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honeyed temptations
pairing: azriel x readerÂ
word count: 2.2k
warnings: some smut and suggestive language (mdni 18+ only pls!!), swearing, azriel is whipped for u but is also very stubborn, domesticity/fluff
summary: despite azrielâs relative indifference to most things, he absolutely, undeniably hates the heat. and fucking loves when you wear sundresses.
a/n: continuation of my ongoing headcanon that azriel is actually kind of a stubborn baby, especially with his mate; i have a summer oneshot for cassian coming out soon! <3
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Azriel was fucking furious. It was like the sun had a personal vendetta against him, determined to steal any and all comfort from him as he baked in the hot morning sun in your shared bedroom.
Peak summer in Velaris was nothing to scoff at. Though the Night Court was hailed for the beauty of its moon and stars, the same could not be said for its seasons. It was a solar court and that meant that its moon waxed and waned through the full dearth of the seasons. And summer just so happened to be Azrielâs least favorite.Â
Though he could handle the strikingly cold winters the Night Court had to offer â it snowed quite heavily in Illyria, afterall â the heat of the summer was unbearably oppressive. It didnât help that his current residence was the House of Wind, built high on a mountain cliff where the heat rose and was entirely too close to the sun. Not even the Houseâs breeze helped staunch his somewhat over exaggerated agitation at the rising temperatures.Â
It was still morning, but it seemed that the sun had decided that it would be especially insufferable today, showboating its prowess even at 9 in the morning.Â
âCâmon Az,â you implored, gentle hand poking his bare shoulder. âRhys is here, we have a meeting.âÂ
He pouted at you from where he was sprawled out on the bed, not having bothered to get up â or put clothes on â despite having been awake for an hour now. He rolled onto his side to get a better look at you, hoping that if he pouted enough youâd have mercy on him and let him stay naked and as cool as possible; the thought of putting on clothes â most of which he owned were black â made Azrielâs head ache.Â
ââs too hot.âÂ
You huffed a laugh at his childlike petulance. Who would have guessed the feared Shadowsinger of the Night Court couldnât handle a little heat?Â
âYouâre being a baby,â you chuckled, sitting on the edge of the bed as you attempted to negotiate with your mate to get out of bed.Â
It was then that he took stock of your appearance. You had always been much less bothered by the heat than he was â and much more functional in it â and so your morning routines were never disrupted. You had already bathed and gotten ready, pretty little sundress skimming your curves as the hem tickled the skin on your legs.Â
âYou look nice,â Azriel noted with a hum of appreciation. Ordinarily, he wouldâve reached over and pulled you on top of him to make both of you late for Rhysâs meeting for an entirely different reason, but he couldnât fathom getting any more sticky and sweaty than he already was, so he resisted. Instead, he opted for toying with the hem of your dress in contemplation.
âIs this new?â He asked, taking in the sweet honey yellow linen and thin straps. You nodded your head and smoothed your hands down your front, fixing the neckline of your dress in a way that had Azrielâs eyes burning holes through your skin.Â
âDo you like it? I bought it when I went out with Feyre the other day.â You intentionally left out that you had bought it with the explicit purpose of using it to tempt your mate out of bed, knowing that he always needed a little bit of incentive in the summer.Â
Assessing hazel eyes tracked the familiar planes of your body, face lit with an entirely different kind of heat now, âYeah, I like it.âÂ
His gaze lifted to yours and you nearly gave into him. The adoration in his eyes and the blush high on the apples of his cheeks was mesmerizing, âYouâre very pretty, you know.âÂ
Azrielâs unfiltered affections for you always made your heart beat quicken, and your attention shifted to his hand resting comfortably on your thigh, thumb drawing innocent circles on your skin. You bent over to kiss him briefly in thanks before patting his hand and getting up off the bed.Â
You couldâve sworn you heard Azriel whine in protest, but it was drowned out by the sound of you sifting through the dresser, no doubt searching for clothes to throw his way.
He watched you from his spot on the bed, eyeing the way the hem of your dress billowed from your waist and just barely covered the curve of your ass. He was convinced that he could stare at you for an eternity and still find new parts of you to marvel at.Â
Before he could get too lost in his greedy appreciation of your beauty and the stunning way your dress complimented every curve and dip of your body, you were tossing clothes at his face.
âStop staring and get dressed!â You laughed, âYou know Cass is gonna give you shit for being late. Again.â
It was no secret to those closest to Azriel that he was an absolute terror when the summer rolled around. Though it only took a week or two for him to adjust and become begrudgingly functional again, the days leading up to his revival were always a source of great amusement to the Inner Circle. Ah, the perfect Shadowsinger finally reveals his flaws, Cassian would consistently tease.
He only groaned in response, rolling onto his back once again to stare at the ceiling.Â
You sighed. Truthfully, you found this side of him endearing â and quite funny â but you knew he had a job to do and nothing would get done unless he was, at the very least, clothed. Sauntering over to the bed, you looked down at him with your hands on your hips. You were met only with a stubborn look in return; you couldâve sworn you glimpsed the ghost of a defiant smirk curving his lips, âMake me.â
You reeled at his challenge. Fine, you would make him.Â
The bed shifted as you straddled him on all fours, careful not to let any part of you touch any part of him. His hands came up instinctively to grasp your hips as he didnât even try to hide his triumphant smile. But you wouldnât let him get away with it, at least not now.
You encircled his wrists in your hands, guiding them above his head to pin them to the pillow. Both of you knew he could easily wriggle out of your grasp, but Azriel was aware that this was riling you up just as much as him so he conceded. Allowed his beautiful mate to do whatever she pleased.
âDonât touch,â you commanded in his ear, punctuating your words with a slow swirl of your tongue along the shell of his ear. âIf you listen, I promise Iâll be so, so good for you.â
Unexpected emotion flooded his chest as he resisted the urge to break the tension with his affection for you. You were already so good for him. In more ways than he could have ever wanted, more ways than he ever imagined. But he kept his mouth shut, and focused only on the way he could feel the hem of your dress kissing his skin as your mouth nipped at sucked at all the places that drove him insane.Â
âCâmon, Az,â you cooed, licking a sinful path up his neck before you blew on his skin, reveling in the way goosebumps rose on his flesh despite the sweltering weather. âGet up for me, huh?â
He didnât miss the double entendre as you tracked a scathing wet trail down his body, your tongue â frustratingly â the only part of you touching him. He was being difficult and you were making him pay for it by teasing him in ways only you knew how to. Azriel groaned low and deep when your cool breath hit right beneath his bellybutton, abs flexing as he willed himself to maintain his composure. You still werenât touching him, and he was already embarrassingly hard, body desperate to feel your skin on his.Â
His brow furrowed with concentration and lust as he met your gaze right before your lips puckered and you took the head of his cock â pretty and swollen and throbbing just for you â into your mouth. Azrielâs head flopped back onto his pillow as he loosed a long, deep breath, a cross between a sigh and a moan so pleasing to hear that you nearly forgot your initial intentions.Â
One well placed stroke of your tongue had your eyes meeting his yet again, all dark pupils and a thin ring of gorgeous hazel. You were the picture of perfect seduction, pretty lips split open on his cock, bent over him in such a way that gave him an unobstructed view of your cleavage beneath your dress. You released him with a sinfully wet pop! as you pulled back and smiled at him, sweet and teasing before you blew gently on his tip. Azriel shuddered.
Oh, Mother above. He was milliseconds away from flipping you onto your back and tearing your godsforsaken dress right off you â or maybe heâd keep it on â but you were faster, jumping just out of his reach and off the bed, as if you hadnât just addled his mind with fantasies of all the ways he could fuck you in that dress.Â
The wicked smirk of satisfaction curving your lips told him that youâd had your intended effect. Azriel was barely able to recalibrate his bearings in time for him to notice you heading towards the door. He sputtered in disbelief, âWhere are you going?â
Before you traipsed out the bedroom door, you turned back to look at him, âTo be continued, mate. After you get dressed.â
When you shut the door behind you, Azriel could have sworn he heard your giddy, maniacal laughter echo in time to the sound of your footsteps down the stairs. Now he had two problems: 1) he was still hot as the fires of Hell and 2) he was achingly hard and knew heâd have to make a concerted effort not to look too long at you in that dress all day if he wanted to cling to what little composure he had.
He sighed as his shadows swirled around his ears, barely offering any reprieve from the heat.Â
Pretty mate. So, so pretty. Everyone thinks so.Â
Make that three problems: 3) Cassian would be making innocent comments about you looking so good in that dress just to irritate him.Â
The possession roiling around in his gut â courtesy of the mating bond â was his final straw as he scrubbed a frustrated hand down his face. Fucking fine, he would put the damn clothes on.Â
âžđ¤ epilogue âžđ¤
âWhereâs that overgrown child you call a mate, anyway?â Cassian quipped after you made your appearance in the dining room for breakfast.Â
âExactly where you think he is,â you laughed over a bite of toast.
âWhatâs wrong with Azriel?â Feyre implored innocently, âIs he not feeling well?âÂ
Rhys chuckled and shook his head, âAzriel is not very fond of the summerââ
âThatâs an understatement,â you and Cassian mumbled under your breaths in tandem.
ââand itâs a nightmare getting him to do anything in heat like this. But luckily we have Y/N.â
Before your High Lady could ask the question on the tip of her tongue, Cassian stole a piece of bacon off your plate, ignoring the way you protested, âI mean, youâve seen how whipped he is Feyre. Heâll do anything if Y/N even suggests she wants him to. Az only gets out of bed in the summer because she asks.â
In retribution for your stolen bacon, you speared the rest of Cassianâs eggs and forked them into your mouth before he could inch away from you. You didnât respond, knowing all too well that Azriel actually would not get out of bed even if you asked, leaving you to resort to otherâŚtactics.Â
âIâm not a child, you know.â Came Azrielâs petulant interruption as he greeted you with a brief kiss to your head and the rest of his family with a grunt of acknowledgement, âI can do things on my own, in case you forgot.â
âWeâll stop calling you one, once you stop acting like it,â Cassian taunted.
Azrielâs scoff was his only response as he sat down next to you at the table, plating two pieces of bacon in front of you to replace the one he knew Cassian had no doubt probably taken. You smiled up at him gratefully, and despite the still sweltering heat that had only seemed to have gotten worse as time progressed, he smiled back.Â
Feyre was in awe; it was like the heat had melted away his stony exterior, leaving the real Azriel exposed for everyone to see. Feyre met your gaze across the table, a mischievous glint in her eyes that told you she was more than privy to the extraneous measures you had taken to coax your mate out of bed.
âHow do you do it?â Cassian not-so-quietly whispered to you.Â
âI have my ways,â you responded cryptically with a smirk as Azrielâs hand ventured beneath the hem of your dress, squeezing your thigh.
You would most definitely be paying for your little shenanigan in the bedroom later. Â
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WHISPERED PROMISESâS. SHINICHIRO
ŕŞââ´ synopsis: you meet shinichiro one day when heâs working in his shop. youâre sweet, nice and thereâs an obvious tension between you two. you feel like a teenager with the way heâs making you nervous, but you accept to go on a date with him. things only get better from there.
ŕŞââ´ content warning: so much fluff i almost cried, fem!reader, you and shin have the biggest crush on each other, heâs so sweet and respectful, eventual smut, mentions of a breeding kink, protected sex, fingering, oral (fem! receiving), pussy whipped shinichiro, dirty talk, lots of kisses, shin has a big dick<3Â
ŕŞââ´word count: 7,9k (lord have mercy)
ŕŞââ´note: a great thank you to @mztoman for commissioning me again!! I got so carried with this fic, the plot was just so good!!Â
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Working on weekends was Shinichiroâs least favorite thing about his job. He tried his best to make it a good experience, he really did, but he was tired from a long week of working eight hours a day (and sometimes more when there was an emergency). And so, small things got on his nerves.
His lunchbox wouldnât open, he forgot to pack chopsticks with him, he forgot to put water in his mini-fridge, the air conditioner was barely workingâgood lord, he was getting so annoyed.
Ring!
Oh great, a customer visiting when he was at his wits ends. Shinichiro stands up from his crouching position next to the bike he was working on. He grabs the rug that was attached to his pants and wipes his hands. He was expecting the usual type of customers; rude, stubborn, the know-it-all who tried to explain to him his own job and how itâs done. All in all, unlikeable.
Though, he is pleasantly surprised when he finds a girl standing at the door, looking around his shop with heart eyes. You looked so lost in your thoughts, your hands gripping your hand bag so tightly (from nervousness? Shinichiro wasnât sure). Your stance was polite, and you looked in awe at his work. Maybe working today wasnât such a bad idea if his first customer of the day is someone like you.
He brushes off the thoughts, telling himself that you looked youngâno, way too young for someone like him. Plus, he wasnât exactly the luckiest with girls. Heâs had his fair share of hookups, tried to be in relationships, but things just never worked out for him.
He rolls his shoulders as he approaches you, greeting you with a wave. He was tall, had a smile that had you feeling a little dizzyâgood god, this man was attractive. Whether it be the way he carried himself, or how he wiped the dirt off his hands, you could tell that he was hardworking and truly loved his job.
âHi, welcome to our shop.â He really hoped that his voice wouldnât crack and embarrass him. Technically, it was his shop and he was proud of it. It wasnât exactly the fanciest out there, but it was his pride and joy. The display of the many bikes that he owned always caught peopleâs attention outside and left him grinning from ear to ear.
âHello, thank you, I didnât think anyone was here,â you were nervous, he could tell by watching you relax and clench your hands more than once.
âWell, someone has to be here,â he jokes and for a second, he can tell you were glad that he did. His playful remark somehow made you relax, and you let out a slightly less nervous giggle (which sounded so fucking adorable).
âYouâre right, my bad.â You start looking around the shop again, and the man thinks itâs time to try to get to know you a little better. How can he do that without appearing to be invading your personal space? Should he immediately ask for your name? No, thatâs too bold. MaybeâŚMaybe taking the professional approach will work.
âCan I see your driverâs license?â Very subtle.
You donât hesitate as you pull it out and hand it to the tall man, and you watch as his eyes scan it for a good five seconds before humming in approval.
You were indeed younger, but only four years younger than him, really fucking attractive. He thought that there is no way you were single, but then again there was no ring on your fingerâshould he just ask you if you were in a relationship? Nu-uh, too soon.
âAlright, and how can I help you?â
âI am here to fix my friendâs bike for her birthday,â
âOh you have a biker friend? So you know a little about them?â
âOnly the basics, Iâm more of an avid fan of the races rather than a participator.â You let out a chuckle, rubbing the back of your neck. You werenât lying, you did enjoy watching more than riding them. But only because you tried before and failed miserably, and you werenât going to include such embarrassing detail to a handsome stranger.
âOkay, what does she need help with exactly?â
You go into detail of what had happened, and how your friend had stopped riding her motorcycle just because she was too busy saving up money for something else. And with her birthday coming up, you thought you could sneakily get a family member of hers to bring the bike to this particular shop and get it fixed right on time. Shinichiro agrees to help you, and you both settle on the price rather quickly. Now you no longer had a reason to be in the shop, but you didnât exactly want to leave either.
âYouâre not busy?â
âNot at all,â you look at the display of the many fancy motorcycles he owned, letting out a âwowâ at how shiny and pretty they looked. He took good care of them.
âMy name is Shinichiro, by the way.â He takes his hand out to shake yours and you accept it immediately. You try not to blush at how rough his hand felt, evidence of true hard work. Could he get any more attractive?
âNice to meet you, Shinichiro,â you grin at the man, and feel him squeeze your hand tightly before relaxing. He seemed like he wanted to say something, but hesitated and thought ânevermindâ. But the longer you stayed in his shop, the more obvious it was to the man that if you left the shop without his number, he would be the one to call himself a loser. No need for Benkei and Wakasa to do that for him.
âSo, uhâŚâ His lips part, his hand comes to the back of his neck and your heart picks up its pace. You could see that the tips of his ears were turning red, and his hand hadnât let go of yours. âThis is a little unprofessional of meâŚâ He mumbles to himself. He sighs and you chuckle and at the dilemma he seems to be in, but that sound alone seems to encourage him to speak more. He wants to hear you laugh again, you seemed very comfortable with what was happening.
âWould you like to go out sometime? Iâd like to know you better, you seem like a really nice girl andââ
âAbsolutely.â You donât let him go on with his little ramble, only flash him a nervous grin. The apples of your cheeks were as red as his, and it truly felt like two teenagers confessing to one another. You loved a man that made you feel like this.
âOh?â He grins back, and his hand slides down from his nape to the back pocket of his jeans. âGreat, when are you available?â
âTomorrow, my place.â Shinichiro almost chokes on his saliva at your words. Your place? It was too early for that, not that he mindedâbut he wanted to be a gentleman, wait at least a few dates before even trying to get in bed with youâ
Sensing that he was malfunctioning, your other hand slides on top of the hand that was holding yours and you squeeze it in reassurance.
âYou donât have to if youâre not comfortable. I just thought going to a restaurant would be a waste of moneyâand personally, I love cooking. We can just watch a movie and hang out?â You felt like such a breath of fresh air. Somehow, feeling your skin against his made him immediately relax.
Itâs not the idea of coming to your place that scared him, he just always thought you only do that after a while of dating. But here you were, suggesting that an indoor date would be better and cheaper than at a restaurant. Plus, he felt like he could get to know you better if youâre sitting on the couch together alone rather than in a place filled with people.
âI love the idea. So, tomorrow?â
â8PM, how does that sound?â
âPerfect.â
--
After exchanging phone numbers, you and Shinichiro practically texted almost all night. You talked about everything and nothing, almost forgetting to send him your location. Turns out, you didnât really live that far away from his own place, nearly less than a five minute walk.
He was really nervous. He didnât tell anyone about the date, made up some bullshit of a lie that he was going out for a few hours and his friends were already eyeing him weird. He simply wanted to take his time with you. Your chemistry seemed promising even though youâve known each other for less than a day.
He didnât want to get his hopes up, and if you were going to choose not to go out on a date with him again, he could at least keep it a secret to himself.
Since you were the one cooking tonight, Shinichiro thought it would be rude if he didnât bring anything with him. So he got a bouquet, brought board games with him and some drinks just in case. He felt stupid for not having asked you beforehand what kind of drinks you liked, but he was almost at your place. No time for regrets.
You had also told him to dress comfortably. You were going to chill in your living room for a while, and you wanted your date to feel as natural as possible. So here he was, dressed in a white hoodie and some grey sweatpants, his hair was still slightly wet from the quick shower he took after getting off work, and he hoped that he wouldnât catch a cold.
Arriving at your doorstep, the man was more than sure that this was your place. You had a cute doormat with the word âWELCOMEâ written in bold, along with two huge plants on either side of it. If your doorstep felt this cozy, he could only imagine what the inside looks like.
Knock, knock, knock.
He waits approximately three seconds before he hears the sound of you running barefoot to the doorstep, a muffled âIâm coming!â accompanied with it. You handle a few locks before opening the door, greeting him with the cutest smile heâs ever seen. He doesnât have time to look at your outfit or tell you how nice you look before you were wrapping your arms around him. You donât squeeze too tight, but Shinichiro feels you flinch and pull away.
âOh, sorry! I got too excitedââ youâre blushingâfuck, youâre blushing and heâs getting butterflies in his stomach like a teenager. Shinichiro has been on enough dates to know the difference between feeling nervous and having an absolute crush on his dateâit was the latter with you.
âItâs okay, I like hugs,â he places the bag full of goods on the floor and pulls you in another hug, his hand caressing your back gently. He hopes you canât hear how loud his heart is beating, because then he would be fucked.
âYou smell really good,â you mumble against his chest and you feel him hum. He leans down and you can feel his nose on top of your headâthis was too intimate for a first date, but neither of you minded.
âYou smell like roses,â he lets you pull away from the hug, grinning from ear to ear that his words were getting you to blush this hard.
âThank you.â So shy, so sweet--
I swear if this doesnât work out, Iâll never date again.
âOh how rude of me, please come on in!â You lead him all the way inside, and Shinichiro can finally take a look at your outfit. You were wearing the cutest dress that reached right above your knees, along with a pair of fuzzy socks. You looked so comfortable and adorable, he couldnât help the smile on his lips.
âQuite the cute outfit,â his tone is playful, it makes you pause what you were doing in the kitchen to give him a playful glare yourself.
âYeah, yeah, I told you I wanted us to feel comfortable. Itâs bad enough that my heart is about to explode,â so it wasnât just him feeling nervous, cool.
âYouâre also nervous?â
âAlso?â now itâs your turn to sound playful and the man laughs at your antics. He takes a seat on your couch, and waits for you to join him. He looks around your apartment, and takes in how well thought everything seemed to be. From the candles sitting by the tiny coffee table, to the polaroids hanging on the wallâyour place felt like a perfect representation of how you were as a person and as a friend; comforting and sweet.
âYou got me my favorite drink!â Your excited voice pulls him out of his thoughts. He stares at you and the way your eyes seem to light up at a simple drink. He picked out the flavor very randomly, his thought process was âI hope she likes this�� and turns out, you did.
Lucky him. Everything he seemed to do or pick for you aligned perfectly with your preferences. Though, he couldnât deny that he was eager to learn more about you; what you did for a living, what your favorite pet was, your sleeping schedule, your favorite place to eatâhe needed to stop.
You approached the TV and grabbed your remote control before turning around to face him.
âFood is almost ready, wanna watch something in the mean time?â Shinichiro nods and you quickly take a seat next to him on the couch.
âSo, what kind of shows are you into?â
The next half hour passes by rather quickly, and you end up not watching anything as you both chat on the couch. He helps you check in on the food when you gasp in horror, thinking that it got burnedâbut thank god, it didnât. You talk about your childhood, what you did for a living and how things were going for you. If you had any friends living nearby, where you grew up. You appreciated how attentive the dark haired male sitting on your kitchen stool was, your heart skipped a beat every time he flashed you an adorable grin. You were absolutely doomed.
âHow about you though, any friends or family living around you?â You ask as you start serving the pasta on the plates he helped setting on the table. He hums in response, but you think it was directed towards the food and how delicious it looked.
âI have two siblings, a brother and a sister.â
âYounger?â
âYeah, how did you know?â he quirks an eyebrow at you and you shrug your shoulders.
âYou give off oldest brother vibes,â
âIn a good way I hope,â he teases, waiting for you to take a seat facing him.
âAn amazing way, you seem very caring and selfless.â You light up the candle sitting in the middle of the table, and Shinichiro tries his best not to stare for too long when you stand up to do it. You were leaning down, the light coming from the candle made you look ten times prettier tonight.
Well, fuck me.
You catch him staring at you, the taller guy almost cooing at how you seemed to blush at his attention. A shy âwhat?â leaves your lips and Shinichiro shakes his head in response.
âJustâyou look so pretty,â he was being honest. He wasnât trying to scare you away or seem creepy, Shinichiro was just an honest man.
âOh pleaseâhave you seen yourself? Youâre so handsome, it should be illegal!â
âNot gonna lie, I am handsome,â you stare at him in disbelief, before breaking into a laugh.
âWhat? My parents were very beautiful people,â
âOh, Iâm not saying otherwise. It just caught me off guard,â you giggled, grabbing your fork to eat your spaghetti.
âPlus, I look like my mom. Itâs my biggest flex,â you notice how he smiles when he mentions his mom, and realize that he used the past tense when referring to his parents. Should you ask him about them or not?
âWere they nice people?â you were thankful that he caught on who you were referring to, and gave you a nod.
âThe best.â
--
Dinner went on very smoothly with you two chatting here and there. There seemed to be no hole in your conversations, and when it suddenly got quiet, youâd immediately fill it with a new topic. Talking to him was just so fun.
He helps you clean the dishes (despite you saying he doesnât have to) and you learn from standing next to him without your shoes on that he was a rather tall man. His stature was incredibly attractive even with a hoodie on, and he seemed to love dancing while washing the dishes.
âOh did I tell you I have a niece?â you gasp at the revelation, almost dropping the board game he brought with him.
âYou do? Show me!â he immediately whips out his phone and shows you the folder he has dedicated to pictures of him and his niece. He has approximately 500 pictures of her and sheâs the sweetest girl ever.
She looks exactly like him, you almost think that heâs lying to you about being her uncle. You can definitely tell that she got her blond hair from her mom (you passed by a few pictures of the little girl with her parents), but she definitely looked like uncleâs favorite girl.
He tells you about her, how she brought some joy to his life a year ago when she was born. You listen to him and admire how his eyes are full of love when speaking of herâthis man was the greenest flag youâve ever met.
âIâd love for you to meet her, yâknow if we see each other again,â he hesitates as he says the last sentence, but your hand is immediately wrapped around his arm before you squeeze it reassuringly.
âI would love to meet her,â even if you didnât explicitly say it, you were hinting that you were looking forward to your next date together. Lucky Shinichiro.
