#i made us coffee so i can be lazy in bed n then I'm gonna walk to the little market down the street to get us fancy pastries for breakfast

[depravedangelbaby]

got a little stoned this morning so I'm gonna crawl back into bed n fall back asleep with my lush in :)

[softhairedhotch]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BEST BOY AARON HOTCHNER <333 comfortember day two: sweater weather aaron hotchner x gender neutral reader it's aaron's birthday and he wants to spend it with you at home. word count: 2.4k warnings/content: just pure fluff and a lil mention to sex but not explicit, pet names and one use of y/n, lots of cute kissing. established relationship! <3

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lazy day for the birthday boy

The front door opens and in walks Aaron, looking tense. You reach for him immediately, searching his face before wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him into a hug. He holds you tightly, sighing deeply as he relaxes into you. After a minute, he pulls away and presses a soft kiss to your lips, thumbs tracing your jaw as you pull him closer.

“You okay?” You whisper against his lips.

“Mhm.”

“Sure?”

“I am now,” he nods, kissing you again. “Now that I’m with you.” 

You can’t help but laugh at that. “Don’t get all corny, Mister.”

He pulls back and laughs along with you, already seeming brighter, as he grabs his go-bag and moves toward the living room, the corners of his eyes crinkling in the way you love. “I thought you liked corny.”

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t.”

Aaron rolls his eyes at that, throwing you a fond look. “Right. Well, when’s the next time you have work?”

“I have a few days off, I’m back on Monday next week.”

“Me too.”

You raise your eyebrows at him, a smile tugging at your lips. “Aaron Hotchner… are you saying you’re taking a few days off? What’s the special occasion?” 

He shrugs. “Just wanted to spend some time with you.”

“Yeah? And are you sure it doesn’t have to do with your birthday coming up soon?”

“No, of course not,” he replies, biting back a smile at being caught.

“You’re actually taking time off?"

Aaron walks toward you and wraps his arms around your waist, tugging you closer and pressing a gentle kiss against your lips. “I am.” He gives you another kiss. “I figured I’d treat myself.”

“And how are you gonna treat yourself?” 

“I already told you,” he smiles, pressing his lips against yours once more before pulling you into a hug. “Gonna spend my time with you.” His lips find your temple. “And only you.”

Your heart soars.

***

On the morning of Aaron’s birthday, you intentionally wake up earlier than him to sneak out of bed. It proves harder than you thought it would, having to crawl out from under his warm weight slowly so as to not disturb him, but once you’re standing, you smile down at him. His cheeks are slightly flushed and his lips are pressed together in a small smile, a rare but welcome occurrence. 

He looks peaceful.

Forcing yourself to move so that you don’t stand there all day watching him, you make your way to the kitchen to make him a surprise breakfast. Half an hour later, you smile to yourself with pride at the array of food you’ve made. There’s bacon, eggs, sausages, a slice of toast made to the perfect standard, coffee, and some orange juice. 

You take a quick picture before grabbing the tray, ready to take it to Aaron in bed when an arm slinks around your waist and a firm body presses against your back.  Aaron presses a kiss just below your ear and hums, squeezing you gently. "Something smells nice." 

"You were supposed to still be in bed,” you whine, sagging against him.

He chuckles against your skin and presses another tired kiss to your cheek. "I'm sorry, honey. Did I ruin your surprise?" 

“Yes,” you reply, placing the tray back on the kitchen table and turning around to wrap your arms around his neck. “You did, actually.”

"I did, huh?" 

"Mhm. Happy birthday, by the way." 

He smiles at you before kissing you softly. "Thank you. And I promise I didn't look at what you made, I can go back to bed if you want me to." 

"You better." 

Aaron chuckles and presses one last kiss to your nose before turning and walking back to the bedroom. “I was never here.”

“Right,” you say with a smile, rolling your eyes.

You wait for a few moments before picking up his food and taking it to him, laughing at the sight of him sprawled out on the bed as if in a deep sleep. At the sound of you coming in, he slowly pushes himself up, looking around in confusion and faking a yawn. He reaches up to rub at his eyes, stretching dramatically before sitting up against the headboard. “What’s going on?”

“You’re not gonna believe this,” you start, a smile tugging at your lips as you sit beside him on the edge of the bed and hand him the tray, “but I made you breakfast in bed.”

“Wow,” he replies, grinning like he just won a million bucks. “I never expected this.”

You roll your eyes and lean forward to give him a kiss on the forehead. “That’s the point of a surprise, sweetheart.”

“Right, yeah.” 

“So, what do you wanna do today?”

He chews thoughtfully on some egg white. “Spend it in bed?”

You raise an eyebrow, smirking at him. “Oh, yeah?”

“Not like that,” he chuckles, looking down at his food to choose what to pick next. Then it dawns on him and he looks up at you with a cheeky flustered smile. “Well, yeah, definitely like that, but then we can cuddle afterwards.”

“Wow, Aaron, you’re such a gentleman.”

“Aren’t I just?”

***

You wake up later that day, feeling Aaron's warm arms completely wrapped around you, his soft peaceful breaths tickling your neck. Smiling, you press a soft kiss to the top of his head and pull him closer. He shuffles in your arms and lets out a relaxed sigh, pressing his lips against your collarbone.

"Mornin'," he mumbles, voice thick with sleep. 

"Mornin', sweetheart. Did you sleep well?" 

He grins against your neck. "Mhm. You definitely put me to sleep." 

"Was I that bad?" You joke. 

He lifts up with a laugh and presses his lips against you, kissing you with so much love you feel like you might melt. "Never."

You kiss him back before pulling away, nuzzling your nose against his. "So, birthday boy, what d'ya wanna do the rest of the day?" 

"Can we have a lazy day?" 

"Of course," you smile, giving him a kiss. "Lazy day for the birthday boy, that sounds nice. But are you sure you don't wanna go out and get some food or anything? No museum trip or walk in the park?" 

"Hm, no," he mumbles, shaking his head and dropping his face into the crook of your neck with a sigh. "I'm always busy; just wanna be here." 

You card your hand through his soft hair. "Then we'll stay here. That sound good?" 

"Mhm." 

"Good."

For the next few hours, you're in and out of consciousness, comfortably and safely wrapped up in each other's arms. Finally, though, after you’ve spent most of the day in bed, you're able to convince Aaron to get up when your stomach growls loudly. 

"What should we eat?" He asks, sitting up against the headboard and looking adorable with his messy hair and sleepy expression. 

"Could make lasagne, pasta bake, chicken and noodles, maybe even a curry? What do you fancy?" 

"Hm," he thinks, his hand running over your bare skin sweetly. "Can we order in?" 

"Sure," you smile, pressing your lips to his cheek and grabbing your phone. "Anything in particular?" 

"Pizza," he answers immediately, making you laugh. "I haven't had pizza in ages."

"Didn't you say you had pizza last week at work that was really bad?" 

"Okay, fine, I haven't had good pizza in ages." 

"Then let’s buy you the best pizza there is, honey.”

After much consideration, you decide to buy two large pizzas, one with your favourite toppings and one with Aaron's favourite toppings so that you can share and have enough for the next day when Jack gets home, as well as fries and drinks.

Once the food is ordered, you put your phone down and open your bedside drawer for Aaron's present. He watches you with a raised eyebrow, eyes softening when you pull out a small box. "Honey, you didn't have to get me anything." 

"I know." You shuffle around so you're sitting facing him before you give him the box. "But I wanted to. Open it." 

He huffs out a laugh and takes the box from you, carefully unwrapping it and staring down at it for a few seconds. For a moment, your stomach drops, thinking he doesn't like it, but then he bites his lip to hide back a smile and you can see him tear up ever so slightly. “I love it.”

“I figured you’d prefer it as a necklace, that way you can wear it at work and it doesn’t get caught on your gun. I mean, I know you could wear it on your hand if you want, but it’s just a promise ring, and I figured that–”

“Honey.”

“I suppose you can wear it however you want and–”

“Hey,” he laughs, taking your face in his large hands and stopping you from rambling on. “I love it as it is. Thank you.” He picks up the ring and turns it over in his fingers, pausing when he finds that it’s been engraved inside with ‘We’re always with you, love Y/N and Jack’. That’s when he begins to tear up, pulling you in for a bone-crushing hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He presses a kiss to your lips. “I love it so much. Thank you.”

“Do you want me to put it on you?” 

“Please,” he replies, kissing you again.

You take the necklace from his hand and move so that you’re mostly behind him, gently putting it on and pressing a kiss to his temple. “There you go, sweetheart.”

“Thank you,” he replies, turning to hold your face softly in his hand and running his thumb over your cheek. “Truly.”

You press a kiss to his nose and laugh before jumping out of bed. “C’mon, let’s go get comfortable on the couch!”

The two of you make your way to the living room, carrying your blankets and pillows and picking out the comfiest sweaters you own so that you can wrap yourselves up. You stick on a movie you're sure Aaron's seen a million times, focusing mostly on his cute face as he watches with complete focus. His head is on your chest and he softly runs his fingers under the hem of your sweater, huffing out a laugh occasionally at the screen.

The doorbell rings and Aaron groans, pushing himself away from you. Before he can stand up properly, you beat him to it, gently pushing him by the shoulder so that he falls back onto the couch with a laugh. “I was just gonna get the door!”

“Nuh-uh! Birthday boy deserves to rest and relax, I’ll get the door.”

He rolls his eyes but pulls the blankets back over him anyway, getting comfortable. “It’s just a door, sweetheart.”

“And I shall be the one to open it,” you laugh, wiggling your eyebrows at him before making your way to the front door. Instead of it being the delivery guy you were expecting, in front of you stands Jack, already in a pair of pyjamas, and Jessica. “Wh–”

Jessica shushes you, unable to hold back her smile as Jack jumps in barely-contained excitement. "He got home early and he wants to surprise his dad," she whispers. 

"This will definitely be a surprise," you whisper back, “he’s expecting pizza.” Jack bounces into your arms and you wrap yourself around him as Jessica closes the door behind her. "He's gonna be so happy." 

"Honey?" Aaron calls from the living room. "Is everything alright?" 

"Yeah!" You call back, stifling a giggle as you walk back into the living room. "It wasn't the pizza guy, it was someone else." 

"Oh, who was it?" You open your mouth to reply but you’re not given the chance to as Jack races into the room with a loud cheer, launching himself at his dad. Aaron immediately breaks out into a huge grin and catches Jack mid-air, pulling him in for a tight hug. "Jack! What are you doing here, buddy?" 

"I wanted to surprise you, Daddy!" 

Jessica walks in and smiles at the sight. "He really did. He couldn't stop laughing all the way here." 

"You knew about this?" Aaron asks Jessica with a laugh. 

"Of course I did," she rolls her eyes, bumping her shoulder against yours as if to say is he being serious? "You didn't expect him to wander over here on his own from a whole ‘nother city, did you?" 

"No, I suppose not," Aaron chuckles, still hugging Jack as if his life depends on it. "I am so glad to see you, bud. You've just made my day so much better." 

"Hey!" 

"You know I didn’t mean it like that, sweetheart," he says with a loving smile before looking over at Jessica. "Thank you for bringing him over, I really appreciate it." 

"It's no problem," she smiles, walking over to the couch and leaning down to give him a hug. "Happy birthday, Aaron. Here." She presses a kiss to his temple and hands him a bag. 

"You didn't have to get me anything–" 

"I know," she smirks. "But I did, so enjoy it! I have to go, though, so I'll see you soon, yeah?" 

"Bye!" Jack replies, jumping up to give her a hug. "Love you!" 

"Love you too, Jack. Take care of your dad, yeah?" 

"Always!" 

"Thanks, Jessica."

Jessica walks out of the room and you follow her out to the front door. "Thank you for bringing him," you say, giving her a hug. "I know Aaron really appreciated that." 

"Of course," she smiles. “See ya.” 

You nod and open the door for her, jumping when there's a man already standing there with his hand ready to knock. "Pizza for Aaron?" 

"Oh, right, yes," you laugh, taking it from his hands and thanking him as he leaves. "Jess, do you wanna knick a slice before you head out?" 

She thinks for a second before shrugging. "Sure, why not." 

After she takes her slice and gives you another quick hug, you close the door and make your way to your boys who are cuddling on the couch. You smile at them, feeling a sense of belonging as you sit beside Jack and he immediately jumps to sit between you and Aaron so his shoulders are pressed against both of yours. 

As you eat the pizza and watch the movie, you lean over and press a soft kiss on Aaron’s lips. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.”

“Thank you,” he mumbles, unable to wipe the smile off his face as he snuggles closer to you and Jack. “This has been the best one yet.”

Eventually, the three of you fall asleep cuddled up on the couch, warm and full and happier than ever.

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[j-onedrabbles]

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Y/n quickly dug through her closet to find something to wear. She didn’t plan on going out so she didn’t bother getting out of her pajamas this morning. Now she was going on a date? Utter panic.

“Pick up your goddamn phone Jisung,” Y/n muttered as she searched through her shirts.

“What do you want?” Jisung finally picked up his phone

“What do I wear?” She asked as she looked over at her phone she had propped up against near her closet while the video call rang.

“Y/n, baby, he’s not gonna care what you wear.”

“I was dressed damn near like a whore last night. I don’t wanna show up in sweats.”

“He’s already seen you at your sexist. Go with your comfiest. If he doesn’t like it, I’ll fight him.”

“I feel like I was better off calling Jinnie.”

“Rude! Minho’s one of my best friends, I know him best!”

“Then what do I wear?!”

“Something comfy and cute! It’s just coffee!”

“I know but still!”

“Don’t make me go to your place.”

“You don’t want to get out of bed and you know it.”

“You know me so well.”

Y/n grabbed a few items and showed them to her friend. Ultimately it was decided on jeans and an oversized T-shirt and sweater. Y/n slipped on a pair of sneakers as she grabbed her wallet and keys and made her way down the coffee shop, only hanging up with the changling when she got to the door.

Minho was standing in line and turned when he heard the door. He offered her a smile as she walked in and saw him. Y/n joined him in line, offering the same smile.

“Waiting long?” She asked as she stood next to him

“No. Got here a couple of minutes ago,” Minho shrugged, “How’s your morning been?”

“Quiet. Kind of planned to have a lazy day before this so I rushed to get ready,” Y/n laughed

“You're not doing anything over the break?”

“Not really. I have some work for courses I need to do but other than that I don't have much.”

The two followed the line as the next person stepped up to order. “No work?”

“I kinda quit my job so I'm looking for another one. I'm living off my savings at the moment.”

“Can I ask why?”

“After we get our drinks I’ll tell ya,” Y/n said as they stepped up to the register.

The two ordered their drinks before going and getting a seat at a table, “you didn't have to pay for mine,” Y/n commented

“I asked you out, I pay,” Minho replied, “back to what you were saying.”

“What were we talking about before?”

“Why you left your job,” Minho reminded her, thinking it was kind of cute that she had forgotten their previous topic.

“Oh yeah! It was a toxic work environment and I just didn't feel fully comfortable there,” Y/n explained

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s okay. My boss was this older lady who made it worse. It's the small boutique up the street and she never really like me because of me being a Fae and coworkers made it worse.”

“But she knew you were a Fae when she hired you?”

“No. She was out of town when I got hired. Her daughter was super nice to me. When the boss came back the dynamic shifted, so I left.”

“Is it hard finding a job as a siren?”

“Sometimes? It really depends. Small businesses usually will take any employee they can get in my experience so they don't care if you are human or fae. Corporates are a hit or miss.”

“Sounds kinda rough,” Minho sighed as one of the workers brought over their drinks. The two thanked them as they left.

“It's a little stressful. I'm just using this break to relax and hang out with my friends.”

“Are you going to any more parties?”

“Probably, I don't know. I just tag along with the guys. After the last one, I think we're all up in the air about frat parties.”

“Jisung told me about the rumor and why the guys left early.”

“Surprised you are only now hearing it,” Y/n chuckled as she sipped her drink

“I don't pay attention to the gossip. Seungmin likes knowing things so he brought it up.”

“I'm just surprised it made it here.”

“Bin said he wants to be invited next time we drink together. Not at a party.” Minho didn't want to dwell on the subject any longer

“I’ll let the guys know. They’ll be excited to have some more people over,” Y/n smiled

The two sat at the cafe for a bit longer talking and finishing their drinks. Minho offered a walk around the city which Y/n took him up on. The two walked and talked until the sun went down. Minho walked the girl back to her place before saying good night.

“Text me when you get home,” Y/n called before shutting her door. Minho smiled to himself as he made his way back to his own apartment.

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[kysslasher]

WASH DAY:: ( choso kamo )

WARNING:: black fem! reader, hair care sex/shower sex, JK helps y/n with her wash day. unprotected sex, overstimulation, degrading, spanking, face/finger fucking, not proofreading, spelling/ grammar mistakes!

SUMMARY:: it's wash day and you're lazy, Choso taking the initiative to wash your hair for you.

Sitting in your bed scrolling through your phone completely enamored in your world until you hear the bedroom door creak open. Looking up from the bright screen you see your boyfriend at the end of the bed looking down at you blinking.

"What? You okay?" You ask as he nods his head "I'm fine, today's wash day and I know you're gonna try and push it to the side" he says as his pale slender fingers slide under the blanket making you try and slide your feet away.

Catching your ankle in a grasp you yelp and battle a laugh as he pulls you, "I'll help you alright? Let's just wash it" he says, making you sigh. Your hair is high maintenance and so washing, detangling, and keeping it in a style to your liking just felt like so much work.

As the tall man escorts you into the bathroom, you walk over to the shower and start the warm water, and back away from the shower letting the warmth of the shower flood into the room and fog over the mirrors, you begin stripping down until your bare skin is the only thing showing.

You step into the shower and let the warm water drip down your body, seeing a shadow through the curtains of the shower you could see Choso on the other side dropping his clothes and coming so close to peek his head inside the shower.

Turning your head to look at him you could see his hair was messy and his long blonde hair pulled to the back was slowly starting to fall out of its little ponytail, a pink undertone adorned his flushed cheeks, and his low and dark eyes looked back at you.

"Go ahead and get your hair wet" he mumbles as he steps into the shower feeling the warmth engulf his body, you make space for his bigger frame to get some water on his skin.

You feel his tattooed fingers brush over your shoulders as he turned you around with bare strength making you face him, your hair loose from any ponytail holders or scrunchies, his hand reaches for the back of your neck "Tilt your head back for me and close your eyes I don't want to get soap in them" he says.

Following his orders you feel his hands let go of any grasp he had on you as you heard the sound of a shampoo bottle pop open."When I said help I didn't think you would do all this to help me," you say chuckling at the unexpectedness of his actions.

"It's the bare minimum," he says as he squeezes the liquid into his palm rubbing both of them together, he reaches his hands to your hair massaging your scalp as he watches the soap fizz up and your hair curling up as a reaction to the product.

You open your eyes to make eye contact with his coffee-brown eyes, his long lashes casting a shadow over his cheeks, you could see the way his cheeks turn red from humidity.

You feel his nails scratch on one specific spot on your scalp making your eyes roll back; you let out a small groan as you lean into his touch. Blinking one and then once more you see the man giving you a small smirk.

"What?" You ask looking at him with a smile growing on your plump lips. "Nothing- just lean your head back again so I can rise" he mumbles giving you a fond look.

You nod and once again you feel warm water drips down your tresses onto your skin making your hair stick to your face and neck. You could feel the small puffs of breath on your face from how close the tall man was, a chaste kiss planted on your warm soft lips made him hum in contentment. The feeling of cold metal from his lip ring almost made you gasp.

His face is still so close you use that as an opportunity to plant a kiss on his lips, your eyes still shut as your noses brush against each other, you feel his hands move from your hair to your naked waist pulling your wet body closer to his.

Your knees knock against his but you couldn't care less you can feel him pushing you back further so your back can meet the cold and wet walls surrounding your shower, convenient enough you just barely reached the head of the shower.

Basking in all his glory Choso let the warm water run over him, his hair sticking to his face as it becomes wet, you feel an ache between your thighs when you see him take out the ponytail holder that he had his trademark man-bun in.

His black inky eyes just slowly look into yours with a passion being lit with the fire of lust bringing warmth and sending shivers down your spine. Your breathing became heavy, feeling his nose brush against yours once more.

Your lips clash in a battle yet you let him take charge, your wet chests pushed together as you feel him lick a stripe on your lips, you grant him entrance feeling your warm tongues glide against each other with a sweet taste on your tongue.

