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amaretto has been doing his fucking best dealing with two kids who love cats but have never met a kind of skittish cat like hes been doing great and the kids were being pretty gentle with him. but then a third child hit the towers.
#dils declares#i think my sisters kids got a little riled up by a new friend#and we didnt really give my fam friends kid the run down on how amaretto is kind of skittish#so while i wasnt looking they tried to corner him for some pets in the pounding rain.#and we had to coax him back inside with his food (which he was uncharacteristically hesitant about) and not make any sudden movements#or loud noises.#he was so freaked out afterwards.#hes calmed down quite a bit but there can be no loud noises for the next 24 hours.#i gave him some brushies (because he was so soaking wet his fur dried stiff) and he quite liked that
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Love and Deepspace men x fem!reader slightly unhinged HCs
I started Love and Deepspace yesterday so please have my slightly unhinged HCs for the men so far. And minors donât you dare interact
Part 2
Rafayel
Heâs a biter. Leaves you covered in marks from your neck all the way down your thighs.
Plans a date where heâs laid out a huge canvas on the floor of his studio, puts your fave color paint on your hands and his favorite color on his hands, plus several globs of the two colors across the canvas, and then proceeds to have the wildest three rounds of sex on that canvas as it gets progressively more covered in paint. Sells the painting for 6 figures a few weeks later and uses it as an excuse that you need to make more of them.
Tells you his best masterpiece is painting your body with his cumâgot really into it once and dipped the paint brush into your cunt to collect his cum and then painted it across your breasts
Has a secret sketch book thatâs nothing but pictures of you. Lots of them are of you sleeping when he can study your features but thereâs still quite a few he drew from memory.
Made you lay down naked with your legs spread and be still so he could draw the most detailed image of your pussy you could possibly imagine. Itâs his personal fave that no one besides him will ever see.
Sees shibari as a beautiful art form and likes to practice with youâhas a whole album in his phone just of pics of you tied up all pretty for him
Rarely gets soft in a serious way, he much prefers the teasing back and forth you two usually have.
Xavier
Heâs definitely broken into your room Edward Cullen style and watched you sleep
His favorite dates are taking you into the forest at night to watch the stars and moon together. Bonus points if you come across a wanderer and get to fight together.
Clingy after you become his, always wants to be touching you and doesnât let you out of his sight (and yes that means sometimes heâs following you but itâs just because youâre brave and reckless and he worries)
When he eats you out, he holds both your hands in his for you to hold on to and does it with no handsâmakes you cum more times on his tongue than you could fathom (and yes, heâs eating you for his pleasure)
Downloaded a tracker into your watch so he can know where you are at all times
Gets horny when he watches you fight and has def pulled you aside during a mission for a quickie in which you end up having your cunt stuffed with cum for the remainder of the mission
Such a cuddler but like a cat where he only wants to cuddle if he wants toâfalls asleep nearly instantly in your arms like the cute sleepyhead he is
Zayne
Finds it so cute the first time he comes to your apartment and sees all the little snow creatures heâd made you sitting in a windowsill together. Makes you so many more after that. Sends you a bouquet of flowers made from his ice too (#Elsa)
Has food delivered to you at lunch on days he knows youâre super busy so you donât forget to eat since you often forget to take care of yourself (he doesnât mind too much since he likes that you let him take care of you)
Prefers kisses over hugs, except when heâs sad because of a patient (then he likes the warm comfort of your hugs)
Moves his glasses to the top of his head and rubs the bridge of his nose when he gets really stressed
Brings you a mild painkiller after blowing your back out, a smug but tiny smile on his lips, and tells you, âI was a bit rough so humor me and take this medicine. I donât want you in excess pain because of me.â
Loves when you want to lay on his chest when heâs reading through cases and medical journals at night. Heâll read them out loud until you fall asleep and then finish them quietly as you snore softly into his chest
Calls you before a difficult surgery because your voice instantly calms him down
Into bondageâspecifically he likes to tie you up so you canât escape when he starts to overstimulate you. He really canât help it, you just make such pretty noises for him when he gets you to that point that he has to keep going
Tags: @adaurielle @luffysprincess @seraphofthesimps
#love and deepspace#love and Deepspace HCs#zayne love and deepspace#Zayne HCs#zayne x reader#rafayel#rafayel love and deepspace#rafayel HCs#rafayel x reader#Xavier x reader#xavier love and deepspace
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A Dragon and his Museâ Neuvillette
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SUMMERY : As days turn to weeks, a wordless routine develops. You arrive, set up your workplace, then you lose yourself in your art. Neuvillette takes his usual seat, sometimes pretending to work but secretly admires at your creations.
WC : 8.5k
WARNINGS : Neuvillette x afab!reader, reader is a painter, fluff, smut, crack, a sprinkle of angst, love at first sight (?), inexperienced Neuvi, NSFW mating press, unprotected sex, fingering, premature ejaculation.
NOTES : this is one of my favourite piece out of everything I've written, probably because neuvi is my main and he's very sweet <3. I wish it was more slowburn but i suck at thoseI hope you enjoy reading it as much as i loved writing it.
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His office is too quiet. His mind is too loud. Too messy.
Everything seemed just not in place, it was the constant overwork and less appreciation, not that heâs really complaining. But it was taking a toll on his energy nowadays.
Constantly for 400 years.
A thud on the glassy window wasnât enough to grab his attention, but once the noise continued, he finally turned his attention away from the papers
Ah, it was a bird. Knocking on the window using itâs beak.
oh dear, itâs friend joined, but rather than knocking on the window, it flew straight into the glass and fell down.
Neuvillette stood up slowly from his stiff cushioned chair, walking towards the large window, his footsteps echoing softly in the quiet room.
Upon reaching the window, he gazed contemplatively down, lost in thought, his gaze was drawn once more to the two birds. The first bird, still pecking at the glass with a persistent curiosity, seemed undeterred by its previous failure to gain entry. The second bird, now recovered from its fall, fluttered its wings and joined its companion, pecking at the window with renewed vigor. There was something almost endearing about their determination, a small yet poignant reminder of persistence and companionship.
He reached out to open the window, so they can fly away. This place isnât suitable for them after all.
His eyes fell to a certain melusine, unmoving. Just like a statue.
And there you where, someone he didnât recognize, he noticed how your hands were covered in all sorts of paints and stains. Your hair had random streaks here and there, and the look on your face⌠you were enjoying yourself, despite looking a bit serious.
Hm, he tilted his head and continued to watch you paint the melusine, it was a bit relaxing to say the least, though he couldnât help but observe your features more and the way you dressed up.
You definitely werenât from Fontaine.
Perhaps⌠a tourist? He thought then leaned against the edge of the window, crossing his arms.
He was too lost in thought that he didnât notice the paint on your fingers that are now on your face. A smudge of dark blue paint right under your eye.
The dear melusine abruptly stood up from the wooden stool chair, and itâs like she was able to read Neuvilletteâs thoughts, she gestured you to bend down so she could wipe the stain off your under eye.
You both laugh, a sound that seemed to break the tranquility of the room in the most gentle way, although not quite audible from above, it was calming to hear such noise. Neuvillette observed this interaction with a faint smile, feeling a strange sense of warmth in his chest. It had been a long time since something so simple had brought such a calm feeling to his chaotic mind.
This is embarrassingâŚ
With a shake of his head, he took one last glance down then returned back to work, where he unfortunately belonged.
â
he doesnât even know why heâs standing by the window again, itâs been days since he admired, observed you painting.
One day it would be the nature, the next another melusine, then a random couple or a best friends.
But you werenât there today like he expected you to be, itâs has only been a week since he was watching you, did you already leave Fontaine?
He sighed, he knew it wouldnât be forever to watch some random stranger have fun with the colors, but he was a tad bit disappointed to find you gone so soon.
And now be finds himself in lyney and lynetteâs magic show, sitting with the crowd on the front row, hands resting politely on his lap while he waited for the preparations and people to join in.
âIâm so sorry,â he hears a voice from behind him, followed by a gentle thud, the person most likely apologizing for bumping into somebody, he doesnât pay much mind to it to turn around.
This person walks through the narrow row, carefully stepping past other seated passengers, muttering quiet âexcuse meâsâ with each step. They finally reach his row and, with a polite nod, maneuver past him, their bag brushing lightly against his arm. After what feels like an eternity, they let out a long sigh of relief as they settle into the seat next to him, adjusting their belongings and making themselves comfortable.
Today is crowded, he thought, glancing around the packed space.
He blinked in surprise when there were fire poles starting at the stage, everyone clapping and gasping in excitement. A laugh emitting from next to him, followed by the rapid claps of their hands.
The laughter rings in his ears, it was almost familiar, listening to it in the air⌠relaxing as the colors splashâ
Oh,
Oh.
Neuvillette is too afraid to even look to confirm it was you, sitting next to him all along. He was frozen in place, gloved hands gently clenching on his thighs as he kept his eyes glued to the stage.
Wait, why would he even be nervous? Maybe it was odd because he kind of knows you in a sense, but you donât.
He finally got the courage to glance at your way, trying to be as discreet as possible. And there you were, the same paint-stained fingers now clutching your bag, probably full of brushes, eyes wide with wonder at the magic unfolding on stage. You turned slightly, catching his gaze for a brief moment, and he felt like he was caught in his act, both of you awkwardly staring at each other for a good five seconds before you awkwardly speak.
âItâs like a cinema,â you utter out to him, and heâs bewildered. AâŚÂ cinema?
You both then awkwardly adjust back to your seats, continuing to watch the magic unfold like nothing ever happened.
Maybe he shouldâve said something instead of leaving you hanging like that.
At the end of the magnificent show, the crowd claps in sync, and Neuvillette notices how your eyes shined in awe at the twins bowing down.
âYour first time?â Neuvillette decides to speak this team with a lot of thinking through.
âyes.â You nod, âI've never seen something like thisâŚâ
And he hums, observing how you were excited over this little thing he sees occasionally. Was it that rare?
âI feel like it is rude to be speaking to you without letting you know of my name,â he clears his throat, âI am Neuvillette.â
Such a unique name, you think. âI'mâŚâ you say your name out firmly, âI'm a painter or an artist.â
âi know.â
You raise both of your eyebrows in shock, have you gotten famous already?
Upon seeing your expression, Neuvillette's eyes widen slightly in horror, it now sounds like he was some sort of stalker watching your every movement.
âWhat i meant is that.. that I've seen you paint.â he clarifies quickly, keeping his voice smooth and composed.
Seems like you've really earned yourself a medal.
âIt's nice meeting you, Neuvillette. But i have to goâŚâ plus you suck at small talks, so this was a good excuse.
âright, my apologies. Be careful on your way out.â
Neuvillette feelsâŚÂ odd, to say the least as he watches you leave in a hurry with your bag slinging over your shoulder.
You seem interesting, like a new breath of fresh air, and he wanted to know more about you. Anything to talk to you more to ease the unfamiliar fuzzy feeling in his chest.
Alas, he doesn't have time to make new friends, he'll only have to hope to bump into you next time.
â
Another broken quill.
Neuvillette watches as the ink runs down on the paper, completely ruining it, and he sighs to himself.
The weather is awful today, the rain just continues to pour down because of today's trial. What even is justice anymore?
He pushes himself out of his chair, maybe watching you paint will ease the amount of workâ
But all he's met with is the harsh rain, remembering that obviously you wouldn't paint in such weather.
I ruined their day, Neuvillette thinks. And it only causes another frown to appear on his face, although the frown leaves as quickly as it came when he narrowed his eyes outside the window, watching a figure sitting under the building, seemingly waiting for the rain to pass.
Upon the realization it was you, Neuvillette doesn't hesitate for a moment. Without a second thought, he leaves his office with quick movement, the rain is still falling heavily, but he doesn't care. All that matters to him is reaching you.
There you were, sitting unbothered right outside, your legs stretched on the concrete with a notebook on your lap.
âYouâŚâ it was the first thing he managed to utter, and yet it was enough to catch your attention. âOh, it's you.â You smile at him, standing up while dusting the dirt off you.
He should've told you to stay seated, to not bother you.
âI'm sorry about our last encounter, i didn't know you were the Chief Justice of Fontaine.â You quickly say out, your hands behind your back and your head lowered.
âNo apology is needed.â He tries to reassure you, âI am more concerned about your well being. The weather is inconvenient for your art.â And the slightest frown appears on his face again, but you surprisingly don't seem as sad as he was. âWhen the sun comes and the rain stops, the prettiest rainbow and sight touches the sky. And it's worth waiting forâbesides, I'm not bothered by it at all.â
Neuvillette only stares down at you when silence follows after, he feels reassured back that the rain, caused by his emotions, didn't make you upset.
And you notice, the way his shoulders seem to relax, his eyelids no longer weary, showing the slightest softness to it, and the downward curl of his lips disappearing in a matter of seconds.
The rain.
âOh,â you watch as the rain starts to slowly stop, leaving only a few patters and drops of the earthy scent lingering in the air. âThe rain stopped.â You seem more cheerful, he noted. You sat back down on the concrete, watching the sky brighten once again.
It's been a while since Neuvillette had seen something so simple and pure. And he would like to join you this time as you talk about your love for colours.
âI'm not sure if it's appropriate to ask someone like the Iudex to sit with me,â
â⌠i would love to join you. But please, just address me by my name.â
â
Today's sight was different, it was more colourful, more cheerful, was he the only one who was cooped up in his office while missing out the fun?
Neuvillette looks around, left and right, there are melusine's with colours and drawings adoring their faces, adding a bit orâmore personality to each Melusine.
Even children and adults.
"Good morning, Sedene," he talks to the melusine right outside the door of his office, his eyes lingering on the butterfly painted on her cheek.
"May I ask what the face paints are for?" he inquires, his curiosity piqued by the unusual sight. âIt's from the artist, Monsieur. One person asked for their face painted, so everyone wanted one.â She responds instantly, pointing at the drawing on her cheek. Neuvillette's eyebrows raise in surprise at Sedene's revelation. It seems your artistic skills continues leaving a lasting impression on everyone.
A small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as he processes this piece of information. "I see," he murmurs, his curiosity only growing stronger. "And where might they be at?â
Sedene hums, turning around to point outside, âthey should be right outside.â his gaze flicks to the entrance. So you're nearby, and he can't deny the flutter of anticipation he feels at the thought of seeing you again.
He clears his throat, "thank you, Sedene," he says before nodding in farewell and making his way towards the entrance.
There you are. Giggling while talking to each one in a soft matter, and the Iudex can't help but be mesmerized by the way you work, the concentration and care you pour into every brushstroke.
The sight of you amidst the children and melusines, their faces adorned with vibrant colors, is both heartwarming and intriguing.
âMonsieur!â Neuvillette visibly freezes when you call out for him, and he glances at you, your hand waving for him in the air.
He must've been too occupied admiring your work.
His legs seem to lead the way towards you on command, watching how your smile only brightened, âtake a break, want me to paint your face? Or maybe your hand?â You ask, gesturing him to sit on the stool infront of you, and the others giggle.
âi suppose I can't say noâŚâ he replies softly, taking the glove off his left hand to stretch out for you.
âand what symbol would you like?â
âa water droplet, perhaps?â
You begin almost right away, taking some blue and white paint, blue for the colour of the droplet, and white for the shiny details.
Your hand envelopes around his, and while it's a normal gesture, it doesn't stop Neuvillette to make him have weird feelings stirring in him, how your fingers brush against his skin, he notices that. Or when you squeeze his hand unintentionally to focus perfecting the shape, he also feels that.
âyou have nice hands, Neuvillette.â You whisper while now adding some white highlights, and this time, he squeezes your hand unintentionally. âThank you.â He manages to say something back to your compliment.
Just a normal compliment, nothing to overthinking about.
âAll done.â The warmth of your hand leaves his, and he raises his hand infront of him to look over at the final finish.
A symbol that represents his love for water, he couldn't be more satisfied with it.
âI will see you next time.â You wave once again at him before tending to your other âclientsâ.
Next time, it's like you're also wishing to see him again.
That day, Neuvillette tried not to wash off the symbol on his hand, wanting to keep it on for as long as possible.
And now, here you both are again, about the next day.
Neuvillette listens intently as you talk to him over a cup of tea, his eyes fixed on your face as he absorbs the details of your story. The mention of your journey from one nation to another makes him sit up a bit straighter, his curiosity piqued.
"Indeed, that sounds like quite the long and eventful journey," he muses out loud, "But to uproot your life and come a lomg way here, it's quite a bold move.â
You take a long sip from your tea cup, âhow so?â
"Well," he begins, "it takes a certain amount of courage and determination to leave everything behind and embark on such a journey. It's a significant change and a leap into the unknown, which most people tend to shy away from.â
To be fair, it was your first time travelling out of your nation, you never intended to visit Fontaine first, but you heard about the lovely views this nation has.
"I understand, for me... I just needed to see the other nation's aesthetic and culture. So I won't be staying here forever."
Won't stay. That's all Neuvillette heard that came out from you, "Ah," he whispers, his voice stiff, "I see. So you don't plan on staying in Fontaine permanently, then?â
You shake your head, "Oh no, i plan to stay for a certain time before visiting another nation... Maybe sumeru next.." you continue talking, not noticing how stiff the Iudex has gotten, mindlessly speaking and spouting about your next travel. Each word out of your mouth about your future travels and eventual departure from Fontaine causes a hint of disappointment to grow in Neuvillette's chest. He listens in silence, his expression growing more sullen with each passing moment.
He had grown accustomed to your presence, enjoying your cheerful banter and easy conversation. The realization that you don't plan on staying in Fontaine for good is a bitter pill to swallow.
â
âMonsieur, you have a gift.â
Neuvillette remembers Sedene delivering a vase filled with white flowers earlier, she says it's a gift from you.
And until now, hes continues glancing at the vase sitting on his desk while he handles some papers. The question was, what was your intention behind this beautiful gift? Or was he perhaps overthinking the whole situation? Maybe you just gave it because it has art or some meaning behind it⌠sure, he could think of that.
But he wants to think that you gave it because of something more, because your heart raced everytime you both talked, or how his whole mood would change when he hears you laugh as he makes a silly joke to try and be light-hearted.
Poor Neuvillette, he doesn't understand these feelings that he felt for you, he thinks he's being a creep with you.
What if you weren't comfortable in his presence? He doesn't know, he wants to understand, understand these human emotions he was feeling deep in his heart.
He feels hot from overthinking, even though the weather is good enough to walk around without sweating, his hands clench against the sides of the tables.
