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Many thoughts

He sighed, gazing at a photo of you on his phone. He brushed his finger along the screen, his heart aching from how beautiful you were. Loving you should've been a weakness, but it made him feel invincible. You were so wonderfully different from the people he surrounded himself with- unafraid to call him out on his bullshit, leading with kindness, and too pure for the world he lived in. He knew that, but he was too selfish to let you go because you brought light back into his life.

He truly is obsessed

Was Clark planning to drag you to Gotham? The thought of another man trying to take you out of the city made him want to commit violence. And he would soon enough.

I'm sure he will

Jake swiped twice. “Yeah. Lois Lane. Moved here with Clark and also a journalist, but she wasn’t working for The Tribune and she stopped going to work about a month ago. Emailed her resignation notice to her boss. Didn’t even go in to get her stuff.” He looked around the room. “I don’t… I don’t think anyone has really seen her.” Bucky’s stomach sank a bit. He didn’t know Lois, but he knew it would break your heart if something happened to her. “You still in contact with Pooch and Cougar?” Jake nodded. The men weren't necessarily on his payroll, but they were loyal to Jake. “Send them to Clark’s place. Find out anything you can, and find her.”

I truly give Bucky credit for this

Bucky briefly closed his eyes, your screams still echoing in his mind. He wasn’t a man who scared easily, but what happened tonight scared him. He could’ve lost you, and you could’ve lost a part of yourself if they had been minutes later. The worst part was that he hadn’t seen it coming, not completely. He knew what to expect from certain players and had to protect you, but he hadn’t anticipated someone like Clark. Someone who wasn’t in the normal circle of enemies.

This truly got under his skin

Lol Thor truly is so ride or die for her too

The atmosphere shifted immediately, and Steve had to pull Thor back when he took a step forward. “Unhand me, Rogers,” he gritted. “She’s not your woman,” Steve reminded him, not letting him go just yet. “And since she isn’t your woman, you don’t get to decide who gets first blood.” Thor took a deep breath. “My apologies, Barnes.” “Nothing to apologize for. I appreciate that you’re protective of my girl,” he said sincerely. You needed protection, even if you didn’t want it from them. “Ari, Jax, put him in the middle of the room. I want to talk before we punish him.”

Nothing and no one had control over Bucky Barnes except for you.

It's gonna be interesting once she realizes that..

“Kal or Clark or whatever the fuck your name is, welcome to the basement of The 107th!” Bucky smiled, deliberately slow clapping. “Do you like it? Soundproof walls so your screams aren’t heard upstairs and a tarp underneath you so you don’t get blood on my floor.” Clark paled slightly, but it didn’t lessen the anger in his eyes.

What a welcome🥴

“You could start with the pliers.” Thor elbowed Sam with a chuckle. “Though I prefer a hammer.” Sam rolled his eyes. “Yes, Thor, we all know how much you love using hammers to hurt people.”

Lol Thor

Bucky hummed and picked a sharp and sleek blade after careful consideration. “Curtis, since you were the one who got to my girl’s apartment first, I think it’s only fair that you get the first punch.”

Fair

Curtis didn’t hesitate to march forward and grab Clark by the hair. The fury in Clark’s eyes paled in comparison to Curtis’s. “You would’ve raped her if we hadn’t gotten there in time, you piece of shit,” he snarled, his fist connecting with Clark’s mouth. “He what?!” Thor shouted. Steve and Sam both had to hold him back this time.

Clark is so fucked with not only Bucky being this angry

“He approached me, okay? Said he knew I stopped into the flower shop to see her, and alluded to the fact that a dangerous man recently trapped her into a relationship.” Bucky’s jaw clenched. “He said if she stayed with you it would ruin her, but someone like me could be a hero and help her.” Bucky scoffed, but he believed him. Zemo could stir the pot when he wanted to and feed into anyone’s ego. He knew just what to say to Clark to light a fire under him. “But he told you to help her, and how did you do that? You stalked, scared, and attacked her.” He pointed the blade at Clark’s face, wanting to slice his skin off and carve out his eyes. The irony also wasn’t lost on him that he had stalked and scared you, he was more than aware of that. “You’re a monster.”

There are so many sides meddling with her life and safety 🥴🫣

“Yes. We knew she was going to the winery and I thought it was the perfect opportunity, but I also thought she would’ve been a bit more… docile when she came back.” Clark shifted uncomfortably. “I told the driver to slip something in her drink if he had to, but he either didn’t or she didn’t drink it because she was too alert.”

She called it!

“My own flesh and blood?” he asked, holding up a hand when Steve stepped forward. “No, no. I want to hear what he has to say.” “Your dad. You murdered him. Hid your tracks pretty well, but I know what you did,” Clark smirked, but Bucky didn’t flinch. What happened to you scared him, but this prick didn’t scare him in the least. “I have quite a few articles ready to go about you, your dad, and some of your other indiscretions. You may be rich and powerful, but you can't buy off everyone.”

Oh I have a feeling that Bucky is low-key proud that he got rid of his dad

Clark tried to breathe evenly through the pain. “I didn’t… I didn’t kill her! I just wanted to teach her a lesson for trying to leave me,” he replied. What the hell was wrong with this man? He hoped Pooch and Cougar got some answers. “Same with ‘your’ girl. If she had just grabbed that coffee with me, I could’ve explained, but she just had to fight.”

Asshole

Bucky was proud that you fought and called out to him for help when you needed it. And he knew you would’ve never gone with Clark if he told you the truth, not even for a chance to escape him. “You know, I almost want to thank you.” “What?” Clark’s brows pinched. “I dreamt of so many ways to bring her closer to me, and thanks to you she’s in my home where she belongs even sooner than I planned. You handed her to me on a silver platter, and we’re going to be so happy together,” he smiled.

🫣🫣🫣

In the beginning, Bucky debated staging something where he got to be your hero, but he ultimately decided against it. There were too many elements that would’ve been out of his control. Not to mention, the thought of another man putting their hands on you made him see red, and it would’ve frightened you. He still chose to frighten you instead of courting you correctly. Deep down he knew if he had approached you like a normal person that there would be a chance you’d decide to leave him when you realized what kind of man he was. He couldn’t have that, so he deliberately scared you. Power and control was what worked in his world, and trapping you with fear and subtle threats against loved ones made you join his side.

Clark truly played into Buckys cards unknowingly 🥴

“I get why you wanted her, I really do,” Bucky continued. You were an angel on earth, a woman who could disarm the strongest man with a mere smile, beautiful with a loving heart, someone who deserved the entire world. “And you see, I scare her, I know I do, but you?” He pointed the knife at him again. “Your actions terrified her, and you pushed her right to me. She doesn’t want to see you ever again. She doesn’t even want to remember that you exist.”

It all worked out for Bucky

“No. He never said why he hated you and he didn’t tell me to hurt her,” he admitted, with regret on his face for the first time that evening. “In fact, he told me I should be very careful with her because she was innocent and important to you.” “She isn’t just important to me. She’s my whole world.” Bucky’s metal hand curled, having to stop himself from stabbing the fucker in the heart. “And you almost took her from me,” he growled. “I didn’t want to hurt her,” Clark whispered, but he did and he couldn’t take it back.

Oh he snapped in that moment

Clark winced when your scream rang out from the device. “Bucky, help! Help me, please!” “How many times did Kotyonok say my name?” Bucky asked his men, his voice calmer than he expected. “Three times, boss,” Raymond answered right away. Bucky snapped his fingers. “That’s right, Ray. Three times. So, Clark, I’ll be taking three of your fingers as payment.” Clark thrashed, but his strength was no match compared to Jax and Ari. “And I’ll make sure every bone in your other hand is shattered since you tried to choke her.”

Not him quizzing his men

Bucky’s chilling laughter echoed in the room. “I’m James Buchanan Barnes and this is my city, so I can do whatever the fuck I want,” he boasted. Clark couldn’t touch him or escape. “And you fucked with my woman, so I’m going to torture you and enjoy every second of it.”

Oh I'm sure of it

“I won’t kill you tonight, no, but I’m going to make you suffer before I kill you. I’m going to make you suffer for hurting my girl, for making her cry, for breaking the trinkets in her apartment, everything.” He ignored Clark’s shouts and pointed at Steve. “As my best friend and one of the guys who helped tonight, you get the next hit once I cut his fingers off, followed by Raymond.” He heard Thor huff from where he stood. “Followed by Thor.” “I want to be the one to break his hand,” Thor said before he smirked. “With my hammer.”

It's not good for Clark that all of Bucky's men care so much for her

“You don’t deserve her!” Clark spat. Bucky’s heart twisted when he pictured your face, how you flinched at this touch, your tears from everything you went through since he came into your life. “No, I don’t,” he agreed. At least, he didn’t deserve you yet. He had a lot of making up to do when it came to you, but he had all the time in the world since he wasn’t letting you go. You possessed him body, mind, heart, and soul, and he would weave the strings of fate as tight as he could to keep you. “But neither do you.”

He's nor wrong 🤷🏻‍♀️

“You didn't stop, and I can't forgive that. No amount of begging, money, anything will spare you. And when I go home tonight, I’ll wipe away her tears, and kiss her sweet lips, and I’ll slowly put her back together and make good on that promise that she’ll forget you existed,” he smiled, squeezing harder. “I hope when you take your last breath that you imagine her calling out my name, and you die knowing that she’s going to live a long and happy life by my side as my wife.”

This is probably the worst image that he could put into Clark's head in that moment

He glanced at his men by the time he finished removing the third. Steve and Thor saw you as a sister, someone to care for. Ray had a soft spot for you whether he would admit it or not. Jax and Hal harmlessly flirted with you. Nick took any slight against a friend's partner as a slight against himself. The rest of the men knew what you meant to him.

As I said, not good for Clark

And he wanted you to wear his mother's ring. Not the gaudy ring his dad gave her. No, you’d wear his mom's family ring, a timeless and beautiful heirloom passed down from generation to generation. And he’d make love to you after he proposed. He’d make sure you knew how much he loved you.

From torturing straight to thinking about rings, talking about keeping your priorities straight lol

“If Lois really is alive, we’ll make sure she gets the best medical treatment and assure her that Clark will never go near her again.” That's what you would want for Lois because you were a good person.

Good for Lois!

Hold You Tight: Part 23

Pairing: Club Owner!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Fic Summary: The owner of The 107th wants you to be his girl whether you like it or not.

Part 22 | Series Masterlist | Part 24

Chapter Word Count: Over 5.8k

Chapter Summary: Bucky wants answers from Clark.

Chapter Warnings: Heavy violence, torture, blood, talk of assault, threats, obsession, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?), Bucky's POV, more warnings to come.

A/N: More Hold You Tight. Thank you again for sticking with me, and this is our first chapter from Bucky's POV! This is a heavy chapter, so proceed with caution. Bucky edit by the beautiful @nixakimbo . ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-in-darkness . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky Barnes wasn't a good man. He figured that out a long time ago. He believed he had good qualities deep down thanks to his mom, but they didn't surface a lot in his line of work or way of life. They couldn’t, otherwise he would’ve been eaten alive. So he took a page out of his dad’s book, as much as he would never admit it, and made sure he was on top in his world. He thrived as a king, even though he had no queen to share his life with.

Until you came along.

He had to be careful not to snuff it out.

“Buck?” Steve asked.

Bucky stared at your photo for a few seconds longer. “Hmm?”

“You ready?”

Looking down the hall at his office door, his heart clenched. He logically knew you were safe and sound with Natasha, but he wanted to rush back to you and not let you out of his sight. He wanted to hold you, comfort you, let you know that-

“Buck?” Steve gently asked.

Turning away, he shook his head. He’d have you back in his arms soon enough, and he had business to take care of. “Yeah.” He smirked and tucked his phone away. “I think we let our guest squirm long enough.”

His blood boiled with each step he took, anger etched in his features as he descended to the club basement. It was an area that only select staff and men had access to, the ones he had introduced you to. He’d never bring you down there. You’d already have enough nightmares thanks to everything that had happened and he didn’t want to give you one more.

The men scattered around the room stood silently as he made it to the last step. The tension was thick enough to choke on, most of them likely wondering who Clark was and why he was worth the trouble of shutting down the club for the night. No one asked though. No one breathed a word.

“Gentlemen,” he smiled, his eyes sweeping across the room. “Before I introduce the guest of honor for the evening, I’m sure I don’t have to remind you that whatever happens down here stays down here.”

He shrugged his jacket off as he noted a few nods and grunts of acknowledgement. Trust wasn’t easy. Neither was loyalty. He had no reason to doubt anyone in this room though, and there was no reason to threaten any of them.

“Good. Hal, would you mind pouring me a drink?” he asked as if he had all the time in the world. He hadn’t acknowledged Clark yet who was tied to a chair in the middle of the room. “Jake?”

“Y-Yeah. I’m here,” he said, taking a step forward.

Bucky had to smile. Curtis and Ari stood beside Jake, almost like they were protecting him, but he didn’t need protection. Jake was strong in his own right, and one of the smartest men he knew. He was a valuable asset, even if he didn’t always agree with his methods.

“You get that file I asked about?” Bucky took the glass from Hal while Jake nodded quickly. “Why don’t you tell everyone about him before we bring him out here?”

Jake pushed his glasses up. “M… Me?”

“Yeah, you,” he answered, casually sipping his whiskey.

“Sure.” The former military Captain retrieved a small tablet from his bag and swiped a few times. “The guy tied up in the closet is Kal, renamed Clark Joseph Kent after he was adopted by Jonathan and Martha Kent. Only child, and grew up on a farm in Kansas. Been in and out of therapy for anger management.” That may have explained part of why he snapped. “He moved to Metropolis years ago and worked for The Daily Planet. Moved here over a year ago to work for The Tribune.”

Thor chuckled, taking a sip from his own tumbler. “What is this? Did Kent try to write a scathing article about you? I thought everyone at The Tribune was on our payroll.”

Bucky understood why Thor thought that. Just about everyone in the room had done something worthy of attracting the wrong sort of attention, which they always made sure got buried. “Not this one, and we’ll get to why he’s here,” Bucky said, motioning for Jake to continue.

Jake cleared his throat. “He was recently discussing moving to Gotham to work for The Gotham Gazette. Bruce Wayne even wrote him a letter of recommendation before he was hired.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow. Everyone knew who Bruce Wayne was. Rich, brilliant, basically Tony Stark without the ego. Clark wasn’t kidding when he said he had a powerful friend, but he had been leaning toward Zemo being that friend.

Was Clark planning to drag you to Gotham? The thought of another man trying to take you out of the city made him want to commit violence. And he would soon enough.

“Did you find anything on a woman named Lois?” Bucky asked. You told Bucky that he had recently split with his girlfriend, and you also asked to find out what happened to her. If anyone could find out anything, Jake could, and Bucky didn’t want to let you down.

Bucky’s stomach sank a bit. He didn’t know Lois, but he knew it would break your heart if something happened to her. “You still in contact with Pooch and Cougar?” Jake nodded. The men weren't necessarily on his payroll, but they were loyal to Jake. “Send them to Clark’s place. Find out anything you can, and find her.”

“As fascinating as this all sounds, what does this have to do with any of us?” Nick asked, looking as bored as he sounded.

“Well, Clark has also been spotted talking with Helmut Zemo,” Jake said, his face a bit pale under Bucky’s stare. “But I don’t know why. I’m sorry.”

Bucky took another sip. So, Clark had been speaking with Zemo. And Zemo was either smart enough not to leave a paper trail, or he spoke with Clark in areas where Jake couldn’t hack nearby cameras. No matter. He’d find out why soon enough. “Good work, Jake.”

“You shut down the club and brought us down here for a guy who was spotted speaking with Zemo? That doesn’t make any sense,” Sam said.

“No, it doesn’t.” Bucky made sure to look at every single one of them before he stated, “The reason he’s here is because he put his hands on my Kotyonok, and you know what that means.”

It nearly cost him, and he would make him pay.

The atmosphere shifted immediately, and Steve had to pull Thor back when he took a step forward. “Unhand me, Rogers,” he gritted.

“She’s not your woman,” Steve reminded him, not letting him go just yet. “And since she isn’t your woman, you don’t get to decide who gets first blood.”

Thor took a deep breath. “My apologies, Barnes.”

“Nothing to apologize for. I appreciate that you’re protective of my girl,” he said sincerely. You needed protection, even if you didn’t want it from them. “Ari, Jax, put him in the middle of the room. I want to talk before we punish him.”

As much as he wanted to make Clark hurt, he did need some answers first.

Jax and Ari didn’t have to be told twice, dragging a tied up Clark out of the dark closet. He had a bag covering his head, but there were no marks or wounds, save for the ones he received in your apartment. His shoes and socks had been removed, too, and his blood would stain the tarp beneath him soon enough.

Nodding to the men, they shoved Clark unceremoniously to the floor before Jax pulled the bag off. Clark’s face was screwed up in fury, his blue eyes blazing as they darted around the room, but his words were muffled by the gag. Part of Bucky hoped he fought. It would make things more interesting.

Looking at the prick in front of him, he told himself that this was all for you. All for the woman who occupied his every waking thought. It didn't matter what he looked at or who was speaking to him, his mind found a way to tie anything and everything back to you. And it wasn't just his mind. Oh, no. Sight, touch, hearing, taste, smell, you ensnared his senses.

Nothing and no one had control over Bucky Barnes except for you.

Clark paled slightly, but it didn’t lessen the anger in his eyes.

“Now before my men and I have some fun with you, and it will be fun for us, I have a few questions to ask,” he explained, giving him a dark smile and pushing a button on the far right wall. It opened up to reveal a range of weapons, each one more deadly than the last. “If you don’t answer or if I think you’re lying, I’ll start by cutting off a toe. Is that understood?”

He motioned for Ari to remove the gag. “Go fuck yourself,” Clark growled.

Bucky sighed and ran his finger along some of the weapons. “So many options. What should I choose first?”

“The blowtorch could be fun,” Nick smirked when Clark squirmed. “Though the smell of burning flesh isn't.”

“You could start with the pliers.” Thor elbowed Sam with a chuckle. “Though I prefer a hammer.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Yes, Thor, we all know how much you love using hammers to hurt people.”

“You're really going to skip your signature weapon?” Steve asked. The men all knew how fond he was of knives.

“He what?!” Thor shouted. Steve and Sam both had to hold him back this time.

Bucky felt the same surge of anger. He pushed your limits, but he wouldn’t force himself on you. He wasn’t that kind of monster.

