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daycourtofficial · 6 months ago

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It’s just to satiate the bond

Pairing: Eris x Rhysand’s sister!reader | WC: 2.3k | warnings: smut, piv, oral (f!receiving)

Summary: an agreement to have sex just to satiate a mating bond neither party wants is a great idea. Surely no one will get hurt, right?

Author’s note: this is part of my gingerfucker series but can be read by itself 😌 the next part is here

Her teeth were grinding as she walked down the hallway, her steps getting faster, trying to put as much distance from her and the large meeting room. She had to get away, she had to hide. She moved further away from the gathering of High Lords, pushing her instincts down, down, down as she went.

It was ridiculous how her body was reacting to just being in his presence, being so close to her mate. She shook her head, angrily trying to dispel that word from it.

Her ears twitched at the sound of quick steps behind her, nearly catching up to her. She quickened her pace, almost breaking out into a run, but the male that had followed her was quick to push her into an open door, shutting it behind them.

“What the fuck, Eris? Let me out of here.”

Eris stood blocking the door, not letting her move past him. Her arms reached for the knob before quickly being swatted away.

“No.”

“What is wrong with you?” She huffed out the question, not expecting much of a reply.

“Me? What is wrong with you?”

“I’m mated to an asshole.” Being so close to him was making her head spin, his scent of whiskey and smoke made her heart rate pick up.

His amber eyes danced with amusement. “Surely you understand mates are equals, so whatever I am, so are you.”

“You are a child.”

“You are the one who ran away.”

“To get away from you!”

“How did that work out for you, princess?”

He was grating on her, annoyance causing her teeth to grind again. She tried taking in a deep breath, hoping it would calm her nerves.

“It’d work better if you weren’t keeping me in here.” Her voice attempted to make the words sweet, missing the mark they came out with too much bite.

“I have a proposition.” It was difficult being this close to him. She picked up nearly every detail about him in this proximity: the freckles that trailed beneath the color of his shirt, wondering if they continued further down. The faint scent of what must be his hounds that clung to him. The necklaces that hung from his neck, draping over ornate fabrics she wanted to run her fingers over.

“We are both less than thrilled at this mating, however I am sure you are having urges that can’t be satisfied by anyone else or yourself.” His words pulled her from the visual inspection, looking up at him to find her distraction didn’t go unnoticed.

She moved her hands across her chest, fingers tapping her elbows. She didn’t want to admit how right he was - even the sight of other males made her want to gag. Nothing and no one had satiated the intense need that thrummed inside of her since it made itself known to her.

She nodded at him to continue, but he merely stared at her. Exasperated, she finally asked, “how do you suggest we go about fixing that?”

“We need to convince our bond we are happy.”

Our bond. The words struck something primal in her, some deep desire she had to be with him.

“That’s ridiculous.”

“Don’t think I can’t feel you in my chest in the middle of the night.”

“And what of it? Do the males of Autumn not want their females to know sexual desire? Rather it be unpleasant for her?”

Eris growled, the sound shooting heat through her.

“I can do more with my tongue than any male in the Night Court can do with their cocks.”

His scent was suffocating, the air around her coated with him. It was surely making her delirious, surely the only reason she heard herself saying, “prove it”.

Those two words, spoken an exhale, was all it took for the Autumn heir to move quickly.

He buried his face in her chest, his teeth nipping at the exposed skin of the tops of her breasts. A soft moan escaped from her mouth, his face tilting just enough for his amber eyes to show. He looked like a true predator as starving, wolfish eyes looked back at her.

He lifted her, grabbing the backs of her thighs to hoist her around his hips before she felt the wall hit her back. There was no time to object as he stuffed two of his fingers into her mouth.

“Hush now, Princess. Would hate for your moans to expose us.” Heat pooled in her stomach at his smirk.

Eris didn’t let himself think about what he was doing as he undid the ties on his pants. He didn’t think as he slid her panties to the side, sliding his fingers through her wet folds. He bit back the groan that was making its way up his throat at how wet she was. He didn’t think as he lined his cock up to her entrance, something inside him desperate to keep her gaze on him as he did so.

He watched her violet eyes widen as he sheathed himself inside of her, nearly coming undone himself at how perfect she felt around him.

He wouldn’t think about his previous sexual encounters, never caring about who he was with. Sex was transactional, a means to an end. This was to satiate the godsdamned bond thrumming between the two of them.

He would never admit to her he had taken all his previous lovers from behind, never caring to watch them. Never admit to the stirring his cock felt watching her eyes close, swallowing her moans.

Eris felt himself getting close to that high, felt it creeping through his body as his thrusts got sloppier.

He had to take control, couldn’t allow this weakness. His fingers held her jaw tightly. , examining her eyes with each thrust.

“I hate you,” she gritted out, teeth grinding.

He thrusted hard into her, his gaze seering as he watched her eyes roll back.

“You hate me so, and yet you buck like a common whore for my prick.” His hair was falling into his face, his punishing pace making it harder to concentrate.

“Do you ever stop talking? You’d be much more likable if you did.” Her voice was high and breathy, something inside him knowing just how close she was. Their mixed arousal was pinging throughout his chest, a sensation he had never felt before.

“You weren’t worried about likability when you started dripping on my cock.”

“Fuck you.” Her eyes were closed, searching for every ounce of pleasure he was giving her.

“Aren’t you already?” Hushed words were sending both of them closer to that edge, each desperate to land just one more barb. The arrogance in Eris’s tone sent her spiraling, pleasure ripping through her in uncontrollable waves.

Eris was furiously pumping into her as she milked his cock, her high cresting as he met his own. Between their shared orgasm, there was a split second their eyes met. The vulnerability of what they just did passed through the glance, and then it was gone, locked away deep in both their souls.

Eris’s head met her shoulder, struggling to catch his breath.

“Winded there, Lord?”

He growled at the question, his fingers quickly gripping tight to her before immediately letting go. He pulled back from her, the loss of contact making his chest go heavy. His fingers quickly redid the ties of his pants, a hand moving through his long hair.

The only sound was their labored breaths, filling the room with the knowledge that they could not go back. A fact neither of them would accept.

She moved her skirts back down, desperate to cover that seed that ran down her inner thighs.

Eris moved to the door, his back to her enough for him to bring his fingers to his mouth, swirling his tongue around the remnants of her arousal on it.

“It’s just to satiate the bond.” The lie fell from her lips, something she had been telling herself over and over again over the past few weeks since that first time with Eris.

“Do you like how the bond makes you hot for me?”

The pain from the tree against her face was nothing compared to how good each of his thrusts felt.

Her fingers dug into the tree, desperate for some bit of reality to cling to. It felt absurd how common this occurrence was - meeting almost weekly now just to keep the bond inside from exploding.

It was ridiculous how many nights she spent in her bed, her fingers not enough to satisfy her as her mind drifted to the male behind her.

“Better than being eternally sad over you.”

A chuckle came from him before he thrusted deep inside her, his fingers a tight grip over her hips she was sure was going to bruise.

“How would Rhysand react to finding out his precious sister has been reduced to little more than a common whore?”

“Don’t tell me you have to think of my brother in order to get off, hmm?”

His pace was punishing at her words, their back and forths doing more to him than he wished to admit.

Long fingers wrapped around her neck, tilting her head back just enough for her to see his amber eyes full of lust. She couldn’t stop the moan coming from her mouth at the intensity of his gaze, how just the sight of his eyes and one swift thrust of his hips sent her toppling over the edge of pleasure.

His pace quickened, his thrusts working her through her orgasm until he pulled her as close as possible, emptying himself inside of her.

Eris kept looking at her, his gaze focused as she tried to catch her breath. With more effort than he anticipated, he pulled his hands away from her, helping her straighten herself off the tree.

He moved her skirts, helping her straighten them out. His hand met her waist, an almost tender touch before he quickly pulled it away.

“Next time don’t make any plans afterward. You reek of sex and have the markings to prove it.” His fingers pointed at his own face, showing a line where the bark had made indentions into her skin.

He waited, not saying anything, only nodding at her before winnowing away, leaving her stranded in the woods, confused and alone.

“I just need a taste.”

Eris Vanserra was kneeling on the ground before her, his body disappearing beneath her skirts. He was not gentle as he grabbed her leg, throwing it over his shoulder.

“Er-oh.” Protestations die on her tongue as his mouth latched onto her cunt, his tongue pressing against the cloth of her underwear.

Her strained ears could barely make out his grumbling about “coming unprepared”, his voice muffled as his tongue made long, sweeping strokes through her folds.

He was pressing his weight into her, the only thing keeping her upright against the tree as he held her in place. The woods were echoing with the obscene sounds from underneath her skirt, but she could not care less.

Suddenly Eris grabbed her other leg, leaving her hoisted against the tree, his neck her only support.

She couldn’t hold in the obscene noises coming from her mouth. One of Eris’s hands let go of her thighs and she could hear him fiddling with the ties of his pants.

“Eris, you filthy thing. Are you touching yourself while you eat me out?”

A growl was all her retort was met with, a bite to her clit making her practically climb up the tree.

He was moaning into her, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through her.

A biting quip was on the tip of her tongue, replaced by a moan as Eris’s fingers pushed the cloth to the side, rubbing his nose through her folds. His usual sharp tongue laid flat as he licked a long stripe across her heat. She shuddered at the sensation, trying to hold off her orgasm for as long as possible. The bond inside her was thrumming, bursting with joy at being pleasured by her mate.

Her hips were desperate as they rode across his face, thighs squeezing his head to keep him in place.

The sound of Eris pumping his cock into his hand was pushing her past her limits, their weekly rendezvous leading her to know exactly how it felt in her chest when he came.

Her high was quickly squashed as he pulled away from her, causing her to fall unceremoniously onto the ground. She let out a soft gasp, both pain and surprise unable to be contained.

“What are you-“ She looked up, chastisement at the ready, only to find her mate gone, nowhere to be found. She stood on shaky legs, using the tree as a support, not wanting to admit the disappointment that followed her as she left.

The ground was wet beneath her skirts, the tree biting into her back as she waited. The air was cold and uninviting, as if no one should be out in it without a coat or a lover’s embrace. She tried to ignore the heaviness in her chest, telling herself, “it’s fine.”

She waited. Minutes quickly turned into an hour, the moon high in the clearing above. Goosebumps ran up and down her arms at the late hour. The bond hummed lightly in her chest, nerves too strong to find out the consequences of pulling it.

Were these daliances getting to her, meaning much more than they should? He was supposed to arrive hours ago. He had never left her waiting this long.

Worry consumed her, but the everpresent bond assured her that he was out there somewhere, fine with the distance that lay between them.

She had never waited this long for a male to show up to a date before. She stopped that line of thinking quickly, shutting it down. Reminding herself this is not a date.

She sighed, rejection and embarrassment coming off her in waves. Her chest felt hollow as she looked about the clearing one last time, desperate for any sign she missed him before winnowing far, far away.

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elliewrites77 · 3 months ago

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Uncle!Sukuna Part 2

a/n: thank you so much for the support on the last uncle sukuna post! i apologize if this is short.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6.5, 7

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Uncle!Sukuna who doesn't return to your doorstep until around 11 am. This time when you open the door, you are in actual clothes, awake and aware. He sees the curiosity in your eyes as soon as he meets your gaze.

Uncle!Sukuna who, you notice, is wearing the exact same clothes you had seen him in as he dropped off Yuji. You could see the tiredness in the mans eyes, and couldn't help but feel a bit bad he had to handle a work emergency so late. You couldn't help but wonder what it is that he did.

Uncle!Sukuna who still doesn't introduce himself as he asks where his nephew is. You had learned from Yuji, before he had passed out on you couch, that he called him "Uncle Kuna", but as far as you knew, that could've been a nickname.

Uncle!Sukuna who follows you into your house when you tell him that Yuji is playing with your son in the back yard.

You lead him through your home, with him silently taking in the space. It was so...different to his own. Your home looked like it was a space for a parent and a kid, while his looked bland and almost empty. When he had moved into the house for Yuji, he hadn't taken the time to really decorate. The only kid stuff in the house was in Yuji's room, and most of his own things were in his room or boxed up in the garage. So he couldn't help but compare your house to his own, pinpointing all the differences that really make your place a home.

Uncle!Sukuna who raises his brow when he sees Yuji playing around with a kid only a few years older. They were play-fighting, doing some kind of martial arts moves. He was still surprised by Yuji's never fading energy, seeing how he could barely stay still for longer than a minute. He seemed to amuse the older kid though, and you.

Uncle!Sukuna who clears his throat when he realizes you two were just standing there watching the two boys. He looks at you, his usual blank expression in place.

"Thanks." Is all he says. Something about his voice gives you goosebumps, but you ignore that feeling and give him a friendly smile. He would think someone who was woken up so rudely at 2 am would be a little angry, especially when a kid is pushed onto them. But he was glad you weren't complaining. And he really liked your smile.

"Of course. Yuji is sweet, I'm happy I could help. I have to admit, though, this is certainly an interesting way to be introduced to my new neighbors." You tried to joked. You felt a little awkward when his expression didn't change nor did he respond. So, looking back to the two boys, you tried to think of something to say.

Uncle!Sukuna who stares at you for a moment. Something about you makes his chest feel tight, and his mind a little fuzzy. Sure, you're beautiful, but this wasn't simple physical attraction. He couldn't understand what was happening to him and that made him frustrated, annoyed. So he just breaths a breath out of his nose, looking at his young nephew.

Uncle!Sukuna who watches as Yuji's head snaps to look at him as soon as Sukuna calls his name. A grin of excitement, at a level that still surprised Sukuna, took over the boys face. He quickly leaves his new friend, running to stand at his uncles leg and look up at the giant man.

Uncle!Sukuna who doesn't let his newborn affection for his nephew show on his face, simply telling Yuji to say goodbye to you and your son. He pretends to not care when a slight look of disappointment takes over Yuji's face, due to having to leave his new friends.

You notice the look, and crouch to give Yuji a warm smile.

"We live right across the street, Yuji, so you and your Uncle Kuna can stop by anytime." You say, grinning and standing when his excitement returns.

Uncle!Sukuna who realizes then that he never actually introduced himself, and neither did you. He grunts, looking to you again.

"Sukuna." he introduces finally. Apparently he's not much of a talker.

"Hi, Sukuna. I'm y/n." You continued your attempts to be nice, friendly. Clearly he wasn't a conversationalist, and you couldn't read him at all, but that didn't mean you had to mirror his brooding, reserved demeanor.

Uncle!Sukuna who simply nods, grabbing Yuji by the back of his shirt to tug him away, his silent way of saying they were leaving.

Before they can get away though, you turn to look at your son still standing in the yard, observing as usual.

"Oh, wait. Choso, come say goodbye to Yuji and his uncle."

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I hope you guys enjoy how i incorporated Choso! For my ideas with this lil story, I think this dynamic will be fun to write and work with :) In my au, Yuji is 6 and Choso is about 8.

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itwasntimethatdidit40 · 6 months ago

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Give me more.

Pairing: neighbor!Frankie Morales x f!reader Words count: 2527 Rating: +18, MDNI

Summary: You're ovulating and can't calm down, just the night before Frankie leaves for a two-day camping trip with the boys for Santi's birthday... luckily Frankie is willing to help you... too much, even.

Tags/Warnings: POV second person, no use of y/n, established relationship, enemies to lovers, smut, fluff, a lot of kissing, female masturbation (on Frankie's leg hehehe), fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), overstimulation, aftercare, reader has breasts and vagina, wears a baby doll and a thong, she's able body, she doesn't blush, she has hair but it's not described and she has no other description, brief reader’s thought insert, marked in italics. Pussy pronouns. Pet names (baby, honey, good girl). Frankie is our PEK on a mission 🫡

A/N: This Frankie is the same as You look like a fun place to sit, but it can be read as a stand alone, there are only some mild references to the previous ff. (If you haven't read it yet though, I hope you do 👀♥️) I have a couple more ideas in mind for these two, I hope to have something out for the Christmas holidays at least. Thank you so much for loving these two in the previous story, especially to @harriedandharassed who read it and shared it like 3 times if I'm not mistaken, I'm so flattered and grateful. I hope this one works just as well as the first one. English is not my first language, I have no beta, I hope there aren't too many mistakes, please forgive me if there are. I'm open to any advice you want to give me to improve but please be kind. (you always are, tbh). Comments and reblogs are always welcome, you would make me so happy 🥹 I started a tag list, if you want to be added leave a comment. If you'd prefer to be tagged only on something specific I can definitely do that, just let me know.