The rest of the night is filled with laughter as you try all the board games he brought with him. Even when you got bored and decided to do something else, the man was down for whatever as long as it meant making you smile and giggle until your stomach was hurting. He loved how you seemed to encourage him whenever he doubted himself, he also noticed that your hand would always land on his back in reassurance when he lost (mostly to tease him, but you still loved feeling his muscular back through the fabric of his hoodie).
It was around 11:30PM when Shin finally decided it was time to head back home, and he had to fight the urge to kiss your lips when you sulked at the realization that it was time for him to leave.
âMan, that was too fast,â you complain as you both walk towards the door, and he chuckles at how whiny you suddenly got.
âHey, itâs not like we wonât see each other again, yeah?â his hand landed on your back to reassure you the same way you did when he lost, and he noticed how you seemed to melt at his touch.
âYeah,â you reply in a small voice, shy and suddenly too aware of your loud heartbeat.
Was he going to give you a hug? Kiss you? You were honestly hoping for a kiss, maybe a quick peck?
You were thinking too much.
âThank you for tonight, I really had so much fun with you,â his hand rested at your shoulder, and you almost melted when he squeezed it. His hand was big and warm, you couldnât stop thinking of how nice it would feel if you held it, kissed the skin or maybe traced the scars on it.
âI had so much fun too,â you reply, your hand instinctively wrapping itself around his wrist. Your thumb caresses the skin there, and while your heart was telling you that this was the right thing to do, your brain was scolding you for being so forward.
Shinichiro could swear that his heart was about to come out of his throat when your hand wrapped around his wrist. Your warm touch and caring nature had the man feeling dizzy, blushing once again like heâs never felt a womanâs touch before.
âGoodnight,â he pulls you towards him to hug you, grabbing both your arms to wrap them around his waist. This doesnât necessarily catch you off guard since your brain had been screaming at you to wait for him to do something.
âGoodnight Shinichiro,â your head rests on his chest, a smile adorning your lips. You pull away from the hug a few seconds later, and wait for him to put on his shoes before opening the door for him.
âText me when you get home,â you say in a low voice, trying not to disturb the neighbors and he nods.
âI will, bye!â
âBye!â you wave at him, watching his back as he slowly walks away from your apartment. You close the door and stand there for a moment, trying to recollect your thoughts. This was by far one of the best first dates youâve been on. Not only was Shinichiro such a sweetheart, but you had so much fun with him. You felt like you could hang out with him forever, you couldnât wait for your next date togetherâfuck, perhaps you were rushing things? Maybe he wanted to wait a couple of days before calling you again, or maybe he wonât call you at allâ
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Your heart stills at the sound, you almost grab your phone to call the police. But something tells you to open the door anyway, and when you do, two warm hands are grabbing your face and pulling you out of your apartment.
Shinichiro?
âWhat are youââ
âI wanna kiss youâcan I kiss you?â he looks out of breath and his cheeks are pink. Youâre not sure if itâs because of the fact that he ran, or if he was flustered. But either way, your cheeks are the same color as his when you hear his request.
âKiss me, please.â
That was all what he needed to hear before pressing his lips against yours. His lips are warm and soft, and he kisses you so passionately that you can feel your head spinning. Your hands are balled up in fists, tightly holding onto the fabric of his hoodie to keep him closer to you. Shinichiroâs bigger frame is obvious when he kisses you, his entire form leans over you and it makes you blush even more.
Your lips move together for a few more moments before youâre both pulling away, the taller male still pressing kisses all over your face before pecking you on the lips one last time.
âGoodnight,â he says one last time, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips before walking away from your apartment.
You close the door once again, and for a moment you feel like a main character in a romance drama. You lean your weight against the wall and feel your burning cheeks with your hands.
âOh⌠my god,â
Shinichiro was going to be all you could think of for the next few days.
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After your first date together, you and Shinichiro went on four more dates. Each one had a different vibe to it; at the fair, at a cafĂŠ, another date at your place and the most recent one was a cute lunch date at his bike shop. He fixed your friendâs bike but you also preferred being alone with him rather than outside with a crowd of people. Not that you didnât appreciate the dates at the fair and the cafĂŠ, you were still feeling giddy from knowing each other, and so it felt more intimate to spend time together like this.
Shinichiro hadnât asked you to be his girlfriend yet, and you were more than okay with it. You could tell he was waiting for the right moment to do it, it was adorable. There were times where it would get quiet between you two and you would find him staring at you so lovingly, it made your heart stutter in your chest.
He was about to come pick you up from your place very soon, and you remember him telling you to wear something comfortable which intrigued you. Where was he taking you exactly?
Soon after, you heard familiar three knocks at your door and almost jumped from the couch. You were so excited to see him, the part of your brain that usually embarrassed you for being so excited for a date was buried somewhereâthis was Shinichiro, the same man who hugged and kissed you so passionately on your first date, held your hand at the fair and pecked your lips after winning a teddy bear for you. He got you food when you told him you were too tired to cook, and cleaned your kitchen despite you telling him he didnât have to.
And he still hasnât asked you to be his girlfriend yet.
You brushed off the negativity aside, trying to tell yourself that the pit in your stomach was from excitement and not disappointment. Heâs been so good to you, just because he was taking too long to make things official didnât mean he was playing you.
You hoped.
You open the door and is greeted with a good looking Shinichiro. It was dark outside, it was 9PM and so the street light made him look extra attractive.
He always looked good, but this timeâwow. He was wearing a leather jacket with some jeans and a white shirt, and he had his helmet in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other. You tried your best not to blush at the sight of his hair slicked back, but you were so used to turning red in his presence that you just let it happen.
âWell hello there handsome,â you try to tease him, hoping that it makes your blush die down and give you a hint of confidence, but it withers away so fast when he places his helmet on the floor and pulls you into a hug. He smells so fucking good, it should be unfair.
âHi pretty, ready for our date?â He pulls away from the hug to stare at your outfit and hums when he sees that youâre wearing shorts and a cardigan. âYou look adorable.â He leans in and presses a kiss to your red cheek, and chuckles when you look down shyly.
âThank you,â
âStill shy?â He teases, handing you the bouquet which you hold carefully.
âShut up, itâs not my fault,â you walk back inside your place and Shinichiro waits for you by the door with his helmet. You put the bouquet of flowers in a vase and fill it with water before putting it on your table. This way, it always felt like a part of him was around you.
âItâs cute,â he flashes you a smile and you have to look away to try to calm your nerves. Making you feel this nervous should be illegal. Did he cast some spell on you?
âAnyway big boy, where are we going?â you walk out of your apartment and close the door, and when you turn around to face the taller guy, he places his helmet on your head and helps adjusting it so that it doesnât fall off.
âIâm taking you somewhere, do you trust me?â He points at his motorcycle waiting for you both in front of your building and your lips part in awe. He was taking you for a ride on his most treasured possession?
âI do,â he sees that youâre in deep thought and squeezes your shoulder.
âThen letâs go.â
He gets on top of his bike and helps you sit behind him, and at first you hesitate on where to put your handsâuntil you feel him wrap your arms around his waist and tug you to press your chest on his back.
âHold on tight, okay?â You could swear he was doing it on purpose, but you donât think much of it when heâs suddenly speeding away from your apartment building.
It takes you ten minutes to get to your destination, with Shinichiro showing off his skills and laughing when you scream in horror when you get too close to car. You never thought that he would drive soâŚrecklessly, but it was fun. He parks his motorcycle very close to where you were both standing, facing a small lake that you always passed by when going to work. It had pretty cherry trees, and people always took their dogs out on walks or walked with their partners here.
âI love this place,â you whisper, standing close to Shinichiro who chuckles at your words. He knows, you mentioned it before when you were having lunch together.
âI know, you always stare at it when we drive past it,â
He noticed. You almost coo at this, and stare up at the tall man through your eyelashes. Your arms instinctively wrap around his waist and he pulls you closer to him, resting your head on his chest.
âYou like it?â
âI love it,â you pull away from the hug to rest your chin on his chest, staring up at him with the same eyes that always had the man weak in the knees. His hand caresses the top of your head as he stares down at you, and it slowly slips from the top to the back of your head.
âIf you keep staring at me like that, I might just kiss you,â although there was a hint of sarcasm in his voice, you could tell he was being serious. And who were you to deny a kiss from him?
âKiss me, Shin,â the man doesnât need to be told twice before heâs leaning down to kiss you. You sigh in the kiss, his hands hold your face so gently that it makes you melt into his touch.
When you both pull away, youâre glad that it was dark outside or your faces wouldâve given away how flustered you were. He can still tell from your warm cheeks that you were blushing and leans down to give you a quick peck.
âCan I be your boyfriend?â This man was too much for your heart to handle. You thought he was attractive, well-mannered and a gentlemanâbut this really takes the cake.
Youâre excited, giddy that you could finally make things official with him. Youâve been waiting for this day since your first dateâand it finally happened.
âGladly.â
You and Shinichiro were officially girlfriend and boyfriend.
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Today, you were going to meet Shinichiroâs niece. His sister had asked him if he could babysit her and he agreed, asking her if you could tag along which she agreed to. She wanted to meet you, and you werenât opposed to the idea. Emma seemed very sweet from the many times Shin mentioned her, and so meeting her didnât stress you out that much.
You got to Emma and Drakenâs place at 5PM, they wanted to go on a date (which was well deserved) and so asking Shinichiro to babysit her seemed like the best option since the baby was in love with him. You greet the couple with a smile, and you watch as Emma shows Shinichiro where the bottles and diapers are, and what to do in case she criedâwhich he knew about already. His sister was just anxious, and probably felt a little too guilty to be taking some time away from her little girl.
âHave fun!â
Now it was just you, Shin and the little girl. For a one year old, she sure had a lot of personality. And you think that she definitely got it from her uncle. She giggles at everything he does and loves to sit on his lap, but when she noticed you sitting on the couch, her eyes lit up. She was intrigued, and she rarely ever met a new person.
You werenât a familiar face, but she didnât cry when you asked Shin if you could hold her. She gladly let you take her in your arms and even giggled and buried her face in your chest when you flashed her a small smile. What an angel.
âOh are you getting shy on me?â You stand up from the couch with her in your arms and walk to the kitchen to get her one of the snacks her mother had prepared for her. You held her in one arm while the free one grabbed her chair to sit her there.
Shinichiro watched the scene unfold and could feel his body tense up. Whatever it was that had him feeling this⌠dizzy, he needed to brush it off. You were so good with his niece, so gentle and caringâyou talked to her with so much tender and his niece seemed to love you; a complete stranger she just met. You treated her like she was your own baby, changed her diaper and helped getting her to bed, you even gave her a bath and Shinichiro could only imagine what it would be like to have a baby with you.
Watching you walk around your shared apartment with a belly full of his baby, so sore and whiny. You would cuddle up against him and he would feel the baby kick, you would place his hand on your stomach and he would caress the skin lovingly. You would be so needy and horny, grinding against his thigh and he would help youâhis pretty little wife, bringing you to an earth shattering orgasmâ
Shit, he was getting hard.
He was so relieved when Emma and Draken came back, their daughter was fast asleep and you both were cuddling on the couch. He didnât realize how rushed his goodbyes were until he felt you tagging at his sleeve in front of the car.
âShin? Are you okay?â You were worried, his pretty angel so concerned for him, so unaware that the thought of breeding you was all over his mind. He didnât want to scare you away, but he thought since youâve already made it official and made out a couple of times, he could tell you what was on his mind.
âCan you come over?â
âTo your place?â You tilt your head to the side and Shinichiro nods.
âSpend the night, I need you.â
He needs you.
You felt yourself get dizzy at his words, lips parted in shock. You werenât taken aback by the fact that he was horny for you, but saying it out loud and sounding soâŚdesperate, you could feel your panties getting embarrassingly wet.
âIâll give you my hoodie, I can go to your place and get you some clothes I justââ He knew he was rambling, but he didnât want you to think that he only cared about his pleasure, not when he knew the night was going to be all about you.
âShin,â you cut him off, and the man stares down at you. âI need you too, please,â
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Once at Shinichiroâs place, you didnât have time to take off your jacket before he was pushing you up against the wall and kissing you so feverishly. You donât know what set him off, but you werenât opposed to it. His hands were helping you rid yourself of your jacket before slipping behind your thighs to grip the skin.
He pulls away from the kiss and presses his forehead against yours, panting and already so out of breath.
âIf you feel uncomfortable or want me to stop, tap my arm, okay?â
So cute. Your response was a moan before you were kissing him again, this time trying to deepen it more than before. Shin taps your butt and asks you to jump, and when you do he wraps your legs around his waist and starts heading towards his bedroom. He kisses you like he means it, and unlike other kisses youâve shared before, this one has a hint of lust to itâit tastes different; needy, demanding, and you melt into it like butter.
You expect his room to be a little messy, but youâre pleasantly surprised when you see how tidy it is. It smelled of sandalwood and his perfume, bed neatly made. He throws you on top of it like you weigh nothing, and is immediately on top of you after stripping himself of his own jacket. He gets back to kissing you, this time youâre aware of whatâs pressing against your thigh and you donât mind at allâinstead, youâre pushing him away from you to sit up on your elbows.
âAre youââ
âShut up and help me take off my shirt,â Shinâs lips are sealed shut at your words, then heâs doing as told. He helps you take off your shirt and grunts at the sight of you in your bra. Your tits looked gorgeous. He leans down and presses a kiss to the skin below your collarbone, hands sliding up to your shorts to pull them down in on fast movement and you squeal.
âShin!â
âYou donât mind me getting a little taste first, right?â A blush spreads across your cheeks but you shake your head almost frantically at his words. You wiggle yourself out of your shorts, giving him a little show by letting them hang to your ankle for a moment before throwing them somewhere in his room. You giggle when he leans in and presses a kiss to your calf, but it turns into a moan when he licks all the way up to your inner thigh.
âYou wanna tease me, is that it?â His mouth leaves wet kisses all over your inner thighs, before finally getting to your panties. He is shameless as he takes a whiff of your arousal through the damp fabric, and you almost kick him away because of how embarrassing it looks.
âYou smellâfucking heavenly, â he practically moans out the last part, and it makes a shy sound erupt from the back of your throat, looking away from him. But heâs having none of thatânot tonight. He wanted you to look him dead in the eyes as he fucked every thought out of your head, wanted to feel you clamp around his dick as he brought you to a mind spinning orgasm.
You gasp when you feel him remove your panties in one swift motion, not even stuttering and hesitating as he balls them up and puts them in his pocket. You couldnât even ask him what he was going to do with them before he was leaning down and spreading your pussy lips with a breathy moan. He looked so gone and he hasnât even touched you yet, the sight of him looking so in love with your pussy made your clit throbâwhich made him audibly grunt.
âYouâre a treat,â you donât respond verballyâyou canât since he immediately wraps his lips around your clit and sucks. You inhale sharply at the contact, back arching and jaw going slack when he proceeds to pull away and flatten his tongue on the sensitive bud. Your eyes are rolled to the back of your head when he repeats the same movementsâsucks, pulls away, kisses and then licks. It seems like a simple formula, and you can feel yourself getting louder and wetter but you have no care in the world. Heâs eating you out so good, heâs showing no signs of stopping and you donât want him to. Plus, whatever turned him on tonight mustâve made him feral if he was all over you like a mad man.
âShinâoh fuck, oh baby,â youâre out of breath, your hands are flailing around trying to find where to grip. Until you feel the man between your legs grab your hand and placed them on top of his head. He wanted you to pull his hair, Jesus fuck.
You donât have time to think properly, not that you can. Youâre pulling at Shinichiroâs hair, hips bucking and stuttering with every strong lick on your clit. Your body is arching off the bed, and you sit up with a huff. Shinichiro can tell youâre about to cum when he pushed your body back down and slides in two fingers at a time. He looks up and has to hold himself back from cumming in his pants when he sees the blissed out look on your faceâglossy eyes, bruised lips and red cheeks. You were a sight to see.
He helps you reach your orgasm with fast thrusts of his fingers, kissing the inner of your thigh and humming quietly about how well you were doing for him, how you were going to take his dick like a champ, how he canât wait to stuff your cunt full of him andâ
âFuck!â You cry out, your body stuttering and shuddering as you finally get to cum. You ride out your orgasm by grinding your hips to the same rhythm as Shinichiroâs thrusts, and you whine at him when you can feel him kiss your clit, praising you for doing so well for him.
âMy pretty girl, my gorgeous girlâyou did so well,â he whispers and kisses your stomach, and you look down at him with lustful eyes and a fucked out expression, which he chuckles at.
Your eyes follow his every move as he gets up from between your legs and walks to his nightstand. He opens a drawer and grabs a condom, and you almost whine at him for that.
âAh, baby. We gotta be careful,â he soothes you with a hand on your cheek, his thumb tracing circles on the skin before traveling down to your lips. He feels like a mad man when you open your mouth and take his thumb in, swirling your tongue around before gently biting it. What a fucking tease.
âNext time, you can do that to my cock, yeah?â He whispers to you and you nod, but your eyes are wide and blown out with lust as you stare down at the visible bulge in his pants. He chuckles at your stare, and gives you a little show as he takes off his shirtâflaunting the body that he has even if it wasnât the fittest, he was proud of it.
Then heâs wiggling out of his pants, and grins when you reach your hand towards his boxers to palm his hard-on. He grabs your wrist and shakes his head, leaning down to press a kiss to the back of your hand.
âI said next time, hm?â
You donât have time to pout about it before heâs taking off his boxersâand holy shit. He had your mouth watering, but your heart stutters and jumps in your chest at the thought of such a heavy cock inside of you. Shin watches as your expression changes and he chuckles, his cheeks reddening a little. For a man who was so full of confidence a few moments ago, seeing you look so in love with his cock made him feel a little proud.
âNext time when you go on the pill, Iâll fill you up so good,â he rips the condom with his mouth and swiftly places it on his dick, he watches as you eagerly spread your legs to welcome him between them and you nod at his words, even though youâre mainly focused on his cock.
âYeah? Youâd like that?â he lines up the tip with your entrance and you nod desperately, feeling yourself get even more turned on. âYouâd like me to cum inside you, watch it leak out of you when we go for rounds?â
Youâre a moaning mess by the time he slips it inside. You cling to his shoulders, face scrunched up in pleasure when youâre able to feel the sheer size of him inside you. Holy shit.
âYeah baby, you wonât even have to work for it,â he adds, sounding out of breath. He pushes your legs up and shamelessly stares at how youâre taking his dickâyour pussy swallows him back every time he tries to pull out, almost begs him to keep fucking you.
âGonna give my pretty girl exactly what she wantsâshit, gonna fuck her full of my cum,â your tummy is alive with butterflies at his words, and you stare up at the man who looks so focused on your pussy. Feeling your stare, Shinichiro locks eyes with you and chuckles. Heâs all sweaty and fucked out himself, and the smile he flashes you when he starts to drill his cock into you is devilish.
He knew what he was doing, and you werenât complaining about it. Your body feels on fire with every drive of is hips, fingernails digging into the skin of his back when he reaches that one spongy spot in your wallsâyou squeal, hands traveling down almost to push his hips away and thatâs when he knows he found it and fuckâhe starts to bully it.
Youâre a sobbing mess, begging for absolutely nothing in particular but you keep chanting âplease, please, pleaseâ repeatedly, and Shincihiro has to lean down and kiss you. He soothes you with his lips, a heavy contrast to his mean thrusts. Heâs fucking every thought out of your brain, and by the time youâre even able to come up with a coherent sentence, he pushes a single leg up on his shouldersâand your entire body seizes up.
Youâre cumming hard around him, your jaw has gone slack and Shinichiro doesnât stop. The bed shakes with every harsh thrust, and by the time youâre able to breathe again, youâre letting out a small scream at the intensity of your orgasm.
âAtta girlâfuuuuck, gonna make me cum,â he whines out the last part, his hands pinning your hips down to the mattress. You cry out from overstimulation, your pussy aching for him to slow down.
âJust a bit more baby, just a littleââ It only takes a few strokes for him to empty himself in the condom, reaching down to rest his forehead on your shoulder. Youâre both a sweaty, panting mess, clinging onto each other as though you were one anotherâs life line. And even through heavy breaths, you kiss Shinichiroâs cheek, giggling when you see him smile.
âAre you okay?â He kisses your shoulder lovingly, letting his lips travel up to your neck where he feels you hum. You look down at him, letting your fingers brush the sweaty strands out of his face.
âNever been better,â Shinichiro grins at this, and he fixes himself until heâs able to kiss you properly on the lips. He makes it short and sweet, trying his best not to get carried away again because he knew you were definitely sore.
âCome on, you gotta get up and pee, darling.â
âAnd shower⌠I feel so sticky,â you make a face at the word sticky and the man above you chuckles at this.
âI like you like this, you smell like me.â
âShin!â
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service subs! who struggle to communicate just exactly how much they love and appreciate you, so they turn to the next best thing: serving you. who love to do the basic tasks for you â cleaning, cooking, chores around the house, and even the most simple things like putting on your shoes or fixing your work clothes. who like to make decisions for the both of you when in public. where to eat next, paying for you, and planning out vacations and trips. but of course, they do always expect a reward by the end of the night. blinking at you until you acknowledge how well they have done because, in their head, they are borderline screaming: look how clean the house is! look, I made your favorite meal! look at the nice event I planned for you! and of course, you praise them for how well they did, because every time it shocks you from how good they treat you. service subs! who live for your sweet words and hold a wobbly grin whenever you acknowledge their hard work, blushing and looking away but ecstatic.
service subs! who, privately, get off to the idea of being something less than you. to be at your mercy and willingly take on any command in a heartbeat. who enjoy kneeling in front of you more than anything and will stay there for hours if you asked them to. their thoughts are constantly on how to make you feel good, how to please and pleasure you completely. and it's quite cute, considering the second you touch them, they seem to light up because how were they so lucky to have your fingertips grazing their body? service subs! who would do borderline anything just to make you happy.
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and of course, on the other end, pampered subs! love it when you do everything for them. order for them in public, pick out their clothing for the day, and secretly enjoy having a strict schedule that they have to abide by. who trust you enough for you to look out for them, and not have to think about the stresses of life with you. it was easier like that, and besides, you would never lead them astray. to stick by your side and wait, like a good sub, while you figure out the next course of action for the two of you. who finds themselves turning to you when someone asks them a question as if to ask, is this alright? can I go out with them? what do you think? but of course, they would never tell anyone that you make the decisions for the two of you because they do have their pride to hold up, or at least that's what they dramatically complain to you about.
pampered subs! who don't mind at all when you focus on them the entire time in bed. who live for the attention and soak up every touch. who even begin to act spoiled from time to time, getting peeved when you even mention someone else or your hands drift away for too long. who let out whiny complaints and dramatic demands that you can't help but obey. because how could you not? they are too cute not to please and spoil. who love the sickly sweet nicknames you give them that make them feel like they are some sort of toy or doll to you. but that just makes them feel even more special, to be your toy, your favorite doll. and besides, if you wanted to control them completely, they wouldn't mind one bit <3
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This is Monster Labs AU Caine in a nutshell
I made this in less than 3 hours, have mercy
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No escape (Dark! Natasha Romanoff x reader x dark! Steve Rogers)
Summary: Natasha and Steve found a common interest, and that is you. But then you say things like you want to break up, and then escape. So, of course they take you back, and then make sure you understand the hardest way you can't really leave them.
Warnings: past non-con, physical and psychological abuse, manipulation, Natasha is a warning herself, kidnapping, drugging, future non-con implied, dark thought on reader. This is a dark story with dark themes, so minors are NOT ALLOWED, only +18. I don't own these characters.
Note: okay so, I kinda have a little thought about turning this into a serie or at least make part 2. What do you think? Anyway, any comment, like or reblog is truly appreciated. <3 Requests are open!
She didn't know what was going through her mind. It was something crazy what she had just done, and yet Natasha continued to drive towards her desolate destination while your helpless and drugged body was in the back of the seats. She had to admit, she had always been determined and rigid in her decisions, but even she wavered sometimes. Especially when it came to you. But you were so stubborn, what was she supposed to do?
You had left her. You had left her and Steve. She still remembered the conversation from days ago.
"I want to break up."
They were extremely simple words, but coming out of your mouth they were truly surreal. Natasha focused directly on you with an expressionless look, while Steve was already getting more nervous as he started to walk towards you. Natasha had always been the one who talked less than Steve: she was the one more inclined to inflict punishments and make you cry, Steve agreed with her but only when necessary.
If it were up to Natasha, you would have been locked up in that New York apartment at all hours and without the possibility of leaving. She remembered how your relationship was at the beginning: you, Steve and her. It had been born spontaneously, or rather, well, Natasha had perhaps manipulated more than a few things to ensure that the three of you ended up together and that Steve would give her more support when it came to having a firm hand on you.