“Stand down, Thor. You’ll get your hits in,” he promised, needing to keep himself in check so he didn’t just outright kill Clark. “First question- Why did you go after my girl?”

To go after you was to go after him, and he took it personally.

Clark spit blood on the tarp. “Your girl? You mean the girl you forced to be by your side?” he laughed, grating on Bucky’s nerves. “Oh, I know all about that. She’s a kind and good person, so you either forced her to be with you or lied to her since she wouldn’t be yours willingly if she knew who you were.”

His nostrils flared. He wanted to believe you were with him because you wanted to be his girl, but he knew the truth. If he hadn’t forced your hand… “Hold him,” he ordered, stepping forward with the knife.

Clark struggled in Ari and Jax’s hold. “I went after her because I wanted her, okay? She’s nice and she needed me to save her from you!” he shouted, his eyes wide when Bucky gripped his ankle. “I answered your question!”

“Save her? Were you planning on taking her to Gotham?” he asked, the blade nicking his big toe.

Clark hissed. “Yes! She’s a florist, she can do that anywhere.”

“If you knew my girl the way I do, you’d know this place is her home and she wouldn’t want to go to Gotham,” he said. Gotham would never be your home. Nowhere else would.

“She would’ve accepted it eventually because needs me.” No, you didn’t. “He said so.”

“Who?” he pressed. “Who said so?”

Clark hesitated before the blade dug in again. “Helmut Zemo!”

Bucky froze. “Why would Zemo tell you that, and how do you know him?” He didn’t want to believe Zemo was stupid enough to set this up, but he’d fight if he wanted a war.

Clark was no hero. “Do you work for him?” Bucky asked. Was he on his payroll?

“No. Zemo and I talked some more, but I don’t work for him. I’m just a journalist.”

Bucky scoffed, but he believed him. Zemo could stir the pot when he wanted to and feed into anyone’s ego. He knew just what to say to Clark to light a fire under him. “But he told you to help her, and how did you do that? You stalked, scared, and attacked her.” He pointed the blade at Clark’s face, wanting to slice his skin off and carve out his eyes. The irony also wasn’t lost on him that he had stalked and scared you, he was more than aware of that. “You’re a monster.”

“No, I’m not,” Clark said through his teeth.

“Yes, you are because you pretend that you’re a nice guy, but you’re a piece of shit just like the rest of us. You said you wanted to help her, but it was all about you. And you couldn’t accept the fact that she rejected you and your help, and you snapped,” he said. He was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, and Zemo encouraged him to go after you. He wanted to gut him for that. “Were you planning to get her out of the city tonight?”

Bucky’s fingers twitched, but he didn’t hit him. You had asked about your poor friends, and your suspicions seemed to be correct. He was thankful you weren’t drugged, otherwise tonight would’ve been much worse. “The driver, did you pay him? Promise him anything?”

“That was all Zemo. I’m not made of money,” Clark answered easily.

It made sense. Zemo paid the driver to take off, which gave Clark the opportunity to ambush you. Steve would have to hold Bucky back when he got his hands on Zemo. “Where’s he now?” he asked Nick. He wanted the driver brought to the club.

Nick nodded to another door. “Second closet. Nice and cozy.”

“I’ll be sure he knows you sold him out before I put a bullet between his eyes,” he promised Clark. Anyone who couldn’t stay loyal had no business breathing. Anyone who set you up to get hurt or worse didn't have a place in his world.

A bitter laugh came out. “I guess killing’s easy for a guy who murdered his own flesh and blood.”

“My own flesh and blood?” he asked, holding up a hand when Steve stepped forward. “No, no. I want to hear what he has to say.”

“Your dad. You murdered him. Hid your tracks pretty well, but I know what you did,” Clark smirked, but Bucky didn’t flinch. What happened to you scared him, but this prick didn’t scare him in the least. “I have quite a few articles ready to go about you, your dad, and some of your other indiscretions. You may be rich and powerful, but you can't buy off everyone.”

Bucky laughed this time. Stories never made it to the pages, his men made sure of that. “Yeah. I killed my father. So what?” he said nonchalantly. “I did the world a favor by getting rid of that piece of shit.”

He should've killed his dad a long time ago for what he did to his mom. And if your parents ever hurt you again, he wouldn't hesitate to ruin their lives. It was the least he could do for you.

That was how much he loved you.

Fear flashed across Clark’s face at his indifference. If it was so easy for him to kill a member of his family, it wouldn’t be any skin off his back to kill anyone else. “You-”

“And your plan was to… what? Get my girl out of the city, and you’d release articles about me? The Tribune works for me, and you know they’d never release them, which you probably hate.” He tilted his head. “But The Gotham Gazette doesn’t work for me.”

Clark’s mouth fell open. “How the hell did-”

“This is starting to make a little more sense,” he said, twirling the knife in his hand as he smiled at Steve. “He gets my girl to Gotham where he thinks I have no jurisdiction since it’s Bruce Wayne’s territory and he’s a friend of his. But to make sure I really don’t step foot in the city, he releases articles about me claiming that I killed my dad along with some other indiscretions that’ll spread like wildfire so that I’m either arrested or confined to my city. Makes sense, doesn't it?”

“Yeah, it does,” Steve replied, crossing his arms.

“Is that right? Am I on the right track?” he asked Clark, who squared his shoulders and didn’t answer. Losing his patience, he made good on his word and brought the knife down on his big toe. The scream of pain only fueled his fire.

Clark screamed and made the mistake of looking at his foot, quickly turning his head away to dry heave. Bucky hoped he got sick. Hoped he choked on it. “You son of a bitch!” he yelled.

“Son of a bitch? My mother was a fucking saint. My girl saved her, and what did you do to my girl?! You put your hands on her. You hurt her!” he roared and brought the knife down again, blood splattering on the tarp. None of the men looked phased by his anger or the violence. “Everyone I’ve killed was a monster and I’m glad they’re dead, but what’s your excuse, huh? Why did you kill Lois? Did she see you for what you really are?”

“What?” Clark’s brows pinched.

“I dreamt of so many ways to bring her closer to me, and thanks to you she’s in my home where she belongs even sooner than I planned. You handed her to me on a silver platter, and we’re going to be so happy together,” he smiled.

He still chose to frighten you instead of courting you correctly. Deep down he knew if he had approached you like a normal person that there would be a chance you’d decide to leave him when you realized what kind of man he was. He couldn’t have that, so he deliberately scared you. Power and control was what worked in his world, and trapping you with fear and subtle threats against loved ones made you join his side.

Now that you were in his home where you belonged, it would be a reset of sorts. He’d pick up the pieces that Clark and Zemo broke, as well as the damage he’d done himself. He’d also have to earn your love and keep it. He would because he was a determined man and there was no one else for him.

“You really are a sick-”

Clark’s shoulders slumped. Was he losing his will to fight? “Just let her go. Let me go, and I'll make sure the stories stay buried.”

“You think you're in any sort of position to threaten me?” he asked. Clark was nothing, and he could see Jake out of the corner of his eye working his magic. Wherever those pending articles were, he’d find them and get rid of them for good. “And I’m never letting her go. She’s mine.”

Clark’s lip raised in a snarl. “I think that if the public were to get wind of your escapades, ‘your girl’ would be even less safe than she already is,” he said. Bucky didn’t want to agree with that because he did want you safe. “You don't want that, do you?”

“And now you're threatening my woman? Knowing that releasing those articles could potentially put her in danger?” Maybe he should cut his tongue out. “You may know things about me, but you must really not have done your research if you think I’d let you bring her harm again.”

“I've done more than enough research! Your dad isn't the only man you've killed, you said it yourself, and those victims have friends and family who would love to hurt your loved ones in return,” he snapped, starting to sweat. “You can't keep her safe forever.”

“You hurt her. You threw her to the ground and put his fucking hand around her throat,” he growled. Zemo may have fueled the flames for Clark, but something still wasn’t quite right. “At any point when Zemo spoke with you, did he tell you to put a hand on her or tell you why he hates me?”

Zemo hated Bucky because of what happened to his wife and son, though Bucky hadn’t been the one to kill them or order their deaths. If he gave Clark an order to physically harm you, it would be his death sentence because that was a line no one could come back from. He knew that. Was he that eager to die?

Bucky stared into his eyes. The fucker was actually telling the truth. Jake mentioned he had been in and out of therapy for anger management. Your rejection must’ve overridden Zemo’s warning in his head. Zemo still had a price to pay though. But how?

“She isn’t just important to me. She’s my whole world.” Bucky’s metal hand curled, having to stop himself from stabbing the fucker in the heart. “And you almost took her from me,” he growled.

“I didn’t want to hurt her,” Clark whispered, but he did and he couldn’t take it back.

Clark's words infuriated Bucky, his fist connecting with his jaw. He wanted him to suffer until his dying breath for what he did to you. He wanted to send a message to Zemo and anyone else who thought they could harm what was his and get away with it. “Gentlemen, I want you to pay close attention to this audio,” he announced, pushing himself to his feet and pulling out his phone. “There will be a quiz after,” he added sarcastically.

Clark winced when your scream rang out from the device. “Bucky, help! Help me, please!”

It took everything in Bucky not to crush his phone as the audio continued, bile rising to his throat. Hearing your raw fear, being attacked in a place that you made your own, was something that would haunt him until his dying breath. And as he looked around the room, carefully taking in the furious and shocked expressions of his men, he knew they were thinking of their own partners or future spouses and how they’d react if someone did to them what Clark dared to do to you.

The only sound in the room when the audio stopped was Clark’s heavy breathing. He was the pig presented for slaughter, and he knew it. Good.

“How many times did Kotyonok say my name?” Bucky asked his men, his voice calmer than he expected.

“Three times, boss,” Raymond answered right away.

Bucky snapped his fingers. “That’s right, Ray. Three times. So, Clark, I’ll be taking three of your fingers as payment.” Clark thrashed, but his strength was no match compared to Jax and Ari. “And I’ll make sure every bone in your other hand is shattered since you tried to choke her.”

“Y-You-”

“We should castrate you, too, because I agree with Curtis. You would've raped her if we hadn't shown up in time.” He stomped hard on Clark's crotch, and smirked when all that came out was a breathless scream. The thought of another man inside you was enough to piss him off, but someone trying to take you by force? He wouldn't let that go. “We’ll cut your pathetic dick off, too.”

“No!” Clark wheezed, his eyes almost bulging out of his head. It was impressive that he could still talk. “You can’t do that!”

“You can’t-”

“I want to be the one to break his hand,” Thor said before he smirked. “With my hammer.”

“Done.” Bucky gestured to the rest of the men. “You can decide the order after that, but don't kill him. I want him to beg for death by the time we’re done with him.”

And it didn't matter if Clark begged for his life because he’d never leave this basement alive.

“You don’t deserve her!” Clark spat.

Bucky’s heart twisted when he pictured your face, how you flinched at this touch, your tears from everything you went through since he came into your life. “No, I don’t,” he agreed. At least, he didn’t deserve you yet. He had a lot of making up to do when it came to you, but he had all the time in the world since he wasn’t letting you go. You possessed him body, mind, heart, and soul, and he would weave the strings of fate as tight as he could to keep you. “But neither do you.”

His hand shot out and wrapped around Clark’s throat. “Stop,” he gasped, unable to move with Ari and Jax holding him firm.

Something inside of Bucky shut down when he released his throat and cut off the first finger, feeling numb to the cries of pain as Clark tried to yank his hand away. He hadn't felt a thing when he killed his dad, and he refused to feel remorse for Clark’s suffering. His fingers brought you harm, so he was more than happy to get rid of them.

And he wanted them to destroy anything that brought you pain.

“He touched what belongs to me. Hurt him for hurting her,” he ordered, his voice devoid of any emotion as he let them go to work.

Steve kicked Clark square in the face, his nose crunching under the heavy force. Bucky didn't smile, didn't blink. Every drop of blood, every scream, every punch and kick and blow was justified. Thor was right when he said you were the queen of The 107th, and he and his men protected and defended their queen. And none of them showed Clark any mercy.

This is all for you, Kotyonok.

Clark’s cries and screams diminished to whimpers and ragged breaths. His handsome face was hardly recognizable anymore, and he was somehow still conscious. That made Bucky happy. He hoped he felt every ounce of pain.

“Pooch and Cougar may have found Lois! She isn't in good shape, but she’s alive!” Jake called out. He was the only one who hadn't gotten a hit on Clark, but that was okay. He was doing what he had to do. “And those stories won't get released. I made sure of it.”

Bucky didn't react. Instead, he stared at the blood soaking the tarp and thought about buying you flowers. With petals as soft as your skin that smelled just as sweet. That would put a smile on your face, right? He just wanted to make you smile.

“Buck?” Steve asked when he didn't say anything to Jake. “Do you want Clark put back in the closet?”

“String him up. Keep it warm enough down here so he doesn't freeze. I’ll decide when he dies.” Bucky’s eyes were still cold when he looked at his best friend. “If Lois really is alive, we’ll make sure she gets the best medical treatment and assure her that Clark will never go near her again.”

That's what you would want for Lois because you were a good person.

“The driver?” Steve asked, nodding to another door.

“I’ll deal with him later.”

Steve nodded. “And what about Zemo?”

“We find him and make him talk,” he said. They couldn't kill him without causing ripples throughout the city, so they had to tread carefully.

“No need to look far, boss,” Ray said, pushing his glasses up. “Yelena followed him and he’s just outside of the club. He hasn't left his vehicle.”

Bucky exchanged a look with Steve before he took a gun from the wall. He couldn't kill Zemo, but he’d defend himself if he had to. “Let’s invite him in and give him a proper welcome.”

Fury filled him all over again knowing you were upstairs, but he wouldn’t let Zemo get to you. He wouldn’t let you down this time. And when he was done dealing with that problem, he’d bring you home, hold you tight, and whisper in your ear how much he loved you when you fell asleep.

Because you were his happy ending, and no one would take that away from him.

Whew! You still with me lovelies? How will the talk with Zemo go? How long before Bucky kills Clark? And I have to say, as fun as Bucky's POV was, I miss Kotyonok! Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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universefcb · 2 days ago

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HIII i love all you’re stories and i’m so happy you wrote that one about lamine but i was wondering if you could write another one where his little brother loves the reader and lamine gets a little jealous because his brother keeps clinging to the reader and stuff and it’s mostly just fluff and funny moments you don’t have to but if you could that would be amazing thank you for you’re time❤️❤️❤️

Little rival

Pairing: Lamine Yamal X gf!reader

Summary: You are Lamine's girlfriend, but his younger brother really likes you.

Warning: Just Lamine being a cute and jealous boyfriend<3

Author's note: THEY ARE SO CUTE TOGETHER 😭😭😭😭

And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

It was supposed to be just another quiet afternoon at the Yamal house. The reader was sitting on the living room couch, laughing while watching cartoons with Keyne, Lamine's little brother, who was basically glued to her as if they had been best friends forever.

“Do you want more juice, sweetie?” she asked affectionately, running her hand over the boy’s head.

“I want it! Apple!” he replied, his eyes shining.

Lamine, who was leaning against the door with his arms crossed, watched the scene with a crooked smile. It was cute, sure. But it was also kind of annoying. Ever since the reader had started showing up more often at the house, Keyne seemed to have completely forgotten that he, Lamine, was her older brother and boyfriend. Now, she belonged to Keyne—or at least that’s what the little boy thought.

“And you’re not even going to give me a kiss hello?” Lamine asked, an eyebrow raised.

The reader looked at him over her shoulder, laughing.

“Oh, sorry, love. I was kidnapped by a very affectionate mini Yamal,” she joked, stretching out her arms towards him.

Lamine came closer, and when he bent down to kiss her, Keyne made a loud sound of protest and pushed his brother's face away with his little hand.

“She’s my girlfriend!” he complained, sulking.

“Your what?” Lamine’s eyes widened, laughing nervously. “Hey, calm down, shorty. This is MY girlfriend, you hear?”

“You have the ball. I have it.” Keyne crossed his arms with a gigantic pout.

The reader burst out laughing, and Lamine threw his head back, as if he were losing to his greatest rival in life: a 5-year-old boy with brilliant arguments.

Later, while playing a board game, Keyne refused to sit far from the reader. He would sit on her lap, hold her hand while he played, and even make her hold his water.

“This is emotional sabotage,” Lamine muttered to her, his eyes narrowed as he watched his brother take a small piece of biscuit from her hand.

“Don’t be dramatic, Lam. He loves you too,” she replied, trying to hold back her laughter.

“He wants to steal my wife!” he whispered back, scandalized.

At the end of the night, when Keyne finally fell asleep on the reader's lap, clinging to her arm, Lamine carefully approached and sat down next to them. He looked at the scene with a smile that was half defeated, but completely enchanted.

“I officially lost to a brat,” he said quietly.

She laughed, leaning against his shoulder affectionately.

“Never. But I guess you’ll have to share me… at least until he grows up.”

“Great,” Lamine snorted. “Then I want more kisses when he’s not looking. That much, at least.”

"Done."

And with that, he stole a quick kiss, before Keyne opened his eye and screamed "NO!", as if he were protecting his queen from the dragons — or, in this case, the jealous older brother.

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bullet-prooflove · 19 hours ago

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6500 Follower Bingo Card Celebration: The Shirt: John Shen x Reader (feat: Jack Abbot)

Tagging: @kmc1989 @miraclesabound @cannonindeez @fadeinsol @nommingonfood @yousigned-upforthis

Hitting The Bingo Squares: Wearing His Shirt

Companion piece to:

Dick Pics - You and John discuss your dating life in the ambulance bay during a rare shift break.

Brunch - John refuses to give up when you miss brunch with him.

Silly Little Boys (NSFW) - John's not like the other men you've been with.

In The Summer - You discover John's secret.

Tiger, Tiger - John reveals the truth between his engagement and his history.

Jack - John's mother opens up old wounds by giving John a copy of your DCFS file.

Bare (NSFW) - John and you commit to each other in a special way.

It’s the shirt that tips Jack off, that followed by the body language.

It’s royal blue with faded gold branding for the Pittsburgh food festival you went to last week. The thing is that shirt, it’s too big, not enough to swamp you but enough for him to know it’s a boyfriend shirt even if you are tucking it into the waistband of your jeans.

He doesn’t say anything about it when you hand back his keys after borrowing the car, he’s still putting the pieces together because you’ve not mentioned you’re seeing someone, that it might be getting serious.

The question is why?

It’s answered almost immediately when his gaze shifts to Shen, whose mouth twitches up into an subtle smile when he lays eyes on you. You smile back and that’s when he realises that the breaks Shen takes in the ambulance bay, they’re not really about getting a couple minutes of fresh air.