Thanks to anyone who reads, I hope you enjoy.

Archive tags: @pedrostories ♥️

“Frankie...” you whisper in the dark.

“Yes?” he answers you in a thick sleepy voice

“Are you asleep?”

“Actually yes.”

“You're answering me, though.”

“Sweetheart...” he picks up his phone from the nightstand ”It's 3:00 a.m. What's wrong?”

“I can't sleep” you groan

“Come here, come on” you shift on his part of the bed and he holds you tightly against his body, you rest your head on his chest and surrender to his comforting embrace and the scent of his skin.

You hum “thank you”

He places a kiss on your forehead “sleep now”

You close your eyes, focusing on the sense of peace you feel wrapped in his strong arms, clasped to his body as warm as a furnace, one leg crossed over his, one arm wrapped around his waist.

It's amazing, really, so amazing that soon you begin to feel something else. a little shiver that runs under your skin, a little electric shock that goes through you all, and then a crescendo of wetness between your thighs.

You’re ovulating and you’re feral, simple as that.

You try not to mind it, to let it pass, not to be too demanding after he has already made you come twice tonight, once on the couch while you were watching a movie - well at least you tried, but you actually have no idea what the movie was about because you were too busy bouncing on his cock, which when you think back on it, it makes you laugh because it seems like a constant in your dating that you can't finish watching a movie without jumping on each other - and once as soon as you got into bed when he saw you coming out of the bathroom in a new babydoll and thong you bought especially for him.

Only two months ago neither of you could stand the other but now, as much as it still bothers you to admit it since he was the last person you thought you would end up with, you are completely and hopelessly smitten with him.

“Frankie,” you whisper, hoping he won't tell you off “can we kiss for a while? Just a little bit?”

It’s so early in the morning that he doesn't have the energy to be sarcastic as usual, he just replies “of course, baby”

He lowers himself on your face and kisses you on the lips, in a very tender but rather chaste way, he still looks half asleep. After a couple of minutes he stops and you sigh, resting your head back on his chest.

I must let him sleep, you tell yourself. This man is tired, he has already fucked me twice, that should be enough for now. Yet no, it's not enough, you still crave more.

“Frankie.." you mumble on his chest.

“Mmm what is it again?” his voice is even deeper and rougher than usual, which literally sends you into raptures.

"I..." a glimpse of him between your legs as he eats your pussy flashes past your eyes, you squeeze them hard and admit "I want you"

“Still?” he doesn't have an angry tone, nor an irritated one, he's calm, quiet, definitely awake at this point because you feel his hands roam over your back, all the way down to your ass “you insatiable little minx. You know I have to get up in three hours.”

“I know...but it's not fair, it's Saturday”

‘You were there when I promised to go camping and fishing with the guys, right?’ You leverage your arms to reach his neck, resting your lips on his soft, amber skin ”mmmm yes” you groan.

He chuckles, as he squeezes your butt cheeks “you know I have to, it's Santi's birthday”

You continue your run up his neck, slipping your hands under his shirt, caressing his back.

“I’m going to miss you,” you whisper in his ear, burying a hand in his dark curls, your leg tightening around him brushing your barely covered pussy on his leg. Frankie gasps at the sensation, as you begin to grind against his thigh. “It’s only for two days. Jesus, you really are a menace, you know that?”

“Yeah, you like that about me” You coo.

He puts a hand on your neck, his thumb brushing your ear while his other fingers wrap around the base of your skull. “I sure do. Go ahead, honey, make a mess on me”

You’re grinding hard, the texture of your brand new thong is adding a delicious scratch between your clit and his skin.

Ridiculous desperate moans escape your lips and he kisses you, letting them vibrate into his mouth.

He’s wearing only a t-shirt and boxers, which allows you to feel his warm skin, your clit throbbing against him, your dripping pussy heating from the contact.

You feel the tingle of your orgasm mount inside you, your mouth is wide open for him, your tongue feverishly entwined with his in a sweet struggle that leaves you breathless.

And you come, wave after wave, quivering against him, one of his strong arms keeps you in place while his other hand is still wrapped around your neck squeezing lightly on your pulse point.

Your breath is short and ragged, your body hot and tested and yet you feel like it’s not enough.

As soon as your breathing returns to normal you mutter “gosh...I want more” into his slightly sweaty t-shirt.

His voice comes out more high pitched than he would like, he opens his eyes wide and exclaims, "Baby, do you want to wreck even the last bit of me tonight?”

You giggle softly and coo “She’s aching, you know…”

You feel one of his hands kneading one of your ass cheeks and then sliding down to your pussy, massaging your folds from behind, wetting his fingers with your juices.

“Mmm that’s good” you whisper “but I still want more”

Frankie grunts, flipping you onto your back on the bed and getting on top of you.

His eyes scan you in the dim light of your room, reading the lust on your face. “How much is she aching?”

You whine, tighten your arms around his neck, trying to pull him closer but Frankie doesn't budge an inch, he's too strong for you.

“Use your words, baby, I know you can.” His gaze is no longer clouded by sleep, it’s alert and authoritative and he pins you down.

“A lot.”

“Yeah? Does this wet pussy need me?” he goes down your chest kissing your skin left uncovered by the thin straps of your baby-doll. You moan again, you don't know how to do anything else, your head feels light and confused.

"Answer me" he says leaving a bite on your shoulder.

You squirm and a breathy "Yes" comes out of your throat.

You feel his cock swell against your thigh, A trickle of desire runs down between your legs, wetting the thong you're wearing underneath. It’s basically drenched at this point.

“What do you want me to do? Tell me what your naughty pussy needs"

“Your tongue, your fingers…” you whine “Please, Frankie”

One thing you learned right away about Frankie is that he really enjoys eating his girl out.

He's not one of those men who do it just to get a blowjob in return. He's dedicated. He uses his tongue, his lips, his nose even, he compliments how you taste, how pretty your cunt is, how wet and warm she is under his tongue, he doesn't stop until you're left shaking and breathless beneath him, until he coaxed orgasm after orgasm out of you.

He really is a force of nature and blows your mind every single time. And not only at doing that, he is experienced and passionate in every field.

“Greedy”

He pulls back the duvet and the cool air hardens your nipples as he reaches between your legs, his lustful, tantalizing eyes peering down at you.

His mouth brushes your inner thigh, slowly moving up from your knee to your groin, his beard tickling you deliciously, “is that what you want huh?”

“Yes” you murmur ”yes, please.”

His plump lips settle on your opening, he sticks out his tongue and licks from above the fabric. You moan, sinking a hand into his raven curls, pressing him against your cunt.

He chuckles against your folds, sending an exquisite vibration through your body, slips his fingers into the elastic of your thong and slowly pulls it down.

Your cunt throbs in anticipation as his tongue travels up your slit and you emit a deep “Fuck, yes” as soon as his lips latch onto your clit, sucking away the last bit of reasoning you had left.

“Oh God, Frankie”

He goes down again and comes back up, tongue flat out sliding over your wetness, once, twice, three, four times as an irrepressible heat spreads inside you again and then the tip of his tongue stops under your clit and he begins to jerk it quickly with close flicks.

His hand is open on your thigh, he slows down a bit when he feels your body tenses, goes back to teasing your opening and then starts tickling your bundle of nerves again.

You tug his hair, spreading your legs even wider to take in all that he wants to give you, melting under his ministration.

“Fuck, you’re so good, don’t stop” you whine and you see him grinning as he replies “I won’t, baby, I’m going to have a damn fucking meal out of this pussy”

His touch is careful, long laps and sucks on your clit, he knows how to alternate them, he seems to know your body and the way it reacts inside out.

Another thing you discovered about him is that he is great at listening and observing and very often guesses your needs and reactions before you express them. He immediately learned how you take your coffee, how you frown when something is bothering you, he knows that you need a particularly tight hug on Monday nights, and that on Friday nights you like to treat yourself to a drink to celebrate getting to the end of another work week.

Frankie is good, really good, you even start to really like quarreling with him, you like the way he stands up to you, the thrill of it and the amazing sex that usually comes right after.

He brings you almost to the edge with his tongue without taking his eyes off your face, and then you feel two of his fingers nudging at your entrance “you want them huh?”

“Yes” you breathe, almost on the verge of delirium and he teases “ask nicely baby, I haven’t heard that little magic word yet”

You would roll your eyes if you were able to do that but right now all you feel is desire, desire to be full again with his fingers, desire to be fucked just like the way you like, desire to be his and only his.

“Pl-please” you mutter and he whispers “here she is, my good girl”

His index and middle finger start to stretch you, it seems like he’s taking all the time in the world while you’re trembling and begging to be satiated.

“Almost there pleasepleaseplease”you plead and he sinks a little bit more, up to half fingers, his other hand gripping on the soft skin on your tummy, keeping you in place while your back feels like a guitar’s string ready to snap.

Your walls are clenching desperately around his fingers, impatient to have all but instead of giving you your long awaited release he comes out completely.

"Fuck" you hiss.

His lips are curved into a mocking smirk.

Your clit is swollen, your hole empty and the almost release is tingling all over your body like a latent fire that cannot be extinguished.

“Did you think I would make this easy for you?” He asks ironically.

You scoff “Goddamn,Frankie!”

You don't know how he finds strength but he's making you pay for be so demanding, your pussy won't stop throbbing as he barely caresses you, feather light touches on your folds, deliberately ignoring your clit.

You try to breathe deeply to calm down, but as soon as Frankie feels your body relax he returns to licking you, two fingers on your clit moving in circles.

You're almost on the verge of tears when he brings you back to within an inch of your brink.

“Frankie, please” you cry “I can’t- fuck- I just can’t”

“Oh yes, you can. You wanted more? I’m going to give you exactly this so now shut up and let me do my job” he’s commanding now.

He’s slow and steady over your bundles of nerves and when you impossibly tense again his mouth is back on it, sucking and teasing with his tongue.

When he gives you your second orgasm he doesn't stop stimulating you as it washes over you, your back arches sharply, you’re gushing in his mouth and all over his face, your hand in his hair tugs to try to pull him away from you but he doesn't move, his lips stubbornly latched onto your clit, his hand firmly on your tummy while the other grips your thigh.

He doesn't stop as you anchor yourself to the edge of the mattress trying to lift yourself up, your body twitching unbearably, he pulls you by your legs and brings you right back to where he wants you without taking his face off you, in fact sinking even more. “Frankie please, please, I can't” you feel tears stinging your eyes.

You feel so sensitive it’s almost impossible to handle.

“Ssssh you’re good” he says, detaching from you just long enough to say it, his beard and mustache glistening and soaked in your essence.

You squeeze your eyes, cover your mouth with your hand as you wail so gravelly it almost doesn’t sound your voice anymore.

You're overstimulated, your body is sore, you murmur a tearful “please” again, and Frankie finally decides you've had enough. He pulls away from you and takes you in his arms as he whispers, “You're okay, honey,” caressing your back. Your labored breathing slowly returns to normal, giving way to a deep, dense feeling of gratification.

Frankie definitely reached another level of dedication tonight.

“Is everything okay?” he asks as he lifts your chin, inviting you to look at him. "Yes," you murmur, and he kisses you tenderly, "do you think I've given you enough to deal with my absence for two days?”

You giggle “I think it's enough to endure a week” and ruffle his hair kissing him again, lingering on his lower lip “But let me tell you something, though, someone they call Catfish who goes fishing… it's really odd”

The sound of his thunderous laugh vibrates against you “I hadn't thought about it but I must admit that you are right. Now let me sleep for...I don't even know what time it is anymore” He reaches out an arm to retrieve the phone on the nightstand and realizes that it is already five o'clock.

“Oh, fuck”

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roseandxanderfics · 2 months ago

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Ted Lasso

Roy Kent

“You’re Too Fucking Bright” x Sunshine!Reader - Roy’s always been gruff, angry, and allergic to feelings—until you.

“The Calm Before the Storm” - Roy Kent, the gruff footballer, finds himself unexpectedly growing fond of a golden retriever puppy and the kind-hearted barista who works at his favorite café. As the bond between Roy and the dog deepens, so does his connection with her, leading him to confront his emotions and open up in ways he never thought possible.

“Just a Little Slow on the Uptake” - Roy Kent is grumpy and protective of his sweet, oblivious friend (Y/N), who’s always a little lost in her own world. As he tries (and fails) to confess his feelings through awkward moments and teasing from the team, he finally finds the courage to tell her how he feels—only to discover she’s been cluelessly falling for him too.

"Daydream Believer" – Luna Lovegood-esque!Reader - You see magic in the world—talking to trees, dancing to football chants, believing the pitch has a soul. Most people don’t get it. But Roy Kent listens. And maybe, just maybe, he starts to believe too.

“More Than Capable” - PhysicallyDisabled!Reader - Roy Kent is stubborn. You’re just as bad. He thinks he’s protecting you, but you don’t need protecting—you need him to see you. To stop treating you like you’re breakable. After a brutal Richmond loss, tensions run high, and the truth finally comes out. Roy cares. Too much. And when you push him to admit why, he finally snaps—confessing everything in the only way he knows how: blunt, messy, and completely him.

“Small But Mighty” - Short!reader - A collection of moments where Roy Kent comes to terms with just how tiny you are.

“Steady in the Shadows” - Shy!reader - You keep to the shadows, but Roy sees you. When you run after an anxiety attack, he finds you—steady, patient. And one night, you don’t leave.

"No More Secrets" - Abused!reader - Your boyfriend takes everything—your home, your money, your sense of self. Roy sees it. He sees you. And when the bastard shows up at Nelson Road, Roy makes sure he never comes near you again.

"I See You" - Blind!Reader - Roy’s unreadable to most people—but not to you. You feel him in every touch, every breath, every unspoken word. And when he finally realizes it? He’s absolutely fucked.

Pattern Recognition – Autistic!Reader - Roy Kent crashes into your routine but doesn’t disrupt it—he adapts. He notices, he listens, and in his own gruff way, he makes the world a little easier. Maybe love isn’t about change—it’s about understanding.

“Six Weeks With Roy” - Roy originally booked the six-week holiday for you, thinking you needed a break. What neither of you expected was how much it would change everything. Now, standing in the airport, you have a choice—go back to your old life or stay with him. And Roy? He’s not letting you go without a fight.

“Unexpected Upgrades” - shy!reader - You meet Roy Kent at the airport when he begrudgingly helps you with a problem. Coincidence seats you next to him on the flight, where he discovers you’re quietly funny despite your shyness. You part ways at baggage claim—only to reunite the next day at Nelson Road, where Roy learns you’re a new part-owner of Richmond. “Safe Haven” - SingleMum!reader - Roy Kent never expected to fall for a single mum and her kid, but somehow, he’s become the grumpy protector of both. He’s got a reputation to uphold—except when it comes to you two.

"The Puppy Incident" - Roy Kent does not have a dog. He just… happens to be temporarily housing a tiny, abandoned puppy. Definitely not getting attached. Definitely not spoiling it. And he’s absolutely not bringing it to Nelson Road. (He is. He’s so fucked.)

“Training Ground Moments” - Roy Kent doesn’t do soft—except when you’re around. The team notices. Jamie teases. And Roy? He just grumbles and lets it happen. Maybe even likes it.

“The Silent Bond” - A reserved physio at Richmond FC and Roy Kent form a quiet, unspoken bond through subtle gestures and shared moments. Over time, their connection deepens, offering comfort and trust without needing many words.

"First Impressions" - Girly!reader - A new receptionist at Richmond attends her first football game and starts to understand the passion behind it, especially through Roy Kent. As the game ends, she feels more connected to the team—and maybe to him too. The journey’s just beginning.

“Breaking Through” - Emotionally Distant Reader - People around you came and went, but you kept them at arm's length—too afraid to let them close enough to hurt you. But Roy Kent? Roy Kent was different.

"Silent Comfort" - TouchStarved!Reader - Roy Kent notices your struggle with emotional walls and, with subtle gestures, slowly helps you open up. Through small, comforting touches and quiet understanding, you realize you don’t have to face the world alone anymore.

“Blood, Mud, and Everything Between” - RugbyPlayer!Reader - After a brutal rugby match, Roy helps you clean up—hands gentle despite his usual gruffness. Between the bruises, the shower, and the quiet moments after, something deeper slips out: the truth about how much he really loves you. Tender, steamy, and all Roy Kent.

