#lucky will make sure you have a better response for someone like that lady next time

[anneimaginesundertale]

(Jess upset at a rude person with Lucky?)

"You'll be hearing from my lawyer!" The woman tossed her neckbrace at you across the desk. It hit the file cabinet behind you. The woman threw her arms in the air and screamed. With a few more choice words, she stormed out of the agency.

You sat back in the chair, glad the brace hadn't hit you, and covered your face with your hands. You knew she didn't have a case. Her employer had hired G to prove she was lying about her injury to get out of work and he had. Her angry bluster was just that--bluster. You knew that. It didn't help your racing heart, though. You thought about locking the door and turning the sign to closed for a bit, at least until G got back. Then he could deal with the crazies. Maybe you'd do that when your pulse got back to normal...

Your phone rang in your bag. Startled and still running on adrenaline, you leaped out of your chair and sent it spinning across the room. The phone kept ringing. You fumbled to get it out and finally pressed the accept button. "Hello?" you asked, out of breath.

"Did I call at a bad time?" Lucky's voice was worried.

You walked over to your chair and pulled it back to the desk. "No, no," you said, trying again to calm your pulse. "I just...It took me a minute to get the phone. Sorry. What's up?"

"What is up with you?" your brother asked. "You sound out of breath. Are you all right?"

You forced yourself to take a long, deep breath. "I'm fine," you said. "Just...dealing with crazy people this morning."

"Anything I can do?"

For a moment you thought about telling him no. Then you thought how good it would be to have someone--anyone--especially someone like Lucky--here with you. "Could you come down and keep me company for a bit?" you asked. "I could use a hug."

"I'll be there as fast as I can," Lucky said. "Chin up. I'll see you soon."

"See you soon."

He hung up. You got up and turned the sign to closed, then sat down again and tried to focus on organizing files.

True to his word, Lucky appeared at the door in twenty minutes. He knocked, startling you again, and you rushed to let him in. He immediately pulled you into a hug. "There there," he said. "Why don't you tell me what happened?"

[racergirl-112]

Push Me Over - Chapter 5: Caught or Caught up in You?

OOOO it's getting good. 😏

GIF credit to callmefirefly

The next morning, Hugh’s alarm blared, reminding him he had a movie to film, but then he looked down at the woman wrapped up in his arms. She looked so peaceful, he didn’t want to wake her, but he knew he’d get his ass kicked if he didn’t get to set. He nuzzled his nose into her hair and kissed her before slowly getting out of bed and into the shower. His thoughts of last night flooding his mind. She made him feel 25 again and their chemistry was off the charts. He wasn’t looking to jump right into another relationship so soon, but he wasn’t saying no either. 

He finished getting ready and Dani was still sleeping. He scribbled a message on a piece of paper and kissed her forehead before leaving. Keep it together man. 

Dani’s alarm went off a short time later. She opened her eyes and realized this wasn’t her place and that meant last night hadn’t been a dream after all. She rolled over to reach for Hugh, but he wasn’t there. Instead there was a note. 

Sweetheart, 

Had to get to set early, but you looked so beautiful sleeping, I didn’t want to wake you. I’ll see you later on set. 

           Love Hugh

Dani pulled the sheet up with the note in her hand, a huge smile crossing her face. She wasn’t sure why in the hell this man was making her feel like a High School girl and her crush finally falling for her, but he was. She knew she’d better get a move on and get a cab to her place and get to set. 

After a record time getting back to her flat and getting ready, Dani made it to her call time with 10 minutes to spare. 

“Where were you?” her assistant Kayla asked. 

“Sorry, my alarm didn’t go off. I rushed over as fast as I could.” 

“Well, time to get you into hair and make up, so let’s go.” Dani nodded and followed Kayla. 

Hugh and Ryan were waiting for the next scene to be staged as Hugh was scrolling his phone, a smile crossing his face. 

“What’s that smile, Hugh? Are you just happy to be in a movie with your best friend?” Ryan asked, mockingly. 

“No, just having a good day.” 

“That’s not just a good day. Is someone making your day good?” Ryan asked, eyebrow raised. Hugh stayed silent. “Ah shit, Jackman is already in is slut era.” 

“Keep it down, man,” Hugh said. 

“Who’s the lucky lady?” 

“Someone and that’s all you need to know for now.” 

“Ryan, Hugh, let’s get ready to shoot,” Shawn yelled out. As they staged the shot, Dani came walking on set, watching off to the side. She caught Hugh’s sight and he smirked at her, sending that heat wave feeling through her body. What they didn’t know was that Ryan had caught the interaction between the two of them and now was questioning if Dani was the someone Hugh didn’t want to mention. 

They had been shooting all day and it was now time for the scene where Dani entered the picture. She was one of the superheroes who had been banned to the void and was helping Deadpool and Wolverine get to the others to get out. 

“Alright,” Shawn began. “Stargazer, is going to find you two in the minivan and take you two back to the lair. There will be some witty banter and we’ll go from there. And action.” 

********************

Deadpool and Wolverine are lying outside the minivan after the fight sequence. The sun has begun to rise and Wolverine slowly begins to open his eyes. Above him stands a beautiful brunette and he thinks he’s dreaming. 

“Hey, hey, are you two dead,” Stargazer asks, standing over the two of them. 

“Wait, you’re real?” Logan grunts, clearly in pain. Stargazer feels down her body. 

“Last time I checked, I feel pretty real. Maybe it's because you’re 200 years old or something.” Logan snarls, but is fucking turned on at the woman standing before him. 

“Yeah darlin’, I’d say you look pretty real and so does your smart mouth.” Stargazer rolls her eyes as Wade begins to stir with a smartass response. 

*********************

“And cut,” Shawn yelled. “Ryan, want to come take a look to see if we need to re-shoot anything?” Ryan looked at Hugh and Dani and walked over to where the cameras were set up. 

Dani stood there, waiting for her next direction. All the thoughts of that scene and her being here were racing through her mind when she heard someone say something. 

“You did a great job,” Hugh said, breaking her from her thoughts. 

“Thank you. It was pretty nerve-wracking. Good thing I already have a smart mouth, or so I’ve been told,” she smirked. 

“You’re playing with fire princess,” he groaned. Shawn called Hugh over to look over something, but before he walked away, he heard Dani say something. 

“Good thing I love setting fires.” Hugh knew this woman was going to be the death of him. 

[atarathegreat]

After the Tokyo Revengers sibling headcanons, i’ve been thinking abt something. What abt the same characters you did the headcannons for(especially Takuya), but if their older sibling was ACTUALLY a gang leader??

The reader as a gang leader? Sounds like the perfect thing to me! Just know, a ton of these guys are obnoxious.

Ran and Rindou Haitani

Give up on free time

They want to hear all about the fight you were in

Was it a huge gang fight? Did you kill someone? Did you die?

Bring your kid siblings to work day every day that they don't have their own gang activities

Your guys know better than to fight with the brothers, either they'd get it from you or from Ran/Rindou

and god help them if they tried talking shit about anything you decided

they started an all out brawl during a meeting you were holding

you only watched, waiting until most of your guys were knocked sideways before you stopped them

It wasn't your proudest thought, but you knew you were the reason they joined a gang

Nahoya and Souya Kawata

Nahoya is trying to fight you all the time

sleep? No. Nahoya jumping from your closet to attack you when you relax

Souya, often times, is able to warn you and you can throw Hoya around a little

You're constantly helping them with tips on how they can be better captain/vice captain. Souya is the one whose asked, while Hoya pretends he isn't listening

you were there when Souya lost his cool, and you stressed to Nahoya every time they left "do not let him get overwhelmed."

of course you send your vice commander to check on them, it's a visit that Mikey and Draken know about and approve every time

Mitsuya Takashi

considers himself lucky that he has help with Mana and Luna, you didn't have any and you had the girls plus him to take care of

he didn't mind you running off when you needed, he understood the gang responsibilities

you often try to plan your stuff around his duties if you can, though sometimes there is a bump in the road

You used to give him rides on your motorcycle, you're the reason he rides often

Mikey allows you to show up for some of the meetings, since you like to be informed of what's going on in the turf next to yours, besides, it's good to have a relationship with the other gangs

if you're in the area of a fight between Toman and another gang, you make your guys stop and you all watch, making sure that once it's over everyone is okay and patched up

You scold Mitsuya while you wrap him up, slapping bandages on a little rougher than needed

"You do the same thing?" "I'm older! It's different!"

Please, for the love of everything on earth, ask him to mend your clothes after a fight. He wants to help.

Chifuyu Matsuno

He's trying to flaunt it in school

Drags you to see Baji, whose overly unimpressed

You like his friend, even though he's a smartass

your gang is never left alone, Toman always wants to fight

Not Draken though, behind the scenes he is trying to form an alliance

If Chifu needs help, you hurry to his aid. No one hurts him but you

Chifuyu had come home beaten once, you hunted the guys down and made them wish they never even crossed paths with him

he does the same for you, even though your gang had already handled it

you've definitely drop kicked Chifuyu while growing up

Draken

constant fights between you and the working ladies over your gang members coming around

growing up, Draken would try to keep you from arguing with them, but as a third year he'd come out of his room and just swing at you

that's a whole new problem for the brothel, aside from the cheers your guys are screaming

"Shut up, brothel boy!" "Says you, ya' titty watching bike rider!"

its funny to everyone but you two, who end up on the floor with bloody noses, he learned to fight from you after all

you'd do anything for him though, even dismantle your group

(OG timeline) when Kenny died you only slept in his room, only wore his kimono shirts, only visited his grave, there was no more of you being a leader

(Past) When Emma was killed you went with him to the funeral, gave Mikey your condolences, and waited for your brother. you even took it upon yourself to send guys to check on Toman turf and keep losers from moving in on it

You taught him and Mikey, alongside Shinichiro, how to fix a bike.

[yakuzacanons]

Please, more Majima content 😭 I want some age gap headcanons where the reader is 22 and he's 42, making people around them question why the young lady is with a man twice her age. Maybe they're walking together in public and Majima overhears some judgemental and nasty comments made about him and the reader comforts him through it because he gets uncomfortable and self-conscious 🥺

Ahhhh I love this, as someone in a similar age range in comparison to Majima and him being my absolute favorite, this idea makes my brain go brrrrr in the best way. Thank you sweet anon, headcanon is under the cut, hope you like it! It's a long one so I apologize in advance but I had so much fun making it hehe.

Majima will honestly never understand why you picked him. He'll always be asking himself how he got so lucky. At the same time he'll also wonder if he really deserves it. He will try not to let it bother him but it's always something in the back of his mind.

The most common comments are things like "Isn't he a little too old for her?" or "What's she doing with a man like that?". You get some weird glances from strangers. This makes Majima tighten his grip around your hand or around your waist, an obvious tell that he's trying not to let it get to him.

He will try to not engage in physical violence as a response because he knows that's not the solution and he doesn't want you to see him as just some violent beast. Instead, he'll spit out some retort before grabbing your hand and briskly walking away, clearly still upset.

He will try to not bring it up to you whenever he feels this way. Majima already feels that he's a bit of a burden in more ways than one: his age, his job, even the fact that he's missing an eye feels burdensome in his mind. How could someone ever love a man like this? Secretly, he worries that all these factors will drive you away one day so he doesn't want to add fuel to that fire by bringing you down with how he feels about the age gap.

Eventually, his feelings will boil over. You'll find him looking dejected, probably smoking out the window, unable to sleep. If you ask what's going on, he'll immediately know that you know and that's when he'll break.

Majima won't necessarily cry, but he'll sigh deeply and say something like "I just want ya to be happy. Sometimes I wonder if I can give ya the happiness ya deserve. Maybe I'm just bein' selfish... keeping ya all to myself." He'll turn to hide his face in embarrassment, ashamed of how he feels.

Once he feels your arms wrap around him, holding him tight with your face pressed against his back, his heart will just melt. It's true, he does think he's being selfish. Sometimes he wonders if everyone else is right and if you'd be better off with someone younger, someone your age. But damn if it didn't feel good to have you right there next to him. In that exact moment, his worries just wash away. He feels like he can do anything, be anyone. That's just the effect you have on him. Your presence alone makes him feel like a man reborn.

He'll close his eyes and exhale before putting out his cigarette and turning around to face you. Regardless of how you choose to console him, he'll still ask if you're sure this is what you want. Secretly, Majima yearns the most to be wanted and loved. Once reassured he'll just pull you in and hold you tightly, so close to him that it's almost suffocating.

The truth is Majima can't stand the thought of letting you go. The Mad Dog has been so independent by necessity for so long that he's terrified of letting that guard down, letting anyone in, needing anyone at all. You changed that and it feels so good that he's scared to lose it, scared to lose you. Your tender reassurance calms him, it puts the Mad Dog to sleep, and for once, Majima feels like he can breathe deeply and fully.

All those years ago, Majima swore he'd live his life for him, do things his way. When you came into his life, it was the first time since Makoto that he felt he really had something to lose. That's when the thoughts of other people started to get to him. Truthfully, you love his fearlessness the most. You admire his boldness, his loyalty, how he never stands down, the way he tries everything once and does anything for those he loves. You'll remind him of this, reminding him that it doesn't matter what anyone thinks. Age gap or no age gap, you're his and he's yours.

[2baddiesfanfics]

Never a Dull Moment

Pairing: Nami x Robin

Tags: Cunnilingus, Scissoring, Nipple Play, Nipple Licking, Vaginal Fingering, Kissing, Rough Kissing, Neck Kissing, Biting

Summary:

On a rare calm day on the seas, the crew spends the day relaxing. Well, everyone but Nami and Robin. All they want is some quality time, but everyone keeps barging in on them. What does it take for two girls to get some damn peace and quiet?

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It was a calm day on the Sunny. The skies were clear, and the ship was slowly drifting among the waves with no marines or other enemies in sight. The crew was relaxed and enjoying this rare bit of downtime.

Usopp and Franky were below deck tinkering away at some new inventions, while Luffy and Chopper ran around playing with one another, laughing all the way. As per usual, Sanji was whipping up his latest feast in the kitchen, and Zoro proceeded through his normal workout routine in the crow’s nest. The familiar tune of Bink’s Sake could be heard no matter where one was on the ship as Brook plinked away on his piano.

The two ladies could be found lounging in their room. Robin was laying on one side of the bed reading, as Nami sat on the couch reviewing her maps. They sat in silence; it was clear they enjoyed spending time like this together, as it was rare they were able to get some peace and quiet away from prying eyes.

Nami looked up from her maps and studied the face of her cabin mate. Robin’s lips were pursed, her brow furrowed in deep concentration. Her eyes darted from one side of the page to the other quickly. She had always been beautiful to Nami, but even more so when she was absorbed in something she enjoyed. How did she get so lucky to have someone like her to call hers?

“Nami, dear, you’re staring,” Robin smirked without glancing up from her book.

A hand appeared and booped Nami on the nose. Nami smiled back and replied, “I just can’t help myself. I love watching you get lost in your books.”

Robin closed the book and gently placed it on the bedside table. Getting up, she made her way to Nami and sat beside her.

She leaned towards her and whispered in her ear, “And I love getting lost watching the cute faces you make when we’re together.”

Robin lightly nipped and blew on her lobe before kissing Nami’s cheek. Blushing profusely, Nami chucked her maps onto the table in front of her. Turning to face Robin, she eagerly met her lips with her own, savoring the taste of lavender tea on her tongue. Robin slid her hand up and down Nami’s leg.

Nami pulled back with a chuckle. “Needy, aren’t we? What book were you reading?”

Robin’s actions spoke louder than words as she started sucking and licking Nami’s neck in response. She slowly started to slide the strap of Nami’s top down her arm when the bedroom door flung open without warning.

“Nami! Nami! Nami!” Luffy ran in yelling with Chopper in tow. Robin quickly stopped what she was doing and placed her hand on top of Nami’s.

“Damn it, Luffy! What did I say about knocking before coming into the room when the door is shut? Unless it’s an emergency…someone better be dying!” Nami exclaimed.

“Aw, Nami! I just wanna know how long it’ll be before we reach the next island!” Luffy said with that goofy grin of his.

“That’s it? That’s all you wanted to know? I told you this morning it’ll be sometime tomorrow afternoon.”

“Uh, Luffy? I think we should go. They looked busy with her maps,” Chopper quietly said while tugging on the leg of Luffy’s pants.

“Now get out!” Nami shouted.

With that, Luffy and Chopper ran out of the room in a whirlwind. Robin produced a hand to close the door behind them.

Nami groaned as she slapped a hand over her face. “They just had to ruin it.”

With a sigh, Robin leaned her forehead against Nami’s and responded, “We have all day, my love. Maybe we should get going. We have things to do and if we don’t leave this room soon, others are sure to come looking for us anyway.”

With that, Nami smiled in return and they headed out hand-in-hand. As they approached the bathhouse, Nami realized it would indeed be the perfect place for some “alone time.” Running the warm water, they stripped out of their clothes and submerged themselves in the bath.

Robin tucked a stray strand of hair behind Nami’s ear and stroked her finger up and down Nami’s neck. Pulling her onto her lap, Nami eagerly responded by wrapping her legs around Robin’s waist and her arms around her neck. They resumed their slow but heated make-out session with Nami making her way from Robin’s lips to her jaw and then to her neck, leaving a trail of red spots on her pale skin.

Robin moaned in approval as Nami lapped up the water that lingered on her chest. Just when she was about to wrap her lips around Robin’s nipple, a small voice jolted her out of her trance.

“Nami? Robin? It’s my bath day. May I join you?” Chopper asked shyly.

Robin sighed and patted her head as Nami rested it in the crook of her neck.

“Of course, Chopper,” Robin replied.

Nami knew Robin could never say no to Chopper. He jumped in with them as Nami untangled herself from Robin.

“Oh, Robin! Are you okay? I heard you moan. Did you hurt yourself?” Chopper asked.

“Ah, you see, the water was a little warmer than I anticipated is all. Don’t worry, I’m quite alright.”

With the heat coming off the bath water, Chopper couldn’t tell Robin was blushing out of embarrassment that the little reindeer had heard her. Nami had a knowing smirk on her face as those piercing blue eyes glared back at her.

Chopper continued playing with the bubbles and talking to the ladies about his play date with Luffy as well as the herbs he wanted to look for on the next island. Both ladies hummed in acknowledgment, but neither was fully listening. Their focus was solely on one another. They may have been washing their bodies, but their minds had dirty thoughts playing on repeat.

Once clean, they exited the bathhouse while Chopper skipped off to find Usopp. The couple made their way to the library, assuming none of the men would be interested enough in literature to intrude. Robin plopped down onto the couch, pulling Nami with her. Wrapping her arms around her waist, she nuzzled her face into Nami’s shoulder.

