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2jaeh · 4 years ago

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Country Club | Kim Doyoung

Genre: smut , daddy

Warnings: dilf! Doyoung, uni! Reader, RichAU,

Praise kink!, public, just DY being a hot rich dad tbh.

WORD COUNT: 2,9K

Author! SIN

Your father invited a friend to join you for your Saturday morning golf game, the catch was his friend and you have a very dirty secret.

A/N: admin SIN here! Sorry I’ve been IA, I’ve had so many commissions and I’m still working on the freaks prequel and another Yuta fic (help), so here’s a little smutty DY fic while y’all wait !

TAGS: @infnteen 🖤 thanks for the cute msg!

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It was a cool morning and the smell of the wet freshly cut grass signaled the first rain of spring. You were up in your room, taking a break from university, and you found yourself longing for the Mountain View’s of the country club.

Thankfully mom and dad were aching to host a spring party for their friends and you were able to tag along with them to your summer vacation home. It had been awhile since you’d been here, and the last time you set foot on these grounds you were almost in trouble.

Almost.

“Sweetheart dont you think the gardens look absolutely ravishing today” your mom marveled as you made your way downstairs in a white mini tennis skirt and a sky blue golf shirt.

“Absolutely mother” you smiled and placed kiss on her forehead before grabbing the pitcher of lemonade and poured yourself a glass. You stood in front of the clear glass sliding doors watching your father pace the lawn probably talking to a work friend on his phone.

“Mother I thought we were going to the golf course today, he’s not planning on working is he ?” You pouted, stuffing a blueberry muffin into your mouth.

“Your father will never miss a golf session dear” your mother chuckled, “just get your things together sweety your dad will be with you shortly.”

Sighing you downed the last of the lemonade and went to the shoe rack to find your white tennis shoes and asked one of the estates employees to load your golf bag into the golf cart.

Shortly after, your dad followed, a huge smile spread across his face as he noticed your cheeky pout obviously knowing what mood you were in.

“I’m sorry hun but work called, those varsity tuition isn’t going to pay itself now is it ?”

You rolled your eyes playfully and slipped into the golf carts driver seat and patted the seat next to you,

“Ok fine but I’m driving.”

The two of you made your way down the courtyard and into the country club’s entrance. The gravel road was covered by huge oak trees, placed strategically along the sides leading to the huge mansion at the end.

Your father directed you to the golf course and one of the gates men welcomed you in before all you saw in front of you was the bright green golf course.

“I’m feeling lucky today hun, I can feel it” your dad squeezed his fist while you let out a chuckle, “easy there Tiger Woods”

“Well I’m definitely going to beat Doyoung that’s for sure”

“Doyoung ?” Saying his name already brought you a flash of memories.

“Yeah you remember my work buddy Mr Kim right ? He’s here helping out with the party, he brought over his sons too” your dad spoke as you pulled up to the first hole.

“What about his....wife ?” You swallowed, as your mind raced back to last year’s Christmas lunch.

First and fur-most Kim Doyoung was the hottest dad at the country club. He was still quite young in comparison to the other fathers thanks to his choices of getting hitched way too early. Most people would describe him as helpful, responsible the kind of guy who genuinely helped out the people around him.

But you knew a very different side to him.

It was the evening of the lunch that you and a friend had snuck outside for a smoke, knowing your fathers would be tremendously upset with that action for their little girls. After your friend ran off to God knows where, Doyoung had emerged and the look on his face as he watched you drag in that cigarette was...something.

“You’re such a naughty girl y/n disobeying daddy like this” he said in a silky voice, taking the cigarette with his slender fingers and placing it to his own mouth.

You watched him in awe, pulling in that cigarette and exhale the smoke up into the sky like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

“Please don’t tell my dad Mr Kim” you had said in a high tone, surprising yourself at the hint of desperation in your voice.

“Don’t worry it will be our little secret love” Doyoung winked taking in another drag but this time he grabbed your chin and blew the smoke into your mouth. It felt intoxicating. But a sudden call from his wife had pulled you out of your fantasy and he disappeared, not seeing him since then.

Until now ofcourse.

“Oh your mother didn’t tell you ? Doyoung and Hani are divorced now, yeah she took off with some model and left him with the kids” your dad shrugged and greeted the caddy waiting on the course for him.

“Oh I see” you responded, placing a baseball cap on your head and watched your father tee off.

It wasn’t long until you heard another golf cart behind you as you began setting up your shot, wanting to look back desperately.

“Kim Doyoung” your father bellowed as you took your shot and turned around to meet your guests.

You noticed Doyoung had brought both his sons, Jeno a guy somewhat around your age and his little brother Jisung. It was quite surprising to see them outside when you knew they preferred to stay couped up in their bedrooms playing video games.

“Hey y/n, I didn’t know you’d be here too” Jeno shyly waved while Jisung inspected a golf club.

“Yeah I’m on spring break, so I decided to spend a bit of it here” you replied, moving a strand of your hair behind your ear.

Doyoung smiled at you innocently and held out his hand, “it’s good to have you back y/n” he said as you took his hand and nodded shyly. Doyoung returned to his conversation with your father and all you could do was stare at how gorgeous he looked today.

Dressed in white slacks, a navy blue polo shirt and black rimmed glasses, girls your age may not understand your desires but to you Doyoung was incredibly sexy to say the least.

He was well built too, his wide shoulders and small waist gave him a swimmer physique, it was all too tempting to know what he looked like underneath his attire.

“How about we mix the teams, you and y/n versus Jeno and I ?” Your dad suggested and Doyoung looked over at you briefly and smiled,

“You got yourself a deal, winner gets that Sauvignon Blanc you’ve been hoarding in your cellar” Doyoung chuckled and set up his ball for his shot.

You tried not to stare but God was it hard. You watched as his eyes narrowed on his target and his dark hair waved as he swung. Doyoung twisted his body posing as he watched his almost perfect swing lead his ball closer it’s target.

“Jeno get ya head in the game boy” your father grumbled as Jeno found himself lost in a game on his phone.

Jisung snickered as Jeno sighed and removed himself from his game to join the one he was supposed to be playing in reality. You could already tell that your competitive father immediately regretted his decision of swopping teams when Jeno’s swing only had the ball drop just a few feet away from him.

“I mean, that was a hit alright” You stifled a laughter.

“I’m not used to these golf clubs!” Jeno whined as his father tapped him on his shoulder, “A good player never blames the equipment son, y/n let’s head over to the hole shall we ?” Doyoung said jumping into his cart.

“Are we not waiting until we’re done ?” Your father grumbled still watching Jeno struggle with his form.

“Seems like we’ll be here all night if one team doesn’t get a move on” Doyoung pressed his lips together, hiding the smug smile that was beginning to form on his face,

“The caddy’s will make sure we’re not...cheating, let’s go win this y/n.”

You hugged your sulking father and hopped in the golf cart next to Doyoung, keeping your eyes on the path ahead of you.

From time to time you found yourself staring over at him, taking in that side profile as he casually maneuvered the vehicle over the greenery until you arrived at your destination.

“Shall we ?” Doyoung said, wetting his bottom lip with tongue and placed his cold hand on your exposed thigh.

You felt a shiver run down your spine, much like that night with the cigarette. You wanted more, you wanted to test just how far you could go.

And knowing that sneaking around in secret like this only made it more exciting.

“It’s going to be pretty easy to sink this” you pouted as you noticed your ball was just mere centimeters away from the first hole.

“You sound disappointed” Doyoung raised an eyebrow as he watched you set up your shot.

“We’re going to be quite far ahead of them”

“That’s not necessarily a bad thing”

You looked up at Doyoung who causally waited aside, watching you line up your shot. He wasn’t going to say it just yet, but he was definitely enjoying the view.

Sucking in a deep breath you hit the ball, but missed the target completely and felt your cheeks heat up when Doyoung lightly chuckled.

“Your form is correct you just hit it way too hard, here let me help you”

Doyoung dropped his club and made his way over to you as you got into position for your shot. Your breathing hitched when he stood behind you, a hand placed around your waist and the other on top of yours on the golf club.

You could feel his warm breath on your neck as he pulled your hips against his, bending you slightly over to feel a little more of you.

Your eyes fluttered up to where the caddy was, nervous that he’d feel some type away about this interaction but he was too invested in his phone to care.

“He’s not going to say or do anything, trust me” Doyoung whispered into your ear as you felt his hand tighten around your waist and pull your ass even closer to his crotch.

“Like this ?” You pushed your ass up to grind up against him, satisfied when you heard a small moan escape his lips.

You hit the ball and watched it sink into the hole in satisfaction. Doyoung pulled away from your body and clapped at your victory,

“Well done love” he praised and it made you rub your thighs together. You don’t know why but hearing him praise you made you so wet, all you wanted to do was be his good girl.

Doyoung’s turn was next and he easily sunk in his shot and before you knew it you two were already on your way to the next hole.

This time in the drive Doyoung had one hand on your thigh, squeezing lightly as he drove through the course casually. Finally pulling up to the next hole, you immediately got into position to tee off,

“Am I doing it right ?” You pouted back at Doyoung who stood a distance as he downed a bottle of water.

“You got this love, hey I’ll tell you what” Doyoung ran his fingers through his hair and unbuttoned the first button of his Ralph Lauren polo shirt,

“If you get this in with Atleast three shots I’ll give you a reward.”

You swallowed hard, your mind buzzing with what the reward could be. Shaking your head that was filled with fantasies you took your shot, surprised that it was a pretty decent one at that.

“Well done love, you must really want that reward” Doyoung mused, his small praises driving you into a frenzy once again.

Doyoung quickly took yet another perfect shot and the two of you hopped in the cart headed for the final stretch of the play.

Again not wasting anytime you took your shot and managed to complete the round in just two shots, immediately turning to Doyoung and gave him a dashing smile.

“Wow love, you did beautifully” he praised, coming over to stroke your back and sent your thoughts into overdrive,

“Let me finish up here and we can sort that reward out” Doyoung’s voice was filled with mischief.

Just like he said Doyoung finished his round quite quickly and went over to the caddy whispering to him before heading back to you in the cart.

“What did you tell him ?” You asked as Doyoung started the ignition and began driving on a slightly different, more secluded path.

“Told him not to follow us, and just meet us at the next hole” Doyoung pressed his lips together and you watched his eyes search for a spot that was hidden from passerby’s.

Doyoung stopped the engine and jumped out of the cart, quickly pulling you out and leaned your back against the hood of the golf cart. His eyes were dark and a smirk grew on his face as his fingers brushed against your cheek, over your chest and eventually landed on your thigh.

“You love to praised y/n, I’ve taken notice of that” he hummed and his fingers separated your legs slightly as it moved higher up your skirt.

“I want you to know how good I am” you fluttered your lashes at him, leaning back into the hood and licked your lips.

“You think you’re good ?” Doyoung chuckled darkly as his finger grazed your soaked underwear, “I think you’re a bad girl y/n, just so fucking bad.”

You bit down on your lip as Doyoung pushed your underwear to the side and pushed his index finger into your core. You threw your head back as Doyoung slowly fingered you, bringing his mouth to you jaw and kissed you gently.

“But you know a promise is a promise and you deserve your reward” Doyoung responded by inserting two more fingers in you, quickly using his free hand to cover your mouth before you moaned.

“I’m good...daddy”

Doyoung’s ears perked at the nickname and responded by moving his fingers even faster, pushing his large frame into yours as you began chasing your orgasm.

Just as you were about to come undone Doyoung removed his fingers and wiped your wetness on your skirt before pulling you into a hot and sloppy kiss.

“If you think you’re a good girl, how about doing something about this huh” Doyoung growled into your ear and grabbed your hand, placing it over his hardened member.

You immediately slipped down to your knees and unbuckled his pants, waiting to please him. Doyoung freed his member and looked down as you took him into your mouth, making sure every inch of him entered before slowly sucking him off.

“Fuck...that feels so good, you’re doing so good my love” he sighed, throwing your cap aside and grabbed tufts of your hair as you sucked him off in the middle of the country club golf course.

Doyoung began thrusting into your mouth until you felt him hit the back of your throat and he came undone, feeling every bit of him slide down your throat.

Doyoung brought you up and swiped his thumb across your lips before inserting it into your mouth while you sucked on it gently.

“You’re right, you’re such a good girl” he praised and began rubbing his member in between your thighs as you felt him slowly grow hard once more.

“Do I get a reward again daddy ?” You placed your manicured hands on his chest and looked up at him with barely innocent eyes.

“Ofcourse, anything for you my love” Doyoung mused and spun you around, bending you over the golf cart and dropped your panties down to your knees.

Doyoung pushed his member into your core and slipped a hand in front between your legs to stimulate you while he fucked you senseless. He placed a hand over your mouth once more, the last thing he needed was your father or his own damn kids walking in on this.

But he wanted to feel as much of you as he could and removed the hand from your mouth and slipped it under your shirt, giving your breast a squeeze.

“Don’t you dare make a sound my love, or else I’ll stop” Doyoung grunted as he heard your soft whimpers in his ear.

Doyoung felt himself getting closer again and pulled out, leading you to the seats of the cart and propped you up on it and entered you again. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you felt him twitch inside of you. Grabbing onto the seats for support you nodded at him, signaling that you too were close and Doyoung sped up until you came all over his member and he pulled out waiting for your mouth to return to his tip.

“Take it all in again my love, you’re such a good girl” he groaned, biting down on his lips and your mouth wrapped around him once more and felt his liquid run down your throat for the second time that day.

You finally cleaned up and Doyoung neatened himself before texting the caddy that the two of you were on your way.

“What’s the next reward daddy ?” You raised your eyebrow at him as you watched a smug smile spread across his face as he drove,

“Well after this game is over and you get yourself cleaned up, how about meeting for another reward daddys room ?”

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sunflowerbecca · 3 years ago

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lovers or not ✰ kiara carrera

summary: you’re best friends with kie and while you have feelings for her you never think that a relationship would be possible, but little do you know she feels the same way.

notes: this is very loosely based off ‘high school lover’ by Cayucas!

requested: yes/no

warnings: I don’t think there’s any, let me know if you find any!

Are you going to the party on Saturday?

She asked us if I didn't know

See, ever since I saw you on the back of some guy's bicycle

Well, I've been feeling kinda so-so

“Are you planning on going to the kegger this weekend that’s the guys are throwing?” Kie asks you as she storms into your bedroom, shutting the wooden door behind her.

“Eh, I don’t know. Also what happened to hello?” You roll over from your spot on your bed to face her. She immediately waltzes over to your closet and pulls open the door. The sound of hangers hitting against each other as she sifts through your clothes can be heard within the small room.

“I just don’t want to go and then have the boys ditch me and end up alone with some touron or something, that’s why I want you to come.” Kie announces. Yeah, that’s definitely why I want you to come, the girl thinks, not because I want to hang out with you without the boys.

“I guess I could come… but,” you drag the word out slightly, “I want to go to the Wreck first to get food.” Kie briefly steps out of the closet to look at you on the bed as her face contours to an exaggerated ‘thinking’ face.

“I guess I can meet your demands. Plus my dad wants to see you again, he misses you.”

“Aw I feel so loved. Tell him I miss him too when you go home.”

“Yeah I will.” The girl pauses and turns back to your closet, a lavender coloured tank top catching her eye. She quickly grasps the wooden hanger and pulls it out, holding it in the air as she moves to stand in front of you.

“Now why don’t you ever wear this shirt, you would look so hot!” I just want to see you in it, her thoughts scream out.

So girl, don't act so surprised

Got that look in your light blue eyes, you can stop pretending

Yeah, I been watching the movie all along

Wondering if there was gonna be an ending

To the story, to the story, to the story, I guess I'll never know

The bonfire rages as its surrounded by many intoxicated teenagers. A speaker loudly emits some sort of pop music on the beach, yet it seems quiet compared to the loud voices of the teens. Earlier in the night you decided to wear the purple tank top she was talking about previously, this made her heart start racing. Her chest pounded as you and her sit together on a log with your knees and shoulders touching. Both of you are already drunk but continue to hold solo cups filled to the brim with beer, laughing at each others bad jokes.

"You know what I think?" You ask while laughing slightly.

"What do you think?" Kiara questions.

"I think we should date!"

"What?"

"Yeah! You, me, us, y'know." You enunciate, gently knocking her shoulder with yours. She pauses for a moment before smiling slightly and replying.

"I think I agree."

"Oh I absolutely bet you do Miss Carrera."

"Here," Kie starts, "cheers to us." You both share a laugh before holding up your cups in a mock salute to one another.

Suddenly you hear JJ and John B yelling your name from the other side of the bonfire. The two boys gesture for you to follow them as they point to a touron innocently standing on the outskirts of the party. You stand and turn to look at Kie before blurting out something about a bet with JJ before quickly disappearing into the crowd, your earlier conversation already forgotten.

See, I was running as fast as I could

Saying the things I thought I should, but it was just a little too slow

Oh, Elizabeth, don't keep me guessin'

“Oh shit, she’s hot.”

“Huh?” Kiara questions, turning around from the front of the boat to see where you’re looking.

“See? Right there?” You point towards a girl who’s standing on the edge of the nearby dock. Kie makes a small noise of affirmation before moving back to her previous position.

“Still not as hot as you Kie, don’t worry, i’m still in love with you.” You announce before quickly continuing your thoughts, “Do you want to stop to buy beer before we pick up the guys or after?”

No response comes from the other girl, still thinking about your nonchalant previous declaration of love for the girl. She questions if you’re serious and contemplates asking but ultimately decides against it. You’ve been making remarks similar to this for the past few weeks but she can’t tell your intentions from them. Her thoughts are interrupted by something hitting her shoulder, jolting her out of her own mind.

“What?” She turns to you seeing your arm raised, the result from you throwing your shoe to get her intention.

“I asked if you wanted to get beer before or after we get the guys. I think we should wait because then Pope can’t complain again that we made bad decisions and went without him to the store.”

“Uh yeah, sure. Sounds good.” She replies before handing you back your shoe. God I just don’t know what your play is Kie thinks.

I opened up the door and saw you undressin’

The words came out, one after another

You should have been my high school lover, oh

Kiara turns towards her bedroom door as it is slammed open, you rushing your way inside before closing it behind you. The girl quickly pulls up her shirt to cover her chest as she was in the middle of putting on her bathing suit.

“What are you doing?” Kie exclaims, looking at you in shock. You whip around to look at her before realizing that you walked in on her changing. Your eyes begin to roam as you stare at the girl.

“Uh, hello!”

“Right sorry.” You say before spinning around to face the door.

“God what’s your problem anyway.”

“I just had some good news, I didn’t know you would be changing!”

“Just stay there for a second.” She mumbles as you hear her rustling around in her dresser.

“If it’s any consolation you look hot by the way.”

“Dude!”

You shoulda been my, oh, oh, oh

High school lover

The evening breeze is chilling as it flows through the yard, making the two teens move closer to each other to keep warm. Earlier you brought up the idea of stargazing in the yard of the chateau, laying out on an old blanket together. However your plans changed as now you and Kie are cuddling underneath the blanket due to the unexpected cool weather. Your hands are intertwined as you lean your head against her shoulder.

“Hey Kie?” You start as your gaze stays on the night sky. The girl hums in response as she awaits your question.

“Do you,” You pause as your pulse quickens, “Do you like me?”

“Of course I like you.”

“No, but do you like me like me?” Kiara waits a moment before responding, thinking about her answer.

“I do. Do you like me?”

“Yeah.”

“Should we do something about it?”

“I guess.” You laugh pulling back to look up at her as she turns her head to look at you. Slowly you both move closer, going in for a simple kiss. However you are quickly interrupted by John B, JJ, and Pope standing on the porch.

Mixed yells come from the boys, “Finally!” and “Took you long enough!” ring out in the small yard. You and Kie, embarrassed, pull the blanket over your heads. Both of you begin to laugh as you look at each other. You shake your head before making a move once again, reaching your hand up to move a piece of hair from her forehead. Kiara shifts forward, about to try to kiss you again when a body falls on top of you both.

They pull the blanket from where it sits, revealing your faces to the group. JJ lies smirking across you both, John B and Pope also rush over to join the pile.

“Are you guys serious?”

“Oh my god!” Kie exclaims pushing JJ away from her.

“You guys are so annoying.”

“We’ve been waiting for this for 3 years!” Pope says in reply, “I’m just glad you finally realized that you both like each other.”

“What do you mean 3 years?” Kiara asks, looking towards you in confusion. You look away from her smiling, hearing JJ start talking once again.

“Are you kidding me? They told us they liked you when we were like 12 and I honestly thought-”

“JJ!”

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jobean12-blog · 4 years ago

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Top Shelf: Chapter 9- Pour it onto the Page

Pairing: Bucky x reader (Bookshop/Bartender AU)

Word Count: 1,812

Summary: You plan a special night out for Bucky and it turns out to be more than you could have hoped for.