Pulling your leg up onto his hip Choso moves into the gap of your thighs as your lips still trace the others his slender finger rubs against your soaked slit making you whimper against his lips "fuck-" you whisper as his middle and ring finger rub gentle circles on your clit.

Letting out a small shaky breath you feel him begin to leave a trail of kisses from the corner of your lips to your jaw. Just as he makes it to your neck he sees how plain it is.

"Please- I- '' you stammer in pleasure feeling his fingers prod at your entrance. Choso's mind was completely in a haze, the sounds you were making couldn't have made his dick any harder than it already was.

Pushing his fingers inside of you made your jaw slack as you moaned, your hand grips his ink-doused forearm leaving small imprints on your nail. Groaning from pleasure and pain Choso said thick fingers practically fill you up to your heart's content.

The sound of your moans weighs the sound of your squelching pussy, the cool metal of his rings made you realize her was practically knuckles deep inside your aching walls as you clench around his fingers moaning his name.

His tongue and lips sucked on your soft skin leaving red marks that were sure to bloom into different shades of faded purple and blue. His fingers rubbing against your spongy walls made you toss your head back and moan out of Ecstasy.

"Your fingers feel so deep," you say. Your whimpers got choked in your throat as he sped up his pace, his fingers pounded in just the right spot that made you see white, the pleasure in the pit of your stomach building.

The soft pattering of his hand making friction with your wet thighs has you gripping at his tattooed wrist whining as the overwhelming feeling snaps, your orgasm rushing to you that has your back arching against the tiled wall of your shower.

The feeling blossoming in the pit of your stomach practically came in waves and washed over you all at once, his fingers continue to abuse your insides with bliss, and your hips bucked as he continued to fuck you through your high and overstimulation hitting you like a ton of bricks as you whine a squirm away from his hand.

Choso could feel the way you clenched down on his fingers and the way he curled them in just the right way that had you trying to push his hand away by the wrist yet you were cumming again from his fingers alone.

"So fucking cute" he groans into your ear sending chills up your body as he pulls his fingers out of your pleasure-seeking pussy. Biting your kiss-swollen lips looking up at the man who had his fingers lifted to his pink pierced lips licking off your essence making sure not to leave a single drop behind.

You tasted so good Choso let his eyes roll to the back of his as he moans but it was muffled from the fingers in his mouth, pulling his fingers away a smirk sat on his lips with no shame.

"Go ahead and get on your knees," he says looking down at you, no need to ask nor give a reply, you do as told and get on your knees, the wet bathtub floor almost made you cringe at the feeling yet the lust and adrenaline clouded your mind way more than anything else.

His cock stood at attention precum drooling from his pink tip down to the underside of his cock, taking hold at his base you kiss his tip and then small licks making him hiss as sensitivity crept up on him.

His hand goes to the back of your head feeling your wet tresses get tangled in his fingers. Your lips wrapped around his tip, you lick his slit seeing how he sucked in a deep breath made you know to keep doing exactly what you were doing.

Pushing your head down further you relax your throat, taking what you could, feeling the tip nudge the back of your throat while your nose is nestled tightly against his pubic bone. While your eyes were closed tight to focus on relaxing your gag reflex to not ruin the tight feeling for him, you could feel tears pricking at your eyes.

Finally, swallow down the taste of him on your tongue—you both let out a moan. Can feel the top half of him shift as his head has fallen back, an image of his beautifully parted mouth hung open, eyes screwed shut in pleasure have you moaning against him again; your body on fire, your pussy aching.

You match the pumps of your hand with the drag of your mouth up and down his dick. Swirl your tongue around the head and suck when you reach it. Let yourself go as far as your gag reflex will let you until you're gagging around him and he's cursing and digging his nails into the palm of his hand.

And when you steal a glance to the side you can see how red his knuckles look from the death grip he has on the small metal bar that was on your shower. How his fingers twitch and his hand runs along his thigh, acting as if he wants to touch you but not daring to. You steal another glance up at him, "Oh, oh my god" tumbling from his lips when your eyes meet; he looks so desperate right now. So flushed and pretty.

You moan as you feel him buck his hips into your throat. "Feels good," he said as you continued to move, the feeling of your tight throat and small sudden gags sent him spinning, all without using your hands you were truly heaven-sent.

"You're so good at this- fuck y/n" he moaned as his jaw slacked at the feeling of your tongue running against the vein on the underside of his cock that had him nearly shivering.

"keep going. Don't stop" he groaned, letting his head fall back. His hair was messily pushed against his forehead as it was soaked from the sweat building at his hairline along with the warm water and his eyes rolled back "You're gonna make me cum" he says breathily as he pushes your hair out of your way turning it into a makeshift ponytail.

Using your hand you hollow your cheeks as your hand takes care of what your mouth wasn't and it had him lost, still trying to last longer.

His breathing becomes more and more unhinged as you use both your hands to jerk him off and licking his tip has him moaning while almost cumming at the feeling. "I'm so close" he moaned as he clutched his hair tighter realizing how agonizing it felt when you hadn't changed your pace at all.

"Please go faster," he begged. It made you smile a bit as you moved your hands away from him completely and took him into your mouth while he bucked his hips desperately for a release. Taking him deep into your throat the warm and tight feeling becomes all so much.

"Oh- fuck" he gasped as he gripped your hair tighter as he felt his orgasm run through him. The warmth of the water left his thighs quivering as he released down your throat with a moan.

The groans made your core ache so you clenched your thighs closed. Sounds of groans buzzing in his chest you couldn't help but let out gags and moans at the tall man above you tears pricked your eyes again but you blink them away and continue taking him.

He felt so good your warm and wet mouth was doing it but when you hollow your cheeks and took one of your hands to stroke him at a quick pace and he was a moaning mess.

Choso couldn't take it any longer so he began to buck his hips faster into your mouth clutching your hair you moved your hand away from his base as he face fucked Your spit began to fall cum drip from your chin and onto your bare chest.

His pace increases as a string of curses and babbling of your name ring through the room a familiar feeling begins to approach vastly. "Just like that-" he let out a guttural moan.

you could feel him twitching thick ropes of cum into your throat you swallow to the best of your ability taking up everything he was giving you from a second orgasm before backing your head away and making a pop noise.

Your knees burned with irritation. Standing up on weak yet wobbling legs Choso pulls you close by the back of your neck licking a stripe on your tongue he pulls you into a kiss tasting himself on your tongue.

Sucking down hard on your tongue you moan, he placed his hand on your ass, kneading the flesh harshly and leaving a harsh slap in its wake and rubbing over the same spot now turning red as you yelp at the sudden stinging feeling.

Choso pulls you by your hips you face the tiled walls spreading your legs apart wide and arching your back Choso presses his tip against your slit, feeling how wet you are the sloshing sound of your pussy leaving your body in a heated embarrassment, his tip rubbing teasingly against your clit leaves your hips a twitching mess.

"Please" you whine under your breath making the man laugh breathily. His hard chest pushed against your arched back he pushes himself inside of you slowly letting his girth fill you up.

Both of you let out moans not hiding your voices from anyone. His thrusts were gentle and slow as you clench around him as his hips pull back out far enough to fill just his tip and slowly push into your more filling you up.

Moaning out you clench your hand into a fist until your knuckles go white "You're so deep-" you whimper as your head drops to look at the floor that was flooding with water from the shower along with water that had been dripping from your bodies.

"Does it feel good? Do I make you feel good?" He asked as his hips ran into you with no warning. "Mhm!" You whined as the sound of skin slapping against each other reverberated through the bathroom walls.

His tip practically kissed your cervix as he continues to pound into your sweet spot, a white ring around the base of his dick began to form as he dug his nails into your hip while he used you as his fuck toy.

His hand leaving harsh smacks on your ass as you moan at the pleasure and pain, Choso angled his hips just to the spot that could make you cum in an instant. "Right there!" You say reaching your hand back for him.

His head resting on your shoulders as he leaves sloppy kisses on your neck and shoulder "Yeah? Right here?" He asked as he pounded into that spot harder you nodded and hummed in agreement with his question.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum" he says as he sucked in a harsh breath when he felt your walls clench around him, your silky walls doing him wonders as he makes one final thrust into you the both of you letting out moans as you cum together. His thick spurts of cum paint your inside like a blank canvas filling you up so much that cum was already spilling past your walls and onto your thighs

Your breathing was in shambles as you felt him pull out watching the rest of his seed spill out of you. Sighing as he sees how slumped you are.

"At least let me condition your hair," he says looking at you as you were practically deflated and on wobbly legs with the most wrecked and fucked out expression. "Hurry, I wanna go to sleep" you whine.

[fic-dumpster]

Deer in headlights | Short stories: Tipsy visits

Bonten x Reader | 1.7k+ words

Warnings: humor, implied consumption of alcohol, smut, cringe(?), foul language, not edited, no beta, grammar/spelling mistakes, Sanzu and Rindou being Sanzu and Rindou .-. have your age in your blogs visible

A/N: I felt bad about leaving just like that so.. 🥺🤲🏻 here are crumbs of my love for yall. It’s not much, but it’s what I can do 🥺💕😔 last update for a while (tbh, I hope not) *crying* I like to suffer in silence. (for the ppl that saw the drama yesterday IM SO SORRY)

Late-night study sessions were common for you, specifically if you waited awake for Mikey to come home. A loud bang coming from the entrance’s door startled you. It's 2 in the morning, who could it be? You thought. Not wanting to be unprotected in case it was something ‘else,’ you fastly grabbed the nearest object, a rolled newspaper.

Walking towards the door, you also pulled your phone and had Kakucho’s number on speed dial; after all, he lived the closest to you. “Who’s there?!” you shouted, “My boyfriend is really scary! I'm warning you!” Suddenly the door opened, and you screamed as you delivering a blow with the newspaper to whoever stood there. A groan followed by a thud and a boisterous laugh surprised you. “Rindou? Sanzu? What are you two doing here?” then your eyes fell upon the fallen pinknette holding his reddening forehead, “Oh my god! Sanzu! I’m sorry!” you kneeled beside him, cheeking his forehead as Rindou leaned forward, still laughing at Sanzu’s misfortune.

“So, who’s the scary boyfriend?” the younger Haitani managed to say in between chuckles, “is it me?”

“No,” you huffed, “that’s Takeomi,” you were trying to get Sanzu to show you his forehead; he had a death grip on it. “Sanzu, please, let me see it,” you moved closer, and that's when you smelled the alcohol on him. Those two were drunk. That explains how you were able to knock down Bonten’s number two with a newspaper. “You two went drinking? What are you doing here?” You tiredly repeated the same early question but this time with a different intention. And now that you think about it, the bang was probably these two trying to use the spare key each Bonten member has to your place.

“Oh, about that, we were thinking about you,” lazy blue eyes stared at you as a hand began to climb up your arm. You shuddered at the ghostly touches from Sanzu.

“Yeah,” agreed Rindou, “we were discussing some things, and we have a very important question for you, little lamb,” his purple eyes shone with mischief.

-

“No,” You deadpanned, “you two are delirious; let's go to bed.” After helping Sanzu up and making some coffee for them, you sat them on your couch. Then Rindou asked that stupid question, and you couldn't believe your ears.

“It’s not that hard to answer; just tell us who has-” you made a throaty sound indicating your unwillingness to continue that conversation. Sanzu smiled at the sight of your heating cheeks.

“Sanzu’s right, come on, little lamb,” Rindou pulled you towards him; you tried to stand your ground, but it was useless. Once you moved a bit closer, his hands held your waist and made you straddle him. His lips wasted no time to find your neck, hands now under your clothes; Rindou was trying a different method to pull out the answer from you.

“Just say the name. How about that?” Sanzu offered as he enjoyed the little show you two were making.

“Ran,” you let out.

Both men froze. “My brother?” Rindou asked, with his head resting on your shoulder.

“No, I’m gonna call Ran and have him deal with you two.” you tried to wiggle yourself out of his grasp, “I refuse to answer that question.” you really didn't want to; besides, it's not like you have an actual answer to... that...

“You’re not calling anyone,” Sanzu dragged you from Rindou’s lap towards the center of the couch. You still faced the younger Haitani, who didn't waste any time in assaulting your lips. Sanzu took the opportunity to work his way under your pajama top; his hands cupped your chest from behind—fondling, rubbing your perked nipples in between his fingers. Small sounds scaped your lips only to be consumed by Rindou’s mouth.

The three of you were an entanglement of limbs and hands pulling at each other clothes. Without uttering a single word, Rindou hoisted you up and made his way to your bedroom, Sanzu not far behind, you three left a trail of shirts, pants, and undergarments on the floor. As soon as your back hit the cotton sheets, your body was at their mercy.

Sanzu now covered your mouth with his, tugging your tongue out so he could play with it as much as he wanted. Rindou, who had patiently waited for Sanzu to initiate the foreplay this time, began spreading wet kisses on your inner thighs; you fisted purple strands in your hand, yearning for the younger haitani’s touch on your wet center. But a thought crossed your mind, “h-hold on! Rin! Rindou!” you parted from Sanzu as you closed your legs. “Let me freshen up a little,” before any of them could comprehend what happened, you flew to the bathroom.

“Y/N!!” groaned Rindou.

You didn't think you stayed in the bathroom that long... Because according to you, you were in and out. But apparently, you really did take your time. Sanzu and Rindou were snoring on the bed. You didn't mind that they fell asleep; the only problem was that you still felt all hot and bothered.

You thought about finishing by yourself, but you knew the rules. Not touching yourself. That phrase resonated in your head. Mikey had made it very clear.

“There’s only one rule, okay, doe?” how could you forget with the way he expressed it. “No touching yourself here,” he pressed a fingertip on your clothed core, “you have all of us ready to please you at any moment.”

So with a trembling hand, you pressed the green circle on your phone. After two beeps, a rough voice picked up. “Y/N? Are you okay?”

“I’m sorry, I didn't want to disturb you but, hmm, Could you-” you didn't know how to say it, and it was killing you.

“What is it, baby?” You whimpered; your brain automatically shifted as soon as you heard his voice on the phone calling you baby. “Oh? Does my girl needs me?” you nodded, forgetting for a second that he couldn't see you. “Come on, use your words,”

“I need you! So bad!” you whined, “it hurts,” you moaned. You could hear movement from the other end of the call, dangling keys and doors slamming, one after the other.

“Where does is it hurt, baby?” you heard the roar of a vehicle. “Is it my pretty pussy?” you moaned and felt slick pooling in your panties, “hold on, I’ll be right there.”

-

At breakfast, you narrated your nightly adventures to the rest of Bonten in between spoons of milk and cereal. Of course, omitting the last few hours.

“And what was the question?” Asked Kokonoi, not really interested in whatever those two rascals had managed to think with their brainpower combined. But he liked to hear your voice.

“Who was the best dick,” you rolled your eyes at the memory of their so-called serious question. But a series of events followed that statement of yours. Kokonoi and Takeomi choked on their morning drinks, Kakucho dropped his cup, Mikey stopped munching on his red bean soup, and Ran stopped reading the newspaper and thought about his decision of letting his brother hang out with Sanzu. Anyhow, the seed of doubt and curiosity has been rooted.

“And what did you say?” Kokonoi, now pretending indifference, asked. Unknown to you, all eyes and ears were on you.

“Nothing, what was I suppose to say?” You simply answered, not giving too much thought as you searched for marshmallows in your cereal; you made a mental note to thank Mochi for the imported American cereals. “Why is it a leprechaun? Isn't it Irish? Why American?” But your innocent question wasn't heard.

Two figures drowsily strode in, “Say who has the best cock, little lamb,” you jumped at Rindou’s morning voice.

“No! Why me?” You knew that could lead to a touchy subject since there have been various disagreements about their past women, and you didn't want to aboard that topic just yet.

“Because you’re the only one who has tried all calibers in this room,” a chuckling sanzu spoke this time.

Taking your bowl in hand, you stood up. “Yah, that's it! I'm leaving! I have class! I’m not answering that nonsense!” with heated cheeks, you hurried your way to the door, and lucky for you, Mochi was just arriving. You pulled his arm as you told him he was taking you to your class today.

Meanwhile, in the apartment.

“I bet it's me,” sanzu wasn't having any other answer.

“Shut up, Sanzu; it’s me,” Rindou pushed the pinknette.

“Y/N wouldn't shut up about-” began Kokonoi

“No, not in breakfast. Besides, it’s me,” Mikey's eyes were on his now cold bowl of red bean soup.

“That’s not what Y/N said two nights ago,” confidently said Takeomi

“Takeomi, no.” huffed Ran, “I am the-”

“We all know who’s Y/N’s favorite, and that is for a reason,” Kakucho interrupted the older Haitani as he smugly strolled towards the trash with his cup in pieces. “Sanzu, Rindou. Who do you think she called after you two fell asleep,” A bunch of boos and a variety of colorful vocabulary rained on Kakucho.

If Kakucho only knew that he didn't hold that title anymore, since mochi had propelled himself to first place in your heart with only American cereals.

Fun facts:

Since Bonten “imports” different kinds of goods as a screen for their real business, they asked what Y/N wanted, and because of y/n, they have been importing a variety of American snacks lately.

Mochi and Y/N's relationship is platonic. More like best friend/father-daughter relationship. He cares and worries about her and about Bonten breaking the poor girl. Sometimes I like to think he draws the line for some of them.

Kokonoi tends to have more silly fights with Y/N than the rest. He wants to ask Y/N why she didn't call him.

Mikey has a habit of eating Japanese snacks every time he has to eat normal food. What he ate in this chapter is called Zenzai and is served hot. (Hot Red bean).

Kakucho lives pretty close to Y/N. He could even walk there tbh. (check Short Stories: An uncertain future).

Y/N won't tell anyone how sanzu and rindou left her high and dry. If the other executives found out about that... Let's just say that’s not good for them. Kaku knows, but he’s being nice since, thanks to that, he got to spend time with Y/N.

[wornoutmouse]

Fun fact: demon slayer starts in 1912 and ends in 1927(or at least that's when the Tashio era ends). Using that math Tanjiro (as long as he kept his health good) would very well be alive today at the ripe age of like 78 if my math is correct since he started as 13 in the series. (My math probably wrong asf)

Power imbalance, power bottom reader, knife play,  blood but not blood play...

He hated you.

Your very being irked him more than anything he'd ever experienced in all his centuries of living. You were clumsy, boisterous, and played that arrogant music all throughout your home while walking around half naked. Well in Muzan's opinion you were half naked, he couldn't even begin to describe his disbelief at the trend of exposing skin. 

It didn't help that you had that insignificant filth running through your veins. At first he was unsure, after all this was a completely different country than Japan, not to mention your darker skin and coiled hair. But no, he could smell and recognise the Kamado blood running through your veins just as strongly as it had run through all your ancestors. 

Completely undiluted. 

At the very beginning when you first moved in, you  came to his home. Knocking aggressively on his front door already getting off to the wrong start. When he opened it, you slipped past him and walked into his living room barely even saying hello as you put poorly decorated sugar cookies on his obsidian coffee table. "This is a nice place you got here Mj." 

Muzan's eyes twitched, that joke had long since gotten old since he moved to America. 

Now that you were closer he could definitely smell, the century old stench of rivaling bloodlust simmered just below your onyx skin. At any moment he expected you to attack him in some way or form. "Anyways I'm here to say hello neighbor, my name is Y/n and I'm your new best friend!"

Your happy attitude also agitated him to no end. Even though the knowledge of demons had dwindled down to only a few select families, even basic humans were wary of him as their baser instincts made them aware of his dangerous origins. This fact had long since forced Muzan to only prey on the elderly to survive. You had stayed a bit longer babbling about some nonsense that Muzan never acknowledged as he watched you from a good distance.

"You know you really got to add more to your wardrobe than 1963 suits." You walked from the back of his home, an area that he didn't even notice you wandered to. Finally getting bored, you open his door bidding your farewells. 

Just before leaving you stop and with a cheeky grin say, "If you ever need anything just come on over. We Kamado's are known for our kindness." 

Since then he'd been on edge around you. The point of relocating was for him to keep a low profile but now it seems he'd have to come face to face with an old nemesis reborn. 

Muzan snapped out of his thoughts with a flinch as he pierced his hand with his nail. He watches the dark blood well up from the wound and drip down his wrist. In the end this world had long since lost its hostility dwindling the average human incapable of basic combat. Giving you were no doubt a great descendant, Muzan failed to see you as a true threat.  