Nami leaned back into Robin, picking up a book to try and distract herself from how wet and frustrated she was from being interrupted (what seemed like) every ten seconds.

Robin pulled the straps of Nami’s tank top to fall to either side of her upper arms as she pressed her lips to her shoulder. Sucking the spots she gently kissed, she let her mouth wander from her shoulder blade to her neck and back.

Nami took Robin’s hand and placed it between her legs where she could feel her pulsing with need. Robin palmed her through her shorts as she continued attacking her shoulder and neck. Nami threw her head back, giving her more access…

“Hey Robin, I am looking for a book to help me make additions to the ship. Have you seen something like that in here?” Franky’s voice boomed as he walked into the library.

Robin bit Nami’s shoulder and looked up quickly, hands hidden by the book on Nami’s lap as she continued to toy with her.

“I think it’s on the top shelf there, Franky.” She produced a hand to grab the book and handed it to him.

“Super! Thanks, Robin!” Franky said as he sat down at the desk in front of them.

Robin sighed and Nami glared at him in anger. Robin kissed her cheek and whispered, “Let’s get out of here.”

They made their way to the bar and aquarium room. Robin sauntered over and poured both of them a drink. Nami wasn’t sure how Robin could stay so composed. She had to be as frustrated as she was, but neither her face nor demeanor betrayed this fact.

Nami, on the other hand, was rubbing her legs together as they sat drinking their wine.

It was like Robin had read her mind. “I’ll make sure to leave you satisfied at some point today, love…”

“I know. I just want it now!” Nami whined.

“Well, it seems like we are finally alone and I think everyone is preoccupied at the moment.”

She pulled Nami to her as she leaned against the bar. Robin’s kisses were becoming desperate as Nami pulled her as close as she could to try and get some friction going between them. Distracted by the feeling of each other, a bottle of saké tipped over and drained itself of its contents.

Nami moaned into Robin’s mouth, and as she pulled away, she heard a deep voice ask, “Hey you guys! I smell sake. Are we drinking?” Zoro walked in followed by Brook.

“Wow, Zoro! I’m amazed you picked up on that. I don’t have a good enough sense of smell. On the other hand, I don’t have a nose. Yohohohoho!”

Nami quickly backed away from Robin as she noticed the spilled alcohol. Silently kicking herself, she quietly whispered, “Shit! I’m sorry.” Robin cupped her cheek and winked to reassure her it was alright.

“Yes, we seemed to have spilled a little. Our apologies, Zoro. Would you like us to pour you some?” Robin asked.

“Like I’d ever say no!”

Robin and Nami poured the two some drinks and stayed to chat before moving along, leaving Brook to play the piano and Zoro to drink his weight in saké.

The two women walked over to the garden where Robin tended her flowers and Nami her mikan trees. In a hidden area behind the trees was a hammock they figured would be the perfect place away from prying eyes.

Nami lay down, pulling Robin on top of her.

“That eager, hmmm?” Robin laughed.

“You know I am. Just be careful not to flip us.”

Nami was already bucking her hips in an attempt to try and direct her attention to where she needed her most. Robin produced two hands and slid them under Nami’s shirt to pinch and knead both breasts.

“Oh god…yesss,” Nami hissed.

Robin lifted the shirt a little higher so she had access to the hem of Nami’s shorts. Her real hands started to unbutton her pants and began to pull them down, but just as she was about to move her underwear, they heard a cough. Both froze.

“Nami-Swannnnn! Robin-Channnnnn! Dinner is ready!” Sanji hollered. “We can’t eat until everyone is accounted for.”

“Yes, we’ll be there in a moment, Sanji. Thank you,” Robin replied, clearly annoyed.

Ensuring they both looked decent, they trekked over to the dining hall. Dinner was as lively as ever with Luffy trying to eat everyone’s food as they all talked amongst each other. Nami and Robin tried to join in the conversation, but neither felt much like chatting. They were both teetering on the edge of frustration with their crew mates. They knew it was nobody’s fault, but it didn’t change the fact they both felt an urgent need for each other. When dinner was over, they thanked Sanji and went off in search of a private corner of the ship.

Nami pushed Robin against a wall and placed herself between her legs. They kissed, the taste of that night’s dinner still lingering on their lips. Nami ground herself against Robin’s knee as she placed her hand down her skirt and felt that her underwear was soaked. Aroused even more than she thought possible, Nami began to rut faster. God, she was so close - this was all she had been wanting for hours now.

“Robin, I am going to...” but before Nami could finish, Robin grabbed her hips, ceasing her rapid movement.

“Shhh! Someone’s coming,” Robin whispered as she gently pushed Nami off her just as Usopp rounded the corner.

“Hey, guys. Chopper’s going to bed and it’s time for your night watch shifts. Robin gets the back of the ship, Nami the front,” Usopp informed them.

They both nodded. Nami was on the verge of crying she was so close. Robin sensed this and kissed her tenderly.

“Let’s finish our duties and meet back in the room.”

Nami nodded in agreement before they went their separate ways for the next two hours. If something did happen, Nami wouldn’t have been much help. She was much too distracted by thoughts of everything Robin had done to her throughout the day.

On the other side of the ship, Robin looked out upon the sea. She, too, was needy, even if she didn’t show it the way Nami did. She squeezed her legs together as she sat reminiscing about the way Nami’s reactions to her touch made her tingle.

——————————- Usopp approached Robin to take his turn on watch duty. She nodded, wished him good night, and nearly ran toward the women’s cabin. Stopping by the kitchen to grab some water for both her and Nami, she eagerly headed to her destination. As she entered the room they shared, she firmly closed the door behind her.

“I brought us some water. I believe we’ll both be needing this later,” Robin smirked.

Nami turned toward her as she started to take her shirt off. Before she could thank her, Robin made her way over and pulled her flush against her by her hips.

“I’ll help you with that. We won’t need much clothing tonight anyways,” Robin teased as she deftly yanked her out of her top. Nami returned the favor and swallowed hard as she saw the hunger in Robin’s eyes. As she helped her out of her skirt and underwear, Nami’s fingers twitched at the feeling of her wetness dripping down her thighs.

“Wow, you’re not as composed as I thought you were all this time if this was all my doing,” Nami joked as she stood up.

“I think that’s enough talking for now,” Robin said as she shut her up with a kiss. “I’ll show you just how needy I am, my dear.”

Nami moaned in response as Robin pushed her onto the bed and slithered on top of her. Producing an extra hand using her powers, she bound both of Nami’s hands above her head.

Robin unbuttoned Nami’s pants, slid them down her legs, and threw them off to the side of their bed. Nami’s lacy orange panties were already soaked through. She groaned as Robin kissed and sucked on each side of her hip, then slid a finger across the hem of her underwear.

Nami propped her knee up at just the right angle for Robin to ride it. She watched wide-eyed as Robin tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and quietly sighed, getting lost in the feeling. Robin wasn’t usually one to let her guard down easily, and Nami savored every chance she got to see her give in like this.

Usually careful, gentle, and sweet, tonight Robin seemed different - more feral, urgent, and needy…a rare occurrence, indeed.

“Ah god…Robin, please!” Nami begged as she bucked her hips trying to get her to slide her hand further down.

Robin was trying not to lose herself before she could take care of Nami first. Moving further down Nami’s body, she slowly pulled her panties down with her teeth.

Hearing a long, drawn-out moan, Robin knew she had caused the desired effect. Pulling them off the rest of the way, she threw them over her shoulder. She gently opened Nami’s legs and sat between them. Hungrily eyeing her wet sex, she could feel heat begin to pool in her own.

She licked Nami’s clit, eliciting more encouraging sounds from her. Alternating between sucking and licking, she then took two fingers and entered her.

“Unghhhh! Yessss don’t stop!”

Robin couldn’t stop if she tried. She continued pumping her fingers in and out of her slowly at first. Nami was already contracting around her, but she wasn’t quite ready to let her come undone just yet. Pulling out of her, she flashed her glistening fingers up at her.

“My, my. It appears you’re really worked up.” Nami whined and nodded, wordlessly begging for her to resume.

Robin placed both fingers on Nami’s lips and ordered, “Be a good girl and suck.”

Nami obediently tasted herself. A low growl rumbled at the back of Robin’s throat as she watched her tongue lave against her. Satisfied, she returned them to their rightful place and started moving faster while sucking harshly on Nami’s clit. She ran her teeth across the sensitive bundle of nerves and gently nipped, making her writhe in pleasure.

Robin lifted one of Nami’s legs with her free hand and pressed it toward her, enabling her fingers to go deeper. Nami jolted in response.

“That’s it! Don’t stop! Don’t you dare stop!”

She continued her movements while looking up at her. The sensation was so intense tears streamed down Nami’s face as she came with Robin’s name on her lips.

Robin crawled her way back up, peppering her face with kisses that wiped away tears. She was in desperate need of release as well but needed to make sure Nami was alright.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I, dear? I’m sorry, it’d just been so long that I got a bit overzealous.”

Afraid she might have ruined the mood, Nami wanted to reassure her that her tears had nothing to do with pain and everything to do with earth-shattering pleasure.

“Oh no, baby! That was incredible. I’d hold you, but my hands are kind of…” she said as she flashed her eyes above her head.

“Good, that makes me feel better,” she said with a sigh of relief. Knowing she hadn’t hurt her, she felt much more comfortable with where she planned to take things.

“But I’m afraid you’re mistaken. I have no intention of letting you go,” Robin stated with a wink. “Because you’re mine. I own your body.”

Nami shivered at this declaration. The look in Robin’s eyes was one she was well acquainted with. Having been denied release all day, she knew Robin was going to take her time exacting pleasure the way she wanted.

“Your lips.” She took Nami’s bottom lip between her teeth and lightly bit down. “Your neck.” She licked from her cheek to her shoulder. “Your tits.” She kissed between her breasts. “And especially this.” She cupped her pussy, causing Nami to moan as her eyes rolled back in her head. “And I’m going to use every bit of you however I see fit. If you do what I tell you to, I might consider freeing your wrists. Understand?”

Nami nodded vigorously. “I belong to you. I’ll do whatever you ask, love. Forever and always.”

Robin kissed her forehead. “Good girl.” She moved to straddle her hips, bringing her chest level with Nami’s mouth. “Now, show me what you can do with those pretty lips of yours.”

Nami took this as her cue to begin. She leaned forward and latched onto her nipple, carefully alternating between licking and lightly biting.

“Mmmmm Nami…yesssss…just like that,” Robin gasped as she weaved her fingers through her hair. Her grip tightened, which Nami knew meant she must be doing something right. Peering up through her lashes, the look on Robin’s face in the throes of passion was something that would make anyone wet.

Her hair was a mess in an incredibly erotic sense. The redness of her cheeks was highlighted by the sweat she had worked up during the night’s earlier escapades. At this moment, Nami had no doubt in her mind she was the luckiest woman on earth.

“That’s my girl. You’re doing so well, baby. You’re making me feel so good. But I’m going to need you to lay down now.” Robin produced multiple hands and pulled Nami down so her head rested on a pillow. Surprised by the suddenness of the act, she let out an excited yelp that evolved into a joyful chuckle.

Smiling at the sound of her girlfriend’s laugh, Robin carefully situated herself so her sex hovered just over Nami’s lips. “We’ve established you’ve got quite a talented mouth. Now I want you to use it to make me come.” She carefully lowered herself, and her juices ensured there was zero friction as she slid across Nami’s tongue.

Eager to please, Nami began to lap at her folds like her life depended on it. Egged on by the sounds coming out of Robin, she shifted her focus to her clit. Losing control, Robin released her grip on Nami’s arms, and Nami immediately grabbed her hips so hard she knew it was going to leave a bruise the next day.

Speeding the thrust of her hips against her mouth, Robin was racing toward her release. “Fuck! Nami! I’m gonna…ooooooh!” She braced herself to ensure she didn’t topple over and hurt her, her hips bucking as she rode out her orgasm.

Breathing heavily, she rolled over next to her. The two women looked at each other in awe. Sharing a kiss, Robin savored her taste as their lips lingered on each other.

Robin produced a few hands and brought the glasses of water she had procured earlier over.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m quite parched,” Robin said, sipping on her drink as Nami nodded in agreement.

“Open up, dear,” she commanded as Nami propped herself up to meet her halfway. Robin begged entrance to her mouth. Thirstily sucking, Nami drank from the remnants of water that remained on the other woman’s tongue. Nami placed her hand on Robin’s cheek, drawing her ever deeper.

Robin pulled back, grabbed the glass, and dribbled some of the water on Nami’s chest, allowing it to run down her cleavage. Leaning down, her tongue traced through the paths it left. Nami’s moans turned to sharp growls as she felt Robin switch from licking to biting.

Dark patches began to bloom across her chest, and the thought of looking back on them later made her swoon. She was shocked back to reality when she felt Robin move her attention to one of her nipples. Wetting her fingers with some of the remaining water, she glided her thumb across the other nipple. Nami to threw her head back into the pillow when she felt her start to pinch and pull.

“Who do you belong to?” Robin asked.

“Ahh…you!” Nami shouted.

“You can do better than that, love,” she retorted as she swirled her tongue around her nipple once again.

“Robin!” Unsatisfied with her response, Robin bit down on her nipple.

“Ah, Robin! I belong to you, Robin!”

Nami could feel Robin smile against her chest as she kissed her breast. Straddling her waist with her legs on opposite sides of the woman underneath her, Robin leaned forward as Nami placed one of her legs on Robin’s lower back and spread the other. Their sexes lined up and clits touching, Robin loved this position: She was able to see all of Nami’s facial expressions and be as close to her as possible.

Nami pulled Robin’s face down to hers and passionately kissed her. Robin was the first to pull back, wanting to see Nami’s freshly-fucked hair displayed around the pillow. Her face was flushed a deep pink, and her chest was heaving from excitement. There was something incredibly erotic about the vision before her, sending a tingle straight to her core.

Unable to wait any longer, Robin rocked back and forth. Their nipples rubbed against one another, and the friction between them built to a fever pitch. Staring into Nami’s eyes, Robin watched her expressions change as her mouth fell open and panting sighs escaped her.

Nami grabbed Robin’s ass and guided her as she rocked, causing her to thrust faster. Passionate kisses turned to desperate ones as they muffled one another’s moans, their juices mixing.

“Robin…more…faster…please!”

She produced two hands and slid two fingers into both of their entrances. They both screamed at this addition, as the fingers pumped in and out.

“That’s it! Robin…yes!” Nami encouraged.

It wasn’t long until they were both coming: Legs shaking, backs arched, crying out each other’s names.

Robin hovered over Nami, allowing both of them to come down from their climax. Giving her one more gentle kiss, she rolled over to the opposite side of her girlfriend. Both women lay still listening to one another’s uneven breathing as Robin took Nami’s hand in hers and gave it a light squeeze. Nami returned the reassuring gesture.

When Nami started to laugh, Robin looked over at her with a puzzled look.

“Wow, who would have thought I could get the poised and stoic Nico Robin so worked up? I might have to have the guys barge in on our alone time more often,” Nami teased.

Robin chuckled pulling Nami to her, Nami rested her head on Robin’s chest.

“Yes, all these interruptions today were starting to get to me, but I think you were the one in more desperate need,” Robin responded with a smile while pressing a kiss to the top of Nami’s head. Too worn out to argue, Nami drifted off.

———— The next morning, the ladies were in for a rude awakening. Luffy came barging in, shouting, “There’s an island! There’s an island!” at the top of his lungs. Both women, disheveled with sleep still in their eyes, groggily stared at him.

“Umm…where are you guys’ clothes?” Luffy asked mid-excitement. Robin quickly produced extra hands and pulled the covers up to their necks.

“Damn it, Luffy! What did I LITERALLY just tell you yesterday?” Nami yelled.

Luffy chuckled and practically bounced out of the room, closing the door behind him. Laying back onto Robin’s chest Nami felt her chuckle under her.

“Never a dull moment, mmm? We really should get up soon,” Robin proposed while kissing Nami’s forehead.

Nami sighed, “Another day, another adventure.”

[sugolara]

𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙠, 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙠, 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙠

ft. Shota Aizawa x daughter! reader

Synopsis: After a deadly virus leaks all over the world, Shota Aizawa and his eldest daughter must survive from the flesh eating monsters in hopes that Eri is still alive. Cw: gore, quirkless! au, apocalypse! au, zombie! au, weapons, death, angst, blood, cannibalism, suicidal thoughts, cross-posted on ao3, wattpad, qoutev

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F/n boringly sat next to Shota, playing with the screwdriver as her father fixed the automatic gate. She thought he had something exciting for her to do, like helping him scavenge for supplies or kill some dead. She should have figured that wasn’t the case when he had a tool box and a manual in hand.

A lady who lived in 4B, before the outbreak mentioned the manager rented a room, although it mostly consisted of his work tools and he rarely ever slept there. With the help of the lady, Shota and Nemuri searched the manager’s apartment and were lucky to find all his tools.

F/n now watched as Shota pulled some wires out from the control panel and replaced the old fuses with new ones, “I thought this was going to be fun.”

“It is.” He said, fiddling with the wires and concentrating on not trying to get electrocuted. From the corner of his eyes, he could see her fidget with the screwdriver, “You’re learning how to fix a gate. It's useful.”

She scoffed, “Useful? Who the hell-heck is going to need a gate? Why can’t we be old fashion and use the wood kinds.”

He gave her a look, one for almost cursing and the other for scoffing, “Wood burns, F/n. Besides, when I’m out on a run and the gate breaks, you’ll be the one to fix it. So pay attention.”

“Why me?” She groaned out, her eyes peering at a bug walking by her shoes, “Isn’t Yagi supposed to watch over us?”

He shook his head, “He’s going with us today. We’re heading back to the store we first came across. If we’re lucky, we’ll have a lot of food and medicine.”

“Hopefully enough to help Itsuka.” She mumbled as she stabbed the bug with the screwdriver, smearing its remains on the hard pavement.

He briefly glanced at her before testing the gates. A flick on the lever and the gates screeched open. Thankfully, it was early morning which meant the dead were asleep, just barely waking up.

He closed the gates and placed the panel cover back. He left the curtains to lay on the floor as they would be leaving through the gates soon. He stood up and then turned to look at the main area, “C’mon. Let’s see if Hizashi’s up so he can clean your wound.”

She followed after him, pursing her lips, “Who’s going to keep watch here?”

“Someone,” Even though she didn’t say it, he could sense an idea was brewing inside her head, “that isn’t you. So behave.”

“Fine.” She crossed her arms. Her eyes then turned to look at him, “When will you be back?”