Author’s Note: Thank you all for continuing on this journey with me! I really appreciate all your kind words and support. It keeps me going and makes me so happy! This chapter is mostly flufftastic before I get into them figuring stuff out! :)

Warnings: slight tiny angst in the beginning and the super fluffy love fluff :)

Previous Chapters

Chapter 1: Enchantment

Chapter 2: Cookie Crumble

Chapter 3: Sweet Anticipation

Chapter 4: Read Between the Limes

Chapter 5: Secrets on the Shelf

Chapter 6: Love Between the Covers

Chapter 7: Love Lines & Soul Finds

Chapter 8: Drunk in Love

Your eyes search his, the sadness you see making your heart hurt. Running your fingers along his jaw you brush your nose to his, “we’ll figure this out, Bucky. Don’t worry.” He crushes you to his chest and buries his face in your neck, his deep inhales shaking your whole body. You rub up and down his back, squeezing him back as tight as you can.

When he finally pulls away his eyes are misty but there is slightly less pain. “Thank you. I’m sorry to drop that bomb on you. I’ve been so happily distracted lately that it just hasn’t seemed real. Grandma kinda dragged it all up again at dinner, though.” You give him a small smile, “it’s ok, I’m glad you felt you could talk to me. Why don’t you tell me what’s been going on so we can figure this out together?”

Bucky throws his arm around your shoulder and starts to walk, resting his head on top of yours. “It just seems like we are getting fewer and fewer customers. People aren’t looking for actual books anymore. They use e-readers and listen to audio books and all that nonsense.” You giggle at this last words. “You know baby, it’s not nonsense, some of it is good. I mean I always prefer an actual book myself. We need to think of a way to get more people into the shop!”

As you continue to walk back to Bucky’s apartment the conversation takes a turn toward your mutual love for books and you’re reminded of Betty’s story of meeting James. “Hey Buck, do you think you should talk to your grandma about this? Maybe she can offer help since she has been a part of it for so long.” Bucky looks down at his shoes, kicking a rock away before his eyes meet yours again, “I’m afraid. She already lost grandpa; I can’t stand to see her in more pain.”

You rest your head against his chest and wrap your arms around his waist, “I know. We’ll think of something.” The two of you walk back to Bucky’s apartment slowly, mostly chatting about his grandparents. When you learn he hasn’t been to Coney Island since he was in his teens, you’re shocked but a plan forms in your head, one that gets you overly excited.

The next work week comes and goes with only one thing different than the last. You finally admit to yourself that you are totally and completely falling in love with Bucky. “And now I’m telling you because I had to tell someone, and I can’t tell him! It’s only be like two months!” You give Nat an exasperated look and sink to the floor in the kitchen, cookie in hand.

“Wow,” Nat says through a mouthful, “these are amazing! What kind did you say they were?” You pin her with a glare before yelling, “I just told you I’m in love with Bucky and you’re asking me about the cookies!!!” She laughs! A real loud and boisterous laugh that causes her to snort some cookie and start to choke. “Jeez, Nat, be careful,” you chide, standing and rubbing her back.

When she finally calms down and catches her breath, she pins you with a look, “I could have told you that you were in love with him after the first week. I was just waiting for you to admit it. Now. What kind of cookies are these? You have to add them to your book!” With a loud sigh you say, “double chocolate peanut butter.”

Nat rests her forearm on your shoulder, licking her fingers clean of crumbs, “listen y/n, he feels the same way. It’s written all over him. Just give it more time.” You grab another cookie from the plate, taking a bite and nodding your head in agreement. “I’m really excited about surprising him with a trip to Coney Island. I hope it makes him happy.” Nat takes the cookie from your hand, finishing it in one bite. “He’s gonna love it! And I’m gonna be sure Sam gives him the night off,” she winks through her mouth full.

Saturday arrives and you can’t control your excitement, bouncing around on your feet while making breakfast. “Doll, what is with you? Did you eat cupcakes or something while I was in the bathroom?” Bucky asks, grabbing your waist to hold you still. You turn in his arms and say, “nope,” popping the p. “Just happy it’s Saturday is all.” He reaches around you and grabs the eggs, smiling before walking to the table.

Just as he sits his phone dings with a message. “It’s early for anyone to be up and texting me other than you. And you’re here,” he says, confusion etched on his face. “It’s Sam.” You try to act surprised and maybe even a little worried, rushing over to wait for him to explain. “Oh wow!” Bucky exclaims, his smile wide, “Sam gave me the night off! He said Peter wanted to pick up an extra shift just for this week.”

You do a little happy dance, “that’s great! Now we have the whole evening free!” Bucky looks up at you, unable to stop smiling with how happy you are. But just as quickly as it comes his smile disappears and his lips turn down into a small frown. “What babe, what’s wrong?” you ask quickly, sitting next to him. “Maybe I shouldn’t take the night off, I kinda need all the money I can get right now.”

His eyes search yours and your stomach turns, cursing yourself for not thinking that he might feel this way. “I understand completely. If you feel you need to work, then you should. Definitely do what you’re most comfortable with.” His smile returns and he leans over to kiss you before saying, “you know what, fuck it. I haven’t had a Saturday off since the bar opened and I wanna take my best girl out on the town!”

You instantly feel better and give him a sly smile. “I have the perfect idea if you’re up for a surprise?” you ask, batting your lashes. He pulls you into his lap, whispering against your lips, “I’ll do whatever you want tonight, baby, I’m all yours.” You wiggle in his lap, your excitement infectious as he laughs along with you. Suddenly he still your hips, letting out a low growl, “listen beautiful, if you’re gonna continue hopping around in my lap like this, I’m gonna be late for the bookshop.” Raising your eyebrows, you slowly turn to face the table, grabbing the fork and eating a mouthful of eggs. “Sorry,” you mumble, but not before one more good wiggle.

You meet Bucky at the bookshop at closing. He’s in the back when you walk in, so you sit yourself on the counter and wait. He walks out in a tight blue tee shirt and jeans, your eyes wandering from his head to his toes. “Is this ok for where we’re going? I didn’t know if I needed to be more dressed up, so I brought a button down.” Sliding off the counter you walk around it and say, “it’s perfect.” He grabs your hand and gives you a twirl, your light cotton dress skirt floating up and around your legs as you giggle. “You look amazing as always.”

You had an uber ready and waiting for you outside the shop and Bucky gives you a surprised smile. “Riding in style tonight, huh?” You giggle, sliding inside the backseat while Bucky holds the door. The whole ride over you keep him engaged in conversation, hoping to divert his attention from where you are going. You make as far as the tunnel before Bucky says anything, his face lit up by the overhead lights.

“Are we in the battery tunnel?” he asks, his tone laced with excited surprise. “Mayyyybbbeee,” you say, shrugging, “just shush and enjoy the ride.” Raising a brow, he puts his hands up and replies, “ok, I promise to just go with it. I won’t ask questions.” You scoot over so he can wrap his arm around you. “So, tell me more about how you met Steve and Sam?”

Bucky tries so hard to keep his eyes on you for the entire ride but as you take the exit to Ocean Parkway, he can’t help but look out the window, his whole face lighting up as he spins around in his seat. “You’re taking me to Coney Island?!!?” he shouts, whipping back around to smush you to his chest. “Does that mean you’re happy?” you ask, your voice muffled in his shirt. “Yes,” he whispers, lifting your face to his, “so happy.” He kisses you before you can reply and you melt against him, forgetting all about your surroundings.

The uber pulls to a stop on Surf Ave, the cool ocean breeze hitting you as soon as you open the car door. You inhale deeply, the salty air filling your lungs and bringing you peace. You sneak a look at Bucky, his eyes wide and bright as he takes it all in. Before you can ask where he wants to go first, he grabs hold of your hand and starts walking toward the Wonder Wheel.

“Will ya go on with me doll?” You couldn’t say no to him even if you wanted to, nodding your head vigorously as you get closer. “I haven’t been on here in…shit, probably over 12 years!” After getting your tickets you get on the line, Bucky’s arm draped over your shoulder as he tells you about his Coney Island memories.

He helps you onto the car, sitting next you and pulling you close. “Oh man, I can’t believe it,” he says, looking out over the park. You watch as the bright and colorful lights dance in the reflection of his eyes, your mouth opening to speak as the wheel starts to turn. “Y/n! Look!” he shouts, pointing out toward the water just as the fireworks start. You pull yourself away, looking out over the ocean as the sky explodes into a rainbow of colors.

As you stare at the bursts of light your mind races over the words you’ve been harboring for weeks. The words about to explode off your tongue louder than the fireworks. His name comes out as a whisper as you turn your head toward him, finding that his eyes are settled on your face. “I love you.” He says the words and they ring out over the booms; louder and clearer than any others you’ve heard before.

You can feel your whole face light up and your heart swell before you repeat the words back. “I love you, Bucky.” His smile matches yours as he dips his head, kissing your lips and pouring everything into it, the bright lights and loud sounds fading away.

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Stark Spangled Banner

Ch53: I’d Like A Bloody Mary, Please.

Intro: The team plan their Time Heist and figure out exactly where, when and how to get the Infinity Stones.

Warnings: Bad Language words. Some pretty dirty Smut in this one! (NSFW) No under 18s.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

A/N: @angrybirdcr is my SSB edit BAE

Chapter 52

Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist // Main Masterlist

After some grumbling from Emmy about it being a “ridiculously, god-forsaken time on a Saturday morning” to which Steve had quipped back that there were two six o’clocks in a day, the Rogers family, plus bags and a dog were leaving their Brooklyn home behind and heading to the compound for the foreseeable. Once they arrived, Steve effortlessly grabbed the bags from the car, Emmy picking up her rucksack and following him into the base, whilst Lucky raced off over the grounds to greet Clint who had clearly been on an early morning jog. Jamie shot off after him and Katie headed behind at a slower pace. She watched as Jamie reached the dog who was receiving an ear scratch from Clint and laughed out loud when Jamie straightened up and gave Clint the ‘I’m watching you’ sign with his hands. The Archer’s head fell back as he roared with laughter and Jamie stalked off, complete with sandy coloured dog at his heels, casting a filthy glance over his shoulder to double check Clint wasn’t following.

“Tony taught him that!” Katie explained as Clint looked at her. “I really should tell him off for being so rude but damned, he loves that dog.”

“Well Lucky clearly loves him.” Clint smiled, watching the two as they gambolled over the lawns “You can relax Nova, I’m not gonna steal him back.”

“Good. Because Steve and I would be really screwed if you did.”

Clint threw his arms around her and gave her a squeeze before he headed inside for a shower. Katie called Jamie back and they walked into the compound and down to their living quarters. Steve gave her a quick peck before heading off to the briefing room to meet Tony and Bruce, whilst Katie made sure the kids were settled.

“We’re only doing the brain storming today.” She looked at Emmy. “So if you wanna go out in the grounds feel free but just watch him, okay? And stay away from the labs!”

“Yes, Mom.” Emmy nodded.

“If you need us just ask FRIDAY. We’ll probably break for a late breakfast, or brunch, in an hour or so.”

Emmy nodded and Katie dropped a kiss to Jamie’s head as he was sat furiously scribbling at his latest drawing. She loved how he had taken to art like his dad. Emmy also had a natural talent for it, and it made Katie almost jealous. She had often joked to Steve how she couldn’t even draw curtains.

She headed down the familiar corridors and arrived at the briefing room, grabbing a coffee from the waiting batch someone, she suspected Natasha, had ordered in. Taking a place at the edge of the room besides Clint, she perched on the arm of the sofa next to Rocket and looked up. There were a number of hologram displays, showcasing each of the six Infinity Stones and the rest of the group sat round the room whilst Tony, Steve and Bruce were pacing at the front ready to lead the planning of the mission. They were deep in conversation, and Tony pressed something which made one of the holograms flip to the forefront, the one bearing the Aether or the Reality Stone as they knew it. Katie took a long drag from her coffee.

“Kids okay?” Steve asked as he approached her, dropping a kiss to her head. She nodded.

“Jamie was scribbling away, Emmy was doing something on her laptop, not sure what, she’s being cagey.”

“She got a boy on the go?” Steve frowned. “Do I need my shotgun?”

Clint snorted and Katie grinned as she looked up. “No idea, and if she has threatening whoever it is ain’t gonna help, she’ll just call you a moron or something.”

“She’s right.” Rhodey smirked as he took a seat next to Natasha, overhearing on his way past “Gotta keep it cool, Cap. Although I seem to remember Tony flipping out at your first boyfriend, what was his name?.”

Katie snorted. “Michael Swanson, Mikey.” She sighed. “He was a nice guy.” Steve arched an eyebrow at her. “What?” she laughed, looking up at him. “I was sixteen. Mikey only lasted a year, surprised he made it that long to be honest after Tony threatened him with a blowtorch the first time I introduced them.”

“A blow torch?” Steve pondered. “Now that’s an idea…”

Katie narrowed her eyes at him. “No.”

He gave her a cheeky grin then looked up as Tony called across the room “If you two have finished gazing into each other’s eyes thought we could start.”

“Bite me.” Katie quipped to her brother as her husband returned back to the front of the room and took his place. Katie watched as Steve Rogers disappeared and Captain America emerged and smiled to herself softly at how easy he had retreated back to his Avenger persona, as he effortlessly commanded the attention of the room.

“Okay so the ‘how’ works,” Steve began as he looked at the screens to his side, “now we gotta figure out the when and the where.” He glanced out at the room. “Almost all of us has had an encounter with at least one of the six Infinity Stones.”

“Well I’d substitute the word encounter for damn well near been killed by one of the six Infinity Stones.” Tony shrugged, sipping his coffee as he walked in front of the displays, looking at the Avengers assembled in front of him.

“I haven’t.” Scott held his hand up. “I don’t even know what the hell you’re all talking about”

“Regardless, we only have enough Pym Particles for one round trip each.” Banner circled the table to the front of the room “And these stones have been in a lot of different places throughout history.”

“Our history.” Tony nodded, pacing as he talked. “So, not a lot of convenient spots to just drop in.”

“Which means we have to pick our targets.” Clint added as Tony passed by him.

“Correct.” Tony pointed to him with the hand holding his coffee cup.

“So, let’s start with the Aether.” Steve nodded, hands on his belt buckle as he stood in front of Banner and looked to the corner of the room. “Thor, whaddya know?”

Everyone turned their attention to the god. He was sat on a chair in the far right of the room with his sunglasses on, left hand resting on his belly which was exposed as his grubby top had ridden up slightly. He looked like an absolute hobo. Katie hated seeing him like this, but they needed him to pay attention and now, well he was making it impossible to tell whether he was awake or asleep. His lack of response, however, made Steve believe it was the latter. He drew in a frustrated breath as Natasha spoke, voicing his suspicions.

“Is he asleep?” She asked, pen clutched in her left hand.

“No, I’m pretty sure he’s dead.” Rhodey deadpanned.

Katie sighed, drained the last of her coffee and stood up. She took a step forward and launched the empty cup at Thor. Her aim was impeccable as ever and it hit him softly in the middle of his forehead. Clint gave her a hi-five at her shot and Steve rolled his eyes, a smirk tugging on one corner of his mouth as Thor jerked awake.

“What?” he asked, looking around. “Yes, I, what was the question?”

“Infinity Stones, planning a huge mission.” Katie spoke slowly almost as if to a child. “We need to know what you know about the Aether.”

“Oh, yes, of course Little Stark.” Thor pushed himself up with a groan. Katie watched as he made his way unsteadily to the screens. Clint pushed himself off the wall he had been leaning on and took up the empty seat between Rhodey and Natasha

“Where to start? Umm,” Thor began, taking his glasses off and squinting at the light of the room, “the Aether, first, is not a stone, someone called it a stone before.” He pointed at Steve who frowned, puzzled, as Thor continued. “It’s more of a, err, an angry sludge thing, so…” he tipped his head back dropping eye drops into his left eye and pinched the bridge of his nose, “someone’s gonna need to amend that.”

Steve exchanged a glance with his wife at the same time Rhodey and Clint looked at one another. Was he drunk? Hungover? Both? The Captain frowned again as Thor continued, Tony stood not far from him, chewing on a plastic coffee stirrer, peering at Thor over his glasses.

“Here’s an interesting story though, many years ago my grandfather had to hide the stones from the Dark Elves…wooooh, scary beings.” Thor waggled his fingers to imitate a spooky ghost and Katie heard Rocket give out a little sigh from where he sat beside her, holding his paw up to his head, rubbing it slightly. She then looked at Nebula who was occupying the spot Clint had been in and the blue woman shrugged. “So Jane…” an image of the scientist popped up and Thor looked at it, grinning, “oh, there she is. That’s Jane. She’s an old flame of mine.” He pointed to the screen with his sunglasses “She, she stuck her hand inside a rock this one time and then the Aether stuck itself inside her.”

Now Steve was utterly confused and perplexed. He folded his arms and the crease between his brows deepened as he cocked his head slightly to the side as Thor continued to ramble on.

“And, she became very, very sick. So I had to take her to Asgard, which is where I’m from.”

Everyone in the room began to look around at one another in utter exasperation, all except Lang who was eagerly mopping up the information, smiling slightly and nodding.

“And we had to try and fix her. We were dating at the time, you see. I got to introduce her to my Mother, who’s dead,” at that point Thor’s face crumpled slightly and the God looked utterly broken. Banner began waving his hand across his throat signalling Tony to call time and Katie stood up from where she had been sat and headed towards him. “And oh you know, Jane and I aren’t even dating anymore, these things happen though you know, nothing last forever.”

“Why don’t you come and sit down?” Katie suggested to him gently, patting his chest as both her and Tony reached him, Tony gently pushing on his shoulder, guiding him back towards his chair.

“I’m not done yet,” Thor looked at the Stark siblings in turn as Rhodey and Clint shared another glance, Clint’s mouth hanging open in utter bewilderment, “the only thing permanent in life is impermanence.”

Tony clapped his hands together and nodded at the God. “Awesome.”

“Thank you.” Thor acknowledged.

“Eggs? Breakfast?” Katie asked, looking at him.

“No,” Thor chuckled, “I’d like a Bloody Mary.”

Steve exhaled, and rubbed at his brow. This was not how he wanted the day to start. He turned to the Raccoon, hoping that he would be more use. “Rocket, you mentioned something about the Aether the other night.”

“Yeah, when we knew Thanos was chasing it half my team headed to Knowhere, which is a place manned by an idiot called the Collector, at least it was.”

“I had my friends take it to the Collector once we had retrieved it back from Jane.” Thor cut in again as he slumped down in his chair, adding his first thing of real use to the conversation. “My friends, they’re all dead too.”

“So then surely going to Knowhere is our best bet?” Natasha added but Rocket shook his head.

“The Collector, when I call him an idiot, he is an idiot, but he’s also a crafty bastard. You’ll not get it from him without something to trade, unless you wanna go in for a full firefight. And you risk him tipping Thanos off in the process, and we don’t want him to know what we’re doing, regardless of what year it is when we do it.”

“No, we need to do this discreetly.” Steve agreed.

“Thor,” Katie spoke sternly and he looked at her, “how did you get the Aether out of Jane?”

Out of Jane…what the fuck?

“Malekith, he was the King of the Dark elves, he did it.” Thor shrugged. “Before we had a huge fight and he killed Loki. Or didn’t kill him, as it turns out. That was Thanos in the end.”

“That doesn’t sound like an option either.” Bruce shook his head.

“So then our logical opportunity is Asgard.” Katie looked around the room. “Get the Aether out of Jane before this Dark Elf guy does?”

Steve positively beamed at her. She was fucking awesome at this type of stuff. Her brain was so logical, even when everyone else was frustrated she could see details incredibly, analyse and draw conclusions like no one he knew, not even Tony. She looked at him and flushed slightly, knowing full well what he was thinking, he’d told her enough and she gave a small shrug.

“So Asgard.” Tony nodded. “FRIDAY, capture that.”

“Got it.” She spoke, and by the picture of the stone the location flashed up.

“Thor, timescale?” Tony turned to him. But to no avail, he’d nodded off again. “Alright, we’ll come back to that when Sleeping Beauty is back with us.”

Knowing that was about as far as they were going to get on that particular stone for the time being, the team agreed it was a logical place to break for a coffee and breakfast and they all headed to the kitchen, Katie picking the kids up on the way. There was a selection of food already waiting, Tony (or Pepper, as the case really was) having re-stocked the kitchen fully for them, ordering in a large selection of pastries and donuts. Steve watched as Jamie settled in a seat between his Uncle and Natasha, happily munching on an apricot fruit whirl, chatting away. Emmy was talking to Bruce, no doubt about some other science project she was working on, whilst Katie leaned against the counter, picking off bits of a croissant as she poured out coffees for everyone. Except Thor that is, who true to his word, had sauntered in a few minutes after the rest of them with a Bloody Mary in his hands, Natasha narrowing her eyes and telling him he better not have used the good vodka.

Steve had a suspicion there was more likely to be Asgardian Liquor in there than normal strength vodka.

They all ate, the mood slightly bolstered by the fact they were pretty much one down on the Infinity Stones, and Thor was even with it enough to give them an accurate time frame too. Something which set Steve at ease as he’d been a little edgy the God was going to lose it completely.