But one can never be too sure

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You heard a knock on your door, soft and hesitant. "I don't think I'm expecting company." You checked your watch and peered out of a nearby window. It was at least 8 at night, you were braless wearing sweats with a red T-Shirt and on your way to bed.  In the back of your mind you visualize your two grand-uncles Inosuke and Zenitsu coming over to make you spectate their fights. For two old dudes they still had enough strength in them to do hip breaking nonsense.

You open the door shocked to see your next door neighbor standing before you. For once he wasn't wearing a suit that cost more than your house. His attire was still expensively dressed but in a more casual sense, that being a black dress shirt and slacks. His sleeves were rolled up displaying his pale skin. "Can I come in?" A dazzling smile you had never seen before practically blinds you as he walks past you into your home.

When Muzan walks in his eyes immediately dart to the clear as day Nichirin Blade sword displayed recklessly on your living room wall above your couch. "You like it?" A hand on his shoulder makes him jump, "Got it from my grandpa, he says it's really special but I feel like he's exaggerating. You know how old people are." Muzan shakes out of his stupor. "I don't quite understand what you mean by that, however I do know that it's much more wise to listen to your elders than ignoring…..It could save your life."

Muzan replicates you and puts a hand on your shoulder gently squeezing. This was it, he'd go in for the kill and it would be over, the amount of blood he'd pump into you would be enough to watch you meet a satisfying end of combustion completely untraceable if the police were to get involved. How he wishes he'd be there when your poor grandfather walks along your remains splattered on every surface in your living room. Unable to do a thing as he's finally in his last stretch of life. 

The beauty.

Muzan's finger only twitches in the slightest before pain sparks from his own neck. "The thought of you coming into my own home unprovoked and at night no less, was the most obvious sign one could ask more." You had his hand gripped so tight your veins popped while your other hand held a small pocket knife that burned  brighter than any Nichirin sword he'd ever encountered. He didn't understand, he was quick enough to kill even the best of the ancient Hiroshima. So how did a little foreign girl like you get the upper hand?

It was embarrassing and almost laughable if any of his pillars were alive to tell the tale.

You press the blade harder before bringing your other hand to caress Muzan's cheek,  "Did you think I'd be just an ignorant descendant of an infamous hero?" You clicked your teeth disappointingly. "How naive, you've really become lazy after all these millennia huh?" You walk forward, pushing Muzan back with seductive strength. He allows you to push him into your couch,  I say allow because at any time he could have stopped you.  

Muzan is most definitely not holding me at gunpoint right now. 

The knife never wavers even as you climb into Muzan's lap, pressing it even closer against his jugular. "You do know getting beheaded will not kill me, and I doubt this petty little kitchen knife will get the job done in the first place." Your lips draw into a smirk and you press the knife closer as you trail it down his chest, "That may be true but it's gonna take one hell of a time for you to grow back." Your hand jerks down, popping his shirt buttons open.

Muzan watches with interest, your eyes light up as more skin becomes exposed. The tones of your dark skin contrast strikingly as you caress his pectoral with the tips of your fingers. "For a 1,000 year old grandpa you look decent." Still threatening his life with your blade, you kiss him. It's deep and carnal. Your lustful desires being made known as you grind in his lap. The flesh of your ass snuggly hotdogs the forming outline of his cock. "I've always wanted to be with a demon. You've had to of become a real freak after living this long!"

When you pull away Muzan's thin lips are pink and a bit swollen. He is out of breath despite needing none, "You have a lot of nerve for a mere human." With your free hand you loosen the belt of his slacks, only standing to pull them off, pleased when Muzan voluntarily raises his hips to aid you. 

Don't get him wrong, he was still planning on killing you and ending your wretched bloodline once and for all, he just needed his mind to clear itself. Your scent, your confidence, strung him along like a puppet. His hands grip onto your ass cheeks like a lifeline. Molding them between his fingers, even giving them a shake through your sweats. His nails elongate and puncture the thick fabric as if it was nothing more than a spider web. 

Your sweats are tugged off completely leaving your lower half nude. Muzan moves his hands to hold your ass again but your blade politely makes itself known. You are out of breath and clearly flustered. "Watch yourself, demon, I'm the one calling the shots, don't forget that." Muzan bites his tongue with sharp glare. He raises his hands in surrender, "Of course." 

Muzan can feel your wetness against his leg and it's driving him insane. "Hey…" red eyes refocus on yours, "You ain't got any diseases do you? And you can't get me pregnant right?" Muzan smirks hands enclosing around your ass despite your protest. "I can, however it will cost a lot more than doing it once." The odds didn't seem in your favor but you were in no position to stand down and grab a condom and Muzan knew it.

You curve the blade towards his chin, "If you are lying and give me some ancient unknown disease or I find out you have superman sperm, I will kill you." Muzan links his lips, "Wasn't that the plan from the beginning or have you had a moment of level headedness?" Your wrist is quick and precise, cutting a thin slash along his jawline., not enough to scar and it barely even bled, but the threat was clear.

You grab Muzan's dick and use your thumb to attack the underside with fast strokes. Said man doesn't react outwardly, the only sign being his eyelids lowering by a fraction. "Were you always this well endowed or did you adjust this part too?" Muzan was not amused by your insinuation. Deciding to once again display the true power imbalance this situation had, he loops his arms underneath your large thighs and lifts you just enough to thrust his cock against your hole. 

From there he let's go, making you plop down on his length, making you yelp and allowing him to lean back with a relaxed sigh. You were so warm and tight. Now even though I explained what had happened with great detail,  keep in mind that in reality it all happened within a fraction of a second. 

Your large and in charge persona was cracking.  You gripped Muzan's sides tightly as your pussy spasmed around his girth. "F-Fuck it's too….." you trail off not wanting to give Muzan the credit he was truly due. 

It takes a few moments for you to get your bearings all the while Muzan and his dangerous jaw swayed in the crevice of your neck. A viper playing with its prey. The blade is back against his neck once again making his cock twitch. If he were human this would be a dangerous feat.  Your grip never slacked nor lessened against his neck, slicing into a growing wound that dropped dark blood down his chest and to his abdomen. 

His dick stretched your pussy and made it weap on each downstroke. Muzan's hands grip onto the cheeks of your ass with gritted teeth.  Your insides gripped him ever so slightly.  Sucking him back in as if he belonged there.  He felt used and it felt good.  His black ringlets stuck to his face from sweat and his red eyes grew in intensity. 

He couldn't see much of your body, hell he could barely even touch. In the back of his mind humorous thoughts such as how he knew Tanjiro would lose his sanity if he knew his granddaughter was being bedded by the man he despised. But the more you bounced, the more you squeezed, the deeper you cut into his neck proved that you were truly the one in charge. 

"Oh God you're so deep!" Your deep almond eyes shut themselves with pleasure. Muzan could feel your legs shaking with exertion at the same rhythm your pussy twitched. His balls felt tight after having no action in over a dozen years. "F-Faster." He has no care for your blade, only wanting to cum and feel the sweet ecstasy he knew your creamed pussy would provide. "Come on human, go faster." Muzan locks lips with you, gaze hardened and intent on proving some sort of point.

Tossing the knife you wrap your arms around his neck pulling his head closer. Red eyes target brown ones as his hands take a stronger grip on your ass. He uses his strength to bounce you. The sound of his balls slapping against the curve of your ass is just as disgusting as it is sexy. Your nipples rub against his through your tank-top making you both moan. The feeling blood stains your shirt making you shiver from the cool wetness

The couch you rest on bangs against the wall behind you the faster you both go. Muzan's feet are planted firmly in the ground, his fangs further elongated. He looks feral and it is in this moment where you get a glimpse of the horror many people felt when he took their lives. "Focus little Kamado, you wouldn't want to disappoint me now would you?" 

Muzan's hips meet yours, spreading the tempo. Your juices coat his lap before finally you tense up completely into a cramp inducing stance as Muzan impaled you on his cock one last time. "Ahh.." Muzan empties himself within you with a relieved sigh. 

Maybe the Kamado bloodline could go on.

[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

Fic: Good Morning Showers

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Francisco “Catfish” Morales x reader (cishet woman, no y/n, no kids, established relationship)

Tags/warnings: PiV sex with no mentioned protection (they're fine, though), some basic dirty talk.

Summary: Morning sex in a cold bedroom with the rain beating on the window, is there anything better?

Words: 2,419

Notes: This goes together with Good Night Showers but it's not necessarily the same couple. Also, this one turned a lot spicier than I intended, so if you're looking for something as cozy and nice as Good Night Showers, you're not gonna find it here, I'm afraid.

Frankie awakes to the sound of rain on the roof. It’s mid-October and the bedroom is chilly, even to him, and he doesn’t freeze easily. But it’s warm and cozy underneath the covers, and that’s where he remains. It’s dark, but when he turns his head to the side, he can see the outline of the woman sleeping next to him.

You.

It amazes him every morning that you’re here. The smell of your apartment has quickly become familiar to him, and the rooms have become home, but the fact that you are here, with him, is something he can’t quite grasp yet. At least not first thing in the morning, when his inner military clock has decided it’s time to wake up but his body is nowhere near ready to give up sleep.

Lazy Sunday mornings with you are his favorites. To be able to stay in bed with you, kiss you out of sleep and then slide into you while you’re soft and compliant, to move inside you and hear your gasping breaths… Frankie grunts to himself when his boxers start to tent. Dammit. You’re not going to be happy about being woken up this early, not even for sex. He immediately feels bad for thinking about sex first thing, but in the next moment he decides that there’s no shame in wanting you. As he looks at your sleeping form, his eyes grow accustomed to the half-light, and he begins to discern your eyebrows, lashes, the ridge of your nose, and your lips.

You sleep late in the mornings. Something Frankie learned even before he moved in with you was that your morning temper is not to be trifled with. He knows that it’s better to let you sleep as late as you want to, and then wake you slowly with caresses

and coffee.

Christ, he wants you. But it’s too early, he can’t wake you up just yet, you’d have this balls for breakfast, and not in a good way.

Carefully, he turns onto his back and contemplates a silent hand job to take care of his uncomfortable boner, but decides against it. He would feel weird doing it with you unconscious next to him. And if you woke up, he’d feel even more weird. Wrong. Unleashed. No, it’s better to last it out, think unsexy thoughts.

One hand resting on his belly, those unsexy thoughts come quickly in the form of self-doubt when his fingers sink into soft flesh. He’s not as slender as he used to be. Time and civilian life has softened him, made his stomach press against and slightly over his belt buckle, filled out his thighs. He’s had to go up one size in jeans, rendering his still pathetically small ass a flat little pancake hidden behind baggy denim. He has a double chin, particularly when he’s laughing. He tries not to think about it. He loves laughing together with you, adores your smile, lives for your laughter. He can’t let his aging body get in the way of that. And you love him, no matter what he looks like, he knows you do.

Fuck.

He’s thinking about you again. How happy you make him. How hard you make him. He turns his head to look at you once more. The love he feels for you is… undiluted and incredibly strong, almost addictive. The need to be physical with you is almost tangible at times. He has to touch you, all the time. You are his world. You are everything. Even now, especially now, when you’re snuffling like a little pig, no doubt because the cold air of the bedroom has made you congested, you are everything to him.

The rain increases in strength, and with that, a gush of wind comes in through the open window, making you shift. You arm reaches over to his side of the bed in search of him, and it makes his heart joyously skip a beat. Finding his arm, you lie still for a moment before drawing a deep, stuttering breath, and slowly opening your eyes.

”Morning,” he whispers, and is rewarded with a thin smile.

”Whattimeissit…?” Your voice is raspy and you do sound congested.

”Way too early. Go back to sleep, querida.”

You murmur something about cold and scoot closer, pressing your face against his shoulder. Your body feels cool against his. You get cold easily and love to burrow against him, but during the night you usually emigrate to the other side of the bed, the covers retaining enough of the warmth of both your bodies to make you too warm to be comfortable. But the wind definitely picked up during the night and you’re both feeling it now.

Frankie extends his hand and draws one finger down your cheek, taking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. You stay quiet and still for a moment and he thinks you’ve gone back to sleep, but then you sigh and put your hand on the softest part of his stomach. A wide grin spreads across his face and he’s filled with warmth. It’s like you know.

Your hand slides south and lands on his erection. Frankie tenses up for one breath before relaxing again, his cock twitching into your hand.

”Mmmm,” you mumble, like you found and tasted a delicious treat. A shiver runs through you and Frankie misinterprets it.

“I’ll close the window.”

He moves towards the edge of the bed but you grab his stiff dick through his boxers.

“No!”

He groans; your grip is on the verge of painful.

“Sorry,” you whisper throatily before you cough and let go. Frankie slips out of bed and closes the window, his skin rising in goosebumps before quickly returning to the warmth of the bed, where he collects you in his arms.

“You didn’t catch a cold overnight, did you?” he asks you softly when you sniffle again.

“Naah…”

“Warm me up,” you murmur before reclaiming his lips.

You pass your open palm over him, firmly but carefully. Frankie sighs and lowers his lips to yours: they’re a little cold and dry but surprisingly demanding, considering the early hour. You roll half on top of him, your other hand reaching up to his neck, fingers playing lazily with the short hairs at the back of his neck. Small shivers of

pleasure run down his spine to his pelvis. His dick twitches again under your palm and he sighs into the kiss.

“Oh, baby…”

God, he loves you. He loves your tits pressing up against his chest. He loves how one of your thighs press down on his cock, freeing up your hand to slide up his chest and pinch a nipple into stiffness before settling on his shoulder to hold onto him. He loves your sleepy kisses.

And sleepy is what you are. Despite your growing desire, you could still easily let yourself be pulled back into dreamland. The covers have slipped down your shoulder slightly, your skin knotting and its fine hairs rising. Frankie resettles the covers before gently pushing you off of him.

“Lemme cover you, querida.”

You lie down on your back next to him and he rolls over you. Lowering his face to your neck, he starts to trail soft-yet-scratchy kisses along your skin, down to your shoulder, before diving under the covers to suck a nipple into his mouth. You arch your back, humming low when jolts of pleasure run through your body. Frankie spends quite some time teasing your tits with hands and lips before you grow tired of waiting.

“Need you, Frankie,” you moan, threading your fingers through his bed hair before taking a firm hold and pulling him up for a kiss. Once you have his lips against yours, you release his hair and move to tug down your panties and his shorts.

“Don’t you want me to go down on you first…?” His voice is all sweet seduction and it makes your pussy clench, but no, that’s not what you want now. Frankie’s penchant for eating pussy is one of the many great things about him, but there are times when you just want him in you.

This is definitely one of them.

“I need your cock,” you specify for him in a whispered gasp, and he presses his lips to yours before helping you tear off your panties. He lowers himself over you, settling between your spread thighs, and skims his hand over your throbbing pussy.

“You wet enough for me, my love?” he murmurs into your ear as he dips one finger into you. It’s not just sexy talk: he’s a big guy and if you’re not lubricated enough, it’s going to hurt you and be uncomfortable to him.

“Come to me, baby,” you moan as he rubs his finger to your spot, your hips moving against his finger, wanting to filled up by something thicker.

“God…” Frankie quickly replaces his digit with the head of his cock. With a quick, deep thrust that shoves you up a few inches and makes you cry out, he buries himself to the hilt.

“Fuck! Oh God, oh Frankie, that’s so fucking big…!” You wrap your arms around him and pull him down to you, on top of you. The sensation of being speared by him runs up your spine to the back of you head and soaks your brain in pleasure.

“So full,” you whimper against his shoulder as he bucks into you forcefully a couple of times, “so – full – of – your cock, baby!”

You’re wide awake now, and your skin feels like it’s on fire when Frankie sucks a bruise on your breast while coming to a slow, almost lazy rhythm in and out of you. The initial shock of him splitting you open subsides into a sense of comfortable fulfillment, of him belonging inside you, no matter how deep the reach or how wide the stretch.

“You take me so well, baby,” he groans before snagging a piece of skin on your neck between his teeth and sucking. “So wet and ready for me as soon as you wake up. So tight and warm.”

It is getting plenty warm underneath the covers now, and you welcome it. The contrast between the cool air of the room and the heating coziness in bed is the perfect setting for morning sex, with the rain still beating against the window. You run your hands up his waist, over his shoulders, and bury your fingers in his tousled hair, enjoying the feel of every inch of him, not just the impressive ones filling you with each leisurely roll of his narrow hips. Frankie lifts his head from next to yours and seeks your lips for a slow, soft kiss in which your moans can safely drown.

“Frankie,” you beg him, “go faster, please.” You sneak one hand down between the two of you to rub your clit, and your pussy squeezes hard at the heightened pleasure. Frankie groans and stops, forehead to yours.

“So fucking tight when you do that, baby…” He draws a deep breath before repositioning himself, now propped up on his elbows, his knees spread wider apart, your legs sliding up and around his hips. With a couple of rough thrusts, he knocks the breath out of you, before he starts to fuck you at a faster pace.

“Like this?” he gasps against your jaw. “Like it when I fuck you like this?”

“Yeah,” you manage, “’s good, so good…!” You rub your clit furiously, chasing your release, getting nearer each time Frankie’s hips connect with yours. You bring your free hand behind his head and pull him in for a breathless, clumsy kiss when the first waves of the orgasm start to lap at your shores, making you tremble.

“Good girl,” Frankie encourages you, his teeth clenched, “cum on my cock, baby, just like that.”

He ducks down to suck your nipple into his mouth as you let yourself go in wave after extraordinary wave of bliss, your voice louder than the heavy rain outside, your hand staying stubbornly on your throbbing clit. When you finally grow oversensitive, you whine Frankie’s name and put your hands on him, neither pushing him away nor pulling him to you, uncertain yourself about what you need.

Frankie’s not uncertain, however. He pulls out and nuzzles your neck, gasping for breath.

“That felt so good, baby, you were squeezing me so tightly,” he praises you with small kisses on your neck. “Now turn around so I can fuck your wet little pussy from behind.”

Too exhausted and simultaneously riled up, you roll over. Frankie rearranges himself, his stiff, sticky cock resting against your ass before he finds you between your soft thighs, and slowly slides in. You exhale audibly, easily taking all of him, welcoming him back into you with a teasing squeeze of your slick walls.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he murmurs, and drapes himself over your back to keep you warm. For a moment, he holds you softly, kissing your shoulder, shallow, hot breath burning your skin.

Then he starts to fuck you into the mattress, fast and deep. You’re completely trapped underneath him, and as he wraps one arm around your shoulder and the other around your head, he has the leverage to fuck you even harder.

“Fuck that pussy,” you moan into the pillow, “thassit, baby, fuck your cum deep into my tight pussy!”

Frankie growls, teeth sinking into your shoulder, and speeds up, before his balls tighten and he spurts thick ropes of cum into your core while gasping your name.

“Fuck… baby… your dirty mouth will be the death of me…”

You squeeze his quivering cock inside you and move your hips against his, prolonging his orgasm, until he moans and slips out, only to slide down onto the mattress right next to you. You turn your head so that you can look at him in the dark of the bedroom.

“Okay?” he asks you, still breathless.

“Warm and satisfied,” you promise with a weakened giggle. Frankie barks out a laugh as well and passes one hand through his damp hair.

“Yeah. I should grab a shower.”

“Later.” You extend your neck so that you can kiss his sweaty forehead. “Rest now. It’s still early, and still cold outside of bed.”

“That it is,” he murmurs. “Love you, querida.”

“Love you, too.”

It only takes the rain a couple of minutes to lull both of you back to sleep.

[fortheloveoffanfic]

Her

12 Days of Christmas Writing Event- Day 9

John Constantine x Reader (A/n- once again breaking my own rules and writing this for whoever I felt like writing for)

Masterlist 12 Days of Christmas Writing Event Masterlist

Prompt 2- “I love Christmas!” “I can tell.”

Warnings- none

There had been women before; trysts with halfbreeds, a few inconsequential flings with women whose faces would fade with time, but John had never anything quite like the something he had with her. He hadn’t been looking for anything, for as long as John knew himself, he’d never been looking for anything like that. That being the wondrous, beautiful thing he’d found with her. Slow kisses on the sofa while a movie played, lazy mornings in bed and late night, hand in hand, walks through the city. None of it had ever really been his thing, John had never been the relationship type.

But she was different. With her everything was different.

She was kind and sweet and made him smile- not laugh yet, but they were working on it. Y/n. He didn’t think he’d ever know what falling in love felt like, up until a few months ago, John didn’t think he even wanted to, but Y/n had come into his life by accident and had changed everything. She gave him something to look forward to; she smiled a lot and it was contagious, she’d lean her head on his shoulder and remind John that he wasn’t alone in the world. She made him happy, and with everything in him, John often hoped that he did the same for her.