Rebecca Welton

“Unwrapped” - Rebecca finds out it’s your birthday—even though you didn’t want anyone to know. No parties, no cake. Just a quiet dinner, a soft moment, and a reminder: “Still here. Still standing. Still you.”

"A Gentle Touch" - Touch-Starved Reader - Rebecca Welton notices the quiet vulnerability in a touch-starved reader and offers comfort through small, tender gestures. As their bond grows, so does their connection, shifting from simple touches to something deeper and more intimate.

Sam Obisanya

"Unspoken Comfort" - x Touchstarved!reader - Sam Obisanya notices you're always tense and distant, and with gentle touches and kind words, he slowly helps you let your guard down. As your bond deepens, you begin to feel safe enough to open up, but you're still unsure if you're ready to take the next step—yet.

"Safe in His Arms" - Autistic Reader - Sam Obisanya’s patience and kindness make him the perfect person for them to feel safe with, as he learns to communicate in ways that make them comfortable. Over time, their deep emotional bond blossoms into a quiet, tender romance built on trust and understanding.

#masterlist #ted lasso x reader #ted lasso #roy kent x reader #roy kent #sam obisanya x reader #rebecca welton x reader

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ladybunny44 · 3 months ago

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Good morning, Bunny. I noticed you also write for Blue Lock, so I'm here with my first Blue Lock request and it's for the Itoshi brothers. When Sae's girlfriend finds out about Rin's girlfriend, she arranges a meeting with the younger woman to discuss a plan to reconcile the brothers. Because, seriously, why can't these two brothers just sit down and talk things out?

💙 Mending the Itoshi Bond 💙

Pairing : Sae Itoshi x Fem!Reader, Rin Itoshi x Fem!OC/Reader

Genre : ☁️

Word count : ~2000

Summary : Sae Itoshi has long since accepted the distance between him and his younger brother, Rin. No matter how much he insists, it doesn’t matter,you know it does. So when you find out that Rin has a girlfriend, an idea sparks—maybe, just maybe, the two of you can work together to bring the brothers back together. With a carefully planned dinner and a little bit of manipulation, you set the stage for a long-overdue confrontation between the Itoshi siblings. Will they finally find common ground, or will this only deepen the rift between them?

TW/CW : Tension and unresolved family conflict, passive-aggressive sibling arguments,fluff and humour,happy but open-ended resolution.

NOTIFICATIONS ꩜ ₊ ⊹! : Set post-Blue Lock, when both brothers are professional players! Thank you for the request! Enjoy! 📚

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You had been dating Sae for quite some time now, and while your relationship with him was stable and filled with mutual understanding, there was always something lingering in the background—his fractured bond with Rin. No matter how many times you tried to bring it up, Sae would always brush it aside with a nonchalant "It doesn't matter anymore." But you knew better.

So, when you discovered that Rin had a girlfriend, an idea sparked in your mind. Maybe—just maybe—if you and Rin's girlfriend worked together, you could bridge the gap between the Itoshi brothers.

You reached out to her first, sending a simple message:

"Hey, I’m Sae’s girlfriend. I know this is sudden, but can we meet?"

A few minutes later, your phone buzzed with a reply.

"Sure. I wanted to talk to you too."

The two of you met at a small café in Tokyo, the atmosphere warm despite the tension hovering between you. She was a bit cautious at first, but as soon as you both started talking, you realized you had a lot in common—especially when it came to dealing with the stubbornness of the Itoshi brothers.

"They’re both idiots," she sighed, stirring her drink.

You chuckled. "Tell me about it. But I know Rin misses Sae… even if he won’t admit it."

She nodded. "Rin won’t stop talking about how much he hates him, but when he watches Sae’s matches, I can tell he still looks up to him."

You leaned forward, determination in your eyes. "Then we should do something about it."

The plan was simple. You and Rin’s girlfriend would invite both brothers to the same restaurant under different pretenses. Sae thought he was having dinner with you, and Rin believed he was just meeting his girlfriend. Neither of them knew the other would be there.

The moment they locked eyes across the table, tension filled the air. Rin’s brows furrowed, his jaw tightening, while Sae simply sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"...Tch. What is he doing here?" Rin muttered.

"I could ask you the same thing," Sae responded coolly.

You exchanged a quick glance with Rin’s girlfriend before giving them both an innocent smile. "Well, since you're both here… might as well sit down and eat, right?"

Rin’s girlfriend chimed in, "Unless you two want to be the center of attention in a public place?"

That shut them up. Begrudgingly, they both took their seats, glaring at each other.

At first, the conversation was stiff, filled with short, clipped responses and passive-aggressive remarks. But as the meal went on, things started to ease up. Sae made a passing comment about Rin’s recent match, and despite his initial reluctance, Rin couldn’t help but respond with a scoff and a smirk.

"You were watching?" Rin asked, trying to sound indifferent.

"Obviously," Sae replied. "You’re still predictable, though."

"And you’re still an arrogant bastard."

You and Rin’s girlfriend held your breath for a moment, worried things would escalate—but then Rin let out a small chuckle, and Sae’s lips twitched into something resembling a smirk.

It wasn’t a perfect reconciliation, but it was a start.

By the end of the night, Rin still acted stubborn, and Sae still held onto his pride, but something had changed. As they left, Sae gave Rin a small nod, and Rin—though hesitant—nodded back.

And that was enough.

As you and Rin’s girlfriend exchanged victorious grins, you knew one thing for sure: This was only the beginning.

#ladybunny #x reader #fluff #blue lock #itoshi sae #itoshi rin #sae itoshi x reader #rin itoshi x reader #blue lock x reader #x female reader #itoshi brothers

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grandline-fics · 1 year ago

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Siren Song

DESCRIPTION: The first time they hear you sing captivates them

WARNINGS: None

CHARACTERS: Crocodile, Kid, Law, Marco, Ace

WORDS: 1,428

A/N: Don't know where this idea came from but wanted to use it to test writing for two characters I haven't tried yet.

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

MASTERLIST

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CROCODILE

Crocodile hated any form of weakness, it was something he always strived to wipe out from any avenues in his lie. In Baroque Works any sign that his subordinates were slipping, they were eradicated. When he ran his casino in Alabasta it was run to the highest quality even though it was merely a front to hide his shadier activities in the country. He held that same level of ruthlessness since getting out of Impel Down and starting the Cross Guild. While the clown had a more infantile and infuriating method to seeking out recruits and managing them, he was not so soft and he was more involved than how Mihawk chose to be with his share of employees under his command. Because of his workload, he needed assistance in some form.

Which was were you came in. You were the perfect balance of professionalism and personable that he needed to act as a mediator and relay messages to Mihawk and Buggy when he was in a mood to deal with neither. You did your tasks efficiently and without complaint or any need for further explanation. At the end of the day his business was still his and if you’d been the kind to pry into it, then that would have been your one and only mistake. Thankfully you’d proven yourself to be exactly what he needed, the only startling thing was that your recommendation came from Buggy. “Oh don’t give me that look, Croc! They’re so talented that even you will approve of them. Just give them a chance.” Buggy had told him and now he had to begrudgingly admit that the clown was right for once.

As he approached his private study for his day’s work he wasn’t surprised to hear you inside already assembling his tasks for his arrival. He was however caught off guard by the sound of your voice drifting through the partially open door. In all his travels he’d never heard singing quite like it and unable to resist he moved closer but tried to withhold any noise in his steps in fear you would stop. Crocodile watched you organise bounty posters and gathered intelligence into their appropriate piles and in order of importance, singing beautifully and unaware of your enraptured audience.

Suddenly the den-den mushi on his desk began to ring, causing you to stop your song and answer. Immediately Crocodile was snapped out of the spell you’d unintentionally placed on him and he entered, watching as your expression adopted it’s usual warm greeting when he appeared. As always he offered you a single nod but he eyed you almost warily as he slid into his seat at his desk. Quickly needing to be distracted from his thoughts of you and your voice he took over on the phone call while you took your place in your chair by the wall as you continued your work.

Crocodile didn’t like weakness but it was undeniable that in the moments he was listening to your singing, he was completely powerless. It worried him to know that there was a part of him that could be disarmed like that and he didn’t like it. Throughout the day he tried to tell himself that it was just a one off thing, he was just taken by surprise because he’d never heard you sing before that was all. That had to be the reason. However when he heard you humming to yourself later that day he stopped what he was doing completely and found his gaze being pulled into your direction.

Once again his reverie was broken only when you’d stopped. You tilted your head at Crocodile curiously, he hadn’t seemed himself all day. “You okay, Boss?” You asked watching as the man slowly blinked, snapping out of whatever daydream he’d been lost in. When he muttered out a sharp ‘I’m fine.’ you could only shrug and take him at his word, completely oblivious to the fact that he was most definitely not fine and it was all your fault.

KID

“I got a question for you,” You looked across the large table in the tavern to fix your gaze on Killer curiously, taken by his tone. The crew had only just arrived and had yet to have a single drop of alcohol yet. Usually the questions and more serious discussions arose after at least a few drinks. Still you let your expression show you were listening, intrigue getting the better of you. “Why don’t you ever sing?” That took you by surprise and you let out a small, unsure laugh that only grew when the others joined in now that it was pointed out.

“Yeah, you never join in when we’re all singing together and most of us sound like shit!” Wire joked while Kid barked out a laugh from behind you. “Speak for yourself, everyone knows I sound like an angel.” The table laughed loudly and you glance up as your Captain and boyfriend nudged your side to grab your attention. “So come on, why don’t you sing. You’re part of this crew so you can’t say it’s because you’re shy or anything.”

Slowly you sighed and knew that there was no point in telling any of them to drop it. If you ignored them now it would be the main topic of conversation and what they would pester you with for the foreseeable future. They were all like children, hellbent on getting an answer they deemed acceptable. “I don’t sing because I’m shy. I don’t sing because I know none of you are going to react well to it.”

“Aw you can’t be that bad.” Heat grinned, trying to comfort you but you shook your head.

“I didn’t say that. I’m not bad, I’m good. So just trust me when I say that if you hear me sing you will all react in a way that’s going to put a dampener on tonight.” You clarified just as the trays of drinks arrived. “Let’s just drink and have a nice time okay?” When everyone followed your lead and reached for their drink you really believed that the topic had been put to bed. More fool you.

As you all enjoyed each other’s company and spent the evening telling stories and jokes, everyone at the table still couldn’t quite ignore your bold statement and their interest had been well and truly ignited. When the evening was winding down into the more relaxed and less boisterous, Kid decided that as Captain he should be the one to brave the consequences and return to the topic. Slowly his arm that had been draped around your waist moved to lightly tap your thigh. Comfy in your position with your back against his side, you tilted your head back to look at him with a bright smile. “Will you sing now?” He asked watching your smile immediately drop into an annoyed scowl.

“I know what you’re going to say but we did as you asked. We all behaved and had a good night that’s almost winding down. So what’d’ya say? Sing one song before we have to head back to the ship?” You searched Kid’s eyes and slowly looked around at your crew, seeing they all looked at your with the same awaiting expressions. You rolled your eyes and set your mug on the table.

“On your own heads be it.” You warned as you settled back against your boyfriend. After taking a small breath you began to sing an old sea shanty you knew, letting your voice carry out over the tavern that immediately fell silent as the patrons halted their own conversations to listen. The second that you started to sing, Kid’s body froze and his loose grip around you tightened out of reflex, out of pure instinct to be drawn closer to you and your hypnotic voice. He didn’t think it was possible to fall even more in love with you.

At first he hadn’t truly understood what you meant that everyone would react badly to such a powerful and beautiful voice but when he felt the first tear fall from his eyes did he realise. Quickly blinking he looked around to see the rest of the crew and tavern were all staring with glassy, shimmering eyes while others were crying fully but just barely managing to suppress the sound. When you finished the song, Kid pulled you back to place a kiss against your hair. “Maybe you should only sing for me from now on. It's far too dangerous.” Well you did warn them.

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amethystarachnid · 1 month ago

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I know that we are always asking for part 2 of your fics, but it’s because they are all so good 🫠 can you please please lemas e write a part 2 of Stuck? This time they will never be apart again 🥺

STUCK - part 2

⤷ ANTHONY “TONY” E. STARK

ᯓ★ Pairing: Anthony “Tony” E. Stark x fem!reader

ᯓ★ Genre: fluff, romance, some action

ᯓ★ Word count: 7.2k

ᯓ★ Part 1

ᯓ★ Summary: to never be apart again what's better than marriage?

ᯓ★ TW(s): nothing I think?

ᯓ★ Love is in the air - Valentine's Day special game

ᯓ★ My Masterlist

ᯓ★ MARVEL Holiday Special

ᯓ★ MARVEL Multiverse - choose an AU, pair it with your favorite character and make a request!

ᯓ★ Songs & Superheroes tales - The Game (to make a request, follow the rules on the link!)

ᯓ★ MARVEL Bingo

ᯓ★ English isn’t my first language

Over the next few months, everything changes—and yet, somehow, nothing does.

You and Tony fall into a rhythm, one that feels both familiar and completely new. Missions come and go, each one bringing its own brand of chaos, but the biggest difference now is that you’re in this together, in a way you weren’t before. There’s no more pretending, no more running away. You’re his, and he’s yours, even if neither of you says it outright.

You start spending more time at Avengers Tower, though you tell yourself it’s just for convenience. It makes sense—you work closely with the team, and it’s easier to stay in the city rather than bouncing between locations. But deep down, you know it’s more than that.

And so does Tony.

He doesn’t push. He doesn’t ask you to move in or even make a big deal out of it. Instead, he does what Tony Stark does best—he makes adjustments, subtle changes, little shifts that gradually pull you deeper into his world before you even realize it’s happening.

It starts with small things.

One day, after a grueling mission, you come back to the tower, exhausted and sore, fully prepared to pass out on the nearest available surface. You drag yourself into Tony’s lab, because of course, that’s where he is. The man has a penthouse full of comfortable furniture, but he still prefers to tinker in his workshop at all hours of the night.

When you walk in, you expect to see him hunched over some piece of tech, completely in the zone. What you don’t expect is the brand-new couch sitting in the corner of the lab, sleek and ridiculously comfortable-looking.

You raise an eyebrow. “Since when do you have a couch in here?”

Tony barely glances up from his work. “Oh, that old thing? Just thought it might be nice to have somewhere to sit. Y’know, for me.”

You cross your arms. “For you.”

“Yep.” He turns a wrench, eyes locked on the arc reactor core he’s modifying. “Sometimes I like to take a break, kick my feet up, maybe take a nap.”

You glance between him and the couch, then back again. You don’t believe him for a second.

But you don’t call him out on it, either.

Because the truth is, the moment you sit down, you know exactly why he put it there. It’s soft, but not too soft, the perfect balance between comfort and support. And positioned just right—close enough to him that you can watch him work, but far enough that you won’t be in the way.

It’s for you.

He won’t say it, but you know.

And that’s just the beginning.

A week later, there’s a second toothbrush in his bathroom.

The week after that, your favorite brand of coffee appears in his kitchen.

Then, somehow, your clothes start migrating into his closet. First, it’s just a hoodie or two, then a pair of sweatpants, then a couple of shirts. You’re not sure when it happens, but one day, you open a drawer in his room, and it’s full of your stuff.

Tony never mentions it. He never makes a big speech about you staying over more or tries to define anything. He just makes space for you, little by little, until one day you realize you don’t just visit Avengers Tower.

You live there.

Not officially. Not technically.

But you do.

And you like it more than you care to admit.

The missions don’t stop, of course. You and Tony are still a team, still fighting side by side, still driving each other insane in the middle of battle. But the difference now is what happens afterward.

Now, when a mission goes south, you don’t go back to your own place to lick your wounds alone. Now, when things get rough, Tony doesn’t drown himself in work and pretend nothing’s wrong.

Now, you come back together.

It’s not always perfect. Tony is still Tony—brilliant, frustrating, impossible Tony. He pushes himself too hard, gets lost in his own head, and occasionally drives you up the wall with his reckless decisions.

And you’re still you—stubborn, independent, not always great at letting people take care of you.

But somehow, it works.

One night, after a particularly brutal mission, you find yourself curled up on your couch in the lab, watching as Tony fiddles with some new tech. You’re wearing one of his hoodies—one that he definitely noticed you stole but never bothered to take back.

He glances at you over his shoulder. “You good?”

You hum in response, too tired to say much more.

