#momentarily forgets to raise their eyebrows when they sit next to each other on the couch

[its-avalon-08]

it all fell down (ln4)

part9

multipart story! part1 part2 part3 part4 part5 part6 part7 part8

✦ pairing - lando norris x female reader

summary : lando norris and y/n were friends for 20 years, fell in love and dated for five. until it all fell down. they left each others lives abruptly and never spoke again, until they met again in the most unexpected way. can they find their way back or will certain scars never heal?

Lando leaned against the wall of the Red Bull garage, watching Y/N from across the paddock. She was in the middle of a discussion with a group of engineers, her face lit up with enthusiasm as she gestured animatedly. Despite the chaotic environment around her, she was completely absorbed in her work, moving from one task to the next with a relentless focus that Lando had always admired.

But as he continued to observe her, something began to gnaw at him. It was her third meeting of the day, and she hadn’t stopped once—not even to grab a drink of water. Lando noticed the way she absentmindedly rubbed her forehead, as if a headache was beginning to settle in.

He frowned, recalling the last few days where he’d seen her in the same state—rushing between meetings, barely pausing to catch her breath. She looked exhausted, and it didn’t take much to realize she was probably skipping meals and forgetting to hydrate.

Typical Y/N, Lando thought with a mix of concern and affection. She always forgets to take care of herself when she gets this busy.

It had been a while since they started talking again, and though things between them were still uncertain, Lando couldn’t help but feel protective of her. He knew Y/N well enough to recognize when she was burning herself out, and right now, she was on the brink of it.

As if on autopilot, Lando found himself heading towards the hospitality area. He grabbed a bottle of water and a protein bar, then made his way back to where Y/N was still engrossed in her work.

“Hey,” he called out softly as he approached her.

Y/N looked up, surprised to see him. “Lando? What’s up?”

“Nothing much, just thought you might need this,” he said, holding out the water and the protein bar.

She blinked, momentarily confused before realization dawned on her. “Oh… right. Thanks, I guess I forgot.”

“You’ve been at it for hours,” Lando said, trying to keep his tone casual. “Don’t want you passing out or anything.”

Y/N chuckled lightly, but there was a hint of weariness in her eyes. “I’m fine, really. Just a lot to get done.”

“I know, but you still need to take care of yourself,” Lando insisted, his concern slipping through. “A few minutes to eat and drink won’t hurt.”

She nodded, a bit more seriously this time, and accepted the water and bar. “Thanks, Lan-Lando. I appreciate it.”

“No problem.” He gave her a small smile, but as he walked away, his mind was already racing.

Over the next few days, Lando kept an eye on Y/N, noticing how she barely took a break between tasks. Every now and then, he would bring her a snack or remind her to drink water. Sometimes, he’d find her sitting with her head buried in her hands, trying to stave off the exhaustion that was creeping in.

It was during one of these moments that an idea began to form in Lando’s mind. Y/N’s birthday was coming up, and knowing her, she probably wouldn’t even acknowledge it with everything she had on her plate. But he couldn’t let the day pass without doing something special, especially after seeing how much she was pushing herself.

That evening, after everyone had left the paddock, Lando pulled Max aside.

“Max, I need your help with something,” Lando said, his tone serious.

Max raised an eyebrow. “What’s going on?”

“It’s Y/N’s birthday in a few days,” Lando explained. “She’s been so busy, I don’t think she even remembers. I want to plan something special for her, but I can’t do it alone.”

Max’s expression softened as he nodded in understanding. “Count me in. What do you have in mind?”

Lando’s eyes lit up as he began outlining his plan, and soon enough, Max was just as excited. They decided to involve a few of the other drivers—Carlos, Charles, Daniel, and Oscar—all of whom were eager to help. The more they discussed, the more elaborate the plan became, until it was clear that Y/N’s birthday was going to be unforgettable.

“We’ll make sure she has the best day ever,” Carlos said confidently as they finalized the details.

“Absolutely,” Lando agreed, determination in his voice. “She deserves it.”

And with that, the preparations were set in motion. Lando found himself more focused on making Y/N’s birthday perfect than on anything else, and as the day approached, he couldn’t wait to see the look on her face when she realized what they had done for her.

The next day, around midday, she received a text from Lando.

Lando: Busy today?

Y/N: Ridiculously busy. Why?

Lando: No reason. Just checking in. Don’t forget to take a break, yeah?

She smiled at his message, appreciating the sentiment but still oblivious to what he had planned.

time skip

Y/N stood in front of the mirror in her hotel room, smoothing down the soft fabric of her dress. Alexandra had insisted on a girls' night out, saying it would be a good break from the chaos of the paddock. Y/N wasn’t sure why Alexandra had been so adamant about it, but she trusted her friend’s judgment and had agreed to go along.

“You look amazing,” Alexandra said as she peeked into the room, her eyes lighting up when she saw Y/N. “That dress is so so so perfect on you!”

Y/N smiled, feeling a little more at ease. “Thanks love. I just hope this night out isn’t too much. I’ve been so tired lately.”

“Trust me,” Alexandra grinned, “you’ll have a great time. Now, come on, let’s go!”

As they walked out of the hotel and into the cool evening air, Y/N felt a strange mix of excitement and nervousness. Something about tonight felt different, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Alexandra led the way, chatting about all sorts of things, but Y/N noticed that she kept checking her phone as if she was checking something.

They arrived at a private lounge area near the paddock, and Y/N’s curiosity only grew. It was a beautiful setting, with twinkling lights and a soft glow emanating from within. But it seemed quiet—too quiet for a night out. Alexandra pulled open the door, and Y/N hesitated for a moment before stepping inside.

The lights dimmed as soon as she entered, and for a brief second, Y/N was surrounded by darkness. But before she could react, the room suddenly burst to life with a chorus of voices shouting, “Surprise!”

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat as the lights came on, revealing all her friends and the drivers, each one grinning ear to ear. The terrace was decorated with balloons in her favorite color, a navy blue, and the scent of her favorite foods filled the air. A massive banner hung across one wall, reading “Happy Birthday, Y/N!”

Tears instantly welled up in her eyes as she took in the sight before her. She was completely overwhelmed by the love and effort that had gone into planning this surprise. The people she cared about most were all here, and the thoughtfulness of every detail made her heart swell.

“You guys…” she whispered, her voice choked with emotion.

Before she could say more, Charles stepped forward with a warm smile. “You didn’t think we’d let your birthday go by without celebrating, did you?”

Carlos clapped a hand on her shoulder, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “We know you’ve been working hard, so we wanted to make sure you had a chance to relax and enjoy yourself.”

Max nodded, holding up a glass. “Here’s to Y/N—the most amazing friend we could ask for!”

A chorus of cheers filled the room, and Y/N couldn’t hold back her tears any longer. She wiped at her eyes, laughing as she did so. ��You guys are the best. I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” Alexandra said, pulling her into a hug. “Just enjoy it.”

As Y/N looked around the room, her eyes finally landed on Lando, who was standing off to the side with a small, fond smile on his face. He was holding a cake decorated with her favorite flavors, the candles flickering softly in the dim light. He stepped forward, his gaze locking with hers.

“Happy Birthday, Y/N,” Lando said gently, his voice full of warmth.

The sight of him holding the cake, surrounded by all her friends, made Y/N’s heart flutter. She hadn’t expected anything like this—especially not from Lando. Despite everything that had happened between them, he had gone out of his way to make her feel special.

“You did all this?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lando shrugged modestly, but there was a softness in his eyes that spoke volumes. “We all did. You deserve it.”

Y/N felt her tears threatening to spill over again, and she nodded, unable to find the right words. Instead, she let her emotions show on her face—the gratitude, the happiness, and the undeniable connection that still existed between them.

“Make a wish,” Carlos teased, gesturing to the cake.

Y/N closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She wasn’t sure what to wish for, but as she stood there surrounded by the people who cared about her, one thought kept echoing in her mind. Maybe it’s time to stop running from what I really want.

When she opened her eyes, she leaned forward and blew out the candles, the room erupting in applause. Lando stepped closer, offering her a small, lopsided smile.

“I hope your wish comes true darling,” he said softly, and for a moment, it felt like they were the only two people in the room.

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat as she returned his smile. “Me too, Lan. Me too.”

The night continued with laughter, music, and plenty of food. Y/N was constantly surrounded by her friends, but every now and then, her eyes would find Lando across the room, and their gazes would lock for just a second longer than necessary. Each time, it felt like an unspoken promise hung in the air between them—one that neither was quite ready to acknowledge, but both were beginning to understand.

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[kristenwell]

My Muse – Leo Valdez x Male!Apollo!Reader

(finals are over at last, Dobby is free 😭)

Part 2

Y/N looked at the sketch in his hands. As the son of the arts god he was naturally a very skilled artist. Lately only one person has been able to inspire him to draw: Leo Valdez.

The son of Hephaestus has managed to steal his heart even if he wasn’t the usual go-to crush for most people. Leo was short, scrawny, flirty and had an unusual sense of humor. Y/N couldn’t help but fall for the little rascal anyway.

The son of Apollo slowly finished his sketch of him. The drawing depicted him smiling with a hint of blush.

Just a few days ago his brother, Will Solace, caught him in the act. There was only so much privacy you can get while in your cabin.

Y/N felt a presence behind his shoulder but before he could close his sketchbook his older brother shoved his face in the drawing.

„I knew you have a crush on Leo but I had no idea it was this bad.“ Will shook his head and chuckled.

The younger male slammed his sketchbook shut with an embarassed look on his face. He pushed Will’s face away from his personal space.

„Would you stop grinning? I don’t like him like that, we’re just friends nothing more.“ He was aware that lying to him was futile. First, he’s a bad liar and second, the two brothers are way too close and both of them knew something was up.

Will raised his eyebrow and took a seat next to him.

„You should confess to him, you know? It’s really tiring watching you two simp for each other when you think no one’s looking. Give him the drawings, it would be romantic.“ He suggests.

„Uh, yeah and have him thinking I’m some sort of creep? Forget it.“ Y/N made his way over to his desktop and sighed. His brother was right, but confessing your feelings to your friend is easier said than done.

„I think he’s aware of that.“ Will let out a laugh. „but seriously, everyone knows you’re into each other besides you two.“

He noticed his little brother’s lack of answer.

„You’ll figure it out, bro, one way or another.“

Y/N shuddered at the memory, the last thing he needed was his nosy siblings‘ love advice (he loves them to death), if he wanted it he would’ve gone to the Aphrodite cabin.

He got up from his seat and started heading toward his cabin before a familiar voice stopped him in his tracks.

„Yo, wait up!“

He turned around just in time to see a certain short latino running his way. Leo stopped infront of him with a grin.

„Just the person I was looking for.“ He was slightly out of breath, seems he ran for a while before he reached him. His curly hair was messy and his clothes and face were stained with oil and dirt which fortunately failed to cover his pretty features.

„Looking for me? What do you need , Leo?“  Y/N observed the shorter male before him momentarily.

„I wanted to tell you that I’ve already fixed your bow that Will brought last night.“

„Did he now?“ The son of Apollo turned around to meet his brother’s devilish smirk. He had the audacity to smile innocently too. „of course he did.“

Y/N turned back to Leo and smiled at him awkwardly.

„Thank you, I don’t know what would I do without you.“ He chuckled nervously , he tried to think of something else to say but his brain was fried from Leo’s presence alone. So naturally he failed to catch his reply.

„-over to Bunker 9 when you’re finished, okay?“ He sent him a cute little smile.

Before Y/N could ask him he was already on his way to the Bunker.

In the evening

Leo was sitting at his table, his latest project has really been straining him. A sudden noise disrupted his concentration.

Swoosh

He turned around just in time to see a slip of paper near his door. He got up and approached it, picking it up. He examined the paper and turned it around: a very detailed portait of him.

Leo could feel his face heating up and a smile crept on his face. He went back to his table as he folded the drawing carefully.

Neither he nor Y/N were aware that they were now a part of a certain friend group’s plan to make them both confess.

[creepycranberry]

No Chance Showmance

Robin Buckley x Munson reader showmance AU

(Plus a little hellcheer)

Based on this request

Trigger warnings: angst, alcohol, mentions of homophobic parents, cursing, not proofread

(Let me know if I missed anything)

•••

“Come on, please?” you plead, giving Robin over exaggerated puppy dog eyes.

Robin can't help but think of how unfair it is that just a bat of your eyelashes can have her resolve breaking. Robin was somehow secretly happy that there was no way you knew that. Robin looked to Steve for some help but Steve shook his head.

“Sorry, Rob. if she managed to rope me into this shit then you're definitely a lost cause. it would probably be best if you just gave in now." Steve shrugged from the workbench he was setting up to help with set building.

“It’ll be fun, I promise.” you assure her, “you just need to do the spotlight when the stage manager says so. You’ll have plenty of practice beforehand, and I know this probably won't count for much, but we'll get to see each other more than we have lately.” You smile and then hesitantly make another point, hoping for something, “and maybe you’ll meet someone? You’re always saying how hard it is to put yourself out there and find someone.” The thought made your throat feel tight, you wait for some confirmation but Robin just shrugs and sighs.

It was true that During rehearsal seasons robin and steve rarely saw you. They worked the days you had rehearsal, and then you and Keith worked on days when you didn't. The promise of more time with you does sound appealing but robin still isn't sure. Rehearsals with you mean skipping band practice with Vickie.

“The show is in like two weeks, though. Are you sure that's enough time for me to-”

“More then enough time. I mean if steve can build and paint a set piece for us in that amount of time, im sure you could figure out the lights. I wouldn't ask if I really didn't need your help.”

“Fine. I’ll do it.”

The pure joy on your face and the bear hug you gave Robin was enough to assure her that she was making the right decision.

•••

Robin spent a lot of the next week with Mark, a somewhat gruff but passionate lightboard operator with a nasty habit of forgetting his cue. Much to Robins relief and your delight, she was pretty good at lighting. She subbed for mark in a few rehearsals, along with doing the spotlight and somehow managed to make the show run smoother than it did with the two of them.

Rehearsals went late fridays and started early saturdays, which is why you suggested robin stay at yours for a sleepover so you wouldn't have to pick her up in the morning. And so friday night after rehearsal you drove robin with you to your house.

It was rare for you and robin to spend time with just the two of you. Normally steve and sometimes dustin would be a part of the group. Or it would be you and Steve and everyone else and Robin would be with her band friends. So as the both of you sat in the car you both appreciated the rare moment of silence you got to share.

“Hey.”

You turn to robin and raise your eyebrows before looking back at the road.

“Yeah?”

“You're really great up there.” robin says quietly and you do your best to ignore the blush that creeps up to your cheeks.

“I really try but i think im probably one of our weaker links.” you shrug and robin sits up a bit more.

“No. mark is one of our weaker links, you- you're the fucking ringleader. I've never seen someone demand attention from a crowd the way you do.” robin realizes her babbling and clears her throat, “i-I mean, the theatre group is small, and everyone is so passionate about this, but i don't think theyd get anywhere with actually putting on the show without you.”

You're momentarily stunned into silence by the sheer sincerity in robins voice.

“Th-thanks. I, um, i've never really seen it that way- seen myself that way.”

“Anytime.”

The drive is quiet until you pull into the driveway of the old trailer. When the two of you get to yours and eddies shared room Robin is thoroughly interested in every little thing, fawning over the movie posters on your walls and the little figurines on your desk and bookshelf.

“It’s just kid stuff.” You shrug, taking her jacket from her and hanging it on the back of her door.

“Well we’re kinda still kids right? And plus it’s cool.”

“You’re cool.” You mock lamely but Robin just snorts. You really can’t help but smile, “I’m not good at the whole conversation thing.”

“It’s okay, I’m not the best either.” Robin shrugs.

“But give me a script and I can knock that shit out pretty well.”

“I know that much.” Robin smiles.

You like it when you can make her smile. You don’t think you’re funny most of the time but Robin makes you feel like you could be a comedian. She thinks you're funny, she listens to you and you like listening to her rambling.

You find yourself so focused and enthralled with her lips, watching them move as she talks, until she stops and you’re still staring. And then you’re moving closer to her, eyes still fixed to her lips, lost in the thought of what it might be like to be familiar with the feeling of them against yours.

You barely realize you’re giving into your impulse. Her lips are slightly chapped but still pillowy and sweet.

You think she’s kissing you back but then she’s gently pushing you away.

And you’re mortified when she looks at you, awkwardness settling over you and the uncomfortability of it has you rambling an apology as you stumble backward and get away from the house,waving Robin sitting there in your bedroom, utterly stunned. By the time she finds it in herself to run after you you’re so far ahead of her. She catches up to you though, holding onto your shoulder to stop you, fighting to get air back into her lungs.

“I’m sorry Robin, I shouldn’t have-“

“You didn’t do anything wrong I just-“

“You just what?” You sniffle.

“I like someone else- I mean I don’t not like you but i-“ she begins babbling but it’s not as comforting as usual. Now it feels like you’ve been stabbed in the stomach and the knife is being twisted and pulled upward.

You now understood what it meant when someone said they felt gutted.

“It’s fine Robin. There’s a landline in the kitchen, Steve can drive you to rehearsal tomorrow I just- I need to take a walk.”

Robin looks utterly conflicted as she slowly turns and makes her way back to the trailer.

•••

You stumble up to the trailer, your body feeling sort of heavy but you're riding on a high. The kind of high that numbs every sensation and makes every thought a little bit fuzzy.

You fumble with your key for a little bit before the door opens on its own, Eddie standing there giving you a concerned look.

“Eddie! How are you?” you smile, giving him a big hug, almost face planting in the process.

“I’m good? What’s going on with you? Are you drunk?” He asks you, holding out his arms to stabilize You so you don’t fall over.

You nod dazily, “mhm, ‘m just having a good time y’know?”

“Eddie? Who is it?” A voice from inside asks and you raise your eyebrows at Eddie.

“Is that Chrissy?” you whisper shout to him.

“Yeah, that’s her. Come on, let’s get you inside, you need lots of water and bread and sleep.” He hums to you, leading you into the house where a pretty blond girl is standing in the middle of the living room, shifting her weight back and forth between her feet.

“Chrissy!” you gasp, stumbling forward and away from your cousin to give her a hug.

“Hey, Hon. Is everything alright?” She asks you, leaning away from you and holding onto you as you slightly sway.

“Hm, I don’t- I don’t know… Chrissy, when a girl tells you she likes you, and you kissed her but she stopped the kiss and tells you that she likes you but she also likes someone else, what does that mean? Does that mean she like, likes you or does that mean that she doesn’t like you like that but doesn’t want to make you feel bad? And either way, how do you deal with that? Because this girl, she’s adorable,” you gush, smiling as Chrissy leads you to sit on the couch next to her, Eddie just standing there awkwardly, “she’s so cute and she’s smart and she’s funny and she does this really cute thing when she’s nervous where she starts rambling nonsense and sometimes I’ll try and make her nervous just to hear her talk but I don’t know… because I really thought she liked me, but then I kissed her.”

“Did she get mad at you for kissing her?” Chrissy asks you, coaxing you into drinking a sip of what you’re guessing was the water Eddie had been drinking before you got here, judging by the one at your usual place on the couch.

“Not really? I don’t know?y’know? Like, she didn’t push ‘m away and I think she was kissing me back for a moment but then just… pulled away,” you slur, your bottom lip starting to jut out a little , “and when I asked’er if I did something wrong she said no but she just moved so far away from me and then she told me she didn’t mind, and she wasn’t mad but that she liked someone else and I don’t get it.”

“Don’t get what?” Chrissy asks you, looking over at Eddie.

“She’s not mad? And also she likes someone else? But I don’t think she’s straight because she said she didn’t mind kissing me but if she didn’t mind kissing me and she’s not mad than what’s the matter? She looked so… repulsed by me, almost, she just looked so uncomfortable and her face like… it scrunched up but not in the cute way it does when she’s laughing, no it was like when someone calls you a fag from the side of the road, because that’s such a creative way of making it known You're insecure but I just- I really thought she might like me, i really thought that maybe she could care for me in any other way than platonically…”

you think you started crying somewhere in there.

Your lip quivers as you talk, your eyes welling up with tears, “maybe it was stupid, y’know. Maybe I’m just unlovable. I mean I wouldn’t blame her or my parents or my old friends or even my new friends, I’m a mess. A stupid, unlovable mess.”

You huff a little, trying not to cry and failing miserably.

Eddie sighs, his hand tucked into his back pockets, “you’re not unlovable, I mean you’re definitely a mess don’t get me wrong but you are very easy to love. Now come on, we’ve got to get you something to drink-”

“Whiskey coke please.”

“We’ve got to get you some water to drink,” he corrects and Chrissy laughs a little. Eddie looks up at her, his eyes adoring as she gets up, grabbing your hand and looping her arm through your, “and then we’ll get you some medicine and food but first you’ll take a nap and you’ll feel all better. Okay?”

You just nod, letting Chrissy drag you to yours and Eddie's room. you pull off your shoes, falling onto eddies bed and hugging the teddy by his pillow.

Eddie covers you up with a blanket, kissing your forehead like Wayne does when you’re sick and taking the hair tie out of your hair,setting it in the dresser before closing the curtains and the door.

you don’t fall asleep immediately, though you feel yourself wanting to.

Instead you cry a little, trying to sob as quietly as you can, though small whimpers still escape your lips every time you have to breathe a little.

you hold the blanket close to your frame, tucking your face into the stomach of the teddy bear.

Stupid

Stupid

Stupid

You don’t know what you were thinking.

Your own parents couldn’t find it in themselves to love you after they found out what you are, how could you expect her to?

You can’t help but feel a little grief as you think of your parents.

You missed them, you missed hugging my mother after having a hard day and just needed a good hug, you miss car rides with my dad where neither of us would talk but we still enjoyed each other’s company, you miss going to the drive in to watch old movies from when they were your age with them, you miss listening to the radio in the kitchen with your mother on holidays.

You just miss not feeling like youre stuck floating. you hate feeling like you don’t really belong anywhere.

You can’t help but feel like the most massive screw up, your parents hate you, Robin probably won’t want anything to do with you today, you’re just kind of lost.

You sniffle, wiping your nose on your sleeve.

Your nose is stuffed up and you can feel the headache from both the crying and the alcohol starting to form itself and you sigh to yourself, wiping your cheeks and closing your eyes. Maybe you can sleep off the headache.

But before you can drift off completely you hear quiet voices in the hallway, “is she gonna be okay?”

“She’ll be fine, she just needs to rest and take some time to herself. In the meantime I’ve got a band geek to murder.” You hear your cousin's hushed voice retort.

“Eddie.” You Can hear Chrissy's smile in her voice, “it just happens sometimes. Feelings are complicated. I’m sure the other girl feels terrible about how this went down too. It just comes with the territory.”

“I just- she’s still a kid. She shouldn’t have to be feeling shit like this.” Eddie shrugs and you hear Chrissy snort, “what?”

“You’re not much older than her.”

“I am three and half years older than her for your information.” Eddie retorts and you can hear Chrissy giggle quietly.

“She’s not a little kid anymore, Eddie.”

“Oh don’t say that. She’s still a little kid, she’ll always be a little kid. I could take her to a candy store right now and she’d go nuts.”

“Eddie.” Chrissy warns.

“I know. She’s almost grown up. Which sucks cause it means I’m getting old.” He drags out the word ‘old’.

“Hey, If you’re getting old then I’m getting old. We are both still glowing youthfully.”

You hear Eddie laugh and sigh, “fine. I’m still gonna go and fight that band kid though.”

“Edward Munson.”

“Full name? That stings.” Eddie says dramatically and Chrissy laughs again as their voices recede down the hall.

•••

Might do a part two but I’m not sure

[elikajinnie]

(SHORT) Supporting Sunghoon During En O`Clock

Genre: Fluff

The set was buzzing with activity as you stepped onto the En O'Clock filming location. Sunghoon, your boyfriend, had invited you to witness the behind-the-scenes of their latest episode. The Enha boys were in full swing, preparing for their shoot. The atmosphere was electric, filled with laughter, music, and the occasional shout of excitement.

As you walked onto the set, Sunghoon was engrossed in a conversation with Jake and Jay. He turned around, and the moment his eyes met yours, his face lit up with a radiant smile that could rival the sun. The other boys, quick to notice the sudden change in Sunghoon's demeanor, exchanged knowing glances and mischievous smiles.

Sunoo nudged Heeseung and whispered, "Look at Sunghoon, guys. I think someone special just walked in." The others chuckled, and Ni-ki raised an eyebrow, shooting a playful grin towards Sunghoon.

The director called for everyone to take their positions as the cameras started rolling. Sunghoon, however, couldn't help but steal glances in your direction. Your seat behind the camera, looking radiant and supportive, distracted him more than he anticipated. Each time his eyes met yours, he found himself grinning involuntarily, forgetting his lines momentarily.

Jake noticed Sunghoon's distraction and chuckled. "Someone's got a fan in the audience," he teased, earning a playful punch from Sunghoon.

The shoot continued, and despite Sunghoon's occasional slips, the boys managed to finish the episode. The director called for a break, and the boys gathered around, sharing laughs and high-fives. Sunghoon, however, excused himself, claiming he needed some fresh air.

With the excuse of getting some water, Sunghoon made his way towards you, the smile still lingering on his face. He approached, and before you could say anything, he engulfed you in a tight hug, whispering, "I missed you."

You couldn't help but smile, feeling the warmth of his embrace. "I missed you too. How's filming going?"

Sunghoon sighed, his eyes filled with adoration. "It's going well, but I can't focus when you're sitting there, looking all pretty and distracting."

You chuckled, running your fingers through his hair. "I'm just here to support you, silly."

He pulled away slightly, cupping your face with his hands. "Well, you're doing an excellent job at it. I love you."