You could do a lot worse, he supposes. He should know, it was him who let down the tires on Pharma Bro’s Audi after you found out he was also seeing Ivy. The dumbass had ended up calling AAA to get the thing towed.

It’s a couple of hours later he finds himself alone with the other man, the two of them are both standing in front of the intake board, surveying their options. The silence, it stretches between the two of them, thickening until it becomes uncomfortable and still neither moves, neither flinches, they just stand there waiting for the other to break.

“You know don’t you?” Shen says finally and Jack makes an affirmative noise.

“I do.” He states crossing his arms over his chest.

“Cici wants to tell you this weekend-.”

“I’ll work on my surprised face.”

“Look I get you’re pissed-”

Jack huffs out a laugh.

“You think I’m pissed?” Jack says turning his face towards Shen. “I’m not. I know you, I know you’re not one of those assholes that’s gonna run around behind her back but Cici is handle with care-”

“I know.” Shen says pointedly and that’s another surprise because Cici, she doesn’t talk about that time of her life, not to anyone.

“Huh.” Jack responds, his whiskey eyes meeting Shen’s with an intensity that leaves no room for misunderstanding. “Then you know if you fuck things up with her, you’re probably gonna have to transfer to another hospital right? Because I will make your life an absolute misery. I’m talking shit you couldn’t even imagine, real Psyops level, fuck with your head kinda stuff.”

“That’s fair.” Shen says before turning his attention back to the board. “So which one you want? Shitting through the eye of a needle, or vomiting up blood?”

“Vomit.” Jack says, snatching up a pair of latex gloves from the box on the counter. “I’ll take puke over anal seepage any day.”

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commanderhearteyes-r · 2 days ago

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Hii could u do Lottie 27 !!

This one isn’t super specific so I hope I do you justice anon !!

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New Feelings

Lottie x fem!r

Prompt: 27. “wait, let me get used to it for a second”

Warnings for: First time fem!r is having a strap-on used on them, ball-gag, hand restraints, 18+ only

"Lottie can I ask you a question?" Your tone is light and you don't show that you're a little nervous to ask your fuckbuddy to do something new.

She peers over looking up from her phone, "yeah sure y/n, what's up?" The two of you had been reclining on the couch in her apartment, the clean white surface is always appealing to you and the smell of candles and hair oils that she uses permeate the space. She's a clean girl just like you and something about that makes you so down bad for anything this girl wants from you, but today you had a request.

"Um I was wondering if we could possibly switch roles today? If that's not something you're interested in that's completely okay. I just have been having an insanely horny tumblr feed today and the thought of you bending me over and strapping me down has me feeling things." Lottie though a taller girl is the more submissive between the two of you, so you really don't know how she'll answer as you've never spoken about this before. You sit with a heat in your core and a blush on your cheeks for her reaction.

Lottie smirks and says with a pleased tone, "I would love to be your switch for the day. I have some stuff we've never used if you're interested."

This piques your interest and you nod, "whatever you wanna do to me missy." You say with a giggle. She closes twitter on her phone, but before she does you can see she was also looking at some horny shit. As she stands she offers you a hand to help you up. You both feel giddy as you make your way down her sprawling hallway, she's in a grey sweater and sweatpants set and she looks absolutely the cutest while hopping towards the room. You both enter the room and you see her walk to the drawer that houses your own strap-on, she pulls the drawer out further and you can see that past the divider she has a plethora of small toys and things. "Oh you're all stocked up aren't ya?"

She suddenly turns shy and develops a slight blush, "I bought this stuff slowly over time once we started sleeping together hoping that we'd use it one day." You approach her and run a hand over her back soothingly while reaching down to feel the smooth surface of the ball-gag. "Interested?" Lottie asks you softly.

"I think I am actually... what are these things here?" You ask as you prod some leather pieces that have chains attached.

"Those are to tie up your hands, these can be attached for ankles as well if you are feeling ya crazy." Lottie lifted the hand restraints out of the drawer and shows you how they latch and connect and release.

Yup, those too. "I want you to use those on me too, please." You request politely. She nods before tossing them over onto the bed, she grabs the gag and does the same.

"There are a couple different straps, which one do you think you'd want? They're all new and cleaned. This one has a wider tip kind of, you see? This one vibrates, it's charged. This one... uh it can like cum." At her words about the last option you glance up at her face quickly and see a slight look of mortification, giggling you respond, "how about we try the vibrating one? I'll let you use the last one on me some other time since you clearly wanna get one off inside me." You say with a wink, she gives you a shove at the teasing and grabs the strap-on along with the harness. "Take your damn clothes off, you're evil." She says as she shakes her head and starts stripping.

You do as you were told and take off your mismatched sweater and sweatpants that live at Lottie's for times just like this. "Oh wait! Let me go pee, I'll be right back." You disappear for a moment leaving the en-suite bathroom door slightly ajar. Lottie uses this time to don her harness and slip the strap into the hole, for cleanliness she slides a condom on over the plastic sheath and then goes about laying the hand restraints up by where your head will be. As you exit the bathroom you see her standing there with the strap protruding from her hips, it's quite the sight. Her toned stomach not yet glistening with sweat, leading down to a trimmed neat bush that is housing what will shortly be pounding into you and it's sitting on her strong hips. You and Lottie work out together, you know her hips thrusts are incredible and you're about to feel them in action. Ugh finally.

"You all good, do you need anything? I have everything ready in here." Lottie, ever the sweetheart, asks.

"No, I'm all good Lot. Thank you for asking and getting all the stuff ready." You mention as you lay down flat on her bed and then say, "I know you've already put your stuff on, but I don't wanna leave you hanging. Come here baby girl, sit on my face." Lottie looks surprised, but she'll never argue with you in bed. Like you said earlier, she's the submissive one. She climbs onto the bed and shuffles towards your face on her knees. As you help her settle over your lips you get the sight of her strap looming over your face, she adjusts it slightly so you have access, but this is actually quite the sight for you. You're about to eat Lottie's pussy out and her "cock" is standing at attention for you. Hot. You go to work quickly and wrap your lips around her swollen bud, running your tongue underneath it you give it some flicks and get her breathing heavily. She reaches down and runs her fingers through your hair and starts rolling her hips in a small circle, enjoying your skilled mouth as you pleasure her.

"You're so pretty looking up at me from down there," she compliments. Obviously in order to have this sort of relationship with Lottie there is sexual attraction on both sides, but it still somehow makes your stomach flutter and fill with butterflies when she verbally expresses how she feels about you. In appreciation you lower your mouth to her entrance and slip your tongue inside, it drives her nuts. "Shit, oh god your tongue feels so good inside me." Your tongue flicks and laps at her juices, you moan as her taste starts sliding down your mouth and into your throat. Your hands are gripping her ass and helping her move her hips in a rhythmic motion. As Lottie's orgasm builds you sneak back up to her clit and give her two fingers that stroke deep and hard. She's panting, she's the kind of girl that you can make orgasm twenty times and she'll still keep crying and begging for more. But, the good thing is she cums so quickly. "Fuck, baby... I'm gonna cum." Goddamn it you love it when that nickname slips, you whine as you give her a mixture of sucking and licking simultaneously and stretch her over your fingers. As she comes apart she grabs your jaw and starts mumbling incoherent, desperate pleas and thanks. When she finally stills she brushes her fingers over your face and gazes down into your eyes. "That was a really good orgasm, thank you for your service." She jokes out loud, but her big brown eyes always tell the truth and she's being serious. She loves you a little for that orgasm.

"Anything for you Lot, how about a little of this strap action now, huh?" You say softly while reaching around to tap the length between her legs.

She bucks her hips and says, "I do think it's time I show you my skills." Lottie dismounts your face and reaches for the gag, "do you want this on now or wait a bit?"

"Um I think wait until you're inside me, just because I've never actually taken a strap before. But then you can, just be sure to check in every once in a while with our colors if I look uncomfortable, I'll nod for whichever one I feel, okay? I trust you Lot." She nods at your words. Next Lottie reaches for the hand restraints, "good and green with these still?" You nod an affirmative. "Good girl," she fastens them on your wrists, they're padded with something soft on the inner portion - which you hadn't realized. They're comfortable. Once your hands are chained together she lifts your arms and reaches for a clip you hadn't noticed on the headboard. "Damn you're slick, now you've really got me tied up. You're sexy."

Lottie smiles and shrugs, "I installed that when I bought the restraints. Figured we'd use them some day. Are we ready pretty girl?"

"I think so hun," you spread your legs for Lottie and she reaches down to feel if she'll need lube.

"Holy shit you're so wet!"

"Well yeah I ate you out, that always gets me riled up and wet. You know this, silly." She blushes at the admission, it's nice for her to hear too.

Lottie takes her fingers and slicks them up, she spreads that wetness all down her length. Then she lifts your legs and she has you practically pinned, your arms above your head and you're legs bent up and lips open. This is what you wanted, you're ready.

Lottie takes a second to admire your pussy before lowering her hips and pressing her tip against your core. Before she enters she seems to assess how her height will mess with the angle and just lifts your legs over her shoulders instead. You give a small yelp, but otherwise no protests. Your hole does line up directly with the strap now. She pushes forward and the strap feels huge compared to her fingers, your eyes shoot open wide. She attempts to calm you with, "baby, you're doing so well. Keep taking it just like this you're doing so good. I'm about halfway inside now, keep breathing." She instructs.

Your hole feels like it's a little bit on fire, and a lot a bit like it's being ripped open. You're whimpering in pain underneath her and if your hand were free you'd absolutely be shoving her chest right now, but you don't want to be a baby so you stay calm and let this beautiful specimen push and push inside of you so slowly. Once you feel her hips meet yours though you shout, “wait! Let me get used to it for a second, please Lot. I'm sorry you're just so big and I'm dying. Not really, but this is like so new to me.”

Lottie stops as asked, she looks at you and runs a clean hand down your face. "You did so well as I pushed inside you, you are so tight though so I can see why you'd need to adjust for a second." The praise seems to ease some of the ache you feel from her strap and you shiver as she leans down to kiss the side of your face. However, what Lottie hadn't considered was leaning her body down would push her fucking dick farther into your weeping hole.

"Oh god, fuck Lot-Lottie girl you're so fucking deep inside me right now. I've never felt anything like this before. Ungh fuuuucccc." Your hands ache to feel her skin, but they're trapped. At least your legs can soak in her warmth.

"That's my girl," is she trying to kill you?! "Tell me how much you want me to fuck you, how much you were thinking about taking my strap earlier."

You thoughts start spouting before you had censored them, "oh god Lottie all I could think about was you making me be such a good girl for you, making me bend over as you fucked me from behind, making me red in the face as you choked me almost unconscious, making me cry as you edge me and refuse to let me cum, then make me suck your strap clean and keep it warm in my mouth for the next time you wanted to use me."

Lottie's eyes roll back as she hears the naughty words leave your lips, no doubt she had pictured the things you'd said. "God, you need to be owned, don't you?" At this point she can't keep her hips still any longer and she starts thrusting making you squirm as much as your trapped body will let you squirm. You feel tears prickle in your eyes, but you like it. You give her a nod, not responding verbally to her question.

"Lot I think I want the gag now, please." Words seem so hard and you just wanna be able to shut the hell up as she dicks you down. Somehow she keeps a steady and brutal rhythm while she smiles at you and slips the gag into your mouth, "now that's a pretty sight." She fastens it securely, but not too tight and you give her a nod that it feels okay.

"Oh come here, that's it you poor thing, take this strap baby. You're so tight, fuck." She speaks in an antagonizing voice that is syrupy sweet and you whimper and begin to clench around the strap. Her breath stutters, "I just felt something tighten around the strap, do you like being so helpless for me, huh?" Lottie's strong shoulders bounce with your legs on top of them, but she doesn't falter at the weight of them. "Let me ruin you," she whispers to me in a hushed voice as her body thrusts into yours.

Your head is buried in Lottie's expensive soft silky pillows and you feel like you're on a cloud as she buries herself inside you over and over again. The stretch has now turned into a delicious feeling, you're gonna crave this power, this aura of dominance she has again. Not all of the time, she's still a princess of course. But her fucking thrusts are so powerful, yet not painful. She is hitting your g-spot beautifully, because her thrusts are almost in a scooping motion and suddenly you feel a pang of jealously. Who else has she dicked down, where did she learn these things, who was the willing participate for her Lottie? The jealously only serves to amp you up though and you give your hips some motion towards her, assisting in fucking your own hole onto the strap. She takes note that you're moving your hips now and she says, "you're so pathetic, needing more than I'm giving you. You're drooling already around the gag, you like taking dick this much? You're a little addict, I'm stuffing you full and ruining your hole for anyone else that wants to try to take what's mine." Either that's an insane slip of the tongue or she's just as possessive as you, your dirty talk has never sounded like that before. You let out a frantic moan, letting her know that you're hers. This spurs her on and she growls as she goes rough and fast.

You start spasming, your body is so overwhelmed with all of the new things coming at you today. She's tearing you apart and she makes you take every fucking thrust without stopping, she presses down on your lower belly and says, "look at me when you cum. Cum for me baby." You shake uncontrollably as you squirt all over her strap, it splashes onto her stomach and onto her bed but Lottie doesn't even care. She continues fucking you and says, "fuck you take me so good, I just rearranged your guts and you're squirting about it. You love this don't you?" She wants an answer so she releases the clasp on the gag.

"Yes! Yes I do, I love you." You sob out and she freezes inside you, oh the slip of the tongue. She's been doing it all night, but you took it even further than her... She has a dazed look on her face as she zones out. "Lottie? Lot I'm so sorry."

Her gaze sharpens once again, "do you mean it? What you said?"

You nod silently, not willing to say it again.

She leans down and kisses you, still inside you with the strap, "I love you too..."

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valeisaslut · 1 day ago

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been thinking ab what you said about ellie in her groupie era feeling wanted and knowing she could give girls a night they would never forget and i think im just too soft in general and too soft for ellie but i think i kinda broke my own heart thinking about it LMAO. not trying to mischaracter ur version of ellie/collide’s ellie but god something about the idea of her being with all of these girls more as an act of service for THEM over her own pleasure? having her heart broken so bad in highschool that she lets herself be wanted without being seen? giving other girls an experience that she technically didn’t have herself? i’m reading too much into it and i know that’s probs def not what you meant at alllll but my mind ran away with it ugh

NO BECAUSE THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED PEOPLE TO DO. i want you to overanalyze her. i want you to spiral. i want you to break your own heart with it. because YES—collide!ellie is emotionally so complex and i’ve barely scratched the surface on what’s going on in that little freak’s brain. but chapter 7 and especially 8 are gonna go all the way in on her psychology and history and why she is the way she is.

SO... A DEEP DIVE INTO COLLIDE'S ROCKSTAR!ELLIE MIND:

you hit the nail on the head. groupie-era ellie wasn’t out there for herself—she was out there because being wanted by someone else was the only way she could feel anything close to value. she slept with girls because she liked the idea of giving them a night they’d never forget, of them telling their friends “you’ll never guess who i hooked up with last night.” it was power, sure, but it was also protection. if she’s giving them everything she never got, then maybe it won’t hurt as much when they leave.

because that’s the thing—ellie doesn’t believe people stay.

she got her heart broken so bad when she was young, and then lost people again and again, and somewhere along the way, she just… shut the door. shut the windows. locked the whole damn house. and she was fine with that! she was like “cool. no one gets in. i’m chill. i’m sexy. everyone and their mom want me. i play guitar. whatever.”

and then reader comes along like a wrecking ball of emotion and chaos and glitter and sharp edges and suddenly ellie is spiraling because she wants to let someone in so bad but she doesn’t remember how. she never actually learned.

and the joel stuff? ohhh my god. she’s holding that grudge like it’s her job. like her hatred is the only thing keeping her upright some days. but the truth is? it’s eating her alive. there’s so much pain under all that bitterness. like she’s mad, yeah, but she’s also sad. sad in the way that makes your bones ache. she’s still just that kid who wanted her dad to love her right, and now she’s too proud and too angry to admit how much that rejection still hurts.

and the thing is… ellie knows she’s doing this to herself. she knows she’s burned bridges and iced herself out. she knows that reader is the first person in years who’s actually gotten through, and that terrifies her. because if she lets herself have this—if she lets herself be seen—then she has something to lose again.

so no. you’re not reading too much into it. you’re reading it exactly right. this fic is a silly popstar and rockstar romance and a devastating character study of a girl who would rather ruin her own life than admit she’s scared of being loved. and i love you for seeing it.

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oofmybad · 13 hours ago

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hiii angel ,

okay so reader riding billie for the first time she gets tired and billie keeps telling her she can do it praising her and after that she overstimulates her by eating her out , n some fluff at the end cuddling cutie stuff🤭

“You can do it”

here we go! sorry for the wait - i hope you enjoyyyyy

warnings: billiexfem!reader, smut, fluff, slight overstimulation, strap riding, eating out, not proofread (nothing seems to be these days lol)

a/n: hey y’all, i promise i’m getting to all of your requests, i’m just not doing the best atm so it’s taking me a lil longer. love y’all.

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“bil, i don’t know...”

“you can do it, my love” she tucks your baby hairs behind your ear.

billie is laid on top of you, softly stroking in and out of you, coaxing you to get on top. her movements are delicate - just enough to stimulate you, but not enough to overwhelm you… yet.

“i wanna see my pretty girl on top of me” billie gently pulls out of you as she says this, before turning her body over and sitting against the headboard. she grabs your far hip and tugs it over her so that you’re straddled on her lap.

you hover over the strap attached to her hips. billie lines the strap up with you, and uses one hand to coax you downwards.

“unhh” you let out a soft whimper from the new angle; your eyes flutter shut from the full sensation. you sit there unmoving, just rying to get used to the feeling.

“ride, baby” billie taps your ass before taking a handful of the fat and pushing your hips forards and backwards.

you follow her encouragement, slowly grinding your hips front and back, simultaneously rubbing your clit against billie’s pelvis.

this rhythm continues for a few minutes until you begin to loosen up, your hole strecthing to fit the whole of billie inside of you. now, you lift your hips up and down, bouncing on the strap.

billie watches form below, your tits bouncing with every thrust. her hands reach for your tits as she harshly twists your nipples within her thumb and pointer finger.

“bil, it’s too much” you say in between pants, as your body collapses forward, your hands grasping onto billie’s shoulders for some sense of stability.