Tony sets his tools down and walks over, leaning against the armrest beside you. “Wanna go upstairs?”

You shake your head. “Comfy.”

He rolls his eyes but doesn’t argue. Instead, he reaches for the blanket draped over the back of the couch—the one that wasn’t there a month ago—and tosses it over you.

You peek up at him, smirking. “You definitely got this couch for me.”

Tony scoffs. “Pfft. Please. I got it because my lab needed a touch of luxury.”

“Right.” You pull the blanket tighter around you. “And the blanket?”

“Also for me. Sometimes I get cold.”

You laugh softly, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous.”

He grins. “And yet, here you are.”

You don’t argue, because he’s right. You are here.

And for the first time in a long time, you don’t feel like running.

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The evening is perfect. Which, of course, is a problem.

Tony Stark doesn’t do perfect. He does grand, extravagant, excessive. He does too much or not enough. But this? A candlelit dinner at one of the most exclusive restaurants in the city, a private balcony overlooking the skyline, champagne that costs more than some people’s rent?

It’s dangerously, terrifyingly perfect.

And Tony is losing his mind.

You don’t seem to notice. Or maybe you do, but you’re too polite to call him out on it just yet. You’re dressed to kill, absolutely stunning in a way that makes him momentarily forget how to form words. He’s in his usual sharp suit, but for once, he feels like the underdressed one.

Not that he cares. He’s too busy having a crisis.

Because tonight, he’s going to ask you to marry him.

Or, at least, that was the plan. Right now, he’s just trying not to choke on his own anxiety.

You take a sip of your drink, watching him with a knowing look. “You’re acting weird.”

Tony blinks. “Weird? Me? No. This is just—this is my normal level of charm and charisma.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Your hand is shaking.”

He looks down. Damn it. He shoves his hand under the table. “It’s—low blood sugar. Didn’t have enough snacks today.”

You smirk. “Uh-huh.”

He clears his throat, reaching for the wine bottle. He pours himself a glass, miscalculates, and nearly overflows it. He curses under his breath, setting the bottle down a little too forcefully. A few people at nearby tables glance over, but he ignores them.

You lean forward, resting your chin on your hand. “Tony.”

“Hmm?”

“You sure you’re okay?”

He forces a grin. “Never better. Just enjoying the night. Which is great, by the way. Super romantic. You’re impressed, right?”

“I mean, it is a nice restaurant.” You glance around. “A little too nice. I was wondering why you went full billionaire mode on this one.”

Tony swallows. Shit. This is not going well.

He needs to just do it. Pull out the ring, say something smooth, get a ‘yes’ from you before he completely self-destructs.

He takes a deep breath. “So. Uh. You know how we’ve been doing this thing?”

You blink. “This thing?”

“Yeah. Us. Being together. Dating. Cohabiting. Occasionally saving the world.”

You tilt your head, clearly amused. “Tony, we’ve been dating for almost a year. Are you just now realizing it?”

“No! No, I mean—” He groans, rubbing his forehead. Jesus, why is this so hard? He had a plan. A speech. A whole thing. Where did it go?

You’re watching him now, suspicious and way too entertained. “You’re acting really weird.”

Tony exhales sharply. “Okay. Alright. Fine. No more stalling.”

You blink. “Stalling for what—?”

He shoves his chair back, stands up abruptly, and then immediately regrets it because now the whole restaurant is looking at him. Fantastic. Just fantastic.

You straighten, eyes widening slightly. “Tony?”

He fumbles in his pocket, almost drops the damn ring, and then—finally—manages to kneel.

Gasps ripple through the restaurant. Somewhere, a waiter whispers, “Oh my god, is that Tony Stark proposing?”

Tony barely hears it. He’s too busy trying not to pass out.

He looks up at you, and for a second, the panic fades. Because you’re staring at him with so much emotion—surprise, warmth, something dangerously close to tears in your eyes.

He licks his lips, heart pounding. “Okay. So. Here’s the thing.”

You bite your lip, clearly fighting a laugh. “This is already a disaster.”

“Shut up, I’m trying.”

You snicker, but gesture for him to continue.

Tony exhales. “I was gonna make this speech. Something charming, heartfelt, maybe even poetic. But let’s be real, I’d probably mess that up too, so I’m just gonna—look, I love you.”

You blink.

“I love you,” he repeats, firmer this time. “I don’t do feelings. I suck at them. But you—you make it easy. You make it make sense. And I don’t wanna do any of this without you. Not the crazy missions, not the stupid arguments, not even the times you steal my coffee and tell me it was yours the whole time.”

You laugh, and it makes his chest ache in the best way.

“So.” He flips open the ring box, staring up at you. “Marry me?”

The restaurant is dead silent.

You look at him. Then at the ring. Then back at him.

And then you hum, tilting your head thoughtfully. “Mmm… I don’t know.”

Tony freezes.

The entire restaurant collectively gasps. Someone drops a fork.

His heart stops.

You grin, leaning forward. “Kidding.”

He exhales so hard he nearly falls over. “Oh my god—”

“Yes,” you interrupt, laughing. “Yes, you idiot. Of course, I’ll marry you.”

The relief is instant—so overwhelming that he actually laughs, running a hand down his face. “You evil woman.”

You reach for his tie, tugging him closer. “Took you long enough.”

He grins, shaking his head. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Get down here and kiss me before I have an actual heart attack.”

You do.

The restaurant bursts into applause, cameras flash, and somewhere in the back, a group of strangers start cheering like they’re at a sporting event.

Tony doesn’t care.

Because you just said yes.

---

As soon as the elevator doors slide shut, Tony lets out a massive breath, leaning against the wall like he just survived a near-death experience.

“Well,” he says, running a hand through his hair, “that was the most stressful thing I’ve ever done in my life, and I have literally fought aliens.”

You smirk, still buzzing from the proposal. “Really? That was worse than intergalactic warfare?”

“Oh, easily.” He gestures dramatically. “At least in a battle, I know what I’m doing. This?” He waves the ring box in the air. “This was a nightmare.”

You roll your eyes fondly and step closer, wrapping your arms around his waist. “You poor thing. Did picking out a ring almost kill you?”

Tony scoffs. “Almost? Babe, I barely made it.”

You laugh, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Tell me.”

He sighs heavily, slipping his arms around you in return. “Alright, so picture this: I decide, ‘Hey, let’s do the whole romantic, fancy ring thing, how hard could it be?’ Turns out, it’s insanely hard. Do you have any idea how many different types of engagement rings exist? There are shapes—round, oval, princess cut, emerald cut. Then there are settings, then metals, then apparently ‘clarity’ is a thing? I nearly had a nervous breakdown in some overpriced jewelry store.”

You grin. “I wish I could’ve seen that.”

“Oh, no, you don’t,” he says. “Pepper had to physically stop me from throwing a two-million-dollar ring across the room out of frustration.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Two million?”

“Ridiculous, right?” Tony shakes his head. “Even I have my limits.”

You snort. “That’s news to me.”

“Anyway,” he continues, “it took weeks to pick the right one. I went through, like, fifty designs, and none of them were you enough.”

You glance down at the ring now sitting on your finger—the perfect balance of elegance and simplicity, classic but undeniably you. You can already tell that he didn’t just buy something expensive—he thought about it. Put real effort into finding the one that suited you, not just what looked flashy.

You soften. “You did good, Stark.”

Tony relaxes a little, pride flickering in his eyes. “Damn right, I did.”

The elevator doors open, leading straight into the penthouse. Tony grabs your hand and pulls you inside, still buzzing with adrenaline.

“Now, hiding the ring? That was hell.”

You follow him to the couch, kicking off your heels as he collapses onto the cushions, running a hand down his face. “What do you mean?”

He groans. “Babe, do you have any idea how impossible it is to hide anything from you? I had to switch hiding spots, like, five times because you almost found it every damn time.”

You tilt your head, curious. “Where’d you hide it?”

Tony smirks. “Oh, first it was in my safe, but someone decided to snoop for snacks and almost cracked the damn code.”

You blink, then burst out laughing. “Wait—I did find a new candy stash in there—”

“Yeah, because I had to move the ring! Then I hid it in one of my suits, but you decided to borrow that one for a mission.”

You gasp. “I wore the suit with my engagement ring inside?!”

Tony nods dramatically. “Flying around, dodging bullets, completely oblivious to the multi-karat rock literally inches away from you.”

You shake your head, laughing. “I cannot believe this.”

“Oh, it gets worse.” Tony leans back, resting an arm along the couch. “I finally settled on hiding it in my lab—deep in a drawer, under a bunch of old schematics, impossible to stumble upon. Then one day, you walk in, looking all cute and innocent, and go, ‘Hey, Tony, can I borrow some paper?’”

You gasp. “No.”

“Oh, yes,” he says, nodding. “I watched in horror as you opened that exact drawer.”

Your mouth drops open. “How the hell did I not see it?”

“Because the literal grace of the universe intervened.” He puts a hand over his chest. “You reached in, grabbed the top paper, and closed the drawer one inch before the box would’ve been in your line of sight.”

You stare at him. “You were dying inside.”

“Dying,” Tony confirms. “I almost tackled you.”

You laugh so hard you nearly fall off the couch. “You idiot.”

“Excuse me, genius, actually,” he corrects, tugging you onto his lap. “Because, despite all that, I still managed to pull off a killer proposal.”

You straddle him, resting your arms on his shoulders, smiling. “Mmm. I don’t know if I’d call it killer.”

He scoffs. “I got a yes, didn’t I?”

You hum thoughtfully. “Eventually.”

Tony narrows his eyes. “You played me. I almost had a heart attack, and you enjoyed it.”

You grin. “Oh, absolutely.”

He groans, dropping his head onto your shoulder. “You’re the worst.”

You run your fingers through his hair. “And yet, you wanna marry me.”

Tony lifts his head, locking eyes with you. The teasing fades slightly, replaced by something warmer, something real.

“Yeah,” he murmurs. “I really do.”

Your breath catches. You’ve known it—felt it—but hearing it so sincerely, so softly, makes your heart ache in the best way.

You cup his face, brushing your thumb along his cheek. “Then what are you waiting for?”

Tony exhales sharply. “You’re trying to kill me.”

You smirk. “Just a little.”

He groans, but the moment you lean down to kiss him, he’s done for.

The teasing vanishes, replaced by heat, by something that’s been building since the second he put that ring on your finger. His hands slide up your thighs, grip tightening as he pulls you closer. You kiss him deeply, savoring the way he melts into you, how his breath stutters when your fingers slip under his collar.

One second, you’re on the couch. The next, he’s lifting you, carrying you to the bedroom without breaking the kiss.

The night stretches on, filled with laughter, whispered confessions, and slow-burning passion.

Tony Stark might’ve spent months panicking about tonight, but right now?

Everything is exactly as it should be.

The morning light filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. It’s quiet, the kind of peaceful silence that only comes after a night well spent. You stir slightly, shifting under the blankets, only to feel a solid warmth pressed against you.

Tony.

He’s still asleep—something that doesn’t happen often. Usually, he’s up before you, tinkering away in the lab or busy with something he claims is urgent but really isn’t. But today, he’s here, his arm draped over your waist, his face nestled against your hair. His breathing is slow and even, completely at ease.

You smile, shifting just enough to look at him. His face is relaxed, free of his usual sarcastic smirk or the furrow of concentration he always wears when he’s working. You reach up, brushing a hand through his messy hair, and he lets out a sleepy hum, tightening his grip around you.

"Morning," you murmur.

He groans. "No, it's not. Morning is a myth. It doesn’t exist."

You chuckle. "So the sun just decided to take the day off?"

"Exactly," he mumbles against your shoulder. "Tell it to go away."

You shake your head, running your fingers along his back. "If I do that, how are you gonna bring me breakfast in bed?"

Tony finally cracks one eye open, peering at you. "Is that what you think is about to happen?"

You grin. "I know it is."

He huffs, but the corners of his mouth twitch up. "You’re getting cocky."

"I just got engaged to Tony Stark. I think I deserve a little cockiness."

Tony sighs dramatically, stretching before rolling out of bed. "Fine. But if I burn something, it's your fault."

"You have a fully staffed kitchen downstairs."

"And yet, I insist on making it myself," he calls over his shoulder, already walking toward the door. "Because I am nothing if not a devoted fiancé."

You watch him go, shaking your head fondly before snuggling back under the blankets.

Fifteen minutes later, Tony returns, holding a tray with an impressive-looking breakfast spread—pancakes, fruit, coffee, and what looks like freshly squeezed orange juice.

You blink. "Did you actually make this?"

Tony smirks. "Depends. If it’s good, then yes. If it’s bad, then I had absolutely nothing to do with it."

You laugh as he sets the tray down in front of you, climbing back into bed. He sits beside you, stealing a strawberry from the plate before handing you a fork.

As you take your first bite, he watches you closely. "Well?"

You hum in approval. "Not bad, Stark. You might have a backup career as a chef."

"Please, I’d own the restaurant, not work in it," he says, leaning back against the headboard.

You nudge him playfully. "Speaking of big events, we need to talk about the wedding."

Tony groans. "Already? Can't we just enjoy the engagement phase for a little while?"

You smirk. "You do realize that means people are gonna keep asking about it, right? If we don’t pick a plan, Pepper’s gonna take over, and I don’t think either of us is prepared for that level of efficiency."

Tony winces. "Good point. Okay, fine. Where do we start?"

You sip your coffee, considering. "Well, first things first—where do we want to have it?"

Tony tilts his head, thinking. "New York is too predictable. And way too many reporters."

"Agreed. I don’t want to deal with paparazzi sneaking in pretending to be waiters."

"Vegas?" he suggests, smirking.

You shoot him a look. "Absolutely not."

"Alright, alright. What about a destination wedding? Something exotic?"

You brighten at that. "Now that sounds interesting. Somewhere with a beach. Blue water, white sand, no one around to ruin it."

Tony nods approvingly. "Private island wedding. Very Stark of us."

You roll your eyes. "I wasn’t thinking that extravagant, but I do like the idea of a beach wedding."

Tony grins. "Babe, if we’re doing this, we’re doing it right. No half-measures. I’ll find us a gorgeous, exclusive spot. No cameras, no distractions—just us and the people we actually like."

You smile, leaning against his shoulder. "That actually sounds perfect."

He presses a kiss to the top of your head. "Then it’s settled. A beach wedding it is."

You sigh contentedly, taking another bite of your breakfast. "This whole getting engaged thing isn’t so bad."

Tony smirks. "Told you. And just wait until I start planning the honeymoon."

You laugh. "Should I be worried?"

"Absolutely."

You shake your head, but you can’t stop smiling. The morning stretches on, filled with quiet conversation, lazy cuddles, and the easy kind of happiness that only comes when you know you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.

---

The day starts with excitement, a whirlwind of plans and decisions as you and Tony prepare to fly out and visit potential wedding locations. Of course, nothing with Tony Stark is ever simple, so when he insists on taking the Stark Industriesprivate jet, you barely bat an eye.

"You do know that normal people just look at pictures online and pick a place, right?" you tease as you step onto the sleek jet.

Tony scoffs, guiding you inside with a hand on the small of your back. "Normal people also eat frozen dinners and drive non-billion-dollar cars. Do I look like a guy who does 'normal'?"

"Not in the slightest," you admit, taking a seat on one of the ridiculously comfortable leather chairs.

Tony flops down across from you, stretching his legs out. "Besides, picking a wedding location is a big deal. We’re not just picking any beach; we’re picking the beach. The one where we’ll say our vows, drink overpriced champagne, and listen to Steve give a speech about how I’ve 'finally matured.'" He makes air quotes with his fingers, rolling his eyes.

You laugh. "You realize no one actually believes that, right?"

"Yeah, well, I’ll take what I can get," he says, smirking. "Now, sit back, relax, and prepare to be amazed because I have picked out some of the most stunning, exclusive, and borderline unreachable beaches in the world."

"And yet, somehow, you’ll get us there."

He winks. "Damn right I will."

—

The first beach is beautiful. White sand, clear water, palm trees swaying in the breeze.

Tony steps off the jet, takes one look around, and immediately declares, "Too postcard."

You blink. "Too what?"

He gestures at the scenery. "This looks like the default wallpaper on a laptop. It’s almost too pretty. Feels fake. Next."

You roll your eyes, but you have to admit, there’s something too polished about it. So back to the jet you go.

—

The second beach is somewhere in the Maldives, tucked away on a private island Tony somehow managed to rent for the day.