The rest of the day continued in that vain. The next stone they discussed was the Space Stone, or the Tesseract, which was very much Steve’s domain, although Thor- seemingly pepped up after his Bloody Mary- was able to give them a potted history of the item once Steve had explained his encounter with it and The Red Skull during the war.

“It was used by various ancient civilisations before coming into the Asgardians hands where it was kept in my father’s vault.” He spoke clearly. “He eventually brought it to Earth, don’t ask me why, and it was left in Tonsberg where it was guarded by devout worshippers.”

“SHIELD had it until the early nineties.” Katie then picked up as she knew this bit from the research she had done, digging into files and also from a download she had requested from Carol, the woman finally getting back to her late the previous evening. She moved her hand over her tablet and projected the information. “It was used and studied under ‘Project Pegasus’ until a lady called Mar Vel hid it in her laboratory. Then Danvers took full brunt of its power on an accident. But when Danvers found it again, it was given back to SHIELD and they had it right until it was given back to Thor, full circle.”

“And it stayed in Odin’s Vault until Loki stole it and brought it onto the Asgardian ship that Thanos took it from.” Bruce nodded.

“When he killed half my people.” Thor growled.

“So, is Asgard the best place to get that too?” Clint asked. “I mean we can’t get it from the ship?”

“Possibly.” Thor popped a shoulder as he scratched his head. “It would take some doing to get the Aether and the Tesseract and escape without trouble. It might be wise to consider an alternative time and location.”

“Preferably not New Mexico.” Clint mumbled, and Katie grinned at him.

Their discussions continued through the day, and when the evening light started to close in, Tony suggested a few hours down time before reconvening over dinner, which would allow Katie and Steve to settle the kids for the evening. Katie offered to cook again but Steve shook his head.

“No.” He refused, she’d been up all day, she’d made lunch, and he didn’t want her slipping into the routine of doing it all the time for the group, despite how much she said she enjoyed it. “You’ve done enough, we’ll sort the kids and get takeout, does that suit everyone?”

The group nodded eagerly and started to file out of the room. Katie stood up and cricked her neck as Steve crossed to look at the screen, the image of the tesseract rotated in front of him on one, the image of the Valkyrie airship on the other. He let out a loud sigh. His initial idea had been to split the Avengers into smaller groups to retrieve the stones individually, but he was worried now. There didn’t seem like there was going to be any chance of getting some of them without a full fire fight, and there was no way they could do that apart. Katie, recognising the look on his face as he was agonising over his strategy, crossed the room and slipped her arms round his waist.

“It’ll work out.” She told him softly and he bent his head towards her so she could kiss his cheek. “This is why we’re here, remember? It’s what we do.”

Rhodey approached them to the other side of Steve. “Not meaning to eves drop but she’s right.” He smiled. “Might takes us a bit of time but we’ll come up with something, Cap.”

“Yeah, I know.” Steve chewed the inside of his cheek, looking at the images on the screen.

“You got a lot of history with that thing.” Rhodey pondered thoughtfully as he nodded at the Tesseract.

“You’re not wrong.” Steve muttered. At one point it had felt like everything had centred on that damned cube.

“So you and this Red Skull, you fought him?” Rhodey asked.

Katie looked at him, frowning. “Do you not know the story about how my dad found it?”

Rhodey shrugged “Kinda, but there’s gaps.”

“Well me and the Howling Commandos systematically took Hydra down.” Steve spoke, his eyes not moving from the image. “But we never found Schmidt’s hideout. So we mounted an op to capture Armin Zola who told us where his final base was and all about his plan. So we stormed it, only Schmidt escaped. Which is how I ended up on the plane.”

“So what happened to the Tesseract then?” Rhodey asked, keen to fill the gaps in his knowledge.

“Ended up at the bottom of the ocean, which is where Howard found it. Fell out of the plane right before I had to crash it.”

“Yeah, I’ve been meaning to ask, why did you have to crash the plane anyway?”

“There were bombs on board.” Steve answered.

“Bombs on board, right.” Rhodey turned back to the screen “And you couldn’t just jump out of the plane before it crashed?”

Before Steve could answer, Rhodey patted him on the shoulder.

“Hind-sight eh Cap?” And with that he turned to leave the room.

Steve looked at his wife who grinned at him. “Don’t.” He began with a sigh.

She laughed, her arms snaking round his neck. “If you had jumped off that plane, you wouldn’t have spent sixty-five years taking a cold nap and we would never have met. Maybe it was just fate.”

Steve groaned as his hands locked at the bottom of her back. “Fate, my ass. The damned thing was on auto-pilot, I had no choice. If I could have jumped, I would. I don’t believe in fate, you-“

“Make your own luck, yeah I know.” Katie smiled as he gave her a peck on the lips.

He shook his head, looked at the screen once more before he turned to Katie and took a breath. “Come on, let’s settle the kids for the night and then we can eat.”

****

“Okay, so,” Steve looked up, swallowing his mouthful of chow-mein, “we’ve looked at the Aether, the Space stone, how about the power stone? What do we know about this one?”

“Thanos employed Ronan the Accuser, a Kree warrior, to retrieve it for him only before he could obtain it, it was stolen by our friend. He intrusted it to the Nova Corps on Xandar for safe keeping.” Nebula spoke, Katie looking over to her.

“The what?” Natasha asked, furiously making notes as she ate.

“Nova Corps, they’re, or they were an Intergalactic Military and Police force of the Nova Empire.” Rocket added, looking around to see more blank faces “Seriously? You guys don’t know about them?”

“We’re not exactly versed on Cosmic Security forces, no.” Tony deadpanned, drawing a snort from Clint.

“Well I suppose it doesn’t matter really.” Rocket hopped up onto the table. “What matters is where we can get that stone.” he began pacing in front of everyone. “So Quill said he stole the Power Stone from Morag.”

“Quill, is that a place?” someone asked.

“Morag’s a planet. Quill was a person.” Rocket corrected.

“A planet? Like in outer space?” Scott swallowed, his eyes lighting up. Steve had to smile, Scott was still getting used to things that the other Avengers simply took for granted now. Other planets and aliens existed, it was fact to them. To Lang it was still astounding. Rocket picked up on this fact and smirked.

“Oh, look. It’s like a little puppy, all happy and everything.” He bent over and ruffled Scott’s hair, and when he spoke again his voice made Katie snort, as it was one Steve often adopted when talking to Lucky. “Do you wanna go to space? You wanna go to space, puppy? I’ll get you to space.”

At that Tony’s voice cut sternly across the table.

“Hey Trash Panda, back on track, come on.” He clicked his fingers.

“Trash Panda?” Rocket looked at him indignantly as there were titters of laughter round the table. “Well that’s just fucking rude.”

Rocket went on to explain about the Battle of Xandar, whereby he and the other Guardians of the Galaxy managed to use the power stone between them to save the planet. It was when he mentioned jokingly something about a ‘dance off to save the universe’ that Katie noticed Tony stiffen. Without a word her brother stood up and walked to the doors that led to the small outside area. She gently squeezed Steve’s shoulder, he too noticing Tony’s exit, and wordlessly went after him.

“You okay Tone?” She asked, pulling the door closed behind her as she followed him out to the little patio area.

“Yeah, I just, well I heard that story before, from Quill, you know, about the dance off? It just reminded me of Parker that’s all.” He sighed, looking up at the sky. “He was teasing Quill about Footloose being a shit film and I just told him to shut up.” At that he fell silent and Katie looped her arm round his waist, his falling over her shoulder.

“You really cared about the kid didn’t you?”

Tony sighed, squeezing her shoulder. ”Yeah. I did.”

“We’re so close to doing it.” She looked at him. “So fucking close, Tone. And then you can tell him to his face.”

*****

From the other side of the window Steve watched the siblings as they shared a moment, Tony dropping a kiss to Katie’s head.

“They okay?” Natasha asked, drawing up to his side.

“Yeah, they’ll be fine.” Steve turned to her.

“I think we’re just about wrapped up.” Nat nodded her head to the table. “I think our best shot is to go to Morag and shadow this Quill to see where he found the stone.”

Steve nodded. “Sounds logical.”

He turned back to watch Tony and Katie who were now both looking up at the sky, Tony pointing at something, Katie giving a little laugh as she playfully gave him a dig with her elbow, causing Tony to laugh as well.

“Feels good doesn’t it?” Nat spoke again, and Steve looked at her. “Actually being back together, doing something.”

“I know these past five years have been shitty for you, Nat.” Steve said gently and she shrugged.

“It’s not all been bad. Seeing you and Katie bring up the kids has been kinda awesome.”

He smiled and pulled her into a hug. “You know, we couldn’t have done it without you.”

Nat smiled and then took a deep breath. “It’s getting late.”

Steve looked at his watch and blinked. It was almost midnight. He nodded.

“Okay, tell everyone to wrap up, we’ll reconvene in the morning, say eight-ish over breakfast?”

She nodded and walked back into the room she’d left before. Steve gently opened the door that led to the outside and both Katie and Tony turned to face him.

“We’re finishing up for the evening.” He smiled gently “Back to it tomorrow morning.”

Tony nodded and Katie gave him a last hug before she turned away and followed Steve inside.

“Everything okay?” Steve asked she stepped inside.

Katie nodded. “He was just having a moment, thinking about the Parker, that’s all. Then he got on some rambling story about stupid shit I used to say as a kid.” She took a deep breath as Steve slid his arm over her shoulder. “He was talking about how I once told him I was going to be an astronaut and fly amongst the stars. That’s why ‘Drops Of Jupiter’ will always be our song.”

“Well, you might not be an Astronaut, but you got up to space.” Steve pointed out and she gave a little laugh, before she sighed.

“Yeah, suppose I did.”

*****

"Is it weird to feel like I kinda miss this place a little bit?” Katie turned to look at Steve as he walked out of the en-suite in nothing but his boxers. “I mean, I know it’s not like we’ve never been back in here since we moved but still…”

“No, I don’t think so.” Stev shook his head, crossing the room towards where she was stood by the window. He wrapped his arms around her, dropping his chin to her shoulder. “This was our home for a while after all, sometimes I still miss DC, you know.”

“Yeah.” Katie turned in his arms. “Although I think I prefer our home now.”

He smiled and dropped a kiss to her lips. “My home is wherever you are baby"

"That’s so lame!” Katie snorted.

“Hey.” Steve pouted, mock hurt flooding his face causing her to laugh even more.

“You wanna unpack, Soldier?” She asked, patting his chest, nodding to the case that lay at the foot of the bed.

“Tomorrow.” He mumbled, dropping his mouth to hers again, his hands sliding down her back until he gripped her ass and easily hauled her up against him. She giggled as she wrapped her legs round his waist, a sound he would never tire of hearing.

“You got other plans for me, Stevie?” She teased. Steve looked at his wife and with a quirk of his eyebrow he smirked as he carried her towards the bed.

"I distinctly remember you reminding me that this room is soundproof, and I intend on making the most of us not having to worry about disturbing the kids.”

He dropped her gently onto the soft mattress and she smiled at him, reaching up to brush back the longer locks of his hair that had fallen forward over his forehead, before her hand made it round to the back, tangling in the shorter ones at the nape of his neck, pulling him down to kiss her.

And that was it. Suddenly he was pulling the t-shirt off her, his mouth nipping and sucking at her bare chest as she writhed and keened underneath him. His hand worked into the waistband of the shorts she was wearing and she gasped as he slid his fingers into her.

“I love you, I love you so fucking much.” He sighed, making her groan again as he continued to tease her with his hand. Eventually she couldn’t take it anymore and she wriggled underneath him.

“You want something?” He asked and she raised her head, glowering at him.

“Steve if you don’t fuck me right now I swear to God I’ll-“

“You’ll what?” He teased, his fingers curling against her spot and she gasped. “What you gonna do?”

“I’ll tell Jamie where you hide your stash of British Chocolate.” She looked at him and his hand paused.

“You wouldn’t!” His eyes widened, horrified at her threat.

“Oh I would.” She smirked.

“I don’t like being threatened,” his eyes darkened, “especially when it’s simply because you’re being a brat and not getting what you want.”

“Yeah?” She propped herself up on her elbows before she smirked and replayed his words right back to him. “What you gonna do?”

With a grin Steve sat up, grabbed her hips and flipped her over, lowering himself down again. He hovered over her, chest to his back, his mouth tracing a line down her spine as she continued to whimper. His lips formed a smirk against her skin and, as he reached the dip of spine he wriggled out of his boxers and grasped her hips, pulling her ass off the bed. He easily discarded her underwear, another pair he had shredded, but he didn’t give a fuck.

He positioned himself behind her, tip of his cock teasing her entrance. “This what you want?” He practically purred and she groaned.

“Yes, Jesus Christ! Just fuck me already, Steve!”

In a swift movement he buried himself in her and her face dropped to the pillow, muffling her moans.

“Not tonight, Kitten” he growled, as his hand reached out and gripped her hair and he pulled gently on her loose braid, so she was propped up on her elbows. “I told you, I wanna hear you.”

Katie bit her lip as he started moving, hard, fast, deep. Every thrust was rocking her very core and she was putty in his hands within minutes. His hips snapped back and forth, loud grunts and groans filled the room, mingling with the sound of skin slapping on skin as he continued his ferocious pace, his hand on her shoulder pulling her back onto him with every thrust he made.

It was crude, coarse, animalistic, a far cry from their love making the night before but no less pleasurable for either of them.

Katie’s hands fisted into the sheets, her toes curling, her entire body trembling as the pleasure mounted, his cock brushing her walls. Tearing his eyes off the sight of his cock disappearing over and over again into her, Steve bent over her to nip at her neck, a little harder than usual, and he spoke into her ear with a growl. “You feel so good. So fucking good.”

"So do you.” She moaned to him as he kept up his relentless pace, and she felt the release creeping up through her belly. “Shit, Captain…”

“Come for me, Doll.” Steve groaned and a loud cry ripped from her throat as her hands fisted tighter around the sheets and her entire body shook. Unable to control herself she collapsed and in a flash Steve curled his arm around her waist, holding her up. A few short thrusts later and he was done, giving into the ecstasy himself and he collapsed forward, letting Katie down as gently as he could before he face planted onto the bed, sweating and spent. Katie was led front down next to him, breathing deeply into her pillow. Eventually she mustered the strength to turn her head, only to see Steve led on his stomach, looking at her, a smug grin on his face.

“Fucking hell.” She mumbled and he laughed, reaching out to brush her hair behind her ear.

****

“How long did you fight these guys?” Rocket asked, standing on his chair. They were watching footage of the Battle of New York, having started on the analysis of the Mind Stone. The obvious point, as Steve had said to Natasha the previous evening, had been the time in New York when both the Tesseract and Loki’s Sceptre were present. Katie looked at him across the table which was laden with half eaten bowls of eggs, bagels and a Bloody Mary for Thor.

“Oh I dunno, two, two or three hours.” Katie shrugged, glancing at Tony who was sat behind the animal, an electric razor in his hand as he trimmed his beard. He nodded his concurrence as did Natasha.

“Hours?” The raccoon scoffed. “The Chitauri are the suckiest army in the galaxy, why didn’t you just blow up the mothership?”

A silence fell across the room and Katie exchanged a glance with Thor who looked at the Racoon, narrowing his eyes.

“We didn’t know that was a thing.” Steve muttered, somewhat lamely from his vantage point-stood behind his wife, arms folded across his grey Henley clad chest.

“YOU DIDN’T KNOW THAT WAS A THING!” The raccoon bellowed and began to howl with laughter. Thor was still looking at him, now with the piece of celery from his drink held in his hand, almost like he was wielding his axe. Steve could tell he was debating throwing it at the animal and part of him really wanted the God to hit him right on the snout with it. The Soldier’s attention flitted to Tony who gave an angry, silent huff and stood up. He held a finger to his lips, telling Steve to keep quiet and he simply raised an eyebrow watching as his brother in law nonchalantly stepped over to the racoon who was still laughing

“EVERYONE KNOWS…THAT’s A-” the gleeful gloating was cut off as Tony ran his razor straight up the racoon’s back, shaving a line into his fur.

Katie spat out the coffee she had been drinking, choking as Scott began howling with laugher. Banner’s roars filled the room and even Steve couldn’t help himself as he threw his head back in glee, clutching his chest as his laughter rang out. Natasha was snorting too and Thor pointed his celery stick at him.

“That serves you right, Rabbit.”

“That’s a shitty thing to do!” Rocket glared at Tony, who shrugged.

“Stop being an asshole then.” Tony shrugged simply, and the Raccoon sat down, arms folded. As they continued to discuss their plan for getting their hands on the sceptre, Katie couldn’t help but snigger as his paw kept straying to the naked line of skin which stretched up his back.

An hour later they were another stone down, and Steve was feeling bolstered. Tony took himself off to the lab, realising that they were making fast progress and he wanted to start working on their own gauntlet for when they brought the stones back, Thor going with him to advise as he explained the stones had to be in a certain order to harness their power correctly. Nobody bothered to tell the God they all had a picture of Thanos’ glove imprinted in their minds forever.

The rest of them were sat on various sofas and chairs by the large windows as Nebula explained about the Soul Stone, telling them that Thanos found it on Vormir.

“What is Vormir?” Natasha asked in a very business-like manner as she scribbled on a pad where she was sat on the arm of the sofa, feet on the cushioned seat. Katie was perched on the edge of the arm next to her, in an identical position almost, with her left arm gently looping round Steve’s right thigh, her hand coming to rest on the inside of his leg, just above his knee, her hand stayed still, relishing the feel of his solid muscle against her palm.

“A dominion of death, at the very centre of Celestial existence.” Nebula explained. Nat paused looking up as the woman’s voice grew sombre. Katie noticed she had tears in her eyes. “It’s where Thanos murdered my sister.”

Steve looked down, arms folded, as an awkward silence fell on the room. Katie exchanged a glance with Natasha, then Clint, no one knowing what to say. Steve took a deep breath, Nat began scribbling again.

“Not it.” Scott muttered.

Steve let out an exasperated breath and glared at him.

“What?” Scott asked, innocently

They broke then for lunch. Once they had eaten, Steve took a break, taking Jamie and Emmy outside to play a bit of ball as their son was growing restless. Katie knew it wasn’t easy for him to relinquish control but she encouraged him to take a bit of time with the kids, Clint and Rhodey joining in so they could form teams. Thor disappeared off with Rocket and Nebula somewhere, most likely to raid the booze cabinet, whilst Katie, Tony, Nat and Banner continued their brainstorming.

The siblings lay on the large table, surrounded by papers and books they’d been making notes in, Natasha lounging in a chair whilst Bruce lay on the floor.

“That Time Stone guy.” Nat spoke, tapping a pen against her teeth.

“Doctor Strange.” Bruce offered his name up.

“Yeah, what kind of doctor was he?”

“Ear-nose-throat meets rabbit from a hat.” Tony quipped, making Katie snort as she looked up at the ceiling.

“Nice place in the village, though.” Banner mused.

“Yeah. Sullivan Street?” Tony asked, his hand pinching his nose as he tried to think of the address.

“Bleecker.” Banner corrected.

Suddenly something in Katie’s mind clicked and she sat up slightly. “Wait, he lived in New York?”

“No. He lived in Toronto.” Tony groaned sarcastically and Katie dug him harshly with her elbow. “Yes, he lived in New York.”

Katie looked at Natasha as she sat bolt upright, understanding immediately.

“Guys, if you pick the right year, there are three stones in New York.” Nat pointed out what Katie had seen.

Tony paused, before he tilted his head to look at his sister who raised an eyebrow grinning at him, as Bruce sat up suddenly in surprise.

“Shut the front door!” Banner looked around at Natasha, then Katie.

“Three stones, one bird.” Natasha quipped, smirking.

*****

Steve felt the familiar bristle of adrenaline as he looked at the holograms which were displaying the different locations and dates. His eyes not leaving the displays for a second, he spoke clearly and confidently “All right. We have a plan.” He walked up towards the screens. “Six Stones, three teams. One shot.”

The other Avengers gathered behind their Captain as they all either rose from their seats or stepped forward from where they had been stood, staring at the screens, the determination seeping from every single one of them hovered in the air which was practically crackling with anticipation.

Katie slipped her hand into Steve’s and he looked round at them all.

“Get some rest, we’ll reconvene first thing in the morning to make the final preparations. We go first light the morning after.”

The team all began to excitedly chatter and move about and Tony stopped, turning to Katie and Steve.

“We’ll take the kids up to the house tomorrow afternoon.” He nodded “I know we’ll only be gone for seconds but…”

Both Katie and Steve agreed, neither of them wanted them around whilst the Stones were at the compound.

“They can stay there until we’ve done the, reverse snap, the ‘pans…’” He quipped, saying the word backwards and Steve rolled his eyes.

*****

Katie had tears in her eyes when she bid the kids and Lucky goodbye the next afternoon, but she had to laugh when Jamie showed her the huge bag of M&Ms Natasha had sent him off with, along with a kiss and a cuddle from his favourite Aunt to keep him going until she saw him next time. She’d also slipped Emmy a crisp twenty instructing her to spend it when Pepper took them into the small village near where they lived to visit the Art Store the Teenager loved so much.