He can't concentrate.
Neuvillette calls for the melusine again, informing her that no one is allowed to enter his office for the next three days.
â
âhe's sick?â Your frown deepens when Sedene explains to you to why she barricaded your way from entering the Iudexâs office.
âMonsieur Neuvillette told me not to let anyone enter for the next three days.â Sedene says cautiously and you both just stare at eachother. âWhat if he needs medicine?â
âhe insists he doesn't.â
âBeing sick isn't good, what if he's unconscious right now?â
âoh no, don't worry.â Sedene smiles to try and reassure you, and your shoulders slump in defeat. â⌠can you send him this instead then?â You hand her a paper bag filled with different desserts you both agreed to tryâfor a break.
âRight away.â She takes the paper bag and skips her way through her desk to put it on the back.
You're so evil for this, but you're determined.
You hurriedly and quietly make your way inside his office while she was distracted, and when she peeked her head up to see you gone, she just shrugged it off, thinking you left already.
You don't move further when you see his head resting on top of his desk, his hair splayed out messily and his arms under his forehead.
You're concerned, just how could anyone leave the chief of justice to suffer all alone when he's done so much? It didn't make sense.
You don't mean to startle him when you were by his side, your fingers brushing over the burning skin to check his temperature and your eyebrows furrow.
But your wrist were suddenly being grabbed by him, and you gasp. His eyes half-lidded when he starts examining your wrist, still unaware that it was you in this very room with him.
When Neuvillette takes in your scent that seems to linger on your skin, his eyes snap up towards yours and he pushes himself away.
âI-iâm sorryââ Neuvillette was quick to fix his disheveled self, one you've yet to see. The Iudex that always kept a presentable appearance seemed to be dazed at this very moment.
âI'm sorry,â you echoed his apology, not meaning to entirely frighten him with your sudden appearance. âI heard you were sick, so i wanted to check up on you.â
Neuvillette had one had gripping the wooden desk to the point his knuckles turned white, and his eyes diverted his attention away from your face, âi assure you.. I'm fine.â he stands up, hurriedly, turning around to somehow avoid you.
Only if you know, you'd be disgusted from him. He needs to drive you away from hereâor else you'll drive him towards insanity.
âcan i.. check up and take care of you?â
damn it. Who is he to refuse? Especially when you asked so nicely.
Neuvillette is now seated on the couch per your instructions, a blanket wrapped around him because you were convinced he felt cold despite his fever.
Sedene is now not even surprised you didn't listen to her, she only sighs as she brings the herbal tea you asked from her.
âIt won't work.â Sedene tells you flatly at the door, but you take the cup anyway, âcall me if you need anything more.â She says one last time before you wave her off.
âhere, herbal teas are the best when you're sick.â You carefully hand him the tea cup, âit's hot.â You warn him softly, and he takes the cup just fineâthanks to his gloves.
âdid you get the tea from Wriothesley?â
â⌠who?â
ânoânevermind, thank you.â He offers you a weak smile before nearing the cup close to his lips, then inhaling sharply to take in the scent of the strong herbs, just anything but your scent.
âAre you comfortable like this?â You ask while adjusting the blanket around him and he only nods while taking a slow sip.
Leave. He wants to tell you, it's already dizzying.
He crosses his legs before clearing his throat loudly, almost like coughing on purpose.
And you are already scooting closer while patting his back, you're doing the complete opposite of what he's trying to let you do. âAre you okay?â You tilt your head to take a better look at his face, his neck twisting to the other side. And you notice just how red the tips of his ears were.
âHow about i fetch you some cough medicine?â
âI will be just alright without it, thank you.â
You press your lips together into a thin line, he seems to be refusing everything. Or maybe he's just stubborn when sick?
âyou need to eat,â you stand up to grab the paper bag filled with croissant that you bought earlier from a nearby bakery.
You don't know what his favourites were, so you bought a variety of things.
âthis one is not sweet, it's buttery.â you rip a small piece for him to try, but he still keeps his head away from you.
You are already frowning, âNeuvillette, are you upset with me? Could you please look here? I just want you to get betterâŚâ
That's all it took for him to snap his head back to your attention, he would hate to be the source of your sadness, and that little change in your tone said it all.
You smile when he faces you, âsay âahhâ.â You laugh quietly to yourself as you near the piece closer to his lips, and he only watches in amusement at first.
âi didn't poison it.â You joke, and it manages to make his lips curl, âI'll eat it first to prove it to you,â you now piece of croissant between your teeth before on it with your mouth closed while humming.
The remenats of the croissant lingered on your lips, and he can't seem to tear his gaze away from your bottom lip.
You notice, of course. Assuming it was crumbs, you glide your tongue along your lower lip, leaving a glossy sheen to your lips.
You weren't even trying, his mind just decided it was attractive coming from you.
And his breath quickens, his pupils dilate, his hand slides along the couch right to your side, and god you smell just so sweâ
âNeuvillette?â He blinks, and he's met with your confused face. Just then he realizes his head was tilted to the side, gestured to leaning in.
Oh god. You're going to so hate him.
âleave.â He abruptly stands up, brushing the blanket off his shoulders to walk towards the window, opening it for him to breath some fresh air. â⌠please.â
âOkay.â You don't argue back, you respect his privacy of being alone. And you stand up to carry yourself out of his office before shutting it close.
Sedene wants to ask you what happened, but she doesn't bother when she sees how your hand is resting above your chest to feel the quickening of your heartbeat as you slowly make your way out.
What was that?
â
âI owe you an explanation.â
âyou literally don't owe me anything,â
âDo you hateââ
âNeuvi, i don't.â you tap at his arm, giving him a sincere smile before laughing. âIt's not a big deal. Sick people tend to be stubborn.â
Neuvillette has healed after a week, and he immediately asked for you to hang out together again after he fully recovered, and you suggested you both talk over a picnic.
That's how you find yourself under a tree, above the cottony blanket beneath both of you with a basket of goodies on the side. You also brought two canvases with you, because why not?
Neuvillette contemplates whether he should tell you about his true nature, he fears you'll never talk to him afterwards.
âSomething's on your mind,â you mindlessly speak as you put the canvas on his lap, âlet's paint together, I'm sure it will ease our minds a bit.â
He now focuses on the way his brush strokes the white canvas, now filling it with different colours, he wants to try every colour, and you encourage for him to do so.
âi am not who you think to be,â Neuvillette starts as he continues gliding the brush.
âMm, do tell. Are you a fairy?â
You earn a chuckle from him, and you chuckle right back, âor perhaps a merman?â You raise an eyebrow, yet your eyes don't leave your art.
âneither.â He sighs, âI am the⌠Hydro Dragon Sovereign.â He mutters under his breath, and he could see from his peripheral vision how you seemed to stop your work.
Both of your eyes meet, his of worry, and yours of curiousity and shock.
âno wonder,â your voice lowers and his eyebrows furrow before his eyes widen when you reach to brush your fingers along the shape of his ear. âIt makes sense now. This is very interesting.â
He's at a lost. You were not upset, nor angry or anything, you were more amazed than any of these pessimistic emotions.
His shoulders relax, he was worried about nothing. It was you after all, the most understanding, gentle human being.
âthank you for telling me.â You now keep your hands to yourself, âas for me,â you turn to hold your canvas again to show him your newly art piece.
âI'm actually a turtle.â You try not to burst out laughing when you show him the detailed drawing of a baby turtle next to a pond, he looks quite shocked and mortified.
â⌠i would not like you to be a turtle.â
âwhy? Because they're slow?â
He shakes his head while trying to hide his smirk, âThat's one,â he quips before it was his turn to show his canvas, âyou remind me art.â You witness his painting, and you think it's the most beautiful sight.
It's a brown canvas with all sort of colours that blend well together, and you could clearly see the flower at the bottom of it, showing that it was growing. âI'm jealous,â you pout, âi should've painted a dragon, had i known you were one much earlier.â You groan before making a mental note to yourself of what your next art should be.
Neuvillette laughs. A genuine sound coming from him as his hand finds his cheek to try and hide any signs of redness. The sound makes you feel the familiar feelings whenever you were around him, shyness, happiness and the racing of your heart.
He calms down after a breath before speaking again, âI trust you won't spread our secret.â
âThe secret will die with me.â You reassure him. âthough i am curious now, maybe i should buy books about dragons?â You speak your mind while smiling mischievously and he shakes his head in response, âyou shouldn't tire yourself with such matters.â
âit's not tiring, it's more interesting.â
"I understand your curiosity," Neuvillette replies with a gentle smile, his eyes softening at your enthusiasm, and he keeps his attention to you, since you're everything he ever thinks of these days.
âI will miss this.â You prop your elbow on your thigh as your chin rests on the palm of your hand, âi know you're a busy man, and having the privilege to meet you like this so often⌠i feel lucky.â
No. You? Lucky? He's the lucky one. You're the only person he's excited to see after a long trial. The only person he's enjoyed having company with in a very very long time.
He had grown quite fond of you in the short time you've known each other, he forgets that you'll leave soon, "When... when do you plan to leave Fontaine?" He asks, his voice reluctant.
â⌠in two weeks.â
Neuvillette nods slowly. A week... That's all the time he has left with you. He's quiet for a moment, processing the information. Then, he speaks up, his voice quieter than usual, "just a week, huh?â
You can feel his mood shift, and you can't help but be upset. You think you have upsetted him a little too much, you want to reach your hand out to him⌠but you keep them to yourself when you see how he seems to ponder in his own thoughts.
â
The weather is bad. You note, the clouds seem to darken as you continue your walk, a few droplets falling from the sky and right on your cheek, and you quickly hold your bag close to you, you can't afford ruining your art supplies now.
You wanted to pass by Chioriya Boutique, you hear it's a popular fashion label, but with the current change of weather, you will most likely postpone your plans to tomorrow.
Oh no, you need to seek shelter. Rain is pouring harder now, and you witness how the citizens expressions turn to disappointment.
The kids playing nearby stop their feet from kicking the ball around as well.
âhydro dragon, hydro dragon! Don't cry!â You're surprised to hear one of the kids chant and run, was this some fontanine thing that you didn't know about? Come to think of it, you heard it once when you were painting on one rainy day, but you didn't pay much mind to it.
You smile at the silly words as you try to imitate them, âhydro dragon, hydro dragon, don'tâŚâ your smile drops when you realise something, and your eyebrows furrow.
Hydro dragon? Crying? Could the rain possibly beâ
You don't waste time when you begin running towards Neuvillette's office. The only place where you're guaranteed to see him.
The rain is pouring harder now, drenching your clothes and hair, the puddles splashing from your feet and dirtying your shoes and pants, but you're too focused on getting to him to care about your condition.
Finally reaching the doors to his office, you barge in, panting slightly from the rush.
âNeuvillette!â
Neuvillette turns away from the rain-soaked window, his eyes widening with surprise and a little startled as you burst into his office, panting and calling out his name. He takes in your drenched appearance, confusion and surprise etched across his face.
"Are you okay? Hurt?" He asks, striding towards you. He's worried. He's afraid of what must've happened to you.
"N-no butâthe rain, are you.. upset? Is the rain from you?â
Neuvillette's eyes flicker away for a moment, avoiding your gaze. He had hoped no one would catch on to the connection between his emotions and the weather, but you being here, figuring it out after that children's chant, means he can't deny it.
His heart aches, yet he doesn't want to lie to you, "yes," he admits, "the rain is... it's a result of my emotions.â
You take a step forward while water drips from your hair strands, âis it my fault?â
He shakes his head vigorously as you blame yourself for his upset. "No," he insists, his voice firm yet gentle. "It's... it's not entirely your fault. Yes, you're leaving, and I'm... I'm not taking it well, but my emotional outburst isn't your responsibility." He, as well, moves closer to you, his fists clenched to his sides.
âi don't know, i don't like upsetting you.â You frown.
Seeing the sadness in your eyes, he reaches gently to touch your damp hair, his fingers brushing a few stray strands out of your face, "you're not upsetting me," he reassures quietly. "I... I'm just struggling to accept the thought of you leaving. That's all. It's not your fault.â
Your arm reaches out for him, Neuvillette stiffens a little when he feels you wrap your arm around him. Your shivering body against his own, your face buried against his shoulder... it's both soothing and stirring.
His heart races in his chest as he gently returns the embrace, one arm encircling around your waist, and the other holding you close, it's comforting, you feel warmer, even when you feel your eyelashes dampen a little.
His hug is gentle, tight, it's as if he's hugging your soul. Just when you were the one who wanted to comfort him.
âI will miss you.â
âso will i, although I'm just a normal person.â
âNo, you're not.â
âhow so?â
Neuvillette presses his lips together, "You make me feel things I've never felt before," he confesses quietly. "You make my heart race, my palms sweaty, my mind confused... yet, in a good way. You make me feel alive.â you lift your chin from his shoulder, your hand coming up to caresse the smoothness of his face, and your lip curls upwards.
âCan iâŚâ your eyes are glued to his lips, and you don't sense yourself nearing closer to his face. Neuvillette's were wide when you come closer and closer to his face, his hand fisting the fabric of the back of your clothes too tightly, and he gasps quietly as your cold, damp lips meet his own.
he's too stunned to respond.
But as your lips remain pressed against his, he slowly melts into the kiss, his eyes fluttering shut. This was his first kiss, and it was with you, the person who'd stolen his heart in such a short span of time.
Neuvillette can't believe what's happening. Your lips against his, the way they fit together perfectly, it makes his heart race in his chest, his head spin. He reciprocates the kiss, his lips moving gently against yours.
Your arms wrap themselves around his neck to push yourself closer, your fingers brush at his hair, and it makes him shudder.
you kiss him harder, your lips ravishing his own. He follows your lead, his inexperience showing in his slightly clumsy, but enthusiastic response as you smack your lips in soft kisses over and over again.
You seperate your lips away from his, but it doesn't last before your thumb parts his lips gently, âopen your mouth.â You whisper, he obeys, slowly opening his mouth, his breath coming in quick, shallow gasps.
An involuntary moan escapes Neuvillette's lips as you plunge your tongue into his mouth, tangling it with his own. He's never experienced anything like this before, his arms tighten around your waist, his fingers digging slightly into your hips, as he responds to your kiss, his own tongue clumsily trying to match your pace.
It's addictive. His taste, his touch, you feel selfish enough to want him all for yourself.
You both pull away when you fell the oxygen run out from your lungs as you inhale back sharply. Your hazy gaze meets his half-lidded one's and you think you've never seen such a prettier sight.
â⌠have i gone overboard?â You whisper, and he swallows thickly before resting his forehead against yours to close his eyes, âno..â
The rain has stopped, the pattering against the window nothing more than a soft drizzle.
He runs his fingers through your damp hair, feeling how it clings to your face, and how your eyes seem to lit up.
A soft smile plays on his lips as he gazes at you, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. The world outside seems to have calmed along with his emotions, mirroring the peace he feels in your presence. He leans in, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, savoring this intimate moment between you.
âyou have your own life, your own path to follow. I can't keep you here, it's not fair to you.â He wants to keep you to himself, he's too selfish, and he knows it.
And you're greedy, and you know it.
You part your lips to protest, but his eyes tell you everything. He just wants you happy, to continue living your human life and not waste it.
That he, will be just a memory to you. A precious one. Just how you will be the most treasured memory that he will keep in his heart.
â
âMonsieur Neuvillette, i got you the macarons.â Sedene taps his desk lightly to grab his attention as sets the plate and water cup in front of him.
âAh, thank you, Sedene.â His fingers pull at the plate to take a better look at them, ever since you left Fontaine about a month ago, Neuvillette never stopped ordering the sweets you used to give him every now and then.
Every day, Neuvillette finds himself missing your presence.
He goes about his duties, attending to his role as Iudex, but his mind is often elsewhere. Despite his attempts to focus on his work, he keeps finding his thoughts drifting back to you, memories of your time together replaying in his mind.
At night, he lies in bed alone, the silence in his quarters almost deafening. He finds himself reaching out, almost subconsciously, as if looking for a body that isn't there.
Or when his fingertips brushed along his lips to try and feel your cold lips that day, was it a goodbye kiss?
âIs it about that artist?â Sedene speaks her mind when she notices how dull the Iudex gets as the days go by, even though he tries to act unaffected per your words. He wouldn't want the nation to drown in his tears just because of his own reasons.
âThis reminds me,â She takes out an envelope from the pocket of her uniform before standing on her tip toes to hand it to him before making her way out.
The envelope was neat, with a pretty designed stamp on, Neuvillette opened it carefully before taking out it's contents.
It's you. Or, a photo of you. Smiling brightly with the aranaras, it makes him smile to himself as he traces the photo. You look even more charming than he remembers.
There's another note with the photo, but it's a vague message. A written location here in Fontaine, with a specific date and time.
Neuvillette is confused, was this a message of your return? And based on the date, it's three days from now. He will try to clear his schedule for the set time, he doesn't know what to expect, maybe a gift awaits for him, he wishes you wrote more, but that was the end of it.
â
Neuvillette stands in front of the wooden door, hesitant to knock on it. This is the place, the exact date and time. The sun is disappearing for today, and it's the moon's turn to show it's face.
He knocks twice, the sound ringing in the still air. Just as he was about to go for another knock, the door opens, and he barely comprehends what's going on before he feels a hand pull him in, and he gasps.
He's startled in the moment, but all of Neuvilette's worries and frustrations melt away when he realizes it's you who threw their arms around his neck, he wastes no time in returning the embrace, pulling you tight against him.
He holds you close, his arms practically enveloping you as he buries his face into your shoulder, relishing the feel of you in his arms again.
âSuch a vague message you sent me,â he tries to speak light-heartedly, and you giggle in response. He's now assured it's your laugh.
âI've missed you.â He whispers next to your ear to make sure you hear the words, âI've missed you more.â You whisper back, mimicking his gesture.
âimpossible.â he retorts, the corner of his wrinkling from how much he's been smiling.
And the moment your lips meet his to shush him, Neuvilette feels like he's come alive again. He responds instantly, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you flush against him.
He knows how to kiss you now, hopefully he does it the same as the last time.
He kisses you passionately, now devouring your lips, hungrily trying to make up for every moment you were apart. The taste, the texture, the feel of your lips against his, it all floods his senses, reigniting the spark that's been missing since you left. And he remembers it all.
Neuvilette follows your lead, stumbling a little as he's guided backwards towards the bed. His mind is filled with a haze as you strip off your coat, he finds his hands roaming over your body while panting softly as you staddle his lap. His emotions are a mess, but what he knows is that he needs you more than he's ever thought.