If only she had had her way, those stupid words would never have come out of your mouth. Steve immediately asked the reasons and Natasha made a face of contempt at you. No, she was not willing to get into that conversation, because there was nothing to discuss: you would not have moved from there, far from them. She had to remind you that, even before Steve, Natasha had seen you for the first time. You were hers. Then the blond noticed you and Natasha didn't mind sharing with him, also because she knew she needed help in the early days because she knew we would get to this point without the right discipline.
"I don't feel good in this relationship anymore, I want⌠I want the life I had before." Natasha understood how uncertain you were when talking and did what she knew how to do best: manipulate you. She had manipulated you in every way, listing every single thing they had done for you, how well they treated you not only during your daily routine, but also during the nights you spent alone before.
That day she remembered that made you cry a lot, from humiliation. You felt humiliated deep down and somehow you knew that Natasha and Steve were wrong, but your body didn't have the strength to pull back from the long session of suffocating cuddles they forced you to after that argument.
Natasha remembered all of that vividly. Yet, her manipulation, her ways, even her kindness and mercy towards you hadnât been enough to keep you confined in that apartment. Somehow that adorable head of yours had managed to find a way to escape from them. Steve was the first to discover it, and he felt mostly concern, followed by sadness and anger. Natasha knew Steve: he was a good guy, but if you pressed the right spots he became exactly like her. And Natasha didnât need the Steve who was kind and adorable to you, she needed the other Steve, the same one you had dealt with one night when you had decided to reject them both in bed and insulted them. You had suffered some bruises and a bad headache, but Natasha remembered how well you had behaved in the days that followed.
Natashaâs mind suddenly cleared. She had done the right thing, she had followed you to that bar and drugged your soft drink, she had finally dragged you away without your dumb friends noticing anything. Oh, she would fix them later, but first she needed to teach you a lesson. She sneered wickedly. She just had to press that button. So, she called Steve. The infamous captain didn't take long to answer, looking all worried.
"Steve, I got her back. I'm taking her to our plan b, that place you know about." Natasha didn't even give him time to speak and continued in a stiff, angry voice. "Do you know where she was? She wasn't in danger. She was with her friends, in a bar and dressed in a shabby way. She had a man on her and she was completely ready for his attentions, you have no idea how she was dancing. She dressed like we always forbade her to, she drank and accepted a bag of⌠I don't know, but I took her out of there. I did the right thing, didn't I, Steve?"
Natasha didn't need an answer. She had actually lied: you weren't doing any of that, you were just talking to your friends and when a man approached you you politely rejected him like the beautiful little girl you are.
But Natasha had to make you understand that there were consequences if you ran away from them, and Steve would never guarantee those consequences unless she said the things he hated the most.
Natasha thought you were cute in those short, skimpy dresses, it just made her want to rip them off, Steve preferred a more conservative part. Natasha hated it when anyone else paid attention to you, Steve did the same. Natasha liked you when you were drunk because you couldn't remember what she did to you during that time, Steve⌠well, he might be lying but he actually liked you too, even if with more guilt.
"I'm coming." Steve didn't give Natasha time to say anything else, he had already hung up. The red-haired woman looked at your poor, still helpless and unaware figure in the mirror. You had no idea what was waiting for you but Natasha did, and she was going to savor every second of it. You'll never leave her again, she'll make sure of it.
#dark marvel#dark avengers#dark steve rogers#dark natasha romanoff#dark! steve rogers x reader#dark! natasha romanoff x reader#dark! natasha x reader#dark! steve x reader#dark! steve rogers x reader x dark natasha romanoff#dark black widow x reader#dark steve x reader
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clemmie headcanons !!!
according to cole, their laugh sounds like bells
tends to get very very cold very easily
^^ always has cold hands
friend of all bugs
used to do ballet, still dabbles in it sometimes
doesn't like their hair being touched, unless it's by cole or perrine. perrine bc they trust them, and cole bc they're very tender-handed, and knows how to be careful and gentle
loves loves loves sweets !!! esp pastries
loves humming to cole's guitalele
very close friends w/ perrine, tends to confide in them abt cole
doesn't cry easily, but will start sobbing if cole accidently hurts their feelings :[
tends to be a bit bratty due to their childhood, and being raised in a very rich household
'speaks to the wind' and 'sings to the mountains'
big fan of bows, ruffles, lace, bells, etc <3
is insanely flexible
always smells like wildflowers
^^ speaking of which, loves flowers- esp getting to braid cole's hair with them / tucking them into cole's shirts ( says it makes them look handsome <3 )
^^ they also regularly give cole flowers they think look pretty / neat (cole presses and dries them, and then puts them in their notebooks <33)
commonly gets dizzy / faint
paints / decorates cole's guitalele sometimes
loves tea parties. the others don't really like them, but they like clĂŠmmie to be happy, so they participate
collects stuffed animals ( esp ones with big black / brown eyes )
very very neat
occasionally goes nonverbal due to trauma
^^ uses sign language to communicate when this happens
likes to read in their free time, has a small library in their room
total hopeless romantic
often labeled as a 'child prodigy' or 'artistic / musical genius'
hates eating meat. diet is mostly made up of fruit, pasta, cheese, and bread, but they will eat other things if offered ! only dietary restriction is meat
their name, clĂŠmentine, means merciful or gentle :]
first language is french ! they tend to forget some english words, and asks perrine what the word is ( perrine learned french for them <3)
cannot go an hour without chapstick. hates hates hates having dry lips
^^ same goes for lotion. hates having dry skin, so they always carry a small tube with them ( for themselves + the rest of the lark )
loves their nose and smile !!! makes them feel different and pretty :]]
has a very small appetite. usually only finishes one plate, or less than one. offers the rest of their food up, mostly taken by cole or kingsley. kingley will take it without thinking twice, but cole typically hesitates ; "are you okay ? are you sure i can have this ?"
loves loves loves making desserts, esp for cole !
not a morning person. loves their beauty sleep
huge fan of people watching and bird watching
^^ has a huge window on the wall their bed is pushed up against, so they can watch the others (if they're out) or the birds before getting up !
all of their shoes (aside from the ones they usually wear) are mary janes
prefers fem / neu compliments (ex. beautiful, pretty, etc.)
painted / sculpted all of their masks
curls their hair around their fingers when anxious
has extreme hair shrinkage, and when they fully stretch their hair out, it goes down to about their mid back
cole knows origami, and makes clĂŠmmie lots of little origami animals
daydreams a lot
gives out kisses / affection to the rest of the lark. lots of forehead / cheek / hand kisses + cuddles to everyone who wants em
is 4'11, 5'0 with their shoes on.
affectionate headbutts.
caution ; slight angst below !!
is used to being dehumanized / treated like an object due to their parents and childhood
^^ father generally treated them as a muse for his dolls, as well as treating them similarly to a doll ( dressing them up in lace / ruffles / bows / etc., and being extremely paranoid about clĂŠmmie's 'fragility' )
mother always put them on a pedestal and showed them off, as well as making efforts to keep clĂŠmmie quiet ( essentially making sure they knew that they didn't have their own feelings / thoughts )
doesn't like the words 'ladybug,' 'bumblebee,' or 'butterfly' as nicknames, esp when referring to them. all three are nicknames their dad had for them :[
^^ on a similar note, doesn't like being compared to dolls. (ex. 'you're pretty as a doll', referring to them as 'doll,' etc.)
more may be added later (might be in a reblog, might be just editing this post ! <3)
. * ° đ đŞ đž ° * .
!! before commenting / tagging on this post, please know that clĂŠmentine uses neutral pronouns, and she / her or he / him pronouns are not appreciated when referring to them !! :[
#cole yaelokre#colentine#harpy hare#hayfields#meadowlark#yaelokre#perrine meadowlark#cole meadowlark#kingsley meadowlark#clementine meadowlark#clementine yaelokre#kingsley yaelokre#perrine yaelokre#yaelokre clementine#yaelokre cole#yaelokre kingsley#yaelokre perrine#keath osk
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From barf bag to pity party
The whole 'Kick in the hornets' nest' involuntary series was started by this Anon, received by the de facto leader of the Disgruntled Tumblrettes yesterday evening (in Europe):
The next morning, another Anon chimed in, on the same page, with what prompted the First Kick: S has a child with 'a woman', but God forbid, not with C đ¤Łđ¤Łđ¤Ł.
And then, one of their group felt the need (then the clearly irritated urge) to come back and comment on the above Anon. No less than 5 (five!) long and plethoric comments were written, prompting my Second and Third Kicks - as you all know, the woman practically begged for them.
I feel it's time to show some mercy and draw the line here.
This blog is read (and trusted) by many. Comments were received. Very interesting, matter-of-fact submissions, to say the least. You know: FACTS (đ¤Łđ¤Łđ¤Ł). People who have rich and full and loving lives, people who travel. People who don't even agree on many things, yet spontaneously concurred on what things very probably looked like, on that Palm Sunday morning.
Exhibit 1: Mom and Traveler #1 (a mom I am not - but I was a child, unbelievable as it might sound, and I absolutely confirm every single bit of it)
I am not yet ridden with dementia, and I remember very well waking everyone up at ungodly hours and refusing my mandatory afternoon siesta (a very bad habit we have in Southern Europe). I wish I would still have that same insane energy now. I also wish I would have kept my 3 year old fashion model food quirks - but that is another story.
However, I am a dog slave (not owner) and as such, I am taking Baby out for his short (but excruciating) morning routine at 7:30 AM. Come rain or shine. Beg him to finish his business with grace and dignity. He never listens. Labs are a charming, addictive handful and my Greek boy is no exception:
Exhibit 2: Mom and Traveler #2. Who happened to be in GLA on Palm Sunday, March 24, 2024 (for the thick people at the back!):
All that trip was abundantly documented on her own page. I am reasonably sure she might be reblogging this with her own pics from that day.
And now, for the real questions at stake:
Why make such an unbelievable fuss over an Anon with no pic, that I was reluctant to publish myself?
Why have a cosmic meltdown, in public nonetheless, if you do think this is such a pile of unbelievable nonsense crap? (*imagine the freakout in DMs, if this made the headlines!)
How many times has/have S (or C, or SC) been seen by Antis in GLA in similar postures, without a word being uttered in public?
Why would such an occurrence be An Event, outside of this (help me, I have no words) fandom?
Why insist with your crappy arguments, when it is plain to see you have got all your facts dreadfully wrong?
Why mention 'central Glasgow', when it is public lore (and included in Waypoints!) that S does not live there anymore? (* I blacked out the exact reference, which makes total sense - the least thing I would like to see happening is freaks like you stalking them)
One last time, you insist - comments 6 and 7 (wow, girl!):
First comment is a lie and if you read my Anon (and you know you all did and discussed it to oblivion) you'll have also read this:
Which part of 'he didn't approach' you don't get, in plain English, madam? I am lousy at drawing, but hey - for the cause (open in separate page, questionable humor included):
Second comment, I won't even get into it. God only knows what the hell you meant. I am Romanian and we tend to be a very sarcastic bunch - especially the Southerners.
You posted those at about 2:45 AM, local time (if you are, indeed, a Scot). That's 4:45 AM my time.
I am a lifelong sufferer of insomnia. You, madam, you are mad wae it, as they say in Glasgow.
Don't drink and post, seriously. It makes for a very #sorry hangover show.
And with this, I am done with you. All of you, in that corner. You showed me more than enough. You know there is substance to that Anon, despite the lack of a picture - hence the collective freakout.
From barf bag to pity party. Who knew?
[Later edit:] re-reading the sixth comment, I think she wants to imply it was the 'other child' - I was literally blind with sleep when I first saw it. Well, there is no evidence of whatever she is trying to explain (has she contacted The Climber? between midnight and 2 AM, local time?). Also, a 5 year old child is not a toddler anymore: kids are considered toddlers up to 3, only. That boy, as we all know (and I am sorry we do), has dark hair - where is the resemblance Anon noticed?
Desperate, grasping at straws, lying through her teeth and mad wae it, all the way.
@pamalissou, thanks for bringing us a third mom's POV in your reblog.
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Satisfaction
Summary: Wanda really likes to take care of you. Even when you whine, pout, and insist on escaping her grasp. She knows how to put you back in your place.
Warnings: Smut, vaginal fingering, coercion, subspace technically, soft!dom!milf!wanda, sub! reader, no gendered terms
Author's note: First fic of the year!!! Go Me!!! Also, this is related to the milf Wanda Christmas fic but it's mostly because I'm obsessed with that dynamic so you don't have to read that to enjoy this!
Wanda never expected to enter the new year dating her next-door neighbor, but she was happy to say it. Spending Christmas and New Year's Eve with you was wonderful. You looked cute playing with the twins and the camera she bought you. You were already perfect and now you were perfectly hers. Everything was unbelievably great. Then, reality came along and tried bursting her bubble.Â
At a staggering 5:30 in the morning, Wanda's peaceful sleep was disturbed by a bearing alarm that she certainly didn't set.Â
"Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches, I slam in the back of my Dragula"
The alarm was so loud that it had practically thrown Wanda out of sleep, but you merely stirred awake. Despite the hangover you should've had, you quickly hopped out of bed. Wanda was just a little bit faster than you. She pulled you back down to bed without thought and wrapped her arms around you. "And what has my favorite photographer in the whole wide world up so early?"Â A few kisses to your cheek and forehead was all it took for you to lay back down. "I'll make breakfast later. Let's just get a few more hours, okay?Â
Wanda's raspy voice and affection almost pulled you back into the land of dreams, but you were on a schedule. "I'm sorry, I promise to be on the first schedule for the new year. I can't be late." Rejecting Wanda had always made you upset, but it hurt more now that she was your girlfriend. It took all your self-control to free yourself from Wanda's addictive warmth. You were shocked when the only protest you received was a disapproving groan and a soft pout. "I won't be gone that long, I promise! Just a 3-hour shift and I'll be back home before you know it." Getting ready was deceptively easy. Wanda had brought some of your things to her house earlier in the week. Though it embarrassed you to admit, leaving Wanda's house just to be less than a mile away was torture. Everything was quietÂ
Then, she attacked. Wanda walked up behind you just as you put your shirt on. Her hands slipped underneath the fabric. Before you could whine, she began attacking your neck with kisses. Smoldering hot teeth had no mercy on your soft skin. One kiss after another until it began to bruise. "I think someone still owes me a couple hundred in kisses," She whispered seductively before nibbling on your earlobe. Her arms wrapped around your body and pulled you back flush against her chest. "Come on, just stay home. Please?"Â
You nearly collapsed on the floor. "Ah, don't do that! I don't have anything to cover them up with!" That information only served to invigorate Wanda. All your joints had turned to jelly, but your girlfriend didn't give up her torture. "It's just a few hours," You mumbled. A gasp escaped your lips as Wanda's finger broke the barrier of your underwear. "Why are you making it so hard to leave," You asked with a heavy whine. Of course, you received no answer as Wanda's hand went straight for the wetness between your legs. Her slender fingers ran up and down your slit. "Fine, fine! I'll stay.
Wanda rewarded your compliance with another kiss. A real one this time. Her tongue invaded your mouth without a second thought. She easily dominated you with her experience and explored it without concern. She'd suck all the disobedience out of you if she could. "Why are you making it so hard for me to take care of you, hm? It's so much easier to give in and let yourself be my precious little baby." Before you could protest, she dragged you back to the bed to continue her assault on your senses. "I'll even call in for you, give me your phone."Â
Wanda was all over you. Her neatly painted nails left heavier streaks of red. Sparkles and cotton filled your head and you thought you were floating. No one had ever made you feel that way before. It was like magic. Your body would only do what Wanda wanted it to. Even if you were embarrassed and wanted to argue you could call in yourself, you reached over to the nightstand and gave it to her anyways.Â
"Thank you, sweetheart," She cooed and rubbed your thighs. Wanda called your boss. When the line clicked, her voice changed completely. "Hi, I hope it isn't any trouble to you but I'm Wanda, Y/N's girlfriend. You see, they haven't been feeling well and I was hoping they could have the day off," The tone she spoke in was a lot more professional compared to the sultry tone she used to drag you back to bed. "It's fine if not, I just don't want to risk someone else getting sick too."
"Oh, no it's perfectly fine! I'm glad someone called me, Y/N will work themselves to death if you don't watch them. Just say we canceled for the day!"Â
The sound of your boss's voice immediately broke the trance and you were overcome with guilt. While your coworkers spent hours putting together documents and planning for the months ahead, you'd be swaddled up and pampered like a baby. That wasn't right. "No, W-" Wanda's fingers slipped into your open mouth and your lips closed around them instinctively. For a moment, they just sat there. Heavy on your tongue and stiff as a board. Then, Wanda began to move them in and out of your mouth. It was embarrassing, but your body seemed to love it.Â
"Oh, thank you so much! I'll make sure they're in tip-top shape for their next shift!" Wanda nodded and hummed in agreement a few more times before hanging up. She pulled her fingers from your mouth with a wet pop and smiled down at you. "Now, are you gonna play nice or do you need some more convincing ?" Her hands moved to pull down your pants and tossed them to the side. She gave you a quick kiss on the cheek when you nodded. "Good, now let's get you into some comfortable clothes."Â
"Thank you," You whispered, unsure what else to say. Your brain would constantly switch back and forth between embarrassment and confusion. Why was Wanda talking to you like that? Was she trying to tease you with the finger thing? Is it okay to be wet after all of that? It didn't matter what the answers to your questions were, you wanted more. Pride be damned. Wanda made you feel good.Â
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Wanda hadn't planned on teasing you so much. She just wanted to keep you taken care of and healthy. It wasn't her fault you'd suddenly become so compliant and mushy. You were just too cute. Walking around the house in nothing but your underwear and her baggy shirt, Wanda couldn't help but claim you. Getting you worked up was so easy. All she had to do was hold you close and whisper sweet nothings in your ear, then you'd be putty in her hands.Â
That didn't mean she'd make it easy for you. If anything, putting you in such a headspace made it infinitely harder. All night you found yourself squirming and even full-on grinding against her trying to relieve the ache between your legs. Yet, it didn't matter to Wanda how obvious your need was. She wanted you to use your words.Â
"Is everything okay? You've been awfully whiny, sweetheart. " Wanda bit back a smile hearing you whine as you rolled over into her lap. "I'm sorry, I don't know what 'hnng' means." She placed her book down on the nightstand and held your hips in place. "I don't know what your huffing means either," She teased. Instead of answering your obvious pleas, she simply raised her eyebrows when you guided her hand to space between her legs. "Awe, do you want me to rub your belly?" She asked in that sickeningly sweet tone she'd been using all day. Wanda kissed your face as she scratched your stomach.
You whined out in frustration but accepted the affection nonetheless. It wasn't fair. All you had to do was say a few words but your brain simply refused to. Your tongue set heavy in your mouth as you continued to whine. Grinding against her was impossible too. Only Wanda could satisfy and she'd happily do it if just asked. After several minutes of dumbly attempting to grind against her lap and whining, you finally spoke. "Touch me, please?"Â
Part of Wanda, one much crueler and sadistic, considered pushing you further. Just to see how desperate she could get you. She decided to play nice. "Awe, baby, why didn't you just ask? I would've helped you hours ago." Her hand slipped underneath your boxers and toyed with your clit. Slow, tight circles sent shivers up your spine and caused more wetness to leak out. "Oh, you're such a messy thing but mo- I promise to help clean you up when we're done."Â
Had you been lucid, you would've caught Wanda's slip-up. You were just too needy to notice. All you could focus on was the burning heat in your stomach begging to come out. You clung to your girlfriend and grinded against her hand. "M-more," You stuttered out. Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head once Wanda finally thrust one of her fingers into you. You weren't a virgin, but no one had ever gone as deep as Wanda did. Just two of her fingers had reduced you to nothing but a pile of whimpers and moans.Â
The small whimpers that came from your mouth were addictive. "That's it, I'm here to make it better. Just let it out." Wanda didn't miss the way your moans seemed needier as she praised you. Her fingers curled against your g spot and she hummed. "You're just the cutest little thing, aren't you?" She spread her fingers apart and enjoyed the way your walls fluttered around them. "One day, I'm going to fill you up with my cock and you're gonna look adorable!"
An image popped into your head. One of you bent over on the bed and fucked senseless by the thick red dildo you weren't supposed to see the first time you did. The thought alone sent you crashing into an orgasm. Your walls spasmed around your girlfriend's fingers until a sticky white substance leaked out of your center. Wanda's fingers continued to pound into you until you could no longer ride out your orgasm. Once you had finally come down from your high, you rolled off of Wanda and plopped down onto the bed.Â
For a moment, there was calm silence. You attempted to regain your breath as Wanda lovingly played with your hair. You leaned into her touch and let her hold you until you could finally speak again.Â
"IâŚI, uh, want to take a bathâŚtogether, please."Â
Wanda kissed your cheek and smiled fondly. "I'll get the water ready. Just relax for a bit."Â
#pvntherz#wanda maximoff#wanda x reader#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda maximoff imagine#wanda fanfic#wanda maximoff smut#milf!wanda
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Make the night a little darker
Genre: Smut, Romance
Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x Reader
Summary: Your boyfriend and you finally leave the work party. That doesnât mean that youâll stop partying.
This was a request btw I hope you like it @sadfragilegirl <3
The laughter inside was still very loud as you left the party. It was undeniable that parties like those pulled at your nerves - especially on your feet. Whoever was the culprit behind the invention of high heels would be doomed if theyâd be at your mercy.
âAre you okay? You look a little tired.â you heard a soft voice, making you turn your head. It was Hongjoong. One of your colleagues, he worked in another department.
You two had met during another party - one with more music and less work being the cause of it.
It had been a one night stand - that turned into him serving you breakfast in bed and giving you a massage as you couldnât walk anymore the day after.
Unfortunately you had forget to exchange phone numbers and you also were too shy to just go back to his apartment. Until you rushed into your new workplace, desperate to get the elevator as you already ran late. You couldnât be late for your first day, could you? It had been quite a surprise when the person holding the door open for you was the same you had slept with a few nights ago.
From than on he had taken you on multiple dates and recently you two decided to make it official.
âIâm alright⌠I donât like work parties much, thatâs it.â You shrugged a little but he just fondly patted your head before he took his jacket off to put it on your shoulders.
Obviously Hongjoong had looked right through your facade, he knew it wasnât only the party. And luckily, he knew exactly what could ease your pain a little.
âCome back to my place. We can walk there in ten minutes and than Iâll give you a little massage.â He offered.
His soft hand touched your cheek again and he made you look at him. You could only stare at him as he gave you his sweetest smile that was reserved for you only.
âSounds like a plan.â You finally agreed.
A huge smile was on his face as he turned around, offering you a piggyback ride. You definitely wouldnât pass on that and so you put your hands around his neck loosely. Hongjoong picked you up, his hours of training with his friend San finally paying off.
It did take him a little until he was home and you did have a bit of pity with him. But you knew if you walked any further your feet would kill you. Besides that he had offered to do that and if you had rejected him or tried to get off now heâd only start a fight claiming you basically called him weak by doing so.
Finally you arrived at his apartment. Your boyfriend placed a soft kiss on your forehead after he had put you down. Than he got on his knees, working to get your feet out of your shoes.
âGod, I told you to wear the flatter shoes..â he complained, as if he had just hurt himself. âBut you always know it betterâŚâ
You decided to leave this without a comment, just sighing as they finally came off.
After some more minutes you two were on his couch, enjoying the awesome view along with a glass of wine while his hands worked to give your calves and feet a quick massage.
It was easy to relax under his touch, especially when he worked your muscles so well. His newest purchase was playing softly in the background - a nice jazz album from an artist that was probably long gone by now. But it was exactly Hongjoongs style and you didnât have any complaints.
âAre you already feeling a little better, my love?â Hongjoong asked softly, placing a kiss on your left knee.
A relieved sigh left your lips and that was enough answer for him. Although - it wouldnât be Hongjoong if he was satisfied with just that. So instead he moved your body easily and now you rested against his chest. His hands began their work again and he began to massage your shoulders. Slowly you felt how all of the weight from the last few weeks melted away just from his touch.
âYou shouldâve become a masseur.â
A light chuckle left his lips and he leaned down to kiss your shoulder softly.
âI donât think so. I wouldnât have met you again otherwise.â
Your eyes stayed closed, but the smile on your lips was enough to satisfy him. Sometimes your reactions meant much more to him than your words and he had learned to read them just way too good.
It was a blessing and a curse.
âYouâre a dork, really.â You finally answered, turning your head to look at him.
âAh, how so?â
âYouâre trying to charm me, you think I donât notice that?â
Now he was the one who didnât respond, only giving you a sly grin and grabbing your chin with his hand.
The intensity of his eyes was enough to make you waver a little, but it wasnât like you really wanted to put up a fight in the first place.
You gulped and couldnât help yourself much as your eyes flickered to his lips for a moment. They looked delicious. Rosy, shiny from the wine and so, so kissable. Quickly you looked back to his eyes but the sparkle in them already told you that he knew.
