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[demonsslayersstuff]

I Love You (Giyuu Tomioka x Reader)

Description: The five times Giyuu almost says he loves you and the one time he finally does. Giyuu and reader are already in a relationship, but y’all haven’t reached this milestone yet. (Had to add little cameos from the other Hashira)

Warnings: Mostly fluff, some angst, mentions of injury, some slightly suggestive content (nothing too detailed). Gender neutral reader.

A/N: It’s been a hot second since I’ve done a Demon Slayer Drabble, sorry about that! I have a lot going on, so I really haven’t had to the time to write like I use to. Anyway I plan on doing JJK next. Thanks for the support 😊!

The First Time:

It’s a cloudless night when Giyuu Tomioka almost lets those three words slip out of his mouth. The two of you were returning to your respective homes after being out on a surprisingly easy mission. The stars were littered across the sky, glistening against the vast expanse of darkness. “Isn’t it beautiful?”, you ask quietly, taking a moment to look up, eyes watching the sky, mesmerized by the sight. “Sure”, the Water Hashira mumbles, but he wasn’t looking up at the sky, his ocean blue eyes were too focused on your own figure to care about the sky. Giyuu feels his heart rate pick up as he continues to look at your face and he swears that not even the shining rays of the moon’s soft light could compare to your beauty. “Y/N I lo-“, Giyuu starts, but is quickly interrupting by the cawing of your crow. “Meeting summons”, the dark feather bird calls out before flittering away. “Damn”, you mutter, before turning to look at him. “Sorry Giyuu, did you have something to say?”, you ask him. Giyuu shakes his head, the timing wasn’t right. “Don’t worry about it. You should probably get going”, he tells you. You give him a soft smile and a gentle squeeze on his arm, before you change direction, now heading towards the master’s house. Giyuu watches your receding figure wondering how he was going to tell you about his feelings.

The Second Time:

The cold wind whipped around the two of you bitterly as you walked along the snowy path. Giyuu shivers, pulling the scarf around his neck tighter as he trudged along the trail. Only you would want to go into town today, he thinks to himself. “You ok?”, you call, turning to look at the Water Hashira’s nearly frozen face. “You owe me a cup of steaming tea”, he responds gruffly. “Don’t worry we are almost there!”, you tell him happily. And soon enough Giyuu finds himself seated next to you in a small tea shop as he watches you pour his favorite tea into the ceramic mugs, handing him one when you were finished. Giyuu sighs as the hot liquid runs down his throat, it blossoming into the type of warmth that spreads throughout the body. “Now, wasn’t this worth it?”, you ask him coyly, before softly leaning against him, causing his cheeks to blush. Giyuu looks down at your smiling face, chuckling himself at your wagging eyebrows. It’s in this moment that Giyuu so desperately wants to tell you how his feels, but just as he opens his mouth, he hears the tea shop door slide open and that’s when he is reminded of the publicness of where he was. Not the right place, Giyuu thinks for a moment. So he covers it up, “You’re right, this was worth it”, he says, bringing his mug back up to his lips an easy silence falling between the two of you.

The Third Time:

Giyuu sighs as he feels your lips brush against his. He could smell and taste the faintness scent of green tea as the kiss deepens. “Giyuu”, you murmur as his hand tightens on your waist. “Hmmmm?”, he breathes out, pulling slightly away from your lips, the distance still close enough for your noses to touch against each other. “I want you”, you tell him, voice thick with desire. You watch as his blue eyes snap open, looking into yours carefully. “Are you sure?”, Giyuu asks quietly, heart racing as he continues to look at you. You nod your head slightly, hands moving slowly down his chest, resting on the buttons of his Corps uniform. “Y/N before we do this, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you”, Giyuu begins, a slight edge in his tone. “Tell me”, you say, looking at him carefully. But before he has a chance, a loud pounding on the door brings the two of you back to reality. “Oi! Tomioka! Where the fuck are you? We were supposed to start sparing five minutes ago”, the Wind Hashira shouts from behind the other side of the door. You note the guilt stricken face that was now on display across your partner’s features. “It’s ok, Giyuu, another time”, you quickly respond, pulling yourself out of his embrace. “Y/N-“, he starts. “I can you hear you in there! Let’s go!”, Shinazugawa shouts again. “Go, before Shinazugawa destroys the front door”, you tell him with a chuckle. Giyuu sighs before moving to grab his sword. With one last look in your direction, he heads out, mentally preparing himself for the harsh words the Wind Hashira would shout his way.

The Fourth Time:

The two of you were out on an afternoon stroll when Giyuu thought he’d finally found the right time to express his true feelings. Spring was fast approaching and you had practically begged and pleaded with Giyuu to see the blooming cherry blossom trees. As his eyes followed your giddy figure, he was happy that he’d come here with you. The delicate pink leaves swayed with gentle breeze, a few of petals already falling around you like a light dribble of rain. He continued to watch quietly as you danced through the garden, enamored with your beauty. “Y/N”, Giyuu called out, not wanting to lose this opportunity. You pause your movements, turning to look at him. “Listen, I’ve wanted to tell you this for a while, but things keep popping up”, the Water Hashira starts. “I’m listening”, you responded giving a soft smile of encouragement. But before he’s able to say those three words, “Oh my! Y/N-san! Giyuu-san!”, rang out from across the garden. Giyuu sighs internally, the opportunity slipping through his fingers. If the Love Hashira had come alone, he would have thrown caution to the wind. But close to her side was Obanai and he was not about to let the Snake Hashira be present to his confession. “Fancy bumping into you two”, you respond with a light laugh as the two approach, though deep down your own disappointment had grown. You’d wanted to be alone with Giyuu. “Were you two out taking a stroll to see the Cherry Blossoms?” Mitsuri asked. You nod your head. “How cute! Do you mind if we join you?”, she asks with excitement. You look at Giyuu, but not wanting to be rude, he shook his head with approval. “Of course”, you tell Mitsuri. With a happy shriek, she grabs your arm and pulls you along the path, leaning Giyuu and Obanai to trail behind silently. Some other time, Giyuu thinks as he watches you have an animated conversation with Mitsuri, knowing he needed to do it sooner than later.

The Fifth Time:

Red, that’s all Giyuu can see at the moment. The color coats your chest, the floor, the tissue and gauze that is currently being packed on top of you. Giyuu’s body runs cold, unsure of what to do, unsure of how to process this. He hadn't even been able to tell you that he loved you. He hadn’t-, “Wait”, Giyuu nearly screams. He’s ignored by the various people around you, working hard to keep you alive. Giyuu approaches the scene, tears gathering in his eyes. “I didn’t even get to tell them I love them”, he shouts, moving to grasp for your hand. He’s quickly pulled back. “No please! I didn’t get to say I love you”, he shouts again. He’s tries to push away from the iron tight grip. “Please!”, Giyuu screams an agony. He’d lost his sister, he’s best friend, and now he was about to lose you. “Tomioka, let Shinobu do her work”, Tengen says loudly, continuing to pull him away from you. “Don’t give up hope”, he continues. As Tengen pulls him from the room, Giyuu slumps to his knees, the grief consuming him. “I didn’t get to say I love you”, he cries as the door gets pulled shut.

When it finally happens:

Giyuu sits next to your bed in a constant vigil. Tired eyes never leaving your figure. It was by some miracle that Shinobu had managed to save you. But she did and you were very much part of the living world. When you did finally stir, eyes barely open, does Giyuu grab you hand tightly. “Can you hear me?”, he asks in a rushed tone. You slowly nod your head, eyes locking onto his deep blue ones. “I love you. I’m sorry I didn’t say it sooner. But fuck, I love you”, Giyuu says, words slipping out so quickly that you almost didn’t hear it, but you did. “I love you too”, you mumble, words barely audible. You weakly pull Giyuu towards you, arm wrapped around his neck as he buries his face into your own. “I love you”, you say again. The two of you stay like that for a long time, both comforting each other in this time of need.

[batmanlovesnirvana]

Chapter nine | in plain sight.

masterlist

pairing : battinson x fem!oc (can be read as x reader)

words : +3k

A/N : This chapter is a bit shorter than usual since it was originally part of Chapter Eight. A special thank you to @faeryki for your amazing support—it really keeps me motivated to keep updating this fic. I hope you enjoy it and like this chapter! 😊

cw : Bruce being obsessed at this point, 18+, thriller, medical procedures, angst, mental health issues, depression, ptsd, noire, canon-typical violence, POV alternating, gritty, horror, illness, slow burn, action, fluff, mutual pining, forced proximity, crime families, crime, fighting ect… read at your own risk !

IT WAS HIM.

No, it wasn’t.

Yes, it fucking was.

Her mind screamed in a frantic battle, two voices tearing her apart.

Her heart pounded wildly in her chest, and her pulse surged, each beat a frantic drum as the truth unraveled in her mind—a shattered, tangled mess slowly coming together.

His eyes—those grey-blue eyes, the same ones that had haunted her thoughts more than once—stared back at her, and the recognition hit like a tidal wave.

It wasn't just the eyes, though. It was also his jawline.

That sharp, angular line, the one she could pick out from anywhere, no matter how dark the room.

But there was more.

The little cut beneath his jaw—the scar she'd left him when they were chasing each other, when she had let him get too close that night.

She hadn’t meant to, not really, but she caught him right as he was about to turn, in that split second when everything seemed to slow down. She left a small mark on him, something only she would ever notice. In that moment, he didn’t feel like a stranger.

As she walked through the crowd, her hand instinctively pressed against her red lips, her mind still in shock. It all made sense now, she thought.

The way he had looked at her, the way he had moved, everything about him screamed familiarity.

But the truth had been concealed behind the mask of a man she had never fully understood—Bruce Thomas Wayne. Billionaire heir. Tragic orphan. Vengeance. The Bat… Zorro.

Her footsteps faltered, her breath shallow, as the weight of the revelation pressed down on her, too heavy to carry. People hurried past her, heading toward the main hall, brushing against her shoulders, murmuring quick apologies she didn’t respond to.

The scene back at the entrance of City Hall was nothing short of chaotic—the crowd pushing, the tension between the men—still fresh in her mind, vivid and overwhelming.

But now, everything had shifted.

The man who had captivated her without her even realizing it, the one who kept his distance yet left an indelible mark on her, had been standing right in front of her the entire time.

And somehow, she had never connected the dots, never seen the truth through the fog of lies she had wrapped herself in.

She continued walking, her feet moving of their own accord, though her mind raced to catch up. She wasn't sure if she should be angry, surprised, or relieved.

Maybe a little bit of all three. And yet, the thought that kept swirling in her mind, like a persistent whisper, was the same: How could he have been so close, and yet, so far away?

She needed to regain herself.

Standing at the threshold of City Hall, the weight of the revelation—of seeing him again, of everything she had just discovered—crashed over her, but she couldn't afford to let it consume her.

Not now.

She had a purpose, a responsibility that was far more pressing than her own chaotic emotions. There were people waiting, people who needed her strength, and there was George.

She didn't like his father—had never trusted the man—and she barely knew his widowed mother.

But George was still a child who had just lost a parent. A child who needed someone who understood. She had been there herself, had known that hollow ache, the unbearable weight of loss. She understood what it was like to feel invisible in the face of grief, to be caught in the middle of a world that seemed to keep moving while your heart was frozen in time.

With a steadying breath, she opened her small clutch and took out the figurine.

It was delicate, simple, a small knight in polished metal, its stance strong but humble.

Maryam had bought it at a little shop while grocery shopping the day before, drawn to it for reasons she couldn't quite explain.

It was reminiscent of the one Bruce had left years ago in the subway, the one she had never forgotten, though this one was less ornate, far less expensive, and more... ordinary. Yet something about it felt right.

Maybe it was the symbolism of it—the idea of a knight, standing tall, in the face of all odds. She couldn't shake the feeling that somehow, in some way, it would bring George comfort.

She ran her fingers along the smooth surface, a small smile tugging at her lips as she thought about him again.

Gosh, why were they always linked? she thought, frustration threading through the question.

She and Bruce—always drawn to each other by some strange, unspoken pull.

Maybe it was fate, or perhaps something far more insidious, but every time she thought she was escaping him, every time she thought she had let him go, some new twist would bring him back into her orbit.

She pushed the thought away.

There would be time for that later.

Now, she needed to focus.

As Bruce scans the crowd, the solemn hum of the mourning event fills the hall. Mourners continue to flood in, their somber expressions a blur as he searches, his eyes darting over every face, every moving figure. 

Where is she?

His gaze flicks between the tight knots of conversation, desperate for a glimpse of Maryam, his pulse quickening.

Above, he spots a handful of officers, their keen eyes scanning the room for any signs of trouble, the tension palpable. Bruce's focus sharpens, but the crush of people is like a living, breathing wall. Faces blur together—some tear-streaked, some stony, all wrapped in the weight of loss.

She's here, he thinks, she has to be.

The PA announcer's voice cuts through the noise.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for coming to today's memorial for our beloved mayor, Don Mitchell, Jr. Our program will begin shortly. As a reminder, the family asks that those wishing to honor the mayor's memory consider a donation to the cause most dear to his heart, the Gotham Renewal Fund, our city's safety net."

Bruce barely registers the words. 

His attention is elsewhere, weaving through the sea of mourners, his heart pounding as his search intensifies. He pushes forward, his eyes scanning, never pausing, never faltering.

Then, a movement catches his eye. 

Two uniformed cops are stopping a man who looks out of place—a scruffy, bitter figure, his hood pulled low, eyes filled with rage. 

The man's jaw tightens, muttering to himself, his anger almost palpable.

"What good's a safety net if it doesn't catch anybody?" The words slice through the air, harsh and accusatory. He spits the words out, clearly disgusted. "Didn't help my daughter when she needed it. I can tell you that. That guy—" He points toward the VIPs filing past, his voice filled with venom—"just another rich scumsucker. He got what he deserved."

Bruce studies the man, his brow furrowing. But as his gaze holds steady, the bitter man's eyes shift, catching his. 

"Yeah, I said it," the man mutters, locking eyes with Bruce, a dark smirk curling his lips.

Bruce's eyes flick to the man's acne-scarred face. The bitterness is familiar, the kind that seeps from the forgotten corners of society. He nods once, acknowledging the man's presence, but his thoughts stay elsewhere.

Then, the expression shifts. The man's eyes narrow as he studies Bruce, confusion flashing over his face as if he's trying to place him. Before Bruce can turn away, another voice pierces through the tension.

"Bruce Wayne."

Startled, Bruce turns. A familiar face—one that he had been saying more and more on TV. 

Bella Real.

She approaches with the kind of unwavering confidence that commands attention, her stride purposeful, her expression an enigmatic blend of determination and restraint.

"I'm Bella Real," she begins, her voice cutting cleanly through the noise around them. "I'm running for mayor." She pauses, just long enough to let her words settle, then adds with a flicker of irritation, "I wouldn't be here, interrupting like this, but your people keep telling me you're 'unavailable.' Or at least that's the story my PR team keeps feeding me."

She gestures subtly toward a woman standing amidst the sea of onlookers—a polished figure with a sleek bun, tailored black trousers, a long coat, and heels that seem to challenge the ground beneath her. Rania. Another of Maryam’s sisters.

Beside her is the pregnant woman from earlier, her husband standing protectively close, and flanking them are Maryam’s other sisters—Sherine, the sharp-eyed journalist, and Alma, the soon-to-be lawyer with a poised demeanor. 

Yet the one person he’s searching for, the one he’s desperate to see, remains nowhere in sight.

Bella’s gaze sharpens as she turns back to him, her words cutting through his distracted thoughts. "Will you walk with me?"

Bruce hesitates, the weight of the situation pressing in.

Walk with her? He’s here for Maryam—though, initially, it was the Riddler who brought him here.

His thoughts waver, scattered like leaves in the wind. But as the moment stretches longer, he steels himself, forcing his composure to hold firm.

He can't afford distractions, but Bella is persistent, and something about her energy—something in her voice—stops him.

A flicker of annoyance crosses his face as he glances over her shoulder, the crowd of mourners pressing in tighter, the path to Maryam growing narrower by the second. 

But there's no turning back now.

Bruce's mind spins as Bella leads him through the sea of mourners, her arm tucked firmly under his. 