âNeuvillette,â you utter his name in a soft, low tone. It makes his jaw slack a bit when you kiss at the skin of his neck, and he tips his head back to give you more space. He's all yours.
He thinks he's about to go dizzy, it's all unfamiliar, he's overwhelmed that he doesn't know what to feel first. But you going slow for him makes him want more and moreâ
His head goes blank when your middle and ring fingers slip inside his black glove to feel his skin against yours. You slide the material off with each to intertwine your fingers together.
You're incredible, he thinksâknows.
âCan i go further?â You ask, and he doesn't hesitate to nod, âpaint your lips on my body.â
He expected to feel the graze of your teeth along the curve of his collarbone, what he didn't expect was for you to palm his bulge, stroking him through the fabric of his pants. The tips of his ears grow redder and this is the most embarrassed he's ever felt. He can feel himself growing harder with each touch, his body reacting instinctively to your ministrations, and he can't help but thrust upwards.
âM-mon amour, i⌠iââ he cannot bring the words, not when you're showing him too much love and affection all at once.
He's never experienced such intense pleasure before, and the thought of reaching his release so quickly is both exhilarating and terrifying. He wants to savor every moment, to prolong this incredible feeling, but his body apparently had other plans.
You stop when you hear him almost whimper, it takes you by surprises. When your eyes search for hisâall you're met with is his half-lidded full of lust gaze. You realize what had happened when you felt the damp spot sitting on the fabric.
he grabs the back of your neck gently to pull your face right in his hair, âgive me⌠a minute.â He clears his throat before giving your intertwined hands a squeeze.
âMay i?â He mutters, âmhm,â and his hands beginning to undo the buttons of your blouse, revealing the smooth skin beneath. He leans forward, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone and down to the swell of her breasts, which makes your grit your teeth together because you know you'd be moaning too fast with whatever of his touch landed on your skin.
His fingers trace the lacy edge of your bra, feeling the material before Neuvillette's lips find yours again, his tongue delving into your mouth as he deepens the kiss, and his hand slips beneath your bra to cup your breasts. And this time it successfully managed to make you moan against his lips.
One clasp, and your bra falls from your body to reveal your bare self, he thinks it's a sin to stare at such a perfect body.
âyou're perfect,â he rasps against your skin. His hands map the contours of your body, memorizing every dip and swell, as he trails lower.
Neuvillette's mouth finds one pert nipple, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud as his hand cups your other breast. He lavishes attention on your chest, alternating between licking, sucking, and gentle nips, until you are arching into his touch, your breathy moans and whines filling the room.
His other hand slides down your stomach, fingers dancing along your hip bones before dipping between your thighs after having rid of the unecessary barrier between you both.
He wants to touch you in the way you like it, and so sensing his hesitation, you take his hand in yours, and he groans at the wetness he finds there, his fingers gliding easily through your slick folds.
When you guide his fingers through your slit, you stop at your clit, and he takes it as cue to circle your clit with the pad of his thumb which ultimately makes you moan louder, your hand leaving for him to take control.
Neuvillette captures your lips in a searing kiss as he keeps your thighs parted for him when he feels you wanting to close them together.
Your heart races, with each tight circle around your sensitive nub, it makes you pant softly, your lips parted before gasping in surprise when you feel him slowly pushing one long finger inside you, relishing the way your walls grip him tightly.
It's warm, it's tight, how would he even fit inside you?
He experimentally curls his fingers repeatedly before setting a steady rhythm, curling and thrusting his finger to hit that perfect spot inside you. He was already so hard that it was starting to ache and throb, he wishes to have some self control just for now.
âgonna cumââ the minute he heard you say that, he withdrew his finger out of you which makes you whine at the loss. âWhââ the words die on your tongue when you watch him undress, his hand holding his prettily flushed cock right at the base to position himself between your legs, âI am an impatient and greedy man, forgive me,â his voice is soothing as he pecks your lips before you feel his fat tip starting to stretch you at your entrance, and you both groan in relief.
Your hot and tight walls clamped around him when he thrusted forward to bury all of himself in you at once. Which literally, almost makes him cum if not for the way his gripping your thighs so harshly.
He presses your thighs down until they reach the sides of your ears, it makes your back arch, and your cunt swallowing all of him as he buries his face into your neck, âH-hah please relaxâi can't, you're going to make finish sooner againââ you listen to his quiet pleas, and you try to relax your body, you also want this to be a lasting moment.
Neuvillette's heart pounds in sync with the rhythm of his thrusts, he can feel your nails digging into his shoulders, your hips rocking to meet his movements. The sounds of skin slapping together in the air is so lewd that he tries to divert his attention elsewhere.
His thrusts grows sloppier by the minute as he breathes heavily, his cock twitching inside you before he starts increasing the pace to reach both of your release, one hand leaving your thigh to rub circles around your swollen clit, and suddenly, you're crying out, your body convulsing beneath him as your orgasm crashes over you. He groans, the shivering sensation of your cunt squeezing aroud him sends his face into your neck, muffling his cries of ecstasy as he empties himself inside you. He cums harder than the first time, as if emptying everything he has to give you until a white ring forms at his base.
Your eyes roll back when you feel so warm and full, your legs giving out tiredly as you both relax in the comfort of one another.
Yeah, you're tied to him now.
â
âI'd like for you to treasure this painting.â Neuvillette frowns when you gesture towards the large canvas that took you months to finish.
It's you, and him.
Living with Neuvillette feels right, although he doesn't steal your freedom and passion to continue travelling around different nations, as long as you come back to him, your home.
you wish for him to travel with you one day. He already promised you to after all.
âIt's marvelous,â he comments, almost breathlessly. He'll have to hang it where it's only visible to his and your eyes.
He knows why you do this, why you create simple art that's a memory of both of you. Favourite food? You'll draw it. Favourite hobbies together? You'll catch the moment right on the canvas with extra vibrant colours.
âOne day when iââ he doesn't want to hear it, he doesn't want to hear how one day you'll leave this world permanently and he'll have to live on. Painful years after years without you.
âI want to treasure every second with you,â he lifts your hand up to his lips, for him to kiss the back of your hand before his thumbs rubbed over your knuckles.
You give him a reassuring smile, âyou are going to be a wonderful experience until then.â
âand you⌠will be everything to me, even after that.â Neuvillette smiles back before exhaling deeply.
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â isnât it delicate?
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luke castellan x fem!reader
warnings: a little bit of fighting
summary: how did game night turn into your first kiss with the boy youâve been crushing on at camp?
a/n: itâs kind of all over the place and i didnât proofread it so i apologize ahead of time!
this ain't for the best
across the dim-lit cabin eleven, luke could still spot your twinkling eyes that were attracted to the dice rolling in front of you. the euphonious laughter coming from your lips sounded like music to his ears. how your head slowly tilted backwards before catching your balance and opening your mouth once again.
my reputation's never been worse, so
he thanked the âgodsâ that your cabin agreed to game night as he was almost begging on his knees to your half-siblings that it was a once-in-a-summer experience and they would miss out.
he wasnât lying, with the stoll twins creating a game tournament behind the little white lie that hermes cabin was just introducing the newbies to fun sleepovers for bonding and friend making, to keep chiron happy and out of their business.
you must like me for me
lounging around in his cabin, trying to take his mind off of the possibility of your cabin, more importantly, you entering the door, luke was making everyoneâs beds. as an annoying chore that all the campers avoided, they dared not to interfere or ask him why he was rapidly fluffing pillows and folding blankets.
we can't make
but as his best friend, chris put a hand on his shoulder and spun him around. âyou can calm down yâknow. itâs only likeâsix oâclock only.â he pointed to the clock above the treacherously haunting front door. luke sighed and sat down on one of the beds, running his hands through his dark curls.
any promises now, can we, babe?
âbut this was the perfect opportunity!â he suddenly exclaimed but quickly lowered his voice once surrounding campers looked at him.
âperfect opportunity to do what exactly? youâve talked to her like twiceâat a max three if you count her saying hi to you this morning.â chris reminded and sat beside the sulking boy. he yet again put a hand on his shoulder, giving a little reassuring pat.
but you can make me a drink
luke faced his best friend to respond but there was a knock at the door that interrupted him. chris thanked whoever it was, or else he wouldâve had to witness luke spiral and start his crazy overthinking. a camper near the door went to go reach for the handle but a loud voice stopped him.
âwait! i-iâll get it!â luke jumped from his seat, giving chris a scare.
dive bar on the east side, where you at?
he rushed to the door as the startled camper now backed away, obviously not wanting to go against the cabin counselor. before turning the handle, he took a deep breath and slightly adjusted his hair. chris mentally cringed at the sight of his best friend being so nervous, yet it was quite funny.
phone lights up my nightstand in the black
mr. cool guy, head counselor, and âbest swordsmanâ at camp was nervous about whether a cabin accepted his proposal of joining hermesâ cabin for a night of monopoly and poker. yes, possibly hilarious even. stifling a laugh, he watched luke open the door with a resounding sense of false confidence.
around ten to twenty campers of all ages were standing in front of him with pillows, blankets, and snacks in hand. for a moment, he was frozen.
come here, you can meet me in the back
not in fright, heâd seen most of these kids wincing on the ground during sword training or fall of the rock wall mid climb, he was the one teaching and catching them.
he was stunned because you werenât in sight.
âwelcome! you guys can chill and relax, meet your friends, and start on games! luke and i will be there in a bit!â someone announced from behind him, alarming just a little. but he easily recognized the voice of his best friend saving his ass.
dark jeans and your nikes, look at you
the excitedly hyper campers burst into the cabin, amping up the noise a couple levels. while they were coming in, luke was stuck in a trance once more but not cause of jitters or worry but because of you and your mere presence.
oh damn, never seen that color blue
as the campers of your cabin were entering the blaring room, you found lukeâs eyes. softening your expression, you smiled at the familiar face.
dazed, luke stood straight until chris nudged his side and returned to attending to the campers as promised. leaving the two of you alone and the lack of lukeâs acknowledgement of your existence, you decided to clear the awkward air.
just think of the fun things we could do
(cause i like you)
âhey luke.â maintaining your sweet demeanor, you closed the door behind you from letting in more of the cool summer air into the warm cabin.
this ain't for the best
as if someone snapped their fingers, luke blinked and returned to reality. his chest rose while he took another deep breath to calm himself and returned your smile.
ây/n, you came!â he regretted his choice of words and tone the second it came out of his mouth. gritting his teeth, he swore to let you do most of the talking from now on.
my reputation's never been worse, so
âof course i did! iâm known as the âmonopoly masterâ so you know i just had to come to defend my honor.â you emphasized the âhadâ but deep down you knew it was a simple yes or no question when your cabin asked if you wanted to go. as cabin counselor, you were supposed to always keep an eye on the campers but it was just one night anyway.
you must like me for me (yeah, i want you)
you debated it in your head, did you really want to leave your cozy bed next to your best friends to play some board games with chaotic and overexcited children who were some of the worst sore losers youâve ever encountered? no.
we can't make
but before you could refuse, your best friend stepped in. in a sing-songy voice, she added a detail that may have swayed your decision making just an inch.
any promises now, can we, babe?
âhermes cabin is hosting itâaka castellanâs cabin.â she smiled at her comment and crossed her eyes with both eyebrows raised. waiting for your answer, you bit your lip and looked to the floor.
okay, so spending your night with campers full of sugar and crying sore losers but luke castellan possibly sparing you a glance and perhaps maybe even a few words? fine, youâd make an appearance.
but you can make me a drink
now here you were, both of your maybes becoming certainlyâs. your words were coming out quickly, way faster than you wanted them to. were you rambling? no. yes. no. definitely.
is it cool that i said all that?
why in the heavens did you just say âmonopoly masterâ?! why was he not speaking? was he just being friendly by saying hi? of course he was.
is it chill that you're in my head?
you looked away in search of your friends or anyone at this point to make this conservation a little less awkward. but everyone was already sitting and playing games or conversing with each other. you cursed your head for telling you to come, how did you possibly think that he would talk to yoâ
a laugh.
he was laughing with the brightest smile ever, his eyes still remaining on yours though. he had one of those contagious laughs, immediately urging you to join him. you couldnât help yourself but follow, making the both of you look like two crazy idiots laughing at nothing but air.
'cause i know that it's delicate (delicate)
âwell i think we better see if your honor will be challenged later tonight, miss âmonopoly masterââ he replied and gave a light-hearted grin.
you couldâve sworn that your heart just fluttered and there was something flying in your stomach. catching your breath, you walked towards the laid out board games where luke was right on your tail. his footsteps were only inches from yours, wanting to be close to you as possible.
is it cool that i said all that?
now luke was admiring your laugh once again. someone wouldâve had to drag him with all their strength out of that cabin before his eyes were peeled off of you.
unbeknownst to you, he had been staring ever since the game had began. opting out of this round, he joined chrisâ team mid game but remained quiet the rest of the time.
is it too soon to do this yet?
you couldnât figure out why he wasnât speaking. he was usually peppy and very talkative, so youâve heard and seen, but never really experienced. luke was very popular in every group, with the kids who saw him as a role model, those who saw him as their fearless counselor, and especially the girls who fawned over him and his every move (you).
'cause i know that it's delicate
so why was the socially favored extrovert sitting still, fiddling his thumbs from time to time. keeping your head in the game, you could only look up whenever it was chrisâ turn, using it as an excuse to peek at him who was almost like a shadow.
isnât it, isn't it, isn't it?
with such little lighting, only his facial features were highlighted from the candle next to luke. you didnât mind though as his sharp nose, faint scar and rare flash of a smile were still in view.
isnât it?
suddenly there was a furious roar of thunder outside, enough to get your attention. you felt an elbow nudge you to the right, making you turn to face your best friend next to you. she leaned in, making sure no one except you heard her whisper.
âare you gonna to go or just keep drooling and dreaming about your boy?â
isnât it, isn't it, isn't it?
only your eyes widened, now staring back at your friend, dumbfounded. she gave you a âstop making it obvious and go!â look and you kept your eyes down, on the monopoly board. grabbing the two dice and rolling for your turn, you moved your piece and unfortunately landed on a space that chris occupied.
isnât it delicate?
you groaned in both not wanting to lose and the inconvenience that the universe continued to hand you. however, chris was everything but disappointed, two seconds away from jumping up and down in excitement. you had somehow avoided getting caught in someone elseâs city for about ten turns in a row, but now you were stuck by the person you were actually avoiding.
or at least his team memberâs.
third floor on the west side, me and you
paying in full to a happy chris, you didnât catch lukeâs chuckle at your expense. not in a âha ha weâre going to winâ way but because of how upset you truly looked. he thought it was cute how badly you wanted to strangle chris for costing you six-hundred million and potentially the win.
âseems like your winning streak is coming to an end!â chris implied and put his hands together as if he was thanking you.
handsome, you're a mansion with a view
you narrowed your eyes, just adding fuel to the fire of your competitive nature. for gods sake, you were an ares kid. tonight, it sure didnât seem like it though. with your stumbling introduction and now your downfall in monopoly!
âwhat is the meaning of this!â
everyone collectively jumped and stopped what they were doing, no matter if it was playing cards, a pillow fight, shoving candies in their mouths, or jumping on the beds. even without turning, the voice was evident in its owner: mr. d.
do the girls back home touch you like i do?
âi want everyone in their cabins now! ares cabin return and go to bed right this instance. i will check to see if you are all there, with the lights off soon.â he demanded in a stern voice, forcing your cabin to rapidly grab their belongings and run out the door, unable to even say their âgoodbyeâs.â
long night with your hands up in my hair
âhermes cabin, i want you all to clean this mess up in no more than an hour. i will also come to check that this place is tidy as earlier and that you are all in bed, sleeping. all of you will receive punishments tomorrow morning at six am in the mess hall. do not be late.â he continued, but the last of words left campers moaning and muttering in defeat.
echoes of your footsteps on the stairs
you were collecting your campers and pushing them towards the exit, about to do the same yourself until chiron interfered.
ânot you, ms. y/l/n.â
slowly turning to look up in confusion, he continued. âas head counselor of ares cabin, you know the responsibility you earn with that title, correct?â
stay here, honey, i don't wanna share
putting your head down, you avoided his eye contact but nodded. you caught one of the last campers and told them to do as they were told and you would be back soon.
âmr. castellan, i want to speak to you as well.â he insisted and luke reluctantly made his way next to you. something he would never refuse to.
this ain't for the best
âiâm very disappointed in the both of you. knowing both of you were the head counselors of your cabins, i thought you would do the best in keeping them in order and avoiding such events but i was clearly mistaken. câmon guys, there are only like five major camp rules!â he explained, putting his fingers to his temples and crossing his eyes.
my reputation's never been worse, so
briefly giving each other glances, you mouthed âweâre so screwedâ to luke who seemed very relaxed compared to your tense figure. sure, youâd gotten in trouble maybe once or twice but first of all, that was trouble by yourself which meant not costing your entire cabin punishment and it was very unintentionally, making mr. d let you off the hook since it was your first offense.
you must like me for me (yeah, i want you)
however, those were the only times you had ever been caught. there were countless times where you had secretly broken the rules by sleeping in your other friendsâ cabins, entering the forest by yourself, switching your seat during meals, and staying in your cabin past eleven at night. one that you have broken yet again.
in response to your nervousness, luke smirked.
we can't make
âwhy the hell are you smiling?â you mouthed but he looked at mr. d now, quite mischievously if you may add.
âmr. d, we terribly apologize for the inconvenience and we swear to never do this ever again, this will be the first and only time.â luke spoke with such sincerity in his tone. he only prayed that mr. d could not detect his lie of it being his first to host.
any promises now, can we, babe?
âwell thank you luke, but you two are stilââ
âwe are so sorry that we thought it would be best if we made it up to you. perhaps that bottle of 1985 château haut-brion in the galley that has been calling your name ever since it arrived?â luke swiftly suggested, eyebrows raised in persuasion.
but you can make me a drink
mr. d stood invested in luke every word, deeply interested in his statement. he took a breath, almost coming to a realization that luke was trying to bribe him but then he put his index finger to his finger, actually thinking about the offer.
is it cool that i said all that?
you were shocked, in the least. luke castellan was not only a troublemaker and a liar but a hell of a good one. in any of other circumstance, you would be hesitant about bringing up such a suggestion to mr. d but if it meant no punishment for you or luke then you were all for it.
is it chill that you're in my head?