"This is nice," you say, toes sinking into the warm sand.

Tony crosses his arms, nodding. "Yeah… but something’s missing."

You raise an eyebrow. "Something like what?"

He sighs dramatically. "I don’t know. It just doesn’t feel right."

You stare at him. "You do realize we’re being absurdly picky about a literal paradise, right?"

Tony shrugs. "Look, I refuse to settle. We deserve the perfect spot. One that screams us."

You sigh, but you can't help but smile. He’s impossible. And you love him for it.

—

By the time you reach the fourth beach, you’re starting to think Tony just wants an excuse to drag this out as long as possible.

It’s sunset when the jet touches down on a secluded stretch of coastline. The moment you step off, something feels different. The air is warm, salty, and carries the faint scent of tropical flowers. The beach itself is pristine, untouched, with soft golden sand and gentle waves that lap at the shore.

Tony is quiet as he looks around. No immediate sarcastic remark, no exaggerated criticism. Just… silence.

You glance at him. "Well?"

He exhales, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah. This might be the one."

Your heart skips a beat. "Really?"

He turns to you, nodding. "It’s got the right feel, you know? It’s private, beautiful, not too picture-perfect but still breathtaking. And look at that sunset."

You follow his gaze, watching the sky turn shades of pink and orange. It’s stunning.

Tony takes your hand, threading his fingers through yours. "What do you think?"

You squeeze his hand. "I think… I can picture it. Standing here, saying our vows. You in some ridiculously expensive suit, me trying not to cry."

Tony smirks. "Oh, you’re gonna cry."

You narrow your eyes playfully. "Excuse me?"

He grins. "You’re gonna get all emotional, tear up right in the middle of your vows, and I’m gonna have to heroically hold it together."

You snort. "You? Hold it together? Please. You’ll be sniffling."

Tony gasps in mock offense. "I never sniffle."

"Uh-huh."

He pulls you closer, hands settling on your waist. "Alright, fine. Maybe I’ll get a little misty-eyed. But only because you’ll look so damn good in your dress."

You smile, resting your forehead against his. "So, this is it, then? The beach?"

Tony hums thoughtfully, then nods. "Yeah. This is it."

You let out a breath, looking around again. It really is perfect.

Tony tilts his head. "You know, if we’re gonna do this whole romantic, life-changing decision thing, we should celebrate properly."

You raise an eyebrow. "Properly?"

He smirks. "Skinny dipping."

You burst out laughing. "Tony!"

"What? It’s the ultimate 'claiming this beach as ours' move."

"You just picked it! You don’t own it yet."

He waves a dismissive hand. "Details. Come on, live a little."

You shake your head, still laughing, but when he starts unbuttoning his shirt, you realize he’s serious.

"Tony, we are not—"

He tosses his shirt onto the sand. "Too late, I’m committing."

"Tony—"

He grins, taking a step toward the water. "Last one in has to plan the seating chart."

Your eyes widen. "Oh, you asshole."

He winks. "Love you, sweetheart!" Then he runs, kicking up sand as he sprints toward the waves.

You groan but can’t stop smiling as you take off after him.

The night stretches on, filled with laughter, stolen kisses, and the feeling of knowing—without a doubt—that you’ve found the perfect place to say I do.

---

Planning a wedding with Tony Stark is both the most exciting and chaotic thing you have ever done. He insists on being involved in every detail—except for one. The dress.

It starts innocently enough. You mention that you’re going dress shopping with Pepper, and Tony immediately perks up.

"Cool, I’ll come."

You stare at him. "No, you won’t."

Tony blinks. "Excuse me?"

"You can’t see the dress before the wedding. It’s bad luck."

Tony scoffs. "Babe, I build luck. Do you really think a superstition is gonna change anything?"

You cross your arms. "It’s tradition."

Tony sighs dramatically, slumping onto the couch. "Fine. But I will find out. One way or another."

"You won’t," you say confidently.

He smirks. "We’ll see about that."

—

Dress shopping with Pepper is surprisingly fun. She’s efficient—of course—but she also knows when to just let you enjoy the process. You try on different styles, from elegant to dramatic, before finally slipping into the one.

The moment you see yourself in the mirror, your breath catches.

"This is it," you whisper.

Pepper smiles. "I think so too."

You turn, admiring the way the fabric moves, how it hugs in all the right places. It’s perfect.

The boutique owner beams. "So, shall I put this under ‘top secret’ and make sure no Stark-related spies get access?"

You laugh. "Yes, please."

—

The moment you get home, Tony is waiting.

"So," he starts, leaning against the counter, arms crossed. "Tell me about the dress."

You smirk. "Nope."

"Come on, just a little hint?"

"Not happening, Stark."

He pushes away from the counter, stalking toward you with a look that screams trouble. "What if I convince you?"

You raise an eyebrow. "Convince me how?"

He leans in, hands settling on your waist. "Well," he murmurs, brushing a kiss against your jaw, "I could be very persuasive."

You roll your eyes. "Tony—"

He cuts you off with a kiss, slow and way too distracting. His hands slide up your back, his lips moving in a way that makes your brain short-circuit.

He pulls back just enough to whisper, "So, sweetheart… ballgown or fitted?"

You almost answer.

You shove him back, laughing. "Nice try."

Tony groans. "You’re killing me."

"You’ll survive."

He narrows his eyes. "This isn’t over."

—

Over the next few weeks, he tries everything.

Casual questions over dinner.

"So, when you walk down the aisle, will there be a lot of fabric flowing, or is it more… sleek?"

Playful bribery.

"I’ll tell you exactly what I’m wearing if you tell me what you picked."

Sweet-talking between kisses.

"You know secrets are bad for relationships, babe."

Even full-on distractions.

One night, while you’re curled up on the couch, Tony tilts his head. "Okay, picture this: we’re at the wedding. I’m standing at the altar, looking ridiculously good—"

"Debatable," you tease.

"—ridiculously good," he repeats. "And then you walk in. Describe it to me."

You just laugh. "No."

Tony groans, dropping his head against your shoulder. "Why are you like this?"

You smile, pressing a kiss to his temple. "Because I love watching you suffer."

—

Eventually, the date is set.

It’s not too far away—just a few months—but Tony is already restless. He’s never been one for patience, and now that he knows the exact day he gets to marry you, he’s counting down the minutes.

"I don’t know why we can’t just elope," he grumbles one night as you go over the final guest list.

"Because we want a wedding," you remind him.

"You want a wedding," he corrects, smirking. "I just want you."

Your heart flutters. Even after everything, after all the teasing and planning, he still finds ways to make you melt.

You lean over, kissing him softly. "You’ll survive a few more months."

Tony sighs dramatically. "Fine. But if I don’t make it, tell the world my last words were, ‘She refused to tell me about the dress.’"

You roll your eyes, laughing. "Noted."

The wedding is coming.

And Tony Stark? He cannot wait.

---

The island is buzzing with energy the night before the wedding. Guests have already arrived, the air is warm with an ocean breeze, and the entire place feels like a dream. It’s everything you and Tony wanted—private, beautiful, and filled with people you actually like.

Of course, the night before the wedding means one thing: the bachelorette and bachelor parties.

Pepper, Natasha, and Wanda have taken full control of your night, insisting that you “enjoy your last night as a free woman” while Tony gets dragged off by Rhodey and Sam to a different part of the island. You’re not entirely sure what they’ve planned for him, but knowing Tony, it’ll either be wildly excessive or he’ll get bored after an hour and sneak off to find you.

—

Tony, in fact, does get bored.

The party starts off fine—there’s good music, drinks, and a ridiculous amount of food. Rhodey and Sam seem determined to embarrass him with an overly dramatic toast.

“To the man who somehow convinced a smart, beautiful woman to marry him,” Rhodey announces, raising his glass.

Tony smirks. “I like where this is going.”

Sam grins. “Let’s be honest—none of us thought this would happen. We all placed bets on who would put up with him the longest, and yet, here we are. She said yes. Miracles do exist.”

Tony rolls his eyes. “Wow. Love the support.”

“But really,” Rhodey continues, “we’re proud of you, man. You found someone who makes you actually tolerable.”

Tony pretends to wipe a tear. “That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

The night goes on, drinks flow, and a very expensive bottle of whiskey makes its way into Tony’s hands. He’s feeling good, warm and relaxed, but instead of throwing himself into the party, he does the exact opposite.

He starts talking about you.

Like, only you.

Rhodey notices first.

“You know,” Tony says, swirling his drink, “she does this thing when she’s really focused—like, she bites her lip just a little? And it’s insanely distracting. How am I supposed to get any work done when she does that?”

Rhodey sighs. “Oh boy. Here we go.”

Sam raises an eyebrow. “What’s happening?”

“Oh, he does this thing where he gets drunk and just starts monologuing about how much he loves her.”

“I do not,” Tony argues.

Rhodey gestures toward him. “You literally are right now.”

Tony ignores him. “And don’t even get me started on the way she looks at me. Like, have you seen her eyes? It’s unfair.”

Sam snickers. “Man, you’re gone.”

And that’s how the rest of the night goes—Tony sitting there, completely uninterested in anything that isn’t you.

At some point, a couple of women—probably hired to be entertainment for the party—try their luck, sliding up to Tony’s side with overly flirtatious smiles.

One of them leans in. “Mr. Stark, don’t you think it’s bad luck to spend the night before your wedding alone?”

Tony blinks at her. “What? I’m not alone. I have whiskey and an unhealthy amount of thoughts about my fiancée. I’m good.”

The woman tries again, running a hand down his arm. “Are you sure? Maybe we could—”

“Nope.” Tony stands up so fast he nearly topples over. He points at Rhodey and Sam. “See? This is why I hate bachelor parties. I have zero interest in anyone who isn’t her.”

The woman looks offended. “You’re really going to be that loyal?”

Tony stares at her like she just asked if the sky is blue. “I’m marrying the love of my life tomorrow. Do I look like I’m about to throw that away for some random woman? Jesus. I need to get out of here.”

Rhodey sighs. “Told you he’d do this.”

Sam shakes his head, laughing. “Alright, Stark, where you headed?”

Tony claps them both on the shoulders. “I must find my wife—fiancée, whatever. This party is lame without her.”

“You realize she’s literally at a separate party for the same reason, right?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Tony announces dramatically. “I am a man in love. I must see her.”

Rhodey groans. “You’re so annoying.”

—

Meanwhile, your bachelorette party is in full swing.

Natasha made sure there was just the right amount of chaos, but nothing too over-the-top. You’re sipping a cocktail, laughing at one of Wanda’s stories, when you hear Pepper groan.

“Oh no.”

You turn. “What?”

Pepper sighs. “He’s here.”

You blink. “Who’s here?”

Before she can answer, you hear Tony’s voice.

“Sweetheart!”

You turn just in time to see Tony barreling toward you. He’s clearly tipsy, grinning like an idiot, and looking way too pleased with himself.

You cross your arms. “Tony. This is a bachelorette party. For me.”

He nods. “I know. And I missed you.”

Natasha sighs. “You couldn’t last one night?”

Tony ignores her, wrapping his arms around you. “I had to come. There were women at my party.”

You snort. “That tends to happen at bachelor parties.”

“They touched me,” he says, horrified. “Flirted. Do you know how unpleasant that was?”

Pepper shakes her head. “God, you’re useless without her.”

Tony pouts. “I only want her.”

You roll your eyes but smile, brushing a hand through his hair. “You’re ridiculous.”

He grins. “And you love it.”

You sigh. “Unfortunately.”

Natasha looks at Pepper. “We should’ve bet on how long it’d take him to crash the party.”

Pepper smirks. “I was gonna say two hours. He barely made it one.”

Tony just presses a sloppy kiss to your cheek. “I can’t help it. She’s my favorite person.”

You shake your head, laughing. “Come on, Stark. Let’s get you back before Rhodey and Sam come looking for you.”

He groans. “Ugh, fine. But only if you promise to marry me tomorrow.”

You raise an eyebrow. “That was the plan.”

“Good.” He squeezes your hand. “Because I really can’t wait.”

And with that, you drag your drunk, lovesick fiancé away from the party, laughing as he continues to ramble about how much he really, really loves you.

---

The morning of the wedding is a whirlwind.

Despite how much Tony begged to stay with you until the last possible second, you shove him out of your room at sunrise.

“But what if I accidentally see the dress?” he protests, leaning dramatically against the doorframe.

“That’s exactly why you need to go.”

“I won’t even look! I’ll keep my eyes closed until the ceremony.”

You laugh, pushing him further out. “Tony.”

He sighs. “Fine. But if I pass out from separation anxiety, that’s on you.”

“Go, Stark.”

He pouts but finally leaves, grumbling something about how cruel it is to keep a man from his fiancée mere hoursbefore they’re supposed to get married.

—

Getting ready is… surprisingly nerve-wracking.

You weren’t expecting the weight of the moment to hit you so hard, but the second Pepper zips up your dress, reality sinks in.

You’re about to marry Tony Stark.

“Breathe,” Pepper reminds you, squeezing your shoulders. “It’s just Tony.”

You let out a nervous laugh. “Just Tony. Right.”

Natasha smirks. “The same Tony who has been texting Rhodey every two minutes asking if the ceremony has started yet.”

You shake your head. “Of course he is.”

Pepper checks her phone. “He also just sent, and I quote, ‘What if she changes her mind? What if she decides she’s too good for me and runs off to join a convent?’”

You burst out laughing. “Oh my god.”

Natasha sighs. “We should’ve drugged him.”

You take a deep breath, looking at yourself in the mirror. This is it. You’re ready.

—

Meanwhile, Tony is barely functioning.

Rhodey and Sam have been trying to calm him down for the last hour, but he’s a mess.

“Are you sure she’s coming?” Tony asks for the tenth time.

Rhodey groans. “Tony.”

“I mean, she said she’d marry me, but what if—”

“Dude.” Sam puts a hand on his shoulder. “She loves you. Now pull yourself together before you pass out at the altar.”

Tony swallows hard. “Okay. Yeah. I can do this.”

Rhodey sighs. “Dear god, let’s hope so.”

—

The ceremony is perfect.

The moment you step onto the aisle, Tony freezes.

For the first time in his life, he’s speechless.

You’re breathtaking. And it’s hitting him, really hitting him—he’s about to marry the love of his life.

He barely notices the guests, the music, or anything else. All he can see is you.

And he’s this close to crying.

He blinks rapidly, trying to keep his composure. He’s Tony Stark, damn it. He’s not going to cry at his own wedding.

But then, the vows start.

And when it’s your turn, you look at him with so much love that it completely destroys him.

“Tony,” you say softly, smiling at him. “There’s no one else I would ever want to do this with. No one else who could drive me absolutely insane and make me love them even more for it.”

He lets out a wet laugh, blinking fast. Nope. Not crying. Not yet.

“I love you,” you continue. “Not just for the brilliant mind, or the ridiculous charm, or the way you somehow convinced an entire team of superheroes to tolerate you.”

The guests laugh. Tony sniffs.

“I love you for the way you look at me like I’m your entire world. For the way you make me laugh when I don’t even want to smile. For the way you never give up, on anything or anyone—including me.”

Tony exhales sharply. Okay. He’s definitely crying.

You smile, squeezing his hands. “I promise to love you, even when you tinker in the lab at 3 AM and wake me up with explosions. I promise to stand by you, even when you drive me absolutely insane. And I promise that no matter what, you’ll never have to face anything alone.”

Tony swallows hard. His voice is so unsteady when he finally speaks.

“I—” He clears his throat. “Yeah, I’m—uh—damn it.” He rubs his eyes, making everyone laugh.

“You’re doing great, buddy,” Sam calls.

Tony sniffs again, shaking his head. “I had a whole speech planned. It was brilliant, Shakespeare-level gold—but honestly?” He looks at you, eyes shining. “I just love you. That’s it. That’s all I’ve got.”

And just like that, the rest of the world fades away.

You’re married.

—

The reception is exactly what you both wanted—chaotic, fun, and filled with way too much food.

Your first dance starts off slow and romantic.

Tony holds you close, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Still can’t believe you actually went through with this.”

You smile. “Still can’t believe you didn’t pass out.”

He grins. “Came close. Would’ve been very dramatic.”

The music starts to shift, and before you can react, Tony spins you.

You barely have time to gasp before the entire dance changes—suddenly, he’s dipping you, twirling you, and leading you into a completely ridiculous routine.

The guests go wild.

