you. “Also, I need another favor...”

****

“Y/n, babygirl” He’d never felt such relief before, seeing you make your way to your room, coming back from your hiding spot from the roof, the scowl on your face clearly showing you weren’t trying to talk to anyone one your way over.

“Oh, I’m babygirl now? Has doll now been reserved for Nicole” You couldn’t hold back the sneer in your voice, walking away faster, ignoring his calls.

“Baby, please!”

No.

“Baby, wait!” Bucky chased after you, not willing to let another day go by without you knowing exactly how he felt. He managed to get hold of your hand, gently tugging you towards his chest and spinning you till your back was against the wall, his chest nearly pressed to you. “Please, I-I need to talk to you, tell you how I feel”

“There’s nothing to talk about”

“Yes there is” His voice was earnest, baby blues searching your downcast eyes, his finger tilting your chin up to look at him, “There’s so much to talk about, I adore you”

“Do you also adore Nic?” You scoffed, while Bucky’s cheeks warmed with embarrassment, the pink spreading up to his ears.

“There’s no Nic or Nicole, theres just a y/n, my y/n, only you doll” You rolled your eyes at his response, trying to move away but Bucky wasn’t having any of it, keeping you pressed against him, “I’m sorry darling, I didn’t realize what she was doing or get her intentions. I thought she just wanted to get to know the team better”

“Wow” you huffed under your breath, wishing you had the space to flick the super soldiers forehead.

“I know, I’m an idiot, and I’m an even bigger idiot for not making it clear I’m so utterly and desperately in love with you” Bucky bit his lip as soon as the words left his mouth, he’d said everything under the sun except those words before. But they were true and he’d kept it inside long enough. “I love you, I love you, fuck, I love you”

You squeaked in surprise when he scooped you up in his arms, tossing you over his shoulder, walking over to his bedroom, smiling when he felt your small fists hitting his back, your butt wiggling to be put back down.

“Barnes, put me down, you can’t just say you love me and then carry me away like a complete ogre!” He set you down, kicking the door shut behind him before wrapping his arms around you tightly again, falling more in love with your irritated pouty face.

“I love you sweet girl. God, I’m so in love with you”

“You’re an absolute idiot”

“An idiot who is in love”

“You’re so cheesy” You willed yourself not to smile, ignoring the butterflies that fluttered at his words and love struck eyes. “you’re still a dick”

“I know. M’sorry angel, I didn’t realize what I was doing, I never wanted to hurt you. I should’ve known something was up when all she wanted to do was train 24/7 but I guess I misunderstood her intentions cause I didn’t see her as anything else. I’ve only ever had eyes for you baby, you have my heart. You always will”

“Where is she right now anyway?” You melted into his chest, closing your eyes at the feeling of his lips pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Isn’t she supposed to be leaving soon?” Bucky didn’t respond, his hands starting to wander your body instead, slipping up your shirt, rubbing soft circles on your hips. Without warning, he picked you up again, tossing you on the bed and pouncing on you, peppering your face with kisses.

“Bucky what are you doing” You giggled feeling his beard tickle your skin as he started to trail kisses down your neck.

“I may have requested Tony to have her stay an extra night” Your face twisted in confusion at his words but the devious look on his face made your tummy flutter.

“And he happily agreed because...”

“Because...?”

“I want her to hear how good I can make the girl I picked feel” Bucky smirked as he crawled off you, stripping his clothes off before tearing yours off immeitedly after. “M’not gonna waste another second, gotta let the whole compound know who my best girl is”

****

“OH G-GOD J-JAMES FUUCCCKKK”

“That’s it pretty princess, that’s it, cum on my dick baby, my good girl, fuck you’re so good to me, look at that, God you’re soaked baby”

“Jesus Christ” Nicole huffed, no longer able to ignore the moans coming from Bucky’s room while the rest of the team pretended to be none the wiser, your loud love making carrying all the way down the hall. Bucky happily disabled the sound proofing in his room before pushing his cock in as deep as it would go, railing you into the mattress.

“Baby you look so pretty when you’re all stretched out like this, c’mon you can take more, spread those legs for me baby, open up, c’mon, lemme in”

“HNG PleasepleasepleaseJames”

“So perfect when you beg, cock’s all yours mama, m’all yours, go on and use me, that’s it, ride this dick, you own me”

“Bucky, gonna-c-cum, gonna-cum!”

“Cum for me princess, God I love you”

“You want a snack?”

“Nick?”

“Uh-Nicole?”

“Huh?” Nicole whipped her head around to where Steve was innocently holding out the bowl of popcorn, while Sam stood up to grab more snacks before the movie started. She stared at everyone surrounding her acting as if they couldn’t hear the way you were screaming your vocal chords raw, the super soldier moaning louder than you, “N-no, I’m fine”

Tony cocked an eyebrow at the way her jaw clenched, mindlessly scrolling through her phone while Bucky’s thrusts punctuated with each word.

“Y’feel so. Damn. Good. baby, could spent my whole life like this making love to you”

“Fuck, I love you James”

“Ugh- they’re so loud” Nicole rolled her eyes again in hopes that someone would feel the same but all she got were blank stares back.

“I mean, terminator is practically in love with her” Tony shrugged while the others nodded in agreement.

“They’re cute. It’s about time they made it official, don’t you think?” Nat asked sweetly staring directly at her while Steve tried to chime in as well, his cheeks burning hot pink between the sounds of skin slapping and moaning.

“They sound so happy together” he stuttered out while Sam snorted, choking from laughter.

“Oh God, oh god, fuck-Jamie-JAMIE”

“Yup, real happy”

“I-I think I’m actually gonna call it at early night, stay at the recruiting center tonight instead” Nicole headed straight to the main doors without looking back, the rest of the team giving each other satisfied smirks.

Bucky collapsed beside you, panting, his short locks clinging to his forehead, a thin sheet of sweat covering his body. He truthfully stopped caring about what Nicole could or couldn't hear half way through, meaning every single word he said as he took you apart over and over again. You giggled at his shy smile when he pulled you into his chest, pulling the sheets over you both, kissing your forehead.

“I love you pretty girl. I love you so much”

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ALEXIA'S EX GIRLFRIEND | jana fernàndez x fem!reader

Summary: in which jana is in a relationship with her teammate's ex-girlfriend.

Warnings: fluff, secret relationship, gap age (not too much), jealousy.

Note: it's funny how in my head I had an idea and when I wrote it came out differently, still I hope you like it.

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE.

"S-Stop..." Your breath out, hands gripping her shoulders and trying to push her away, even if that is the last thing you wanted.

You can feel her smile on your skin, biting softly the spot on your neck to move her head from there and look at you, smirk spreading at your sight.

"We are alone." Jana murmurs, nose brushing your cheek while her hands remain on your waist.

"We are in a public area where anyone can go inside." You remind her gently, stroking her arm. Your back is on the changing room's wall because she trapped you there a few minutes ago.

Jana rolls her eyes, leaning her forehead on yours. "They are gone, probably they don't notice us that we aren't with them." She says, her lips brush your mouth with every word.

You push her softly behind, seeing how her face changed but give in, letting out a sigh.

You two are in camp, the second day of being there and Jana couldn't control her hands out of you and you can't blame her, since you are in different teams and the time together is scarce.

Giving her one last look, you go to take a quick shower. Jana follows you and goes to the next where you are. The silence envelopes the huge place and it's only interrupted by the water, coming back when you two go out. You assume she is a little pissed by the situation, not muttering a word out since you broke the moment.

Still, she awaits you when she finishes before you. Eyes glued to her phone, only looking at you when you sit on her lap.

"Don't be mad at me." You said with a small pout, hands trailing behind her neck, her wet hair meeting your skin. "Wanted me to dry it? We are in November and the sun has gone from a long time ago." You don't wait for her answer, just going to your bag and rummaging between your things and pulling out your hairdryer.

She keeps quiet, letting you dry her hair. You know she is upset and it makes you feel a little bad. Jana puts her hands on your thighs, leaning her forehead on your stomach. The brunette stays like that until you finish drying her hair, her head rising up but her chin remaining on your stomach, brown eyes looking at you.

"I know." You whisper, knowing the meaning of her gaze. You lowered your head and met her lips half way, pecking them. "Just give me a little more time to think about what I'm going to say to her."

Her, means Alexia.

Jana nods against your belly, standing up and hugging you.

•••

Tiredly, you lean down on the bed when you go in Irene's bedroom, the veteran player deciding to have the bond night there. Patri squeezed your thigh, making you squirm and leave an involuntary laugh. A mistake you made because soon Patri is on you making tickling your sides, laugh fell from your mouth while your eyes start to be teary, you try to push her away, but you fail.

Patri stopped once she thought it was enough, a smirk on her face watching you recuperate your breath. You punch her shoulder, wiping your eyes and feeling how someone pushes you towards the middle.

"Miss me?" Leila winks at you, throwing herself on top of you and hugging you.

You snort. "I see you more now than when we were on the same team." You comment, hearing how Leila chuckles because she agrees with you.

The defender put herself in a better position, starting a teasing battle with Patri against you. Your attention drifted away from them when you saw Jana walk in with Ona and María, the brunette searching for something until her gaze fell on you, the corner of her lips twitch up and start to walk towards you.

"Do you mind if I put myself here?" She asks, gifting you one of her famous and irresistible smiles.

"I guess... If you don't join them on teasing me." You say, pointing with a hand to the players.

"Deal." Jana agrees when she looks at the fake innocent faces of her friends, putting herself between your legs and leaning her back on your front.

Soon Irene quietened the room indicating she was going to put on the movie, turning off the lights. There are a few complaints about the movie, some of them didn't want to watch a horror movie but Patri —who chose it— gives an argument that it's not that scary, gente.

You feel cozy, surrounded by your teammates providing you warm. Aitana passes you four a blanket, Jana puts it to cover with Leila's help. You were playing with Jana's hair while you were trying to keep your eyes open, mindlessly you lean your head on Patri's shoulder to have a better angle to the TV, but you feel more comfortable and slowly your eyes are closing.

A soft tap on your leg brightens up, focusing your attention around, you take some seconds to react and start to move your hand on Jana's hair again. However your eyes start to close again, your head swaying and sometimes making you open your eyes, you can hear a snort coming from Leila and your elbow on her side, she gives a dramatic face in response.