He could feel her concern. To reassure her, he smiled, “I won’t take long. I’ll make sure to bring you a toy or something.”

“I’m not a kid.” She huffed, but her eyes then widened as she grinned, “Oh! Maybe you can find an army knife!”

“A knife?” He looked at her. His heart swelled at her big grin, “Why would you want that?”

“I’d look pretty badass with it!” She said as she pretended to hold one and swung her arms around, jabbing into the air. Shota only shook his head with a smile, leaving her to her imaginations. His mind however was preoccupied by a concern that he wondered his daughter had.

As they made it to the patio where Hizashi, Nemuri and Toshinori began to pack, Shota stopped his daughter before they could greet them. He placed a hand on her shoulder, giving her a worried look, “Are you sure you’re okay with staying here without me? I know I said I wouldn’t take long, but with how it is out there I can never be sure. If you want me to stay I will.”

He watched as she shrugged, her brow twitching. Her response did not make him feel better which surprised him, “Even if I said I wanted you to stay, you wouldn’t listen. I’m okay with you leaving, dad. You want to help and I’m not going to hold you back. I’m not a kid anymore, I can protect myself, just like you said.”

He blinked. For some reason he felt disheartened when she smiled at him and went to Hizashi. He stood in his place until he took a deep breath and headed towards them, “How's it looking?”

“So far so good.” Hizashi smiled at the girl as he dabbed a cotton ball to her head before placing a gauge and wrapping a bandage. He then flicked her forehead, “All done! Healing process is going excellent. Soon, you won’t need a bandage wrapped on you.”

She slightly glared at him as she rubbed her forehead with her finger. The male only continued to smile as he placed the rest of the supplies in the bag, “The rest of the stuff needs to be put away. The old lady in room 4B and her husband are cleaning out the manager's room. She wants to put all the food in there and place the other stuff in room next door.”

“Should you really be calling her old lady?” Toshinori said, sweat dropping, “She’s not that much older than you.”

“Yeah, by like 20 years.” He said with a tone.

“That's basically calling Toshinori old.” Nemuri pointed out, ignoring the look the older blonde gave her, “Anyways, we should head out. The sooner we leave the sooner we come back.”

“Who’s keeping watch again?” Tohinori asked in the background as Shota took F/n to the side once more to talk privately. He stared down at his daughter, his eyes glued to her eyes that she took of her mother. Almost every feature she had was from the who have her life except for the insomnia which Shota had mentally apologized for giving her such a trait.

He let out a quiet sigh, closing his eyes for a brief moment before looking at her once more. As always he talked to her like she was still a child, “Stay inside. Don’t go anywhere unless you have to and by that I mean if this place gets invaded. Stay close to the people here so you don’t get lost and so you have protection. Do I make myself clear? Be ca-”

“Be cautious. Stay safe. Don’t get bitten.” She firmly nodded at him with a smile, “I hear you loud and clear and if this place does manage to get invaded I promise to come find you.”

He swore he almost felt his heart shattered at that. It hurt to know that she could have such a thought, “I should be telling you that.”

Her smile grew when he ruffled her hair and she quickly engulfed him in a hug, her cheeks squished against his chest as her eyes wandered to area where Nemuri, Toshinori and Hizashi once stood, “Now you promise me that you’ll be safe, okay?”

He adorned a small smile as he placed his arms around, “I promise I’ll be safe.”

And with that, a final smile as she waves, watching the car drive off with Shota, Nemuri, Toshinori and Hizashi inside. The gates screech as it closes and the curtains sway due to the wind. A few rotters were attracted by the noise but they were easily shot down by those who stood on the parking lot's roof to keep watch.

Since it was still early, most of the people were asleep including Hitoshi. She decided to help the lady in 4B by cleaning out the manager's room where they planned to store their items. She broke down empty boxes, threw a trash bag that was filled and placed any loose tools that she thought were salvage inside a crate.

Lastly she swept the floor with a broom that's seen better days. Her ears listened to the clock that was on the wall. Its ticking was ominous yet comforting. They were all lucky to see that the clock ran on batteries, otherwise they’d lose track of time. However, it was only a matter of time before the clock gave up.

As she continued to clean, she could hear a few people chattering and a few kids laughing and playing inside the apartments. Of course their parents wouldn’t allow them to be out of reach and those who didn’t have children were thankful for the kids to be respectful and keep quiet when told.

Just then, she jumped in her spot as the clock detached itself from the wall and clattered to the metal table. The glass part shattered as it hardly connected to the tools that were displayed on top of the table. Its sound rang through the small room and since it was almost empty it echoed. Her e/c watched as the batteries flew out and began to roll through the crack that separated the table from the wall.

It made a quiet thump as the batteries fell to the carpeted floor and hid itself through the shadows. She noticed that the table seemed wobbly and to test her theory she slightly moved it. No doubt the table would fall if anything heavy were to fall on it and speaking of heavy, she looked to the tools that were hung above the table.

A few clean, rusty and powered tools were neatly organized. Considering how some of the tools were heavy she should have worried about it falling on the table but she didn’t and instead placed the broom to the side and crouched down to reach for the batteries.

With her body halfway underneath, a thump was heard and the walls shook as the kids that were playing outside had accidentally slammed their soccer ball to the wall. The walls continued to shake every few seconds and the tools also shook as the nail that was used to hang them up was slowly falling.

When she finally reached for the batteries she began to pull out, but from the corner of her eyes she peered up and she noticed a gun attached underneath the table. With her free hand, she reached for the gun, but another thump was heard and the wall shook.

Before she knew it, all the tools fell onto the table as its legs gave out and it came crashing down on her. She grunted in pain as the table fell on her and her head pounded in pain. Thankfully she could remove the table off her with some pain, “Ow..”

As she began to shift, Hitoshi came in. His neutral look turned into worrisome as he quickly rushed to help her, “F/n!? Are you okay!?”

“What does it look like?” She said as she let out a huff, moving in the process.

Moving the last piece—being the table—he watched as she sat up and a gun was in her hand, “Where’d you find that?”

She pointed to the table, “There. I don’t know if it has any bullets. I don’t really know how to use one either besides shooting.”

“Neither do I. We should give it to the lady in 4B. I think her husband was in the military or something.” He said as he peered his eyes over her face. Before he could say anything else, crimson of blood fell from her head wound, “You’re bleeding.”

She raised her fingers to touch her wound, wincing in the process, “Ouch. I sure hope it doesn’t get infected.”

He grabbed her hand to help her get up, but he let her go as he began to leave the room and head to the patio, “We should clean it before it does get infected.”

“So, uh…” She said as she took a seat and watched as he set up the equipment, “Usually you're still asleep.”

His lips quivered as he removed the bandage. It's true he would still have been asleep, but he couldn’t. Since his room was right next to Itsuka he could practically hear everything. Including her cries, her pained cries. Sometimes it would go quiet, but it was only for a short moment.

He even had gotten himself up to check on her but upon seeing Toshinori already in her room treating the nasty wound, wiping her sweat and making sure she’s drinking what smelled like cough syrup he left. That however didn’t stop the thoughts that plagued his mind.

So he tossed himself in his bed, placing his pillow over his ears as if it would help to drown out the noise, yet it never did. He just hoped that the sun would come up and for some reason the face of F/n showed up in his head.

At that thought and the fact he was really close to her almost made his cheeks heat up. Almost, “Well…I couldn’t sleep at all. I think…”

“You think?” She said, her eye twitching as the cotton ball pressed itself to her wound, stinging her.

He glanced to the side, quietly taking in a deep breath as he let the words come out, “I don’t think…Itsuka has time.”

She furrowed her brows in confusion before she realized what he meant, “Why do you say that? Is it because of what she said last time?”

He nodded as he began to wrap her head, “That and because I can hear her cry like she's in pain and knowing I can’t do anything but listen…It just feels so, so wrong.”

Her eyes shifted to her side, mostly to avoid the crestfallen look that was placed on his face. She tried to think of anything that could bring up their spirits and when she finally did she jumped up, slightly starling the male.

A wide grin was on her face, “I know! Let's make something for her!”

Perplexed, he blinked, “Like what?”

She pointed to the cardboard box near the manager's room, “We can make a poster for her. Or like a college board. There's plenty of magazines and we can pretend to envision our future life. Or something like that! It will bring a smile to her face and I’m sure the memory will engrave itself on her!”

He watched as she walked off to the boxes and began to open the trash bags. As confused as he wanted to be he couldn’t help the smile to show on his lips as he followed after her. Yes, the idea wasn’t something that'd help them in this world, but to know that it’d bring a smile to their friends face was worth it. Especially if it meant that she wouldn’t last another day. 

[chidoroki]

182 Days of TPN - Day 153

Chapter 153: "Coward"

I dunno why but I'm kinda bummed Norman's kill happened off-panel. Yeah it wouldn't feel right to see one one of the sweetest boys to take a life but that's exactly why it would work so well under his WM persona. And I just wanted to see Yverk perish, honestly. I don't like him. At least we got to see Norman attack Vylk in the second season, which is better than nothing, I suppose.

Norman would know that eradication is certainly not the only way to achieve peace if he would stop sounding like a broken record and listen to Emma's idea about the new promise and using the evil blood to save the demons. Also, I love how surprised the Lambda boys are upon hearing Emma rejecting Norman's orders/suggestion so easily. Her short & quick response is a nice callback to when she refused Ray's idea to leave all the GF kids behind back during ch4.

The WM facade that Norman is so confident with means nothing when our girl knows him so darn well, even to the point where he's lying to himself about his true feelings.

Gotta say that I prefer the anime's take on this panel much better as well. Definitely makes me feel sorry for this sad, terrified child more than a chessmaster with a god complex.

The manga does toss a whole bunch of flashbacks our way though so that does help pull some heartstrings here. I can also never remember that Norman & Vincent had the chance to meet casually while at Lambda. For a while I thought they only communicated via the rubix cube their entire time there. The Lambda staff should've never let these boys socialize.

They're both pretty stubborn when it comes to their own ideas but Norman has gotta know to yield once Emma has her heart set on something. You can't go against our leading lady. And how convenient that there's now a clear path between all the dead demons so she can march her way right up to him.

I love her so much for calling him out like this.

This trio is so darn precious with how much they care for each other and see each other as equals aaahh! Ray's words kinda remind me of ch178 when Norman said they would refuse to cross over to the human world if it means that Emma would have to sacrifice herself. And ch27 with Emma's famous speech about how they'll all live together and won't accept a future unless everyone is part of it. Look at that, all three of 'em having their own moments.

I don't even care if the anime switched up Ray's lines, it feels more personal to him when he draws on his own experiences and their relationship to remind Norman who he really is. I also love that someone is shown to be frustrated with Norman's actions. Emma is too, deep down somewhere I'm sure, but her voice is a lot more calming and hopeful during this scene, as usual.

Can't praise the anime for too long though since it doesn't include Ray offering his hand out to Norman like the manga does. (though perhaps it took inspiration from the following chapter since we don't see his hand there either when this moment is shown again.)

Anime also leaves Ray out of the hug for whatever reason. Maybe to match this chapter's extra page of Emma comforting a small, crying Norman, but c'mon, trio hugs are the best kind of hugs! (even though I personally prefer the hug shown next chapter a little bit more.) I can appreciate how the anime had Norman's hood fall down once Emma caught him as he fell to his knees, kinda like how his entire cape flew off here.

Favorite panel/moment:

Yeesss sweetie! Put that boy in his place!! I imagine she would've been just as angry if she had learned any sooner that Ray was sacrificing their siblings back at GF, so he's lucky all he got was a death glare in ch15.

Their faces are SO ADORABLE HERE!! HELP! I LOVE THEM!

[laedback-taurus]

Babies and Plotting Death

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader Warnings: Swearing, implied sexual content Word Count: 1.7k A/n: This is my first Tommy story, and I honestly don’t know how I feel about it.

You've spent most the evening talking about babies. Tommy has spent most of the night plotting a mans death.

“Are you ready yet Love?” Your husband asked, adjusting his tie and he approached your form, you were sitting in front of your mirror, putting on the new earrings Tommy had gifted you. “Our guests are arriving” he stated before placing a soft kiss on the exposed skin of your neck, you watched him in the reflection of your mirror and smiled softly.

“Am I ready to spend the evening mingling with strangers when I’d rather be spending a quiet night in with you and Charlie?” you questioned, taking one last look at your appearance before standing and facing Tommy. “I suppose” you shrugged with a small smile.

“I promise, you will have my undivided attention tomorrow night” he placed another small kiss on your forehead and extended his arm for you take.

“You better keep that promise Mr Shelby” You warned, hooking your arm with his.

“Nothing will keep me away Mrs Shelby” With that, the two of you set off for the event occurring in the lower level of your home.

As soon as the two of you had made your decent into the buzzing party your husband had been quickly whisked away by someone no doubt wanting to talk business. You got right into playing your role of hostess, greeting and mingling with different guests as you made your way around the room. Most of the conversations were tolerable a lot of people asked about how Charlie was and you were proudly talking about his most recent little achievements until a few women started questioning when you and Tommy would have children of your own, reminding you of how sweet little Charlie wasn’t really yours. This had dampened your mood making you dread the next lot of guests until you recognised the group of friendly faces you were approaching and sighed in relief, approaching them quickly.

“You look like you need this more than me” chuckled one Ada Shelby as she handed you her glass. You thanked her and eagerly took it making her laugh softly. You looked around the group, a calm and homey aura fell around you, accompanying Ada was Esme and of course Polly.

“You’re halfway there dear” Polly pointed out, in an effort to ease your mind.

“Only halfway?!” you joked taking a long drink to add to said joke, making the women laugh.

“I have to say, you look stunning tonight Y/n” Esme compliment with a smile.

“So do you Ladies, as always I might add” You smiled but Polly sensed something was off.

“What’s wrong?” she asked curiously. You looked at the women around you and you knew there was no getting out of addressing this.

“a few ladies were questioning when Tommy and I were going to have children of my own, which didn’t bother me much, they were curious but then they went on about how Charlie isn’t mine, as if I needed that reminder” You explained, taking another sip of your drink.

“The nerve of some people, you didn’t have to take on the responsibility of raising a boy that isn’t yours but you did and I think that makes you truly amazing Y/n, that boy is lucky to have you step up and love him like a mother” Ada praised you, you gave her a quick cuddle, thanking her for her kind words.

“I am curious however, and I’m family so I can ask, when are you and Tommy planning on trying?” Polly asked, the question not bothering you coming for her.

“We’re currently trying actually” you smiled, the women around you each returning your smile. “We’ve only just started but we are…really trying” you over exaggerated the really, finishing with a wink, making the other women laugh.

“You’ll be an amazing mother Y/n, you already are” Polly stated just as a group of young men approached the four of you, you counted three of them. They looked nice enough, perhaps just looking for an innocent chat, surely they’d know who the lot of you were seeing as they were attending a Shelby event.

“Good evening, ladies” a tall brunette greeted as he stood beside you, sending you and your fellow women a charming smile, one nowhere near as pretty as Tommy’s.

“Good evening, gentlemen” Polly returned his greeting on behalf of the rest of us, keeping a close eye on the man who had planted himself so close to you. The other two men inserted themselves next to Ada and Esme, making Polly roll her eyes as she took a drag of her cigarette.

“How has your night been Mrs Shelby?” The one next to you asked as he looked down at you, you politely returned his gaze, “I’ve seen you make your way around the room, you are one popular woman”

So, he’d been watching you, you thought to yourself, hoping Tommy hadn’t noticed his behaviour, Tommy himself kept a close eye on you at every event, after what happened to Grace.

Speaking of your husband, you were about to look around to see if you could locate him when the man accompanying you placed his hand on the small of you back. You mentally sighed, knowing his man had just sealed his fate, you looked to Polly who you could tell had come to the same conclusion as you, he was a dead man.

Tommy had been taking break from talking business, he found himself a relatively quiet spot and leant against the wall, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. As he did, his brothers approached to join him, Arthur handed him a glass of whiskey as he stood next to Tommy, not caring to lean. John on the other hand pretty much threw himself against the wall, clearly intoxicated and lighting a smoke of his own.

“Thank you, Arthur” Tommy sighed out with an exhale of smoke. The brothers looked out the room in front of them, Tommy had no care for what or who his brothers were looking at, his eyes were on the hunt for you. He quickly found you, seeing that you had made your way to the female members of his family. Feeling at ease, he took a swig of his whiskey and relaxed into the wall.

“Y/n looks nice tonight” Arthur pointed out, his gaze also reaching his sister-in-law.

“That she does” Tommy replied, followed by another swig of his whiskey.

“I’m just waiting for the poor fucker that tries to talk her up to show up” John always enjoyed when other men tried to come onto you because most the time, you’d teach them a lesson yourself.

As if right on cue, a group a men approached the Shelby women. Tommy watched intently as one of them placed himself beside you, a little too close for his liking.

“Look at the sorry fucker standing with Esme, sweating like a pig he is, thinks he’ll work up the courage to talk to her” John laughed. Tommy did notice that the other two men looked nervous whereas the man beside you looked very confident in himself, which did start to worry him slightly. He had no idea what this man might try, and he didn’t like to think about it.

Next thing Tommy knew the cocky bastard placed his hand on the small of your back and Tommy’s entire demeanour switched. Arthur noticed right away as Tommy’s stare changed from normal to dark, his grip on this glass tightening slightly.

“You’re awfully quiet Tom” he points outs cautiously after a short amount of time, Tommy takes another swig of this drink, his eyes never leaving the man’s hand on your back. It was clear that Arthur wasn’t going to get a response.

“No one plots a murder out loud Arthur” John states with a cheeky grin. Tommy has decided he’s had enough, he downs the rest of his drink and starts on his way over to you, his brothers following.

You were about to ask the cocky idiot to remove his damn hand before he lost it but all of a sudden, someone beats you to it. You turn slightly to see Tommy, cigarette hanging loosely between his lips and holding the man’s wrist in a death grip. Tommy just simply stares at the man, his icy orbs dark with rage. The brunette seems to get the hint and tommy drops his wrist.

“I’m really not in the mood for a fight tonight boys, so I’m just going to ask you to get the fuck out and you’re going to do just that, aye?” Tommy states simply, while his hand takes its rightful place on the small of your back. The brunette’s friends quickly scurry off, obviously not wanting to be on the receiving end of Mr Shelby’s rage. The brunette however decided to linger for a second, his gaze moving from Tommy to you. You simply smiled and gave him a small wave, politely telling him to fuck off. He then got the hint and left to join his friends in their retreat. Tommy nodded his head to his brothers, they understood and followed the men, just in case they didn’t follow orders and had to be delt with.

“This is much better” you smiled and leant into Tommy, his hand moving from your back to you hip, holding you against his side as he look a puff of his cigarette.