He's scanning the crowd, eyes darting from face to face, searching for any sign of Maryam. The city's chaos, the event, the memory of the Riddler's cryptic clues, and his need to track down his old friend, and the woman who's been lingering at the back of his mind for far too long, all converge in his thoughts.

He barely registers Bella's words about Gotham, the Renewal Fund, and her political campaign. 

"You know, you really could be doing more for the city," she says, her voice insistent. "Your family has a history of philanthropy, but as far as I can tell, you're not doing anything. If I'm elected, I want to change that." She smiles at him, disarmingly, as they approach the front where the choir's soft voices swell into the haunting strains of Schubert's "Ave Maria."

Bruce's eyes scan the crowd with mounting urgency. 

Where the hell is she?

The hum of voices around him dulls, retreating into the background like static. Every sound—Bella's steady voice beside him, the faint rustle of clothing, the shuffling of mourners—becomes meaningless noise as his focus sharpens.

Maryam. She's somewhere here. She has to be.

His thoughts churn restlessly, consumed by her. The weight of the mayor's memorial, the riddler, the tragedy unfolding in the city, even Bella's pointed comments—all of it fades under the single, gnawing question: Where is she?

Bruce catches himself glancing toward Commissioner Gordon, standing a few rows back with a group of officers. The commissioner's stance is familiar—steadfast, commanding attention even in a room filled with grief. It's then that Bruce sees her.

Maryam.

She's standing with Gordon and several other officers. The sight of her feels like a gut punch—unexpected, leaving him momentarily breathless. Her body language is composed, steady, a quiet confidence radiating from her even in the chaos surrounding them.

He leans forward almost instinctively, the world narrowing to her. Bella's voice beside him is an indistinct murmur, her words about Gotham and its future dissipating like smoke. He knows she's talking, but he can't bring himself to care. Not now.

Maryam's voice carries faintly across the room as she speaks to Gordon, her words too low for him to hear. He can't make out the conversation, but the cadence of her tone is calm, deliberate. His gaze is riveted on her, heart pounding as a dozen questions flood his mind. What is she saying? Why is she here?

His chest tightens.

"I'll be right back," Bella says, her clipped tone cutting through the haze. "I'm going to pay my respects to the family—my God, what a mess. His poor wife and son..." She gives Bruce a tight smile before stepping away, her presence swallowed by the crowd.

Bruce doesn't respond. He simply just can't.

His gaze stays fixed on Maryam as her posture shifts slightly. Then her head turns, as if sensing his pointed stare, and for a brief, electric moment, their eyes meet again.

But just as quickly, her gaze shifts away.

It's subtle—an almost imperceptible flicker—but Bruce catches it. The way her shoulders tense, the slight stiffness in her movements as she excuses herself from Gordon's side. Her grace remains intact, but her steps quicken, purposeful as she weaves into the sea of mourners. Her eyes never meet his again.

Damn it.

A knot tightens in Bruce's chest, frustration simmering just beneath his composed exterior. He doesn't move, doesn't follow. Instead, he watches—watches as she retreats toward the mayor's family, where her own relatives, draped in mourning veils, are already offering their condolences.

Bruce's gaze sharpens, narrowing in on Maryam as she approaches Mayor Mitchell's widow. She shakes the woman's hand, her expression one of measured compassion. The two veiled women beside her—familiar figures—draw her attention briefly. Aunts, Bruce realizes. He remembers them from fragments of the life he's pieced together about her, though they remain enigmatic, like so much else about Maryam.

The mayor's son, sitting nearby, draws her focus next. The boy is small, his posture hunched, his eyes wide with confusion and sorrow as he glances at the crowd around him. His presence pulls at something deep within Bruce—his own memories of being that child, lost and surrounded by adults who didn't understand the weight he carried.

And then, Maryam kneels.

The movement is fluid, gentle, as if lowering herself to the boy's level is the most natural thing in the world. Her face softens, her gaze meeting his with a warmth that Bruce has rarely seen in her. She reaches into her small clutch and withdraws something—a figurine. It's a knight, unassuming yet deliberate, its presence more meaningful than its simplicity suggests.

Maryam presses it into the boy's hands, her fingers folding his small ones around it. She leans in, whispering something inaudible, her voice undoubtedly soft and soothing. Bruce can't hear her words, but he sees the boy's expression shift—hesitation giving way to a tentative smile as he clutches the figurine tightly to his chest.

Then, with a touch so gentle it nearly unravels him, Maryam cups the boy's cheek. Her thumb brushes across his skin, a gesture of quiet reassurance, maternal and heartbreakingly tender. The boy leans into her touch, his grief momentarily eclipsed by the comfort she offers.

Bruce's breath catches. He's transfixed, unable to reconcile this Maryam—the one kneeling before a grieving child, radiating care and warmth—with the guarded woman he's come to know. This side of her is foreign yet achingly familiar, stirring something he can't quite place.

The haunting strains of Ave Maria swell around them, the choir's mournful melody filling the air with a weight that presses on Bruce's chest. The music mirrors the scene before him, amplifying the emotions he tries so hard to suppress.

His trance is broken by a familiar voice, low and urgent. "Gil Colson is missing."

Bruce's focus snaps back, his head turning sharply. Gordon stands nearby, speaking in hushed tones to Mackenzie, the Chief of Police. Bruce's mind stirs, the name registering like a cold gust of wind.

"'Scuse me, Chief? Can I talk to you for a moment?" Gordon's voice is measured, his tone low as he adjusts the rims of his glasses.

The Chief of Police, Mackenzie, looks up with a gravelly whisper of a voice, as if his vocal cords have been worn thin. "What?"

"Gil Colson is missing," Gordon replies, the weight of his words hanging in the air.

The Chief exhales heavily, his tired demeanor speaking volumes. "Jesus, not again."

The phrase lingers like a shadow, and Bruce feels the significance of it. The District Attorney's name slices through his thoughts, momentarily grounding him in the reality of the situation.

"He hasn't been heard from since last night," Gordon continues, his voice steady but grim.

Bruce's mind starts turning, the implications of Colson's disappearance settling into place. But before he can focus, a voice—loud and jarringly cheerful—breaks through the somber atmosphere.

"Hey! Bruce Wayne!"

It's Martinez, one of the officers standing nearby.

He's grinning broadly, his enthusiasm so out of place it draws several curious looks. As if to cement the awkwardness, he raises his hand in an overly eager wave.

The billionaire heir remains motionless, his expression an impenetrable mask. He doesn’t respond to the greeting, not even a flicker of acknowledgment. Instead, his gaze shifts, drawn inevitably back to Maryam, who now lingers on the outskirts of the mayor's grieving family, her presence both distant and watchful.

It’s a subtle shift, but Bruce notices.

Something about her stance, the tension in her frame, feels different—like a thread pulled taut, on the verge of snapping.

The way her posture stiffens, her sharp glance toward him at Martinez's outburst, and that fleeting flicker of recognition in her eyes before she looks away.

It's deliberate, calculated—she's retreating, pulling herself into an impenetrable shell.

But before he can dwell on it, a distant noise cuts through the air—a low hum, like tires screeching against asphalt, followed by muffled screams. The sound grows louder, reverberating through City Hall, and a ripple of unease spreads through the room. Heads turn, people standing, craning to see where the commotion is coming from.

Bruce instinctively scans the crowd, his eyes locking on the mayor's young son. The boy has moved into the aisle, drawn by curiosity, and Bruce's heart lurches. Maryam is there too, close behind, her brows furrowed in concern. She places a firm hand on the boy's arm to keep him from venturing too far. Her protectiveness is palpable.

The noise swells, screams rising alongside it—an awful crescendo of chaos.

Then—BAM!

A sickening explosion of sound as the main entrance bursts apart in a storm of shattered glass and concrete. The crowd screams as an SUV rockets through the doors, its grill tangled with flowers from the vigil outside.

Pandemonium erupts.

People scatter, some thrown into the air as the vehicle careens past guardrails and barrels toward the seated area. The air is a cacophony of panic, footsteps, and cries.

Bruce spins, his gaze zeroing in on the boy—standing frozen in shock amid the chaos. Maryam reacts instantly, grabbing him and pushing him toward his mother, who is screaming and clawing her way through the crowd to reach her son.

But Maryam doesn't make it far. Someone shoves past her in their desperate flight, and she stumbles, falling directly into the SUV's path.

Bruce doesn't hesitate. He lunges toward her, his body moving before his mind can catch up. He tackles her, the force sending them both sprawling just as the vehicle roars past, its weight and momentum tossing chairs and debris into the air.

They hit the ground hard, Bruce shielding Maryam as the SUV slams into the central staircase with a deafening crunch. The engine sputters, grinding in protest, before finally going silent.

For a moment, everything is still.

Bruce lifts himself slightly, his arms still bracing Maryam. She's breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling against his. Her hands clutch his biceps tightly, as if grounding herself.

"Maryam," he whispers, his voice low, urgent. One hand moves to her neck, tilting her face toward him. Her hazel eyes flutter open, dazed and unfocused. His sharp, grey eyes meet hers, scanning her face for injuries. He spots a thin trail of blood on her forehead, likely from flying glass.

"Are you alright?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper, concern etched into every word.

She doesn't respond immediately, still catching her breath.

But then—the surreal silence is shattered by screams and cries. The chaos hasn't abated; if anything, it's worse.

Bruce's head snaps up, his gaze darting to the wreckage.

He helps Maryam sit upright, though he keeps a steadying hand on her arm. His attention shifts to the second-floor landing, where people are panicking, pointing to something—or someone. But the figure he saw earlier is gone.

The SUV below is now surrounded by Gordon and a squad of officers, their guns drawn and aimed. The vehicle is smeared with a grotesque pattern of crossword-like scrawls, and in bold letters across the hood, the chilling message: "D.A. — D.O.A.?"

Bruce pulls Maryam to her feet, his arm steadying her as the chaos swirls around them.

Her breathing evens out, and she seems to recover, though she's still pale.

Before he can speak, a red-haired woman pushes through the crowd, her resemblance to Maryam striking. Her sister, Bruce assumes.

She rushes to Maryam, worry etched deeply into her face, pulling her away from him as though he were the cause of her distress.

Questions spill from her lips one after another, but Maryam doesn’t answer. She doesn’t even look at her sister—instead, her gaze remains fixed on him, her lips forming a silent thank you.

Bruce gives a tight nod, his jaw clenched as he lets her go.

He watches as she steps back into the embrace of her family, their presence closing around her like a shield.

But his mind remains sharp, the weight of the moment heavy on his shoulders. His gaze shifts to the wreckage once more, the grim message burning into his thoughts.

He snaps his attention back to the SUV, his instincts flaring. He moves closer, slipping through the panicked crowd as mourners scatter in every direction. His focus sharpens, each step deliberate, his heart pounding in time with the chaos around him.

Then, with a metallic creak, the dented driver-side door begins to crack open.

The hall falls into a tense, electric silence, broken only by the metallic clicks and clatters of dozens of weapons chambering simultaneously.

"Get out of the car! Hands up!" Gordon shouts, his gun unwavering, his voice cutting through the mounting dread.

The door swings wide, groaning under its weight.

A figure emerges—unsteady, hands trembling in the air. Blood streaks the man's face, his mouth taped shut. Scrawled across the tape in bold, jagged letters are the words: NO MORE LIES.

The sight freezes the room.

Even Bruce's breath catches for a split second.

"Holy Christ..." Gordon breathes, his voice low, filled with disbelief. "It's Colson."

The district attorney stumbles forward, his eyes wide with terror.

Around his neck, a crude metal collar clamps tight, its grotesque machinery catching the flickering lights. A faint glow pulses ominously—a countdown device.

A horrified voice cuts through the tension.

"There's a bomb around his neck!"

The words send a shockwave through the hall. A piercing, mechanical beep-beep-beep rings out, sharp and relentless.

Pandemonium erupts. 

People scream, dropping to the floor or shoving toward the exits. Police scramble, some shielding others, their shouts blending with the chaos.

But Bruce remains rooted in place, his gaze locked on Colson.

The D.A. doesn't explode. Not yet. The incessant beeping continues, but the device stays dormant. The confusion in the air is palpable, suffocating.

Colson, his movements awkward and sheepish, raises his hand slowly. Taped to his palm is a cell phone, its screen flashing. The relentless beep-beep-beep is nothing more than an incoming call.

Bruce's eyes narrow as the sound echoes through the cavernous space.

"Let's get this place cleared! Now!" Gordon barks, waving officers toward the panicked crowd.

Police start ushering people toward the exits, their movements hurried, their voices commanding.

But Bruce doesn't move.

Something pulls at him—an invisible thread of dread, tightening.

He notices it then, taped crudely to Colson's chest. A folded card, the edges weathered, but the lettering meticulously printed.

The billionaire steps closer, his focus narrowing, his heart heavy with grim certainty.

The card's bold address reads: To The Batman.

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Forever- Alexia Putellas

The Best Part II

We're going to pretend like they could do this in a plane bathroom without getting caught or being heard 😀👍🏾. I feel like this won’t meet y’all’s expectations but I really hope you guys enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you for your support and patience😊

Disclaimer: This is pure fiction and I have much respect for Alexia

⚠️Warnings⚠️: dom!reader, g!preader (but can be read as a strap), sub!Alexia, fingering (ale receiving), eating out (ale receiving), a bit of daddy kink👀, spanking, a little slapping (nothing harsh), dirty talk. (I think that's it...)

PLEASE DO NOT READ BEYOND THIS POINT IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH ANYTHING MENTIONED ABOVE.

Without further ado... enjoy the story :)

***

"Cállate y fóllame" Shit, she didn't have to tell you twice. (shut up and fuck me)

You placed your hand on the back of her thighs and lifted her onto the counter.

You trailed kisses down her neck and Alexia let out a satisfied hum as a grin took over her face. You sucked hickies into her smooth skin making sure you avoided places where they would easily be seen. You reached behind her untied the back of her dress and pulled it down which left her upper body bare.

Your eyes immediately dropped to her chest. You placed your hands on her waist and pulled her closer, your mouth attaching to one of her hard nipples. Alexia immediately let out a satisfied moan and brought one of her hands to cup the back of your neck, her fingers tangling in your hair as she pulled you closer to her.

You continued to suck on her nipple as you brought one of your hands to play with her other one. She moaned quietly as her grip on your neck tightened, her other hand gripping onto the counter.

You released her nipple with a pop and moved up to give her a quick kiss. She moaned again as you attached your mouth to her other nipple, her eyes closing as you sucked her nipple and decorated her skin with the marks that she loved so much. You softly bit her nipple between your front teeth before pulling slightly. Alexia let out a soft whine as she threw her head back relishing in the pleasure you were giving her.

"Fuck." She let out a satisfied moan. You pulled back and admired the markings you had left behind. She pulled you in so that your foreheads were touching.

"Te quiero." The two of you shared a slow passionate kiss, pouring all your love and admiration into it. "So much." She continued as we pulled away. (I love you)

"También te quiero, mi tesoro." Alexia kissed you again. (I love you too, my treasure)

"Good, now fuck me." She smiled. You chuckled, this woman was going to be the death of you.

"As you wish, cariño." You said kissing her one last time before you began to trail kisses down her neck and body. (Darling)

You got down on your knees and pushed her dress up so you could have access to her pussy. You slid off her lace panties and placed them into your pocket before picking up her legs and placing them on your shoulders.

"Estás tan mojada." You said licking your lips at the sight of her dripping pussy. You spread her legs more and moved forward licking from her hole to her clit and gathering some of the arousal that had been building. (You're so wet)

"Fuck." You said, taking delight in how she tasted. You wrapped your arms around her thighs and pulled her closer to your mouth.

"Oh, shit." She moaned shakily, bringing one of her hands to grip your hair and bring you closer. You placed two kisses on each of her thighs before going back in.

You swirl your tongue around her clit then begin to suck on it. She hummed, throwing her head back as her grip on your hair got even tighter. You smirked and released her clit. You moved lower and licked around her opening before sliding your tongue in.

"Mhmm." Alexia whimpered as she screwed her eyes shut and she pulled your head even closer to her pussy. You'd never fail to make her knees weak no matter how many times you guys had sex.

You worked your tongue deeper into her pussy, bringing your other hand up to play with her clit. God, you would never get tired of how good she tasted.

You pulled back from her pussy but continued to play with her clit. You bent her legs more and moved closer to her body allowing her legs to rest fully on your shoulders.