That evening, by the time he’d gotten to her place, pizza and a six pack in hand, it was past dusk and he was wholly expecting to have one of those lazy evenings that she’d acquainted him with. Y/n wasn't particularly fond of night life or any wild escapes that L.A offered, a trait he was grateful for, though that hadn’t meant that John had just sunken into her lifestyle without issue. Instead, it had been a slow process; he had been so used to working all the time, chasing demons fighting evil whenever, and wherever, it cropped up that when, for the very first time, Y/n had suggested they go catch a movie, he’d been perfectly out of his element. He was getting there though.

They’d agreed on a Christmas movie that night, which seemed perfect, at least to her, for getting into the holiday spirit. John himself had never been a fan of Christmas; it was too much work, heavily commercialized and he didn’t really have any family left. But that year he was supposed to spend it with Y/n, which meant that at the very least, he’d tolerate the holiday.

After he'd knocked, it had taken a while for her response, though, when he did get one, it was an absent, somewhat distant, "Its open! Come in!" After maneuvering the pizza box into the arm of the hand that was holding the beer, John took the cool brass knob in his hand and gave it a turn.

As he stepped into her loft, he scolded lightly, "You know, you shouldn't just people in. It could be….." Turning after he'd shut the door, his worlds trailed off as he glimpsed the clutter that dominated the usually open, airy space. Boxes, storage bins and huge bags were littered haphazardly on the worn, hardwood floor, and there were so many of them that if there weren't tinsel, ornaments and string lights spilling out of them, or the word "Christmas" scrawled across others, John might have thought she was moving.

"Hey you," her bubbly tone erupted from midway through her living area as Y/n waded through the clutter. Upon reaching him, she relieved him of the box just as she leaned up on her toes while he bent to reach her lips in a brief, greeting peck. "I'm gonna clear all this stuff up in a bit so we can watch the movie," she reassured after noticing his confusion.

They broke and while Y/n moved toward the kitchen counter, John took a closer look around the space. There was a huge tree that was already half decorated, with a step ladder nearby, a small box of glass ornaments along with a wreath was laid out on the coffee table and there was a mass of Christmas-themed throw pillows, a few stuffed reindeer, snowmen and a little Santa Claus all packed messily in one corner of the long sofa. “What is……all this stuff,” without knowing of another way to address it, he used her words, continuing his befuddled examination.

“They’re decorations,” she explained as if it should have been obvious.

John knitted his brows, looking around at everything one more time, “All of them?”

“Yeah,” Y/n perked up just as she set the pizza down on the tiled counter, “I love Christmas!”

John huffed, though, he couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm. She was adorable when she got excited. “I can tell,” he returned smoothly, moving to approach her in the kitchen, his hands falling to her hips after he’d set the six pack down, “You really love Christmas,” John teased.

“Mhm,” Y/n hummed with soft laughter, “It’s not to late to back out,” she taunted, arms looming around his neck, toying with the ends of his short, dark hair.

Smirking, John bent to press a quick peck to her lips, “Are you trying to get rid of me woman?”

Giggling, Y/n stood on her toes, swiftly stealing a kiss, “Never.”

“Good,” their lips locked for longer that time, and when they parted, still standing toe to tip-toes, John added softly, “Cause you’re stuck with me.”

Grinning brightly, Y/n tightened her embrace, and John did the same, forcing them closer together, “Yeah? Well you’re stuck with me. And all of my decorations.”

For the first time in the entirety of their relationship, and by extension, the first time in a long time, John chuckled, and again, it was all because of her, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

[doyumacy]

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you’re blown away. you have been racing against jisung all this time and you never knew. what kind of sister are you? but most importantly, doyoung wants him dead. once you beat him, his deal will come true and doyoung will hurt him, and you can’t let that happen.

you groan and lean straight. “are you insane, jisung? what the hell were you thinking?!”

“i wasn’t.” jisung murmurs.

“clearly!” you snap back.

“what’s going on? i’m not following…” johnny frowns.

you sigh and jisung stands up, walking around the kitchen. “my friends and i made a bet and the one losing would race in one of doyoung’s races. turns out i’m a hell of a racer and people started following me.”

“are you listening to yourself, jisung?” you look at him. “what you did it’s so stupid!”

“and working for him isn’t stupid too?” jisung glances at you and then at johnny. “both of you work for him, and yet you’re standing here scolding my ass? that’s not very smart either.”

johnny stands up in front of jisung and takes him by his shoulders. “doyoung is a dangerous man, jisung. he’s the last person i want you to get involved with.”

jisung scoffs, removing johnny’s hands. “why can you two do whatever the fuck you want but when it comes to me i’m the stupid little boy?”

“because you are a stupid little boy!” your eyes dart to him. “jisung, listen to me. doyoung wants you dead, he has made it pretty clear and he won’t stop until he gets it done.” you get into johnny and him and cup jisung’s face. “promise me you won’t show up tonight.”

“y/n…” jisung tries to yank himself free from your hands but you grip your touch.

“promise me, jisung.” you clench your jaw.

jisung nods. “okay. i promise it.”

you hug him tightly and hugs you back. you then feel johnny wrapping his arms around you two. “we’re in this together now, okay?” johnny mutter.

“we need to call yuta,” you say.

yuta arrives at your home almost as soon as you hang up the phone. turns out johnny, mark and jaehyun have been ‘working’ for doyoung getting him drugs yuta made, but what doyoung doesn’t know is that yuta is an undercover agent since he doesn’t have any connections with the yakuza. and you want to use that.

yuta comes up with a plan but johnny remotely refuses, saying it is too risky but it might be the only way to help jisung to get out of trouble. but again, johnny forces yuta to come up with something else.

that same night, jisung doesn’t show up at the race and doyoung is enraged and fed up with the games of jwi, in this case, your little brother. he is desperate and takes it out with you spitting different insults and how useless and bad of a racer you are, and as much as you want to slap him, you let it slide because you can’t now back off.

“you’re fired,” doyoung tells you.

“no! wait, doyoung!” you take his arm. “give me two weeks. two weeks and you’ll get it done.”

doyoung yanks himself free and stares at you. “you’ve been saying that for weeks now. i am done waiting, y/n.”

“doyoung, please…” you place your hand on his chest and play with one of the buttons of his black shirt.

doyoung removes your hand from his chest and wraps it around your throat in not the most pleasant way. you whine. “just because i fucked your pretty pussy doesn’t mean you get anything.” he tightens his grip on your neck and you feel the air begin to rush out of you. you try to take his hand away from your neck as he keeps tightening it. “but i might make a little exception with you, since i enjoyed fucking you.”

doyoung releases you and you cough several times. oh god, never in your life have you wanted to beat someone to death until now. he fixes the sleeves of his shirt and then looks at you. “two weeks, y/n. no more.” and he vanishes.

you come back to your house and try to hide the marks doyoung’s fingers left on your neck as much as you can.

you take a shower and change into your pajamas, ready to go to bed when you hear someone knocking on your window. you turn your head to the mulled double hung window and laugh. mark’s sitting outside, wearing all black clothes and a black cap backwards. you walk to the window and open up. he enters your bedroom and closes the window behind him and closes the curtains.

“what? are we back in high school?” you mock him.

mark smiles and puts his arms around you. “it’s past 11 pm, thought it might be rude to knock on the door.”

you wrap your arms around his neck and with your fingers rub his nape. “so polite, wonder what they would say if they see your text messages.”

mark giggles and tugs his hands inside your pajama shirt. “yeah, i have no arguments against that.”

you nod. “so what brought you here, mark?”

“can’t i visit my girl?” he cocks an eyebrow.

“your girl?” you stare at him.

he hums and kisses your neck, moving your hair back. his hands rest on your ass cheeks and pull you closer. “and i also couldn’t sleep.”

“why?” you stroke his back.

“i don’t know, my bed seems too big for me right now,” he kisses you.

“thought you hated sleeping with someone next to you,” you remind him.

mark doesn’t reply and instead he takes you in his arms and puts on the bed and then he lays next to you. you rest your head on his chest and with his right arm, he wraps it around you. you both stay there in silence and you make circles with your index finger on mark’s clothed chest.

you look up at him and raise a brow. mark licks his lips slowly, eyes intent despite lazy comfort between them.

“what are you thinking about so much?” you wonder aloud. your voice is quiet in the silent room.

“you.” he answers with a slow shrug.

“me?” you hum softly. “what about me?”

“how nice your thighs would look around my head.” he replies.

you inhale sharply. "what?"

“i think you should sit on my face.” his playful tone dissipated, his eyes gleaming with something hungry as he looks at you. "in fact, you should do it now."

"mark, my brothers’ bedrooms are next to us," you remind him.

"then you better be quiet," he smiles at you.

"you horny ass," you giggle.

his head is positioned at the top of the bed and he's fast to shove the pillows aside to make room. thank god you left the dim light on. you get up from the bed and strip out of your pajamas pants. mark whistles when notices you're not wearing panties. "no panties huh?"

"she likes to breathe once in a while," you shrug.

mark laughs and you climb back onto the bed. you straddle his hips with ease and he loves at how comfortable you seem on top of him. like you belong there.

“a bit higher.” mark murmurs, hands resting against the back of your thighs as you shift against him.

“huh?” you are in the middle of hiking up your shirt before speaking, your hands stop slightly. mark waits until you pull it off entirely before speaking.

“my face is up here, baby." a lazy smile curls along his lips as he takes your naked form in.

“you're so annoying, mark.” you point out and you attempt to roll your eyes, but the flush in your cheeks and pleased smile hardly makes your annoyance believable.

“come on baby. i want to eat you out so bad. i'm hungry,” mark's tongue swipes against his bottom lip as his gaze locks with you. he tugs at your leg once to get it moving.

“oh, my god.” you breath, as if not quite believing his words.

you move up towards his shoulders. you take your time and it takes some manoeuvring until your knees find their place on either side of mark's head. mark's eyes settle low on your body and he can feel his mouth water at the thought of pressing his lips to you.

you reach out and brace your arms against the headboard above mark. there is still a slight nervousness, hesitation, in you as you move and shift above him. you have never done this. not even with yuta.

his lips were slightly parted, as if waiting patiently to be put to work, and slightly wet from where his tongue kept passing over them in anticipation. he looks half wrecked just with the idea of you on top of him.

a tremble starts in your thighs as you dip your hips slightly. that was the invitation mark needed.

he swipes his tongue slowly against you, barely enough to taste you fully. you let out a gasp of surprise and move backwards. mark's hands curl around your hips and he resists the urge to pull you down fully against him.  

you meet his warm gaze after a moment and he nods at the question there, scruff rubbing insistently against your soft thighs.

“come on, baby. let me feel you good," he lightly bites your thigh.

he closes the distance between you quickly.

“mark ah f-,” you gasp and dig your fingers into the headboard. your hips twitch forwards as mark's lips press kisses against you.

his hands remain splayed out across your thighs, holding you steady as your breathing slowly changes. mark laps his tongue against your folds. his tongue moves lazily as he takes his time taking you apart. 

mark slowly drags his tongue along your slit, stopping on your clit. you let out a noise and your hips tilt further down to put just enough weight on mark. "shhh baby. you're gonna wake up your brothers." he reminds you before taking the bundle of nerves between his lips. a startled cry escapes you and your hips buck against his mouth.

your hips buck forwards and mark lets out a small groan and his tongue moves deeper within you. a few more jerks of your hips and your breathing is coming out in short gasps, your thighs trembling and hand dropping to your waist as if to stop yourself.

you can't.

mark pulls you further down and you go willingly, the sounds of your gasps of pleasure filling your bedroom.

you glance down between your thighs at mark and his eyes are waiting for you. he hums beneath you as he once again passes his tongue along your clit and you gasp. your hand against your waist moves suddenly and buries itself into his hair, gripping it.

“yes baby,” mark moans, pulling away just slightly to suck in more air and to speak. his voice is, amazingly, even more rough, “fuck my face. you taste so fucking good.”

your hips grind against his soft lips, your body desperate to find friction against him. mark shifts, gripping you tightly in his hands as he moves his mouth higher and licks your clit into his mouth. he works against you through your soft whimpers and heavy breathing, feeling your fingers tighten in his hair as he pushes you further over the edge. his lips wrap purposefully around your clit and sucks.

your body shakes and he watches as your orgasm takes hold. his tongue continues to swipe along your slit as you come down to ensure he doesn't miss a drop of you while your thighs tighten against his head.

you drop back into the bed, your arms splayed over your head as you fight to catch your breath. your cheeks are flushed and small wisps of hair are pressed against your forehead from the sweat glistening on your body.

“oh, my god.” you pant and trail towards mark.

his lips are swollen and slick with you and pull into a lazy smile.

“you were right.” you mumbled once you manage to remind yourself how to form actual words for a conversation.

“hmm?” mark hums once he sucks enough air into his lungs. his voice is raspy and hoarse. “right about what?”

“my thighs do look good around your head.”

you watch as mark wipes a few fingers over his mouth to clear it of the wetness there. he brings them to his mouth and drags his tongue along a digit in a long lick. a smirk plays at the edges of his lips at the sound you let out.

“then put them back there.” mark rolls onto his belly and drags himself down to lay between your thighs.

before you could manage a reply, his hands are already hiking your legs up to wrap around his shoulders and his lips are on you once again.

after he eats you out again, it’s your turn to have a taste of him. it’s been a while since you had him in your mouth.

"y/n, oh my god..” mark groans loudly, gripping at your hair.

you release his cock with a pop and smile looking at him. "who's being loud now?"

"don't fucking use teeth," he warns you.

"what you're gonna do about it, baby?" you look at him as you lick the tip of his dick.

"stop the tease and get to work," he stares at you.

"you're so bossy when it comes to you huh," you stroke his cock. "poor baby, he's so needy."

mark groans and when he's about to protest, you take his cock in your mouth savoring the mixture of sweet and the natural liquid that emanated from him. you move your tongue all over the head.

mark throws his head back while you bob your head up and down, your hands slightly squeezing his balls. mark sighs, taking your head in a ponytail and his eyes goes to you. "yes, baby. just like that - ah fuck."

mark cums on your mouth and you swallow him as you look him in the eye. you release him and smile leaning forward for a kiss. he takes the back of your neck and kisses you, tasting himself.

the night continues for both of you. mark ends up fucking you and shoving ine of your panties inside your mout because you couldn’t keep it down.

it’s 2 am when you both are done with each other and you’re now resting, back in the same position before you two got into a heated moment, your head on his chest and his fingers playing with your head. “why can’t you sleep with anyone?”

mark sighs and rests his hand on your back. “bad break up. i got used to her and when she left me i promised myself i would never give someone that much of me.” he makes circles on your bare skin.

you place your chin and look at him. “will you try to sleep with me tonight?”

“i will,” he puts an arm in the back of his head and smiles. “but if you snore i’m leaving.”

“i do not snore, you ass!” you slightly slap him in the chest and he laughs.

you wake up the next morning with mark’s arms around you. he stayed. you smile caressing his arms. you love his skin: it’s always warm and soft.

you both are naked under the covers and you notice your door isn’t locked and knowing johnny, he’s not a guy that tends to knock that often. you carefully remove mark’s arms from your body and he growls, turning on the bed but he continues to sleep. you get up from the bed and lock the door. you then go to the bathroom and take a shower, when you’re back, mark has his black sweatpants back on and he smiles at you.

“morning, beautiful,” he sits on the edge of the bed. “i slept like a baby.”

“i’m glad,” you give him a kiss before going to your closet opening a drawer taking your underwear. “are you hungry?”

mark watches you as you put on your underwear and he nods. “very.”

you roll your eyes. “if you want to get another round of sex, then you need to take me to a proper date first.”

he grins. “we have skipped those steps, haven’t we?”

you nod. he stands up and kisses your cheek. “okay. tomorrow i’ll pick up and you’re gonna have a great date with me.”

“i’m looking forward to it.” you put on a shirt.

mark notices the dark marks on your neck and he frowns. “what happened to you?”

you touch your neck and you curse at yourself. he didn’t notice them last night because you covered them up with makeup but you forgot to do it again.

mark cocks an eyebrow, waiting for an answer. “so?”

you rub your forehead and he blinks. “was it yuta? after you were at my house?”

“what? no no no,” you take his hands. “no. these marks aren’t because of that.”

“then tell me,” his eyes dart to you.

“you promise you won’t freak out?” mark nods slowly. you bite your lip and scratch the back of your nape. “it was doyoung. i uhm kind of working for him?”

“hold on,” he raises a hand, confused. “working for him? have you lost it, y/n.”

“well, i haven’t been the saniest person exactly…” you mutter.

“no times for jokes, y/n.” he glances at you. “doyoung is so fucked up and he won’t even hesitate to hurt you. god, what were you thinking?!”

“you promised me you wouldn’t freak out,” you look at him.

mark scoffs, placing his hands on his hips. “yeah well, sorry if i am fearing for your life.”

you giggle nervously. “well, there’s more.”

“what?”

“you can’t tell anyone, mark. not even your friends,” you ask him. “have you heard about jwi?”

mark nods. “yeah. they’re kind of a legend on the streets. why?”

“jisung is jwi,” you confess to him.

“oh shit.” mark gasps. “wait y/n, what kind of work have you been doing?”

“if i beat him he’d stop racing, but turns out he’s good and i haven’t won,” you explain. “doyoung is now hella upset and he wants him dead and if in two weeks i don’t have results then we both will be dead.”

mark sighs. “why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“because i didn’t know jisung it’s jwi!” you groan. “he’s scared and so am i. yuta has a plan and it’s not bad, but if this doesn’t end the way it should…”

mark cups your face and looks you in the eye. “you have me too, y/n. i’ll help you as well.”

you shake your head. “no, i don’t want you to get hurt.”

he smiles sideways. “i’ll be fine, baby. don’t worry about me.”

you hum placing your hands on his waist and you look at him. “if this ends bad… i just,” you inhale. “promise me you’ll take care of jisung.”

“how about i promise you i’m gonna take care of both of you? sounds better?”

you nod and mark pulls you for a hug kissing your cheek. “everything’s gonna be fine.”

you ask mark to stay and have breakfast together but he has some business to take care of with donghyuck, jeno and yves. you roll your eyes at her name and mark assures you that there’s nothing between them. not anymore. he leaves your house and tells you he’s gonna pick you up at 7 pm the next day.

as you close the front door, you see johnny coming out from the kitchen. he’s holding a bowl with pancake mix. he keeps mixing and stares at you squinting his eyes. you look at him. “what?”

“you know your room is next to mine and this house has thin walls, right?” he cocks his eyebrows, playfully.

“no idea what you’re talking about. we just slept,” you shrug.

johnny hums. “why didn’t you invite him to stay for breakfast?”

“he had some stuff to do,” you reply, walking past him. “can i have some pancakes too?”

“nope,” johnny returns to the counter, placing the bowl on it. “bad bitches don’t get johnny’s pancakes.”

you pout, taking his arm. “please, johnny.”

“say i’m the best brother and i might consider it,” he smiles at you.

you sigh. “you’re the best brother ever.” you roll your eyes. “i want two please.”

“no no,” he shakes his head. “say it again without rolling your eyes. i couldn’t feel it.”

you groan. “why are you like this?”

“i didn’t hear it,” he places a hand behind his ear.

“you’re the best brother ever,” you mutter.

“there you go!” he grins. “still no pancakes for you.”

“fuck off, johnny,” you groan, slightly pushing him.

johnny laughs as he adds more flour to the mix. jisung enters the kitchen rubbing his eye and you look at him. “how did you sleep?” you ask him.

“fine i guess,” he shrugs. “what’s for breakfast?”

“johnny is making us pancakes,” you smile. “want some?”

“yeah. i’m starving,” jisung nods. “can we also have some bacon?”

“sure,” johnny opens the fridge.

later that day, yuta arrives at your house and informs you the interpol has authorized him to manage the operation as he wishes, of course, obtaining results. he also explains jisung in detail what he has to do and how to do it without arousing suspicion.

by noon, johnny, jisung and you are at the patio having a beer and seafood, well, except for jisung. he’s having a coca-cola. johnny brings up yuta’s last birthday, when he turned 25. yuta confesses it was his best birthday and you know why; you had gotten married a day previous his birthday. you lower your head and stare at your hands. he also adds that he had found on you all the family he never got and would always be so thankful for that. jisung mocks remembering jaehyun and taeyong got so wasted they ended up passing out on the grass. johnny and jisung keep adding things that happened that night but you’re quiet. you can feel yuta’s gaze on you.

you finally have the guts and lift up your head meeting his eyes. you feel your cheeks flush and you clear your throat. "i'm going to do the dishes," you murmur.