Hongjoong already knew that your wetness was pooling in your panties and that he had you. Just for you, he decided to play along. How couldnât he? It was so much fun to let you pretend like you didnât crave him just to make you crumble piece by piece.
âYou���re a minx. I am spoiling you and you already think that Iâm trying to seduce you⌠Thatâs taken as an offense.â He pouted, acting as if he was truly offended.
But you didnât miss the way his left hand wandered to your hips, fondly squeezing it.
âDork.â You giggled, leaning back and turning a little so you could press a kiss on the corner of his lips.
âMinx.â He whispered against your lips, his other hand land finding the back of your head so you couldnât escape him.
Not like you wanted that.
Your lips found each other and it started very soft. Both of you knew it would end any but that.
Not like the both of you would mind tho.
For now you enjoyed the sweetness. It made you turn your body, so that you were now sitting on your knees. Your own hands found their way to his shoulders, your lips still on his.
Who needed to breath anyways when he was giving you the sweetest kisses there could be?
Soon his greedy hands began to wander down your body, squeezing and touching your hips before he reached for your butt. It was probably his favorite bodypart from you. He loved how soft it was and he always made sure to appreciate it throughly.
Hongjoong pulled you closer now, making you straddle his lap. Your dress was slowly rising up but you didnât have an ounce of shame in front of Hongjoong. That pervert had kept more than one of your precious panties, you knew that even if he claimed he hadnât seen them.
âFuck⌠Youâre so beautifulâŚâ he praised you, eyes opening and lips parted as he still had to catch his breath after taking yours.
âAh, really? I thought you didnât think I was-â
Your boyfriend interrupted your yapping with a greedy kiss, obviously having enough of your sarcasm.
A whiny moan left your lips when he squeezed your ass at the same time. His hands pulled you against his growing boner, making you feel exactly how beautiful and sexy he thought you were.
Not like you even had time to doubt that at all. Not with the way he worshipped you like a goddess.
âIs this the only way you can shut me up?â You breathed out, lips red and swollen from the kiss.
Your endless teasing was slowly pulling on Hongjoongs patience. But that was exactly the point.
âBabyâŚâ he growled âyouâre doing this on purpose, hm? Acting like a little brat just to rile me up. Just asking for my dick would make it easier for you.â
âBut not for you and that is a problem for me.â
This sentence was the one making him manâs handle you in your back, two of his finger finding their way to your lips, softly tapping in them.
You whined again but opened your mouth for him obediently, letting them slide into your mouth. Slowly he pushed them against your tongue, making you choke a little on them as he put them deeper down your throat. But he knew your limits, so it didnât exactly worry you.
âNot much to say now, hmh, brat?â He chuckled, placing a kiss on your cheek. âJust behave for me and I wonât have to edge you all night, my love.â
He knew he had you when you began to suck on his finger, looking into his dark brown eyes. In this dim light they seemed even darker, especially with the heavy lust for you that was swimming in them.
âThatâs it⌠thatâs a good girl, right? You just need a little reminder sometimes.â Hongjoong cooed at you, making you bite his finger lightly.
With a sigh he pulled his finger out and shuffled down so he was right between your legs.
Your dress didnât leave much to his imagination anymore and he groaned when he looked under your skirt.
âThe red ones? You want to drive me crazy.â He growled, immediately grabbing your thighs and pulling you against his mouth.
Greedily he licked over your clothed cunt, making you shiver a little and whine out. Oh, itâd only be better if he would finally remove the panties. But if you said anything you knew heâd seriously get mad. That wasnât the goal, you just wanted to rile him up a little, make him feral and wild.
You loved when he got like that.
It didnât take long until your boyfriend got too impatient, pulling your panties down clumsily and pocketing them.
âHey, I saw that! I knew you- f-uck! Rude!â You complained as he cut your rant short by stuffing you with two of his fingers and sucking at your clit.
A devilish smirk was on his face and you could only watch as he began to destroy you. His fingers were so nice, thicker than yours and even if not much, they were still a little longer.
Soft moans left your lips as he curled his fingers into your most sensitive spot, making your back arch. He loved how you moaned for him, whether it was his name or just nonsense - he loved both.
Especially when you werenât too far away from your orgasm anymore. That was the best.
âMoan for me, baby. You know I love it.â Hongjoong growled against your lips, now working to replace the faded hickeys on your thighs with new ones.
He loved to do that. While he was mature enough to understand that hickeys in obvious places would embarrass you, his primal side still loves to see at least some part of you marked by him. It was such a natural instinct, he just couldnât resist it.
And you wouldnât complain. It felt amazing when his soft lips were sucking on your soft skin, occasionally he even bit down a little. The way he was tender and rough at the same time was just mind blowing.
Meanwhile his fingers still worked their way into you, and by now he had three fingers in you. Your hot cunt clenched around them as his thumb slid up to your clit. He rubbed right where he knew you liked it.
Your mouth was hanging open and you felt a bit of drool running down your cheek. But you couldnât care less right now.
âFucking hell, baby. You are dripping. Might need a new couch afterwards.â He joked, but it was very much true.
The sweet juice was running down your folds, and Hongjoong would hate for his couch to get stained. So he stopped marking you and began to lick it away. As always, he was greedy doing it. And the texture of his tongue felt even better now that you were stuffed with three of his fingers.
With how you clenched down on him and how you were letting your juices out for him, he knew it wouldnât take long until youâd cum.
Just before your release he pulled away, his tongue darting out to kick some remains of you away from the corner of his mouth.
âN-no! No, Joongie! I just needed a little more!â You cried out, some tears in your eyes now.
Your boyfriend only tutted, grabbing your wrists and holding them up with one hand.
âCalm down. Iâll let you come, but only in my cock. Now spread your legs like the good girl you are and let me fill you up just how you like it.â
He didnât need to say that twice. Your legs were spread and you pulled down your dress a bit so he could see your chest as well.
His right hand was lifted and he began to play with your tit, massaging it and pulling on the nipple a bit. Than he wiped your juices from his hand off on them and gently slapped your tit.
Finally he reached for his belt, opening it quickly before he opened his pants and pulled them down.
âThatâs a good girl⌠fuck, yeahâŚ.â He mumbled, thick cock now out and obviously rock hard already. Lazily he pumped it a few times before he slowly tapped it against your entrance.
The action made you clench around nothing in anticipation. It was so mean to tease you like this - and he knew it.
âHongjoong, fuck if you donât-â
âIf I donât what?â He asked, raising an eyebrow and now rubbing his tip over your soaked folds. It felt so nice and hot and honestly, he could probably cum just like that if he didnât hold back.
âWe both know you canât do shit, just take whatever I chose to give you.â
A soft whine left your lips when he finally pushed into you. It was only a bit at first, his teasing obviously not finished yet. Time seemed endless as he continued to push his tip in, just to pull out again.
At this point tears were gathering in your eyes. Deeply your boyfriend chuckled when he saw it. You were just way too cute for him. Always yapping so much but the moment his dick entered you it was always over.
And as you didnât complain again and really took what he gave you, he decided to be lenient today. So he finally pushed into you all the way, stretching you out around him and making you choke out a moan.
Gently his hands rubbed your thighs, his eyes finding yours to get some reassurance that you were fine. After you gave him a soft nod he began to move his hips, gentle and slow at first. His tip nudged against the best spots inside of you and your eyes fell shut at the feeling.
This was really something you could get used to and the slight buzz from the alcohol just made it all feel much better.
As he realized that you were enjoying yourself very much, Hongjoong began to slam his hips harshly against yours. It wasnât fast at all but every thrust made you sink deeper into the couch and soft whines filled the room along with the sound of skin slapping against skin.
Hongjoong was just equally in bliss, his eyes watching how your tits bounced and how your face contorted in pleasure. And the way your walls squeezed him so nicely, holding him in a warm embrace and slowly bringing him closer and closer to his edge.
âYouâre so fucking prettyâŚâ he whispered, leaning down to kiss your neck again, his hands moving from your thighs to your hips to hold you in place as he picked up the pace.
âAnd all mine⌠youâre just mine.â
Each kiss reminded you of just that and eagerly you nodded, whining for him as he placed a kiss on your neck again. Softly he began to suck on that spot before the softness began to fade and he harshly pulled at your skin, inevitably turning the spot into a mix of blue and purple.
âF-eels so good⌠JoongieâŚâ you whined out, hands on his biceps and fingernails digging into his skin.
His pace was picking up more and more, and his groans and breaths gave away that heâd come soon.
He was very much aware of that and so one of his hands moved down, freshly manicured thumb finding your clit and with much expertise he rubbed it just the way you had showed him when you had first been intimate.
It was nice that he just followed the advice you had given him - after all most men never wanted to listen, claiming to know you better than yourself and than being petty about not being able to make you cum. With him it was different. He listened, he valued your pleasure just like he valued his own. If not even more.
âJoongieâŚâ you whined, already feeling your peak.
âI know baby, I know⌠just let it go⌠youâre doing so fucking good for me, hmh? Such a good girl, just cum for me.â His slow kiss on your lips along with the steady pace of his hips and his thumb made you tumble over to edge with a moan into his mouth.
Patiently he fucked you through your orgasm, his motions not stopping until he didnât feel your cunt pulsing around him anymore.
Only than did he take his thumb off of your clit and place his hands next to your head, beginning to move faster to reach his own high.
It made you whine and cry, but you didnât complain, wanting him to feel good as well. And if you were honest, the overstimulation did also feel good
Your eyes opened and you watched him. His eyes were closed, eyebrows furrowed a little as he fucked harder into you.
âYou feel so fucking good⌠a-hâŚâ he groaned, pushing himself deep inside of you as he came, his hot cum pumping into you.
Another whine left your lips as you felt it, his hips not stopping as he fucked it deep into you.
âLove youâŚâ you said softly, making his eyes open and his face light up a bit.
âI love you so much moreâŚâ he whispered against your lips, softly kissing you again.
- - -
The sun was already rising and Hongjoong was drinking the last remains of his wine while you rested on his chest. His empty hand gently ran through your hair and he smiled as you both watched the sunrise.
âI canât stop the sun from rising now⌠but we can at least make the night a little darker.â He whispered into your ear.
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Prompt: "Weakness"
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
A/n: This is a heavy one. Anywaysss love you <3
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A door hinge creaked somewhere far off.Â
Bucky waited. Heâd been waiting for hours now, hands tied behind his back, chains digging into the skin of his right wrist. Heâd tried ripping them away to no avail.Â
Whoever had taken him had been prepared. Had known him and his weaknesses.Â
But it didn't matter; the second he got free, their knowledge would mean nothing. Pure fury was fueling his stay, and pure power would fuel his fight to freedom. His fight back home.
A door creaked open, dim light dusting the grime on the solid floors. Footsteps, each carefully measured, echoed as they made their way toward Bucky. It wasnât until the shine of leather came into his view that Bucky looked upâthat he gave his captor the privilege of the rage burned into his expression.Â
âYou want something from me?â he gritted out, narrowing his eyes at the older man above him.Â
The man only shot up a brow. âThere are several things I want from you, Sergeant Barnes.â A thick accent held his words together. âBut none of which I am sure you will give lightly.âÂ
Bucky let out a humorless chuckle. âHow would you know? Havenât even tried yet. Just left me sitting here. That your tactic? Isolation? Because I can tell you right now, Iâve waited a lot longer for a lot less.âÂ
In hindsight, goading the man who held his mercy in his hands wasnât the most clever move. But Bucky got mouthy when he was angry, even more so when he was sure Hydra had a hand in whatever bullshit he was currently caught up in.Â
Looking back, Bucky would take back his words, even if it wouldnât have helped.Â
He knew they wouldnât have helped.Â
The man grabbed Buckyâs chin and craned his neck harshly, putting him inches away from his face. âYou will wish it was isolation. I simply needed time to procure what I needed to make you speak.âÂ
âWhat do you want to know?â Bucky seethed, roughly turning his face away. He spoke his next words to the floor. âTypically you ask nicely first. Havenât even tried that.âÂ
âI do not have time for those theatrics.âÂ
With a snap of his fingers, the door opened wider. Bucky heard a struggle in the hallâscuffling feet and grunts and muffled words. The man before him rolled his eyes, hooking his chin over his shoulder to watch the door.Â
âWhat, some kind of animal?â Bucky scoffed. âYouâll have to tryââÂ
Blood ran cold. At that moment, Bucky couldnât tell whose blood it was. Because his blood, the very same that pumped beneath his skin and warmed him, didnât feel like his own. His body felt foreign, each limb tightening and then cramping to the point of pain.
This wasnât his body.Â
He wasnât here.Â
You werenât here. You couldnât be.Â
âNo.â His whisper was only a breath. He hadnât meant to speak.Â
Bucky flinched as a cloud clap resonated in the space, followed by a mocking laugh. âFinally something to stop your ridiculous taunts,â the man rejoiced, leaning over to hold his thighs, coming nose-to-nose with Bucky. âI would have brought her in from the start, had I known.âÂ
Your gaze met his, and Bucky lost itâin his mind, body, being, he came undone. He pulled against the chains harder than before, letting out curse after curse at the man in front of him. He threatened death, torture, and far worse that he wouldnât be able to follow through on.Â
But he would find a way.Â
Because your face was already bruised. Your hands were tied together at your hips and he could see the way the rope chafed at your skin. The same skin he had kissed countless times before. It was marred now, and you were in pain. He could hear your muffled sobs beneath the cloth shoved into your mouth, and Bucky promised far worse things than death.Â
You werenât meant for thisâto ever feel this way.Â
âWhat the fuck do you want!?â he snarled, his eyes leaving you for a singular moment to direct his rage towards the man. He found you again a second later, not wanting to leave you unguarded.Â
It was silly to think his eyes had any power now.Â
âAttitudes change so fast in the name of love, do they not?â the man posed, coming around to linger at your side.Â
Buckyâs chest rumbled in warning... in anger and frustration and desperation. âTell me. Iâll give you anything you want. Let her go.âÂ
The man seemed uninterested in his request, letting a finger track the shape of your cheek. You flinched back, running into the woman that had dragged you in.Â
âDonât you fucking touch her!â Bucky barked out, words punctuated by chains slamming to the floor.Â
The hand left your face, only to move to your hair. You closed your eyes, squeezing them shut with the heavy intake of your breath. Bucky mourned the loss. Mourned any time before thisâbefore he was the reason you had been hurt.Â
There was no going back from this. This was his fault. You were here because of him.Â
Unimaginable sorrow fought for dominance in his chest, but he kept the anger burning. It was the only way heâd be able to save you.Â
âI findâanecdotallyâthat there is much less resistance in myâŚclients when there is a contract up front,â the man hummed. He grabbed the back of your neck, fingers digging into your skin. You let out a whimper, and Bucky let out a threat coated in a surging panic. âShall I spell it out for you, then, Sergeant Barnes?âÂ
You were thrown to the floor, knees crashing against concrete. You cried harder and Bucky felt all the wrath heâd been kindling die out. Fear replaced it. Unbridled fear. He couldnât get out of these chains. He pulled and tugged until he was sure the vibranium bent and his skin broke, but nothing budged.Â
He couldnât save you.
âI will tell you anything you want to know,â Bucky pleaded, tone dangerously low, breath coming out in heavy pants. His eyes were glued to the way your chest heaved. âThere is nothing I wouldnât do for her. You know that. Thatâs why you went after her, isnât it?âÂ
The man laughed again, this time a deep, soft disruption in the otherwise stagnant room. âYou always were smart for a mindless drone.âÂ
Hydra.Â
The label was meaningless. Everything in Buckyâs world had shifted the moment you were shoved through the door.
There was nothing left of him as you braced your bleeding hands on the same floor he sat.Â
When you locked gazes with himâfor the last time, Bucky would later rememberâit was with finality. Your eyes told him you forgave him. You shook your head like you knew some secret he wasnât privy to, and he tracked the movement with so much fear lodged in his chestâpiercing at his ribsâthat it hurt to breathe.Â
What had you known?Â
What had you heard?Â
It didnât matter. Nothing mattered.Â
âLet her go. Iâmââ Words meant nothing to this man. Bucky brought his face up to him, his broken, pleading face as he trembled beneath his next word. âPlease.âÂ
âI do love to hear you beg. But this is for me, as well, Soldat. Who doesnât love a little torture?âÂ
Bucky wouldnât remember the wicked smile the man sent him after his damning words. He would only remember your scream. The panic that ruined him.Â
I love you, hold on. Please, hold on.Â
Iâm so sorry, please.
Stop! Stop hurting her! I canâtâshe canâtâ
All spoken to unhearing ears.Â
His weakness had never been a physical constraint, but from then on, Bucky did not feel strong.Â
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hello welcome back to me writing out some ideas that will never become actual full stories. this was super fun because i've never written the bodyguard trope. i won't be writing more for this, but isn't this so fun???? hope you like it! (if the French is wrong, that's on me) 2.5k idk
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France, 1843.
The tavern will do for the night.
Itâs inconspicuous, a perfect hiding spot. In fact, now that sheâs been in her room for the past three hours, itâs safe to say that if anyone were to come looking for her, theyâd be long gone by now. Thatâs why she changes into a fresh outfit (provided by the very nice hostess who got teary eyed by the story she made up.) Sheâs now in a simple dress, much better than the other outfit. After all, it would be weird to be traipsing around in a wedding dress.
Her family went all in for the dress too. Sheâs going to hold on to it, see how much money she can make from it.
She comes down the stairs quietly. At nearly sunset time, the bar is starting to get crowded. She can definitely get mixed into the wave of people, giving her more cover. She expected several people to come in around this time anyways. Despite it being 4 in the afternoon, the winter allows for the sun to retreat earlier. The visibility outside must be terrible, and with a snowstorm on top of that, the only people coming into the tavern will be loyal customers and those sheltering from the weather.Â
Of course, her family is too highly opinionated to stop at a measly little tavern like this.
She skips off the last step and looks around. She's picked an excellent spot.
When she sits at the bar, it takes only a minute for the bartender to catch her eye. âUne bière.â
He retreats to pour her drink, and then slides it across the wooden bar.
She catches it and smiles sweetly at him. Then relaxes into her seat and listens to the music.
What a disaster of a day. The whole town will be talking about it tomorrow: the runaway bride. Well, maybe not this town. No, this place is smaller, and less wealthy. They care little for the problems of the rich folk.
The minutes pass by in silence and peace. That is, until the bartender comes by with another drink that she definitely did not ask for.
âĂa vient du monsieur,â the man says.
She looks over to where he's gesturing.
Sitting at the end of the bar is a man sheâs all too familiar with. His curls arenât wet with snow, nor are his clothes, which suggest heâs been here for a long time. Has he been waiting for her out? Did he follow her the moment she left the chapel, or was it that his guess was just correct? Pure luck maybe. Regardless of the how, what matters is that he knows where she is, and he answers her scowl with a smile of his own, lifting his glass in the air as if to toast her attempts at escaping him.
âMerci,â she grits to the bartender. She turns back to her drink, trying to come up with a plausible story before Harry makes his way over. The thirty seconds it takes Harry to show up, though, is simply not enough.Â
He sits on the vacant seat beside her. He slides his mug over and lightly taps hers. âFear not,â he says in English, grinning with his dimples on full display, âIâm here alone.â
Harryâs been her guard for several years. Heâs young, barely 3 or 4 years older than her. He rarely speaks with her, but heâs always there when she goes out, even when sheâs with her fiancĂŠ. He was posted with her years ago when her father gained some political opposition, out of fear sheâd get in harmâs way. Thanks to Harry, thatâs never happened.
Suffice to say, sheâs less than happy to see him here.
Normally, heâs a nice face to look at. All handsome and diligent. He stands nearly half a foot taller than her, always dressed in nearly all black. He has women fainting over him. She, too, can admire his beauty.Â
But sheâs not going to tell him that.
âAs if an army of my fatherâs men would frighten me,â she replies back.
âArenât you glad to see me? Out of all the guards that could have been here searching for the runaway bride, arenât you happy that itâs me and not another?â
âIâd be more happy to see my fiancĂŠ.â
Harry raises an eyebrow. âIs he still your fiancĂŠ?â
âI mean, I still have the ring on my finger.â
âWould have figured youâd pawned it off by now.â
She narrows her eyes at him. âAre you going to force me to go back? Because let me tell you, Iâm going to put up a fight. I will scream bloody murder if you touch me.â
Harry looks amused now. He rests his chin on his palm.
âThat is quite a plan. Itâs easy to see how you could be so creative about running away too. Letâs talk about it because I do feel the need to give you kudos, mademoiselle. Not only did you persuade your father to have a winter wedding, but you also picked out the most expensive fabrics and gems for your big day. You convince your fiancĂŠ that you love him and then leave him in the church where everyone is supposed to witness a holy union. You thoroughly humiliated him. Excellent scheming.â
He actually does seem impressed.
She doesnât say anything.
âAnd to answer your question,â he continues. âI donât plan on forcing you to go back. In fact, I was actually anticipating this.â
âAnticipating this, how?â She doesnât want to be on the defense, but heâs acting strange. Too comfortable.Â
He rolls his head back and looks at her incredulously. âYou may not see me at all times, but as your guard, I do keep my eyes on you. And itâs a wonder how other people didnât notice. The way your smile dropped at the mere mention of him, the way you had to leave the room with a pitiful excuse every time he showed up. The way you refused to let him kiss you after he very kindly walked you home all the time. Almost difficult to watch.â
She feels her face burn. âYouâre not supposed to spy on me.â
âThat is my job. I get paid for it, so I might as well be thorough, no?â Heâs smiling again.
âAll those things mean nothing. It was a last minute decision to run away.â She tilts her head back and finishes her ale.
âAh, that I know. It was the most surprising part when you didnât show up. I knew you would pull something like this, make an excuse of some kind. I anticipated that â but I didnât anticipate it happening on your wedding day.â
âI wasnât going to wait for an annulment. Donât know if that would even be possible. And who'd want to marry me after that anyways. Running away was my best option.â
âHeâs absolutely distraught, by the way. Heâd be very unhappy if he knew we were talking like this. Weâve become friends of some sort.â
âWhy would he be upset about us speaking?â
The incredulous look comes back. âIt pains me that you donât know how jealous your little fiancĂŠ is. You have such little awareness.â
âJealous?â She suddenly laughs. âOh please. As if he has anything to be jealous about.â
Harry finishes his drink and then orders another round for them. As he does, she takes him in. Heâs in his black vest, white long sleeved shirt, with an undone white cravat, his jacket tucked away somewhere in the bar. He taps his perfectly polished boots against the floor, pristine black trousers fitting nicely around his strong thighs. His trousers are always perfectly fitted, unlike the rest of her guards. Or maybe sheâs just spent a lot of time looking at him.
âHe has plenty to be jealous about, mademoiselle.â
âAll my attention has been on wedding planning and such for weeks now. I havenât had the chance to even talk to another man.â
He glances back at her when sheâs looking down at his thighs. Heâs silent for a moment, but then says quietly, âNot all jealousy has to come from interacting with a man. It could just be from the way you look at one.â
Her eyes jump back to his face. His eyes are narrowed as if trying to figure her out. âHe has nothing to be jealous about,â she repeats.
âHe doesnât?â
âAs horrible of a woman I am for leaving a man at his own wedding, Iâm not the type of woman to betray him, even though I donât feel any particular affection for him. I respect him and myself.â
âI donât think it has anything to do with respect, mademoiselle. Itâs about desire. After all, you should desire the man youâre marrying, is that not true?â
âYes, and thatâs why Iâve run away.â
âAnd if you were to desire someone else, it wouldnât be betrayal, given youâre no longer his intended.â
He says it so casually, but she sees the way his eyes slip down to her mouth for a brief second.Â
âI still have the ring.â
He glances at her hand. âWill you keep it?â
âNot planning on it.â
âAnd until then, youâll stay faithful to a man you have no intention of marrying? Forgive me, I canât seem to make sense of this logic.â
She thinks about how much she should tell him. Heâs had it figured out, it seems. Maybe she wasnât as good at hiding her true feelings about the union. Or maybe Harryâs just watched her too closely.
She says, âAre you really not going to take me back?â
Harry shakes his head. âWhat good would that do?â
âMy father would appreciate it.â
âYour father has overlooked many things that I think have been worth appreciating over the span of my career as your dutiful guard, mademoiselle.â
âI donât know what you mean.â
Harry doesnât say anything. He simply watches her, as if sheâll understand him just from his expression. She doesnât.
âTell me,â she demands.
âIâve done things that deserve recognition, that is all.â
âLike what?â
He narrows his eyes. âLike keeping you alive for the past four years, you ungrateful wench. With all the stupid decisions you make on a daily basis, I should actually be getting a fucking medal for managing to keep all your limbs in tact.â
The way he says it is so sudden and harsh, she canât help but laugh.Â
âFunny, is it?â he grumbles.