"Don't even think about closing them." You said looking into her eyes knowing she tended to close up when the pleasure got too much. Alexia nodded, biting her lip as you speed up your pace on rubbing her clit.

You brought your index and middle finger up to her pussy circling her hole before pushing them in.

"Dios mío" Alexia whispered as one of her hands moved to play with her breasts desperately trying to stay quiet. You eased your fingers into her pussy allowing her to adjust. You looked up at her silently asking if she was ready. Alexia closed her eyes and took a deep breath knowing you wouldn't take it easy on her. She opened them and nodded giving you consent to proceed. (Oh my god)

You smirked before setting a fast pace with your fingers. Alexia moaned, her eyes widening and rolling back as one of her hands flew out to grab onto the towel bar desperately needing something to grasp onto. Her other hand moved to cover her mouth and muffle her moans.

"Shh baby, wouldn't want anyone to hear how much of a whore you're being for me right?"

You continued to quickly work your fingers in and out of her pussy. You stop playing with her clit and attach your mouth to it instead sucking on it harshly.

"Joder! Se siente tan bien. No te detengas por favor, bebé!" she said from behind her hand. (Fuck! It feels so good. Don't stop please ,baby!)

Alexia's hand released the towel bar to grip your hair instead, pulling you closer. She took one of her legs off your shoulder and placed it on the counter allowing you to go deeper which increased the pleasure she was feeling.

"Más duro por favor." Alexia whispered out struggling to keep in her moans, her eyes closing and her lips pursing as you sped up your pace. She furrowed her eyebrows, loving it when you were rough with her. (harder please)

She tried closing her legs as the pleasure became too much. You pulled back and placed a hard slap on her sensitive clit causing her to jolt forward.

"Mierda!" She hissed, her eyes tearing up because you stopped and because of the pleasure and pain that shot through her at the slap. (shit!)

"What did I tell you?" You asked harshly looking into her eyes.

"Lo siento, papi pero es demasiado." Alexia replied shyly, shying away from your intense gaze. You gripped her chin forcing her to look at you again. (I'm sorry, daddy but it's too much)

"No me importa, you're gonna take what I give you, understand?" (I don't care). You knew that she would've used the safe word if it was actually too much for her.

"Sí papi." She said submissively as a blush took over her face. (Yes daddy)

You began fucking her with your fingers and sucking on her clit again. Alexia loved to give up control and you loved to take control. Since she had to be the one to make the decisions and be in control in almost every other aspect of her life she liked to pass on the responsibilities to you and just relax. She trusted you with her body and her life and knew you would always put her first and make sure she was satisfied.

"Voy a correrme." Alexia hissed out, eyebrows furrowing deeper as you sucked on her clit harder and curled your fingers. Alexia's eyes rolled back when she felt you hitting her g-spot repeatedly. (I'm going to cum)

"Fuck, right there bebé!" Alexia could feel her legs begin to shake as her orgasm grew closer and closer.

"Let go for me, baby." You said as you sped up your pace even more and let go of her clit, using your thumb to rub it instead.

Alexia moaned before her mouth opened in a silent scream, her eyes rolling back and her body shaking as she came. You slowed your pace and fucked her through her orgasm, helping her calm down.

When she stopped shaking you slowly pulled out your fingers. You carefully cleaned her up before moving her legs back down and stood up.

"Satisfied?" You smirked at her fucked out look. She shook her head with a smirk before pulling you in by your tie.

"You know it takes more than that to satisfy me. I want you to fuck me hard until I can't walk, talk, or think when we get home." She said before pulling you into a nasty kiss. Her tongue sucking on yours as she gripped the back of your neck. She pulled back and smirked at the dazed look on your face.

"Me vuelves loca, mujer." You said before placing another kiss on her lips. She smiled and laughed tiredly. You fixed her dress and kissed her one more time before moving to leave so she could fix herself and not look like she just got fucked. Alexia sat up and grabbed your bicep, turning you around. (You drive me crazy, woman)

"Aren't you going to give me back my underwear?" She asked, holding out her hand for it. You smirked.

"Nah, I think you'll be fine." You replied before exiting the bathroom. You chuckled as you heard her groan and curse before the door closed fully. You noticed that mostly everyone was still asleep and smirked. Mission accomplished.

***

Alexia sighed knowing how uncomfortable she was going to be without her underwear before quickly cleaning herself up, making herself look presentable, and exiting the bathroom.

She glared at you as she moved past you to take her seat by the window. Your smirk widened and Alexia rolled her eyes and smacked your arm, a small smile taking over her face as she looked out the window at the beautiful scenery.

She put up the armrest and moved your arm to be around her shoulders snuggling into you. You kissed her on her forehead and Alexia's smile widened. The two watched the window view and slowly let sleep consume them for the hour they had left of the flight.

***

Your face twisted as you woke up to giggles and the sound of pictures being taken. You opened your eyes only to see Mapi and Lucy in the seats in front of you taking pictures. The plane was landed and everybody was exiting.

"What the fuck are you guys doing?" You asked tiredly.

"Just taking pictures of the love birds." Lucy said.

"You guys are so cute it's disgusting." Mapi said.

"God, you guys are so annoying, me and my future wifey can't even sleep in peace?" You asked.

Alexia woke up right at that moment and looked at you.

"Future wifey huh?" She said her voice startling all three of you.

"Shit, I thought you were sleeping." You said shyly, rubbing your neck. Lucy and Mapi snickered at your red face but shut up when you glared at them.

"Don't worry I can't wait to be your wife." Alexia said before leaning up and placing a soft kiss on your lips. You smiled dopily as you looked into her eyes. You couldn't wait to marry her. Mapi secretly snapped a picture of the two of you.

"Blegh!" Lucy ruined the moment. You and Alexia rolled your eyes.

"Cállate." Alexia said.

"Go back to your seats bro." You said, your annoyance shining through.

"Whatever" Mapi said before grabbing Lucy's hand and leaving.

Your phone soon dinged signaling you had a notification. Opening your phone you saw that Mapi had sent you the pictures she took. As annoying as they were, you had to admit the pictures were really cute. They captured the love you shared with Alexia perfectly.

***

Forty minutes later you and Alexia arrived home. You gathered the bags and you both made your way into the apartment.

You set the bags down in the bedroom before going back to the kitchen where Alexia was.

"Are you hungry or anything baby?" You said coming to stand in front of her as she leaned on the counter. She looked up at you staring into your eyes with an intense but somehow innocent look.

"Are you go-"

You were cut off by Alexia pulling you in by the lapels of your jacket and smashing her lips into yours. You melted into the hungry kiss as your hands gripped her waist. You trailed your hand down her body before squeezing her ass. She moaned and you to slipped your tongue into her mouth. Your tongues moved in tandem with each other.

You pulled back and turned her around. You leaned down and moved her hair to the side before trailing kisses from behind her ear to the base of her neck. Alexia arched her back, her ass meeting your crotch. She turned to look at you before she started grinding back on you.

You groaned as you sucked hickies into her neck. Quickly finding her sweet spot and sucking harder. Alexia moaned and you knew she would scold you tomorrow for the amount of marks you left on her smooth skin.

"What do you want?" You asked, your voice low and heavy with lust.

"I need you to fuck me. Hard. Right now." You smirked before untying her dress. You slipped it off her shoulders and it fell to the floor leaving her naked. You looked down and admired her ass. You placed one hand on each cheek and rubbed it softly.

"You're so beautiful." You whispered into Alexia's ear before placing a hard smack on both checks. Alexia whimpered before whispering a small "shit". Your smirk grew as you watched her ass jiggle.

"Yeah? You like that?"

"Sí, dame más por favor." (yes, give me more please)

You grinned and squeezed her ass before moving both your hands up and bringing them down harshly three more times.

"FUCK!!" Alexia moaned out in pleasure before whimpering at the pain. You rubbed her cheeks again before moving forward and grabbing her chin turning her toward you. You pecked her lips and a small smile came across her face. You smiled at her cuteness. You couldn't get enough of her.

"Spread your legs and bend over the counter." You said and watched as she complied. Alexia hissed as her nipples came into contact with the cold counter pushing out her ass and looking back at you seductively. It never failed to amaze you how she could go from adorable to sexy in an instant.

You shook your head with a small smile before taking off your pants and boxers. You looked back at Alexia to see her biting her bottom lip as she looked at your dick.

You leaned down and kissed her before lining your dick up with her pussy. You looked up at her silently asking if she was ready and Alexia nodded.

You eased your dick into her soaking entrance and she moaned softly as you stretched her out.

"Joder, es tan grande." Alexia said leaning her head on her hands as you pushed in. You bottomed out and stayed there for a while letting her adjust. (fuck, it's so big)

"Ready?"

"Sí-OH MIERDA!" she was cut off when you immediately set a fast pace. Desperately needing something to hold onto, Alexia leaned forward gripping onto the counter. She moaned as you continued your deep and hard strokes.

You placed your hands on her hips and increased your pace.

"Yesss." Alexia drew out as she threw her head back. One of her hands came to rest on one of yours that was resting on her hips. You groaned at how warm and tight her pussy is. You smacked her ass again before taking her hands in yours and intertwining them. You leaned over her and spread her hands that were in yours out on the counter. You pressed a kiss to her cheek and temple.

"Such a good girl. Taking me so well." You said before moving to pepper kisses across her shoulders. Alexia moaned at the praise, her eyes rolling back as you began moving quicker.

"Mhm, yes! Yo- your good girl! Only yours!" Alexia replied, her hands balled into fists and eyes closing shut as continuous moans slipped out of her. Her mouth dropped open in a silent scream as you stood up straight again and gave her ass two hard smacks.

"Fuck! More please." Alexia whined loving the feel of your hands on her ass as well as the burning sensation it left. She felt so full and could feel you repeatedly hitting her g spot. You continued smacking her ass as Alexia let out loud moans and started to back up against you trying to reach her climax.

"Don't you dare cum without my permission. You want to be good for me, no?" You warned as you brought your hands up gathering her hair into one before pulling on it. Alexia whimpered and you pulled until her back met your front. You kept a grip on her hair with one hand and placed the other around her neck slightly choking her as you pounded into her faster.

"Yes, yes. I'll be a good girl, I promise just please let me cum, please." Alexia whined, her pussy clenching as she struggled not to cum. Her hair stuck to her face and her entire body was covered in sweat. She arched her back and pushed into you more, her hands gripping the counter in front of her.

"Fuck" You groaned at how her pussy was clenching your dick. You could feel your orgasm approaching quickly. You moved your hand from her neck and trailed it down her body. Her abs contracted as your hand grazed them. You placed your hand between her thighs and began to quickly rub her clit. Alexia screamed your name, her body tensing up as she tried to hold in her release. You're pretty sure the neighbors can hear her with how loud she's being.

"Please, please, please let me come Y/n! Fuck!" Alexia begged as tears welled up in her eyes, the pleasure becoming too much for her.

"Cum pretty girl. Cum for me." You said as you continued to rub her clit, your own release fast approaching.

"Y/n!" Alexia shouted, whimpering as she let go. You came as well and Alexia sighed happily.

"Shit." You said as you moved to pull out but Alexia whined moving to hold your hand indicating that she wanted you to stay. You leaned over and turned her face towards you.

"I love you" you whispered, placing a loving kiss on her lips.

"Love you too. You're so good to me." Alexia mumbled, smiling tiredly as she looked into your eyes. You smiled, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear before giving her a longing kiss.

"Shall we take this to the bedroom?" You smirked and Alexia nodded.

You stood up and slowly pulled out, a small 'pop' sound being made. Alexia groaned as she felt empty again and her pussy clenched around nothing.

"God you're gorgeous." You said pulling her off the counter and turning her around. You placed your hands on her waist and leaned down placing kisses all around her face. Alexia's giggles filled the room and you smiled before bringing her into a passionate kiss. Your tongue tangled with hers as her arms came up to wrap around your neck. Your hands moved down to grip her ass and Alexia whimpered, her ass still a bit sore from the spanks.

You placed your hands under her thighs and picked her up. Alexia squealed, smiling into the kiss as she wrapped her legs around your waist. You pulled back and gave her one last peck before moving to your shared bedroom. Alexia smiled softly as she buried her face into your neck, her cheeks a bright red. She loved your random displays of strength and how easily you could handle her. She always felt so secure in your arms and loved when you carried her.

You entered the room and placed Alexia down. She unwrapped her arms and legs from you and you settled on top of her between her legs. Alexia smiled and placed her hands behind your head, her fingers tangling in your hair. She pulled you down and kissed you softly. Once. Twice. And then a third time. The tenderness of the kiss made your heart beat erratically as you looked down at the love of your life. No one would ever compare to her. Ever.

Your eyes widened in shock as Alexia flipped you over. You are now lying on your back with her straddling you. She ran her hands along your abs and bit her lip loving how they felt under her fingers. She moved her hands up past your chest and placed them beside your head.

"I want to ride you." She said in her thick Spanish accent, her hazel eyes locked on yours. Your eyes widened as you nodded, stunned at her change in demeanor. Alexia moved one of her hands down to grab your dick. She pumped it two times before lining it up with her pussy. Alexia moaned softly, her hands gripping the sheets as she sank onto you.

She would never get tired of the way you stretched her out and how full you made her feel. You watched her take a deep breath as your whole dick was situated in her. She took a minute to adjust before she started moving up and down slowly. She leaned back and took your big hands placing them on her boobs and prompting you to squeeze them.

Your whole hand covered her entire boob as you squeezed and played with them. Alexia moaned, resting her hands behind her on your thighs as she sped up her pace. You began playing with her nipples squeezing and tugging at them as you relished in the feeling of her tight pussy around your dick.

Alexia closed her eyes, moans along with whispered calls of your name spilling from her lips. She looked breathtaking, even with her hair all over the place and covered in sweat you couldn't get enough of her. You sit up to whisper into her ear.

"Look at you falling apart on my dick. What would everyone think if they knew how much of a whore you are for me, hm? The best in the world moaning like a slut on my dick" Alexia let out a loud moan, her arms wrapping around your neck, pulling you closer as she began bouncing harder and faster. You wrapped an arm around her waist, sucking dark hickeys into her skin once again. You marked up her chest with numerous reminders of this night that you knew would take quite a while to fade.

"Yeah, you like that? Bouncing up and down my dick like the dirty fucking slut you are? Being so good for me, such a good girl." You said as you moved your hands to caress her plump ass. Alexia's eyes rolled back, her last grip on a clear state of mind slipping. She was unable to respond, couldn't focus on anything but the dirty words being whispered into her ear and the feeling of your thick cock sliding in and out of her. God she loved you.

Alexia screamed, jolting forward as you landed a harsh smack to her right ass cheek. The built up tears began slipping from her eyes as the combined pain and pleasure brought her that familiar feeling in the pit of her stomach. She loved how rough you were being right now.

"I asked you a fucking question didn't I?" You spat harshly.

"Sí, sí, papi. I like being your dirty slut! Just for you!" Alexia moans looking into your eyes as she speeds up her pace.

"Good."

Alexia squealed in surprise as you flipped her onto her back. You spread her legs and made her hold them open, leaning over her as you began pounding into her. The new position allowed your dick to go deeper into Alexia, bringing her to a whole new level of pleasure. Her eyes widened as more tears made their way down her face rapidly.

She screamed, loud moans that you were sure the neighbors were hearing spilling from her lips uncontrollably. She clenched her eyes shut and her hands gripped the bed sheets as the sound of your hips meeting hers along with her moans filled the room. A soft slap landed on her cheek and she opened her eyes. Her wide eyes looked into yours as you smirked at her fucked out look. 'God that smirk,' she thought, loving how you looked right now.

"Eyes on me, okay hermosa?" (beautiful)

"Mhm, si papi." She replied nodding rapidly not wanting to upset you in any way, especially with how close she was to coming.

You sped up your pace even more, pounding into her with long deep strokes that had her legs shaking and her abs contracting. Alexia spreads her legs wide, whimpering as she felt herself grow closer to the edge. She brought her hands under your armpits and around your back her nails digging into your skin. You groaned at the slight pain, your orgasm building quickly.

You grabbed on of Alexia's hands and placed it on her clit. Alexia moaned as she began rapidly rubbing her clit.

"I'm gonna cum. Can I cum please?"

"Mmm." You smirked teasing her as you dragged it out.

"You can do better than that, pretty girl."