"I love you too," you replied, and he sealed the sentiment with a sweet kiss. The other boys, witnessing the affectionate exchange, erupted in cheers and whistles, teasing Sunghoon once again.

As the day continued, you stayed by Sunghoon's side, watching the magic unfold on set.

When the final scene wrapped up, Sunghoon led you towards the group, his hand firmly entwined with yours. The boys erupted in cheers again, applauding the couple. Sunghoon, unperturbed by the teasing, held you close, proud to have you by his side.

As the boys piled into the company car after the shoot, you found yourself sitting next to Sunghoon. He seamlessly interlaced his fingers with yours, a subtle yet affectionate gesture that felt like second nature to both of you. The car was filled with laughter and chatter, the energy infectious as everyone basked in the afterglow of a successful shoot.

Jungwon, Heeseung, and Jay, who occupied the row in front of you, turned around and caught sight of your intertwined hands. Their grins widened as they exchanged glances, clearly thrilled by the adorable display of affection.

Heeseung nudged Jungwon, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Looks like our Ice Prince has melted, huh?"

Jungwon chuckled, leaning back to get a better view. "About time. It's heartwarming, though. Sunghoon's always so focused and composed, but with Y/n, he's a completely different person."

Sunghoon, overhearing the banter, felt his cheeks flush. He tried to play it cool, but the subtle smile on his face betrayed his embarrassment. "Alright, alright, tease me all you want. It's not a big deal."

Heeseung grinned mischievously. "Not a big deal? Dude, you're holding hands in the company car. That's practically shouting from the rooftops!"

You couldn't help but laugh at their playful banter, feeling the warmth of Sunghoon's hand in yours. Sunghoon, though slightly flustered, leaned in and kissed your cheek, a silent acknowledgment of the joy you brought into his life.

The car ride continued with laughter, jokes, and shared stories. Sunghoon, despite the teasing, couldn't wipe the smile off his face.

As the car pulled up to the company building, Sunghoon reluctantly released your hand, preparing to exit the vehicle. Jungwon, Heeseung, and Jay exchanged knowing glances again, this time offering genuine smiles.

Jungwon patted Sunghoon on the back. "You know, Sunghoon, it's refreshing to see you so happy. Don't let go of what makes you smile."

Sunghoon nodded, his eyes filled with gratitude. "I won't. Thanks, guys."

As you all stepped out of the car, the boys surrounded you, offering warm goodbyes and expressing their excitement for the next time you would visit. Sunghoon, once again by your side, beamed with pride and affection.

[blakelysco-pilot]

23 for both of your pairings please!

Thank you for requesting this, sweet nonnie, and for being so patient while I got this done.

prompt from this list

18+ under the cut; minors DNI

Ev & Val

23. “Relax, I’ve got you.”

Breaths were harsh; deep inhales and sharp exhales, the nose of Just A Snappin fogged up as Val clung to Everett. Working her through her second, no, third orgasm of the night, he couldn’t help but admire the way she looked in the dim light, the moon giving just enough cover for him to see her, to appreciate her body laid out for him. His jacket was balled up under her head, her dark curls spilling over the green fabric as she gripped it with one hand, the other secured behind his neck. 

“I…Ev, I can’t…”

“Shh, you’re okay, I’m right here baby.”

He slowed his hips, his hands sliding up behind her back until he found enough leverage to pull her up, sitting her in his lap. Her arms wrapped around his neck tightly, her face buried in the crook of his shoulder. Her chest pressed against his he could feel her heart hammering against her ribs as she came down from her high. 

“Relax, I’ve got you.” He soothed. 

“Hmm, okay…” 

It took him a moment to realize she was crying, panic suddenly filling his chest at the thought of possibly hurting her.  Carefully, he tipped her face up from his shoulder, and his heart almost shattered at the sight of the tears pooling in the corners of her eyes, her red lips stretched into a smile. 

“Honey…”

“I don’t know why I’m crying,” A laugh punched from her chest, shaking her head vigorously. “It’s just, god, I’ve never felt like this before.”

“Neither have I…” He gently smoothed her hair back, hand cupping her jaw as he guided her mouth to his. “You’re it for me, Val.”

“Ev…”

“Want this with you forever, if you’ll have me.”

“Are you proposing?” She raised an eyebrow, fixing him with a look. 

“No, not yet. Just, giving you a heads up.” He grinned, shifting her in his lap, momentarily forgetting he was still buried inside of her. 

“Oh!” Her gasp filled the plane, and he grinned devilishly. 

“Think you can give me one more?”

“Oh baby, She kissed him deeply. “I can give you forever.”

Rosie & Jo

23. “Relax, I’ve got you.”

The room is suddenly entirely too warm, and he’s not sure when it started, but he can hear the pounding of his heart in his ears. Why is he so nervous? He served two tours, flew 52 missions, and made it out of Russia alive; this should not scare him and yet… Yet, it’s having Jo so close to where he’s dreamed of having her that’s causing his head to spin as if he had been drinking all night. Suddenly he was home and everything they had promised each other while he was gone was coming true. He had prepared for this in words, and in theory, for years it had been a romance between the pages. Now, the pages were gone. 

When they had gone out that night, they both knew where they had wanted the evening to go; now that he was down to his boxers, and she was standing in front of him in just her nightgown, the reality of it had him worrying. And he couldn’t figure out why. 

“Robbie?” Her voice sounded far away, but he knew she was close because he could feel her hands in his, her thumbs drawing gentle circles against his palms. 

“Hmm, I’m right here…”

“I know you’re here, honey, but you’re white as a sheet.”

“I am?”

“Yes, do you feel alright?”

“Yea, I feel alright, I promise.”

Her right hand slipped from his grasp and came up to cup his cheek, her thumb gently rubbing back and forth. Soothing him into a state of relaxation, and causing him to momentarily forget what had his head so foggy in the first place. He was responsible for making sure she enjoyed tonight, that she felt good, and most importantly that he didn’t hurt her. 

“Robbie, honey, are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yea, I just… no, I’m fine.”

“Come here,” gently, she tugged him to the bed, sitting down on the edge, she waited for hin to take a seat next to her. “Talk to me, what’s going on?”

“Aren’t you nervous?” He all but blurted out. 

“Of course I’m nervous!”

“Then how are you so calm?”

“Because I’m with you, and I trust you.”

“You trust me not to hurt you?”

“Robbie, I trust you with my life,” Jo smiled, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “I know you would never intentionally hurt me. Is that what you’re worried about?”

“Yes…” He sighed. 

Nodding, Jo stood from the bed and moved to stand in front of him. Taking his hands in hers, she pulled him up to his feet before wrapping him in her arms and fitting her lips over his. Her fingers carded through his mused curls, the pomade all but gone, until she reached the nape of his neck. Softly, she pulled back, her forehead resting against his as she caught her breath, his chest rising and falling in time with hers. 

Jo let her lips trail softly from his lips, up and across his cheek, until she reached his ear. Nipping at his earlobe gently, with a soft tug to the pliant flesh, she chose her next words carefully. She hoped that she could convey the message to him, so that he knew that tonight they would take care of each other. 

“Relax,” she whispered. “I’ve got you and you’ve got me. We’ll figure this out together.”

“Together…” Rosie smiled. 

[trashyswitch]

Once Upon a Silly Game

⚠️Slight spoilers of Chuckles the Clown and the Witchlight Carnival...but it's mainly just fun.⚠️

Frost, Gricko, Gideon and Kremy are all sitting, chilling out at the Witchlight Carnival. They start up a game of 'Would You Rather' that quickly gets derailed when Chuckles the Clown joins momentarily. Just pure chaos begins to ensue both in-game, and outside the game due to Chuckles/Mikey and Gideon/Mace's childish shenanigans.

More fanfics about a fandom I just started obsessing over...because you can't spell TrashySwitch without Switch... Regardless, I hope you enjoy. This fandom desperately needed some tickle fanfics, and I'm here to provide because I'm internet trash who must indulge in the stupidity.

(Thanks anon for correcting me on Mikey's name spelling!)

Gideon and Kremy had been friends for ages by this point. They’d been through thick and thin, and had seen each other at their worst as well as their best. One of the things that Kremy and Gideon had in common, was their love for each other. Was this love intimate? Was this love platonic? Or was this love something in between? Who knows at this point. All that was known was that Frosty and Gricko had been keeping tallies of their bromantic moments. 

And as of right now, they were up to number 29 in their tally list. 

“Hey Kremy: Dogs? Or cats?” Gideon asked him. 

Kremy raised an eyebrow. “Uhhh…neither. I prefer unicorns.” 

Gideon froze for a moment, and hung his head. “Right…” 

Kremy laughed. “You know this!” 

“I forgot, okay?!” Gideon yelled. 

Kremy’s jaw dropped. “How could you forget that?! I mention it every other sentence!” He reacted. “I even mention it when I introduce myself!” 

Frost smiled a bit. “He really does.” 

“I know that, I just wanted to know which one you’d prefer if we got a pet.” Gideon admitted. 

“Is that a new goal for you or something?” Kremy asked. 

“I mean…It could be.” Gideon replied. 

“Alright. What about you? Do you prefer dogs? Or cats?” Kremy asked him next. 

“I don’t know. I think a dog might be cool. Cause what can cats even do?” Gideon mentioned. 

“*Ahem*?” Frost cleared his throat to make himself clearly known. 

Gideon looked up at Frost, and chuckled awkwardly. “No offense.” 

“All taken.” Frost replied. 

[The group bursted out laughing. “Poor Frost…” Nikkie muttered.] 

“Alright, alright.” Kremy replied, writing it down. “Your turn.” 

Gideon raised an eyebrow. “My turn? For what?” 

“To ask a question.” Kremy replied. 

“Right, okay.” He thought for a moment. “Uhhh…Flowers? Or chocolates?” Gideon asked next. 

Kremy smiled a bit. “Why? You planning a date or something?” He asked, elbowing Gideon. 

“Wha- No! I’m just…curious.” Gideon replied. 

[“Oooooh, are we looking at some future Coalecroux moments?” Nikkie teased.

“What?!” Mace reacted. 

“Is that what the shipname’s called?!” Richie asked. 

“Yup!” Nikkie replied. 

“Oh god…” Mace muttered, covering his face with his hands. 

“Before we continue…Can I bring Chuckles into this?’ Mikey asked Nikkie, the DM. 

Nikkie bursted out laughing and clapped her hands. “Sure! Sure, go ahead!”]

“I just wanted to know!” Gideon tried to argue. 

‘Oh suuuuure~’ He heard from the dreaded clown that haunted his mind, Chuckles.

Gideon groaned. “NoooOO!” He covered his ears. “Shut up, Chuckles!” Gideon yelled. 

Gricko smirked. “I have a feeling he’s saying what we’re all thinking.” He teased. 

[The group all bursted out laughing due to the silly coincidence of both Chuckles and Gricko being voiced by the same dnd player.] 

Gideon facepalmed before turning to Kremy. “J-Just answer the question.” He ordered. 

“Hmmmm…You answer first.” Kremy told Gideon. 

“Wait, what?! Why me?!” Gideon reacted. 

“I wanna hear your response first!” Kremy admitted. 

Gideon frowned slightly. “That’s not how this works, Kremy.” He muttered. 

“Well, screw the rules. You answer first. Flowers? Or chocolates?” Kremy asked him. 

Gideon grumbled a little bit, before sighing. “Well…If you must know…” He cleared his throat. “F-flowers.” 

Kremy widened his eyes. “Really?!” His jaw had dropped almost to the floor. “You’re a flower guy?!” 

Gideon looked down, his face growing more red than his skin. “Y-Yeah…Shutup.” 

Frost looked Gideon up and down, and smiled. “I can see it.” 

Gideon looked at Frost out of the corner of his eye. “...thankyou…” 

Kremy laughed a little bit before tapping his shoulder. “It’s okay. I prefer chocolates, but that’s just me.” 

‘Oooooh, I think someone’s in looooove~’ Chuckles teased. 

Gideon groaned again, and covered his face. 

Chuckles laughed. ‘Next thing you know, you’ll be laying in a hammock in the gazebo under the pretty blue moonlight. You’ll be covering each other with kisses-’ 

[Mikey pretends to ‘make out’ with himself.]

‘Maybe even tickling each other a little bit-’

[Mikey wiggles his fingers playfully.] 

‘-Before falling asleep in each other’s arms till the beautiful sun starts to rise.” Chuckles teased. ‘Sounds like the most perfect little first date, don’t you think?’ Chuckles asked him. 

Gideon was rendered speechless…so speechless, that he didn’t even hear Kremy’s next question. 

Kremy looked at Frost and Gricko. “Uhhh…” He turned to Gideon. “Hello?” Kremy waved his hand in front of his eyes. “Gid?” 

“Is Chuckles talking to you again?” Frost asked him. 

Gideon was staring straight onward, still horrified, and flustered by Chuckle’s idea of a late-night date. It sounded like something out of a cheesy romance book. But Gideon slowly snapped himself out of it. “Uhhhh- Yeah. Yeah, he is.” He replied. 

“What did he say?” Kremy asked. 

Gideon tried to think of a way to condense Chuckle’s words. As much as he hated the cheesy romance idea, something in his description did help Gideon think of an idea…

“He…accused me of being in love…” Gideon admitted. 

Kremy smiled a little bit. “Awww…” 

“Makes sense.” Frost added. 

Gideon raised his index finger. “And…he brought up an idea of what to ask you next.” Gideon admitted. 

“Oh, okay. But first you gotta answer my question.” Kremy mentioned. 

“Right, right. What was it again?” Gideon asked him. 

“I asked if you prefer a bricked house, or a wooden house.” Kremy admitted. 

“Oh. Bricked, actually. If the house were wood, I may accidentally burn it down.” Gideon admitted. 

“Yeah, I agree. Brick looks nicer too. Though I wouldn’t mind some wooden accents on the outer part of the house…” Kremy admitted. 

Frost smiled. “Makes sense. You always had a sense of style.” He mentioned. 

“Indeed I do~” Kremy declared, adjusting his bowtie. 

“It’s a shame all your confidence will be thrown out the window the moment I ask the next question…” Gideon admitted with a laugh. 

“Oh yeah? And why’s that?” Kremy asked him, giving him the side-eye. 

“Oho, you’ll see.” Gideon was smirking somewhat evilly. “Only thing is, this question will break the ‘one over the other’ rule we decided earlier.” Gideon added. 

“Okay…Bring it on.” Kremy replied, picking up his drink. 

“Alright.” Gideon cleared his throat. “Are you ticklish? And if so, what’s your worst spot?” Gideon asked. 

[The group bursted out laughing, with Mace’s laughter audibly towering over everyone else’s. 

“Oh shit! I didn’t realize you’d go for that! I thought you meant the cuddling thing!” Mikey admitted. 

“Yeah? Well maybe I wanna have some fun with this.” Mace told him. 

“Aw, come on!” Richie threw his hands. “At my expense?!” Richie asked. 

“Yeah!” Mace replied rather abruptly. 

Nikkie laughed. “I think you just wanted a reason to tickle Richie.” 

Mace smirked a little and shrugged his shoulders before laughing a little. 

Richie laughed and shook his head. “Kremy chokes on his drink, and lowers his cup. He has no idea how to react.” Richie told them with a laugh. “All he can say is-”] 

“Uhhhhh…” Kremy muttered. 

“Oooh~” Gricko giggled. “This I gotta hear.” He took a swig of his own drink. 

Frost smirked slightly. “It’s a simple question, Kremy.” Frost teased in his usual monotone voice. “It’s a yes or no question.” 

“Well, the first half.” Gricko added. 

“I-I know, I know.” Kremy cleared his throat, putting his drink down. “It just threw me off guard, that’s all.” Kremy admitted. 

Gideon’s smile grew. “So?” He laughed a bit. “You gonna answer me? Or are ya gonna plead the fifth?” Gideon asked with a laugh.

Kremy thought for a moment. “Well…” He fiddled with his crocodile fingers. “Y-Yes, I’ll answer you. I am ticklish.” 

Gideon widened his eyes. “Wait, really?!” He reacted. 

‘Oh my! What a craaaaazy turn of events~!’ Chuckles reacted with a laugh. 

“Is that really true?!” Gideon asked. 

“Yeah. Why?” Kremy muttered. 

Gideon shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know! Just…I never would’ve expected that.” He admitted. “It’s just…You seem so put-together, that I never imagined you’d have a weakness like that.” Gideon admitted. 

“Hmm…And your worst spot?” Frost asked next, showing a toothy smile. 

Kremy sighed. “Right…” He took off his top hat and scratched the back of his head. “My worst spot is my belly…” He admitted. 

“Oooooh!” Chuckles did what he always did best: He chuckled. ‘Hey Gideon, you should try it out! Just to be absolutely sure.’ Chuckles suggested, elbowing him playfully. 

[Mikey playfully reached his elbow out in an attempt to elbow Mace.] 

Gideon smirked slightly. “Well…” Gideon rolled up his white sleeves. “Chuckles has a point. So you can blame him for this.”

[“I start tickling Kremy, specifically going for his worst spot.” Mace told him, side-eyeing Richie. “And because Richie isn’t the best at laughing on cue,” Mace starts repeatedly squeezing Richie’s belly. “I’m gonna be tickling him myself so it’s more convincing.” Mace told the group, as well as the camera. This made Derek, Mikey, and Nikkie laugh almost excitedly as Richie’s noticeably quiet, yet wheezy laughter filled the room.] 

Kremy jumped and cackled. “aaAHAHAHA! GIHIHID YOU AHAHAHASS!” Kremy yelled at him. 

“Damn! Such language, for someone so ticklish.” Gideon teased, before looking at Frost and Gricko as he pointed to Kremy. “Can you believe this guy?!” 

Frost chuckled. “I mean, I don’t blame him.” 

“But he should’ve seen it coming!” Gideon mentioned. 

“Well yeah, but I’m sure anyone would’ve reacted the same way.” Frost admitted. “I mean, I wouldn’t have, but I’m sure there’s many others who-”

[“aAASHIT!” Derek suddenly straightened his back and attempted to slap the hand. 

Mikey giggled almost manically while everyone else laughed at the hilarious moment. Nikkie covered up her face with her blanket, while Mace stopped tickling Richie the moment he saw Derek’s reaction.

“Oh my god…” Derek muttered breathlessly, holding his own chest. “Mikey!” He reacted, pushing Mikey’s shoulder away. 

“Whaaaat?” Mikey reacted, taking the push like it was nothing while pretending he was completely innocent. 

“Now THAT…was awesome.” Mace reacted. 

Derek took in a couple more breaths. “Is that part of the story now?” Derek asked. 

Nikkie laughed a bit. “I’d say so. Let’s say it is.” She replied. 

Derek sighs. “Alright. Frost lets out a cat-like yelp as his fur fluffs up. He’s caught completely off guard by the…squeeze, I guess…and doesn’t even realize he had contradicted himself yet.” He explained.] 

“Gricko!” Frost yelled. 

“Sorry Frost. I just couldn’t resist!” Gricko admitted. 

Gideon was smiling somewhat widely. He had stopped tickling Kremy, and was staring at Frost. “Wait…Frost’s ticklish too!?” Gideon asked. 

“Oh, Frost?! No no no, he’s more than just ‘ticklish’.” Gricko reacted. 

“Gricko, don’t you dare!” Frost warned him in a slightly louder version of his monotone voice. 

“He is?! How have I never known this?!” Gideon asked. 

“That’s a mystery in and of itself!” Gricko reacted. 

Frost looked almost panicked. “Gricko-!” 

“Cause every little touch in the typical spots, makes Frost fall over and cackle like an idiot.” Gricko told them. 

Gideon smirked. “Oh, please tell.” He encouraged. 

“Okay!” Gricko crawled himself up to Frost’s feet. 

And just as Frost feared, everyone’s attention was on him the moment he felt scratches against his lower paws. “aAAHahAHA!” Frost instinctively kicked his foot. 

“See? Just the smallest touch will drive him absolutely wild!” Gricko traced a single finger around the tabaxi’s paw pad. Only this one little trace was enough to make Frost throw his head back with a surprised cackle. 

[Knowing that feet was not a good idea to show on stream, Mikey had squeezed a few of Derek’s ribs, making Derek show off almost the exact same reaction.] 

Gideon and Kremy both widened their eyes in shock. “Damn dude!” Gideon reacted. 

“Holy shit!” Kremy laughed a little bit, and covered his mouth. “I can’t believe I'm saying this, but I think you might be worse than Gideon!” Kremy reacted. 

Gideon turned to Kremy with a look of betrayal. “What?! Hey!” 

“Oh yeah?” Gricko asked, before fluttering his green fingers against the small bit of fur against the toe pads. 

Frost wheezed. “GAHAHA- DAMMIHIHIT!” He covered his mouth and let out a desperate, slightly muffled “GRICKO!” through his paws. Not only that, but Frost also had to physically stop himself from kicking his little friend for fear of hurting him. 

[Derek reacted relatively the same way, only he was curling in on himself and trying to prevent himself from falling out of his chair.] 

“Yeah! Gid’s got a few sensitive spots, but it’s not quite as bad as Frost.” Kremy mentioned. 

“What’s your problem, man?!” Gideon argued. “I’m literally right here!” 

Kremy smirked slightly and scratched his little gator fingers against his neck. “I know. And it’s a good thing you are…cause this fact just wouldn’t be complete without proof.” Kremy teased. 

[Mace let out a jumpy yelp as he quickly tried to cover up his own neck. “Duhude!” He reacted. 

Richie looked at the others as he tried to tickle him. “Hold still, Mace! I’m trying to get you back.” Richie ordered. 

Mikey laughed as he paused his own ticklish onslaught. “I mean, you kinda brought this upon yourself. You started the whole thing.” He reminded him. 

“Ihihi’m gonna kihill yohohou.” Mace tried to fight Richie and tickle him back. Unsurprisingly, Mace would go for his stomach, which made Richie abandon ship almost immediately.

Meanwhile, Derek started trying to tickle Mikey back. But when it didn’t work, Derek quickly remembered something: Mikey wasn’t ticklish! Or at least, not in the typical spots Derek was trying to go for. And with that rediscovered, Mikey pulled Derek’s arm out, and attacked his ribs all over again, leaving Derek in almost hysterics. 

Nikkie shook her head with a sigh. “You know what?” Nikkie looked at the camera with an amused, yet slightly annoyed look on her face. “I think a break is in order.” She told the audience. 

And so a short break was put into effect. The boys were able to get all their giggles out, and Nikkie was able to steer the story back into the right direction.]

[badassbuchanan]

Making Amends

Plot: Bucky walks back into your life, and with it, your past, along with all the feelings that were there.

Warnings: smut; tfatws!bucky, i never know how to end fics, heartbreak, tension, love making, unprotected sex.

Word Count: 5908

A/N: It’s 12am and I definitely did not proof read this - I take responsibility for any and all mistakes

Okay so with Bucky they used to be together when he was the winter soldier but then he just up and left without a trace so she married into riches but her husband died?! So now she lives alone in a big ol house

“Excuse me, Y/N.” The soft voice caught the woman’s attention as it echoed through the room. Y/N looked up, noticing the petite, older maid standing in the dimly lit wooden frame of the doorway.

“What is it Mary?” Y/N gave her a welcoming smile, looking up at the maid expectantly as she sat up a little straighter in the grand armchair. She delicately folded in the corner of the page of the mystery novel she was reading before neatly placing it down on the side table next to her.

“I do apologise for bothering you at this hour, but you have a visitor.” Y/N noticed the way Mary played nervously with her apron, her unusual jitteriness aroused suspicion in Y/N. Y/N listened intently as she took her reading glasses from her face, placing them on top of her book. “I told him to come back another time, but he’s quite persistent.” She noticed Mary look down the hall to her left as she spoke, as if being intimidated by a figure that was unseen to Y/N. Something definitely wasn’t right.

“He?” Y/N’s ears perked up as a warm flush of both anxiety and excitement washed over her body. She quickly moved to wrap the silk dressing gown tighter around her body, hiding the lace trimmed nightgown she wore underneath. No. It couldn’t be him.

“Yes, he…he said you’d want to-“ The figure of a man emerged in front of Mary, cutting her sentence off. Y/N froze from where she sat, her heart stopping momentarily as she watched a secret part of her past walk into the room. James Buchanan Barnes. The Winter Soldier. Her first lover. Her partner in crime. Her everything. Here. After all this time. After all the heartbreak. She hadn’t seen Bucky since he’d abandoned her late one night while she slept, disappearing without a trace. She searched for him, terrified that one of his enemies had caught up to him. She spent night after night awake hoping that he’d walk back through the door, but he didn’t. He never came back for her.

She had to stop her heart from leaping out of her chest as she sat there, speechless. All of their memories flooded through her mind. Their first kiss. Their first mission. Their first time having sex. The adventures. The soft touches. The sweet nothings. The plans they made. The heartache. The pain. The agonising months spent trying to forget him. 

“Bucky.” Her voice cracked as she took in his changed appearance, looking him up and down. He’d cut his hair. His once clean shaven face now covered in stubble. His eyes seemed softer. He looked older.

Bucky’s chest heaved beneath his leather jacket, noticing the pain in Y/N’s eyes. He glanced down at his hands as he slipped off his gloves, a sigh leaving his lips as he second guessed his decision to come here. Damn his therapist and her stupid idea to make peace with his past. 

“Thank you.” Bucky nodded towards Mary, signalling for her to leave. Poor Mary looked like she would burst into tears at any moment, terrified of both being told off by Y/N for letting this happen and of being killed by the intimidating visitor. She looked over at Y/N for guidance, not wanting to leave her alone without her consent. Y/N nodded reassuringly with a soft smile at Mary, who’s eyes softened with worry as she quickly moved out of the doorframe, obeying Y/N’s wishes as she shut the door behind her.

