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Kid me: clowns are creepy & scary
Adult me: ...I have something to tell you & you're not gonna like it. But on the bright side we're no longer scared of clowns.
#one piece#buggy the clown#impel down buggy#not only does he live rent free hes got me in a choke hold#feral for him💙#no because my face literally looked like this 😳 at the live action chair intro#Jeff Ward is doing my man justice#idfc what anyone says i am loving the live action#also like holy fuck mackenyu was born to be zoro#wouldnt be suprised if zoro got so lost he crossed realities to play zoro in live action one piece#also thank you queen nami for reminding me i am in fact a disaster bisexual 😩#s1e4
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PLATONIC HEADCANNONS: being miles morales best friend but your also a bit insane (Part 2!)
i'm gonna try to remember to start specifying when something is intended to be platonic or romantic.
🕷- I was literally unable to cram everything I wanted to say in the first one.
🕷- Miles is really only comfortable showing you his drawings.
🕷- He's an incredibly awkward guy, but the words come so easily when he hangs out with you. he doesn't choke up like he does with other people at school.
🕷- When he gets his powers his first instinct is to call you. He’s literally halfway through punching your number into the keypad until he stops and decides against it. He knows your number off by heart now.
🕷- You appear and disappear like a ghost its so random.
🕷- Honest to god, he lowkey thought you were homeless until you invited him over to watch Barbie Mermaidia.
🕷- “Bibble is so me.”
🕷- He’s the only person you let over at your place. its small and in the basement of an old apartment complex. the landlord couldn’t get anyone to pay to live there. you live alone.
🕷- You struck a deal, and they let you crash there as long as rent was on time and you fixed their washing machine for free.
🕷- Miles asked how you got to live there for so cheap. You tell him it’s because someone died on the couch he was sitting on.
🕷- He sits on the floor.
🕷- Miles is so eager to share his new powers with someone.
🕷- No seriously, between all the stress and lying and anxiety its nice to let himself get excited about it. To let himself have fun and see what he can do.
🕷- You guys TOTALLY video tape him trying out his new powers for the first time.
🕷- I can imagine you finding an abandoned alleyway on some random ass street after school and filming Miles Trying to do a backflip LMAO.
🕷- You gotta fish him out of a trashcan after he tries to spider climb up the wall.
🕷- You know that thing where a group of friends duck tapes one of their friends to a wall for fun? You get miles to do that to you.
🕷- You guys can’t stop laughing, The best memories of your lives are in those videos.
🕷- He’ll take you up to the top of buildings to show you the graffiti art he painted!! he’ll let you sign it off with a dick and balls or a heart if you want. You guys do homework up there together as well.
🕷- ’M & (Y/I) were here’ has been painted on every available surface of New York.
🕷- You both have the bright idea to hop on his back and go web slinging around the neighbourhood. He can carry you easily.
🕷- Miles decides If you don’t tell him to slow down, then he’s not going fast enough.
🕷- You NEVER tell him to slow down.
🕷- “Faster!!!“
🕷- Now that he’s got super strength he can put you in an inescapable headlock, he doesn’t do it too tight but he holds you there until you tap out.
🕷- He takes you to the coolest spots with the best views.
🕷- You regularly cover for him.
🕷- “We were at Jamba Juice the whole time officer I swear.”
🕷- Miles side eyes you knowing damn well he was no where NEAR a Jamba Juice.
🕷- ’Thanks’ he’d mouth.
🕷- You and Petter B will get along like a house on fire.
🕷- While Miles is extremely unimpressed by him, you don’t seem to care about any pre-existing expectations one might have when you think of the guy behind the mask of Spider-Man, your cracking jokes and feeding your pet rat a couple of French fries while the three of you sit in the diner, planning your next moves carefully.
🕷- Peter B can tell you’re a good kid. He’s at an age where a lot of your batshit tendencies don’t really faze him as long as your not hurting yourself.
🕷- Speaking of which.
🕷- When him and Miles get the chance to talk alone he warns him that he needs to be careful.
🕷- He tells him that normal relationships aren’t possible anymore. And stresses to him what a life like this can mean for your loved ones. especially since you found out his secret. This line of work isn’t just dangerous for Miles, but for you as well.
🕷- Miles is a little shaken after the conversation, no matter how gently Peter tries to put it. But what he’s implying is clear. He tries to shake it off and enjoy the time you both spend together. He won’t admit to himself that Peter is right just yet.
🕷- It’s just so easy to tell you everything and rely on you.
🕷- There will be a moment sometime in the future when reality sets in, but for now Miles makes the same mistake every Spider-Man does.
🕷- He has a best friend. :(
🕷- On the other hand, Peter comes to the staggering realisation that your actually extremely prone to accidents and danger all on your own. And he appropriately does a complete 180 from ‘casually distant bum-uncle' to ‘I am your dad now’.
🕷- It’s Nothing personal, kid. now stop trying to get in the middle of fights with dangerous criminals and let the adult— or at least the guys with super strength, stamina, speed and resilience— handle it.
🕷- He demands you stay out of the crossfire, but, to no one’s surprise you don’t listen.
🕷- You’re willing to throw yourself in front of Miles to shield him from anything, much to your best friends terror.
🕷- You hold your own surprisingly well against opponents that would be considered reasonable threats otherwise. You’re resourceful, grabbing anything and everything you can get your hands on. you get a terrifying look in your eye.
🕷- No matter how impressed Peter is, He will slingshot you around with his web-shooters to propel you out of the way of oncoming attacks. He will do this for both of you, but feels the need to do it less for Miles. He knows he can take what’s on the other end of the punch. But No matter how untouchable you make yourself out to be, you can’t.
🕷- “Do I want kids?”
🕷- He takes you on as his responsibility just as much as he does Miles.
🕷- Spider-Gwen also looks out for you in battle.
🕷- She’s more laid back, and even a little suave about it too.
🕷- She secretly wishes she had someone like you in her universe. What she wouldn’t give to decompress with you after a long day of patrolling New York.
🕷- She’s actually the most normal about you having a pet rat. You know, the one you grabbed out of a garbage can in a subway station. Yeah, That rat.
🕷- Miles watches you both get along like a house on fire and just quietly falls behind you both since he’s not sure what to do or say.
🕷- He’s so awkward, poor guy.
🕷- Your tendency to go off for days at a time ignites everyone’s curiosity. it’s a concerning habit, and Gwen even endeavours to follow you to see where you disappear to so often.
🕷- She’s unsuccessful.
🕷- It's never said out loud, but when she’s facing the one-way ticket home she finds herself wanting to stay just a bit longer. Not just for Miles, but for you to… She wonders what you’ll get up to while she’s gone.
🕷- …
🕷- Peter Porker vibes with you so hard.
🕷- no wait don’t scroll away wait
🕷- he WILL gift you the freakishly large cartoon mallet. Sorry, but miles didn’t appreciate it for what it was.
🕷- He would be cracking jokes and doing bits with you through out the whole goddamn movie.
🕷- Miles can usually let you do your own thing without sparing a second glance, but the looney tunes laws of physics that Porker exhibits WILL rub off on you at least a little.
🕷- It’s contagious. And when you start flattening eachother into to perfect discs it freaks everyone out a little.
🕷- He’s got enough to worry about in the plot,,, Damn,,
🕷- Spider Noir teaches you how to throw a good punch
🕷- in exchange you let him mess with your phone as much as he wants
🕷- "how the hell do you work this thing?"
🕷- He likes you, he thinks you got a lot of guts.
🕷- You were actually the one to design Miles’ suit. He took inspiration from one of your drawings in your school notebook.
🕷- You've always believed in him, and that made him believe in himself too.
#spider man#across the spiderverse#spiderverse x reader#miles morales#miles morales x reader#into the spiderverse#you guys are cutie patooties#spider noir#spiderman into the spiderverse#peter porker#gwen stacy#spider gwen
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Honestly, Maki is my son. Like I feel the same towards him and Niki, I see them and I'm just like oh my baby, like infant baby not petname baby, they are my children, they might both be taller than me, but I feel the innate need to protect them from the world and keep them happy.
Euijoo is next and I will come off anon, unless I decide to change it up on you and go through all of Enha first…
jk, Euijoo lives in my mind rent free too much, like mind empty, only thoughts of Euijoo at all times. Like if Euijoo has 100 fans I'm one, if he has 10 I'm one, if he has none I'm dead.