"Please Y/n, please! I can't hold it any longer. I've been a good girl. Por favor papi?" Your smirk grew at her begging, deciding to have mercy on her.

"Go ahea-

Before you could even finish Alexia was cumming with a loud shout of your name. Alexia continued rubbing her clit and you slowed your pace as you helped her ride out her orgasm. You furrowed your eyebrows, something about this orgasm seemed different. You looked down and saw a wet patch on the sheets. 'Holy shit, I just made her squirt' you thought as your eyes widened.

"What is it?" Alexia asked as she noticed the look on your face.

"I made you squirt." You said smugly, looking into her eyes. You pulled out and rubbed at her clit. Alexia moaned, her body jolting as she squirted more. Her eyes widened and she shakily propped herself up on her elbows as she looked down at her pussy. Her cheeks heated up in embarrassment as she saw the wet patch and she lifted her head to look into your eyes. That familiar feeling built in her again as she looked into your dark eyes.

Alexia reached down and positioned you dick back at the entrance of her pussy. You pushed in again and set a fast pace.

Alexia cried out, throwing her head back and gripping onto you with her eyes clenched shut as you fucked into her sore pussy. Her eyes flew open and rolled back, her body trembling as she came for a fourth time. A blissful sigh leaving both your lips as you came down from your orgasm and slowed your thrust to a stop. Alexia relaxed her legs, panting as she looked at you.

You released a long sigh of relief watching as her walls clenched around you. You collapsed down onto her chest nuzzling your face into her soft breast. Alexia laughed tiredly as her hands came up to play with your hair. She pressed a kiss to your temple and you smiled.

You looked up at her with a smile. Bringing your hands up to wipe the tears from her cheeks before placing kisses on both of them.

"You okay? I wasn't too rough right?" You asked, your eyes scanning her body for any signs that you had gone too far.

"No, you were perfect. Absolutely perfect. Thank you." She cupped your face and looked into your eyes before placing a soft peck on your lips.

"You don't have to thank me angel."

***

Alexia sighed as she leaned back against your chest. The warm water of the bath helping to relax her sore muscles. Her arms rested on yours which were wrapped around her waist and she swore she had never been happier. Alexia rested her head on your shoulder and smiled softly, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the moment.

You were looking at her with soft eyes full of nothing but love and adoration. You loved seeing her so relaxed and happy after the rough couple of months she'd been through and you were glad you were the one to bring her this peace.

After cleaning up and drying off the two of you were wrapped in your robes and ready for bed after a long day. You had changed the sheets and had just finished brushing your teeth. Alexia began walking out of the bathroom only to stumble. Had it not been for you wrapping your arms around her waist, she would've fell. Her legs trembling and sore from the previous late night activities.

"Jesus, I got you good huh?" Alexia rolled her eyes pushing you away playfully as she crossed her arms. A deep blush adorning her face at your comment. You certainly had done well on your mission of fucking her till she can't walk.

"Shut up and carry me." Alexia mumbled, refusing to make eye contact.

"So demanding." Alexia slapped your chest, her blush deepening even more as a small smile came across her face. You laughed, picking her up bridal style and carrying her to the bed. You set her down before turning off the lights and moving to settle down next to her.

The only source of light was now the slivers of moonlight shining through the window blinds. You lay facing each other and you pulled her bare body into yours. Alexia craved skin to skin contact after intimate moments and who were you to deprive her of it?

She cuddles up to you, her head resting on your chest with her arm across your body and your legs tangled with one another, your arm thrown over her waist securing her in place. Alexia's eyes were closed, she was on the edge of sleep and you were in a similar state.

As you lay there looking at the love of your life laying in your arms all you could think about was spending the rest of your life with her.

“Alexia.”

“Hm.” Alexia perks up at the use of her full name.

“Will you marry me?” It slips out with ease, all the nervousness you’ve had about this moment fading away as the two of you lay there.

“What? Bebé, I’m literally naked!” Alexia looks up at you with shock. You chuckle and sit up, Alexia following your movements. You take both her hand in yours and look into her eyes.

“Uh- I-I’m not great with words so bare with me.” You begin. Alexia smiles and squeezes your hand her heart racing as she waits for you to continue.

“I have never met anyone like you. Your presence lightens my whole day. I know I’m not the easiest to deal with but you make me a better person and everyday I spend with you is filled with endless love and admiration.”

“I know we’ve been through a lot together. And I want to continue to be there for you through the good, the bad, and the best. I knew the first time I looked into your beautiful eyes and saw your gorgeous smile all those years ago that you were the one I wanted to be with forever. I don’t know what I would do without you in my life.”

Alexia sniffles, her smile wider than life as tears gather in her eyes. You release her hands and lean over to grab the blue velvet box. You get off the bed and kneel down, looking up at Alexia as she wipes her tears and crawls to the edge of the bed.

“So, Alexia Putellas Segura… will you make me the happiest and luckiest woman on earth and marry me?” You ask as you open the box. Alexia gasps at the sight of the ring before lunging at you enveloping you in a tight hug. Your laugh fills the room. You return the hug as you place one hand behind you to stop the both of you from falling back.

“So is that a yes?”

“Yes! Of course, idiota.” Alexia beams as she leans back to sit on your lap, pushing her hand toward you. You smile get impossibly wider and you remove the ring from the box before placing it on her finger.

Alexia squeals and pulls you in for a kiss trying to express all the emotions she feeling right now as her tongue caresses yours.

“It’s so perfect.” Alexia whispers looking down at the ring on her finger. You smile softly watching her as she admires the ring. You had spent days looking for the perfect ring for Alexia. Mapi and Alba getting annoyed with you multiple times when you would turn down other beautiful rings.

But you didn’t care. It was for Alexia, the love of your life. She deserved nothing less than the best and you would stop at nothing to make sure she gets it.

“I love you, angel, forever." You whispered looking at her face that was lit up by the moonlight, pressing a kiss to her temple.

"Love you too bebé, forever.” Alexia cupped your face as she pulled you in for a delicate kiss.

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✨ PAYMENT:  What: USD or RUB When: full pre-payment (when you sent me the email and we approved the art idea) Where: Boosty/Hypolink (russian platforms, support payment via PayPal)

✨ PROCESS: You write to me in private messages on Tumblr, briefly tell me your idea of our future art, what style and what slot you want (full body / half body / bust). Then I give you my email address and you send me an email (with your Tumblr name as the topic please) with all necessary references (your character's face claim, their pose, clothes, background etc.). You describe the idea of the art in details, where it takes place, and other things that I need to know so that I can base the sketch on all that info, because after you approve the sketch, I don’t change art much in the further stages of the work, just some details. I send you the payment link on my Boosty page. Send you the sketch. After you confirm that you like the sketch, I finish the work and send it on your email😊

✨ OTHER: - I don’t correct the art after you approved the finished version. - I don’t copy other artist’s work. - I publish every commission on my social media, if you don’t want it to be published, just let me know. - If you’re not sure about the art idea, I can suggest you 4 sketches with different poses/concepts/angles for extra $20 and you pick the one you like the most. - For significant corrections or a lot of small ones at any stage of work, an additional fee may be charged (this doesn’t apply to some small adjustments or details witch I missed). There are 3 free changes at the each stages of the work (sketch, finished version), further - $2-$5.

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And of course I can't skip to say a huge thank you to those who commissioned and continue commissioning art from me! It means a lot! For real! This is not only material support, but also moral one, saying that I’m not wasting my time and energy in vain, that I’m moving in the right direction, that people like what I do! I can't tell how inspiring it is!! 300 commissions! I’ve never imagined that one day I would draw so many art for others! Just.. wow!! Thank you again so much for trusting me bringing to life your ideas! I truly appreciate it!😌

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I think this is it, right? If you have any questions, feel free to DM me ;)  

I’ll be VERY grateful for your reblogs!! ❤❤❤❤❤❤ (and thank you very much for this in advance, it helps me A LOOOOOOOOOT, you are the ones who keep me alive literally! I see each and every one of you doing that! You’re the best!!!) Thanks for your attention! Have a good day =)

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I’m Not Your Fiancée, Ranma [a ranma saotome with fem!reader mini series] part two

warnings: anime/manga spoilers, slight canon divergence, very mild Akane bashing.

Hey guys and welcome back to the second episode in this mini series! It’s been a wild ride writing for this classic anime, and so far the Netflix remake has delivered in laughs, drama, and slow-burn romantic tension!

Thank you all so much for supporting this content, I honestly wasn’t expecting so much positive feedback from everyone or to have requests to join the taglist! 😊 Shout-out to my dear friend @deathmetalunicorn1 who helped me figure out a unique and fun way to write out this part, a journal entry from the one and only Nabiki Tendo!

So with that being said, sit back, relax, and watch for that bucket of cold water! :3

Part One

Who would have thought that Ranma Saotome would actually stand up for himself and spout off a subtle confession of love towards my little sister? Now, my dear Confidante, you may think he finally said it to Akane, and that the constant drama in my house would finally quiet down and there would be some peace, the likes of which hasn't happened since the pigtailed boy and his father came knocking on our door last year. Alas, that is not the case, because Ranma declared in the dojo that he wanted to have my adorable little [First Name] be the person he was engaged to rather than tolerate my sister once more.

Not that I blame him, really.

As much as I love Akane and the huge wade of bills I can bring home from selling photos of her at school, she can be a violent maniac whenever jealousy rears its ugly head and makes a big deal out of everything. Seriously, and I thought she was already a handful with her constant declarations of hating men, though I partially blame Kuno for that one, even if he is one of my best clients. Let me continue before I get off track. As the old saying goes, “time is money.” Naturally, Daddy and Mr. Saotome did not take the proclamation very well. It wasn’t even a minute before they stomped into the dojo and started yelling at him.

“Ranma, how could you?!” Daddy wailed as crocodile tears streamed down his face. “I know you and Akane love each other, that’s why you must go through with this engagement!”

“Boy, do you even know what you know what you are saying?!” Mr. Saotome bellowed. “Akane is your fiancee! It is your duty to marry her and carry on the school!”

Ranma scowled. “Oh, really? Do ya think she can even teach a student without flyin’ off the handle? An’ ya don’t have to be good at martial arts to run this place, anyway!” His hands hung by his sides, clenching and unclenching into tight fists. That’s usually a sign when he’s trying to reign in his own anger. “I told ya before that I didn’t come all the way here just so you can marry me off, but ya didn’t listen! So for once in your miserable old life, let me get a say in who I want to spend the rest of my life with!” He then turned to Daddy. “Mr. Tendo, I don’t love Akane. I mean…I did, or I thought I did, but all she does is get mad at me for things I didn’t do and make me try her cooking! She thinks I’m goin’ behind her back with Ukyo an’ Shampoo when they’re the ones who come onto me! What the heck am I supposed to do in that situation, anyway?!”

You could have just told them off, Ranma. But it’s your vow as a martial artist to never strike a girl. That’s how you’ve always been. As for [First Name]? Well, she was still on the floor, in shock at what she heard for a bit until she stood up and stepped in front of Ranma, shielding him from Daddy as his battle aura oozed into the dojo, changing my sweet dear Daddy into a demon version of himself, large head with a forked tongue and all that jazz.

“Dad, enough.” [First Name] said firmly. “Ranma has done nothing wrong. Ever since he’s been here, you’ve always blamed him for Akane’s unhappiness. I’m not saying he isn’t completely innocent, because sometimes it is his fault. But if what he’s saying is true, then we need to respect his decision. Mr. Saotome, I know you want to keep your promise to your old friend, but this engagement is something he didn’t want. It’s not what Akane wanted either, but everyone pushed them together. You perceived their loud shouting as adorable and believed they were a lovely couple.” [First Name] scoffed. “Don’t make me repeat myself, Father. Back. Off.”

Imagine my surprise when my easygoing little sister exerted her own battle aura into the dojo, something that rarely happens unless she’s extremely angered. I can do it, and so can Kasumi, but it’s like with [First Name]. Only when we’re really furious and that’s fine with me. I’d rather put my energy into making more money. Daddy also found it surprising, as he quickly redirected the conversation back to the problem.

“B-but the schools, sweetie! We must unite the schools before Mr. Saotome and I pass on! You know, the only way to accomplish that is through a betrothal!” I almost gagged at the sound of his whiny voice. Good grief, how pathetic.

“An engagement, not a business negotiation between two old friends?” [First Name] countered. “Where one of us manages the school, and Ranma and some other teachers can coach the students? Have you ever entertained that possibility?”

“Are you questioning our judgement, girl?!” Mr. Saotome snarled.

“I’m questioning your sanity!”

Naturally, I intervened before things got too messy. I told them all to calm down, and offered a solution: it’s obvious that Ranma does not want to get back with Akane, and he has expressed an interest in [First Name]. I had no interest in taking up bridal duties again. I’m pretty sure Kasumi still doesn’t like younger men, and has expressed little interest in dating either, at least that I know of. So, why not switch the engagement from Akane, and have [First Name] be his new fiancee? We’ll see how things go, and no pressuring them to do anything they weren’t ready for unless Daddy and Mr. Saotome want this arrangement to not work out because of their meddling. But my little sister’s earlier proposition wasn’t bad either, if things didn’t work out between Ranma and [First Name]. No one really gets engaged in high school anymore, and there are other ways to manage a martial arts school that didn’t involve marriage. I guess the reason Daddy never considered that idea is that he really wants one of us to marry his best friend’s son and retire. Mr. Saotome probably just wants to live comfortably for the rest of his life, so typical of the lazy panda man.

So, that’s where it stands now. Ranma and [First Name] have been engaged for over a week, and nothing’s really changed between them. Well, it’s more like they are still adjusting to these changes. Ranma is still weary of her, thinking my dear little sister is being nice and then will start acting like Akane as soon as [First Name] sees something she doesn’t like. Tut, tut, silly Ranma. But I’ll let him figure that out on his own, unless he pays the exclusive 10,000 yen consultation fee I offer and give an honest opinion. And [First Name]? Well, she still treats Ranma with respect, helps him with his homework, and doesn’t cling to him like Shampoo or Ukyo. In fact, if she has a club meeting, she insists he go home without her and she’ll be fine walking home at night.

[First Name] is too kind for her own good. Kasumi knows it too. She chided Ranma in the kitchen one evening when he came home without [First Name], saying it’s not a good idea to let a girl walk home by herself even if she says she will be okay. Ranma had the decency to look a little ashamed before shuffling back to the room he shared with Mr. Saotome to apparently get some homework done. Will wonders ever cease to happen in this house, my dear Confidante?

How is Akane taking this change? Not very well. She keeps insisting [First Name] can do better than a pervert, and things will only get worse. I beg to differ.

I already see that things around the house are much calmer. There’s been no fighting, no tables thrown, or Ranma flying across the neighborhood with bumps on his head. He may think we do not notice as soon as dinner is over, but he helps [First Name] with clearing the table or washing the dishes. One morning, I even saw him in the kitchen, getting her lunch out of the fridge and setting it next to her school bag so she didn’t forget it and eat at the cafeteria again. I was sure I wasn’t imagining it, sleep and caffeine deprived.

Everything will be fine. I’m sure of it. I can only hope that Shampoo or the other girls don’t get any funny ideas yet. [First Name] has said nothing about the engagement at school, and Akane just harrumphs and says she’s happy to no longer be engaged to a pervert anymore.

I want to write more, but it seems there’s someone knocking at my door. That’s strange. I wasn’t expecting any clients today. Will be back.

Later -

Unbelievable. Ranma Saotome has just left and made me richer after a lengthy consultation about where he could take [First Name] for their first date this Sunday. Mr. Saotome has been upset that he’s been neglecting [First Name] and somehow misconstrued it as a challenge, both as a martial artist and as a man. Honestly, it amazes me how can these people even be my family. Good luck little sister, you will need it. 

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I have a request for oscar piastri! maybe comforting him after a bad DNF or if you have any other ideas would be fine! thank you 😊

DNF~Oscar Piastri

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Oscarrrr. my baby. protecting this little boy with my life. the unproblematic king. enjoy this <3

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y/n let out a sigh of disappointment as she saw Oscar's car in the pits. After his collision with Sainz, he wasn't able to continue and had to retire his car.

She was excited for him. He was starting P5, and finished P3 in the sprint race. He loved Spa and was looking forward to getting some valuable points.

y/n was in the garage, sitting at the end of it. When Oscar got out of the car, he had his 'I don't care' face on. He always does that. But she knows that deep down he was disappointed too.