âHilarious. So, what type of recognition would you even have liked for keeping me alive?â
âIt doesn't matter now, I think. Surely Iâll lose my job for not getting to you in time and bringing you back.â
She sits up straighter. âIf I were to be brought back, what do you think youâd deserve for it?â
He sighs. âI shouldn't say.â
âI want to know.â
âYouâll hate me.â
She smiles real wide. âSo what?"
He contemplates it for a moment. Finishes his second drink and then drums his fingers on the bar top. His knee gently brushes against her skirts beneath the table. âDid you know that before your father picked him to marry you, he had one of the other guards draft a list of eligible men?â
Her expression sours. âThere was a list? How disappointing.â
âMhm. It wasnât a very long one.â
âWhat does this have to do with my question?â
He looks at her, unblinking. âIf I were to bring you back to your father, and you still had to marry, I would like to be considered on that list.â
Everything falls away. Her smile drops, and her heart beats hard in her ears. Harry doesnât look away from her, watching every expression take over her face. Surprise, worry, and thenâŚ
âOh.â
The corner of his mouth twists. âRight. And a part of me wishes Iâd throw you over my shoulder and drag you back to him. Just to be considered, even for a mere moment. Long enough for there to be a mental image of you and I at the altar in your fatherâs head. Iâd be pleased with even a mere thought if itâs the only time we'd ever be together. But that wouldnât be fair, would it?â
âNo.â Though the thought of being draped over that shoulder is more than enough to get her knee bouncing under the table. Her leg jostles his.
âAnd of course,â he says, smiling tightly, âyou are loyal to your man because of that ring.â
They both look down at the gem. It gleams in the light.Â
Harryâs eyes dart back up to hers. He watches her for several long seconds before he reaches out.
With slow movements, he takes her hand. âUnlessâŚâ he murmurs, resting her hand on top of his knee. He gently twists the ring off her finger and drops it into his pocket. She keeps her hand on his leg.
Could he be trying to get her to make a move? Sheâll be truly guilty if she advances first, but he doesnât seem to be pulling away either. She holds her breath.
What she ends up saying is, âYou said that as my guard, youâve always needed to keep your eyes on me.â
âYes.â His gaze is heavy. Dark.
âEven when I didnât need you to?â
âI always looked out for you. I always will. Itâs become second nature to me.â
That makes her feel a certain way. A way sheâs never felt in her life. Her breath catches.Â
"You do deserve something for that," she says softly. She carefully squeezes his leg, right above his knee.
His jaw visibly tenses.
Harry leans in, and this is when she realizes heâs moving first. He takes a hold of her chin and tilts it up, eyebrows drawn together as if heâs really trying his best to stay away but canât. He brings his head down. He whispers her name and her body caves, leaning into him.
For the first time in her life, she's excited about kissing a man. Her impatience suddenly surpasses the limit. She puts her other hand on his knee and pushes herself upwards to meet his kiss.
Just before his mouth touches hers, the bartender returns with a gruff, âIl est tout Ă fait inappropriĂŠ de le faire ici. Allez dans votre chambre.âÂ
Harry pulls away, just barely, and looks down at her through his eyelashes. He keeps a hold on her face. âShall we?â he asks her, ignoring the bartender.Â
She swallows roughly. His eyes are drenched with desire, her heart pounding away in her chest. She licks her lips, enjoying the way he follows the movement.
He whispers, âIâll be nice, darling.â
Excitement spreads through her like wildfire. She balls her hands into fists and takes a deep breath. âCome.â
He smiles then, and it takes her aback. As he stands, he genuinely looks pleased. Relieved even. As if heâs been waiting for this chance. He takes her hand and tells her to lead him to her room.Â
And when he presses her against her door, hands tangled in her hair, a searing kiss placed onto her mouth, she realizes this is what itâs supposed to feel like.
#we've been talking so much about marriage of course i had to write about a runaway bride#the guard au is fun#dunno why i've always stayed away from it#harry styles fic#harry styles au#harry styles one shot#harry styles fluff#harry styles fanfic#harry styles writing
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Thoughts on TBOSAS
Disclaimers:
my memory isnât the greatest + itâs been a couple weeks since I watched the movie + I only skimmed the book after watching
I donât have the book on hand so I canât fact-check this (my criticism is based on what I remember â feel free to correct me)
Buckle up bcs Iâve got an overthinking brain and a lot of opinions.
Coryo = Good, Other Students = Bad
They only had less than 3 hours for a movie that had enough content to be split into two (imagine if theyâd cut it right when Coryo finds out heâs assigned to be a Peacekeeper). So I understand why they couldnât flesh out every detail of Coryoâs relationships.
But lack of time doesnât really explain why they couldnât give the students some nuance. Obviously, we have the dehumanising comments/actions from Livia, Arachne, Felix, and Festus; a horrifying truth that hasnât learned to disguise itself under âgenerousâ sponsors and âfaithâ in a specific tribute winning. But why did they change the scenes of Clemensia and (more importantly) Lysistrata?
If youâve read the books, youâll know that Lysistrata is one of the kindest students. As far as we know, she didnât suffer the same poverty as the Snows did and she doesnât feel the same sense of kinship as Sejanus does with the kids from the districts. Still, she treats Jessup kindly. She brings him medicine when he tells her heâs in pain; she gets mad when Coryoâs angle for Lucy Grayâs image (that Lucy Grayâs more Capitol than District) meant that her angle for Jessupâs image (showcasing the District 12 tributes as a pair) would be jeopardised and thus his sponsors might be less; when she sees Jessup suffering from rabies, she offers to end his suffering by sending the water bottles; her final word about him, when it wouldnât have given her any advantage to speak kindly about him and the Capitol had (until recently) been on high alert for ârogue tributesâ, was to tell everyone that Jessup protected her when the arena exploded, even threw himself over her to protect her.
In the movie, she had one âprominentâ scene: Jessupâs attack. Maybe they were trying to showcase Coryoâs future ruthlessness by having him demand Lysistrata send the water bottles rather than use his own sponsors. But in the book, Coryo tries to send his own sponsor gifts before Lysistrata stops him and offers to send hers instead. In the original scene, Coryoâs care/affection for Lucy Gray is made obvious by how heâs willing to give up their hard-won sponsorships just to make sure that he can save Lucy Gray from Jessup; Lysistrataâs practicality also shows itself by how she willingly mercy-kills Jessup after seeing him going rabid on screen. Heâs her tribute so she used the gifts that they won together.
It wouldâve taken the same amount of time (or an extra minute) to keep her mercy kill and her final words on Jessup. Instead, we have Coryoâs demand + Lysistrataâs few seconds of hesitation to follow his words, despite them having an even better view of Jessupâs increasingly rabid behaviour.
Now, letâs talk Clemensia. Sheâs not particularly kind. Tbf in the book, she wasnât around too long before she got bit by Gaulâs snakes. The next time she (properly) reappears, sheâs cruel in how she withholds helping Reaper until heâs actually done something to âearnâ supplies. In the movie, she straight up disappears after getting bit (either that or the effects of the snake venom werenât as horribly memorable as they were described to be in the book; if she really did disappear, then it also lessens the suspense of âwhat will happen to Lucy Gray?â later on since we donât know the full extent of the venomâs effects). But the thing that cements my idea that âOh, theyâre trying to make Coryo look good compared to other studentsâ is that they changed the circumstances that got her bit.
There are three key differences to her and Coryoâs meeting with Gaul:
1: when Gaul asks who came up with the ideas on the assignment, book!Clemensia claims that they both worked on it, but Coryo went by himself to drop it off; movie!Clemensia claims all the ideas for herself.
The decision to make Clemensia a selfish credit-stealer already deteriorates her likability to the audience, especially since Coryo (aka the person sheâs stealing credit from) is our protagonist and, at this point in time, has âdoneâ nothing wrong. Hell, since the movie audience doesnât know his less-than-flattering thoughts about Arachne, they only see that he was the one to rush to help her when she got stabbed. Clemensia, on the other hand, admonished him for seeming indifferent to Arachneâs death (when he told her that he had actually finished the assignment) but then goes on to claim credit for said assignment that she didnât actually work on at all. Then the movie made it worse by changing Gaulâs dialogue from the book, namely:
2: Gaul asks/allows Coryo to fetch the paper first and
3: Gaul doesnât explain the snakeâs sense of smell until Clemensia has already put her hand in the tank (Iâm 99% sure of this scene because I distinctly remember going âTAKE YOUR HAND OUT NOW, CLEMMIEâ right as I read the lines).
Imo by making Gaul explain that âthey wonât attack you if theyâre familiar with your scentâ before either Clemensia or Coryo could put their hands in the tank, it both lessens the suspense and makes it seem as if Clemensia is a very prideful person that would rather risk injury than admit wrongdoing. Which brings me to my next point âŹ
Gaulâs Depravity
There are three things I remember being weird about movie!Gaul
1: the aforementioned explanation about the snakes. The fact is that Gaul asking/allowing Coryo to take the paper first was her trying to lure Coryo and Clemensia into a false sense of security. If you donât believe she was 100% baiting them, just remember that she doesnât explain that the snakes might bite unfamiliar persons until itâs already too late for Clemensia to take her hand out. And when Clemensia does get bit, Gaulâs assistants rush in to inject the antivenom immediately, like theyâre used to doing it. Gaul dismisses Coryoâs concerns by stating that itâs simply part of research. Then (just to drive in her callousness), Gaul dismisses him from her lab by saying itâs teatime. Coryo himself thinks Clemensiaâs condition is a harsh punishment for such a simple lie.
2: she stitches up Coryo. I mightâve just simply forgotten about this, but I donât remember a scene in the book where she personally stitches him up. After all, Gaul was willing to risk Coryoâs death in the arena (when heâs rescuing Sejanus) just to teach him the lesson that even he, with his good name and good education, would revert to predatory instincts to keep himself alive.
3: ârainbow of destructionâ broadcast. Movie!Gaul indirectly warned the districts that there would be retaliation for the death of an Academy student. Granted, no one (except Coryo and Clemensia) would catch on to what ârainbow of destructionâ meant, but she still warned them. When the snakes were released into the arena, people would know why they were released, why they were introducing a sudden new obstacle. Book!Gaul didnât do that. iirc the Capitol didnât even want the districts to know that they succeeded in dealing a blow to the Capitol (killing one of their top students/son of a prominent figure). Book!Gaul, as far as the general public knows, released the snakes for seemingly no reason than to make the Games harder. Book!Gaul didnât even warn Coryo properly; she said there would be retaliation, but she never indicated that she would be specifically using those snakes. Coryo chanced upon the snake tank during the transfer; had he missed seeing the tank after hearing those words, he might not have made the connection that would eventually save Lucy Gray.
Positive point for the broadcast: they kept her cruel classism. They cut from the scene of the tributes killing each other to the broadcast where her opening statement was, âAn important life was taken todayâ. I couldâve strangled her right then and there.
Modern Hunger Games
Iâm sure other people have put it more eloquently than I have, but the 10th Hunger Games resembles the more modern (e.g., 74th) Hunger Games too closely. Imo the resemblance kinda strips away the initial point that the Games (without all the fanciful performance surrounding it) is a cruel and brutal punishment to force kids who donât want to kill each other to have to kill each other to go home (does this sentence make sense?).
1: Communicuffs. In the book, the mentors used a glorified watch but, in the movies, they used TVs. You might think this is a minor thing and maybe I am overthinking it, but imo the use of a big screen makes the Academy mentors resemble the Gamemakers in the 74th/75th Games, who used big holographic screens.
2: Bloodbath. Now, I definitely remember that the 10th Games had no bloodbath. iirc Reaper was the only one ready to fight, but he took too long to get ready/get a weapon and, by the time he was geared up, everyone else had disappeared into the corridors of the colosseum. When no tributes appeared after a while, Reaper disappeared into hiding too. So, the focus was on Marcus whoâd been crucified. The first death was Lamina mercy-killing Marcus.
If anything, changing the start of the Games into an actual bloodbath destroys the thesis that these kids donât actually want to kill each other. Yes, they want to go home but that doesnât mean theyâre eager to get their hands bloody to do it. If anything, the bloodbath proves Gaul right that people are inherently predators who would do anything to survive; that compassion can be easily discarded in the face of survival. Thatâs the antithesis of what the Hunger Games are meant to be. Because we see time and again that compassion can exist among competitors for survival â Katniss singing to Rue, Thresh sparing Katniss in turn, Cato rushing to save Clove, Haymitch staying with Maysilee, Jessup protecting Lucy Gray, Reaper making a makeshift morgue for the dead tributes.
A bloodbath is only understandable in something like the 74th Games. Since, as far as anyone knew, the Games were here to stay. So Career districts trained their children, non-Careers grasped onto whatever knowledge they could take advantage of (Katnissâs hunting, Rueâs climbing/tracker jackers, Peetaâs camo, etc.) There were possibilities for sponsors if you were promising and a guarantee of a life of luxury if you won. So, what better time to cut down the number of competitors than when no one has supplies? Compared to the lack ofâŚmotivation during the first Games. Youâd have the same type of trauma, but nothing to âsoften the blowâ like securing a better life for your loved ones after you win.
3: Cameras. What was with all those camera angles??? I understand having camera angles for the movie audience, but why did the Capitol audience see the same thing? One of the problems of the Games was that it wasnât interesting to watch. The Capitol wasnât chomping at the bit to watch an arena of nothing, for tributes they didnât actually care about. Thatâs why betting was introduced, to motivate the Capitol to watch out for the tribute they were betting on, if only to confirm that said tribute was still alive.
Being able to know everything in real time undercuts the suspense of certain scenes â why was Lucy Gray running from Jessup? Why did Wovey(?) suddenly die after drinking from a water bottle? Why did Coral betray Tanner(?) In the book, we learn all this in time with Coryo. When Jessup attacks, Coryo quickly connects the aversion to water (I think Jessup swatted away the bottle Coryo was trying to send to Lucy Gray) + the bite Jessup felt on his neck + the rat poison needed around the zoo to conclude that Jessup had rabies. He had to come up with a strategy on the spot vs. when he already had an inkling by watching Jessupâs aversion to water and sudden aggressiveness to Lucy Gray in the barricaded room. As for Wovey(?), Coryo figured that the bottle was laced with rat poison vs. when we saw Lucy Gray dump in the poison. As for Coralâs betrayal, we never find out why in the book vs. when we see them having an argument in the movie (this oneâs more minor, but the thing about âknowing âeverythingâ that goes on with the tributesâ plays too much into the modern Games perspective; personally, her sudden betrayal made it more shocking compared to when their movie!argument already starts hinting to future betrayal).
4: Gaulâs Snake Mutts. I hate the decision to make the snakes gigantic (or normal snake size idk). The book!snakes were about as long as a ruler and were so thin that a single normal-sized tank could hold hundreds of them. They were meant for Gaul to play around with in the lab. Gaul herself didnât intend to use her snakes in the Games.
But the reason why I really hate the gigantism of the snakes is that it dramatizes the Games in the same way as the sudden appearance of the dog mutts in the 74th. The shocking burst of the tank feels a little too close to how the Gamemakers added in mutts to up the âexcitementâ vs. book!snakes that never burst out; they simply slithered their way out their opened tank and began surging towards all the unfamiliar smells.
Extra negative point for trying to convince us that a tiny handkerchief maintained its smell long enough to travel throughout the entire tank; this without even considering that Coryo inserted the handkerchief from the bottom. What, were the snakes passing the handkerchief up?
Infallible Coryo
Again, might be overthinking on my part, but I feel like the movie made it seem like Coryo was more strategic than quick-thinking. One of the things that made me like him was that he was intelligent in the way that he could come up with solutions on the spot. So itâs a bit disappointing that they replaced that trait, especially since it comes at the cost of Lucy Grayâs own intelligence/agency (Iâll explain this in the next point).1
1: Coryo checks out the arena the night before the Games. Again, might be misremembering but I donât think he ever did this. Or if he even had the time since I think a lot of the Academy kids were hospitalised after the bombing and then the Games took place right after.
2: Coryo collects the rat poison vs. Lucy Gray collects it herself.1
3: one thing about Katnissâs Games that made it more realistic imo is that part of her survival relied on luck. If her dad hadnât taught her how to hunt, she mightâve not even found water during those first days in the arena; if Cinna hadnât chosen to be a stylist in her year and Peeta hadnât made her look desirable, then she mightâve had less sponsors than she did. So, I donât like that they changed how Coryo found out about the snake mutts.
As said in my previous point: book!Coryo chanced upon the tank transfer. If Gaul hadnât called him for a meeting; if the scientists hadnât left him alone with the tank; if heâd taken out the handkerchief beforehand â had any of his circumstances changed, Lucy Gray mightâve died from the snakes too.
But thanks to movie!Gaulâs broadcast, movie!Coryo knew/had strong suspicion of exactly what was about to happen. He knew where to go, he had an excuse to see Gaul (ig you could say the lucky part is that Gaul didnât turn him away/direct him to the hospital instead), he knew he needed the handkerchief; all he had to do was execute his plan. If they wanted Coryo to look smart, Iâd say it was more impressive that he could connect the tank transfer to Gaulâs retaliation almost immediately after seeing the tank.
Lucy Gray = Good, Other Tributes = Bad, Coryo = Worse
1: when I say other tributes, I mostly mean two instances â
Jessupâs abandonment. Like I said in my first point, Lysistrata said that book!Jessup protected her during the bombing vs. movie!Jessup attempting to run away/escape. Between Jessupâs constant protection of Lucy Gray and that Lysistrata had no reason to lie (especially about a specific action), I 100% believe that Jessup really did his utmost to protect Lysistrata at the time. It feels like a slap to the face that, in their attempt of making Lucy Gray look good, they took away one of Jessupâs kindest, self-sacrificial actions. It almost feels like theyâre making him a bit classist himself since he doesnât hesitate to protect a District kid, but they changed the scene where he protected a Capitol kid. Point is: they did my boy, Jessup, dirty bcs he (at the very least) wouldnât abandon Lucy Gray while escaping!
Coralâs alliance. istg Coralâs alliance starting the bloodbath and hunting down Lucy Gray and Jessup was mimicking the scene of Catoâs alliance murdering in the bloodbath and hunting down Katniss. Especially since they also had a scene where one of them (Iâm so sorry idk his name, but it was the kid that said he was scared to go through the door flap/Cato) tried to chase after them by going through the door/climbing the tree.
Idk if they were trying to âforeshadowâ District 4 eventually becoming a Career district, but no. They could be ruthless (forcing Lamina to choose who to fight), but they werenât the same kind of ruthless hunters as the Careers in the 74th. (Going to repeat my point that these changes only prove Gaulâs point that weâre all inherent predators.) The worst part is that their bloodthirsty alliance is contrasted to Lucy Grayâs kind camaraderie with Jessup (her worriedly searching for him and dragging him away from the fight asap). Both Coralâs alliance and Lucy Gray shouldâve been at the same âstarting pointâ â kids who resorted to killing, not ones who were so eager to get home that they start murdering as soon as they get their hands on a weapon.
2: Coryo does the thinking for Lucy Gray. Gonna elaborate on my two previous pointsâŚ
Coryo checks out the arena. This one bothers me so much bcs can they really not give Lucy Gray something as basic as knowing how and where to hide? Why is it Coryo that has to tell her exactly where she can hide and how to get there? + for some reason, they added an underground bunker? Imo they couldâve had even more suspense if they kept the fact that there was no bloodbath and all the tributes were hiding in the stands/corridors. It also wouldâve been the perfect scene to showcase Lucy Grayâs smarts by making it so that she had to figure out how to avoid/hide from multiple tributes in a confined, unfamiliar space.
Coryo collects the rat poison. This one bothers me a lot too bcs, even though Coryo gave the compact specifically to hold the poison, Lucy Gray is the one who decides to bring it into the arena. I feel like making movie!Coryo collect the poison instead of her takes away her agency how she wants to survive the Games. Book!Coryo doesnât see her in the zoo so he can only hope that sheâll risk cheating by bringing in the poison; it couldâve been easy for Lucy Gray to lie and say that nobody took the bait or that she didnât bring in enough poison since he had no proof whether she did or didnât have poison during the Games. The fact that movie!Coryo pleads(?) with her to take the compact, knowing that itâs carrying poison, makes it feel more like heâs forcing her to take a risk rather than letting her choose. If the compact had ended up being empty, then they couldâve bs something like he wanted her to have a memento of him during the Games instead of it being an instrument in cheating.
3: Lucy Grayâs calculated kills. One of the things that makes Lucy Gray nuanced is that she does bad things of her own volition. Sheâs trying to survive the Games so itâs not as if itâs a despicable thing for her to be cunning. But movie!Lucy Grayâs too good to even be that, as proven by how she kills. Book!Lucy Gray kills Wovey, Treech, and Reaper; movie!Lucy Gray kills Dill and Treech (thereâs supposed to be a third, but I donât remember who).
Book!Lucy Gray was deliberate. She knows she isnât as fast or strong as some of the others so she preps to take out the other tributes through other means â
Wovey: iirc Lucy Gray poisoned a bottle and then just dropped it in the corridor to make it seem like it was a lost bottle. iirc she says something along the lines of âPoor Wovey. I was aiming for Coral, not herâ. Intended victim or not, she baited a thirsty tribute into drinking what seems like their only source of water.
Treech: he swings a weapon at her while sheâs trying to retreat. In self-defence, Lucy Gray reveals that she kept one of the snakes and releases it on Treech. Iâm highlighting the fact that she kept it bcs Lucy Gray keeps it despite seeing the frenzied assault the snakes launched on all the other tributes. (idk if this is before or after Treech, but she also counts the corpses so she mustâve seen the effects of the venom). Either way, she kept it with the intention of quite possibly using it.
Reaper: iirc she admits to poisoning the puddle Reaper was drinking from. Then, she makes the poisoned Reaper use the last of his energy to chase her. Coryo himself says that she was trying to ârun him to deathâ. Unlike the previous two killings, Lucy Gray knew exactly who she intended to kill and what sheâd need to do to achieve it. He wasnât drinking from a bottle so she found out which puddle he was drinking from; he was protective of his morgue so she made him chase her by running off with the flag.
Movie!Lucy Gray still did things intentionally, but it felt more hasty than calculated. She killed Dill the same way she killed Wovey, but it felt less like deception (making her victim think that she dropped a perfectly good bottle) and more like force (every other bottle is empty so thereâs really no choice). Not really much to comment on Treechâs death since itâs quite similar, just that her âlast resortâ is different.
I get that they were pressed for time so they had to hasten the end of the Games, but it feels like such a pity to lose Lucy Grayâs cunning in the process.
Mentors
Quick aside here, but why did they make it so that the Academy kids didnât know that they were going to be mentors? They already knew that they were going to be assigned a tribute. iirc Coryo was worried since he wanted a âgoodâ tribute and, when all the âgood onesâ were gone, he hoped that Dean Highbottom forgot him instead of assigning him a tribute from District 12. It seems unnecessary, but maybe Iâm missing something.
EDIT: got some thoughts on this movie change
Translating Thoughts to Expressions
I understand that a lot of Coryoâs more rancid opinions remain as thoughts. Esp since heâs constantly trying to look not-poor and so that he can gain any advantage he can get. So he doesnât say anything about Sejanus (Strabo Plinth could give him money), Ma (she gives him good, free food), Arachne (he has tact), Gaul (have you met the woman?). But there is one thing that stands out to me; a good chance to show the movie-only audience that heâs actually putting up an act: Sejanus calling him Coryo.
I think itâs more obvious in the book, but only Tigris and his childhood friends ever call him Coryo. Itâs a nickname reserved for people heâs close to. So, the fact that Sejanus says it so casually takes away the momentum of the moment where Sejanus feels like theyâve grown close enough for him to use it. Book!Sejanus says it in a moment of apology â âIâm sorry. Coryo, Iâm sorryâ â bcs Coryo had to save him from the arena and, not only was Sejanusâs action fruitless, Coryo ended up killing Bobbin and being hunted by the other tributes. Movie!Sejanus says it when Coryo finds him in the arena. I canât remember the line, but itâs when he was trying to explain why he was there. He just blurts it out in the middle of the sentence like heâd always been calling him Coryo.
Anyway, the reason why I say this is an opportunity to show Coryoâs true feelings is bcs this is one of the few times where Coryo has the possibility and âsafetyâ to slip up. When book!Sejanus calls him Coryo, heâs emotionally overwhelmed and physically exhausted. Heâs horrified by his murder of Bobbin, anxious about the tributes chasing him and Sejanus, frustrated/angry that the Peacekeepers didnât help them until the last minute on top of his annoyance at Ma turning up at their house, disdain for Sejanus (Coryo being his only friend meant that Ma turned up at his house specifically), and his initial worry/fear of going into the arena. Sejanus assuming he could use Coryoâs nickname would be the cherry on top of an already hellish night. And when I say âsafetyâ, I mean that Coryoâs expression couldâve easily been hidden from Sejanus by making it so that the shadows of the colosseum shrouded him.