So I have so many ideas, I will share a few. So to start, domestic shit, Euijoo would be the best househusband in the world. Like just all that domestic shit, it would come to him like clockwork. Like why is he gonna make you do anything, when he could do it instead. Like he is the type that would you treat you like every day is Valentine's Day, the type to say he doesn't need a special day to treat you like a prince/ss since he does that everyday. The type to do little things for you without thinking, plug your phone in every night, make sure more of the blanket is on you than him, refill your cup when he notices it's getting low, take your makeup off when you fall asleep with it still on, like anywhere you might be lacking, he's got you. Absolutely does things like help you put your shoes on, help you take your shoes off, helps you put your coat on and zips it up for you, does little things like putting your hair clips in your hair or tying a bow in your hair. The type to always put himself inbetween you and the road or any danger when walking, always has to have an arm around you, always has ot make sure you don't get hurt. Can and will hold your purse without a second thought, does not occupy the boyfriend chair at the front of the store when shopping, he's by your dressing room ready to tell you how beautiful you look in whatever you tried on. Can and will buy you every little thing he sees that reminds him of you, like this key chain looks similar to your favorite necklace, this purse matches the color of your eyes, and so forth. Now, onto the kinkier stuff, I know so many people believe this man in a sub, well I disagree, he's a switch, but most of all a service top. Like honestly he'll do whatever you tell him to, but above all you are a pillow prince/ss with him, and he will not let you do anything, since he's gonna take care of you. I think he's like oddly good at roleplay, like he's not into extreme ones, but like if you wanna do it, he'll do it, and he's oddly good at it. Like I think he'd go more towards like boss and secretary, but if you wanna get railed by Ghostface, he'd do that to make you happy, he might struggle a bit with degrading you, but once he gets into it, he gets into it, and always makes sure to apologize for everything he said when done. Would never want to hurt you, but like brain goes brr when he's choking you, pulling your hair, and degrading you; it sounds especially delicious coming from his soft voice, but he always makes sure to apologize and give you top tier aftercare. Like mans would be pussy whipped, he's gonna do whatever you want, and he might question some of it, but unless it's like a hard line, he's up to doing it once at least. We all know that his dream as a child was to be a dad, so like breeding kink or what. The type to honestly want to have a child as soon as possible, like you got married a week ago and he's all asking you if you want to have a baby, saying that you'd look so beautiful pregnant, and that he'd be a stay at home dad for your child, which he total would. Back on this breeding kink, won't try to like force you anything, but you agree once and he's going wild, like talk about nonstop stamina and libido, you aren't resting, he ain't resting, he ain't gonna stop until he is sure you are pregnant, and then he's gonna do it again to make sure. In the words of Doja Cat(idk is she is still cancelled but this lyric fits him so well so I gotta use it), "I ain't giving you one in public, I'm giving you hundreds fuck it", take the word public out and that's Euijoo when it comes to you, like you aren't just cumming once, you are multiple times, overstimulation to the gods you feel, there are also other lyrics from that song I'd use to describe him too, but I don't feel like typing them right now, the kissing booth line comes to mind. I wrote a lot, but I feel like none of it makes sense and I said nothing, but I have a lot of thoughts. And in conclusion, I whole heartedly believe that this man deserves the best road head of his life.
fren omg you came off anon , ily , this absolutely beautiful frfr AND I AGREE WITH BREEDING KINK ‼️‼️☝️
#renè’s talking teddy 🧸#renè is taki’s bby🐰#renè’s 🍓 anons!#&team smut#renè’s favs!🍭#&team hard hours#&team hard thoughts#byun euijoo smut
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I just ended up watching Black Christmas last night and Billy is currently living in my head rent free (just like the attic) so I gotta send a request
How would Billy feel if he tried to call a female victim and ended up with a deep-voiced (trans) guy on the other end? What if instead of just insulting Billy or hanging up, he actually played along and got kind of into it? 👀
oh this is everything i want out of an ask. god bless you. (sorry this was so late i couldnt find an ounce of motivation to drop by tumblr. but we are so back.)
sorry for typos idgaf
canon billy stuff, f slur used (im gay and trans so bite me), a lot of obscenities, degradation, phone sex, masturbation, reader has deep voice and top surgery BUT a tdick and no bottom surgery (srry if thats a yuck for you its my personal preference), yadayadayada
reader didnt just get kinda into it, fella deep dived into it.
the ringing of the phone blared through the house. of course, you walked to go answer it. with a lazy hand and even lazier posture, standing against a nearby wall, you answered. before you could even get a word out, a loud shrill shriek nearly blew your eardrum out from the other side. it was so loud that you had to hold the boxy phone from a distance, brows furrowed and confused.
"piggy cunt. i want your piggy cunt. im gonna lick it! lick it lick it! you know you want billys cock!"
gross. the mans voice on the other end screamed and shrieked and gagged and sputtered out obscenities like he were a teen boy discovering porn for the first time. you cautiously brought the phone closer to your ear, speaking into it. "hey man, wrong number. also, gross." the line went silent for an uncomfortable amount of time, but the line wasnt dead. "hello?"
and with a deep growl, the man responded. "faggot." woah, alright, this just got wilder. "excuse me?" you spoke into the phone, both shocked and mildly pissed. the voice giggled, the giggle growing into a loud screech and manic laughter. "faggot piggy wants billys cock! gag on billys cock with your deep voice." god, this guy was insufferable. yet... this was kind of... fun. you stood straighter, wrapping the phone wire around your finger, listening to the absurdity across the line. "oh, do i?" why the fuck are you playing along? this is weird! "oooh piggy wants to choke on billys fat cock like a faggot. billy will fuck piggys pretty lips with his fat juicy cock." his voice was low, nearly a growl, and there was a sort of desperation to it. his breath was picking up and faint slapping noises could be heard.
realization dawned on you, and dammit, so did a twitch in your tdick. you bit your lip and listened closer, as close as you could with his impossibly loud threats and fantasies. as he spoke, you grew embarrassingly harder, your boxers soaking through way too quickly. "what else does billy want to do with me?" you bit your lip as you unbuckled your belt, undid your pants, and slowly reached a hand down. you were sensitive as is, benefits of being on testosterone, and this sensitivity was only heightened by the sound of the freak on the phone jerkin his shit.
you let out a small gasp into the phone as you palmed yourself through your wet boxers and heard the line go silent again. fuck, he heard your noise. your cheeks flush with embarrassment and you hold your breath, pausing your hand in your pants and not moving an inch. the noises on the other side of the phone continued suddenly. the slapping, the heavy breathing, though this time it was louder and heavier. this time, he was moaning and spitting out his words like they were overwhelming to say.
"piggy slut cumming for billys voice? fucking slut. billys gonna take your cock and suck it and suck it and suck it until piggy cant breathe." your hand continued moving, slowly getting faster. your boxers were dripping wet and suddenly you became very conscious of them, needing them out of the way so you can fuck yourself right. you shoved your hand down your boxers and slickened your fingers and used it as a makeshift lube to stroke your cock faster. you moaned into the phone, your face red at your own noises, as well as the responses you were getting from billy. "faggot piggy, stroke your cock faster, faster, faster. billy thinks you sound stupid now. you want billys cock in your ass so bad, you slut." you moaned out a yes to his words, your orgasm drawing nearer as your stomach tensed and tied in heated knots. billys moans got louder, he got more frantic with his noises. animal noises, screams, yelps, girly moans, low growls, any noise you could imagine. the slapping of his own masturbation was almost as loud as his voice now. fuck, it was so hot. and fuck, you were so close.
"billy, fuck. im so close." you moaned desperately into the phone. "piggy slut gonna jizz already? stupid fucking slut. you moan like a bitch." hes one to talk. he continued his verbal assault and his voice began to crack and break, letting you know hes also close. as your orgasm edged you, you nearly yelled into the phone for billy to fuck you. insane words, even more insane context. you heard him spit into the phone his obscenities as he let out a long, loud moan. that was it, that is what you needed. you came undone, twitching against your hand and rutting violently into your palm. your legs shook and you threw your back against the wall for any sort of support. your hand tightened around the phone and you sat still after for a few moments to catch your breath and come down from your high.
after snapping back to reality, you realized the line had went dead. the embarrassment from the situation settled in as you released your soaked hand from your pants. you hung the phone back up and decided a shower was in order, probably a long talk with yourself too. as you got ready for your shower, stripping and looking at yourself in the mirror, you sighed.
god, you pray that stranger calls again.
#loser4loserswhok1ll#slasher x reader#slasher fanfiction#billy lenz 1974#trans nsft#slasher nsft#nsft
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Roommate Agreement
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader x Luke Alvez Summary: After about a year of living with Spencer, Y/N gets excited when he introduces her to a new potential roommate. Category: SMUT (18+) Content: Free use, threesome, cum play, penetrative/unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (male receiving), rough sex, dirty talk Word Count: 2.3k
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NOTE: I was gonna write this as a blurb, but it got a little longer than I anticipated lol. I’ve been super into this kink/fantasy lately, so uh.. this was just pure indulgence 🥰✌
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Apartment hunting and living on my own sucked, which is why Spencer Reid coming into my life was the biggest blessing I ever could have hoped for. He was handsome, kind, welcoming... And he let me live with him for free.
Well, not entirely.
But regardless of our little agreement, I still slip him some cash when rent comes up because it's just common courtesy. I'm grateful that he lets me stay with him and provides me with what I need (and then some), and if there's any way for me to return that favor, I'll do it.
He gets annoyed with me whenever I do it, but I always know how to get him to forget about it...
Just thinking about last night brings a smile to my face as I put away the last few glasses in their respective cupboards.
The heavy padding of Spencer's feet behind me makes me turn around then, and I nearly clench my legs at the sight of him, dressed and ready for work, except his dick is out and hefty in his right hand. It's hard, leaking, and by the look on his face I can tell he's about ready to let go.
"Give me your panties, sweetheart."
Before he even gets out the whole sentence, I make quick work of lifting my shirt out of the way and opening up the fabric, pulling it away from my body and giving him an opening. He walks up with a hungry kiss to my jaw as he jerks himself off, right into my panties until he's making a mess of them. I sigh out happily as he hums against my skin.