Oscar then disappeared from the garage, before y/n got a text on her phone.

Oscar🤍 meet me in my driver's room. I love you

I'll be there. I love you more

She smiled before excusing herself, and finding her way to Oscar's room. She knocked on the door before walking inside. Seeing Oscar sat on the ground, his knees pulled up to his chest. When he saw her, he smiled instantly, although it looked fake, but y/n still smiled back

"hey you. how are you doing?" she asked, closing the door behind her and walking slowly to him

"I'm fine. its just one DNF so it doesn't matter" he shrugged his shoulders, acting as if he doesn't care. But both of them knew that he's the most one that cares

This is what Oscar is known for. Acting as if its nothing important and bottling up his feelings so no one knows what he's really feeling.

"come on love. tell me how you're really feeling" she ushered him to talk, sitting on the ground next to him

He leaned his head on her shoulder, putting one of his hands in hers, before letting out a sigh.

"I was so excited to get in the car and drive today after my P2 yesterday. I thought maybe I could get a real podium today. But then I get pushed by another car and blamed for it. I dont even know if I'm disappointed at the result or angry at the other driver" he confessed, taking deep breaths between each sentence

y/n raised his head from her shoulder and grabbed his face between her hands

"hey. yesterday was amazing and if it doesn't seem like a real podium for everyone else then it is to us. you did a brilliant job yesterday and so did you today. you would've had an incredible race if you finsihed today. And no matter what you do or where you finish I'm always gonna be so proud of you and supporting you." she smiled at him, rubbing her thumb against his cheek

He gave her a weak smile back, kissing her lips softly before laying his head in the crook of her neck

"I love you so much" he mumbled against her neck

y/n smiled and raised her hand to his hair, and the other wrapped around his waist

"I love you more darling"

[writing-house-of-m]

Till death do us part.

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Genre: Fluff, and some Angst

Warnings: Talks of death, blood and vomiting.

Word count: 7179

Summary: It was a joint decision between you and Wanda wanting to raise your family together full time. There is just one last mission before you retire.

A/N: Who do I think I am, posting three weeks in a row 😂 This one has been a long time coming. I was given the prompt (a long time ago) “She wakes to the sound of you dying.” by @cuinaminute229 - I finally completed it mate! I hope you all enjoy. Let me know what you think 😊

The three of you are running through the halls. You don't know how but an alarm was triggered and now you want to make it out of the building before a fight starts.

Too late.

Turning the next corner you are met with five guards all equipped to take you down.

This is not what you wanted.

The plan was so meticulously thought out, you allowed yourself to be optimistic, that this mission could be done without a hitch, but you should have known. Better to keep expectations low, right?

You can only hope they haven't found out about the support you have outside the building.

Tony, Sam, Vision and Wanda.

Two days ago

"Y/l/n, you're with Rogers and Romanoff."

You look up from the file on the table in front of you to the man holding the meeting feeling slightly perplexed.

"But sir, I'm normally partnered with Wanda because of how well we work together," you blurt out, before you can stop yourself.

"I know, but we need Wanda outside where her powers will be useful while the three of you get the job done inside," the man with the eyepatch clarifies.

You grimace slightly and it doesn't go unnoticed by Fury. So he continues, "I know you like spending time with your wife, agent, but you will have to spend a few hours away from each other this time," he finishes, getting a few chuckles from around the table.

You smile and nod your head to show you have acknowledged him. It is not your fault, you can't help but worry about your wife.

"How about Pietro? Where is he? He'd be perfect for this with his speed," you try to reason.

Fury is still smirking from his previous joke and keeps it going for his audience like this meeting is his very own stand-up comedy set, "Throwing the brother-in-law under the bus isn't going to work," causing another round of chuckles. "His skills are being used elsewhere," he finally clarifies.

Wanda notices your reluctance next to you. She takes your hand from the file to hold in her lap under the table for the rest of the meeting. The weight of her hand and the occasional squeeze she gives it brings you a semblance of calm.

After the meeting is over and everyone leaves to get prepped for the upcoming mission, Wanda speaks to you to reassure that everything will be ok. She has a soft smile on her face, "We've been apart in missions before, we'll get it done and be on our way home in no time."

Her hand still hasn't left yours since she took it earlier. You take a step forward leaning your forehead against hers while taking her other hand in yours, "I can't help but worry, it feels different this time."

You know she can take care of herself but you didn't want to be anywhere that wasn't by her side right now. This mission feels as though it has come at the worst time.

Present day

Taking out the five guards was easy work for the three of you.

Turns out they were just a warm up.

When you make it outside, you see Tony disarming someone who had a missile launcher aimed in Vision's direction. Vision throws two guys into the air that Sam finishes off as he flies past and Wanda, you can't see her, but you can see the red tendrils of her powers meaning she too, was engaged in combat.

After your quick assessment of the area the three of you spring back into action.

The base is in the middle of a forest deep underground. It's the reason the plans were so detailed, Hydra would have seen you coming from a mile away.

Hiding and manoeuvring behind and around trees you do what you are best at - taking down the enemy.

With Natasha by your side, watching each other's backs, you take down a few soldiers next to what looks like a turret. It is shooting out energy blasts to try and knock you unconscious so you can then be taken as prisoners. Once the area is clear you take over the controls using it to take out a similar one on the opposite side of the battlefield.

The machine makes it easy to take down bad guys while you do your best to avoid your teammates. For you this is just another 'day at the office' so your mind drifts to your home life.

Three months ago

Stirring awake you rub the sleep from your eyes. The warmth from your two bodies encased by your covers provide you with enough comfort to make you want to fall back into slumber.

You are about to nod off again when her soft whisper brings you back to reality, "You better not be going back to sleep," Wanda says, her warm breath that smells of toothpaste fans over your face making you smile silly.

"Of course not love," you lie, "I was just thinking about all the things you needed me to do around the house."

You hear her chuckle, "Oh, I'm sure you were." She pushes your shoulder so that you roll on to your back. Wanda presses most of her weight on top of you, stroking your cheek.

With your eyes still closed she places a few soft kisses along your neck and jaw. "Hmm...I could get used to this," you crack open one eye slightly, "but you missed a spot," you say, pointing to your lips.

"Uh uh, not until you've brushed your teeth, Morning Breath," Wanda says, slapping your chest once, causing you to whine as you stretch a little.

Wanda is always the one to wake up first. Usually she will get a head start on anything needed for the day. But considering it is a weekend she has chosen to come back into bed and allow herself a morning to lounge around.

Now, with both your eyes open, you move one of your hands that was resting on her waist to her cheek and look at her freshly washed morning face.

"Good morning," you finally say, rubbing her cheek with your thumb. Despite her 'morning breath' statement she gives you a peck on the lips and returns the greeting.

The two of you have been home for two weeks. No missions. No dire need of your presence required at the compound. Just you, Wanda an-

You hear the patter of small feet and a few knocks on the door signalling the end of your peace this morning.

Having had the luxury of experiencing it more than a few times these past weeks, you know how this is going to go.

"So, what's our play this time?" You whisper to her.

"I like the one where we pretend to be asleep," she whispers back. Being quiet is detrimental so the two, soon to be, intruders are none the wiser.

You take your positions, relaxed bodies, closed eyes, waiting for the unavoidable moment when they can't help themselves and try to sneak into the room.

The sound of a soft click, notifies you the door has been opened, along with hushed tones of, "Shh, be quiet!" You admire their efforts, they are still new recruits in covert operations after all.

When they are close enough the two of you sit up, arms raised with a loud, "AHHHH!" They both let out high pitched shrieks while the two of you can't help but laugh, giving each other a high five, Wanda giggling as she leans against you.

Tommy is the first to speak, "That wasn't funny!" Followed by Billy, "You do this every time," they groan.

You and Wanda are still giggling as the boys climb onto the bed. "That's what you get for trying to sneak in here," you say triumphantly, "when will you ever learn, huh?" You question as they get comfortable between you both.

Wanda can't help but wonder, "Why are you two always awake so early on the weekends?" The boys look at each other while you sit and watch the interaction in awe as she continues, "I struggle to get you out of bed on school mornings."

They turn back to their mother and shrug, "Weekends mean more time for fun," Tommy responds. The boy, always ready with a quick quip.

Wanda gasps as she moves forward, "Why you little-" she says, tickling him.

Tommy begins to laugh while you and Billy giggle as if you're watching a show play out in front of you.

Once everyone settles back down your stomach rumbles, starting off another round of laughter.

"Ok, ok, I think that's the signal for us all to get washed up and get some breakfast sorted," you instruct.

Just like clockwork, Wanda makes her way to the kitchen while you try and get the boys to cooperate.

After a little bit of a struggle to wrangle the energetic boys together you get them to complete their morning routine.

Before you head down, you check to make sure they are done with what they were told and eventually, you make it downstairs disturbing Wanda's peace.

When you arrive in the kitchen, Wanda smiles over her shoulder at you. Kissing her on the cheek, you take over flipping pancakes so she can finish getting morning beverages sorted.

The boys bicker about their toys as they wait in their seats for their pancakes. You and Wanda sit, passing plates around and help with any fruits they want.

You can't help but feel content at the quiet, the only sounds in the room coming from cutlery hitting plates as well as the occasional competitive comment from the boys about who can finish eating first. This is what your life is and you love every second of it.

Both you and Wanda are in agreement, you couldn't be happier with the way your lives have turned out.

These weeks have only solidified yours and Wanda's plans; officially retiring from the Avengers.

Present day

The fight feels never-ending. Bad guys showing up left and right. You can't afford to think about your fatigue, a distraction could mean the difference between life and death.

You feel something rush past you and the three guys you are shielding yourself from behind a sandbag wall are knocked to the floor.

Vibrations travelling through the floor from a loud roar signals Banner is also here, making you smile with relief. You are thankful some backup has arrived.

"What? You didn't see that coming?" The speedster says, putting his hand out for you to take so you can get off the ground. "And where's my thank you?"

"For taking so long? You know, for a speedster, you're pretty slow," you joke back to Pietro.

He laughs lightly before speeding off, "Try to keep up in-law!" The gray haired man taunts.

…

The battle seems to be coming to an end, only a few brave soldiers on the opposing side are still trying their best even if they are losing.

You take in your surroundings and deem the area you are in as clear before making your way to find Wanda. You follow her powers like a beacon to get to her.

Seeing her take out an enemy brings a proud smile to your face. You can see she is exhausted but will always fight till her last breath.

Feeling your presence, she turns to you after taking down a final soldier. She smiles at you tiredly as you make your way to her.

"I'm sorry honey, I wanted to get to you sooner to show you I was okay, but I was a little busy," you say when you reach her, hands cupping her cheeks, rubbing them and feeling her relax a little in your presence.

"Don't worry malysh, I knew you were here," she rests her face in the crook of your neck inhaling, "I could feel you." The vibrations of her voice against you make the hairs on the back of your neck stand on edge.

You take a short moment for yourselves, before you meet with the rest of the team gathered in one place as you usually do once the fight is over.

Making your way, everyone checks the bodies they pass on the floor to make sure they are fully knocked out, ready to be detained. The clean up crew will be here soon.

Walking towards where the rest of the team is, you notice you are the last to arrive. The team all gathers and you relax a little by one of the sandbag walls beginning small chit-chat. You allow Wanda to fully press her back against your front as you lean against the wall, anything to help with the tiredness she is feeling.

Bruce confirms a silent alarm was triggered when you, Steve and Natasha got to the targeted archive room.

All that mattered now was that the mission was complete, with no major casualties.

Wanda is now leaning heavily on you so you keep your arms wrapped securely around her to keep her upright.

As SHIELD agents start to appear they begin their part of the process so your team begins their trek in the direction of the quinjets.

Still feeling a little tired, you wait back with your wife, who is now sitting on top of the wall, to allow her a little more time to replenish some energy. When she is ready she takes your hand leaning into you again after you help her down.

"When we get back I'm running you a nice hot bath," you say into her hair.

Wanda moves her head to make eye contact with you, "I hope you're taking this bath with me," she smiles.

"Like I'd have it any other way," you shake your head, smiling back at her, chuckling.

As you look ahead of you while you walk, you hear something and see some movement from the corner of your eye.

In that moment everything feels as if it moves in slow motion.

You see an enemy soldier laying on the ground. Their arm sluggishly moves, taking something from their belt and pulling the pin. Your eyes widen as you turn to Wanda, pushing her away behind another wall you are passing.

It all happens so fast.

The grenade flying through the air in your direction, followed by a loud explosion of heat.

Your body flies backwards, hitting a tree.

Hard.

In the last seconds of your consciousness pain radiates through your body but all you can think about is if Wanda was out of the blast radius.

One month ago

You seem to be spending more and more time at home now that the Avengers have recruited more help, one of them being Natasha's sister who you were surprised to learn about.

There has been a steady flow of smaller missions where you then get to spend a full week at home. It has been a good time to be able to get a schedule into place. Creating a normal home life for Billy and Tommy.

As you put the boys to bed you hear Wanda in the bathroom throwing up everything from dinner for the third night in a row.

Even though she tells you it must be a bug and that it will pass soon, you feel worried.

-

The next day arrives and you take Billy and Tommy to school on your own for the second time this week when Wanda said she wasn't feeling too good this morning.

She hasn't been able to keep much down, first it was some dinners but the previous day she didn't keep anything down at all.

By the time you get back you hear her in the bathroom emptying the contents of her stomach once again.

You have been kneeling next to her rubbing her back trying to help her through this as much as you can. When she seems to be done, she sits to the side and you help her lean against the wall then take a seat in front of her.

"Three days in a row can't be a coincidence, my love," You think you might know what is causing this but-

"It's too soon, right?" She finishes your thought out loud, "I know I'm late but I thought that was from the stress of everything going on. It took months with Billy and Tommy."

"Either way, I've already made an appointment with Dr Cortez," you can't help the panicked look on your face. Wanda thinks it's admirable so she smiles at you.

"And when did you make this appointment?" Wanda asks, raising her eyebrows, "Also, when is it?"

You smile sheepishly at getting caught. "I called yesterday, she had a cancellation for this afternoon," Wanda shakes her head amused. She puts out her hand to show she is ready to get up so you help her to her feet and don't let go until you see she is steady.

Wanda wraps her arms around you and presses the side of her face into your chest, "Have I told you how much I love you?"

You kiss the top of her head murmuring into her hair, "No, not today you haven't," you scoff slightly.

She lifts her head to look at you with her chin now resting against you. You try not to make a face but you do. You know you have been caught from seeing Wanda's expression changing so you say something before she can, "If you think you're going to kiss me with your vomit breath, you've got another thing coming."

Wanda moves away and looks at you in the mirror as she reaches for her toothbrush, "What ever happened to 'in sickness and in health'?"

"Oh, I can still love you in sickness, it doesn't mean I have to kiss you," your response is a little too quick for Wanda's liking. "Besides I still remember you calling me 'morning breath', it's only fair I return the favour now," you finish with a cheeky smile meeting her eyes in the mirror.

"Not one for holding on to the past I see," Wanda muffles past the foamy toothpaste in her mouth sarcastically. While you just smile at her comment.

-

When you make it to your appointment, Dr Cortez takes some samples and instructs you to await her call.

You are done in time for the school run so the two of you pick the boys up and treat them to pizza for dinner.

Wanda's sickness still hasn't lightened up, you are glad she suggested the safe choice of a soup instead of the greasy food so you had picked that up too.

She ends up bringing up her dinner and instead of hovering around her you keep the boys busy with deciding on a movie to watch because they are done with their homework. The last thing you want is them to notice and be concerned for their mother's health.

Once you have them settled you go to check on Wanda. As you get to her she is already leaving the bathroom with a tired expression on her face.

You take her in your arms and comfort her. It's the only thing you can really do. Wanda wraps her arms around you leaning against heavily into your side as you make your way to the living room.

Once you make it to the couch, as always the boys are situated in the middle. You help Wanda sit on one side while you move to sit on the other side.

This is how you spend most evenings, cuddled up relaxing. This time the choice of movie is lost on you because all you can think about is Wanda and what could come from the test results.

You don't notice Wanda looking in your direction. She moves her arm to the back cushions stretching over to run her fingers through the back of your hair, "Your thoughts are loud, honey," she keeps her voice low so the boys don’t divert their attention from the television, before you look over.