Bucky turned his head back towards Y/N, his gorgeous blue eyes making her heart skip a beat. She dropped her head from his gaze, her cheeks heating up as she forced herself to ignore the way he made her stomach flutter with butterflies. “Y/N.” He smiled softly, sensing the trepidation extruding from her as he stepped further into the room, placing his gloves down on the coffee table.

Bucky grumbled to himself as she ignored him, the reality of facing her was a lot harder than he ever imagined it would be. His eye caught view of the teapot sitting on the silver tray, leaning down to pour himself a cup silently to buy himself some time.

Y/N scoffed with a roll of her eyes at his confidence to make himself at home, shaking her head as she felt her eyes getting slightly teary. “Help yourself.” She spat sarcastically as she avoided his gaze, resting her body back against the chair.

Bucky chanced a quick look up at her before lifting the teacup to his lips, sipping the half cold liquid. He chose to ignore her comment, he deserved it, and so much more. “You been keeping well?”

She bit the inside of her cheeks as she kept quiet, keeping up the heartless facade for as long as she could. She refused to let him know how much it pained her to see him, how much she still longed for the kind of love that they’d once shared.

“I think about you a lot, Y/N.” Bucky broke the silence as he placed the teacup onto the table, slumping down onto the couch opposite her, spreading his legs as he adjusted the leather jacket to make himself more comfortable. “My therapist says it actually seems to help with my nightmares.” He continued, a pout on his lips as he cupped his hands together, relaxing into the chair.

“You have a therapist?” She raised her eyebrows accusingly, crossing her arms over her body as she felt her heart beat quicken with anger. Her blood boiled as she watched him sitting there as if he hadn’t broken her heart. 

Bucky raised his eyebrow as a response, a subtle nod of his head as he clenched his jaw. “It’s a condition of my pardon.” He spoke matter-of-factly as he shrugged his shoulders. He hated this. He hated how shut off she’d made herself. He hated having to play the part of an asshole, knowing her well enough to know it was the only way to keep her talking.

“She’s got me going through this amends list,” He mumbled with a sigh of exasperation, letting his head rest against the back of the couch. “she’s even given me three rules to to obey in the process.” He let out a chuckle of amusement as he mocked the Doctor’s orders. 

Y/N let out a sigh of aggravation, rubbing her fingers against her temple as she closed her eyes. it was too late in the night for her to handle this kind of emotional turmoil. “Bucky, why are you-”

“The first rule is that I can’t do anything illegal.” He cut her off, he didn’t want to have to answer her questions. Questions he didn’t know the answers to. He shifted quickly to sit forward in his seat, picking up the teacup to take another sip of his tea. He noticed her make no effort to cut him off, his plan was working. “The second is that nobody gets hurt.” He smirked as he looked down at the cold liquid, swirling it around in the cup.

Y/N crossed her legs as she sat forward, leaning in to listen to his speech as she kept her eyes focused on her fingers. She noticed the slight tan line on her ring finger, where her wedding band once sat, a million thoughts filling her mind. Bucky wasn’t the only one that had to make amends with his past. He wasn’t the only one that had tried to move on. 

Bucky sensed her walls crumbling as she got used to his presence again. He lifted his eyes as he placed his teacup on the table once more, his eyes lifting to her body, admiring her as he always had done. He’d left to protect her. To save her from the inevitable doom they faced as assassins. He was terrified of not being in control of his own mind. He was terrified of hurting her. Something he’d ended up doing anyway.

He never stopped thinking about her. Ever. It didn’t matter where he was or what he was doing, he always thought about her. Like everything else that was going on around him was just noise, a distraction keeping him from her. With everyday that passed the longing to be with her seemed to grow. Without her, all he had was war, assassination, fights, destruction, death. Without her, that’s the only thing he had to focus on. 

“Do you remember the first time we went on a mission together?” Bucky smiled softly, feeling his heart thud against his chest as the memories flooded through his mind, bringing back all the emotion. 

Y/N’s eyes welled with tears as she swallowed the lump in her throat, the tension in the room rising so high she found it hard to breathe. “I told you I’d die for you.” She relived the memory in her mind, her head spinning as she smiled so subtly that it was unnoticeable to Bucky. After that first mission, she’d seen the worst of Bucky. She’d seen him as the heartless Hydra assassin. She’d seen that he was just as broken as her, and she fell in love with him in that moment.

Bucky’s stomach fluttered with butterflies, a fire of hope igniting inside of him as she slowly started opening up to him. “and I told you that you’d never have to.” He added with a shaky breath, his metal fingers tapping anxiously against his thigh. One wrong move and he’d be shoved from the room and out of her life for good. “Because I’d kill anyone that even looked at you the wrong way.” He chuckled softly at the memory, remembering so vividly how bright she’d made his dark world in that moment.

They sat in silence for a moment, both lost in the memory of each other. In a time where they’d had little control of their minds, with what Hydra was forcing the super soldier’s to do, they found refuge in each other. They found love in the darkest place, a love so rare and beautiful. A love that was impossible to get over.

“And you did,” Y/N’s voice dropped to almost a whisper, clenching her jaw to fight back the tears as she sat there, hurt and angry. How dare he come back into her life without warning, bringing up all of their precious memories that it had taken her a lifetime to forget. “Until you left.”

Bucky closed his eyes as he fought off the reminder. He’d woken up from a nightmare, his body glistening with sweat, his metal hand tightly wrapped around her throat. She was sleeping peacefully next to him, as she always did. It wasn’t the first time he’d choked her in her sleep. But there was a fear in his eyes, born from the lack of control that caused him to never want to hurt her again. He couldn’t help his nightmares, he couldn’t stop the lack of control he had over his mind. The only thing he could do was leave. To let her carry on with her life, without him.

“Do you miss me?” Bucky asked suddenly, his eyes opening to watch her intently. He had spent the last few years fighting to find a way to get back control of his mind, a small glimmer of hope alive in his heart that they’d find their way back to each other somehow, and he’d be fixed when they did. 

She shook her head, a small ironic chuckle passed her lips as his words cut through her like a knife. “Don’t.” She whispered sadly, the loneliness of the last few years engulfing her body. He’d been on her mind everyday. She’d always hoped he’d somehow find her, that he’d bring back the love he ripped from her. “Don’t do that.” She sighed softly, blinking rapidly to stop her tears from flowing down her face. Even when she’d tried to move on, live a normal life, marry a wealthy man who adored her, she felt nothing. When her husband passed away suddenly, leaving to her his whole estate, she felt nothing. She’d never been able to feel anything, apart from when she was with Bucky. “Don’t come here, after all these years, acting like nothing hap-”

“Answer the question.” He demanded with a tone of frustration as his metal fist slammed against the coffee table, desperate to hear her say it. He’d lived without her for long enough, the fear of losing her again was too much to bare. He could tell she was losing control by the way her lips pursed together, trying to maintain her strong appearance.

“What do you want from me?” She sighed in defeat, hesitant to opening herself back up to being hurt again. She felt his warmth from across the table, the familiarity of him was something that brought her comfort, and something she desperately craved more of.

“Yes or no, Y/N, do you miss me?” He kept his eyes focused on her intensely, his jaw clenching as he watched her break. Bucky knew exactly what he was doing. He knew he was her weakness. He knew that she couldn’t say no to him. “Because if it’s a no, I will walk out that door and never come back.”

“Yes.” She whispered shakily, the fear of him leaving proved too much as the room fell completely silent. “I miss you, okay. I’ve always missed you. It took me a lifetime try and get over you leaving, to forget you and to be honest Buck, I’m still not sure it worked. I miss you every single day and it kills me inside. Are you happy now?” 

“No,” Bucky spoke back instantly, his face as straight as an arrow as he rested his back against the chair. He watched single a tear slowly roll down her cheek, her eyes closing as her head dropped in defeat. “Come and whisper it to me.” 

If there was one thing she knew about Bucky, it was that he wouldn’t stop until he got his way. She sighed as a sign of surrender, standing to her feet as she self consciously adjusted her dressing gown to cover her body.

She slowly padded over to stand in front of him, her heart racing as she chanced a glance up at his face. His features looked even more beautiful up close, her hands itching to reach out and touch him. She fiddled with her fingers nervously, cautiously leaning towards him, breathing in his intoxicating scent as her lips gently brushed against his ear lobe. “I still miss you, James.” I whispered.

She let her lips linger close to his skin for longer than necessary. She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but yet she still made no effort to move. Bucky’s hot breath tickled her neck as she closed her eyes, her head spinning in a euphoria of his presence. It was something she could never tire of, something that made her drunk, something that left her addicted.

She riskily turned her head to face his, their breathing the only sound breaking the silence as her hand slid up to hold onto the metal of his shoulder outside of his leather jacket. Bucky tested the boundaries, following her movements as he turned his head to face her, their lips almost brushing.

Y/N gulped as her tongue brushed over her lips, her eyebrows arching in anticipation as her eyes flickered between his lips and his eyes. She needed him. All of him. 

“Don’t take it away from me now.” Y/N begged in a whisper against his lips, her fingers digging into his shoulder as she felt him shuffle to the edge of the seat. His eyes didn’t leave hers as he moved, his metal hand lifting cautiously to rest gently on her hip. Bucky’s heart fluttered with happiness, her longing for his love and affection making him feel euphoric. He’d longed for the day to have her wrapped up in his arms again, to have her soft skin on his.

“I miss you, doll.” Bucky whispered against her lips, causing her heart and tummy to flutter as she admired him with doe eyes, like he was the only thing in the world. His words marked the tipping point, her self control demolished as she nudged her face against his, connecting their lips for what felt like the first time. 

Bucky wasted no time in kissing her back gently, both of them lost in the desperation of making the most of every second. He naturally took control, his flesh hand lifting to cup her cheek as she let her hand drift to the back of his neck. All of their memories came flooding like a tidal wave through their minds, their passion just as intense as when they were together, almost as though nothing had changed, as if he’d never left. 

Bucky pulled her down into his lap as he sat back against the couch, tilting his head to deepen the kiss as he wrapped his arms around her body, feeling as much of her body as he could get his hands on. She adjusted her thighs to straddle his lap, ignoring the way her nightie rode up her thighs, revealing more of her silky flesh to the super soldier. The sudden intimacy didn’t scare her, it didn’t make her feel vulnerable or exposed. With Bucky, she felt safe. She felt loved. She felt like nothing could ever bring her harm.

Bucky’s breathing hitched as she bravely rocked her hips down to meet his, feeling his bulge rub against her thinly clothed pussy. Y/N let out a soft moan, feeling herself already coming apart for him, only ever getting so aroused for Bucky.

Bucky reacted to every slight movement of her body, using his grip on her hips to pull her even closer to him. Their chests pressed together as her hands cupped the sides of his neck, a hum of satisfaction erupted from her lips as they continued to softly kiss.

Y/N felt her arousal drench onto her panties from the familiar feeling of his big cock pressing achingly against her core. Their tongues played as they desperately grabbed at each other’s bodies, both craving the raw love they could only get from each other.

Y/N slid her hands down his chest as she pulled back from the kiss, her pupils glazed over with lust as they both caught their breaths. Bucky stared her down, his lips parted, his chest heaving as he panted. He was slightly nervous that she’d changed her mind until he watched her tug on the rope of her dressing gown, letting it slip off of her body and onto the floor. Bucky groaned softly, feeling his cock twitch, desperate the feel her wet walls clenching around him. He used the opportunity to admire her body, running his hands over her thighs and up under her nightie. His flesh fingertips burned into her bare skin, his metal digits like ice as she rocked her hips back and forth slowly, keeping her eyes locked on his.

Bucky breathed out shakily, leaning up to reconnect their lips as he ran his hands over the round of her ass, pulling her harder against him as he grew needier with every second. She arched her back into his touch, pressing her chest back against his as she felt the strap of her nightie drops to her shoulder, revealing a little more of her chest.

She sucked sensually on Bucky’s tongue as he let her hands roam over his sides teasingly, feeling him smile at the loving gesture. His fingers hooked into her panties, her hips jolting in response as she assisted him in making quick work to tug them down her legs.

“Not here.” She quickly moved to grab hold of his wrist, her breath shaky against his lips as her eyelids fluttered in weakness. Bucky watched curiously as she leaned back, shuffling off of his lap to stand up, holding her hand out for Bucky to take. Drunk in each other’s presence, they felt complete in a broken world, Bucky took her hand as stood up, admiring the innocent look in her eyes. Y/N used his hand to balance as she stepped out of her panties, licking her lips to conceal a cheeky smile as a thought crossed her mind. She bent down to pick up her discarded underwear, stepping closer to him as she kept her eyes on his. Bucky smirked deviously in amusement as she shoved the panties into the pocket of his leather jacket, rolling his eyes as he tried to contain how desperate he was for her.

His smile didn’t fade as he watched her turn around, following close behind her as she lead them out of the room and down the hallway.

Bucky’s hands wrapped around her waist as they reached the bottom of the stairs, forcing her to turn around and face him. “I miss you.” He whispered softly as she noticed the way his chest rose and fell rapidly, the long lost feeling of love proved overwhelming for the metal armed soldier as he pressed his lips desperately against hers, his strength making it easy for him to lift her up.

She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, whimpering into the kiss as he walked them up the grand staircase on the house. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers massaging the back of his head as she sucked on his lip seductively.

She gasped as her back hit the door, Bucky’s strength momentarily faltering as his head spun with pleasure. His hand fiddled with the handle, twisting it to open the door as he kept her wrapped around his body.

Bucky walked them over to the neatly made bed in the middle of the room, throwing her down onto the mattress as he moved to stand between her open legs.

Y/N watched as he took off his coat, his eyes focused on her body as he threw the leather jacket carelessly onto the floor. She bit her lip, her pussy clenching in need as she slowly lifted her legs to press her heels flat against the mattress. Bucky’s eyes glanced between her legs, his pupils displaying as he caught an unobstructed view of her silky, wet pussy.

“You got a new arm.” She whispered softly as her eyes ran over his metal arm, it wasn’t the same as the one she remembered. This one was black, with gold detailing, much more subtle than the red starred, silver arm she knew. She licked her lips with anticipation, mesmerised with the sleek style of his upgraded metal appendage.

Bucky’s eyes stayed glued between her legs, pressing his lips together in a hard line as he watched her mound move with every clench of her needy cunt. He hummed in response to her comment, too turned on to focus on her words as he tugged his t-shirt over his head.

Bucky’s jaw clenched as he watched her sit up, her legs staying in place as she snaked her nightie up her body at a teasingly slow pace. Bucky dropped his hands to his belt buckle, their eyes glued to each other as they removed the last of their clothing, leaving them both naked.

She reached forward, her fingers delicately tracing the part of his shoulder where his flesh fused with the metal of his arm. Bucky’s chest heaved at the delicate nature of her touch, his emotions overwhelming him as he cupped her wrist in his hand. His eyes caught her gaze as she used his grip on her arm to tug him towards her, leaning in to press her lips against his abs with delicate kisses. Bucky’s eyes fluttered shut at the feeling, his breath hitching in his throat as her lips travelled lower.

Y/N hummed against his skin, her clit throbbing for attention as Bucky took the hint, pushing her back down onto the mattress as he climbed on top of her. He cupped her jaw as he pressed his lips against hers in a passionate kiss, his hard cock pressing against her slick.

Her nails dug into his skin as her hands explored his bare flesh, whimpering into the kiss as she lifted her hips to meet his. The movement of their hips rubbing together caused a friction that caused both of them to gasp out in pleasure, hungry for more.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, bucking her hips desperately to meet his as Bucky let out a weak moan. He leaned up to press his metal hand into the mattress next to her head, his flesh hand sliding up her waist to cup her boobs, squeezing them gently.

“Bucky,” Her eyes fluttered closed as she let herself sink back into the mattress, overwhelmed with pleasure and need as she squeezed her thighs around his hips. “I need you inside of me.”

“You’ve got me.” Bucky reassured her sweetly as he restrained himself from completely letting go and fucking her hard into the mattress. There would be time for that later, but right now, they both needed to take their time, to feel each other’s love.

He let his thick cock slide up and down her folds, drenching his length in her wetness. He dropped his head to her neck, kissing her soft skin delicately as his tip nudged between her folds.

Bucky’s eyebrows arched as he tried to stay in control of his primal instincts, his hand fisting into the mattress as he let out a guttural moan. He slowly moved his hips forward, pressing his thick length into her as she gasped under him.

Her hand flew up to grip his bicep, her lips parting as her back arched from the mattress, her walls pulsing around his length. “Bucky.” She moaned out his name breathlessly as he slid deeper inside of her, his lips sloppily kissing her shoulder as he moved to thrust his cock in and out of her slowly.

His tongue swiped along her collarbone before his lips moved lower, leaving gentle kisses over her chest. “I’m no longer the winter soldier.” Bucky mumbled against her chest, licking over her nipples which sent an overwhelming wave of pleasure through her body. He lifted his head back to hers, their lips colliding as she traced every detail of his chest with her delicate fingers.

She remembered every detail of his body. Every muscle, every scar, ever definition of his perfect skin. She felt his cock buried deep inside of her, filling her up as Bucky let out a groan, his hand moving up to cup her chin as he forced her to look up at him.

Bucky stopped his movements, gazing deep into her eyes as their souls connected, an intense feeling of satisfaction filling their bodies as his lips came crashing down onto hers again. She whimpered as she pulled him closer, their chests pressing against each other as Bucky let out a desperate groan, moving his hips to fuck her.

Y/N let out a shaky cry as her fingers dug into his skin, she’d forgotten just how big his cock was. He filled her up with every thrust, breathing heavily against her lips as little moans erupted from within his throat. 

Her legs wrapped around his hips as her pussy clenched around his length, trying to accommodate his size. Y/N pecked his lips over and over soothingly as he fucked into her, the sounds of their bodies slapping together with every thrust. She poured out her love for him, the love that never went away, and he felt it, with every kiss.

Bucky’s stomach clenched as his tip nudged against her cervix, his cock throbbing as he felt how her body reacted to every one of his movements. Her tits bounced with every hard thrust of his hips, her clit rubbing against his skin as she hugged his body tight against hers.

He growled between kisses, thrusting into her so deep that the bed hit the wall with a bang every time he fucked into her. She tried to roll her hips, her body weakening under his as she chased her release that was already building in her stomach.

Bucky’s balls tightened as he slid easily in and out of her drenched pussy, in awe of the way her body was clinging to him as though she’d never let him go. He was already close to his climax, he hadn’t been with anyone since her, his cock marvelling in the feeling of being back inside of her.

“My name is James Bucky Barnes.” His balls slapped against her as he grunted the words through gritted teeth, the sound filling the room as Y/N’s mouth dropped open with a gasp of pleasure. Their breaths mixed together as Bucky’s hips stuttered, his eyes squeezing shut at the overwhelming amount of pleasure coursing through his veins.

Bucky groaned weakly as he brought his knees up to rest under hers, keeping her impaled on his cock as he dropped his mouth to her chest. Y/N bit down on her lip as her eyes mirrored the weakness of her body, watching him fuck up into her at a slower pace.

She moaned at the feeling of his lips sucking at her sensitive nubs, her eyes almost rolling back in pleasure as his tongue swirled around her hardened nipples.

“And you’re part of my efforts to make amends.” Bucky moaned at the feeling of the deeper angle, cuddling her against his chest as he fucked into her. The pair were blinded by the sheer feeling of ecstasy, nothing on earth had ever felt as good as making love to each other.

Bucky moaned as he felt his orgasm approaching, his hips jolting automatically as his metal hand flew forward to grip the wooden headboard. Y/N’s back fell against the mattress again as Bucky held her down by her hip, giving him more leverage to thrust into her with such depth she thought her legs would split in two.

“Bucky.” She breathed out shakily, arching her body into his as her head flew back to press into the pillow. Bucky’s head fell softly into the crook of her neck, his little grunts intensified by his lips on the shell of her ear.

Her hand pressed against his tummy as he pounded into her, a shiver shooting down her spine as she tried to control her impending orgasm, not wanting the night with him to end. She tugged on his hair roughly, desperately trying to feel every part of him.

Her eyes were forced open as Bucky suddenly stopped all of his movements, a look of panic washing over her face as Bucky looked down at her breathlessly. He slid his hand between her body at the mattress, supporting her back as he moved to sit back on his knees, lifting her up to keep her against his chest, his cock still deeply buried inside of her.

Y/N let out a moan at the pleasure of the new angle, clinging tightly to his body as her wetness dripped down onto his balls. Bucky pressed his lips against hers, slowly thrusting up into her as he fucked her deeper in the new position. Soft grunts left Bucky’s lips as he felt her pussy twitching around him, her clit overstimulated from the way it was rubbing against his skin.

“Bucky,” Y/N whimpered his name as a warning, her fingers digging into his skin as she looks up at him helplessly, feeling her orgasm taking over. “Hold me,” She begged softly, her eyes glazing over as wave upon wave of pleasure crashed over her body. “I’m gunna cum.” She cried loudly as her head flew back, her lips parted as her moans flowed freely for him.

Her pussy fluttered around his cock as her tits bounced with each of his thrusts, his hands holding her hips tightly to fuck her down onto him.

Waves of pleasure hit her one after the other, his eyes glued to watching her face come undone as he guided her to ride him. She felt herself tighten around him, moments away from her peak as Bucky lost control, jolting his hips erratically inside of her.

Y/N cried out in pleasure as her orgasm took over her body, her tight pussy pulsating on him as she rode out her mind blowing high. She kissed him deeply, their tongues fighting for dominance as Bucky held her in place as he fucked her through her orgasm. Bucky’s face fell into her neck with a loud moan, the feeling of her pussy throbbing around his cock proving too good as he felt his warm cum spurting deep inside of her. She sighed in relief as Bucky grunted, satisfied with the loaded waves of his cum that was filling her hole.

He dropped her back onto the bed, collapsing on top of her, both of them an exhausted, fucked out mess. Bucky moaned at the euphoric feeling, keeping her close as he spun them over so that his back was lying on the mattress with her on his chest.

She turned her head to face him as they both tried to catch their breaths, smiling sweetly as she kissed his swollen lips. She cupped his sharp jaw, pecking his lips over and over, his dick still buried deep inside of her sensitive pussy.

“Was that all this was?” She whispered after a moment of silence, her fingers tracing the metal infused skin of his shoulder as she pressed her lips to his once more. “Just part of your therapeutic methods of making amends?”

Bucky’s heart ached at the thought of her thinking he’d just used her like that, he hated himself for ever making her think he was capable of such a thing. “No. That’s not all it was.” Bucky mumbled against her lips as he sighed sadly, his eyes softening as he cupped her jaw. “I love you, Y/N.” Bucky whispered shakily with a hopeful smile, his words causing her to freeze. She’d never expected to hear him say that, not even after what they just did. “I always have and I always will.” His thumb rubbed soothingly over her cheek, taking the time to admire her beauty.

“I love you too.” She admitted vulnerably, swallowing the lump in her throat she hadn’t even known was there. She didn’t know why he’d left her, she didn’t know why he’d been so hard to forget. She didn’t know why he’d waited all this time to come back, she didn’t know if he was telling the truth or feeding her lies. In a world of disaster and uncertainty all she did know was that she loved him.

“I just have one question, Bucky.” She spoke with a curious tone, shuffling to rest her head on his chest as her fingers traced over his metal shoulder, admiring the intricate beauty. “How did you know which room was my bedroom?”

Bucky’s heart sunk into his stomach, a shy blush of pink hitting his cheeks as he gave her a guilty smile. Y/N couldn’t help but watch with amusement, his shy side was rare to see, and something that she never took for granted. “I may have stopped by your house once or twice before, just to make sure you were safe.”

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Dear Future.

Mikey x Reader ft. Draken, Emma, Takemichy, Mitsuya, Pah-chin

Requested by @klaudia077

Word count: 1.7k

Note: Everyone in this fic is an adult. Since 12 years have passed. Plus I had to reread that chapter, Iー

Warning ⚠️ Contains heavy spoilers from the manga. Plus spelling and grammar errors.

The chime rings as you press your finger against the doorbell. You stand with Mikey hands full of groceries, you glance to your right and see Mikey standing beside you. When your eyes catch his, he gives you a small smile. You can tell he was excited.

The front door opens to reveal Emma, who was dressed casually. "Mikey!" She exclaims as he pulls the raven haired man into a hug, he smiles while returning the embrace. She pulls away from her brother and envelops you into a hug, "I'm so glad you came (Y/N)-chan...!" "Of course, it's great to see you again Emma, we brought some stuff!" You reply with a giggle slowly pulling away from her. "Come in come in!" She ushers both you and Mikey inside, before leading you to the living room.

"Yo Mikey (Y/N)."

As three of you entered the living room, you were greeted with a sight that instantly made your heart soften. There sitting on the sofa was Draken and in his arms was his beautiful daughter, Mirai. She was a small precious thing so small compared to her father's figure. Emma approaches Draken before pressing a kiss to his forehead, before cooing at her daughter. You and Mikey stand by stand enchanted by the family before you. "Wanna hold her, Mikey?" Draken's question breaks Mikey out of his trance as he blinks owlishly. "I don't know how to hold a baby, Kenchin..." Mikey replies with a bit of hesitancy in his voice.

"Go on, Uncle Mikey..." You assure Mikey with a smile encouraging him to hold his niece, as you take the plastic bags from his hands-walking to place them on the dining table. Mikey glaces at you one last time before stepping forward, you could tell he was nervous. Draken grins before gently placing the new born child into Mikey's stiff arms. "Isn't she adorable?" Draken exclaims excitedly before standing beside Mikey while Emma peers over his shoulder with a smile. "Yeah...am I holding her right?" Mikey nervously asks but was quickly assured by her parents. You could feel your heart warming and tears forming in your eyes at the sight of the four of them. How as a teenager, Mikey told you how dreamed of this day and it was finally happening. Him, Emma, Draken and their daughter together as a family. You couldn't be anymore more happy for them.