“you got it, mama. you’re doing so well for me, so so close” billie purrs into your ear.

you feel a gush of wetness leak from your pussy at her words, the slickness coating the strap further.

“baby…” you whimper out, your hips stuttering almost to a halt.

“come on, be a good girl for me” billie’s hands roughly grab onto your ass, using the grip to move your hips up and down.

now you’re bouncing on top of billie at a new speed, her fingertips diggin into you - leaving marks for sure - as the strap begins to hit your cervix.

“i need to cum, can i cum please?” you beg billie, peeling your head up to make eye contact with billie.

“good girl, cum all over me” billie permits you. she whispers sweet nothings into your ear as you come down from your high, “such a good girl for me, you look so pretty when you cum, all this for me?”

wholy overwhelmed now, your legs give out in shakes, and billie takes this as a sign to stop. she uses her grip to lift your hips from her and pull out.

once you’re no longer connected your body flops back onto the bed panting.

“you did so well for me, baby. lemme clean you up” billie coos as she crawls down so that her face meets your core.

she begins to carefully lick through your folds, getting every last bit of slickness from your skin. when her tongue meets your clit, you let out a low moan - indicating to billie that despite your best guess, you have another round in you.

“one more, mama. you ready?” billie asks you, her breath fanning against your pussy. you simply look down at her with doe-eyes, your hand grabbing a handful of her hair.

billie’s tongue softly laps against your core, immediately focusing on your clit. beyond your control, you body wriggles underneath her, but her hands wrap around your legs and hold your hips down.

after only a short minute, you start to reach your peak again - quickly pushed over the edge.

“ahh, oh my god” you yell as you grind your hips on billie’s tongue. billie lays her tongue flat, allowing you to fuck yourself on her face.

after a moment, billie begins to shake her head side to side. “oh my god! too much, bil. i’m done” you plead with her, your legs closing in around billie’s face.

she pulls back from your core, and crawls next to you on the bed.

“you’re such a good girl, huh? you did so well for me” billie mumbles as she pulls your body into hers, you two no cuddling on the bed.

occasionally, your body will shake with aftershocks. when it does, billie’s hand will gently stroke your torso - softly bringing you back down to earth.

“thank you, b. i love you” you say, looking up in billie’s direction - your eyes locking with hers.

“what are you thanking me for?” billie questions, her right eyebrow raising.

“for making me feel good”

“you’re a cutie pie, it’s my pleasure, love” billie giggles in response to your sentiment.

she continues on, “and guess what…”

“huh?”

“i love you more.”

#billie eilish #billie #lesbian #billie eilish fic #billie eilish x y/n #billie x reader #billie x you #billie eilish fluff #billie eilish blurb #billie eilish smut #request

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toomuchracket · 2 days ago

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it's your birthday (office nerd matty x reader fluff)

this is teeny tiny but very sweet and it's also for my sweet friend @wreckedandpolemic i love you very much!! <3

“these shoes were a mistake.”

matty squeezes your hand, turning to look at you; when he drops a kiss to the side of your head, you feel him smiling against your skin. “trust me, darling, they were not.”

you pout. “but they're hurting me.”

“oh, baby,” your boyfriend leans down to kiss you quickly, hands cupping your jaw even after he pulls away. you smile at him, and his cheeks go your favourite shade of pink. “almost home, yeah? five minutes longer, and then you can just lie down and let me continue to indulge your every whim for the rest of the night, alright?”

“dirty.”

“well, no,” matty blushes even harder - you don't miss the way his cheeks are twitching, though, a smile threatening to break out onto that gorgeous face of his. “not necessarily, i mean - obviously i would never, ever say no to doing sexy stuff with you, not at all, i just meant that i’d also, like, put your favourite films on and make you hot chocolate and give you massages and-”

“matty, sweetheart, breathe,” you bring your index finger to his lips, softly stopping his breathless monologue and bringing him back to earth. “i know what you meant, angel. just couldn't resist the innuendo, that's all,” you clasp your hands behind his neck, heart fluttering at the sight of him all beautiful and moonlit and looking adoringly at you. “you're so good to me, you know? today's been perfect.”

“s'the least i could do, darling,” matty kisses the bridge of your nose. “lovely girls deserve lovely birthdays.”

“god, you're so cute. where on earth did i find you?”

he hums happily, leaning in to kiss you quickly before tucking you under his arm and continuing to walk towards your flat. “it is actually kinda mental that we met at work, isn't it?”

“you think?”

“well, you don't necessarily expect to start a new job and meet the most beautiful woman in the world there,” he drops another kiss onto your head, as natural as breathing; his little casual displays of affection are one of the things you love most about matty. “let alone falling in requited love with her and buying a flat with her and adopting her dog as your own.”

you laugh, leaning in to kiss his neck - chastely, but still positioned strategically enough to make his breath hitch. “you had no choice in that last bit, you know. maggie loves you more than she loves anyone else,” the wind picks up slightly, and you snuggle further into matty to keep the cold away. “she takes after me with that one.”

“and with getting bored during star wars.”

“oh, christ, not this again,” you sigh, sliding your keys from your pocket when you turn onto you and matty’s street. “i wasn't bored, i just knew what was happening afterwards,” you smirk, leaning against the wall of your apartment building while matty takes your keys and unlocks the door. “that was a good birthday, wasn't it?”

“possibly the most rhetorical question ever asked,” matty scoffs, leading you inside and calling the lift down. “second-best you've ever looked, in that outfit.”

you frown. “second-best? what's the best i've ever looked, then?”

matty beams. “right now.”

“oh, you're such a sap,” you groan; internally, though, your heart is aglow and there are butterflies in your stomach and you're pretty sure you can hear alex turner singing baby i'm yours somewhere in the back of your brain. and you know matty knows how you really feel, but you kiss him anyway, just to reiterate it. “but i love you very much.”

“and i love you,” he kisses you back, passionate and perfect, tugging you into the lift and into his arms, murmuring into your ear while he presses the button for your floor. “have you had a good birthday, darling?”

you smile into his shoulder. “the best.”

#mads muses #mads does writing #office nerd au #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fanfic #matty healy fic #matty healy fluff #matty healy x reader #matty x reader

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songmingisthighs · 2 days ago

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ch. lxviii - 119 on speed dial

cursed!jongho × reader

genre : mythology!au, smau

rating : mature; crude jokes and filthy language

wc : 1.3 k

a/n : i got lucky with this plot oh my ghawddd

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so long i've been here, so long are the stories i've written. of what i gathered and lost, loneliness becomes me and pain refuse to depart from me. i've embraced that which ate me away so when you came along, i had no part of me left to give.

The party went splendidly to say the least.

Everything that was planned went on without a hitch, but maybe it went a little too well because by the end of the night, you had to stuff three useless men into three cabs and send them, HOPEFULLY, home. Truly the boys were absolutely useless because you, Wonyoung, and Liz were the only three left to take care of the mess.

After the boys were (somewhat) safely sent home, it was your turn to leave. You had planned on going home a bit later, knowing that Wonyoung's birthday celebration would continue until midnight to also celebrate her other friend's birthday. But if you stayed out, you knew Jongho would just stay up and wait for you, going as far as to pick you up himself. So you decided to tap out at 11 pm and true to your prediction, Jongho told you that he had been waiting at a 24-hour cafe 15 minutes from where you were so OBVIOUSLY he was going to pick you up.

So there you were, outside the barbeque place with Wonyoung, enjoying the night air while Liz stay at the table, nursing her meat hangover.

"Thank you so much for tonight, it was the best birthday/going away party ever!" Wonyoung beamed, locking her arm with yours. You smiled back and nudged her hips with yours gently, "You're very welcome, but it was a group effort. So you ABSOLUTELY know that the meat fest was not my nor Liz's idea." She chuckled at your words and nodded, "Yeah... I kind of have the feeling that the men were behind this because had it been your or Liz's idea, we would have pretty food at a pretty location. But this is nice too," then she let out a long sigh, "I'm gonna miss this when I'm away for my internship." Seeing her sad even for just a bit made you feel bad and you immediately consoled her. "Hey, don't be so down about that! It's not like we're going to immediately lose contact or whatever. We're going to still be friends and when you come back, we'll go out like this again!" Your words seem to bring comfort to Wonyoung because a small smile blooms on her face, "Scratch that, I think I'll miss you the most." You rolled your eyes at her but didn't say anything back to that.

"You know, you should really stay a bit longer. I'm sure Yujin unnie would love to have you together with us to celebrate and we can spend more time together before I get busy with packing and preparing to go abroad!" she batted her eyes at you and as bad as you felt for her, you were thinking more about Jongho. "I'm sorry Wony but I can't, Jongho is already on his way and I don't want to make him wait for too long! He should be here soon anyway," you pouted.

Hearing his name made Wonyoung's lip twitch in amusement. "Oh? Mr. Bossman Choi is picking you up at this hour now, is he? And are you two going home together? Wind down together? Do other... Things together?" Her mischievous tone made you blush as you couldn't help but let your mind be shoved into an... interesting territory. You shoved her away slightly, making her laugh in amusement, "Oh my God, not this again!" you huffed, "Haven't I had enough teasing from Taehyun and Hyunjin? Not to mention Mingi has been quite annoying about this as well." you pouted. Wonyoung shook her head and bumped her shoulder on yours, "It's amusing! I see how happy and comfortable you are with him and It's obvious you're smitten with him! It's adorable, (y/n), truly, I love that for you."

It was one thing to feel your feelings about Jongho but to hear someone affirming it made you feel all... giddy. You wonder if it's time to finally face your feelings and talk about them with Jongho.

"Oh, hey!" Wonyoung's voice cut through your train of thoughts, "I asked my mom about this and she gave it to me as a birthday present!"

Your eyes zeroed in on her finger that was pointing at the necklace with its pendant resting just under her collarbone. "Oh my God," you gasped, taking out the necklace Jongho had allowed you to wear to see the similar-looking logo. Where yours had a horse, hers had an additional Chinese letter.

"They're so similar... Other than the Chinese letter," you pointed out, still in awe. Wonyoung looked down and smiled at her necklace, "Yeah, that's the Hanja for my family name, even the box where this necklace was stored had it as well. Whoever packaged it had to be a true aesthetic genius because- oh my God, I can't even explain it with words. Anyway, I was told that this necklace had been passed down from one daughter who was born during the full moon to the next. There had only been a handful so it was kept a secret amongst the patriarch until the next daughter was ready to receive it. My dad had shown me this necklace when I was little so that's why yours caught my eye," she explained.

While the historical nerd side of you found her lore intriguing, so much so that you wanted to ask more questions, something felt odd. There was a tugging in your heart and you couldn't figure out why.

The oddness multiplied when she touched your necklace and it began to glow. Like an actual glow as if someone had shoved a flashlight through it. Then her own necklace started glowing very brightly to the point that it almost blinded you.

Both necklaces probably glowed for only a couple of seconds but to you, it felt as if it happened for five straight minutes because it made you extremely disoriented. When you came to, you were still trying to blink away the blinding pain but the first sight you saw was Wonyoung looking up at the sky with her eyes glistening as tears threatened to spill down her cheeks.

"What the..."

You snapped your head to the side to see Jongho looking in your direction. You weren't sure but you could tell that he was at least worried and confused, another emotion that was hidden and you weren't sure of was hope, but that might just be you overthinking things.

"What was that?" Jongho asked, trying to step closer to you.

Right at the moment he spoke up, Wonyoung broke off from her trance with a shake of her head before her eyes landed on him.

"Jongho..." She gasped.

To say you were surprised was an absolute understatement because for a moment you thought you had misheard. Or gone crazy. Or both.

Jongho was not better.

The moment his name left Wonyoung's lips, his body froze. Not out of fear or surprise, but because how familiar it felt when she called my name. He hated to admit it, but the way he felt when she called his name had never happened in recent times, not even with you. His heart was beating but it was not the nerves that got to him, it was the familiarity. Like his past was calling him.

Wonyoung then broke into a gentle smile as one single drop of tear finally rolled down her cheek.

"After all this time... I can't believe the moon is still reflected in your eyes," she said softly.

You saw Jongho's knees visibly buckled and he had to lean on the wall for support. The situation was so bizarre for you that all you could do was look back and forth between Wonyoung and Jongho, not knowing what was going on or what to do. Despite the unfamiliar predicament, you were sure of one thing.

Shit is about to go down and you need to buckle up.

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aro-of-argentum · 20 hours ago

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Red Dahlia- Chapter 11

WC: 6,857

Notes: MDNI- This chapter has smut in it, like pretty close to right away, the reader and Jason take the next step of their relationship, Oral sex (female receiving), Penetrative sex (with protection), Jason is very touchy-feely and so so domestic, Jason gives the reader a new gift and takes her to work

Also! This is the end of the first arc of this story and so I will be taking a few weeks off of posting so that I can write ahead enough to consecutively post the next arc as I have with this one, even if I get busy with school again. Thank you for reading, I will see y'all soon :)

Beta'd by: @teaspacebar

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Chapter 11:

“And everybody’s been putting condolence cards and stuff into your locker, so did you want me to clean it out for you in the morning, or-”

“Marcy, it’s fine, I’ll take care of it.”

“Are you sure? There was a rumor around work that someone in your family died, so everyone-”

“Marcy,” You interrupted, “I got it. I’ll take care of it when I get on shift tomorrow.”

“Okay, okay,” She relented. “I’m sure everyone will be happy to see you.”

It made you smile to hear that. “I’m excited to get back. I’ve been going a little stir-crazy sitting at home.”

“You haven’t been out to see Jason?” She asked.

“No, he’s been at home with his family. He’s coming over tonight though since he got the all-clear to be up and moving around again.”

“Aw, and the first thing he wanted to do was come see you, that’s sweet.” Her tone was dripping with sarcasm, and then she made a gagging noise.

“Hey, what did we say about leaving my relationship alone?”

“Ugh, fine. I’ll call you later.” She took on a conspiratorial tone when she added, “Have fun tonight.”

You could only shake your head and sigh. “Bye Marce.”

“Bye, babe.”

Just as you were hanging up with Marcy, your phone buzzed a text notification: Jason, saying he was on his way. You shot back a quick, “Drive safe,” before beginning to pull ingredients for dinner from the fridge so you could begin prepping. You’d barely gotten anything done by the time you heard a knock at your door. Your eyes narrowed as you double checked the time and noticed he’d gotten to your apartment far faster than he should have. Drive safe, my ass, you thought.

Jason’s face broke into a warm smile when you opened the door. “Hey, Sweetheart.”

Any irritation you’d had at his driving habits dissipated instantly when he reached for you, encircling your waist in his arms and burying his face in your hair. You returned a soft, “Hey,” as you wrapped your arms around him too, smile spreading across your own face to finally be able to touch him again.

He gave a dramatic inhale and almost groaned, “Oh fuck, I missed you. I swear they were trying to kill me this week.”

You tried to ignore the way his breath felt against your neck as he spoke and focused instead on keeping up the conversation with sarcasm. “Aw, poor baby. What did your loving family do to you while you were away?”

He caught your tone but chose to answer earnestly anyway. “Locked me in my room, mostly. They set up a guard rotation so I couldn’t sneak out.”

You pulled away from him slightly to be able to look him in the eyes. “Are you really that much of a flight risk?”

“I am when you’re all the way across town, yeah.”

His answer made you snort but your face heated all the same. “Well, you’re here now,” you said as you moved your right hand to his cheek and stroked your thumb over his cheekbone for a moment before leaning up to kiss him.

He met you halfway and pressed his lips to yours, right hand finding its way to the back of your neck while his left stayed draped around your waist. As the kiss deepened, you felt his grip on you tighten. Jason pulled your hips to his and the contact made you gasp slightly, allowing his tongue access to your mouth. The shift in mood was immediately tangible and you found yourself floating in the moment of devolving self-control. Before you completely lost yourself though, you pulled away to speak up.

“Jay, I-” Your sentence was cut short as he lifted you onto the kitchen island and reattached himself, this time to your neck, and began sucking a bruise into the skin below your jaw. You moaned, and your hands flew to touch him, one balling the shoulder of his shirt into your fist, the other finding purchase in his hair, and the slight tug you gave made him groan into your throat. You knew you only had a moment left to protest before any care you had about the food you’d begun to prepare would vanish. “Jason,” You started, trying desperately to focus on your words, not the way he’d dragged your hips to the edge of the counter and was rocking his own into them. “I was making dinner, I-”

He immediately unlatched from your neck, and his hips slowed, but didn’t stop as he took a moment to calm his breathing before responding. “If you don’t want to do this right now, I will wait, but Sweetheart, I am more than happy,” he emphasized his point with a nip to the back of your jaw and a roll of his hips, “to cook for you after.”

Your eyes fluttered shut at his words and goosebumps broke over your skin at his breath on your neck as he spoke. The choice was an easy one. “Dinner can wait,” you managed between heavy breaths. Jason was quick to react, and a yelp of surprise escaped your throat as you were pulled from the counter. Your immediate reaction was to cling to him; pressing your chest to his with a death grip on his shirt, and your legs wrapped around his waist like a vice. The action made Jason chuckle in your ear.

“Relax, Sweetheart, I’m not going to drop you.”

And you knew that. You could feel the hold he had on you, the way one hand cradled your back and the other palmed your thigh. You weren’t going anywhere unless he decided you were. The walk to your bedroom only took Jason a few strides, and he was on you again the moment your back hit your bed. Your desperation only grew as his hips ground down into yours, and you broke the kiss to pull Jason’s shirt over his head.

When your touch turned soft, the need drained from your actions, Jason froze. His gaze trailed to where your fingers lightly traced over the scar on his shoulder, left behind by the bullet that had made a home there only a couple of weeks ago. There was worry in your eyes when he finally looked back at your face.

“I’m okay,” He reassured you with a nod, holding himself above you. “It’s fully-”

“I almost lost you that night…” Your thoughts processed aloud as your mind wandered, fingers still tracing the healed wound.

“I know,” his tone was almost placating as he spoke, “but you didn’t. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.” Jason took your hand from his shoulder and pressed it into his chest over his heart. “I’m right here.”

Your other hand reached up to his cheek and Jason leaned into it. “Show me.”

The request was simple, and Jason found himself eager to comply. He only had time to respond with a nod before you pulled him back down to kiss you again. He’d convince you like this over and over if you’d let him.

Getting each other undressed was quick work, and you knew you’d have to go searching for where Jason threw things, but that was a concern for later. Now, there was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen, kissing up the insides of your thighs, leaving little bite marks here and there before quickly soothing them with his tongue. You began to squirm.