Over-explanation
This might be my most overthinking one, but I feel like the movie treats the audience like theyâre a bit stupid? Like theyâre explicitly explaining rather than just letting us make inferences. Thereâre three changes I can think of for this.
1: Snake mutts. I wonât explain this scene again, but movie!Gaul specifies that the snakes would recognise the âsweat on your palmâ. Sheâd already explained that the snakes wouldnât attack familiar smells, like the ones that theyâd been around all morning. This explanation + knowing the tank had been lined with their papers was (imo) enough info to clue in that âthe snakes wonât attack bcs theyâve been smelling the papersâ. The extra tidbit just feels like theyâre not sure weâll understand how lining the tank = snakes not attacking.
2: ârainbow of destructionâ. Not explaining this scene again either, but the broadcast did make it seem very in-your-face about what was gonna happen. It doesnât help that Gaul emphasises that distinct phrase.
3: Jabberjays. So, jabberjays singing like normal birds to blend in, but turn silent when they're recording. And while Coryo uses this knowledge of how jabberjays work, the scene falls flat a bit. Bcs book!Sejanus doesn't know how the jabberjays work. Coryo cleverly turns on the recording function and then gets rid of him quickly after he gets the info bcs he knows it'd be sus if Sejanus figures out that "hey, why was this bird silent the whole time but suddenly starts singing?" But, in the movie, they repeat the fact that the bird falling silent means it was recording bcs Coryo replays the recording. (Maybe Iâm misremembering this)
Still, Sejanus dies without knowing Coryo was the traitor. Or he should, but they reveal the recording again right before they hang him. Just in case we couldnât figure out why he was being executed ig đ
Well, thatâs the end of my vent. If youâve read this far, thank you fro reading, but also feel free to correct me if you think/know Iâm wrong about something.
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Strawberries and cigarettes part 4
Pre-outbreak Joel Miller x reader Â
Part: 1 2 3 4
Summary: you're falling in love with the person your dad hates the most  Â
Word count: 6k Â
Warning: SMUT SMUT. Minor DNI. A little angst maybe đŹÂ
a/n: this got longer than I wanted it to so im breaking it further in two parts. The first part got so much love than the other 2 but im so so grateful to the readers who stuck with this series. This means so much to me. Love you mwah <3 đđÂ
5 months. It had been 5 months since you left Texas. Since you left your hometown. Since you left the cafe and the people you had grown to love. Since you left Joel. Â
5 months of utter and complete struggle to adjust in the new place. 5 months of trying to make the new apartment you rented feel like home, though it felt like your attempts were made in vain. The walls haunted you.Â
You had gotten weak. The job that you took on wasnât merciful to you. The routine it had you wrapped around was just as cruel. Each month you would convince yourself that itâll get better soon, but the âsoonâ never came. Â
Joel and you had stayed in contact through texts and calls for the better of the first few months but that faded away as you tried to grapple with your profession and the wicked people it offered. Â
Except for Luna, who stuck by you, holding you together, but he too was transferred to some other city; leaving you with the monsters. Â
You wanted to leave the job and apply somewhere else, but you had signed the contract for 6 months. Plus, you didn't want to upset Luna who practically fought the head of department for your place in the school. Probably that's why they didnât like you as much, they wanted someone else to take the position, as the head instructor. Â
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 You paused as the reflection looked back at you, the silver hint of the chain disappearing under your shirt, your hair tied up in a ponytail. You looked fresh and excited. Â
With trembling hands, you closed the door, coming face to face with your mother. Her bloodshot eyes met yours, as she sniffled, wiping the tears that had fallen from her eyes. Â
You sighed sadly, âMom, youâre making it harder for me to leave,â Â
She shook her head as she tried to get control of herself, âi just didnât think youâd be leaving so soon,âÂ
You hugged her instantly, âitâs okay mom, I'll be fine,â Â
She pulled back, grabbing your hands, âpromise me,â you looked at her confused, before she clarified, âpromise me that you will come back in 3 months, I'm not used to you being apart for such a long time-âÂ
âMom 3 months is too early-â you arguedÂ
âI don't care, you have to come back even for 15 days-âÂ
âThis is not how it works-â Â
âMake it work, y/nâ her voice was sternÂ
âListen, I must make a good impression on the job, right? Can't go asking them for vacations in less than a half year,âÂ
Your mother looked at you unamused by your explanation, Â
âOkay how about 6 months-âÂ
âNo-â she cut you offÂ
Your father honked the truck, calling your name Â
âComing!â you craned your neck as you yelled your response,Â
âFor a month, I'll stay for a month, if I come back after 6 monthsâ you offered, which caught her, Â
âFine, but you better stick to your promise and not excuse yourself and leave earlyâ Â
 Your motherâs sound echoed in your head as your eyes raked over your figure in the mirror reflection in the bathroom and a shiver ran down your spine as the images of your past-self flashed through your mind. Â
Subconsciously you traced your fingertips on your cheeks, feeling the sickness. Â
The sound of your alarm blaring from your room snapped you back to reality. Another morning you woke up earlier than you had to. Sleep was a luxury you were robbed of when you moved to LA. All night you twist and turn, then the small amount of sleep is quickly shaken away a few hours later; decorating your face with dark circles under your eyes. Â
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 You entered your cabin as you started to catch up on the tasks at hand. Sitting in front of the computer, time passed quickly when you busied yourself, ignoring how no one invited you for lunch or breaks.Â
âHey, y/n!â Paul leaned over in your cabin Â
Except Paul. He acknowledged your presence. Probably because Luna was his best friend or you could be wrong, who knew. Â
He invited you for lunch, but you had started to politely reject his invitations after you learned that other colleagues didnât enjoy your presence. Â
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 âThe only people who should be anxious are the ones awaitinâ ya there, the absolute sunshine in their lives, damn theyâre lucky youâre blessing them with your presenceâ Â
Joel said just before he blew smoke into the air. You had mentioned to him how worried you were about leaving the following morning. Â
You scoffed, âI don't know, Joel,â you sighed, âit feels unrealâ Â
You both lied on the back of his truck staring at the dark sky that played the ceiling. Your head was on his shoulder as you fiddled with his hand. He brought your connected hands to his lips as he pressed a firm kiss on your knuckles, Â
âI know youâre gonna rock it, and when you come back, youâll tell me all about it, wonât ya?â Â
You hummed in response  Â
âDonât change for anyone, sweetheart,â he pecked your foreheadÂ
âI wonâtâ you promisedÂ
 -Â
You sighed heavily, leaning back on the chair. As you pressed the heels of your palms to your eyes to keep the tears from falling. Â
Once again thoughts of Joel plagued your mind. You tried to keep them at bay during work and let them flood in as you sank to the floor in your kitchen as you get drunk on wine in the middle of nightÂ
It was like you left Texas, but you somehow stayed there.Â
 The month went disturbingly slow; You had a few hours of sleep at night before you woke up and lied in bed, feeding your mind with memories of Texas, memories of Joel. Youâd go to the school and pray that the day was better than yesterday, but it hardly was. Youâd come back to the apartment, try to eat but couldnât. Then go back to the endless assignments. Drink wine at night to numb your brain before the effects of wine lull you to sleep. Â
It was the end of September, the end of the contract, the end of misery, you hoped. You were packing your stuff from the cabin when you noticed an envelope. You wouldâve had dropped it for later, but it was from Paul, so you stopped to read, Â
It was a job offer from a different school. They needed teachers and not office work like the current. You were surprised at how a chance of new job still excited you Â
You went to your apartment and had Paul drive you to the airport, you discussed the next job, it seemed better, but you put that topic aside, I'll apply when I return from Texas.Â
Few more hours and youâre home. Â
-Â
Joel has always been a tough man but how did y/n seep through his heart, breaking the hard exterior was a mystery to him. Â
Hell, he even had shed a tear as he watched you leave that morning. How badly he wanted to run up to you to hold you one last time till you both met again. If you meet again. Â
Every night he twisted and turned in his bed, the memories haunting his mind. The texts and calls came to a halt after a few months. He still waited for your reply, but the texts never came. He hoped and prayed that you were okay even if you were too busy to talk to him. Â
It had been 6 months since you had left. 6 months of absolute misery. 6 months of Sarah and Tommy trying to cheer him up. But he just couldnât. y/n was a part of him, and no contact was eating him alive. Â
He used to stare at the spot in the cafe where you usually stood. He couldnât find iit in himself to step inside the cafe, knowing he might break down. Â
âShoulda stopped her manâ tommy had said a couple timesÂ
Sarah had caught on to your relationship from the way he stopped going out at night, the way Joel had lost his light. Â
 She had confronted him a few days after the unusual bitter change in his attitude and he had admitted without thinking twice. Â
-Â
You were standing on the front porch of your house, hearing your heart thudding in your ears. Sweat covering your palm as you clenched and unclenched your fists, nervous habit.Â
With a trembling hand you knocked on the door. You stood there for a minute or two before the door swung open revealing your mother. She squealed as she took in your form. She lurched at you, engulfing you in a hug. Â
âHi mom,â your voice was strained from the bone crushing hug she had you inÂ
She pulled you inside, stammering about how excited she was, the smile not fading from her face.Â
She turned to see you again and her smile dropped along with the bag she gripped. Â
Moving closer, she grabbed your face as a layer of tears coated her wide eyes, Â
âWhat happened to you?â Her voice was low as her gaze as she examined your entire face. Â
You laughed though it lacked sincerity, you didnât want to worry your mother. âOh, itâs nothing mom, I'm just tired,â Â
You were surprised to see your father was actually glad to see you. The night was relaxing to your mind that went haywire for 6 months straight. Your parents retired to their bedroom, and you returned to yours. Â
A part of you wanted to wait for the next day to meet Joel but the bigger part of you wanted to see him as soon as you could. Â
Your thumbs danced across the keyboard as you thought about the words to say Â
J- âwill you be able to call tonight?â Â
His last message was left on delivered and you felt guilt consuming your mind. You regretted not talking to him, but you were too busy trying to fit in in with a place you werenât welcomed in. Â
After several minutes of contemplating what to text Joel to get him to go to the Haven, you gave up and texted David instead.Â
David was a sweet old man, the owner of the hut close to the strawberry garden.  You were glad Joel had introduced you to each other all those months ago and somewhere in between you had exchanged numbers. Â
You told David to call Joel to his gardens and not to tell him about your return. With an âokayâ as his reply, you sat back and waited for his second text letting you know Joel was there. Â
After an hour later, your phone chimed, Â
David- âheâs hereâ Â
You quickly rushed to the door and hopped in your car. Reaching there wasnât hard since you had memorized the route. Â
You parked your car beside Joel as soon as the hut came into view. The lights were on inside the hut and the blood rushed into your face as you took your steps closer to the door. Â
You saw David coming out of the hut but there was no sign of Joel behind him. You were confused at first. As David came close enough, you askedÂ
âWhereâs he?â Â
âInsideâ but your face was still questioning him, he then added, âdidnât want to interrupt your reunion, kiddoâ Â
You smiled gratefully at him, âthank you, Davidâ Â
âI told him I had a call to attend, now go before his restless soul come out looking for meâ he chuckledÂ
You nodded your head as you continued your journey. The door was slightly ajar as you peaked in. Joel was seated on one of the small sofas. His head was rested on the back of the couch, eyes closed. He looked tired.Â
You smiled at his sight before pushing open the door, Â
His eyes fluttered open at the creaking sound and met yours. Eyes wide, face flushed, mouth agape. It almost looked like the first time you had met. Â
He got up quickly as you entered the small hut,Â
As he drew near to you and grabbed your hands, he uttered your name like a prayer as he tried to convince himself that you were actually here and that he hadn't suddenly started seeing hallucinations of you.Â
âHi, Joelâ the words left your lips and in an instant, he grabbed you by your waist and pulled your flushed against his chest. Tightening his hold on you, as he buried his face in your neck inhaling your scent. As if breathing for the first time again. Â
âGod, I missed you so muchâ his voice wavered, Â
He pulled away, his hand moved from your waist to cradle your face before he littered kisses on your face, on your forehead, your right cheek, your left cheek, your nose, coming to a halt as his lips hovered over yours, it felt like the first time again when you were laying on top of him all the months ago, Â
He gave in as he placed his lips on yours. You both sighed as your lips moved together in perfect harmony. You granted him entrance as his tongue slid into your mouth, his hand holding your face firmly, while the other was tangled in your hair. His lips tasted of cigarettes and whiskey. You missed the taste of strawberries on his lips. Â
All of your exhaustion vanished from your body just being in his arms; he was like a breath of new air. Â
âWhen dâya come back?â he asked as he pulled away, his nose nudging yoursÂ
âTonightâ you replied untangling yourself from him as you moved to the couch, Â
âWait- whereâs David- how did you know I was-â his face was confused, brows furrowed as he followed you, taking a seat beside you. You grinned at him, and like a click all the pieces fell together.Â
âYou set this up?â he asked, eyes wideÂ
You hummed as you let your head fall on his shoulder, hands intertwining like a habit.Â
âHow was everything?â he asked rubbing his thumb over the back of your handÂ
âEh, it was okay, I'm just glad to be home, missed you so muchâ Â
He turned his face enough to kiss the crown of your head, Â
âcouldnât have missed me more than I didâ you heard Joel say,Â
Your mind wandered to how Joel would have missed you, how he texted you and you couldnât reply. As much as you tried to stay in the moment and not let all the bad memories flood in, you squeezed his hand to ground yourself, to tell yourself that youâre home now, you're with Joel and that the worst is over.Â
Joel felt your trembling hands squeeze his and your breathing quickened. He nudged your head on your shoulder. You sat up, bringing your knees to your chest, your arms hugging your legs. Â
His heart shattered when he closely scanned your face. Your cheekbones more prominent, skin was paler than the last time he saw you, you had gotten weak. Your collarbones were protruded out and that's when he saw the locket disappearing inside your shirt. His chest warmed at the thought that you still had it. Â
Subconsciously he reached for the chain and pulled it out, his fingers tracing over his initialÂ
âI never took it off, yâknowâ your words made him look at you and you saw tiredness in his eyes.Â
What had he been through?Â
He let go of the chain as he grabbed your hands and tugged it towards himself. You were confused at first but gave in as you saw a silent plea in his eyes. He helped you sit on his lap. Â
Your cheeks flushed at the close intimacy, sure you had kissed him like this before but after so long, it felt new again. Â
He slid his hand on your hip. He rubbed circles against your skin that revealed, as your skirt had ridden up in the position. He was touch starved, he had spent too long without you, he didnât want to be separated for a second now.Â
With the other hand, he traced his fingers on the side of your face, before gently cradling your face. Â
As if you were communicating with mind, you knew what he was looking at, you knew he was worried about the state of you. Â
âYou werenât okay thereâ his voice was above a whisper, he wasnât asking, he was concluding. it seemed he read your eyes about every day that you spent there,Â
Taking his hand that cradled your face, you pressed a light kiss on his wrist. Another kiss on the rising pulse on his wrist, Â
âIâm okay nowâ despite your efforts of keeping your voice intact, Joel caught on the part where it cracked, Â
âOh, sweetheart,â he pulled you into his chest, your head was hurting by how long you had held back the tearsÂ
His hand on your thigh rubbing your skin and before either of you knew, you had started crying. The way Joel held you so delicately had cracked the walls that kept you from crying. Joel hugged you tightly as you unleashed your past pain. Â
He kept whispering sweet nothings in your ear, Â
Youâre home, youâre okay, youâre safe, itâs okayÂ
After your crying ceased, you pulled away your head from his chest, wiping the tears from your cheeks. Â
With his hands holding you from your waist, you looked down between you as you fiddled with your fingers,Â
âTell me all about it, darlingâ he said quietly, not pushing youÂ
And so, you did. You told him everything without filtering any part. And he listened to everything attentively. You felt his hand tightening and his jaw slackening when you told him about how some people never welcomed you. He wiped tears that silently escaped your eyes without your notice, when it got to painful parts. Â
You felt better, you felt lighter by the time you were done. Â
âThough I don't know if I should take up on Paulâs offer,â Â
âDarling, youâre here to relax, give it time and think about it when youâre well rested,â Â
You hummed, dropping our head on his shoulder. A deep sigh left your lips as you felt his hands tracing up your thigh. Â
You and Joel had never discussed about sex, none of you felt the need to. You both were way too lost in the non-sexual intimacy, but it didn't mean you never wanted to explore Joel beneath the garments he wore. Sure, there had been silent touches like this but that was it. Â
Joelâs touch awoke goosebumps on your skin as you shivered lightly. You turned your head on his shoulder and your gaze fell to the clock. 2:15. Â
You quickly faced Joel, Â
âJoel, itâs 2:15! Does Sarah know youâre out?â Â
His heavy tired eyes held so much adoration at your worry about Sarah, Â
âYes, she went to bed, told her not to wait for meâ Â
He leaned in and kissed your lips, âcome over tomorrow nightâ he mumbled, Â
You giggled, âyou know we canâtâ you kissed him, as if you were drunk on his lipsÂ
He pulled away, getting a whine from you, smiling âI mean you leave your house anyway, we could hang out at my place,â Â
You blinked at him, not finding any issue with that, except âbut this is our placeâ Â
âAnd it will be, just wanna treat you real nice, yâknow-âÂ
âJoel miller, are you asking me out for a date?â you teasedÂ
He closed his eyes, smiling and nodding, âI'm tryinâ darlinââ Â
You pecked the corner of his mouth, âokayâ Â
You got up off his lap, âdo you think thereâs water in here?â you asked as you went further inside the hut, Â
âDavid said itâs in the fridge, can you bring me too?â He called out but you had forgotten water as you looked at how beautiful the hut was. It was made of all wood. There was a small bedroom in the corner, the kitchen wasnât spacious either, but the window opened to a field. You wondered why David stopped living here.Â
 You turned around to check the fridge when you saw a picture of a couple stuck on the fridge, it was David with his arms around his wife. You had never met her, but she was beautiful.Â
You took the picture in your hand as you swiped your thumb across the small portrait. David looked younger than he was now. The smiles they displayed were too pure and kind. You wondered what their love story would have gone through-Â
âHey,â Joelâs soft call startled you regardless of his efforts of not scaring you,Â
âOh-hi, sorry I just got sidetracked by their picture,â you apologized as you poured yourself and him water, Â
After a casual conversation in the kitchen, you both went home with a promise of a date tomorrow.Â
-Â
  Your hands trembled as you put on lipstick. You were nervous and you werenât even exactly sure why. Maybe the fact that you had a wet dream about him just an hour before you have to meet him. Â
You had met Joel a thousand times but having a proper date, that too in his house was not something you had anticipated when you returned to the town. Â
Your body was restless as you moved around the room looking for things. Your mind kept flashing the events from your dreams. You smoothed your hands down your dress one last time as you looked in the mirror. Â
Red frock with thin shoulder straps hugged your curves perfectly and ended just above your knee. You wore your matching heels as you descended from the stairs. Â
Your mother was in the kitchen making dinner when you sneaked up on her, Â
âMom, I'm going to my friendâs she invited me for dinnerâ you informedÂ
She took a double take looking at you, âhoney, is it a fancy gathering?â Â
You never really dressed up on friendsâ dinner, âum yeah, sort ofâ Â
You drove to Joelâs place; your palms were sweaty. You knew it was risky, so you parked the car at a distance from his house. You walked quickly, hiding your face, you rang the bell and stood back, your hands gripping the purse tight. Â
Joel opened the door as if he was already waiting by it, Â
âHey- oh my God,â his eyes travelled from your head down to your toes, his breath hitched. He was completely speechless at how gorgeous you looked standing in front of him, Â
You felt flustered under his intense gaze as he shook his head snapping himself from the reverie as he stepped aside, extending his hand for you to take, Â
âCome in, mâladyâ Â
âOh?â you giggled, taking his hand âyour southern charm is kicking inâ Â
âDarlinâ I saved the best for night like these,â his hand was on the small of your back as he guided you into the living room, Â
âIs y/n here, dad?â you heard Sarah calling from her bedroom, Â
âDamn right she isâ he marveled as he placed a kiss on your forehead, mumbling heâll be back in a minuteÂ
You took that small moment to check out Joel's house. It was warm and welcoming. Probably homier than your own. Â
ây/n!â you heard Sarah squeal as she threw herself on you Â
You caught her as she hugged you, âGod, I missed you so much!â her voice muffled Â
âI missed you too so much,â your arms tightened around herÂ
You both sat on the couch, ây/n, I'm so glad youâre back, dad was totally losing itâ the revelation made your heart skip a beat, Â
âWhat do you mean?â your brows furrowedÂ
âUh- yâknow he was really stressed, like a cloud always hanging on his head, even Uncle tommy figured it was because of you-â Â
âSarah, what are you still doing here? Stacy and her dad are waiting for you outside-â Joel emerged from the kitchenÂ
âYeah- yeah I was just going dadâ she said before looking at you, âI'll see you soon, right?â Â
âYeah of course! Weâll catch up later, have fun!â Â
-Â
You and Joel sat at the table eating your dinner in a comfortable silence. You complimented his cooking, making him blush. When you both were done eating, you started to collect plates.Â
âNo, Joel, I've got it, no big dealâ you protestedÂ
âDarling, I canât have you dealing with dishes, not when youâre looking drop dead gorgeousâ he collected some dishes himself as he followed you in the kitchenÂ
âIts fiiineâ you sangÂ
You stood in front of the sink, ready to wash the dishes when a pair of hands grabbed your waist and gently pushed you to the side, Â
âJusâ sit there and look pretty for meâ he smirked as he pointed his chin toward the dining tableÂ
âI can sit right here-â you hopped on the counter nearby before making sure it was clean, legs dangling as you watched him do the dishes. Sarahâs words ringing in your head, Â
It was oddly domestic and surprisingly it felt natural. You had the glass of unfinished wine in your hand which you sipped as you watched Joel. You replayed the dream in your head, how the curve of his nose nudged your skin as his lips caressed the skin of your tummy, moving down to-Â
âEnjoyinâ the view?â he countered Â
âYeah, it's so goodâ you smirkedÂ
He dried his hands on the towel before making his way to you, âso, where were we?â His voice was low as he came closer. You subconsciously opened your legs to fit him in between. His slutty waist was even sluttier than what you saw in your dreamsÂ
His hands found their place on your waist, âdid I tell you looked so beautiful?â his breath fanned over your lipsÂ
âYeah, you didâ you were shying away and avoiding eye contact by the way you were so turned on. You just wanted him to rip your clothes apart and just fuck you-Â
âHey,â his firm voice cut through your thoughts as he took the glass from you to put it aside, âlook at meâ he demanded, and you obeyed.Â
His eyes were dark with love and lust, the look alone pooled heat between your legs. You remembered the look he gave you in your dream as he fucked you relentlessly. You nibbled your lower lip from keeping your thoughts to yourself. But your lustrous eyes had given away Â
âWhatâs on your mind?â he asked, he knew but he still asked. Though it was written all over your face Â
âN-nothing-â you stammeredÂ
He tutted, âno lies, darlingâ Â
You sighed as he led your hands to the back of his neck, Â
âJoel I-â you werenât sure if it was right to share your thoughts, what if he doesnât like you off clothes what if-Â Â
He read you like an open book, âNone of that,â he gripped your chin, so you looked straight dead into his eyes, âcalm your mind, honeyâ your mouth agape as how did he read your mind, Â
He leaned in and captured your lips, Â
âTell me what you need,â his kisses left you mouth as he trailed down the side of your neckÂ
âSay it, I'll make it come trueâ he nipped and licked your sensitive spot on your neckÂ
âYou, Joelâ you gripped his shirt as he sucked a bruise beneath your ear,Â
âMe what?â his kisses were feverish, intense, you couldn't hold it back any longerÂ
âI need you, Joelâ Â
You closed your eyes scared if you had crossed the line, but there was Joel again making you face him, cradling your faceÂ
âThen youâll have meâ Â
You gasped at his words as his hands travel to your shoulder straps which he pulled down. He kissed his way down to your arm. Â
You couldn't help but squirm in his hold making him groan, ârelax baby, will treat ya real niceâ Â
Suddenly he picked you as he carried you to his bedroom without breaking the kiss. Â
As soon as he reached the bedroom, he didnât bother turning on the light letting the moonlight illuminate the bedroom. Â
He set you on the floor, as he pulled away from the kiss, he turned you around as whispered in your ear, âmay I?â as his fingertips found the zipper on your backÂ
You bit your bottom lip as you nodded frantically, aching for his touch, Â
âWordsâ his voice dominantÂ
âYes, please Joelâ you meweled Â
He unzipped the dress, letting his fingers trail on the skin it exposed. Once done, he let the dress pool on your feet. Â
You tried to turn around to face him but his hands on your hips stopped you. He began kissing your shoulder blades, leaving butterfly kisses till he reached your neck, his hand travelled from your waist to your front, Â
Moving slowly, teasingly to trace the bottom of your breasts. He traced the lace of your lingerie, Â
âYou knew weâd get here tonight?â he whispered Â
âI hoped toâ you admittedÂ
 Enough of having his teases you grasped his hands in yours as you put them on your bra covered breasts. He grunted as he played with your boobs,Â
He carefully unhooked your bra before turning you around. His breath hitched as he took in your form,Â
âGod youâre so-â he traced your boobs delicately, âso fucking beautifulâ he breathed as he pulled you in for a kiss as he moved towards the bed, Â
âLie down for me darlingâ he saysÂ
You did as he said and placed yourself on the bed, feeling bold you played with your boobs as you whimpered. He let out a strained sound as he watched you. Â
He fumbled with his buttons as he tried to unbutton his shirt as quickly as he could, he threw his flannel followed by his jeansÂ
As soon as he was done, he crawled up on you, smashing his lips. His hands squeezing your boobs. His lips left yours as he trailed his lips south. He kissed your neck, then moving down he took one of your boobs in his mouth. You cried his name at the feeling. His hand squeezed your ass as his tongue rolled over your nipple. He lightly bit your nipple earning another strangled moan from you, he paid the same attention to the other boob. Â Â
His placed kissed on your stomach as he moved down and stopped right above your panties. Â
âDirty girl, youâve already stained your panties, I havenât even touched you there yetâ Â
âJoel pleaseâ you arched your back, just wanting him to take off the border between your aching heat and his touchÂ
âSince you asked so nicely,â he hooked his fingers on the sides of your panties as he yanked them down, Â
he pulled you to the edge of the bed as he kneeled down Â
âAll this for me?â he asked as he gawked at the juices you had spilled just by his kisses and touchesÂ
âAll for you, please touch meâ Â
He smirked, âso eager huh?â he said but whatever answer you had in mind was converted into a moan as he swiped his tongue along your pussyÂ
He moaned and your mind went dizzy at his sound, Â
âYou taste so good, baby,â Â
He licked all the juices, eating you out like a starved man. He flickered his tongue on your entrance pulling out a streak of moans from you, âoh you like that?â as he repeated his actionÂ
He put his finger inside you without a warning, receiving a gasp from you. His mouth not leaving your pussy as he started to pump his finger in and out. He hummed as you tugged at his hair tightly. Â
You could feel the tightening in your stomach as you moaned his nameÂ
Just like the first, he plunged his middle finger in, without a warning, âyou were a moaning mess above him,Â
âIâm close Joel, so closeâÂ
He curled his fingers hitting just the right spot as he commanded Â
âCum in my mouth darlingâ Â
His permission was all you needed before the coil snapped and you came all over his face and he drank in every drop.Â
You covered your face with both hands as embarrassment coated you. Â
Joel crawled back up, âhey, hey, let me look at the girl who just gave me a trip to heavenâ he removed your hands from your face, pining them above your headÂ
He kissed you and you moaned, tasting yourself on your lips. You freed your hand from his hand as you sneaked it in between both of your bodies as you grabbed his hard member from his briefs, Â
âHis turn, now?â you smirked up at him Â
âHe just wants to be inside youâ he rolled his clothed core to your pussyÂ
âOh please,â you moaned just by the thought of itÂ
He got rid of the briefs and swiped his fingers on your pussy to collect the juices on his fingers as he stroke his member. Â
Your eyes were wide as you took in its length, suddenly nervous, and Joel saw it Â
âJoel I-â Â
âDon't worry sweetheart, youâll take it I knowâ Â
He nudged the tips of his cock to your entrance, his eyes silently asking for permission before he slowly pushed in. Your breath quickened as he moved his way in Â
Just as you thought he was in, Â
âAlmost there, just a bit moreâ his voice came inÂ
There was more?Â
He rubbed your clit with his fingers as he pushed in until he bottomed out. Â
He gave you a minute to adjust to his size before you squirmed, Â
âJoel moveâÂ
He pulled all the way out before slamming back in swift motion, Â
âFaster, Joelâ Â
âYouâre taking me so well,â you heard him gruntÂ
You moaned as he picked up more pace, feeling his balls hit your inner thighs as he pushed in. He grunted as he maintained his pace. You could feel your second climax approaching Â
He brought his lips to yours, swallowing every noise that you made. The bed rattled against the wall as he slammed into you. Your hands clasped his shoulders, making sure to leave half-moons on his skin with our nails.Â
âJoel, I'm closeâ you gaspedÂ
âI can feel you clenching around me, hungh it's so good, baby you're so goodâ he kept praising you Â
The pleasure and pain combined was too much. He slipped his hand between your connected bodies as he rubbed your clit. Â
Your eyes opened wide, and your climax skyrocketed. You were chanting his name like a prayer, âpleasepleaseplease Joel let me cum,â Â
He stayed silent as he continued his sweetest torture on your clit, grunting every other minute,Â
You shook your head, tears forming from pleasure he was giving you, but you just wanted to let go, Â
âJoel-â you croaked,Â
âLet it go, darlingâ he whispered, and you came undone right then and thereÂ
Joelâs fingers didnât leave your pussy and rode your high until you were done. Only then he pulled out his cock and spilled over your lower stomach and inner thighs. Â
He flopped on the bed face first beside you. Â
The room was silent except for your heavy breathing. After lying limp for a while, Joel rose from the bed, a smile gracing your lips at the sight of naked Joel running to the bathroom. Â
Having closed your eyes, you didnât feel him returning until you felt the damp cloth on your inner thigh. You flinched at the contact with your over stimulated pussy. Â
You watched him with hooded eyes, too lazy to say anything. Â
Your breath caught in your throat as you felt his lips placing a kiss on your clit once before cleaning the mess and tossing the cloth away. Â
He was quick to return by your side, engulfing you in his arms, you felt content, you felt loved, you felt at home. Â
âWish you could stay the nightâ Joel murmured in your earÂ
Your back to his chest, you traced your fingers on his arms that hugged you. âI wish so, tooâ you replied quietly, Â
You both had the same thing in mind, one month till you left. Â
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i like how on winterssera iâm the sakura wh*re but over here iâm more of a chaewon wh*re smfmsmfmd got to love the duality!