"Want to hold her too (Y/N)-chan?"

You quickly wipe away your tears as their eyes turn towards you, you nod as Emma takes her daughter from Mikey's arms before placing her within yours. You smile as you peer down at the bundle of warmth within your arms who peers up at you with curiosity. "She has your eyes, Emma-chan..." you say as you turn to look at the blonde woman, who gleams at your words. "What no, she looks more like me!" Draken intervenes as he watches his wife bleam at you with happiness.

"Nah, I definitely think she looks more like Emma. Sorry Kenchin, but you're kinda ugly."

"Mikey, why you!"

Immediately the two males start to bicker back and forth, while you and Emma coo over her daughter. Before they could start throwing the furniture around, Emma immediately glares at them and hits them both over their heads. You could watch as you sweatdrop at the scene of Emma scolding her husband and her older brother.

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It wasn't long until Mitsuya, Takemichy and Pah-chin arrived as well. In their hands holding plastic bags full of sake and beer. You and Emma with Mirai in her arms both watch from the side as the five men reunited and greeted each other. "Oi Takemichy, why didn't you bring Hina-chan?" Draken questions before ruffling his hair.

"S-She said she has an important meeting today, but she really wanted to come!"

"Well, it looks like it'll be just the two of us girls (Y/N)-chan" Emma says with a sigh. You give her an apologetic smile, as her husband and your boyfriend seemed to completely forget about you both. "Why don't we prepare dinner?" You ask her to taking your eyes off the men before turning to meet hers. "Sure! Let me just put Mirai to sleep." She smiles before leading you to the kitchen.

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While the males were gathered around a kotatsu talking amongst themselves. You and Emma were busy in the kitchen preparing ingredients for a hotpot meant for seven people. After a while Mitsuya pops up, "need some help?" "That would be great." You reply as you were busy cutting the vegetables. Mitsuya quickly observes the kitchen, before gathering the necessary utensils for a hot pot. Once you and Emma were done preparing. Mitsuya slowly brings out all of the ingredients you prepared to the kotatsu table. Everyone sat around the kotatsu, you taking a seat beside Mikey while Emma sits beside Draken.

"Let's eat!"

The table was filled with laughter and talk as all of you converse with one another. "This is delicious!" Pah-chin explains as he takes another biteful of meat with his chopsticks. "Careful, Pah don't eat too much or else you won't fit into your tux." Mitsuya warns him as Pah takes big mouthfuls from his bowl. "I don't think he's listening..." Takemichy speaks as he too observes Pah-chin.

You smile as you place a piece of sliced meat into Mikey's bowl, he immediately bleams at you while he places a mushroom into your own bowl. "I gave you meat and you give me a mushroom, that's not a fair trade." You say as you raise your eyebrow at Mikey. "Come on, Mikey eat your vegetables!" Emma scolds her brother from across the table. "I'll eat whatever I want!" Mikey instantly replies back as he eats another piece of sliced meat with a pout on his face. You cover your mouth as laughter erupts around the table. Even as an adult Mikey still has troubles eating his vegetables.

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"Cheers!" You all shout before taking a drink from your can of beer. Once dinner was finished and put away, Draken and Mikey were quick to usher everyone to drink. You smile as you and Emma take a sip from your cans while the rest of the men try to finish their can of beer in one go. Draken was first to finish his drink, slamming his can down on the table with a yell the rest follow while Takemichy ends up being last. "Another round!" Pah-chin yells out, grabbing another can of beer. The rest of the men follow as they get engrossed into their game of who can drink the most. As the men crowd around one side of the kotatsu, you and Emma ended up sitting together on the other side.

"Men..." Emma says with a roll of her eyes as she takes another sip of her beer. You giggle agreeing to her statement. Your eyes cast over the group of ex-delinquents, as they talk excitedly about the past. Your eyes linger towards Mikey who laughs at what Mitsuya says. You couldn't help but smile as you see the light in your boyfriend's eyes. You've all come a long way, many things happened but here you all were together twelve years later.

While you and Emma talk amongst yourselves, you both notice the men getting louder by the minute, especially Mikey who was practically yelling at this point. You also noticed that Pah-chin was completely passed out under the kotatsu, snores leaving his lips. There were cans of beer littering the table and floor. The room was a complete mess so to say. As Mikey excitedly tells the story of Takemichy who got poop stuck in his hair, a sound of a baby crying interrupts him.

Oh no.

Emma immediately stands up with an empty can of beer in hand. All eyes land on her as she throws it hitting Mikey on his head and a dead silence follows. Mikey winces as he rubs the spot where the can hit.

"What was that for?!"

"You woke the baby up!"

"I did not, everyone else was being loud too!"

"Hey, don't try to pin the blame on us Mikey.." Draken says with a grin on his face.

"Who thinks it's Mikey's fault? Raise your hands!" Draken yells out as Mitsuya and Emma immediately raise their hands, while Takemichy and you reluctantly raise yours. Mouthing a quick "I'm sorry" to your boyfriend as Emma leaves the room. "Hey, you guys can't do that, I'm the leader of Toman!" Mikey points accusingly at the men in the room. "Ex-leader!" Draken exclaims with a chuckle. Then Emma appears with a frying pan in her hands as she picks up another empty can of beer. Before, with all her might hurling it towards Mikey, who managed to dodge it due to his fast reflexes. Mikey immediately stands up as he dodges another can being flung at him.

"Help me (Y/N)!"

"Sorry Mikey but you're on your own." You managed to say in between your laughter as Draken and Mitsuya laughs along with you. "Oh it's gonna start again!" Mitsuya says with a grin as he watches the scene unfold in front of him. Realizing you won't help him, Mikey turns to his Draken for help.

"Don't just sit there and laugh Kenchin!" Mikey yells out as he dodges another empty can of beer being flung at him. Only for it to hit Takemichy square in the head, looks like Takemichy might be the next to pass out. "Don't run away Mikey!" Emma yells as you, Draken and Mitsuya all laugh as eventually Emma chases Mikey around the living room with her frying pan, yells echoing throughout the house. Despite all the noise, Pah-chin remains sound asleep.

Even as twelve years passed some things never change. As Mikey runs around the living room trying to dodge empty beer cans and Emma's fury. Laughter momentarily escapes his lips while Emma huffs. He could hear the rest laughing as well, especially your sweet laughter. Mikey smiles running while Emma follows close behind, raising her fry pan in the air. This moment, this life, this future he wouldn't trade it for the world.

So this is happiness.

[parkers-gal]

simple acts of intimacy that actually mean a lot T.H.

wc: 3.1k (fluff)

taking something out of your pocket

"Tom!" you called for him.

"Hey, babe," he greeted you. You had just gotten back from a shopping spree, and you were holding about seven heavy bags, two drinks in your hand. Harrison and Harry were seated on the couch in front of the two of you, Tuwaine in the kitchen getting more snacks. 

"I didn't bring my purse," you huffed, out of breath from the walk. "Can you check for my phone? My wallet?" 

Tom smiled softly in response, sending you an easy nod. "Of course," he said, moving to the pockets of your jeans. 

He searched the front right pocket first, his fingers strong and warm and lean, and the touch made you giggle. He found your keys in the front right pocket, momentarily holding them up for you to see before moving to the next pocket. He found your phone and wallet pocketed in the back pockets, and then he was by your front again, searching your left pocket. 

"Your chapstick," he held it up, and you giggled again as he opened it and applied it to his own lips and then your own. "They say you get more alike to your significant other, y'know," he smirked, and you laughed again with a nod. 

knowing just how to calm you down

It was a dangerous scenario to be in in the first place, though it wasn't your's nor Tom's fault. After dealing with a rather rude man from the front desk, you were rushing out of the building, Tom barely trailing after you. Just as you were making it to the car, he rushed ahead of you, halting you.

"Hey- hey, hey, hey," he said, hands gesturing for you to slow. There were frustrated tears in your eyes, threatening to spill if any one move prompted them. You'd hope Tom could be the dam to keep them up. "It's alright," he assured you. 

"No, its-! It's not!" You exclaimed, breaking your silence. "N-now I have find another way to do it and I can't t-" 

"Love," he cut you off, hand caressing your arm, moving you into his embrace slightly. "He's an asshole- he had no right to tell you those things, okay? We're gonna find another way, but later, okay? Listen to me, listen to my voice," he whispered. "And look at my eyes," he moved your chin, engaging eye contact. "We're going to be alright." 

A smile broke out onto your face for the first time, and you nodded, fully accepting his hug and hiding in his chest. 

calling to make sure you've eaten

Calling in between takes and scenes wasn't uncommon, and especially calling during lunch. Tom had a tendency to forget to eat or take breaks; wearing the Spider-man suit was a big contributor to his re-prioritization, his reason for the distractions. Unfortunately, he tended to bring this habit onto the sets of different films. Luckily, you had paid mind to the habit, and made sure to check in on him everyday, especially if you weren't on set all the time. 

"Hi, angel," Tom spoke into the phone after picking it up. 

"Hi, Tommy!" You exclaimed excitedly. "How's filming?"

"Good, tiring. Miss you," he huffed out, still with a smile. 

"Miss you too bubs, tell everyone I say ''hey.'" you replied. "Have you eaten today?"

Tom was nodding off silently to a crew worker who had asked him a quick question. "Hm?" he laughed a light one. "Oh, yes I have. Have you, darling?"

"I have, I have, no worries," you assured him. "Drinking water?"

"Just got a new bottle," Tom smiled. "Alright well," he trailed off disappointingly, "I hate this part but, they're calling me now. I call you when the shoots over. Love you, baby." 

You hummed, "'kay, love you Tommy. And good luck!" You giggled before hanging up.

"Y/N?' Harry asked Tom, looking to the phone. 

"Mhm," Tom smiled. "She says 'hi'." 

wearing/borrowing clothes

"Hey, Y/N, have you seen my-?" Tom stopped short in his tracks, barely through the doorway. He smiled at the sight of you, a pint of ice cream sitting on the table in front of you, an open book in your lap and a spoon in your mouth.

You hummed, "What was that, hun?"

He eyed your figure, clad in his pink sweatshirt, before shaking his head. Upon realizing you weren't looking at him, he breathed out a laugh. "Never mind."

You hummed again, glancing up to him before smiling softly at him. 

**

"Hey, love?" Tom hollered from within the depths of the closet. 

"Yeah?" you shouted back, applying some lip gloss as you looked into the bathroom mirror. 

"Does this work with my outfit?" 

You laughed before walking over to him. You smiled at him: he was holding a baseball cap in one hand, your beanie fitted on his head. Though he loved his buzzcut, he also loved to wear matching hats, though this time you were wearing the sweatshirt. 

"I like the beanie," you agreed. 

He glanced up with a smile, setting the baseball cap down. "Me too." 

zipping up/ unzipping

Tom was waiting in the living room for you. It was almost routine, that whenever the two of you were attending a gala or a premiere together, he'd wait to see your final look, and god he loved the reveal every time. This time, however, was one of the first times you were doing everything on your own, no makeup artists or stylists there to assist you. 

"Tommy?" you yelled softly. 

Tom's head perked up, and he slipped his phone into the pockets of his dress pants before making his way to the closed bedroom door.

"Yes, love?"

You opened the door, stepping towards him slowly. Tom was awestruck, mouth agape and eyes wide. You were absolutely stunning, from every and all angles, and Tom swore his heart leapt into his throat.

"Tom?" you repeated, waving a hand in front of his face. 

It had just occurred to him that you had been talking and he had completely tuned your voice out, too taken up by the sight in front of him. 

"Sorry- what?" he asked, finally looking at you. 

"Can you zip me up?" you asked again, softly. You turned around, gesturing to your zipper. Tom smiled, fingertips softly grazing the lower portion of your back, before softly gripping the zipper. The fingertips of his left hand ran up your spine, his right hand with the zipper following along. He left a small kiss on your shoulder and you went straight back into the bedroom to get the remaining accessories for your outfit. 

putting jewelry on for each other

After you chose a few rings, you walked back over to Tom with a necklace in hand. You placed both ends in his hands with a hopeful smile before spinning around, making sure your hair was not in the way. Tom clipped both ends and let the jewelry dangle off your neck. He left another kiss on your shoulder before you intertwined your hands.

remembering coffee/tea orders verbatim

"Go find us a booth," Tom whispered in your ear, hand on the small of your back as he gave you a nudge, and the two of you separated into two different directions, you towards the seats and him towards the line to the barista. 

"Hi, how're you?" The barista greeted.

Tom returned a smile," I'm good, how're you?" 

"I'm good, what can I get you today?"

"Can I get a hot chamomile tea with some lemon...?"

"Size?"

"Uhm, medium please." 

The barista, Sophia, nodded. "Anything else?" 

"Yeah uhm, a medium honey cream latte? Not too heavy on the creamer?"

"Got it. Will that be all for you today?" 

"Yes I think so," Tom replied, handing her his credit card before moving to the counter to pick up the drinks. 

When he had both, he made his way over to you, who found a booth by a window. 

"Hey, love," Tom trailed excitedly, placing the mugs down softly. "I got your favorite." 

"Light on the cream?" 

Tom sat down across from you. "Light on the cream," he repeated with a smile.

dancing in the kitchen

A quick trip to the kitchen for some toast had started a mini concert by the sink and in front of the dishes. Tom was clad in a pair of sweats, white socks helping him slide on the cool tiled floor, his pink hoodie fresh on his torso. 

The speakers were playing a playlist of his favorites, which also consisted of your favorites, because you had introduced him to several new artists and genres. Song after song came on, distracting him from the opening and closing of the front door. 

Hearing the commotion from the cooking room, you left your bags by the door, going upstairs to change into some comfy clothes and finding your boyfriend rocking out to some of Taylor Swift's Lover. 

You giggled from the doorway, and he spun around to look at you, lowering the large metal spoon away from his mouth. 

"Hi," you laughed again. 

"Hi," he panted. 

"What," you took a sip of water. "are you doing?" 

"Dancing in the kitchen, obviously."

You nodded, drinking your water again with a smile. 

"Care to join me?"

You set the cup down with raised eyebrows. "Thomas..." 

Mariah Carey started ringing through the speakers, and the spoon went back up to his mouth as he started singing his heart out. 

"C'mon, Y/N...." he smirked. "You know you want to," he held his hand out. 

You rolled your eyes playfully before extending your arm, accepting his hand. "Fine.."

Tom grinned in victory, singing louder again, and you joined him, twirling him around as he did the same for you, toast long forgotten in the toaster oven. 

knowing what food you're craving based on your attitude

"I'm bored," you whined to Tom, who was sitting next to you on the couch, looking at his phone. 

He chuckled quietly as he clicked the device off. "Yeah, whaddya want to do?"

"Cuddle. I'm cold." 

He grinned again, turning to you, caressing the skin of your ankle, which was splayed across his lap. 

"Are you hungry, my cuddle bug?" he asked after pulling you into his chest, arms circling around you. 

"Mhm," you nodded, fiddling with his fingers. "How'd you know?" 

He grinned again, his face out of sight for you. "What if we eat... pho?"

You gasped, louder for dramatics, hand slamming down on his, halting your movements. "Thomas Stanley Holland how did you fucking know?" you whined, feet kicking lightly. 

He chuckled again, kissing the back of your ear before opening the Ubereats app on his phone. 

offering to drive instead

The gala was coming to a close, and you and Tom had both taken the clue to get ready to leave, heading out to the parking lot after saying your goodbyes to the present participants. 

Rounding the car, you pulled the key out of your hand-purse, unlocking the car. Your hand was still intertwined with Tom's, about to separate to get into your respective seats, when he spoke. 

"Do you want me to drive instead, love?" 

You glanced to his eyes with a thankful nod. "Will you?" you asked, reaching to give him the key. 

"Of course," he smiled, moving to the other side of the car, giving your temple a kiss as he rubbed your arm, taking the key from you and closing your car door after you had been seated.

remembering confessions from late nights or simple words that are forgotten by most

"Hey did you book the flights for next month?" You asked Tom, sitting across from him at the dining table, planner in front of you, a pen and your phone in each of your hands. 

"Just up till the nineteenth," he replied, thumbs moving across the keyboard of his cell phone. 

"Got it." 

"Oh also," Tom looked up from his phone, forearms leaning on the edge of the table as he looked at you, focused on writing more details into that little book you loved so much. "I booked us a round trip to Mae Raem. I talked to Harry and I managed to get a week off from work, in between films I think."

Your eyes were fixed on the boy sitting across from you, hands frozen in their places. 

"You what? "

"I booked us a flight To Mae-" 

"I heard that part!" You exclaimed with a laugh. "Why the fuck are we going to Thailand?!"

"Well I just-" he looked off to different parts of the room, the tips of his ears turning scarlet as his cheeks heated up. "I remember you saying you wanted to go to this little place in Thailand and I just- I wrote it down so I wouldn't forget. I was just waiting until I had free time in my schedule." 

"Tom you moved film times for this trip!" You laughed. "Why- how did you even remember that? It was like three A.M. when we were talking about those crazy dreams and shit," you laughed. 

"I don't know," he put his phone down, fiddling with his fingers and knuckles. "You just sounded so passionate about it- I just remembered the sound of your voice, I guess. It seems like fun." 

You clicked your pen, putting it down, and closing the planner. "Yeah, yeah it does."

remembering to buy something you'd forgotten to (grocery shopping) 

"Oh fuck, I'm out of jaffa cakes," you huffed, closing a cupboard door. 

"Let's go to the market then," Tom said, finishing his cup of tea.

**

A shower and a car drive later, the two of you were walking into the supermarket, Tom leaning on the cart as he followed you. You spotted the chip aisle, and headed straight for it. Tom chuckled at your behavior, suspecting that perhaps you were stocking up on your cravings-foods, knowing your period was coming too. 

Aisle after aisle the two of you went before grabbing a few boxes of brownie mix. You saw the aisle with cereal, and left Tom on his own. He chuckled, moving over the next aisle. 

"I think I'm done," you huffed, placing your last items in the cart. Tom nodded, putting a bag of apples into the cart before moving into a line for the cash register. 

"Wait lets do the self checkout thing." 

"Really?" Tom laughed at your suggestion before reluctantly agreeing, heading into the direction. He was scanning while you were bagging, the two of you moving like clockwork. 

Tom paid the receipt before stopping abruptly. "Wait fuck, I forgot something." 

"What?" you asked. 

"Nothing, I'll meet you at the car." 

"'Kay," you replied, rolling the cart out of the shop. Tom went off to find your favorite jaffa cakes, buying some extra danishes as well. When he paid, he added the items to the bags in the trunk before joining you in the front seat. 

"Ready?" He asked, turning the engine on. You hummed a confirmation, and Tom changed the car's shift, driving home. 

After the two of you brought the bags into the kitchen (in one trip, because two trips are for loser), you began unloading the items into their spots in the kitchen. 

"Wait," you groaned after opening the cupboard. "I forgot the fucking jaffa cakes!" 

"Ah ah," Tom spoke, pulling the sweet out of a bag he'd just unloaded. 

You gasped, jaw slightly ajar as you reached for the food. "Oh. My. God," you looked at the wrapping. "I fucking love you." 

Tom laughed, "Well," he was moving forward, his face two inches from yours, "it's a good thing I fucking love you too." 

and finally, showering together

"Tommy! I missed you," You greeted him, rushing to your boyfriend, jumping into his embrace just as he closed the front door. 

He groaned with a laugh, arms on your waist. "I missed you too, angel."

"Are you sore? Tired?" 

He chuckled again, "mhm." 

"Let's go get you cleaned up and we can go to bed then," you smiled at him, fingers running over the hair of his brows, trying to smooth out the stray one. 

"Sounds like a plan, darling." 

Making your way up the stairs, you ridded Tom of his coat. You went into the bathroom to turn on the shower, hoping to get the water warm, before pulling him into the bathroom with you. 

"We can do face masks or we can fall asleep watching movies." 

He booped your nose before answering. "Let's do the face masks tomorrow."

"'kay, arms up now, mister," you ordered him playfully, and he rolled his eyes before complying. 

"My limbs still work, yanno-" 

"Sure mister I-love-being-babied." 

"I do not!" he denied, cheeks reddening. 

"You secretly love it," you kissed his nose after removing his shirt, hands splaying across his bare chest and abs. He visibly shivered at your touch, and you smirked. 

"Now get in the shower, you big doof," you playfully pushed him in the direction of the shower before stepping out of the bathroom. 

Tom, unknowing of your full plans, hopped into the shower, letting the heated water cascade down his skin and drench his hair. As he was about to reach for the bottle of shampoo, you opened the shower door, your bare skin coming into view as you joined Tom in the shower. 

His eyebrows shot up, movements stopped. 

"Uh-" 

"Hi," you said with a giggle. "Let me," you took the shampoo from his hand, squirting some into your hand before rubbing it onto the top of his head, fingers running through his unruly curls as he hummed contently at the feeling, always loving when you did anything to his hair. 

"Rinse now," you said, moving to clean the strands out, ridding them of the suds. You repeated the process with conditioner (your conditioner, because though Tom would deny it, he secretly loved it, and cheered internally when you picked it up instead of his own) before reaching for the body-wash. 

"Uh-uh, let me do this one," he took the bottle from your hands, starting to clean himself. 

You laughed at his attempts before snatching the bottle from him. "You can't even reach this part of your back!" 

"I'm a gymnast! I'm flexible enough to reach that!" he breathed out a laugh. 

You giggled, shaking your head and letting your fingers caress his shoulder blades, his lower back as well as his ribs. You spun him around so you could continue on his chest as well, and his eyes were closed in bliss. When you finished, you walked him backwards under the streaming water of the shower head, arms wrapping around his lower stomach, hugging him, chin resting on his chest as he looked down at you. 

"Thank you for this, love." 

"Anything for you Tommy." 

He kissed the tip of your nose and smiled. 

[theres-an-impulstor-among-us]

MY DEAR WIFE. I DESIRE A SEQUEL TO THE JIMMY EMPIRE FIC. I MADE THIS TUMBLR ACCOUNT TO MAKE MY DEMANDS. NOW GO BE FREE. WRITE YOU FANTASTIC FANFIC WRITER YOU. -BEST SPOUSE, PURP <3

this was a popular request LMAO :D

here’s the first part

…

The ringing of her communicator wakes Lizzie up late in the night. Blinking herself awake, she quickly answers it, speaking quietly so as to not awaken her sleeping fiance next to her. “Hello?”

“Lizzie, it’s Pixl,” comes the familiar British voice. “I’m so sorry to wake you.”

“It’s okay,” Lizzie says. “Is something wrong?”

“Something’s happened with Jimmy.”

Lizzie’s heart skips a beat. “Is he okay?”

“I’ll explain everything later but I could really use your help right now. Are you able to come to the Cod Empire?”

Momentarily forgetting that Pixl can’t see her, Lizzie nods. “Of course, I’ll come over right away.”

“Thanks so much, Lizzie,” says Pixl gratefully. “See you soon.”

“See you.”

Lizzie puts down her communicator and gets out of bed. Just as she’s finished changing, her fiance stirs in his bed and murmurs, “What’s going on? Who was that?”

“Pixl,” replies Lizzie softly, secretly glad he’s awake; she wouldn’t have woken him first. “Something’s happened to Jimmy, and Pixl needs me. You okay to come over to the Cod Empire with me?”

Joel sits up in his bed, immediately more awake. “Of course, of course. Let me get dressed.”

The two fly straight over to the Cod Empire and land outside Jimmy’s house. Pixl answers the door on the first knock. “Queen Lizzie, thank you for coming,” he says gratefully. “And King Joel.”

He leads them inside. Lizzie and Joel both gasp simultaneously as they spot Jimmy lying on the bed.

Joel freezes but Lizzie dashes to his side and grasps his hand, staring down in horror at the bruises covering Jimmy’s face. “Oh my goodness! What happened to him?! Is he okay?!”

Pixl joins her on Jimmy’s other side. “He’s recovering,” he responds grimly. “You know the demon Xornoth that’s shown their face around the server lately?”

“Heard of them.”

“fWhip and Sausage seem to be around the epicentre of the whole thing. They captured Jimmy, kept him in a cell for a whole day, beat him several times, then tried to sacrifice him to Xornoth. Scott and I managed to save him but he almost died from his injuries before Scott was able to heal him somewhat with magic.”

Lizzie gazes down at Jimmy with a worried expression, gently touching his face. He stirs slightly under her touch.

After a moment, she speaks again, her tone low and dangerous. “fWhip and Sausage, you said?”

Pixl nods. “Yeah. Scott and I chased them off but I’m a little worried about them returning to finish the job. That’s why I asked you over; I could do with some help protecting him. If that’s okay.”

“Of course it’s okay.” Lizzie retracts her hand and presses her fist into her palm. “Hell, if either of them show their faces around here, I’ll rip them apart with my bare hands.”

Now Joel moves closer to the bed, his expression uncharacteristically serious. “Poor Jimmy… I can’t imagine how terrified he must’ve been.”

As Pixl opens his mouth to respond, another knock at the door sounds. The three frown at each other, trying to work out who could possibly be at the door.

After a moment, Pixl heads back over to the door and answers it. His gaze darkens when he sees who’s standing there. “You’re not welcome here.”

Lizzie stiffens as she hears MythicalSausage’s voice: “I just wanted to ask how Jimmy is. And to… apologise.”

“Apologise?!” Lizzie bursts out.

Joel draws Pixl out of the way as Lizzie storms to the door and shoves Sausage backwards. “You TORTURED my friend and you think you can just walk over here and APOLOGISE?!”

Sausage scrambles back as a furious Lizzie bears down on him. “I had nothing to do with hurting him! That was all fWhip!”