“Did you plan this?” you gasp between spins.

Tony smirks. “What do you take me for?”

“You absolutely planned this.”

He just winks.

—

The food is incredible.

Tony, of course, insisted on a menu that included way too many options, so everyone eats like royalty.

At one point, you catch him sneaking an extra plate of food while talking to Peter.

“Tony, that’s your third helping.”

He shrugs. “I’m celebrating.”

Peter grins. “This is actually awesome. Way better than any wedding I’ve ever been to.”

Tony pats his shoulder. “Kid, you’re at a Stark wedding. We don’t do boring.”

—

Then comes the cake cutting.

You should’ve known it wouldn’t go smoothly.

The second you and Tony pick up the knife together, you see the mischief in his eyes.

You narrow yours. “Don’t you dare.”

Tony smirks. “Sweetheart, I have no idea what you mean.”

He absolutely does, because the second you cut a slice, he grabs a piece and smashes it into your face.

The entire room erupts.

You gasp, wiping frosting off your cheek. “Oh, you are so dead.”

Tony grins, so smug—until you grab a chunk of cake and shove it right into his mouth.

He coughs, wiping his face. “Okay. Fair.”

—

The night is filled with dancing, laughter, and a ridiculous amount of love.

At one point, Tony pulls you aside, away from the chaos, just to take a breath.

He looks at you, eyes soft. “So. How’s it feel to be Mrs. Stark?”

You smile, leaning into him. “Pretty damn good.”

He wraps his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Good. Because I’m never letting you go.”

And honestly?

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

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wonyqt · 3 months ago

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CINDY LOU WHO PT2

summary It's been two months since you saw him at the party and tried to forget him. You’ve been doing okay, laughing more and not checking your phone for messages that won’t come. But tonight, you run into Jungkook at the convenience store, and your heart stops.

ugh thank u guys sm for liking this short little story! here’s a pt2 my luvs💐

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it’s been two months since that night at the party. two months since you saw him, since you heard his voice, since you forced yourself to forget the way he made you feel. and for the most part, you’ve been okay. maybe not completely, maybe there are still nights where you find yourself staring at the ceiling, wondering what could have been, but you’re happier now. you laugh more. you smile without forcing it. you don’t check your phone expecting a message that’ll never come. you’ve started to let go.

and then, its like the universe is playing some sick joke on you

you’ve heard the rumors—everyone has.

jungkook and jiu broke up.

only lasted two months. something about things not working out. you don’t know how to feel about it. part of you wants to be relieved, the other part just feels empty. it doesn’t matter anyway. he made his choice. and you made yours. you blocked him. cut him off completely.

tonight, though, you’re starving. it’s late, and you don’t have any snacks in your dorm, so you throw on a hoodie, slip on your slides, and head to the convenience store down the street. the air is cold, and the streets are quiet, the only sounds coming from the occasional car passing by.

the store is mostly empty when you get there. you grab a few snacks, something to drink, and pay quickly, eager to get back. you push open the door, stepping out into the night, and as you’re scrolling through your phone, not paying attention, you bump into someone.

your heart stops.

jungkook.

he’s standing there, staring at you like he’s just seen a ghost. and for a second, neither of you move. neither of you say anything. your breath catches in your throat, and you hate the way your heart betrays you, speeding up at the sight of him.

you quickly bend down, picking up the few things you dropped, ready to leave, ready to pretend this never happened, but before you can, he grabs your wrist.

“wait.”

your fingers tighten around your bag. “jungkook, i have to go.”

“can we talk?” his voice is softer than you remember. almost hesitant. almost careful.

you shake your head. “i can’t.”

he exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair. “please. i just… i miss you.”

three words. three stupid words that shouldn’t affect you but do. you hate him for that. for still having this hold on you. for still making you feel something even when you don’t want to.

you sigh, pressing your lips together. “fine. just for a little bit.”

so you walk. back toward the dorms, side by side but not close enough to touch. the conversation is light at first—how have you been, how’s school, the kind of small talk that feels almost unnatural between the two of you. but then there’s silence. heavy and lingering.

you break it first. “i heard you and jiu broke up.”

jungkook nods, looking straight ahead. “yeah.”

“i’m sorry.” you don’t know why you say it. maybe because it feels like the right thing to do.

he lets out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “don’t be.”

you hesitate. “what happened?”

by now, you’ve reached the front of your dorm building. he stops walking, turning to face you fully. there’s something different in his eyes, something you can’t quite place.

“i realized she wasn’t you,” he admits. “the more time i spent with her, the more i missed you.”

you swallow the lump in your throat.

he exhales, rubbing the back of his neck. “i know i broke your heart. and i hate myself for that. i really do. i thought i was doing the right thing, but all i did was ruin the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” he looks at you then, really looks at you, and his next words make your breath hitch. “i still love you.”

your vision blurs. because it took him two months to say this. two months to realize what he did was wrong. two months to regret everything.

you shake your head, hot tears spilling down your cheeks. “i would’ve done anything for you.” your voice cracks, and you don’t care. “i loved you more than i loved myself, jungkook. all i ever wanted was for you to love me back. but you—” you inhale sharply, your hands trembling. “you threw it all away. for her.”

his hands find yours, squeezing tightly. “i know,” he whispers. “i know, and i was so fucking stupid. but i can’t do this anymore. i can’t be without you. i love you.”

and then he’s kissing you.

and for a moment, you let him. for a moment, you forget. because God, you missed him. missed the way he feels, missed the way he makes your heart race.

but then reality crashes down on you, and you pull away, tears streaking your face.

“no,” you whisper. “you never loved me.”

he freezes.

“if you did, you never would’ve left.”

his lips part, like he wants to say something, like he wants to fix this, but it’s too late.

because as much as you want to, you can’t take him back.

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yezznn · 1 month ago

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- Eres para mí - inspired by songs -

pairings: choi yeonjun x gn!reader.

genre: fluff - angst. Idol yeonjun.

warnings: none that I know of - maybe overworked!yeonjun.

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The muffled hum of the city filled the air as you leaned on the windowsill, watching the world below. The faded orange glow of the sunset spilled onto the room, casting long shadows.

It had been weeks since Yeonjun’s schedule tightened like a noose around your shared moments. You understood—the industry demanded that much from him—but understanding didn’t erase the ache of his absence. But what could you do, if it’s everything he’s ever dreamed of?

But leaving has never been an option. It’s not just his presence, though that has always felt like home to you. It’s the quiet certainty in your chest, the unshakable pull that tells you that your place has always been here. Through the chaos, the distance, the fleeting moments when life tries to stretch you apart, you find yourself anchored by the undeniable truth: you belong by his side. The thought of stepping away feels like tearing out a piece of yourself, like leaving the very rhythm that makes your heart beat. So you stay—not out of obligation, but because there is nowhere else in the world where you feel so entirely and irrevocably whole.

Your phone buzzed next to you. A familiar name popped up, and your lips curved into a smile. Sometimes it felt like he could read your mind.

jjun<3: “Wait for me tonight? I have something planned.”

He was always like this—brief, spontaneous, enigmatic texts that left your imagination running wild. You glanced at the clock. Tonight. It didn’t feel real. There was this invisible thread tying the two of you together, no matter how far apart you got.

Hours passed, and when the door finally creaked open, there he was. Yeonjun stood there, disheveled from practice yet perfect, with that mischievous grin he always wore when he was about to surprise you.

“I brought your favorite,” he said, holding up a paper bag from the tiny diner you both loved. “Sorry I’m late.”

Late. The word hung between you, heavier than he intended. It wasn’t just tonight. It was late-night practices, late text replies, late returns home. But this wasn’t the time for those thoughts. Instead, you focused on how he beamed, looking at you like you were the only thing grounding him amidst the chaos. Because, in the end, he was trying. Yeonjun was trying to make up for the lost time. And it hurt because it wasn’t his fault after all, and still, he was making an effort like it was.

“Come on,” he urged, pulling you to the living room floor. The two of you ate under the faint glow of a single lamp, laughing about nothing and everything. He told you stories from his week, his energy contagious, even as fatigue tugged at the corners of his eyes.

As the conversation quieted, a silence fell between you, neither uncomfortable nor heavy—just there. He reached for your hand, thumb brushing against your knuckles in soothing circles, his own way of saying ‘I know what you’re feeling.’

“I know I’ve been...distant,” he admitted softly. “But you’re the one thing that doesn’t feel like work, you know? You’re—” he hesitated, searching for the right words. “You’re the calm in everything, I can’t lose that, so please tell me how to fix it.”

Your chest tightened. This was Yeonjun in his purest form—open, unguarded, raw.

“I get it,” you said, your voice just above a whisper. “I just don’t want to become a stranger to you.”

He shook his head, brows furrowing in a way that made him look somehow offended. And he leaned closer. “You won’t. Not ever. You are for me, and I am for you. And I know that you’re afraid, and it’s not a good moment for you or what’s happening to us, but I’m still here, okay? I’m not going anywhere.”

You leaned into his shoulder, his warmth surrounding you. The moment was fragile but perfect, like a melody that lingered in the air just a little longer than it should.

There were no grand declarations, no promises that the world would make it easier for either of you. But as his hand intertwined with yours, you felt it—the quiet reassurance that no matter how many storms came, this thread between you would remain, unbroken.

a/n: txt covering one of my favorite songs was not on my bucket list but I’m not complaining! Tomorrow is my birthday, yay.

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insidekatmind · 6 months ago

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Where Goodbyes Fade~Jude Bellingham

The rain pounded against the car windows as I drove towards Jude’s house. We’d gone out to dinner for what was supposed to be the last time. After months of trying and endless discussions, we had decided to end things. It just wasn’t working anymore—or at least, that’s what we kept telling ourselves.

I parked outside his house. I sat there, hands gripping the wheel, staring at his front door. I should have just left, said goodbye, and moved on. But something held me back.

Finally, I sighed and got out of the car. Jude opened the door just as I knocked, and despite the grey sky and the tired look on his face, he had that faint, familiar smile.

“I thought you’d already gone,” he said, looking at me with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

“Yeah… I thought so too,” I replied, holding my breath as our eyes met. It felt like it had been ages since we’d looked at each other that way.

“What made you come back?” he asked, and I heard a note of hope in his voice, even though he tried to hide it.

I shook my head, unable to give him a clear answer. “I don’t know. It just felt like… something was missing,” I whispered.

He looked down and gestured for me to come inside. He closed the door behind me, and the silence in the room became heavy. I felt more vulnerable than ever. We looked at each other for a moment without saying anything, but there was so much between us that every word seemed unnecessary.

After a long pause, Jude stepped closer. “So… we should say goodbye, right?”

The words hit me, but I nodded weakly, trying to seem sure of myself. “Yes, it would be… better for both of us.”

“Better?” he repeated, as if he couldn’t believe that word. “God, do you really think this is the right thing?”

“I don’t know, Jude. We’ve tried so many times… we’ve been at this point for too long.”

He took a step back, running a hand through his hair—a gesture I knew well. “Maybe we’re just afraid to go all the way. Maybe we never allowed ourselves to truly surrender to each other,” he said in a low voice, almost as if he were speaking to himself.

I moved closer to him, looking into his eyes. “Jude, if there are things we haven’t said… it’s time to say them.”

He was silent for a moment, then moved his hand to my face, brushing a strand of hair aside. “I’m going to miss you,” he whispered hoarsely, his words thick with an emotion I couldn’t ignore.

“Stop it…” I replied in a low voice, but without any conviction. My heart was pounding, as if it had been waiting to hear exactly that.

“Will you really miss me?” he asked, almost as a challenge, and I saw the determination in his eyes, that same spark that had made me fall in love with him.

“Every single day,” I answered, unable to hold back the truth any longer.

Suddenly, Jude stepped even closer, so close that our breaths mingled. I could feel his warmth, his familiar scent, and every fiber of my being cried out for him.

“Tell me you hate me, if that’s really what you want,” he whispered, his lips just a breath away from mine. “Tell me you don’t need me anymore.”

“I can’t,” I answered, and in that moment, all my determination collapsed. His hands found my cheeks, and the world seemed to stop.

Suddenly, his face was so close that he was all I could see, his lips finding mine in a kiss loaded with everything we had kept hidden for far too long. His arms wrapped around me, and I held onto him as if he were the only thing that mattered.

After a moment, we pulled apart, breathless, but he still held me tightly, as if afraid I might disappear at any second.

“I can’t let you go,” he murmured, his face tense with genuine pain.

“Neither can I,” I replied, unable to hold back the tears. “Maybe we need each other more than we want to admit.”

He smiled, brushing his lips against mine once more. “Then let’s stay. Let’s put away every doubt and this time… really give it a shot.”

And in that moment, I realized that sometimes, even when you think you want to close a door, your heart knows the right choice all along.

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ruewrote · 2 months ago

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𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅.

PAIRING: george o'malley x fem!reader WARNINGS: mentions of death, no use of y/n GENRE: fluff SONG INSPIRATION: lose myself by k?d, phil good WORD COUNT: 666 NOTE: he deserves so much more love

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the locker room was nearly silent, except for the hum of the overhead lights and the distant sound of monitors beeping down the hall. you sat slumped on the bench, still in your scrubs, your hands clasped loosely in your lap, staring at the scuffed tile floor.

the weight of the day pressed down on you. another loss. and another. and another. none of them your fault, none of them preventable, but that didn’t make it any easier.

you had done everything you could, and it still hadn’t been enough.

the door creaked open, the sound pulling you from your daze. you didn’t have to look up to know who it was. everyone else had already gone home, leaving the halls empty and the air thick with exhaustion.

george stepped inside, shutting the door behind him with a quiet click. his scrub cap was gone, his curls slightly disheveled, a few stubborn strands falling onto his forehead.

he looked just as drained as you felt, his usually bright eyes dulled by fatigue.

still, when your eyes met, you gave him a tired but genuine smile.

“hey,” you murmured.

he let out a long breath, a deep, heavy sigh as he crossed the room and sank down beside you. his knee bumped against yours, his whole body slumping forward like all the energy had finally drained from him the moment he sat down.

“hey,” he echoed, running a hand down his face. “god, what a day.”

you hummed in agreement, tilting your head back against the lockers.

“rough one?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

you let out a dry, humorless chuckle. “brutal.”

there was a beat of silence before you leaned into him, your shoulder pressing against his. he didn’t move away, didn’t even seem surprised. just let you settle against him, the scent of antiseptic and faint cologne lingering on his skin.

it was stupid, but you thought he looked his best like this. not after a full night’s sleep, not when he was clean shaven and perfectly put together, but like this. raw, exhausted, the day still clinging to him. so him.

for a while, neither of you spoke. just sat there, breathing, existing.

“i lost three patients today,” you finally said, your voice quieter than before.

george exhaled slowly. “yeah,” he said. “me too.”

the weight of it settled between you. you knew the words he wasn’t saying, the things he was feeling, because you felt them too.

“it’s not supposed to feel this normal,” you admitted. “like, i know we’re supposed to get used to it, but… i don’t want to.”

“you won’t,” he said, shaking his head slightly. “you won’t get used to it. we’ll just learn how to live with it.”

you closed your eyes for a moment, letting his words settle over you. they didn’t make it easier, didn’t erase the ache in your chest, but they helped. maybe that was enough for now.

george shifted beside you, turning his head slightly to look at you. “you wanna grab a bite before heading home?”

you cracked an eye open, smirking faintly. “you asking me on a date, o’malley?”

he huffed a tired laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “i mean… if i was, would you say yes?”

you tilted your head, pretending to think about it. “depends. where are you taking me?”

he sat up straighter, suddenly looking very serious. “joe’s.”

you raised an eyebrow. “joe’s?”

“yeah,” he said, nodding firmly. “a greasy burger, maybe some fries, a drink if we need it. something to make today suck a little less.”

you tried to fight the smile tugging at your lips. “so now you’re really trying to impress me.”

“is it working?”

you pushed yourself up from the bench, stretching slightly. “come on, lover boy. let’s go.”

george rolled his eyes, but he still stood up beside you, and as you walked out together, his hand brushed yours, just for a second.

a second a little too long.