but ANYWAY, everyoneâs birthday posts are invalidâŚ. that little femdom only wants you tied and helpless hours on hours! her present would be a personal fleshtoy (and borderline punching bag? w/ consent tho) hehehe ((also she obv had to film it too, her directorâs debut!)
no because i truly love you for that voekfoefj and we will both be your loyal suppliers! also loving the pictures that come with it?;!(&
she gets home and sees you naked and you proceed to tell her that she can use you however she wanted, and sheâs so excited ughh her only birthday wish would be to ruin you for hours on end :(
sheâd ask to record, obviously. this is a one in a lifetime opportunity! what is she going to get off to when youâre not around? she could do anything she wanted to you, of course she would want to keep it
having your hands tied up to the bedframe, legs spread like a good girl for her just so she can do whatever she want to you ughh!! sheâd probably start by touching herself, playing with her clit in front of you, maybe grinding on your thigh as youâre squirming, begging and pleading to please let you touch her. sheâd make you look straight at the phoneâs camera for herrr :(
âlook at the camera for me baby, show off how much of a slut you are for me.â
then sheâd maybe rub her pussy on yours omg⌠going at the slowest most painful speed she could, getting you so wet and needyy for her. youâre being too noisy, youâve been whining about wanting to touch her ever since she started, her nerves causing her to slap you whenever you say anything to her⌠or maybe digging her nails in your thighs and arms, scratching you.. :< sheâd give so many bruises and marks omgomgomg..
âcan you just shut the fuck up and let me do what i need to do, y/n.â she grunts out, grinding her cunt on yours, lewd noises coming from the contact of both of your cores!! and if you donât buck your hips enough to her liking? oh she wrecks you.. calling you a useless whore and grabbing your face, forcing you to count the amount of times she slaps you across the face for being disobedient⌠sheâs being so rude to you!! and she knew it just made it harder for you to keep your composure.. she thinks itâs sososo cute seeing you like this, helpless, under her mercy. sheâd gently play with your pussy, too, just to see you whine and whimper me thinks :(
oh and you know the cute little candles you put on the nightstand to set the mood? yeah now sheâs using those on you! pouring the burning candlewax on your sensitive skin, earning a loud whimper or moan from you as she giggles, watching you squirm underneath her. she thought you looked so adorable like this, vulnerable and all hers. she just knows sheâs going to rewatch the video a bunch of times later<3
would definitely sit on your face afterwards, she just doesnât care if the position is uncomfortable for you, she just wants to use your pretty mouth for something thatâs actually useful, getting her off. grinding on your face, god she just couldnât care less about you not being able to breathe!! plus, it would keep you quiet :((
after cumming multiple times though, sheâd finish up and be all giggly and happy as sheâs turning off the recording, giving you kisses all over your body and face as you wish her a happy birthday, sheâd go to sleep all cheerful, already looking forward to next yearâs birthday<3
sorry i got carried away wayyy too much this ended up longer than i expected fkdkfkd also equally as sorry for just randomly including candlewax play i hope itâs okay that i did, i COULDNâT help it!!
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Pairing:Â ProHero!DynaMight | Katsuki Bakugo x Puppygirl!Reader
Word count:Â 3,331
Series Content Warnings: Little bit of a slow start... Graphic Depictions of Past Abuse & Trauma Response | Profuse Usage of Pet Names / All-around Softness | Bakugo Experienced Work-Related Trauma (causing near deafness, being put on leave from the agency, PTSD) | Eventual smut⢠(will be tagged in individual chapters - to include but not limited to KiriBaku, HybridxHybrid, Hybrid heat trope, sex toy usage).
*Not proofread.
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Katsuki Bakugo wasnât an undisciplined person in any way and anyone who had ever spent more than five minutes with the man would know it, back at UA his classmates knew it. His attitude and showmanship justifiable by his actions: hard work, determination to be the best at anything, unwavering confidence. So, it was no surprise that when he was presented with something that made him nervous, left him restless in bed having only gotten around five hours of solid sleep (unacceptable), that he dove head-first into internet research into hybrids, into the rescue facility itself â any reliable informative source Katsuki could get his hands on... he devoured all with a ravenous mind. Â
He learned that there is a largely biological difference between hybrids and those with an animal quirk. He learned that there are hybrids of different biological levels â some he learned were bred or trained to lean more into their animal natures, while others acted similarly to those with animal quirks (largely human with animal likeness or simple qualities) â the bigger difference being they were still highly susceptible to the whims of their animal DNA (i.e., still driven by instinct, still at the mercy of their biological clocks as present in their hybrid DNA in regard to migratory urges, mating patterns... things of a more engrained nature). He knew now that something he needed to consider was what would be best for him â a hybrid that, like TetsuTetsu was fiercely like his hybrid side but if you didnât notice the ears and tail at first would just mistake him for a high-strung human, or one that while appearing mostly human would be more aligned with their animal side internally â Katsuki decided heâd wait and see what was suggested at the meeting he had set for later in the evening at the rescue facility. He read up on the efforts of the facility and was nothing less than impressed by their work to rescue, rehabilitate and facilitate safe adoption for their hybrids, but also all of their compiled free resources to learn more about anything one could think of in regards to hybrids, as well as offering in-person classes to be exposed further to important topics and nuances of hybrid life and ownership â classes, Katsuki noted, he would have to take before being chosen to take home a hybrid.
The rest of the morning was a blur of Katsuki half in, half out of consciousness due to his lack of sleep. He moved around the house way too fatigued but managed to make a simple stir-fry in the morning just to get something into his body, and later giving in to his needs and taking a two-hour nap before waking up to shower, and get ready for the first meeting at the rescue facility to get the process started... and though he held a lot of uncertainty he was also looking forward to something like this â something that might help him not feel so alone.Â
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Katsuki was just half-watching a street food documentary series when he heard his phone ping! with a message notification. Â
3:37 P.M. [Shitty Hair] Hey dude! TetsuTetsu and I are on our way to pick you up... he wanted to come and see some of his friends.
3:39 P.M. [Blasty Boy] Whatever as long as the rockhead doesnât drool on me.
3:45 P.M. [Shitty Hair] Awe are you wanting to make a good first impression Bakubro? So cute~
Katsuki slammed his phone down, a burning pink tinge to the tips of his ears as he grumbled to himself at the last message. Â
He just didnât want to look dirty for the interview.
Another hour had passed before Kirishima finally texted that he was down in front of Katsukiâs building waiting for him, which prompted the blonde to thumb through the folder he had with all the requested documents, glancing at each page for the fifth time again before deciding he hadnât forgotten anything. He threw on a well-worn leather jacket over his casual outfit and stepped into his boots, taking a final look behind him before stuffing his wallet into his pocket where his phone already sat, and heading out the door with a final click of the automatic door lock.
In the elevator his body felt like a can of compressed air thrown into a fire â ready to burst â but he just took in slow breaths (agency sanctioned therapy) and as he reached the lobby and made his way out, he walked toward the dark sportscar that awaited him, seeing the back window rolled halfway down with TetsuTetsuâs excited face glancing around at the few people on the street until he saw Katsuki.
âHey, heeeey! Bakugo!â TetsuTetsu was shouting out the window at the manâs approach and Bakugo simply rolled his eyes at the annoying display. Opening the door and sliding into the front passenger seat just as TetsuTetsu was shouting another round of greetings out the window at him.
âShut up ya damn brick head!â Bakugo growled out, âdonât you have a damn shred of self-control?â
âPlenty!â TetsuTetsu replied, sitting back against the seat with an excited bounce, nearly jumping out of his skin to see Bakugo... even if he just saw him last week.
âTch,â Bakugo scowled, but Kirishima picked up on the slight quirk to the corner of his friend's lips as he pulled the seatbelt across his chest. âDumbass acting like he hasnât seen me in years.â
âReady to go, dude?â Kirishima beamed at his friends who only answered with a quiet grunt. The drive to the facility was about 45 minutes from Katsukiâs apartment, and he took notice of how the further they drove the scenery changed so drastically for such a short distance. Larger skyscrapers and bustling paved streets giving way to more rural, residential areas until he saw the large facility come into view. Katsuki had been in this area before but never noticed the expansive property even one time. It was partially hidden behind rows of trees, and there was a long, looping driveway to reach the front of the facility. Â
âTetsuTetsu and I come here to volunteer a lot,â Kirishima finally broke the silence from the ride, âhe likes to come and see some of his friends and socialize, and I help as an acting liaison since a lot of hero work does include rescuing hybrids either from disaster zones, or worse situations.â Â
âI never knew that,â Katsuki added, though he had his share of hybrid rescue situations, he never once contemplated where they went after they were taken away â he wondered if they all came to a safe place like what was before him. âAlso never knew that you had so much damn free time on your hands to come play around with puppies and shit...â Katsuki walked past the doors as they parted automatically, Kirishima laughed, walking behind him with a shit-eating grin knowing his friends was playing his emotions off cooler than he was feeling. Knowing what he knew of his friend, he was more nervous than anything and that made Kirishima hopeful for Bakugoâs recovery. Whatever that future held, he was certain, as he watched his friendâs back while he walked toward the center desk where a staff member was waiting to greet them, that he wouldnât be alone and everything would be okay. Â
Knowing Bakugo, he knew it wouldnât be an easy process â but he could see the future becoming a brighter shade with each step.
âAh, welcome back Red Riot!â The staff member beamed excitedly, âand welcome Mr. DynaMight!â She added, âand our little TetsuTetsu! Look how big youâve gotten!â TetsuTetsu had a smile that took over his whole face as he puffed out his chest at the praise, allowing the woman to give a scratch at the top of his head between his tall ears.
âAlright Bakugo, youâre in good hands with Hina! TetsuTetsu and I are going to be in the common area, weâll probably see you later once youâre given the tour. Text me if you need anything!â Kirishima was being dragged off by TetsuTetsu who was excitedly going on about who he wanted to see, his silver tail wagging so fast it blurred behind him. Hina got Bakugoâs attention, walking away to lead him toward the meeting room where he was going to be interviewed by the director, go over the paperwork and make copies of the documents he brought, thankful that this was all laid out in the call when he made the appointment â Bakugo liked to be as prepared as possible walking into new situations.
Hina had dismissed herself as she showed Bakugo where he could grab a snack or coffee, tea, water â she offered him everything even as he declined, certain anything that would go into him at this moment would come right back out. He was told the director was running a bit late but should be with him in about ten minutes. He was fine to have the room to himself to calm down, he could feel his palms slickening the more anxious he got and the last thing he wanted to do was blast the damn director with a handshake.
Maybe he did want that tea.
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Across the facility in the common room Kirishima was crowded by his normal little friends, excitedly saying hello and telling him about their recent activities since his last visit. His eyes scanned for TetsuTetsu he noticed was frozen to the spot where in stood just in the doorway that led out to the garden. He followed the hybridâs gaze to a small puppy hybrid curled up underneath a tree bathed in speckled sunlight. Kirishima watched as TetsuTetsu walked out into the garden with tentative steps and saw the puppy hybridâs wide eyes shoot up toward him.
What a beautiful little creature.
He took in how small you were compared to most other hybrids heâs met so far (aside from the very smallest types), noting that you would definitely only come up to just under his chest, similarly compared to Bakugo a few inches higher on him at the center of his chest - maybe. Your ears were tall points atop your head, and the large, fluffy tail behind you started to give slow thumps as you watched TetsuTetsu approach. Kirishima observed his hybrid sit and pull you into his lap, rubbing his cheek atop your head and watching as your body shook a little, light catching a glistening on your cheek just before it was thumbed away. You shook your head, palming away the tears before giving a beaming smile up at TetsuTetsu whose tail was wagging wildly looking down at you, but Kirishima could see it.
The way the smile didnât reach your eyes.
He spent more time with the hybrids gathered in the common room, always keeping an eye on his hybrid and the new little companion. Kirishima was soon being pulled multiple ways by hybrids and staff alike to help where it was needed getting lost in the bustle of what normally came with spending time at the hybrid facility â work. It was a brief moment when his eyes darted back out into the garden where he didnât see you or TetsuTetsu that Kirishimaâs whole body went cold with nerves before he settled himself, knowing that even if you both wandered the place you were in was safe. He just always felt better having eyes on TetsuTetsu since he brought him home. It was when he heard a familiar laugh that he noticed you both sitting in front of a T.V. watching Pro Hero fights, TetsuTetsu exclaiming loudly at each incredible move, and you curled up into TetsuTetsuâs lap looking so contented just to share space with someone. Kirishima decided to walk over and introduce himself, but with the way he noticed your eyes always darting around, watching the way your body jumped â just slightly â at each louder than normal noise... he knew he had to approach you carefully than most.
âHey buddy,â Kirishima called out, lowering his normal boisterous tone to a gentler level, âwhatâcha watching?â
âAh Eijiro! Look, look, look!â TetsuTetsu almost threw you out of his lap if he didnât have an arm hooked around your body holding you to him. âItâs an old Fourth Kind fight!â TetsuTetsuâs tail was whipping behind him with a furious thump seeing the fight. You were leant against his chest with your cheek squished by his shoulder as your eyes studied the huge red-headed Pro standing nearby. Kirishima gave you a bright smile but noticed the way your eyes widened, he wondered if it was the sharp teeth or just being noticed by someone new, he kept his eyes on you with a kind expression on his face as he got TetsuTetsuâs attention back, âHey bud â whoâs your little friend?â
âAh!â TetsuTetsu tightened his grip on you as he turned his body slightly to show more of you. âThis is Tiny!â Kirishima knelt down on the floor, squatting with his butt against his legs to be less of an impending sight to you.
âTiny huh? Is that really your name?â Kirishima kept the smile on his face, kept his tone gentle and noticed the way you shook your head slowly, but then shrugged â TetsuTetsu popping back into the conversation with a quick, âI call her Tiny because she is! Also, because she said she didnât have one...â TetsuTetsu trailed off, attention being piqued again by the Pro Hero fight on the T.V. but Kirishima and you were having a staring contest, your ears and cheeks dusted a light pink as you rested your chin on TetsuTetsuâs shoulder. Â
âIf itâs okay to ask,â Kirishima wanted to grab you from his hybrid and curl you up in his arms himself with how cute you looked at the moment, but knew he had to swallow down those feelings. âYou donât have a name?â
âMm,â you shrugged, ânot one I care to have.â
âHave you ever thought about choosing one for yourself?â Kirishima tested the waters, and it seemed you relaxed more around him now than when he first walked over, but you still stole tentative glances at TetsuTetsu for reassurance.
You slowly shook your head, ânot really â not if everyone is gonna call me something different anyway.â
The way you said that made Kirishimaâs blood turn, but he didnât let it affect his interaction with you, opting to keep the smile and calm demeanor going, âWhat do you like to be called most?â Kirishima saw you falter for a moment, probably never having been asked that question before.
âI like when Tetsu calls me Tiny,â the warm smile lit up your face so beautifully, âand almost everyone else I know just calls me Puppy because... Iâm a puppy, or really lots of other names too...â your voice got softer a trailed off at the end. Kirishima could see something brewing behind your eyes but didnât push it further as you rubbed behind your neck a little nervously.
âIs it okay for me to call you eith-â Kirishima could get his full sentence out before you just grinned widely and nodded your head. Â
âMâokay with anything if it isnât mean,â you say softly, and Kirishima thinks his heart is going to explode.
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Across the facility at the tail end of the interview Bakugo thought his heard was going to explode just the same.
âWell, Mr. Bakugo Iâm thoroughly impressed with how youâve answered my questions, and asked your own,â the facility director was thumbing through her own notes and the documents Bakugo had brought with him ensuring all was in order. âIâve never had an adoption prospect be as informed and prepared as youâve made yourself which is wholly impressive and says so much about how youâd go into owning a hybrid â truly impressed,â the woman was nodding and repeating herself but Bakugo wasnât hearing a definitive yes to moving forward so he kept waiting with bated breath. âIâd like to take you for a tour of our facility and tell you more about our efforts, and what you can expect moving forward in this program, and we can meet some of the hybrids who are probably out wandering in the common room at this time as well.â Bakugo simply nodded in a daze, heart rate starting to slow back to a normal pace as he started to collect himself, following the director out of the meeting room and into a long stretch of hallway as she went on about the facilities history and all of what they offer for the hybrids in their care â all information Bakugo had read up on but hearing it as he toured the grounds was still enlightening.
Upon reaching a more open area that the director called the common room he took in the mild bustle of the room, hybrids of all types wandering, lounging and laughing with each other and staff alike. Â
âSo, this is our common area where a lot of the hybrids who are suited for group environments come to socialize and spend their time,â the director drew Bakugoâs attention to the gorgeous garden they had, as well as a small food garden run by some of the facilities bunny hybrids who also helped out in the kitchen â they were a little skittish but super still super kind to show Bakugo around their garden. He also met a few wolf hybrids like TetsuTetsu, a cougar, two cats and a koi fish hybrid lounging in a large, open clearwater pond on the far end of the garden but what really caught Bakugoâs attention was on the other side of the garden in a separate part of the common room â more hybrids were lounging around at tables, but in front of a T.V. where old Pro Hero fight tapes were playing he saw Kirishimaâs too large body sunk into a bean bag chair with TetsuTetsu curled up against his side, with a smaller form squished between them, mostly on Kirishimaâs chest, nuzzled into his neck.
âOh - thatâs a sight that makes me happy,â the director sighed, sharing the same sight Bakugo was taking in. âThatâs our newest hybrid, though she originally came to us just a short while before TetsuTetsu did she was also adopted out shortly after Mr. Kirishima took our TetsuTetsu in, but sheâs had a hard time being placed with the right person â she's been surrendered back to us three time in the last year â she's had a rough go of it but always ends up seeking out the right people it seems.â Bakugo was drawn in to the three sleeping forms, walking closer until he was just a foot or so away. TetsuTetsu was snuggled into Kirishimaâs side, mouth hanging open with the drool of a deep sleep. Kirishima was snoring lightly and had a hand brought up to wrap around the smaller form laying atop him. When his eyes laid on you, a little puppy hybrid with soft ears, tall, little triangles even as you slept, a big fluffy tail and an unnerving amount of old healed scars on the exposed skin he could see. Your face looked so peaceful, lashes shadowing on your cheeks, eyebrows drawn together in your sleep as if your dream bothered you, even a little kick of your leg across Kirishimaâs stomach as you shifted in your sleep.
Something in Bakugo reached out from inside of him, his mind or his heart he couldnât tell the difference â all he knew was that this feeling was one he couldnât easily shake. He didnât know if it was because you just looked like you needed protecting, or because the director said you were returned three times and heâs never turned down a challenge, but Bakugo now had his mark set on you â you are who he wanted to know more about, to bring home and keep safe, and he would jump through any hoops to make that happen.