“YOU THINK THAT MAKES IT BETTER?!” Lizzie bellows.

She flings out her arms and manipulates the ocean water into grabbing hold of Sausage and bringing him closer to her. “ACK!” Sausage chokes, struggling uselessly. “LIZZIE!”

“I’m going to kill you, Sausage,” growls Lizzie. “Would you rather be flung high into the air and fall to your death or drowned in salty ocean water?”

“N-Neither!”

A dark smile appears on Lizzie’s face. “Too bad. I’ve decided I’m gonna drown you.”

She lifts the water higher. His scream is abruptly cut off as the water envelopes his head, stopping him from breathing. She watches with satisfaction as his air slowly runs out.

But then Pixl’s voice comes from behind her: “Lizzie, he’s calling for you. He needs you.”

Lizzie pauses, weighing up her options. Eventually, she releases Sausage onto the dock, taking grim pleasure in the way he splutters and coughs up water. “You’re lucky this time, Sausage,” she says. She kneels down beside him and pushes her face close to Sausage’s with a menacing glare. “But if you ever, and I mean EVER, come near Jimmy again, you’re gonna wish you were never born. Do I make myself clear?”

“Y-Y-Yes!” gasps Sausage.

Lizzie steps back and lets Sausage flee, before rushing back inside and back to Jimmy’s side. Her ally is stirring, his eyelids fluttering. “L-Lizz...ie…”

“I’m here,” whispers Lizzie softly, holding his hand against her cheek to reassure him of her presence. “I’m here, Jimmy. Are you okay?”

Jimmy coughs weakly. “M-My wrists hurt.”

Frowning, Lizzie pushes down Jimmy’s sleeve, revealing the thick red marks. “Wh-What is this?!” she gasps. “Pixl?”

“It’s…” Pixl hesitates, knowing what his next words will likely cause. “They’re burn marks. He had his hands tied behind his back for most of the day in that cell.”

Joel glances sharply at his fiancee. “Uh oh.”

Thunder sounds overhead as dark clouds rapidly slide across the sky. Lizzie’s expression remains steady, but lightning flashes in her eyes. “I’ll be right back, Jimmy,” she says, her voice as steady as her expression. But it’s just an act for Jimmy’s benefit and both Pixl and Joel know it.

Neither Pixl nor Joel stop her as she storms out of the hut and takes off flying towards the Grimlands. She lands atop the outer wall, rain starting to fall from the sky.

“FWHIP!” she bellows, her voice rolling through the clouds and echoing across the land.

Seconds later, the count himself appears atop his tower, within audible distance despite the increasingly loud thunder overhead. “Queen Lizzie!” He spreads his arms wide. “How may I help you?”

A bolt of lightning strikes the very top of fWhip’s tower.

“Aha, what have I done to invoke the wrath of the Ocean Queen?” fWhip laughs.

Instead of replying verbally, Lizzie lifts her arms and summons a giant wave of water from the river, sending it crashing down like a tsunami over the Grimlands.

“NO!” fWhip yells. “My villagers! You’re gonna drown my villagers!”

“MAYBE YOU SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT OF THAT BEFORE YOU TORTURED JIMMY AND TRIED TO MURDER HIM!” roars Lizzie.

fWhip stares at her for a moment as he finally remembers that Lizzie is one of Jimmy’s closest allies. “...oh…”

Shaking himself into action, fWhip dives down into his flooded village. Lizzie watches him, taking grim satisfaction in watching him flounder around in desperation. She doesn’t even realise how close he is to death until-

fWhip drowned

Lizzie quickly dissipates the flood and jumps down to look for fWhip’s items. As she’s starting to pick them up, fWhip reappears, so she retreats back to a safe distance.

“I’ll get my revenge for this, Ocean Queen,” growls fWhip. “I will not take the attempted murder of my villagers lying down.”

“I don’t give a crap,” Lizzie snaps back. “Don’t you dare think about going near Jimmy ever again, because if you do, I can promise you I will wipe your goddamn empire off the face of the world and I will NOT regret doing it.”

fWhip narrows his eyes. “You’re messing with the wrong empire. I too have the power to wipe an empire out of existence.”

“I live in the ocean. The bulk of my empire is underwater now. Your TNT will make a scratch at most.”

fWhip’s mouth opens, then closes again. After a moment, he looks away. “Fine.”

Lizzie raises an eyebrow. “Really? You’re backing down that easily?”

“I’m being smart. You’ve no idea what’s coming, Lizzie. I do. I need to prepare. I can’t afford to be dragged into another war right now.”

As fWhip turns, he finds Lizzie extremely close to him. She grabs the collar of his shirt and pulls him close so that their faces are inches apart. “Then don’t start one,” she snarls. “Stay away from my allies.”

She shoves fWhip away and takes off again, flying back to the swamp. Part of her feels bad at the attack on fWhip’s innocent villagers but she pushes it aside. fWhip tortured Jimmy and was perfectly willing to slaughter him when he was tied up and defenceless.

Lizzie has no sympathy or mercy for a person like that.

When she gets back, Joel meets her at the door. “Lizzie, you’re back!” he gasps. “I saw the death message in chat.”

“Yes. fWhip needed to be told that I won’t tolerate him hurting my Jimmy.” Her gaze flickers from Joel to Pixl and back again. “Or any of you.”

Joel gazes at her with almost visible hearts in his eyes. “I love you so much, Lizzie.”

Lizzie can’t help a chuckle. “I love you too.”

“Guys, guys, come quick!” Pixl calls suddenly. “Guys!”

The two quickly rush to Jimmy’s beside but stop dead simultaneously when they see what Pixl is so panicked about.

A mark has appeared on Jimmy’s neck. It looks like some kind of rune, but what’s worrying about it is the fact that it’s glowing red.

“What is this?” Lizzie gasps. “What’s happening?”

“I don’t know! It just appeared!”

After a few seconds, the glowing dies down, leaving only the clear black mark.

“This has got to be something to do with the demon,” says Pixl shakily. “I don’t know what or how or why, but somehow, fWhip and Sausage’s attempted sacrifice of Jimmy must’ve caused this.”

“But what can we do about it?” Joel asks. “What can we do to help?”

Pixl has no answer to this.

Nobody does.

[fabricated-misslieness]

pairing: chūya nakahara x lazy male reader

req: yes | wc: 1.87k | cw: nsfw, size difference, praise kink, biting, blood, dirty talk, belly bulging | minors dni

anon: Hi! I was hoping I could get a smut for chuuya if you could make it kinda of a part two from the other chuuya fic u have and if u can could u add a size kink and a praise kink if so thank you so much!

a/n: you thought the demon was a himbo, ha!

"You know these don't tend to last long." You send the man pushing you against the wall a wink, making sure he knows you're still top. Chūya chuckles in response.

"I'm prepared for that." Chūya gives you a smirk. You don't know it, but he doesn't mean it. He hopes it is only your sheer amount of power that attracts him to you, but he knows it's not true. He really isn't that keen on having this be a one time thing. He rather it be a long, loving relationship, keep it lasting for as long as he can; if he has to teach you commitment, he will.

You raise an eyebrow for a minute, judging his composure. "Mkay.. good. You need me to lift you, though? You're quite a way down."

Chūya huffs and rolls his eyes. With you, he's heard something along those lines about a million times. He can't control his height and he certainly can't control yours. Jeez, it's as if you were a giant. If you and him stood next to each other, he'd look like a child, not that he was that much taller than a child anyway.

"Oh shut up with that… but yes." As much as he didn't want to admit it, even though it was very clear, he couldn't kiss you from 'all the way down there'.

"Thought so." It's the shit eating grin on your face that makes him regret this. "Hold on to the horns will ya? You'll need the support."

"Doesn't bother ya?" Chūya asks, doing so anyway. They feel rather tough, like how he imagined crocodile scales to feel. Your wings, on the other hand, weren't as he'd imagined them to be. They felt like leather, despite the fact they looked like rubber. He couldn't fathom how hot they'd be in summer.

You shake your head, in turn moving his arms. "Nah. Anyway, what do you think about the fangs?" You momentarily open your mouth wider to show him. "Would you rather I don't bite you or I do?" They're not as sharp as say, a vampire or a werewolf, but they could definitely puncture.

"Maybe test them first?" You know, what he meant was that you bite his finger, or something, not his neck. It definitely stung, but it hadn't punctured. He was sure if you hadn't controlled your strength, he'd bleed. He hissed at the pain. Though it was nothing he couldn't handle, you'd taken him by surprise.

"My bad, precious." That was a new nickname. "What do you think? Did you like it? No judge if you're into it." The mention of a biting link made him think of some past lover with said kink. It sort of made him jealous.

"What if I find your sweet spot? Would that persuade you?" You bite his neck, finding the spot that made him moan. "Knew it. They're usually there." He hated the way you rubbed your past lovers in his face. In time, he'd make you forget. He was sure of that.

"Well?"

"Okay.."

"Would you look at that?" Chūya couldn't focus on anything right now, the pleasure, and pain, was too much. You would pester him for how long he took to adjust for sure. "I'm balls deep in you and I can actually see it." He hadn't registered that first part until now.

He looked down to see his stomach clearly bulging. He laughed at the sight of it. You were really a giant, in more ways than one. It was kind of.. hot though. The size difference was already turning him on, at this point it was a lot.

"Sexy." You remark, licking your lips. If it weren't for your dick, he would want that tongue in him.. again. "Can you even talk right now?"

Chūya chuckles, fixing you with a playful look before pulling you down by the horns. "Of course I can." He whispers in your ear.

"Good." You move the slightest bit, though to him it felt more than that, which urges a moan from his throat. "Although I'd like to see you try when I fuck you with no mercy."

Chūya is flustered to no end, but as the competitive guy he is, he can't just back down, even with your dick inside of him. "Is that what you say to everybody? 'Fuck you with no mercy'? How about 'fuck you 'till you're begging for hell?'"

You smirk, shaking your head to mess with his arms. His hands were surely indented with the pattern of your horns by now. "I'll keep that in mind."

"Are you ready now?" You were going to nag him about the time, just like he'd predicted. "You've been sitting on it for so long you could call it cockwarming. But maybe you're into that, haven't discussed the deets just yet."

"What can I do?" You laugh. "Your dick is big, you said so yourself."

"Then the details. What do you like?"

"P-Praise." He's a little nervous to admit it, what with the fact he acts like a tough cookie. He had to build up some courage for this moment.

You shift a bit as you think about it. All of a sudden, you start moving slowly. It's still quite a bit painful for Chūya, but your praise makes up for it. "You're doing good, baby." Your rough voice along with the way you grip his hips with your claws sends chills down his spine. "Just a bit more."

You chuckle, toying with the idea in your mind. You thrust a bit more, barely even containing yourself with how horny you are, before stopping to ask. "Like that?"

He had bitten his lips to keep his moans from coming out; he'd nearly drawn blood "Yeah, yeah, just like that." If his eyes weren't shut so tightly he'd be so much more flustered by the look you're giving him.

"Think you're ready yet?" The impatience was clear in your voice.

"Mm, yeah."

Your thrusts are slow at first, as a precaution. It was a wonder how you hadn't started going fast, though. You'd been in him for so long without moving that the impatience and anticipation were building up.

"You can go faster now." You smile, but you don't speed up, which confuses him. He was sure you wanted more, so why didn't you give him more?

"How much faster?" It's only now that he realizes it's a cheeky grin. 

Your sultry eyes seem to enchant him, making him unable to think properly; well, that and the thrusting. "I don't know."

"My terms, then." He doesn't like the sound of that. Luckily, you catch onto his uneasy look in time to reassure him, but your words don't do much. "Don't worry, you'll be just fine."

There's no warning after that. Your thrusts are quick and hard, just how you like them though only a little less than normal. After all, you'd gotten from, say, a 1 to a 7. Since when did you start calling your thrusts like a vibrator?

"You're doing good, baby!" He didn't know why, he did but he didn't know now, but he thought you'd sound more sarcastic.

His grip on your horns loosen and his arms feel weak. Just how vulnerable did you make him feel? He couldn't hold back from letting out a loud, high-pitched moan. It caused you to laugh, which he hated since he knew you were about to tease him. "High-pitched, just for me?"

He rolled his eyes at you, maybe a little bit because of pleasure, responding just as quick. "I mean you– oh! Holy shit!" He was interrupted by his own moans.

"What was that you were going to say?"

"Straying from– ah shit! Shit shit shit!" He repeated. That chuckle of yours made him realize you'd been hitting him hard on purpose to tease him. "Straying far from," He stops himself from moaning by biting his lips momentarily. "p-praise here."

You almost pout when he finishes his sentence, but you nod. "Right, sorry, precious~" You basically purr. “You’re taking my cock so well. Are you ready for more?”

“What?” You’d only just changed pace, so why would you- “Ah! Fuck me..” You hadn’t even given him time to answer, and you didn’t mean to either. This pace was the fastest, and roughest, Chūya had ever felt before, and god, did he love it. He could barely even form words, apart from curse words that were oh so familiar. The only thing that left his mouth were moans and he couldn’t even bite his lips.

“Mm, can’t talk anymore?” You weren’t really good at praise, were you? Well, it was new to you, since most of your lovers turned masochists at the sight of you. You didn’t make them, they just did. smug hoe

His arms, tired and a little sore, fall from your horns and grip your wings, which are wrapped around him. It causes you to hiss, but it’s a mere feeling in the back of your head from all the pleasure you’re getting. “Careful with those, darl.” You say with a chuckle. “You can’t break them in your state right now, but they still hurt.”

“S-Sorry.” He manages to say, continuing with moans afterward. They’re high pitched, most of them, as much as he tries to at least make them a little lower. 

“Oh? A word?” Your smirk is as much a nightmare as it is a dream. He wants to punch it off your face but also kiss it off your lips. “Right, right, praise. You take me in so well~” Chūya just barely manages a laugh.

“Ah, fuck!” Chūya shouts. He can feel himself getting closer and closer.

You smirk, moving to his neck, kissing and nipping. Your fangs sting his neck everytime you bite down, but you make sure to control yourself. Though sooner or later you’ll bite him and draw blood, it’s only inevitable.

“Go on, baby. Come loose for me, let me feel your seed on my abs.” You move to his ear, whispering and licking the lobe. 

Your words are what sends him over the edge of bliss. His seed spills all over the both of you, which is a turn on for sure; it moves with his constantly bulging belly. 

You close your eyes when you feel yourself coming closer. Instinctively, you move to his neck, giving him a harsh bite, which makes Chūya groan. You couldn’t control yourself from not biting him, even when his neck is already littered with other marks. Blood drips from the wound, two small holes.

It’s only when you go over the edge that you apologize. You move off of him, pulling him on top of you instead. He snuggles into your body, hissing in pain. “Sorry.” You move your wings to wipe the blood away.

“It’s fine… well, not really, but eh.”

You chuckle, keeping one wing on the wound and the other over the top of you. “I’ll make it up to you later.”

The promise of another time is reassuring, whether it be sexual or not, though he rather it be a date. He likes to know he has a little bit of a chance.

[moonlit-jeno]

rainy day (m.)

pairing: 00 line + mark x female reader

genre: filthy, dirty, shameless smut, some mxm, literally a sixsome, idk what else you expect from me at this point

words: 4.5k

The rain pelting against the window only serves as more of an excuse for you to press yourself closer to Jaemin. He winds his arm around your waist and drags you closer to him on the sofa, smiling softly when you throw your leg over his and rest your head on his shoulder. Jeno whines and presses himself closer to you in turn, complaining about being left out. You lean into the touch and hum softly.

“Aww, look at how cute you three are.” Donghyuck drawls. He’s standing next to the sofa, behind the chair currently occupied by his best friend. “Mark, our turn!”

He launches himself onto Mark’s lap and there’s a moment where Mark looks at Hyuck in confusion. That confusion is quickly replaced with fear as he gets a lap full of Donghyuck and tries to lean away from the boy, pressing himself further into the chair. “What- hey, dude, what the fuck are you- Lee Donghyuck!”

Mark tries to throw him off but it’s no use- his reaction time is too late and Donghyuck has managed to wrap his limbs around Mark like an octopus. He catches the three of you watching them and plays up the theatrics, puckering his lips and leaning forward. “Marrkkkk,”

The poor victim tries to vault himself over the arm rest, straining out of Donghyuck’s reach. Finally the giggling boy recedes, snuggling up against Mark’s chest with a content sigh. Mark lets out a deep breath of relief, then looks over to catch you watching him. He lets out a panicked giggle and claps his hands together. “Okayyyy! Let’s watch the movie now!”

You laugh and shake your head, tearing your gaze away from his cherry red face and focusing on the screen. It’s some sort of horror movie, and honestly, it’s pretty bad. You raise your eyebrows at Jaemin, the one who’d chosen it. He just shrugs at you.

The movie is interrupted by a flurry of loud cursing and you turn your head to frown at Jeno, expecting to find him watching videos on his phone. He looks at you with wide eyes and confusion. His phone is nowhere in sight. You’re about to ask the rest of the boys about it but the voice gets louder as Renjun storms into the living room.

“Who the fuck took my phone?” Renjun asks, all 170 centimeters of him bursting with anger. “I’m serious, one of you better tell me where the fuck you put it right fucking now.”

“Did you check your room?” Jaemin asks.

“Of course I did! I’m not an idiot. I checked every room in this household, and I know one of you fuckers took it.” Renjun looks around the group of you before his eyes land back in Jaemin. “It was you, wasn’t it?”

Jaemin laughs. “No? Why would I take it?”

“You’re smiling! Na Jaemin, you’re a terrible liar.” Renjun moves to stand in front of Jaemin. “I’m gonna beat your ass.”

A yelp leaves you as Jaemin yanks you onto his lap, using you as a shield. “I didn’t take it!”

Renjun pays you no mind as he leans over you, hands going to Jaemin’s neck. You try your best to lean out of the way but Jaemin’s arms are tight around you, his hold only growing tighter as Renjun’s hands go to his sides, tickling him with no mercy.

They’re both cursing and Jaemin’s squirming but your face is pressed into Renjun’s chest and all you can smell is the intoxicating scent of his cologne. You find yourself melting in Jaemin’s arms.

Jeno joins in on the torture fun while Donghyuck and Mark watch from the chair. Renjun yelps when Jeno digs his fingers into his sides and topples over you. It gives Jaemin at least some sort of relief, although without the distraction of Jaemin begging Renjun to stop trying to kill him, you’re only now realizing how awkward of a position you’re in.

Your back is pressed against Jaemin’s chest, his arms still holding you in place. Renjun is on top of you, his hands pressed against the back of the couch for balance, sandwiching you in between the two men. Jeno’s next to you, sitting so close that your thighs are touching.

The rest of the room seems to notice it at the same time. Renjun freezes on top of you, not moving, and Jeno shifts aside a little bit. You squirm a bit to get out of Jaemin’s lap and it draws a low groan from him, his hips jerking a little bit. Mark giggles nervously.

It’s silent for a second, none of you quite knowing what say, until Renjun breaks it. “Was that a- did you just fucking moan?”

You can’t turn your head to look at him, but you can tell Jaemin’s blushing when he speaks. “No!” His tone is defensive and he leans closer to a skeptical Renjun, who just raises his eyebrows in turn. “Well, you try having y/n wiggling her ass on top of you! It’s not my fault!”

An incredulous squawk leaves you. “I wasn’t wiggling my ass on top of you!” You shift in order to turn in yourself Jaemin’s lap to yell at him, momentarily forgetting that Renjun’s currently in your lap. The result is you just barely shifting your hips. Your head turns just in time to see Jaemin throw his head back against the couch, his jaw clenching.

“You just did it again!” He whines. “I wouldn’t call that not wiggling your ass.”

A huff leaves you and you’re ready to argue the point further, but then Renjun is rolling his hips forward, rutting into you while simultaneously pushing you back against Jaemin. Both of you let out noises of surprise.

“Is Jaemin hard?” Renjun asks you, dipping his face down so that his lips are pressed against your neck. “Is that why he’s making all those pretty noises?”

You whimper involuntarily, the shift in mood making your head spin. Just moments ago had seen the room filled with chaos as you all teased each other. Now the room is filled with bated breathing and tension as you’re teased in a different way.

Renjun’s right: Jaemin is hard. His cock presses up against your ass nicely, and it makes you wonder how it would feel in other places. You nod and try to erase those thoughts, but it’s nearly impossible now that Renjun’s mentioned it.

“Both of you are so needy.” Renjun scoffs, but doesn’t stop his movements. And you want to roll your eyes, tell him that he’s one to talk considering he’s just as hard. “You’re probably so wet right now. Probably wish that Jaemin had his cock in you, hmm?”

Your eyes drift shut and you melt back into Jaemin’s chest, letting the two boys rut against you. It’s hard to remember that there are other people in the room.

“Okayyy, I think that’s enough.” Mark tries. “Seriously, isn’t this going a bit too far?” His voice cracks.

Your eyes snap open and you turn to look at him. His eyes are flickering around the room, gaze not lingering on anything for too long. Donghyuck looks unusually stiff on top of him. Next to you, Jeno has pulled a pillow onto his lap.

“I think it could go farther.” Renjun responds, not taking his eyes off of you. “Don’t you?”

And you should be embarrassed, should be pushing him off of you and shaking your head. These are some of your best friends, and never, never have you done anything remotely sexual with any of them.

“Yes.” The word rushes out in a breath, and you watch as the corners of his lips turn up. He turns his attention to the man under you.

“What about you, baby? You want more too?” The tone Renjun uses shocks you and you expect Jaemin to grit out a sarcastic response or flat out say no.

Jaemin whimpers.

Renjun grins and turns his head to look at Mark. “I think you have your answer.”

With your desperation spoken out loud, it seems that Renjun has thrown all caution to the wind. He ruts against you harder, and Jaemin pushes up against you, his lips attaching to your neck as he tries to muffle his moans. Your eyelids drift shut as you let the gentle wash of pleasure roll over you.

“Are you going to join or are you just going to hump the pillow until you come?” Renjun’s words pull your eyes open and you turn your head to find Jeno looking very caught. He freezes, but then he nods in a jerky motion. “Y/n, give him a hand.”

Jeno moves the pillow and lets his legs fall open a bit more. You slip your hand under the waistband of his sweats, sliding your hand over his bare cock. “No underwear?”

“Easier access.” Jeno’s words come out as a breathy moan. You pull his dick out the rest of the way, watching as his face screws up in pleasure.

Jaemin pulls your attention back to him, panting against your neck. “Fuck, ‘m gonna come. Mhmm, fuck, fuck.” He bites into your shoulder and groans, rolling his hips against you in jerky motions.

Your stomach twists with arousal and you focus on jerking Jeno off faster, your legs wrapping around Renjun’s waist in an attempt to pull him closer. It fails. You pout as he stops moving, turning his attention away from you.

“Donghyuck, c’mere,” Renjun turns to look over at the boy expectantly. “You too, Mark. Don’t you want to join the fun?”

It only takes a moment for Donghyuck to stand up, hands held awkwardly in front of him to conceal his boner. Mark doesn’t move, but he turns a little in the chair so that he has a better view. 

Renjun grins at the boy, raising his hand to fist in Donghyuck’s hair. He pulls him forward abruptly, smashing their lips together. Your jaw drops at the sight. 

Donghyuck clearly wasn’t expecting the move and he gasps, whimpering softly as Renjun gives his hair another tug. It’s a messy kiss, flashes of tongue and teeth when Renjun pulls away to nip at Hyuck’s lower lip. You clench around nothing, grabbing Jaemin’s hand and pulling it lower. 

Jaemin gets the hint and rubs you through the thin material of your shorts, snaking his other hand up to massage your breast. You let out a sigh, your head falling back against Jaemin’s chest. The movement of your hand must slow down with the bliss because Jeno covers your hand with his own, tightening your grip and fucking up into your touch.

Renjun breaks away from the kiss, rubbing over Donghyuck’s swollen bottom lip with his thumb. “Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to fuck Y/N’s pretty pussy, and after I’ve come, you’re going to eat her out. Does that sound good?” 

Donghyuck nods, looking dazed. Renjun lets go of his hair and pushes him onto the space next to Jeno. “Good. Now go sit.”

The vulgarity of Renjun’s words has you moaning openly, your core clenching around nothing. Jaemin’s fingers feel nice, but the sensation is dulled over the fabric of your pants and you feel so empty.

Renjun turns his attention back to you, knocking Jaemin’s hand away. “There are other things you can do if you really need to occupy your hands. Hold her leg for me.”

Jaemin helps Renjun slide your pants off before gripping your thigh, spreading you wide. “Why are you in charge?” Jaemin grumbles, and you aren’t looking at him, but you can just imagine the annoyance in his expression. 

“Because I want to be.” Is all Renjun says, busy with unzipping his pants. He lets them pool at his ankles before stepping out of them, grasping his cock in his palm. His eyes are dark with lust, serious as he looks into your own. “Are you ready?” “Please,” You gasp out, not caring how desperate you seem at this point. It makes Renjun smile and he wastes no time sliding into you.

A loud groan leaves him as he bottoms out, throwing his head back in pleasure. His hips start to grind into you in small motions. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn wet.”

You whimper, clenching around him at the feeling of finally being filled up. His fingers dig into your other thigh and he lifts it to wrap around his waist as he starts to fuck into you. Your back arches away from Jaemin but he keeps you anchored to him with an arm around your waist, his lips at your neck. Soft praises are whispered into your ear as Jaemin leaves open mouthed kisses wherever he can reach.

Renjun fucks into you harshly, panting with the effort it takes. Each thrust pushes you into Jaemin and the man squirms underneath you. It takes you way too long to remember that Jaemin had come in his pants earlier, and that he must be insanely sensitive right now. That doesn’t seem to matter, though, because his cock plumps up against your ass with every strained breath he lets out.