You stopped moving your hands instead, you left them on her head's side and relaxed your legs, giving up on the movie. You feel how the soft material of the blanket covers one of your hands and soon Jana's warm hand intertwines with yours, making you smile with your eyes closed for that simple gesture.

Your heart is beating fastly against your chest when you open your eyes again, startled. You lift part of your body up, looking around.

Someone screamed like her life depends on it.

The movie is paused when the room starts to laugh hard and makes fun of Salma's scream. Then, Patri looks at you and her laugh intensifies, pointing your face with a finger. You frown, trying to hold your laugh when you realise how you look from outside and keep watching her, a few of them joined Patri.

Rolling your eyes, you muttered at them to grow up, your gaze meeting Jana's when you lay down again, seeing a soft smirk on her lips looking at you while her thumb is stroking your hand, thankfully still covered by the blanket.

Irene presses the play button again after they promised her to be adults. With the little nap you took, you watch the movie until the end, some jumps or small squeals were heard but nothing serious to stop the film again.

Alexia throws at you a cushion when they all stand up, giving you a teasing smirk. You are half way up when it hits you, the blonde not afraid if you make a counter attack stand next to you.

"Very adult." You say, putting on your shoes. You smirk now when she rolled her eyes and put her hands on her pockets.

"At least you notice me." She muttered, raising an eyebrow at you.

You snort. "Aww, are you jealous?" You fake a pout, throwing your arms on her neck and tiptoes a little because she is some centimetres taller than you, squeezing her cheeks with a hand.

She pushes you away from her easily, muttering an idiota under her breath. You smile and turn to the door, noticing that Jana is there with Aitana. Your smile washes out slowly, noticing the way Jana is looking at you two.

You cleared your throat, acting like nothing happened and landed an arm around your roomie, walking tiredly towards your assigned bedroom.

•••

"What are you doing here?" You hissed in a whisper when you woke up.

The other person makes room on your bed, an arm wrapping on your waist and pressing herself towards you, muttering that she is cold.

"She is sleeping, don't worry." Jana whispered when you asked again, sneaking a leg between yours and hugging you more, letting out a content sigh when she started to feel warm.

You hold your breath, trying to hear if Aitana woke up for Jana's intrusion in your room. But she seems like she is still sleeping, for your luck.

"You need to go before she wakes up." You instructed, allowing yourself to enjoy this rare moment with your girlfriend.

Jana hummed, finding your mouth and pecking your lips until they become a little heated make out session. With her hands under your pajama shirt, you whisper a soft stop, trying to see her face through the darkness. She just bites your lower lip in response, releasing it to press a chaste kiss on your lips and whispering a good night.

The next morning when you woke up, Aitana was getting ready and alerted to half raised your body to look at your bed, relief washing your face when there is not Jana, even if you wanted she is there the moment you wake up.

Aitana raised an eyebrow, seeing your weird reaction. You shrugged and muttered that you thought you got asleep while you stood up, walking to the bathroom.

Later that day, when a few of you are in the play room, you are in your phone scrolling Instagram and checking your friends' adventures. Then, Patri elbow you and when you raise your head to look at her, the midfielder is giving you a sly smirk.

"Why are you smiling like that?" She asks with a fake innocent tone, keeping smirking.

You roll your eyes, snorting and coming back to look at your phone. "No one, idiota." You muttered, showing her pictures of your best friend that it's on your screen right now.

"Yeah, sure. Now you have that excuse, but I was watching you for a while and you have a smile stuck on your face." Patri keeps pressing, an arm going to lay to the couch's back.

"Are you watching me? Need I to worry?" You tease her, seeing how she rolls her eyes and some of them laugh.

At that moment Alexia and a few more enter.

Patri smack your arm friendly, but her smirk didn't remove. "I just saying... Are you watching someone?" She asks like nothing, making you chuckle.

"Why are you asking me that?"

"You answering me with another question..." Patri hummed, eyes drifting to another place. "What? Nobody dares to date Alexia's ex? I can give a try if you leave me." She raised her voice enough for the mentioned to hear her, winking at you when she finished talking.

Some say 'uhhh' when they hear Patri, your eyes look at Alexia who is blushing sending a shut up to the Balear, sitting in a chair not far away from you two.

"You are not my type." You say innocently, blinking playfully.

And like a bad joke, Jana entered the moment you said that. She frowns a little, looking in your direction while walking to your right side.

"And who your type? Blonde, hazel eyes, Catalan and captain?" She teases you, a plastic bottle flying to her the moment she said that. Patri dodge it easily, laughing by Alexia failed attempt to hit her. "Just kidding, Ale. But help me here, do you think she is seeing someone?" Patri points your face, attention fully on the other midfielder.

You roll your eyes, taking a small breath. Your eyes meet your forehead and rub it, your other holding your phone in a firm tight. You can feel Jana's eyes on you.

Alexia frown, eyes on you now. "I don't know... Are you?" She asks casually, shrugging.

You opened your mouth a little. "Are you serious Alexia?" You ask rhetorically, hearing some leave a quiet laugh, Alexia giving you a sheepish smile. "Since when you gossip like this one?" You point with your thumb on Patri's direction, the brunette hand smacking your thigh again. Realising a sigh, you decided to answer. "No, I'm not seeing anyone." Say that words out loud, hurt. But you know it would be worse if Alexia finds out this way with everyone there.

Patri leaves out a snort. "Maybe they are scared to date you." She says, making a brief pause. "They would think that your standards are higher since you dated Alexia."

Some of them snickers by this, Alexia throwing a cushion to her way and this time she hits her face. You decided to remain quiet, leaning your back and keep your focus on your phone. Now you can feel two different pairs of eyes on you, one for different reasons.

You decide to go out from there, ignoring Patri's calls and when she tells you that she is joking. You step to the recovery empty room, sitting on the floor and looking through the big windows how the night is falling. You ignore the cold spreading on your body, a small knot forming on your chest. Sometimes you wandered because some things are complicated or just maybe we complicate things.

"There you are..." A soft voice interrupted in, stepping next to you and immediately wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Feel better?"

You lean your head on her chest. "I'm sorry to say those words.".

Jana take her moment to say something, chin leaning at the top of your head. "I know." She simply says, wrapping her other arm around your body.

You raised your gaze, keeping your head on her chest. You didn't know how she still is capable to remain that kindness with you. Her brown eyes looks at you, letting yourself swim on her gaze and discover a new thing about her with every interaction. She leans her head slowly, eyes getting closed half way when you press your lips on her. You leave out a content hum when the warmth of her tongue slipped easily on your mouth, the dance is slow and whispers, slow and rhythmic. Once in your hand find her jawline, bringing her closer towards you.

It's interrupted the moment you two hear someone leaves out a surprised yelp, separating of Jana you see how Mariona and Leila are standing on the door, the defender muttering to herself that they are dead while the Balear has her mouth open, staring at you two.

"Leila stop!" You hissed, stepping towards them and grabbing her hand, pulling her towards you making her look at you.

The brunette stopped abruptly, blinking repeatedly. "We are screwed up." She says seriously.

"You don't need to worry, just keep quiet. That's all you need to do." You say calmly, grabbing both of her hands.

Leila snort, removing her hands from you. "Are you serious? I don't want to keep your secret!" She said, a scared expression approaching on her face. Her feet start to move nervously from one side to another, muttering to you two to tell it to Alexia.

At least you aren't the only one scared, both of you know how the captain would react to your relationship.

"Leila!" Jana has enough and calls her, arms crossed on her chest. The defender stopped abruptly and looked at her, her scared expression remaining. "We know what to do. We are asking for you to not say anything to her." She says softly, alternating her gaze on the other two.

"I want to keep living Jana, of course I'm not going to say anything!" Leila says in an obvious tone, making Jana roll her eyes. "Just promise me the moment she finds out, you don't mention me."

After you two promised her that, she stormed out from there. You two look at Mariona, you nervously started to bite your nail. The Balear stopped looking at the door and took her gaze towards you two, slowly, she starts to smile, widening it while she walks towards you and wraps both of you in a hug, muttering some positive words.

You leave a relief sigh when you hear her, not knowing how much you need to hear some positive comments after having discussions in your head about your relationship, that slowly, is affecting you two.

•••

"What are you doing here?" Alexia asks the moment she approached the stands, spotting you in the familiar zone.

You shrugged, putting your sunglasses up. "Can I come to visit my friends?" You ask rhetorically.

You smirk when Alexia shoves you friendly. One of her arms wraps around your frame, her chin brushes your cheek momentarily on your side hug, she doesn't want to fully hug you because she is sweaty.

Soon they started to come and share some words, you are having an animated conversation with Caro —who you missed so much— when Jana came, the only one who knew that you were there.

The brunette feigned surprise, sneaking an arm on your waist and kissing your cheek. She leaves you to resume your conversation with your Norwegian friend, she started one with the few ones there, some familiar joining too. You spotted Jana's mother approaching and some nerves got to you, making you misspell some words.

"I thought your English got better, since you joined Arsenal you know..." Caro teases you a little, hiding her chin on her jacket.

You give her an ironic smile, rolling your eyes on the process. Alexia comes back after greeting her family, telling you that they invite you to have lunch together. You can't deny her offer, not after they take care of you all those years in Barcelona, they treat you well and you are not a rude person.

So you nod with your head, looking at Jana a few meters away talking with her mother and Bruna, who joined the Barcelona squad again after her last season on loan in Brighton.

She is going to be upset.

"Can I come in?" Patri asks like a child, blinking innocently.

Alexia looks at you, letting you choose if she can join the improvised lunch. You shrugged, don't mind it. Big mistake, because it means some of them are joining and the best part is tonight you have a full meeting with the whole team, wanting to spend time with you.

You excuse yourself when you see Jana walking to the group once she finishes talking with her mom, Bruna greets you and keeps walking, letting you two alone when you ask for the defender to have some words in private.

"Love your cardigan." Jana hummed lowly, her fingers tracing the brown material while checking it on you.

"I borrowed it from my girlfriend, but shhh, keep me the secret." You say in a whisper, making Jana chuckles by your antics. Your features turn softer, knowing that you need to explode the little bubble creating around you two. "I have bad news..."

Jana frowned immediately, her hand taking you in a dissimulated way. Fingers intertwining with yours, she asked what it is.

"Alexia's family invited me to have lunch with them." You start to say, seeing how the defender relaxed her face until she fully processed the information, this time are her eyes showing annoyance. "I'm sorry, amor. I can't deny it, you can come if you want! A few of them are coming." You add, bringing her hand towards you the moment you feel she was pulling hers away. "Please..."