Steve eventually managed to steer Katie out of Pepper and Tony’s house, back to the car, Tony lingering slightly longer to say goodbye to Pepper. The drive home was almost completely silent, the three of them lost in their thoughts. They hadn’t been on a mission together with the full original team in over seven years. It felt odd, yet strangely familiar.

After a final bit of prep, Katie trying on her cat-suit, surprised to see it actually fit, they collapsed into bed, although neither of them could sleep. Katie turned over, scooting closer to Steve as she lay her head on his chest, her mind churning. Over the mission, over the stones, over the kids. Steve let out a sigh and kissed her head.

“I know you’re nervous…”

“I’m not nervous.” Katie shook her head against his chest. “Steve, I’m terrified.”

Steve closed his eyes and sighed, whilst the last five years had overall been kind to him and his family, he was desperate to bring everyone back. Not just for himself, but for the entire world, universe even. He hated failure, hated feeling like they could have done more. And this time tomorrow they’d know one way or another whether they truly had one final shot at undoing it all.

And if not, well, the last five years were about to become their forever reality, and it really would be time to quit.

*** Chapter 54

**Original Posting**

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thadelightfulone · 4 years ago

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All I Want... 25 Days of Christmas Challenge, Day 6

November 21st - Part 3

DeeDee heard both her phone and computer go off at the same time. She sighed, turned away from the computer and picked up the phone. She decided to see what the girls had to say first.

Phyll: DeeDee. We can just hit the hookah spot tonight. No club.

Bev: Yeah, and you know you love the wings from Hakeem’s place. It’s a win-win for all of us.

“Ooooh, Hakeem’s wings.” Her stomach gurgled at the thought. “Ok, maybe not.”

DeeDee: Sorry ladies. I have a bottle of wine and a very interesting book calling my name. But you two have fun.

Bev: Fine. Next week, then?

DeeDee: Yes, Bev. Definitely next week, I have no class or work.

Bev: Great.

Phyll: Punk.

DeeDee: Love you both. Night.

Bev: Night.

Phyll: Yeah.

DeeDee slid the phone on the coffee table and picked up the computer. Now, back to her book. She clicked on Erik’s email and started to read.

SUBJECT: RE: ‘MgYHeArTaNdSOULa’

Ms. DeeDee,

There is no need to pout. I promise you that.

So, you want a career in teaching. You love to see it. I think that is amazing.

It reminds me of the work I started when I first came to the Center. I used to run an afterschool science program for the local kids. With the same goal as you, I wanted more of us in STEM careers, looking out for us.

Reading. I wish I had more time to do it. A good book is always a great escape.

Speaking of which, what are you getting into tonight?

Mister Erik

“My night? Oh, just in front of my computer. Talking to a man, I didn’t even know existed until a week ago. Just spilling my guts.”

DeeDee never told anyone that her parents met at Southern, but something about Erik made her want to share that with him. Then realization dawned on her. It was another perfect set up for him to talk about his love life and he smoothly dodged it again.

“This damn man.” She rolled her eyes and got up to put the rest of the pizza away.

“And of course, he used to work with kids.” Like he couldn’t be anymore interesting. DeeDee sighed as her smile returned. She grabbed another bottle from the fridge. It was definitely about to be that kind of night.

DeeDee came back to the couch and picked up the notebook. She pulled out the neatly folded note, spread it flat and read it for the umpteenth time.

On paper, he seemed like a dream. Talking to him, even better. There is no way that he was not happily taken by some extremely lucky woman.

DeeDee wondered what it would have been like if she had met him while he was still at Southern. She was on campus back then. A shy and soft-spoken junior who lived in the chemistry labs on campus. And Erik obviously would have been in and out of those same labs, too.

It’s funny that they never did meet. “I would have remembered crossing paths with him.”

But then again, she didn’t meet Dr. O until he was a Grad Assistant for one of her organic chemistry classes. And she never thought, he would be her mentor when she joined the Ph.D program.

And then there’s that part. One degree of separation and it just has to be that he is friends with Dr. O. Erik is obviously entertaining her for professional reasons, and not because he could be interested in her romantically.

“Get it together Dee. He is taken.” And yet, somewhere deep inside she kind of hoped that he wasn’t. That maybe he could see her for more than just his friend’s student.

DeeDee looked back at Erik’s email, quickly wrote her reply and closed the laptop. She popped the cork on the new bottle and started drinking directly from it. With wine in hand, she got up and started swaying to the soothing sounds of Alex Isley and Masego’s ‘Good and Plenty.’

---

It had only been 15 minutes, but to Erik it felt like forever and he worried that maybe she did have other plans. He ran upstairs to change into some work out clothes and came down when his email chimed. He ran over to read it immediately.

SUBJECT: RE: ‘MgYHeArTaNdSOULa’

Mister Erik,

I am sitting on my couch, enjoying pizza and wine. Although, my bottle is gone.

Other than that, I have no plans for the night.

I let my best friends drag me out last night, so indoors it is for me.

What about you? Any plans for the evening, like with someone special?

It’s pretty early over there; like 7 in Cali, right?

Anyways, I should probably let you enjoy the evening. Don’t be a stranger.

Miss DeeDee

“Wait! What?” Erik rapidly typed his response and sent it to her. He dropped down onto his couch. “I really lost my touch and can’t even talk to a woman anymore.”

He only asked because he didn’t want to assume she was gonna be available to chat via email all night. Erik knew he would do it, too. He was fascinated with her. He wanted to hear whatever she was willing to share with him. And yes, that meant even if he eventually had to answer the question.

Erik went to the kitchen and got two bottles of water. From the living room, grabbed the tablet and headed to his downstairs gym. If DeeDee stopped responding at least he could work off whatever feelings arose. He set everything down besides the punching bag.

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DeeDee had danced and drank all around her living room. But once she started to spin, the dance party came to an abrupt halt. The wine finally caught up with her and she plopped down on the couch. She slowly leaned over to set the quarter full bottle down on the table and opened the laptop.

She had a new email. She squinted at the screen. From Erik.

Her chest started pounding, so she took a few deep breaths and opened it.

SUBJECT: RE: ‘MgYHeArTaNdSOULa’

Miss DeeDee,

It is a rare night in for me. I usually work on Saturdays, but I have had the whole day to myself.

I played ball with some kids from the neighborhood this morning. And I cooked earlier this afternoon and was planning to watch a movie before turning in.

However, I have been having a wonderful conversation and don’t really want it to end.

Would you care to join me on a video call?

Erik

“WHAT?” DeeDee threw her laptop down on the couch. She stood up and paced the floor, slowly. “He’s gotta be kidding. Right?” She looked at the message on the screen again.

She sat back down and sent the first thing that came to mind. Was this actually happening? What is going on? Her thoughts were circling around in her head and all through a wine-induced fog. Just her luck.

“He --” DeeDee giggled, “Oh my god.” She dropped her face into her hands.

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Cool, calm and collected, he was not. Erik’s stomach was in knots while he waited for DeeDee’s response, if any. He hit the punching bag a few times in jest before the nervous energy kept him going. He stayed there for 15 minutes before moving to the free weights in the corner.

As Erik laid back on the bench to start lifting the barbell, he heard the email alert. He slowly sat up. His heart couldn’t race any faster since he had been working out anyway. But it felt like it was gonna just fly out of his chest. He wrung his hands while he sat on the bench.

He stood up and made his way over to the punching bag where everything was. Erik grabbed a nearby towel and wiped himself off before he picked up the tablet.

“Now or never.” He unlocked it and opened DeeDee’s email.

SUBJECT: RE: ‘MgYHeArTaNdSOULa’

Uh Mister Erik,

I am enjoying our conversation as well. But I am not camera ready. And I am definitely not changing to get ready either.

Let’s do it some other time.

DeeDee

Erik released the biggest breath. He didn’t realize that he was holding it as he read her answer. Then he started to chuckle. And that small chuckle grew into a big full body laugh. It even echoed off the walls, but he could not help it. He was relieved by what he read, and knew exactly how to respond to it.

He grabbed all his stuff and left the gym. He went upstairs to his bedroom. Erik sent the email and dropped his tablet on the bed.

SUBJECT: RE: ‘MgYHeArTaNdSOULa’

Now DeeDee,

Did I say anything about being all dressed up for this call? Doesn’t matter if you are in a hoodie and some sweats.

I just wanted to have the face-to-face interactions while we chat because I can imagine you pouting about a silly question. And I am sure you want to see my reactions to you calling me Mister after I told you not to.

No pressure, though. You have my email, so use it to connect to me if you want. I’ll be around, you know, since it’s early over here.

Erik

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fanficshiddles · 4 years ago

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Zigzag, Chapter 7

Tom was straddled over the man’s chest with his gloved hands wrapped around his throat. The man had his hands on Tom’s forearms, trying to get him off. But Tom wasn’t relenting, he was too strong and he could feel the mans grip lessening with every second that passed.

‘No more drugging boys.’ Tom snarled, just as he killed him.

When the man fell limp beneath him, Tom sat back a bit and breathed out. That had been a hard one, taken a little longer than usual. As he was quite a big guy.

He was a football coach for a teenage boys’ team. Tom had caught wind that he was abusing his power, he’d caught him one night drugging one of the boys he coached. So of course, he had to go.

Tom dragged him over to one of the benches in the changing rooms. The guy had been there for a late-night training session, but once the boys had all left, Tom arrived.

He sat him up and did his usual signatures. As he cut into the man’s cheek, he felt the usual rush shoot through him. His cock hardening. There was just something about the power he felt when he killed, there was nothing like it. And putting his mark on the person… It made him tremble thinking about it.

When he was finished his handy work, he sneaked out the back exit and calmly walked to his car that he’d parked a few streets away before taking his balaclava off and heading home.

When he got home, Grace wasn’t back yet. She had been in at the office for a meeting with the head editor but Tom knew she wouldn’t be much longer.

When Tom heard the door opening, he almost exploded on the spot because he was so damn horny.

‘Honey, I’m ho’ Grace didn’t even get the full sentence out before he came charging down the hall towards her, sweeping her up off her feet and holding her flush against him as he crushed his lips upon hers.

‘Well, someone is happy to see me.’ She giggled after the kiss attack, she could feel him pressing against her.

‘Always.’ He purred.

She wrapped her legs around him and he carried her upstairs, kissing her all the way and groping her backside. Why he was so horny, she had no idea. But she didn’t care, because she knew he was about to rock her world for the night.

When Saturday night rolled round, Grace went out with some of her friends, Nat, Evelyn, Tasha and Sonia, for some drinks and a dance.

Tom had said he was going to go into work for a few hours, catch up on a few things.

But he had other plans.

He was stalking his next victim, just getting to know the man’s routine. He was a known predator in the city for taking advantage of drunk women, luring them back to his home before having his way with them or sometimes just raping them in the street. One woman tried to go to the police, but because she was drunk, they didn’t take it further, the man always claimed they were the one all over him.

Tom was following the man as he started heading to bars and nightclubs, seeking out an easy target. It made Tom feel sick. But he waited outside of a club, across the street hidden in the dark.

He was so relieved that Grace and her friends were at the other side of town, this end was a bit dodgier.

But his heart stopped when he saw Grace and her friends come out of the club, stumbling around a bit drunk.

‘Grace, what are you doing here?’ Tom mumbled to himself under his breath, watching his girlfriend closely.

He felt uneasy, especially when they all split and went their own way. Nat and Evelyn got in a taxi, Tasha and Sonia headed off down the road to the left and Grace started to make her way home in the opposite direction. Tom could tell she was tipsy. He was going to make sure she got home safely. But his heart stopped instantly when he saw the man he was stalking follow after her.

Grace was a little disgruntled that her friends had just left her to get home alone. But she didn’t think much of it, at least it was just a short walk to the park then she was practically home.

She made her way down a quiet back street, she was a little on edge but just kept moving.

‘Hey!’ A voice called from behind.

She didn’t stop to find out who it was or what he wanted, she kept moving forward. Even in her slightly intoxicated state she was still aware enough to keep going.

‘Miss, wait. You dropped your purse!’ He called again.

It was enough to make her stop. She turned around, frowning when she saw a man coming towards her. He held up a purse, but it wasn’t hers. She put her hand down to her bag and could feel her purse inside of it.

‘Oh, that’s not mine. Thanks though.’ Grace said quickly, then turned to head off again.

But she was too late. He had distracted her enough to catch up, he lunged and grabbed her. Grace went to scream but the man clamped his hand over her mouth.

Suddenly there was a forearm wrapped around the man’s neck and he was hauled off of Grace. She took a few steps away, in shock, her eyes widened and she froze to the spot as she watched the man being strangled so easily by a stronger guy behind him. He was wearing all black, a balaclava and leather gloves.

She wasn’t sure why. But she just knew, deep down, this was her serial killer. It was Zigzag.

He choked the man to death with such ease, just using his forearm. The man had tried to pull him off, but was no match. He soon went limp and was dropped to the ground, dead.

Grace’s heart was racing like mad. She knew she should’ve run for help, called the police. Anything. But instead she just stood there, completely dumbfounded as the man in the balaclava took a few steps towards her until he was towering over her.

She couldn’t see his eyes properly because of how dark it was, especially down the quiet street they were on. The street lights were barely working.

When he reached out towards her, she jumped slightly. He paused with his hand midway towards her, but then he slowly continued until the coolness of his leather glove touched her cheek. Using his thumb, he stroked her cheek in what felt like a zigzag shape to Grace.

Then he dropped his hand to his side and turned around, jogging away quickly.

Grace let out a big breath, it took her a moment to stop shaking and get her brain together again. She quickly called the police, but even when they arrived and started taking her statement, she still couldn’t get her mind to work properly.

Not for the fact she had just witnessed a murder right on front of her. But because she knew deep down, that had been Zigzag. Even though he didn’t do his signature mark on the body, she knew his touch to her cheek was a silent sign.

When Tom returned home that evening, he was completely torn. He never wanted Grace to see something like that. What if he had really scared her, if she was going to need counselling? Or if she thought he was going to murder her next?

Even with his mind racing, he was still sporting a hard on. That always happened after a kill. But he knew he felt even more riled up this time because his girl had been right there… Watching him.

After sorting himself out in a cold shower, he went to bed to try and get some sleep. He knew Grace would be home soon, likely after giving a statement to the police.

He turned the lights off and tried to calm himself down. He was furious that that guy would go after his girl. And he was also a little annoyed that Grace had been in that part of town in the first place, she knew it was a risky area.

When he heard the door opening, he was relieved that she was finally home. He expected her to just get into bed and climb in next to him to sleep.

But instead, she almost gave him a heart attack when she burst in the bedroom door and turned the lights on.

Tom shot up, thinking something was wrong as he was almost blinded. But he was pleasantly surprised when she practically tore her dress off as she crossed the room to him.

‘Grace?’ He asked, still slightly confused.

But she leapt onto the bed and pulled back the covers, revealing him. He had been sleeping in the nude and was still semi-hard. Which Grace was glad of.

Before Tom could say anything else, Grace was down on him and had his cock in her mouth.

‘Ohhh fuck!’ He moaned and lay down, closing his eyes so he could concentrate on her warm mouth around him. She was exceptionally eager tonight with the way she took him down her throat as far as she could, swallowing around him.

Grace made him cum quite quickly, swallowing all of his cum when he did. She licked her lips as she crawled up over him, he gripped her hips and smirked at her.

‘Well, well, well. Did you have a good night?’ He asked as she straddled over his stomach, he could feel her wetness on his skin as she started moving.

‘It was… different.’ She bit her lower lip as she kept grinding against him.

‘Different, how?’ Tom asked, sliding his hands up her body to fondle her breasts.

‘Speak later… Please, just fuck me!’ She whimpered.

Tom chuckled and grabbed hold of her tightly, he flipped them over and pinned her down underneath him, making her gasp. ‘Since you asked so nicely.’ He smirked and started kissing her neck as he moved between her legs and thrust home into her.

After going for a few rounds, they lay exhausted together. Tom was lazily stroking her back and kissing the top of her head.

‘What was that about? It’s like you were in heat.’ Tom chuckled.

Grace shyly looked down at his chest, running her fingers across his abdomen. ‘I uhm…’ She sighed. ‘You’re going to think I’m weird.’ She huffed.

Tom took hold of her chin and had her look at him. He frowned, concerned. ‘I already know you’re weird, that’s why we work so well… Now come on, tell me.’

She smiled a little, then bit her lower lip. ‘I uhm… I met Zigzag.’

Tom’s eyebrows shot upwards. ‘What?’

Grace explained what happened. Tom ran his hand down his face, then he rolled them over a bit so he was leaning over her more.

He cupped her face in both hands, looking down at her in concern. ‘What were you doing in that side of town anyway? Especially with a killer on the loose. What if he had…’ He took a deep breath, stopping himself from saying it.

‘Sonia wanted to meet one of her pals who was in the club. We were together, Tom. It was fine… Well, kind of.’ She said sheepishly. ‘But the weird thing is… I didn’t feel unsafe when he appeared, because he saved me. And I just… I just had this weird feeling that I knew he wasn’t going to hurt me. I know it sounds daft.’

‘It doesn’t, darling. I know you’ve been researching him a lot, it’s almost like you know him inside and out, in a sense… But I still need you to be careful. He’s a killer, love. Whilst I am very glad he was there when he was, it still doesn’t mean he wouldn’t hurt you in the future.’ Tom said as he rubbed his thumbs against her cheeks.

‘I know… I know.’ Grace sighed.

‘Are you sure it was him, it was Zigzag? Even though he didn’t do his usual mark?’ Tom asked.

‘I’m positive. I just… know it was.’ Grace nodded.

Tom kissed her forehead and pulled her into him more, the two of them snuggled down together to get some sleep.

#zigzag #tom hiddleston #serial killer #au!tom #fan fiction

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staceysonier · 4 years ago

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Little Red (MxF) Part 2 *NSFW*

*Gnoll Boyfriend!*

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I saw Tazz the next day, or his hulking figure, at the edge of the woods.

It still blew me away how dark the woods were, even with the morning sun shining down on my grandma's small clearing.

"You can come out, Tazz," I called as I sat in a rocking chair on the wooden porch with a steaming cup of coffee.

"I don't think you'd like what you saw," he called back but moved closer within the treeline, still covered in darkness.

"I wouldn't like what I saw if I didn't already know you, maybe, but I've never been shallow, and you of all...creatures...should know that," I rolled my eyes.

I listened to him growl and something about it deep and gravel-like down in his big chest had a jolt of energy rocketing straight south within my body.

And then I had to mentally chastise myself because it was much too early to be feeling those kinds of feelings...there, anyway.

But when I looked down at my cup and saw that my nipples had peaked as well, I crossed my arms over my chest and blushed and wondered if he could tell what I was thinking or if he had been able to sense things as well as he had when we were younger.

He seemed to know all of my moods, being more clingy and touchy when I was upset, making me laugh until I had tears rolling down my cheeks when I was sad, and usually kept his distance when I was angry.

Leaves crunching caught my attention and I turned to see him moving closer, his silhouetted head tilted up and his snout-like nose sniffing.

And then those eyes that I had seen yesterday pointed my direction and he made a noise at the back of his throat before he backed away.

"Chette, you need to go inside. I'm sure Rosa has your breakfast ready," he said in a short tone and when I stood up and a sudden gust of wind blew past me that had my nightgown billowing around me and into the trees, I watched him stiffen before he disappeared.

"The fuck," I whispered but made my way inside and had breakfast with my grandmother before getting dressed to help her around her place.

***

I didn't see Tazz for the rest of the weekend. I called for him Saturday evening but I got no response. I called for him Sunday morning--no response.

And when I had to leave, I kept my eyes on the treeline on the way down the path to my car, hoping to catch a glimpse of him...

But nothing.

I thought I saw something huge running in the treeline as I drove down the gravel road that led to my grandmother's road but it stopped at the edge of the woods.

I hated that I wasn't able to stay longer but I was grateful that I got to see my grandmother again... And I was grateful to remember and talk to Tazz again.

Hoping, praying, and wishing was I, that summer break would hurry up and come soon.

***

"You have to, Blanchette," My mother said with her brow raised.

"Again, mom? Seriously? I was just out there! Grandmas fine! I saw her with my own two eyes, for Christ's sake," I cried out in frustration as I sat at the island while she made dinner.

My mom huffed but continued to chop the carrots.

"I don't understand what happened since then but you said you had a great time with her during winter break," she insisted and brought the carrots to the pot behind her.

"Yeah," I said as I put my phone down, "I don't even really remember all that happened but I definitely don't want to waste my whole summer break at her tiny shack, mom! I have a life, friends, and I wanted to look for a job!"

She glared at me in that 'no-nonsense' kind of way, "I said you're going and that's final. Do you hear me? Your grandmother says she needs help and since your father is away at work and I have to be here for your little sister, it's up to you to go and help her."

It was my turn to huff and drag my hand through my hair.

"Seriously mom, be cool, please? I mean, why don't you just pack up Megan and bring her! I'm sure she'd love the outdoors!"

Her face turned red and then she exploded.