A whine of Renjun’s name leaves you as you reach for him, momentarily wondering why both of your hands feel so empty. You glance at Jeno only to find Donghyuck’s hand on his cock, the younger man grinding against Jeno’s hip. “Jaemin.” You gasp out. “Fuck, Jaemin, look.” You know the exact moment that Jaemin sees what you’re looking at. He swears and his hips buck up against your ass. “Oh my god.” He kneads more harshly at your breast, seemingly his form of grounding himself. “Holy fuck, why is this so hot?”

Jeno meets your gaze and groans, lifting his hand to your neck and pulling you closer. The kiss he brings you into is sloppy, with way too much tongue and spit. The force of it has your lips bruising and it drags a keen out of the depths of your chest. Jeno’s aggressive with his motions, bringing his hand to the back of your neck only to press you closer against him, drinking in your moans like they’re oxygen. 

You break the kiss to throw your head back, the pleasure becoming too much to handle. “Fuck, I can’t,” Jeno starts kissing down your throat, sucking harshly at one particular spot, and your sentence breaks. “I, mhmm, please, I’m gonna come.” Renjun groans and speeds up, fucking you hard and fast. “Do it. Come all over my cock, doll.” 

His words have you feeling hot and your core clenches with need as the knot of tension ties itself even tighter in your gut. Jeno pulls you in for one last filthy kiss and you melt into it, barely even able to look at him through your heavy lids. He pulls away but keeps his hand on your jaw, thumb pulling your lower lip down to part your mouth. Jeno leans a little closer then, smirking a little when you try to steal another kiss. His mouth falls open and his spit trickles into your open mouth, his thumb wiping at the little bit that runs down your chin. He groans as he watches you swallow. “Good girl.” He whispers, leaning in to press one last kiss to your lips. It’s the final straw. You come with your head thrown back, one hand grabbing onto Renjun’s shoulder, the other grabbing on to Jeno’s thigh.

Pleasure courses through you and you feel like you’re floating, coming back down to Renjun stroking his hand over your thighs, Jaemin kissing at your neck. You lazily open your eyes and look over at Jeno. The guy’s currently fucking into Donghyuck’s fist with his head thrown against the couch, back arching off of the cushions. Low grunts leave him as he works himself up, clumsily trying to reach a hand over to help Donghyuck.  

“Hyuck.” Renjun interrupts them before Jeno can come. “It’s your turn.” 

The boy looks confused for all of three seconds before his eyes drift lower, focusing on where Renjun pulls out of you. A little bit of his come spills out and Donghyuck’s eyes zero in on how your pussy clenches to try and keep all of it inside. He’s off the sofa in a second, dropping to his knees in between your spread thighs. Jeno looks betrayed. 

“Are you serious?” Jeno huffs, rolling his eyes and grabbing his own dick. Donghyuck pays him no mind, already burying his face in your cunt. 

You gasp loudly, trying and failing to squirm away from him. “Fuck, Hyuck, I’m sensitive.” He sucks harshly on your clit. “Fucking shit, Donghyuck!” He pulls away, looking up at you with dark eyes. His tongue flicks out to lick at the mess of your arousal and Renjun’s come staining his chin, “You taste so good, baby.” He’s back to eating you out before you can even think up a response.

A sob leaves you and he just uses it as encouragement to continue eating you out. You drop your hands to fist in his hair, not sure if you’re trying to push him away or pull him closer. Your free hand flails around uselessly before landing on Jaemin’s forearm, squeezing a little too tightly.

“Fuck, I can’t do this anymore.” Jaemin groans out, lifting your hips a little. You don’t pay him any mind, Donghyuck’s tongue more than a little distracting. He looks up at you with big eyes as he fucks his tongue in and out of your hole, licking at your clit. It’s so, so hot, and the burn of oversensitivity disappears as pleasure replaces it. You want to wrap your legs around his head and keep him there forever. “Oh, come on. Really Jaemin?” Donghyuck groans, and you open your eyes to ask what’s wrong, but then you feel the cockhead pressing against your entrance, hear the low moan Jaemin lets out in your ear. 

Jaemin slides into you slowly, moaning as you squirm at the intrusion, your pussy being filled deliciously. “Yeah, man, I’m not fucking coming in my pants again.” 

He gets some good leverage with his feet planted flat against the floor, setting a slow rhythm filled with hard thrusts. Hyuck pouts on the floor, and you feel bad but you don’t pay him any attention until you hear Renjun say “Did I tell you to stop?” You almost scream with pleasure when he puts his mouth back to work, flicking his tongue over your clit. He works on Jaemin, too, and you can’t see but you can certainly hear the way that the boy moans out Donghyuck’s name. The pleasure is so much, too much, and your head spins as you try to process everything that you’re feeling. You writhe on Jaemin’s lap, trying to find some way to ground yourself, but you’re completely at their mercy. Your orgasm is rushing to the surface and your eyes dart around the room, struggling to process everything that’s happening. Jaemin massages your chest with one hand, Donghyuck keeps your legs spread open with a strong grip on your thighs, his tongue on your clit. Renjun’s curled up on the empty spot next to Jeno, stroking the boys hair as Jeno jerks himself off desperately. You see flashes of white and you wonder if he’s come already. Across the room, Mark is still sitting in the same position he’d been in when everything had started. His cock is clearly hard, straining against his pants, but he keeps his hands tight on the armrests. You make eye contact and his jaw clenches, but he doesn’t look away.

It washes over you slowly at first, just a gentle rush of pleasure that grows and grows until it’s overwhelming, your eyes squeezing shut as color bursts behind your eyelids. You gasp desperately for air, clutching at Donghyuck’s hair, at Jaemin’s forearm, anything you can reach. 

Donghyuck’s barely pulled away before Jaemin’s shoves you sideways, pushing your face into the couch cushions and pulling your ass up. You lift your arms to grab onto the arm rest just in time for him to start fucking into you again. This time it’s even more brutal, the desperation and new position giving him the leverage to get deeper, to go faster. You turn your head to the side and sob. 

Your second orgasm has barely ended and already you can feel yourself being hurtled towards your third. A hand strokes you temple and you lift your head, blinking the tears out of your eyes to find Donghyuck standing in front of you. He taps the head of his cock against your lips. “Open wide, baby.” His cock is heavy on your tongue, stretching your lips nicely. Donghyuck fucks your mouth gently, considerate of the fact that Jaemin is pounding you into the next dimension. It doesn’t matter, anyways, because he doesn’t last long. Donghyuck’s been worked up and needy for so long that he spills onto your tongue in no time, stroking himself through the aftershocks. Jeno replaces him, sliding his cock down your throat and grinding his hips forward one, two, three times before spilling into your mouth. You moan as Jeno slides his fingers into your mouth, come and saliva spilling past your lips as you suck around his fingers. Jaemin smacks your ass and groans out filthy praises. His rhythm falters and you know that he’s close. You’re close too, you just pray you get there first. 

“Pretty girl.” Jeno strokes your head, looking down at you with dark eyes. “So pretty even though you're such a mess for us.” You hum softly, glancing away from him. 

Your eyes land on Mark, and you watch as he loses his composure, a soft “fuck” leaving him as he gives in. His hand slips down to touch his cock and you’re done, smashing your face into the cushion as your orgasm slams into you.

Sticky warmth spills down your thighs, your pussy swollen and aching but feeling so horribly empty. You clench around nothing, whining incoherently for Jaemin to put his cock back in you but he doesn’t listen. Whether it’s because he’s already come or because he just can’t hear what you’re saying, you don’t know.

Jeno helps you sit up, Jaemin wiping at the tears under your eyes and pulling you onto his lap. Mark quickly yanks his hand out of his pants and stands up, storming out of the room. Donghyuck laughs tiredly from where he’s curled up on the floor. 

“That was fucking amazing.” Renjun sighs, scooting closer to you and Jaemin. You hum happily, leaning into their touch. And you know that you’ve probably just had enough sex to last you a week, but there’s something missing. 

“I have to pee.” You announce, pecking each of them on the lips before standing up. 

“Are you sure you can walk?” Jaemin asks, raising his eyebrows at the way you limp, at the way you wince when you take a step.

You laugh and nod. “Yeah, I’m good. Don’t worry.” The bathroom door is on the left but you make a right, finding Mark sitting on his bed. He has his head thrown back, pants kicked off somewhere on the floor. He looks up at you with wide eyes when you walk in, freezing. “Fuck, sorry, I- uh.” He laughs nervously. “I didn’t mean to-” “You didn’t mean to jerk off?” You raise your eyebrows, shutting the door behind you. “Don’t tell me your hand slipped and accidentally landed on your cock. Your very hard cock.”

Mark swallows thickly as you make your way closer to him. His eyes trail over your bare legs, catching on the way your nipples perk up against the fabric of your shirt, how the collar barely hides your hickeys. He bites his lip. “Were you thinking of me? You probably were, hmm?” You sit down next to him, brushing your thumb over his jaw. “You were thinking of how good I looked getting fucked, right?” He gapes at you for a long second, and you wonder if he’ll ever respond. You’re about to speak up again, ask if you’re going too far, but then something snaps in his eyes and you’re suddenly being pinned under him. He smashes your lips together, grinding against you a few times before pulling back. “God, you’re such a fucking slut.” He groans out, slamming his cock into you. You cry out, grasping at his shoulders. Your used pussy flares in pain, but there’s a certain pleasure to it that has you rocking your hips against him, wanting him to move. “Four cocks weren’t enough? You need a fifth?” “I need you, Mark.” It’s the right thing to say, apparently, because he doesn’t waste another second before starting up a brutal rhythm, hips slamming against your own with audible force. You moan and arch against him, wrapping your legs tight around his waist.

Mark sits up on his knees and tugs you onto his lap, hitting deeper, harder. He drops his face to rest in the crook of your neck and bites down. “Say my name.” “Fuck, Mark.” You moan, a sob ripping through you. “Mark, please, I wanna come.” “Who’s making you feel this way? Who’s fucking you this good?” He presses his thumb down against your clit and it’s way too much for you, sharp electricity shooting through your body.

“You are! Mark, you’re fucking me so- well, fuck, mhmm, fuck!” Stars burst behind your eyelids and you hear nothing but static, feel nothing but overwhelming bliss and serenity. 

Your eyes open to find Mark laying next to you, Donghyuck with his head resting on your chest. A sleepy sigh leaves you and you realize how dry your throat is, your voice cracking when you try to speak. Mark hands you a mug.

“Jaemin heard you scream and brought you tea.” Mark explains. You must make a face because both men laugh, Donghyuck cooing and poking your nose. “Aww, she’s embarrassed. Don’t be- you sounded hot as fuck.” Donghyuck reassures you. Mark agrees.

“Yeah. I can’t believe you passed out, though. That was like, really hot.” Mark adds. You just hum. 

There’s a thought swirling in the back of your mind and you blink harshly, turning your head to face Donghyuck. “Did Renjun ever find his phone.” Hyuck snorts. “Yeah, it was on his bed.” Mark mumbles something and pulls you away from the other boy, tightening his hold on your waist. You sink back into the embrace.

It’s so comfortable to be cuddled by both of them, but your bladder is screaming at you and you have the desperate urge to brush your teeth and shower. You groan and force yourself to sit up. “I have to pee.”

Donghyuck raises his eyebrows. “You’re not going to go and have sex again, are you?” Your face heats up as you remember that that’s the excuse you used earlier to sneak off to Mark’s room. You shake your head. “Good. Hang on, I’ll call the muscle to carry you to the bathroom.”

He screams for Jeno and you let yourself collapse against the mattress, laughing contentedly.

[stardustincarnate]

CONFESSION // Mello x Reader

word count : 4016 genre : fluff a/n : i haven’t gotten over my writer’s block, so yes -- here i am, once again posting old fics from my wattpad account. 

Today is the day.

After contemplating about it for a couple of weeks and confiding it to his best pal, Matt, Mello has finally decided to confess his feelings for you tonight, exploiting the situation where you two will normally go riding on the city streets during Friday midnights such as this one.

To say the least, he isn't the best in this kind of thing— love, that is. Before, all he could think about was one thing which was proving that he's better than Near, and besides, no one really piqued his interest. But then the enigma that you are came.

You can be cunningly evil at times if you want to. You'll often say to the ones you've fooled or to the other mafia members, "It's nothing personal, it's just business." You also have a harsh mouth as he would like to describe. Anything that comes out of it may sound derisive or blatant, but it's basically the truth. You don't sugarcoat things— you don't even try to. Although sometimes you seem to make the truth more cruel than it really is, which makes you look too intimidating for the others. They're only thankful that you don't talk very often and only will if you have something conducive to say.

But that's not all that you are. Mello could feel it, so he grew curious of you. Just a mere speck of curiosity, but then it grew. He wanted to talk to you, but then he asked himself what's the point of doing so, thus he disregarded the idea. That's why you developed a friendship with Matt, who you think is really fun to be with, first. Then as your friendship grew, he thought of introducing you to Mello, and that's when it began. To be frank the beginning of your friendship wasn't easy, and to think that friendship only started growing not until you celebrated a year and a half of being with the mafia.

It was a long process, but in the end, it was worth the wait. Day by day he started lowering the walls he barricaded himself with, and same as you. He became really outgoing and deep down truly caring as your friend, like he is with Matt, because after all you two are the only family he has. And— let's not forget his strange addiction with chocolates! And, well, you like it.

You like him.

Mello knows this as well. He knows that his feelings are reciprocated and he's happy with that. But the question is, who's going to make the first move? Certainly not you. Between fighting the devil and confessing your feelings for someone, you'd probably choose the former. You don't seem like the kind of person who will make the first move. He as well is like that.

And that leads us to his acquiescence of doing it instead. Did he have a choice? Well, maybe, if one considers you doing it instead, but that will definitely take several months, or even years, from now. And he can't wait that long! What if you suddenly start to develop feelings for another person? He can't lose you, you that is just in front of his eyes, one step away from him. He needs to grab the opportunity while it still is there.

Because with you, he feels happy and contented. And for the first time he finally feels like he is number one.

And he really is, in your heart.

"Wooh!"

Matt exclaims after slamming the door, causing Mello to jolt upwards from his reverie. "You know I almost got caught by another mem!"

"Is it done?"

"Of course."

"Hm. You sure this suggestion is for the better? You know how scary that woman can be when she's mad. Especially after finding out that her tires have been flattened."

"Didn't you say you wanted something more romantic tonight? So, I thought of flattening her tires so she can't use her own scooter, that way she can ride with you."

"Uh-uh... Is it romantic though?"

"You two will be close enough. And—no perverted thoughts—she gets to wrap her arms around you while riding. If that's not romantic, I literally don't know what is."

"I'm having qualms about this one."

"What? I'm just as clueless as you are when it comes to romance. I'm doing my best here to help you ya know?"

"I know, I know. Sorry."

"It's your fault you fell in love with her." Matt jests, chuckling. But he immediately behaves himself when he sees that deadly glare of his friend. "Hey! I was only kidding! Don't look at me like that, Mels. You're creeping me out."

"Hah. But I guess you're right. My fault. And great— now I'm having more doubts than before and feeling.. tentative."

"The almighty Mello is nervous? Wow. I never thought I'd live to see this day!"

"Say one more word and I'll make sure it's the last you'll ever emit."

"HE-HE-HEY! Now you're just being belligerent. Don't worry. I'm sure you two will come back here as a couple. Swear it on my life. So stop doubting yourself. And just.. don't act awkward and dorky when confessing towards your little devil."

"Just how am I supposed to do that?"

"I don't know. Just don't."

Mello heaves a sigh. "Sometimes I do wonder if you're really the smart Matt they used to talk about back in the orphanage."

Matt only grins. He's about to reply, but then they both hear footsteps—angry footsteps—coming closer.

"Oh, speaking of the devil. Here she comes. In three.. two.. one.."

With that, you kick the door open and look around. You look like you're about to whip someone's ass and the men can almost laugh at your reaction knowing the reason behind it. You give them a steely look when they unknowingly start to curve their lips to a grin. They quickly change their reaction.

"This has gotta be one of the worse days of my life!" You exclaim as you slump on the sofa beside Mello. "I can't go with you. I've got a flat tire, and I have no idea why. Someone must've done it.."

"Who would do such a terrible thing? Especially to you, the devil no one else even bothers to approach?" Mello momentarily glances at Matt before taking a bite of his chocolate, which you then steals from his grip. "But don't worry, I gotcha. You can ride me... with me I mean! You can ride with me, NOT RIDE ME—good Lord I'm sorry."

'Aha, and there goes Matt's reminder that I shouldn't act awkward.' He looks away with a blush.

"I think [Y/N] is okay with either of that—"

You raise an eyebrow at Matt. "Oh, you mean you Mathematics. You can ride him all you want so don't be shy and put my name in your shoes."

"That's not—!"

"—ANYWAYS, Willy Wonka, you sure you okay with me riding with you? You won't mind?"

"Jesus, stop calling me that! And yes. You're my friend so I won't mind."

"Thanks mate!" To his surprise, you hug him from the side. And you are hugging him a little too much. "You know I've always wanted to ride your motor. It looks cooler than mine."

"Ah.. well— you're squeezing me a bit too much.. don't you think?"

You pull away and snicker. "Sorry. You're like a marshmallow that I just want to squeeze sometimes."

"EHEM. Pardon me, will you? I need to go to the restroom."

Matt stands up, thinking that his job here as cupid is done—or not quite yet. He has one last plan in mind. And even he isn't sure that that plan is going to make things better or worse.

"Enjoy taking another dump!" You shout as he leaves the room, making sure to lock it. Now you and Mello are completely alone, facing one another in utter silence. And it's too silent that you can hear some of the other mafia members arguing in a distant room. You can even hear someone moaning. Mello can hear it too.

You both give each other a look that only you two can understand.

"Oof. Must be nice. Err, so anyways," you start. "The usual place tonight?" And by that you mean stopping by to go atop a dilapidated building in a forsaken road to stargaze with him for ten minutes. You two make sure to always include going there to find tranquility in the stars and with each other. It temporarily removes all the problems and worries you have.

With Mello ruefully shaking his head, you frown. He puts an arm over your shoulder and nods reassuringly instead. You hide a smile.

"We can do that next week or earlier if we're not too preoccupied so don't be so glum. I'll be taking you somewhere new. I'm sure you'll like it."

"I hope so. Otherwise I'm gonna kick your ass."

"You'll be the one getting your ass kicked it if you don't give me back my chocolate right now."

"But I need chocolate too! Chocolate makes you happy. So I need it, 'kay?!"

"As far as I know that chocolate is mine and not yours???"

"But I'm your friend aren't I? You still have a lot of stock in there I'm sure."

"I'm running out of chocolates so give it back you little demon."

He hastily maneuvers before you can even stand up and try running away. He seizes your wrists and places your arms behind your back to prevent you from moving. Since you two are facing each other instead of him being behind you, the position is rather awkward. The proximity of your faces makes both of you blush and in an instance he backs away. You cackle in triumph as to his dismay of not getting his chocolate back.

You look at your wristwatch before taking a bite of the sweet. "Well Marsh-Mello, what are we waiting for? Let's hit the road! I'm already bored." You hold his hand the moment he stands up and you two run outside.

Mello throws the helmet to you which almost hit your face, earning an irked look from you. He then starts the engine as you wear your helmet.

When he starts to move just before you can take a seat, you panic. Of course he only wants to toy with you. He stops at a corner and waits for you, who's running and ready to smash his face. You pant as you finally reach him.

"You little bastard! Why'd you have to make me suffer?"

"Why shouldn't I?"

"You groan and then sit behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. The closeness of your bodies make you both blush. He makes sure you're all set before once again driving in a high speed that made you hug him tighter. You've always known that he drives this fast, but to experience it yourself? It feels like your skin is being blown away and seperated from your bones.

"W-Would you mind slowing down, just a bit?"

"Come on [Y/N], that's not fun."

"So you call this fun? You're gonna kill us both. I'm too beautiful to die right now!"

"Tsk. You're no fun." You're about to make a rebuttal but he slows down reluctantly and matches the speed you will normally drive at. You sigh in relief and absently rests your chin on his right shoulder, looking at the stores, buildings, and a few people walking on the sidewalk which you are hastily passing by. On your left you see numbered vehicles and a few more buildings.

You're enjoying the ride, however, you hear the tire from behind pop. That is already bad, and worse comes when the front one pops too. He goes to the side before halting.

"Shit! Just our luck!"

"Haha seems like you and I share the same fate, huh? Goals."

Mello sighs as a realization dawns him.

'Matt.. you little shit.'

"Whadda we do now?" You worriedly ask.

"We're still halfway to the place I'm taking you and this happens.. I suppose I can just park this somewhere. You wouldn't mind walking, would you?"

"Sounds fine with me then."

He nods and parks the motor beside a bicycle and a car in front of a store, placing a tracker in it just in case it gets stolen. But if it ever does, he can just get another one. Legally or not. Doesn't matter.

In silence, you and Mello start walking side by side. Arriving upon a city bridge you can't help but stare at the river. The limit to what you can see on its side is a lively city despite the hour, with skyscrapers and billboard signs lit up. You can hear the occasional, distant sounds of car engines.

You avert your gaze back in the front, meeting chatty people on your way who are walking opposite to you and Mello. You realize that they're mostly couples who are matching clothes and openly talking, not caring if they're to be heard by others. Mello also notices, and not only that but the way you two undeniably look like one. Without any intentions, your clothes match. Not that it's a big deal since everyday you two wear black, but because of your surroundings, he might as well seize the opportunity.

Beaming from ear to ear, he holds your hand and intertwines your fingers together. You're confused, but at the same time liking it, a blush creeping on your face.

"Don't mind if I do. We don't wanna look like a couple who can't bear with each other after some kind of quarrel, do we?"

"But we're not a couple."

"No, not yet."

You stop and raise an eyebrow.

"Oop. Did I say that out loud? My bad."

He cheekily grins. It's only a joke, you think, but at the same time you wish that he's not joking—which he really isn't.

"Hey, how long are we going to walk?"

"Why? Are your feet giving up already? Want a piggyback?"

You completely turn red. He smiles at that.

"Nah.. I—"

"Don't waste the opportunity. I might change my mind later."

"I don't care. This is enough."

You squeeze his hand tightly—too tight that he swears he feel his phalanges breaking—but unexpectedly, he just moans. And people look at the two of you.

"The fuck was that?!? I didn't know you were some kind of masochist!"

"DID YOU REALLY HAVE TO SAY IT OUT LOUD?"

"AHA so you do admit being a masochist!!"

"WHAT? NO! I'M NOT!"

"Why so defensive now?"

"Because people are hearing you???"

"Let them! HAHAHAHA! MY BOYFRIEND IS A MASOCHIST! ISN'T THAT CUTE??"

But after realizing what you just said, you stop and gnaw your lower lip.

"Oh earth swallow me right now.. Sorry! God I'm embarrassed. You're not my boyfriend—"

"Didn't I tell you? Not yet."

You punch his shoulder playfully. "Stop joking around! I might actually believe you ya know?"

"Who said I was joking?"

"..Of course you are—"

"—OH, here we are!"

He diverts the topic, leaving you to slightly pout to yourself as he turns left to an unoccupied and dark area, pulling you to the railing where you two halt and see the perfect angle to view the city and the river from. The water and its light ripples glimmer under the moonlight as the brisk wind hits your skin, making you slightly shiver. Mello notices this and takes off his jacket, insisting you should wear it instead. You don't argue.

"Mello, this is.. magnificent. And a nice spot to stargaze as well! It's pretty wherever I lay my eyes on."

"Except behind us, maybe. You don't like trees that much."

You cackle. "They give me the creeps, especially during night. But at least we don't have to face that way, do we?"

He shakes his head as he laughs, inclining himself closer to you. He places his hands just beside yours on the railing, looking up and then looking at you, who's still busy admiring the sky.

He can't help but smile admiring you in your adorable placidity.

"The stars are pretty tonight." You say as you notice him looking at you in your peripheral vision.

"You always say that. They're always pretty. Sparkly."

"Mesmerizing to look at." You add. He nods, still staring at you.

"That's why I love the stars.."

"Uh huh. And chocolate." You grin.

"And you."

You stand flabbergasted, daring not to look at him directly. Your heart feels like it's about to jolt out of your chest. Your fingers begin to tremble on their own as you feel something intangible whirling inside your stomach. You know what it is—and he's making your heart flutter. But you can't trust this feeling as you aren't even sure if he's joking or not. And if he is, you kinda hate it. You want it to be real.

"Aye, don't flirt with me. That's so not you." You snap, rolling your eyes.

It doesn't take him too long to perceive what's on your mind. He taps your shoulder before sitting on the railing, inviting you to join him. You're a little hesitant for the fear of falling to the water. And when it comes to this kind of thing, you don't trust Mello. You're sure he'll eventually push you. The number of times he had done this to you in some places before is something you can't even count anymore.

"C'mon [Y/N]. Don't be scared. I won't push you. Or if I do, you're free to drag me as well."

"Tch. So you do intend to push me." Nevertheless, you sit beside him and grip the bars tightly with your clammy palms. Luckily the concrete extends six inches after the railing.

Mello feels like you two aren't physically close enough, and he thinks it's not 'romantic' enough, so he slides even closer to you until his palm is already above your hand and your shoulders bump.

"Oh, no. You keep your distance, Mr. Wonka."

"It's not like we're having social distancing here you know?"

"You're too close."

"And I'm going to get even closer.."

He whispers, his hot breath tickling the side of your neck. You sigh and face him, and your noses bump. You urgently back away and you almost slip if not for him.

"What's gotten into your system for you to act so flirty all of a sudden?"

"You."

"MELLO!! I'm damn serious. Like, all the jests can wait but for now, just.. don't flirt with me. I'm in no mood."