"I'm sorry, I jus-"

She is smiling softly when she interrupts you. "I know, but please don't worry. We don't know anything yet," she continues speaking quietly.

Your gazes are pulled away by a small voice coming from between you. "Are you sick mommy?" You see Billy looking in Wanda's direction as Tommy pulls his eyes away from the screen.

Kids are always more perceptive than you realise.

"I have been feeling sick, yes Billy," Wanda answers truthfully.

This time Tommy speaks with a follow up question, "But you're gonna be okay. Aren't you?"

"She's gonna be fine," you reply, for her. "We went to see the doctor today, we just need to wait and see what they say."

Present day

Placing her hand to her pounding head Wanda tries to get past the ringing in her ears. When she stops feeling nauseous she looks around her immediate vicinity. She begins to panic when she doesn't see you.

Wanda was only unconscious for a moment and now that her mind has cleared a little she realises can't feel you as strongly as before. It is as if you are fading. Her mind concludes that she has awoken to the sound of you dying when she hears you wheezing, making her panic grow.

There is dust and debris everywhere and Wanda does her best to look through it trying to find you. She feels a breeze pass her and in the next second Pietro is in front of her, "Sestra, what happ-"

"Where's Y/n?!" Wanda exasperates, her worry overwhelming because she can only just about feel your presence.

Pietro helps her scramble to her feet as they both look around. Wanda walks in the direction she thinks you will be while Pietro trails behind her, looking around to make sure they are safe.

"No, no, no, no," she panics, seeing your boots a few feet away.

As she gets closer Wanda can hear you coughing and your wheezing gets louder. In her mind it is as if your light is dying out.

No.

She can't lose you.

You can't die.

One month ago

The movie still playing in the background is long forgotten.

You and Wanda continue to tell the kids not to worry and you should hear from the doctor soon.

As if he has an epiphany Billy asks, "Could it be a baby?" This gets Tommy perking up too.

You can't help but be curious how he got to that conclusion, "What makes you ask that?"

Billy responds like it's obvious, "You and mommy were talking about having another baby."

Tommy seems to have picked up how Billy got the idea, "Yeah, and we saw something on TV where someone said she was pregnant and that's why she was being sick."

You and Wanda glance at each other for a quick second, smiling at how smart they have gotten. Kids really are more perceptive than you give them credit for.

"We're not sure yet. That's why we went to see the doctor," you respond.

They still have questions. So Tommy asks, "But why did you go to a doctor, can't you check at home?"

"You check on a stick or something like that?" Billy adds.

"This sickness has been different from last time and it's come on quicker than when your mommy was carrying the two of you," you explain to the two boys listening intently.

"We were more prepared and it took a lot longer for you two to turn up," Wanda smiles, tapping Billy's nose making him smile. "And because this sickness is a little different, we thought it would be best to go see Dr Cortez. She said we will find out soon enough," Wanda finishes.

The boys ask more questions and you do your best to answer them. Eventually the conversation dwindles and you notice how late it has gotten. So you announce it is time for bed.

When you lay facing each other, you reassure Wanda, "Whatever this is, we'll get through it together."

You seal your promise with a kiss and hold Wanda until she sleeps. It takes you a little while longer, every bad scenario playing in your head regarding these test results.

Considering your track record of losing loved ones, your mother to leukaemia, your father to an aneurysm and your sister in battle, you don't like your odds. 

Your stomach is in knots, something in your chest feels heavy while your eyes burn. You hope that these test results come quickly and not at all at the same time. You are not ready to lose the love of your life.

Present day

You can just about hear the footsteps closing in on you as you cough out the dryness in your mouth. But you don't care, you just want to go back to your dream. The memory of your family on the couch watching a movie. Talking to each other about funny parts.

As the frantic steps get closer, you close your eyes, ready to be finished off. You think of your boys and of Wanda, sorry that you won't be able to see them again.

"Malysh!"

You swear you hear someone voice you recognise.

"Y/n!" A different voice shouts.

At least you think you recognise them. It is hard to tell with it sounding like you are underwater.

You can barely feel it but cold hands meet your cheeks, rubbing your skin. So that's who it is. Wanda rests your head in her lap as your hand makes its way to hers resting on your face.

Quickly catching up and remembering where you are, relief fills you when you see her, "Wanda," you smile tiredly. "You're okay."

"I thought I had lost you," Wanda sighs. "I saw you lying here, I thought���"

"No, no. I'm okay," you wheeze out.

"Try not to talk, okay? You need to save your energy," she says with tears filling her eyes.

The back of your head is covered in blood. Dust and mud is mixed all over your face and uniform.

You soon realise you are not actually okay. You know what is going to happen, how this is going to end. You can already feel life slipping away from your body.

Pietro is trying to reach someone through his earpiece but it seems to not be working.

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," you begin quietly, your voice breaking as tears fall from your eyes.

"Stop… please don't talk like that," your wife begs you. She turns to Pietro and hurriedly tells him to get some medics and a stretcher to your location as fast as he can.

"Wanda, please look at me," you request, before the speedster disappears.

As always you are captivated by her green eyes that the forest surrounding you could never compare to. "Tell the boys I love them," your hand moves to rest on her stomach, "the baby too."

Wanda shakes her head not wanting to accept this was your end as you continue, "God, I hope they get your eyes."

One month ago

The day after your discussion with Billy and Tommy everything is normal, well as normal as the past week has been.

Wanda is forced to stay home because of her sickness while you take care of the boys then take them to school afterwards.

On your return you help Wanda however you can and get her to sit down to relax for most of the day, making sure she takes it easy.

To distract Wanda and even yourself you discuss a variety of things, from; getting things finalised with Fury - he says you will be needed for a little longer while they get the newcomers trained, he promises no big missions are in the near future, to; Billy and Tommy's progress at school.

It isn't until early afternoon that Wanda's phone rings.

She looks at you after she reads the caller ID on her screen, she finds you already looking in her direction.

You turn off the television as Wanda puts down her book to answer the call, picking up the device from the coffee table in front of you.

The look on your wife's face is undecipherable as she responds with short answers and verbal nods. You can't tell if she looks panicked, excited or nervous, maybe a mixture of everything.

A new appointment is set up which makes your stomach flip. Before you can say anything she thanks the doctor and hangs up.

Wanda takes in the apprehensive look you have on but a smile spreads over her face, tears pricking the corner of her eyes. Wasting no time she reveals, "I'm pregnant."

Your eyes grow wide as your tense muscles relax. The smile on your face now mimics Wanda's wide one. You lunge forward kissing Wanda wrapping your arms around each other. You celebrate with teary smiles, hugs and kisses. Words of not believing this is real take over as you place your hands on her stomach.

"You're pregnant," you whisper into the quiet room, the smile never leaving your face as a happy tear falls from your eye.

She puts her hands over yours, "We sure are."

-

When you arrive home with Tommy and Billy after collecting them from school you share the news. You sit them down and tell them this is a little family secret. They couldn't tell anyone, not yet.

You were probably being a little too cautious but you didn't want to jinx it. It was an easy agreement between you and Wanda to not let anyone know until at least three months into the pregnancy.

Present day

"Well, I hope they get your beautiful eyes," Wanda responds, "we'll see who wins in seven months, okay?"

You breathe out a pained laugh, "You're really gonna fight me on this, right now?"

Your eyes are barely open but grow heavier as your blinking becomes slower. Wanda looks up to see if help is on its way.

As she looks around you take in all of her features. The beauty marks dotted around her face, laugh lines you are proud to be the reason for helping make, her soft skin you like to trace in the mornings. Especially the mornings you wake up before her.

You feel colder and the weight of Wanda's hand in yours is no longer there. The end is near so you take in as much as you can before you say your final words.

Reaching up, you stroke her face with your finger, you hope you are not pressing too hard, "I love you. Always remember that."

When she looks at you, you continue, "You don't have to do it all by yourself-"

"Stop that. I'm not losing you," she desperately cuts you off.

It doesn't deter you from saying what is on your mind. "You have Pietro and Nat. Even Clint is always giving his advice even when we don't ask for it," you laugh getting a small smile from her until you fall into a coughing fit with blood spluttering from your mouth.

Once it subsides she looks at you with her eyebrows cinched, "I'm not losing you," she says firmly and slowly. "I can't lose you."

"You'll never lose me, I'll always be with you," you say, putting your hand to her chest. "Always." A tear makes its way down the side of your face.

You know you don't have much longer. There is not enough time but you feel like you have so much you want to say.

Your eyes begin to droop close, "No, I can't lose you," you just about hear. Your ears feel cloudy, just like your vision. You try to tell her again how you love her, your voice but a whisper using the last bit of energy you have to say it one more time, "I… lov-" with all your energy dispelled you don't stay awake long enough to finish your sentence as your consciousness fades into darkness.

One week later

There is a small smile on Wanda's face as she dreams of you and the boys - it is you laughing with them. Well, you are laughing at your own jokes and the boys giving you a weird look because they don't understand the punchlines. Instead of explaining you chase them around the room jokingly chastising them for not understanding them.

She loves to observe moments like this in your daily life, appreciating having a family of her own. A dream that had to be dropped after she joined Hydra. For a long time she didn’t think she would find her place in the world. Be at peace. But she found it with you.

Her limbs are stiff in her uncomfortable position on the chair she fell asleep in. Night after night of sleeping in an awkward position has not done well for her aching body.

Shortly after you fell unconscious, Pietro returned with Natasha and transportation to get you both out of there. Wanda didn’t let anyone else handle you, afraid they would jostle you too much so she used her powers to levitate you to the stretcher which she then moved to the truck where the medics hurried to look you over. There was no way she could risk losing you if she hadn't already.

If Pietro wasn't there she would have hit the ground as she collapsed, her fatigue catching up with her. She was checked over and apart from a few cuts and bruises she was deemed fine.

No one knew to check the baby.

Something stirs her awake, as usual she hears the sounds of the machines around the private room and footsteps walking up and down the corridor behind her. This time however there is a new sound, not new exactly but it’s you, laughing.

Once Wanda’s confusion subsides she realises your laugh isn’t a lingering sound from her dream. It’s real. Her eyes finally focus enough on you laughing because of something Sam said who is standing beside you on the opposite side of the bed.

The sound is interrupted with you coughing in pain holding your ribs, “You’re the one that needs to stop making me laugh, Wilson.” It is enough to get Wanda to sit upright, the other man in the room, Bucky, catching her movements first out of the three of you.

“You’re awake,” Wanda rushes from her seat to sit beside you, carefully wrapping her arms around you and pressing her face in the crook of your neck, “I was so worried.” She can’t help but let a few tears fall, which you feel soaking into your hospital gown.

After checking you over the nurse was going to wake Wanda but you stopped her, wanting to let her rest. When the nurse was exiting the room she found the men lingering outside your door until she was done for their daily visit.

You whisper reassurances to Wanda, that you are okay and explain that Bucky, Steve and Sam were the closest to the room when you woke up.

Steve left after a few minutes because he was needed elsewhere - training duty with potential new Avengers. He expressed his relief saying he was glad you were okay before hugging you then leaving shortly after.

Bucky taps Sam on the shoulder, signalling to the door to give the two of you some privacy.

"I didn’t mean to wake you, love,” you say as Wanda pulls away, wiping her tears. She takes your face into her hands, “Sam was telling me to - 'Stop laughing, your wife will kill me if she wakes up hearing you in pain'," you mimic Sam as best as you can.

Wanda scoffs and shakes her head at your antics. She looks at you, really looks at you as if assessing you. You look tired, the bruises and cuts that litter your face, arms and peaking out from your robe not helping.

You cup her cheek, tracing a fading cut there as you get her to meet your eye line, “I’m okay,” you promise her, then move your arms around Wanda as tight as you can. You power through, your aching body not liking the movement of your limbs even if the feeling has been dulled down due to the pain medication running through your veins from the bag attached to your arm. 

Wanda can’t help but voice the deepest fear she has had this past week, "I thought I was gonna lose you." Your eyes well up because of her shaky tone.

"I know, I'm sorry," you pull back, "I'm sorry. I thought that was it, I was so worried. I had to tell you whatever I could." You look into her eyes, the ones you will be able to continue waking up to, thankful you still get to live your life with her.

Putting your hand on her stomach, you swallow the lump in your throat in fear of the answer you were about to receive, "Did you get checked out? Bucky and Sam didn’t mention anything about the baby."

When Wanda awoke the following day after the mission, she was told she was healthy. It hit her all at once about them not knowing to check the life growing inside her.

She places a hand over yours, with tears in her red rimmed eyes thinking about the worry she went through. First the possibility of losing you, then maybe losing the new part of you she had left.

“Natasha was there when I woke up, she found a doctor so fast when I told her,” Wanda recalls, remembering the sheer urgency she showed to find someone. Natasha all but dragged a doctor into the room to make them check Wanda.

"They did a sonogram," she trails off. You look at Wanda with regret in your eyes for not being there, "I got to see this little one for the first time," she says looking down to her stomach then back at you smiling, "they confirmed, everything is fine."

You sigh in relief, holding her hands between you, "I wish I was there to see and hear their heartbeat with you."

Wanda rubs the back of your hand with her thumb, "Would you like to see?" You respond by nodding your head. Wanda checks the pocket of the hoodie she is wearing and when it is empty she sees the small square photo paper on the chair she has been calling a bed.

Reaching over she grabs the photo that is face down and sits next to you after you scoot over making space for her, "We've got a strong one here," she says holding the image from the sonogram. You rest your head against Wanda's shoulder as you take in the blur of a baby in the picture.

You take a deep breath and smile at your wife. "We need to get that retirement sorted, huh?" You half joke, “This little peanut needs to stay safe, we can’t risk something like this happening again.”

Wanda agrees but senses your worry when you place a hand back onto her stomach, looking at it as if you can see the baby. “The doctors checked everything. Twice over, malysh,” she adds to reassure you. “She’s fine.”

Your head snaps up so fast, a small smile taking over Wanda's face, looking down for a second and scrunching her nose when she realises what she has just let slip. You can’t help the happy tears that well in your eyes, “A girl?”

Wanda replies with a nod, smiling tearily, “The doctor thought I already knew.” You move forward and kiss Wanda as much as your body will let you.

A little girl. She will be the one to complete your family.

After a few moments of silence basking in each other's presence, your forehead leaning against hers, you break it, "I would never have forgiven myself if I died."

Wanda scoffs at your comment effectively breaking you apart, "You wouldn't have forgiven you?! I wouldn't have forgiven you!" You chuckle at her comment.

You take both her hands in yours letting out a breath, “So Nat knows about the baby?” You ask in a whisper and Wanda hums in response. "And who knows about the retirement plan?"

"Just Nat,” Wanda replies.

“We are never going to be able to keep anything from her, are we?" You joke, making Wanda giggle.

"Erm, of course you’re not," Natasha says, walking into the room. "You two are always so obvious when you're hiding something. Though, I will admit,” Natasha pauses as she places her hand on your shoulder when she reaches your side, “I was surprised by the news of the baby." The three of you share a smile before she continues, "How are you feeling?"

"Alive." You smile gratefully, looking at Wanda then back at Natasha, "I hear I have you to thank."

"I'm sure Sam exaggerated but yes. Please send your praises my way," she muses, smiling back at you, taking a step back.

“He did mention something about you bulldozing a few trees to get to me,” you remark.

This gets the three of you to chuckle. When the joke passes Natasha asks, "You up for some visitors?"

As if on queue Billy and Tommy enter the room with Pietro following them. They run up to the bed and practically jump on you.

"Careful boys!" Wanda warns from next to you. They reply, sheepishly in unison, "Sorry mom."

Your chest fills with warmth as you push their hair back while looking at them, "It's okay," you look to Wanda before saying, "I'm okay," with an emotional smile.

Both boys start rambling on about all the cool things they have been doing with Uncle Pietro; playing games, eating junk food and something about being able to jump higher on the trampoline because uncle Pietro can use his superspeed to help. On top of that, how fun it has been having 'Aunty' Monica over too.

"So, not one nutritional meal this week, I'll take it?" You look at Pietro with a raised eyebrow. Then continue with a sarcastic remark, "And I see you've been showing the kids how to be responsible with powers?"

There is a beat of silence as everyone's attention turns to Pietro.