“Do you reckon we could use checking on Charlie as an excuse to sneak away for a bit” he whispered, smoke filling your senses as it escaped his lips. You knew exactly what he wanted to do, he had to remind himself of the hold he has over you.

“Well, a few people have been asking about when we’re going to start trying for a baby” you smiled, turning in his grasp, resting you hand against his chest.

“We have been trying love” he stated with an amused look.

“Oh, I know, I was just informing you” You smiled innocently.

“Well maybe we should be trying right now instead of wasting time down here” he suggested, lust replacing the rage still lingering in his eyes.

“Lead the way darling” you smiled as he grabbed your hand and practically dragged you out the room, now a very determined man.

[sluttywonwoo]

pretend || j.ww x reader

Summary: reading thirst tweets with your co-star/boyfriend’s best friend makes things a little tense

Warnings: swearing, smut mentions (18+)

Word Count: 1.8k

a/n:  originally posted on my tom holland fic account ( @wazzupmrstark )

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The sound of Mingyu cracking his knuckles next to you sent a shiver down your spine, making you cringe instinctively. You turned to glare at him and leaned away from the noise.

“I hate when you do that!” you groaned.

He smirked. “I know, that’s why I like doing it.”

You looked over at Wonwoo, who was sitting across the room with the crew, and pointed to Gyu. 

“Can you tell your best friend to stop being annoying?”

“Can you tell your girlfriend to stop being dramatic?” Mingyu retaliated.

“I’m not picking sides!” Wonwoo shouted back and held up his hands in surrender.

You let your jaw drop. “I’ll remember that, Jeon.”

“Baby, I-” Wonwoo started to defend himself, but fell silent when the producer got up from her chair and approached you and Mingyu who were sitting behind the camera. 

“Which one of you wants to take this?” she asked, holding up a large insulated jug full of paper strips. 

“I’ll take it,” Mingyu offered and set the cup in his lap. 

“What a gentleman,” you said, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. 

“You’re lucky you’re pretty,” he muttered, “because you’re so fucking annoying.”

“Thank you.”

“It wasn’t a compliment.”

The producer gave you both a sideways look. “Are you guys alright? Should we take a minute before starting?”

“No, we’re fine,” you assured her.

“We don’t actually hate each other,” Mingyu added, “this is just how... we are.”

She didn’t look any less concerned, but nodded anyway. “Okay, well remember what your director said about playing up your chemistry to promote the show. And when we call action just give a quick slate and start reading the tweets.”

She walked back over to her spot next to the cameraman and took a seat before looking over a checklist that had been handed to her and writing some notes on it.

“Nervous?” Mingyu whispered to you as you both waited for your cue.

“A little,” you admitted. “You?”

“I’m a bit on edge,” he concurred. “Mostly because your boyfriend is about to watch me read filthy comments about you on-camera.”

You glanced over at Wonwoo who gave you an encouraging smile and a thumbs-up. “He’ll be fine. How bad can they be?”

From a distance, the producer you had just spoken to called for everyone to be quiet on set and signaled the cameras to start rolling. You perked up and straightened your dress, waiting for Mingyu to take the lead. 

“Hi guys, I’m Kim Mingyu.”

“And I’m y/n y/l/n.”

“You might recognize us from our new Netflix series, Breaking Curfew, where we play opposite each other in what you might call a... complicated romantic relationship.”

“We’re enemies with benefits,” you summarized. “And today we’re here with Buzzfeed to read thirst tweets about each other.”

“Ladies first,” Mingyu said and held the cup out to you.

You closed your eyes and sifted through the strips of paper with one hand, selecting one at random. 

“Okay, this one’s about you. ‘Kim Mingyu has the prettiest eyes’.” You grinned as you watched your co-star’s cheeks turn pink. “He’s totally blushing right now! We haven’t even gotten to the good stuff!”

“Thank you very much to whoever tweeted that,” Mingyu said and cleared his throat. 

“I agree with this person,” you continued, “you do have really pretty eyes.”

“Aw, thank you, y/n.”

“You’re welcome.”

“My turn.” Mingyu closed his eyes and rummaged around the cup before picking one. “‘Someone tell y/n y/l/n that I’m single and I get a discount at Olive Garden if she ever wants to let me take her out on a date’.”

You chuckled. “I do like Olive Garden.”

“She’ll get back to you on that one, mate,” Mingyu said quickly and let the crumpled piece of paper fall to the floor. 

You took that as a sign to move on so you reached into the jug and pulled out another tweet.

“Oh, this one’s about me again. ‘Y/n y/l/n scissor me challenge’.” You clapped a hand over your mouth in shock and thrust the slip of paper towards Mingyu.

“You know what, props for being so bold. What do you think, y/n? Are you going to take them up on the offer?”

“I’ll think about it,” you managed to choke out, sending Mingyu into a laughing fit. You fanned yourself with your hand as you tried to recover and motioned for your co-star to read another one. “Your turn.”

“‘Kim Mingyu and y/n y/l/n are my dream celebrity threesome,’” he read. “What a compliment, don’t you think?”

“Oh, for sure,” you agreed and winked as you held your hand to your ear in a call me motion. 

“These are just getting more and more vulgar, aren’t they?” Mingyu asked. 

“I don’t know that anything can beat the scissoring one,” you pointed out as you fished another tweet from the bucket. “Another one about Mingyu, okay. ‘I wanna suck Kim Mingyu’s soul through his dick then spit it back in his face’.” You blinked at the piece of paper in front of you in shock, scanning back over it to make sure you had read it right the first time. “Jesus... christ.”

Mingyu smirked and nudged your shoulder with his. 

You ignored him and pointed a finger at the camera in disgust. “I cannot believe you made me read this with my own two eyes. I could have lived my entire life without seeing those words in a sentence together!”

“I think that’s the best compliment I’ve ever received,” Mingyu countered, running a thumb along his jawline cockily. 

“No, I have beef with whoever tweeted that now.”

“You’re just jealous that I like this tweet better than the threesome one.”

You sighed. “This interview was a bad idea. Your head is already so god damn big.”

Mingyu opened his mouth to retaliate, but paused like he had thought better of it and took a deep breath to compose himself. 

“Anyway, moving on.”

You watched as he sifted through the tweets and chose one from the bottom, reading it to himself and grinning slightly before reading it aloud. 

“‘Petition for y/n y/l/n to start an OnlyFans because I just know her tits are incredible. I can feel it in my bones’.”

You brought your hands up to your boobs self-consciously and laughed. “I don’t know about that, but thank you.”

“I’ve seen them,” Mingyu added nonchalantly, “and I can confirm that twitter user ‘geminisuns’ is correct.”

“Mingyu!” 

“What? Do you know how many sex scenes we had to shoot? We’ve seen each other naked plenty of times.”

You looked back over to the crew and made eye contact with the producer. “Do you see what I have to deal with?”

“Maybe we should take a quick break,” she suggested and motioned for the cameras to stop rolling. “Get a drink, freshen up and be back here in five.”

“Do you think they’re going to use that part?” Mingyu asked as he followed you over to the water cooler. 

“I don’t know, dude,” you sighed in annoyance, “but great fucking job. The whole world already thinks we’re boning.”

“I don’t know about the whole world.” You glared at him. “Wonwoo knows we’re not.”

Wonwoo. You had nearly forgotten that your boyfriend was there on set with you. You looked around for him, and saw him still sitting in his designated guest chair looking at his phone. You could only imagine what he must be thinking of all of this. You should probably say something to him. 

You told Mingyu that you’d be back and made your way across the room to Wonwoo. Even from a distance you could tell that he was upset. 

His knuckles were pale and his jaw was tight. He didn’t look up at you when you approached him. 

“Sorry this is taking longer than expected,” you said, brushing a stray curl out of his eyes. 

“Don’t worry about it,” he murmured in response, still not looking at you. 

You sighed and draped yourself across him, slinging your arms loosely across his shoulders as you leaned down to see what he was doing on his phone. He was scrolling aimlessly on Instagram, not even liking any of the posts. 

“If you’re bored you can leave,” you said curtly and stood back up. 

“I’m not bored.”

“You’re not even paying attention to the shoot.”

“Trust me, it’s impossible not to. I’ve been trying to tune it out for the past ten minutes with no luck.”

“Why would you not want to pay attention?” you demanded even though the answer was sitting right in front of you. “This is a big deal for me.”

Wonwoo swallowed and finally looked up at you. “I know, baby. It’s just- do you know how hard it is to listen to my best friend talk about doing all of these dirty things to you-”

“He’s my best friend too,” you pointed out in a quiet hiss. “The only reason we’re together is because of him.”

Sometimes you felt the need to remind Wonwoo that you had known Mingyu longer than you had known him. If Gyu hadn’t brought him to set all those times back when you were filming in the fall, you wouldn’t even know about each other’s existence. 

“I know that.”

“You’ve done interviews like this before,” you argued. 

“I know,” he repeated.

“Then why are you being like this?” He didn’t answer, so you kept going. “You know my bare ass has been on tv, right-”

“Don’t,” Wonwoo warned and grabbed your wrist.

You gasped and flexed your fingers gingerly in his grasp, challenging him. “Don’t what?” 

“Y/n,”

“Don’t... act like I want to fuck your best friend?”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “You’re enjoying this.” It wasn’t a question.

“Don’t pretend like I’d rather fulfill those tweets with him instead of you? Give the people what they want?”

You had to bite your tongue before you went any further and said something you might regret. Your words had already had the desired effect. You didn’t even have to look at Wonwoo’s lap to know that he was struggling not to get hard. 

You could see it in his eyes. The arousal that had turned the warm brown into black. The way he was looking at you told you everything you needed to know. You wondered if you would even make it back home before he’d break, if he would pull the car over on the side of the road and take you then and there. 

Your knees were weak at the mere thought of what you were in for later that night. Making Wonwoo jealous was admittedly one of your favorite pastimes, purely for selfish reasons. Possessive sex was arguably the best sex. The teasing, the hair-pulling, the choking, the face-fucking, all hit different when Wonwoo was reminding you who you belonged to. 

Wonwoo released your wrist from his grip and raised his eyebrows expectantly. “Are you finished?”

You shook your head and grinned. “Just getting started.”

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[beladusnotsosecertdiary]

Heyy i saw what you did with the quotes "Ladies do not start fights but they can finish them" with kardia manigoldo elcid sisyphus and regulus. Could you do the same with Rasgado, Dohko, Albafica,Shion and Defetros please ? ^^ I really loved what you did last time! Thank you so much i hope i'm not too demanding, thank you if you do this request! Have a really nice day ^^

I knew someone would want another version. And I am terribly sorry about the late response. Life has been busy lately. Anyway I hope you enjoy this request.

"Ladies do not start fights, but they can finish them!" - Marie from The Aristocats

Fandom: Saint Seiya Lost Canvas

Characters: Rasgado, Dohko, Albafica, Shion, Defetros

Type: Headcannon

Theme: ⬜

Reader Insert: Female

Synopsis: They started it, but you were the one that finished it.

Taurus Rasgado

Our gentle giant gold bull will be worried when he first hears about it.

He is disappointed like a father would be, however the disappointment will wain when what happened is explained to him

"While there were other ways to deal with that guy, I am proud of you for standing up for your friend."

"Does this mean I'm out of punishment?"

"Nope."

"..."

Your punishment is doing all the Orphanage Chores

There is also having to babysit some of the kids

But this doesn't last long, at least two weeks

Libra Dohko

He just got back from Italy when it happened

You got into a fight?

Did you win?

Hype Man PT3

Proud AF

"You showed him. Man, you and Tenma are going to get along just fine."

"Who?"

"My new student."

And that is how you met Tenma

Pisces Albafica

Not the most outspoken person but will voice his worry when he hears

Finding you in the infirmary he asks what happened

"I see. Please next time try to avoid the fight."

"I know. ... Guy should have been lucky I didn't have one of your roses."

"[Y/N]!"

"What?"

"Please don't ever threaten to use my roses. One that's over the top, and two I don't want you to get hurt because of the roses."

"I know, I'm sorry."

"Now come on, let's go find your friend and make sure they're okay."

Ares Shion

You got into a fight?

Why?

Are you okay?

Must you always cause trouble when he isn't looking?

When he gets to the infirmly, he scolds you

But it's all out of worry than disappointment

Afterwards he makes you repair the Cloths with him

Shion ranted to Dohko who came and congratulated you on winning

Our resident Ares was not amused

Gemini Defetros

You better of won or you're finding somewhere else to sleep

Just kidding! He'd be a little disappointed if you lost though

Anyway, the moment he sees a large bruise or black eye he's plotting murder

Despite the fact that you are relatively fine, he's still gonna through hands

He's doing it for you and your friend

Nearly set off Kannon the Volcano whlist doing so

Sisyphus had to step in and scolded both of you

Now the both of you are in trouble

But hey could be worse

[plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms]

Nemesis: Retribution (2)

Summary: 10 years after the Avengers had left you for dead during a mission gone wrong, you unexpectedly re-enter their lives. Wholly unrecognizable from the person they used to know and now with a new team behind you, they ask for your help to stop a chain of syndicates who were manufacturing and peddling the super soldier serum. You were determined to say no until the chance at the vengeance you had been chasing for years was added to the offer.

Fandoms: Avengers, Marvel, MCU, The Punisher, Daredevil

Pairings: Female Reader x (Frank Castle, Billy Russo, Matt Murdock, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Pietro Maximoff)

Warnings: MENTIONS OF SMUT FOR THIS CHAPTER. SHAMELESS SEXUAL BEHAVIOURS. (18+ ONLY), polyamorous relationships, reverse harem, blatant disregard for canon timelines and events, mentions of illnesses, momentary fluff, bit of angst care of Bucky, Punisher canon level of violence and gore, rejection, bullying, heartbreak, character death

A/N: I couldn’t resist not posting this early. Here you go. Next ones will probably take a while coz I have to be an actual adult for a bit. 

No permission is granted to repost, steal, or translate my work. Not even a credit makes it okay. Tumblr is the only place I post my writing. If you see it anywhere else please report it.

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1:2 Dark Chocolate

A few days of rest was required to recover from a super soldier's punch. The doctors had said that you were lucky Steve hadn't punched you with full strength or else you would probably have a whole cracked rib cage. You were anxious to jump back in to training, not used to being idle for very long.

You were given some painkillers at the clinic and ordered to stay there for the rest of the afternoon for monitoring. When you woke up, it was early evening and a blonde super soldier was napping on a steel chair next to your bed. He jumped when you moved to sit up, his heightened senses alarmed and disoriented for a second before he quickly switched to repeatedly apologizing to you. You laughed out loud. It was just a little ridiculous to you to see such a commanding presence in the field so charmingly boyish and adorably embarrassed.

Steve was a comforting presence but to be honest you were hoping to see Bucky. You didn't get a chance to thank him since he left immediately after the doctors had ushered you into the examination room. Once you were cleared to return to training, you caught sight of his long brunette hair and the bright smile on your face couldn't be stopped. It was the glare he pinned you with that made you halt your approach.

He was back to his disapproval of your very existence.

You had to admit that it stung. You thought that you were getting somewhere with him after he helped you. At least somewhere outside of the realm of outward disdain. And maybe you were hoping just a little bit that it could lead down the road to him feeling the same about you.

The timing was perfect when you were assigned to your first official mission with the Avengers. It was a chance to prove your worth to the team and to Bucky in particular. A chance to maybe make him see you as more than just a troublesome recruit.

You came back from the mission with your head held high and absolutely glowing with confidence at the kudos from Sam and Natasha. The great Natasha Romanoff had complimented your sniping skills, picking off enemies in her area even before she could aim her own gun at them.

The first thing you wanted to do after getting back to the Compound was to tell Bucky. You wanted to brag a little bit and maybe even thank him for the mentoring. If he hadn’t been so hard on you then you wouldn’t have pushed yourself to be at this level. You were skipping down the halls of the Compound in search for him, clutching the bullet casing from your first official Avenger kill.

FRIDAY had informed you that he was in the training area and you were bouncing on your feet with excitement. As you entered though the place was empty, the rest of the agents having retired to the mess halls. You ventured further in, trusting FRIDAY’s intel until you heard some noises coming from the adjacent armory. You smiled, he must be cleaning his guns again.

As you got closer, the noise began to get louder until you could make out what was undeniably pleasured moaning, one low and gravelly while the other more high pitched. You should have turned away, if only for the privacy of the couple who was wrapped up in their passion, but your curiosity pushed you to come closer and peak through the small crack in the door.

The brief image that you saw made you instantly draw back, a shaking hand pressed to your mouth to silence the shocked gasp. You backed away slowly, your mind struggling to process what you had just seen, then your flight response kicked in and you ran like hell out of there. The scene was burning a hole in your brain and caused your skin to grow cold. Sergeant Barnes rutting hard against a woman wrapped around his waist, his glinting eyes locked with yours, and a cocky sneer on his face.

You didn’t go to dinner that night or to the team celebration for a successful first mission. You chose instead to lay in your bunk with tears burning in your eyes and trying to erase the memory of your discovery. Of course he was already dating someone. A man of his caliber was sure to have a line-up of gorgeous eager women at his disposal. He probably had no interest in boring recruits like yourself. The woman he was throwing into bliss must be some supermodel or high ranking spy. How did you even end up deluding yourself that you could possibly catch his eye?

The rest of your roommates filtered in after a few hours, chatting away noisily about the party. Anna had come to sit on the edge of your bed and ran a comforting hand along your arm, concern clearly etched on her face.

“I’m fine. Just tired. The mission really wore me out,” you muttered with a small smile. You weren't ready to talk about it yet.

“Personally I think I had better success today than all of you,” Kim’s shrill voice cut through the good natured conversations in the room.

She wasn’t part of the group taken on the mission, claiming beforehand that she was ill. A chorus of curious why’s rang out through the group and she preened at once again being the center of attention.

“Well I just had the fuck of a lifetime from none other than Sergeant James Barnes.”

The room of women burst into chaos; squeals of disbelief, rapid fire questions on how big he was and how good of a lay was he, were they dating now or was this a fuck buddy situation. Of course Kim was more than happy to entertain each question.

You tuned all of it out, the noise turning into an annoying ringing in your ear. You turned around to face the wall as the silent tears that refused to be contained any longer fell to wet your pillow. You barely registered Anna squeezing your shoulder or the words that Kim threw your way.

“Sorry, Y/N. I guess I was just more Bucky’s type.”

You curled yourself into a tighter ball as the pain in your chest radiated across your whole body. You had assumed wrong about Bucky. It seemed that he wasn’t opposed to dating new recruits.

He was just opposed to you.