"Aww, trying to shoo me away huh? After stealing my heart and my chocolates, here you are suddenly breaking my poor, poor heart."

"One more attempt and I'm going to drown you."

"Heeeeeeey. Don't be so vicious now." He softly bumps your shoulder with his. You only click your tongue in annoyance.

"Seriously. Stop messing with me. I hate you."

"No you don't. I'm not messing with you. I'm serious—"

"Tch. Serious my ass."

"..You don't have one—"

"See? You little fucktard. You keep on messing with me. So just stop flirting with me. I swear I'll kill you if you continue."

"Whaaat? Seriously, I'm not messing with you. You gotta—"

"Mels, no, no, no. You can poke fun of me, push me off right now or anything but just don't flirt with me. You're a bastard for torturing my feelings. That's not cool at all. Damn it," you spat. He keep his silence, his mouth starting to gape.

"Don't make me assume things because I really, really, really like you!"

The words pour out unbidden. Your voice resonates and immediately you shut up and look down with a furious blush.

'That's it, congratulations for possibly ruining your friendship.' You think as you bite your lower lip.

Your blush vanishes as the fluttering feeling in your chest does, being replaced with instant regret, as if your heart has dropped to your stomach.

The look of surprise in his face turns to a cheeky grin. With much glee, he chuckles.

"I've always known this devil is a pure softie inside..."

"M-Mello.."

You are about to tear up, but then he says, "Do you know what you just did? You ruined my plans, [Y/N]! But I suppose I can forgive you for that."

"What?? Plan?? Damn you, damn you, damn you! I knew you were up to no good! Damn it, Mello! Pretend this night never existed. I'm outta here—"

"No no, it's not what you think. 'I like you' was supposed to be my line, not yours!" He can't help but burst out laughing, leaving you momentarily dazed, but then when you realize what he possibly meant by that, it's as if your heart has come back to life. Your face turns red.

"I was going to confess to you tonight, but it looks like the tables had turned. You are a.. partypooper! Do you know how many times I've practice saying that in front of Matt, just to end up with you saying it instead of me? Unbelievable!"

He wheezes, catches his breath, then looks at you. "And look, I'm not complaining, alright? Haha.. but the way things turn out to be in the end is just so.. whimsical. But I'm gonna say it anyway: I like you. I like you a lot."

You scrutinize his facial expression just to be sure that he's serious, and you confirm he truly is. He's absently smiling, and just from staring at you is the reason. Rapture dances in his eyes. He looks genuinely happy and candid at the moment. And here you are left speechless, only staring at him as a sheepish smile slowly invades your face.

You almost lose your grip on the railing when he briefly kisses your cheek. And again, nothing comes out of your mouth.

"Do I also need to say that I wanna be your boyfriend? Because, isn't it obvious?"

"Mello..."

"No pressure, [Y/N]. If we both like each other but you're not yet ready for a relationship, I understand and I can wait."

"Well.." You hide your face on his shoulder because you feel like the longer you stare at him, the more probable it is that you'll faint. "Uhm.. Err... Have you ever been.. in a relationship?"

"No, not really. You will be my first one. If you accept."

You smile. "Well, same as you here."

"Really? I thought you already had a partner or two before."

"I had no time to be in love. Add that some of the people I was acquainted with sucked, and the kind ones.. well, let's just say that they seemed to be missing something.. something that, I suppose, only you have. And.. it will really make me happy if you are to be my first," you lift your head up to meet his eyes. "So I accept."

"You serious?? Right here?? Right now??"

"Need I repeat myself, partner-in-crime?"

"Haha! Course not!"

You peck his cheek as your warm smile broadens. You then rest your head on his shoulder, your eyes never leaving the distant city as he wraps an arm around your waist, meticulous so that you two wouldn't slip from the railing and fall down.

"I think it's safe to assume now that you're the one behind flattening my tires. And just so I can ride with you. You're a cunning man, so I suppose you also did something with your own scooter just so we could walk together, like couples in movies. Haha I never thought you'd think something like that!"

"It was Matt's idea. Swear. He thought it was more romantic that way. And he's probably the one who rigged my scooter. He really can be a huge pain in the ass sometimes."

"Like you are."

"Aw come on. Take that back you little demon!"

"Noooopeeeee! Pfahahaha— AAAA SHIT!"

And with that, you both plunge into the frigid water with a loud splash.

[bokutoslittlebird]

Indebted

Day 8 of Matsuhana week: Yakuza

Summary: Left with his father’s debts, Hanamaki decides to not pay back the dangerous Yakuza boss until he’s on his knees before the man himself.

Warnings: mafia/yakuza business, threatening letters (not into much detail), minor character death (by cancer), tranquilizer gun, kidnapping, age gap, fingering, Virgin!Hanamaki, bit of corruption kink, lube, no condom, creampie

“Why does he have so much junk?” He groans, looking through another box. “Who’d have known the old man had so much stuff to hide?”

Hanamaki was digging through his ill father’s belongings. His mother was currently at the hospital while the nurses caught her up on the situation, but it wasn’t looking good. The cancer had spread to his brain, signaling his end was near. His mother, however, decided to dig into their limited money supply to see if it could be fixed, leaving them with same amount of money before his father got that new job about 10 years ago. So, Hanamaki thought he could sell some items to get extra cash.

Oh, he wasn’t planning on sharing it.

His mother had taken plenty of money he could have used for college, as well as moving out. Even now, she refused to see that her husband was a lost cause and keep the money to use on her son, but no. She’ll get all the life insurance money, as well, so it’s not like she’s in desperate need of cash. Hanamaki, on the other hand, could barely eat and make ends meet when he worked at a nearby pizza restaurant. The answer, and his reasonings, were clear.

Digging through a box he found under the bed, Hanamaki’s face changes drastically as he opens the box to find money. Wads of paper bills that could set him up for the next year, honestly. However, as he takes the money, he finds a note underneath it. Curious as ever, he decides to read it.

“50,000 yen for the Boss” is all it reads, making him tilt his head. However, more digging through the box makes him realize his dad was not just hoarding money, but rather keeping the money and giving it to this.. Boss guy. A part of Hanamaki told him it was bad news, but the other part of him needed money.

Pocketing the cash and grabbing any antiques, he left the room and never looked back.

Three days later, a proper ceremony was in place for Hanamaki’s father, who finally succumbed to the cancer eating him and left behind a widow and a son. Hanamaki’s mother was incessant on a proper burial, despite the money necessary for it. Condolence money would be given, but that money was hardly enough for someone to have a proper ceremony. Hanamaki may have spent most of his time picking bones and putting them in the urn, but he wasn’t going with his mother and uncle to the family grave, instead going back to his car.

A cheap, old car that needed a lot of money to be back into good working order, but Hanamaki liked how reliable it was. It may creak and sigh and he can’t go too fast, but he’s always to work on time and never wastes money sprucing it up. Getting to the car, however, Hanamaki saw something under his wiper. A note, most likely.

“Who-“ he sputtered, looking around the empty parking lot. He wasn’t parked illegally, nor was he in a special spot, so he wonders who left it. Reading it made him wish he didn’t.

“To the young Hanamaki Takahiro, in the wake of your father’s passing, you are to take on full responsibility and pay back his accumulated debt. Sincerely, Seijoh Family.”

Hanamaki was no idiot. He may have been able to forget about the notes and letters and the money, but he couldn’t as his eyes ran over the inked words. The Seijoh Family was a yakuza family that was well known for helping those down on their luck, as long as you could pay them back when your luck turned around. It suddenly made sense.

The lack of money and his always empty stomach, the fighting between his parents, all of it suddenly changed within a couple of days with a new promotion. Hanamaki went from eating small quantities to large ones, his house went from a small one to a nice and big one. Everything got better, but then everything got worse. It was more of a middle ground, honestly, but he could feel it slipping. His father had gotten everything he wanted and then suddenly, he needed to pay back the money he was loaned. And now, with his cremated remains in an urn, Hanamaki would be taking up his father’s debts.

Although the message scares Hanamaki, he can’t afford to let it control him. He has to go back to work and prepare for college classes soon. He can’t be worried about some creepy guy planning to kill him because he’s struggling. Even as he tells himself that, the next couple of days has him putting tips into a jar in his kitchen, sliding it under the sink and out of his sight. The money he took from his father was 10x what he makes in a week, making him worried that he’ll never be able to pay back the sum of debt.

With the dread of something bad about to happen, Hanamaki decides to push the thought away, hoping a gooey cheeseburger and soda can take the feeling away. With his dinner, a movie will be enough to take his mind off of everything. As soon as he sits down, though, he gets a wiggling doorknob. Hoping it’s someone trying to get into the wrong apartment, he waits for it to stop. When it does, he relaxes once more, only to then fly out of his seat when two people walk through the door.

They’re big, despite Hanamaki having some muscle on him. Big and dressed in dark clothing, wearing protective layers on their face so he can’t get a proper look at them. He’s quick enough to try to get away, hopping over the couch to reach the balcony when one of the guys shoots him with something. Face planting on the floor in front of the window, the last thing Hanamaki sees is the guy pull out a cell phone.

When Hanamaki comes to, the first thing he notices is the hushed whispers and he’s draped over something — or someone. His arms feel like jelly, but his eyes slowly open to reveal a corridor, dimly lit as the same two guys, he thinks, walking behind him. He’s momentarily startled awake by them, but he realizes he soon has other worries when he notices he’s entered a big room, the door shutting loudly behind him.

“Is this the one?”

“Yes sir,” one of them answers. Hanamaki is then placed down on his knees in front of the other person in the room. A glance is all Hanamaki is blessed with before his head is shoved down, almost into the floor by the guy behind him. “Head down,” he sternly says.

“Now, now. We mustn’t hurt him too badly. How else will I get my money back?” The man says, the chair underneath him creaking as he leans forward. With his head no longer forced down, Hanamaki takes another chance to look up at the man before him. Clad in black slacks and sleek shoes, Hanamaki has an easy time figuring out just who’s in front of him. The ironed white shirt had a few buttons loose, sleeves rolled to his elbows, showing enough muscles to know force was a valid option. The man himself had a smirk that made it seem as though he was playing a game with Hanamaki, further proved when his hand grabbed Hanamaki’s chin and let him get a better look. “You’re quite young, aren’t you? College age, perhaps?”

“How did-“ Hanamaki sputters, only to stop when his smirk drops. “Sir?”

“Matsukawa Issei. I’m sure you’re aware of your father’s debts, which are now your responsibility. However, I can’t see how I’d benefit from someone struggling to make ends meet. I may be cruel, but I’m also fair. If you can’t work and live comfortably, I can’t get all my money back. Do you see my dilemma?”

“You could, I don’t know, let me go?” Hanamaki suggests, raising an eyebrow. He mentally takes a point when Matsukawa’s lips tilt into a smile.

“You’re funny, but I can’t do that,” he sighs, smile dropping. His eyes then turn to the goons in the room. “Get out. I’ll discuss things in private,” he orders, each subordinate leaving. Once gone, he sighs once more as he moves over to his desk, pressing a button as shades cover the windows and the room is pitched into darkness. When the desk lamp and floor lamp near the couch turn on, Hanamaki finally gets a better look at the room.

Despite being shoved to his knees before Matsukawa as if he was placed on a throne, the room looks similar to a study. With Matsukawa leaning against a dark mahogany desk, large and almost empty aside from an old looking phone and a control board, the only thing left in the room are pictures on the wall and the spacious couch. The pillows looked so comfortable and much more expensive than the cheap couch he owns. Once Hanamaki had finished looking around, he straightened his back a bit more and looked at Matsukawa, wondering just what was going to happen.

“What’s next, then? You can’t kill me because then you don’t get money, but you also can’t just let me go because I can’t pay you back like my old man did, so we’re in limbo,” he breaks the silence first, eyes scanning Matsukawa for any instance of movement.

“You’ll still be paying me back, of course. I can’t lend you any money because of your father’s debts, sadly. Although, I’m sure you’d not want to be in his same shoes. You know what, I like you, so I’ll give you some options,” he begins walking closer to Hanamaki, making adrenaline kick in. He may not seem threatening, but he has an entire building full of people at his fingertips. As he circles Hanamaki, he continues talking. “Option one, you pay me back at your leisure. I’ll even help you a bit, of course making you pay back more, but you’re not on a time limit like everyone else. Option two, I take the money I can from you and your mother, who currently sits on your father’s life insurance money, and leave you with just enough to scrape by. Option three,” he stops, kneeling in front of a currently exhausted Hanamaki, taking his chin between his fingers until they’re eye to eye, “you let me blow off some steam and your debt will be down 10 times it’s original amount. So you don’t have to do the math, that means instead of roughly 50 million yen, you’ll be paying only 5 million. It’s quite a lot, I’ll admit, but it’s much better than what you have to pay.”

“What’s.. what does blowing off steam count as, exactly? Letting you hit me every time you get angry or something?”

“No, as in you let me use your body as I see fit. I could hit you, but I have other ideas in mind,” he says, smiling as Hanamaki’s face darkens when the gears start moving. “You can decline, of course, but that’s a lot of money. Not to mention, you’re still gonna have to pay rent and buy groceries, you may die before paying off the debt. Like I said—“

“I’ll do it,” Hanamaki interjects, relaxing his shoulders but still sitting up straight. “Despite the cliché of me paying with my body, it’s really not the worst thing in the world. I’d prefer it over you hitting me, as well,”

“The deal has been made and that means from this moment on, you and your body will belong to me,” Matsukawa says, then moves behind Hanamaki. “I’ve the perfect spot for you to lie, as well,” he practically purrs in Hanamaki’s ear, nudging him up and forward. To the desk.

“Kinda expected the couch, but it’s better than the floor,” Hanamaki chuckles, only to then gasp as cool metal slides against his skin. It’s a knife, he’s sure of it, but as soon as it’s there, it’s gone again and his bound wrists are free. Completely focused on his surroundings, Hanamaki forgot about his bound wrists until suddenly they were no longer forced behind his back. Once free, Matsukawa spins him around traps him against the desk, his hand once more cupping his chin.

“You’re a cute one. Ever kissed someone?”

“When I was 10. Some girl was dared to kiss me, but not recently,” Hanamaki breathlessly whispers, eyes drawn to Matsukawa’s lips when they’re so close. Feeling his breath ghost over his lips has him wishing for things to move a bit faster, but Matsukawa won’t give him that satisfaction.

“Some dare to kiss you hardly counts. I meant a real one,” he says in response, but doesn’t encourage a reply when his lips press against Hanamaki’s, tilting his head as his hand moves to the back of Hanamaki’s head while his other hand slips beneath the cardigan and oversized t-shirt, feeling warm skin. With his lips melding against Hanamaki’s, he finds his fingers running through pink strands as the other slips into jeans and further down, making Hanamaki tense. A swipe over the bottom lip with his tongue and Matsukawa pulls away, licking away the small strand of saliva keeping them tethered. “Like that?”

Although Matsukawa was referring to his previous sentence, Hanamaki shakily sighed as he nodded, “I did,” making Matsukawa chuckle a bit. Removing his hand from Hanamaki’s hair and jeans, Matsukawa places him on the desk. “Pretty empty for a big desk. You usually take people’s virginities on desks?” Hanamaki jokes, hoping to lighten the heavy mood, obviously unfamiliar with such serious situations.

“Virginities?” Matsukawa asks, his hands stopping at Hanamaki’s thighs before squeezing as he smiles. “I’ve never gotten the opportunity to take someone’s virginity, actually. Only taken those who thought sleeping with me would save their skin. It didn’t, but that was because it was always their idea. You, on the other hand,” he says, hands once more moving to slide under Hanamaki’s t-shirt, “are in a one of a kind situation. I’ll make sure to treat you kindly.”

“Um, small request, if I may,” Hanamaki says, hands moving from Matsukawa’s shoulders to his hands, stopping them from sliding off his clothes. “Can I keep on my shirt? I don’t feel quite comfortable being so.. vulnerable. I understand if—“

“Granted,” Matsukawa cuts him off, hands still sliding against his skin but not aiming to strip him of his clothes. After all, the main focus isn’t making Hanamaki uncomfortable but rather to send him through throes of pleasure. Hands move down, curling around the hem of his jeans as Matsukawa presses his lips to Hanamaki’s jaw and neck, making the younger man sigh in bliss. When his pants are taken off, Hanamaki flushes as Matsukawa’s fingers then gently pry off his boxers. The simple act of sliding them down his legs is made more sensual as Matsukawa kisses down his body, only to stop at his hard cock. “Excited, are we?”

“Well, you’re very good at this,” he quips back, turning his head. Instead of huffing and puffing, Hanamaki soon finds himself biting his finger when Matsukawa’s tongue slides against his cock. “I didn’t think—“

“I’m quite familiar when it comes to pleasure. Sit back and relax,” Matsukawa says, wrapping his lips around Hanamaki’s cock before putting it all in his mouth. The ease of which he takes all of Hanamaki doesn’t go unnoticed, but he’s not bothered by it as much while his hands massage the meat on Hanamaki’s thighs. Hanamaki is more bothered by it, seeing as he lets out soft moans while his teeth bite on one hand and his other curls into Matsukawa’s hair. Whines come from him as his back arches, feeling Matsukawa’s tongue lap at the side of his cock, only to then take him all back into his mouth.

While Hanamaki is busy moaning and trying to not finish so quickly, Matsukawa digs into his drawer and takes out a large bottle of lube. Its top is easy to remove without needing to see, Matsukawa slipping a couple of fingers into the cool liquid before rubbing those fingers against Hanamaki’s puckered hole. The cool sensation has Hanamaki gasping, hand moving from his mouth to grasp at the edge of the desk while his other tightens it’s hold on Matsukawa’s hair. With some more lube applied, Matsukawa slides in one of his fingers while his tongue swirls around Hanamaki’s tip. The sensations all together has Hanamaki seeing stars, a sweet mewl as he finally finishes, right into Matsukawa’s mouth.

Through his pants, Hanamaki manages to give a small apology to Matsukawa, who wipes some excess cum off his lips before licking it, locking eyes with Hanamaki as he does. He also doesn’t stop fingering Hanamaki, moving his finger in and out of him while he continues to whine from the sensations. Taking his finger out, Matsukawa applies some more lube to his fingers and pushes in two at the same time, soon adding three while Hanamaki gasps and moans, hands latching onto Matsukawa’s covered shoulders.

Once Matsukawa has deemed him ready enough, Hanamaki feels his fingers leaving while he craves more. Wiping off his fingers with a nearby handkerchief, Matsukawa then finally unbuttons his shirt and tosses it to the side, letting Hanamaki see all the muscles underneath. Despite not seeming very strong, Matsukawa had plenty of defined muscles that flexed as he stripped himself of his shirt, as well as moving to unbuckle his belt and unzip himself. Hanamaki couldn’t wait to feel those muscles under his own fingertips.

Once free of his boxers, Matsukawa applies a generous amount of lube to his cock while Hanamaki practically trembles with excitement. The sheer size of Matsukawa makes him wonder if it’ll actually fit, seeing as three fingers can’t compare to the size, but he’s always been up for a challenge. As Matsukawa lines himself up, he takes Hanamaki’s chin in his fingers one last time. “I want you to look at me while I corrupt you. Can you do that for me, Hiro?”

With such an affectionate name, Hanamaki is blushing while nodding his head, completely transfixed on Matsukawa as he slides his cock in. It’s painful, the lube only helping to ease the pain a bit and Hanamaki screws his eyes shut for a moment, only to reopen them as the grip on his chin gets tighter. “I said eyes on me,” Matsukawa practically growled, eyes darkened as he focused his eyes on him once more. Hanamaki doesn’t dare break the eye contact again, even as he desperately wants to throw his head back or roll his eyes back when Matsukawa finally bottoms out. Stretched beyond his limits, Hanamaki is finally able to lay back on the desk when Matsukawa gives him a kiss, short and sweet, letting his face go afterwards. “How do you feel?”

“Full,” Hanamaki honestly says, moving his hips a bit as he softly mewls, “very full.”

“Good enough for me,” Matsukawa says, rearing his hips back before slamming into Hanamaki. He practically yelps from the force of Matsukawa’s thrust, his ass jiggling from the impact. His reaction pleases Matsukawa who simply keeps up the force behind each thrusts, hands planted on either side of Hanamaki as he looks down at the man, enjoying each facial expression that comes across his face. Hanamaki reaches up to grab Matsukawa, bringing him closer as his blunt nails dig into his defined back. Matsukawa groans at the feeling of Hanamaki trying to mark him up, pressing his lips to his neck while his hips never stutter. One of his hands move down to lift up Hanamaki’s leg, holding his leg in the crook of his elbow as it dangles behind him. The adjusted position has him hitting deeper inside and rubbing against Hanamaki’s prostate with each thrust. Sucking a hickey onto his skin, Matsukawa feels Hanamaki tremble under him as warm liquid coats the front of his chest.

Matsukawa slows down his thrusts while Hanamaki finishes his second orgasm, cock bouncing as it gushes out the last bit of cum. Hanamaki looks exhausted, but Matsukawa isn’t quite done. Removing himself has Hanamaki confused, only for a moment, before he’s picking him up and swiftly placing him in his lap, back on his cock. “You’re still so fucking hard,” Hanamaki whines, feeling Matsukawa’s cock rubbing against his prostate again.

“Well, I’ve been told I have quite the stamina. I’ll let you take a break once I’ve had my own release, how about that?” Matsukawa says, although his silky words are mixed with soft pants, using up some of his energy to fuck. Matsukawa spreads Hanamaki’s legs, his hands trailing up thick thighs until he’s able to get a good grip, having Hanamaki bounce on his lap. Hanamaki tries to help, positioning his hands on the arms of the chair to stabilize himself, but soon finds his arms are too weak to hold up even half of his weight. Matsukawa does all the work while Hanamaki brushes his fingers through his hair, almost encouraging Matsukawa’s lips to press against the other side of his neck, adorning the skin with kisses and hickeys.

When Matsukawa’s thrusts start to get weak, he stops moving Hanamaki and groans, getting up from the chair without disconnecting him and Hanamaki. Bending Hanamaki over the desk, they’re both finishing together as Matsukawa rubs Hanamaki’s hardened cock with his hand. Hanamaki moans as he feels Matsukawa fill him up with his seed, only to give an open-mouthed moan when he feels him leave, his winking hole gushing with seed spent.

Hanamaki sees Matsukawa zip himself up and put on his shirt, thinking he’ll have to clean himself up. However, he’s pleasantly surprised when Matsukawa’s hand is gently pushed against his back while a warm and wet towel is cleaning up his mess. “I think I was a bit too harsh on you, sorry,” Matsukawa finally says, breaking the silence as he finishes cleaning up everything. Hanamaki doesn’t respond very well, his mind too hazy and body too numb to really process what’s going on. “Hanamaki, hello?” Is the last thing he hears before he shuts his eyes for the rest of the night.

[c-optimistic]

Soulmate au?

i.

“Do you believe in soulmates?” Kara asks suddenly one day. They’re in Lena’s office, having a rather late lunch, and had lapsed into a rather awkward silence when Kara blurts out her question.

(Mending friendships is slow, tedious work.

But much like all her other goals, Lena doggedly pursues it, determined to see it through.)

“No, I’m a scientist,” Lena laughs, putting her fork down. “Why do you ask? Do you think you found your soulmate?”

She doesn’t know why she asks. She doesn’t want the answer to that. She doesn’t want to hear about Kara’s dating life. Ask her why, and she’d vehemently deny knowing the reason, but the truth is that the thought of Kara with someone else sends poisonous shards through Lena’s chest, twists her all up inside, and leaves her feeling like her world has crashed around her.

(It’s not dramatic at all.)

“What? No!” Kara says to Lena’s ultimate relief. “No, it’s for an article.”

“You’re writing about soulmates?”

“Well, not exactly. There’s this woman here in National City who claims she can find your soulmate.”

“Oh?” Lena says, raising an eyebrow. Kara nods.

“Apparently, she can see the three ‘Marks’ of soulmates.” When Lena just eyes Kara skeptically, Kara grins and shrugs. “I’m serious! She claims there’s the Mark of Pain, the Mark of Skin, and the Mark of String.”

“...right,” Lena says, stretching out the word and smiling when Kara laughs. “So how does it work?”

“Well, I’ve only talked to her on the phone. But she says soulmates are attached in different ways. And she can sense it. Even if we ordinary people can’t. Like, her string theory—”

“—I don’t think that’s what the string theory is, Kara,” Lena interrupts, but Kara’s on a roll.

“I know, I know. But she says she can see it. Red thread, tied from one person to another. Or tattoos on people’s skin that matches in some way, and only she can see.” Kara shrugs. “She has a pretty good Yelp rating. Everyone says she’s gotten it right.”

“That seems more like confirmation bias than anything. And of course she’s making money off this.”

Kara smiles warmly at her, her eyes soft behind the glasses she didn’t technically need. She looks at Lena in a way that makes Lena heart skip a beat or two, that makes her momentarily forget about the past year of difficulty between them. Suddenly, she’s only looking at her best friend, and she’s a little bit in love.

“So you don’t believe in soulmates?” Kara confirms, her smile turning wistful.

“Why? Do you?” She doesn’t know why she asks. She doesn’t really want to know the answer, sure that any response Kara gives will just be a kick to the chest. Another crack in her heart.

She really wishes she hadn’t asked.

“I don’t know,” Kara responds after a short pause, clearly giving it a lot of thought. “But I hope soulmates do exist.” Kara lets out a laugh. “Maybe this woman can lead me to mine.”

(And there it is, that kick to the chest and crack in her heart she expected.)

Lena looks away, pretends to be startled by the time, but even as Kara gathers her things to leave, she secures Lena’s promise to look into this mystical soulmate finder together.