The young Catalan made a face, eyes watching behind your back with a pensative face. You lowered your head, your voice only a whisper for her to hear. You promised her tomorrow you will be all hers, without anyone interrupting your alone time.

"I know it would happen anyway..." Jana says, looking at your eyes and giving you a soft smile. You know it's force, but you lean and contently kiss her cheek, wrapping your arms on her neck. "I'm sweaty." She hummed.

You stay looking at her for a few seconds, appreciating her face. She looks more relaxed, her red face becoming normal again, her ponytail in the same position she made before the match started without a hair out of place.

You wanted to kiss her so badly, but you just held your wish and squeezed the hand you were holding, pushing her towards the changing room and rushing her.

While they all get ready, you stay in Alexia's car when you ask for her keys. It's been awhile since you and her hung out outside football, maybe the last time was before your first season in Arsenal. The midfielder accompanied you and Mariona to London to help you with the move, mostly you because Mariona has Lia and you are alone. There were a lot of promises and soft challenges now that you are rivals in the Champions League.

"We need to wait for Mapi and Patri." Alexia came, wet hair damping her fresh clothes. "What?" She asks when you stay staring at her.

"It's November! Almost December and you all keep with the wet hair. It's annoying!" You dramatically said, still you are tired of seeing them doing it every cold day.

She rolls her eyes, telling you to not start and closing the door. She cut you easily changing the subject, asking you how you got to the stadium and where you are staying.

"Well... If you don't remember, I still have an apartment here." You stated, and then proceeded to lie. "And a friend brought me here." You give her a lipped smile.

Alexia knitted her eyebrows, giving you a curious gaze. "Who?"

You hold a sigh, of course she needed to ask. "Laura, my friend that didn't like you." You don't lie there, not hiding a small smirk when Alexia gives a look.

"Lovely." She muttered, turning on the radio. "Stay tonight in my place if you like." The blonde says casually.

She didn't look at you when she told it, avoiding your gaze. If another person didn't know you two, it would look like Alexia made a move on you, but that's far away from reality. Alexia broke up with Olga and struggled with it for a few months, she is shy of asking you to stay because she missed you.

You can't, though.

"What if you meet someone... It would be very awkward." You try to joke, not wanting to give a full negative to your friend.

Alexia scoff. "That is not happening. First, I'm focused on football and second, I'm tired." She started to play with the key-chain distracted.

Before you could reply, the back door opened. You both look behind and see the people you were waiting for and Ona, who cheekily tells you that she is joining.

You assumed Jana was going with Aitana.

"It's supposed to be an invitation for you, not half of the team..." Alexia muttered, starting to drive.

You give her an innocent smile, in the background the bickering of your friends.

•••

You are sitting between Alexia and Alba —the captain's sister—, laughing and anecdotes flying on the table. Your cheeks hurt the amount of laughs for the old ones, Alexia's mom embarrassed both of you with some of them, the midfielder trying to stop her while her sister cheered for her mom to continue to tell them.

Leaving the cup on the table, you crossed your arms and leaned them there, looking mindlessly around you until your eyes focused on Jana. The brunette is having a conversation with Ona, to your mind comes the little time you interact with her since the match is over. A nudge to your side brings you back, Alba elbow your side in a soft manner and raise an eyebrow, signaling with her head to her sister's direction.

"Are you two coming back?" Alba asks with a smirk. The comment brings the attention of Patri, who added a comment excitedly.

"First, shut up," Alexia warns Patri, shushing her with her eyes when the Balear is to protest. "and you too. What part of we are friends, do you not understand?"

You look at Jana, catching her eyes on you both. Well, the attention is on you the moment Alba asked that.

"I'm teasing, relax hermanita." Alba says, her smirk didn't go away. "But you two make a good couple, just saying." She finished saying, taking a sip of her wine.

Jana's jawline clenched, on another occasion you would love to see the sharpness of it, but not right now. Her eyes moved to the empty plate, supporting her chin with her hand.

Alexia's mom reprimanded Alba, gaining more laughter from the table. Alexia is blushing furiously next to you, scolding at her sister under her breath and you don't know where to hide yourself, Patri and Mapi aren't helping with their comments.

"I think it's time to go." You comment after a moment, silencing the table. Clearing your throat, giving a smile to Eli when she told you to forgive her daughter's behaviour, you excuse yourself that later you would have another meeting with the rest of the team and wanted to rest a little.

"You sure you're okay?" Alexia asks lowly, eyebrows knitted.

You nod, faking a smile knowing that your friend caught it. Before she could say something, you stand up and reject the offer of her taking to your apartment. However, you make Aitana take you there because her apartment is closer to yours and Jana's.

The warmth of your apartment greets you and you receive it gladly, you open the curtains to let the sun's rays come inside and open a little the windows, it's been awhile since you were there, but you have friends to take care of your flat while you are out.

Fifteen minutes later, there are a few soft knocks on your door, revealing Jana behind the front door.

"I was waiting for you." Jana muttered, closing the door behind her when you turn to the kitchen.

You pause. "I thought you wanted space." Finally you said, taking a sip from your bottle.

She nods lowly, chewing her lip. "Well, I wanted to share it with you." She mutters on your ear when she approaches you, both hands resting on your hips.

It's inevitable for you not to smile, relaxing your mind. You brush your nose on hers before you peck her lips, Jana chased them when you separated and catches them making you close your eyes, enjoying the soft and slow dance.

Leaning your forehead on hers, you opened your eyes. "It's too much?" You ask unsure, appreciating her colour eyes from that distance.

That question makes Jana think, the references of her girlfriend would have been involved with Alexia again it's something that she didn't like to hear, but she swallowed and kissed her nose, muttering that it's fine.

You know that she is hiding how those words are affecting her. It's not the first time that they made a reference to you and Alexia or just that you have been involved with someone else in front of Jana, you two spoke about it a little more these past month when Patri talked about this topic in front of your teammates.

"I want my dessert..." Jana whispered in your ear, interrupting your thoughts. She gave you a knowing smirk, lifting you up easily and sitting on the island, putting herself between your legs. "You promised me before, remember?"

You blushed a little, but before you could make a remark, Jana silenced you with her lips, your hands stroking her jaw line and bringing her closer.

•••

You didn't think to spend your first days of the new year without speaking with your girlfriend. You two had a big discussion about your relationship, one where she got out of your flat to spend the night on Mariona's to the next day fly back to Spain.

It makes you think, to put some order in your head.

You have been struggling to hide your relationship, afraid of Alexia's reaction and not thinking about how Jana was feeling with it. It is affecting her too, mostly than she showed.

Without knowing it, Patri started the discussion. Jana read the text your friend sent you and you disagree the best you can, forgetting to mention it to her and then, she exploded.

The midfielder sent you to have a blind date with one of her friends, and it wasn't the first time. You reassured Jana that it's nothing to worry about, but it seems that she has other thoughts.

"I don't know why you are so afraid of her!"

She shouts at you, chest going up and down because it's been awhile like that. Still, what are the words that made you shut up.

Before she could approach you to apologise, you shout back, regretting raising your voice when you finish.

Jana clenched her jaw, wiping the tears that slipped from her eyes and muttering she is going out. You beg her to stay, at least that night but she goes and leaves you with the worst sensation you felt in a time.

You texted her and she ignored you, you called her and once again she ignored you. And that's hurt, not wanting to lose her you took a decision.

Tell everything to Alexia.

So you fly to Barcelona and come back to London the same day, since you have training tomorrow. You don't tell Jana anything, she will see you when you arrive at the training building. The only one who knows is Mariona, wishing you good luck and ignoring Leila's warnings.

It is a cloudy day in the Condal city, you drive from the airport to the facilities, the nervousness rising with the moment approaching, making you feel less bold.

You don't have a problem going inside, they happily leave with a content greeting and you walk where they instruct you where they would be. You sit down on the stands, greet the staff team and watch how the players are finishing the exercise. If Jana sees you, she doesn't show any signal about it, not like Mapi who happily raised a hand and greeted you.

"What are you doing here?" Alexia asks when she approached you, wiping the sweat from her forehead with her training shirt.

You chewed your lip, separating from the hug with Frido. "I came to talk to you." You say softly, the nervousness showing up.

Frido squeezes your side and turns to the other side when she senses your state, muttering to some of them to go with her.

Alexia frowns, catching your eyes looking behind. She turns and sees a few of them there talking, the ones who still didn't approach her friend. She turns around, not understanding anything.

"You okay?" She asks a little alarmed, seeing you shift your posture nervously.

You cleared your throat, nodding slowly. "It's something personal about me, that I want to share it with you, that's all." You explain the best you can.

The captain nods slowly, copying you. Her frown didn't disappear, so she sat down where you were before and patted the place next to her with a tiny smile. You obligate yourself after giving another look behind you, this time you catch Jana's eyes for a brief moment before she looks away.

"What is it?" Alexia questions softly, bottle in hand to hydrate herself.

You take a breath, making a brief pause. "It's something that I need to say without you interrupting me, okay?" You say carefully, seeing her nod with her head. Eyes on your hands, you order your mind to speak up the best you could. "Recently people are making comments about me and you, and in another moment of my life I wouldn't mind that, even I could join in teasing you, but it's not only you, it's some of them trying to set me up with someone else and I feel uncomfortable with this because the truth is that I'm in a relationship..." You see how Alexia opened her eyes, really surprised by your last confession. "I didn't tell you before because... You would be mad at me." You say in a small voice.

Alexia makes a sound, snorting quietly. "Mad at you? Why would I be mad at you? At least she supports Real Madrid..." She teases you a little, nudging your side.

You shake your head, letting out a small chuckle. "I'm in a relationship with Jana." You say in a rush, closing your eyes and not daring to see her reaction.

However, you can feel how the air changed around you two, the seconds Alexia remained silent it's a warning for you. Slowly, you opened your eyes and scanned her face. She is biting her lower lip, hard and she is looking at the floor, a tight grip on her bottle.

"At first I thought it was nothing serious..." You started to say again. "We decided to hide it for a while, but hiding it these last few months was a nightmare."

Alexia remained quiet, probably processing the new information.

"How long?" She asks quietly, still not looking at you.

"Eight months."

Then, she looks at you startled. "Eight months? Almost a year and you told me now?" You could appreciate that she is getting angry. She closed her eyes and rubbed her side, trying to calm down. "From all of the people, you date her? You are older than her."