“Jay, skip it,” you pleaded. “I want-”

“Sweetheart, trust me,” He interrupted. “You want me to prep you.”

You shuddered at the thought and a gasp rushed into your lungs when you felt his tongue delve into you. Your fingers found his curls instantly, and you looked down to find those green eyes staring at you, watching how much you liked him eating you out.

“Fuck,” came out of you as a broken groan. You saw his eyes squint a little as though he was smiling at your reaction before he began dragging his tongue along the inside of your walls.

Jason had a pride in himself about the way he was finding he could make you feel, about the way your hands balled into fists when he- The thought was interrupted by the drag of your nails against his scalp and the pull of his hair that elicited a depraved moan from him.

The noise felt like it vibrated through your entire body, and for a moment, every muscle flexed. “Jay-” You pleaded; his name almost choked in your throat by your own breathlessness.

He pulled away from you only enough to speak. “I need you to hang on for me, Sweetheart. Just a couple more minutes.”

“Jason-” Whatever response you’d had for him was completely lost to you as the man going down on you readjusted his attention. He began sucking on your clit as two of his fingers pushed into your core. You moaned at the stretch and the change of stimulation and felt yourself tighten around his fingers.

Jason hummed in approval as he continued his efforts on your clit and waited for you to relax enough to begin working you open on his hand. He paid close attention to each time you gasped and moaned and made note of how he’d done it for later. The chanting of his name sounded like a grounding, an anchor, coming from your mouth. There was no floating away or wishing for something else; not when he could be here, with you, like this. Jason’s eyes trailed up to watch your face, only to find that you were staring down at him, and a rush of arousal traveled down to his already impossibly hard cock. He needed you to be ready for him, but he knew he wasn’t going to be able to wait much longer, so he slowed his movements with his hand until he had nearly stopped and slid a third finger inside you.

A small gasp left your throat and your eyes fluttered shut as you adjusted, and when you gave a nod, Jason began picking up his pace again. Immediately, you could feel your orgasm building, and you found yourself grinding down into Jason’s face and hand in search of more friction.

He took it in stride, matching your movement and encouraging it, eager to get you there. As his fingers pumped in and out of you, Jason began to drag his fingertips along your walls and you lurched, a choked moan escaping you as your grip in his hair tightened. Jason groaned into you and the combination was enough to push you over the edge. The tension that had built up inside you finally snapped, and Jason worked you through it as you floated in a blissful haze. When he finally withdrew from you, you whimpered at the loss.

“Don’t worry, I’m still here,” He reassured you as he moved up the bed to lay on his side next to you. Immediately you brought your lips to his, and Jason groaned, hips rocking forward on their own. “Condoms?” He asked breathlessly, barely detaching from you.

“Top drawer, nightstand,” you answered, pointing to the correct side.

As Jason began to pull away, you nipped his bottom lip with your teeth, and he let out a huff. “Fuck, Y/n, you are going to be the death of me.” He shook his head slightly, lopsided smile looking almost cocky as he reached with one hand to open the drawer and pull out one of the small metallic packages. He opened it with his teeth, opting to keep his other hand on your waist, before sliding the latex on. He positioned himself between your legs and rocked his hips forward to drag his dick over your folds. A hum of appreciation rumbled in his chest at finally getting some of the sensation he craved.

“Jay please,” You whined, growing impatient, “just fuck me.”

He chuckled lightly, “Okay, I hear you.” He reached down to line himself up with your core. “Ready?”

You nodded and gave a “Yes,” that was dripping lust, until your exhale was cut off by a shuddered gasp as Jason began to push into you. You gave a choked scoff in surprise as you felt yourself stretch to accommodate him. If this was what he felt like after prepping, you thought, you were glad he didn’t let you start with this.

“Fuck,” he grunted above you, “Sweetheart, I need you to relax, baby, breathe.”

Ironic that he was telling you to breathe when it sounded like he could barely catch a breath himself. But you did your best to follow his instruction anyway, eventually relaxing enough that he was able to slowly start rolling his hips to work himself further inside you, a little at a time.

Once he had fully buried himself in you, Jason paused to take in the feeling of you flexing around him and he groaned.

“Jason, move.”

Jason found he was more than happy to listen to the instruction you’d given, pulling out almost all the way, only to force himself back in to the hilt.

Your response was a choked gasp of, “Oh, fuck,” and you felt him push a little deeper as the man adjusted his position above you.

His movement started slowly at first, trying to savor the feeling of dragging through your walls, and he reveled in the way your hands explored his lower back, encouraging him, pulling him deeper. But his control disintegrated when you moaned his name and your nails dug into his back at a particularly hard thrust; his regard for taking his time was gone.

It only took a moment before you could feel another orgasm building. Jason used his bruising grip on your hip as leverage to pull you into his every thrust, and you could feel his desperation grow as his rhythm grew harsher. Your back arched as much as you were able given his hold on you, and the slight change in angle had him hammering into your G-spot. You could feel the way you clenched down around him as you called for him, and Jason let out a stuttered moan.

His breathing became ragged as he tried to speak. “Do it again,” he growled, and you weren’t sure if he was asking or demanding. “Say my name.”

“Jason,” you could barely repeat it before a sharper thrust forced a gasp into your lungs.

“Again.” He ground the word out through his teeth, eyes locked on your face as it twisted in pleasure, the pleasure he gave.

“Jason,” it was begging this time, and you focused everything you had left on being able to keep begging, nails dragging along his back as you attempted to keep some grip on reality.

And it drove him crazy. Jason could feel how close he was, thrusts becoming erratic as he tried to hold out. He wanted you to finish first; he wanted to feel you come undone on his cock. “Fuck, Sweetheart, what do you need? I’m close.”

You nodded as much as you were able with your head thrown back. “Me too, I want-” Your sentence cut off as you shuddered, and you knew you were about to burst. “Jay, kiss me.”

Just as his lips crashed to yours, your orgasm flooded over you. Your mouth opened in an uncontrolled moan and Jason drank it down eagerly and he continued to pound into you. But the spasming of you around him and the pull of your fingers in his hair pushed him over the edge, and Jason buried himself to the base in you with a choked groan.

There was a moment of quiet as Jason allowed his head to hang in the open space next to yours, and his hips gave a few weak involuntary thrusts as reaction to the aftershocks rippling through you. You hissed at the overstimulation now beginning to set in. “Jay, too much.” You said weakly.

Chest heaving over you, he nodded, “Okay baby, one second,” and between his attempts to slow his breathing, Jason carefully pulled out of you.

He was out of the bed for a moment, though you were too delirious to figure where he’d gone, before he returned to your side. His hand reached up to cup your cheek and the sleepy smile you gave him melted his heart. His thumb dragged briefly over your bottom lip before he leaned down to kiss you, slowly and lazily. When he broke the kiss, he spoke just above a whisper. “I don’t think I will ever have words for how gorgeous you are right now.”

You hummed in appreciation of the compliment. “I could say the same to you.”

He huffed a chuckle and questioned, “Oh, yeah?” with a single raised eyebrow.

“Mhmm.” You nodded and reached up to gently drag your fingers across his forehead, where sweat had made his black and white curls cling to his skin. He was glowing, and just a little red from the blush forming on his cheeks and ears the longer you stared. And those green eyes of his, soft as ever, and filled with adoration. “You’re beautiful, Jason Todd.”

You awoke from what you could only assume was a brief nap to the smell of food cooking in the other room. You grabbed new underwear from your drawer, and Jason’s shirt from the floor before entering the kitchen.

“Smells good,” you stated with a hum as you planted a soft kiss on his exposed shoulder mid-stride.

“Yeah, thanks, I-” Jason’s sentence cut off with a groaned huff as he turned just in time to see you pull yourself up to sit on the counter. “Fuck, Sweetheart, I’m cooking,” He started instead as he approached you, “you can’t come out here dressed like that and expect to eat anytime soon.” His hands reached for your legs and started stroking slowly up the outsides of your thighs as he slotted himself between your knees at the edge of the counter.

“Said the man being all domestic in my kitchen, wearing nothing but sweatpants,” you replied with an exaggerated roll of your eyes. You leaned forward and gave a chaste kiss before continuing, “Besides, I’m starving. If you want another round, you’re gonna have to feed me first.”

He wore a cocky smirk as he chuckled slightly, leaning in to kiss you again. “Understood.” Another kiss. “So, dinner and then…” And another, during which he briefly caught your bottom lip between his teeth.

“So, dinner and then we’ll see. I have work tomorrow.” You pushed him back slightly with a hand on his chest as you peered over his shoulder. You nodded to the stovetop behind him. “Your pot is going to boil over.”

“Shit.” The slight fear in his eyes as Jason pulled away from you made you giggle, but he managed to remove the pot from the burner before the contents overflowed.

It was only a few minutes later that dinner was ready, and you both sat down on the couch to eat.

“Do you want to watch a movie or something?” You asked, turning sideways in your seat to lean against the armrest and lay your legs over Jason’s lap in the spot next to you.

You woke up to your alarm blaring and groaned. Even after two weeks off, you’d have given anything to stay home today. Your sour mood was quickly overshadowed by affection as you felt a heavy arm fall over your waist and pull you back until you were pressed against a wall of muscle. When you felt Jason press a kiss to the back of your head and hum a sigh, you knew the alarm had probably woken him too. You turned in his grasp, though at first you had to fight his grip, before he realized you weren’t leaving.

“Jason?” You asked softly, hesitant to wake him if he was somehow still asleep.

“Mhmm?” He hummed in response, still not opening his eyes.

“When did we get off the couch last night?”

“You fell asleep after dinner. I didn’t want your back to hurt.” His answer was nonchalant and half-mumbled, but it made you smile all the same.

“You carried me to bed?” You questioned, fingers trailing lightly down the line of his jaw, now covered in the slightest hint of stubble.

“Mhmm,” he hummed the affirmative as he pressed a halfhearted kiss to your forehead, and his breathing began to slow again.

There was a pull in your chest toward sleep, wanting to stay in the comfort of Jason’s hold and rest with him. But you had to get up. You had work in a few hours. It only took a moment for Jason’s breath to even out the rest of the way and you knew he’d fallen back asleep. As carefully as you were able, you pressed a kiss to his jaw and pulled away. He stirred, but didn’t seem to wake, and you slowly slid out of bed, slinking off to the shower. You did your best to be quick, and when you returned to your bedroom to get dressed, you found Jason, lazily scrolling on his phone, still laying in bed. He dropped the device from his view and squinted pointedly at you.

“You left,” he accused, voice all gravel and breaths still deep from having just woken up.

The sight and sound of him only made you smile. “I had to clean up, I have work in a little while.”

His expression could have been something close to a snarl if he hadn’t been so sleepy looking. “Fine.”

“I still have a couple hours before I head out,” you tried to appease as you began pulling your scrubs from the closet to lay them out. “I can make breakfast before I go. Do you need to shower or anything?”

“Um…” Jason found himself nearly at a loss for words as he stared at you moving around the room. He watched as you slid your clothes on over skin that he wanted nothing more than to touch all over again. The tank top and shorts you wore clung to the curves of your body and Jason wanted to trace every line.

“Jay?” You stopped what you were doing and looked at him expectantly, head cocked to the side.

He nodded, a blush heating his ears and the back of his neck at having been caught staring. “Yeah, I probably should. Breakfast would be great.”

You chuckled as you watched him get up and out of your bed surprisingly quickly for someone who’d been half-asleep only a few minutes ago. “Towels on the shelf are clean!” you called after him.

“Cool!” He shot back with a thumbs up over his head as he continued to walk, not slowing until the bathroom door was closed.

A small smile crossed your features as you walked to the kitchen to get breakfast ready, figuring some eggs and bacon would do. You listened to the shower run as you threw the meat on the stove and mixed the eggs, and by the time you’d almost had everything finished, you heard the water turn off. A moment later, you caught in the corner of your eye, Jason walking by in nothing but a towel toward your bedroom. Your mind began to wander until a pop of grease landed on your arm. You hissed an inhale and gave a soft, “fuck,” as your attention returned to the task at hand.

“You alright?” The man asked, coming back out of the bedroom now in dark pants. He slid up behind you and wrapped an arm around your waist, resting his jaw against the side of your head, bare chest pressed against your back.

“I’m fine,” you reassured him, running your unoccupied hand over his arm as you leaned into him. “Why are you always walking around my house shirtless?”

Jason let out a scoff of shock. “What, you don’t like it?”

“No, I love it, actually. But it’s a bit distracting.”

You could feel the boost in his ego and hear the smirk in his voice when he responded, “Oh is that what happened a minute ago? I was being distracting?” He planted a kiss on your neck in the same place you’d found a hickey in the mirror this morning as if to emphasize his words.

The roll of your eyes could not have been any bigger. “Yes,” you admitted, “But I have things to do today, so you being distracting is not something I have time for.”

“See, you say that,” he started while his hands began to wander down your sides and found the bottom hem of your shorts. “But this is what you’re wearing first thing in the morning.” He played with the elasticity of the fabric as he spoke.

“This is what I wear under my scrubs, Jay.” You said it in an almost chastising manner, as though it were entirely obvious. “It’s just an extra layer to make it easier to change if I need to at work.”

He let out an exaggerated sigh and squeezed you around the middle slightly as you continued to cook. “I guess that makes sense, like wearing compression gear under my suit.”

You nodded. “It’s exactly like that. Here.” You split the eggs in the pan in half and pulled a few pieces of bacon out and onto a plate and handed it to Jason before serving yourself the same way.

He thanked you, and the pair of you ate in the kitchen, him leaned against the counter you sat on top of.

“You know?” Jason questioned as he took your plate from your hands and rinsed them both off in the sink before returning to stand directly in front of you at the counter. “I think you like sitting up here because it makes you feel tall.”

You chuckled softly, a smile crossing your features as looked at him in the eyes without having to crane your neck as you normally would at this proximity. “Okay, and?” You returned his questioning tone. “Is it such a bad thing that I can see more than your jaw from up here?” You reached to touch the area in question, your fingers stroking gently over the skin, which you noticed had been shaved clean of the stubble you felt this morning. Pity. “Or that I can kiss you without standing on my toes?” You leaned in for a kiss but froze just before making contact and Jason made a choked noise of surprise at your audacity. “Or should you be the only one who gets to be tall?” You asked, leaning back to give space, and found that his jaw hung open in shock.

A mischief entered his eyes as Jason ran his tongue over his teeth. “Oh, Sweetheart, you are playing games you already told me we don’t have time for this morning.”

“So, no teasing anymore either, then. Got it, rules are different now.” You said with a sarcastic nod.

“Now, when did I say that?” Jason asked with a smile, reaching to place his hands on either side of your neck just under your jaw, letting his thumbs trace little patterns into your skin. There was a moment of pause as he seemed content to just look at you, before Jason used his grip on you to pull you back toward him and kiss you.

It was slow and careful as the two of you made out. Your hands found their way to the man’s waist and pulled him closer, but you were careful not to elevate the tension too much. When you broke for air, Jason was the first to speak.

“Did you want me to drive you to work today?” He asked, excited glint in his gaze.

“Jay, you don’t have to, I can walk just-”

“Okay,” He interrupted you, “Let me rephrase. May I drive you to work today, please?”

You raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “Sure… Any particular reason?”

“I have stuff to do on that side of town anyway today, so I might as well, and…” He trailed off for a moment, looking almost guilty as he palmed the outside of your thigh. “I’d really like to show off.”

“Show off what, exactly?” You asked, a conspiratorial squint on your face.

“Well, you, mostly. But also, the present I brought you,” he said with a smirk.

True confusion overtook your features. “I’m sorry?”

Jason disappeared for a moment, leaving you in the kitchen alone as he retrieved his bag from the bedroom, setting it on the couch to dig around in it. “Do you remember I told you that if you liked going riding, I’d get you your own gear?”

“Yes…”

“Here.” He pulled a neatly folded pair of pants and a jacket from his duffle and presented them to you. “They should fit better to your size than the ones you wore last time, and if you need, I can have them tailored.”

You could only nod in response as you got down from the counter, overwhelmed by such a thoughtful thing. You took the garments from him and got dressed in your room, sliding the pants and jacket on over your shorts and tank top. The suit fit like a glove, and you smirked to yourself at the idea of what Jason had to go through to get it like this without your help. When you walked back out, you could feel the exact moment Jason’s gaze fell on you. It was heavy.

Jason hadn’t expected to be so taken by the image of you wearing the suit he’d had made for you. It was just typical riding gear, with some upgrades in the armor. No chance of road rash if the thing could take a bullet. Except seeing you geared up like this stirred something dangerous in him, especially since you were in his colors. This was as close as he figured he could get to marking you, without fully putting his name or symbol across your shoulder blades. This way, you’d look like you belonged there riding with him, regardless of whether he was in the helmet.

Both pieces had a base of solid black Cordura with stitching in just the right shade of red, and while the pants only had other small details in red like the beltloops and pocket linings, the jacket was a bit more complex. The shoulder and center back panels were a dark grey color to match the gunmetal zippers, and the detailing like pocket edges, sleeve cuffs, and the bottom hem of the jacket were all done in the same red. The last piece of the jacket was the only part he was concerned might have been over the top: a blood red hood. He watched as you pulled the hood up over your head and looked at him with an eyebrow quirked. Goddamn if you didn’t look good like this. But he didn’t want the gift to feel like an attempt to control you.

“If it’s too much, then-” he started.

“No. I love it,” you were quick to interrupt as you looked over yourself. A thought occurred to you however, and you voiced it to the man in front of you. “Are we worried it’s a little on the nose though?” you asked, running your fingers over the edge of the hood.

“Nah,” he huffed the word and shook his head as he approached you. “Designers use our uniforms as “inspiration” for avant-bullshit all the time. And besides, Alfred seems to think that even just using my visage will help keep small fish off you; something about not wanting to deal with the trouble if the actual Red Hood might be over your shoulder.”

He rolled his eyes playfully to try to keep the mood light, but you could tell this was important to him. The way Jason’s hands dragged over your sleeves like he was inspecting the article for flaws told you this was much more than him gifting you an outfit. You felt the material, and noticed it was thicker than that of the jacket you wore last time, but it was lighter in weight. And it had a striking resemblance in texture to- “Is this armor?” You asked, looking up to meet his eyes as the realization dawned on you. “Like yours.”

Jason nodded shallowly, “Everything except the body plates, yeah, it’s the same stuff my uniform is made of.”