âmr. d, when was the last time youâve had wine? câmon you and i both know that diet coke wonât cut it for tonight, i mean itâs friday night!â you stepped in and added in on the coercion.
following your voice, mr. dâs head whipped to face you, definitely tipping the scale towards a âyesâ now. luke watched proud at you chasing his suggestion, now with full confidence in his chest.
'cause i know that it's delicate (delicate)
âare two seriously saying that you guys would go down to the galleyâŚget that merlotâŚand bring it back here to meâŚ?â he repeated and narrowed his eyes.
for a second, you guys were back into your frozen positions until mr. d responded to himself. âcause if you guys are going to do that, then we can just forget about all this.â he admitted, sort of laughing at the mess around the cabin.
is it cool that i said all that?
after agreeing to your end of the bargain, mr. d had let you both off the hook. by the time everything was settled, the campers had finished cleaning up and everyone was ready for bed. therefore, in order to not disturb them, the two of you took a moment outside before you had to run back to ares cabin.
is it too soon to do this yet?
the cabin luckily had an overhead covering near the front door, creating a safety net for you two from the rain. it was raining heavy, yet it wasnât cold and the summer air still remained. it always rained on the first week of august, like a set reminder to the campers that time was slipping away.
'cause i know that it's delicate
both of you were already slightly drenched from running to the galley and back but using the trees and several camp buildings on the way, you managed to stay quite dry. you couldnât say the same for luke though, he shook his wet hair to dry off, in search and need of a towel.
âjesusâyouâre acting like a wet dog.â you commented and kept moving your head to dodge the water droplets flicking in your direction. trying to maintain a straight face, you kept a tight-lipped smile but laughs slipped from your lips.
isnât it, isn't it, isn't it?
âwhy you donât like it? youâre getting a free shower right now, i think you should be grateful!â
his sarcasm was abundant and stepped closer to you while matching your laughter. you backed up into the outer cabin wall, as he continued to approach until he was only inches away from your face. even with the rain surrounding the pair, you could hear his breathing after his laughs.
isnât it?
he stayed with a smile on his face, such admiration found in his eyes while staring at you. automatically there was a tug on the corners of your lips, a genuine smile creeping onto your face. he gently moved a strand of hair out of your face, placing it behind your ear.
isnât it, isn't it, isn't it?
you stayed put, reaching out to the wall supporting your weight. your heart sped up as he got closer, feeling his body heat on yours. you parted your lips to speak but he beat you to it.
âyouâre beautiful.â
isnât it delicate?
his words melted into you, the only warmth in the middle of the rain. you blinked three times before confirming that this was reality, it wasnât a dream or a fantasy, it was real.
luke castellan had just called you beautiful. the man you were crushing over since heâd pinned you on the ground in capture the flag last year.
sometimes i wonder, when you sleep
no one had ever dared to come near you, too much in fear how old easily you could defeat them. but luke liked a challenge, thus he went straight for it and ignored the rest of plan. something he would definitely pay for later by a pissed annabeth.
he found you in the middle of the forest, the closest person to guarding your teamâs flag. he had battled a couple of rouge kids on the way, effortlessly blocking and knocking them down.
are you ever dreaming of me?
he took pride in his swordsmanship and ability to fight, when he first arrived, all he would do was train and practice, day and night.
all of it paid off though in the end, earning the title of âbest swordsman at campâ and being quite the deal when it came to activities like capture the flag. however, campers still came at luke, sword in hand. while you were all alone, the only thing accompanying you being the geckos that slithered in the area.
sometimes when i look into your eyes
as a child of ares, you most definitely had a temper, but otherwise you were known to be one of the more âcomposedâ siblings unlike clarisse who would fight a bug that got in her way. you stood out because of your swordsman skills though, climbing up the ranking until you were right below luke.
on the day of capture the flag, you swore that you would beat him and then steal the title he so proudly wore. but when he did arrive to your position near the flag, he didnât cower in fear or come straight charging at you.
i pretend you're mine all the damn time
instead he casually walked towards you, sword in hand of course but he didnât even hold it up. he held it like some sort of an accessory, as if heâd never held one before. almost excited to see a person after hours of waiting though, you instantly jumped at the opportunity, discarding his relaxed posture.
is it cool that i said all that?
gripping your sword, you charged first, something you usually did not do but the greed in achieving the title made you think otherwise. he bested you though, eventually proving himself to you why he was known as the âbest swordsman at camp.â he ran off with the flag while you were left with a gash on your right arm.
is it chill that you're in my head?
even though after his team won the game and luke had beat you at your most respected trait, he immediately approached you afterwards. this time, he wasnât holding a sword or wearing armor but just his camp shirt and cheery demeanor. you couldâve bet that it wasnât him and a completely different camper.
âhey, iâm really sorry about what happened back there. is your arm okay?â he asked, now with worry in his voice like he was one of your close friends or half-siblings.
'cause i know that it's delicate (delicate)
you looked at him weird, confused at the sudden switch-up in his actions. ây-yeah iâm fine.â you responded and looked to join your half-siblings in plotting some devious revenge or something.
but he grabbed your wrist, making sure to not hold the wrong arm. âare you sure? i can walk you to the nurse if you want?â he insisted and pointed to the infirmary that was just down the path.
(yeah, i want you)
âseriously iâm fine.â you continued. it wasnât like you hated the guy but for someone who just swung a sword at your face and cut your arm, he was surprisingly considerate.
âohâokay. you were really good out there, iâve never met anyone else at camp who had their sword so close to my neck.â he joked, attempting to clear the seriously awkward air.
is it cool that i said all that?
you have him a half smile, trying to take his off in lightening the mood. âthanks, i can clearly see why youâre the âbest swordsman at camp.ââ to which he lightly chuckled.
âyeah yeah, but i think you might take that title from me next time!â he mentioned. you couldnât even tell if he was being sarcastic or not, too distracted with his charming smile.
is it too soon to do this yet?
after that day, luke castellan had been stuck in your mind. youâd see him in the mess hall during meals and passing on campus with his friends, but you never got the courage to talk to him again like you did after capture the flag. maybe it was because you were so annoyed and he just happened to be the first person you ran into! whatever it was, you couldnât stop thinking about him. no matter what.
'cause i know that it's delicate (delicate)
under similar circumstances, luke watched you quickly dismiss his offer of accompanying you to the nurse and walk off to join the ares kids. you looked back once, probably to see if he was watching you or not and he easily got caught, his eyes lingering. once being noticed, the ares kids started laughing but so did you.
is it cool that i said all that? (isnât it?)
even though they were clearly laughing at him, for once he didnât mind it. he couldnât even see the other kids as you were the only one in view. your hair swaying in the wind as your head moved back and forth. your laugh was sweet, putting a smile on his face as it continued.
is it chill that you're in my head? (isnât it, isn't it?)
afterwards, he found his eyes attracted to you. if you were at the arts and crafts table or in the archery range, he wasnât focused on the task at hand or his campers asking a million questions.
he would use his head counselor advantages to sneak glances at you across the field from time to time. pretending to look for a âmissingâ camper or informing his friends that he thought there was a rare bird sighting, his gaze fixated on you.
'cause i know that it's delicate (isn't it delicate?)
your eyes twinkled in the faded moonlight, water drops laying on your eyelashes. lukeâs damp hair aided his curls, his fresh scent seeping through the rain. he reached for your waist as you went for his shoulder, closing the gap between you two.
shutting your eyes, you went for it.
your whispered, unsteady breath indicated your nervousness but it was now or never. lukeâs arms curled around your waist, pulling you in completely until your lips met. your hands unconsciously wrapped around his neck, embracing the kiss.
(yeah, i want you)
if you both werenât holding onto each other, your knees may have buckled right then and there. lukeâs chest was pounding, almost loud enough to hear but was too invested in how the other tasted. his lips were soft, a delicate touch that matched his behavior. even with lukeâs certainly intimidating figure, he was always sweet and made sure to show his caring abilities towards campers. this was the first time that you felt it firsthand.
is it cool that I said all that? (isnât it?)
he could tell you were hesitant at first, suddenly pulling slightly away in the beginning but becoming familiar with the feeling. a fire was lit in the pit of your stomach, signaling you to continue. luke could feel it too, your body reaching for his.
now breathless, both of you pulled back, still your hands remaining where they were. his eyes were wide as if you had opened a new world to him. you couldnât help it but swallow, waiting for him to break the silence.
is it too soon to do this yet? (isnât it, isn't it?)
âi like you. a lot.â
a little startled, you were left speechless but after observing his worried expression, you had to let him know you felt the same.
âi do tooâlike you a lot. if you couldnât tell.â you joked and smiled at him.
'cause i know that it's delicate
that was when he realized he needed this girl. he couldnât bear to see her smile or laugh with someone else. he wouldnât let it happen, because his heart was yearning for her. and her only.
a similar grin crept up his face, making you understand why you wanted him so much. his alluring smile had gotten you again, whisking you away from your deepened emotions and warming your heart.
isnât it delicate?
there was only one possible question you could ask now:
âcan i kiss you again?â
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Invisible | Part Seven
Pairings: Bucky x reader AU
Word Count: 3k
Warnings: Angst, idiots in love lol
A/N: Almost done part 8, if you have anywhere you'd like to see the fic go or a certain scene you want dm me :) always open to ideas i just make this shit up as i go lmaooo
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Your apartment is a swirl of energy as Wanda and Natasha flit around you, each one fussing over the details of your look as you finish your glass of wine. Natasha is practically vibrating with excitement, rummaging through her makeup bag, while Wanda holds out another pair of earrings for you to try. Theyâre both doing their best to hype you up for this date with Dean, a guy Natasha knows from work.
âYou look amazing,â Wanda says, stepping back to admire the final touches.
Natasha grins, tipping her glass to you with a smirk. âDean isnât going to know what hit him.â
You laugh, a bit giddy from the wine and the thrill of doing something for yourself. The nerves are there too, thoughâyou havenât been on a date in ages, and the whole situation feels slightly surreal. Just as youâre about to put your glass down, the front door opens, and loud laughter and chatter fill the entryway. You freeze, your pulse spiking.
âI thought they were supposed to be down the street at the bar?â you hiss, looking at Natasha with wide eyes.
She frowns, confusion flashing across her face. âThey are supposed to be.â
Natasha strides out of the room, muttering under her breath as she goes to investigate. You hear her confront them, her voice sharp with irritation. âWhy are you guys here? Youâre supposed to be at the bar!â
Buckyâs voice cuts through the hallway, a little louder than usual. âThis is my place too, Nat. I pay rent here, so donât expect me to stay away.â
Natasha lets out an exasperated sigh. âFine, whatever. Just donât ruin this for her.â
Before you can catch more of the conversation, Natashaâs phone pings, and her whole expression shifts as she squeals, rushing back into the room. âHeâs here!â she exclaims, bouncing on her toes. âDean just textedâheâs waiting downstairs!â
Your stomach does a flip, and you take a deep breath to calm the nerves. âIs he⌠is he coming up, or am I going down?â
Natasha studies you for a second, eyebrows raised. âItâs up to you. What do you want?â
You bite your lip, the idea of Dean seeing you in the apartment suddenly feeling way too intimate, especially with Bucky just down the hall. âIâll go down,â you say, nodding firmly.
Natasha grins, quickly typing a message to Dean. âAlright, youâve got three minutes to compose yourself, babe.â
With one last look in the mirror, you step out of the room, heart pounding as you walk down the hallway. The boys are in the living room, and as soon as Sam spots you, he lets out a low whistle, his eyes widening.
âWow,â he says, looking you up and down with an approving grin. âYou clean up real nice.â
You can feel the heat rise in your cheeks as Steve and Bucky turn around. Steveâs gaze softens, and he steps forward, his eyes warm and admiring. âYou look beautiful,â he says, his voice gentle. âDeanâs the luckiest guy in the world.â
He looks at you with an intensity youâve never seen from him before, a look thatâs almost⌠longing. You give him a grateful smile, feeling oddly touched. âThanks, Stevie,â you say softly.
Bucky, however, is still standing a little behind Steve, his jaw slightly slack as he stares at you, seeming momentarily at a loss for words. His gaze travels from your face to the dress, his expression a mix of something you canât quite name, something unreadable and raw. For a second, the noise and chaos around you fades, and itâs just the two of you, caught in that moment.
Sam, sensing the tension, jumps in with a grin. âDamn, girl, you look hot. Sure you donât wanna go on a second date with me instead?â
You laugh, nudging him playfully. âSorry, Sam. Dean would have to blow it pretty badly for you to get a chance.â
Natasha claps her hands, breaking up the moment as she walks over to you. âText me if you get a chance or if you need an emergency out. And I need all the details afterward.â She gives you a quick, tight hug, whispering in your ear, âYouâre going to be amazing. Just have fun.â
You nod, smiling gratefully as you give her hand a squeeze. With one last look at your friends, you make your way to the door, the nerves hitting you all over again.
As you head downstairs, the sound of laughter and chatter fades behind you, but back in the apartment, the energy shifts. Steve watches you go, a glint of something deep and wistful lingering in his gaze. Natasha catches it, her brows knitting together as she studies his face, watching the way heâs so intently focused on you, even after youâve disappeared down the stairs.
Natasha squints, suspicion curling in her thoughts. Steveâs expression isnât the typical friendly warmth sheâs used to seeing; thereâs something almost pained, raw, and itâs as if a puzzle suddenly clicks into place. Her mouth parts slightly as she realizesâSteve isnât just fond of you; heâs in love with you. She composes herself quickly, straightening as Steve gives her a look, as if sensing her scrutiny. He shrugs, brushing off the intensity of the moment, and cracks open a beer, plopping onto the couch like nothingâs happened.
Meanwhile, Bucky is still standing, staring at the door as if you might reappear any second. His gaze is fixed, a blend of surprise and⌠something else. Wanda notices, shaking her head with a quiet scoff.
âYou know, you had your chance, Bucky,â she says, her tone sharper than usual.
The room falls silent, everyone taken aback by her bluntness. Wandaâs usually gentle, never one to make waves, but thereâs a bite to her words now, and her eyes flash with something almost like annoyance as she glances at him.
Sam, trying to break the tension, chuckles and sidles up to her, slinging an arm around her shoulders. âDamn, Wanda, I knew you had some fire in you!â He laughs, grabbing her glass. âCome on, letâs get you a refill.â He leads her toward the kitchen, topping off her wine glass as they disappear into the next room, leaving Bucky, Natasha, and Steve in the thick silence.
Natasha crosses her arms, her gaze locked on Bucky with a mix of frustration and disbelief. âReally, Bucky?â she says, her voice low and pointed.
Bucky blinks, snapping out of his daze. âWhat?â
She rolls her eyes. âDonât stand there looking like that. Just a week ago, you were talking about how you were going to do something about it. You said you were finally going to tell her. But you didnât. And now youâre acting shocked that sheâs moving on? Seriously?â
Buckyâs mouth opens, but no words come out. He fumbles, his hands tightening into fists. âItâs not that simple, NatâŚâ
âActually, it is,â Natasha says, her voice steely. âYouâve had years, Bucky. Years to figure it out, and now that sheâs found someone who sees her, someone whoâs willing to step up and actually do something about it, now youâre all caught up? Do you even know how unfair that is?â
Bucky clenches his jaw, his gaze drifting to the floor. âI⌠I didnât think sheâd actually��� go for someone else.â
Natasha lets out a frustrated sigh, her tone bordering on exasperation. âWell, maybe you should have thought about that. She deserves to be happy, Bucky. She deserves someone whoâs not afraid to act, someone who can show her they care instead of just assuming sheâll be there whenever he decides heâs ready.â
Buckyâs face flushes with a mix of frustration and guilt. âIt wasnât that simple. I didnât want to lose her if things went wrongâŚâ
Natashaâs expression softens, but only slightly. âNo, Bucky, you were just scared. You were scared to take a risk and put yourself out there. But sheâs spent all these years waiting, and you couldnât even see what you had. And now that sheâs going out with someone whoâs willing to treat her like she deserves, you think you can just⌠act like she still owes you her heart?â
Bucky stares at her, words failing him, the weight of her words hitting him hard. Heâs known Natasha to be blunt, but he didnât expect her to be this brutally honest.
Natasha lets out a sigh, glancing at Steve, whoâs been sitting quietly, observing, his eyes downcast. She notices the way heâs twisting his beer bottle in his hands, almost like heâs trying to keep himself from saying something. The tension in his face is palpable, and she realizes with a pang that heâs feeling this conversation deeply, maybe more than heâd like to admit.
She softens her tone slightly, though her words are still firm. âI hate to say it, Bucky, but⌠you snoozed, and you lost. She deserves more than to wait around forever for someone to decide if they can handle loving her.â
Buckyâs eyes darken, his jaw tightening as he looks away, as if trying to avoid the weight of her words. âI thought I was protecting her. I didnât want to mess things up between us.â
Natashaâs gaze sharpens, her voice almost a whisper. âProtecting her from what? From being loved the way she deserves? Because thatâs what youâre doing, Bucky. Youâre keeping her from happiness because youâre afraid to make a move. But sheâs not going to wait forever. Sheâs already stopped waiting.â
She glances toward Steve again, catching the way his shoulders slump slightly, the sad, resigned look in his eyes. Natashaâs lips press together as she puts two and two together. Sheâd been watching him closely all night, and now, looking at him, itâs clear as day. Heâs in love with you too. The realization sends a pang through her, and she composes herself, though the sadness lingers in her eyes.
She turns back to Bucky, her voice softer but no less firm. âYou canât have it both ways, Buck. Either you want her, or you donât. And if you donât, then let her be happy with someone who actually sees her, someone who isnât afraid to let her in.â
Her words hang heavily in the air. Steve shifts uncomfortably, lifting his beer to his lips as if to hide the look in his eyes. Bucky lets out a shaky breath, running a hand through his hair.
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As you step out of your apartment building and spot Dean right away. Heâs leaning against his car, a relaxed smile spreading across his face as he straightens up when he sees you. Heâs tall, broad-shouldered like Bucky, but everything else about him is different. Where Bucky is dark and a bit rough around the edges, Dean is blond, clean-cut, and sharp in a tailored navy-blue button-down and jeans.
âHey,â he says, his smile widening as he takes you in. âWow. You look⌠incredible.â
You canât help but blush, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. âThank you. And youâre not looking so bad yourself.â
He laughs, offering you his arm. âShall we?â
You nod, slipping your arm through his, feeling a surprising ease settle over you. Thereâs no tension, no weight from the pastâjust the excitement of a first date and the feeling that tonight might actually be something good.