"The candy was fruit flavored!" He exasperates. The boys nod at his statement as Natasha stands to the side with her arms crossed, chuckling while you smile at the scene.

Pietro is about to continue but gets cut off by Wanda with an unimpressed glare, "Let's not forget this extra house guest I wasn't aware of."

"I needed the adult company…?" He shrugs unsurely.

It gets chaotic with Wanda telling Pietro off, the boys trying to defend him and Natasha standing on the side laughing at the whole thing. Even with the pain you can feel you can't stop yourself from laughing too.

Eventually your laughs stop and with a smile on your face, you take in the moment.

You wouldn't have it any other way. This is your family. Your small and silly little family.

You are glad to be able to live another day.

[watchingblsnowandforever]

Hello!!

The crack post saga continues... =D

Warning: long, long post 😊😅

To be very honest though, for today's ep I will be getting serious more than usual, because it was quite significant in the flow of the plot, and also had moments of communication (this emotional constipation is what makes me yearn for Cherry Magic ah) that need to be studied a little closely.

HOWEVER, there will most definitely be crack because this group of friends is (unapologetically) batshit crazy and my brain refuses to not make comments at the most inappropriate times.

Peem: NO ONE SAW ME CUDDLING MY CRUSH TO SLEEP RIGHT?!

The sheer panic in his movements, oh my gods. It should not be as hilarious as it is 😭😂

To be very honest though, I would've panicked a bit in his place too, with friends like those, they'd never let him live it down

Peem is so cute 😭

Nothing to see here, just a guy getting shy over how his prince charming hom-ed him, and they kissed through his hand and cuddled all night hehe

Phum: here he comes again :) *eye twitch*

Peem's expression, how he's still holding his hands as if he has the cup, Kluen's disbelief, and Phum's smug af face-

I'm wheezing 😭🤣

Kluen, I'm kinda starting to like you, but no.

You don't stand half a chance against them and their situationship.

Hope you find another boyfriend to fall in love at first sight with (and leave my boys alone please, they don't need any more complications) <3

Oh, Fang knows too. Of course he does, that's his little brother right there

We all know how protective of his brother he is, there's no way he'd let anybody else take care of him... unless, he knew Phum liked that person

les voila

Poor Tan, his theerak just ignoring him T-T

*looks between them* yeah, pretty much the same pic 👀

And here it is. The root of all his fears.

See, in this camp, almost all of them are paired up in the sense that they usually stick to that person. Even Beer has MIck. But then comes wild card Kluen, who's hogging all of Peem's attention as much as he can and that leaves Phum. Alone.

I will be getting back to this running motif of Phum being alone and how it changes through the ep in later scenes as well

Also, after they went back, both Mick and Beer asked if he really was okay, which made me smile, because maybe, Phum isn't as alone as he thinks himself to be. There are people who care for him, who are concerned, who'll support him, and of course, he always has Fang, his beloved phi

My poor babie Tan 🥺🥺

Also, notice how the shot is taken in such a way that they're the only ones in the frame, and are also standing within one specific part of the wall? (Ignore Kluen's head and hands please). It reflects how they're in their own world with each other, especially Tan

The nosy peeps gang strikes again!

Jokes aside, the synchronised strides, the background music together set the perfect levels of suspense and comedy

Peem, smug: yes! that emotionally constipated dumbass is finally getting out of De Nile

Pun: wait... is my plan actually working? Ah, of course it is

Toey: head empty, no thoughts, but... DOES P'Q ACTUALLY LIKE ME OMG I'LL DIE

Oh gods, FINALLY. I wish them a happily ever after. Sadhu 😌🙏🏼

Pun forgetting all about being quiet when Toey finally confesses is so on character 😭👍🏼

Also... what's even the point of being quiet? Q and Chain have been friends with these idiots since high school, of course they know they're peeking

Toey: *shooketh*

Gays in thai bl and staring off into the distance 😭

This scene was so, so beautiful and also quite important for both Q and Toey

Q knew what was up, more or less, but his confusion stemmed from his knowledge of Toey

Would Toey really go to these lengths? For him?

"Why? Are you the only one who can tease me?" <- Q says this to tell Toey that he might have been angry, but now he understands that Toey didn't really have any bad intentions

Hugs always get bonus points from me, and this was pretty up there

Pun hiding behind Chain is so on point

His friends: you're an idiot so we had no choice but to intervene 😭😭

Matt's (JJ) comedic timing is >>>>>>

Toey and Matt's friendship is also given weight in the series, and I'm happier for it.

Also revenge is sweet ehehe *coughs*

Moving on.

If there's no live singing dedicated to your One True Love, is it even Thai BL??

We Are making generous use of MSP songs 😭👍🏼

This scene.

The apology. It is at this point that they're leaving all the past pain, grief and anger in the past

Q makes sure to tell Toey that yes, he may have loved Milk Frappe Boy, but now, in the present, all his love was for Toey, his lovable annoying mentee

This apology is not only to Toey, or Milk Frappe Boy, but to himself as well, because by causing pain to a person he loves twice, he'd caused himself pain too

The perfect sweet and romantic moment, but also with a teeny bit of teasing, because that's who they are

No joke, I gasped and nearly stopped breathing when he said this

Peem's reply, his soft but kind of hurt voice were just so painful to hear

But it's also this moment that Peem gives Phum a reality check – if he really didn't want to, he wouldn't be doing any of this, and Phum had no business trying to control his life

The conversation outside with Q was significant, but also a diluted reflection of Peem's earlier (in ep. 7) talk with Q

Even a few episodes earlier, Q would have gone ballistic on Phum for treating his bestie like this, but now, he asks Peem how he feels for Phum, tries to understand exactly what their relationship is

It was at this point that he knew, he fucked up

Beer is a godsent. I love him <3

I think Toey says "I asked hia Tan to blow it up for me."

Also, Tiw and his rubber duck floater from MSP anyone? 👀

And, we are back to square one where Phum is left alone again

As I'd said before, this a repeating motif throughout the series, but especially the last two episodes

This is how it has always been in Phum's life: he has been left behind. He does have Fang, but now even Fang has a boyfriend. And while this does not affect his brother's affection towards him in anyway, it does introduce a new strand of lonliness for Phum because 1. no matter what, he loves his brother a lot, and knows how much he loves Tan, so he definitely will try to stay out of their way at least sometimes and 2. he wants a boyfriend too. Further, he wants Peem, but there's a push and pull there, and after what he said, in his mind he had pretty much ruined his chances with his crush

This is the moment Phum starts to hope that maybe, just maybe, his feelings aren't as unrequited as he'd thought.

On the other hand, Peem is the one afraid here. What if the deal is all that's holding them together? What if without it, Phum will have no reason to be as close to him?

Peem, baby, for one, your groups are already merged, and secondly, this guy is head over heels for you, no way he'd stop following you like a lost puppy

(Apparently, it's not Peem's turn with the communal braincell this week 😭)

Here, Phum is technically alone, but he's surrounded with friends, and he's smiling

He isn't left behind here, for once, he's sitting there by choice (to shamelessly ogle his crush, but shh we don't talk about that) with the comforting knowledge that when/if he jumps in, he won't be left out, Kluen be damned

Once the floodgates of affection have been opened to Q, there's no going back <3

(Also, notice how Tan is already asleep on Fang's shoulder? 👀)

FINALLY

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT SINCE PEEM KICKED PHUM'S BALLS

Jokes apart, this moment is so, so beautiful. The kiss, the soft question "are you ready for my answer now?" (maybe Peem isn't, but hell if he denies this man his kissies).

Everything leading up to this point is also so very delightful

Phum helping them out in the cafe, despite probably having never worked a day in his life, discovering how Peem still kept the roses and finally, finally, the completed painting. This sight, above all, is what convinces Phum that Peem might have feelings for him after all; because which fool would lie about not having completed something that would free them from being a slave to someone? A fool in love, that's who

ALSO,

if they don't get together and have the fluffiest moments in the next ep, I swear to god, hands will be thrown *grumbles* they're already making me wait a whole damn week

Anyways, that's all for this week, see you next ep! (I cannot promise I won't be jumping around and screaming, but then again, this is supposed to be a crack post so-)

And if you made it this far, thank you so much for reading! 😊

Here, have a bubble tea and a sandwich 🧋🥪

[If you'd like, here are my previous posts: Ep 8 and Ep 9.]

[minchanlove]

💭🐥

Our y/n.

Thanks to y/n and STAY, who came to see the concert for two weeks and supported us from afar, I received so much love and energy over the years, so I would like to thank you from the bottom of my heart. My y/n has been waiting for me and taking care of me for so long... I felt it this time too, so I thought a lot and came up with many ideas on how I could give love to our y/n as a gift ㅎㅎ

Since our contract with SKZ has been renewed, we want to be together again for a long time thanks to y/n; you have been a great reason for me and for our members. You are truly a gift to us, and we have been together for a long time.

That’s why 💙😊 Thank you so much for staying by my side for so long. In this world, there is no one as charming, deeply loving, and pure as you. Y/n, you are truly destined to be in my life... Thanks to t/n, let’s continue to grow together and create more love and happy memories, not alone, but together, together. We love you, y/n 💙 :)

And I’m not very sure how y/n has been doing all this time... I was so busy that I felt a bit sorry for not being able to hear how y/n was struggling... I kept thinking a lot about how y/n could gain more strength, but for now, in the midst of this hustle, we are preparing many gifts for y/n, and since y/n waited for us, I think we will give double :)

Our y/n has a great desire to provide a lot of healing, and is a human being like me; we listen to each other and have deep conversations, we help each other, take care of each other, and think carefully... I am very grateful that my y/n listens to me, is polite, and a great fan. y/n, who makes me happy, I also want to use the happiness I feel to lighten y/n's dark and difficult heart by covering it with light. We have gone through many hard things in this life, but let’s love and heal each other even if it’s just a little every day—me, friends, or family around you. Rather, let’s be warm to the people we meet for the first time or those we stay with. Because everyone wants love :)

I trust our y/n.

Our t/n, I love you 💙

Sleep well 💛

He really is the sweetest boy i know and the love he has for us is inmense 😭😭😭 i love him so much, my dear God

I am very happy that our paths crossed and he (and all the members) are part of my life now. We were destined, like he said 💘💕💗

[catandkittenliker]

I’m going to be going to bed now, so Goodnight everyone 😊😴💤, see you all in the morning 😊. Let’s continue to support each other on here and on other platforms as well 😊, we even have each other’s backs as well like always no matter what 😊.

[artandpic12]

I’m going to be going to bed in a bit, so Goodnight everyone 😊😴💤, see you all in the morning 😊. Let’s continue to support each other on here and on other platforms as well 😊, we even have each other’s backs as well 😊.

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

Honey, I’m just getting started

Note: it was requested by one of my friends. I hope you’ll enjoy it 😊;

Pair: Jack Krauser x F!Reader;

Plot: Krauser and the reader are long-lost lovers. After his accident, he left her because he was afraid of being a burden, only to reunite in the village during the events of RE4. The first thing they do is have sex lol.

Tags: smut;

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“Major Krauser…” a moan escaped through your lips as soon as Jack pinned you to a wall. He handled you in a brutal way, not because he wanted to cause you pain, but because it was just the result of all that suppressed sexual tension that’s been building since he first saw you. It’s safe to mention that you two had a thing going on while he was in the US army, but after his accident, he disappeared from your life. However, maybe it was fate or just a coincidence that you happened to meet him again during your mission. You heard rumors, but you didn't believe them until you saw him with your own eyes. The circumstances didn’t allow you two to talk, let alone touch, but he was a persistent guy who followed you from up close without your knowledge. 

You were in Luis’ lab when you heard the door being opened. The slow and long creak of the door drew your attention. You pulled your gun from the hostler and aimed at the source of the noise, ready to pull the trigger at a familiar frame emerging from the dark.

“Ease up, baby doll.” Krauser spoke with his hands up. The light slowly illuminated his face, exposing his rough features. Still, he gave you butterflies just like the first day you met. 

Of course, you didn’t have time to react, as he quickly walked towards you, pinning you to the wall as his hands began to explore your body. The height difference made you feel suffocated in that confined space, yet it was the first time you felt safe since you arrived in this village. Krauser yearned for your body, and that showed when you felt his hot breath at the crook of your neck. He didn’t know what to do first: kiss you, taste you, or bend you over and fuck your brains out. His hands were chaotic on your body too, yet he was very cautious and gentle. It’s been a long time, and despite having a hard time controlling his impulses, he doesn’t want to scare you. To show him that you want to continue, you tilted your head, giving him the space he desperately needed. Once he got a hint of your natural scent, he quickly pressed his soft lips on your skin, placing gentle kisses along your sore flesh. This made you gasp and grab his shoulder for support. 

“Straight to the point.” You teased him, giggling at the ticklish sensation that his lisp caused. 

“You know me, it’s what I do.” His kisses were a blessing for your bruised skin, and to make things more intimate, he began to lick and suck some spots until he’d get the desirable moan, the one that lets him know that you are ready for the next step.

“I missed you so much, Jack.” You said before that he pressed his lips over yours, kissing you so slowly as if he wanted the moment to last forever. He was shy at first, but when he got courage, his mouth began to conquer more and more of your lips, until the tip of his tongue began to lick them as another sign to ask for permission. The kiss became more and more passionate, bringing back good memories. You wrapped your hands around his neck, and he kept caressing your waist, until they began to slide lower and lower to your hips. 

The deed became more and more intense, and because of your exhausted state, you took a small break. You stared into each other's eyes in that silence. It was like the whole village stopped to allow you this moment of peace. He was the same man you fell in love with, only this time he was more scarred as a direct result of the battles he had to endure, and of leaving the army. 

“Why you didn’t say anything?” You spoke in a soft tone, not wanting to disturb the silence too much. You couldn’t help but scold him for leaving you.

“I didn’t want to become a burden.” You could see some of his confidence fading away.

"Nonsense, Major Krauser, you could never be a burden.” 

He lowered his gaze as guilt overcame him, but you cupped his chin and made him look at you. He was so confident back when he pinned you to the wall and kissed you aggressively, so you wanted that back. 

“Kiss me.” You said it with determination, almost like a command.

“Yes, y/n.” 

You both resumed kissing. His confidence was slowly returning to him as his hands finally cupped your ass. The sensation of his big, calloused hands squeezing your cheeks was delightful, and as a result, it made you yearn for more and more of him. You squeezed his chest as well, knowing damn well he was a sucker for it. He kept whimpering as your hands grabbed his pectorals and his palms kept massaging his hardening nipples through the shirt. 

“I want you, Major Krauser…”

"God, I love it when you call me like that.” 

He guided you near a table. As long as you could feel his hands on your body, you didn’t care that the table was covered in dried blood or that it smelled weird. You bend over like the good girl you were, feeling Krauser’s big hand over your back urging you to bend over. He placed it on your upper back and lowered it as you hunched over. 

Then he rubbed his crotch over your covered ass, feeling his erection poke out. It was a promising start, but you knew his potential, so you started to rub your 

“Hmmm, god, I miss seeing you like this.” He said it with a growl.

He grabbed both your hips and began to rub himself too, as well as pressing his erection repeatedly over your cunt. 

“Major Krauser, this brings back good memories…” you said. “But I want to feel more of you.” 

You felt his thick fingers reaching to unbuckle your belt, and before you knew it, a cold breeze hit your bare cheeks. The shiver didn’t last long as Krauser warmed your skin with his big hands by squeezing your soft cheeks. While doing so, his crotch kept rubbing against your exposed cunt, resulting in some of your juice smearing across his pants. 

“Stop teasing me, please…” you begged in a weak whimper. 

"Patience, love, it’s been so long and I don’t know when I’ll see you again.” He said. 

You were tempted to reply to his strange answer, but you were reduced to silence when you felt his thick digits enter your tight hole. 

“Jack…” you gasped as the fingers were slowly sliding inside you. It was such a nice sensation to be filled by him again. 

“You are so tight, my love…even tighter than I remember.” 

“Yeah…I haven’t been with anyone since you left…”

This certainly stroked his ego as he pushed deeper inside you. You grabbed the edges of the small table and held on for dear life as you rested your head on the dry rot.

Krauser slid in and out slowly with only half the length of his fingers. They were long enough, and he wanted to give you time to get used to them. He would’ve gone so much faster from the moment he felt your warm hole, but he got to temper himself for your sake. 