And when he's done, he kisses my cheek chastely and uses my shirt to clean up a bit before tucking himself back neatly into his pants. I adjust my panties and feel the warmth spread over my skin while he grabs his bag from the back of the chair to leave.
"Have a good day, Doctor," I call with a cute smile, my hand dipping down to feel the mess he made and wishing he didn't have to go.
"You too, sweetheart," he returns with a wink. He turns to leave, but before he's at the door, he throws back, "Oh, and make sure you're dressed properly when I get back, he's coming over with me after work."
"Wait, really?" I ask brightly, my heart starting to race.
"Mhm. He's excited to meet you."
I’d had plans to run some errands today, but as soon as he tells me the good news, I know I won't be able to get anything done.
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The second I hear the door, I'm waiting like a dog with a wagging tail, excited for extra company and eager to make a new friend. I flatten my tiny skirt, though with how frilly it is, it really makes no difference— I think that as excited as I am, I'm definitely anxious about potentially adding a new person to our dynamic.
My hands reach behind my back and clasp together as I rock slowly on my feet, ready to welcome them when they come through the door.
Spencer, as always, looks positively delicious, and it only amplifies when he sees me and smiles, reaching out for me. "Somebody's excited..."
In his embrace, I laugh and welcome his hand as it slips up the front of my skirt to make sure I've followed his instructions. He quickly runs his middle finger through my opening, a smile forming on his lips— I can feel it against my neck. "Good girl."
"I couldn't help it," I tell him earnestly, refraining from whining in protest when he removes himself from me entirely. Then I look over his shoulder to see our guest of honor, Spencer's co-worker Luke Alvez. With a shy smile, I reach my hand out to shake his. "I have a new guest to impress."
Luke accepts my hand with a smile all his own, accompanied by wandering eyes that make me feel warm from head-to-toe. It reminds me of how I felt when I first met Spencer while apartment hunting last year. Luke's eyes are just a few shades darker but regardless of color, the hunger swimming within them remains plentiful.
"Nice to meet you, Y/N," he says smoothly. His voice makes me feel a whole new sense of ease and the overwhelming need to submit to him entirely. "I've heard great things."
With introductions out of the way, Spencer ushers Luke into the apartment and I close the door. "Let me show you around a bit," he says, and the two walk off, leaving me to follow behind.
We tour the whole apartment, Spencer taking his sweet time with the walking and the talking... I swear he's doing it on purpose, to make me wait and get me riled up, but regardless I stay patient and involve myself in their conversations as normal. Actually, it would have all felt like a completely normal apartment tour in the first place, had I not been thinking about how the men accompanying me would use me in the future...
Spencer saves the living room for last, and once we make it to the couch, I pray that he's ready to start showing Luke the added benefit of choosing to live here rather than in an apartment by himself...
And he knows me so well, because he pulls me aside with a cheeky smile, his hand resting firmly on my ass and under my skirt. "So, Alvez, you wanna give her a whirl?"
"You're uh... You're sure this is alright? You don't mind?"
His concern is sweet, but I can see the lust sparkling in his eyes as he looks over me once more.
Spencer laughs a bit, squeezing my ass with a nod. "Of course. Look how happy she is to see you... So ready to be used up..."
Luke's tongue darts out over his bottom lip at my roommate's words, his decision becoming more clear.
Still, I help out. "It's true... When Spencer first mentioned adding a new roommate to our arrangement, I couldn't wait... And you're perfect.
"So what do you say?" Spencer asks once more with finality.
Luke strides over to me slowly, my head tilting higher with each inch he gets closer. He looks down at my lips and smiles before bringing his thumb gently to my mouth. "This pretty little mouth has been calling to me since I walked through the door..."
I hear Spencer laugh beside me as Luke slips his thumb past my lips and over my tongue. I suck it into my mouth with a tiny groan, flitting my eyes up at him and arching my back as Spencer's grip on my ass gets tighter.
"Get on the couch, sweetheart," he says, letting go and giving me a small spank.
Luke's thumb pops out of my mouth and I stumble to the couch, getting on all fours so my hands are on the arm and my knees are buried in one of the cushions.
The unmistakable sound of their laughing fills my ears and makes me even more eager, though I know better than to tell them outright what I want. Unless either of them asks me to, I'm not going to beg. I mean, I'm not sure about Luke, but I know that Spencer prefers when I use visual signs in our daily routine. He likes to hear me use my words, sure, but that's only on occasions where he's in a happier, more giving mood. Most of the fucking we do is when he comes home frustrated and needs to take. No questions asked.
And truthfully, I like that more. Which is why I'd agreed to be his roommate in the end.
Spencer does seem to be more giving today, moving this right along and taking his pants off before walking over to me while his friend follows suit, but I follow our rules anyway, wanting to make a good impression on Luke (though I'm positive I've already secured that bag).
Luke's pants come off too, though he waits until he's right in front of my face. I'm looking up at him with my bottom lip between my teeth, and when he starts to work at his belt, I look down to see.
Meanwhile I feel Spencer's weight dip down behind me, and it doesn't take long for him to slide right in, spreading my legs further and beginning to fuck me steadily. He gathers my hair from my face and into a makeshift ponytail with one hand while the other rests at my hip. "You gonna be a big girl and open your mouth wide, or do I have to make you?"
I respond in kind by slacking my jaw and welcoming Luke, his hands coming down to tilt my chin and slide his thick, hard dick into my mouth.
"That's right, sweetheart," Spencer praises, giving me another small spank and a slight tug of the hair. Meanwhile Luke is slowly fucking my throat, pushing himself deeper with each thrust.
Eventually, the two of them are fucking me with perfect rhythm. Each time Spencer goes in, Luke goes out, and their force is even the same. It's building and building with each second, and I can feel my whole body start to go numb with pleasure. My knees are tingling from the couch, my ass is surely red from how many times Spencer has spanked me, and my throat is bruising beautifully.
Spencer's hand releases my ass and reaches out to my throat. The way he's bending forward gives him a deeper angle inside me, and I can't help the choked whimper that comes out of my mouth because of it. He can feel it, too, because his fingers rest just under my chin.
"His cock feels so good down your throat, doesn't it, baby?" he coos, driving into me harder.
I squeeze my eyes shut for a few seconds to blink away the tears that blur my vision, and when I open them I look up at Luke, pure unadulterated bliss painting his features. He looks down at me with awe and lust and need, and I can tell that it won't be long before he snaps.
"When he comes, you're gonna keep it in, okay? I wanna see it..."
I clench around Spencer at his words, and my orgasm follows shortly after. As soon as I start to come down, Luke holds himself still at the back of my throat and comes with a shout, his hands rooting in my hair. I try my hardest to keep it all in, meanwhile Spencer starts to stutter as well. And by the time Luke is pulling himself away from me, his friend is coming inside me, just like he's done so many times before.
It's a familiar, wonderful feeling, though this time it's even better because I know I have cum filling both ends of me. I feel so full, so warm and numb and fucked out, and I never want to go a single day without it that way.
When Spencer pulls out and leaves the couch, Luke makes room for him in front of me. He steps into view then, reaching his hand out to pry my mouth open and examine his friend's work.
"Oh, sweetheart, you look so pretty with all Luke's cum in your mouth... Doesn't she look pretty, Alvez?"
The other man muses, his hand coming down to graze my cheek. Both their hands are on either side of my face, and they're gazing down at me with such wonderment that I swear I'll do anything to feel this way again— to make them feel this way again.
"She sure does," Luke says, and I nuzzle into his hand. "Just like a proper cumdump."
Their words and their eyes and their touches send butterflies soaring through my whole body and bring an open-mouthed smile to my face.
"You can swallow now," Spencer says, tapping my cheek. I do, and immediately afterwards he leans down to kiss me deeply. I lean into him and flutter my eyes closed, the feeling of his cum dripping out of me and down my leg only adding to the blissful state I'm in.
He pulls away, and I glance over at Luke, who has his dick in his hand and an amused smile on his face. "Damn, I could almost go again..."
I can tell he only means it as a way to keep the mood light, maybe as a joke, but in hopes that it will make him more comfortable with the idea that he can quite literally use me whenever he wants to, I smile as sincerely as I can. "That's what I'm here for," I offer brightly, getting up off the couch and trying to stand on wobbling legs.
I somehow manage, Spencer helps to steady me, and then he laughs, kissing me on the cheek. "You two have fun. I'm gonna shower, and then I have to take care of some errands. That okay with you?"
Luke and I give our approval, Spencer kisses me once more, and then admires me for a few seconds before throwing his friend a wink and heading off to the shower.
The moment I'm alone with Luke Alvez, he takes my hand and gives it a kiss. "You really are something special, princess..."
The nickname, while not entirely new since Spencer had mumbled it a few times with my mouth wrapped around his dick, sounds absolutely delightful coming from Luke's lips.
"Thank you," I purr, leading him to the couch and pulling him on top of me. "But there's still so much for you to discover..."
He hums amusedly, tracing my mouth with his thumb again. This time I take it gently between my teeth before he slips his cock inside me, which inadvertently makes me let go of it in favor of a whimper.
"Well, then I guess it's a good thing I'm moving in..."