"i'll help," yuta says, standing up from his chair.

"guests are not supposed to do the dishes," you tell him.

"but i'm not a guest," he winks at you.

johnny clicks his tongue and jisung giggles, covering his mouth. you stare at your brothers and they put a serious face.

once in the kitchen, you wash the dishes and yuta dries them. you’re both in silence and you appreciate it. when you’re done, you take some of the food leftovers and put them inside the fridge. yuta leans against the countertop and watches you.

so much change in your life- people and places and hearts and seasons, and yuta understands, this is but nature. but he never stopped loving you and never left you alone. wherever you go, he was there. he was there with you in every country you were in.

and being honest, yuta never thought of coming back from the 'dead', but he had to finish what he had started even if that meant you knowing he didn't die.

and here he is, a few inches away from you wishing he can touch you and show you how much he missed you.

“so…” he clears his throat. “you and the canadian boy?”

you turn to him. “what about it?”

“are you two a… thing?” he stares at you.

you press your lips together. “yeah, it’s new, but yes.”

yuta slowly nods. “well, i hope he’s a good loser.”

you frown. “what do you mean?”

yuta smiles sideways and approaches you, he leans and kisses you close to the lips. "i'll be in touch.” he whispers in your ear. “thanks for the food.”

you’re speechless. your body is frozen and all you can do is replay over and over what just happened. your fingers stroke where he kissed you and you sigh, your heart skipping a beat.

a whistle brings you back to reality and you shake your head. you see johnny throwing a wrapper in the garbage can. “dear sister, you’re so fucked up.”

“don’t say a word.” you leave the kitchen.

(...)

“found the motherfucker’s place,” taeil tells doyoung.

doyoung gives his attention to the red haired. “where?”

taeil tosses him his phone and doyoung sees the picture of the house. he squints his eyes tilting his head. he has seen that house before, but where?

“the green subaru isn’t there, but my contact told me he lives there,” taeil adds.

“does he live alone?” doyoung inquiries.

“nope,” taeil replies, fixing his suit jacket. “two more people live there.”

doyoung swipes to the right and he sees a picture with better lighting. he notices a car he has seen many times and swipes again. his gaze fixes on a tall guy with faded fluffy pink hair he has never seen before and then on you.

of course.

doyoung remembers that house. it’s your house. and the guy next to you in the picture is your brother.

doyoung clenches his jaw and grips at taeil’s phone. “no wonder why she got into your pants. she was just doing some time.”

“fucking bitch,” doyoung says between his teeth and throws the glass vase on the table to the floor. “she has been playing me all this time. she fucking knew who the motherfuker is!” he takes a deep breath. “i’m gonna kill her. both of them.”

doyoung stands up and growls. taeil locks his phone and places it on the glass table. “do as you think is more convenient for the business.” taeil looks at him. “but finish them.”

“oh i will,” doyoung stands in front of the big window in his penthouse, admiring the view. he then tilts his head. “is yangyang still in town?”

“yep,” taeil answers. “want me to call him?”

“yes.”

[ahsxual]

You're certainly most welcome ❤️ this would probably work better as headcanon, I am not sure though I am down for whatever haha but a Sunday morning with Jake. You've got free reign to do whatever you feel best fits the scenario, but I would like to add that I love my morning coffee 😂🙈 I'm feeling fluff, but again, should you feel it needs something else, you're free to do so. PS, your response was the best 🤍✨ I hope you have a good day and fantastic week.

Ahhh I love this request!! Mornings with Jake must be the best thing in this world 🥺 And you too sweetie, you too!!! 🤗💜

A/N: I'm sorry if this has some mistakes. If you don't know, my native language is not english, so before I post anything, I ask my best friend to correct it first before posting my work. However, he's very busy right now with college, and since I don't wanna make any of you wait too long or bother him, I'm just gonna post this and correct it later. Anyways, I hope you still enjoy this!! 💜💜

Sunday mornings with Jake were definitely your favorites, without any doubt. Sleeping next to the love of your life and then the first thing you see when you wake up, is his handsome face smiling softly at you? There's no other place you would rather be than staying in bed with Jake

During the week, Jake has to leave very early because of his work, so you don't get the opportunity to wake up next to him he never forgets to give you a goodbye kiss. That's why you love and value sunday mornings so dearly, since he can spend more time with you. And believe when I say he does everything to make up for the time he couldn't love you like you both wanted

Sometimes you even get terrified, because when you open your eyes, he's not there. You immediately think "is it sunday today?", only for him to suddenly enter your room with your favorite breakfast on a tray, accompanied with your best friend: coffee, obviously

"Good morning, sunshine! Did you really think I had run away from you?" his grin showed that his intention was to scare you, so that your reaction to his generous, romantic gesture would be greater

"Wow, I-"

"Speechless? I understand, I would have the same reaction if I saw my sexy half-naked girlfriend bringing me the most delicious breakfast to bed." he winked, leaving you with red cheeks and a starving stomach

"You really like to brag, don't you?"

"Me?? I'm just being honest!" you would laugh in sync, a sound that none of you would ever get tired of. "Here. I know my princess loves coffee."

"Thank you babe, you're the best." he loved seeing you smile, and knowing he was the reason of it? It made his heart go wild with pride and happiness. He then would quickly leave the room to bring his own breakfast, joining you right after

Once he returns, you both would chat about your week, your problems, random subjects, while eating the most delicious breakfast. It's not a secret that Jake is a great cooker, and you would make sure to remind him that every time, making him blush at your genuine words, like he does to you every time he compliments you which is all the time, and you still didn't get used to it

He was your best friend, your best boyfriend, your best human being. Every second spent with him were the best seconds of your life, and you couldn't be more grateful for having such a beautiful person, inside and out, by your side

Another times, when you both feel really tired, you would just relax into each other's embrace. Even if you were already awake, you both would just stay there, sharing a comfortable silence, while being interlaced on each other's bodies until one of you had the minimum energy to open your eyes and get up. On those days, you would shower together and then go to your favorite coffee shop to eat breakfast. After that, since your energy increased, Jake would get his car and drive you to new places, to do new things you haven't done before, or do it a little differently so you don't get stuck in the routine

One of your favorite things about mornings with Jake, is when he reads a book that you or him found interesting, or when he gets obsessed with a song and sing it to you. That's the most peaceful, cute and inspiring way to wake up, according to you both

In the winter, you two would snuggle more than ever, to the point you could swear that your bodies became only one from how close you are. And in the summer... well, since you prefer sleeping naked (and if you were in the mood), morning sex is always guaranteed those mornings were definitely your favorites, ya can't deny it darling

And well, there are also some special days when none of you leaves the bed, too lazy to do something, even have breakfast. That's when your best friend, aka Fluffy Leo, wakes both of you with wet kisses and excited jumps on top of you

"Come one Leo, let us sleep!" Jake would say to his doggie, only for him to whine uncontrollably for lack of attention and affection

"Babe, don't be like that! Come here sweetie." you would extend both of your arms, giving all the attention that your giant puppy needed, which made him even more excited than before. You would give him hugs and kisses all over is face, and Leo would gladly return them to you with the same amount of love and joy

After a few moments of "hearing" a tense silence from your boyfriend, you would turn to him and see that he was deadly staring at both of you

"What?" you stopped petting Leo for a moment

Jake wouldn't give you a straight answer, just lean in the bed with his arm under his head, staring at the ceiling

You thought of all possibilities and valued reasons that explained your boyfriend's grumpy behavior, until you thought at the one that made more sense to you, even if it was still childish

"Jacob, are you jealous?" you tried to contained your laugh once he looked at you with an angry, yet ashamed expression

"What? Absolutely not!" he became defensive, realizing that you discovered the ridiculous truth

"Then why are you with that grumpy expression planted on your face?" you crossed your arms and frowned at him, while Leo just sat there confused

"I-I just..."

"Jealous, right." you tried to act serious, but the situation was way too hilarious, so you were hardly struggling against your own laugh

"I just... want to spend the morning with you, ok? Leo could have waited a few more minutes..." he felt guilty with the situation, since he obviously loved Leo with all of his big heart, however his plans where staying with you in bed all morning, and now they were completely thrown away

"Hey." you grabbed his face gently and made him look at you. "We can take a shower together, if you want." this time, his snappy face was completely gone, only to be replaced by a grin bigger than his precious heart

"Sounds like a plan." he kissed you, picking you up in bridal style while heading you to the bathroom, to take a hot and relaxing shower with you

If someone asked you: "what are your favorite moments with Jake?", you wouldn't think twice about the obvious answer: Jakey mornings

[minahoeshi]

to be yours and you, mine.

Kuroo Tetsurō x reader | just pure angst. so much angst.

warning: major character death

prelude: the end lets its presence be known before it comes around. At times, that sense of awareness feels like a blessing. But with you and Tetsurou, the reminder of what soon will come can only hurt you even further. Because mankind has never been powerful enough to do anything against so many things. We have always been weak in the face of nature. especially against the passage of time and all the things it keeps taking from us.

It's almost odd how the world changed when you realised what the moments of silence has reduced your relationship into. How, when you finally acknowledged the fact that perhaps the end of a prolonged short story is nearer than you'd rather believe, a filter seemed to slip off of the camera, along with the vibrance you never realised was raised too high. It's not like the frames suddenly are less colourful. It's just that the tinges of blue in the shadows and highlights have made themselves more obvious, like a sign waiting for you to conclude things yourself.

Maybe it's because it's the new years and new beginnings just seem so scary. Or maybe it's the ice in the air, or the meteorologist on the television announcing that it's 7°C that morning that makes the lack of warmth between you and him more unbearable. But you wake up to the silence of the world, not even the birds are around to fuss above your house. To the empty space beside you, a reminder of his message three days ago.

Tetsu(｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

I'm staying with my family this new year. Okaa-san thinks I need to spend 'the end of the year and the beginning of a new one with those that made such days possible for me'. You know, her usual line to remind me of their importance. Miss you.

Let's video call on new year's eve, yeah?

received 9:26

He did call you last night. Not the video call he promised, but a voice call on Line. But you didn't answer. If he asked why, you would've told him you were with your friends in a shrine celebrating new years with prayers for a better future for one another, drinking sake, and walking the streets of Shibuya with your girls and gays and the one guy friend that everyone wonders how he ended up in the group.

It didn't hurt that he only called you once and never tried again. It didn't hurt that he didn't ask why. But fuck was it painful to hear the voicemail.

"Happy new year, Y/N san. I'll see you tomorrow. I'll be there with you, I promise. I love you. So much."

It's scary and painful how his voice seemed to waver. How it was shaky and devoid of his usual timbre, a ghost of what once was a joking and rarely serious tone that took light of most situations. His voice that you loved so much, absent because maybe he knew too.

Maybe he was aware that no saving can be done to bring forth the past as if it was the present. To rebuild the broken and to remind you both of what you had all these years. To you and him, the signs couldn't be more obvious. When the world crumbles, you don't save it. You kiss it goodbye and go on to search for a new one. One that won't break with you in it. (but you know you won't search. you never do.)

You spend the next hours awake. The consciousness, unwanted. You want so much to just fall down as if the darkness can just swallow you and you'd be happier in it. In silence, you might feel better.

But you can't help the way your brain works. You bask in the reminiscing, the present disappearing before you until it's the past that owns you.

It's not the memories that grabs hold of you but him in his entirety. You cry because you will miss all that he is. The lazy tone he uses when he feels comfortable beside you on the couch. The humour he finds in everything, even in chemistry which is crazy because nothing about chemistry is comical. The messy hair he refuses to tame because he loses his identity, a piece of him, his pride and legacy when his hair looks neat. You'll miss his hand on your back when you're walking outdoors, his iced coffee with a secret ingredient that is probably not really a secret, his hugs when you feel yourself falling in the deep hole of misery, his excitement when he speaks of volleyball, his pride when he talks about his achievements, his— all of him. You'll miss all of him. Too much.

Kuroo spends the car ride thinking of you. Reminding himself to remind you of all that you must remember. To hold your hand tight for as long as he can until he can't.

He reminds himself of the things he love so much about you. Of your unequaled patience and trust in him. Of your ability to strip him of all his bad so that he can only see his good. Of your laughter when he speaks of his day as comically as possible. Of the mornings he wakes up beside you. Of your— everything. All that you are.

Because as the car nears your house, he feels himself crumble. Because he just knows what is about to come. So he must keep in him all your good and bad to be grounded. To stay long enough.

Kuroo stays in the car and stared at the door. The door that opens slowly and reveals you in your scarf and windbreaker. Beautiful. You in all your tear-stained glory, your nose and ears red. He stares as you step into the snow and approach him. He stares as you knock on the window.

And so he opens the door.

You break again the moment you see him. You wish to be strong for him. He doesn't deserve your sadness and weakness but he told you to let yourself be. That your tears are better seen than hidden. Because it helps him and you know how you are feeling. So that he doesn't have to walk around eggshells because you both expose all your vulnerability to one another.

So you fall on his knees. You dont wait for him to get out. You cry on his lap and you know he cried with you. You fall apart together. The same way you built each other to be whoever you two are today, you both break each other.

You say, Testu. Tetsu Tetsu Tetsu Tetsu. He says it's fine, he's fine. He leans and kisses your head and you cry more the same way he does as he hugs you from above. I'm sorry, you say. I should've answered your call, you say.

But I was scared. I was too scared.

And you both know. You fear the same thing. Because as Kuroo is placed on his wheelchair with your help and Kenma's who has been with you two since the very beginning. He leaves both of you because he knows that's what's best. He gives Kuroo a hug before he drives away.

He's bone-thin. Dark bags under his eyes, cheekbones too visible, lips too pale— tired. He looked more tired than three days ago, before he suddenly disappeared that day and you felt too much pain because was he gonna leave you that way? Was he not gonna be with you until the very last of everything?

You were thankful he texted you that night. Because you would've gone crazy with all your thoughts. You understood why he had to go home. His family needed him and he needed them. You couldn't be selfish.

That night, you spend hours on your bed with Kuroo. He didn't need the morphine, he tells you. He's okay. But his breathing is ragged and he's sweating. He can't move without hurting. But you don't give him painkillers because he told you so. So instead, you kiss him. You kiss him and tell him you love him. You tell him you were happiest with him. He doesn't talk much. But the last he said before you both slept was, "I love you too. More than anything and everything. I love you."

The next morning, you cry harder. This time, all by yourself. Tetsutetsutetsutetsutetsutetsu. He never responds.

You cry harder.

But at the very least, he was still holding your hand.

-

Tetsu(｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

Science is yet to prove the existence of reincarnation so instead of pinning everything on it, I'd rather appreciate this one life I spent loving you. Because there's no other way for me to have lived than to be yours and you mine. This one life is enough for the universe to understand that we are eternity, you and me. Forever.

I love you. I know you love me too.

2:09 am

You

I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.

5:27 am

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Okaa-san - mother

Tetsu - nickname for Kuroo from his first name, Tetsuro. In Japan, cute nicknames are more common than endearments like honey or love.

Shibuya - a city or special ward in the prefecture, Tokyo.

Sake - Japanese alcohol made of rice and other ingredients.

Line - most used messaging app in Japan.

Thanks for reading!

[tigerseye46]

Since we're both addicted to the same ship, how about 25 with FreeNoodleshipping? (I am very happy to know I'm not bothering you with these prompts, thank you for that)

Yessss! Also *sweats* I somehow made this angsty without meaning to. (Of course not! I love people sending me prompts! Sorry I haven’t been answering the prompts lately. I was little lazy and unmotivated but keep sending prompts! I love them!)

Prompt List

25. “Wait, don’t buy yet! There’s more!” // “You’re a horrible, no-good dork.”

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   It was another day shopping in the market. The two were wandering around, as usual, they were being extra cautious since the spider queen incident. They had their arms hooked together, their bodies pressed up against each other as Pigsy looked at his list. Tang leaned in to get a look at it.

  “What do we need, Pigsy?”

  Pigsy pushed him slightly, not letting go of Tang’s arm. “Too close, Tang,” he grunted. “We need carrots, tomatoes, mushrooms, and apples for dessert later.”

  “Okay. Try not to fall under a trap this time,” he teased.

  “Hey! That woman put a spell on me!”

  “Sureeee. That’s it.”

  “She was attractive! Can ya blame me? How did you not fall for her?”

  Tang shut his mouth, he wanted to say ‘Because I’m in love with you, you oblivious pig.’ Instead, he stated “Guess she wasn’t my type. Also yes, I can blame you! You got us captured!”

  “I’m sorry, okay! At least we got out of it!”

  “We wouldn’t have gotten into it if you had listened to me!”

  Pigsy huffed, “It was a spell! I still don’t get how ya didn’t fall for her.”

  “Because I’m in love with someone,” he mumbled. The pig’s ears perked up. Did Tang just say he was in love?

  “What did ya say, Tang?”

  “No-nothing!”

  The pig’s eyes widened and he tilted his head. “Did ya just say ya like someone?”

  “N-no!” He pushed Pigsy away, messing with his hair to avoid looking at the pig, a huge blush on his face.

  The pig frowned, a feeling of sadness overwhelming him at Tang admitting he was in love with someone along with jealousy coursing through his veins. This was the first time he ever heard of this, they had known each other for years, why did Tang never tell him? He had always liked, no, loved Tang, well not at first but then the scholar grew on him, he grew enough on him to where they now lived together in an apartment, letting Tang steal a bowl of noodles on a rare occasion, listening to the scholar’s ramblings as his eyes sparkled and gods, he had beautiful eyes, Pigsy could stare at them all day if he could. The chef quickly shook himself out of it. “Who are they? Are they cute? What are they like? Do I know them?” He needed more information, who had stolen Tang’s heart? That was his job!

  “It’s no one!”

  “So are they handsome or beautiful? Who are they?”

  “No one! I’m not in love with anyone!”

  “Then why are ya blushin’?” Tang felt his cheeks grow hot. “They must be special.”

  “Th-they are... Let’s just shop.” Tang let out a sigh as he dragged one of his feet across the ground.

  The pig frowned again. “Okay…”

  He hooked their arms together again as they made their way through the marketplace, he had to drag Tang around. It broke his heart to see Tang upset, Pigsy shouldn’t have asked about the love thing. Did this person reject Tang? He would go after them if he did.

  He nudged Tang. “Hey; why don’t we go to a bookstore after this?”

  Tang’s eyes quickly got back their usual shine. “Really?”

  “Yea, I’ll even pay for it.”

  Tang hugged him, the chef turned pink. “Thank you Pigsy!”

  “Yea, yea, yea.” He patted the scholar’s back awkwardly.

  The scholar beamed at him and grabbed Pigsy’s hand, quickly taking him to where they needed to go so they could go to the bookstore faster. It was a few minutes later that they had gotten everything they needed. He was checking the list just in case, when he finally looked up at Tang, he had sparkly eyes and a wide grin.

  “Is that everything?”

  “Yea, Tang.”

  “Perfect! Let’s go!” He pulled on the pig’s arm, the pig quickly having to grab a plastic bag he had left on the ground as he was being dragged away. The sound of crumpling plastic could be heard as Pigsy held tight to the bags, Tang maneuvered around various people on the street to get to the bookstore, holding on tight to the cook’s arm.

  “Tang! Slow down!” But Tang didn’t listen, he was too excited. How rare was it that Pigsy offered to pay for something? It was like a one in a million opportunity!

  Finally, they arrived at the bookstore, Tang had let go of Pigsy’s arm. Pigsy checked the bags to make sure nothing had fallen out and surprisingly, everything was still there. He narrowed his eyes at Tang or he was going to, if Tang hadn’t already entered the bookstore by himself. Pigsy pinched the bridge of his snout and walked inside.

  He looked around the bookstore, searching for him. He sighed, why did Tang have to go inside without him? Books were lined up against shelves with different labels like “romance,” “action,” and other genres and subjects. It was somewhat quiet, there were people chatting but in hushed tones. There were slight sounds of beeping from the checkout counters and the smell of coffee was lingering in the air from the coffee shop connected to the place.

  Pigsy kept searching for Tang until Tang came up to him and planted a bunch of books in his arms. “Tang!”

  “Carry those for me, okay?”

  “Why? Ya got arms!” He huffed and turned to go towards the checkout counter.

  “Wait, don’t buy yet! There’s more!”

  Pigsy sighed. “Do ya really need this many?”