The taunting from Kim continued on and you just couldn't take it any longer. You brushed the tears away, grabbed your sweater, and marched yourself to the door. You needed to get some air. You needed to get away. Anywhere but there. You wrenched open the door and almost came crashing straight toward a solid chest. Your eyes travelled up to lock with the kind blue gaze of Captain America. You wondered why Steve was standing at the doors of your bunkers holding a pack of beer in his hand.

"Good evening, ladies," he said to the room of now suddenly speechless females. "I'm just going to borrow Y/N for a bit."

The crowd remained in shocked silence while you stared at him in confusion as he smiled sweetly down at you. He had gone looking for you when he didn't see you at the celebration after Natasha and Sam had sang your praises to him at your performance. He wanted to congratulate you and bring you a drink for a job well done.

"Come on. I know a good spot," he said, placing a hand on your back and guiding you out.

Steve brought you to the top of an observatory in the Compound. It was quiet, peaceful, and offered a great view. He cracked open a bottle for you and the conversation just flowed naturally. He kept making you laugh until your sides hurt with stories about his time as a performer in the military and all the unfortunate videos that came with it. You were crying with pure joy when he relented and re-enacted his buy military bonds act, your earlier darkened mood forgotten for the moment.

Steve felt like he did something right when your glassy eyes and defeated expression was replaced with clear amusement. Even if it was at his expense. He wouldn't ask what the reason was, but he felt happy he made you feel better.

"Thank you, Steve," you muttered before you parted ways. Somehow both of you understood that it was more than just for the drink.

You promised yourself then that you would give yourself tonight to weep over your unfortunate romantic feelings. Only for tonight. Come morning you would focus all your energy on what you actually came here to do; become an Avenger. You slept fitfully that night, the shell casing from your first mission still gripped in your hand.

You made a conscious effort after that day to limit your interactions with Bucky and Kim to polite clipped conversations. At first Bucky had been surprised at your change in attitude, your blank expression and sparse words causing a momentary guilt to flash in his eyes. You had chosen instead to spend more time with Steve and the twins, your mood obviously brighter around them.

You were sitting now in a large conference room for a briefing on the next mission with a handful of other recruits when Sam Wilson sent you out to fetch the rest of the Avengers who were running late and not responding.

"Can you get them for me, sweetheart?" he chuckled, knowing that you blushed uncontrollably each time he used a nickname on you.

FRIDAY had directed you to the private common room exclusive for their use. You were about to knock on the door when you heard your name in the middle of what sounded like a heated argument. Against your better judgement, you leaned in closer.

"I don't think Y/N's cut out to be part of this team."

Your heart dropped. The conviction in Bucky's voice was clear. It was one thing for your infatuation with him to be forcefully thrown back at your face, but for him to explicitly state to a set of people that you held at such high esteem that you were not good enough was a whole other vicious heartbreak.

Lily was wrong. This time you should have known when to quit.

You forced yourself to crack the door wider and step inside, clearing your throat to announce your presence. You didn't see the startled look on their faces or the guilty one that followed when they realized that you had heard. One look at your sad glistening eyes that refused to look up confirmed it. Natasha and Steve both threw Bucky a deadly glare.

"Sam wants you all at a briefing. I was sent to come get you."

Your voice was so small and unsteady, none of the easy happiness and optimistic determination that it usually carried. Bucky felt the shame burn through him, the guilt drowning him in an instant. You weren't supposed to hear that. He took a step towards you, instinct driving him to do anything to wipe that defeated look off your face, but a threatening look from the twins pinned him in place.

"We'll walk back with you, little star," Pietro said softly, appearing beside you and wrapping an arm around your shoulder. Wanda came on the other side, looping your arm with hers.

For the rest of the briefing, you strained with the effort of focusing on Sam while blatantly ignoring Bucky. You knew he was staring a hole at the back of your head, but you couldn't allow yourself to give him any satisfaction by looking back. You were soon assigned your tasks, you being placed on sniper duty again having performed well the last time.

It was supposed to be a run of the mill mission for intel and taking out a criminal base, but with the expectation of more hostiles so a slightly bigger team was necessary. You practically flew out of the room when you were dismissed, not giving anyone a chance to talk to you. A decision was solid in your mind now for when you got back.

This would be your last mission.

The ride on the jet to the location was spent with you cleaning your gear and checking your weapons. You were sliding a few knives in place when Bucky came in front of you holding out another set of knives for you to take.

"You know if you tilt the hilt to the left you can fit more in one holster," he said.

It was odd hearing him with almost warmth in his tone toward you. If it had happened yesterday, you probably would be celebrating this fact. You nodded at him, but didn't say a word.

"Remember to keep your head low and stay on your post. Okay, doll?"

You nodded wordlessly again. Because you made a point not to look at his face, you missed the way he was struggling to say more to you and the disheartened look when you obviously weren't going to answer him. You ignored him for the rest of the ride, choosing to focus on reviewing the intel.

As far as bad intel could go, this had to be the worst. You were perched up on a densely covered hill a good distance away from the base that the rest of the team were storming. You were picking off as many hostiles coming out of the base as quick as your hands would allow. Your fingers were starting to ache from the constant reloading, your eyes stung from the gunpowder, and your lip was already bleeding from biting down on it.

The noise in the comms was pure mayhem. Each team member trying to ask for help, for backup, for a plan. You had all come expecting a fight but not an army prepared to defend. You were certainly not expecting HYDRA.

"They have Bucky."

Three words spoken that sent a cold dread to wash over all of you. HYDRA couldn't be allowed to take Bucky. You abandoned your post without a second thought and sprinted down toward the base, pistols at the ready for anyone coming your way.

"Last location," you asked urgently as you slipped into the building shooting down two agents immediately.

"West wing. Near the last corridor," Steve grunted, clearly having a hard time on his end. "Y/N, do not engage!"

"I'm the closest one, Cap."

"I'm close too. Just a little busy," Natasha huffed. "I'll follow, Y/N. Steve, we need to get the hell out of here."

Steve had reluctantly agreed, seeing that there was no other choice. He quickly barked orders and commanded you to keep safe. You nodded although he couldn't see it as you wove through the corridors at full speed in search of your teammate. The moment you barged into that last room, your eyes found an unconscious Bucky immediately.

Seeing him in that chair horrified you; shirt ripped, bleeding in several areas, skin pale and cold with sweat, chest rising and falling far too rapidly, and eyes that were unresponsive. You were so distracted by the jarring image that you failed to notice the operatives across the room until the bullets were burning through your soft flesh.

You screamed from the pain, but raised your gun and fired back until you heard their bodies thud heavily on the floor. You clutched at your side, the amount of wet blood pouring out was alarming. You pushed your own welfare aside and hurriedly undid Bucky's restraints. It was a struggle to sit up a semi-conscious super soldier and when you took his weight on your shoulders, you collapsed to the floor at the intense pain in your arm. You hadn't realized that you had multiple shots there too.

You gritted your teeth and groaned at the effort of lifting you both up, your blood soaking through your gear as well as Bucky's. You huffed painfully with each step but you just had to get him out of there. You could have kissed Natasha square in the mouth when you saw her come barreling towards you.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Y/N!" she winced at your state before taking Bucky's other side. Apparently you looked as bad as you felt. "We gotta move fast. I hear more of them coming up this way. This path is clear."

Having Natasha's help in carrying Bucky alleviated some of the burden from you and made you all move faster, but the blood loss was already starting to make your vision blurry and the adrenaline was wearing off. Through the haze, you could also hear the rapidly approaching footsteps. Soon you would be basically useless and you knew there was no way Natasha could carry you both out while fighting off a hoard of enemies.

"Natasha," you said quietly, your steps faltering.

"No. Keep going goddamn it!" Natasha cried.

She knew what you were thinking. She had assessed the situation too and come to the same miserable conclusion. You smiled sadly at her angry eyes and shaking head as you let go of your hold on Bucky. Her eyes widened further as you limped toward the doors behind you and locked them tight before raising your guns to aim right at anyone who would come through them.

She didn't miss how your hands were shaking and your shot arm could barely hold up, the way you scowled deeper in pain with each movement, or how your uniform was soaked in your own blood and slowly forming a pool at your feet. Ghastly as you looked, you turned your head and tossed her another gentle smile. You were basically going to use yourself as a human shield for them and yet you were comforting her. You were reassuring her.

"Check on my sister for me, yeah?"

Natasha wanted to insist on another plan. Anything other than leave you behind to hold off the nearing enemy units. Shouting and gunfire from the other side of the door forced her to make a decision. She cursed sharply under her breath and dragged Bucky away with her, the regret heavy on her heart for having to leave you behind.

You stepped further back and supported your weak body against the wall after Natasha had thankfully left. The enemy was trying their hardest to barge through the door, ramming into it and shooting their guns at the locks. It wouldn't be long now before they manage to breach it.

You took a moment to spare a thought for your sister. A part of you was saddened to think of her grief after she finds out that you had done the most heroic thing anyone could ever do.

Sacrifice.

Another part of you was relieved knowing that she had Jill and she wouldn't be alone in that grief. When you decided this morning that this would be your last mission, you didn't necessarily expect it to be in this way.

"I'm sorry, Lily."

Natasha managed to get Bucky back to the jet where the rest of the team were all converging, still fighting off operatives chasing after them. There just didn't seem to be any end to them.

"I'm going back for Y/N!" she yelled to the team as she dropped Bucky on the floor of the jet. There was no time to be gentle, she had to hurry back to help you out.

"What do you mean? Where the hell is Y/N, Nat?" Steve shouted as he grabbed her arm.

"She stayed behind to hold off the ones chasing us so we could get out. I have to go back!"

"I will go. I can get her out," Pietro volunteered at once but he doubled over immediately from the extensive wounds on his torso.

Natasha was already sprinting back into the compound, not willing to waste another minute. She made it only a few feet before the entire facility exploded into a fiery inferno that quickly ravaged it and threw her farther back.

The entire team watched in horror as the explosions continued on several parts of the structure. The area was quickly getting engulfed by the flames and smoke. Steve had to force everyone onto the jet and bodily carry a shell shocked Natasha.

No one could have possibly survived that.

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Natasha steadied her breath as she quietly landed on a perch high above in the rafters of a seedy warehouse. Wanda joined her seconds later, weaving her magic to better cloak them. The other twin was running a lap around the perimeter and would join them later.

She was assigned weird missions all the time. Missions that had very little to doubtful intel was common. This mission though was by far the strangest she's ever gotten. There was a very small list of vague things that were told to them; the time and location, not to intervene, to remain unseen until the target was ready, bring the target to the Compound.

She was slightly annoyed, but she complied anyway. She was curious too as the mission was given in secret to only the three of them. A million questions was speeding through her mind as she observed the activity below. It looked like a regular run of the mill drug den filled with busy workers and roving guards.

"How many, Wanda?" Natasha whispered.

"I sense more than 25 of them. All armed, but with much fear."

A gust of wind signaled the return of the other twin. He had a frown on his face and a concerned look in his eyes. "There is another one, but this one does not seem to be with them."

Natasha was starting to sincerely doubt this mission when a fast movement from the shadows caught her eye. By the way the twins perked up too, they surely had seen it. They followed the figure as it slipped through the darkness, almost losing track if they hadn't noticed that the guards were quickly dwindling in number. Natasha was growing worried, this was surely a highly skilled group of assassins. Pietro must have been mistaken. They were clean and efficient too.

All of a sudden a gunfight broke out below them. A figure completely clad in black, strolled casually out from the shadows with a pistol in each hand firing precisely at their targets. They confidently charged closer, unfazed as they greeted the gunfire. They continued to tear viciously through the crowd with a deadly mix of combat, bullets, and blades. 

The workers had drawn their weapons by now as well, but they were quickly killed off with barbaric aggression. It did not take long for the floor below to become a sea of blood and lifeless bodies. One person remained barely alive, hanging on to his middle to keep his internal organs from spilling out from the wide gash. The attacker came to him, nonchalantly stepping over decimated bodies. They couldn't hear what was exchanged from this distance, only the choked scream that followed as he was stabbed straight through the throat. His blood spurting out like a broken faucet.

Natasha had been in this profession for a while, but she has never seen this level of unrestrained violence.

One person.

One single person had cleared out a base of approximately 30 people. Natasha was growing more and more worried. Clearly this person was at the very least an enhanced and even with the twins with her, they were not prepared to face someone powered.

What kind of bloodthirsty lunatic does this?

"You can come down now."

All three of them froze in place. Looking down, the attacker was staring right at them with cloaked eyes. Reluctantly and very slowly, Wanda used her powers to float them down carefully keeping a good distance from this murderer.

From this close they could now see that they were in full military tactical gear in what was originally all matte black, but now had an explosion of dripping red. Combat boots, fitted cargo pants, a long sleeved shirt underneath a tight bulletproof vest, gloves, a loose hood over their head, and a cloth mask around the lower half of their face.

"Should have known something was up when my team mentioned seeing a really fast man."

The shivers that travelled through every expanse of skin on Natasha, was a reaction to that voice. It sounded strangely familiar yet unknown, but something in her mind was denying her from piecing it together. The moment the hood was dropped to reveal their eyes was when she spiraled into a complete icy shock. They were eyes that had haunted her for the past ten years. Haunted all of them. The only difference was that the eyes in her memories were smiling warmly.

The bloodied face mask was lowered to reveal a face they mourned, unmistakable and yet completely different. White raised scars branched out like weaving vines from the right side of the neck to just above the jaw and the ears. They were obviously old and healed but still raised and prominent, adding an even more dangerous edge to the menacing look on their face.

Your face.

"Hello, Natasha. Pietro. Wanda."

10 years after they had watched you tragically perish in a burning HYDRA facility, you stood before three of a group of people you had unknowingly tormented all these years.

The earpiece you wore crackled to life. "Blackbird to Hedwig. I have a visual. Should I shoot them?"

You smirked. There was no need for that. At least not right now.

"Hey, Blackbird. Tell Raven I'll be late for dinner. I have a reunion to get to."

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Oh god please, more cheating and angst (hoodie? Tim? 👀👀👀) Idk u just write it so good and my aching heart feels better oddly because of it. I fuckn love angst djsjsjjdjdjd

Full Moon and Being A Horrible Person

[Masky X F!Reader]

[Warnings: language, physical cheating]

[AN: i love angst too]

The full moon makes us do weird things, it’s been well documented. From the people bouncing off the walls to inducing labor, all the way to making us make questionable decisions, the full moon is to blame, not him.

It was a full moon when he caught the eyes of a woman with dark, sweet chocolate colored eyes. She looked so beautiful under the lights of the bar, yellow illuminating her skin like it was gold.

She’d been flirting with him across the bar the entire night. Wry smiles, tapping her fingernails against the glass, twirling her dark hair and giggling when he caught her eyes and by extension, her attention.

“You know Reader isn’t gonna be happy with your behavior,” Hoodie had lightly chided him before downing more of his beer. “Why don’t you let me take over? I haven’t-”

“No,” Tim laughed, pushing at his best friend’s shoulder. “It’s harmless flirting,” he finished, watching Hoodie’s expression from the corner of his eye.

“If Reader was doing this, would you consider it harmless flirting?”

Kate excused herself from her conversation with one of the ladies from the booth behind the table she and her group shared, then turned her attention to her group leader. “He has a point,” she said, grinning when Hoodie leaned over the table to high-five her.

Tim rolled his eyes and began to lazily swish his drink. “It’s nothing, I promise.”

“You mean to say you haven’t emptied your balls in a few weeks and you’re desperate,” Hoodie deadpans, breaking his blank expression when Kate loudly laughs.

“Again, he has a point,” Kate smirked. “C’mon, let Hoodie or Toby take this one. Neither of them are in relationships and are less likely to get attached.”

Tim raises a brow at Kate. “Attached? What does that mean?”

Hoodie shares a look with the woman across from him who nods at him to explain what exactly she means. “She uh,” Hoodie awkwardly sips at his beer before biting the bullet completely. “C’mon man, you have an addictive personality. Pills, cigarettes, Reader…” He trails off before Tim hisses and punches Hoodie’s shoulder, roughly. Hoodie only barks a laugh and raises his hand up in submission. “I’m right, I’m always right!” He manages to choke out through remaining giggles.

“Can we just drop it for now?” Tim growls.

Kate rolls her eyes and then pulls a face to Hoodie, who stifles his laughter just barely before she turns back to her conversation with the ladies from the booth behind her. She’s up and out of her seat following a group of them to the other side of the bar, giggling and laughing as a woman with short pink hair holds her hand and weaves her through the crowds.

Hoodie feigns innocence before standing up. “I’m gonna find Tobes, who knows what he’s doing. Tearing up the dance floor, maybe?”

Tim watches as his best friend shuffles out from his seat, beer still in hand as he disappears into the sea of people. He sighs and crosses his arms over his chest. His dark eyes scan the bustling room full of bright, rainbow colored strobe lights and too loud music only to catch a glimpse of the full moon outside. It’s tinged pink, and seems to blossom the longer he looks at it. Due to where they’re currently at in the city, he can’t see the stars - much too much light pollution. A sigh is about to escape his lips when he feels a hand brushing over his, pulling him from the light of the full moon and onto the woman he’d been flirting quietly with all night.

“Never thought I’d get you alone,” she says, voice sweet like honey and smoother than silk.

Tim thinks about his words, his group’s chiding before mentally shrugging off all responsibilities. “I know, right?” He replies, voice low and deep, something charming and sweet.

She grins like the Cheshire Cat before playfully biting her lip. “I’m just passing through here,” she begins, “maybe we could… Have a few more drinks then head back to my hotel room?”

Tim feels a slight blush come to his cheeks before swallowing it back down. He smirks, leaning into her presence. “I’d love nothing more.”

The two of them knock back a few more drinks, the woman mostly choosing fruity things and Tim sticking to whiskey. Their touches become more and more bold, and their words more lusty and obscene by the moment. He has her sit on his lap and he whispers all the nasty things he wants to do to her and she gobbles it up, giggles and soft licks to the shell of his ear driving him up a wall.

And then, he follows her to her hotel. It’s a tangle of lips smashing against lips, hearts beating in sync and hands grabbing in the most inappropriate of places. Her clothes lie on the floor before getting covered up by his, her body following in suit.

Tim takes her. He drinks her in full and has her seeing the stars that were once only gazed upon by you. He touches her in ways you’ve never been touched and allows her to touch him in ways he’d always claimed were ‘too much’ for him.

When the deed is done, he’s cuddling her much like he would cuddle you, cigarette in his mouth and bliss on his face.

Tim stayed the night.

The next morning, he’s so groggy that he doesn’t even realize he’s still got her lipstick stains on his skin. He gets back in his car (failing to realize his group had to either walk back to the temp or hitch with someone else), and heads back to the only true home he’d ever considered.