It’s a promise Lena is sure she’s going to regret.

ii. pain

“So, it’s weird that she refuses to see us in person, right?” Lena asks, looking to Alex for some support, which the elder Danvers is only too happy to give. “It’s odd. Why doesn’t she meet us in person?”

Kara shoots them both an impatient look, clearly not impressed with their negativity. “She doesn’t want to be affected by our energies while she’s working,” she explains, checking her phone before looking up and making sure they are at the right place.

“Our energies?” Alex asks dubiously, making a face at Lena behind Kara’s back. She times it poorly; before she can school her features into a neutral expression, Kara has turned to look at them again, her eyes narrowing.

“Being skeptical and being dismissive are two very different things,” Kara scolds them, sounding just a bit testy. “There’s nothing wrong with keeping an open mind, even about things you don’t or can’t understand.”

Alex opens her mouth, clearly about to start a debate, but Lena butts in, silencing Alex with a hand on her shoulder and giving Kara a small, placating smile. “You’re right, we’re sorry. We’ll behave,” she says, squeezing Alex’s shoulder until she lets out a grunt in the affirmative. When Kara is seemingly satisfied, nodding at them briskly, she continues leading them down the street, eyes on the storefronts. Alex, however, elbowed Lena hard the second Kara’s back was turned.

“What’s wrong with you?” she hisses, elbowing Lena again. “We’ll behave?”

“She’s right, there’s plenty we don’t understand, plenty out there in the universe we can’t make sense of, so maybe keeping an open mind isn’t the worst thing—”

“—oh, shut up, you know very well you’re only taking her side for one reason, and—”

“I can hear you two, you know,” Kara says loudly, interrupting their hushed argument. “Also, we’re here.”

She stops and looks up at the rundown tea shop, nestled between an old record store that had clearly seen better days, and a very busy video game and comic book store. Lena tugs on her coat when a few kids eye her as they enter the store, ducking their heads together and beginning to whisper.

“All right, well explain where here is,” Alex says, stepping closer to her sister. “You haven’t actually explained anything.”

Kara nods, gesturing for them to enter the tea shop, the three of them finding an empty table and huddling around it, perching on tiny, uncomfortable chairs. The tea shop is, for the most part, a place Lena would never have entered on her own volition. It’s frilly and pink, photos of cats everywhere, with sticky tables and stifling heat. Yet, there’s also an odd comfort to the place: it smells heavenly, the aroma of freshly brewed tea mixing with a variety of sweets, all neatly arranged at the display next to the register. The customers also look like they’re at home, nestled in corners reading books, tapping away on computers, and even on what looks to be a very engaging date.

It’s nice. Even if she’s skeptical of the reason they came here, she’s glad she’s come across this place. She thinks she may even come by again, especially if their tea is any good.

“So apparently, there are two people who work here who are soulmates,” Kara explains, motioning for Alex and Lena to lean towards her. Lena finds herself swallowing a little when the aroma of the tea shop is mixed with Kara’s heavenly scent. Her mind goes a little fuzzy, and she knows she has a silly expression on her face because Alex is smirking at her. Kara, of course, focused on work and on her explanation, notices nothing. “They have the Mark of Pain. We’re here to observe, see if they actually can feel each other’s pain.”

“I don’t know if I’d like that one,” Alex says conversationally, leaning back in her rickety chair and eyeing the register and the zoned-out employee behind it. “I mean, can you imagine? In my line of work? Kelly would always be in pain.”

“You think Kelly is your soulmate?” Lena asks, a little surprised by the easy way Alex has said it. Like it’s a fact. Like it’s just true. “What about Maggie? How do you know?”

“Who says you have to have one soulmate?” Alex shoots back, shrugging. “Kara’s my soulmate too. Platonically, of course. You, even.” She grins when Lena’s eyes widen, when she opens and closes her mouth wordlessly, confused and overwhelmed and unsure. “What? Just because I don’t believe in this mystic lady doesn’t mean I don’t believe in the concept of soulmates. But who says it has to be romantic? Or that it’s just one person?”

“So what is it?”

“People in your life who enter it and just...stay. Your found family. Chosen family.” She looks away from the employee at the register and smiles at Kara. “Kara agrees. Right?”

Kara, who has pulled out her notebook and has taken a few notes down about the employee at the register, nods distractedly. “We were drunk when we came up with this,” she explains, meeting Lena’s eyes and blushing slightly for whatever reason. “But it just seems—well, it seems silly to think that in the entire universe there’s one person who’d be your perfect partner. That’s also really sad,” she mumbles. “If that were true, who’s to say my soulmate didn’t die with Krypton?” She shrugs awkwardly. “I think sometimes people are just connected. Meant to be in each other’s life. In whatever form that may be.” Kara looks at Lena carefully, her mouth opening and her cheeks reddening further. “Like—” But Lena doesn’t get to hear what Kara wants to say. At that moment, another employee comes in from the back entrance, looking slightly distracted, eyes on the employee behind the register.

“Look,” Alex says suddenly, sitting up straighter as the employee walks by, bumping into a table roughly. “Whoa,” she says, and Lena silently agrees.

Because just as the employee mumbles a curse and rubs their side, blushing furiously and looking embarrassed, the zoned-out employee at the register winces in pain, rubbing that same spot.

A point, Lena thinks, in the strange mystic woman’s favor.

iii. skin

Lena begins researching the strange mystic woman in earnest.

(In her free time, far away from Kara’s eyes or Alex’s judgment.)

Everything about her is frustratingly perfect—perfect enough that Lena is suspicious. The woman’s website is well-made and professional, littered with testimonials and photos of weddings. There are a range of services with a range of prices, and no matter how much Lena digs, she doesn’t see a single bad thing about the woman.

It’s the internet, she thinks as she scrolls through Google reviews, grimacing at the emojis that filled each comment. Surely someone, somewhere would use the anonymity to their advantage to say something less than complimentary.

No one is perfect, Lena thinks to herself. Which means one of two things: this woman is a fraud (more likely) or she has some sort of ability to force people to write nice things about her on the internet (Lena’s had a few drinks when this becomes a plausible option to her).

She doesn’t remember dialing the number on the website, but the next thing she knows, someone with an airy voice is on the other end, asking her if she’s ready to meet her soulmate.

“You’re a fraud, did you know that?” Lena asks. “It’s cruel what you’re doing, really. Telling people there’s someone perfect out there who loves them for them. That’s unkind.”

“Oh, Lena!” the woman says, the airy tone dropping for a moment. “I mean,” she continues, the affectation back, “I’ve been expecting a call from you, Lena Luthor.”

“Oh, have you? Can you see the future as well as the red string connecting people?”

The woman chuckles, and she sounds vaguely familiar. Lena’s drunk mind chalks it up to being drunk. “I can’t see the future,” she says, sounding amused. “I just knew you would contact me after Kara Danvers began her article on my business.”

“Oh?” Lena mutters sarcastically.

“The answer to your question is yes,” she says, and Lena chokes on nothing.

“I didn’t ask a question. The ‘oh’ was rhetorical.”

“No, Lena Luthor, the question you called me to ask. I’ll give it to you, free of charge: yes.”

“I don’t have a question,” Lena denies, not liking the way the woman on the other end of the phone laughs. “Is this how you tricked the others? Tell them what they want to hear, and they write you obnoxiously positive reviews?”

“So you admit it’s what you wanted to hear,” the woman shoots back with glee, that stupid tone gone, and for the second time, Lena swears she knows this voice. “I mean,” she clears her throat, “I haven’t tricked anyone. I just tell people what I see. Didn’t you see the truth at the tea shop?”

“I think there’s a perfectly logical explanation for that,” Lena argues. “Phantom pains, an old bruise, sympathetic—”

“—okay, you’re skeptical,” the woman interrupts, “I understand. What if I show you a second example?”

Lena thinks about it for a moment. “Fine. But on my terms. I want you to find Jess’s soulmate.” She’s just drunk enough that this seems like a wonderful idea. On the other end of the phone, the woman sounds like she’s hacking up a lung.

“Your secretary?” she asks incredulously, once again sounding familiar.

“How did you—”

“—okay, I will do this,” the woman interrupts, rushing to speak. “In two days, you will be able to see her Mark as well as the Mark of her soulmate, just like I do.”

“That makes no sense, what are you—” But she never finishes her sentence. The woman hangs up, leaving Lena looking at her phone, trying to blink away her shock.

By the time she wakes up the following morning, groaning at her hangover and nearly telling Kara she loves her when the reporter shows up to her apartment with coffee and pastries, Lena’s forgotten all about the call.

///

Jess lingers every time she steps into Lena’s office. She eyes Lena oddly, stares at her hands, and shifts awkwardly on her feet. After the third time, Lena rolls her eyes, sets her pen down, and gives Jess her full attention.

“Is there something wrong?”

“No!” Jess says immediately, then grimaces. “Well, yes. But nothing bad. Not really.” Lena waits her out, knowing Jess will get to the point eventually. “My partner and I, well, we had plans this weekend. We’re supposed to leave straight from work, so I was—”

“—oh, right. Your time off. Yes, of course, feel free to leave early.” She picks up her pen, thinking this is the end of the conversation.

“Um, actually Ms. Luthor, I was wondering if you’d be willing to meet him.”

“Meet who?” Lena asks distractedly.

“My partner.” Something must show on Lena’s face when she drops her pen a second time and looks up at Jess, because she hurries to explain. “He’s a huge fan of your work. And he’s a big part of my life. I’d like you to meet him. If you can.” She tacks on the last three words almost as an afterthought, not quite meeting Lena’s eyes.

“Yes, of course. We can—”

“—wonderful, he’s right outside,” Jess says, smiling wide, rushing out of Lena’s office. A moment later, she returns, a tall, charming looking man following close behind.

She introduces them, and for the next hour, they chat amicably, discussing Lena’s work and Jess’s exceptionalism, and the weekend getaway plans. Except, Lena’s not quite sure she retains any of the information she gleans from the conversation—in fact, if you asked her, she couldn’t even remember if Jess had ever mentioned where she and her partner were even going.

Because when Jess’s partner reaches out to shake Lena’s hand, his sleeve rides up just slightly, revealing a small tattoo with Jess’s name on the inside of his wrist.

Lena doesn’t need to see a similar tattoo, with Jess’s partner’s name, on the inside of Jess’s wrist for her to realize what she’s come across.

“Those tattoos are quite nice,” Lena says when they get up to leave, Jess’s partner leaving her office first. “The artist who did them is quite talented.”

Jess gives Lena an odd look. “I’m sorry, Ms. Luthor,” she says, “what tattoo?”

Lena gestures to Jess’s wrist, but when she looks down, the mark is gone.

And that is a second point in the mystic woman’s favor.

iv. string

Lena absolutely, positively, without a single shred of doubt, does not believe in soulmates. The concept is ludicrous. To think that in a massive and constantly expanding universe, the atoms that make her are somehow destined to be near the atoms that make up someone else is an entirely ridiculous conclusion. She does not believe in the concept of a perfect partner, of someone she is meant to be with, of an individual to whom she is forever connected.

(And to be quite frank, there’s a bit of fear too. She doesn’t want soulmates to exist. For one, she’s worried about the prospect that the universe would pay back her family’s misdeeds by forever ensuring Lena does not have a soulmate. And for another, the far more terrifying option, she does have a soulmate, and that poor soul is bound to her of all people.

What an awful, horrible fate—nothing she’d wish on her worst enemy, least of all the person she’s supposedly destined to be with.)

Lena does not believe in soulmates. She doesn’t.

What she does believe in is Kara.

(Kara, who had her back from the day they met. Kara, who had saved her life more than once. Kara, who made mistakes—just like Lena—but had met Lena halfway and worked hard to fix things between them. Kara, who for all her flaws and missteps, is Lena’s best friend in the world, the one person who has seen Lena for Lena, from the moment they first locked eyes.

Kara, who Lena is hopelessly in love with; Kara, who has never shown interest in women; Kara, who has recently taken up the really rather unfortunate habit of telling Lena she loves her every chance she gets.

And then there’s Lena, who swallows down what she wants to say and instead smiles bitterly as she intones, “I love you too, you’re the best friend I’ve ever had.”)

Lena is pretty smart. She can say so without sounding obnoxious about it, because it’s a generally accepted fact. She’s pretty smart, and she was dumb enough to fall in love with someone who could never love her back the same way. She rather thinks that if soulmates are indeed real, then that wouldn’t have been possible. Then again, perhaps that’s not entirely true.

(She thinks about Alex’s notion of what soulmates are or could be, of Kara’s thoughts on connection, and she thinks that maybe—even if she wants it to—she isn’t meant to be with Kara romantically. If there’s anyone in her life who is her family, anyone Lena has chosen, anyone she has picked again and again and again, it’s Kara.

It will always, romantically or not, be Kara.

And if that’s not the definition of a soulmate, Lena’s not quite sure what is.)

For the second time in less than a week, Lena finds herself dialing a number from a well-maintained website.

“Lena Luthor,” the airy voice says as soon as she picks up. “I admit I’m surprised you’re calling. I gave you proof and your answer. What more can you need?”

“These soulmates you find,” Lena says, trying not to let her disappointment seep into her tone too much, “have you ever thought maybe you’re matching people who aren’t meant to be together romantically?”

The mystical woman makes a noise that sounds like a cross between a snort of disbelief and a huff of amusement. “You’re—wow,” she says, dropping the silly tone, and if her voice was just a tiny bit higher, Lena would swear it was— “Listen. Yes, platonic soulmates are a thing. They’re great. We love them. Some people only have platonic soulmates. But you are not platonic soulmates with—”

“—yes but how do you know something like that, that seems hard to—”

“—it’s like talking to a brick wall,” the woman interrupts, and Lena can hear some sort of scuffle from the other end, as if someone is trying to pull the phone out of the woman’s grasp. “Look,” the woman says after a second, sounding a bit out of breath, “I’m going to tell you something I have never told anyone else. Of the three Marks, the most clear and obvious sign of two people belonging romantically together is the Mark of String.” The woman pauses, and Lena would almost swear that there’s someone else speaking to her. “Here’s what you should do. And I do this free of charge for you, because I’m highly invested in this,” she chuckles as if this is a great joke and then barrels on, “so listen carefully. Tonight, go see the woman you love. Spend the night. If you wake up with a red string tied from your pinky to hers, then you can rest assured she’s the one.”

“I don’t know if—”

“—Lena,” the woman admonishes, and Lena frowns, finally recognizing the voice. “Trust me on this.”

She goes through with it, trusting the not-so-mystical woman.

Except, when Kara sneaks towards the bed she gallantly gave up for Lena, a piece of red thread hanging from her hand, Lena sits up and clicks on the bedside table light.

“You have a lot of explaining to do,” Lena tells Kara.

v.

They’re sitting on opposite ends of the couch, facing each other, Kara sitting with her knees pulled up to her chest, and Lena trying hard (and failing) to act relaxed.

“So?” she prods, gesturing to the red thread still tied to Kara’s pinky finger. “Want to explain your practical joke?”

“Joke?” Kara says in shock, shaking her head immediately. “No, Lena, it’s not a joke. Not even a little bit.”

Lena’s heart skips a few beats at that, but she maintains an impassive expression. “I don’t understand then. Why would you—”

“—remember a few months back, when I told you I loved you for the first time?” Kara interrupts, jumping to her feet and pacing in front of the couch. She doesn’t wait for Lena to respond. “It took me weeks to gather the courage to tell you. And I’d memorized the whole speech, and at the end you just looked at me like I was speaking to someone else. You told me you loved me as a friend.”

“Right, because you meant it as friends, you…” Lena trails off. “Wait.”

An odd look passes over Kara’s face, something like amusement and exasperation. “Alex told me that I needed to be direct with you. But I—even when I tried, it was like you didn’t hear me.”

(Lena thinks back to all the times Kara had said I love you and she wonders if she’s just heard what she expected to hear and not what Kara was actually trying to say.

Her heart begins to pound in her chest at the very possibility.

Did Kara really....?)

“So what? You decided to recruit Nia to pretend to be a mystical woman? To prove what exactly?”

Kara, surprisingly, looks smug. “You recognized her. I knew it. She was way off script on the phone call, and I tried to get her off the phone but she—”

“—Kara, focus. So the whole soulmate thing was fake?”

Kara winces at that. “Well. Yes, technically.” She stills, coming to a stop several feet in front of Lena. “I asked a few people to help out.”

“Wait, so the two people in the tea shop…” Lena trails off, eyes wide.

“Right, two DEO agents. They should definitely look into acting as a career, I mean they had me convinced, and I knew it was fake—”

“—and Jess?” Lena asks, feeling vaguely overwhelmed.

“Special temporary tattoos made by the DEO, easy to rub off, for both her and her partner.” When Lena is silent a touch too long, Kara rushes to explain. “I mean, it was very hard to convince her to do it. She’s incredibly protective of you, she deserves some kind of raise.”

“She does,” Lena agrees absently, getting to her feet and gesturing towards the red string in Kara’s hand. “And this?”

“We weren’t supposed to get to this. I’d hoped the first two would convince you Nia could honestly see soulmates. I was going to tie it to your pinky. The other end would be connected to me, of course,” she raises her hand with an awkward wave. “But you, um. Caught me.”

Lena bites her lip, marvelling at the sheer amount of work Kara and the others put into this. “Who made the websites? They were perfect.”

“Brainy made them,” Kara explains, a frown appearing on her lips and a crease forming between her brows. “Though I guess he made it too well, since you were suspicious of it.”

“Kara, I—” Lena’s not sure what she wants to say, and she’s glad when Kara interrupts her, taking a step closer, looking at her with an earnest expression.

“Listen,” she says, determination etched onto her features. “I love you. In a romantic way. And if there are soulmates out there, then you’re mine. That’s all this was.”

Lena feels tears well up in her eyes, blurring her vision, and she wants to duck her head, to hide, but Kara is there and saying everything she’s ever wanted to hear, and so instead she just closes the last of the distance between them and wraps her arms around Kara, holding her close, face burrowing into Kara’s neck. “All of this just to say I love you seems a bit dramatic,” she whispers, feeling Kara’s arms go around her waist, clutching her tighter.

“I figured you’d need something dramatic to believe it’s true,” Kara jokes, loosening her hold just a bit so that she can pull back and look at Lena.

“You’re my soulmate too, you know. If there are things like that out there. It was always just you.”

Kara grins brilliantly at her, pressing their foreheads together. “Finally,” she whispers.

[allzelemonz]

‘Hit If Off’: Oswald Cobblepot X Male Reader

When your friends said you need more socialization you gave him your dirtiest look.

“You’re one to talk, Ed.”

“At least I go to work, you just sit there all day.”

“Work?”

“It may not be a traditional way of employment, but yes.” Ed gave you a look of annoyance over the frame of his glasses.

“Why do you want me to go out so bad?”

“In truth?” Ed raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, Ed, tell me.”

“There’s this guy that won’t leave me alone and I need him to stop.”

“You want me to beat him up?” You gave your nerdy friend an odd look. Maybe he was going a bit too far into this whole Riddler thing.

“No, no, I just need him to be obsessed with someone, anyone other than me.”

“Oh, so you have an admirer?”

“Yes.” Ed confirmed.

“And you don’t like that?”

“Indeed.”

“And what is it you want me to do?”

“Just introduce yourself to him, he’ll love you.” Ed made his way to your closet and began throwing things around.

“Woah, wait, what’s in it for me?”

Ed turned to you with a bit of a grin of his face. “Why you, my dear friend, get to be floundered over by a rich man that will never stop loving you if you play it right.”

“Your friend is essentially a sugar daddy, Ed.”

Ed stopped to think for a moment. “I suppose, not much of a daddy.”

You let out a laugh that made Ed blush. He quickly shoved an assortment of clothes at you to get you to stop.

“Shut up and get dressed.”

“Sure thing, Eddie.” You grinned. “Just make sure you keep that daddy-dar under wraps.”

“(Y/n), I mean this in a friendly way, but shut up or that window will become a door.”

“Gotcha.” You nodded along to the half-hearted threat.

Ed had given you one of your standard outfits that you’d wear when you wanted to look attractive. That’s what made him a good friend, he knew you enough to pick an outfit that you would have yourself. He knew how much skin you were willing to show and how many layers you wanted.

“So what’s your stalker’s name?” You asked, now standing in front of a club while Ed picked lint off of your shoulder.

“Oswald.”

“As in Cobblepot?” You asked, pointing up at the club sign.

“Yep.”

“You want me to flirt with the Penguin?”

“He’s your type and you’re his.”

“How is that, Ed?”

“You’re both men.”

“That’s all you got! Really?” You sighed. “Ed, you’re asking me to flirt with a crime lord and the only reassurance that he won’t kill me is that I’m a guy.”

“I never said you had to flirt.”

“Ed!”

“What?” He seemed genuinely confused.

“I forget how socially inept you are sometimes.”

“I am not.”

“File girl.” You fake coughed out.

“Fine, fine, but this idea was more of…”

“Oh, so your villainous persona came up with this?”

“He’s better at social things.”

“That window you mentioned is gonna be your exit the next time you’re at my place.”

“(Y/n), please.” Ed grounded your heywire thoughts. “I really think this is worth it.”

You looked into Ed’s stupid, but truthful eyes and sighed. He really has a puppy-dog face when he tries.

“Fine, but if I die I’m gonna haunt you.”

Ed brought you into the club with a hand on your shoulder so you didn't get separated. The music was Jazz-centric and there were people all around drinking and talking. It wasn’t an overwhelming environment, just a comfortable one. Ed led you to the bar where you recognized the Penguin himself sat at the far end with a half drank glass of whiskey as he fussed over something in a black notebook.

“Oswald!” Ed called.

The Penguin looked up from the book. The sour look that had been on his face disappeared as soon as he saw Ed.

“Edward!’ The Penguin beamed. “I was just wondering where you were.”

“I was just getting my friend.: Ed turned to you. “This is (Y/n).”

Oswald’s eyes moved from Ed’s face to scan over you and there was a moment of lingering when he met your eyes. It took him a few moments to compose himself.

“A pleasure to meet you.” He stuck out his hand for you to shake. “I’m Oswald.”

He had a smile on your face that you couldn't quite tell if it was false or not.

“A pleasure to meet you too.” You shook his hand.

“Now, I have some things to attend to, but (Y/n) is sure to keep you company.” Ed let out his excuse like a child that just wanted to go play.

“Are you sure I can’t help, Ed?” Oswald questioned.

“Nope, just personal business.” Ed explained. “I’ll be back later. You two get acquainted.”

Ed scurried away like a mouse before anything else could be said. Oswald starred in the direction he had gone for a few seconds before he gestured for you to sit. You did so.

“So, how do you know Ed?” The crime lord asked.

“We’ve been friends for years, don’t really remember how we met.” You gave him a small smile. “When he started this whole Riddler thing I wanted to help, so here I am.”

The conversation went on like that for a while. The two of you talking about Ed. But, after a while you started talking about each other. The more you talked to Oswald the more you liked him. He was quite cute and well spoken. You couldn’t help but to get lost in his face as he spoke. He seemed to have forgotten about the little book he was writing in.

“Would you like to move this conversation to my office, (Y/n)?”

Your heart stopped momentarily at the question.

“Sure.” Was all you could force out of your shocked face.

Oswald gathered his things and began to lead you into the back part of the club. You took note of the famous limp that carried his nickname on. Oswald opened the door and shut it behind you. You took your time to peer around the office. It was a modest size for being in the back of a club. You met Oswald by his desk as he sat his things down.

“Did Ed say why he brought you here tonight?” Oswald asked.

“He said that we’d hit it off, that’s all.”

“Forgive me,” Oswald laughed off the odd question. “It’s just in a business like this one has to watch their back.”

“It’s alright, Oswald.”

The man looked over to you with a gleam in his eye that you’d seen when he first saw Ed earlier that night.

“I have an odd request, (Y/n)” Oswald said with certainty.

“A request?” You questioned as Oswald fidgeted where he stood.

“Could you tell me the truth?”

“Of course.” You nodded.

“If I were to kiss you, would you regret it.” Oswald’s way of questioning was odd.

“No.” You answered plainly.

Oswald’s face had grown gradually redder all night but was now the color of a cherry. You took a step closer to him and his eyes met yours.

“May I?” He asked timidly.

You gave him a quick nod. Oswald didn’t waste any time. One hand cupped your cheek while the other went around your waist. His lips met yours in a heated kiss, one he must have been waiting for all night. You fell into place and enjoyed the moment. Oswald was passionate in his action and refused to loosen his hold on you at all.

Your hand went up to his hair. You had been dying to touch it all night. The way it perfectly fell into place made you want to mess it up. Now as your hands went through it you could fell those butterflies in your stomach going crazy. You pulled at his hair lightly and Oswald let out a moan. He pushed you up against his desk and broke the kiss, leaning his forehead against yours.

“Is this what Ed meant by hitting it off?” He asked between breaths.

“Probably.”

“Good.”

Oswald kissed you again. His hands at your waistband now settling a knee between your legs. You pushed yourself up onto his desk and he moved to stand between your thighs. You could feel his hardness against your own as he started to unfasten your pants.

The door creaked open and caught your attention right away. Oswald was about to yell, but calmed himself when he saw it was Ed. You sighed at the sight of your friend, thankfully you were both still fully clothed.

“Well, it seems like you hit it off after all.” Ed smiled to himself. “I’ll, just, uh…” Ed began to close the door.

“Ed!” Oswald called out.

Ed stopped in his tracks. Oswald cleared his throat and turned to you.

“Perhaps it’s best if we stop and get to know one another first.”

“Sure.” You smile at the thoughtfulness. Oswald didn’t want some one night stand, he wanted a relationship.

“I’ll see you both soon.” Oswald announced as he backed away and allowed you to stand.

You gave him a goodbye kiss then made your way to where Ed was waiting.

“See you soon, Oswald.”