"I am not going out there! You are and that's final! Not another word, Blanchette, and I mean it! Go and pack enough for at least a few weeks and I don't even want to hear a sigh! Now go!"

My eyes widened because she had never really gone off like that so I was sure she meant business. But I stepped down from my stool and headed up the stairs without even a sigh.

But once I got to my room, I was, quietly, cussing up a storm.

***

The closer I got, the more I remembered.

The huge dark figure in the treeline, and the feeling of comfort but also...

That growl.

My heart started to race as I parked my car where I parked it the last time.

I didn't need the cloak this time as it was summer and hot as hell so all I had on was a pair of shorts, tennis shoes for the trip through the overgrown path, and a sleeveless shirt.

And sunglasses, of course.

I grabbed my duffle bag out of the back and knew I would hate the walk this time because the bag was packed to the brim with all the things I thought I would need but now regretted.

"Fuck me," I growled under my breath and kicked the back door closed with my foot before locking the car and placing the keys in my pockets.

I began my trek up the path and then had to switch shoulders when one got tired.

"′Go and visit your grandmother again, Blanchette', 'It'll be fun, Blanchette', ′Just you and her and the peace of the woods, Blanchette'. Yeah, and this mile-long trek to her house with this hundred-pound duffle bag, mom!"

My thoughts were taken from how angry I was when I heard leaves crunching and sticks breaking past the treeline.

And my heart was racing again and that anxiety I remember feeling when I was leaving the last time I was here, was back again.

"Tazz," I breathed out hopefully as I saw a familiar hulking figure of darkness--but now it looked...slimmer.

"Chette," he softly greeted, "And with fewer clothes than the last time, I see," he teased.

I blushed and looked down at how tight my sleeveless shirt was, and how this was probably the wrong shirt to wear on this day because while also trying to carry my heavy bag, I also had to keep pulling up the shirt so it wouldn't expose my braless breasts.

My midriff was showing, as well, and the shorts could've been deemed too inappropriate but it was summer and it was hot and there was no way I was going to go by social regulations while out in the woods.

But something about having Tazz comment on my outfit...

It had my body feeling...things.

"It's summer," Is all I said, though.

"Indeed, it is. I caught on that you needed help with that," he asked and stretched his arm out and I gasped as I caught sight of his hands and claws.

He pulled his hand back as quickly as the sound escaped my mouth and I instantly felt regret.

"I'm sorry, it's just been so long since I've seen you," I moved closer, "Your nails weren't nearly as...deadly when we were kids," I tried but then I watched him disappear again.

"Fuck," I whispered as all around me was quiet again.

***

"Oh, Chettie-spaghetti, I'm so glad you came again," My grandma met me on the porch but then she frowned.

"Tazz didn't help you with your bag," she asked accusingly and then turned her attention to the treeline.

"Oh, he tried, but I scared him off," I huffed as I walked up the stairs and onto the porch.

She laughed as she pulled me into a hug, "You scared him off? What'd you do?"

I grumbled and slumped my bag down on the porch with another huff, "I gasped when I saw his claws. I hadn't meant to and it wasn't because I was scared or anything..."

"Quite the opposite actually," Grandma asked with a knowing look and I blushed under her gaze.

She then chuckled and patted the back of my hand, "Leave your bag here and go take a walk. You need to talk to him. He's missed you."

I rolled my eyes and lifted a brow, "He didn't even see me off when I left in January. If he missed me so much then why did he avoid me?"

Grandma shrugged and smirked, "You'll have to talk to him about that, sweetheart."

I watched as she walked around me and my bag and then into the house before she turned around before the door shut, "Don't stay out too long, I'm making dinner. But then again...Tazz most likely won't let you."

"Grandma, how am I supposed to find him," I asked quietly before she turned back around.

Jutting out her chin, she looked out at the treeline, "Go get lost. He'll find you."

If that's what it would take...then I guessed that's what I would do.

She shut the door behind her and I walked down the steps and out into the clearing but stopped at the treeline.

"Tazz," I said, knowing that he was probably watching and could most likely hear me, "Are you really going to make me come in there after you? You want me to get lost in there?"

No response.

"Fine," I shrugged and stepped a foot past the treeline before I heard branches snapping.

"Uh-huh," I smirked and followed the sound that was just in front but a bit to the right of me.

I lifted branches and stepped over various spiked vines and tree roots as I followed the sounds of breaking sticks through the forest.

"You will help me get back out of here, right," I asked in a chuckle and was then pushed up against the base of a tree, my front to the bark.

"What the he--"

"--You were following a Dryad," he whispered into my ear.

A shiver ran down my spine as I felt his fur all over my half-naked back, his warm breath on my naked shoulder and neck.

"What would she have done," I asked in a whisper.

I felt his cold nose drag up my neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

"She would've charmed your panties off," And I heard the smirk in his words.

I let out a breathless chuckle before I sucked in a deep breath, "Is she at least pretty?"

He scoffed lightly, "All nymphs are beautiful. That's why I find you so charming."

"Beautiful and charming, huh? If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were flirting, Tazzimo," I tried to say with confidence but it definitely came out as a whimper.

"Your pounding heart...and the scent of your arousal...they are both flirting with me," he said and I imaged he had a brow raised as he looked me over with a hunger in his eyes. I know I would be.

I then felt one of his hands with all of those sharp claws touch my hip and I gasped but he didn't back away. No, he moved that hand around to my front and planted it on my stomach and moved closer.

"You smell divine, Chette," he whispered and I felt his tongue run along my neck.

I swallowed audibly and was focused on those claws sitting against the skin of my lower stomach.

"You could rip me open with just the swipe of your hand," I whimpered quietly.

He growled, "Does the thought frighten you?"

"No," I breathed out and when his other hand wrapped around my throat, I laid my head back against his chest.

"You really aren't scared, are you? You're...you're turned on...by me," he asked and chuckled darkly before his fingers squeezed lightly around the sides of my neck.

"Um," I tried to play it down but I felt the fingers wrapped around my throat let go and then I felt those sharp claws touch the sensitive skin of my neck.

I then felt as he ran them, gently, down to the top of my chest, "Don't lie to me, Chette. You've never been good at lying."

"You always could smell a lie when I told one," I whispered and my chest was heaving with my heavy breathing as his claws played at the top of my shirt.

"Mmh, let's play a game," he suggested and I felt the claws on my naked lower stomach tap there.

"A game," I asked, unsure.

"Yeah. Two truths, one lie. You tell me two truths and one lie and I'll try to guess which one is a lie," he whispered and ran his tongue along my neck again.

"Okay... Um," I thought for a moment.

"I didn't want to come out here again when my mom asked me to. Um, I love my grandma... And... I don't...want to...kiss you."

I was spun around then, my back to the tree, and came face to face with his massive chest until I felt his claws lift my chin. My eyes then met his and he smirked down at me.

"Lie," he growled, "I'll have to punish you now."

I whimpered but my panties were damp, "You wanted it!"

"And so do you," he whispered and picked me up so that I wrapped my legs around his waist and I was face to face with him with my arms around his furry spotted neck.

He looked like Tazz, like he always had but older, more masculine. He had an edge now that he never had when we were growing up but maybe that came with age.

His brown eyes looked black in the darkness with barely any light reaching through the trees and his teeth were sharp in his mouth...

But I wanted nothing more than to feel them on my skin.

I looked up into his eyes again, "I don't want to kiss you," I lied again.

"I'll punish you, for sure, now," he whispered and looked down at my lips.

"Please don't."

He smashed his lips to mine and then we were frenzied as he yanked my top down to sit at my hips and pushed my back against the tree before bringing his claws between us and shredding the small bit of denim that was my shorts before obliterating my panties with just a yank.

And I had to pull back just a bit to moan as I felt one of his claws graze my clitoris a few times.

"Please," I breathed into his open mouth before letting my tongue find his.

I then heard the sound of a zipper and the ruffle of cloth before I felt something hard and hot against my slit.

"So warm, Chette, and so wet," he said and was all but panting with his tongue hanging out.

I pushed my lips back to his and brought my hands down to rub his cock.

It was so big that I had to use both hands to fit around him as one wouldn't close. And once I got down to the base of him, I felt his knot and gasped at the size. There was no way.

"Impossible," I whimpered but he made me look into his eyes with his hand around my neck again.

"All of me will fit inside of you," he growled and brought the tip of his cock to my entrance before he pushed in.

"Oh, fuck," I breathed out and chuckled breathlessly, "Big boy."

"Tight," he grunted and growled when his knot hit against my opening but couldn't fit.

"Go, please, hurry," I whispered and kissed him as I felt him begin to rock in and out of me, each time, his knot hitting against me and each time, I gasped for what was to come.

And as he rutted up into me, he brought both of my wrists up above my head and held them there with one of his large hands as we kissed.

As he sped up his thrusting, we both began moaning into the other's mouth.

"You like that," he grunted before nudging my head to the side so he could have access to my neck.

"Yes! Just like that, please!"

I then felt his teeth drag along my throat, sending jolts of electricity to my clitoris.

"I'm close," I cried out and loved feeling how big he was inside of me, how much he stretched me, "Bite me, Tazz."

"Yeah? You like my teeth on your delicate human skin, Chette? One wrong move and I could seriously hurt you," he whispered but his words were what sent me over the edge.

I tightened my legs around his waist as my walls tightened around his cock. I squeezed the hand that was holding my hands above my head as I wailed out my climax.

He growled and began to thrust harder into me, his knot hitting against my sensitive entrance but I was ready for it--ready for all of him.

"Helpless," he growled and his dark eyes were on mine, "Even if you wanted me to let you go, there'd be nothing you could do to make me. You're helpless, Chette, and you love it, don't you? You're at my mercy and I say when I'm finished with you."

"You're gonna make me come again," I cried and could already feel the build-up again, that familiar feeling of heat rushing through my body.

"Not until I say you can," he enunciated every word with a hard and punishing thrust.

"Please say I can, please say I can," I pleaded as I tried to hold back the flood gates but I was almost there.

It wouldn't be long before I overflowed again.

And then he thrust hard into me, and I had to stretch to take his knot. At the same time, he latched his teeth onto the skin between my neck and shoulder with a growl and I exploded--seeing stars behind my eyelids as I came for a second time.

As I came back down from the heavens, he was licking where he bit me and his fingers were rubbing the tops of my hands.

"Are you okay," he asked gently and widened his stance as his come began to glob out of me and onto the forest floor with how much there was. And because of this, it caused him to shift inside of me.

I gasped and clenched my walls around him and listened to him growl as he pushed as far as he could into me.

"Sensitive," he groaned as he buried his face in my neck and licked the mark he left again.

"Stop moving so much then," I teased and nuzzled my cheek to his.

"I don't want come on my feet," he whined and chuckled as he pulled back to look down at me.

"Then don't come so much," I whispered and grinned.

"That is not something I can help," he admitted and brought my hands up and licked the backs of them.

It was only then that I saw I was bleeding slightly.

There were small dots exactly where his claws had been as he held my hand but it warmed my heart to see him taking care of me as he used to when we were growing up.

"I'm okay," I answered his question with a genuine smile, "Better than, actually."

As his knot reduced, he slipped out of me and then set me down.

I pulled my top back up to cover my breasts but there was absolutely no salvaging my shorts.

Tazz smiled sheepishly and kneeled down to grab his jean shorts before holding them out to me.

"Sorry about your shorts...and your panties," he chuckled.

I pulled up the shorts but they were several sizes too big so I had to hold them up, and we both laughed at the sight.

"I should be getting you back. Rosa's probably worried and dinner is definitely ready. I can smell it," he said quietly as he looked down at me.

"She's not worried. She's the one who told me to come into the forest and get lost. She said you'd find me," I blushed and began walking in the direction of my grandmothers house.

"I'll always find you, Chette. If you want to be found," he said quietly again and walked with me.

We were quiet for most of the walk back but once I could see the clearing through the trees, my stomach started to knot knowing that we would have to part soon.

"How long will you be here this time," Tazz asked and I could hear the uncertainty in his voice.

"I'll be here most of the summer," I replied and watched the forest floor as we walked.

But then I was pushed against a tree again and his lips were on mine and I was ready to go for round two but he pulled back.

"Then we'll just have to make the most of the summer, won't we," he growled and licked over the mark he left on my skin again.

And before I knew it, I was pushed into the clearing and when I turned around, Tazz was gone.

"Thanks for making me face her along, you asshole," I hissed at the treeline, hoping he was watching before I turned around and started walking up to the porch.

I knew grandma would ask a million and two questions with the way I looked but I had to face her at some point.

It did help that I was more relaxed now...but I was in definite need of a shower.

There was no way I could keep Tazz's shorts up and carry my bag inside so I just kneeled down and grabbed some clothes before going inside.

Grandma had her back to me as she was busy in the kitchen and I tried my hardest to sneak past her but damn her squeaky floorboards!

"Chettie? You're back," she asked and turned around and then let out one loud laugh when her eyes met me.

"And it seems you had fun...but...you lost your shorts, dear," she smirked," And you've got a bite mark on your neck. Oh dear, you were attacked, weren't you? Did you fight terribly?"

I chuckled but rolled my eyes, "For my life, grandma. If you don't mine, I'll be taking a shower now."

"Yeah," she asked as I set off down the hallway, "You need help getting the tree bark out of your hair, dear?"

"Grandma," I cried but could here her hyena laughing in the kitchen as I slammed the bathroom door.

I was never going to be able to live this down.

And I knew I didn't want to.

Tonight was one of the best nights of my life and I couldn't wait for many, many, many more.

#lemon #monster boyfriend #monster x reader #exophilia #My writing #terato #gnoll #gnoll boyfriend #little red riding hood

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starry-pierrot · 4 years ago

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Boring Night

Okay So I’m not used to putting stuff like this out and I might not be the best writer out there but here you go! FNAF Security Breach/OC-self insert/Animatronics ------- The night had been quiet so far, no one trying to break in and for once the animatronics were taking it easy. Seems like today had been rather tiring as when Zoey last checked on them most of them were in their greenrooms relaxing or playing their arcade games. Though it didn’t come as a big surprise since it was Saturday, the most busy day of the week. They probably had several parties to host and all those kids were such a handful. This however gave Zoey a lot of free time.

Free time which would usually be used to play around with the animatronics or do her rounds. But she had already completed her third walkthrough and it was only two in the morning, she didn’t exactly want to bother them when they wanted to rest. Zoey was bored. With a huff the woman sat down at her security room desk pulling out her phone to look around on youtube and occasionally look at the cameras when she noticed that her nail polish had been chipped. “ The heck? I only did that this morning!” Grumbling to herself she tugged her bag closer and searched inside before pulling out the nail polish she had used. It wasn’t often that she had little items like this in her bag, sure she had her usual assortment of items but sometimes she would bring little things to do.The polish would look a little uneven but she didn’t mind. “ There you are!” “Chica?” Zoey jumped a little from the animatronic suddenly making an appearance, curious as to why the bird was looking for her. “ I’ve been wonderin’ where you ran off too. I was going to see if you wante-what are you doing?” Chica looked at her as she walked closer looking over the human’s shoulder, curious.

“ Oh just fixing my nail. The paint chipped off and I don’t like it when my nails get chipped.” Screwing the bottle closed she held out the bottle to show the animatronic as she blew on her newly painted nail.

Chica gasped and smiled, “ Oh! Can you do mine? I got some other colors back in my room that I use for the kids when there's a party. “

Zoey looked at her for a moment then to her hands, some of the others had claws but the chicken did not. “ But you don’t have any nails? Wouldn’t it mess with your paint?”

“ No no! Freddy’s got some nail replacements that we can use. That teddy bear won't say no to us if we just ask him.” Chica had a point there, Freddy wasn’t one to say no unless it was important.

“ Okay, sure. We can do that.”

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“ Make sure you get them looking rocking little lady!” Montgomery said as he watched the smaller nightguard paint his claws, she was going with purple to complement his color tone and adding some star decals that Chica had. But the guy wouldn’t stop moving!

“ This would go a lot faster if you quit movin’ gator boy!” Zoey smiled up at the large animatronic while she once again pulled his wrist back to her lap.

“ Heh-sorry.”

There they were in Freddy’s green room, Zoey sitting on the couch with Monty next to her, Roxanne already having her nails done in a sparkly neon red sitting on the floor next to Monty, Chica sitting by the vanity enjoying her pink with leopard print nails and Freddy sitting on the other side of Zoey admiring the colors.

“ Yeah ‘gator boy’ keep your tail still.” Roxane said in a teasing manner.

“ Girl you don’t want me to put you in the gator pit now do y-” “ Montgomery stay still! I swear both of you are like squabbling children.” As far as Zoey could tell the two had a sibling relationship, much like her own siblings they often got into petty little fits that ended up in the two of them laughing. Usually it’d be cute but right now she couldn’t get those decals to look good if someone kept moving.

“ Both of you calm down.” Suddenly Freddy spoke up, the two froze but ultimately relaxed where they were sitting. Usually Monty would challenge Freddy’s word but she guesses that it just wasn’t worth it this time.

“Sorry.”

“ Now I’m almost done, Freddy did you pick out a color you want?”

“ Do you think Nemi would like the color green?”

Zoey paused as her brain took a second to realize what he had asked and when she did she felt her lips curve into a smile. “ Aww is the big teddy bear choosing color for his boyfriend?” They all kind of knew, it wasn’t hard to see once you saw the two talking together.

The animatronic jerked as if he was just pulled from a fog in his head, his ears flattening as if he just got caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar. If Freddy could blush she was sure he’d be beat red right now,“ I just thought-we’re not-” The others giggling as they watched their leader become jittery.

“ Cool it, Freddy. I’m just teasing you. But yes I do think he would like green.” Blowing on Monty’s claws for a moment before she leaned in close to Freddy, whispering , “ You should also take some of the blue. He’d probably like to do yours too.”

Freddy looked at her then back to the nail polish but he waited until the night guard turned back to Monty before he snatched the colors storing them inside his chest. Roxanne and Chica giggled having seen what he did but it seems the two were not going to rat him out.

“There you go, Monty! Now don’t go roughhousing for at least an hour or you’ll ruin them.”

“ Thanks little lady!” The gator stood up and roughly ruffled Zoey’s hair, she cried out in alarm and annoyance before she fixed her beanie. Just then another sight caught her eye, Moondrop was peeking in from outside the window. As soon as he saw her looking at him he ducked to the side, probably going back to the play area.

“ Hey guys I’m gonna so see how Moondrop’s doing. “ The others were not surprised by this, somehow Zoey had managed to make friends with Moondrop and while he wasn’t exactly giving her hugs or actively hanging around her the animatronic didn’t seem to mind her in his space.

“ See ya Missy!”

“ Have fun with your friend, Zoey.”

“ Don’t let that sour pants drop you.”

“ Have fun!”

With that Zoey had scooped up some of the nail polish, the blue and gold specifically and walked out heading towards the playground. The area was large but she knew exactly where he was. She just wished that it wasn’t so high up. What was easy for the animatronic was not easy for the human who wasn’t very athletic and only went roller-skating maybe twice a month.

“ Moondrop! You up there bud?” Zoey called as she climbed up the playground’s tallest tower, already she could feel her arms shaking with having to pull her weight around in such a small space. But luckily it seemed that she wouldn’t have to climb the last stretch as suddenly arms shot out and hands gripped her underneath her arms and pulled up.

Zoey would not admit to the embarrassing squeak she let out.

“ Hey there! What are you doing all the way up here?” Moondrop looked at her with that same grin he always had. Zoey’s face was red but she tried to ignore the heat on her skin, “ Looking for you! You know if you wanted to join in all you had to do was walk in.”

“ You know those guys don’t like me much.”

“ No they don’t like your pranks much. You tried to dye Roxane’s tail hot pink last week!” That had not been a fun time, Freddy had to hold Roxane back while Zoey had to tell Moon off.

“ They need a sense of humor!”

“ You need to learn when going too far is too far.” She honestly found most of his pranks funny, sometimes the others did too but he just doesn’t know when to quit. If he just dialed it back a little more then this wouldn’t be an issue. “ If you just quit pranking them all the time I’m sure they’d ask you to come go kart racing or something. Freddy’s been asking about you.”

“Yeah yeah whatever. You come up here to yell at me some more?” The animatronic finally set her down and moved back so he could fall on the large pillows he had dragged up there a long time ago.

“ No I was going to ask if you wanted me to paint your nails?” Pulling out the colors from her jacket pockets along with some extra nails from Freddy. “ I got gold and blue. Your favorite.” She shook the bottles hoping to make it more enticing. “ And I got sttaaarrrs.” Singing the last bit.

Moondrop looked at her for a moment before he rolled his eye, “ Do what you want.", he held out his hand to her.“ You better put the stars on them.”

“ I can do that.”

Seems tonight won't be boring after all.

#fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnaf security girl #fnaf security guard

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shhhlikeme · 4 years ago

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“Losty Aone” / “Losty Mountain Man🏔” Series:

Outtake Collection #1

If you enjoyed my Aone series as much as I enjoyed writing it: then you may enjoy this........