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how about a dark bucky x naive reader where he always gets nightmares and she is always trying to help him (making him tea, laying with him til he sleeps, etc.) and one night she laying beside him and he’s having a nightmare and he traps her and says “this is the way to help me” and then there’s non/dubcon since she does want to help him 😳🥺
oh my godddd i love this!! anon your mind.... this idea has been living in my brain rent free ever since you sent it it.
noncon, yandere-ish bucky, breeding kink, slight somnophilia and more below the cut people, watch out
he would definitely be really sweet at first, even with his brooding and aura of mystery
so it’s impossible for you to resist trying to get to know him better even as he seems to avoid you sometimes
eventually he opens up enough to tell you about his nightmares, and you feel awful about it. he struggles to get enough sleep and sometimes he’ll try to get you to hang out late and you realize it’s because he’s afraid of trying to sleep at all.
you tell him to spend the night in your room and you guys can hang out and have a classic high school-style sleepover with junk food and movies. you figure maybe it’ll distract him and maybe he’ll stay up so late that when he’s exhausted, he’ll be able to fall asleep easily.
it’s a lot of fun but it doesn’t seem to help much. and it gets awkward when he makes a move on you and you do your best to gently rebuff him. i like you a lot but i don’t like you like that-- i just want to be your friend, if i can
it’s never an easy conversation to have but he seems to take it well, or as well as he could be reasonably expected to
your next solution was tea with melatonin. he got to bed easier but he still had terrible nightmares and you had to wake him up because he nearly choked you out in his sleep.
finally, he asked you to sleep beside him in his bed, and you felt a little conflicted about it.
I know the last time you were around me while I slept went... really poorly... but I promise, I won’t hurt you. I could never hurt you.
you agree only because you want to help him so badly
at first it’s normal, even sweet. you brush your teeth together in the bathroom, you change into your comfiest pajama set and try to ignore that he’s sleeping shirtless.
you fall asleep pretty easily, and hope that he’s doing the same
but not so much later, you wake up to metal fingers pushing up the bottom of your shirt, running over your hips and waist
you mumble through the haze of half-sleep to ask him what’s going on but stop when you feel his hand slide under the fabric and wrap around your breast.
you open your mouth to speak but no words come out. you're totally paralyzed.
he slides closer and you feel his entire body pressed against your back. he's so warm, it's almost hot to the touch. hottest of all is the hard outline of his cock pressing right into your ass.
he rolls his hips against you and lets out an incredibly soft moan-- that's when you realize that he must be having some very strange dream or nightmare, that he isn't meaning to do this to you.
bucky, wake up! you're having a nightmare...I think...
I'm awake, the voice right beside your ear informs you. that or I'm having the best dream of my life.
you stammer because you have no idea what is going on. w-wait...
this is the only thing that's helped. I never told you, but the nights where I tired myself out by jerking off and imagining you, those were the ones where I slept the best. but it didn't fix it completely. I just know if you help me, the nightmares will go away.
before you can even speak again he's talking over you, sounding less sweet and more stern.
don't you wanna help me, doll? don't you wanna help me feel good? don't worry, I'll make you feel good too...
the hairs on the back of your neck are standing up because you know something is horribly wrong, but you want to give him a chance. still, you're unsure. I don't know...
you don't know? you said you were my friend. friends help each other.
you gulp and answer sheepishly, o...okay...
thanks, doll. I knew I could count on you.
he grabs your hand and pulls it down. you gasp as he wraps it around his manhood-- it's thick, and hard yet silky.
you've never touched a cock before have you?
you feel embarrassed, you realize you must be doing something wrong already if he noticed your lack of experience. um, no... I haven’t...
oh I don't mind! it's a good thing. your hands are really soft... so much softer than mine.
you stay still and let him fuck into your hand, your face burning with shame even though you began to feel arousal tingle between your legs.
after a little more of that, he moves you around until he’s hovering over you, his hips between your legs.
I wanna try something different-- it’ll be better.
before you can stop him he’s rubbing his cock against your crotch, through your flimsy little shorts, and the sensation sends shivers up your spine. you had touched yourself before, but this felt totally different.
with him on top of you like this, you feel so small. his body towers over and envelops yours, but even with all that strength his little moans sounded gentle and vulnerable.
he leans down and you can feel his breath on your neck, his long hair falling down and tickling your face while his stubble scratches against your cheek
fuck, I love you, he murmurs into your ear.
what?! you try to recoil but you're trapped between him and the bed.
don't you love me too? I know you do.
you shake your head, you can’t even believe what’s happening. I told you, we're just friends
he grabs your jaw suddenly, forcing you to look at him, and even in the dark you can see his eyes burning with anger.
I know you love me. if you don't, you will.
he starts to move his hips back and pull your pajama shorts to the side, and for all your naivete you know exactly what's about to happen.
bucky, please-- don't put it in me-- no, stop, wait--!
he shoves into you, groaning as your unwilling body is forced to accept him
hnng, you're so tight doll. can't you feel how wet you are? that's how I know you love me. god, you feel so fucking good.
you sob and try to push at his shoulders but he's like fucking granite.
don't fight it, it’s gonna feel good for you soon... you just need time to get used to me.
you can’t imagine how this could ever feel good, it stings and makes you feel nauseous-- that is, until he reaches down and swipes his calloused thumb over your sensitive bud.
your whole body jerks and your fingers dig into his shoulders.
oh, do you like that princess?
you want to deny it but you’re too busy bucking your hips involuntarily, chasing more sensation
fuck, you’re a needy little thing, huh? you need me so bad... don’t worry, I’m here to take care of you. god, you don’t know how long I’ve waited for the chance to take care of you....
suddenly the burn inside you begins to subside and you feel the tip of his cock rubbing against something that makes your walls tighten around him with every thrust.
you hear your whimpers of pain morph into moans of pleasure, and you can hardly believe the noises are coming from you.
feels good, doesn’t it? god, you’re such a tease... inviting me for a sleepover-- you don’t even know what that means for adults, does it?
guilt burns in your stomach as you wonder if you really did lead him on, if it means something different than you thought and that’s why he came onto you.
and before that, spending nearly every day with me and talking with me about things I’d never told anyone before... you may have fooled yourself but I knew you wanted me so damn bad.
had you?? you couldn’t remember now. of course you’d always thought he was cute, that was objectively true, but you were just trying to be his friend...
and now you act so shocked and confused when I fuck you, but within a few minutes you’re moaning and begging for more.
you don’t remember any begging.
his thrusts get a little rougher and you choke on nothing.
I know you want it. I know you need it-- need me.
you can tell you’re going to come, but it doesn’t feel like how it feels when you’re by yourself. it feels so much more intense, electric even, and you’re not sure you’ll be able to handle it.
god, i’m so close-- you’re close too, aren’t you? you feel so good, doll. feel so good around my cock. fuck, you want me to come inside?
no, buck, you can’t-- i’m not--
oh it’s gonna feel so fucking good to fill you up, doll... and i know you’re gonna love how it feels when i come inside you.
you start to cry again, terrified that he’s going to get you pregnant when you’ve never even had sex before now. please-- stop... i’ll help you again tomorrow, i’ll help you whenever you want, just please don’t come inside me...
oh doll, you’re gonna help me every night now, don’t worry about that. gonna fuck you again before the night’s over, more likely than not. gotta keep those nightmares away until I can only dream of you.
against everything in you hoping not to, you come suddenly. you feel yourself tightening and fluttering around him as your whole body convulses.
when your back arches, he slips his arms under you and holds you close, fucking into you with brutal speed and force.
fuck, right there-- fuck, doll, i’m coming, oh fuck!
with a deep growl he pushes his hips against yours as hard as he can, burying himself in your pulsating warmth. you whimper and cry as his cock flexes with each spurt of come emptied into you. it feels like it goes on forever, his come coating your walls while he sucks on the crook where your neck meets your shoulder.
fuck, baby... you’re incredible...
you shiver, waiting for him to pull out and roll off of you, but he just relaxes and kisses all along your collarbone.
god, I could fall asleep like this. I sure as hell couldn’t have any nightmares with you keeping my cock warm in my sleep.
bucky... what if you got me pregnant?
oh, don’t talk like that, he purrs, you’ll get me all worked up and I’ll have to fuck you again.
he kisses you on the nose and it’s so disgustingly intimate.
I think I’ll be able to sleep again, at least for a few hours. come on, let’s move over to my side of the bed and you can be my little spoon.
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falling // sr x reader
words: 1.3k
warnings: angst, mention of drugs, mention of drinking, mention of relapse, cm spoilers for up to s14
a/n: congratulations june! this is my first cm writing and idk how to feel abt it
you and spencer had been bestfriends for as long as you could remember. of course you had, you were the two youngest on the team. because of this, your boss had made you two partners for almost all field work. you loved spencer with your whole heart. platonically, of course. at least that’s how it started out.
you couldn’t figure out when, but at some point in time, you fell in love with the boy genius. and now he lives in your head rent free. how could you not fall for him? he was smart, funny, kind, and devilishly handsome. spencer was everything. the two of you were always there for each other. you were there through maeve, and tobias hankle, and even emily. the two of you comforted each other when you believed your dear friend was dead. and you continued to comfort him when you learned that she was, in fact, alive and he hit a rough patch with jj.
spencer’s hit another rough patch in life, and you’ve been helping him through it as best as you can. on your last case, the unsub had held jj and spencer at gunpoint and forced them to play truth or dare. the game caused jj to reveal her love for spencer, only to tell him that she was putting on a show for the unsub to spare their lives. the case caused spencer to go into a downward spiral. and you planned to be with him every step of it.
it was early saturday morning, almost four in the morning, when you got the call. you grumbled as you reached over to the bedside table and answered it. “yeah, yln,” you grumbled groggily. as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes.