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phantomamour · 4 months ago

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝

coriolanus snow x female rebel!reader - written in third person

within the wicked!au universe

hey so i just kind of went running with this... sequel to this that i tore my own heart out with i'm sorry @milliesfishes and @outlawdaydream no beta for this one. we die like... well... sorry

he had heard the thump as he passed his study door in the hall. something must have fell. he had planned on just ignoring it; it was a problem for the morning when he managed to get even just a few hours of sleep. but then he felt that all too familiar pull in his chest and he heard her whimper. he swung the door open without hesitation.

she was bloody. that was the first thing he noticed. her blood soaked through her shirt as she tried to sit up. he tried to shut the door quietly but it wasn’t his full concern as he rushed to her side and helped her into his arms. neither of them spoke for a moment, like if they did, it would make the startling reality of this reunion become too true. but she was the one who broke the silence.

“i’m sorry. i didn’t- i didn’t know where to go.” he just shook his head. this wasn’t real. this couldn’t be happening. he must have fell asleep at his desk and this was a cruel nightmare. he wiped her tears without hesitance, trying his best not to get her blood on her face. she’d lost so much already. he could tell. he was losing her and far faster than he’d ever imagined he might.

“you’re okay. it’s okay.” he tried to reassure her but the waver in his voice only further reminded her of what was happening. she was dying. she knew it as her pain lessened. she was becoming lighter, deathly so. he wanted to call for help. he wanted to save her. but he knew it was too late.

“i don’t want to leave you. not like this.” she admitted. she had left him plenty of times over the years. but this would be followed with something she couldn’t come back from. this was their last goodbye.

“shh, sweet girl. it’s okay. this isn’t- i’m gonna see you again. just might not be for a while.” his voice broke. he held her tighter, like if he just held her closer to him, she wouldn’t be able to leave. that had yet to work for him before however.

a piece of him would die with her. he knew that. this would be the last thing that tore any love out of him. he wouldn’t survive her death. not the boy she loved anyway. he would just become a broken man, hardened by the reality of losing his true love. he smoothed out her hair as she sank into him more.

“i see you in the trees, my love. it’s why i planted so many. they make me think of you.” he told her, voice nothing more than a whisper, as if he would make her disappear with anything louder.

“i see us there too. in the forest. we’re there. both of us together.” she cried. she couldn’t stop it and he joined her in it. the pain of losing each other in the most finite way.

“will you bury me there?” a sob tore through his chest as he nodded.

“i will. i promise i will.” he wiped her tears again with far shakier hands. he was unraveling. she was pulling at the last string that held him together as she left. the last time he had kissed her, they were just kids. two heartbroken children who knew they couldn't give each the lives they so desperately wanted. but now, as he leaned down to press his lips to hers, they kissed as nothing more than two lost souls.

they were supposed to be intertwined. he knew that. in a perfect world, in the right one, they would grow old together. they wouldn't have spent a moment away from each other from the second they met. but this wasn't a perfect world; it was one destined to break their hearts no matter how hard they tried to stop it.

he watched as the light started to fade from her eyes, doing his best to clean her up. his tears streamed freely down his cheeks as she let out the smallest gasp, as though suddenly she was weightless, her worries and pains lifted in an instant that gave her peace. he could see it; this was his last moment with her. the moment in which he forced himself to give her his softest smile and rub his thumb over her cheek as he said goodbye silently.

it was as if time came to a stop, and he willed the angels to take him right with her. but they didn't. he sat there on the floor with her for hours. he had managed to bring himself to close her eyes after he was sure he wouldn't ever forget the color of them. he held her hand and tried to memorize every crease of her palm. there would never be enough time to know her entirely. he had been weighted with the knowledge of that from the start. no matter how hard he tried, she would have never been fully his.

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alittlegiraffe · 4 months ago

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Title: Whispers in the Studio

Chapter 2: In the Silence Between Words

Warnings:

The air in the studio felt thick with emotion. Marshall stood close to Y/N, his breath warm on her skin, his presence almost overwhelming in its intensity. His lips had barely brushed against yours, but it felt like the world had shifted. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and your hands trembling slightly at your sides as you tried to make sense of what had just happened.

It was almost as if the kiss had happened in a dream. One moment, they were just two people working together, and the next... everything had changed. The quiet, unspoken connection you’d shared for so many years was suddenly out in the open, raw and undeniable.

You stepped back, suddenly feeling the weight of the moment. Your mind was racing, your thoughts tangled in confusion and fear. Was this real? Was he just acting on impulse, or did he feel something too? You didn’t know if you could trust your own feelings, let alone his.

“I—I didn’t mean to—” Marshall’s voice was softer now, the edge that usually laced his words gone. He looked at you with a mixture of uncertainty and hope, his hands hovering awkwardly at his sides. “I don’t want to make things weird, Y/N. I just... I don’t know. I’ve been feeling something for a while now. I don’t know what it is, but it’s real.”

Your heart did a strange flip in your chest. He was being honest. He was being vulnerable in a way that was completely unlike him, and it made every fiber of you want to reach out and hold onto him even tighter.

“I don’t want to make things weird either,” you whispered, your voice barely audible, your gaze flicking to the floor as you tried to gather your thoughts. “But... I don’t know what to do with this, Marshall.”

He took a small step closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “You don’t have to do anything. Not yet. I just... I couldn’t keep pretending I didn’t feel this. I’ve always felt something, even when I didn’t want to admit it. And I know you feel it too.”

You closed your eyes for a moment, feeling the weight of his words settle in your chest. You had spent so many years burying your feelings, telling yourself that you were just an assistant, just a part of the machinery that kept him going. But now, in the quiet of the studio, you realized how much more you had always been to him—and how much more he had always been to you.

You didn’t know what to say, so you simply nodded. It wasn’t enough of anything to say the words you knew were true yet. But in that small gesture, you told him everything he needed to know.

Marshall seemed to take the silence as a sign to back off, giving you some space to exhale. He turned away, running a hand through his messy brown hair in frustration. “I didn’t mean to rush things, Y/N. I just... I just don’t want you to think I don’t care about you, that I’ve just been some asshole who didn’t see how hard you work or how much you mean to me.”

Your heart softened at his words. You had seen the way he pushed people away, the way he kept his distance from everyone. But in the past few months, there had been small shifts—moments when he looked at you longer than usual, when he stayed late just to talk to you, when he seemed to care more about your well-being than just making sure the next track was perfect. You'd thought your heart as just allowed you to imagine those things.

“I know you care about me,” you said quietly, stepping closer to him. “I’ve always known. You’ve always looked out for me in your own way, Marshall. But... this... this is new. And I don’t know what to do with it either.”

Marshall let out a breath, turning back to face you. His eyes were more open than you had ever seen them, like he was standing on the edge of something both thrilling and terrifying. “Yeah, me neither. But I’m willing to figure it out. If you are.”

You hesitated for just a second before nodding, your heart finally settling into something like peace. “I am.”

There was a long pause, the two of them standing close but not touching. It was the kind of moment that felt like everything could fall apart or fall into place, depending on which direction they chose. But for the first time in a long time, you felt like the ground under your feet was steady.

Marshall took another step toward you, his voice low. “I don’t want to mess this up, Y/N. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I don’t want to rush you, but... I want you to know that I’m not going anywhere. If you want to take it slow, we can. But just... just don’t push me away, okay?”

His words struck something deep inside you. You hadn’t realized how much you'd needed reassurance, how much your heart needed to hear him say that he was willing to take his time with you, to be patient with whatever the two of you would start becoming.

“I’m not going anywhere either,” you whispered, finally meeting his gaze fully. The connection between the two of you felt stronger now, like you were two people on the same wavelength, both uncertain, but both willing to try. “Let’s take it slow. I don’t want to lose what we have.”

Marshall nodded, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Good. Because I think we’ve got something worth holding on to.”

You felt your chest flutter as you returned the smile. For the first time in a long time, you weren’t afraid. You weren’t afraid of the uncertainty, of the risk, or of the fear that this could all fall apart. You were just... here. With him.

You glanced at the clock, realizing how late it had gotten. The studio was quiet now, the world outside seeming miles away. “I should probably go. It’s getting late.”

“Yeah,” Marshall said, his voice softer now. “But... you don’t have to leave. Not if you don’t want to.”

You hesitated, but something in your heart told you to stay. Maybe it was because you needed this moment with him, needed to let it all sink in. Maybe it was because, for the first time in a long time, you felt like you were exactly where you were supposed to be.

“I’ll stay,” you said, your voice steady. “But only if you promise not to rush anything.”

Marshall laughed softly, the sound familiar and comforting. “Promise. We’re in no hurry.”

And in the silence that followed, you simply sat together, not needing words to fill the space between them. You had time. And for the first time in ages, time felt like something you could share.

#eminem #eminem x reader #marshall mathers #marshall mathers x reader

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justallmyfantasies · 6 months ago

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a bone to pick

address the issue, don’t ignore it.

contains: dad!alex, angst & smut (unprotected piv)

word count: 3.8k

MINORS DONT INTERACT!

the door creaks open, the coldness hitting your skin from where you were sat on the couch. it had been snowing, some snow now dragged into the doorway of the house.

alex had just came home from work. setting his bag on the side and his coat on the rack. his shoes now untied next to the door. his notices you engrossed in a magazine you had bought recently. you don’t take much notice to him. you know he’s there.

he takes a seat on the armchair opposite, his spot. “where’s olivia?” he asked, wondering where his daughter could be. he rubs his hands together, trying to gain some warmth to them.

you don’t take your eyes off the magazine in front of you. “she’s upstairs, playing.” you reply short. your voice not showing much enthusiasm.

he huffs, ruffling his hair. alex had been at the studio again today. finishing the last few bits of the new album he was working on. he had been there morning til night for the last couple of weeks.

you didn’t see much of him, that annoyed you. you wouldn’t say it though, not to his face. but he could tell. your short responses were enough to make him curious.

“what’s up with you?” he asked. he tried to make his voice sound soft, wanting you to notice he’s actually there. for you to look at him.

you shake your head. “nothing’s up.” again, your response was short.

alex kept his temper controlled. he always did. nothing you did could ever make him want to loose his temper. yeah, he would get frustrated but he wouldn’t take it out on you. god, no.

once more, he runs a hand through his hair. a action he’d do when he felt nervous or frustrated. like now. “then why are you hardly talking to me?” he said. “we’re walking around like we don’t know each other, like we’re not a married couple. come on, that’s not what we do.” finally. he’d said it. well, not all of it. he didn’t want to burst all of his thoughts now. not yet, at least.

you finally looked up from the magazine, your eyes meeting his. there was a hint of annoyance in them, but only a hint. “i have been talking to you.” liar. why are you lying to him?

as if on cue, olivia comes bounding down the stairs, a huge smile on her face. “daddy, you’re home!” she squealed, running over and climbing onto his lap.

alex couldn’t help but smile, his arms wrapping around his baby girl tight. he needed this tonight. “hey, there you are. missed you today.” he mumbled into her hair. he’d never admit to you, but he missed his family. olivia more than you at the moment. that was only because of the growing distant between you both.

he turned to look back at you. your head now looking back down at the magazine, avoiding his gaze.

olivia giggled, wiggling around in her dad’s lap to get comfortable. “guess what!” she exclaimed, grinning up at him.

alex chuckled, curious to know what she was so excited for. “what is it, peanut?” he couldn’t help but grin back, her happiness contagious.

olivia leaned in close, as if what she was about to say was a secret. “mommy said we’re having pizza for dinner!” she said, still keeping her voice low. she glanced up at you, making sure you weren’t listening.

alex laughed again. “pizza, huh?” he was now looking over at you.

you nodded. “yeah, i thought i’d treat us all.” you looked at them both. the sight of olivia with her father was a sight that made you melt, nevermind how frustrated you were with alex.

olivia practically bounced with excitement. “can i pick the toppings?” she asked, her eyes wide with hope.

alex looked down at his daughter, pretending to think about it for a moment. “sure, why not.” he ruffled her hair, messing it up.

olivia squealed with excitement, wrapping her arms around his neck in a hug. she then wiggled off his lap, running back upstairs to her room, leaving you and alex alone again.

the silence between you felt heavy, it was something neither of you liked. alex spoke up first. “do you want me to pay for tonight?” he asked, keeping his voice casual.

you looked at him, a hint of sarcasm in your voice. “no, it’s fine. you’ve been working a lot lately. told you, i wanted to treat everyone.”

alex could hear the undertone of your words. he knew exactly what you meant. he just ignored it. he leaned back in his armchair, watching as you returned your attention back to the magazine. you were avoiding him, he knew it.

alex wasn’t going to start a fight. not now. but it was clear he wanted to talk about it. he hated this thick wall between you both. it had been here for weeks. neither of you knowing how to fix it without a fight.

the rest of the night passed by pretty quickly. dinner was finished and olivia had already been put to bed by alex. it was early, too early to even think about going to bed. you didn’t care. you wanted today to be over.

you were in bed, the covers touching your chin as your back faced the man beside you. the only sound was the pages turning of the book alex was reading and the light coming from the lamp on his bedside table.

the longer you laid there, the more your mind thought. alex could hear you tossing and turning, the noise you were making was becoming infuriating.

he put down the book he was reading, his eyes meeting your back. “i don’t like this.”

you shifted onto your back, finally looking at him. “don’t like what?” you were playing dumb. obviously you knew what he meant.

alex stared back. “you know what i mean. this cold shoulder thing. it’s destroying us.”

you sat up a bit, your head now on the pillow behind you. his words hurt, because they were true. but you weren’t going to say that. “i don’t have a problem.” you replied.

alex almost laughed. “love, come on. talk to me, you know you can.” his hands running through his hair again.

you looked away. “there isn’t anything to talk about.” your tone still blunt.

alex moved closer, his hand going to your shoulder. “don’t lie. i know you’re pissed at me. the way you’ve been for weeks now.” he could feel you tense up. his touch making you shiver.

you swallowed down the lump in your throat. of course you were pissed. he’d been away all the time. more than he usually would. it seemed like work was more important than you and his family. how could you not be angry?

you finally spoke again. “you’re just never here.. and i know that’s not your fault and all. i just hate going to bed without you next to me.”

alex felt guilty. he knew how much you hated sleeping without him beside you. “i’m sorry.” he mumbled, moving to wrap his arm around you, pulling you closer. but you moved away. his arm falling back at his side.

“i don’t want apologies.” your voice was cold again. “i just want you home more.”

alex huffed, running a hand through his hair again. “i need this album done. you know that.”

“how hard is it to come home during the day, at least? to have lunch? play with olivia? spend time with your goddamn wife?” your voice growing frustrated once more.

alex looked at you, his eyes wide with shock. the way your voice rose was completely different to your short responses you’d given previously. he was taken back at your words. “that’s not fair.” he replied, shifting to mirror your position. facing each other.

you laughed bitterly. “fair? isn’t it fair i get to see my husband during the day?” you replied. “not just in the morning and when you decide to come to bed at two in the morning.”

alex sighed, looking away. he couldn’t argue with you. but the album was his main priority right now. being there for his wife and daughter was important too, yes. but this was his career. it would always come first. but he didn’t want to say that outloud.

“i’ll be done in a few weeks, then you’ll have me all to yourself.” he tried to speak calmly.

you scoffed. “what does having you all to myself even mean?” you laughed. were you being too harsh on him? “look, we haven’t had sex in weeks. is that normal for a married couple?” at this point, you weren’t even making a point, just saying everything that needed to be said.

alex’s eyes widened. he wasn’t expecting that. he looked at you, his mind trying to find the right words. “don’t start that.” was the best thing he could reply with.

you took a deep breath. you needed to calm down and stop taking everything out on him. “i’m sorry.”

alex huffed, laying flat on his back. he was frustrated, frustrated and guilty. he knew you needed his attention, he was just so caught up in his work. “look, i’m sorry i’ve been gone all the time. but give me a few more days and i’ll be all yours, and graces.”

you laid down too, turning away from him. now feeling guilty yourself. a few more days would end up being at least a week, but you didn’t say anything.

alex’s hand went to your waist, his fingertips slowly moving under the hem of your shirt. he pulled you closer to him, your back now against his chest.

you didn’t try to pull away, instead, you let yourself melt into his touch. you’d missed it, the feeling that only his skin against yours could do.

alex moved closer to you, burying his head into the crook of your neck. leaving soft kisses against your skin. “come on, baby. don’t turn away from me.” his voice was soft.

you closed your eyes, feeling the shiver run down your back at the feeling on his lips on your skin. you hated how quick you became weak under his touch, knowing exactly how to make you fall.

alex moved his hand further under your shirt, his palm flat against your stomach. he left gentle kisses across your shoulder and your neck, loving the way your skin felt under his. he missed you. he’d missed everything about you. the way your body molded into the shape of his, every little noise that escaped your lips.

you tilted your head back, your breath hitched in your throat. alex knew exactly what he was doing, and it was working. every spot his lips touched made you feel weak and desperate for more.

alex bit down gently on your neck, pulling your body against his. “i need you.” he mumbled, his teeth grazing over your skin again. he pressed his hips into yours so you could feel him against your back.