Writer’s block is a bitch rn but at least I have drafts to post! I have like 10 or so of these mini outtakes so if y’all want them all please let me know. Personally I’m in love with them cause you guys know how much I love our Mountain Man😭

This is are not a story per se: they are outtakes from my Aone series) that do not follow a strict timeline. But same story line.

What is an Outtake?

Basically, outtakes are parts of yours & Aone’s love story that weren’t included where Part 0 picked up because it happened either before or after the series.

Remember that Aone crushed on you for 2 years before you two got together detailed in this matchup, so these are glimpses of what kind of interesting things happened during his crushing period.... all the way up until today when you two are happily together. Some are PG and some will be straight up smut after y’all get together. I love writing these omg! If you need any help understanding shoot me a message, but it’s fairly straightforward.

CLICK HERE TO SEE THE SERIES’ TABLE OF CONTENTS!

Enjoy my babies:

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Aone 2 Weeks Into Crushing On You:

“Aone...... stop staring at her.” Kenji scoffs at his friend as they sat down at lunch.

“I’m not.” Muttered mountain man as he dug into his food.

“Okay but you say that.......while still staring at her.” Kenji deadpans in annoyance. He had been watching his best friend stare at his crush on the other side of the cafeteria for the past 20 minutes. Y/N was with the rest of the cheer team—basically the smallest one—laughing vibrantly with her friends. Aone’s heart was tight as he watched you laugh, once again silently wishing you would notice him and perhaps laugh at something he said like that.

“The cheerleaders look really good in their new uniforms this school year, huh?” Kenji tried.

His big friend grunted in agreement but he really only thought Y/N looked phenomenal in uniform. Everyone else looked whatever.

“You should tell her how pretty you think she looks today.”

“Uh, I......can’t.” Aone said without changing his expression. Inside, though, he was a big blushy baby.

“Why not? It’s been two weeks since you first saw her and you obviously kinda like her so I think you should!”

Aone shook his head tightly. “Is that what you would do?” He finally looked at his friend: the only person in Aone’s life that he actually confided in. Kenji nodded.

“Oh, most def. See Y/N’s cheer captain, Katana? I have a little crush on her. Want to see how I tell her?”

“You’re attracted to her. You don’t have a crush on her. There’s a difference.”

“Tomatoe Tomahtoh! Watch.” Kenji calls Y/N’s friend’s name from across the caf at the cheerleaders table. Her face brightens when she sees it was Kenji calling her, and she skips over to their table.

Aone blended into the background as usual when bubbly girls came around. Someone with his silent demeanour didn’t really make waves to them.

Kenji spoke to her while remaining seated, ever the nonchalant semi-fuckboy. He had his hands in his pockets the entire time and Aone just knew that he’d never be able to pull that “I don’t care” vibe off with his crush. When you came around, every nerve in Aone’s body stood at attention and he just focused in on you. He couldn’t help it.

“You look really good in your uniform by the way. Fits like a glove.” Kenji flirted passively.

Y/N’s captain beamed like a newly chosen puppy at the pet mart. “Really?! You think so?! Thanks a lot, Futakuchi!!!”

Aone resisted the urge to roll his eyes at how much these ladies fell over his friends antics.

But Aone couldn’t help but wish you would look at him like Katana looked at Kenji. It had only been two weeks since he’s first laid eyes on you, but you brightened his days unknowingly and he just wanted to be the reason for your smile.

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺😭

Aone heard a tiny squeal coming from his right where the cheerleaders were so he looked over to see you skipping towards them.

🚨 🚨 🚨 HOLY FUCK you were coming to his table! 🚨 🚨 🚨

Aone’s heart literally stopped. He looked to Futakuchi in alarm, though his face seemed unaffected to the average person.

Kenji smirked back at the white haired giant, as if to say “exactly according to plan.”

You approached the table like the bundle of energy you are and Takanobu practically let his static demeanour switch so he could sigh happily as the fruity scent you wore hit him.

You were so close: you were so perfect: and you were so beautiful. Aone’s eyes didn’t leave you for a second.

You stopped beside the table with a smile for your cheer captain.

“Katana! Coach wants us stretching on the field in 3 minutes, let’s go!” Not noticing anyone else, you tugged on your captain’s sleeve and then grabbed her wrist to bring her back to the team.

Katana waved at Kenji as she was being dragged away. “Oh, okay, so I’ll see you Saturday night Kenji?! You can pick me up at 8!”

Kenji nodded nonchalantly, his attention mainly back to his friend who was staring at his retreating crush.

“You could have at least said hi.” Kenji crumpled his napkin, annoyed. “The only reason I asked Katana out is because your crush doesn’t leave her alone for two seconds so I knew she’d come over here. That was your chance!”

Takanobu ate a spoonful of his yogurt, turning only to his brown-eyed future captain solely because you had exited the cafeteria. “Well, I happen to think that was a successful greeting between Y/N and I.” He deduced.

“What?! Are you kidding me?! How?!”

“She’s never been that close to me before. She smells good. Like apples. I like apples, very much.”

Kenji deadpanned. “You hate apples.”

“And now I like them. So, I deem that a success.”

Kenji sighed in defeat as the bell rang to signify the end of lunch. “Listen Aone-san I know this is your first crush and it’s super intense and all, but please—you better not go this slowly in your pursuit of her. A freaking snail is beating you in a race to her heart, man. Y/N is one of the prettiest girls in this school and definitely the cutest on the cheer team so a lot of guys want her.”

Aone frowned, visibly upset at the idea that other men wanted his crush. But he knew that given how perfect you are to him, it just wasn’t logical to believe he’d be the only one who desired you. “I’m well aware, Futakuchi—“

“Good. I’m just saying. You better not wait like 2 years or something to finally make a move. Please, promise me you won’t do that.”

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Aone 1 Month Into Crushing On You When He’s Eager To See You:

“Team, please hurry. We shouldn’t be late to our own pep rally.” Commander-Takanobu of the boys Date Tech volleyball team commanded.

The team of giants was on their way to the gymnasium for the Date Tech High School’s annual pep rally that shone light on the schools most prominent athletic teams: Boys Soccer, Boys Golf, Girls Tennis and the team of yours truly (MOUNTAIN MAN! 🏔).

Kanji laughed as he spun a volleyball on his finger then scrambled to pick it up because it dropped. “It’s cooler to be fashionably late!” He exclaimed loudly in the halls before Futakuchi shot him a look of irritation when the ball he dropped again hit him on the side of the head.

“Heh. Sorry.. senpai. I’m just saying to Aone-kun that Y/N is more likely to notice him if we come into the pep rally looking all cool and late.”

Stopping dead in his tracks, the giant mountain man almost tripped up the rest of the team who was following close behind him. They all yelled in protest as they regained their footing.

Aone ignored everyone, turning around to peer at his early growth-spurted underclassman. “Is this true?” He asked sincerely. “Y/N will notice...uh....me....if we walk in late?”

Stepping in, Futakuchi put a hand on his friend’s shoulder, shooting Koganegawa another glare as he did so.

“Absolutely no guarantee, buddy.” Kenji assured Aone. “Y/N will be really busy cheering, right? Just like the first time you saw her and she didn’t notice you pointing at all. So, chances are slim now, too.”

Aone sighed, disappointed though you couldn’t tell by looking at his face if you weren’t Kenji Futakuchi.

“Oh, okay.”

🙁😩🥺🥺🥺🥺

“You really like her, Aone?” Asked Koganegawa, feeling bad for getting his nice teammate’s hopes up.

Aone nodded, feeling an ache in his heart as he thought about how much he cared for you, his perfect crush.

“But you guys are so...........different. I mean she’s like always overly nice and bouncing off the walls and talking in class and stuff, right? And you’re just............not?”

“I like Y/N just the way she is, and for everything that she is.”

“But.... and I mean NO disrespect, but.........does she even notice you? Uh... she just seems so consumed with cheer and all things rainbow. She’s always ignoring anyone who isn’t in her social level—“

Aone shakes his head as the ache in his heart becomes a bit more painful at his teammates words.

“Y/N does not notice me. Not at all, unfortunately. But I notice her. Everyday. And that in itself makes me happy.”

GUYS I CANT —— ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️😭

The team nodded in pity, the lot of them collectively feeling really sorry for their best player and his unrequited love.

Kenji clapped his hands, startling everyone out of their misery filled states.

“Okay! The good news is that we have a pep rally to attend, right now, right?! Aone, be happy— you get to see Y/N in uniform again today!”

Aone’s eyes lit up, only recognizable by Futakuchi, as he nodded.

“Yes. Let’s go.”

Kenji Futakuchi stayed behind a few extra seconds as his teammates strolled on ahead. He had to take a moment to himself to think about how he would be there for Aone when his heart got shattered for the first time....by a girl (you) who is in the same school and class but hasn’t even noticed his existence yet.

Y/N didn’t return Takanobu’s strong feelings—that Kenji knew for sure—and so he just prayed that his big scary looking friend would never have to find that out for himself.

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Aone 4 Months Into Crushing On You And Hears That You Have A Crush On Someone Else ☹️:

Sprinting outdoors, Kenji had to clasp a hand over his open gym bag to catch up to his friend who had already started walking home without him

Being that Aone has waited to walk home with Kenji every single day since they started first year together ... it was clear to Kenji that whenever his friend did this.... it was a sign that he was very upset

“Hey, big guy!” Kenji fell into step with his white haired friend, chancing a glance up at him.

Takanobu was famous for his perpetual scowl or angry frown which he had on his face even now, but Kenji knew better than to believe it. He could tell whenever his friend was deeply upset or hurt, just like Aone had been when they were 10 and the Takanobu’s divorced.....but right now, by Futakuchi’s analysis: Aone was feeling far worse than he did back then.

“Who told you, big guy?” Asked Kenji with an accompanied sigh.

“Koganegawa. It slipped.” Carrying on the silent topic-less conversation.

Kenji growled. “That big boned setter! When I see him next practice I’m gonna—“

“No. It wasn’t his fault. I was going to find out eventually. But why didn’t you tell me, Kenji? I would have much rather heard it from you.”

“I’m so sorry man. I was going to on our walk home today.”

Aone nodded, instantly being able to tell that that was Futakuchi’s true intention.

“Y/N’s crush......the guy on the baseball team.....He likes her...back?” Mountain man only stared straight ahead, trying not to let his hurt seep through his voice.

The brunette boy stuffed his hands in his pockets, dreading this conversation already.

“From what I heard of their conversation....y-yeah. Apparently they met at the last baseball game and it started raining so he gave her his team jacket to keep warm—“

“—I don’t need to hear the logistics.” Aone felt his heart tighten even more as his usual fantasy of you looking beautiful wearing his “#7” Date Tech Volleyball Jacket being bumped to the side by a visual of you wearing the baseball jacket of some guy who doesn’t deserve you.

“Hey, no one knows how serious they are, right? They’re just talking.”

“Does he make her happy? I mean... did Y/N look happy when he gave her his jacket?” Even though it was killing Aone to even ask, he was glad he did.

The brunette player, on the other hand, did not want to answer. For when he saw his best friend’s crush and her new crush together, she looked extremely happy. It formed an immediate knot in Kenji’s stomach because he knew how much seeing those two would hurt his best friend. But if he was being honest when that jacket was put over your shoulders your smile had been wider than Kenji would like to admit.

“Relatively..uh...happy, I guess.”

Aone’s frown deepened. He knew Kenji well enough to know that he was trying protect his heart on Aone’s behalf. He didn’t call him out on it though, he knew that your smile must have been wide. You probably did seem happy..

It hurt him intensely. Looking away, Aone stated something matter of fact:

“Well, he isn’t good enough for her.”

Futakuchi looked up at mountain man. “You know him?!”

“No. I don’t need to in order to know that she’s too good for any guy at this school, including me.”

Kenji laughed, patting his friend on the back. “You’re closest though,” he encouraged. “Maybe you should—“

Kenji was immediately silenced as both him and mountain man were greeted with an ugly sight. A depressing sight, actually.

Standing to the right of the front school doors was Y/N and the baseball boy. Y/N had her hair up in a high ponytail that looked absolutely gorgeous on her in Aone’s opinion. What wasn’t gorgeous, however, was how you were swatting the baseball player’s arm flirtatiously and speaking energetically with him. You held your school books close to your chest like Aone loved because you looked so cute and smart even though he knew you never opened those books.

He tried to look away—he did—but the team knew that Aone never looked away when he saw you at school and unfortunately that kind of old habit is sure to die hard.

“Just keep walking, buddy....” Kenji tried, swapping spots with Aone so that Kenji was at least partially blocking the heart-breaking view that is his best friend’s crush flirting with one of her many pursuers. Kenji kind of wanted to push the guy into the doors as they walked past them “accidentally” but his better judgement told him otherwise.

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Aone 4 1/2 Months Into Crushing On You While You Have A Crush On Someone Else 💔:

Back at their signature lunch table, Aone sat with his best friend and some other members of the volleyball team.

The big-boned setter was exuberantly telling the team a story about him and his brother when Futakuchi noticed that his white haired friend was the only one at the table not listening at all

In Aone’s defence, he was paying attention during the first half of his underclassman’s story tale.....well, until you walked in to the cafeteria.

No one even blamed him because they knew about his intense crush on you—

You captured all of the big man’s attention whenever you walked into a room, it was just second nature now.

Aone loved seeing you smile and talk with your friends but he hated when you would talk to those who liked you as more than a friend—

That damn baseball player had approached you again just now and it really pissed Aone off.

You looked up and chatted with the baseball boy happily, just as you did with everyone (except for your enemy: the class snitch because fuck that guy)

Aone’s eyes fixated on the pair of you.

He was so sad because he liked you so much 💔

His feelings grew stronger everyday, and it hurt him to see you two in the hallway or in class flirting like it wasn’t destroying his heart

Aone knew that it wasn’t logical that he could choose to never make a move on you and still expect you to like him .... that much he admitted to himself

But he at the very least hoped you’d notice him.

Even though he was silently crushing: once you noticed him he’d take it from there, he knew he would

But until then...... you just went about your days looking beautiful as ever, chatting your business loudly in class so Aone could hear, ultimately making him fall for you even more

In the cafeteria that day you had not a clue that when you were just being friendly to one of your admirers (that you actually had 0 feelings for), in actuality— you were simultaneously crumbling the heart of a certain white haired giant who would one day become the most important person to you .......in a year and a half.

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dr-exophil · 4 years ago

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Merman x F!Reader

Hi, and welcome to my first actual story post on this account! This story is about a merman named Tethys, who was based on a drawing a saw online a little while ago (you can see his picture in one of my last posts). It's not very long, only 1944 words, but I'm going to make multiple parts, so stay tuned if you enjoy.

The sky was a deep blue that Saturday morning, orange only barely tinging the horizon. The waves were beginning to recede, the tides no longer under the spell of the moon, and the sand felt soft under my bare feet. It was the first weekend of summer, and my family had insisted on a camping trip to commemorate their favourite season, dragging me along with them. I wasn’t generally much of an outdoorsy person, but even I had to admit that the beach was exceptionally beautiful this morning.

I wandered aimlessly along the coast, only about a foot from the most daring waves, kicking shells and taking in the scenery. It had been a while since I’d last come to the beach, and I was enjoying reconnecting with it. The sound of the waves beside me, the scent of the sea blowing through my hair on a light breeze, the colours of the early morning sky… It was all so magnificent, and I was suddenly glad the light had awakened me this morning.

I was nearing a comparatively sharp turn on the beach, the soft sand giving way to more gritty stuff like crushed up shells and small rocks. As I watched a squadron of early birds divebombing the water in the distance, a few sharpened boulders of varying sizes beside the dunes told me that a new section of beach was coming up. I furrowed my brows and turned my body in the opposite direction, momentarily walking backwards, to see that I’d come far enough that our campsite was nowhere to be seen.

Anxiety washed over me as the waves wash over the beach, and as I was about to walk back, an eerie tune caught my ear and made me look back. A strange sort of humming was coming from around the boulders, the sound alluring in a way I’d never thought possible. Something in me told me this wasn’t right, that the peculiar song wasn’t meant to be heard, but yet it seemed to call to me, slowly coiling around me and leading me to the source.

Before I knew it, I was moving towards the noise, my feet moving without my consent and my heels dragging slightly in the sand. Right as I was about to find the source of the beautiful voice, I caught myself and hid behind the boulder. Suddenly my head was killing me, and my vision blurred momentarily, but it cleared up after I shut my eyes for a few seconds. The singing hadn’t stopped, but it had abruptly become quieter and more hesitant. It was then I realized that whoever was singing must’ve heard me.

A thousand anxious thoughts ran through my head in a matter of seconds. Shit, I really wasn’t supposed to hear it… Oh gods, what if they think I’m some axe murderer, or a stalker? What if they’re the axe murderer? Am I gonna die here?

As my imagination ran amok, and I began regretting ever allowing my family to bring me here, I was stirred from my thoughts by a soft voice calling out nervously, “Hello? Is, uh, someone there?”

It sounded like a boy, or rather a young man. Though his voice sounded slightly deeper when speaking, it was definitely the singer I’d just heard. I suddenly remembered what I was wearing as a cool breeze brushed past my bare legs. I hadn’t expected anyone to come out so early, and all I wore aside from my watch was a large T-shirt, some shorts, and a sports bra, the clothes I’d worn to sleep. Heat crept up my neck as I realized I’d have to show myself like this.

The singer called for me once more before I took a deep breath, steeling myself, and walked around the rock. “Hey,” I said as I brushed some hair away from my face, “I’m sorry to intrude, I just--”

I stopped in my tracks as my eyes met the deep, watery ones of the singer, and I couldn’t help but raise my hands to my mouth in shock. My gaze wandered down his body, past his long, dark hair; his blue and salmon skin shimmering with water and grains of sand, his sharp-clawed, elegant hands, and his scaly, muscular tail. When I came back to his angled face for the second time, I saw his ears, shaped the same as the fins on his hips, currently darker than the rest of his body.

When he cleared his throat nervously, I stumbled back with a yelp, tripping over myself and landing on my bottom. The creature immediately tried to jump to catch me but he was too far, I whimpered loudly and scooted backwards in the sand, eyes as big as saucers. It quickly retreated, backing itself up against the dunes once more and holding its hands up in surrender. “Okay! Alright, I won’t touch you,” he said, his face contorted with worry as he eyed the sharp rocks around me. “Just, are you, uhm, are you okay?”

I ignored his question, once again letting my eyes fall to his tail. It was beautiful, too beautiful to be some elaborate costume. The fin at the end, like the others, was webbed with translucent skin akin to that of reptiles’ shed, or at least it looked that way. If this was really his body, then I had to assume the tail and fins had the same slimy texture as a regular fish. It was hard to rationalize this situation, but focusing on the facts that I knew helped to calm me down. He seemed peaceful enough and asked about my wellbeing, so I assumed he was friendly.

I took a deep breath, heart racing, and eyed him suspiciously. He met my gaze, but seemed to be trying very hard not to look away. “Okay, so, no offence, and excuse me for asking, but… What, um, what are you?”

He seemed relieved to see I had asked such a simple question. “Well,” he said, tapping his claws nervously on the gritty sand, “your people call us many things, but I call myself a mer. I think that’s what’s most common, right? Mermaidens and mermen?”

“Just mermaids, but yeah,” I agreed, before shaking my head vehemently. “But wait, that’s-- mermaids aren’t real?” It came out as a question, as my unsureness was immeasurable. The merman huffed a little laugh, eyes crinkling at the sides, and my eyes went wide as I looked away. What was that? I shook my head once more, pushing the strange twist in my gut down to a nice, dark place where I could forget about it.

Meeting his eyes again, I asked, “If mermaids, or… mer, or whatever, are real, does that mean other “mythical” creatures are real too?” The merman gave me a strange look as I made air quotes around the term “mythical,” but didn’t question it.

“Well, I’m not sure what you would consider mythical, but I have to assume that they are real, if people said mer were make-believe,” he says, looking at a crab in thought as it poked half of its little body out of a hole before quickly backtracking. When he met my eyes again, he seemed a little more apprehensive. “Forgive me for asking, if it’s rude, but what exactly do you call yourself?”

I furrowed my brows a little. “We call ourselves humans, you didn’t know that?” The merman lets out a little snort before he bursts into a fit of laughter. Only then, as a heavy blush of embarrassment clouds my cheeks, do I realize what he meant. “Oh! Oh my god, I’m so stupid,” I mutter, burying my face in my hands. “I-- Oh, would you stop laughing? My name is (Y/n), for crying out loud.”

As he slowly quiets himself, the smile remains on the mer’s face. “(Y/n), you said? What a strange name,” he says, tilting his head slightly. “I’ve never heard a name like that before, but then again, I haven’t ever spoken to a human. My name is Tethys, and it’s… well, startling to meet you.”

I scoff, though in a playful sort of way, and hold my hand out to him. “The shock is all mine,” I say sarcastically. I raise a brow as he stares uncomfortably at my hand, before recoiling and running my hand down my face in exasperation with my idiocy. “Sorry, it’s a, uh, common human greeting. Here, let me show you…”

Tethys watches me warily as I scoot closer to him, sitting on my knees, and slowly reach for his hand. Upon grabbing his hand he immediately pulls away, confusion on his features. “What is this? What are you doing?”