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Where you left me Trigger warnings for PTSD, mentions of war, torture, flashbacks etc. Bucky Barnes x F Reader Chapter 2 4900 words fluff, angst, comfort. 18+ MDNI
You decide that something has to be done about Bucky's suit in the tower.
âGet some rest now, sweetheartâ Y/N suggests calmly, hands making easy work of stroking his hair back from his sweat dampened brow, âIâm not going anywhere without yaâ, I promiseâ
Bucky offers her a feeble nod of agreement, his fingers furl in the fabric of her top, as he tries his best to obey, to clear his mind and sleep, even if he doubts heâll manage to stay unconscious for long, with the adrenaline thatâs still rushing through his veins.
3 hours is what he manages. Heâs still, and relatively peaceful, until a little after 6am, when Y/N is woken by the odd convulsing of his body.
Sheâs familiar with the routine by now. She understands that means she has to wake him, she knows it means heâs reliving something terrible, and that if she leaves him to come round from it alone, heâll spend hours recovering in some kind of fragile half-state, panic stricken and barely blinking without being directly asked to do so.
âBuckyâ she murmurs, âWake up, youâre okay, itâs alrightâ
He startles at the sound of her voice, and almost throws himself out of the bed when her palms flatten on his cheeks.
Again, his response is familiar. That doesnât make it any less heart-wrenching, though.
Seeing the blatant terror on his face, feeling him hyperventilating, and trying so hard, not to call out, or beg for mercy, is always going to cause a deep seeded ache to spread through Y/Nâs chest, no matter how often she goes through it with him, or how much he tells her that having her there, makes it more bearable from his perspective.
âI-Iâm sorryâ he grunts at last, âIâŚIâm sorryâ
She shakes her head slowly, curling her fingers over his jaw as he continues trying to steady his breathing.
âIâm okayâ Bucky whispers, when he finally looks back at her face, âDid I hurt you, doll?â
Y/N tilts her head, watching the way his gaze is flickering over her shoulders, over the inch of bare skin showing above her vest,
âNoâ she promises, bringing her arms up, and out from under the covers so he can inspect them, too, âI swear, sweetheart, Iâm fineâ
He considers her seriously for a minute, before offering her a shy nod, and running his metal hand back through his hair with a huff.
âLetâs go?â Y/N prompts, suddenly eager to get him back to his own environment, âIâll pack a bag, you can grab a coffee for the road?â
Blue eyes focus on her face almost instantly.
Heâs checking if sheâs serious, she realises, heâd either forgotten about the plan theyâd made earlier, or heâd thought sheâd been lying in an attempt to help him calm down.
âYou meant that?â he croaks, genuinely surprised, âYouâll come back with me? and- and youâll stay?â
Hope, something dangerously close to hope is swelling in his chest at the mere possibility of her having been sincere in offer to accompany him back to the tower, he takes another breath, and holds it, half expecting her to laugh, to tell him heâs misunderstood-
âOf course I meant it, Buckyâ
-Oh, god-
The air leaves his lungs as he grins, bashful but desperately pleased.
âI.. I thought I-â
âI love youâ Y/N cuts in, wanting to get moving, to get him settled again, despite the pleased expression heâs now donning, she canât help but think he still seems awfully on-edge, âI love you, and I meant every wordâ
âOh, god, doll I- I love you too, I- I love you so much I- Iâll make this up to yaâ-Iâll- I swear I- god, I- I just, I- I love-â
This time, itâs a kiss that silences him. Hot and gentle and real against his lips.
When she finally pulls away, heâs breathless, and more than ready to nod, and follow her suggestion regarding readying himself to leave.
It takes 2 hours for them to pack, grab breakfast (even though Barnes refuses to eat, opting for coffee instead) and arrive at AVENGERS tower, with one full duffle bag in hand.
Itâs in Buckyâs hand, to be precise. Heâd refused Y/Nâs numerous offers to carry it herself, barely sparing her a scoff as heâd gripped it in his metal fingers, so his flesh ones, that were still hot from the drink heâd just finished could curl easily around her own.
âAre you sure you donât want your own room, doll?â he asks, looking at her from the corner of his eye, âI⌠Iâd understand-really-â
âDo you want me to have my own room?â she counters, quirking her brow, âIâve told you, Iâm more than happy with you, sweetheart- but, if you want space, I-â
He stops, dropping the bag on the floor, rummaging in the pockets of his leather jacket for a swipe card-
âI donât want spaceâ he grumbles, looking almost ashamed as he lets go of her hand, ânot from youâ
Y/N tilts her head, expression softening as he lets out a frustrated breath- Heâs shaking, he canât find the card in his inside pocket-
She slips her hand over his, stilling his movements.
âThen Iâll stay with youâ
He looks at her seriously, before nodding a fraction, and mumbling something about the âdamn keyâ he still canât find.
âHereâ she murmurs, smiling a little as she reaches around his waist, into the back pocket of his jeans, pulling out his thin leather wallet.
She flips it open, and pulls out the blank, grey card she knows opens the door.
The âthank youâ he gives her is through gritted teeth. She tries not to roll her eyes as he heaves the bag back up, so he can bring it over the threshold into his room.
Y/N follows behind, sealing them both inside the space with a dull but reassuring click.
âHome sweet homeâ she coos, eyes floating around the room.
Sheâs seen it before, of course, but not very often, and not for a while.
Still, itâs much the same as it had been back then;
Most of the tower looks like a particularly high-class and high-tech hotel. Lots of glass, lots of marble, and a few ornate floral bouquets sitting around to add colour to the otherwise monochromatic theme.
That all changes when you start to explore the âprivateâ sections though, the top 3 floors are intricate laboratories, the one sheâs visited most is Tonyâs, and that one, looks like someone had picked up a teenage boys garage, lifted it a hundred feet onto a sky scraper and doused it in impossible technology. Starkâs living quarters held a quirky charm too, most of it was dark wood, and it was packed with neat little trinkets heâd either built or collected from what she could only guess had been flea markets or antique stores.
Each permanent resident had purpose built suites on the mid-levels, of course, they usually chose to spend most of their time in the common areas, since the kitchen was more expansive than the simpler facilities in their apartment, and each permanent resident had decorated their own space to their own tastes, from what she remembered, Steveâs had been similar to Starkâs in itâs size and arrangement, but it had certainly been simpler. Heâd opted for wooden floors, too, but in a lighter shade, and his walls had been cream, as opposed to burgundy. His array of personal items had been much, much smaller, too, consisting mainly of black and white pictures in simple frames, and art work heâd either drawn himself, or received as a gift from the others.
In comparison to both, Buckyâs is empty.
Itâs carpeted, which is a decision sheâs grateful for, although the thick, white floor does reflect a lot of the rooms light against the blue-grey walls seem even brighter, and more clinical.
The bed is in the corner, beneath the window, and the pristine white sheets are made to a military grade.
Thereâs one frame on the pine-wood table beside it. She knows it holds a sepia picture of himself and Steve as younger men, outside some a bar in downtown Brooklyn. Tucked into the corner is a photo-booth print out of herself and him, from their second date, when sheâd been horrified to learn that he had no idea what a âphoto-boothâ did.
She smiles at it. Trying not to look too sad at the barrenness of what is supposed to be his home.
Bucky, ignorant to her assessment, removes his boots, placing them precisely by his grey, woven couch.
Itâs obviously un-used. The whole room looks brand new.
Y/N remembers thinking the same thing the last time sheâd been here- but, sheâd come to the conclusion that it had been new, then, so she hadnât given it much thought.
She canât use that excuse anymore. Heâs been here for months, even with the few nightâs he spends with her a week- there should be more sign of life in here by now.
Even the small kitchenette is unnervingly tidy.
âDoes Stark have people come and clean up every hour?â she asks with a fake chuckle, âor did being in the army give you OCD?â
Bucky looks at her, hands in his pocket, embarrassed smile on his lips.
âI.. uhâ he swallows, âI donât have muchâŚclutterâ
âThatâs an understatementâ Y/N teases, closing the distance between then, looping her hands around his neck, âIt looks like youâve barely touched anything since I last came overâ
âI havenâtâ he agrees, carefully moving his own hands over to her waist.
Sheâs eyes him curiously, leaning into his touch, letting him inch his hips out towards hers until theyâre front to front, duffle bag long forgotten by his feet.
âItâs your homeâ she reminds him sweetly, âyouâre allowed to make a mess from time to timeâ
Bucky hums lightly, nose pressing into the top of her head.
âIt looks like a show room,- donât you want to decorate a little?â
âIâm no good at that kindaâ thing, darlinâ he whispers sadly, âI donât feel like itâs mine anyway- I-â
âIt is, thoughâ Y/N inserts, pulling back just enough to smile at him, âwhy donât we go do some online shoppin, huh? see if we canât make it feel less like a doctors officeâ
She throws a judgemental glare at the vase of obviously fake flowers that are set on the horrible glass coffee table.
âWhatever you wantâ Bucky replies, unconvinced.
âCome onâ she murmurs, a little disturbed at his slightly vacant expression, âIâll unpack later, letâs sit- you have sat on your couch before, right?â
He tries to smile at her teasing. He just about manages it, too.
âOnce or twiceâ he allows, settling himself beside her, all be it a little awkwardly.
Y/N snorts playfully, kicking her own shoes off and putting her feet up on the table.
He looks at her curiously, but doesnât seem anymore relaxed than he had when theyâd been stood.
Itâs strange. Heâs never acted this stiffly at her apartment. Sure, he occasionally had bouts of almost crippling obedience- periods of time where he wouldnât dare to touch anything without her expressed consent, but she doesnât think she can ever recall him being this unsure of himself, this visibly tense.
âWhatâs the matter, Buck?â she coos, hoping he really is just over tired, âAm I crampinâ your style already?â
His head shakes instantly, his eyes apologetic.
âNo, doll, it-â he gives a sigh, hands fussing in his lap, âItâs me- I- Iâm always like this here, that- thatâs why I thought you might want your own roomâ
Y/N hums encouragingly as she reaches across to hold his hand, hoping heâll expand on his own.
âIâm a damn messâ Bucky admits, avoiding her gaze, âI donât sleep, I canât so- so I stopped even trying to use the bedâ he nods over at the neglected object to their right, âI donât really eat, not- not much so- so I donât really use that either-â his eyes roll over to the kitchenette, âI- usually just, try and stay out of the way when Iâm not with Steve or, or Sam or you, Y/N/N, I- Thatâs why- Thatâs why I like beinâ at your place so much I guess- I- I guess I know my place, thereâ
âYouâre not a messâ she says after a beat of silence, âDid you say you donât use the bed?â
That question seems to have taken him by surprise. He looks at her for a split second, before nodding.
âSo where do you sleep?â
âI- donât really-â
Y/N shakes her head, squeezing his palm, âI know you donât sleep well, baby, but youâve gotta pass out sometimesâ
âUsually over thereâ he murmurs, embarrassment making his cheeks burn red as he gestures over to the corner of the room, where the carpet is slightly more worn in.
âOn the floor?â She checks, horrified.
âI know, I know itâs pathetic, Y/N/N, Please-â
Please donât go, he thinks, Please donât yell at me.
âWhy?â
Why?
Her question echos through his head for a moment, making him squint down at his legs.
âWhy, down there, and not on the bed or on the couch?â Y/N clarifies, trying not to sound too upset.
He gives a small shrug.
âAlways end up on the floor anyway- Guess I throw myself off whatever Iâm on, I usually come round in the corner, figured itâs where I belong anyway- makes no difference if I-â
âdonât ever say that againâ she commands, voice sterner than sheâd intended.
He almost flinches, but instead, he just swallows hard-
âPlease, Buck-â she softens, regretting her accidental sharpness âYou donât belong on the floor, donât say that-â
âIâm sorryâ he whispers, knowing he probably shouldâve censored himself a little, hating how heâs upset her, already, â Iâm sorry â
Her head shakes as she sighs, long and slow, fingers running lines across his knuckles, metal and skin warming up under the contact.
âDonât beâ she murmurs, reaching up with one hand, so that she can guide his face towards hers, âYouâre not doinâ well at all, are you?â
Bucky locks his jaw, grinding his teeth to steel against the burn of emotion thatâs suddenly heavy in his chest.
His head shakes firmly. His gaze stays on the floor, even though sheâs cupping his cheek.
âItâs gonna be okayâ she promises, tone gentler than heâs ever heard it, âyouâre going to be alrightâ
He blinks, looking at her, exposed, like a nerve under her consideration.
âIâm not going anywhere, not unless you want me tooâ
Sheâs being totally sincere, he realises, she means what sheâs saying, and that, alone is enough to make tears fill his eyes.
Y/N watches him paw at his face, even the hand still clutching hers, going up to rub at his eyes.
âOkay?â she whispers, moving across to hug him the best she can in their positions, âItâs going to be alrightâ
Buckyâs breathing seems to deepen at the continued sound of her voice. He moves her fingers down, so that he can press a desperate kiss against her knuckles before he can finally shift, to bury his face in her shoulder.
âT-thank youâ he gulps, relishing in the privacy her embrace is giving him, âI⌠I need you- I- I love you-I, Iâll do my best- I, I swear, I- I want to get betterâ
âI knowâ she assures him with a nod, âI know you do, and I love you tooâ
Eventually, Bucky tears himself away from the crook of her neck- heâs secretly proud of himself for the way heâs stifled his urge to cry.
âCâmereâ Y/N smiles, wide and beautiful, as she pats her thighs, âYou should try and get some rest before Steve realises weâre hereâ
Bucky scoffs, but slides into position without any resistance.
When his head is resting comfortably on her lap, his own legs spread across the remaining length of the couch heâs barely sat on before now, he lets out a long breath.
This is where I belong, he thinks hopefully, I belong with you.
Y/N silently threads her fingers through his hair, looking around for something to cover him with- when she realises thereâs nothing like that anywhere near by, she settles for reaching over, to zip up his jacket. He grabs her hands though, and brings her fingers over to his lips instead, so he can kiss at her knuckles before rubbing his cheek against her skin like an affectionate pet.
She takes the hint, and decides to go back to carding the dark strands back, away from his face, until his eyes flutter shut.
Whilst Bucky naps, Y/N shops. She uses her cell phone and FRIDAYâs built in software to compile a 4 page long list of home items, which she pays an extortionate delivery fee for, to ensure they arrive by that afternoon-
She manages to order groceryâs too- although she settles for tomorrow, where there arrival is concerned.
It shouldnât be too hard to make this place a home, she thinks happily, eyes flickering around the space, before eventually landing back on the sleeping man on her legs.
A small smile settles on her face when she decides that he is her home, anyway.
âWhatâcha grinninâ at, doll?â Bucky croaks, voice thick with sleep, eyes barely open
âYouâ she replies honestly, beaming even wider as he rolls onto his side, pressing a kiss into her thighs, âYou wanna take a shower, whilst I unpack?â
That sounds nice. It sounds domestic and safe, and like it might make the way his head is now pounding feel a little awful.
âyeahâ he grumbles, pushing up so heâs on his feet in front of her, âIf thatâs alright with you, or I can always-â
Y/N shakes her head gently, standing up along side him with a gentle stretch.
âItâs alright, Iâll manage- can I use those drawers for the clothes I brought?â
Thereâs a single storage unit, and a built in wardrobe that she suspects holds all of his tactical gear.
âUse whatever you want, dollâ he tells her sincerely, âIf you need anythinâ just, just tell me and Iâll make it happenâ
She presses a soft kiss to his cheek, tugging at the zip of his leather jacket.
He turns into her completely, holding onto her waist as he buries his face against the top of her head, taking a minute, to just be.
âGod, my head is killinâ meâ she hears him mumble when he finally starts to draw back, âIâll be back soonâ
She nods, stroking his hand affectionately before he starts to walk away.
It doesnât take long for the sound of the shower to click on, and by then, sheâs already arranging her clothes on his bed, trying to decide which of the few other objects sheâs brought, might be worth keeping close by.
2 of the drawers in his dresser are totally empty.
She fills 1 of them, before running out of clothes.
Bucky emerges with a towel hung around his waist, looking damp, flushed and still a little more muddled than usual.
Y/N greets him with a broad grin, that would have rendered him speechless, had he been speaking.
Instead, he just looks at the ground, bashful as he runs metal fingers back through his wet hair.
âHowâs your head?â she asks absentmindedly, placing her paper back diary on his side table and straightening her jewellery box so itâs in line with the back of the surface,
When he doesnât reply, she focuses on him properly.
Her heart drops.
âDo you need any help?â Bucky asks, ignoring her question-
âNo, sweetheart, Iâm almost doneâ
He nods, discarding the towel so heâs naked by the bed.
Even though he can feel her eyes on his back, he avoids her gaze, trying not to think about the scars he knows she can see.
Sheâs seen them before, he reminds himself grimly, as he pads around the bed, she knows youâre a fucking monster-
Suddenly, her palms are on his hips- he freezes in position, heart hammering against his ribs as he tells himself heâs safe, that heâs with Y/N, that sheâs not going to hurt him, that she wouldnât let anyone hurt him.
The muscles under her hands start to soften after a moment.
Her head tilts as she listens to Bucky exhale, carefully straightening his posture, almost like heâs afraid of displacing her fingers.
âWhatâs the matter?â she whispers, letting him shift in place, so that heâs facing her, âHuh?, whatâs hurtinâ you so much?â
Bucky is brave. Y/N knows he rarely complains, rarely dares raise any kind of issue, no matter how sever, so to know that something is bothering him enough to have him voice it, even though heâd only been talking to himself, is enough to make her worry.
ââs nothinâ, dollâ he murmurs, acutely aware of his nakedness, âIâm being-â
She kisses at his chest, nuzzling into the angry seam of skin on his shoulder.
Either the hot water or steam seems to have soothed it a little, itâs less sore looking than it had been earlier, and heâs not drawing his arms back, or keeping it taught.
âMy head is poundingâŚâ he confesses quietly, leaning into the feeling of her lips ââŚItâll passâ
âIt willâ she agrees, voice vibrating against his collar, âbut maybe you should eat something?â
Her suggestion seems fair, even if the idea of a meal is making him anxious.
He hums noncommittally, pecking her brow before moving away to dress himself.
Y/N lets him take his time, she doesnât want to press him about the food issue, not now she knows it is in fact an issue. Especially not if his head is bothering him this much already.
He barely has time to change before Steve is at the door. Beaming, and joking and scooping her up into a hug so tight she has to gasp for air.
The others love her, almost as much as Bucky does.
Sheâd been Tonyâs friend first. Sheâd known him since before his parentâs death- though, theyâd only become close after heâd come back from the desert with a hole in his chest, and a desperate need for her to help him make an element to keep it from killing him.
Captain Americaâs fondness for her had blossomed when heâd caught her sneaking out of Starkâs laboratory at three am, a pizza box in hand.
Heâd followed her, suspicious and protective.
When heâd seen her head out onto the roof, taking a seat next to his just returned, totally shell-shocked, best-friend, heâd nearly burst out from his hiding place to verbally berate her.
Then, heâd watched as sheâd touched Buckyâs leg, and to his enormous surprise, Bucky had let her.
The pair had stayed up until sunrise, eating and talking, holding hands.
Steve had left just before theyâd made to leave, undiscovered and guilt ridden, for how heâd initially suspected her of malice, just because sheâd been Tonyâs friend.
Once Bucky had confided in him about his romantic relationship with the woman, it had been Steve who had gone to the billionaire, ready to plead his case and beg the man to let it continue with his blessing- heâd never seen Barnes so enamoured with another person, even with the girls heâd courted back in the 40s, and besides all that, nobody could deny how positive of an influence the woman was on him, and his recovery, which, after all, was in everyones best interest.
Tony had already known. Y/N had come to him way before Steve, not to seek approval, but to share her genuine happiness with her oldest, dearest friend.
The others warmed up to her quickly, even though they didnât see her much. Between Ironman, and the Winter Solider, and now, Captain America, she found herself so over-protected most of the time, that she barely went anywhere that wasnât planned in advance.
Not that she minded.
âYouâre really stayin, darlin?â Steve asks excitedly, âYou sure the hospital can spare yaâ?â
âI emailed this morninâ she tells him cheerily, âThereâs no problem, as long as Iâm on call and have access to a lab, they can get someone to cover my listsâ
âThatâs awesomeâ he replies, beaming even wider as Bucky comes up behind her, hair tied back, and presses a kiss to her head, âReally, Y/N/N- Iâm real pleased-â
âI know, Steveâ she chuckles, reaching up to her shoulder, to lace her fingers with her lovers, âIâm happy to be here, itâs exactly where I need to beâ
When her brown eyes meet his blue ones, she knows he understands. She knows his intense joy at her apparent relocation doesnât just stem from his affection for her. Heâs relieved.
Itâs not surprising, really- Bucky is easy to read, especially when you know him.
Sheâs happy to help. More than happy, really. He needs to remember that heâs got people around him who want to be there, who care, who really, really, care.
â-whatdâya say, Buck?â Steve presses, snapping Y/N back to the conversation sheâs missed, âWe can grab lunch on the wayâ
His fingers tighten around Y/Nâs, but she can tell heâs nodding.
âIâm sorry, Y/N/N- If weâd have known weâd have re-arranged, itâs just SHEILD briefing, but they think itâs gonna take most of the afternoon- Iâm sure you could-â
âIâve sat through more than enough briefings, thanksâ she declines with a chuckle, âIâve actually got some stuff I want to sort here, if thatâs okay?â
She tilts her head up too look at Bucky. He meets her gaze and she can see curiosity shining behind his eyes.
Thatâs better than the other emotions that have been readable there recently, so she takes it, winking in his direction, and standing up to place a kiss against his cheek.
Goodbyes are exchanged quickly after that, even though Bucky was overly apologetic about having to leave her alone on her first official day. It had been easy enough to reassure him, though, especially with Steve half pulling him out the door, chattering eagerly about telling Stark about her arrival.
It turns out, Tonyâs presence is not required at the meeting the other have gone too, so, within twenty-minutes heâs by her side, leaning on Barnesâ empty dresser, talking about the delivery sheâs waiting for.
âI mean itâs fuckinâ ridiculous, T-â she says, gesturing around the room, âItâs like a fuckinâ hotel-â
âHeyâ he objects, faking a wounded expression, âI only hire the best-â
âOh, fuck offâ Y/N snorts, feeling him bumping against her shoulder as she roles her eyes, âYouâve gotta admit itâs-â
âYeah, yeahâ Stark sighs, rubbing his goatie, âitâs a little depressinâ in here, the guy could do with havinâ some moreââ
âsome more what?â she teases, âPersonal possessions?â
It makes it easier, joking about it with Tony- it makes it less tragic to admit that thatâs exactly what he would benefit from.
âLookinâ at the tab you ran up on your company card, Iâd say heâs well on his way to owning a department store fullâ
âSorryâ Y/N says, half meaning it, âI shouldâve asked-â
âDonât be ridiculousâ he cuts her off, âYouâre family, you donât need to askâ
Thereâs a beat of silence that follows his words. The sincerity behind his statement sinks in, and Y/N canât help but rest her head against his shoulder.
âI think this might be permanentâ she says, looking up as he loops his arm around her, tucking her into his side, âIs that okay?â
âYou and Barnes kanoodelling, or you movinâ in?â
Y/N bursts out a laugh as she pinches his side in mock scolding.
âBothâ she murmurs, secretly pleased with the smirk heâs sporting.
âThen yeah,â he replies, exhaling, âbut only if it is really permanent- âcause if he breaks your heart Iâm gonna have to really kill him, and he wonât be able to pull the torture card- so I think Rodgersâ might even-â
âShut upâ she snorts, equally as playful, even as she breaks away from their half-hug-
âHe doesnât even have a percolatorâ Tony announces from the kitchenette, he sounds genuinely dismayed, âIs that instant coffee?â
Y/N peers over her shoulder and nods,
âDecaff, too- Iâve ordered-â
âThat, is a war crimeâ he says, dramatically replacing the jar, âdoes he survive exclusively off pickles or?â
She chuckles, looking into the empty fridge.
âI think thereâs some microwave soup in one of those-â she points up to the cuboards, âbut, you get the point, Tony- this is-â
âSadâ he agrees, before she even says it, âItâs embarrassing reallyâ
They sit on his couch for an hour, Tony brings coffee from the shared kitchen, and they order a take-out that arrives just before the boxes of decorations start to pile up.
Stark sends his suits to bring them up, and Y/N has to try and pretend to be angry at his laziness, when really, sheâs infinitely grateful.
He refuses to let her either start on an empty stomach, or unpack the shopping alone.
They put the TV on, and get to work.
Itâs brilliant.
Together, theyâre laughing and joking and making decent progress for 3 hours before Tony has to leave.
He hugs her goodbye, kissing her cheek and ordering her to have FRIDAY send a picture when itâs finished.
She tells him heâll make a good interior designer, if the hero-gig ever fails, and she can still hear him chuckling, even though the door is shut again.
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