“So, what I’m hearing is: I’m basically indestructible now,” you observed, mischief in your eyes and shit eating grin on your face.

“Oh-ho,” he let out a humorless chuckle as he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into him. “Don’t do that to me.”

You looked up through your eyelashes at him, hands resting on his chest as you spoke. “What? You don’t want me running around letting the world know I’m untouchable because I’m part of Red Hood’s territory?” His grip on you tightened, and for a moment you thought you’d made him upset until you saw the way his eyes had darkened. A small smile crossed your features as you realized what was happening. “Is that a thing for you?” You questioned, doing everything possible with your inflection to make sure that he knew you weren’t making fun of him. “Jason…” your tone dropped slightly, and you reached up to stroke his cheek with the back of your knuckles as you continued, “do you like the idea of me being marked as yours? You want everyone to know I’m spoken for?”

In a flash, his fingers were closed around your wrist to stop your movements. “That’s not a conversation to have right now if you’re still planning on going to work today.”

So, yes, he’s very into that. “Noted. Thank you for the gear.” You gave a soft smile as you tried to pull the conversation toward a less risky topic.

Jason nodded, his grip on you softening as he breathed a small sigh of relief. “Of course. You liked being on my bike, so I wanted to make sure you’re covered just in case something happens on the road. And aside from that, it should be light enough that you can wear it any time you want extra coverage, without it getting too hot or heavy.”

“Okay,” you acknowledged as you processed his words. “And “coverage,” in this case means…”

“It’ll stop blades and most small firearms,” He stated. “Plus, burns, abrasions, and other types of impact shouldn’t be an issue. BUT-” He emphasized and made sure he had eye contact with you before continuing, “You can still get hurt, so I need you to still be careful. It’s a jacket, not a forcefield.”

“I know, Jay. I hear you. I promise I will be careful, okay?” You waited for him to nod in response to indicate he’d heard you before you spoke again. “Thank you for protecting me.”

Jason felt a swell of pride in his chest hearing you say that, and he leaned down to kiss you before responding, “Always,” and kissing you again. “Are you ready to go?” he asked, thumb on your chin as he tilted your head up to look at him.

You hummed in affirmation. “Almost. I need to get my scrubs in my backpack.” It only took you a few moments to get the garments rolled and put in your bag alongside the other clothing, snacks, and book you always kept in your bag for work, and then you were back. “Ready now.” You noticed that while you were out of the room, Jason had gotten dressed the rest of the way, into gear that matched yours, aside from the hood, absent from his jacket. There was a warmth in your chest at the fact that it wasn’t only about putting you in his colors, but getting the two of you to coordinate. For someone so convinced he’s incapable of good, you thought, he’s incredibly endearing.

Jason held your hand the whole way as he led you to the alley with worn-out parking lines on the side of your building. You almost found yourself surprised to see the bike was even still there, but you figured that likely had more to do with whatever anti-theft technology was installed on it. There were also two helmets mounted to the chassis by the gas tank. They were both sleek black, with gunmetal hardware and red linings you could see through the open visors. The slightly smaller one had one difference though, in the form of a subtle matte-black design pressed over one side: a dahlia.

“Those are new,” you pointed with a curious look on your face.

“Well, yeah, if I was going all out with everything else, I figured I might as well, right?”

You gave a soft smile, “Sure. Same level of protection I assume?”

“Obviously.” He shot you a scrutinous look as though to say, ‘you know better.’

“Can I ask how they’re mounted?”

He tugged on his helmet to show you it wasn’t budging. “They’re attached with the same electromagnetic signal that locks the bike up, so it doesn’t get stolen. We all have it on our work bikes, but since I’m going to be parking this one outside the manor garage more often, I figured I should probably get it installed.”

“I hope it wasn’t too much of a pain in the ass. You shouldn’t have to alter everything for-”

Jason cut you off with a short “Hey, stop,” before continuing with, “I am happy to make changes in my life to better accommodate the fact that you are in it. And full honesty, I probably should have done it a while ago anyway.” Satisfied you weren’t going to protest anymore; Jason redirected the conversation. “Now, c’mere Sweetheart.”

When you approached him, it was with such affection in your eyes that Jason couldn’t remember a time in his life that this wasn’t standard, that you were not his priority. And he didn’t want to. He pulled you into him by your waist and kissed you deeply, trying to show you how much he cared for you, how much he loved you. He would do anything you asked of him with no regard for consequence, he realized with no surprise, and Bruce was going to kill him for it when he found out.

When the kiss broke, Jason was quick to slide your helmet over your head, immediately followed by his own, and you heard a small crackle in your ear before, “Can you hear me okay?” You looked up to Jason in surprise at how much clearer this was than the last time you’d borrowed a helmet with a comm link in it, and you could tell by the way his eyes scrunched through the open visor that he was smiling. There was a chuckle through the same speaker and then you heard him say “I’ll take that as a yes.”

You’d never felt so spoiled in your life. “You did all this for me?” You asked, almost breathless with awe.

Jason shrugged as he finished fastening his gloves, “You needed gear. I wasn’t about to have you wearing the old hand-me-down shit that just hangs in the garage. I wanted you to have the best and be- What?” He asked, finding that when he looked at you from where he sat on the bike, your helmet was cocked at him.

“Nothing, I just,” love him. You loved him. “I think you’re pretty incredible.”

He huffed an almost sarcastic laugh. “Okay, Sweetheart, get on the bike.”

You took his outstretched hand and relied on his aide for balance as you swung your leg over the back of the motorcycle. As soon as your weight settled behind him, Jason started the engine and pulled out of the alley. The ride to your job was filled with easy conversation, but far too short, and when he pulled up to the front lot of the hospital, Jason was quick to find a spot in the row closest to the doors to park. The pair of you dismounted and Jason helped you out of your helmet before removing his own.

“Hey, kick ass today,” he flashed a brilliant smile that made your heart flutter as he spoke.

“Don’t I always?” you questioned as you pulled the front of his jacket down to you for a kiss goodbye. It was only about a second before you heard a wolf whistle from behind you, and you snapped your head to find Marcy and one of the other nurses staring from the coffee cart on the sidewalk outside the front door. You looked up at Jason apologetically, “I gotta go.”

He nodded, an understanding smile over his features. “I’ll pick you up tonight if I’m not already at work.”

“And if you are?” You questioned.

“Then we’ll do the usual,” he said with a shrug, throwing a wink your way. “Either way, I’ll see you later, Sweetheart.”

“Bye, Jay.”

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MODERN MIZU THOUGHTS PT. 2

As promised, some more various little headcanons and scenarios for a modern-day Mizu (and everyone else).

Let me know if you want more! I have lots of stuff half-finished.

This one is a little longer! Has some Mizu fucking shit up but also being soft.

Part one has some context, but most of this should make sense without it.

TW: canon-typical violence (Mizu is gonna Mizu)

RINGO

The first time you met him, soon after Mizu moved in, you came home to find this stranger cooking in your kitchen

He greeted you very cheerily, chattering right away about how he was making dinner and there was plenty to share

You thanked him awkwardly. You were…surprised and disappointed to find out Mizu had a boyfriend, given your interest, but hey… you probably didn't have a shot anyway, you tell yourself sadly.

You meet her coming down the hall, and she greets you with the usual stoic grunt-and-nod.

You start to tell her that her boyfriend seems nice, you know, general small talk.

The second the word boyfriend leaves your mouth, her head whips around

“My WHAT”

Ringo’s voice echoes down the hall from the kitchen, “I’m WHAT”

He finds it hilarious, she does not

TAIGEN AND AKEMI

Akemi is an heiress that is 100% planning to go no-contact with her family but is playing their game for now so they'll pay for her degree

Pre-law 100%, this girl could argue/cajole/convince you out of your own name

She's one of those types who can run on the treadmill for hours while looking fab

Fashion icon on campus, but a total girls-girl that loves to give advice and encouragement

Do not party with her, this girl will get you PLASTERED

Hiding her relationship with Taigen from her family, again to keep her degree money coming

Taigen was still Mizu's childhood bully

Picked on the orphan to make himself feel better about his shitty home life

Eiji transferred Mizu out of that school QUICK once he officially could, so she didn't have to deal with him for very long

They lost contact at that point, to Mizu’s relief

He's at the university on an athletics scholarship

Saw Mizu training in the gym

(This is why she needed that yard of yours)

He is the champ of the school team and thought since she wasn't on the team, she must be a rookie

She'd be an easy win, and a way to show off for the gym bunnies

She whooped his ass then and there, naturally, in front of the entire gym

And then nearly switched universities because fuck dealing with him on campus

Thankfully Akemi has him on a bit more of a leash in the modern day and HAS dragged him to therapy

He's still an egotistical asshole, but he's TRYING, OK (-Akemi)

They still bicker horrendously but there is a tiny, tiny bit of mutual respect there

Taigen hasn't stopped trying to drag Mizu onto the school team, so she still tries to avoid him

Mizu privately thinks Akemi needs to get her head checked out

But she does approve of Akemi's effect on him in general

She wasn't thrilled to know that you have shared a few classes with Akemi and are now friends

This means there might be the prospect of more Taigen in her future

Great.

Are you sure you really like Akemi as a friend that much?

JOB COMPLICATIONS

So as I said, due to her possible fathers being involved in organized crime, she has also gotten quite comfortable in those circles

She “works” odd hours, or is sometimes gone for a few days

You aren't about to get nosy. You asked her once what she did for work and she told you it was “nothing interesting” with a very clear drop it expression

Message received

She has been rooming with you for quite a while, long enough for you to call each other friends, when someone, somewhere in the wrong circle gets wind of her home address

You hear a knock at the door one evening while Mizu is out at “work”. Quiet, but insistent.

You aren't expecting anyone...but maybe a surprise visit, or Mizu forgot her keys?

Instead, a very clean, erudite man in a suit says he's here to see The Onryō

What

You make politely confused noises at him, saying he must have the wrong address, and he smiles back at you with cold, dead eyes.

“I know he's here.” His voice is still serene, icy. “It won't take long. If you could go get him, please.”

Ok, you've had enough-

He catches the door before you can slam it, and oh. He's stronger than he looks.

And oh- ... that's a gun.

You back away into the apartment, and he follows, shutting the door behind him.

He continues to threaten and demand, always in a quiet, even tone, as you continue to back away.

You're terrified, of course, because you've never dealt with anything even remotely like this

You keep trying to shout over him that you have no idea who he's looking for

Of course your phone is on the kitchen counter, nowhere nearby, utterly useless

You're again trying to explain, in a shaking tone, that you genuinely have no clue what’s going on when

Running footsteps

The door bursts open with enough force to leave it bouncing off the wall. The man whirls away from you, gun whipping around–

He barely has time to gasp before Mizu is on him.

Can humans even move that fast?

All you see is a flash of metal and

Ssshnk-THUNK

He folds like laundry, crumpling to the floor.

You didn't get a good look at whatever she did to the front of him when he turned, it all happened while you were flinching, but there is a lot of blood starting to stain the carpet around him.

You're frozen, staring at the twitching shape.

“Don't look at him, come on.”

Mizu grabs you and starts to lead you by the shoulders away from him and back down the hallway towards the bedrooms

She's careful only to touch you with her hands so she doesn't get any blood on you.

She's still in get-shit-done mode, but trying not to scare you.

As she's leading you, you start frantically trying to explain what happened, babbling about what he said.

"He kept saying about some guy called The Onryō-"

You feel her fingers tighten on your shoulders, but she says nothing.

You've never seen that look in her eyes before, and you thought you'd seen her at her most stoic.

(Gods above, you could have been killed because of her-)

“Wait– wait, my phone is in the kitchen– Mizu, the police, we gotta call–”

“I'll call."

"But I'll have to explain--"

"I'll take care of it. Just go back where you don't have to see it.”

Sitting on your bed, you can hear her quiet voice on the phone to someone, you assume the police emergency line.

Soon, you can hear the murmurs of multiple male voices.

Ah, the police. They'll probably want your statement…but… you reach for the doorknob and stop.

Something in your gut urges caution, and you ease the door open cautiously, silently, just a crack

… Those definitely aren't police.

Thankfully, the men in dark suits have their backs to you, and only Mizu looks up at the door.

You make eye contact with her and shut the door again very quickly, your mind racing.

Mizu is trying to stay in focus-mode while she deals with the problem, having called in a few favors, but the back of her mind is freaking the fuck out with repressed trauma.

Are you going to hate her now? What if you turn on her like M*k*o?

Her gut cramps at the thought of you seeing her as a monster.

She should just leave but she doesn't want to

Back in the room, Your heart is pounding.

So many dots are suddenly connecting. Should you be worried about this? Are you in danger? Is she going to…

After a while, you hear more doors closing, then… water running?

Mizu, with wet hair and blood-free clothing, knocks, saying the coast is clear.

She's SO nervous, afraid to hear you scream at her to go away

When you don't, she cautiously peers in, still expecting to get something hurled at her head

Strangely enough, you just look relieved to see her. Maybe you're still in shock?

For you, every doubt and worry leaves your mind as soon as you see her.

The man on the floor is gone, leaving only a towel covering the bloodstain.

Mizu says very quickly that she'll take care of that too, that you don't need to deal with anything.

She's still nervous, still waiting for you to call her a monster, or demand answers.

You can tell she’s watching you.

You just nod.

You're a college student that just watched a guy get sliced open with a sword. What do you even say to that?

Should you be scared of her? You're not.

But you're still a bit disturbed by the violence.

When she realizes that you're not going to freak out at her or scream at her to leave, she quietly asks if you need some space?

You shake your head quickly at that. You can still see the gun pointed at you, the man’s unflinching gaze.

You feel much safer with her around.

She's relieved, but tries hard not to show it

She carefully suggests that you both spend time somewhere other than the living room for tonight.

She's uncharacteristically soft with you, for her usual standards, but she's also way out of her depth.

She shoos you off to take a shower even though you're clean, and calls Ringo in a hushed voice while you're in there, demanding advice on how to comfort someone

When you emerge, you’re hustled into your room with some water and easy-to-eat snacks

(She's honestly starving after her job but feels bad eating like it's nothing, like it didn't bother her)

(It didn't)

She gathers some extra blankets and things from her room, then sits quietly on the bed next to you, letting you watch stupid things on her laptop.

You don't think you're going to be able to sleep, but she makes a strangely soothing presence next to you, and you drift off eventually

When you wake up, she's still next to you, awake, and looks exhausted.

The towel is gone and the carpet is clean

She just tells you, very seriously, that nothing like that is ever going to happen again, she'll make sure of it

By the look in her eyes, you believe her

She's jumpy for several days after that, checking the windows regularly and watching you strangely every time you’re on a call

You're jumpy, too, but she doesn't complain when you hover around her almost continually, constantly getting underfoot.

If anything, it seems to calm whatever worries are going on in her head

When she doesn't find herself arrested, or asked to move out, she seems to relax completely

This incident clearly tells her that she can trust you, because suddenly it's like you've passed a sacred gate of trust

Now she's occasionally coming home with a little bit of blood on her

Sometimes she sports some nicks and slices

You never thought you would be googling how to do stitches but what are crushes friends for?

You haven't actually gotten up the courage to ask what's up with all of this, yet. It just seems…unwise.

Not that you're afraid she'll hurt you, weirdly enough,

but despite the danger that you're now aware of, you really don't want her to get spooked and move out.

You don't know this, but she decides not to move out because she fears that more men might still come by, thinking that she still lives there, and clearly ignorance didn't save you this time.

You also don't know this, but this is the threshold where her feelings go from a passing crush that she represses, to something she is actually considering how to safely approach...

She's impressed with how you handled that, as a person who isn't used to violence

She'd never pursue something with someone while they were unaware, but since you know a little now…

(Meanwhile, she doesn't know that, after the shock had worn off, you found the whole thing kind of hot…)

#mizu #mizu x reader #mizu blue eye samurai #bes #bes mizu #bes x reader #bes x you #blue eye samurai #mizu bes #modern mizu #tw: blood #tw: violence #Mizu imagines #mizu brainrot

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deviantartdramahub · 1 day ago

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So this is something to settle an expose a certain person who is rallying people to hate on one of my friends, and that person is @xscene-queen-selfshipsx. This is from my perspective, the person she actively and proudly tried to trick into giving her free stuff by taking advantage of my generosity.

For context, Vee and I had become close friends, and I admittingly was lovestruck and didn't go about it in the right ways, ultimately, unfortunately, unknowingly, and unintentionally making Vee uncomfortable and having Vee block me on everything. I do not blame Vee for what she did to protect her own emotional well being and once Scene relayed what Vee had told her I did, I finally saw the other perspective and I took a long look at myself in the mirror and punched it in disgust, and now I'm in the process of making a mosaic of a monarch butterfly with the pieces of that mirror.

What Scene thought she was doing was revenge for her as she found out that with as little income I have, I go out of my way to show appreciation for the people that are there for me and give them gifts, but I personally can't see how what she was attempting to do and admittingly almost succeeded in doing is in the benefit of ANYBODY ELSE but herself.

I first met Scene when playing Cards Against Humanity with her and Vee, we three had a great time together, and afterwards conversations went on from there. Scene was a cool person with a lot of similar interests and I enjoyed talking to her. There was a time she thought about leaving Vee's server when she felt like she wasn't fitting in and had nothing in common with anybody there. Being someone that has dealt with rejection from the world for being different, I decided to go talk to her, and I spent hours writing long paragraphs to help her understand that it's okay to be different and to be proud of it, and that she should still be open about her personal interests because true friends will support you in those interests AND since I was there at the time, I offered to be that person that shared common interests with her. After that long conversation, Scene decided to stick around and it seemed her mood had actually changed. She seemed more confident to be herself and seemed to have found a new outlook on everything, I felt like I had truly helped her. She even said when I admitted to her that I REALLY liked Vee, that she fully supported the possibility of Vee and I getting together and that I would be a good person for her.

Fast forward to when Vee and I had our falling out because of my own mistakes that I take full responsibility for, and have told Scene many times that I did. Scene and I talked about the falling out, and Scene went to Vee to find out her perspective of everything and then relayed it to me, which was extremely helpful in me starting to fix what is wrong with me as I was unaware of the full scope of what I did wrong, but scene did it in a very harsh way as well. Calling me names, comparing me to awful people or comparing my actions to way more extreme actions, making sure that I saw every ugly detail in my reflection so I could start popping those ugly pimples of my personality. But she also helped change the subject and was being there to talk to me about the common interests we had, often having to help me stop thinking or talking about Vee in my time of heartbreak by saying things like "it was never real, you were delusional, you messed up, you have a lot to work on before even thinking about finding love" etc. (not actual word-for-word quotes, just mostly paraphrasing.) and of course the conversation came up about my anxiety of how Vee is going to feel when gifts I had sent her were going to be coming in the mail in a couple days and how I used to shower Vee in gifts, not in a way to "buy her love" but to simply get her something that she couldn't afford at the time (but I could) that I know she would like and would make her happy, because I am a people pleaser to a fault.