The last words are like daggers into your soul. Her whisper felt worse than any scream she will give. You know she wouldn't approve because of that, because in her eyes, you are old to date Jana.

"It's only five years, Ale. And she is old enough to date whatever she wants. You are older than me and you date me." You said hurt, removing your gaze from her and looking at your feet.

"Only? And it's not the same. You know what?" She said, standing up looking irritated. You look up at her. "We talk another day." Then, she leaves you there alone. She stormed out inside of the building without looking back.

You sigh, defeat.

"Did you say to her that you are suspended too? Usually she put that face when I told her." You hear Vicky ask, her innocent comment put a small smile on your lips.

Looking up, you see Vicky and Jana there. Before you could answer, the defender is by your side and holds your hand. You can feel the weird look that Vicky is sending you two.

"I'm sorry..." You say in a whisper, leaning your forehead on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry too, for ignoring your calls and...-" you cut her, putting a finger on her mouth.

"It's okay." You simply say, putting away your finger.

Jana wraps an arm on your hip and kisses your head's side. "That bad?"

"I'm more afraid of losing you." You admitted, the heaviness on your chest dissipating the moment Jana joined you and held your hand.

The brunette leaves out a small smile, pecking your nose.

"ARE YOU TWO DATING?" Vicky shouts surprised.

You shared a knowing smile and turned your heads to look at her, watching how her eyes are opened like her mouth, a finger pointing in your direction.

"We are." Jana answers for you, turning your face towards her and giving you a chaste kiss on the lips. "Happy new year..."

You smiled, repeating the same words at her.

•••

The moment the team finds out about your relationship —thanks to Vicky—, they look very surprised by it. Still, they congratulate you, Patri apologising for her behaviour but with a knowing smirk for her intuition to assume you are with someone.

Leila warns you the moment Alexia closes you up, telling you that you should break up with Jana instead, but then she wishes you two the best and asks for her help to speak with your stubborn friend.

Mapi told you to leave her alone, knowing like it's her she needs time to process you are in a relationship with Jana. However, you were threatened by half of the team if you break Jana's heart, led by the Aragonese.

The days passed and Jana started to understand why you wanted to keep your relationship in secret. She never experienced how cold Alexia could be towards her, only talking to her when it is necessary or made a hard remark during training. Maybe you are more special to her than she thought, or maybe the gap age is a problem for the captain.

Some of her teammates are on her side, giving her reassuring comments. Ingrid and Patri take the roles to keep around every time Alexia and Jana are too close.

The brunette swore that her frowned was deeper that morning than any other day.

Jana didn't want to tell you anything, even if she knew that you figured out what would happen the moment Alexia discovered. But she had enough of her behaviour towards her, so she decided to confront her captain when this one made a mordant comment.

"Can you just tell me whatever you think about me and move on?" Jana asks in a firm tone, tired of Alexia's mood.

Mapi elbowed her side in a warning, the changing room went quiet the moment she spoke. Alexia's eyes were glued to her teammate, a little surprise could be appreciated on her features that soon she hardened and put on a stoic face.

"We love each other, it's not that difficult to understand." Jana presses on when Alexia tries to exit the big room. She crossed her arms on her chest and ignored when some whispered her name, seeing Alexia turn around slowly.

"You think you love her," The blonde hissed in a quiet voice, stepping towards her position. "but it's only a crush. A stupid and pathetic one. And you two commit the big mistake of your lives."

Jana hardened her features, pushing Alexia's chest with force the moment she finished. "The same you commit with her?" She shouts, feeling very angry with the midfielder.

She feels how someone pulls her behind, Mapi's back in front of her and puts herself like a shield. Irene went to hold Alexia's arm warningly when she makes the feint to get closer.

"I understand now why she didn't want to tell you anything! Because you are so inflexible you couldn't see that we are more than numbers." Jana grumbled, stepping away from there and slamming the door.

Alexia avoided everyone's stare, feeling a little embarrassed. Irene patted her back and muttered that she could help her.

She just nod.

•••

You were furious when you found out how Alexia treated Jana. You knew that she was hurt by you, but you have your reasons to do that and she didn't prove different from what you thought it would turn out.

Mariona tells you everything when you catch how your friend was acting a little weird around you, she begged you to not tell anything because if Jana found out you knew, the person who told her would be in problems.

So you didn't say anything and acted normal when your girlfriend called you two days later, wishing that she mentioned something, but the last thing she wanted to do is worrying you.

"Can you just drop everything and come here with me?" Jana asks in a dramatic sigh, making you laugh a little. "I mean it, I miss you."

"Why didn't you drop everything and come here?" You ask now, hearing her hold her breath and mutter that it's not the same.

"Barcelona is better, amor you know it. We have the sun, good weather, food... And the best club in the world." You can't hold the laugh for her reasoning, hearing her soft protest when she hears you, still you are sure she has a wide smile hearing you.

"I remind you that you almost got transferred last season." You hummed, parking the car in the garage and turning off the engine. You stay there, leaning your back comfortably.

"Shut up." The defender mutters, hearing how she is cutting some vegetables in the background. "The girls are coming now, they joined me the moment they found out what I was having for lunch."

"The girls means Patri inviting herself and a few more, no?" You ask knowingly, laughing quietly when Jana hummed an affirmative. "Everything okay there?" You dared to ask gently, starting to play with your nails.

She didn't answer right away, Jana took a moment to do so. Realising a small breathing, Jana speaks up. "It could be better, but it's okay. At least the cold stare stopped." She answers you in a quiet voice, you could perceive a hint of sadness in her tone.

It's affecting her more than she showed, Alexia is very important to Jana, being there on her lower point to reassure her when she needed it the most. It is someone that Jana looks up to, someone she asked for advice and considered someone special.

You are the problem that Alexia didn't want anything with her, and you are thinking seriously to intervene.

"I can go this Friday after the match and spend the weekend together. Would you like it?" You say in a thinking voice, remembering what you need to do the rest of the week.

"Are you kidding!? Yes please, I can't wait to see your pretty face in person again!" Jana excitedly says, putting a smile on your face when you hear her cheerful voice come back.

You end the call when the girls approach Jana's flat, promising her to call later that day.

Then, scroll through the chat names until you find the one you wanted to text.

I'm going this weekend, do you want to talk?

•••

You didn't receive a reply from Alexia, she read it but that's all you obtained from her. You didn't say anything to Jana, wanting her to have some freedom from what is happening.

Smiling, you see how Jana approaches the barrier where the family area is, jumping it up and running towards you thrown herself into your arms.

"Miss me?" You whisper in her ear, Jana wrapped her legs around your waist.

Jana puts her face in front of you and kisses you, both hands on your cheeks. Some whistles were heard, others commenting to go elsewhere.

"Shut up Claudia! When you have a girlfriend you will understand." Jana replied to her teammate, jumping down and intertwining her hand with yours. "Come, amor. I want you to meet Kika properly." She pulls from your hand and leads the way where her Portuguese friend is.

"Hi." You greet, waving with your free hand and smile.

Kika showed a wide smile, surprising you and hugging you making Jana whine a little because she was holding your hand and let it go when her teammate hugged you.

"You can live for a few seconds without holding her hand." Kika teases her friend, separating from you but remaining closer. "I'm finally meeting you. You are guilty of why Jana here keeps smiling without reason this whole time..." Kika reacts in time before Jana's hand meets her arm, smirking towards the defender. "She is pretty." She said to Jana like if you weren't there.

"I know." Jana says proudly, wrapping now an arm on your hip. Her smile widened when her eyes met your face, kissing your cheek softly. "Do you mind if I let you be with her while I'm going to change? Promise I don't take too long."

You nod, saving your hands on your pockets for the cold outside. Jana walked towards the changing room with Bruna and Marta, letting you alone with the smiling striker.

"You are the one they couldn't stop teasing Alexia, right?" Her question surprised you a little, it's bold on her part but you don't catch any intention behind her words. "Sorry, it's just curiosity."

Laughing quietly, you shrugged. "Maybe... I guess it changed, didn't it?" You ask gently, watching how the brunette nod with a sympathetic smile. "Hopefully it didn't affect the dynamic group." You referred to Alexia's mood on her new discovering you let her know.

"Sometimes, but don't worry. I think she is scared." Her words produce your curiosity, Kika shrugged and looked mindlessly around. "She cares too much for the people she loves, I think she needs time, that's all." She finished looking at you, giving you a warm gaze.

The Portuguese read Alexia very well these months that she is knowing her, not everyone could do that easily.

"Also you are hot, I would probably hit on you if I didn't know that you are dating Jana." Her smirk reveals mischievous, laughing when she sees your red face. "I would like to say I'm kidding, but I'm not." She says honestly, brushing her shoulder with yours.

You shake your head, leaning next to her. "I sense you are a Patri 2.0."

Kika snort. "I'm better." Her comment gives the affirmative you needed to confirm your theory.

While you two waited for Jana, you decided to ask her a little about herself. With the minutes passing some of them join you, Ona leaning her back on your front, not caring about wetting that zone with her hair.

"I am starting to think that you all are doing that on purpose." You comment, her hair brushing your cheek and creating an unpleasant sensation when the cold air hits your wet skin.

"Told you." Ona hummed to Patri, smirking knowingly.

You groan, not understanding your friends.

"You know who is drying her hair?" Patri looks at you teasingly, smirking. "Alexia." You open your eyes, not waiting for that name. Since you know her, she never does that, only rolls her eyes at you every time you mention it.

And like an invocation, the mentioned approach, coming out of the building with both hands on her pockets walking next to Caro. You noticed how she slowed her steps when the Norwegian came to your side, pushing Ona gently and hugging you.

"Never thought to watch you be affectionate with someone." Ona muttered, putting herself next to Kika.

Caro showed her middle finger to the defender and remained by your side after the hug, Alexia kept a distance from you, standing now behind Patri. From time to time, her eyes landed on yours and she removed her gaze to look away.

"Hey, Jana! Can I date her if you two break up?" Kika asks loudly when see her friend step towards the small group.

Jana frowns deepens, her steps faltering for a moment when she catches Alexia between them. The comment didn't bother her, she just put herself next to Caro and muttered that never would happen in a quiet voice, smirking at Kika.

Your eyes meet hers, seeing how they become soft and with a simple gesture of her head, ask silently if everything is okay.