The two of you end up at a cozy bistro down the street, the kind of place with low lighting and an intimate atmosphere. Itâs bustling but not too loud, with the hum of conversation and the soft clink of silverware filling the air.
As you settle into your seats and glance over the menu, Dean looks up with a playful grin. âSo, full disclosureâI know next to nothing about wine. But I figured Iâd go with the flow since you seem like the classy type.â
You laugh, glancing down at the wine list. âWell, we can just wing it together. Iâm more of a âwhatever tastes goodâ kind of person.â
âPerfect,â he says, signalling the waiter over. âA bottle of your favourite wine, then. Surprise us.â
When the waiter leaves, Dean leans forward, resting his elbows on the table, his attention completely focused on you. âSo, Natasha talks about you a lot. I feel like I already know a little about you⌠but Iâd rather hear it from you.â
You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. âOh, she does? Should I be worried?â
He chuckles, shaking his head. âNo, no. Sheâs your biggest fan, actually. She said youâre the one everyone goes to for advice. Like, youâre the unofficial therapist of the friend group.â
âOh, gosh,â you say, laughing and covering your face. âShe makes me sound way too put together, Iâm really just good at listening.â
âWell,â he says, a twinkle in his eye, âIâm going to test that tonight. Youâll have to sit there while I unload all my existential woes.â
âLay them on me,â you reply, grinning. âIâm ready.â
He leans back, pretending to think. âOkay, first existential crisis: why are Brussels sprouts so divisive? Seriously, no oneâs just âmehâ about them, people either love them or hate them.â
You laugh, shaking your head. âI know, right? I mean, theyâre just tiny cabbages. Itâs not that deep!â
âExactly!â he says, pointing at you with an exaggerated look of triumph. âSee, you get itâŚ. and now I know I can trust you. This date is officially off to a solid start.â
You laugh, feeling genuinely at ease. When the wine arrives, the two of you clink glasses, settling into a comfortable rhythm of laughter and banter.
âSo, tell me,â Dean says, after the waiter clears your plates. âIf you could pick anywhere in the world to live, where would you go?â
You take a sip of wine, thinking it over. âHmm⌠somewhere with a mix of city life and nature, I think. I want the excitement, but Iâd need a place to escape to, you know?â
He nods, his gaze warm as he listens. âI get that. Iâm a city guy myself, but every now and then, I need to get out, hit a hiking trail, or just⌠breathe.â
âExactly,â you say, smiling. âSomewhere with balance. Not too much of one or the other.â
He grins, raising his glass again. âTo balance, then.â
âTo balance,â you echo, clinking glasses with him once more. Thereâs a spark in his eyes, an ease in his laugh, that makes you feel like youâve known him longer than just tonight.
The conversation flows seamlessly, with no awkward silences, no scrambling to think of what to say next. You talk about favorite movies, disastrous childhood crushes, and the time you both got stuck in terrible jobs after collegeâhe was an assistant to an eccentric artist, while you worked as a receptionist at a law firm where you barely understood the jargon. He tells stories that have you practically in tears with laughter, like the time his mom signed him up for a tap-dancing class because she was convinced it would help him become more âwell-rounded.â
âTap dancing?â you ask, eyes wide with laughter. âPlease tell me thereâs a video of this.â
âThereâs a video,â he admits, grimacing. âBut itâll never see the light of day. Thatâs a first-date boundary Iâm sticking to.â
You shake your head, laughing. âI respect that. But now I feel like Iâll have to wait for date number two for that one.â
He raises an eyebrow, his grin mischievous. âDate number two, huh? So, youâre already planning to see me again?â
You feel a little thrill at his words, but you play it cool, taking another sip of wine. âMaybe. If you play your cards right.â
âOh, Iâm bringing out my best moves, trust me,â he says, leaning forward conspiratorially. âIâve already pulled out the Brussels sprouts bit. Thatâs a crowd favorite.â
You laugh again, shaking your head. âItâs workingâŚI have to admit.â
Thereâs a warmth in his gaze as he watches you laugh, and for once, you realize youâre completely in the moment. Youâre not comparing him to anyone, not glancing at the door or waiting for a text, not thinking about Bucky or any of the unresolved feelings youâve kept buried. Tonight, itâs just you and Dean, and everything feels light and uncomplicated.
âSo,â he says after a pause, his tone shifting just slightly, âwhatâs something you want people to know about you, that most people donât?â
You blink, surprised by the question. âWow, thatâs a deep one.â
âHey, Iâve got layers,â he teases, but his smile is gentle, his expression open and curious.
After a momentâs thought, you answer, âI think⌠I want people to know that Iâm stronger than they might think. I donât always show it, but Iâve been through things that have taught me a lot about who I am and what I want.â
He nods, his gaze thoughtful. âI can see that. And for the record, I think strength isnât always about what you show. Sometimes, itâs what you keep inside.â
The sincerity in his voice takes you off guard, and you feel your heart skip. âThank you, Dean. Really.â
âOf course,â he says, his voice warm. âI feel lucky to be here with you tonight.â
The two of you fall into a comfortable silence, the kind that doesnât need filling. When youâre finally ready to leave, he insists on walking you back, saying he wouldnât be able to sleep otherwise. The street is quiet as he walks beside you, his hand close to yours but never crossing the line. You like that about himâhis respect, his gentle confidence.
As you reach your building, he stops, looking down at you with a smile thatâs both warm and hopeful.
âSo, date number two?â he asks, a hint of nervousness in his smile.
You smile, feeling light and happy in a way you havenât in a long time. âIâd really like that.â
He grins, and before he leaves, he leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your cheek, lingering just long enough to make your heart flutter. âGoodnight, beautiful,â he says softly.
âGoodnight, Dean.â
You watch him walk away, your heart racing and a smile on your face. As you head upstairs, you realize something incredibleâthroughout the entire night, your mind hadnât wandered once. No stray thoughts, no memories pulling you back. Tonight, it had just been you, fully present, fully open, and for the first time in a long time, you feel ready for something new.
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| mndi +18
| Stiles Stilinski x Top male reader
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"A-ah! Fuck! Oh fuck, f- mhhh!"
"C'mon, Stilinski, you can take it, hm?" You mumbled out, your hands placed firmly on his hips, thumbs grazing over his back dimples.
Stiles squirmed a bit under your touch, his legs shaking ever so slightly. "[Name], plea-se, 'mâ I can't!" He exclaimed, shaking his head urgently.
After all that stupid pining from the both of you, you had him on all fours, naked, and on your bed. "Aw, don't give up so quickly.." You leaned forward a bit, getting closer to his ear.
"Ghhâ shiiittt!" His nails dug deep into his palms, trying to hold his position steady. "Slow! Slow, please, go slow!" He raised his shaky voice a bit. Stiles was breathing heavily, his head still hanging low. Perhaps he was ashamed to look at you.
"I am, don't worry Stilinski, I ain't gonna hurt ya now," you said with a small chuckle, pushing your dick in deeper, going at a much slower pace per Stiles' request.
Stiles suppressed many noises that threatened to leave his mouth, trying to stay quiet. You were playing by Stiles' rules, since he's the one having it rough right now, but that didn't stop you from pulling out slightly and pushing in a little bit deeper at a faster pace.
Fuck. That thing you just did earned a loud whimper from Stiles. His back arched quite a lot and you were in such a great position to witness it.
"God, Stilinski," you breathed out, moving one of your hands up to the back of his neck then slowly running it down along his back as you simultaneously pushed your dick all the way in, now just letting Stiles adjust to it. "You've got one hell of a body," Stiles thighs were shaking as you murmured out compliments, but it soon calmed down because you let him adjust and get used to the feeling.
"And a pretty face. Aren't you just perfect?" And with that comment of yours, Stiles let out a shaky breath, unclenching his fists and taking a moment to relax.
"You ready for me to move yet, or do you want some more time?" You said in a smug tone, both your hands back on his hips. " 'm ready, 'm ready.. yep, you can- move." Stiles responded to you, his voice almost neutral, yet holding some urgency behind it.
" 'mkay," you grinned, pulling out slowly. Agonizingly slowly. "Tell me to stop if you wanna back down,"
As soon as you finished your sentence, you rammed back into him oh so harshly. Maybe you should've went easier but Stiles did say he liked it rough. "I g- Mmhhh! Ah! Fuck!" Stiles tried replying to you, but the way you slammed back into him felt so good, not to say that it didn't hurt at all. "Fuuuccckkkkk!" He moaned out, his voice sounding so sloppy and high pitched.
He grasped the sheets, his fists balling up. So far, your pace was pretty slow and gentle, not including the start of it. "How we doin' Stilinski, you feelin' good?"
"ngghh! yesyesitfeelsgood.. pleasepleasepleaseâ" he rambled out, placing his forehead against the mattress. "gofasterplease, [name], please." His voice was pretty quiet, quite difficult to make out what he had said. "Awh, use your voice, don't be shy," you teased in an amused tone, really taking in the sight in front of you. "What do you want me to do? I couldn't hear you,"
That was a lie, you most definitely heard him. You just wanted him to be louder - to hear his voice. Everything about him makes you more and more obsessed.
"Please. Go faster, pleaseee.." he whined out, his voice still high pitched. Was he a crybaby in bed? Oh god, the thought of that just turned you on even more. "There ya go," you exhaled, your tone so gentle as you quickened your pace by a lot, holding onto his hips tighter.
It was at this point that Stiles' arms had given out, his shoulders now on the bed as well. The only thing holding him up was you.
"You seem to be doing well, Stilinski, you likin' the position, huh?" You asked, your eyes fixated on the back of his head.
No genuine response, just some loud whimpers and moans.
"Oh come on, you can do better than that," you teased, pushing your dick in deeper with every thrust.
Nothing. Again. Just louder moans from your partner.
You let out a sigh as you pulled out, leaving Stiles confused at first. Then you flipped him over on his back, positioning yourself between his legs and continuing from where you left off.
Your hands were on either sides of Stiles, propping yourself up on the bed as you looked down at him. Stiles couldn't look at you, he was too embarrassed about this. He was going to turn his head away, but you kissed him so he had nowhere to go.
Your hands moved to Stiles's thighs after the kiss, holding onto them with a tight grip, pulling your lover closer when you thrust in. "Gohâ od! Oh for fucks sake!" He cursed out, throwing his head back as his hands found their way to grip your shoulders.
Your hand wrapped around Stiles' dick and you started jerking him off. In response, your boyfriend let out a loud and such a slutty moan. "Fuhâ fuck!" In response to the pleasure, Stiles' ass clenched around your dick. "Oh? You like that, don't you?"
Stiles' toes curled as he gritted his teeth. Soon enough he wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling you in closer as you jerked him off and fucked him, at the same time. "Look at you, being such a good boy for me," you muttered out, thumb rubbing over his slit. You started fucking him harder, thrusting deeper. Soon enough, reaching his prostate. When you reached it though, it was pretty obvious.
His nails dug into your back. "[Name], oh god, wait! nghh!~" He sobbed out, arching his back. You looked at him with delight, grinning and hitting the same spot again. "Is that the good spot?" You teased in a gentle tone. He couldn't help himself. The amount of whines and whimpers that left his mouth was insane.
Stiles was a moaning and sweaty mess at this point, his words weren't even coherent and they were all slurred. He left pretty obvious scratches on your back during this. "You're takin' me so good, baby.." you breathed out, your voice a bit hoarse. "You're a sight for sore eyes, can't believe I get you all to myself," you hid your face in the crook of his neck.
"ghhhh, mmmfuccckk.. imgonna.. [name], [name] imgunnacum..â" he barely formed a simple sentence, clearly out of breath. "Go on then, do it," you encouraged him, leaving a hickey on his neck after you responded. Stiles grabbed a fistful of your hair, his dick twitching in your hands as he came and his ass tightening around your dick, the liquid spurring out onto his stomach, some of it getting on you as well.
"Good boy.." you muttered, your pace slowing down ever so slightly, just for a moment. Stiles was still whining and whimpering - he felt a little too overwhelmed after cumming like this and you fucking him.
"Shh baby, just hold out for a little while, okay?" You encouraged in a soft tone, holding back your groans - you were close.
He nodded urgently, biting his lower lip as his grip on your hair loosened slightly. Stiles made eye contact with you, finally. God, the look in his eyes made your dick twitch inside him, not to mention the tears he was holding back.
Of course it was a little painful, but you were doing your best to be gentle with him. Plus, he wasn't really crying, he was just teary eyed.
Your hands moved to Stiles' chest, grasping his pecs. "mggh.." a soft mewl escaping the other's lips. You squinted your eyes curiously, a sly grin spreading across your face.
With that, you pulled out, jerking yourself off til you came with a silent grunt. You didn't want to make Stiles feel so dirty for his first time with you..
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You're always making things better, Jay (Jason Todd x GN!reader)
Warnings: no proof reading, language, depressed!reader, fluff
It had been a very shitty day at work.
It had been a very shitty day with your family.
It had been a shitty day.
You were always trying to see the positive side of things, you were always trying to smile and to be strong. But that day, it was a lot to take in. You came back home, exhausted and you started to cry under the shower. You didn't know if it helped or if you felt even worse than before.
One thing was certain, the fact that your boyfriend wasn't around was making things even more awful. You wished you could snuggle up into his strong embrace. But you couldn't distract him while he was Red Hood, could you? He had a lot to take care of at the moment and you didn't want to be a burden to him. You needed to be better than that. You needed to be the only thing that didn't bring him some new troubles.
But you needed him.
You shook your head and went to bed, hopefully that you could doze off until he would come back home to you.
But it was 3 am and you just couldn't sleep.
You decided to take the chance and to call him. If he didn't answer, it was alright. You would understand, even if it would hurt a lot.
You just needed to hear his voice to calm down the mean ones inside your head.
You were surprised how fast he actually answered.
"Hey baby" He hummed and you could hear loud noises around him
"I'm sorry... You're in the middle of a fight, you shouldn't be answering me" You whispered, ready to hung up
"No worries, love. I can multitask. And now I'm quite concerned. It's 3 am. Why are you calling, is everything alright?"
You heard a grumpy voice talking to Jason. You guessed it was Batman saying something along the lines: "It's really not the right time to speak with your partner, Hood". But Jason ignored him and insisted for you to answer his questions.
"I... I'm just feeling a little bit down and I wanted to hear your voice. Nothing to worry about" You tried to explain, feeling a little bit silly now "I didn't think you'd actually answer to be fair" you admitted
"Always answering you, no matter what I'm doing. How about I finish to kick some ass here, and I come back home? You've eaten? I can bring food too" He offered and you were already calming down and feeling better
"Sounds like a plan, darling" You whispered and you heard Jason smiling at the nickname "You're the best, you know that, right?" You added
"Only for you, baby. I'll be there soon, love you"
"Love you too. So much. Take care" You said before hunging up.
You laid back down on the bed, the tensions slowly leaving your body. You even found yourself smiling. You couldn't believe how lucky you were to have him in your life.
With Jason as your boyfriend, you've got someone to call in the middle of the night, no matter what, because he would always answer his phone for you.
With Jason as your boyfriend, love was the promise of forever being there for one another.
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OVERWORKED
carl grimes x reader
tags: smut, handjobs m!receiving, OVERSTIMMING.
masterlist is pinned on my page (still canât link </3)
read ghost in the woods! (linked on masterlist)
Carl loved when you took care of him. Itâs almost like making him cum was his love language. One of them, at least. He loved having you touch him in general. He knew he was incredibly lucky to have you. Not everyone gets an amazing and good looking partner who understands him in every way in the apocalypse. Anyway, something he loves the most is when you push him past his limits.
Something about the aftermath is so relieving and he feels like heâs accomplished something. Like heâs done a good job and heâs made you proud. Youâll only do it for him when he makes you feel extra loved or if he was really romantic that day. Things like that would have him ending up writhing in your bed, practically sobbing because he was so overworked.
At that point in time, heâd probably finished about five times which for him is a lot. His lap and shirt is covered in his sticky cum, heâs sweating and whimpering like crazy grabbing at you to try and make anything make sense. His brain is just so scrambled at the mix of pain and pleasure, he doesnât know what to do with himself.
âMmff-please I donât thinkâmmh I donât think I can take anymore IâŚâ He loses his words when you prod your finger and swipe at his slit. His eyes roll to the back of his head and he cums even more. A high pitched whimper falls from his lips, deep from his throat. His pawing at your shirt. âWhatâs wrong sweet boy?â You almost fake pout at him and wow does he find that so fucking hot.
Heâs conflicted, heâs very turned on but itâs starting to hurt, although thatâs not something he particularly minds. His expression falls calm after his sixth orgasm of the night. He takes his deep breaths and looks up at you while you slowly and gently keep working him at a pace that doesnât prompt him to feel so much. âM-Maybe I can do moreâŚplease can I have more?â He asks, looking up at you with pleading eyes while shifting his hips up.
Heâs still aching. His tip is his most sensitive spot and with all the attention itâs been getting itâs quite red. So you work him at his shaft, gently twisting your wrist. He was calm, letting out the soft moans until you included his tip into the mix. Heâs so loud. With the noises of your moist hands around his cock and the preexisting mess all over his lap heâs close enough. But when he remembers youâre the one taking care of him and looks up at you?
Heâs done for.
He finishes a few more times, making it to the ninth. He cried a good amount from the pain but he never stopped you, even when you asked. Heâs sweating, heâs exhausted. âNeed kisses. Canât do any more please mâso tired..â He tells you. You look down at his lap and your own hands. Maybe heâs right.
Maybe one more.
âPlease baby just one moreâŚâ You plead with a charming smile. He looks at you with his tear stricken face, unsure of what to do or say. âI promise Iâll give you kissesâŚjust one more.â That boy will do anything for kisses. So he gives in. You give him a small break first but heâs still sensitive when you go back in with your hand. You stroke him a bit quick considering how sensitive he is but you immediately press your lips to his, giving him more pleasure to override the pain. During that time, there wasnât a moment where his lips werenât on yours. You basically kissed him through the pain. He smiles a tad but whimpers against your lips, occasionally moaning when your hand got to be a bit much.
Especially when he was about to cum, he had to pull away because he couldnât keep his mouth shut. âMmh pleaseâow please let me cum Iâm gonnaâmmphââ He tries to keep his lips to yours as he pleads to cum for the tenth time all over your hand. You smile against his lips and pull away to tell him he can cum. So he does for the last time that night. You let go of his extremely sensitive dick and find the rag to wipe your hand off, letting him breathe it out and calm down. Youâre still in his presence though. Thatâs all he really needs.