  “Yes! You did say you would pay! So I’m buying as many interesting books as I can find!”

  “I’m gonna be broke after this.”

  “I promise I won’t spend that much.” He stroked the cook’s cheek.

  Pigsy suppressed a purr. “You’re a horrible, no-good dork.”

  Tang nudged him and winked. “Isn’t that why you like me?” The smile he gave Pigsy was blinding.

  The pig blushed. “Ye-yea.” Tang leaned in and kissed his cheek before going to look at more books. Pigsy let out a purr that he was holding and a lady approached him.

   “Awww, is that your boyfriend?” She asked. “You two look adorable together.”

   That made him turn even more red. “N-no. We’re just friends, sadly,” he mumbled.

   The lady gasped. “Really? Because you two seem like a couple. He did kiss you on the cheek after all.”

   “He’s just excited, I promised I would pay for this.”

   “That is so sweet of you! I wish you luck in your relationship!” Then she walked away.

   “Th-thanks.” He tried to hide his face in the cover of the books. What Pigsy didn’t know was Tang had been observing them, he hadn’t heard the conversation but from Pigsy’s red face, he could probably guess. He glared and continued to look around, ugh, he hated when the pig flirted with women. He found a few more books then stomped over to Pigsy, he put the books in his arms again, glaring at him.

   “I’m done,” he stated grumpily, his fists clenching into a ball. He wanted to punch something, the anger and envy overwhelming him.

  Pigsy stared at him with widened eyes. “Are ya okay, Tang?”

  “Why do you care?” He avoided staring at him. “Let’s just go pay for this then you can go flirt like you always do.”

  “What? Tang, are ya okay?”

  “Ugh, stop asking that! Since when do you care? Let’s go!” He demanded. He stomped to the counter with Pigsy following close behind with his eyebrow raised. What was his problem? He had been happy just a moment ago. They didn’t say a word as they stood in line, Tang avoided Pigsy’s gaze by looking down, his glasses shining to cover up his emotion as he crossed his arms.

  Eventually, they checked out and left the bookstore with Pigsy holding on the plastic bags with the groceries and books, not daring to speak to each other. Anytime, Pigsy attempted to place a hand on his shoulder, Tang would wave him off. It was making the pig incredibly concerned and irritated, couldn’t Tang just talk to him?!

  They reached the front door of their apartment. Pigsy dropped the plastic bags and pulled out his keys. He opened the door and opened the door gently. “Tang, could ya help me with the bags?” Tang simply huffed and walked inside.

  The pig scowled, picking up the bags, placing Tang’s books on their living room table then putting the grocery bags on the kitchen counter. Now, he was mad. He stomped towards Tang’s direction who had trudged to his room. He swung Tang’s door open, the scholar was reading a book on his bed, legs crossed. He glared at Pigsy. “Hey! Be careful with my door!”

  “WHAT IS WITH YOU? YOU’VE BEEN ACTIN’ WEIRD!”

  Tang gently shut his book, not taking his eyes off the pig. “WHY DO YOU CARE?”

  “BECAUSE YOU’RE MY FRIEND! BECAUSE WE LIVE TOGETHER!”

  “THAT DOESN’T MATTER! IT NEVER MATTERS TO YOU! WHY DON’T YOU GO FLIRT WITH SOMEONE? YOU ALWAYS DO THAT AND… and you ignore me…” Tang began sobbing and brought his knees up to his chest, putting his arms around his legs.

  Pigsy’s mouth went agape. He went to Tang’s side and started patting him on the back, sitting on the bed beside him. His heart broke at the sight, he wrapped his arms around him. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked in an unnaturally soft tone. “Have I been ignorin’ ya?”

  “N-no,” he replied muffled. “I’m just being an idiot. It’s not your fault. It’s- it’s nothing.”

  Pigsy lifted Tang’s chin up, tears still flowing from the scholar’s face. “Hey, don’t say that. Don’t call yourself an idiot. It’s not nothin’ if it’s makin’ ya so upset. Your feelings are important to me. What’s wrong?”

  Tang buried his face into the chef’s chest. “I… just…” He shook his head. “It’s nothing. I’m sorry, Pigsy.”

  “It’s not nothin’, Tang. I care about ya, okay? So if something’ is makin’ ya upset then I want to know. Have I been ignorin’ ya? Because I haven’t, Tang. Ya always my full attention.”

  The scholar bitterly laughed. “How can you say that when I see you flirt? It’s like every time your eyes land on someone, I don’t exist. I want your eyes to land on me, just one time, please just let your eyes land on me,” he whispered, clutching onto the chef’s clothes and closed his eyes as more tears continued to appear.

  “Tang, what are ya tryin’ to say?”

  “I’m in love with you,” Tang screamed. “Gods, why are you so oblivious?” Pigsy opened his mouth to say something before closing it. His mind was swimming, Tang was in love with him? Is that why he was so mad earlier? He didn’t know what to say. The lack of response made Tang quickly got off the bed. “I’ll- I’ll leave. You clearly don’t feel the same way.” He made his way towards the door when he was pulled back, a gasp escaped his lips, he felt something around his waist. He looked down and saw the pig’s arms. “Let me go!”

  “Calm down.” Pigsy buried his face in the scholar’s shoulder.

  “Why? You don’t feel the same way!”

  “Who said that? Who lied to you?” He demanded.

  “No one. It’s obvious. After all you were flirting with that woman earlier.”

  “Is that what ya think I was doin’? Tang, she came up to me to tell us that we were a cute couple. I promise.”

  Tang let out a breath of relief. “I’m an idiot.”

  “You might be an idiot but you’re my idiot. I love ya. I’m sorry I never said that before. Ya always have my attention. I love the way your eyes sparkle when ya get excited about somethin’, I love how smart ya are, I love that no matter what ya stay, ya stay with me.”

  “Of course I stay, I could never leave you. You are my everything. You make me laugh and you’re a big softie. I always stole a bowl of noodles to get your attention. If you love me then why did I always see you flirt?”

  “Because I always thought ya were never interested. I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you.”

  “You better!” He shifted his body to face Pigsy, blushes on both their faces. Their eyes glancing at each other’s lips.

  “Can I kiss ya, Tang?” Pigsy asked.

  “Yes, you can. You can always kiss me.” Pigsy beamed and pressed a kiss against Tang’s lips, it was gentle, them taking their time as they clinged to one another until they separated and touched foreheads. “Wow, that was perfect.”

  “Ye-yea. I love you, my freeloader.”

  “I love you too, Pigsy. Sorry for earlier.”

  “It’s fine. Ya can always come to me when ya feel that way. I love ya.”

  “Love you, you big softie.” He nudged Pigsy, a wide smile on his face.

  “Want to help me with dinner?”

  “Sure. Maybe I’ll steal something while we cook.” He winked and headed off to the kitchen.

  “Hey!” Pigsy shouted and began chasing Tang. Tang laughed as he ran, Pigsy caught up to him and carried him into his arms. “You’re a dork.”

   “And you’re a softie,” he replied and gave him another kiss, this one lasting longer than the last. The lady was right, they are an adorable couple after all.

[roselen-mylady]

In Another Life

Bucky Barnes x reader ° part thirteen

Summary: Waiting 88 years to find your soulmate? It was cruel. But it was a cruel fate Bucky would have to face whether he accepted it or not. Bucky was a tortured man all his life and he wasn't even granted the solace of having his soulmate at his side. All he had was the promise of one in another life. They were separated by two different times.

But the pain in their lives were connected.

Y/n had been alone ever since she could remember. All she could depend on was the soulmate that was destined to be at her side. Yet when the snap occured she lost him.

And Bucky never got to meet her.

When Y/n awoke that morning there was nothing. No terrifying nightmare leaving her in a cold sweat. No hot tears streaking her cheeks as her guilt seeped free of her subconscious. There was only a vague tiredness that came with just waking up and as she slowly gained awareness, she'd realized what had awoken her. 

Bucky's arm had latched around her waist in his sleep, the vibranium piece chilling her warmed flesh. She'd been mostly used to the feeling but some nights, especially colder ones where he left his arms atop the covers before drawing them back to her, she found the sensation shocking but pleasant. If anything it was a reminder of him and his frozen past she was thawing more and more each day. 

Her fingers overlapped his own, entangling their hands together as she shifted herself to face him. His eyes moved under their lids, some dream that would soon be forgotten playing in his head as he slept. It was peaceful watching the way his chest rose and fell or the way his lips slightly parted with each breath. Admiring the way his lashes barely brushed his cheeks as he stirred, imagining the sea of blue that was hidden from her. 

He was beautiful. A kind of beautiful that wasn't shared with the world but a beautiful that was obvious to those around him. A beauty that started in his heart and seeped to each of his features. A beautiful person. 

"You okay?" His voice was gruff with sleep and his eyes barely peeked open enough to see her. The question was followed by a long yawn he tried rather pathetically to stop along with the small jerk as he moved closer into her side. 

She nodded, smiling lovingly as her hand came to his face, running her palm along his cheek. "I'm fine, go back to sleep." She lulled, her hand trailing up to his short strands and lightly brushing her nails against his scalp. 

He leaned into her touch for a moment before sleep took him once more. Sleep had always been something touch and go with them. But tonight it was granted and she couldn't shake the feeling that it was a small mercy for whatever they had to face in the future. 

But she refused to allow her thoughts to keep her up. 

And as she drifted off to sleep once more she promised herself that the only thing she'd let wake her up in the middle of the night would be the cold limb of her love.  

••• 

When Y/n awoke again, her head was on Bucky's chest. His breaths were steady but faster than usual sleep would allow so she knew he was awake, probably exploring the new tech she'd put on his phone, fascinated by the advances of 2024. 

Moving her hand across his bare chest, she could feel the shape of the muscle there, firm with years of use. Pulling her hand closer toward herself, she could feel the raised scar tissue where they'd attached his arm. She traced the skin there, his arm coming to rub her back as he eased her out of her sleepy daze. 

Morning Bucky was a sight to behold. It was like his past hadn't quite caught up with him yet and she could only imagine it was the same for herself. It was like they were still dreaming and this particular morning she wanted to do everything in her power to stay there with him. But Bucky was unaware of such plans. 

"You have a meeting in an hour." His words rumbled through his chest and Y/n sighed, half heartedly glaring at him from her lazy position across his torso. 

"You're really killing the mood." She hummed, burying herself further into his chest as his metal thumb brushed along her shoulder. There was a soft thud on the bedside table and Y/n guessed he'd set down his phone before moving his other arm to hold her as he chuckled. 

"What mood?" He questioned. Y/n didn't even have to look up at him, already picturing his amused but Loving smile.  

"The 'sunlight pouring in through the window while laying in the arms of the man you love' mood. In this scenario, they don't usually remind each other of nonsensical things such as meetings." She explained, earning another laugh from him. 

"Well, I'll keep that in mind for next time." He promised. A mock gasp slipped from her lips and she dramatically propped herself up, looking at him with playful eyes. 

"Next time? After killing the mood like this? Who do you think you are?" She couldn't help the smile that spread across her lips as his eyes mimicked her own teasing manner. 

"The man that you love." He answered rather matter of factly. Her cheeks burned at his words but she was too prideful to let him win, even in banter. 

So in a cunning and mischievous turn of events, she leaned forward, capturing his lips in a lingering kiss. Their lips moved slow, in no rush for anything but themselves as his hands came to grip her waist. There was a type of passion behind the kiss. It was like a fire but not the type that was fast and destructive. It wasn't wild and certainly showed no sign of going out anytime soon. 

It was the type of fire that started slow but once it was started, it burned throughout the night. The kind that kept warm and persistent despite strong winds. A slow burn. A burn Y/n hoped would never go out. 

"You're playing dirty." Bucky breathed as she pulled away, his lips still parted as if expecting her lips to return to his own once more. 

"I thought you liked that." She retorted making him shake his head. 

"As much as I'd like to lay here with you all day, we both have places to be." He changed the subject quickly. Y/n smiled knowing she'd won but nodded in agreement. Like Bucky had so kindly reminded her, she had a meeting with Pepper about budget and as much as she hated it, she needed to attend. 

Reluctantly she climbed off of him, allowing him to get up with a long stretch. His sweatpants had sunk a little, just hanging on his hip bones as he walked and while she would gladly watch him walk the rest of his way to the closet, his phone buzzed beside her making her turn her gaze away. 

"Sam's texting you." Y/n called after sparing a glance at the notification reading 'Bird Brain'. It was a weak insult but Bucky was pretty proud of it so the name seemed to stick despite Sam's protests. 

"Can you answer him, please?" Bucky replied, the quiet shifting of hangers following as he searched for something to wear. 

She stretched, detangling herself from the covers before reaching over and grabbing his phone. He didn't have a password which Y/n had advised him against but he didn't seem to listen. Her tech was secure though so she wasn't too worried. Powering it on, she smiled softly at the picture of them he had set as his screen.

"He says he wants you to meet him for coffee. Is that code for something? Is that a mission?" She called, a little excited with the idea of a mission. He'd never allowed her to go with them before, something about not being hired by the government or some nonsense she didn't feel like listening to. 

"I think Sam's just got a bit of a caffeine addiction." Bucky chuckled, tugging on his jeans and coming to sit on the bed as he slipped on his socks and shoes. 

She frowned playfully, a little disappointed that she wouldn't be able to try the new addition to her suit, an advancement she fondly called, 'Hellraiser'. 

"I can drop you off at the Tower before I go meet him. That is, if you actually get dressed." Bucky smiled, nudging her leg as he stood back up. He was a morning person and for that she had to condemn him but he had his moments, such as always waking her in time for work. 

"I'm gonna shower real quick. Don't leave without me, I wanted to show you what Peter and I have been working on." She explained, climbing up from the bed and rushing off to the bathroom. 

Bucky watched her go, smiling at his stolen clothing on her body as he stood and grabbed his phone. He made his way down stairs to the kitchen, swiping through the news app as he did. He tried his best to ignore the news like Y/n told him but sometimes he gave in, sparing a glance at what the media had to say about him. 

But before he could read any of the articles, a small white puff of fur pounced in front of him, nearly making him fall down the stairs in an effort to avoid it. 

"Alpine!" He cried, a little annoyed but mostly worried for the safety of their kitten. She was a little ball of pure marshmallow and while she seemed too adorable to be the menace she was, Bucky saw through her act, narrowing his eyes on her. 

"You're gonna get stepped on one of these days." He frowned, trying in vain to not let her curious, blue gaze melt his heart. 

However he eventually gave in and with a sigh he leaned down, plucking her from the ground and letting her sit in the crook of his arm, her little paws hanging over his shoulder. With his only obstacle now secure in his arm, he slipped his phone into his pocket and continued to the kitchen. 

The sun had just begun to rise, flooding the space in an orange glow. It was peaceful, a peace Bucky had grown used to in the six months Y/n and him had been together. He knew that was only a short period of time but after all the time they'd been without each other, it almost seemed like they were moving too slow. He would've married her the moment he met her if he could but he knew he didn't have to for her to be his. They needed each other and he was sure there wasn't a thing on Earth that could tear them apart. 

The smell of coffee wafted through the air and Bucky smiled, setting Alpine down on the counter and grabbing her bowl. She meowed impatiently, the tiny little sound making him chuckle as he poured some of her food into the bowl. "Oh, I know. Life is so hard having to wait for one of us to feed you every morning." He spoke to her sarcastically. She ignored him, burying her face in her bowl as his hand came to pet her back, running along the soft fur rhythmically.

Soon the coffee machine beeped, a freshly brewed pot of coffee steaming and ready to go. But before Bucky could reach over and pour the cups he'd set out, Y/n slid in next to him, pouring them for him. 

"I thought you were going to be late." Bucky remarked, sparing a glance at the clock as he tugged her into his chest playfully. She giggled, shaking her head as she leaned into his touch, brushing an arm past him to pet Alphine.  

"Me? Late? Doesn't sound like me." She replied, pecking his lips hastily before pulling away. Her hair was still wet and her make-up was fresh along with her perfume. He felt a little shabby next to her, his hair still ruffled with sleep and his shirt wrinkled. 

The suit she wore was her favorite, charcoal and pinstripe, reminding him almost of the mock gangsters of his time from the movies. Her pants were fitting around her waist and loosened toward her legs, making her appear taller, more powerful. It was flattering on her but that wasn't what attracted his attention. 

Instead it was her chest. She wore a matching vest along with a similar blazer folded over her arm, ready to wear. The vest came down in a deep V and there were no sleeves, exposing much of her skin and most of her scars. 

The purple marks spanned out from her heart like lightning and while he believed it to be graceful and unique, she often didn't share his opinion. He admired them nonetheless. It reminded him of her strength. Her courage. Reminded him why he loved her. 

"Uh huh, so that time we were two hours late to our own gala...that wasn't you?" He countered. Y/n sipped her cup, humming as she quickly swallowed to further argue her case. 

"Nope. Now come on, you're gonna make us late." She teased, slipping on her blazer and grabbing her cup. He followed her actions, sparing one more scratch to Alpine's head before pacing after her down to the first floor. 

"These damned heels." She groaned, pausing momentarily to adjust them as they made their way to the door. He chuckled at her predicament, plucking the keys from the hook as she walked out onto the street. 

"Why are you wearing them if they're such torture devices?" Bucky raised his brow at her, grabbing his coat and stepping out onto the street with her. It was a quiet morning and people were just barely beginning to stir out of their homes, heading off to work or dropping off kids at school. 

"They were a gift from Wanda and they're gorgeous. Leave me alone so I can suffer in peace as I wear them in." Bucky chuckled at her reply, slipping into the driver's seat and placing his coffee in the cup holder as she did the same. 

The drive to the Tower was short on good days. And as they drove Bucky realized that it happened to be one of those days. The drive was long enough for conversation but spared the stressful traffic that usually came with morning commutes. 

"Hey, I was gonna drop by and pick up Peter from school today." Y/n mentioned, putting on her earpiece as they drove. 

Bucky nodded absently, his focus half on the truck beside them that didn't seem to know how to drive. "Ok. Does he need a ride or something? I could stop by on the way home." He offered, knowing Y/n would have to cancel a meeting or two to get him. Y/n shook her head, waving a dismissive hand. 

"Nah, he said he wanted an appearance from Iron Star. He wanted to impress a girl or something." She explained, seeming a bit distracted as something played through her earpiece.

"Ah." Bucky replied, remembering vaguely of his advice to the boy. Of course he'd meant approach her through his alter ego but Bucky supposed having Iron Star show up at his school would definitely attract the attention of the feminist girl he was head over heels for. 

"I told him that MJ would admire his personality and intelligence rather than his connections but he didn't seem to think so." Y/n continued, sending a glance toward her soulmate. 

He chuckled, knowing he'd been caught. "Can you blame him? He's a 17 year old boy who thinks the best part of him is Spider-Man. He's young and still figuring himself out. He's still figuring out women." 

"Figuring out women?" Y/n raised a brow at this. Bucky gave her a look.

"Well, doll, when I was Peter's age I wasn't exactly the smooth talker you know today." He teased. She shook her head with a laugh, muting whatever she was listening to.  

"Is that so?" 

"God honest truth." Bucky replied, smiling as her hand slipped into his free one. 

"So what exactly changed?" Y/n asked, loving the stories he'd tell her. It was like listening to a very young looking grandfather and as weird as it sounded, she often enjoyed it. 

"Well, you, actually. When I was young I never sought after girls cause I knew I'd have you. But when I got my countdown…" He trailed off, both knowing the rest. Y/n knew he was still sore but he was a lot better then he had been. At least that's what Steve had told her. 

"Maybe we should stop for breakfast." Y/n suggested, trying to take his mind off of the thing that had haunted him most his life. 

However Bucky shook his head at this, giving her a soft smile. "No, I don't want to make you late. Shouldn't keep Pepper waiting." He explained, squeezing her hand lovingly. Y/n smiled at him, knowing he was right. 

If only they had stopped. 

When they arrived at the Tower it was 7 a.m. and the place was beginning to flood with people. As he pulled up on the street in front of the building, a man he recognized as one of Y/n's employees walked toward them, offering to park for him. 

Bucky thought nothing of it, as the younger man had done it for them every day. Instead he climbed out, handing the man the keys and walking around to open Y/n's door. She smiled at him, placing her hand in his as she stepped out onto the street. 

Once in the building, Y/n was greeted by the secretary along with a few other employees who usually saw her in the mornings. It was normal and Bucky even got a few 'hellos' of his own. 