It hurts you to have Alexia closer and feel the coldness irradiated towards your presence, you can feel how uncomfortable she becomes the moment Jana joined, the comment Kika made didn't help.

The group started to dissolve, Kika and Ona are joining you two to have lunch together. Biting your lip, you space out from the conversation they are making and follow Alexia's path towards her car. After you make up your mind, you mutter at them that you meet them in Jana's car and jog towards the midfielder, feeling all their eyes on you, especially your girlfriend's.

"Are you so stubborn to leave it to ruin our friendship?" You ask in a bold manner, making Alexia stop her steps. You stopped behind her, tilting your head aside watching how the Catalan turned to look at you with serious expression.

"Me? You are guilty too, don't forget." Alexia muttered bitterly, however she leans her back on her car and crossed her arms, eyes half closed for the sun fixed on you.

You swallowed.

Taking the opportunity Alexia is giving, you step slowly towards her, letting some space between you two.

"For being in a relationship with your teammate?" You ask, seeing how her jaw clenched and eyes turned to the pavement briefly.

"It's not that..." You mutter, some exasperation showing on her face. "You are dating Jana. For eight months." She points a finger towards you, some of her pain showing up. Her voice turned low. "You can date whatever you want, but Jana from all of the people?" She finished shaking her head weakly, putting down her hand and hiding it in her pocket.

Then, something in your mind brightened with the answer. Alexia is mad at you because Jana is like a little sister that she saw growing up through all these years and before her eyes, Jana always will be her kind kid. And you are her ex-lover, older than Jana and someone who could break her heart.

You lowered your gaze, biting your lip hard. "What we had Ale, was special and broke up because we see each other like friends." You paused, swallowed and continued in a low voice. "I can't promise you what will happen in the future with us... I want to risk it. I understand why you are afraid, you care about her. Shit, Alexia. I love her." You said messily, raising your eyes up to look at her.

You can't decipher Alexia's expression, she is looking at you but remaining neutral. Nodding with your head to yourself, remove a strand of hair from your face and mutter a goodbye, turning around defeated.

"I care about you two."

Her whisper was clear and loud, stopping you. Interrupted only by her car's door opening and closing quickly.

You come back a little better, Jana got out of the car when she saw you, wrapping you in a bear hug and kissing your head lovingly.

•••

You are out of breath for two reasons.

First, Jana is very entertained with her head buried in your tights, only raising her face up when a sound next to your two interrupted the moment. And secondly when you read the name, not waiting at all the call.

You muttered that you would call them later, pressing your phone with the screen down and laying your head on the pillow, feeling the light feather kisses Jana spread through your skin before she comes back to give you pleasure.

But you are out.

Your body is reacting, but your mind trapped you with Alexia's call. After a few minutes Jana stopped and leaned her head on your raised leg, looking at you.

Blushing, you spotted some liquid on part of her nose and chin, glistening her lips.

"Who called you?" She asks gently, noticing your lack of interest. She didn't sound mad, a finger tracing your hip's bone.

You push your hair aside, rubbing your forehead before answering her. "Alexia."

Her finger stopped, the heaviness of her gaze on your face. She changed her posture and lay next to you, scowling and letting out a comment about how she has a radar to interrupt, remembering that it happened in the past.

You turn to look at her, brushing your fingers on her hand and locking them together. Her brown eyes softened when she looked at you back, her features relaxing by it.

"It's a good signal she called, right?"

Jana leaves out a sigh, her thumb rubbing your skin. "I guess."

Your phone sounded again, this time indicating someone sent a text. You look doubtful at your girlfriend, this one half lies on your side when she catches your phone, extending it with a knowing look.

"You should see what she wants." She simply says, pecking your lips and standing up, leaving the taste of yourself on the curves of your lips.

Seeing how she disappears in the bathroom, you unblock your phone and read the text without going into the chat.

Do you want to talk? I can pick you up.

Her text is direct, letting you know that it is you who wanted to resolve the situation first.

You communicate to Jana what she typed you, she comes back to the bedroom with any trace of yourself on her face, removing it when she takes a quick shower.

Jana nods, nudging your arm gently. Her naked form lays on top of you, whispering that finally Alexia is thinking. You two shared a soft chuckle, she kissed repeatedly your lips before letting you go out of the bed.

You text Alexia back when you are ready, burrowing Jana a sweater and a jean alongside a snickers. Your girlfriend gives you a knowing look, the corner of her lips turning up when she sees you on her clothes.

Jana's, right? I'm on my way.

You typed a quick text, blushing. Of course she knew where you would be. You got out of Jana's apartment hearing how she sleepily wishes you luck, you smile to yourself and step down, seeing the Cupra parked on the side of the road.

"Hey." You greet once inside, hiding part of your face on your jacket, the only piece of clothes that is yours. The calefaction welcomed you and you felt glad.

Alexia hummed a greeting, starting to drive. The way is silent between you two, only broken for the radio's songs playing in a low volume. You know where she is driven, her flat. Giving her a quick look, you assumed she was elsewhere before she picked you up.

You don't find the silence uncomfortable, at least not this time. She shifted to the right corner and drove to the garage, parking on her signed spot.

The whole journey from the lift to her apartment was charged with nervousness for both parts, still the silence is present. It's a little stupid because you two have enough trust in each other to have this behaviour now.

You cleared your throat and trailed towards her couch, rejecting some drink she offered you. Nala came to lick your face happily, her tail couldn't stop moving and she gave little jumps on her spot, making you laugh.

"She missed you." Alexia says behind you, freeing herself from her jacket.

"I miss her too." You announced, Nala on your arms with her tongue out, looking at her owner.

Alexia patted Nala's fur, stepping to her couch and releasing a sigh when she sat down. Nala moves on your arms and you free her, seeing how she jumped on Alexia's lap.

You step towards the couch once you put your jacket on the coat stand, your steps are a little awkward. When you sit down, leaving a small space between you two you could see a smug smirk playing on Alexia's lip.

"I don't bite." She hummed, looking at you raising an eyebrow.

You scoff. "Are you sure?"

She shrugged, still smirking. "I only bit you a long time ago, and you see very well by it."

Your choke on your saliva when she said that, the warmth of your face increases in seconds. You hear how Alexia chuckles quietly next to you, muttering she is kidding.

"This is going to be our first conversation?" You ask, the apartment filled with Alexia's laughs.

A soft smile stays in her mouth, hand going up and down for Nala's sides while an arm hung loosely behind her head, eyes fixed on you.

"My mom says hi..." Alexia says quietly, almost a little shy.

You smiled, it's not strange for you that if she is talking to you now it is because her mother would be involved.

"How many times did she tell you to speak with me?"

She released a sigh, muttering a few times under her breath, making you chuckle by that confession.

"I have been thinking..." She starts, looking distracted the TV turned off. "How did you start with her? You commented that it started like something casual." The last part sounded a little uncomfortable, shifting her position on the couch.

Playing with your hands, leaves out a sigh. "Last winter in camp. I never connected with her before more than that winter. She came from a break up and saw her a little sad, so I recommend her to come with some of us to party when the camp is over. Before me she had a few girls screaming her name," you laugh when Alexia yelps and puts a hand in front of your face, begging you to not say anything. "Okay, I'm not going to give details. We kissed and the casual thing started. Then, it turned into something serious and we agreed to maintain a secret relationship." You resume.

"You fall for her?" Alexia asks lowly after a pause.

You nod. "I think it is impossible not to fall for Jana, friendly or romantically. She has this aura to attract people, more when you know her personally." You admitted. "Everyone needs a Jana in their lives."

Alexia tilted her head, watching you smile to yourself. From the time she knows you, she never sees you in this state. Even when you two dated.

"I'm sorry." The Catalan says abruptly, surprising you. Licking her lips, Alexia leaves out a sigh. "I'm sorry to react that way, and I'm sorry you guessed that I reacted like that. I don't know why, but I'm watching you now and I see what you have with Jana is real for the way you speak about her."

"I think you owe her an apology more than me." You say softly, seeing how your friend nods slowly. "She is hurt for how you treat these days. She didn't say anything to me, but you know I have my ways to find out. I know how you are Ale, I'm not mad at you. But you are a role model for her, someone to look up and say I want to be like her. You are an inspiration for many people, but especially for some of your own team."

Alexia puts Nala to the other side of the couch, closing the distance between you two she throws her arms around your form, muttering apologies and repeating she is stupid.

You know she got emotional and didn't want you to see like that.

•••

"Together?"

"Together." You answer, pocking your tongue out to her.

Jana laughs and splashes your face with her bottle making you gasp, her laugh intensifying. You run towards her but she moves quickly and starts to run away, you chasing her.

"They seem very happy." Patri comments when she stepped next to Alexia, who watched the interaction between you two.

Alexia has her arms crossed, half eyes closed because the sun is hitting her face. She waited for Patri to leave another comment, feeling how her friend put an arm on her shoulder.

"Jana 1, Alexia 0." And there it is.

Patri starts to laugh when Alexia gives her a warning look, the Balear raised both hands in the air. "Just kidding."

"We thought that you two would be together again after your break up." Claudia approaches them by their left side, eyes on you too.

Alexia knitted her eyebrows, regretting so much to share the relationship with you with them.

"They are cute." Aitana joined them, watching how you chased her and lifted Jana from the ground, a fit of laughter escaping from her mouth.

"Yeah... Until we start to hear weird noises coming from her bedroom." Patri says, all heads turned to look at her. The horror in Alexia's face was enough for the midfielder to run away while she laughed hard.

"The moment she is with someone, tell me." Alexia mutters to Claudia after removing Patri's comment from her head. She can't wait to tease her friend when she meets someone special.

"Gladly." Claudia smirks.

Now Jana has both arms around your waist, looking at you with an enamored face while you sip from her bottle.

"Also we need to keep that two away at night." Alexia tells them, hearing how Aitana and Claudia share a laugh by her comment.

#woso x reader #woso imagine #jana fernandez x reader #jana fernandez

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babydoll372 · 2 months ago

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stalker!wanda maximoff x governor!reader

but but make wanda have a fling she fucks here & there when she can’t get her hands on the governor & have her be cold when/ any time she’s around the gov, and could she be a femme ? If not it’s ok:)!!! I love ur writing so much

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Pairings: intersex!Wanda Maximoff x governor!reader

Word count: 1080

Warnings: smut, Wanda is established as a stalker but there’s no stalking (I apologize), breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, fluff, some angst, mentions of cheating (not really cheating tho), arguing, jealousy, obsessed!wanda, daddy kink, intersex!wanda

Wanda groaned as the pounding on her door continued, her feet quickening in speed to open it. She was met with the sight of an angry you. She raised a brow.