“yn… i-i need you,” spencer choked out.
“spence? where are you?” you asked as you sat up, all traces of tiredness leaving your body.
“‘m at my apartment. yn i messed up really bad,” he sobbed.
“spence i’m coming okay? i’m on my way just stay there. you’re okay i promise,” you spoke as you rushed to pull sweatpants on under your oversized sleep shirt. you drove to spencer’s house, running stop signs and speeding.
you were no stranger to these late night/early morning calls. though, they’d been occurring more frequently since the incident with jj. these calls with spencer happened often, especially during times of high stress. they happened durning maeve, and tobias hankle, and emily, and a lot during cat adams. you hadn’t gotten one of these calls in a while so you were really scared right now. you could only pray to any god that would listen that he didn’t do anything stupid before you arrived.
when you got there, the scene before you broke your heart. your bestfriend was laying on his couch surrounded by tissues and blankets, eyes rimmed red with dark bags under them. you noticed a few empty beer bottles lying around and your heart got caught in your throat when you saw the three syringes on the floor. “spence…” you whispered as you approached cautiously.
“‘m sorry yn. i’m so sorry. i tried so hard. i really did but it just hurts. everything hurts. i couldn’t handle it anymore. i relapsed,” he rushed through his sobs.
“‘s okay spence. just breathe okay? ‘m gonna clean up for you, okay?” you spoke gently as you began to lift the beer bottles off the floor, butting them in the trash as well as the syringes. while you cleaned, you made spencer go take a shower and you prepared his clothes for him.
“yn!” you heard spencer’s voice call as you were standing at the counter, trying to gather your thoughts. his apartment was now cleaned and put back together. you followed his voice into his room where he laid, buried under the covers, freshly showered and in his pajamas. “i’m sorry,” he revealed.
“it’s okay spence,” you spoke as you ran your fingers through his hair.
“i relapsed…” he whispered sadly.
“i know you did. we’ll get you better though. try and get some sleep, yeah bub?” you kissed his forehead softly.
“will you stay with me? please?” he asked as he scoot over and lifted the covers for you. you agreed and slid in next to him, allowing him to lay his head on your chest. you carded your fingers through his hair and gently scratched out his scalp as he slowly fell into dreamland. “yn?” he asked quietly. you hummed in acknowledgment. “i love you. a lot. like… i’m in love with you.” he whispered.
you held in your sigh of exasperation. this is how those late night calls always ended. spencer confessing his feelings for you, just to wake up the next morning and tell you he didn’t mean it. “yeah?” you asked quietly.
“yeah… ‘m in love with you,” he murmured tiredly.
this time, you released your sigh of exasperation. “why don’t you tell me that when you’re sober, spence,” you murmured, allowing him to fall asleep as you succumbed to your own exhaustion finally.
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when you woke up, the sun was shining through the window and spencer wasn’t in bed anymore. you mentally prepared yourself for the heartbreak you were about to receive again before dragging yourself out of bed. you met spencer in the kitchen, drinking his coffee and he offered you a smile. “morning yn,” he spoke.
“morning,” you murmured as you poured yourself a glass of orange juice.
“hey uh… i’m sorry. about…. about last night,” he spoke sheepishly.
“‘s alright spence, really no sweat. i’m just glad that i can help you,” you smiled reassuringly.
“and um… about what i said…” he began.
“really. it’s fine,” you quickly cut him off, not wanting to hear his rejection for the umpteenth time.
“can i please just say something?” he asked you.
“no spencer. i said it’s fine, let’s leave it at that. i already know how this whole thing goes. you relapse and you call me. i come and help you because that’s what a bestfriend does, i will always help you no matter what. you ask me to stay the night and before you fall asleep you tell me you’re in love with me. then the next morning you tell me it was just the drugs and alcohol talking. does that about sum it up?” spencer stood, unmoving.
“i can’t do this anymore. i love you spencer. i really really do. i’m in love with you. and hearing you say you love me just to tell me you don’t mean it? it’s destroying me.” you finally revealed.
“yn please. i’m trying to tell you that i love you. i’m in love with you, truly i am. i just was scared. i wasn’t ready before i was too damaged and i had too much baggage. i didn’t want to hold you down,” he began to bargain.
“and i loved you despite that baggage! hell i loved you and all the baggage you came with! spencer i’ve been in love with you for years but i’ve never been an option for you!” you shouted. 
“yn please i’m sorry,” he begged. “please let me fix this. i want you. i want to be with you,” he pleaded desperately.
“it’s too late spencer…” you shook your head as you hastily wiped at your rapidly falling tears. “i fell in love with you years ago. i’ve been in love with you for years. but now that you’re falling in love with me… i’m falling out of love with you,” you told him as you grabbed your keys and walked out the door.
when the door closed behind you, spencer stood staring at it. full of dread. full of regret. full of anguish. he had just let go of the most amazing thing that had ever happened to him. you broke him. but you weren’t sorry… because he broke you first.
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A Very Important Question (Ethan x f!MC)
Book: Open Heart
Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Natalie Cusack
Special Appearance: Sienna Trinh
Word count: 2012
Summary: Ethan has a very important question for Nat.
Author’s Note: This is dedicated to the anon who asked if I had written Ethan and Nat’s proposal story. Surprisingly, I had not so, of course, I had to rectify that immediately. Hope you enjoy it! 😘 Also this is unedited so sorry in advance for mistakes.
Ethan was acting weird.
He was constantly stepping away from work to attend meetings off-site, closed his laptop anytime someone walked by, and seemed to be in a constant state of anxiety. Whenever Natalie tried to talk to him about it, he always brushed it off, reassuring her he was fine.
“I’m just under a lot of stress, Nat, that’s all. Being Chief is more involved than I realized,” he would say.
Natalie wasn’t convinced.
“I don’t know, Si. I’m worried about him,” Nat said one night when getting drinks with Sienna. “You don’t think he’s having money trouble and he’s trying to hide it from me, do you?”
Sienna furrowed her brows. “You mean like gambling debts? That doesn’t seem like Ethan.”
Natalie shrugged. “I know it doesn’t. I’m just grasping at straws here. Trying to make sense of it all.”
Sienna squeezed Natalie’s hand reassuringly. “Don’t look too much into it, Nat. He’s probably just stressed; lord knows Bloom doesn’t make things easy and the Chief’s job is pretty demanding.”
Nat sighed. “Yeah, you’re right. Thanks, Si.”
“Anytime.”
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When Nat returned home that night, she found Ethan sitting on the sofa, watching an old black-and-white movie. His eyes lit up when he spotted her and he jumped off the couch to greet her. “Hey you.”
“Hi,” she smiled.
Ethan pulled her close and kissed her softly, smiling as Natalie immediately relaxed in his arms. “I missed you,” he said, pulling away.
“I just saw you a few hours ago,” she replied.
“I know and then I went several hours without seeing you and I missed you terribly during that time.”
She laughed and caressed his cheek with her hand. “Well, I missed you too.” Her brows furrowed and she stepped closer to him. “Are you okay? You’ve been so stressed this past week; I’m worried about you.”
His eyes softened and he nodded. “I know; I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you. This-- this whole thing with being Chief and trying to navigate my new responsibilities while still having to answer to Bloom has been overwhelming. And I kind of bottled it up; I know I have no reason to, it’s just-- just an old habit, I guess.”
Natalie smiled understandingly. “I know, I’m quite familiar with those old habits of yours.” He chuckled and she nuzzled his nose with hers. “You don’t have to bottle it up anymore, my love. I’m here for you, always. And I want to support you through everything, be it good or bad. I’ve got you.”
He held her close and rested his forehead against hers. “Thank you; I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“Just talk to me, okay? Even if it’s minor, I always want you to feel like you can come to me.”
“I will, I promise.” His forehead still resting against hers, he closed his eyes and held her close for a long moment, just enjoying having her in his arms. He was fully aware of how lucky he was to have her and while it killed him to lie to her, he hoped she’d forgive him when she realized the reason why.
Nuzzling her nose with his, he moved to kiss her forehead then looked at her. “Are you hungry? There’s some leftovers in the fridge I can heat up.”
She smiled and nodded. “That sounds great. Let me change though, these jeans have overstayed their welcome.”
He chuckled and watched as she made her way to the bedroom. “Hey,” he called. She turned and looked at him expectantly and he smiled. “I love you.”
She grinned. “I love you more.”
“Never.”
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Ethan looked around the apartment, triple checking his packing list in case he missed something. They were only going to be gone for the weekend but he needed to make sure that nothing was missing or left behind. This had to go perfectly; and with a lot of luck, it would. But that assumed he remembered everything-- did he pack enough underwear? What about the wine, is the wine in the cooler? Ring. The ring’s in his suitcase. Should he double check again?
The lock in the front door turned and Ethan had a brief moment of panic before shaking it off. He’d been preparing for this for over a week, everything was set. He just needed to remember to breathe.
Nat smiled at Ethan as she walked in. “Hey you.”
Ethan visibly relaxed and returned her smile. “Hi. How was lunch with Sienna?”
“Good! We got our nails done too. Lookie!” She extended her hand out to him and he admired the bright red she had chosen. He tried not to lose himself in the visual of a diamond ring on the very hand he was looking at, instead focusing on the color. Don’t give it away!