You look at him and smile, he tries to give one back but heâs so tired he lets his eyes fall closed and drops his head back to the pillows. âSo exhausted.â He says simply. You giggle and nod, cleaning him up.
âI figured.â
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ἍáĄ. â. đ ËIn The Key of Sin ἍáĄ. â. đ Ë
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đPairingđ: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader, Joel Miller x Original Character
đA/Nđ: Okkkkk so I had this teeeensy idea brewing since quite some time. It's a bit different from what I normally write, I shall admit. But idk, it's been at the back of my mind since a looooong time. Now this may be a bit OOC for the JM we love and cherish, both HBO and Game versions. But oh well, when my muse strikes, she does so with a vengeance. Also, special thanks to @slimybeth69 , I got this idea after I read a certain chapter of Que Sera Sera (which is an AMAZING story and omfg you guys need to read it LIKE NOW)
đWarningsđ: smut, nsfw, 18+, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex (don't be silly wrap your willy), slightt infidelity (yea ik but trust the process), explicit sex, degradation, (mild) voyeurism, breeding kink, minors DNI.
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Tiring. That was all that you could describe this day as. Work had been hectic, challenging and had pushed you to the limits of your sanity. All you wanted to do was kick off your shoes, maybe have a beer or two, and snuggle with your husband, watching trashy reality TV; listening to him grumble about how stupid everyone in said show was.
With that thought perking you up a little, you walked into your house, your calves killing you. Surely the person who invented heels is burning in hell right now; you thought to yourself. Dropping your bag unceremoniously on the couch, you took off your shoes and your jacket, making your way to the refrigerator as you pulled out a can of beer, the chilled beverage sliding down your throat, calming down your nerves. Perfect. Just as you were about to take another sip, you heard a muffled groan. Weird. Chalking it up to the random noises old houses often made, you shrugged it off.
But then it happened again. As you stood there, you heard a moan again, loud and clear this time. Hmm, that's strange. Joel said he wouldn't be home this early. Maybe it was the wind or a raccoon or something.
You were about to call out his name when you heard a loud whimper, and the porniest noise you had ever heard. Intrigued, you slowly made your way to your bedroom, ensuring that you made no noise; your form shaking as you saw the door ajar.
Heart racing, you snuck towards the door, till what you had heard finally had visual backing. And there you saw something. Something which would have made a normal person's heart drop into their stomach and their palms to become sweaty. Instead, you felt a flutter twist throughout your body.
You saw a very naked woman on her back, writhing and undulating on the bed, as he, your man, ate her out, and rather voraciously at that. The askew bedspread, the clothes strewn about, the whole bedroom was a damn mess; but all your brain could register was that he ate pussy like a god, hearing her wails reverberate through your marital room.
"Yes, yes...i'm almost there!" she whined, her hips moving against his face. You could see him grinding lightly against the bed, his tongue making the girl grab the bedspread tightly between her fingers. It made your toes curl, a tingle passing through your scalp and all throughout your body.
"'S right, slut. Come on my face. Let me feel that cunt squeeze my damn fingers." Joel grunted, the sound of his sucking breaking the silence of the room.
The next moment, big-tits-long-hair screamed as she thrust her hips up against his face, holding him to her mound, curling her fingers and grasping his hair. He moaned as he held her legs up, his mouth relentlessly licking at her.
You closed your eyes as you remembered how his moan felt against your centre, your panties now drenched. Softly unbuttoning your jeans, you reached inside, touching yourself over your underwear.
This feels so wrong, and yet...
Her squeal made you open your eyes, as you saw Joel roughly flip her onto her hands and knees. You nearly moaned out loud, but bit your lip in the nick of time. He was facing opposite the door and hadn't seemed to notice your presence yet, which you were thankful for.
You saw him, Joel;Â your Joel, eat her out from behind, as he slowly jerked himself off, no doubt trying to stave off his orgasm.
"What do you want, slut?" he drawled, his hand working himself, slowly.
She said nothing, whimpering as she pushed her hips backwards, towards him. Smacking her on her ass, he growled, "Beg for it."
You swore under your breath, his husky command bringing you to the brink. You watched as she whined out breathily, "Please give me your cock, Mr. Miller. I need it inside me."
You bit your thumb as you watched him rip a foil packet and unroll a condom before thrusting inside her snatch in one move, burying himself to the hilt. She squealed, rather loudly, the sudden intrusion causing her some pain.
"Lemme hear you, lil' girl. Need you to scream loudly 'til the neighbours hear." He grunted through clenched teeth, his hips still flush against her ass.
You watched, transfixed, as he lightly began to circle her clit. Sex with Joel had always been mindblowingly hot, but now watching it, as a third person? It was even better than watching porn.
You watched as he jackhammered her cunt, roughly pulling on her wrists, to go even deeper. She wailed, her thighs trembling as she struggled to hold herself upright. You gasped, watching him push her into prone position, his thrusts never faltering.
This was wrong. It was transgressive. But oh god...why was it so hot? Why did it feel like YOU were the intruder? A sudden grunt broke you out of your reverie as you watched Joel manhandle her to his liking.
You watched the love of your life pound into her with such vigour you feared the bed would break.
"Ohh..ohhhh...god....i'm....cumming..." you heard her keening, her hands searching for something, anything to hold on to as Joel wrecked her, his hips faltering as he too, neared his end.
"Yeah...fuck.....'s it. Come on my cock, want t' feel you gushing around me.." he grunted, yanking on her arm to haul her up on her knees, fucking her with abandon. You doubled your efforts, circling your clit as you slipped a finger inside, muffling your groans as you could feel yourself inch closer and closer to your climax; your pussy getting wetter by the minute.
Her wails, her loud screams, enough to wake the dead resonated through the house. You were half afraid that Mrs. Davis next door would think there was someone being murdered.
You could feel your walls clench around nothing as you saw Joel pull out of her, jerking himself off and groaning as he finished all over her round ass, his hips shunting as he milked out every drop of his spend on her perky butt.
Breaking out of your horny haze, you decided that you'd had enough. You needed to leave before either one of them caught you. Rebuttoning your pants, you quickly exited the house, going for a small walk around the block to clear your mind.
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Almost an hour had passed since the "incident". You had come back home, thankfully, after the girl had left, and had busied yourself with preparing dinner. As you were slicing the vegetables, you felt his arms circling around your waist, his breath tickling your ear as he slowly ground his growing erection against your hips. Wordlessly, you turned around as he weaved his fingers through yours, the slight pressure a welcome distraction as he pulled you in the direction of your bedroom, seating you on the very bed where he had been with another woman not too long ago.
"So, you were watching." he said, his Southern drawl thicker than usual.
You hesitated for a bit, before nodding.
He sniffled, nodding slightly as he ran his fingers through his beard thoughtfully.
"Was it up to the mark?" he asked, a little shyly, if you could decipher his tone correctly.
Turning your chin up, you looked into his eyes, your lips pursing. Your mouth upturned into a smirk as you looked at the ground with your eyes, your intentions abundantly clear.
He immediately dropped to his knees, between your legs; awaiting your words with bated breath. It turned you on to see him like this; it was always hot when he took charge but it was even hotter when you took charge, which was a rare but delicious occurrence.
"Oh baby." you smirked, as you took his chin between your fingers, slowly caressing his beard with your thumb. "It was so, so good. I nearly lost control and joined you both."
You felt his sigh of relief ghost over your drenched panties, his fingers tightening on your thighs as he looked up, his big brown eyes reflecting his solace.
"So was it a good early birthday present?" he bashfully whispered, his fingers lightly caressing your clit through your panties, his jeans getting tighter by the minute.
Grinning, you ran your fingers through his gorgeous mess of curls, scratching his beard lightly.
"It was amazing. I was a bit skeptical at first, but that was the hottest thing I've ever seen. It was like a porno, except more personal; like it was just made for me." you moaned, as you felt his finger nudge your panties to the side and lightly caress your wet folds.
"What else, baby?" he growled, his fingers becoming more insistent as he plunged a finger inside you, his thumb caressing your swollen nub.
You mewled, dropping down on the bed as you felt your walls clench around him; your orgasm hitting you like a ton of bricks. You didn't quite catch what he said to you, trying to focus on his movements.
As you caught your breath, you propped yourself up on your elbows, watching your husband undress with ill concealed lust. He caught your heated look, smirking as he pulled off his boxers, crawling over to you on the bed.
"You didn't answer my question, sweetheart." he drawled lazily, his tongue circling your nipple.
You writhed under him, struggling to answer him. "Are you fishing for compliments right NOW, Miller?" you murmured dryly, your fingers making their way to his hard member.
Joel grinned as he took himself in hand, slowly but firmly pushing inside you, pressing his lips to yours as he swallowed your moan. Fully seated inside you, he waited a moment before pulling out and thrusting back in, a gasp being punched out of you.
He began moving faster, feeling your silky walls encase him tightly as he picked up his speed; your breathy moans and gasps adding to the symphony of your mingled breaths. He looked into your eyes lovingly entwining his fingers with yours.
It was like some unintentional barriers had been broken that night, and a new chapter of your married life had begun. If you thought you couldn't trust Joel more, you were wrong. You trusted him more than anything now and this rendezvous had only strengthened in your mind what you knew all along in your heart; that Joel Miller would do ANYTHING for you, no questions asked.
"Baby?" you gulped, struggling to keep your climax at bay as he pounded you into the mattress.
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"I want you to come inside me. Put a baby in me, Joel."
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Can you write a Buck x innocent reader? Not smutty but maybe Buck finds it endearing how innocent she is?
hiii, thank you both for the requests! this story is the longest one [almost 5k words xd] out of all those "short fics" đ because I decided to go somewhere else with the plot this time... đ the Reader finds Buck hiding in her barn after his plane was shot down but I don't specify what country it is exactly (one of the occupied ones) đ she is sweet and innocent and shy and she saves his life so, like, how can he not be crazy about her? đ
my inbox is open for blurb/short fic requests for major cleven đ¤
The sound of the American and German planes above you was common these days but it terrified you each time. Living in the countryside had many privileges â like being away from the main bombing targets â but it also could get dangerous when the burning planes would fall down from the sky. Your father was standing outside and watching them carefully, making sure they werenât coming too close because youâd have to evacuate quickly if they did.
You were standing inside by the window with your mother â both scared and hoping it would be over soon. Then, a sound of loud explosion made you startle as you squealed and hugged your mother closer.
âItâs over,â your father finally went back inside and held you both to help you calm down. âThe American plane went down in the forest. Iâve seen the parachutes but itâs none of our business,â he reminded you both.
âIf the Germans come, what should we tell them?â Your mother asked. You had never had a plane go down so close.
âWe havenât seen anyone,â he pursed his lips.
Your father hated the Nazis but he also wanted to survive more than anything else. He didnât want to get involved in anything that would bring death to his family. However, he still hoped the Allies would win.
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In the evening you went to the barn as usual to check on your cow and to close it for the night. You approached her and patted her neck to caress her gently. You usually preferred animals to humans. They were so quiet and calm and they didnât start scary wars with bombing planes, tanks and rifles.
An odd noise made you look around, scared. You were easily startled at anything these days and usually it would just be mice so you tried not to panic.
However, you spotted a few mice nearby and they were not in the same direction the sound was coming from. And the sound was nothing any mouse would make. It was⌠breathing. Sharp, muffled breaths.
âH-hello?â You asked and you swallowed thickly as you approached the dark corner of the barn where most of the straw was stored.
Your steps were slow and careful and then you saw something moving slightly and you spotted a pair of eyes looking at you⌠a pair of human eyes without a doubt.
Your whole body froze as your heart skipped a beat and your hands got cold and shaky. There was a man in your barn and you were terrified, not knowing what to do. You wanted to scream for your father but you were scared of what that person would do. You could run away but what if he was faster and would catch you?
âHello?â He answered in a weak, raspy voice. âPlease, donât be scared,â he added but you kept standing there, petrified. âDo you speak English?â
You swallowed thickly. He had to be an American, you thought. One of those that had been shot down earlier that day. You had heard stories of them showing up to peopleâs houses like that. The Nazis wanted everyone to contact them immediately when such things would occur.
âI⌠I do speak English, yes,â you whispered. âMy dadâs an English teacher,â you explained and you finally gained the courage to approach the man.
He was sitting on the floor in the darkest corner of the barn and he was holding one of his arms as his face winced out of pain. He was quite young and you could see his golden hair under all the mud and straw.
âAre you alright, sir? Youâre American?â You asked.
âAmerican, yes. Iâll be fine, just⌠Water, please,â he pleaded and you bit on your lower lip, not knowing what to do.
You should tell your father, no doubt about it. But what if your father would call the Nazis? He didnât like them but he didnât like the prospect of being killed either.
âIâll bring you something. You just wait here,â you told him and he nodded.
He was completely at your mercy now, you realised. He gave you his trust, because you could just run out of the barn and call for the Gestapo. He trusted that you wouldnât do that. He had no other choice.
You sneaked inside the kitchen to make sure your mum would not see you and you grabbed a bottle of milk and some cheese. Then you took a bun out of the bread bin and you went back to the barn.
âIs milk okay?â You asked as you crouched down next to the man to hand him the food. âI also got you cheese and a bun. Iâm sorry the bun is not really fresh.â
âItâs more than I asked for⌠Thank you,â he took the food from you and you watched him eat it like a starving man. You noticed him wincing once in a while and that his shirt was torn on his arm and lots of dry blood around it.
âWhat happened to your arm?â You asked, quietly.
âI fell down when I landed and I hurt it,â he explained.
âIt doesnât look good. It should be disinfected,â you pointed out.
âI donât want to be a bother. I will sleep here⌠if you let me⌠and I will leave in the morning. I donât want to be a problem for you and your family,â he promised.
You remained silent. You felt bad for that man. He shouldnât be travelling in his state and he was an easy target for the Germans in his uniform, especially being slowed down by his injury.
âI have to go before my dad checks on me,â you told him and he nodded.
You closed the barn and went back home with a heart feeling heavy in your chest. You had to tell your father about it and if heâd want to call the Gestapo, youâd just beg him not to.
âPapa, there is something I have to tell you,â you started as he was sitting on the sofa and reading a book. He raised his eyes to look at you and so did your mother, crocheting on the rocking chair.
âWhat is it, love?â
âThereâs an American in our barn,â you announced and your parents looked at each other, terrified. Your father closed the book loudly and put it away. âI gave him some food. He is hurt.â
âYou talked to him?â Your father stood up and you took a step back, scared. You were afraid he would get angry at you.
âIâm sorry, he is hurt⌠And he was thirsty and hungryâŚâ
âYou gave him our food? We barely have any!â Your mother was not pleased.
âJust a bottle of milk, an old bun and some cheese!â You tried to explain yourself. âI can skip breakfast tomorrow morning for that,â you offered.
âEnough. No oneâs skipping breakfast,â your father furrowed his brow as a deep wrinkle appeared on his forehead. âLet me speak to him.â
âBe careful!â Your mother stood up and followed you both to the front door as she watched you walk towards the barn. Your father was carrying a candle with him.
âI will go first and tell him about you,â you whispered. âHe might get scared seeing you and I saw he had a gun.â
Your father nodded and you pushed the door leading to the barn carefully.
âHello, itâs me again,â you started. âPlease, donât get angry.â
âI am not angry,â you heard a voice from the darkness.
âI brought my dad with me. I had to tell him, Iâm sorry⌠But he wonât hurt you,â you promised. The man did not answer. âCan I bring him inside?â
âItâs his barn. You donât have to ask me,â he told you and you waved at your dad to come inside.
The candle in his hands made the whole room a little brighter and now you both could see the American sitting by the wall better.Â
âWho are you?â Your father approached him as he asked.
âMajor Gale Cleven, sir. I was shot down earlier that day,â he explained. âPlease, let me stay here for the night and I will leave tomorrow morning. I donât want to be a problem.â
âYou already are, son,â your father pointed out.
âPapaâŚ!â You extended your hand towards him but he shushed you.
âIf they find you in this barn, they will immediately know who you are. Come inside,â your father said and you widened your eyes. So did the American Major.
âA-are you sure, sir?â
âYes, come,â your father handed you the candle and he helped Major Cleven to stand up and they slowly began walking towards the house. You closed the barn and followed them.
When they were inside, your mother was clearly unhappy but she didnât say anything.
âBring him some of my clothes. We have to get rid of this uniform and you have to take a look at his arm,â your father told her. âAnd you,â he pointed at you, ârun him a bath.â
âI really donât want to be a bother,â Major Cleven protested.
âThatâs the least we can do to help any man fighting those monsters,â your father said and you sighed out of relief. For a moment you feared that he had lured the American inside only to tell you to call the Gestapo a few moments later.
You were proud to be his daughter.
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You all went to sleep very late because of the hassle with Major Cleven. He was sleeping on a sofa, his arm was bandaged, he was washed and he had some of your fatherâs clothes on him. You woke up first and went downstairs to prepare breakfast for everyone but from the corner of your eye you watched the American asleep on the sofa in the living room which was connected to your small kitchen.
He was a handsome man and it was bringing heat to your cheeks. You had never expected to meet a real American pilot. Not here, not in this European village in the middle of nowhere. You thought of all the American things that you had known of â beautiful Hollywood actresses, pin up girls, Coca Cola, New York buildings⌠It all seemed more like a dream than a real place and this man sleeping on your couch was coming from it. It felt surreal.
You turned around to focus on preparing coffee and sandwiches with anything you could find in the fridge. You were so deep in your American daydream that you didnât hear him waking up and walking inside the kitchen.
âHello,â he greeted you and you jumped a little before turning your head around. âOh, Iâm sorry, I didnât mean to startle you,â he smiled softly.
God, he was gorgeous. Like from a movie.
âIt is fine. I am⌠How do you say it⌠tamid?â You stuttered out. You felt awkward not knowing how to say it.
âTimid,â he chuckled.Â
âTimid, yes. Iâm sorry,â you looked down.
âYou donât have to apologise to me. Your English is very good,â he assured you and your face lightened up at that compliment.
âHow do you like your coffee, Major?â You asked.
âCall me Buck, please. Thatâs how friends call me,â he extended his hand.
âBuck? What does it mean?â You shook it.
âItâs just a nickname,â he explained. âAnd whatâs your name, miss?â
âOh, yeah, my nameâs (Y/N). So, how do you take your coffee, Major?â You introduced yourself and quickly changed the subject.
âBlack â no milk, no sugar,â he answered.