“Uh, you need something?” You pushed past her, storming into the house and ignoring how your boots left rain-padded footprints on the floor. You turned to face her, a scowl marking your expression as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“Yeah, I do, actually. Who the fuck is Lindy?” Wanda looked at you in confusion before realizing who it was you were speaking of, making you scoff.

“Oh, Lindy! Yeah, her…what about her?” Your eyes were wide, as if she had just asked the most unreal question, and to you, she did.

“What about her?! I don’t know, maybe the fact that you’re fucking her behind my back! You didn’t think to tell me about that?!” She chuckles, taking a step closer and putting her hands on your arms, making you quickly push them off to which she rolled her eyes at your dramatics.

“Okay, relax, you’re pissing me off. Lindy is just a fuck buddy, I don’t give a shit about her. I didn’t even remember who she was!”

“It doesn’t matter! You still shouldn’t be sleeping with someone else when you’re with me-“

“Woah, woah, woah, I’m not with you, Y/N. You’re the one who said it, you don’t do the whole dating thing.” Your mouth opened and closed again, your voice box suddenly being unequipped and your throat feeling dry.

“Well- you don’t do the whole dating thing either!”

“No, no, I said I’d date you and only you. I don’t date anyone else, I don’t give two shits about anyone else other than you and I’m real fucking tired of you acting like I do, you got me? Lindy-“

“Stop talking about her, please…” Wanda slowly formed a grin, her hand falling to your hip as she pulled you in closer. She glanced down at your lips, knowing you were staring at hers, but she didn’t lean in. Her warm, soft breath fell on your face.

“Lindy is just some girl I screw when I’m bored, when you’re in your conference meetings, or when you like to deny how much you want me. She asked me on a date before, you know what I said? I said no, Y/N. You know why? Because you’re mine, and I’m yours. Whether you want to date me or not, I can’t get enough of you and this fucking body of yours…” She groaned out, swallowing thickly as your breath slowly began to quicken in pace the more she spoke. You glanced down in shame and in desire, but her hand on your chin redirected you quickly.

“She has a stupid name anyway.” You scoffed, and Wanda formed a smirk and a chuckle, shaking her head yet she agreed. She agreed with anything you said.

“But, uhm…I- I’m sorry. For, you know…not, uh, being good with feelings, I guess.” You struggled to get out, and the brunette's sly look only made it worse.

“Yeah, you better be sorry, baby, you put me through so much these past few months…why don’t you formally apologize?”

—

Your loud moans filled the room as her cock thrusted deep inside of you, her balls slapping against your ass, a groan escaping her with each breath. The bed frame was slapping against the wall, your hair in a tight ponytail held by her hand.

“You like that, hm? This all you came here for, you dirty slut?” She chuckled, pulling your face back and leaning forward so her lips were near your ear. “That look on your face when you realized you weren’t the only needy pussy I fucked, oh, it was hysterical.” She slapped your ass, making you whine out and grip the bed sheets tighter.

“Don’t you worry, baby, yours will always be my favorite.” She moaned at the end of her sentence, your warm walls trapping her inside as your jaw fell slack, your eyes squeezing shut. She had reached it before plenty of times, yet it never failed to amaze you when she hit your G-spot.

“D-don’t stop! Please don’t stop, Daddy!” A sly smirk fell on her face at the name, and if it wasn’t for the coil building further and further inside of her she would’ve kept you on edge for as long as she could. But instead, her pace somehow grew quicker, and your desperation enhanced.

“You’re Daddy’s only cock-whore, no one will ever fucking compare to you. No one. Fuck, I need you so bad.” You nodded quickly, tears brimming your eyes at the immense satisfaction.

“I- I’m gonna cum! Please- I wanna cum for you, Daddy,” You meekly begged, feeling her lips on your neck. “A-and I want you to cum inside me. I wan’ everyone to know I-I’m your slut, and I want that bitch to know you’re mine.” Her kisses paused, her eyes looking into yours to see if you were lying, but there was a genuine look in them.

“Yeah? You’re gonna let Daddy fill you to the brim with her cum? Oh, you’ll be the prettiest Mommy for me, Princess…” It didn’t take long for the two of you to release at the same time, coordinated by the woman on top of you. She smiled to herself, realizing she had finally got what she wanted. The next morning you were still in her bed, a rare occasion. And she quickly grabbed her phone to text Lindy, ‘Don’t come by, this is over.’ Without explanation. She didn’t feel bad for blocking her and deleting her contact, she only felt instant relief at what she had now.

The months on you still had your conferences, meetings, and so forth, everything Wanda didn’t understand but still supported. She was finally invited, sitting front row as she cheered whenever your section ended. She’d give you a warm smile to look upon, and it only grew the more she noticed your evolving bump. Eventually, the rumors would come out, and you were seen walking with the woman on multiple occasions. Some were you two holding hands as you ventured to a destination, in one you two even wore matching sundresses from her selection. People were shocked to see you with a woman, and even more so seeing the obvious pregnancy belly you wore with pride. But Wanda couldn’t be happier, and neither could you.

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takenbypeter · 2 months ago

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Delivery For The New Avengers

Bob Reynolds x fem!reader

Words: 1597

A/N: here is the second part to: Delivery For Bob. I am obsessed with this story and I’m having real fun writing for all the Thunderbolts. It’s fun including all their diff personalities.

“Delivery for John Walker,” you said entering the usual vicinity. The recently busy room was quiet this time around with only the blond and Bob occupying the space.

“On your left.” You turned, now locating the recognizable voice. You handed over the bag receiving a, “wait right there,” from him as he opened the bag and began checking the contents. While you stood, you peeked around as usual and waved at the familiar face who was poking his head out from behind a chair a bit away.

Bob.

Seeing you wave he waved back his concerned expression shifting into a more content one.

“Perfect everything’s here thanks.” You nod, taking a step back but his voice pulls you forward again.

“Oh and this is really random but I had a question,” you gave him an uncertain expression, finding yourself getting used to the questions that were thrown at you recently.

The last two weeks have definitely been…an experience. At first you only delivered to the brunette, Bob, but now it was like each member of the new avengers suddenly grew aware of the delivery app and was making sure to use it. You didn’t blame them, it honestly just meant more money for you and they gave pretty good tips. But the strangest thing was that each time you dropped off a new delivery someone always had a question to you that was unrelated to your job.

Once it was, “where is your favorite place to eat?” Another time it was, “do you have siblings?” And another, “what is your favorite thing to do?”

The questions were getting more and more bizarre and personal and honestly with each one you started to think they were either pranking you or planning to murder you.

While the others have increased their ordering, Bob on the other hand decreased his. Mainly because he felt bad for how many times you’ve already stopped by. Plus even he had to admit the questions that his teammates were asking you were getting out of hand.

Honestly though, it did slightly irritate him that they had more conversations with you in a week and a half than he has in a month. But that was his own doing really.

“So my question is do you prefer brunettes or blondes?”

Bob immediately moved his body making sure John could see him shaking his head.

Your eyebrows furrowed, “it doesn’t really matter to me.”

John narrowed his eyes, “okay but if you had to pick which one would you pick? Brunettes,” he lifted one hand up before lifting the other and sending the other down like a scale, “or blonds?”

“Both I guess. I don’t really have a preference.” John stood there, hands still up while your phone dinged. “Sorry, I have another order to do and this is sort of a weird question so I’m gonna go. Bye Bob,” you waved, making sure to say your farewells while he again waved back. You always made sure to acknowledge that Bob was there.

“Oof guess we’ll never know the answer to that one Robert. Sorry about that.”

“Okay can you just,” Bob pressed his lips together, his hands coming up grabbing the air pretending to crush it, before he turned around and returning back to his spot.

“What! I actually was hungry that time,” John shouted before Bob’s hand came up over the seat making sure Walker could see his middle finger.

Despite Bob thinking that was so far one of the most obvious and obnoxious questions yet, Yelena would soon up the ante with a question of her own that evening.

The team was together, well most of them aside from Bucky. When the elevator dinged again.

Yelena didn’t even wait for you to say your spiel as you entered, immediately just walking up to you, “oh thank you! I have been craving this all day,” she mumbled as you gave her the bag.

“Wait here,” she turned to no doubt get the tip but she then turned around again, “actually I had a question for you?”

‘Here we go again,’ Bob thought as he instantly covered his face out of embarrassment from where he stood.

“Are you single?” Bob’s expression moved at the horror of Yelena’s words. Astonished and embarrassed by the intruding question.

“Oh I have a question too! What is your thought about dating big time superhero? It’s very cool, no? ” Alexei added.

“Follow up question,” said John as he raised his hand. “Do you find my friend Bob Reynolds here attractive?”

“Okay,” Bob finally got up and stood in front of you so you could put your attention on him. “You don’t have to answer those ridiculous and private questions,” he says, making sure to look over his shoulders at the others as he purposefully highlights those two words. Turning to you again, he guides both you and himself into the elevator and presses the button to descend to the lower level.

“Let’s head down, I’ll just give you the tip,” was heard as the doors shut.

“I bet,” John muttered, earning the rest of the group to turn to him with a series of revolted looks on their faces.

“Ew,” Yelena said.

“What?”

“Disgusting, really,” Ava chimed.

“It was a joke,” he defended.

“Ten minutes time out now,” Alexei commanded.

“I’m not a child you can’t—“

“Ten minutes, no one talk to the U.S. Agent!” He shouted as everyone turned their back to the blond who let out an annoyed groan.

Meanwhile in the elevator it was quiet, the only sound being the machine traveling downwards.

You two faced forward and Bob finally leaned towards you a bit to apologize on the others behalf, “I’m sorry about them and all the questions. You don’t have to answer any of them, ever!” He stressed while you just chuckled.

“It’s okay.”

Bob closed his mouth as the silence returned. He occasionally peeked in your direction realizing that this was the longest time he had spent with you. While also recognizing it had been a while since it was just you and him in a room together.

His voice eventually eased the tension again, “can I ask one thing? I swear it’s not too crazy.”

You nodded knowing he was one of the few who seemed to actually respect you.

“Why do you keep coming back? You know they’re going to keep asking you dumb stuff.”