It’s a few hours to your place, but he makes it, and that’s all that matters. Your car isn’t in the driveway, so he lets himself in. A quiet stumble to the bathroom and he sees he looks like a mess. The weight of what he did to you begins to sink in.

Tim turns the shower on and strips off his clothing - the clothes still linger with her perfume before he hops in and begins to furiously scrub at his skin. Tears well in his eyes. How could he do that to you? What kind of common sense was he lacking in that moment?

He continues to scrub, slowly coming to the realization that he’s going to do whatever it takes to hide this from you - you can never know. It was the light of the full moon, people always act crazy when the moon is in that phase, and he was drunk, like really drunk.

Excuses, excuses.

The water stops right when he hears the front door open. He hears your voice. You’re greeting him sweetly, like you always do.

He takes in a deep breath. You can never know.

It was only inevitable that you’d find out, though he’s surprised you went as long as you did without knowing. Tim hid it from you for months, and he probably could’ve kept it longer if he didn’t come with you to Target when you asked. You’d always been a fan of late night store runs, and he hadn’t gone on one with you in a while… What harm could it possibly do?

A lot. A lot of harm that surfaced the truth.

“I should’ve cuffed you when I had a chance!” The woman giggled as she came up beside you as you looked at the early Halloween decorations.

You raised a brow. “Excuse me?” You looked over to your boyfriend, whose face had gone pale. “I think you have the wrong…”

“You’re a lucky girl, y’know that?” She continued, brushing off your words. “He took me to the moon.” Her voice was so sultry and decadent. “Hope he takes you to the moon as well,” she says, her fingers trailing Tim’s arm.

He pulls away from her. “W...Who are you?” He says, attempting to sound confused.

The woman pulls a face before looking in between the two of you, her dark eyes glancing and putting together the pieces. Instead of being embarrassed or ashamed, she chuckles and begins to take off again. “I did you a favor, honey,” she calls over her shoulder, hips swaying as she turns down another aisle.

You don’t want to admit it, but now you know why Tim’s been so weird lately and nicer than usual. Sure, Tim is a sweet guy, but his behavior the past few months has been OVERLY nice, and now you know why. “What was that?” You ask, eyes narrowing and tears welling.

“Nothing, let’s just pay and get out-”

“I wanna go home.”

Tim moves to rest his hand on your shoulder, but you recoil as if you’d been burned.

A huge argument ensued when the two of you got back into the car, lots of harsh words were traded. He tried reasoning with you, he tried telling you how much he loved you, he tried everything in his power but he’d ruined a good thing.

You ended up pulling over on the side of the road, slamming the breaks, tears in your eyes and turned to him. “Give me the key to my house.”

“What? No-”

“Give. Me. The. Key. Tim,” you hiss, punctuating every word with stronger venom. You held your hand out.

Tim sighs deeply and reaches into his pocket, pinching the bridge of his nose as you harshly snatch the key from his awaiting hand. “It’s not like that, you know I love you-”

“Is that what you’re calling it? Cheating on me and then lying about it for months?” You rhetorically ask, growling and seething further and further. You feel rage wracking your system as it exhausts you further and further. You can’t bring yourself to look into his eyes, because if you do, you’ll melt.

“I’m telling you, it was to protect you,” he attempts again. “Let’s just, let’s just go home and-”

“Get the fuck out of my car,” you say, drawing in every remaining and residual strength you have as hot tears scald your cheeks.

“You don’t mean that-”

“I do.”

“Reader, baby please-”

“Get the fuck out of my car,” you repeat. You squeeze your eyes shut, shake your head and then turn back to the road. “Do it before I do something stupid.”

Tim feels his heart shatter, cracking on impact as it falls deeper and deeper. He shakily runs his fingers through his hair before sliding out of your car, slamming the door shut and watches as you drive off and out of his life. He wants to scream, or cry, maybe both at the same time? He’s not entirely sure yet. He just knows his world is crashing down and there’s nothing he can do about it.

He betrayed your trust and broke your heart all for one singular night of passion.

The emotionally distraught man looks up at the moon, finding no solace that it’s full again.

[jaehyunzzmilk]

dinasty (part 2)

pairing: prince jaehyun x concubine reader

word count: 3.4 k

genre: Historical Mafia AU, smut, light angst

summary: after the perfect escape, you have to find a way to fit in your new life, leaving the past behind may seem easy when you're working for 4 princes and one of them is interested in you, right?

notes: hello again, part 2 is up and we have a new love triangle, thank you for liking the first part so much, and prepare for even more surprises

this doesn't have any relation to real facts and history, it's just pure fiction for entertainment purposes

warnings: violence, blood, cheating, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving)

main characters: jaehyun (prince), yuta (samurai, villain), ten (thai mafia, villain), kun (China's emperor warrior)

Reality - Part 2

Part 1 here

"- Nice tattoo!" the man says.

It was dark and his face was only visible through the moonlight.

You freeze, the man stays still looking at you like you were his prey.

You try to cover your body but your only reaction is to grab your stuff and run, praying he wasn't gonna come after you.

Arriving at your room, breathing heavily you try to think about what just happened. A guy like that had to be a prince or someone really important. Ms. Lee told you to be lowkey and on the first day you let a man see you naked in the bath area. "Whatever" You were just too tired to think, you didn't do anything wrong anyway, so you were gonna pretend that it didn't happen. The Korean Palace was gonna punish you for going to the wrong bath?

Suddenly you realize Kun's necklace isn't with you. "Fuck, I must have dropped there" but now it's too risky to come back and look for it so you decide to do that tomorrow. You lay down on your mattress and try to fall asleep.

-

Next morning Ms. Lee showed you the rest of the Palace, the kitchen and assigned your tasks. It was a lot of work and details, each of their meals had to be perfectly planned. They had someone even to taste the food before them so they know it's not poisoned.

"- I'm gonna be responsible for the King's meal and you're gonna be responsible for the four prince's meals."

-Four?

"- Yes, Taeil, Doyoung, Johnny and Jaehyun. Now you should prepare their tea, they always drink green tea in the morning."

While preparing the tea you wonder which one you saw at the bathing area and if you should tell Ms. Lee what happened yesterday.

You're walking with the trays to the dining place when you try to talk to her.

-Ms. Lee!

-"Yes"

-So yesterday...

You realize you still don't know much about Ms. Lee and even if Kun trusts her, you don't. Also you can't help but think that serving tea was much better than your life at the concubine's house, so you try quickly to think of something else to say.

-Well, yesterday… Before I met you… this man helped me at the harbor, he was wearing black clothes and had a samurai sword.

-"Stay away from him!" She turns at you. "They are dangerous, they will kill everything and everyone on their way, people you don't want to mess up with."

By Yuta's facial expression when you mentioned Ms. Lee's name you weren't surprised she said those words, you wonder why but she wasn't gonna be the one to give you the answers. Otherwise, you still weren't afraid of him, he was gonna be the last of your problems here.

-"Now let's get in there, first you bow and then you serve them the way I showed you, don't look at them in the eye and don't say anything." She says.

In silence, you enter the dining room along with the other servants behind you bringing the food plates and you stop in front of the tables on the floor where all the princes are. There are two on each side, the two oldest and the youngest, all of them are sitting on cushions, they all have long hair and are wearing beautiful hanboks.

-"Your highness, may I introduce you to your new servant 'y/n', she is my niece and she is gonna work with me in the kitchen from now on." Ms. Lee said while you bowed, you were still too nervous to look up and look at them. "Now, may we start with the tea." Ms. Lee turns to you and signs that you can go and serve them.

Holding the teapot you go to the first prince, the oldest, Taeil, he is very handsome, with his light brown hair, face delicate and mature at the same time. Slowly you pour the tea into the cup by his left, he doesn't do anything, just stays still looking down and you wonder if you did something wrong. On his right it's Doyoung, after you pour the tea he gives you a small nod which makes you feel calmer. He is also very handsome, shiny black long hair, perfect posture, he sure looks like a prince. On the other side, Johnny, you can feel he is looking at you, the first to say "thank you" after you pour the tea. His face is gorgeous, even if he is sitting down you can feel how tall and strong he is. And then, Jaehyun, the man from the bath. You freeze when he looks directly at your eyes, you try to stay calm and pour the tea but can't help but shake a little bit. He is the definition of perfection, he had perfect skin, perfect face, everything about him.

Jaehyun keeps staring at you even when you stand up and comes back to Ms. Lee side.

-"Seems like someone likes our new servant!" Johnny says laughing. The other boys look at him but Jaehyun remains silent and serious, still looking at you.

They give the first sip to their tea. Taeil stops and smells the cup.

-"Did someone… put ginger on the tea?" He asks.

Ms. Lee turns at you with her eyes wide open.

-"Did you put ginger when you were making the tea?" She says in a low voice. - Yes, that's how we usually drink it in China, I'm so sorry.

-"Don't..." Taeil says taking another sip "- From now on keep in that way". You see Jaehyun smirking with the corner of your eyes.

Your whole body relaxed, you felt like you were going to faint. Ms. Lee bows and tells them to excuse both of you. As soon as you enter the kitchen's door she grabs your arm.

-"You have no idea how lucky you were this time young lady, Taeil is the most picky to all the food we make, when he started speaking I thought I was gonna have a heart attack"

-Me too! But I'm so sorry, I swear I'm not doing anything again without asking you first.

-"Good! Now get back to work"

-

Later after you finish your schedule you come back to the bath area to look for Kun's necklace. You look everywhere but it's nowhere to be found.

-"Looking for this?" Jaehyun stops behind you holding your necklace.

You turn around and he comes closer to you.

-"I asked if you're looking for this?" Now he is inches from you.

-Ye- yes!

Jaehyun walks behind you and gently moves your hair to the side, putting the necklace on you.

-"Does that belong to your boyfriend?" He is so close it's almost he's whispering in your ears. You get goosebumps.

-Excuse me?

He smirks and comes back to look you in the eyes.

-"I fought in the war 2 years ago, I remember those from the chinese soldiers." He tilts his head to the side and looks at you from head to toe. "Or you did?"

-A prince fighting at the war?

-"And a very bloody one but yes... it would be a shame being a prince and let your people alone bring victory to your country"

-It does… belong to my boyfriend.

You hold your necklace in your chest.

-"And where is your precious boyfriend when a pretty face like you is talking to the enemy in another country?"

-It's complicated!

-"I have time!"

-Why? Do you want the full story to snitch on me?

-"Sweetie if I wanted to snitch you out I would have already!"

He was right.

-You wouldn't believe if I told you anyway!

-"Try me, I've seen it all"

You both sit on a stone beside the water.

-Well, when I was 9 my family was struggling, we didn't have food, money, anything… so my father sold me and my sister to a concubine's house. She went to a different house than mine so I never saw her again actually. But anyway after years of being a slave in all forms to that house I fell in love, to someone from the thai mafia, of course things got out of control, I was so dumb. When I tried to run away he found out and did this tattoo on me, I was in so much pain because I fell off the roof trying to run away that I didn't even felt the pain of the needle, I just stayed there, still. Then I met Kun, I fell in love again, he helped me to escape, and it worked.

-"And I assume that story of being Ms. Lee's niece is all lies."

-Yes! She helped to raise Kun and met his mother so it's the only reason she's doing this until he arrives.

-"Oh so he's coming."

-He works for the Emperor and he said they would kill both of us if he ran away, so he is gonna wait a little bit and ask to retire, he wants to do it the right way, then he'll join me.

-"If you allow me to say this but… I would never have let you to come alone, sometimes you don't have to do it the right way" He gets up and walks to the exit of the bath. "But I'm glad he did and we could meet"

You give a small smile with the corner of your lips.

-"Oh and by the way..." He turns at you. "The staff's bath area is on that way." He points to his left.

-I know now. Thanks.

He smiles and leaves.

-

Weeks passed and you were getting used to your new life. You were doing your job right, even making some different dishes from your hometown to the princes. Meanwhile you unexpectedly started spending time with Jaehyun. Since your conversation at the bath, you both got closer in a natural way. On every free time you had you spent time together, you mostly liked to walk on the garden because it was more private, he told you about his childhood, how he had to give up on so many things to be who the kings expected him to be, how he felt like he was on a prison his whole life and how he found joy on learning how to fight because it was the only way he had to express himself and not follow the rules. You were surprised at how wholesome he was, he made questions about your life in a way that you know he wasn't being just pity, he was interested in how other realities exist outside the Palace.

One afternoon Ms. Lee asked you to go to the flea market to buy fruit for the dinner's banquet. You went alone since now you were familiar with that.

Because of the summer there were a lot of different kinds of fruits on sale. You bought peaches because you knew Jaehyun likes it. After buying everything you needed you see some crowd gathering between the market, you approached them and notice some weird men you've never seen before. They were thieves. They were on their horses, destroying the sellers' stands, pushing everyone in their way, they even tried to put a food stand on fire. You saw a little kid who got lost from their parents and was crying right in the middle of the path where the thieves were. You run in his direction and catch him, putting him safely to the side of the road, when one of the men slaps your face "Get out of the way slut!"

The slap was hard so you fell on the ground when suddenly you see another group of men coming that way, they all had black clothes and katanas. The samurais. They were so fast, they fought the thieves in a blink of an eye. There are people running and dust everywhere, you feel a hand on you. "Let's get you out of here" you recognize the voice, Yuta holds you and takes you to a safe place.

-"Why every time I see you, you're in trouble? Didn't I tell you to not walk around alone?"

-I was just buying stuff at the market when they came out of nowhere.

-"You're bleeding, let me see your lips" Yuta takes the fabric that was covering his mouth and carefully wipes the blood on your lips.

-"You're gonna need ice if you don't want to get bruises..."

-Don't worry, I've had worse wounds! - You laugh.

-"You didn't tell me where you came from"

-You didn't either, and why are you doing this? Helping me when you told me to stay away?

-"Well you should!"

-I'm not afraid of you.

Yuta looks at you, his mysterious gaze turns into vulnerability.

-So, I will tell you my story if you tell me yours! - You say.

-"Years ago the king had a deal with Osaka’s emperor, since he traveled there and they proposed to do an alliance and protect each nation together, but when the war happened and the emperor asked for the samurais to fight on their side here in Korea. We came and it was all a trap, a lot of us died, the emperor stole our ships and made all his people be afraid of us spreading lies, that we were dangerous. Since we couldn’t come back home we settled ourselves here, but the funny thing is every time the small villages are in danger, like what you saw today, it’s us who come first to help them. You asked me why I saved you, where I came from, we take care of everyone, no matter what."

-I'm sorry!

-"Now your turn, what’s your dark pass?"

-Apparently like you I was also a victim of the war in my country, but other than having a sword and fighting I was just a concubine trapped in a house for so many years, let’s say I just involved myself with the wrong people and ran away.

-"It’s called a katana… the sword. And maybe I can teach you how to fight." He smiles.

-Me?

He gives you the sword.

-It's much lighter than I thought.

-"Careful, it's lighter but the blade is gonna be the sharpest of all swords. Here... You must hold like this!" He took your hands and taught you how to hold the sword, carefully he showed you some self defense moves.

-"Now if someone ever tries to slap your face again, you do this..." Yuta grabs your wrists and pins you agains't a tree, you can't move obviously, he is so close to you and you feel the sexual tension building.

-"Get away from her!" You hear a familiar voice screaming. It's Jaehyun.

Jaehyun gets off his horse, he was mad, you never saw him like that. You jump in front of Yuta.

-No wait! He saved my life! - You scream.

-"What? Y/n do you know who he is? He is a murderer." Jaehyun looks at you.

-"If you arrived 10 minutes earlier you could have joined us but the little prince was busy at his Palace right?" Yuta provokes him.

-"That's enough!" Jaehyun comes closer but Yuta doesn't even flinch.

-Please Jaehyun, let's go!

You grab his arm and take him away from Yuta.

- "This doesn't end here bastard!" - Jaehyun spits at Yuta's direction.

-

You come back to the Palace with Jaehyun and he takes you to the bath area.

He is sweating, you could see his veins popping because of how mad he was.

- Jaehyun please, everything is alright, you need to calm down!

- "No it's not, look at you, you're hurt" he grabs your face and touches your lip with his thumb.

- It's ok now, I was at the market when some thieves arrived, I was protecting a little kid who was gonna get hit by their horses, they got mad because I was in the way but I swear it was nothing and Yuta helped me and everyone in there!

- "What? How do you know his name?"

- When I arrived from China he saw me at the harbor, I was so weak from the trip he helped me and even took me to Ms. Lee! I don't care about your old family issues, he helped me and that's all.

- "I'm sorry I'm just… the Palace guards heard the thieves were at the market and when I knew you were there I got my horse and went after you, I just couldn't let anything bad happen to you y/n!"

He grabs your face with both of his hands and kisses you. You try to push him but still can't open your eyes and break the kiss completely "Jaehyun we shouldn't..."

- "If you don't want it then tell me to stop" your heart is beating so fast, you swallow hard and look up at Jaehyun, "I know I'm not the only one feeling this" He says kissing you hard again.

He is right. "Touch me" you say, grabbing his hands and placing them on your breasts. When he is caressing his hands on your breast he removes your necklace, dropping it on the ground. He unties your dress and slides the fabric until your lower body, he is on his knees in front of you and he passes his hands on the back of your thighs until your butt and kisses your thighs slowly. He keeps eye contact with you and licks your clit, you moan and grabs his hair in response to his tongue going faster.

In your head it felt so wrong because you were in love with Kun, but Jaehyun made you feel so needy, mind and body.

Jaehyun gives a hard lick on your clit and makes his way up to your stomach leaving a tray of kisses until your breasts, he sucks one nipple while his other hand and flicks the other one. He gets up and kisses you, the kiss was so wet, for a moment you forget that anything else exists while he kisses you hard, licking and sucking your bottom lip. He takes off his clothes, his hard dick slaps on his toned abs, pre cum leaking over his tip. Jaehyun lifts you up "Let's go inside" taking you to one of the hot tubs.

When you felt the heat of the water on your body, the feeling of pleasure and lust took over you, Jaehyun pulled you down onto his lap and gave you another kiss, you wrapped your arms around his neck when you feel his tip on your core. "Oh my god" you scream while his hands holding your waist puts you down until his whole length was inside of you. The feeling was so different, you got a harder friction because of the water and you start moving up and down to get used to his size. Jaehyun's shoulders and biceps tense while his cock is stretching you out. You bounce on him screaming in pleasure, body trembling as he helps you to move faster.