He cleared his throat and smiled. “Very pretty. Good color choice.”
“Thank you,” she said, smiling. Then, noticing the duffle bag that sat on the couch behind him, she furrowed her brows. “Are you going somewhere?”
“We are,” he corrected. “We’re taking the weekend off and going to Martha’s Vineyard, just the two of us. And Jenner.”
She smiled. “Really? Wait, I’m supposed to work tomorrow!”
Ethan shook his head. “Not anymore. I cleared your schedule and got your shifts covered. You’re free until Tuesday. Perks of dating the Chief.” He winked.
She raised her eyebrows. “Thank you, Ethan; that’s so sweet of you. But… what’s the occasion? I’m not forgetting an anniversary, am I?”
He chuckled. “No; I just thought we could both do with a weekend off. I hope it’s okay that I decided that?” The thought suddenly crossed his mind that she might object to having a trip suddenly sprung on her without warning.
She smiled and quelled his nerves with a gentle kiss. “It’s more than okay. Thank you for being so thoughtful.”
“Anything for you, my love.” He pointed to the duffle bag. “Everything’s already packed, we just need to get it all into the car. Will you leash Jenner?”
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Their first night in Martha’s Vineyard had been relaxing and romantic. After arriving at the AirBnB Ethan had rented, the two had gone out to dinner and enjoyed a quiet date overlooking the beach. Nat had looked beautiful in her sundress and windblown hair, her smile lighting up the entire patio. If Ethan hadn’t left the ring at the house, he might’ve proposed just then. But he had put too much planning into this proposal, damn it, he wasn’t about to ruin it all with an impulse, no matter how tempted he was.
After a lazy Saturday morning stumbling around the house, Ethan, Natalie, and Jenner made their way to the beach, picnic basket and blanket in hand. “This was such a good idea, babe!” Nat said as she popped a cheese cube into her mouth. “We haven’t been on a picnic in forever!”
Ethan smiled. “That’s why I thought we could have one while we were here. The beach seems like as good a place as any for a picnic.”
Natalie smiled. “This reminds me of our first date.”
“Does it now?”
“Mhm,” she said, sipping her wine. “The two of us and Jenner, enjoying a beautiful day outside. We had a picnic then too.”
“I remember,” Ethan said, smiling fondly. “I was nervous for that date. I wanted to make a good impression on you.”
“Really? You had already made a good impression on me.”
“Not as a boyfriend, I hadn’t. I wanted everything to go perfectly; it mattered to me that you knew how much I care about you. How much I love you. I may or may not have agonized over how much cheese was too much for that picnic.”
Nat smiled and squeezed his hand. “I knew then as I know now how much you love me. It’s as much as I love you, which is a lot. And you made a wonderful impression on me, Ethan. You always do. Also, there is no such thing as too much cheese.”
He laughed. “I know that now.” He leaned towards her and kissed her softly, caressing her cheek with his free hand. “I love you,” he whispered as he pulled away.
“I love you too,” she replied. She looked back at their picnic basket and smiled. “Any chance you packed some sweet stuff in there?”
“Mhm,” Ethan nodded. “There’s some chocolate covered strawberries at the bottom of the basket.
Nat’s eyes lit up. “You spoil me!”
Ethan watched with bated breath as Nat dug her way to the bottom of the basket, fully aware of what she’d find on top of aforementioned strawberries. His heart pounded as he watched her hands slow in their search and listened to the quiet gasp that escaped her lips. With one final reach, she pulled out a small velvet box, her eyes wide. “Ethan… I-- what?”
He moved closer to her and clasped his hands over hers, holding the box in place. “I love you,” he told her. Deftly, he maneuvered the small box out of her grasp and held it in front of her. “I love you so much and I want to live the rest of my life with you by my side. Natalie, you are kind and intelligent and passionate and beautiful both inside and out. You have such fire in your eyes, it could set the whole world ablaze and I would but happily burn in the flames.
“You have made my life so much better, from the first day you stepped into it. You light up my darkest days, your embrace is my home; I am a better man because of you and I know true happiness with you. Wherever you go Nat, I will follow. I love you and I can’t wait to grow old with you. Will you marry me?”
Nat was crying, a beautiful watery smile on her face. She sniffled and hastily wiped the tears that were falling away as she struggled to find her voice. “Ethan, I--” she choked back a sob and smiled even bigger. “I love you so much. Yes. Yes, I will marry you!”
Choking back a sob of his own, Ethan pulled Natalie into a tight embrace, her arms flinging around his shoulders and they held each other tightly, crying tears of overwhelming happiness and whispered “I love you’s.”
Eventually, they pulled apart and wiped each other’s tears away before Ethan pulled the ring out of the box and slid it onto Natalie’s finger. Sienna’s tips about Nat’s ring size had been correct and it fit like a glove, much to his relief. The ring looked better on her hand than he could have ever imagined. And now it would live on her hand for the rest of their lives, a symbol of their undying love for each other.
Natalie smiled at the ring and sniffled. “So is this why Sienna insisted we get our nails done yesterday?” she asked.
Ethan laughed. “I suppose so. She had mentioned it to me but I didn’t think much of it. It does make a lot of sense, though.”
She giggled and nodded. Then she looked at him thoughtfully. “You weren’t stressed about work at all, were you? You were stressed about this.”
He nodded and ran his thumb over the ring. “Yes. I’m sorry I worried you; and I’m sorry for lying to you about it. I wanted to keep it a surprise as best I could. I didn’t know how else to go about it.”
She smiled and shook her head. “It’s okay, I understand. I’m just glad to know this was what you were stressed about and nothing more pressing; like gambling debts or something like that.”
“I only gamble when it comes to Declan Nash, you know that,” he smirked.
“Of course,” she laughed. “How silly of me.”
He leaned in close and rested his forehead against hers. “I love you, Nat.”
“I love you more.”
He smiled and kissed her soundly on the lips, very nearly forgetting what they were talking about. “Never.”
A/N: Hope you guys liked it! 💙
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Request by @wow-life-love4 ❤️ : So I was hoping to request a Barba x reader; Where the reader sees Barbra back when she goes visits Carisi and she has those feeling again what she had years ago when he left!And he finally accepts the fact that she was the one as well!!!!!(Throw some angst in there I’m dying for it with fluffy ending)
Words: 3,530
Tags: @crying-river
Sorry for the typos. Enjoy. ❤️
Based on 22x04 Sightless in a Savage Land. (Of course)
(Gif isn’t mine)
*Carisi’s office*
Since Sonny got his new office, you found a comfy place on the floor, against his furniture. That’s where you were even though your former partner wasn’t there yet. There was this new case that came up in the night before, he had a few meetings while you were working on your laptop, coffee right next you and Sonny’s on his desk.
He came in a few minutes later, smiled when he saw you. He threw the box he was holding on his cabinet and sat on his desk chair. When he spotted his coffee, his smile grew wider. “You’re the best,” he said, taking a big sip.
“I know,” you smiled. “How’s the case going?”
“I’m going for murder 2, and we’ll see,” he shrugged.
One thing you love about your friendship with Sonny Carisi is that silence is comfortable. There is no awkward silence. While he worked on his paperwork, you were on your laptop. Shopping online, actually. You rescued a car a year ago and the little ball of fur has been scratching on your couch ever since. It was completely destroyed now and you needed a new one.
“Dom,” you called your best friend. “What do you think about this one?” you turned your laptop so Sonny could see it. It was a nice three places blue couch, Scandinavian style.
Sonny wheeled closer to you and bent down to look at it. “I won’t fit in that one,” he said. He’s been crashing a lot at your place for the past two years.
“Stupid long legs,” you teased him. “Although, in 4 years, you’ll be sleeping in my bed, so—“ you turned the screen back at you and kept scrolling.
Sonny laughed at that. “Only if neither of us is married,” he reminded you.
“Doesn’t look good, Dominick. I’m telling you,” you exclaimed. “You seriously need to prepare yourself to spend the rest of your life with me,”
“Wouldn’t have agreed if I wasn’t. Although, that’s not the story I wanna tell our kids,” still laying in his chair, Sonny was facing you, his legs spread as always.
“Why not?” You exclaimed. “It’s cute! Two best friends that made a deal to get together to avoid forever loneliness!” You paused and realized what he said. “Wait—kidS?” you asked, making sure the ‘s’ was heard.
“At least, four, Y/N. You know I want a big family,” Sonny told. This conversation seemed like completely normal between although it wasn’t.
“Then pry I’ll give birth to quadruplets. Cause I’m not getting pregnant four times,”
“Don’t underestimate the Carisi’s power,”
You and Sonny stopped talking for a moment, just staring at each other, until you both started to laugh. “This conversation is nonsense,” you said.
“I agree,” you heard from the doorway. You and Sonny turned like one man, to look at the man standing there. You didn’t have to look at him though. You recognized his voice from the first sound.
“Barba,” Sonny was the first to greet him. He stood up and offered his hand. Both men shook hands and Rafael’s eyes stopped on you, still sitting on the floor. You looked up to him and tried to keep a poker face. But god, he looked more handsome as ever. The beard. You asked him multiple times to keep the beard, when you and Rafael were seeing each other.
“Detective,” he greeted you.