You nod agreeing, “that’s true. But I don’t know,” this time you glanced to your side finally meeting eyes with the man and he swears his breath hitched at the mere contact.

“They’re funny. Seems like you have a really good crew here. And how many people can say they’ve gotten to interact with the New Avengers,” you said, bumping your shoulder against his, causing his body to hunch into itself, practically liquifying at your mere touch while a smile finally grew on his lips.

“Plus they’re not so bad, and I know you’re not so bad.”

He was happy that you felt safe at least. Bob’s joy took a quick pause though when you spoke again.

“Can I ask you a question though?” He turned to you showing you he was all ears.

“Do they ask all the delivery guys questions or just me?”

“In all honesty no. They’re just trying to help me.”

That piqued your interest. “Help you?”

“I mean yes, but at the same time they’re also making fun of me?”

You raised an eyebrow and he picked up on your want for an explanation. “Okay this is not how I wanted to tell you,” he said under his breath as his eyes hit the floor. They squeezed shut as his head tilted, almost like he had to force the next words to come out of his mouth, “they sort of picked up on the fact that I maybe…sort of…like you?” He peeked one eye open trying to gauge your reaction and when you didn’t say anything he opened both eyes, “I mean if that’s okay with you, of course. I was perfectly willing to ride this crush out, and I mean it’s not like a gigantic huge crushing crush it’s more of a, she’s cute. Hope I get another chance to see her again. I would love to hold the door open for her, and give her flowers, and watch the sunset together, sort of thing.” His eyebrows came down at his realization of how his words sounded.

Your eyes were wide now and he really should’ve stopped talking. He took a step back giving you some space due to his crazy talk. “Wait, this is coming out all wrong. I just like you. A lot. That is all I wanted to say." He gave one final wave with his hands showing he was done and he faced the doors again. You thought he was finished but he spoke again, “don’t worry though I am going to squash this thing. It’ll be over in no time.”

The elevator dinged once again as he concluded, not giving you any time to respond. Noticing you were at the designated floor he let out an, “oh,” before reaching into his pocket. “Let me give you your tip.”

You reached out a hand stopping his movements, “save it…” he did as told while you stepped outside the elevator doors, “…for when you want to maybe hold a door open for me.”

His feet were planted in the elevator and his cheeks slowly lifted while he was speechless. You smiled back and then…the doors slid shut.

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english ao3 Ⓢ spanish ao3 Ⓢ masterlist Ⓢ 𝄞

ship: robert reynolds x oxe nurse afab!reader

summary: bob will not hurt anyone if you stay at his side, so you stay with him even if you don't want to

au: canon divergence, oxe experimented on bob inside the vault, bob is a superhero, bob obeys val, sentry living homelander's life but without a team

c/w: the dove is alive and you can eat it but have in mind that there's a dove, horrible day at work for poor y/n, kidnapping and stockholm syndrome but not really but the vibes are there, you're his trophy ...and maybe much more, forced bonding and relationship, nurse/patient, boss/assistant, minor character death, light angst, mentions of mental illness and instability, open happy ending, humor, consensual sex, piv sex, unsafe sex, semi-public/bathroom quickie

a/n: his hair isn't described so you can imagine him blond or brunette, and english isn't my first language so sorry if something's weird expressed and even if you read it here kudos in ao3 are appreciated

word count: 4169

She was checking the wounds of a serviceman when she heard a commotion that caught her attention, a crowd of able-bodied servicemen heading towards her. For a moment she thought maybe they were going to bring her more patients, ask about the condition of their comrades or something like that. She didn't expect them to come after her, leaving her no time to react and try to resist, handcuffing her feet, hands and even a muzzle like Loki after the famous battle in New York.

It had probably been the craziest and most intense night of her life, and she was sure it had been the craziest and most intense night of the others, especially the military she was assisting. She had hardly slept, eaten or drank — but at least she wasn't hurt, she was just too busy ...and worried. Not for her in particular, but for all the people who had been injured, and those who might be injured in the future by him and 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

It's as if her mind had been read, because while she was wondering what was going on and why she was being treated like that, Mel appeared and approached her to inform her, not very enthusiastically:

"He* wants you... I'm sorry."

She wished she could have slept on the helicopter flight to New York, but it was so short and she was so confused, nervous and scared that it was impossible. All that was compounded when she arrived at her apparent destination: The Watchtower.

When they helped her off the helicopter they made her walk across the helipad to the inside of the penthouse. To her surprise there was Valentina, and next to her was Bob, completely changed — he looked like someone else. The place was turned upside down, with broken glass on the floor, broken furniture, bullets and some traces of blood. She guessed what had happened, and all the aforementioned sensations were further aggravated. She looked worriedly at Bob as he slowly approached her, reaching up to remove all the handcuffs and muzzle with his telekinetic powers, causing them to fall to the ground.

She had the option to speak now, and she had many questions on her mind — so many that she didn't dare ask any of them out loud, as she didn't know where to start.

"It's time for you to go," he said raising his arm, looking at the soldiers behind her and to her sides.

"No!" she said worriedly, stepping forward. "Please don't hurt them."

"Yeah, listen to her and behave yourself," said Valentina a few metres away from them, in front of her and behind him. She looked at her, just as she looked at Mel standing next to her. "That was the deal."

At first she thought it was Valentina who wanted her, but now she was seeing that she was completely wrong. She looked back at his arm, which was still raised, but now, instead of being in attacking form towards the soldiers, he was holding out his hand for her to approach him and merge with him in a grip.

"What do you want from me?" she asked with bated breath.

"Everything," he answered, very sure of his answer. She had never seen him so sure.

Being a nurse she'd had enough of a run-in with him, you could say they'd grown fond of each other (even though she knew she shouldn't feel that way about him for many reasons) and had a good bond. It shouldn't surprise her that someone as traumatised, disturbed and lonely as he was had fallen in love with her when he was under her care. She knew of many cases of patients falling in love with nurses and viceversa, it was like Stockholm Syndrome.

"You won't hurt anyone?"

"If you're next to me."

She wasn't thrilled with the idea, but did she have any other choice...? He was out of control, mentally unstable, and her freedom had to be the sacrifice. Maybe she couldn't change him, but she could control him so that he wouldn't hurt anyone.

"...Then so be it," she said as she approached him and accepted his hand, causing him to smile sweetly and shyly at her. She knew herself well and always knew she was very helpful, but she never imagined she would be so helpful. That's why she became a nurse — it was vocational, she always wanted to help.

"And I now pronounce you man and wife," said Valentina rolling her eyes. "But the honeymoon has to wait, the press is waiting downstairs," she said pointing behind her, turning to head for the lift with Mel.

"There's a bed upstairs, take a rest, okay?" he reported as he stroked her hand with his thumb, before releasing it and going to the other two women's side.

She couldn't, or rather, shouldn't be surprised at such a change of mood. She nodded doubtfully and watched him walk away as she listened to Mel inform Valentina that the cleaning service was on its way to clean up the mess. She stood there, processing it all and feeling his eyes on her until the lift doors closed. The military stood there, and wanting to be alone and rest (if only physically) she took Bob's advice, going upstairs and into the bedroom there. She knew that, military or not, she had no way to escape, and if she did she would probably make the situation worse and not be able to run far.

The decor was sparse and the lighting horrible, but there was a television, so she turned it on to watch even a little of the press conference while she looked around the bedroom, full of hairdressing tools and fashion designs. She browsed the hangers on the dressers and the papers she found while occasionally glancing up to look at the screen, but always paying attention to what was being said. When there was nothing more to look at she lay back on the bed, watching Bob on the screen.

If he didn't excuse himself then she would excuse him: she knew that all this wasn't his fault, that he was only a victim of his circumstances, just as she was now. He was alone and needed company, and above all love. She didn't have the feeling that he was going to treat her badly in any way, but she was shocked and nervous about how her life was going to change from that moment on, so she couldn't help crying. That was the straw that broke the camel's back, exhausting her further and causing her to fall asleep.

Maybe to say that she was kidnapped was too strong a word, but she was very limited and watched over by Bob, Valentina and her employees. And unfortunately no one missed her, as she had no family left and the few friends she had could be counted on the fingers of one hand, apart from the fact that for work and personal reasons she had lost contact and trust with them. They were the typical friends who only met every few months to catch up over a drink.

So much studying nursing for nothing... But she was still getting a salary, a good one. Now her job was to live with Bob, and as unstable as he was it was sometimes difficult, but she always tried to be loving and put on her best face. She had to raise his self-esteem when it was too low and lower it when it was too high. She had to calm his delusions of grandeur, reminding him why he took the serum to convince him to do good and not to kill anyone, especially Valentina. She always wanted ______ to be present whenever she met with him, even for boring marketing meetings.

But she was a heroine, in her own way. Part of her felt useful and satisfied to know that by being by his side she saved many, and apparently himself as well. She couldn't help but begin to feel special that she was so loved by a God, however prefabricated and mentally unstable. Besides, he told her she was a Goddess — his Goddess.

Luckily it wasn't all bad. Now she lived for free in the penthouse of a skyscraper with incredible views of Manhattan, she had maid and kitchen service that did everything for them, and Bob didn't force her to do anything that made her uncomfortable — he just wanted to hold hands, hug her, cuddle with her, have her stroke his hair... At most he dared to kiss her on the cheek and look at her lips too much.

But touch makes affection. As time went on, and in the moments when he was mentally stable and cheerful, she couldn't help but begin to find him adorable. Nothing was a lie anymore, nothing was forced anymore: the hugs, the cuddling... Even holding his hand was now natural, and she had even started to kiss him on the cheek as well. The first time she dared to do so, she couldn't help but laugh when she saw his surprised face, and how shy and blushing he became. She also blushed when he dared to compliment her, and the instinct to protect him intensified.

At first she had told him to go on dates as an excuse to get out of the tower, now it was because she really enjoyed his company. And to be honest, she didn't feel so lonely anymore. Bob had filled a big void in her life, and she even missed him when she was away from home on a mission. She used to go to museums and other places alone, now she went with him, holding his hand.

"It's beautiful," he whispered looking at the painting in front of them, a romantic scene between a couple from several centuries ago.

"You know," she said in the same tone, catching his attention. "When I was a kid I thought people in the past were very serious, because they posed like that in pictures in Victorian times. Then I found out that they posed like that because they had to stand still for a long time to get the picture right, and seeing pictures like this you realise that they actually loved just like we do, which makes sense, because we're all alive because two people loved each other."