âWell, Iâm glad because we donât have sugar,â you chuckled softly. âWe havenât had it in a long while now,â you explained.
âYour family is very generous,â Buck took a cup of coffee from you and your fingers brushed for a brief moment. You felt butterflies in your stomach.
âMy father is against the Nazis,â you told him. âHe has friends in the local resistance, he will introduce you to them. But we have to wait for your arm to get better first.â
âThankfully it looked worse than it truly was. Your mother is skilled with these things,â he gave you yet another dashing smile.
Was it an American thing to do to smile so muchâŚ? Either way, you didnât mind.
âShe is a nurse,â you told him.
âAnd you?â He raised his eyebrows and you looked down again.
What were you supposed to tell an American pilot? It felt embarrassing.
âI want to be a teacher like my father⌠But now I canât study much, I have to help around the farm. We have our cow, some chickens and a small garden. We used to have a boy coming here to help us but heâs⌠Well, heâs been killed. Itâs difficult,â you explained.
âIâm sorry to hear that⌠But hey, being a teacher sounds great,â Buck patted your shoulder and you looked up at him in disbelief. He still had that charming smile on his face as he sipped on his coffee. âItâs so good, thanks,â he winked at you, trying to cheer you up a little.
âY-youâre welcome,â you felt your cheeks heating up and then you heard footsteps on the staircase so you went back to preparing sandwiches since your parents had already been awake.
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Buck stayed at your place for a week to let his arm heal. In the meantime he had written a letter addressed to his British base that your father had handed to his friends from the resistance. Buck wanted his friends to know that he was alive and safe.
He was helping around the house and since both of your parents had their regular jobs in the town nearby, you would spend most of your days with him. He was helping you around the garden and with your cow and chickens. He was a funny and charming man and you couldnât help yourself but to fall in love with him.
You were a shy girl from a small village, you were nothing like those stunning American girls you had seen in the magazines. Your English was not perfect and your stories were not even half as exciting as his. You knew very well that there was no chance that a man like Buck would ever even see you as a woman in a romantic sense. He was a gentleman and he always treated you with respect but nothing more than that.
One time when you were in the garden with him, you spotted a familiar German soldier approaching you and you panicked inside.
âDonât talk to him,â you told Buck as you faked a smile at the soldier. âHello, sir!â You greeted him.
âHello, hello, Iâve been around, decided to check on you. I saw your parents in town and thought to myself you must be all alone here,â he leaned on the fence and squinted his eyes at Buck. âWhoâs that?â He asked.
âMy cousin,â you explained as your heart was pounding in your chest. You clasped your hands behind your back to hide your nervousness.
âCousin, huh? Hey, cousin!â He called for Buck and he looked up but he didnât say anything as you had told him. He couldnât understand your conversation anyway. âWhat is he? Mute?â
âActually, yes, heâsâŚâ you lowered your voice, â...you know, not quite right. In the head, I mean. They sent him here to help around the house because his family is sick of him. His sister got married and she doesnât want him around at that time, you get meâŚâ
You felt awfully bad for this lie but it was the only way to explain why Buck wouldnât speak a word. If he tried to speak your language, he would be immediately exposed as an American. Heâd be taken to some captive camp and your family would be killed. Or heâd get killed, too. It depended on the German, really. And this one was known for being quite nasty.
The soldier looked you up and down and then he chuckled to himself.
âSure, sweetheart. Well, have fun with your cousin then. See you around.â
âSee you around, sir,â you waved at him nervously and you watched him walk away.
âWhat happened?â Buck asked quietly.
âNothing. He wanted to know who you are,â you explained with a soft smile. âI told him we are cousins and that you canât speak because youâre, well, slow,â you admitted with a shy giggle, afraid of his reaction.
Buck found it funny, though. He laughed and shook his head.
âAnd you came up with that lie on a spot?â He asked.
âWell, what else was I supposed to do? By the way, this German keeps coming around all the time and talking to me. Iâm glad youâre here because every time he comes by when Iâm alone, I get scared,â you admitted. âHeâs like that with lots of girls âround here. He only talks but itâs still scary,â you gasped and Buck furrowed his brow. âI think he likes it when weâre scared of him. He asks questions and all that. Heâs known for being a brute when things get serious.â
âYeah, I donât like it that youâre stayinâ here all alone,â he admitted with a nod and your cheeks heated up in an instant.
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You were waiting for your father and Gale while sitting on the fence with your ankles wiggling in the air. You were worried about them because every time your father would visit his resistance friends, it could end badly. Especially now, when he was walking with an American by his side.
And as much as you wanted Buck to go back to his friends, you were also sad that it was time for you to say goodbye to him. You knew it was selfish, but you hoped he would stay for a longer time.
You saw them at the horizon and you sighed out of relief. You jumped back on the ground and ran up to them.
âAnd? And?â You asked, excitedly.
âWeâll talk inside,â your father gave you a scolding look. Buck smiled at you and you smiled at him.
In complete silence you walked back home and sat by the dining table together.
âMajor Cleven leaves tomorrow morning,â your father told you and you faked a huge smile, although your heart broke. You really hoped you would get a few more days with him.
âIâm so happy for you, Buck,â you told him. âI wish you all the luck on the way.â
âThank you,â he nodded.
â(Y/N),â your mother looked down at you while squinting her eyes. You had a feeling she had known about your crush on Major Cleven. âItâs time for you to check on the cow and lock the barn.â
âYes, mama,â you sighed and left the table to go outside and straight to the barn.
After a while, Buck joined you.
âWhat are you doing here?â You asked him with a sad smile, trying to hide that you had been crying silently.
âWell, it might be my last evening but Iâm still here and I want to help,â he told you.
âI can handle that,â you shrugged your arms. âI can handle everything on my own. I had used to before you showed up,â you added.
Buck didnât say anything to that. He looked down and blushed a little. You looked away and focused on caressing the cow to calm yourself down.
âI feel bad for leaving you here,â he admitted.
âBut what does it change?â You asked and he looked up, furrowing his brows. âI mean, really. What does it matter at all? Youâre from a completely different world and Iâm⌠well, me,â you swallowed thickly, trying to fight the tears forming in your eyes and ignoring your throat squeezing tightly. âI am just a village girl in the middle of nowhere, from some place you cannot even pronounce properly. I have never tasted Coca-Cola, never seen a Hollywood movie, only seen pictures in the magazines. Iâve never had lipstick or rollers in my hair. Iâm less than ordinary. But itâs fine. Itâs how it is here. And youâŚâ you hesitated for a while before taking a deep breath in. âYouâre from a different world. Youâre so confident and so charismatic and so brave and so⌠American,â you chuckled through the tears. âSo what does it matter that you feel bad about it? You have to leave. This is not your world. You would leave sooner or later.â
You tried not to look at him but his silence forced you to lay your eyes on him. He looked like a beaten dog and it made you feel bad.
âIâm sorry,â you apologised but he approached you and held your shaking hand in his. You looked up and he leaned in closer to your face but he visibly hesitated as if he had no idea if he could do what he wanted to do. Your heart was pounding in your chest. You couldnât believe that it was happening.
You werenât confident enough to give him a proper kiss. You only pecked his cheek delicately and he smiled gently at you.
âYouâre such a sweet girl,â he raised his free hand to caress your cheek, âand none of the things you said were true. Youâre not less than ordinary. Youâre very special but you donât even know that.â
âMe? Special?â You sniffed your tears back as you shook your head in disbelief.
âYouâre a girl one in a million, I mean it,â he brushed your chin with his fingers. âI will never forget you.â
âI will never forget you,â you told him sadly, knowing perfectly well that it would be you who would truly mean your words for the rest of your life.
A man like Major Cleven would move on easily. But you couldnât blame him for that.
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It was the autumn of 1945 and you landed your first job in the local school. Since you werenât qualified to teach regularly yet, you were supposed to look after the younger children. Either way, you were glad for this job opportunity which would bring your family extra money and some job experience for you.
You often wondered what Buck was doing. Had he come back home? Had he been caught? Killed? You didnât want to think of that possibility. Had he met someoneâŚ?
You didnât have his picture; you hated how you almost forgot some details of his face already or the exact sound of his voice. You promised to never forget him and you were sure you wouldnât ever forget a man named Buck. But you couldnât help forgetting all those little things that were making a real person and not a vague concept of an American you had known a long time ago and loved⌠Like you were an old woman telling stories to her grandchildren.
The bell rang and all the kids packed their bags before running outside. You were slower with your things as you had no things to be in the hurry for. You walked outside and took a deep breath in, enjoying the fresh, crispy air and the cool breeze on your face.
âMiss (Y/L/N)! Whoâs that man?â One of the boys tugged on your cardigan and you looked down at him.
âHm? What man?â You asked.
âThat man over there! He looks like those American pilots Iâve seen in the newspaper!â The boy widened his eyes and your heart skipped a beat as you looked in the direction he was showing.
It couldnât be him, could it?
You spotted a man leaning on the schoolâs fence. His golden hair was slightly ruffled by the wind, he was wearing sunglasses and chewing gum nonchalantly. What made him look like an American pilot the most was his leather military jacket, though.
âB-BuckâŚ?â You whispered to yourself as you ran up to the man.
âNeed a ride home, doll?â He greeted you with a smile as he pointed at the car behind him with his thumb.
âBuckâŚ!â You screamed as you opened your arms and hugged him tight. He picked you up and spun you around as you giggled. âWhat are you doing here?!â You asked when he finally put you back down.
âYou thought youâd get rid of me so easily?â He teased and you burst out in happy tears. âShh,â he cupped your face and lifted it gently to make you look at him. âHey, hey,â he took his sunglasses off and looked deeply into your eyes, âhey, Iâm back. Iâm fine. Are you fine?â He asked, worryingly.
âY-yes,â you nodded through the tears. âIâm just⌠Iâm just happy,â you confessed. âThere was not a day I did not think of youâŚâ
Buck smiled at that and brought you closer to his chest. You breathed in his scent and sighed.
âPlease, tell me itâs not a dream,â you sobbed again. âBecause Iâve dreamt it a million times before already.â
âItâs not a dream, my sweet girl. I promised I wouldnât forget about you.â
âBut you didnât promise to come back,â you pointed out.
âI didnât want to make promises I was not sure if I am able to keep. I didnât know if Iâd get out of this whole mess alive,â he rubbed your back and moved away slightly to look down at your face again. âHope you havenât married anyone in the meantime?â
âAre you crazy?â You laughed at him through the tears.
âI mean it, doll, have you met someone?â He asked and you shook your head. âGood. Because I really, really, really, would like to take you out on a date,â he told you and you felt butterflies all over your body.
But⌠It might have not been a dream. Yet it still felt too good to be true.
âWhy me?â You asked with a more serious expression on your face and he furrowed his brows. âI mean, why? Why did you come back for me? Iâm sure there are dozens of beautiful and kind women that would love to go out on a date with you. And you didnât have to cross an Ocean for them.â
âWhy you?â He asked as if he couldnât believe the question because the answer was obvious. It wasnât obvious for you, though. âYou saved me. Your kindness, your generosity, your big heart â they saved me on that night. You could have left me there in the barn or call the Gestapo on me. You were terrified of me, I could see that. But you were too good to let me die, you were so brave. You saved me. And Iâve never met a girl as sweet and kind and beautiful as you,â he caressed your cheek with his thumb to wipe some tears away. âAnd I know you donât feel this way about yourself, doll. But Iâm gonna change that. Iâm gonna tell you this every day until you believe me.â
âThis is all very sweet, Buck, but⌠What I said back then, itâs still true. We are from two different worlds. The war might be over now but it doesnât change the fact Iâm just some village girl from Europe and youâre an American hero,â you shook your head.
âIâm not a hero,â he laughed softly. âAnd America is not that different, my sweet one. Itâs not like in the magazines youâre reading. Anyway, I could stay here, too.â
âYou donât even speak the language,â you laughed.
âIâm a quick learner,â he shrugged his arms. âAnd I wouldnât mind working at the farm while you teach. I just want to be with you,â he admitted casually as if he hadnât just devoted his whole life to you and you only.
Your eyes widened at him. He really did mean that.
You threw your arms around him and let him spin you around once again as you giggled.
âMiss!â A whiny voice made you both turn around and look at the annoyed little boy. âSo is he an American pilot or not? How long do I have to wait?!â
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prince charming (?) to the rescue
in which you get lost in a forest after being transported into a strange world
â leona kingscholar x gn!reader
this is sooo unedited i did this at like 3am - đ
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If the situation was any more ridiculous, you would have found it in yourself to laugh. In a world full of magic, there are only a few things that you could deem truly impossible; traversing through worlds was not one of them. A simple book was all it took to burden you with unfamiliarityâa new place, a new sky, and new clothes that paint you as an entirely different person. All your senses were working fine, your memory didn't feel hazy either so really, how could you laugh in this situation?
Being unfamiliar with the whole place was bad enough so it's even worse when you realized you strayed from the path and separated from the group. It was already night and the forest was dark and silent. The only thing you could hear was the occasional crow that was filling your head with unsavory thoughts.
Mindset was the key here. If you panic, then the scarier everything will seem. That's why you should take a deep breath and calm yourself. Be rational. Don't make obvious mistakes. And lastly, stay cautious. Being alone made things worse, you only had yourself to rely on.
Although it was easier said than done. The sound of rocks and branches crushing underneath your feet with every step you took put you on edge. It made you conscious of the fact that you were the only one there and amplified your anxieties. You clenched your fist and bit your lip slightly, trying to calm your beating heart.
â... I wonder if they're looking for me.â Saying those words out loud made you stop in your tracks to think. When you said that, there was actually just one singular person in your headâsurely he must have noticed that you were gone, right? As for his reaction⌠that was something you didn't know. Leona was quite a headache to decipher after all, especially when your more-than-a-little admiration for him made it difficult to think logically around him.
Thump!
You heard something drop down. You held your breath and tried to hide behind a tree from something you couldn't see. What was that strange noise? Was it a fruit dropping? A branch? Is it a person? Or was it an animal? Seriously, you overestimated yourself by convincing yourself that you can get through this rationally. You can already feel the fear taking hold of your fingers and feel them shake at its icy touch.
You really wished that there was someone with you right now. That would at least be a little comforting but you weren't even sure if they ventured in the forest again just to find you. Hopefully it was the lion who does the saving, no matter how far-fetched the notion was but right now you were too preoccupied determining if it was safe for you to come out.
A few more seconds without another sound and you told yourself you could finally start moving again. You let out a sigh of relief and started walking once again.
Crunch!
Ah.
Those are definitely footsteps.
That was the sound of branches and twigs being crushed under feet.
You heard it once, twice, now thrice⌠It's getting louder.
There was no time to hide. You inhaled sharply and started running through the forest without looking back. You cursed yourself when your feet got stuck on a branch and you felt your whole body losing balance, you stretched your arms in front of you just a few moments before falling to stop yourself falling on your face. You winced at the stinging pain that came with it, the small splinters dug into your palm and the rocks and pebbles scratched your palm.
âAah, this sucksâŚâ You groaned as you tried to get back on your feet. You stared at your palms, it was bleeding from the scratches and you could tell that it was only a matter of time before the adrenaline would settle and pain would make you bite your lip.
And as if things weren't bad enough, you heard footsteps again. Your eyes widened and your body went stiff. You tried to run again but a sharp pain in your right ankle made you freeze in place. It was a horrible time to realize that you had a sprainâyou could no longer run. When you realized that, you closed your eyes as the footsteps approached closer and closer untilâŚ
âThere you are.â
Huh?
You slowly opened your eyes to take a peek. The next sight you saw was Leona crouching down next to you, his hand finding your calf and slowly making its way near your ankle. Carefully and slowly, he let out a sigh when he turned his sight towards you. Was he seriously annoyed right now?
âGrim told me you ran off when he tried approaching you. Seems like that rascal doesn't have the slightest clue as to why you did.â
âThat was Grim?â You let out a sigh of relief. You were glad that it wasn't some unknown otherworldly monster that tried to hunt you down. But the adrenaline soon settled down and you could finally see the situation for what it isâyou were injured and the one in front of you was Leona Kingscholar of all people. Call it destiny, fate, or whatever but this was definitely a wish heard by the heavens.
âYou should've been more careful.â His tone shifted when he narrowed his eyes. âLook at the state of you.â
âAre you going to scold me or help me? I'm an injured person, you know.â
âGive me a bit more time to be mean to you. I just spent the last two hours looking for you nonstop.â
âHuh? Just you?â
ââAnd Grim.â He added almost too quickly. âHaving everyone jump back into the forest and split up would be dangerous. And I refuse to let that lizard show off.â
â... Pfft.â He shot you a small glare after hearing your giggle. You couldn't help it. It's one of the few moments where you had an idea of what's going through his mind. âWe could've avoided this situation entirely if you'd just let Malleus do his thing.â
He turned to look at you and you stared right back at him. A few moments of silence pass untilâ
âDo you want him to save you instead?â Leona pinched your cheek, visibly annoyed at your words. âYou ought to be nicer to the guy you like. Whether you like it or not, Iâm the one who came for you.â
âAah, don't get angry! I didn't mean anything by it.â He didn't reply when he turned his back towards you. You had every part of your mind telling you that he wasn't going to leave; and you were right. He dropped his coat to the ground and crouched in front of you. Oh, so this was definitelyâ!
âJust shut up already. Let's go back to the others.â
#twisted wonderland#twst#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#leona kingscholar#x reader#leona x reader#leona kingscholar x reader#twst leona#twst leona x reader#đ#halloween event made me rise from the dead i feat#feat#fear
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ââ .âŚÂ DMC Boys NSFW Headcanons âĄ
𼝠Pairings ; Dante/GN Reader, Vergil/GN Reader, V/GN Reader.
𼝠Content Warnings ; Explicit sexual content (18+), general NSFW headcanons so mentions of various kinks and topics along those lines.
𼝠A/N ; I still canât write for Nero, donât judge me lmaoaoaoao.
âËâš á° Dante â¸â¸
â Heâs playful, touchy, and affectionate. The earth will succumb to its end before this man can have sex without cracking jokes or being humorous in some aspect.
â Just because heâs playful doesnât mean he doesnât prefer to be rougher if the time calls for it. He will be rough, and actually enjoys it quite a lot.
â He gives off switch energy. He loves to dominate you, making you come undone underneath him, but he also loves being underneath you, taking what you give him.