“Counselor,” you quickly said and got your attention back on your laptop. You can’t let him see you still have feelings. And that you’re mad. Hurt, even. Rafael never made a promise to you, you two weren’t actually dating per say, but you wished he gave you a goodbye. Not just—leaving.
“What can I help you with?” Sonny rescued you.
“Mickey Davis. Can we talk about it?” He said.
You felt both men’s gaze on you and looked up, “Oh you want me gone?” You said and Sonny nodded. You stood up, put your laptop in your bag, and walked to the door. “Chinese. My place?” You asked Sonny, completely avoiding Rafael. Your best friend agreed and you would be lying if you said you didn’t hope it would make Rafael jealous.
*****
Sonny showed up at your apartment around 8. He was welcomed by Mania’s purrs, he crouched down and pet your ginger cat for a moment. You were sitting in your - destroyed - couch, with a glass a white wine. Carisi knew that seeing Barba after all those years messed with your head.
“How many?” He simply asked.
“Not enough!” You said, but you were obviously tipsy already.
He’d been there many times. He knew that trying to fight to make you stop drinking was useless. So instead, he grabbed a glass and joined you on the couch. Mania jumped on your lap. “Wanna talk about it?”
“I’m just going to say the same things I’ve been telling you for the past three years,” you said, focusing on your cat.
“But now, he’s back. And I don’t think he liked what he heard,”
You looked at Sonny, puzzled, waiting for him to continue. “He was—cold. Unfriendly. And he left saying ‘Enjoy the chinese—and the company’”
“It doesn’t mean anything, Dom. Three years went by. He probably has someone,” you were on the urge of crying but you were fighting yourself. You cried enough for Rafael.
“His lost,” Sonny put his arms around your shoulders and kissed your temple. He gave a pat to Mania, and extended his legs on the coffee table. You rested your head on his shoulder and a few tears escaped.
“Why am I not over him? Why does it still hurt?” You asked. Sonny hummed in response and you continued. “I wish we were married already. I would be committed to you, and he wouldn’t live rent free in my head,”
Sonny giggled, “You sure ‘bout that?” He asked. “Know that cheating is a deal breaker for me. Thinking of someone else while you’re with me is cheating, somehow. So technically, you’re already cheating on me,”
“I’d make up to you, but we’re not there yet. You refused to seal the deal,”
It took Sonny a few seconds to understand what you meant. “And think about Barba while I’m making love to you? Noooo, thank you,”
You grabbed the wine bottle and poured yourself another glass. Mania wasn’t pleased about you moving around so he jumped onto Sonny’s lap instead. “I need a good dick,” you sighed, laying back on the couch.
Sonny wasn’t expecting you to say that. Or at least, not like that. He was taking a sip and choked on wine. He coughed a few times, which made you laugh. “Need me to remind you what happened last year?”
“Noooo, thank you,” you mimicked him. The last year was a mess. You got drunk at Forlini’s and left with a stranger. It was okay at first, the man was good looking and very cautious with you. The sex wasn’t great. He came really fast, you didn’t have time to get pleasure. When you tried to leave, he offered you to stay with puppy eyes, and you caved. The next morning, you tried to sneak out but he heard you and he didn’t want to let you go. So you texted Sonny, asking him to call you and pretend an emergency. Thank god he did. But a few weeks later, you met the guy again at Forlini’s. It lead to a few weeks of stalking from his behalf, until you went all cop on him.
After eating chinese, you went back to drinking as Sonny stopped. You two watched some terrible show on tv until you fell asleep on his shoulders. Used to that, he moved you to your bed and crashed on your couch, with Mania cuddling to him.
*****
You showed up many times at work with hangovers. You were used to pretend you were okay and your coworkers pretended to believe you. The morning went slow, until he showed up.
“Barba!” Fin was the first to see him. “Liv isn’t here,” he continued.
“I came to see all of you—in private?” Fin, Amanda, Kat and yourself looked to one another. “I don’t have all day, detectives.”
They stood up and followed him next to interrogation rooms. But you stayed put. “Y/N,” Rafael softly said.
“Three detectives is enough,” you said, without looking at you. If you looked at him, you’d caved. And you can’t do that. He doesn’t deserve it. Not so easily. Not just because he is his handsome self.
“I hope chinese with your future husband was good,” he answered, bitterly and joined the others, closing the doors behind him. You sarcastically laughed at that. Was it jealousy? You hoped so.
A few minutes later, Liv came in with Garland. He gently greeted you and asked where were the others. You told them without thinking further. And in a minute, Barba was in Liv’s office with her and Garland. Your coworkers went back to their desks but no one talked. “Fill me in?” You asked.
“In so many words, Barba needs our help,” Amanda told you.
“He’s defending the man that Carisi is prosecuting. That’s not fair to Sonny,” you told, anger started to show up.
“Carisi can handle it,” Fin said.
“Damn right he can. But you’re making it harder for him! Our ADA is Carisi now, not Barba! He left me—us,”
You knew it was too late. Your anger toward Rafael just surfaced and the entire team now knows something had happened. Mostly angry at yourself from letting your emotions get the best of you, you grabbed your jacket and left the squadroom.
You drove to Sonny’s office and stormed in it without knocking. He immediately saw your red eyes, and furry in them. “Barba asked the squad for help! And I think they are in!” You were pacing in the small place, making Sonny’s head spin. “They are going behind your back for him! They are helping him, knowing it will make it harder for you! He just—snapped his fingers,” you did snap your fingers, “and they are all in! I can’t believe it,” you were breathing hard, fighting your tears and your anger. Sonny stood, grabbed your shoulders and brought you to his chest. He held you tight as you cried in his chest. He could feel your body shaking. You stood there for a long moment until you calmed down. Sonny let you go and grabbed you a tissue. You dried your eyes and blown your nose. “I’m sorry, you must be tired of me. I’m a fucking mess,”
Sonny was leaning on his desk, arms crossed and legs spread. “Nah, you’re not, Y/N. You’re my best friend and you’re there for me as much,” he softly grabbed your hand and rubbed your knuckles, “Now tell what you’re really mad about,”
“Him. He comes back and tries to act as if—nothing happened. Like we were nothing. Ever,” you took a deep breath, “it just hurts me all over again,”
“Now that he’s here, maybe you should ask for the explanations you’ve been waiting for? You need closure, honey. You deserve it. And yeah, it may not be what you want to hear but at least, you’ll know and you can finally move on,”
“With you when I turn 40?” You tried to joke.
“Or that guy from last year,” he grinned.
“Shut up, Carisi,” Sonny pulled on your arm to bring you to him. As he was leaning on the desk, you were the same height. You put your arms around his shoulders, and his hands were in your back. “What would I do without you?” You whispered in his ear.
“You’d be stuck in a relationship with a weirdo, and probably pregnant by now,” you laughed at his words.
“That would terrible. I’d be so frustrated,”
“Uh, I’d help you with that,”
“Dominick Carisi Jr, isn’t that a sin? May I remind you, you refused to seal our deal,”
“Because if it went bad, I didn’t want you to ask Fin to be your backup,”
“Wouldn’t have worked anyway, he found Phoebe,”
Really, what would you do without Sonny Carisi in your life?
*****
His words didn’t leave your brain. “You need closure, you deserve it”. And maybe he’s right. You do deserve closure, even if he tells you everything you don’t want to hear. So when the trial was over, and Barba invited everyone for a drink, you joined in. You sat between Sonny and Kat, Rafael was across from you. You could feel his gaze every now and then but you tried to avoid meeting his eyes.
“Cheers,” Rafael said, holding his scotch.
“To what? Jury deliberated for 6 hours to find Davis guilty on murder 2 and we’re back to the start,” Sonny answered.
“To irony, then,” Rafael offered instead.
Everyone got interested in Rafael’s past three years. He explained that he traveled for a while, catch up with foreign family in Cuba. He mentioned meeting a woman there but when you heard the word “girlfriend”, you stood up and went to order another glass.
“Y/N!” You heard from your left. You turned to see the man that stalked you the year prior. “Good to see you,” before you could react, Kyle was hugged you. “Been a while,” he smiled.
Not enough. You thought. “Indeed,” you gently returned the smile.
“May I offer you a drink?”
“Thanks, but I’m with my friends,” you pointed towards the squad. Sonny saw the man from behind and he saw in your eyes you were in trouble. But instead of helping you, he was just—laughing. Bastard.
“Maybe later then? Or another day?”
“Kyle. Last year, I threated you to put you in jail for harassment. That threat still stands if you start again,” you looked at him, seriously.
“Actually, I want to apologize about that. I was in a very bad place and I don’t know why I acted the way I did. Can we put that in the past and start all over again?”
Listening to his excuses, you didn’t see Rafael circling around. It’s only when you smell his intoxicating smell, that you knew he was behind you. You sighed and tried to stay focus on Kyle. “Okay look, if you’re still here when my friends leave, maybe—“ you were stopped by Rafael’s arm, as he slided it around your chest.
“Leave her alone, man. You’re not up to her standards,”
“Y/N, who is that” Kyle asked.
You were so confused about what was happening - and a little tipsy - you didn’t react. “The man that has way more chance to take her home than you’ll never have,”
“Well, man, you’re too late. I already took her home,”
You felt Rafael’s fist clenching. “Kyle—I’ll see around okay?”
“I’m not sure I want to leave you with that guy, Y/N,” he answered.