“Trust me on this, it’s simple,” I respond, grabbing him once more. He’s tense, but this time he doesn’t snatch his hand back. Instead, he stares on in interest as I position his right hand so that it’s facing me, and gently slip my hand into his in a handshake. I grin at him, suddenly so excited as I realize that I’m literally teaching a merman how to give a handshake, and he smiles back nervously. I notice, however, out of the corner of my eye, that his ears are changing colours again.

I was about to ask about it when suddenly a loud beeping startled us both. Tethys hissed loudly, his ears twitching violently, and looked to my watch. I quickly shut off my alarm, eyes widening as I turned my gaze from my watch to the orangey sky. Daylight was quickly eating the blue of the night, and I directed my panicked eyes back to Tethys, who was rubbing his temples gently and staring menacingly at my watch. “I have to go,” I said hastily, moving my hands to the ground to push myself up again.

Tethys’s deep blue eyes widened drastically, and he quickly grabbed my forearm to stop me from moving anymore. “But, but wait! You’ve only just got here,” he said, “and I’ve never spoken to a human before! Couldn’t you stay just a little longer?”

His big, sad eyes tore at me, and I really wanted to talk more too, but as I glanced once more at my watch, I knew I couldn’t. “Look, I don’t want to go, but my family is going to freak if they see I’m missing,” I said. I could tell he didn’t quite get that, but he seemed to understand the urgency in my voice. “How about this: I don’t live too terribly far from the beach, so I’ll drive out here a week from now, and meet you right here?”

“A week? How long is that?”

“Seven days,” I respond quickly. “It’s the soonest I can possibly come back; I’m going on a trip during the-- those seven days. Is that okay?”

He hesitates for only a second before nodding. “At night,” he says, “so I can’t be seen. I’ll be here.” I nod in return and stand up as he releases his grip on me, dusting myself off.

“I’ll see you soon, Tethys,” I say, another excited grin making its way onto my face. His ears change to that deep blue once more as he hears his name, and I’m beginning to think it happens when he’s happy. A question for another day, I suppose. He nods once more, smiling big, and for the first time, I notice the razor-sharp teeth he harbours within his mouth.

I shake my head once more as I walk off, a strange yet not unpleasant feeling in the pit of my stomach. A question for another day.

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emwritesfootball · 4 years ago

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New Experiences | Eric Dier and Tyrone Mings

Hey darling can you do a something about Dier and one of his England NT threesome someone a little bit older than him for learning new experiences? Enjoy your day!

Doing this with Mings, per @balenciagastones suggestion xx

Eric was more experienced than any guy you’d ever been with, but he still had things he wanted to learn, especially when it came to pleasing you. The two of you had a great dynamic already, but he wanted to take things to the next level. He’d seen the way you looked at Tyrone when you thought he wasn’t looking and just like that, Eric knew just how he was going to satisfy you the next time you came with him while he was on international duty.

Almost a month later, you were flying out with Eric to Paris for a friendly against France and you couldn’t wait. Eric had hinted that this trip was going to be special but he wouldn’t tell you why and the suspense was killing you.

You were sitting between Tyrone and Eric on the flight, your body alight with energy. Tyrone had obviously been flirting with you for the first thirty minutes and you kept looking over at Eric to see if he was going to get angry.

“Are you okay with this?” You hissed to Eric when Ty got up to use the bathroom.

“Of course,” Eric replied curtly, turning another page in the novel he was reading. “I told Ty it was okay.”

Your eyes widened at his admission and you knew this had to be the thing Eric had been hinting at. “Really?”

“Really. I’ve seen the way you look at him and I think it’s about time we spiced things up. And, if we win on Saturday, there’s going to be a lot more in your favour.”

***

And that’s how you found yourself tied to the headboard of the room you were sharing with Eric, Tyrone standing over you. “Have you ever tried nipple clamps before?” Tyrone asked, his eyes glued to your tits. Your chest was heaving as you breathed heavily and it didn’t escape his gaze.

“No, I haven’t,” Eric confessed. “She’s never asked.”

Tyrone turned his attention to you. “Would you like to have your nipples clamped?”

The straightforward question had you grasping for words. “Y-Yes, Ty.”

Tyrone shook his head. “When you’re like his, you address me as ‘Sir’, got it?” You nodded and he continued. “And you’ll refer to Eric as ‘Daddy’. Care to try it out for us, Babygirl?”

“Yes, Sir.” You looked over at Eric. “Please clamp my nipples, Daddy.”

Eric produced a chain with a clamp on either end and your eyes widened. He stalked towards you, the bed dipping as he sat down.

“You’ll want to warm up the metal first,” Tyrone started, sitting down on the opposite side of the bed. “Try dragging it over her most-sensitive spots.”

Of course Eric started with your inner thighs, the cool metal of the chain causing goosebumps to break out over your skin. It felt different than when he had his beard between your legs but it was still turning you on. Your back arched and your legs started to involuntarily close as the sensations became too much.

Tyrone stopped you with a hand on your thigh. “This is where you need to punish her for her indiscretions. She needs to learn that she’s not the one that gets to dictate how fast or how slow you move. Spread her legs.”

Eric did so, his eyes on yours the whole time. You whimpered as the cold air hit your dripping cunt again.

“Don’t make us have to tie your legs open, Princess,” he growled and Ty smirked.“Now, remind her what happens to girls who don’t follow the rules - give her cunt a hard slap.”

You cried out and bucked against your restraints as Eric landed a particularly hard slap against your lower lips. It took all your willpower not to close your legs at the pain and you failed, earning yourself another. Eric went back to warming up the chain on your skin, loving the way you responded to him.

“We’re going to prepare your tits now, Babygirl,” Tyrone murmured, giving you a lascivious grin. The scratch of his calloused hands over your torso had you thrashing and moaning. Both men had large hands and they knew how to use them, each taking a tit in their hands and mouth. You were helpless to their touches, each pinch or sucking kiss going straight to your pussy and making you cry out.

“Ready for those clamps, Princess?” Eric asked, a gleam in his eye as he dragged the chain up your torso one last time.

“Y-Yes, Daddy,” you stuttered out, your eyes heavy-lidded as you watched him.

“You know,” Tyrone mused, one hand slipping between your legs to cup your throbbing pussy, “she just might cum from this...”

“I-” you started to speak, choking on your words as the first clamp went on your distended nipple. Tyrone pressed his palm against your clit and you dug your heels into the mattress to hump him unabashedly. “Oh, god!” you choked out, whimpering.

The second clamp made you cum and you still weren’t sure why or how it happened. One moment, Eric was pinching your nipple and placing the clamp and the next, you were screaming as an orgasm raced through you and you were grinding against Tyrone’s palm as he grinned at you.

“Well, well, well,” Tyrone began after you came down from that high, “looks like someone forgot to ask if they could cum and decided to cum without permission.”

Your eyes widened and you looked to Eric for help. All he did was shrug. “Not my fault you didn’t ask, now, is it?”

You made an indignant noise in the back of your throat. “Please, Eric!” You begged, completely forgetting your manners.

“That’s Daddy to you, Princess,” Eric replied, yanking harshly on the chain connecting your nipple clamps. You were unbearably sensitive and it hurt, tears springing to your eyes as you screamed.

“My favourite method of punishment for cumming without permission is a sound spanking,” Tyrone suggested, producing a riding crop. You watched as he handed it to Eric. “I’ll hold her legs open so she can’t protect that naughty cunt.”

“No, please!” You begged, struggling against the restraints. You knew you’d have bruises on your wrists tomorrow but you didn’t care. “I-I didn’t mean to! It was an accident!”

You were still in the midst of explaining yourself when Eric landed the first slap with the crop. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to close your legs but Tyrone’s hands on your knees stopped you. “Oh, God!” You ground out, sucking in a breath.

“Now, say thank you, Babygirl,” Tyrone said in a patronizing tone.

You hated how the humiliation turned you on as you said, “Th-thank you for my spanking, Daddy.”

“Beg me for another.” Eric’s command had you squirming.

You didn’t want another but you knew you deserved it and the mind fuck alone was enough to have you saying, “Please, Daddy - spank my naughty pussy again.”

“Good girl.”

The second slap stung more than the first and you couldn’t help cursing Tyrone as you hissed through the pain. The cycle continued until fifteen slaps had been delivered and your lower lips were swollen and sensitive.

“Now, for the best part,” Tyrone said, releasing your legs when Eric was done. “Getting a taste of that pussy.”

You looked from Eric to Ty, not quite sure who was going to go down on you. You got your answer when Eric knelt over your body and stroked his cock while Tyrone settled between your legs.

The only other person who’d been able to make you feel that good between your legs had been Eric, but Tyrone was different in the best ways. He knew how to work you over with his lips and tongue, dipping a finger inside your pussy to make you moan. You sucked Eric’s dick, trying your best to make him feel good when you couldn’t use your hands. You didn’t really need to, though - Eric fisted a hand in your hair and fucked your face until he was cumming down your throat while Tyrone’s face was still buried in your pussy.

Tyrone kept licking your pussy until you couldn’t take it anymore and then he pushed you past your limits until you weren’t sure you’d be able to hold on. Then, he made you cum, milking your orgasm until you were breathless and your body went limp. You were all fucked out by the time he was done with you and all Eric could do was look at you with pride.

“That’s my good girl,” Eric praised, untying you and carrying you to the bathroom. “Did you have fun?”

“Mmhmm,” you nodded, sleepy. “Just wash me up and take me to bed, Daddy.”

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stevie-kd · 4 years ago

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“Feral”

Part 5

Read part 1 here

Read part 2 here

Read part 3 here

Read part 4 here

::in which Bakugou and Kirishima are closer than ever, quite literally and figuratively. Bakugou messes up, plans are definitely NOT cancelled, and there is a maybe date happening::

P.S. IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO POST. It was a loooong week. I’ve gotten a promotion though, so that was cool! Anywho, I’ll try and be quicker with the updates since I have a lot of my one-shots already half finished:)

P.P.S. I wrote out the whole chapter and apparently it’s exceeded a word count or something so I had to split it into two chapters. I just have to give it a quick edit and I’ll have it up today, hopefully in the next couple hours.

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Aizawa kept Bakugou for one more night just for observation. He was allowed back to class Tuesday morning.

Kirishima waited outside of his dorm for Bakugou to finish getting ready. He played a game on his phone and leaned against the wall opposite of Bakugou’s door.

He’d only been waiting a few minutes before the door opened and a fully-uniformed Bakugou Katsuki stepped out. He looked well rested and much more like himself than Kirishima had seen him in days. He still had his usual grumpy look, but it put a smile on Kirishima’s face to see it. He’d missed Bakugou so much that having him back felt like a hole had been filled in his chest.

Kirishima didn’t think about what he did next until Bakugou pulled away. The redhead looked down at their hands, dawning on him that he’d just tried to hold Bakugou’s hand. The movement felt so natural, almost like an instinct.

“Oh!” he said, surprised by himself. “I’m sorry, man. That was weird of me. I didn’t even think about it—”

“It’s fine, Shitty Hair,” Bakugou interrupted him. “Here.”

Kirishima watched as Bakugou laced their arms together at their elbows. He had a weird scowl on his face, but he didn’t say anything about it and opted to tug Kirishima along to get him moving. Together, arm in arm, they descended the hall until they reached the elevator.

They didn’t say a word the whole ride down. Kirishima was too lost in his racing thoughts to come up with the right thing to say.

Was Bakugou touch starved? He wasn’t ever the type of guy to initiate any sort of touching. Though, he hadn’t been able to get near anyone in days. On average, at least a few times a day Kirishima would lean on him or put a hand on his shoulder or sometimes even throw him into a surprise hug the blond didn’t see coming. Bakugou had adapted to Kirishima’s fondness. This—having Bakugou as the initiator—was so foreign, Kirishima couldn’t wrap his head around it.

They didn’t let go of each other until they reached the kitchen. Kirishima tossed Bakugou ingredients and utensils as the explosive boy whipped up some egg drop ramen for the two of them.

He usually made more food to include the Bakusquad, but he never bothered with breakfast. The other three were never up early enough.

As it turned out, Kaminari was right: Kirishima had missed Bakugou’s cooking. He wasn’t sure where the blond learned to cook so well, but Kirishima would have given his pal a five star review on Yelp if he could have.

“What did I miss in class?” Bakugou asked after they’d sat down. He was twirling his chopsticks around in his bowl to pick up some noodles.

“Don’t know,” Kirishima answered through a mouthful. He swallowed before continuing. “I didn’t really go to class yesterday.”

Bakugou frowned. He glared at his ramen like he’d just witnessed it murder his cat. “Let’s ask Ponytail for her notes. I’m not asking shitty Deku. His notebook is a fucking mess.”

“Good idea,” Kirishima agreed. “Hey, did you wanna do some extra training after class? The gym is free today. We could work on our special moves like last time.”

Bakugou seemed to be thinking it over. After a moment of considering, he set his chopsticks down. “What if we went to the movies?”

Kirishima stared at him. He’d said it in such a soft voice, Kirishima knew he was being serious. “The movies? Over training? That doesn’t sound like you.”

He glared in return. “Do you want to or not, Shitty Hair?”

He laughed. “Yeah, totally! Was there a movie you had in mind?”

Bakugou picked his chopsticks back up and was using the utensils to play with his food. Kirishima couldn’t help thinking he looked shy. His cheeks were the slightest hint of pink. “There’s that action movie… I know you like those.”

Kirishima perked up at that. “Really? You’re talking about the one where those two guys have to duel for the dojo after their master is killed, right?”

“The only cheesy-as-hell action movie in the theaters right now, yes.”

“Dude, I’ve wanted to watch that forever! It didn’t do great in the box office, but I think it looks great! You really want to sit through that for me? That doesn’t seem like your kind of movie.”

He finally stood to take his bowl to the sink. “I just want to get out. I’ve spent the last four days staring at white walls.” He nodded his head to Kirishima’s empty bowl, who got the message and passed it over.

“I’m down for the movie, one-hundred percent! And, hey—maybe this weekend we can go hiking? That should help get you out of your own head.”

He hummed in response. “There was that new trail we could try.”

“Oh! Yeah, I remember that. We wanted to go last time, but it was getting too dark so we didn’t get the chance. How’s your schedule look? I’m free all weekend!”

He finished up washing their dishes and deposited them onto the drying rack. “Let’s go Saturday. My shitty aunt is in town this weekend, so I can avoid her at least then. I have some stupid family dinner my parents are making me go to on Sunday if… uh, if you wanna go.”

Kirishima cocked his head. “To your family dinner? You want me to go? Would I be intruding?”

Bakugou leaned against the counter and folded his arms. “No. If you’re there I might actually act ‘civil’ is how my old hag put it. You can sleep over too, if you want.”

Kirishima’s eyes sparkled. A sleepover? At Bakugou’s house?! He’d been over a few times, and he loved being able to spend the extra time with his hot-headed friend. But a sleepover? His heart nearly leapt out of his chest.

“Hell yeah! You usually head home Friday nights, right? What time should I be around Saturday to head on the hike?”

“Just come home with me Friday. Then we can leave early.”

Holy. Shit.

Two whole nights with Bakugou. He felt like his brain was about to short circuit.

His moms wouldn’t like him not visiting over the weekend, but they would understand. He talked pretty highly of Bakugou to his parents, so they would know how much this meant to him.

He pumped his fists together. “Alright! A guys’ weekend! This is gonna be great, man! We can watch movies and play video games, and I’m gonna get you to stay up past eight-thirty!”

Bakugou snorted. “Then I’ll make sure to wake you up by six in the morning.”

“No!” Kirishima gasped. “That’s just cruel, man.”

Bakugou smirked and grabbed his book bag, then headed for the door. Kirishima jumped up to follow.

Class was extra boring today, and Kirishima couldn’t pay attention to a word of his lessons. The day dragged on, probably because he had the movies with Bakugou to look forward to.

Finally, the bell rang for lunch. He and the squad moved out while Bakugou stayed back to collect the homework assignments he missed yesterday. He’d catch up with them after.

They were all seated at their usual table, Ashido chatting everyone’s ears off. Kirishima zoned out staring out the window at the lawn when the pink-haired girl brought him back down to earth.

“Kiri? Babe. Earth to Kirishima.”

He smiled sheepishly. “Sorry. My head is all over the place today.”

He hadn’t even realized Bakugou sat down beside him. The blond was giving him a weird look as he popped open his bento box.

“So!” Kaminari exclaimed, catching everyone’s attention. “I had this idea—”

“Oh shit,” Bakugou muttered loud enough for everyone to hear.

Kaminari glared at him while everyone else laughed. “Anyway. Wouldn’t it be such a good idea if we challenged Bakugou and Sato to a cook off? Our class chef versus our class baker. It'd be epic!”

“I love it!” Ashido announced.

Sero looked into the distance dreamily. “Think about all the leftover food.”

“I don’t bake,” Bakugou stated. “I don’t do sweets. And Sugar Freak is a shit cook. Wouldn’t be much of a challenge.”

“Well, we can have you both whip up something as a main dish and then a dessert to follow,” Ashido suggested. “We could vote whose meal was better.”

Bakugou didn’t look impressed. He stuffed a chunk of beef into his mouth and ignored the rest of the conversation.

“What if we did it tonight? Everyone’s free, right?”

Kirishima whipped his head up from his meal to face Kaminari. “Not tonight, man. We’ve got homework to catch up on, and Bakugou and I were going to catch a movie.”

Everyone’s eyebrows scrunched. They stared between the two boys like this was weird behavior of them.

“The movies?” Ashido asked, her expression shifting to something more mischievous. “Like, just the two of you? Alone?”

“You annoying shitsticks aren’t coming, so don’t even ask,” Bakugou said in his grumpy voice.

Kaminari raised a devilish eyebrow. “So… is this like… a date?”

Kirishima felt his ears grow hot. “No! No, it’s not like that! We’re just two bros going to the movies! Right, Katsuki?”

He looked over to the blond, who had a death grip on his chopsticks. His face read pure rage, but there was a blush crawling up his neck and cheeks. It seemed to worsen at the use of his given name. The chopsticks snapped in his grip.

“KATSUKI?!” Ashido practically screamed. “He lets you call him by his given name?”

The other two boys were dying at this point. They clutched their stomachs as they busted out laughing, tears sparkling in their eyes. Sero slapped a hand on the table. “Oh my god! I can’t breathe!”

Bakugou slammed his own fists against the table and stood. “FUCK YOU GUYS, WE’RE OUT OF HERE! COME ON, SHITTY HAIR! LET’S GO.”

Kirishima stood on wobbly legs, his meal forgotten as his mind reeled. He chased after Bakugou, a million questions racing through his brain he couldn’t seem to vocalize. Was this a date? If it wasn’t, wouldn’t Bakugou have corrected them? If it was, why’d he get so defensive?

Bakugou turned around and grabbed Kirishima by the elbow to speed him up. They must have been too loud, because half the cafeteria’s eyes were watching them as they left.

They made it back to the classroom, and Bakugou’s grip hadn't let up. He finally let go when he moved to his desk and sat down heavily. He crossed his arms and turned his face away from Kirishima.

“Uh,” Kirishima tried to form words, but he wasn’t sure what to say. “Should we talk about this?”

“No,” he answered quickly.

“Well, that seemed to really bother you back there. If you were thinking—”

“I don’t want to talk about it, Eijirou.”

Kirishima could see the angry blush on his face when he glanced back at the redhead. Kirishima settled into the desk beside his. “Alright. You still want to go though, don’t you?”

He huffed. “Yeah, we’re still fucking going.”

His lips spread into a smile. “Glad to hear it! I can’t wait.”

The two broke out their homework after that, attempting to get caught up before the rest of the class slowly trickled back in. To Kirishima’s surprise, it was Bakugou who was having trouble focusing.

Class started up again, and Kirishima had to migrate back to his own desk. A worksheet was passed out by Midnight, and they were told to fill out what they could. Kirishima was only a few questions in when he glanced Bakugou’s way out of habit.

Midoriya was leaning forward, whispering something to Bakugou, who looked his usual amount of annoyed. It was when the green-haired boy reached out to tap Bakugou’s shoulder that chaos ensued.

Kirishima shot from his desk and across the room before most students even noticed anything was wrong. Everything happened so fast, even Kirishima’s brain had to play catch up.

Bakugou had snapped. In an instant, he’d had Midoriya pinned to the floor, slashing at his face with the claws that weren’t there. Midoriya was obviously caught off guard, but he was still fast enough to hold his arms up to shield his face from Bakugou’s attacks.

Kirishima tackled Bakugou off of his rival, using his hardening to pin him down. Bakugou was uncharacteristically hissing like some wild animal. Sero and Tokoyami were out of their seats now too, ready to help if they could.

“Katsuki!” Kirishima yelled, trying to snap the blond back to reality. “Katsuki, stop! It’s me! It’s Eijirou!”