â Likes to praise and be praised, also will dabble in a bit of degradation if you ask for it, but I feel he enjoys worshipping you instead of degrading you. Into light bondage, both giving and receiving. Huge exhibitionism kink, he likes the risk of being caught. Pain is also something heâs into, lightly, such as your nails scratching into his back as he drills into you, or soft biting/marking.
â Heâs noisy, like said before, heâll make lighthearted jokes during the act, and he definitely is loud when being pleasured. Otherwise heâs relatively silent.
â Big on aftercare, if you need something he will provide it immediately, all you have to do is ask. Likely will order food after and hold you close telling you how well you did.
âËâš á° Vergil â¸â¸
â Vergil is more serious in the moment, preferring sincerity and a slow pace. Heâs not one for jokes, and instead will take a more mature approach.
â He prefers to be rougher, as he thrives off having control, but if you ask, he will be more delicate.
â Dom. Complete dom. He wants complete power over you, he will not let you dominate him. Nothing gives him the rush like having you crumble in his arms, accepting everything he gives you.
â He loves degradation on the giving end of things, he will not allow you to degrade him. He will, however, praise you between harsh words, and loves to receive praise himselfâit fuels him. SIZE KINK. If you are much smaller than him, he will go haywire. He LOVES having power over someone, and it gives him satisfaction to have someone so small within his grasp. Does not like exhibitionism, prefers a more private setting.
â Heâs silent for the most part, aside from mild grunts or hushed noises. Heâs not the noisy type.
â At first, aftercare is a foreign concept to him, as he didnât know one needed to receive care after the act. After explaining it, heâll hold you close and gently praise you, letting you fall asleep in his arms. (Youâll definitely fall asleep after, this manâs stamnia is fucking insane).
âËâš á° V â¸â¸
â Heâs on the more mature side of things, and definitely takes his time with you. He prefers a slow and sensual pace. Heâll make lighthearted jokes to calm your nerves.
â He cannot be rough, he prefers a gentler approach. He does not enjoy being mean to you.
â Switch with a slight submissive lean. He loves watching as you come apart in his arms as he pleasures you, though he often enjoys being softly dominated by you.
â Heâs pretty vanilla (letâs be honest here). Heâs into very light bondage, and adores praising you. Being praised by you is a godsend, he loves it so much. He will not degrade you, like stated before. He likes sex within a private setting, preferably in his bed.
â This man whimpers. Heâs very vocal, and will not even try to conceal his noises, heâll moan right in your ear if it pleases you.
â Aftercare? Thatâs his specialty. Even if heâs worn down after the act, heâll grant you anything you ask for, and if you tell him no, heâll still do it anyway. No stopping him. Water? Got it. A nice bath? Ready for you. Heâs at your service.
#⧠vergilscatgirl ๨ŕ§Ëââ§#dante x reader#vergil x reader#v x reader#dmc headcanons#dante/reader#vergil/reader#v/reader#dante dmc#vergil dmc#v dmc#gender neutral reader
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So I had this very funny thought also I accidentally deleted this the first time around đđđ incredibly sad about that
You can read this as a romantic pairing or a strictly platonic pairing
A/N: Also this is more based on young justice beast boy because I feel like he's better written in young justice and that's what I've watched most recently
Beast boy x reader
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So imagine you and beast boy are hanging out with your two cats at your place, your cats aren't exactly fond of him but you don't think they hate him either considering he constantly brings them cat treats and toys honestly with him around they're absolutely the most spoiled cats on earth... Your cats are used to you being clumsy and making loud noises so one day your a bit surprised to find that your long time partner Garfield isn't as chill as your cats are about the noise...
As your preparing lunch for the two of you, you forget about the pot that's near your elbow and as you turn to move the pot goes crashing to the ground your cats just stare at you judging but suddenly you hear hissing you turn expecting it to be your two cats fighting over a mouse that one of them had caught but no you see this third very green cat hissing at you and the pan wildly fur puffed out and spitting at you... For a moment you just blink and stare because we'll this is a new development you knew he could transform into any animal he wants but you didn't quite expect this... So you go over to the cabinet with the calming cat treats that are made with hemp witch is safe for cats and you assume cat adjacent people you gently go down to his level and sit on the floor like you've done for the strays outside your apartment complex and your own cats when they've been startled or upset by something. You gently start making hushing sounds saying it's okay as you start to break up the treats and placing them in front of the green kitty he slowly begins to sniff at them while growling at you, your by no means offended by this, this isn't the first nor will it be the last time an animal has growled at you.. you watch as he sniffs and begins eating the treats you've laid on the floor and you take that opportunity to scoot a bit closer while whispering reassurances and slowly hold out your hand in front of him with the treats he eats those out of your hand and it honestly tickles you reach out and begin to start stroking beast boys fur. Surprisingly it's silky soft as you begin to pat him you look into his eyes and see some of his awareness has returned after a while of you holding and patting him all the whole telling your own cats no and to leave him be sternly he suddenly changes back to his usual self...
He looks absolutely embarrassed and can barely look you in the eye without turning a bit red ..
"uhhh sorry about that my hearing is super sensitive", he says a bit bashfully...
You can only smile at him and say "honestly its not the first time I've dealt with a very startled and disgruntled cat nor will it be my last", you can't help but giggle a little at that last part but you gently place a hand on his shoulder and give him a reassuring squeeze while also handing him some cat treats to give to your cats that are now growling at him ... You bend down to pick up the pot that was dropped and place it back on the counter while listening to beast boy gently saying words of apologies to the cats as he promises them that next time he comes over hell bring them a bunch of cat toys to make up for his turning into a cat and eating there treats witch he mumbles the last bit...
Suddenly
"WAIT WERE THOSE TREATS EVEN VEGAN", is all you hear from the other room as a blur goes past you to the cat treat cabinet and at this point you can't help but laugh ...
A/N: throughout this I was picturing the scene from lion king where a young Simba starts hissing and spitting but isn't threatening at all also I do not own the art above it just felt fitting to add
#beast boy x reader#beast boy#garfield logan#teen titans beast boy#young justice beast boy#young justice pairings#teen titans pairings#fan fiction#fluff#beast boy fluff#teen titans#young justice#dc comics#dc universe#dc characters#fanfiction#batman#beastboy x reader#reader#dc x reader#teen titans x reader#fanfic#fan fics#fan fic writing#teen titans fluff#writting fluff#comedy#dc au
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c'mon bugaboo
cat noir x reader
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'sentibubbler': season 4, episode 10
TW: angst and comfort, cursing, spoilers for that episode.
this is a little scenario I had in my head about him, so I decided to put it here. I don't know if this is really angst but I'm just gonna put it just in case. I'm sorry I've been gone for so long, here's my apology<3
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"b-but I wanna help. why can't I help?" cat noir asks.
"well, we really don't need your cataclysm so" rena says as she makes a mirage of ladybug. she runs off, rena following the fake ladybug.
"well.... there's nothing I can do now. I feel useless now ladybugs the guardian of the miracle box." cat sighs.
cat felt useless like he said. since ladybug can temporarily give people miraculous's, there was almost no need for him anymore. cat goes off with no destination in mind. he just jumps around from roof to roof. rena said their plan didn't require cat noir, so he walks around for hours. he sees the miraculous ladybug fix everything and sighs. by the time he's tired of running, he jumps down onto a roof and sits down, not knowing he's waken up someone.
y/n pov
"what the fuck, who or what is on my roof?" I get up from my bed to see what the noise came from.
I see that familiar black cat costume with the matching ears coming from that blond head.
"cat?" I walk up behind him and sit down.
"o-oh I'm sorry. I landed too hard and probably woke you up. I'll leave." he stands up to leave. "no no no, I was already awake. I've just gotta ask, what are you doing here? shouldn't you be with ladybug?" I sit down next to him.
he sighs, debating on whether to tell you or not. "well..." he goes on.
"ladybug hasn't really been needing me the last few missions. she's been asking other people for help. and...." he takes a breath, holding in tears, "it makes me feel like she doesn't need me anymore. like she's tossed me to the curb. like today, nino got akumatized into the sentibubbler by shadow moth. I was all ready to come and help, but rena said they don't need me..." I see a single tear fall from his eyes.
"ladybug has missed a lot of our nightly patrols. I miss it. I miss saving akumatized villains, I miss our patrols around Paris, I miss...." he takes a breath, "I miss her."
I look at him and hold his hand. I see him look at my hand on his.
"I'm kinda in the same situation, cat. but that's for another day. I don't wanna put this on you. do you wanna come in? it's kinda cold out here." I ask.
"sure... it is a bit chilly" he stands up and follows me.
we walk through my back door into my room. my room is quite big with the couch so it won't be too cramped with both of us in here(I know this is a bit much but just work with me please).
"hey cat." I look at him. "what's up?" he tries to say without breaking his voice. I hold out my arms to invite him in a hug. he looks at me with sad eyes, tumbles into my arms and breaks down crying.
he cries for a good while and when he calms down he asks, "am I just not enough?" he whispers. "oh cat, of course you're enough. I can't tell you why she gives other people miraculous's. but I do know that you're a great hero to Paris."
"I am?" he looks up at me. "yes cat, you're the best hero i have ever seen." I reassure him.
"thank you, truly. I'm sorry I was so loud on your roof." he apologizes. "no no it's ok, I'm glad you were because I wouldn't have met you" he smiles at my words. I hear faint beeps as cat looks down at his ring. "shit, I gotta go. it was nice meeting you......?" he pauses, not knowing my name. "it's y/n. is there a name I can call you instead of cat?" he laughs a bit at my question, "call me whatever you come up with, i don't mind." he answers.
"it was nice meeting you, kitty," I take his hand before he leaves, "if you ever feel like this again or need to talk, I'm always free. come by anytime." I smile.
"of course, cutie. I wouldn't want to miss any opportunity to see you again." he kisses the back of my hand.
"I'm see you soon, kitty." I kiss his cheek. he smiled at my kiss and went out the window.
'i hope I see him again. he's pretty cute.' I say to myself. I go back to my bed and drift off into sleep, thinking about a certain cat in mind.
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I will hopefully be doing a part 2 if y'all are interested<3
#cat noir#chat noir#cat noir x reader#chat noir x reader#x reader#miraculous ladybug#miraculous#miraculous x reader
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Could you do a cute little fic about Steve keeping pictures of yn in his wallet and yn sees them and gets all embarrassed and Steve teases her while trying to get her to quit being so self-conscious
an: Ah! This is such a cute idea!!! To the person who requested the ed fic: I'm so glad you liked it! Your message literally made my day when I saw it! Ily đ
W: reader is insecure for a second. 60's pricing, fem compliments (pretty), idk
Steve Has Your Picture in His Wallet
Steve Randle x Reader
The Dingo is always loud. A place frequented by so many teenagers can't be expected to be anything but. It's usually a bit overwhelming, so you were hesitant when Steve told you that he was planning on taking you there for a date, but he told you that it would be fine, after all, it was a Tuesday afternoon! How busy could it be?
"Jesus." Steve mumbles after he opens the door for you and sees the inside of the Dingo. It is definitely loud and it is definitely busy.
"Is someone throwing a party? What's going on?" Steve looks around to see if there's a place to sit.
"Steve," you practically have to yell over the noise, "do we have to eat here?"
"No, I'm sorry, I didn't think it would be very busy. Let's go to that burger place you like down the street, that okay?" He looks down at you and grabs your hand.
"Yeah. It's not your fault, hun. I appreciate you wanting to take me out."
He brings your hand up to his lips and gently kisses it, making you giggle. He smiles at you then leads you out of the diner. The pair of you walk for a few minutes until you reach the restaurant. He holds the door for you and you walk inside, he follows. You sigh peacefully as you enter the much more calm environment. This place is way better. It's not nearly as busy, it's more quiet, the lights aren't so yellow, and there's a soft hum from the heater. You pull Steve along with you to the counter. You order your burger, fries, and a drink, then get out your wallet to pay. Steve puts his hand out to stop you.
"I've got it." He says.
"Are you sure?" You ask, surprised.
He nods and smirks. "Don't sound so surprised, I ain't completely broke." He then turns his attention to the cashier and orders. He takes out his small leather wallet when the cashier reads out the total. $1.05.
Steve opens his wallet, gets out the money, and hands it to the cashier. While doing so, something small and thin falls out of his wallet and drifts down to the ground. You pick it up for him and turn over the little paper to see what it is.
Your cheeks get hot and your eyes widen when you see that it's a picture of you.
"Why do you have this?" You ask, staring at the picture. This picture isn't even that good, you think, this is so embarrassing.
Steve looks over to see what you're holding, then he smirks again. "Cause you look real pretty in it." He wraps his arm around your shoulders and leads you to a booth.
"No I don't. That's a bad picture. I look weird." You tell him. The two of you find a booth and sit down. He looks at you with a puzzled expression then grabs the picture out of your hands and looks at it. "Looks like a good picture to me, babe. You looks beautiful."
You can't stop yourself from blushing more. You shake your head. "It's a bad picture."
He sighs. "Well, I like this one just fine, but if you want to get me a new one, I'm wouldn't be against that."
"You don't need a picture of me in your wallet." You try to say in a casual and not insecure way.
"Yes I do. I want to see your pretty face as often as I can. I look at this all the time when I'm at work." He smiles then puts the picture back in his wallet.
You can't stop the slight smile that creeps onto your face, but you still feel embarrassed and, honestly, a bit insecure. Though your boyfriend's comments do make you feel a little better.
"What's wrong? You really don't like me having a picture of you, baby?" He puts his forearms on the table and leans towards you.
"I- Do you really think I look pretty in it?" You ask shyly.
Steve reaches out of lightly touches your cheek. "You always look pretty, so yes." He smiles.
You look up at him, you pause before you speak. "Could you get a more recent and better one?" You ask hesitantly.
"Yeah, if you want me to. You gonna give me one, baby?"
"I can. My friend has a Polaroid camera."
He moves his hand from your cheek and holds your hand. "I'll be looking forward to it then."
You smile warmly. The little bit of embarrassment you're feeling is being overpowered by so many other things. You also feel weirdly honored and you feel cherished. Steve keeping your picture in his wallet really makes you feel like he loves you. Although you're aware that it's corny, you're planning on writing something cute on the back of the new picture for him. "For my love" or "I'll always love you" or something like that.
A few days later, you deliver the picture go Steve and he could not be more happy. He's completely overjoyed, and when he sees your little message on the backâ he might just melt. It's safe to say he will cherish that picture for a long, long time.
An: Yall I did not know how to end this. Word count: 880 Hopefully you guys like it đ
#the outsiders fanfiction#the outsiders x reader#the outsiders 1983#the outsiders#steve randle x reader#steve randle the outsiders#steve randle#Steve Randle x yn#Steve Randle x you#Steve Randle fic#Steve Randle fanfiction#the outsiders fic#the outsiders fluff#Steve Randle fluff#Harrietswriting
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smitten, tony stark
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pairing: tony stark x shy!reader
synopsis: Parties are never your thing. The loud noise and crowds always make you nervous. This time, the Avengers held a party to celebrate retrieving the sceptre. Despite your nerves, your charming husband was there to calm you down.
genre: fluff
word count: 0.7k
â â â â â â â â â â THE LIGHTS OF THE Avengers Tower twinkled like stars against the night sky, casting a warm glow over the bustling party below. Music thumped through the speakers, laughter echoed from every corner, and the air was filled with the mingling scents of expensive cologne and hors d'oeuvres.
You stood near the bar, nervously twirling the end of your dress between your fingers. Crowds werenât your favourite, but you had agreed to come because it was important to Tony. You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself as you scanned the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of him.
âThere you are,â a familiar voice drawled behind you, making your heart skip a beat. You turned to find Tony Stark, looking effortlessly charming in his tailored suit, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
âHi, Tony,â you replied, your voice barely above a whisper as you avoided his gaze, staring down at your shoes instead.
Tony chuckled, stepping closer and tilting his head to try and catch your eyes. âStill as shy as ever, huh? How did I manage to snag someone as adorable as you?â
You felt your cheeks heat up, the blush spreading like wildfire. âI... I donât know,â you stammered, your fingers now fidgeting with the hem of your dress.
âCome on, look at me,â he coaxed gently, his tone softening. Only gently placed a finger under your chin and lifted your face until your eyes met his. The warmth in his gaze made your heart flutter.
Before you could respond, you were interrupted by Steve and Natasha, who had sauntered over to join the conversation.
âHey, Tony, whoâs the lovely lady?â Natasha asked, a teasing glint in her eye.
Tony wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close. âThis lovely lady is my wife,â he declared proudly, causing you to duck your head again in embarrassment.
âOh, so this is the famous Mrs. Stark,â Steve said with a smile. âIâve heard so much about you. Itâs nice to finally meet the woman who managed to tame Tony Stark.â
You managed a shy smile, feeling a bit more at ease. âNice to meet you too, Steve. And you, Natasha.â
Natasha gave you a friendly nod. âWeâre all just amazed, you know. Tony used to be such a playboy, and now heâs completely smitten. Itâs quite a transformation.â
Tony laughed, giving you a squeeze. âWhat can I say? Sheâs irresistible.â
As the night went on, you found yourself gradually relaxing in the company of Tonyâs friends. They were kind and welcoming, making an effort to include you in their conversations and making you feel like part of the team.
Tony never strayed far from your side, always keeping an arm around you or holding your hand. His affectionate gestures, like brushing a strand of hair behind your ear or whispering something sweet in your ear, made you blush repeatedly.
During a quieter moment, when the crowd had thinned out a bit, you found yourself alone with Tony again. He took your hand and led you to a more secluded corner of the room, away from prying eyes.
âHaving fun?â he asked, his voice low and intimate.
You smiled, your earlier nerves now a distant memory. âYeah, I am. Thanks to you.â
Tony's gaze softened, his eyes filled with love. âIâm glad. You deserve to feel special and loved, always.â
Without another word, Tony cupped your face in his hands and leaned in, capturing your lips in a tender, heartfelt kiss. You felt your hands instinctively rest on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart under your fingertips. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss. The world seemed to fade away as you melted into the kiss, feeling the warmth and love he poured into it.
When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours. âIâll never stop showing you how much you mean to me,â he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity.
With a playful grin, Tony took you by the waist and guided you to a more secluded area, away from the noise and crowd. He held you close, his touch reassuring and warm. "Let's take a moment just for us," he murmured, his breath tickling your ear. You melted into his embrace, feeling safe and cherished in the arms of the man you loved.
#tony stark#iron man#tony stark fanfiction#tony stark x reader#tony stark imagine#tony stark fluff#avengers#marvel#mcu#marvel cinematic universe#fluff
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