“yeah?” you breathed out. you leaned back against him, grinding your hips back into his. god he drove you crazy and he knew it.

alex groaned, his hand on your stomach gripping you tighter. “yeah.” he said, his voice low and deep in your ear.

alex’s lips never left your neck. he’d leave small kisses to soothe the spots he’d bitten into earlier. his free hand found its way to your hip, keeping you close to him as he started to grind into you. his own need was starting to grow.

you let out a moan, tilting your head to the side, giving him more access to your neck. you pushed your hips back into his, feeling the tenting in his boxers through the fabric of your shorts, making you gasp again. alex’s hands went to the hem of your shirt, pulling on it, trying to get it off. he wanted to see, to feel all of you.

you helped him remove your shirt, and as soon as that was off, you were flipped onto your back. alex now on top of you. “missed this, missed you.” he mumbled into your skin. attaching his lips onto one of your breasts.

you let out a soft whine, your fingers tangling into his messy hair. you pushed your chest up into his mouth, wanting more from him. it was like he was craving it. craving you. and you wanted to give him whatever he wanted.

alex moved his mouth to your other breast, biting down softly. he then started sucking, leaving marks on your skin. the sounds he pulled from you were only fuel to him. to keep going, to give you more.

in one swift move, the rest of the clothes you both were wearing removed. leaving you in nothing but a pair of panties. alex pulled away, his eyes locking on your now exposed body he missed so much.

he moved back up to you, his hand gently resting on your thigh. he gently pushed your legs apart and moved his body between them. “gonna make up for this, i promise.” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. he looked at you, his eyes darkened with lust.

you opened your legs wider, giving him more room. your arms wrapping around his neck, bringing his face down closer to yours. “please.” you breathe out, the need in your voice loud. “please, i just need you..”

alex’s breath hitched in his throat, the sound of your voice sounding so desperate for him was music to his ears. he couldn’t hold back anymore.

he leaned down to your ear, his lips brushing against your skin. “anything you want, baby.” he replied, his hips moving closer to you, slowly but deliberately. “i’m all yours.”

you swallowed a moan, your hips moving up to meet his. “i just want you.” you mumbled, your nails digging into the skin on his back. “please.. alex, i just need you and only you..” you were getting desperate. the need for him was almost too much.

“i know, baby, i know.” alex replied, his voice low in your ear. he moved his hips against yours, the growing ache in his boxers almost too much.

he reached down with one of his hands, pulling the thin fabric of your panties to the side, and ran his fingers through you. his touch made you shiver, a whine leaving your lips. “just needed to know you’re ready for me.” he said, a smirk on his face.

you whimpered, pushing your hips up into his hand, begging for more. more of his touch, more of him. “i’m ready for you. please, i’m so ready.” you couldn’t care if you sounded like a needy mess. you were desperate.

alex let out a low moan as he heard you beg so sweetly. he hooked his fingers around the sides of your panties, pulling them off of you. he watched as you laid there, completely bare and open for him. just for him.

he took in the sight of you spread out beneath him. the way your chest rose and fell in anticipation. “you’re so beautiful, you know that?” he whispered, as he settled between your legs again.

you shivered again at his words, a flush on your cheeks at the way he was looking at you, like you were the only thing he’s ever wanted. “shh, stop talking.” you mumbled, your tone soft. you reached down and started pulling on the elastic of his boxers. “need you. now.” your voice was laced with want. you needed him, now.

alex let out a breathy laugh at your eagerness, it was almost too cute. “so impatient, baby.” he mumbled, as he pushed his boxers down over his hips, kicking them off and finally getting them out of the way. he leaned back down, hovering over you. “been too long.. way too fuckin’ long..” he said almost to himself, his words getting stuck in his throat. he couldn’t hold back anymore.

you felt your hips press between your legs, his aching length against your core, making you shiver again. you reached down. “need you in me.” your breathed out. it had been too long, you wanted, no, needed to feel him. all of him. he filled you so perfectly.

alex groaned as he felt you press down against him, your words getting to his head. it was like he was losing all his will power. “yeah.. yeah.. i can do that..” he mumbled, his brain not having the ability to really form a sentence anymore.

slowly but firmly he pushed himself into you. your moans mixing with his groans. you felt your eyes roll back at the feeling of him inside you, the pleasure of him almost too much. “oh, oh fuck.” you breathed out as he started to move.

alex buried his face into your skin, his hands gripped at your hips. he bit down onto your neck, hoping to not leave any remaining marks.

he let out a low moan as he moved, the pace quickening. “so good, so good.” he gasped out. the sensation of you around him, after so long, was almost too much. he couldn’t even think properly.

you wrapped your legs around his waist, bringing him closer. so closer. you needed him, you wanted him so badly. it had been too long. you were overwhelmed by him. by the way he was making you feel. you whined out louder as the pace of his hips picked up. “alex.. alex, please..” you breathed out. feeling your end nearing. he knew you way too well.

alex’s head was fuzzy. all his thoughts being blocked out by how good you felt around his length. he knew what you needed and was happy to give it to you.

“come on, baby. come for me, i know you’re close.” he mumbled against your neck. his hips pushing into you with each stroke, hitting all the right spots.

your moans started to get louder, alex’s hand quickly went over your mouth to silence them. he knew where this was going, and he didn’t want to wake up your daughter.

he could feel you shaking against him, your breaths coming out short. you were right there. “that’s it, there you go. good girl.” he muttered, his words low in your ear. “come for me.”

your body tensed as the orgasm hit, hitting you with so much force. your hands clawed down along his skin, you felt like you were seeing stars, the pleasure too felt overwhelming and too good.

alex felt your body shake against his, the way you tensed around him. he knew you were gone, all he could think about was chasing his own release.

he groaned, knowing he was close. “fuck, gonna pull out.” he mumbled through gasps, his movements getting sloppy. he was close, just a few more thrusts and he’d be done.

you shook your head. “don’t. stay.” you managed to say, your arms tugging him closer. “want it.” you mumbled, your mind still in a daze. you knew what that meant, but it was too late for that right now.

alex couldn’t say no to that. when he heard you say you wanted it, your words were like a switch in his mind. he was done for, he couldn’t stop, not now. his movements getting more erratic and his breathing deeper.

“gonna fill you up, baby, so full.” he was mumbling against your skin, his face buried in your neck. he didn’t even know what he was saying. it all just ended up blurting out.

your nails dug deeper into his back as you felt him finish inside you. his moans filling your ears as he felt apart on top of you. neither of you could say anything for a few long moments. the only sound being your heavy breaths.

alex rolled off of you, laying beside you. he was trying to catch his breath, his arm still around your waist, keeping you close to him. he was a sweaty mess. hair everywhere and his body covered in small scratch marks from your nails. his breathing finally starting to slow down.

you snuggled closer to him, your head resting against his chest. still coming down from your high. you were also a sweaty mess, and the two of you were completely drained.

alex turned and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. his mind was still not fully working, but now the guilt and the need for you had subsided. at least for now.

you traced your fingers along his chest as you laid against him, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your skin. “can we not argue like this again..? please.” you whispered.

alex let out a quiet laugh, his hand gently raking through your sweaty hair. he looked down at you, your head against his chest, looking up at him.

“okay, yeah.” he said, his voice still breathy. he placed a kiss on your forehead. “i’m sorry, for being so distant the last few weeks.”

you nodded against his chest, feeling his heart beat. it was slow and steady now, no longer erratic like before. you exhaled, shifting closer to him, wanting to feel more of him. “i just missed you..” you mumbled, your arms wrapping around his waist.

alex’s eyes softened at your words. he had no idea what it must’ve been like for you to feel so neglected this past few weeks.

he ran his fingers along your back, feeling your soft skin beneath his touch. “i know, baby. i know you did.” he paused for a moment, his tone taking on a hint of guilt. “i missed you too, more than you know.”

you smiled faintly, still feeling the lingering sensations of your high. you felt your eyes starting to get heavy, the exhaustion of it all catching up to you. “stay with me, tonight? don’t leave in the morning.”

alex chuckled at your sleepy words. he knew you were worn out, you weren’t the only one though. he moved his body, shifting so he was on his side facing you. “i’ll stay.” he replied, bringing you closer to his chest. “i’m not going anywhere.”

you closed your eyes as you felt his body around you. you buried yourself into him, the scent of him surrounding you. you were so happy to have him back. “love you..” you mumbled, already starting to doze off.

alex smiled to himself, feeling your body against his. listening to the sound of your breathing. he loved that he could finally relax, and hold you again. he missed it way more than he wanted to admit.

“love you too.”

a/n: i hope this is ok, i’ve like proofread like half of it anyway enjoy it as much as i did writing it.

#justallmyfantasies #alex turner x reader #alex turner #alex turner fic #alex turner fanfic #alex turner x fem!reader #alex turner x you #alex turner smut #dad!alex

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wandamaximoffsbadgirl · 1 year ago

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My Favorite Pet

Tease Me (2)

BDSM Preformer!Fem!Reader! X subby! Wanda

Summary: You find yourself alone in bed, but that's okay because you can smell breakfast

Warnings: None! Here you all go have some fluffy morning after loving.

Word Count: 1,570

A/N: I promise pt 3 is going to be full of smut once more, but I wanted to explore their morning after.

You woke up to the smell of bacon stretching out on your king sized bed. Your back is popping after a week of staying on Kate and Yelena’s couch. You fell asleep on the couch, right? Did Wanda move both of you in here?

You got up feeling cold from only wearing a tank top and shorts to bed, grabbing one of your throw blankets and making your way out to the kitchen to find Wanda there, swaying her hips to music as she made breakfast. You smirked and watched her for a moment before speaking up,

“Damn I could get used to this.” you startle her a bit with your voice, but she sees you smiling. You saw the blush on her face as you walked over, wrapping your arms around her waist and looking up.

“I tried waking you up earlier, but you refused so I figured I'd start making breakfast for you Mommy.” Her voice was so soft right now. You were an absolute menace to try and wake in the morning.

“You don't have to call me that outside of the club or the bedroom. Please just call me by my name.” you lean up on your tiptoes to kiss her.

“Are you sure? All my previous-” You cut her off before she can finish that sentence.

“Wanda. I'm sure.” you tell her putting emphasis on her name. “Outside those spaces you're Wanda and I'm Y/N. We are two people and not just our roles.” She simply nods and you kiss her again.

“Okay well Y/N I've made breakfast I hope you like bacon, eggs, and pancakes.” Wanda smiled and so did you.

“I love those things. I'll grab the juices and milk.” You untangled yourself from her grabbing out the pitchers for the two of you.

As the two of you sat and ate you talked about a lot of things and got to know each other better. Conversation with her seemed to flow easily between the two of you. You had never felt this way before. You were typically a guarded person especially after her though opening up didn’t even feel like you were. Instead it felt more like getting reacquainted with an old friend.

“So you have this place because of working at the club right?” Wanda asked looking around my spacious penthouse.

“Yeah Tasha helped me get it originally since it was close to the club and honestly I came from nothing. My parents were poor when I was a kid, but it was by choice. Neither of my parents wanted to work and didn't care that my brother and I were starving. I took care of my brother and raised him. He lived with me for a bit and still comes by, but he went off and became a businessman. He's climbed the ladder to almost being the CEO of the company he works for.” You’re reminded of just how different you and your brother turned out.

“You must be proud of him.” you smile, pushing around the little food left on your plate.

“I am. Sometimes I wonder if he feels the same about me.” You admit solemnly.

“I'm sure he understands that without you doing this he wouldn't have been able to be where he is. You paid for his college right?”

“Yeah through the fucking teeth…” you definitely didn't want to mention fucking the dean to get him in or lowering his tuition rates.

“Then I'm sure he understands. My brother on the other hand is just as bad as me. He creates, designs, and builds BDSM gear like beds and crosses and shit. He's really good at it and runs his own business with a couple of his buddies.” Wanda told you.

“Hmmm I'd love to meet him. I have a spare room I've always wanted to turn into a playroom.” Wanda blushed a scarlet red. You wanted to keep teasing her, but your phone was going off,

“Ughhhhhhhhh!” you picked it up quickly changing your tone, “Hi Tasha. You’re interrupting my breakfast so please make it quick.”

“Wow rude and here I thought you had a good night.” she responded, but you could tell she was smiling.

“Oh I did so good in fact it has continued into breakfast so again if you could make it quick.” I snip at her really not wanting to do this until later.

“Of course it has. Finally back on the horse I see. Well that’s good, anyways since you’re both there I expect to see you tonight.” you rolled your eyes.

“Of course you do. Were people asking for us?” you put the call on speaker.

“Of course they were. You two gave the best performance last night. You’re lucky I’m nice and let you keep all those tips. Most places would take some from you especially with how much you made last night.” you chuckled at her words. As tough as Tasha could be on you she was also soft; she knew you too good at this point.

“Well thank you Tasha for taking such good care of us. When will we be preforming tonight?”

“Opener and then a solo from each of you later in the night once aftercare is done let me know and we’ll work you in.” You could hear the sound of her typing in the background probably trying to figure out the schedule of performers for tonight.

“Okay Tasha. We’ll be there for 5.”

“Okay once your solos are done you’re free to go tonight because Friday I want you two to do multiple shows.” You groan a bit doing multiple shows was always hard for you. It takes a lot out of you to go from Dom to not to Dom again.

“Fine...” You replied reluctantly to your best friend. You knew she heard your tone, but chose not to call you out on it.

“Okay I’ll see you two tonight and I’m glad you found someone again Y/N/N.” You rolled your eyes. Trying to take the phone off speaker before Wanda could hear it.

“Yup kay bye.” You hung up, throwing your phone over onto the couch.

“What’s wrong Y/N?” Wanda asked concerned.

“Nothing amor. I just get frustrated sometimes. It’s not that I don’t like this job because I do. It’s the only thing I’ve ever known it’s just difficult for me sometimes. I have to get into the right headspace. Also I’m not going to lie doing more than one show in a night can be exhausting and I want to make sure you have a good time. I’ve just never been good with multi show nights.” Wanda reached across the table, holding your hand,

“Everything is going to work out fine because this time you’ll have me.” She was smiling, biting her lip as her nose scrunched up.

“You are absolutely beautiful amor. I am so lucky...” You let your words trail off. All Wanda is, is my stage partner, nothing more, and you feel yourself curl into yourself ever so slightly as you retract your hand.

You see her searching your face as to why you pulled away, “Sorry did I do or say something wrong?” Wanda asked and you felt a pit in your stomach.

“No, no meu amor. I just get stuck in my own head. I’m sorry. I have a lot going on with myself and sometimes I’m my own worst enemy. If I ever start pulling away just pull me back harder please?” Wanda is speechless for a moment. “I-if you want to that is you don’t-“ Wanda pushes aside her plate and then your own, climbing on the dining room table and making her way into your lap.

“I’ll pull you so deep you’ll be drowning in me and forget all your problems.” Wanda husked against your lips, making you lean up, chasing her lips for a kiss as she keeps pulling back until you’re whining,

“Wands...” You were pouting and looking up at her, “Please?” She smirked and finally let you kiss her, melting against her as you sighed into it. You needed this, you needed her. You need her? How are you so deep already? How did she do this to you?

“Y/N/N?”

“Hmmm?” You let your eyes flit open and look up at her.

“I’ve never met anyone like you, never had a partner like you. Before last night I thought everything I’d experienced with a Dom was normal...I don’t think...no I know I don’t ever want to go back to that. I know it’s a little forward of me, but would you please continue to be my dom as well as a partner I can rely on?” You reached up and cupped her cheeks.

“If we’re being forward then I’d like to answer your question with a question. I would like to be those things and more so would you be my girlfriend?” You ask, feeling so nervous until she crashes her lips into yours, her hips rolling against you, moaning out at the feeling as you grab her hips.

“Yes. Yes I’d love that.” She husks out against your lips and this is a moment you want to remember forever, every part of it. The sound of her voice, the faint smell of breakfast, her vanilla perfume, the way her lips taste and feel against you, the pressure of her hips and your nails digging into them.

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