They made their way to the elevator, a private one that led straight to the top floor. It was a penthouse of sorts with three floors separate from the rest of the building and while Pepper explained that they could move into this space, Y/n decided to instead turn it into a lounge for employees. Something about their job being just as hard as hers. 

She kept the top floor for her office along with a meeting room for her discussions with Pepper. But the rest of the penthouse space was for employees. Bucky was glad she'd arranged it like so. He quite liked their home in Brooklyn. 

Y/n tapped her earpiece lightly as they headed up, her gaze distant and her body tense. A holographic headset had appeared around her and Bucky caught a glimpse of what she'd been looking at last, what had distressed her so.  

Omega. 

Yet before he could say anything, she swiped it all away, bringing up blueprints for what she'd been working on with Peter. 

"So what happens when too much electricity builds up in one place?" She questioned him suddenly as the elevator dinged, stepping out with him at her side. 

"It overloads?" He replied, unsure. 

"Yes, exactly." She pointed a finger at him, smiling excitedly as she turned back to the hologram. Swiping away the top blueprint she was able to bring up a chart, enlarging it for them both. "Now the energy in the stones is similar to electricity and this is how much energy from each of the stones is in my heart." Y/n started, beginning up the stairs as he studied it. 

Each of the stones were on the chart, most with small percentages, which would've put him at ease if he hadn't seen which stones had the greater percentage. 

The Power Stone was the greatest. By her calculations there was enough in her to level New York. And if that wasn't concerning enough, the second biggest energy source in her was the Soul Stone, the one stone they didn't truly understand. 

"Why are you showing me this?" He asked, his voice low and troubled. Rather than answer him, Y/n simply pulled up another image, one that made them both stop halfway up the staircase. "Is that-?" 

"Yeah. It is." A joyful smile graced her lips as he stared at her in disbelief. They nearly fell down the stairs as Bucky crashed into her, hugging her like it was the first time. They let out an airy laugh as relief washed through them both. She would be okay. And Bucky was grateful. 

"What are we doing here? We should go to Bruce and have the procedure done now." Bucky demanded, grabbing her hand and beginning to make his way down the stairs. 

"Whoa there, hotch." Y/n chuckled, not moving from her step. Bucky looked back at her stunned. "It's still a prototype, genius. That's part of the reason I'm going to get Peter today." 

Bucky frowned a little but understood her explanation. He was just so worried. And she knew that. "Buck, look at me." She told him, pulling him closer to her, meeting eye to eye as he stood a few steps below her. Her tender hands came to hold his face, looking at him sternly as her thumbs brushed his cheek. 

"I know how important this is, trust me, I do. But I'll survive one more day. I need to do this right or else the energy may react badly. Okay?" She spoke softly, her eyes searching his for acceptance. 

Eventually he gave in, ducking his head further into her palms, kissing one gently. "Alright." He sighed softly, looking back up at her. "Tomorrow." 

"Tomorrow." Y/n confirmed, leaning in carefully and pressing the tenderest of kisses to his lips. He kissed her back but she pulled away too soon upon catching sight of Corey arriving on the floor. Her assistant caught sight of them, making her way over as the two parted. 

"Ms. L/n, I have those files you asked for." She told her, handing Y/n a stack of papers. Y/n nodded, smiling gratefully at Corey. 

"Thank you." Y/n looked at her watch before sending a quick glance to the conference room. "Any word from Pepper? I was sure she'd be here before me." Y/n wondered, watching as Corey checked the tablet in her arms. 

"Ms. Potts is running a bit late. She's asked me to tell you to prep without her." Corey replied. Y/n sighed, a little worried about how the meeting would go with the advisors without Pepper's help but she figured it wasn't anything she couldn't handle. She was the owner of the company after all. 

"Alright, thank you." Y/n smiled, turning and beginning to make her way up the steps once more. Corey nodded, heading the other direction as Bucky followed Y/n. But then suddenly Y/n stopped, turning back to Corey. 

"And Corey?" 

The assistant stopped, facing Y/n with her eyebrows pulling into a look of confusion. Y/n paused a moment, calculating her words carefully. 

"Good morning." She settled on, giving up on the words she'd wanted to say. 

Corey's look of confusion morphed into a shocked one and a hint of a forced smile began to emerge on her face. It was like she hadn't been expecting to smile and for that she seemed more annoyed than cheerful. 

"Good morning, ma'am." 

And with that she left, heading off to attend to other matters within the Tower that needed her attention. Y/n watched her leave, her eyes trained on the woman's every move. 

A feeling she didn't want to acknowledge settled in her gut but she ignored it, instead sharing a look with Bucky and making it the rest of the way to her office. 

"Did something happen with you and Corey?" Bucky asked suddenly. Y/n chewed her lip knowing nothing got past her soulmate. It was a troublesome feature but definitely had it's advantages. 

"Nothing important." She sighed, not daring to face him. He read her too easily. "Don't you have to meet up with Sam?" Bucky scoffed at her question, moving to follow her to her desk. 

"He'll be fine without me for a little while." Bucky ignored her nonsensical worries, taking hold of her hand once it was freed of the papers she'd set down. "Hey, what's the matter?" 

Y/n reluctantly looked up at him, unconsciously leaning into him as he stood before her. "What's going on? Is it Omega?" He asked tenderly, not wanting to upset her. She frowned, opening her mouth to reply. 

But something behind him caught her gaze and all the air vanished from her lungs. Then suddenly all the bad feelings she'd been getting that morning made sense. "Get down!" She screamed a moment too late. 

Before Bucky could even process what she'd said, heat enclosed them, flooding through the room. Flames rampaged around them but Y/n could hardly notice as they were sent flying back toward the window. 

All she could see was Bucky as the impact struck him. And only one thought ran through her head. 

Omega. 

•••

Just moments ago, CEO of R.E.S.T.O.R.E., Y/n L/n and her rumored soulmate, James Buchanan Barnes became the latest victims in the recent chain of bombings linked to the notorious Omega, a believed terrorist. The exact number of casualties in this horrific event is unclear but it is believed that Ms. L/n and Mr. Barnes have been confirmed dead. 

•••six months before•••

"Are you sure she's ready for that? I know well enough to trust Stark's plans but she's still young. Are you sure you want to put that kind of responsibility on her?" Fury asked, staring at the lake. The woman they spoke of was strong and definitely too intelligent for her own good. But was she ready for the world to depend on her? Was she ready to rebuild it from the ground up? 

"We don't have a choice. And honestly I don't think I'd choose anyone else. I trust Tony and I trust her. She'll figure it out, she just needs our help." Pepper replied, sending a glance back to her daughter who sat on the porch with Happy. 

"This isn't about trust. This is about capability. Trust me, I know how much she's grown over the last decade but that doesn't mean she's ready. The world isn't exactly gonna accept her help with open arms. If anything, she'll become a target for the backlash." Fury sighed, this eye patch squeaking in protest as he furrowed his brows. 

Pepper frowned, knowing he was right. The world was cruel and despite all they'd done for the world, their mistakes were all that the world seemed to see. And unfortunately as the world began anew, Y/n would be the main figure for that anger. 

"Then she'll need our help more than ever." 

Part fourteen

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[detroitbydark]

My favorite Haz prompt is Haz walking in on reader masturbating and fantasizing about him, but I'm not sure if I sent that one to you yet or not. I've sent it to a lot of people lol

Hey Love! You haven’t asked me yet and it really is one of my favorite smutty tropes. I did go a little off plan with this. I hope it’s not too disappointing. 

Title: Singing in the Shower

Pairing: Roommate!Haz/Reader

Warnings: female nudity, female masturbation, pining

Word Count: 1500+

A/N: This is loosely based off of the story of how my brother scared my sister-in-law while she was taking a shower and she fell and blew her knee out. 

You were at your wits end. Harrison’s schedule had synched up with yours and he’d been home every minute you were for two weeks. Two weeks of seeing his shirtless chest and low riding joggers in the morning. Two weeks of hearing him warbling off-key to whatever new playlist he’d just made. Two weeks of walking into the living room of your shared flat to see his long frame stretched out and relaxed on the couch, his thumb tucked into the waistband of his jeans. 

You loved Harrison. You really did. Legitimately. That was the problem. A mutual friend had set you up with Harrison when he’d been in need of a new room mate. You’d needed a new place to stay and his flat was beautiful with tons of natural light and a price you could afford without having to sell your plasma. You weren’t prepared to fall for your roommate. He made it so easy with his soft smile and his silly antics. His propensity for bringing you home take away when he’d known you’d had a rough day and sweets when your period started had only gotten you there faster. He was a goof and thoughtful and sexy. You were doomed as soon as you’d moved in.  

You had your first dream about him a month after you’d moved in. It was full of innocent kisses and soft embraces but things progressed quickly from there as your waking mind caught up with your nocturnal one. Erotic dreams of Harrison had become a regular occurrence only leading to having to take care of the arousal on awaking and having to add batteries to your bi weekly shopping list.

You weren’t a screamer by any means but you couldn’t help the soft sounds you made as your fingers stroked between your folds and you brought yourself off. It was all well and good with Harrison at work but, with him home, you were terrified the thin walls between your rooms would give you away. You hadn’t gotten off in two weeks and you felt like you were ready to implode.

You curl up on the couch in oversized sleep pants and a tank top with a cup of coffee pressed warming between your palms. It was Saturday and you had nowhere to be and all day to get there. You were thoroughly enjoying your lazy morning as Harrison exited his room, airpods in his ears and a black hoodie in place. 

“Going for a run, Love. Want to come?”

You let out a low laugh. He knew better than to ask you to do anything physical before 10 am. You waved him off.

“Think I’m going to take a shower. Maybe clean up a little bit around here.”

Harrison shrugs and throws you a cheeky smile before he heads to the door. 

You wait approximately two minutes before you’re in the bathroom. You que up your speaker while you start the shower. Clothes are shucked unceremoniously and you slip quickly under the hot spray.  Dream Harrison had taken you up against the shower wall last night and you’d been thinking about it since you’d woken. You’d been uncomfortably wet for over an hour. With Harrison out of the house on a run, you were going to take advantage of the free time to see the dream to completion. Closing your eyes you let hot water beat over your face, the water slicking your hair back as your hands run up over your stomach, the tips of your fingers circling around the pebbled peaks of your nipples. You try to think of what Harrison’s long calloused fingers would feel like as you pinch one nipple, rolling it between your fingers enjoying the spike of arousal that shoots straight to your core. You imagine the cocky smile Harrison would shoot you as you whimper his name into the stream of water. Your other hand brushes your hair back over your shoulder as you imagine Haz’s lips along your shoulder. Would he use his teeth and nip at your neck?  In this fantasy he does. 

The hand not fondling your breasts slips down between your thighs, stroking through sopping, slick folds. Fantasy Harrison murmurs praise in your ear as your back arches. 

“So sweet for me, love. So ready for me, aren’t you?”

You can’t help but moan “Yes, Haz, please…” Your fingers rubs your clit in smooth, quick circles. You’ve been so turned on since the moment you awoke that you know it won’t take long. You imagine fantasy Harrison turning you toward the shower wall, placing your hands against the wall while his hands rest on your hips and he lines up with your cunt. When he slides inside you, your fingers circle your clit faster. Your climax is quickly approaching as you start gasping out Harrison’s name. Every muscle in your body is tense as you feel your body gripping at what you can only imagine. You’re so close. So close…

“BOO!”

Harrison’s voice cuts through your fantasy. Your foot stays planted while your knee attempts to turn. You cry out as you feel something in your knee pop and you crumple to the shower floor.

Everything happens so quickly. Harrison is pulling the curtain back and you’re yelling at him to go as you clutch at your knee. Water pelts Harrison’s back as he tries to figure out how to help you up. His eyes are wide and full of concern.

“Christ Haz!” you shriek trying to cradle your knee and cover your tits. “Turn the water off! Get me a towel!” You can see the moment when he realizes that you’re naked and his cheeks flush bright red as he turns to shut the water off and drapes a fluffy white towel across you. He’s still standing one foot in the tub, one out, hovering over you. You’re both breathing heavy as you try to stand. You suck in a sharp breath as pain shoots up your leg. You turn your eyes up to Harrison whose hands are hovering, trying to figure out if he should touch you or not.

“What the hell were you thinking?” You whine.

Harrison shrugs pathetically. “I forgot my card. I was gonna grab some of those chocolate croissants you like from the bakery on the way back. I heard you say my name! I thought you knew I’d come in” Harrison looks at you apologetically. “If you didn’t know I was home, why were you saying my name?!”

You can feel your face heating up as he continues to watch you, he’s gaze becoming curious. There was no way in hell you were going to admit that he’d caught you masturbating. 

You do the mature thing. 

You change the subject.

“I think I messed up my knee up” you let some of the pain your feeling bleed into your voice.  It’s distraction enough for the time being as the pair of you try to figure out how to get you out of the shower. After trying to pull you up by your arms and trying to let you do it by yourself Harrison lets out a frustrated grunt. 

“I’m gonna just pick you up.”

“Oh hell no you’re not.” You growl incredulously. You watch him roll his eyes as he rubs a hand through his dripping hair. He pulls his hoodie over his head and tosses it in the corner. It lands with a wet smack. His white under armor clings to his chest.

“Shut up, Y/N and let me help you.” 

You glare for a moment. Harrison raises an eyebrow, daring you to challenge him. A deep sigh escapes your lungs as you attempt to readjust the towel before you give him a nod. He lifts you gently, only bobbling for a second as his arm sweeps under your legs for support. Your arms go around his neck instinctively and you hide your face against his chest.

When he sets you on your bed you think that’s it but he grabs one of your sports bras and tees from your dresser. He tosses them your way before he slips out of the room. You pull the clothes on quickly. He comes back with a pair of his sweats and a dry towel. He’s pulled his wet shirt off. Your knee is the only thing that keeps you from actively drooling over your roommate.

“I figured it’d be easier for you to get my sweats on.” He moves behind you and starts toweling at your hair. “We’re going to get you checked out by the doctor.” 

You try to argue but you decide against it as he gently works the towel over your hair. You manage to get his sweats up over your legs and hips. He was right. His sweats fit much easier over your rapidly swelling knee. You both sit quietly. 

“So,” he begins nervously, “I can only think of one good reason you’d be saying my name when you thought I wasn’t around.”

You bite your lip hard. Glancing across the room you can see him watching your reflection in your mirror, his blue eyes don’t leave yours.

“Harrison…” you should just own up to it. You should tell him.

“Yeah, love?”

“Think I’m ready to head to the hospital now.”

[mrsrhys23]

Be alright (chapter five)

Paring: Colt x MC

A/N: All characters belong to Pixelberry. Thank you so much @desireepow-1986 for Helping me!

“So that’s it?” You’re really doing this?”

“That’s it,” she shrugged. “We’re over.”

The pair of them stood in shocked silence. Ellie could hear her heart thudding in her rib cage, like it was going to burst right out of it. Colt prayed that he’d just misheard her. Yes, he was a prick, he’d made an unbelievable amount of dick moves but...he loved her. More than he’d ever loved anyone.

Colt looked up from the floor to her. “You’re really doing this then?” He asked, tears glistening in his eyes. Colt rarely cried over anything, that was just his hard, bad boy facade.

For a long sickening moment she thought that she was making a mistake but...it was the right thing to do. Deep down she knew that. Ellie shook her head, banishing the thought as she gathered enough strength, enough resolve to lock eyes with him. “That’s it,” her voice was quiet, maybe a little defeated as she spoke. “Now get out.”

Colt stayed fixed in place. He opened his mouth to speak but decided against it and shut it again. Ellie looked back up from the floor seeing he’d made no attempt to move whatsoever.

“GET OUT!” She screamed at him, any sense of vulnerability that was laced there when she had just spoken was gone, not a trace left. He- they had both royally fucked up and any hope of recovering from this was gone. “Just get out,” she said, quietly this time but still loud enough for Colt to still be able to hear.

Colt unexpectedly decided not to fight back Ellie's decision and left without another word.

********

It had been three weeks, three agonisingly long weeks without each other. It was funny now Ellie thought about it, they hadn't spent a day without each other for a year. He was just always there, someone she could rely on, someone to lean on when things got hard...he was her crutch when her world felt like it was crumbling, but now he wasn’t there anymore.

It was almost like a piece of her was missing, like a chasm in her chest that she knew only he could seemingly fill.

“Get up!” Riya ordered, pushing into Ellie’s room, avoiding the clothes, used plates and other random items that lay scattered across her bedroom floor. Riya opened the curtains with a flourish letting that harsh light pour in, temporarily blinding her and just earning a lazy groan from Ellie as she retreated further under her blankets, shielding the light completely.

“Ellie,” Riya said, Ellie not missing the frustration laced in her voice as her covers was yanked off of her. Ellie let out an aggravated groan as she curled herself into a ball, putting her hands over her closed eyes to further shield them from the blinding sunlight.

She felt the bed dip as Riya took a seat beside her, leaning against the headboard. “You can’t hide from the world forever.”

“I can and I will,” she insisted.

“Ellie....He’s one boy in a whole world of others. There’s other fish in the sea as they say. Maybe you should get yourself back out there?” Ellie sat up slightly, leaning on her elbows to give her best friend a death glare. “...Maybe not then. You can’t just stay cooped up in here all day, you look awful-”

“Thanks,” Ellie mumbled.

“Seriously when was the last time you showered?” Riya continued.

“You really know how to make a girl feel special, don't you?” Ellie snapped.

“El-”

“No,” she interrupted, “I- I don’t want to ‘get myself back out there’, it hasn't even crossed my mind. I don't need the break up speech where you say it’s gonna get better or i’m gonna find someone else, okay? I’d rather just stay here and wallow in my own self pity, okay?”

Riya sighed, climbing off of her bed and turning to look down at her, “Ellie...you need to move on, sooner or later, it’s been three weeks.”

“I know,” she shrugged, “Can you pass me back my blanket on your way out, please?”

Riya scoffed, making her disapproval known as she sauntered toward the door, throwing Ellie back her blanket before leaving, closing the door more harshly than she originally intended to.

Ellie turned over onto her side and grabbed her phone from her bedside table. She brought it to her face, pressing the home button to illuminate the screen. She felt her heart pang when she saw the photo of herself and Colt.

She felt her heart pang with...something, this was a feeling she had never felt before. She felt almost...empty, lost. Colt for her was the glimmer of light at the end of the long dark tunnel, guiding her safely out from it when the darkness threatened to drown her, but now there was no light at the end, nothing to anchor her down when her mind began to run with the hard thoughts, nothing to help fight off her demons and so the darkness could finally get its claws in.

**********

He sat in a bar...again. He’d been at the garage all day, the one place that once granted him tranquillity no longer did, because it reminded him of her. Everything did. She was a constant thought in his mind and it was driving him insane. She wasn’t his anymore, she was...nothing to him now. Just somebody he used to know.

He sat on a stool by the bar, a pint clutched in his hand, a wave of emotion washed over him but receded.

It had been a couple weeks now and he wasn’t over it. He doubted he ever would be.

Something in his peripheral vision caught his attention, he turned to see a blonde woman, wearing a tight black dress, now standing beside him.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” She asked. There was no preamble, no niceties of an introduction, just went straight in.

Colt opened his mouth to speak then shut it again. She was looking at him quizzically so he just answered. “I-no. No, I don’t,” Colt stuttered. It felt like someone had struck him in the chest with a dagger and was twisting it. Just another reminder that he had lost they only thing that he ever really loved.

“What’s your name?” She asked. It was an innocent question but Colt had an inkling that somehow it was more than that.

“I’m interested,” Colt insisted and he truly wasn’t. She was pretty, he wouldn't deny that.

“Fine,” She shrugged. He expected her to...fight him on this somehow, to object, maybe she was playing a mind game, trying to make him drop his guard ever so slightly so he’d give in. She was the type of girl Colt was certain that even if he had said he had a girlfriend she just would’ve carried on. “But tell me your name.”

“Colt. What’s yours?” Why are you humouring her?

“Carrie,” she said, biting at the bottom of her lip. She pulled up a stool to sit beside him.

It was going to be a long night and frankly he couldn't be bothered to head to another bar, he liked this one, he was content and some random girl wasnt going to change that.

“So are you from LA?” She asked, sipping at her drink that Colt hadn't noticed she had ordered. Some people just don’t understand no, do they?

“Yeah,” Colt mumbled. “You?” he asked, purely out of politeness.

“I’m actually from Brooklyn. I moved here a few years ago…” For god's sake, he didn't need her life story but he had a sneaking suspicion that even if he objected to hearing it, she’d continue. “I’m trying to become a model, I can act too. My dad-”

Rich dad, called it- he thought. He drowned the rest of it out.