He was pushing all the way into you, hitting your g-spot. You arch your back and moan his name, clenching every time he enters you. You're almost out of breath when he sucks your neck and presses his thumb against your clit. "Jae, I'm gonna..." you can see he is close as well as he sucks your neck even harder and moves his finger faster. You scream when you feel your orgasm, your arching pussy made his cock tighter while he couldn't hold it anymore and released into you as well.

You both stay in the water for a bit recovering from the climax, he pulls you to his chest and you close your eyes.

-Am I dreaming?

-"I think the reality right now is better than your dreams."

"Reality" you thought, back at your own senses you couldn't help but be disappointed at yourself. Because of you Kun was risking his own life to help you to run away and now you're with the prince of the place he arranged you to work for. Maybe you were just a filthy concubine, maybe you deserved everything they did to you, even your tattoo. You roll your body and rest your head at the border of the hot tub, a tear coming out of your eye.

-

Part 3 coming soon

[nightwishesworld]

Life of Death

You’re gonna need tissues for this one folks! A huge thank you to @addictedtodinosaurs for allowing me to write this wonderful headcannon! Hope you guys enjoy!

Warning: Angst. Whole lot of angst 

It hasn’t even been a day since Alcina’s world collapsed. Ethan Winters managed to flee Castle Dimitrescu with his life and topple the hierarchy Mother Miranda worked so hard to achieve. Everyone is gone; Angie, Moreau's house, Mother Miranda, even her baby brother Karl. They never stood a chance after the fall of the great Mother Miranda. Without her protection, they were left helpless. Of course, Ethan only saw them all as monsters; filthy bloodthirsty creatures that needed to be slain. That’s all anyone ever saw them as. They’re different so that must mean they’re wrong. They’re abnormally different from anything I’d ever seen so that automatically means they’re evil.

But they’re still a family. Lucky for Alcina, she never let herself depend on anyone other than herself. Well, except for her daughters.

She was wandering around the ruins of the castle in search of them. They were nowhere to be found since Ethan escaped. It was a grueling task but obviously, one that needed to be done. They need their mother’s tender love and care to nurse them back to health.

Cassandra was the first to be found. Naturally, she was found within the comfort of her basement. Where else would that silly girl be hiding? Just like Daniela, her bleeding seemed to have majorly stopped on its own. So all that was left for Alcina to do was bathe her and bandage her wounds. Alcina carried her upstairs to her bedroom slowly and carefully to not make her feel any sicker to her stomach. From there she bathed her and wrapped whatever wounds she had in delicate cloth before putting her to rest in her bed. Alcina tousled her wet hair before leaving in search of the rest of her brood.

Daniela was the easiest to find. She was left lying face down in the parlor soaked in a pool of her own blood. Her body was riddled with bullet holes to the point where her abdomen resembled Swiss Cheese. Alcina was quick to scoop her up and bring her upstairs to tend to her wounds. Until she got Daniela in the bath she used the ends of her dress to put pressure on her abdomen. Just like Cassandra, her bleeding seemed to have majorly stopped on its own. So all that was left for Alcina to do was bathe her and bandage her wounds.

Picking each individual bullet out of her body was an uphill battle, but Alcina was the eventual victor. Even better, she managed to not disturb her youngest’s slumber as she patched her up. Daniela was now free to rest as much as she needed in the sanctuary of her mother’s bed.

“What a mess we’re left with, hm? Don’t you worry about a thing my little Tasmanian Devil, Mother’s here now. I’ll protect you.”

The girls remained motionless as Alcina tucked Daniela in next to her sister.

Alcina watched as her little bundles of joy rested comfortably under the warm blankets and plush pillows. They look so sweet and at peace. It was rare for the matriarch to see them like this, but it always brought a smile to her face.

“You just rest now, my lovelies. I’m going to go find your sister so she can rest easy as well.” Alcina bends down and kisses each daughter on the forehead. “I’ll be right back.”

It took a few hours of searching to find her eldest daughter. Doing countless laps around the castle finally brought Alcina to explore the labyrinth of hidden passageways. There were a few times when said passageways brought her right back up to her bedroom. She wasn’t complaining too much though. Every time it happened she simply checked on her girls and reminded them how much she loves them.

Bela was by far the hardest to find. The sounds of scurrying behind a row of bookcases alerted Alcina to her presence. Following a single passageway eventually led Alcina to find the blonde buried from the chest down in rubble. The tunnel had collapsed from then on.

Alcina made quick work of removing the rock and rubble from her daughter's body. Rats fled back into their holes as she did so. The eldest Dimitrescu never moved even an inch. It took a while, but Alcina did manage to get her out in one piece. She whispered promises of a warm bath and offered to deep clean the dirt and dust out of her hair.

Bela couldn’t respond but Alcina knew she heard her. She could still sense her. She could sense all of them. They’re just weak, that’s all. They need as much rest as they can get.

It’s late evening by the time all three girls are bathed and tucked into bed. They were dressed in clean clothes and had their bandages changed again before Alcina crawled carefully into bed with them. She made sure to be extra careful when nudging them out of the way so she was in the middle; Bela on one side and Cassandra and Daniela on the other. Her arms wrapped around them all snugly.

It reminds Alcina of all the times the girls would burst into her room when they were little during a thunderstorm. All four of them would cuddle up just like this under the covers and either sing to them or read them a story.

“Tomorrow is a new day, my loves. We will start anew and we’ll be stronger than ever. I hope you sleep peacefully.”

The next morning comes slowly for Alcina. It’s quiet for once as the girls aren’t awake to cause mischief. Aching in her back and arms keeps her from stretching out. She smiled when she feels the girls are still snuggled up close to her.

“Good morning my darlings,” she says with a yawn. “How are we feeling today?”

Alcina kisses each daughter on the cheek and chooses not to notice how much more pale they were this morning. And certainly doesn’t recognize how stiff they were. She simply chalks it up to sleeping uncomfortably. After all, even she woke up with an aching back. Her arms wrapped around them must have really bothered them.

“It’s alright, girls. Take all the time you need to recover. You’ve been through quite the ordeal and need as much rest as you can get. I understand that. Mommy will be waiting for you right here to wake up. I’ll be the first thing you see when you open your bleary little eyes.”

The family lounged for the better half of the morning. Alcina takes her time stroking the hair of each of her girls’ hair and whispers words of comfort to them. “You’re so brave, my loves. And so strong; stronger than Mommy could ever hope to be.”

She notices a rather putrid smell coming from Daniela. One not caused by uncleanliness or a rotten meal, but something else entirely. Her immediate response is to change her bandages again, but can’t help but notice how pale Daniela had become overnight. Her lips were turning a shade of blue and the rest of her skin looked sickly. So did Cassandra and Daniela. Perhaps this is worse than simply recovering from injuries? Maybe....maybe they really were-

Alcina shook her head. They’ll wake up. Of course, they’ll wake up! They just need to rest extra long before they can really start to recover. So what if they get worse before they get better? At the end of the day, all that matters is that they do wake up. Then it’s smooth sailing from there.

The silence is suffocating. She feels the chill in her blood, coldness bringing the synapses of her brain to a standstill. Part of it is a pain, but one Alcina can endure. One she has to endure; for the sake of her daughters.

While she waited, Alcina called for a maid, the only one left, to fetch some documents from her private study that needed her attention.

They didn’t actually need her attention, of course. With the demise of Mother Miranda, the document's importance was nullified. But Alcina Dimitrescu is not the type of person to just sit around and do nothing. Especially when there are so many important things to do.

As soon as the maid steps into the room she understands what’s happening. She went through something strikingly similar when she had her miscarriage some years ago. Reality is a cruel plane of existence. Especially when you lose someone you loved suffering it with. It’s plain to see that her mistress is grieving her losses and she doesn’t have the heart to break whatever fantasies Lady Dimitrescu has built-in her head.

Instead, she chooses to play along. Delusional or not this was still Lady Dimitrescu, the woman will kill her if she tells her anything other than what she wants to hear. She gives a kind smile and curtsy to her Mistress and simply dies as she’s asked.

“Shall I fetch you some wine, My Lady?”

Alcina thought about it for a moment. It has been over 24 hours since she last fed and she was certainly craving sustenance. But ultimately decides against it in favor of her daughters.

“No. Keep what we have left safe for when my daughters wake. They’ll need their strength more than I’ll need mine.”

The maid waits a minute before trying again. She looks over at the girls still laying in bed. It’s obvious they are no longer there. She could smell the evidence of that from across the room.

“Very well, Lady Dimitrescu. I could send up a platter of-“

“Enough,” Alcina shouts but quickly catches herself from continuing. The girls don’t need to be disturbed by such a trivial matter. “Go make yourself useful and clean my daughters’ rooms. They’ll want them spotless when they wake up.”

The maid simply bows her head. “Of course, my Lady. Please forgive me.”

The next two weeks went on like this before the maid had enough. She wanted to help her mistress, she truly did, but there was nothing left for her here anymore. The last scraps of human food were officially gone and there was no reason to trek down to the village and come all the way back when she could just as easily take up residence down there. It was a gut-wrenching decision but it had to be done. She tried her best for Lady Dimitrescu and that’s all that mattered.

She slipped away in the dead of night. Normally the Lady would have any escapees hunted down and dragged back up to the castle only to be thrown in the basement. But there was no one to do that anymore. Heisenberg and his pack of lycans had perished long ago, even before the Lady’s daughters, and the Lady was too drained of emotions to care. Too weak to chase after her.

Alcina’s daughters are her everything. Every day she lived for them. She lived because of them.

Alcina took great pride in her tall stature. She is the image of beauty and elegance. The only real flaw in her design is its role in hunting down prey. You’d have to be blind or stupid to not see her coming after you. Even with her much larger strides, she wouldn’t be able to keep up. And Alcina Dimitrescu does not run. Prey is not worth running for.

So she depends on her daughters to hunt for her. They’re much more suited for the job; so young, and clever, and agile. They are her cubs and her, their lioness, too old to keep up with the hunting party.

Alcina looks at her girls and sees them as they truly are; dead. Lifeless corpses. Their bodies are decaying and cold. She has been changing the bed sheets every morning to keep away the maggots but failed to stop all of them. The smell of death is noxious even with all the windows open because Bela said she wanted to feel the crisp winter breeze.

“My girls,” Alcina sobs. “What have I done to you?”

She collapses at their bedside and finally allows herself to break down.

But looking up at them she still feels them. She can still feel their arms wrap around her shoulders as she cries. The smell of paint is still on Cassandra’s cloak and Daniela was sitting on the floor right next to her. The short ends of red hair tickled Alcina’s cheek. If they were truly gone, how is it she can still feel Bela kiss the top of her head and wrap her arms around her neck in an embrace?

“I never should have done this. How can I be so selfish? I never should have turned you to suffer as I have.” A new wave of tears blurred her vision. “What kind of mother am I?”

She knows she doesn’t have long now. How can she bring herself to care? Everyone she ever cared about was already gone. What’s the point of trying to survive without her dearest family, especially when she’s so close to being reunited. Alcina wiggles her way back under the covers and pulls her daughters close once more. She’s crying in earnest now, happy that her pain is almost over. Even now she can see her daughters playing together, maybe even with Uncle Karl somewhere in the far off distance.

A smile spreads to Alcina’s lips as she closes her eyes and simply waits for her turn to join in on the fun.

[kkusuka]

The HQ boys try to make the reader blush cause they don’t see it often but y/n is a flirty libra and doesn’t blush that easy. I think this would be so funny, like they all cockily flirt with her and she just flirts right back -✨puppy🤩

Flirting with them <3 

with: atsumu, oikawa, terushima, kuroo and suna

it’s fluff, soooooo :)

(you didn’t specify so i’m just gonna do all the flirts lol)

(head cannons too because why not, with a splash of drabble because why not 2x)

𝙰𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚞  𝚖𝚒𝚢𝚊

he’s a flirt

point blank period

and he throws it all out there too, all or nothing for this man

and he really pulls all that out for first dates 

grabbing your hand, bringing it up to meet his lips as he bows at your entrance down the stairs, Atsumu is in awe.

it’s not everyday he gets to see you dressed up and pretty for a date, damn his schedule. but damn once more, does the dark purple satin fit you like a glove.

“you look like an angel, my love~”

a line he expected to be met by a soft giggle maybe a thank you.

not you grabbing his cheeks in hand, pulling his head up towards yours. watching your tongue roll over your lower lip, that’s pulling into a smirk.

“i don’t know, you look quite delectable yourself.”

he pretty much spontaneously combusted

he kinda sat there for a second, like it had never happen before he was the smooth one 

first dates are usually filled with fluffy get to know you things

but this one was just back and forth pick up lines seeing who you be red faced by the end of the night

surprise surprise neither of you break, and im not saying you were forced to leave the restaurant at closing

but 

you were forced to leave the restaurant at closing. 

(legend says he’s still trying to make you blush to this day) 

𝙾𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚠𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚞

for someone who is considered a ladies man

he is very easy to make blush 

he wishes he could just curse you to hell, imagine how annoying it would be for him to be able to have any person he wanted and the one person he wants is completely unaffected by him???

it could not be worse than this, it just wasn't possible. 

if Tooru doesn’t hunt you down every morning, he’s sure doing a good job at pretending too. everyday as you open your locker, he’s suddenly next to you, complementing anything he can think of.

“aside from being sexy, what do you do for a living?” 

its like they get worse everyday, it’s almost sad, but that never stops you from playing along. 

“i love my bed but I’d rather be in yours.” and for a second it was silent. 

he was just standing there, looking at you. face blank, you thought you broke him until his face erupted in flames. mouth gaped he attempted yo say something anything back. 

“aw~! you look so cutie-petutie all red!” 

it turns out it can get worse, much worse 

but it seems to be working out in some random way. 

you look for him now, be it to make fun of him or pinch his cheeks to make them redder then they were 

but you’re near him! so that’s a start! 

he did manage to make you blush just once, he did have to eskimo kiss you, but it was a blush and that’s all he wanted. 

he still uses pick up lines, they don't work, but he tried and you appreciate that 

𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚢𝚞𝚓𝚒

it’s not a shocker that he cornered you in the middle of a hallway 

it was kind of his thing 

you had heard about his little adventures in the hallway, usually from girls squealing in the cafeteria

but he hadn't done it to you, it hurt a bit an you were determined to show him that you were worth it 

“hey baby” 

you finally understand why all the girls fawn over him. looking down at you, he did look fairly gorgeous. and you could see his rumored tongue piercing through his smirk. 

“just walking, handsome, how about you?” 

well, well, you’ve grabbed his attention. he’d been getting himself ready to talk to you for like a week, an he was finally ready. now all he has to do it not completely shut down like the last four times he attempted to walk near you. 

“i’m trying to pick up the most beautiful person in school, you’re lucky you get to see them everyday in the morning” 

you had to let out a laugh, as awful as it was it made you want to smile. 

“i’m not sure, it right up there with how you get to look at the hottest gut in the prefecture when you look in the mirror.” 

and he was done for

he couldn't even look at you, he wasn't embarrassed, well yes he was but now all he could think of was your hand on his burning face 

and now he was looking at you, and you were smirking, you knew what what you were doing to him 

“i’ll see you around honey, maybe you can show me what that tongue can do~” 

he was starting to think it was going to be harder to make you blush than he thought. 

𝙺𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚞

this was a running game between the two of you 

a game that literally everyone around you gags at, it gross how much you to liked each other but didn't say it 

and it was kinda crazy that Kuroo has yet to win a single round of this 

“Do you have 11 protons?” 

oh hear we go, you barely had a foot though the door before he was on you. he looked at you like he wanted to eat you. 

“no, why?” watching his gaze you could see his smirk widen. 

“Cause you're sodium fine.” 

of course it was something stupid, but you couldn't stand the smug look on his face as he sat you down, brows raising, waiting for your response.

Leaning towards his face, you could see the pink rising to the apples of his cheeks  

“well Y’know Kuroo, Chemists do it on the table periodically, so we better get on with it.” 

and that just broke the dam between the two of you. 

your game went form cute little line to full on dirty talk in the middle of the chem room. 

he’s gotten you wet, no blush. but it’s a feat

it’s worth the mocking and groans from classmates because he is 100% sure it’ll happen one day 

𝚂𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞

suna doesn’t get flustered

it just doesn’t happen like that, he’s calm and collected 

but sometimes he’s just very snarky and flirty, so when you match his energy he loves it

“I’m not a weatherman, but you can expect a few more inches tonight” 

oh, so this was how you movie night was about to go. nothing was on the line but you were not going to lose to rintarou. 

“Are you a light switch? Because you really turn me on.“

fully turning to look at you he dragged you thighs to rest on his waist, sitting back on his heels, making an exaggerated thinking face before and even more cartoonish idea face. 

“Are you a washing machine? Because I want to put my dirty load in you.” 

that was good, but you weren't out just yet. 

“ I have 206 bones in my body. Want to give me another one?”

eventually when you guys just run out of idea’s he makes due on his lines 

nothing stops either of you from doing it near people either, you hear ‘tsumu complain about it more than any normal conversation 

it’s gotten so bad that you have a list of all the dirty pickups lines you could find and wrote them on the notes app 

you didn't need to win, but you were not going to lose 

[harrywritingsbyme]

Do you think you could write a piece about Harry and y/n having sex but she’s like really short and Harry is like throwing her around and just manhandling her and fucking destroying her guts but also make kinda fluffy pls😔👉👈

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Anonymous Said: Hi I’ve discovered this blog recently and can I please just take a moment to say Wow... you’re writing is amazing and your ideas and concepts are brilliant. I’m not sure if your taking requests or concepts but here’s an idea. SNL pilot Harry like with the grey hair and all coming home to his wife who misses him dearly after awhile followed by you know what. And if you could include size kink (I really liked that concept)

A/N: I’m so sorry it’s so late guys! Since I’ve been writing for a year now, I figured that I’d give an ‘Au’ a try. When I got this request, I was completely floored. Like holy shit, sexy ass older pilot!Harry, and small!Y/n. All of this is perfection and I love this so much! Enjoy🙃

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Harry loved his job. He considered himself to be pretty lucky to have the ability to travel the world and see places he’d only dreamt of growing up. Even though he wasn’t in those places for an extended amount of time, simply being there was more than enough for Harry and it made him want to go back and explore. If he was lucky, he’d have multiple flights to the same place or longer layover in these But what Harry loved most about his job was the fact that he got to do it all with the love of his life. 