After Scene discovered this trait about me that I do with ALL my friends, she started REALLY trying to convince me to get her stuff, and in my depressive state, I agreed that I would buy her stuff she was asking for, because I wanted to be happy making somebody else happy again. I came close to doing so but thankfully fate protected me and the items she was asking for the most at the time were out of stock, so I couldn't buy it for her, so then I splurged on myself to cope in my own way, making me unable to afford ANYTHING she was asking me for. She kept trying to tell me when I was reacting to the things she was asking for "not to fall for her, don't make the same mistake you made with Vee", but that's the thing, I didn't have an OUNCE of feelings for Scene in the slightest, my heart simply doesn't move on like that, and I'm currently working on myself to be a better partner for somebody in the future, because obviously I'm not good for anybody right now for many reasons. I am not going to fall for somebody else RIGHT AFTER losing somebody that I was basically handing my heart over to on a silver platter, especially if that person is their "ride or die" best friend that's like a sister to them, that's just morally messed up. I was simply reacting because what she was asking me for was the typical Hot Topic girl vibes clothing, which I did admit that is my favorite style and usually the style of every girl I crushed on, just to simply say that Scene had good taste and that she was going to be looking amazing in it, the same way a gay friend would go shopping with a bestie and compliment her with no intentions behind it because he doesn't swing that way. Example: "Damn gurl! Your butt in those, omg, you're going to make guys and girls flood the place because they'll be drooling so much! Yaaaas!"

Fast forward again after some time of me talking to Scene, daily updates, random memes, occasional drops in mood and venting how I miss Vee and how I wish I knew sooner what I was doing wrong so I could start to fix it before I lost her, etc. I randomly got a message from Vee after being unblocked on one of the apps we actively followed each other on in the past, telling me to add her back on Discord since she unblocked me there too because she had something important to tell me. Vee then sent me the screenshots you see in this post, of Scene admitting to her that she was planning to take advantage of me to get free stuff while also talking shit and insulting me for being a kind and trusting person who makes a lot of mistakes unknowingly and unintentionally. The way she speaks about me when I've been nothing but kind and supportive of her truly hurts. After Vee told me that, Vee and I also discussed our falling out, what we both did wrong on our own parts, what we learned about ourselves in the experience, and what we plan to do to become the best version of ourselves in the future. Vee and I are on good terms and actively speaking to each other, but I am controlling myself as best as I can to not be the clingy, obsessed, and lovestruck fool I was that made me lose her before, and she is trying her best to be better at communicating and being open about her feelings instead of forming to what she thinks others want. We are both becoming better people slowly but surely, because we don't want to be misunderstood by our actions when we have good intentions.

After I was informed, I kept it going with Scene to see how far she'd truly go to do such an evil thing to someone, and even when I admitted that I'm nervous that she may be taking advantage of me after she sent her amazon wishlist, she denied any I'll intentions and tried to make me feel ridiculous for thinking that she would do something like that, that she is there for me. So I decided it was finally time to show her what I now know. And you can see the rest in the screenshots.

Fast forward to now, where Scene is posting vague things, bad mouthing Vee and rallying other people who have had their own experiences with Vee, but never admitting any wrong she did on her part. I don't think Vee doing the morally right thing and warning someone that something LITERALLY ILLEGAL is being done to them warrants all the things that are being said about her. I do not make a lot of money right now, the only guaranteed amount being a little over 1k per month, while also living in my own and taking care of my ESA cat, and the things I was going to buy for Scene were going to be a LOT of money, the CHEAPEST item Scene was asking for being $50 or more, yet I was still going to do it because I was convinced she was my friend and gave a damn about me.

I'm going to close this with a direct statement to Scene. Scene, please feel free to do a post explaining how *you* taking advantage of a broken, generous, kind, good intentioned, IDIOT is "revenge" for Vee. Explain what Vee gains out of that. If you know Vee like you claim to, that you were her BEST FRIEND, her ride or die, then you would know that Vee doesn't take pleasure in the suffering of others, and what you were doing wasn't minor at all. You could've had me spend money on you that I could've spent on taking care of myself, wether it be things for my physical stability or emotional stability. You took advantage of my emotional state, my gullibility, and my passion for making others happy. Now you're upset because your friend ratted you out before you gained anything from it. I'm sorry but in comparison to you, Vee, and I, I have to say you are mostly in the wrong on a moral standpoint, and a legal standpoint at that. You are the reason why I hate humanity and now don't even want to identify as human anymore because humans are greedy little fucks that let the 7 deadly sins not only dictate their lives, but let it be the core fundamentals of how the "real world" works. What you attempted to do to me is disgusting, and I'm sure if you were on ANY other side of this other than your own, you'd be just as disgusted by somebody doing that to somebody else, and if I'm wrong and you STILL think you're justified, you have a LOT more to work on than Vee and I do. And anybody else that sees this and still thinks she's justified, you have problems too. I pity all of you and the karma that will eventually come for you. I wish you all luck in your own paths of lives, because the ones I see you going on are ROUGH, but there's many forks in the paths of lives that you have the choice to take better ones, ones less traveled so you don't need to push others down to get past them.

I believe I've said all I could, but I could always go into more detail. I hope this post doesn't get taken down while other posts slandering Vee remain up while Vee's retaliation is being taken down. That would be extremely unfair and just silencing the truth and hiding actual evidence of somebody doing an awful and ILLEGAL thing she could EASILY try to do to others. This is Tovar Perri, AKA tovarisawesome or tovartheawesome (depending on the platform), not any alt account of Vee's, and I'm willing to prove that however I can.

TLDR: Be careful getting REMOTELY close with @xscene-queen-selfshipsx, there is a chance that it's all just an act to get something out of you, wether it be something with monetary value or simply your attention and emotional support, and she actually doesn't give to flying fucks about you, no matter how nice you are to her. Nobody is off limits for her to manipulate and take advantage of. Vee and I may have our own flaws we are actively working on, at least we are morally mature enough to know that doing something like that is EXTREMELY messed up. Did I mention enough that it's also ILLEGAL?! If I wanted to I could take legal action for just attempting to do it, and with all the evidence Vee and I have and my amazing lawyers, I would win. I'm just saying. But I like to give second chances, so as long as this post puts an end to this whiny "my friend snitched on me and I didn't get my free clothes, WAH! Let's all talk shit about her and validate me when I don't disclose the shitty things I did!" posts that I'm seeing, then I'll take that as you either sulking in your shit pile you made, waiting for karma to come to you, or you are actively working on yourself as well, which I hope the case is the ladder. Good luck. I hope nothing but the best for everyone in this shitty situation and this fucked up world we live in.

Long-winded as always, if that isn't proof that I am Tovar Perri, I don't know what is. XD

I'm going to see how all this goes. One might say Evie has been brigading in response to everything and that it's giving this a conflict of interest. You won't be given the boot, but keep in mind the dump may not exist for long. There also needs to be more sources, this needs to be talked about.

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whynot-art21 · 3 days ago

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Hello again.

I am happy to give you all this little comic plus fan-fiction to it.

I love little stories like this.

She had a good morning today.

Her mother made her a typical american breakfast, bacon and eggs. She usually puts cereal on the table, wich is fine! Y/N loves cereal. Nothing better then fruit loops, right? Anyway, she ate up, finished her orange juice, and put everything in the dishwasher. She then went up to her room to get her backpack, wich she had already packed with all the things that she needed for the day. Including her phone that was ringing right now.

The caller ID said: Optimus. She picked up. "Morning, Optimus." She happily greeted him. "Good morning, little one." He answered. "How are you at the moment?" He asked, genuinely caring for her wellbeing. "Good actually, mom made a amazing breakfast just now, so i’m all energized for the day." Y/N told him.

"I am glad to hear it." Replied Optimus. "I am currently parked outside your house. You can join me when ever you’re ready, there is no hurry."

"Don’t worry, Optimus, I was already grabbing my stuff. I’ll be out in a minute."

"Understood, I will see you in a bit, little one." They ended the call and Y/N went downstairs. She walked past the kitchen where her mother was putting away her own dishes. "Bye, mom. I’m going out with friends, love you!" She said as she headed for the door. Her mother turns around and called after her, "By, honey, love you too. Be back by curfew!"

"Ok!" She said as she put on her shoes. Doing so her cat walked up to her purring and stretching. She gave her a few pets and a quick cuddle. "And I of course love you too." She said to her, set her back down on the floor, and went outside, closing the door behind her.

As soon she was out of the house she headed straight for Optimus. He popped open his passenger door for her, letting her climb inside his cab. Once she was seated he closed it, and started driving when she had buckled herself in. And off they went to base.

The drive wasn’t too long, just ten to twenty minutes. Once there she got out of Optimus‘ cab and went up the stairs to the human area, while Optimus transformed and took his spot at the main console station.

Once at the top of the stairs she saw that Jack and Raf were already there, siting on the couch playing the good old racing game. "Hey, Jack, Raf, who’s winning?"

Jack looked at her with a deadpan look, as if someone had spit into his pancakes for the 100th time. "He is." He simply said with a monotone voice, that told her he wasn’t too happy about it, while pointing with his thumb over his shoulder at Raf.

Raf just smiled innocently.

"Again?! Ok, that’s it. What’s your secret?" She sat down next to the boys as she questioned Raf. "No secret, just skill." Raf answered smugly.

"Now your just rubbing it in." Jack said. "Well, at least I can still beat you and Miko some times." "Don’t be so sure about that." Y/N said in a singsong tune.

A moment later, Bulkhead drove into the base with Miko. Well, 'speak of the devil and he shall appear', Y/N thought. She heard bulkheads door open and Miko stepping out, together with four little taping foot steps and exited barking.

She looked over to the boys and asked, "You heard that too, right?" They nodded, both having confused and slightly shocked faces. "Yup" answered Jack.

… the three of them rushed over to the railing. And yes, Miko had really brought a dog to the base. A dog she was currently trying to calm down. Unsuccessfully. Jack, Raf and Y/N walked down the stairs and halted in front of Miko to meet her new companion. Even Optimus came to see from what the unfamiliar noises were coming from.

Miko looked at her friends just as excitedly as the dog. "Hey guys! My host parents told me to watch there dog for the day." She explained. Y/N looks down at the dog, it’s caller had a golden painted tag on it with the name Rex engraved into it in bold letters.

"Really? That’s so neat! Hi buddy…" she held out her hand to the dog so he could smell her in greeting. Rex sniffed her a few times and then started barking at her aggressively. Y/N flinched back since she didn’t expect him to suddenly bark at her. Optimus, just as startled, reacted and quickly scooped her up of the ground making her yelp in the process. He held her protectively to his chest plating. Y/N quickly tried to reassure him that she wasn’t hurt.

"Optimus, it’s fine, he didn’t do anything." But Optimus was only watching the still barking dog while Miko tried to hold him back. "Rex! No! Stop!" Tho it was of little use.

"Miko, I would appreciate it if you could keep Rex from acting hostile towards anyone in the base." He said with a serious expression. Y/N once again tried to reassure him that all was good, having an idea of what the situation is. "Optimus, it’s ok. He probably just smelled my cat‘s scent on me.

Optimus stilled and looked down at her in his servo confused. "I’m sorry?" He said. Asking her to give him more insight on this

"Some dogs don’t like cats", she explained, "I hugged my cat before we came to the base, her smell most likely stuck to me. Rex probably freaked out because he thought I had a cat with me."

Optimus took a moment to process. "… you are saying that Rex wasn’t hostile to you, but your cat’s scent?" Y/N nodded. "Yeah exactly."

Optimus looked back down at the dog. Miko had already succeeded in calming Rex down with the help of Jack, and Rafael. He then looked back at Y/N and nodded, "In that case I do not see anything wrong" he said and gently lowered her back to the ground. He couldn’t fool her, she knew he was still tens about what happened. So when she was back on the ground, she went over to Rex to show him that every thing was alright.

She came closer and Rex started to bark slightly again when he smelled her. But Miko corrected him. Then when he sniffed her hand again he didn’t bark but liked her hand. She took that as the go to pet him, and he enjoyed the affection thoroughly.

Y/N looked back up at Optimus with a smile on her face. "See? All good." Optimus visibly relaxed and gave her a tiny smile of his own.

I hope you had fun reading it, thanks for doing so.

By by.

#optimus prime x reader #transformers prime #transformers prime x reader #optimus prime #optimus prime x human reader #transformers prime fanart #transformers prime fanfiction #transformers prime optimus #dogs

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dameronspector · 2 days ago

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How Sam reacts to you doing house chores when you are pregnant

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Pregnant!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, Sam and Reader are married, Mentions of pregnancy related stuff like cravings, belly bumps, doctors visits, joint pain, etc. that’s all I think.

AN: i saw a video on this and I was like I NEED to write this w Sam

“Woman!”

You jumped and dropped the mug which was luckily caught by Sam’s quick reflexes.

“What the hell, Sam! I told you not to sneak up on me like that!”, you scolded him.

“And I told you not to do shit around the house! Whatever happened to relaxing on the couch and calling me for help?”, he scolded you back, his face twisted in an incredulous expression.

You rolled your eyes.

“Sam, I’m pregnant. Not bed ridden. I can make myself a cup of tea”, you groaned.

As soon as he had discovered that your baby bump had popped out, he had turned into a helicopter parent. Always following you around the house to make sure you didn’t do anything “stressful”. Not that he wasn’t overprotective right from the moment you found out that you’re pregnant. But now that he could see it, he wanted you to stay seated and order him around (his words, not yours.)

Whenever he was away, he would drop you off at Sarah’s or call her over and he would ask her to keep an eye on you. You loved spending time with Sarah because she had all the experience and she would give you some important tips and cooked amazing food, satisfying your cravings.

If Sarah was busy, he would put Bucky on the job and honestly, he was just as bad because he had no clue what to do so he would treat you like you were the baby. You had banned him from putting Joaquin on the job because he’s a child himself and it makes you feel like you’re geriatric. Plus, you were not going to traumatise him with your unpredictable mood swings.

You were now in your 6th month and your bump was pretty big. Which means that Sam had put you on the bench for every little thing. It was endearing but also annoying because you loved to be independent.

“You’re 6 months pregnant, babe. You can barely walk without your back hurting. I don’t want you to put stress on your back or your bump”, he told you and put his arms around your shoulders to move you away from the counter. He squeezed your shoulders and began preparing your tea.

You sauntered over to him with a hand supporting your belly and leaned on his shoulder, murmuring a “You’re lucky you’re cute, Wilson”, into it before pressing a kiss on the same spot.

He let out his cheerful laugh and turned his head to kiss your temple.

You and Sam had just finished your dinner and you helped him carry the plates to the kitchen. He had not stopped you so far so you decided to push your luck.

You were about to put your plate down in the sink and turn on the faucet, when a hand turned it off and took your plate out of your hands.

“Nuh-uh. You’re out. Go sit on the couch”, he told you firmly.

You gave him your best puppy dog eyes and pouted at him.

“Please? Just this once-”

“Baby, no. It’s gonna put pressure on your belly and your legs. The little tyke is not the size of a bean anymore”, he explained before lovingly rubbing a palm over your belly.

You jutted your lower lip out and he looked at you fondly before kissing it with an audible ‘smooch’.

“Go sit down, honey. I’ll bring you the dessert. What you craving for today? We got the chocolate cake and the ice cream sundae.”

You fell for the bribe and immediately forgot about the dishes. You hummed thoughtfully and pursed your lips.

“How about both?”

Sam flashed his pretty gap-toothed smile.

“I like how you think, Wilson.”

You gave him a sweet smile and kissed him before waddling back to the living room.

You were bored out of your mind. You woke up feeling extra tired today and it must’ve been written all over your face because Sam had immediately told you to, ‘sit pretty and tell me what to do’.

But it’s been hours since you woke up and did nothing productive. You tried reading a book but you couldn’t get comfortable enough so you closed the book with a huff of frustration. You decided to take a walk around the house and you noticed that the laundry was yet to be done.

So you quietly picked up the clothes, put it into a basket and carried it to the laundry room. Sam was making lunch for you two so you hoped he’d be busy enough to not pay attention to you.

You started the washing machine and began putting the clothes in. Just as you were about to bend to pick up a shirt-

“Oh my god, what are you doing?!”

Sam.

You let out a deep sigh.

He rushed over to take away the shirt from your hands and steadied you with a hand on your back and his free hand holding one of yours. His face was twisted in panic.

“What were you doing? I told you to call me if you need anything. Just go and sit-”

“Yes! I know! I know you told me to let you know if I needed anything but, Sam! I’m bored. I’m so bored. I need to do something productive. Sitting and doing nothing for hours is making me more irritated and makes my body hurt. I need to move! Please, let me do this”, you whined in irritation and felt your eyes prick with tears.

Sam’s face softened as soon as he saw your tears and he hugged you, your belly pressing into his gently. He rubbed your back with a hand and held your head close with the other.

“I’m sorry, baby. But, doc has told us not to bend at the waist, yeah? What if you end up hurting your back? Or your knees? Your centrifugal force is kinda off right now with the baby”, he explains to you calmly and runs his hand through your hair.

You sniffled.

“I know. I’m sorry. I just need to do something. Anything. Can I help you with the lunch, atleast?”

He kissed your head and leaned his cheek on it before humming.

“Well, lunch is almost done. How about we go on a walk after that? We’ll get some ice cream and when we get back home, you can help me dry the dishes, how about that?”

You closed your eyes and buried your head in his neck.

“Yeah, okay”, you replied with a shaky voice and hugged him tighter.

The two of you were quiet for a moment before you let out a giggle.

“What’s so funny, baby?”

“Centrifugal force? Since when do you have that in your vocabulary?”

He huffed over your head and poked your belly gently.

“Ha ha, very funny. I read!”

“Oh I’m sure, Sammy”, you broke into a fit of giggles.

“Shut up!”

AN: he’s so cute 💔 need to have his babies

#sam wilson x reader #sam wilson x you #sam wilson fluff #sam wilson x pregnant!reader #husband!sam wilson #marvel cinematic universe #sam wilson #captain america brave new world #fluff #marvel #dad!sam wilson x mom!reader

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angelasscribbles · 2 days ago

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Picture Perfect

Series: None, this is a one-shot and you can find those here.