Midnight stood above the boys, her hand resting on her sleeve and ready to tear it to put Bakugou to sleep with her quirk. Kirishima quickly shook his head at her. “Don’t! That won’t help.”

Bakugou’s movements became sluggish and he was blinking hard, quicly coming back to his senses. Kirishima watched as realization dawned in his eyes. He looked between Kirishima on top of him to Midoriya on the ground a few feet away. “Shit,” he cursed.

“Kacchan, I’m sorry!” Midoriya apologized. “I didn’t know the quirk hadn’t worn off yet. I shouldn’t have touched you. Kacchan, I’m so sorry!”

“Don’t fucking apologize to me, damn nerd!” he shouted in return. He growled in frustration. “I thought this shit was over.”

“It’s alright, man,” Kirishima sighed, relieved to have Bakugou back. He slid off of the blond and sat on the floor, rubbing the back of his neck. “Midoriya, you okay?”

“I-I’m fine!”

“Ahem,” Midnight cleared her throat. She had her hands on her hips and an unimpressed look on her face. “Could someone tell me what’s going on?”

“After effects,” Todoroki was the one to explain to Kirishima’s surprise. “It seems the quirk hasn’t quite worn off.”

“I’m fine now,” Bakugou grumbled. “It’s gone.”

“I highly doubt—”

“It was a fluke!”

“Guys!” Kirishima raised his voice to get them to stop. Bakugou glared at him for his interruption. Kirishima ignored the look and turned back to the other student still on the floor. “Midoriya, why don’t you swap seats with me for today?”

Midoriya nodded, finally pulling himself off the ground. “Good idea.”

Bakugou caught Kirishima’s wrist before he could stand as well. “I don’t need a damn babysitter.”

“I’m not babysitting you,” the redhead fired back. “My quirk is best suited to stop you if it happens again, which I doubt it will. Just a precaution, man.”

Midnight was tapping her foot, arms folded as she stared the two down. “Are you boys sure this is such a good idea?”

“Yes,” they said in unison. They looked at each other, and Bakugou bowed his head to allow Kirishima to finish. “He’ll be fine. It won’t happen again, and I’ll be there to stop him before it could happen again.”

She clicked her tongue. “Alright. I’ll allow it. Don’t make me regret it. And there had better not be any more interruptions.”

Everyone migrated back to their seats and the light chatter died off. Kirishima and Midoriya collected their things and traded seats. Once he was seated, Kirishima noticed a folded up piece of paper on the corner of the desk.

He opened it as quietly as he could, but Midnight seemed pretty preoccupied by the romance novel her eyes were glued to. It was definitely Bakugou’s handwriting, all caps and angry penmanship.

THANK YOU EIJIRO. YOU’ RE A GOOD FRIEND

Kirishima smiled. Bakugou really had grown so much in his time since coming to UA. Kirishima was so proud to be the explosive boy’s friend.

It’s cool ! Don’t sweat it man . Still wanna see that movie tonight ??

He tossed the note over Bakugou’s shoulder, who jumped a little like he was surprised to see it return. Kirishima could hear his pencil scrawling out a reply.

He passed it back, his eyes on Midnight to avoid being caught passing notes.

STILL THINK IT’S A GOOD IDEA?

Totally !! I wanna spend time with you dude

He chewed on his lip. Maybe that was a little too forward. He ended up erasing that bit and starting over.

Yeh man I think it’d be good for you to get out . Being cooped up for days isn’t good for ya

Bakugou held onto the note for a few minutes, maybe contemplating what to say. Kirishima tried to focus on his assignment, but it proved impossible and he ended up circling random answers.

Bakugou twisted his arm behind his back and held the folded note between two fingers. Kirishima plucked it from his grasp and unfurled it again.

COME TO MY ROOM AFTER YOU’RE READY TO GO. WE’RE GONNA GET DINNER FIRST SHITTY HAIR.

Kirishima giggled, and a few heads turned his way. He was too excited to care about the prying eyes or the blush that rose to his cheeks.

He couldn’t help but think about how date-like this seemed. He didn’t want to get his hopes up, but… well.

He couldn’t help it.

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Hope you guys liked it, and thanks for the read !!

Read part 6 here

8/31/2020

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jlalafics · 5 years ago

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Prompt request 2! We’re studying in the library and there are two people very obviously fucking in the stacks and we keep sharing embarrassed glances

Here you go boo-boo! Enjoy!

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Friday

Groaning, Katniss Everdeen packed her laptop in her bag and threw it over her shoulder. She couldn’t believe that she had mixed up her dates in her calendar. Not only was her Anatomy Practical due on Monday, but so was her analysis on Thoreau and transcendentalism.

She was usually very good at not messing up the calendar; it kept her on track and on time for graduating the upcoming spring.

So, what if she didn’t get to participate in the usual college activities? She didn’t need sorority sisters or keg parties. She didn’t need waking up in someone else’s dorm room after a night of meaningless sex.

She was on the Dean’s List.

That was pretty cool…right?

Johanna, her roommate, stepped into their dorm room. Wrapped in a towel and carrying her shower caddy, she nodded at Katniss before going to her closet.

“There’s a party going on upstairs,” she informed her as she rummaged through her clothes. “Do you want to come?”

“I’ve got two assignments due on Monday,” Katniss replied as she zipped up her bag.

Johanna shrugged. “Your loss. Hit me up if you decide to join and I’ll send you the dorm info.”

“Sure. Have a good time.” Katniss reached for her notebook. “Just don’t bring anyone back to the dorm, okay?”

“Hey! Someone has to get laid around here!”

“I know, but I hate having to give them the let-down talk after you take off,” Katniss retorted. “They look so bummed to be waking up to me and my flannel pajamas.”

“Fine.” Johanna gave her a smile. “Have fun at your favorite place in the world.”

She grinned back. “I will.”

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The Panem Library was three floors of pure bliss for her. Katniss always sat on the second floor, right next to archives because no one ever really bothered to come up there. Here, she could commandeer a whole table, spread out her notes and arrange her highlighters. There was also an outlet for her laptop so she would never have to worry about it dying.

The second floor was mostly empty, and her usual table was free so quickly set everything up, notes to her left and writing paraphernalia to her right with her laptop plopped in the middle.

Finally sitting down, Katniss looked around to examine the other occupants of the second floor. There was an older man towards the far end of the floor in a cubby as well as one girl in the corner. Her eyes moved across her area and she almost yelped at who was sitting just a table apart from her.

He hadn’t been there while she was setting up!

He must’ve felt her stare because Peeta Mellark suddenly looked up from his own laptop to meet her eyes.

Then, he smirked. “Everdeen.”

“Mellark. What the hell are you doing here?” she demanded to know.

He had been a thorn in her side since they sat next to each other in General Anatomy—whenever he bothered to show up. When he did show, Peeta either spent his time trying to look at her notes or tugging at her braid.

The worse part was that when the exam grades were listed, he was always—besides herself—one of the top scores.

“I may not be married to my assignments like you are, but I do study,” he retorted.

Katniss nodded tersely. “Fine. Just try not to bother me.”

He glared. “You looked at me first!”

She looked down, hiding her blush. “Whatever.”

“Clever,” he mocked.

They went silent and with a deep breath, Katniss began to look over her notes about transcendentalism, losing herself in her scribble.

“Oh my God…yes…yes…”

Her head shot up at the thick moan and she looked around, seeing nothing out of the ordinary.

Her eyes went to Peeta, who was also looking around, two crimson spots on his cheeks.

He turned to her. “Tell me you heard that.”

Katniss waved it off. “Maybe someone is watching something on their laptop on the main floor.”

“Well, whatever they’re watching sounds pretty fucking dirty,” Peeta replied.

She found herself chuckling at his words.

Their eyes met for a quick second and she felt a rush of warmth at Peeta’s boyishly handsome smile. His ocean eyes held hers for a moment and her chest fluttered.

Katniss quickly looked down, overwhelmed by her reaction to his penetrating gaze.

Calm the hell down! Yes, Peeta Mellark is a good-looking guy, but there’s no need to get weird over him.

She made a grab for her next set of notes and took her yellow highlighter, uncapping it—

“That’s it…you feel so good…you’re going to make me co—"

The words were followed by a series of moans and grunts.

“Okay, someone is definitely fucking.” Peeta stood up, going to her table, and holding out his hand. “Let’s go.”

She peered up at him in confusion. “What?”

“We’re not going to get any work done if they don’t get the hell out of here,” Peeta told her. “So, we have to find them and let them know that they need to either wrap it up or get out before we alert the library managers.”

“I didn’t peg you as cockblock,” Katniss remarked.

Peeta grinned. “I didn’t peg you as a voyeur of sorts.”

“I just understand that sometimes it’s hard to find places to be alone,” she stated. He looked to her curiously as she stood, taking his offered hand.

Peeta pointed to the far left. “I heard it coming through the archives—that way.”

Katniss snorted. “Oh yeah. That’s just old research on minerals. Nobody is going to be coming around there.”

He smiled wickedly at her as they headed in that direction.

“Didn’t you hear the guy—obviously somebody’s going to be coming.” She laughed at his words and he turned back to her. “You have a nice laugh.”

“It’s a pretty normal laugh.”

“Well, maybe it’s because I don’t hear it that often,” he said as they headed down the corridor.

They went silent as they traveled along the shelves of dusty papers and weathered books. As they got further in, it started to get warmer and Katniss could feel the sweat build at the nape of her neck. She pulled at his hand to stopped them and he whipped around, swift as a ninja.

“It’s fucking warm,” she hissed. Quickly, she pulled her navy sweater, revealing her grey tank top, and took her the hair tie from her wrist to pull her thick, dark hair up into a top knot. “That’s better.”

Katniss looked up to find Peeta staring at her. His jaw was taut, and his usually light eyes were thunderous, her core suddenly throbbed as he reflexively licked his lips.

“What?”

The question came tightly from her mouth.

Peeta shook his head, pulling himself out of his reverie. “Nothing. You just look…different.”

“I suppose you see me as more asexual,” she replied as they continued down their path. Peeta grunted in response. “It’s probably because I’m not blonde and my tits don’t bounce when I walk—”

She was suddenly slammed against a bookshelf, dust flying at the sudden motion, and staring straight into Peeta’s electric eyes.

“Don’t presume to know how I see you,” he whispered against her mouth. “Trust me, sweetheart. You are sexy, and I’ve fought temptation when it comes to you, Katniss.” His nose went to her neck, inhaling deeply. “And for the record, your tits definitely bounce—I had to stop myself from yanking your top down and pulling one into my mouth while you were yammering.”

Katniss was acutely aware of the fire kindling between them—their mission forgotten—she wrestled with her need to be sensible and her need to reach down to feel…him.

Carefully, her lips went to his, pillowing his bottom lip between hers, dragging it slowly before pulling away.

The little motion filled her body with an ache so harsh that she almost fell to her knees, her core pulsed, and she could feel the wetness between her thighs.

This had never happened before—this hunger—but she wanted more.

Peeta breathed shakily, his hand reaching for the nape of her neck to press his forehead to hers. “Wow.”

Her mouth melted into a smile reflecting his own.

He looked at her shyly. “Do you want to…um…study…at my place? I have my own apartment; it’s quiet and much more comfortable.”

She laughed softly. “Why do you study at the library? You have a perfectly private place.”

“Because of you,” he told her. “I overheard your roommate once saying that you usually come here on Fridays. I thought if you saw me here that you’d take me a little more seriously.”

“Why would what I think matter?” she asked, her heart racing.

“I like you.” The words came out like a treasured wish. “Katniss, you have no idea of the effect you have on me.”

They both went silent at the declaration.

“Yes…yes…oh YES!”

The tension broke and they both burst into laughter.

“Well, I guess it’ll be much quieter now so you can study,” Peeta told her, his gaze traveling down disheartened.

She smiled to herself. When the hell did Peeta Mellark become so endearing to her?

“Okay.”

Peeta’s head shot up. “What?”

“Let’s go to your place,” she told him simply, tugging him back to their tables. “I hope you have snacks.”

He was flabbergasted. “Snacks…uh yeah…I can bake, too.”

“Oh good. I get hungry after a study session,” Katniss rattled on. “And after sex, of course.”

“What?”

She turned to him, an amused smile on her face.

“We’re not going to be like those two in the stacks, especially since we have perfectly good bed, right?” Peeta nodded. “Then, let’s go.”

She turned but was suddenly yanked back and into Peeta’s arms.

“Yes?”

“I’ve been wanting to do this since the beginning of the semester.”

Then, he kissed her.

++++++

Sunday

“Where have you been?” Johanna asked as she entered her dorm. “I feel like I haven’t seen you since Friday.”

Katniss put her bag down in a daze, thoughts on the man who had spent most of Saturday between her thighs.

She also got both her assignments done—a feat when she discovered how good Peeta was going down on her.

Katniss turned to her roommate, giving her a serene smile.

“I’ve just been…studying.”

FIN.

#keelaree #Everlark Drabble #Everlark #library!Everlark

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oop here is my request: drunk!steve admitting that he's in love with the reader, a drunken kiss & maybe some playfulness, then he has no memory of it the next morning until he's told later that day and bam! it all comes back to him. maybe he finds reader to ask her out sober this time? thank you soooo much!!

warnings: underage drinking

word count: 1.7K

It wasn’t a surprise to anyone that Steve was a flirtatious drunk, especially to Y/N. Any time he was around her at a party, his attitude would do a complete turnaround. No matter how drunk he was, he would always seek her out, clumsily stumble over to her and spend the rest of the night by her side. This night was no different, besides the fact that he was a lot farther gone than he usually would get.

She didn’t think anything of his flirtations anymore, considering they were constant, but only when he was drunk. Sure, it was hard to have him flirt with her only to get nothing out of it in the days after, but it was alright. This night was no different, besides the fact that she had finally realized that she was in love with the goofy, drunk boy in front of her.

“Oh shit.” Steve mumbled at one point after taking a shot of vodka with no chaser, earning a wild look from Y/N and the people around them; he winced momentarily then flashed a hazy smile in her direction. “Let’s dance!”

“Dance?” she giggled as he reached for her wrist to bring her towards him, mumbling the words as Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper played through the living room. “This isn’t really a song to dance to with a friend.”

“Shush, just c’mon!” he slurred as he grabbed her other wrist, making her nearly fall onto him as she tried to keep her drink from spilling. “It’ll be fun, I promise.”

“Yeah?” she said with raised eyebrows as she finally got a closer look at him for the first time all night, realizing he was a lot more drunk than she had thought. “I think you’re already been having a lot of fun tonight, Steve.”

“I have been, and I’m having more fun now that you’re here with me.” he chuckled, snaking an arm around her waist as he swayed them both back and forth. “I think this song—this song is my song to you, Y/N.”

“Why do you say that?” she retorted, her tipsy mind failing to catch up in the moment.

“Because—Y’know. I think about you a lot.” he replied, his speech still slurred but too confident, just like the Steve she knew and loved. “And when I think about you, I think that I love you.”

“You think that you what?” she asked, her eyes wide as she peered up at him in disbelief even though his gaze was on the wall behind her.

“I think—I think that I’m in love with you, ‘kay?” he laughed, finally looking down at her to see her conflicted expression. “What?”

“I—I don’t know what to say to that, Steve. I think you’re too drunk and not thinking straight.” she explained, still not believing his words.

“That doesn’t matter right now! I might not be thinking straight but it’s okay. Even though I’m drunk, I know that I want to say that.” he mumbled to her.

Before she could get a word of protest in, Steve cupped her cheek, making her breath hitch. He started down at her for a moment with heavy-lidded eyes, waiting to gauge her reaction to his touch. She looked confused by his words but hopeful about them at the same time. So, he took his chance. If he didn’t do it now, he wouldn’t ever do it; even if he wouldn’t remember it, he wanted to finally confess.

The kiss that followed told her everything she needed to know. Like he said, he may have been drunk, but he was damn sure when he said he was in love with her. The kiss was sweet and slow, but passionate enough to show her that he spoke the truth.

“Do you believe me now?” he slurred after pulling away, smiling down at her.

“I think so, but I won’t fully believe you until you tell me sober.” she teased, suddenly becoming very aware of the drunk teens around them staring. “But right now, I think it’s time to get you home. People are watching us.”

“But the party’s just started!” he protested, shaking his head as she tried to pull him away from the crowd of people.

“It’s one in the morning and I think you’re drunker than anyone else here.” she replied matter-of-factly, getting him to finally quit his protests and follow her towards the door.

The whole night was a blur to Steve, it felt like he was in fast-forward as she drove him home and got him into his bed. He was complimenting her the whole time, telling her that she’ll make an amazing girlfriend to him when he’s sober. She only giggled and shook her head at his remarks, knowing he wouldn’t remember it all in the morning.

“Here’s some water and Advil for the morning, Steve. You’re gonna feel really bad when you wake up.” she laughed, patting his cheek as he laid down in his bed. “Sleep tight.”

“Wait, before you leave.” Steve called, grabbing her wrist gently. “Can I get another kiss before you leave?”

“You can get that when you’re sober. Sweet dreams, Steve.” she said, smiling over at him before walking out of his bedroom.

She was right, the next morning was absolute hell for Steve. His head was pounding when he woke up, the sunlight flowing through his window adding to the sensitivity. He groaned loudly as he rolled over, looking over at the clock on his bedside table to see that it was almost noon, which meant he was almost late for work. Steve really considered calling in, but he knew Keith would chew him out if he didn’t come in for the second time in a month. So, he trudged out of bed to start getting ready for work, his mind desperately working to figure out what happened the night before. He was grateful for the Advil and water he found next to his clock, but wasn’t sure how they got there. But, he pushed his thoughts aside and made his way to work.

The day wasn’t in any way unusual for Steve when he got into work; it was a typical, slow Saturday. Robin was of no help to him with remembering the night before, since she left before midnight even came around. He was left to his own devices to find out what happened, he thought. That was until Jason Hawthorne walked into the Family Video just before his shift ended, a grin plastered on his face when he saw Steve at the counter.

“Harrington! How the hell did you survive the night? Did that girl take your drunk ass home?” Jason asked, chuckling at Steve’s disheveled appearance.

“What girl?” Steve replied, furrowing his brow.

“The one you kissed? You were all over her before she dragged you out.” he shrugged, seeing Steve’s confused expression. “Y/N something, I don’t know her last name.”

That was when it all came back to him. The dancing, the flirting, the touching, the kissing. He remembered it all now. His eyes widened in realization as he stood there, wondering what all she remembered him confessing. Because he sure as hell remembered confessing his love for her that night.

“Yeah, I guess she must have taken me home.” he chuckled, shaking his head to play it cool.

“Are you guys like, a thing? Because if not, there’s plenty of takers for Y/N.” Jason replied, wiggling his eyebrows in a weirdly suggestive way.

“That’s—That’s something I’m gonna have to ask her about.” Steve replied, looking down at his watch to see that it was time to leave. “Speaking of, I’m going to find her right now, so I wouldn’t hold your breath on being next in line to win her over.”

With that, Steve turned on his toes to grab his keys from the back room, almost running Robin over as she came out from her break.

“Hey Y/N works at the arcade next door still, right?” Steve called out to Robin as he packed up his things after clocking out.

“Shouldn’t you know that already, Dingus?” she replied, narrowing her eyes at his question only to get a huff of annoyance in return. “Yes, she works there, but you better hurry up, lover boy! Someone might take your chance before you get there!”

Steve was out the front door after waving goodbye, and rushing towards the arcade next door. Luckily, there she was. Y/N was sitting at the counter, looking bored out of her mind and slightly exhausted as she stared off into space. Steve took a deep breath before walking towards her, a sheepish smile plastered on his face as he did. She finally looked over at him once he got close enough to break her attention, her eyes widening when she saw it was him.

“Steve! How are you feeling today?” she said, feeling her heart flutter lightly at the way he was smiling at her.

“I’m feeling better now, not so good this morning, though.” he laughed nervously, trying to keep his cool as he leaned against the counter. “I—Uh, just wanted to stop by and say thank you for taking care of my drunk ass last night. I really appreciate it.”

“You remember that?” she asked, raising her eyebrows in surprise. “I didn’t think you’d remember anything from last night.”

“Oh, I remember everything.” Steve replied as her amused expression persisted. “And that’s why I’m here. I mean if I was too much of a burden to you, then I’m sorry, I’ll back off. But, you never really said how you felt.”

“I told you that it was a conversation for when you were sober.” she giggled, rolling her eyes slightly as her heart raced.

“Which we are right now.”

“And?”

“And—And, I want to say that I do actually feel that way. And I want to prove it to you by taking you out on a date, a real date. Also to make up for you taking care of me.” he suggested, his gaze meeting hers as she listened to his words so intently.

“I guess I could give it a go.” she giggled, leaning on the counter from the other side to be closer to him.

“Really? You’ll go on a date with me?” he replied, almost in disbelief as she nodded at him. “Can you do tonight? Maybe after you get off work we could go to the movies or something—“

“Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“That sounds great. Pick me up here at seven.” she said, leaning over the counter to kiss his cheek gently before making her way out of sight and into the back room, leaving Steve with a grin and blush spread across his face.

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