“Hmmm Jack…” you moaned his name as he stretched you. You spread your legs further and tried to lift up your ass so he would go deeper. 

“Look at you, just like an animal in heat.” He growled, finding it harder and harder to control himself. “I bet you would want my cock now.”

"Yes, pleaseee-“ you yelped when Krauser inserted his fingers deep in one hard thrust and grabbed that table harder than before, almost breaking it. 

“You are taking me well so far, maybe I’ll consider giving you something bigger.” He teased you while savoring the view of your cunt fully engulfing his digits.

“Please…” Your voice was breaking at this point, as his burst of sheer dominance was making you weak.

He wasn’t about to give it to you yet. Instead, he began to pick up the pace while his other hand was resting on your hip. 

"Oh, my God, yes…” you cried as you felt your hole being warmed up for his cock. They slid in easier and easier as you kept getting wetter with every thrust. At one point, some of your juice began to drip down your thighs, but you couldn’t feel it because of Krauser’s ravaging motions. 

“You like that don’t you?” 

“Yes, yes, yes…Insert another one…”

“What was that?” A smirk appeared on his face. He heard your request loud and clear but decided to tease you about it. 

"Jack… I need another finger, please…”

“Alright babydoll” His free hand went to massage your back as another digit joined the rest. It slid inside smoothly, causing you to let out a high-pitched moan. Some of the wood broke as you tightened your grip. The sensation sent shivers down your spine, as it felt too much. He made you feel so full with only three fingers. You shivered again in anticipation as you thought about the big prize. 

“You take me so well, doll…”

"Jack, please,” you pleaded, making sure he heard you. 

“Alright, I guess you deserve it.” 

He removed his fingers, making you both grunt. However, you got excited once again when you heard his zipper being pulled down. His pants hit the floor with a loud noise, and you heard some wet noises from behind as if he were stroking himself. 

“Don’t worry, I’m giving it all to you.” He said when he saw you trying to turn around without changing your position too much. You wanted to stay still and be ready for him.

A wave of pleasure pierced through your whole body when you felt the first inches of his cock being pushed inside. Being too weak to even grab the table, you let your upper body collapse on the surface. You held your hips up with the remaining strength you had.

His cock was thicker than his fingers, and so much longer. Good thing he stretched you first, otherwise, you wouldn’t be able to take him. 

“Already tired? Honey, I’m just getting started.” He teased.  

You were pleased to hear this, thus the wide smile appearing on your face. It’s been so long since you felt anyone inside you like this, and it meant a lot that this person who filled you now was Jack. 

Krauser, on the other hand, felt all his self control slip from his grasp. The deeper he went, the more difficult it became to maintain his cool. He was barely halfway in when he felt the urge to bury his cock inside you and fuck you raw. 

“Gotta control myself…” he said under his breath.

“What…?” You said so, vaguely hearing what he said. 

“Nothing love.” He was past the halfway point, and he was slowly making his way to the base of his cock. He went slowly, painfully slowly for both of you. 

“Babe…” 

“Yes?” 

“I don’t want you to hold back…” you said after figuring out what he said early. 

“Are you sure? I-I’m not the same as you remember…”

“I’m sure Jack…I trust you…please, I need this.” The last part came out in such a needy and weak way that it finally pushed Krauser to the edge. The grip from your hips tightened, and with one hard thrust, he buried himself inside you, where he stayed a few seconds before pulling out slowly, just to return with one hard thrust again. 

“Yes, this is what I’m talking about…now go faster.” You said his cock was rubbing that sweet spot inside you. 

"Yes, ma'am,” he happily picked up the pace, driving you over the edge. 

Having Krauser rub that spot inside you in such a brutal way brought you closer and closer to your climax. Your moans increased in volume the closer you’d get, and your cunt would throb harder and harder. You were so excited to be fucked by him again that you completely ignored the burning sensation coming from your hips, as his fingers kept clenching with every thrust and turning your flesh red. 

Krauser felt your contractions, driving him insane. It felt so good to have you twitch like that around his cock, so good that it almost made him cum before you. But, every time he’d feel that way, he’d slow down a bit so he could cool down, and when he felt that intense pressure fading a bit, he picked up the pace again. His ballsack was repeatedly slapping against your cunt, resulting in a room filled with wet noise, accompanied by your needy moans.

“Jack…” 

He knew that you were close, and so was he. Krauser didn’t have any faith that he could stop the next urge for release, so he went as fast as he could, hoping you’d cum this time with him.

To his relief and joy, you came all over his cock with a loud and shaky moan. The final spasms of your walls made him cum in seconds, coating your interior with his white, hot sperm. He buried himself deep and release all o his load in a load grunt. You both shivered at the insanity of your orgasms. 

Krauser was the first one to come down from the high clouds. You needed a few more minutes. You were so shaken and tired that you didn’t bother when he pulled out. You didn't have the energy to protest.

“Oh my,” he said suddenly, “look at all the mess I caused here. He said this as he noticed a mixture of his sperm and your juice dripping down your legs. “Someone has to clean this up.” And so, he kneeled in front of your tired cunt and began to lick the fluid. His wide tongue wiped your thighs very carefully and slowly, not only because he loved the salty taste but also because he wanted to clean you well. 

“You don’t have to.” You said in a tired voice. It caught you by surprise when you felt his hot tongue on your sore cunt, which made you spasm a bit. The tip of his tongue went between your lips, and then around your whole body until you were clean enough. He ran his tongue a couple of times above your clit too, but seeing you flinch and close your legs, he stopped and wiped the rest with a tissue.  

“It’s just like I remember.” He said that as he helped you dress up. 

“Yeah, same, but I couldn’t notice that you got an upgrade.” Your eyes lowered to his now covered cock. He definitely gained a few extra inches there. 

“It’s not the only upgrade I got.” He said as he pulled you closer for a tight embrace. He missed you deeply, and he never thought he’d see you again, let alone to fuck you. It feels like a good dream, so he has to touch you in order to make sure it’s all real. 

“Hmm, I’m intrigued. Can you tell me more about the other upgrades?” 

“Some other time.”

The two of you remained in complete silence, just enjoying each other’s company. Your mission would have to wait. 

[harryyskiwii]

Summary: You and Harry are childhood friends, but are often labelled as being together.

Pairing: Friend Harry x Reader

Word count: 1,341

A/N: Thank you to the person who requested this! I really hope you enjoy reading it. It was nice to write Harry as the readers friend for a change and not as anything romantic.

As always, please feel free to send in any requests 🥰

You and Harry had been friends ever since you were 13 years old. You met in high school in biology when you were paired up for a task together and ever since then, he’d been by your side.

You had supported Harry throughout the X Factor days, the peak of 1D, the end of 1D, and the start of his solo career and continued to support him as he toured his 3rd studio album.

He had supported you through university as you became a teacher, a lifelong dream you were proud to have achieved, as well as breakups.

Although he was busy and was hardly ever in the same country for longer than 24 hours, he always made the time to speak to you, whether that was just a text back or a phone call.

You were teaching your year 4 class when a notification came through on your Apple Watch from Harry which read “Hey, I’m back in London on Sunday, wanna grab a coffee?” You smiled and took a mental note to reply to it later

You had a short break while you set your children a task to complete and quickly texted Harry back.

“Yeah sure, text me times and I’ll be there😊” you replied.

You didn’t even have to ask him where to meet, you had been going to the same coffee shop in Soho for the last 6 years. Harry always had been a creature of habit.

Sunday came and you got yourself ready for the day, choosing a light pink summer dress with your Doc Martin white sandals and a cross-body bag. It was 29 degrees after all.

You arrived at the coffee shop 10 minutes before Harry, you chose the small booth at the back where it was more private as whenever you two were spotted, there was always a Daily Mail article published the next day about you two ‘dating’ when in fact, neither of you had seen each other in that way. You were too close as friends and anything more would just ruin the friendship, it was purely platonic.

You texted him to let him know where you were sitting to which he responded with a “👍”. A typical Harry response.

It wasn’t long before you saw him walking into the cafe. He smiled at you as he walked towards you.

Cuddling you, he greeted you “Hey you, how are ya?”

“I’m good, not seen you in ages! How are you?” You said as you sat down.

“I know it’s been too long, I’m good. What do you wanna drink and I’ll order?”

“Just a latte please” You smiled and he went up to the counter.

He ordered and came back to the table. He removed his crossbody bag from the black North Face puffer he was wearing and smiled at you.

“What?” You laughed when he didn’t lose eye contact “I’ve just missed you, that’s all. Tell me, what’s been going on?”

The coffee came and you started to tell Harry about how school had been and how you had been given a new class to teach, you also mentioned about your trip to Manchester you had with your 4 girlfriends for a hen party recently and then how you were seeing this guy from Tinder.

“Spill” is all Harry said when you mentioned him. He was always up for listening to you and your random Tinder dates.

“Okay, so I met him last weekend after speaking to him for about 2 weeks, we went for dinner in a nice Italian restaurant but this is the thing”

“Oh no, there’s a but coming. What’s wrong with this guy?” Harry questioned and you laughed.

“Well we then went onto a bar and when we got in there, I assumed we were doing rounds because that’s what I always do no matter who I’m out with, it’s just common sense to pay for one lot of drinks then the other person gets the next but when we went up to the bar, he only ordered for himself. Like he didn’t even ask what I wanted, I was about to ask him what he wanted but he was ordering already and so I assumed he would order for me but he never and the bartender brought over one pint. Do you find that weird?” You asked.

Harry didn’t even pause before he came out with “Trash, trash, trash, not for you. Absolutely not. I’m sorry but move on”

You burst out laughing at his reaction, he was probably right after all.

“So I take it you’re not a fan of this guy then no?” You said sarcastically.

“A person who can’t even buy a drink for the person they’re with isn’t worth your time, like you said it’s just natural to take it in turns” Harry said as he sipped on his black coffee.

“You’re right, I’ll find someone else. Anyway, what’s going on with you?”

He sighed “not a lot to be honest” he said.

“Not a lot? Come on I’ve not seen you for 4 months and not a lot has happened?” You asked digging deeper.

“I’ve genuinely just been working. I’ve written a little bit too but mostly working. I’ve got a new pleasing line coming out soon in the next year or so which is exciting” he said with the most monotone voice ever.

“You don’t seem too excited about it?” You asked noticing his change in demeanour.

“It’s just a lot, but we’re getting there” he forced a smile.

“Are you though? You know I’ve always said about speaking to Jeff if things are getting too much?”

“No it’s fine like I love touring, it’s my favourite part of the job it’s just quite demanding at times”

“Remember, you’re number 1. You need to look after yourself first because without Harry, there’s no show and I know how much you love performing so please make sure you’re looking after yourself. You know I’m always here if you wanna chat anything through” You smiled to him.

“Thanks y/n I appreciate that, I’m maybe just overtired and grumpy at the minute” he laughed.

For the rest of the morning, you spent sipping coffee and chatting with Harry. It was nice to spend time with him, even though it was only a couple of times a year.

You walked out of the cafe and said goodbye to Harry, hugging him.

“Nice seeing you, next time I'm in London we’ll meet up again” Harry said.

“Yeah it was fun! Remember to look after yourself!” you said.

“I will, come here” he said pulling you in for a cuddle.

“Thanks for today, I felt like I really needed it” he said to you.

“It’s no problem, text me anytime okay?”

“Okay, thanks y/n. See you later” Harry smiled as he walked away from the coffee shop.

That night, you were scrolling through Twitter when you saw a photo of you and Harry earlier that day with the headline “Harry Styles meets up with childhood sweetheart for coffee date” You rolled your eyes and laughed at the article which dug into your friendship a little.

You screenshotted the image with the headline and sent it to Harry with “I’m your childhood sweetheart am I? 🤣”

He replied only 10 minutes later “Ffs, next I’ll be dating my mum”

You laughed at his response, there always had been rumours of you two going out whenever you were spotted but if anything it just made you laugh.

And for the rest of that night, you watched as the image of you two hugging was doing the rounds on Twitter, much to your amusement.

[aaron-m-geist-ff]

I’ve been eating up all these zodiac matchups so far and I’ve decided to finally put my big girl pants on ask for one of my own. I think I mighta mentioned it in a comment but I’m a taurus girl ♉️ ✨

The thought of a food kink jjk imagine has been plauging my mind lately so I thought I’d pass on the idea if that’s something you’d like to include

-love, June 💗🍓

Hey there, June bug! I was waiting for you to finally send in a request and I am so happy that you did 😄 obviously I had to let you cut in line to the VIP section because you have been supporting me for so long ;)

(don’t worry everyone, I will get to the rest soon! I love answering these match-up requests and thank you to everyone who sends asks 😊🩷)

And oooh a food kink? Naughty.

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You got…🥁🥁🥁

Mahito! You’re welcome

“M-mahito… It’s intense-“ your voice came out in a soft tone. You were hesitant to hear yourself speak, hating how weak and compliant you sounded. It could actually be quite difficult for you to relinquish control. As a Taurus woman, you can be quite stubborn and strong-willed. You don’t want anyone to see you in a vulnerable state. You desperately tried to hide your blushing face, covering your lips with your hand. You felt ashamed for enjoying this.

Mahito met your vulnerable eyes. He kept a cool and focused expression as he shook the whipped cream can again. At first, this started out as a joke. The two of you had been laughing and spraying the cream onto each other. But now?? Mahito was extremely serious about it. He had you lying upon the mattress, straddling your hips to make sure that you couldn’t get up.

“Calm down.”

Mahito’s tone was firm. He gave you another serious glance.

“I want to lick these pretty tits of yours, fleshlight.”

He began to spray the whipped cream onto your chest. The cool sensation caused you to whimper, squeezing your eyes shut as you felt your nipples get covered completely. Mahito’s tone of voice made your arousal spike. He was being extremely dominant with you. It made your mind short circuit, torn between being stubborn and submitting.

You chose the latter.

“Mh!” You moaned when you felt that warm and slick tongue roll over one of your sensitive buds. It swirled around it, lapping up the creamed sugar effortlessly. Mahito latched onto your nipple then, sucking on it gently.

“M-Mahi,” you whimpered. “Please-“

You had no idea what you were begging for. A part of you wanted him to stop. It felt so fucking intense, your breasts were extremely sensitive from how turned on you were. But the other part of you wanted him to continue. It felt good in some ways.

“Shhh,” Mahito hummed. “No stopping right now.”

He began to seductively lick the cream off of your chest, flattening his tongue against your warm skin. You nearly cried from what he said. Mahito didn’t intend on giving you a break any time soon. That scared you. Your nipples could get very sensitive from too much attention. He was being sweet about it right now, but you knew Mahito too well. He could be very sadistic at times.

“This cream is so good, y/n. Even better than your little human pussy.”

Mahito said it so nonchalantly. His words felt like a stab in the back. You started whining wordlessly, a hand still clasped over your mouth. You couldn’t handle this. You needed praise, and Mahito knew that. He knew what he was doing, that manipulative sadist.

“Oh? She doesn’t like being insulted, hm?”

Mahito had moved his hand to cup your pussy through the fabric of your panties. He squeezed you there carefully, which made your clit throb with need.

Goddammit. Why was it so hot when Mahito would give your genitals pronouns?? You were starting to think that there was something seriously fucked up about yourself.

“N-no…” you choked. You tried to thrust against Mahito’s hand, attempting to get some more sensation. But Mahito withdrew from touching your special place.

“Such an impatient girl. Maybe I should get a chastity belt for you next time. That way your needy pussy can’t interrupt me when I’m trying to enjoy my snack.”

Mahito grinned, poking out his tongue to lick another long stripe up your exposed chest. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. A..chastity belt?? Your face heated up so fucking quickly. You had never felt so embarrassed in your life.

“N-no chastity belt,” you begged. “Can’t take that…”

Mahito sighed. He ran a single finger over your panty-clad pussy to tease you. You shivered and flinched from the soft touches.

“Well,” he began. He sounded incredibly logical as he spoke.

“Your little clit is to blame for that. If she gets too impatient, then I will have to punish her. Understand?”

Goddamn. You were so fucking wet. For some reason, this was all turning you on so much. It felt scandalous and wrong, which made your heart race from the thrill of it all. You nodded, gasping when you felt Mahito’s tongue gathering the cream around your other nipple.

“I…understand!”