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Drake x Riley

Rating: Mature

Warnings for this chapter: there's a tiny bit of lemon scenting. Also, they will be mean to each other. Curse words of course.

Word Count: 2,107

My other stuff: Master List.

The Duke and Duchess of Valtoria climbed out of the back of the limousine, the Duke wrapping his arms protectively around his wife’s waist. He angled his body between her and the crowd, as he always did.

Riley smiled and waved to the crowd as they made their way down the red carpet toward the charity gala. Drake smiled at her. The only attention he spared for the crowd was to survey it for threats.

This was not lost on the press. The rulers of Valtoria were beloved by their people. Partially because they both used to be commoners and everyone loved a good rags to riches story, but also because of the genuine love and affection they showed each other.

It was rare, after all, in this day and age to see such a high profile couple so obviously in love, so dedicated to each other. It was inspiring, and there had been a proliferation of articles about their once in a lifetime kind of love.

Every Cordonian woman dreamed of finding a man who looked at her the way Drake looked at Riley.

In interviews, they each gave all the credit for their personal successes to the other.

She laughed at all his jokes.

He opened doors for her, pulled out chairs and led her around the dance floor, staring down at her like she was the only woman in the world.

She straightened his tie for him and reached across the table to wipe crumbs from the corner of his mouth.

Yes, everyone agreed that they were the perfect couple. Perfectly in love.

Which was exactly what their carefully curated public image was supposed to convey.

Behind closed doors, the story was a little different.

Later that night, the limo pulled down the drive at the Valtorian estate and rolled to a stop in front of the manor.

The Duke exited first and reached back for his wife’s hand.

She took his hand and climbed out behind him, giving him a grateful smile then thanking their driver.

The couple made their way to the entryway as the limo drove away. He pulled the door open for her.

The duchess glanced back as she entered her home to ensure the car was out of sight, then she whirled on her husband, the well-rehearsed smile replaced by a mask of fury. “Did you get her number?”

He blinked. “Whose?”

“The fucking waitress you couldn’t keep your eyes off of all night! She sure found all your stupid jokes funny. Spoiler alert, you’re not funny.”

His jaw ticked. “Frankly, I’m surprised you noticed who I was speaking to at all, considering how much time you spent fawning all over Liam.”

“Oh, give it a fucking rest already. If I wanted Liam, I would have married Liam! I could have!”

“Yes, I know! You never miss an opportunity to throw it in my face.”

Her eyes scanned the foyer as they traversed it to ensure there were no servants within hearing. Couldn’t have their little tiff on the front page of tomorrow’s Cordonian Star, marring their image. A perfect picture with a broken frame, that’s what they were. “You what your problem is?”

“No,” he rolled his eyes. “But I’m sure you’re going to tell me.”

“You’re just pissed that I don’t need you anymore. I’m not some clueless waitress that needs your help. Is that your obsession with waitresses, Drake, huh? You need clueless women so you feel more powerful?”

“Jesus Christ. I was just making conversation! You left me alone at the table half the night! What was I supposed to do?”

“You’re supposed to not embarrass me, that’s what! Considering what I gave up to be with you, the least you could do is afford me some fucking respect!” She gathered her dress in her hands as she stormed up the stairs toward their shared bedroom.

She should make him move into another room. God knows there were plenty of them.

“Oh, yeah, what did you give up to be with me?” He already knew the answer, but now he was ready for a fight. She had a lot of gall to be pissed at him when he had to watch her flirt with his best friend all night.

“I turned down a literal king to be with you!”

“Oh, here we go with this shit again!” He bounded up the stairs behind her. “Don’t put that on me, Riley, you made your own choices!”

“I gave up everything to be with you!” She pushed into the bedroom and threw herself onto a chaise lounge to pull her ridiculously high heels off.

“What the fuck did you give up, Riley, huh? You still got every damn thing Liam promised you. A duchy, money, power. What exactly did you give up? Tell me that!”

“I could have been queen!”

“Queen,” he scoffed. “You didn’t want to be queen. That involves work. You got all the fame and fortune without having to do the actual work!”

“I work!”

“Yeah? Really? Doing what?”

“I run a duchy in case you haven’t noticed you fucking prick!”

“Max runs the duchy for you.”

“He’s my assistant!” She tossed the shoes to the floor and stood up to turn her back to him.

“Assistant my ass,” he fumed as he pulled her zipper down for her. “He does all the work! Remember the one budget meeting you went to? Remember when you were trying to prepare for it? You didn’t even know the difference between a fixed expense and a variable expense, I had to tell you. You would have nothing if it weren’t for the people around you. You’d still be waiting tables in New York.”

She jerked away from him and reached up to remove her earrings. “You’re one to talk. You’ve been riding Liam’s coattails your entire fucking life!”

Drake glared at her as he shrugged out of his jacket and clawed at his tie. “Oh, is that what I’ve been doing?”

“Yes, Drake, it is. If it weren’t for Liam, you wouldn’t have anything, including me!” The sentence was punctuated by the clatter of her seventy thousand dollar sapphire earrings clattering to the table top where she flung them.

His fingers froze with his shirt only halfway unbuttoned. He turned toward her incredulously and flung his arms out. “You think I wanted any of this? Liam did all this for you, not me!”

“You didn’t exactly drag your feet moving into Valtoria, did you? You sure let him make you a duke fast enough.”

His mouth fell open. “I did that for you and you know it!”

The laws and traditions in Cordonia made it much easier for the aristocracy to marry each other than to marry outside of it.

It was the entire reason Liam had made her duchess in the first place. Back when he thought he still had a chance to make her his queen.

Riley turned her back to him again as she let her dress fall to the ground and pulled on an old t-shirt. “Don’t act like you did it for me. You never loved me, you just wanted to stick it to Liam, remember?”

His brows furrowed in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“Isn’t that what you told me that day you said it felt good to win against him for once?”

The words hit him like a gut punch. He took a step toward her and laid a hand on her shoulder. “Yeah, no, that’s not what I—”

She shrugged out from under his touch and headed for the master bath. “It’s what you said.”

“Riley—” He sighed with a shake of his head as he finished undressing and changed into a pair of grey sweatpants and a Cordonia University t-shirt.

When Riley returned from the bathroom, face scrubbed clean and hair taken down, she found Drake standing at the drink cart pouring himself a generous helping of Macallan. He shook his head when he saw her and launched right back into the argument. “I became a fucking duke for you and you know how I feel about the damn aristocracy and all their bullshit!”

“Yeah, yeah, you’ve got it so rough.” She rolled her eyes and flicked her hand dismissively in the air. “Sitting here in my estate, drinking three hundred thousand dollar bottles of scotch and smoking imported cigars while my staff does your laundry and cooks your meals.”

He threw his head back and laughed. That laugh made her want to punch him in his smug face… with a baseball bat. “What?”

“Do you think I need you for any of that? I’ve got news for you, sweetheart, I moved out of a literal palace to come live here, and this whiskey is swill compared to the stuff they stock! Cheers!” He held the glass out to her with a mocking smile, then threw the drink back.

It went down smooth. He was pleased with himself for winning the argument until he saw the expression on her face.

Riley had had enough. She pulled open a dresser drawer and started throwing clothes onto the bed. “Get out.”

“What?”

“I said get out! Move into the room across the hall. You’re not sleeping in here ever again.” She stormed to the closet and pulled his luggage out, dragging the largest one to the bed.

Disbelief rooted him to the spot for a bare second, then fury exploded through his chest. He moved to take the suitcase from her. “Fuck that and fuck you! I’ll just move into my cabin!”

“Good!”

“Great!”

“I can call a butler to help you pack.”

“Don’t need one. Unlike you, I still know how to do shit for myself.”

“Whatever. Fucking asshole.”

She retreated to her favorite wingback chair with a glass of wine as he haphazardly grabbed items from the closet, the dresser, and the bathroom, not bothering to check if he’d gotten it all.

It wasn’t until he was dragging four suitcases to the door that panic started to set in.

When was the last time he’d been to the cabin? Was it dusty? Was the heat working? Was there food in the kitchen?

He could go to the palace, but then he’d have to explain to Liam why he was there, and that was the last thing he wanted to do. He was sure that Liam was just waiting for a crack in their relationship.

He could go stay with his sister, but then Max would ask him a million questions and probably head straight to Valtoria to comfort her.

Riley might not be aware of the raging crush Max had on her, but Drake was. No, he couldn’t go to Ramsford.

Would she file for divorce? Who would she hire? Most likely Rashad. That mother fucker was definitely interested.

Shit!

He couldn’t take it back now, though. He had some pride left.

He had just kicked the last suitcase out the door and into the hallway when he heard her voice.

“Drake, wait!”

Oh, thank God!

She cracked first. Now he could stay without having to admit that he wanted to.

He turned back to find her standing within arm's reach. He grabbed her arm and yanked her to him. His lips crashed down on hers. He kicked the door shut behind him, suitcases abandoned in the hallway.

She pulled back to murmur, “Drake, I’m so—”

“Shut up,” he breathed, as he swept her into his arms and carried her to the bed.

An hour later, they lay in the bed naked, sweaty, satiated. His back was streaked with blood from her scratch marks. Bruises bloomed like a necklace around her neck and along the top of her breasts. Her teeth marks stood out, red and angry, on his chest and shoulders.

His voice was rough with emotion as he pulled her body close to his. “I love you, Riley. I wasn’t flirting with that waitress.”

He had been, but it was just to boost his ego a little. It meant nothing.

“I know. I’m sorry. I wasn’t flirting with Liam either. I love you too.”

She had been, but it was hard not to. He was so attentive and charming. It meant nothing.

He pretended to believe her.

She pretended to believe him.

It was easier than facing their issues and insecurities.

She scooted closer to him, sighing as his arms tightened around her.

He had definitely been flirting with the waitress, but she pushed that out of her mind as she snuggled against him.

That was a problem for another day.

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epic the musical tickle fic idea, ler!Calypso lee!odysseus

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She would try and convince him to leave Penelope in the sweetest way possible, and that was to wreck him

Is this good?

Hey there, handsome

🎂:Epic the musical

🧁: Odysseus

🍫: Calypso

Summary: a day or so after Odysseus arrives on Calypso’s island, she gets tired of his cold attitude. She decides to make him open up to her.

A/N: thanks again for the request! I changed it up just a tad; so Calypso isn’t trying to convince Ody to leave Penelope, because let’s be real that would never work. But I thought this idea was cute so I HAD to write it. I was also tempted to say ‘hey there, hot stuff’ as the title but thought it didn’t fit with the musical so I changed it XD. Not super proud of the ending but whatever. Anywhom, with that being said, please enjoyyyyy! :3

Cw for swearing!

Hey there, handsome

An entire day.

That’s how long he had been here. The first person Calypso had seen in a very, very long time.

And he was acting like she didn’t exist.

Every time she tried to approach Odysseus, he shrugged her off, walked away, ignored her entirely.

She was getting annoyed by this cold attitude. This was the love of her life, the only person she had seen in a century. She had to do something. Something that wouldn’t bring harm to him.

So, later that day, she approached him. But this time, she had a plan in mind.

“Hey there, handsome.” She called, gentle but determined.

He didn’t respond. He just turned away.

‘No. Not this time.’ Calypso walked up to him, and pulled him into a hug, one he couldn’t get out of.

“Dear, I’m getting tired of the silent treatment. Talk to me, won’t you?”

Despite not being able to get out of the hold, Odysseus didn’t respond, just averting his gaze and remaining silent. She would not have the satisfaction of his attention. That’s what she wanted.

She just sighed. Guess the hard way it was then. “Fine then, don’t talk. But you’re going to make sound, I swear it.”

Odysseus was confused, and his expression matched that, but he refused to look her in the eye to convey it, or to ask what she meant.

She smiled a bit, and leaned in to whisper in his ear. “You’re going to laugh for me, darling.”

Without giving Odysseus time to register what she meant, she started to scratch and spider along his sides and ribs.

Odysseus tensed at the sensation and his breath hitched. That was something he hadn’t felt in a long time. But he held in the laughter that bubbled up in his chest. He was not going to let her get what she wanted.

“Aww, still silent, are we? Well we can’t have that, now can we?” She teased a bit, adding a bit more pressure to the ticklish touch.

Odysseus gasped a bit, but snapped his mouth shut to trap the laughter. His shoulders shook with the trapped giggles, but he refused to let them out.

“You know dear, I know your life has been.. less than pleasant. Maybe it could feel nice to laugh! I’m sure it’s been a while since you’ve had the release of just a good, long, belly laugh, huh?” She cooed a bit, never relenting the ticklish touches on his torso.

Odysseus’ thoughts kind of agreed. He hasn’t laughed, genuinely laughed, in a long time. Maybe it could be nice- but no. He wasn’t going to cave, wasn’t going to give in. If she wanted his laughter she was going to have to take it from him.

“Hmm, still stubborn, huh? Well that just won’t do.” She decided to try and find a spot that would make him crack, break the dam that was holding back the flood of laughter in his chest.

First, she tried scribbling forward to his stomach, which made his shoulders shake harder- but no dice. Then she tried some light touches on his neck. He scrunched up a bit, but still no laughter.

Until she tried his underarms, and he broke.

They weren’t his worst spot, but they were pretty up there, and the laughter fell free from his chest, the dam finally cracked.

“Pfft- dahahamn ihihit!”

“There we go! I knew your laugh would be pretty.” She smiled, continuing to scratch against the sensitive skin beneath his arms.

“Fuhuhuck- stohohop!” He protested, squirming around in the hold but unable to escape.

“No way! I finally got you to speak, I’m not giving that up so soon!”

Odysseus hated how right she was. It did feel good. It felt really fucking good. Each laugh that was forced from him sent jolts of happiness through him, chasing away some of the depression he’s been dealing with for so long. It forced a smile on his face, forced happy chemicals into his mind. He found that now that he’d started laughing, he didn’t want to stop.

“Ahahahaha fuhuhuck- thahahat tihihickles!”

“Good! That means I should keep doing it then.” Calypso smiled, happy to see him smile, hear him laugh.

“Nohohoho- ahahahaha!” He continued to laugh as she drilled into his underarms, frantic protests leaving him. But despite it all, he wasn’t actually fighting back, trying to push her away or make her stop.

He hated how much he loved this. How fun it was. How much it cheered him up from the years of suffering. Calypso could tell how much he was enjoying himself, smiling brightly.

“See? Told you it would feel nice to laugh.”

“Fuhuhuck ohohoHOFF-!” His laughter grew louder as she increased the pressure of the ticklish touch, determined to make him happy even though he protested.

Odysseus could not. stop. laughing. for the life of him. He couldn’t bring himself to fight back, to try and make her stop. Because it felt amazing. He wanted to hate it, but he just couldn’t. He couldn’t bring himself to hate the amazing, fluttery feeling and rushes of dopamine that flooded his mind with every laugh. His face scrunched up adorably in a wide smile, forcing his eyes shut as pure, joyful laughter bellowed from his chest.

“Your smile is so cute, love! You should do it more often~” Calypso teased, genuine affection lacing her voice. She was completely enchanted by the sight of his smile, the sound of his laugh. She was absolutely ecstatic to be the cause of it. Odysseus’ blush grew at the teasing, finding this whole situation incredibly embarrassing.

“Ihihit ihis Nohohot!” He protested, refusing to agree that he was cute in any capacity. He was ruined. A monster. A fearsome warrior. And he certainly wasn’t cute.

“Yes it is~!” Calypso sang in return, “and I’m more than happy to be the cause of that joy.” She spoke the truth, loving that the love of her life was happy, was having fun. She might not know everything he’s been through, but she knew that he needed this. She knew he needed to have fun, to give up control and just laugh for a while, without a care in the world. She moved from his underarms and started to scratch at his belly again, making sure to teasingly trace circles around his belly button without actually touching it.

Odysseus squirmed and giggled, digging his heels into the ground slightly to try and expel the giddy energy building inside him. He was enjoying himself, yes, but that tantalizing touch around his navel was just cruel.

“Cahahahalyhypsoho! Cuhut ihit ohohout!”

“Cut what out? Cause we both know you don’t want me to stop tickling you.”

Odysseus blushed at the tease, still giggling breathlessly, and after a moments pause Calypso pretended to have a lightbulb moment. (She knew the whole time. She was being teasy on purpose.)

“Oh? You mean you want me to tickle this little giggle button right here? Hmm? Well why didn’t you just say so!” Calypso didn’t give Odysseus time to even register what she said before starting to swirl one finger into the sensitive divot.

Odysseus barked out a far more intense laugh, the volume picking up and belting from his chest as he squirmed fruitlessly.

“Ahahahaha-! Fuhuhuck! Thahahats sohoho bahahahad!”

“Aww, what’s the problem? Does it tickle too much, hmm~?”

“Yehehehes! Ahahaha- ihihi cahaha- ahahahaha!” Loud, boisterous and joyful laughter continued to boom from the soldier, squirming around and smiling so much his face hurt.

“You what? Finish your sentences, dear.” Calypso teased, using one hand to tickle his bellybutton and the other to scratch and dig at the rest of his tummy.

“Ihihi cahahahant-! Ohoho gohohods! Ahahahahaha!”

Odysseus couldn’t stand it, It tickled so bad. And he absolutely loved it. Tears of laughter pricked behind his eyes, a pleasant, fluttering feeling radiating through his whole entire being. Because he was laughing. Genuinely laughing. And he didn’t have to worry or think about all his suffering anymore. All he had to do was laugh, and laugh, and laugh. And he couldn’t be happier.

“I bet this tickles real bad, huh?”

“Yehehehehehehes! Ohoho myhyhy gohohohods! Ehehahahahahaha- ahahahaha-!”

“Okay, okay, I’ll have mercy.” calypso teased a little, finally stopping and instead gently rubbing her hand over his stomach to dispel the residual tingles.

Odysseus breathed heavily, panting between excess giggles. “Ahahaha… ohoho gohohods…”

“Did you have fun, dear?”

Odysseus blushed and didn’t answer, far too embarrassed to agree but far too smart to deny it.

“I’ll take that as a yes. I’m glad.”

Odysseus sighed and then spoke a little sheepishly, uncharacteristically shy. “Uh….thanks.”

“No problem. Can we agree that you won’t give me the silent treatment anymore?”

“Yeah, yeah, sure.”

And he never did give her the silent treatment again.

———THE END———————————————————

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