When you two first met, Harry’d been a pilot for some years and you were just hired for your job as a flight attendant. You knew that it wasn’t the most glamorous profession int the world, but you wanted to dip your toes into the pool of world travel, and this was the route you were taking to start. Before your first flight you’d asked around about the pilots for your flight and you were met with the same response each time. Everyone said that Harry was one of the nicest people in the world and was pretty good looking too, but his copilot was the person you were advised to try your best to avoid. Luckily, you only had to interact with Harry. Both you and Harry hated to say it and be all cliché, but from the moment you two laid eyes on and interacted with each other you both were hooked. Even though the both of you could’ve really used the entirety of your breaks to get some sleep, you and Harry couldn’t stop talking to each other. From that point on, the two of you became inseparable. During layovers that were more than just a couple hours and Harry had some spare time outside of his duties as pilot, the two of you would spend time together. You two were so caught up in each other and being together that you’d swap flights and breaks with the other flight attendants so that you and Harry could be together. And Harry did the same. He’d always put in a word with the people who made the schedules to ensure that he was flying the flights you were on or he’d try to get you on his flights. 

After constantly being on flights together and even running into each other during your times off, you and Harry were pretty convinced that you two should give a relationship a try. Even though there was a significant risk involved with starting a relationship with someone who was pretty much your boss and/or employee, you and Harry were willing to take that risk. And you two never looked back. In fact, disclosing you guys’ relationship made things way easier for you and Harry; you two were almost always on the same flights together. Now, you two are happily married and traveling the world together about 99% of the time. You both absolutely hated when the 1% times came around. You two became so used to being on the same flights that when you weren’t, you and Harry were a bit sad and even a little homesick believe it or not. This time unfortunately was Harry’s turn to fly without you. There wasn’t a moment on his trip that Harry didn’t miss you. He was focused on his job but he was still thinking about you. He was constantly wondering about what you were doing at home. When he took his break he just laid there and the cuddles and kisses he’d get if you were there with him. He also missed listening to your passenger horror stories and pushing you to just keep going. And on top of all that, Harry missed all the times you two would try to quietly go at it in the bathroom or crew resting area depending on whether or not you two were the only ones on break. Even though he was able to talk to you during his layover, he was counting the days and eventually hours until he came back home to you. As soon as he landed on the tarmac at the airport, Harry was on a mission to get home. After following all the necessary after flight procedure and filling out all of the necessary paperwork, Harry threw his bag into his car and sped home to you.

Surprisingly, Harry was able to get home and not get a ticket. He quickly pulls into the driveway and carries himself and his bag into the house. When he walks through the front door, Harry could immediately feel your presence. He could feel your warmth radiating through the entire house. All he had to do now as find you. Before checking upstairs, he makes his way around the main level of the house to look for you. As he exits the kitchen and makes his way down the hall, Harry could hear your soft hums getting louder and louder. When he reaches the laundry room, he sees you standing at the folding in the corner. Simply seeing you bought a big smile to his face. He then wastes no time coming over to you and wrapping his arms around your smaller body. 

“Honey I’m home.” Harry happily coos in your ear before pressing a soft kiss below it. When he does this, you turn around in his arms to get a better look at him. 

“Welcome home.” You whisper back to him, lifting yourself up onto your tips of your toes to bring your lips to his. As soon as your lips connect, the both of you release sighs of content. You two were back together. It doesn’t take long for Harry’s arms to tighten around your body and hoist you up onto the table behind you. The kiss lasts a little longer before you pull away from his lips. 

“How was your long haul without me?” You hum, sliding your hands up the lapels of his jacket.

“It was hell.” Harry says pointedly. 

“It couldn’t have been that bad.”

“Was thinking about you the whole time.” Harry frowns a little at you to emphasize his point. 

“I missed you too baby.” You coo softly to him. You then reach up and pull the captains hat off of his head, sitting it down next to you before pushing your hands through his greying curls. When you two first met, he had some grey hairs here and there. But now they had taken over just about all of his head; and you were very into it. “Any annoying kids or weird old ladies?” You ask him. 

 “For the kids, I wouldn’t know. I like to stay in the front of the plane or the crew area.” Harry begins truthfully. “But as for the old ladies, they always want to break off a piece of this.” He continues smugly.

“Why would they want you? Do they wanna swap arthritis creams or something?” You joke with a laugh, watching his face fall in the process. 

“I will have you know that I’m considered a silver fox. And you know it.” Harry defends, slightly tilting his head up away from you. When he says this all you could do was pucker your lips and bite the inside of them because what he said was in fact true. You just couldn’t let him know that. “Now what’d you get into while I was gone?” Harry asks curiously with a smirk from his previous victory. 

“Did some stuff around the house and I did a little missing you retail therapy.” You reply happily. 

“So I take it that the credit card bill this month is gonna be a little higher than normal?” Harry asks suspiciously. 

“Just a little.” You whisper trying to undermine your shopping spree. 

“A little?” Harry asks you again, already knowing that you’re undermining how much you actually spent. 

“Mhm.” You mumble, nodding your head sweetly in the process. 

“You’re too cute and pretty for your own good.” Harry chuckles and shakes his head down at you. 

“You love it though.” You hum happily up at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“I do.” Harry sighs contently. This is what he missed. He missed being in your arms and just loving on you. He loved seeing your smile and feeing your small arms wrap around him. “I actually bought you a couple things.” Harry whispers, tightening his grip around your back. 

“Is it more skimpy lingerie?” You question him, making sure to spread a wide smirk across your face. Instead of readily replying to you, Harry simply unwraps one of his arms from around your back and he brings it up to the front of your dress. Since the front of your dress was loosely wrapped around your body to keep it closed, Harry as able to simply pluck back the top a little to get a good look at your body beneath the fabric. 

“Well I guess this is my cue to stop buying the lingerie, since you’re not even wearing it.” Harry points out, looking down into your dress to find your bare, supple breasts resting on your chest. It took a lot of self control for Harry in that moment to not stick his hand down your dress to take your plushy flesh into his hand.

“Well I thought it was for our sexy times or when I send you pictures while you’re on a trip and on your break or stuck in a hotel room without me.” You explain to him. You even throw in a little pout; you wanted to keep your fancy and very pretty lingerie flow going. “But I am wearing one of the pairs of  panties you picked up in Italy if you wanna see how some of your purchases look on me.” You whisper lowly to him. You then use your arms that are hooked around his neck to pull his head down closer to yours. Harry was already a bit hard from finally being home with you. Now he was getting even harder from your words. 

“Is it bad that I’ve only been home for 20 minuets and I’m already thinking about completely ravishing you?” Harry mumbles against your pillow soft lips. “Just so pretty baby.” Harry grumbles frustratedly before bringing his mouth the rest of the way to yours while pulling you closer to the edge of the table. He couldn’t believe that he, a man who turned 40 a couple months prior, was getting all riled up and turned on the same way he did 20 plus years ago. That was just the age defying effect you had on him. 

“No, not at all.” You begin as you pull away from the short lived yet beyond passionate kiss, slowly bringing your left hand up the back of his neck to his hair. “In fact, every time I see you in your head to toe pilots get up, I’m always fighting the strong urge to fall to my knees and take your cock down my throat.” You bluntly continue, your voice filled with a very nonchalant and teasing tone. 

When this statement left your mouth, Harry was a little bit taken aback. But at the same time he wasn’t. After slowly building up your friendship that in no time blossomed into a more romantic relationship together, Harry was able to slowly show you the ropes so to speak and teach you just about everything you knew when it came to the bedroom and a happy and healthy relationship. When you two progressed to the more intimate stage of your budding relationship, you were pretty inexperienced. You didn’t know your way around the bedroom at all. You we’re still a virgin and you didn’t even know the ins and outs of making out with someone. All you knew was that this smart, extremely kind, absolutely gorgeous, and just overall stunning human being, older man who just so happened to be the pilot on your flight had taken a strong interest in you. And luckily for you, your lack of experience was the least of his concerns. It was like you hit the jackpot with him. Fast forward to now when you two are a married couple, you’ve taken all of the tips and tricks he’s taught over time and you’re running with it. Harry wasn’t the only who had the ability to do things to your body that would make your toes to curl, your entire body to go numb, and cause your mind to deem it all indescribable. You also had the ability to turn Harry into a pleasured, borderline incoherent, and moaning mess; something that most women in his past who were his age or slightly older weren’t even able to do. So it wasn’t a complete surprise that those words came from your mouth.

“Who knew that my pretty little wife had such a filthy mouth.” Harry gasps with a condescending tone.

“Well I’m not a prudish old man like you.” You simply reply. This was the button in Harry that you loved to push. 

“I don’t know where you’re getting that from but I’m far from prudish and I’m definitely not an old man.” Harry says matter of factly. “If I remember it correctly, I made you wear vibrating panties for the entirety of an 18 hour flight.” Harry recalls, making his point against being called prudish. 

“Everyone uses those. Especially older men.” You smugly whisper back, pushing even harder on this button of his. 

Harry knew exactly what you were doing. He knew that you were pushing his button so that he’d unleash everything he had built up over the course of his trip into you. It didn’t take much for him to realize that you wanted him to really make up for not being with you for almost a week. The both of you were itching to feel and be around each other again. After you and Harry made it past the learning and teaching phase of you guys’ sex life, the two of you acquired a constant hunger for one another. When you and Harry had some time off, the sex would be nonstop. Whether it was cockwarming or full on sex where you’re riding his cock or he was slamming himself deep into your pussy, you and Harry were always looking for ways to be around each other like this. And it was exactly the same when you two were on the job. Even though you two didn’t have the freedom to go at it whenever you wanted, you and Harry still found ways to be with each other. For some reason, seeing each other dressed in your uniforms was a bit of a turn on. It didn’t help that the both of you were borderline thrill seekers and loved the rush that came along with trying to be quiet as you both were experiencing some of the best pleasure you’d ever felt.

“Well do all older men pound and shove their cocks into their girlfriends, and now wives tight little cunts over and over again until she’s begging and crying for him to slow down and let them cum? Because if not, I’ve got countless stories about me doing that to you in the cramped bathroom on a flight, in restaurant bathrooms, dressing rooms, upstairs, on the couch, the kitchen counter, right here on this table, and many other places.” Even though you acted confident and enjoyed battling Harry for dominance, you were able to easily fall into a more submissive role. The way he’s calmly able to say the filthiest things made your body quake and your panties become even more soaked than they already were. You were never going to be able to forget about all of those times. How and why would you ever forget the times where he’s hoisted you up against a door or a wall, or pushed you down against the counter, tightly wrapped a hand around your mouth to keep you quiet, and deliciously slammed his cock up into you? If you focused in on those memories, you could remember and almost feel him inside you.

That’s what you wanted right now. You wanted him to pound into you so hard that you’d a sore, moaning mess and you wanted to make up for the time you two weren’t together. This was the first time in a good while that you weren’t scheduled for a flight with Harry and you really missed him. And his cock. So if you had to push one of his buttons to really get what you both wanted, you were going to do it. 

“Well I think you guys can do that,” You begin, pausing to run your hands down from his neck and across the expanse of his broad shoulders. “I just think that you may need a little help if you know what I mean.” You finish. When you say this, Harry knows exactly what you were implying and he wasn’t having any of it. 

“You and this pretty little body of yours is gonna get it.” Harry growls before yanking you up from the table and pulling you into his body. He quietly marches you both up the stairs and to your shared bedroom. When he reaches the foot of the bed, he releases his once tight grip on your body and drops you down onto the bed. He continues to go about everything silently, shoving his jacket off of his shoulders and working on his tie and shirt.

“You look really hot in that uniform just so you know.” You admire from the bed below him. You watch him chuckle at your statement as he shrugs his shirt and undone tie off his body. You were really turned on right now. Like the sight of his bare, toned and tattooed chest and arms was a sight you could stare at forever. Add onto that the fact that he was mad and taking control over you and you were setup to be a complete mess. And your panties could definitely attest to that. You were completely drenched and dying to feel him against and inside you. 

“You don’t have to butter me up baby.” Harry begins as he undoes his shoes. “M’still gonna take care of you and that smart mouth of yours.” Harry guarantees, shoving his shoes and socks off his feet and standing back up to work on his pants. “Gonna make sure you know what I can do to you.” Harry finishes, finally undoing his belt and shoving his pants along with his boxers down his legs. When you see his thick and very hard cock, you couldn’t stop a moan or two from escaping your mouth. “I take it someone needs my cock.” Harry chuckles at your desperation for his cock. He planned on showing you just how much you needed him. He then comes closer to the edge of the bed and in one swift motion, Harry pulls you up from your lying position and flips you onto your front. He masterfully undoes the tie on the back of your dress and he flips you back onto your back. He tugs at the fabric, opening your dress and exposing your partially naked body to him. He takes a moment to admire your body and all he could do is bite his lip. He couldn’t believe that he managed to be away from this for nearly an entire week. 

Harry quickly snaps out of his trance when he feels his cock twitch slightly and he leans down to scoop you up into his arms. When he does this, Harry keeps you low in his grip so that you’d be right against his cock. He keeps one arm securely around your body and pulls your arms from the dress. Once it’s completely off of you, he drops it into the pile of his clothes and drops you back onto the bed. Before crawling up and on top of you, Harry uses your claves to push you a little higher up onto the bed and to flip you back onto your stomach. When he does this, you really know you’re in for it. Whenever you were in this position Harry really made sure to slam into you and make you scream. When he crawls up and is on top of you from behind, he wastes no time in ripping the barely there panties off your body. For the first time in what felt like forever, Harry didn’t snap the delicate undergarment in half. Once they’re out of the way, Harry has complete access to your body.

“Gonna be a good girl and take daddy’s cock?” Harry asks, squeezing the flesh of your ass before raising it up just to crash it back down.

“Mhm.” You whimper, really feeling the sting from the sudden slap.

“Use your words.” Harry demands, raising his hand back up to deliver another slap to your backside. 

“Yes daddy.” You cry out to him, this time feeling not only the sting of his slaps but also feeling of your juices dripping onto the sheets.

“Good girl.” Harry hums at your response. He then straddles your thighs, wanting to keep you in place when he pushes into you. He lifts himself up so that he’s hovering over you, and he grips onto his cock to give himself a good squeeze, resulting in him letting out a loud grumble behind you (that went straight to your clit). He tightly grips onto the flesh of one of your cheeks and he pulls your ass apart to get a better view of you. When he sees your puckered hole, Harry gets a little idea. In the process of lining himself up with your entrance, Harry uses his cock to put a little pressure on your tighter hole. When he does this, words begin to pour out of your mouth. 

“M’too tight daddy.” You rush out to him, trying to stop his actions. Harry knew that you were too tight for him at the moment, but he just liked to work you up a little and hear you beg.

“Don’t worry baby. When were done, daddy’s gonna get you nice and ready for his cock.” He promises, lowering his cock from your second hole down to the first. When you feel his thick head nudging at your entrance, your moans got louder. You needed him to be inside you already. 

“Want your big cock daddy.” You beg. You try to move back against him but he’s practically sitting on your thighs, which is pinning you to the bed. 

“Whats the magic word?” Harry teases.

“Please daddy?” And with that, Harry is finally sinking his cock into you. When you feel his cock stretching you to fit all of him, your mind goes blank. All you could come up with was strings of loud moans and feeling good. You felt full agains which was all you really wanted. As he continues to sheath his cock with your walls, Harry’s hand leaves his shaft and goes right to your other cheek. He pulls your ass completely apart and watches as his cock disappears into you.

“That’s it, take this cock sweetheart.” Harry pants in amazement. He was still in awe at how a small woman like you was able to take every last inch of his manhood. Once he’s fully inside, Harry’s eyes trail up your body to find you resting your cheek against the sheets with your mouth wide open. Thats what he wanted to see. Keeping his hands on your ass, Harry lifts himself up so that he’s hovering over you and goes straight into slamming in and out of your tight and very wet pussy. As he does this, your entire body quakes at the amazing sensation of him fucking you. Feeling him pound into your stomach as he called you his sweet girl and his pretty little wife was beyond extraordinary. You could feel the familiar tight and warm knot beginning to form in the pit of your stomach already.

As Harry fucks into you, he’s beyond turned on. The way you’re pinned below him as he shoves his cock deep into you along with you pitifully whimpering, moaning, and crying at how good he felt was really doing things to Harry. He never wanted to be away from you ever again. He wanted to feel you every single day.

After fucking into you from behind for a good while and feeling the tight burning sensation forming in the pit of his stomach as well, Harry figures that he’s going to cum soon and he wants to watch your face twist as he does. He then proceeds to stop thrusting all together and pull out of you, which causes you to grumble, resulting in you receiving a hard “shut up” slap to your ass. He then gets lifts himself off of you and flips tugs you onto your back. He knocks your legs apart and gets in between them before slamming his cock back into you.

“Like this baby. Like it when daddy takes control of this tight little cunt of yours?” He pants, continuing to slam his his cock into you. You were too caught up in how good he was making you feel that you couldn’t even form a worded response. All you could do was thrash your head against the bed in agreement. When he sees this, a very wide smirk rises to his face. This is exactly what he missed and wanted to see. You taking all of his cock while you’re quivering and barely holding on. As he continues, Harry can feel the warmth from the pit of his stomach spreading to his entire body, signifying to him that his release was getting extremely close. Judging by the way your once tight grip on the sheets has gone loose, your pitiful whimpers, and the way you’re tightening up around him you’re feeling the exact same way. To make you cum around his cock, with him following right behind you Harry only has to do two things. First, he brings his palm to your lower stomach and presses it into you; putting pressure on the warm knot that was about to explode and allowing him to feel his cock moving inside you. He then comes down, bringing his mouth to your ear to whisper one thing into your ear. “Not too bad for an old man right?” Harry hums patronizingly into your ear. He wanted you to eat your words. And you were. His words, the pressure from his hand, and his cock causes you to burst at the seams around him. You let out a mixture of gasps and whimpers as you completely let go around Harry’s cock. When he feels your walls contracting around him, Harry lets go as well. He releases every last drop of the sexual frustration he’d been carrying around all week; and it felt so good. He loved painting your walls with his cum.

Once the both of you are done and it’s safe to pull out, Harry’s slowly pulls his sopping wet cock from your cunt and collapses onto the bed next to you. 

“Harry, I can’t feel my legs.” You whimper after a couple minuets of silence. 

“M’surprised you’re not used to it by now.” Harry hums smugly. Once he says this, a temporary lull fell over you two. You and Harry were very anxious to go at it again, but you two were holding off to see who would initiate round two. 

“Did you take something before you came in the house?” You whisper over to him, deciding that you needed to be the one to initiate round two.

“Do I need to come over there and shove my cock down that pretty throat of yours for you to get the point?” Harry chuckles at your persistence. 

“Only if you want to.” You whisper sweetly. 

“Oh I want to, and don’t you doubt that.” Harry says matter of factly. 

“Well can we cuddle first? Haven’t cuddled since the night before you left.”

“Anything you want.” Harry coos before moving closer to your limp body. 

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