She's annoying. You know when you want the ground to just open up and swallow you whole? Yeah, that’s how Colt felt. It was getting hard to drown her whiny- and it was whiny, voice out.

************

Riya somehow had managed to get Ellie out of bed after once again stealing her blankets. She climbed out, her bare feet meeting the plush cream carpet beneath her. A piece of hair had seemed to become a permanent fixture to the side of her cheek, stuck on by whether sweat or drool. She gingerly ripped it off and headed to the bathroom.

After she had done her business, Ellie headed into the kitchen to see Riya making them both a drink. She leaned against the countertop, crossing her arms over her chest.

“You know I care about you, right?” Riya asked, placing Ellie’s coffee down beside her and then sat down on a stool against the breakfast counter.

“I never said you didn't,” Ellie mumbled, picking up her mug, blowing on the hot liquid before taking a sip.

Riya did the same, then looked up from her mug to her best friend. “Break-ups… suck there’s no other way to put it but-”

“I don't want to talk about it.”

“Okay,” Riya nodded. She knew Ellie well enough to know when to drop something. Even though she knew they needed to have this conversation sooner or later. “I was gonna order a pizza, do you want some?” Ellie shook her head as she sipped at her drink. “Don’t do that control thing you do when-”

“I’m not and I broke up with him. I dumped Colt.”

“And you know you made a mistake. Having second thoughts?” Riya asked, sipping her own drink.

Ellie hesitated then shook her head, “No. No, I'm not having second thoughts. I broke up with him, I made that decision because it was the best one.”

“Of course,” Riya nodded.

“Are you trying to piss me off right now?”

She looked up to Ellie, “I want you to talk to me. I’m your friend, I'm here for you, you’ve just need to let me in.”

“Let’s go to a bar, “Ellie suggested, pushing herself off the counter.

What?” Riya asked, eyebrows raised and her arms crossed over her chest. “We’re not old enough to drink, do you forget that?”

Ellie rolled her eyes, “I have a fake ID. It’s fine,” she insisted. Riya looked unsure which caused Ellie to become frustrated. “Fine, i’ll go by myself,” she decided and headed off toward Riya's spare bedroom to change.

A few minutes later she left the bedroom now wearing a pair of black jeans, matching crop top and a denim jacket since all her nice clothes were at Colt's apartment.

“You’re really going?”

“Yes, I’m really going,” Ellie answered, exasperated as she retrieved her purse off the kitchen countertop. “I need to just get out for a bit,” she explained as she headed towards the door, “I’ll be back later!” she called as Riya heard the door open and close.

******

Ellie entered the bar with very little trouble; it was surprisingly not all that busy , which meant as soon as she came in the doorway she caught sight of a familiar black, leather jacket and the back of a head of someone she didn’t want to see. Colt. She’d recognize him anywhere- she knew him so, so well. He’s the reason that she’s in this bar to begin with to drown away her sorrows.

She felt a little bit of bile rise up her throat as a blonde woman sat beside him leaned over and placed a kiss on his lips. Without thinking, Ellie turned on her heel and walked out, not sticking around long enough to see Colt pull away from the mysterious woman.

She kept walking when she felt, she didn't know where she was going, she just wanted to get away. Get away and pretend she didn’t see that. How could he move on so quickly? Did she mean so little to him?

Ellie was in such a state of shock that she hadn’t noticed somebody behind her as she continued along the dark streets of LA. After she had calmed down somewhat, she could hear another set of footsteps, however, she didn't have time to turn around to see who it was before something struck her around the back of the head and the world fell black.

********

The first thing Ellie felt as she clawed her way back to consciousness was the throbbing in the back of her head, like somebody had hit her with a bat or something...someone probably had the more she thought about it.

She tried to flutter her eyes open but the bright light that was pointing at the young woman only made her headache worse. She lifted her head up- feeling the ache in her neck since her chin had been resting against her chest when she was out. Her mouth was dry...How long had she been here? She tried to move her arms but the thick leather straps around her wrists bound tightly to the chair stopped her from doing that. She tried moving her legs but they were bound to the chair too.

She had some questions.

Where was she? How did she get there?

To be frank, she had more questions than that but they were the main one. The ones she really wanted to be answered that and why somebody fucking kidnapped her. Ellie grudgingly peeked her eyes back open giving them both time to adjust to the light.

She turned her head when she heard footsteps, heels clicking against the concrete as the woman made her way towards Ellie.

“Oh good you’re awake,” the mysterious woman rejoiced. She was way too happy for Ellie’s liking.

The woman crouched in front of Ellie’s chair. Ellie’s eyebrow’s wrinkled in confusion- she had seen this woman before. She was sure of it.

“Hello Ellie,” the woman said, giving her a small smile, “I know you’re probably confused and angry...but i promise it’ll all make sense soon.”

“Who are you?” Ellie asked, her normally strong voice now timid.

The woman got back to her feet, smoothing down her red dress. “As i said...it’ll make sense soon.”

[michael-langdon-appreciation]

Not to be 'that bitch' but I'm gonna be.......Part 10 of the foursome? Perhaps sometime soon? I KNOW you were finishing it up earlier K I LOVE YOU BYEEEEEEEE 💛💛💛💛

Aren’t you just the luckiest little bug! I’ve been on a writing spree since I have finally been a good girl and charted out the entire end of the foursome. Clap and a half for meeee! 

Here is part 10 for you all! 

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PART 10

Y/N

While she would never admit it to any of the boys, especially Duncan…Jerome was an absolute dream. There was nothing that grossed him out or was too much of an inconvenience. He helped Y/N with her morning sickness, made her whatever she was craving to eat and even gave her a foot-rub last night. 

For the most of it, Duncan held his tongue. His hours had only increased as the Media Mogul worked overtime to make-up for the hiatus he took. Y/N would often find Duncan slumped over a stack of paperwork, the man only stirring when she runs her fingers gently through his hair, took his hand and led the way to bed. Y/N slept with Duncan. That was a non negotiable agreement and sometimes the only moments when they would see each other in the day. Y/N would be curved into Duncan’s chest, the little spoon while his hand rests protectively over her stomach, which was only getting bigger with each passing month. But despite Duncan’s best efforts, Y/N saw the resentment in his eyes last night. The way his eyes roved over her bump, her smile lazy with ease as Jerome worked out the tension in the ball of her foot. 

He’d gone straight to bed without a word, forcing Y/N to sneak in after him in the middle of the night. The bed was empty when she woke, as usual. But unlike every other morning, the was no breakfast wafting from the kitchen. 

Making her way into the kitchen, there sits Duncan at the breakfast bar, a coffee in one hand and the paper on the counter. He’s got his reading glasses on, a new development from staring at screens too long. 

They suit him. Give him that wise boss look as Duncan smirks at her, ‘Morning.’ 

‘You’re not at work?’ 

‘Took the day off.’ Duncan’s clearly proud of himself, ‘You have a big appointment today.’ 

Y/N grabs a croissant, ‘Jerome is happily taking me. You didn’t need to cancel work, I know you have a big deal closing.’ 

‘I want to be there.’ Duncan has that stubborn tone in his voice, the one you cannot argue with. 

Y/N takes a seat opposite him. ‘It won’t be pretty. They’re going to have to check me everywhere. Do the ultrasound and if things have taken a bad turn…’ 

Duncan’s hand slides across the table to take hers, ‘I’ll be right there with you.’ She can feel the tears welling in her eyes. Duncan regards her with such open honesty, such love in his eyes. ’Don’t you dare start feeling guilty again.’ He continues, ‘I’m okay. I’ve…dealt with it. Our arrangement is pretty good at the minute, wouldn’t you say.’

‘I feel like I can breathe for the first time in a while, yes.’ Y/N squeezes his hand, ‘But that doesn’t mean I don’t miss seeing Jim playing Xbox in the mornings, or Michael walking about in just a towel, his hair in a bun-‘

‘It’s just not the best idea right now.’ 

Y/N has to agree. While Michael and Jim are more than eager to spend time with her, to keep her company and dote on her every need, them together is just a powder keg. Jim is still hurting, badly. His lips spit vitriol every time they crossover, his eyes dark and full of snide comments. Michael does his best to let them all slide off, but Y/N still caught him crying in the elevator on his way out of the lobby. He never saw her, but Y/N’s heart aches every time she thinks of him, alone with his thoughts. 

Both of them…cannot really be alone. 

‘This appointment has to go well.’ She murmurs, seeking Duncan’s eyes. 

‘Have faith then.’ 

‘A croissant is not nearly enough for a Mom with two babies on the way.’ Jerome breezes into the kitchen, still in his pyjamas. He sets to work turning on the hob and cracking open some eggs. ‘Now I can do scrambled, poached, fried or an omelette. We’ll go omelette, more protein there for you.’ 

‘I don’t think we’ll have time, Jerome.’ Duncan watches him, ‘We’re leaving in twenty.’ 

Jerome wheels round, only just realising Duncan is in the room. ‘You’re….home?’

‘I do that sometimes.’  

Jerome nods, ’It’s fine, I just…’

‘Wanted to make Y/N an omelette.’ Duncan leans back on his stool, ready to play the game. ‘You’ve been a great help, Jerome. You’ve really been there for Y/N.’

‘Duncan.’ Y/N’s voice turns to ice, ‘Do not.’ 

Jerome takes the pan off the heat, ‘She’s a good friend. I want to give her all the support I can.’

‘She has plenty.’ 

‘Of course she does.’

Duncan stands at once, ‘What does that mean?’

Y/N dumps her croissant in the bin and heads to grab a coat. The macho fight was inevitable, but that doesn’t mean she has to stick around to hear the egos go at it again. The voice fade away as she buttons up her Rain Mac, the buttons straining from her large bump. Y/N rolls out her shoulders a couple times, feeling the usual nags and aches from carrying so much extra weight and returns to the kitchen. 

‘You’re all fighting over Y/N like she’s some prize to be won. You’ve even divided up the damn apartment, there’s visiting hours for the daddies, but who’s stopping to think about what Y/N wants?’ 

She stops dead upon entering the kitchen. Duncan and Jerome are inches apart. 

‘Say that again.’ Duncan’s practically spitting in Jerome’s face. 

‘We’re leaving.’ Y/N calls over, ‘Now. Duncan.’ 

Duncan extracts himself from the situation, his eyes never leaving Jerome. The Salesman stands tall, his arms folded over each other. ‘You think about that.’ Jerome calls, ‘You start putting Y/N first or I’m taking her out of this shit-storm.’

‘No one is putting me anywhere I don’t want to be.’ Y/N wheels back to glower at Jerome, ‘Thank you for your honesty. You’re right, Jerome. But I need them while I’m going through this. After the babies are born…that’s a different matter.’ 

Y/N swings her bag over her shoulder and calls the elevator. She steps in, not bothering to wait for Duncan. HE slips inside just in time, eyes wide and out of breath. ‘What the fuck do you mean by that?’ 

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JIM

He rolls the car keys between his fingers. Jim’s focus is on the penthouse apartment, and then back to the streets. He didn’t miss them did he? 

No. He’s been vigilant. 

Jim checks his phone and there’s nothing. No new texts or missed calls…not even a software update. 

He has to know and Jim is already highly offended no one has bothered to call him. His stomach has been in knots for weeks, he can’t eat, he can rarely sleep. Not while that monster could be sucking the life out of his child. 

Jim will not let that happen. 

The car pulls up and Duncan steps out first. He offers his hand to Y/N who struggles to emerge gracefully from the car. She stumbles a little, but Duncan’s got her safe. 

He always does. 

They talk for a moment outside, perhaps discussing their next move. Jim’s fingers itch towards the door handle, to surprise them and demand to know the outcome of the appointment. But he bides his time as Duncan kisses Y/N’s cheek and then makes his way into the lobby. 

Y/N seems to dawdle, as if waiting for someone. 

Michael.

Jim holds his breath, waiting for the Antichrist to skulk out of his shadows and speak to her. But no one comes, Y/N pulls her coat tighter round her and Jim notices it’s new. The old one was just beginning to strain. Of course Duncan noticed something like that. He can’t have Y/N looking like she’s struggling at all, not when he can pour handfuls of money down her throat. 

Y/N’s head turns and looks directly at him. 

Jim swallows.

Shit. 

She makes her way across the road and knocks on the car window. Jim rolls it down, trying his best to remain cool. ‘You gonna hide in your car all day?’

‘I thought you were waiting on someone else.’ 

Y/N rests a hand against the car for some leverage, ‘I know you, Jim. You’re desperate enough to stalk the house and you have every right to.’ 

Jim hates her calling him desperate, but he can’t help himself. ‘So…?’

‘Michael’s child is larger at the moment.’ Y/N reports, ‘Our baby is the…runt I guess you could call it.’  

‘Fantastic.’ 

‘But the danger doesn’t seem to be there.’ Y/N continues quickly, ‘We’re just…going to monitor it. I’ve got appointments every two weeks just to be sure. The Doctor thought we were a little crazy but Duncan gave him enough money to schedule us in.’ 

Y/N’s leaning over so her hair spills down her chest. God he’s missed her. It just isn’t the same when Duncan or Jerome are around to supervise their visits. Jim just wants an hour alone with Y/N. Is that too much to ask for?  

‘Do you…regret it?’

Y/N takes in a deep breath, ‘No. Michael….I think he needed this. After everything he’s been through, family should be something positive for him. I’m not taking that away from him.’ 

‘I meant joining this.’

‘This?’

‘Whatever the fuck we are,’ Jim emphasises. His fingers tighten on his car keys. He’s running out of time if he wants to do something. Y/N searches him with those eyes he adores. The way the light catches in them from this angle… 

She pushes away from the car, ’Don’t you dare start spouting this shit. You didn’t have to join either, you could have turned me down flat at the beach. You didn’t have to pay for my ice-cream or agree to meet Duncan and Michael. You made those decisions yourself, Jim. And I am done feeling guilty and responsible for just trying to live my life.’ 

Her fingers run through her hair, Y/N anger distracting her just enough. There’s no one around. If Jim is going to act, he needs to do it now. Jim opens the car door, ‘No I didn’t have to do any of the nice shit I have done for you over the years. I didn’t even have to take you to PV. I panicked, okay? I saw Duncan’s shit and I just panicked and did what I do best. I run. I ran from my Mom after rehab, I ran from University when I couldn’t afford it. That’s what I do.’ Jim’s hand slides into his back pocket, for the cloth ready and waiting. ‘I wanted to get to know you, not the others. But we sat in that diner and we all got close, we all got on and they reeled me in. Despite everything I’m here, completely dependent on you. You’re the mother of my child, my baby who is in danger, Y/N. I’m here still trying to make things work with you because I can’t ruin the best thing that’s ever happened to me.’ 

He takes a cautious step forwards, right as Y/N steps back. ‘I’m going upstairs.’ She says, ‘I am going to run a bath, put on some damn candles and get some Taco Bell with Duncan and Jerome. If you can join us and be okay with this situation…maybe there’s a chance for us. But you do what you want Jim. I’m not gonna tell anyone what to do.’ 

Y/N crosses the street quickly, looking over her shoulder once to check if he’s going to join. 

Jim hesitates, the fabric tickling the pads of his fingers. He tosses the cloth back into the car and locks up, quickly running over and sliding his arm round her waist. Jim calls the elevator, hoping to God he made the right decision. 

No more games. 

No more underhanded tactics. 

He’ll pour the chloroform down the sink the second he gets back to the hotel. 

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DUNCAN

If there is one good reason for having Jerome around, it would be his cooking. For a guy on the road, the Travelling Salesman can make a mean steak. Duncan heaps Bordelaise sauce on top, nearly drinking right from the gravy boat itself. ‘If I didn’t know better, I’d have thought you went to culinary school.’ 

‘Who says I didn’t?’ Jerome replies, the corner of his lip tugging. 

‘It’ll be that time spent in France.’ Y/N concludes, ’Though what you were doing there-’

‘I’d be in breech of many contracts if I told you.’ Jerome answers quickly, his eyes twinkling. 

‘Government shit?’ Duncan concludes. 

‘Maybe.’ 

‘Black market goods,’ Y/N guesses. 

Duncan could swear that twinkle just grew slightly bigger, ‘Now that’s more like me wouldn’t you say?’ 

Jim has hardly touched his food. He seems incapable of communicating much at all, he just watches Y/N most of the time. He’s addicted, drunk on her and the news of his baby is only cementing Jim’s psyche. If Y/N wasn’t Jim’s world before, she is now. 

In the three months that have passed, Duncan has been Switzerland. The go between. He’s listened to Jim’s rants, the pent-up rage and witnessed just how carefully he helps Y/N. Duncan has caught Jim talking to Y/N’s bump when she’s fallen asleep on the couch, unable to detach from her. On the other hand, Duncan has talked Michael off the ledge, stopped the Antichrist from using him magic. Duncan has had no choice but to placate Michael, to promise him that no matter what, his baby will be born. 

But where does this leave him? 

Y/N’s hand rests in his atop the table, a fact Jim has been eying throughout the night. Jerome continues to tell story and story of his time in Venezuela, Morocco, Haiti. He gestures wildly, an entertainer and Duncan is reminded of the circus at once. Jerome is quiet, poised and observant but when he’s talking about what he loves, the man comes to life. For the first time in a while, there’s peace at the dinner table. 

About time too. Duncan couldn’t take another fucking takeout. 

He cleans up the plates, pushing his reading glasses back up his nose. He checks the stack of work emails for anything urgent, but it seems fate has smiled on him tonight. A night in with the people he loves, such a rarity these days. 

‘If you leave the plates to soak for a while in hot water, it’s easier to get the food off.’ 

Jerome stands in the doorway, watching Duncan with a smirk. 

‘I know how to wash up.’ Duncan says, ‘Not incompetent.’ 

‘No you aren’t.’

Duncan’s getting slightly more used to Jerome’s presence round the apartment. Ever since their bust-up Duncan’s been doing some thinking. He had nothing else to do while in the car with Y/N. But that doesn’t mean he likes having him here. ‘Don’t you have something better to do than critique how I do things? Isn’t there a hot water bottle for you to prepare, a bed to make or something.’ 

Jerome chuckles, ‘I got all that finished earlier. Unlike most people I find housework rather…relaxing.’ 

‘You’re so weird.’ 

‘It focuses me.’ Jerome explains, ‘De-stresses me so I can think about better, more exciting things.’ 

‘I wouldn’t know.’ Duncan bites back, ‘I had a maid all my childhood.’ 

‘And you’ve got a Nanny now.’

‘Apparently.’ 

Duncan drops the plates in the sink, eager to be out of the awkward environment. He needs to talk to Jim, to clear the air or…make-up for lost time. He needs to do something to make the Beach Boy feel more at home while he’s here. 

‘If you’re asking for his blessing, you’d better lift his mood a little.’ 

Duncan freezes. 

‘I’ve done an alright job.’ Jerome continues, ‘But I’m not family.’ Duncan remains glued to the spot. His heart has jumped up to his throat, gagging any word from coming out. His glasses slip again and he shoves him into his pocket as Jerome approaches. ‘I truly didn’t mean to see it, sport. Y/N wanted one of your shirts to wear and I found it in the bottom drawer.’ 

‘My boxers are in that drawer.’ 

Jerome nods, ‘My mistake.’ 

He can’t say anything. Duncan’s mortified. He had it all planned out, the perfect moment and the perfect setting. All he had to do first was speak to Jim, Michael had already given his permission the last time they spoke. He takes a shaky step, before Jerome calls him back again. ‘Out of the three of you…if it had to be one of you, I’m glad it’ll be you.’ 

‘She has to say yes.’ Duncan’s voice is a murmur, a terrified little whisper. ‘Jim has to be good with it.’

Jerome sidles past him, ‘Well…I think Y/N’s going to do what she wants. No matter who is upset, or who gets hurt along the way.’ He pats Duncan on the shoulder, ‘I wouldn’t worry, sport.’ 

There’s a horrid feeling of something hanging in the air. Jerome leaves the kitchen and launches into another story; Duncan can hear him from where he stands. He sags against the counter, pinching the bridge of his nose. Jim’s laugh rises into the air, so distinctive, so full of life. 

Duncan misses that sound. 

He always thought if there would be anyone Duncan would commit himself to, it’d be the floppy-haired, bronzed boy in the other room. But over the past months… 

Michael has a child coming.

Jim has a child coming.

The least they can give him, is Y/N hand in marriage. 

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