"It's a very romantic way of looking at things," he said looking at her with a touch of tenderness. One of the many things he liked about her was her way of looking at life. Knowing her he understood the meaning of the word "kind".

"Yeah, well," she said, blushing slightly, "I suppose."

"Excuse me," said a female voice behind them, and they both thought it was some fan asking for a photo, since he was a public figure. They both turned and saw a girl, teenager or young adult, with a small sheet of paper in her hand, offering it to them. In the other hand she was holding a small notebook. "I've drawn you," she said shyly.

"Oh my God!" she said, taking it. They both stared at it, amazed and touched. The drawing was done in charcoal pencil and showed them with their backs to each other, holding hands in front of a vertical rectangle that symbolised a painting. "It's the most beautiful thing I've seen here today," she said, and both he and the girl laughed.

"No way," said the girl, blushing.

"It's beautiful, really!" said Bob. "Thank you very much."

"Can we keep it?" she asked, curious and hoping for a positive answer.

"Yeah, of course!" replied the girl.

"Thank you," smiled Bob.

"You haven't credited it," she said, turning the paper over to see if there were any credit behind it, "don't you have an art account?"

"Oh, yeah," she said shyly, "but..." She shrugged her shoulders.

"Well, you should. Could I follow you on Instagram, if you have one?" she asked, handing the picture to Bob to hold while she pulled her mobile phone out of a pocket.

She said yes and told her her Instagram art account. She followed her and then the girl asked if she could take a picture with him, just him. She laughed, because of course she wanted a photo with him. She didn't take it badly, she understood her because if she came across a celebrity with its partner she obviously wouldn't want to take a photo with the partner in it. She took a picture of them together with her mobile phone and the girl left the room where they were. The picture ended up on the fridge in the attic with a magnet.

But was she his partner? For most people, yeah. She wasn't a public figure, but she went everywhere with him so everyone, from press of all kinds to internet users and other workers in the tower, assumed she was his assistant or his partner or both. For Valentina she was, for Mel she was, she had told her few friends that she was (because the truth was too embarrassing and complicated and she didn't want any trouble)... Even for him it was, and even if she didn't have a choice and there were couple things they didn't do (yet) she also started to consider herself as such. She knew she shouldn't feel that way after all she had been through and sometimes she felt annoyed with herself and even with him inside herself, and although she tried to curb that feeling in the end she let it flow, knowing that it was probably the best option whether or not it was a defence mechanism in her brain. With him she discovered that Stockholm Syndrome was contagious.

"You'll be fine," she reminded him, holding his hands to keep him still and comfort him minutes before an interview, waiting for the press to finish setting up. He kept pacing back and forth and adjusting his suit wristbands.

"I'm tired of so many interviews," he said, annoyed and weary.

"People want to meet you, it's only natural..." She shrugged her shoulders. "Show them the man I love," she said, smiling sweetly as he tightened her grip on his hands.

"...What?" he asked confused and surprised. In this relationship he was the only one who said such things to the other, until now. At first he knew she didn't love him in the same way he did, but he knew she was fond of him and trusted that she would love him back in time. He couldn't have imagined it would happen so soon, it had barely been three months since their relationship began. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. "Really?" he said looking at her lips for a microsecond.

"Really," she said still smiling in the same way, releasing him and placing a hand on one of his shoulders and the other on one of his cheeks as she stood on her tiptoes, removing what little distance there was between them and fusing their lips together once and for all.

It was hard for him to react at first, but in the end, as expected, he kissed her back slowly to make the moment last as long as possible while holding her by the waist. He had to pull away from her, but not for lack of air.

"I've waited a long time for this..." He said in a whisper, his breath hitching as his gaze went from her eyes to her lips and from her lips to her eyes, over and over again. "But now really is the worst time because I'm going to get an erection."

"Fuck- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" she said, surprised and blushing but trying not to laugh, putting a hand to her mouth. "I just wanted to cheer you up, but yeah, I should have thought of that," she said embarrassed, "sorry."

"No no, don't worry, it was wonderful," he said as he shook his head, still holding her close to him.

"Cross your legs or use the cape as a blanket, I'll deal with it later."

"Really?" he asked again in surprise. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, you'd better fuck me later," she said in a whisper, so light that if she had lowered her voice any further he would have had to read her lips. She looked at him seriously but smiling, trying to make him see that she was sure and that she wanted it as much as he did.

"I could do it right now," he said, his voice deeper and his eyes hungrier. "Fuck the interview," he said trying to pull her closer to him if possible, to make her feel how impatient he was, but even though she was looking forward to it as much as he was, she had to be the voice of reason.

"No honey," she said with a laugh. "It's too late to cancel, and you must do it. The sooner you finish it the sooner we can... Okay?"

"All right," he said as annoyed as a small child, which again made her laugh.

They parted but only briefly, for he took her by the hand to go with her to where the interview was to take place, so that, as usual, she would be present behind the cameras. And the interview was hilarious — she couldn't help but laugh every time she saw him settling into the seat where he was sitting, closing his legs, covering himself with his hands as discreetly as possible, trying to use his cloak as a blanket as she had advised... You could see how nervous he was in his hands and eyes, and she didn't know if it was because of the interview or because of what had just happened and what was going to happen soon or both, but it made the situation worse when their gazes connected in the moments when he wasn't looking at the interviewer. At those moments they both couldn't help but blush and had to try to hold in their laughter, even though it was an interview that wasn't being broadcast live.

"Excuse me, where's the bathroom?" he asked a worker as soon as the interview was over. "It's urgent," he clarified, and as soon as he was answered he went straight in her direction to take her hand again, leaving and going to where he had been told as quickly as possible.

"You should be more discreet," she said embarrassed but at the same time laughing as she slung her bag over her shoulder. The situation was surreal.

"I can't be in this outfit!" he replied, just as her.

And when they reached the bathroom he had to restrain himself from blowing the door off with his powers. A man standing there, pissing into a chamber pot, was startled to see them enter because the door burst open, because it was him (and looking like that) entering the place, and accompanied by a woman, who shouldn't be there as it was a male bathroom.

"Uh- Sorry!" she replied embarrassed. "It's just that I have to help him get undressed..." she laughed nervously as they walked towards a cubicle at the end of the room, but she wasn't really lying and just by looking at him you could tell it wasn't an easy suit to put on or take off.

As soon as they were locked in the cubicle he had chosen he put her against the wall, leaning over to kiss her passionately with tongue included while she tried to make as little noise as possible by holding her moans in her throat and taking her purse off her shoulder. Luckily the toilet seat was down and she was able to drop it on the lid, almost throwing it over it. Then she tried to pull his cloak away from his back with her sense of touch in search of the zip on his back. Also luckily that man was soon gone, but Bob's phone, which was in her bag, rang. They both ignored it.

"See why I hate this suit?" he said as they parted, to let her breathe. She nodded anxiously as he reached down to her trousers to pull them down, including her panties. And then her mobile rang, in her pocket. You didn't have to be very smart to know who it was. They both looked at each other annoyed by the situation, but she decided to pick it up, not to answer but to ask not to be disturbed any more as he tried to remove his bracelets.

"Where are you!?" said Mel, stressed as she grabbed them from him and put them in her bag with her free hand. "Val-"

"Too busy!" She said annoyed, motioning for him to turn around to help him unzip his back. "Honeymoon! Give us ten minutes!"

"Ugh-" and they both hung up at the same time.

If they had ten minutes, five were to help him get out of his suit, and he couldn't even get it all off. As soon as he was able to undress his crotch, revealing his muscular pecs and arms (and more parts of his body), they stopped trying to undress him. Good thing he wasn't wearing boxer shorts (because they would wrinkle and show too much, according to the fashion department better to just show off his pack). The top of the suit fell in front of his legs, on the floor.

They would have preferred to do it sitting down or with him holding her buttocks and legs against the wall, but the quickest option was to do it from behind, with one of her knees on the toilet seat and holding on to the cistern while he grabbed her hips.

They would both have liked the situation to be more romantic, comfortable, slow and intimate, but Bob wanted to make her completely his once and for all, he couldn't wait any longer, he'd had enough patience for months and the amorous confession and kiss earlier had provoked him too much, so he grabbed the tip of his cock and brushed her wet lips to make his way in without much decorum.

They both tried to choke their moans in their throats as he filled the void inside her, and she tried to hold on tighter. Instead Bob's hands gripped her waist to ram her, back and forth, watching victoriously as his cock disappeared inside her. He had daydreamed about it many times, in the company of his dominant hand.

He rammed her hard and fast, and she rested her forehead on her hands as she bit her lip, making a great effort not to moan, more and more. But she couldn't help moaning as her orgasm came, arching her back and spasming, but he gripped her tightly to keep her still and from slipping away, feeling her throbbing insides clinging to him.

That he was invincible and powerful meant he couldn't get tired, but it didn't mean he could hold back his orgasm if he was too aroused. Instantly he had to pull out of her, cumming on one of her buttocks as he groaned. He would have preferred inside, but he loved the sight of her bare buttocks with his semen as she tried to catch her breath and craned her neck to look up at him with narrowed eyes and flushed cheeks.

He reached out to grab toilet paper from the dispenser to wipe her and himself, but when he noticed the cardboard cartridge with no paper at all he panicked.

"There's no paper," he said nervously in a whisper.

"Wait..." she said opening her bag between the back of the toilet and her knee to find a small packet of wet wipes. She handed it to him and he opened it, wiping her first and then him. "Thank you."

When she got up from the toilet she pulled up her panties as she turned around, pulled up her trousers and then helped him get dressed. When they were ready to leave the cubicle she grabbed her bag to put it on her shoulder again, but suddenly he hugged her. She was so taken by surprise by the gesture that she laughed quietly, but she also returned the gesture with a smile on her face as she stood on her tiptoes to catch him, resting her chin on one of his shoulders.

"I know this hasn't been the most romantic first time, but... I'll make it up to you," he whispered in her ear.

"Tonight?" she asked in his ear, tossing out the idea.

"Tonight?" he asked surprised but pleased with the idea as he pulled away from her to watch her facial expression. She laughed, put her hand on his cheek to stand on her tiptoes again and give him a quick kiss on the lips as they both grinned from ear to ear.

* I imagined and wrote this originally in Spanish and in Spanish that phrase doesn't indicate the gender of the person who wants her... Hence the mystery and the revelation later.

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