“But you are,” Rafael growled. “Now and forever,”
Rafael made you spin around so you were facing him instead of that Kyle. He instantly grabbed your face in his hands and kissed you right under Kyle’s nose. He was acting like an asshole but there’s no way you could pull him away. You melted into his kiss, granting access to his tongue. You grabbed onto his shirt, pulling him as close as you could. You felt his hands traveling your back, until you were grabbing your ass. For a moment, you forgot you two were in the middle of Forlini’s. You moaned in his month and he felt his cock twitching.
You pulled away only when Amanda made herself heard as she was leaving. “Get a room, people.”
Rafael smiled. “I agree with her. Come home with me?”
“Where’s home for you?” You asked. A kiss can’t make everything go away.
“Home is you, Y/N. You’re my home,” he looked so damn sincere and it would be so easy to just let it go and hang on to those words. But you still need explanations. Apologizes, perhaps?
Again, you fought against your tears. “That’s so easy, Rafael,”
“Come with me and we can talk. Just that if you want,”
*****
During the ride, you told Rafael you preferred to go to your place; Mania was waiting. If Barba should have a pet, he thought he would adopt a dog. But since you have a cat, he can get use to it. Only if you cut its claws.
As always, Mania was waiting behind the door when you got in. He didn’t move at first, just studying Rafael. “He’s already judging me,” Rafael said.
“He only met two humans. Me and Sonny. Before that, he was beaten, famished and threw with the trash. He doesn’t trust humans,”
“That’s something we can bound on,” Rafael kept his distance with your furry child. And Mania did the same. You pet him a moment, gave him his food and joined Rafael on the couch, with a bottle of Sauternes. It was silent at first. None knew where to start.
“Is—is there something between you and Carisi?” He asked.
“Straight to the point,” you smiled in your glass. You liked the hint of jealousy in it. “For now, no. But in 4 years, maybe,”
“I’m gonna need further explanations,”
“I’m the one that needs explanations, don’t you think?” You challenged him. “Actually, I deserve them,” you’ll have to think Sonny later for that strength.
“Indeed, you do,” Rafael agreed. “It was easier that way,”
“Easier for who? For you? Cause it wasn’t easy for me, at all,”
“I was selfish and I’m sorry,” he softly grabbed your hand. “I knew that—if I came to see you, to tell you I was leaving, I would have back down. I couldn’t bring myself to tell you goodbye. All I ever wanted to see in your eyes, when you look at me, was love. And I was afraid to see—disappointment in them. Pity, hate, even. Cause there was hate whenever I looked in the mirror,” you heard tears in his voice. You knew he was just being honest with you.
“You ruined our relationship—or whatever we had— on assumptions, Rafael. I didn’t hate you before you left. I wasn’t disappointed. Only things you’d have seen were empathy and love,”
“I couldn’t take the risk, Y/N,”
“Let’s pretend I get that. Why didn’t you call, then? Text? Left a letter or a note? Hell, even an email would have made it easier,” you stood up, pacing around. Rafael has been around you enough to know that’s what you do when you’re angry and trying to calm yourself.
“I could have. I should have—I’m so sorry,” he was looking at you with pleading eyes but you were still pacing around your living room. “I never forgot about you, Y/N. I still love you,”
“Uh-huh,” you shook your head, “You can’t tell me you still love me when you never said you loved me in the first place!” You exclaimed.
“Fine,” he stood up and grabbed your shoulders to keep you still. “I love you, Y/N. Wanna know when I knew?” He paused, for what you assumed what a dramatic effect like he does in court, “When Yelina came in my office, telling my ‘crazy coworker’ slapped her. And you didn’t slap her because you were jealous. You did so because she hurt me and talked shit about me for going after Alex. When she left, I smiled so hard, I found the courage to ask you out,”
You felt your cheeks turning pink. “I didn’t know you knew,” you looked down but Rafael grabbed your chin and made you lift your head.
“From that moment, I knew you had my back. I didn’t have yours,” you saw a tear finally escaping his eye. “And if you found the strength to forgive me, I’ll always have your back. I won’t let you down. I promise,”
Seeing Rafael cried made you cry too. You swoop his tears with your thumb. “It won’t be easy, Rafael. It’s going to take time for me to—trust you again. To trust that you won’t leave again,”
“I won’t,” he grabbed your face and kissed. It was needy. Rafael wanted you to feel how much he loves you in that kiss. He wanted you to know you could trust him. Not only your tongue mixed but your tears did too. “I promise. I love you,” he rested his forehead against yours.
“I love you, too,” you kissed again, but it was more passionate. One of his arms were wrapped around your shoulders and his other hand was holding your cheek. Your left hand rested on his firm ass and your right one was in his hair.
He smiled against your mouth when he felt your hand grabbing his ass cheek. “That’s my move,”
“What can I say? I missed your ass,”
He chuckled and made you jump in his arms. Your legs wrapped around his waist and his hands were resting on your ass. “Not as much as I missed yours,” Rafael kissed you again and walked to the bedroom, closing it to Mania’s face.
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When The Stars Went Out
Summary: You know Helmut Zemo will find you in this and every life, so why pull the red thread any sooner? Ao3 Link
Warnings: Contains smut, some dubcon/noncon elements, references to being choked, aggressive abuse of astronomical terms and flowery language.
Notes: Inspired by this ask from @hope-to-hell, which proceeded to live rent-free in my brain until I turned moody concepts into an even moodier part of a soulmate AU. I. I got nothing. If someone could explain to me why Helmut Zemo makes my brain think only in abstract concepts and frantic half-baked truths, I'd appreciate it.
18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI
I do not give permission to have my work reposted anywhere I didn't already post it, and Ao3 is the only place I do.
Leave it.
You know better.
You know better than to pull that thread, red around your fingers. You know better than to let him know just how to find you. He will, eventually, so why make it easy?
The orbits of stars are long ones, and yet no less chaotic, flames flickering the coldness of space. You burn, spinning through the darkness, wound around the tear he leaves and he watches, peels back layer after layer, dragging you into an endless waltz.
You have two choices.
You have no choice.
Hydrogen fuses into helium fuses into carbon and you are born in the heart of the inferno, exploding outwards from the death of your stellar nursery and thrust into his arms, every lifetime bringing you together and tearing you apart.
Look at him. Look at the remnants he left behind, cast out into the nothing as he bores a hole through the universe and topples behemoths in his way, feeds you the poisoned flesh of his conquests and leaves cold fire burning under your skin. Burn and become just like him, bonded to the nothingness, decaying only when you and he have consumed every last pinprick. Burn or die and can you be sure he will mourn you if you fail him?
Leave it.
Helmut Zemo is a shell. A mask, a play, you know the void beneath his skin you touch it when he presses himself into you, his mouth hungry over yours. He is cold, ice under your burning fingers when you pull at the lapels of his coat, feel fur and fury in your hands and let him press you against the wall — did you think you could run forever, darling — you let him hiss threats against the hollow of your neck and breathe his true name into the air of this life.
One day I will tire of our game.
One day I will never let you go.
He leaves his promises in the bruises against your skin, the shape of his fingers around your throat as he drags confessions from the soft truth between your legs — he has learned the lies your tongue is all too happy to weave, when he hasn’t chosen to muffle your words, but the burning need coating your thighs is all the answer he will ever need.
One day the spiral will bring you too close and you will be trapped, bound to the inevitable resolution of the chase, rippling the fabric of the universe with every wave of your struggle — would he still want you if you did not fight, if you did not claw at survival and force it to give you that much more time?
Leave it.
Helmut Zemo is a scar on the fabric of space and time and you, little lamb, are trapped in the event horizon of his obsession, dragged deeper and deeper into the maelstrom of his machinations. He winds around you in the soft hours of the morning, presses you down into silk sheets and whispers adorations into your skin and listens to you beg to be held and freed all at once.
What are you running from?
Listen.
Listen.
Listen for his roar into the void, calling you, dragging you in, stop running from the inevitable and let him hold you. You are strong, strong enough to withstand the gravity of his obsession what are you afraid of, darling, don’t you know — let him savor you like the last meal he will ever have.
Let him bury himself in the softness of your affection — and it is your affection, no matter how much you play at otherwise — let him hold your gaze and drag his teeth along the fullness of your lips, let him call you all manner of sweet things and let the pressure be released let him fill you again and again.
Listen.
Watch.
Watch for the minute breaks in his control, when the sharpness of his smile thins into a razor-edged snarl, when he curses your plushness with a hiss and a thrust of his hips, sinking into you. Sing for him, won’t you, that delicate aria of your pleasure, all soft sighs and sweet whispers?
You love him. You love him and it hurts, because of course it does. He is boundless and endless and all-consuming, a wolf and you are so decidedly prey, if the sparks around you are any indication — these stars are cruel and angry, these stars feed not on hydrogen and helium and you, sweet thing, were a meal worth savoring. He whispers condescending truth in your ear and thrusts his hips, finds the swell of your breast and mollifies himself in the way you arch back to him, knows the feel of your surrender and the orgasm it draws out of him. This is the push and pull, the gravitational dance across a thousand lifetimes.
Who are you? Who is he? Who have you been, chased and chasing, loved and loving, every layer of your existence laid bare before you until you are both the singularity of your consciousness, wound together in the dying light of the cosmos.
Leave it.
But not him. Leave the echoes of your stellar past behind and let the nothingness take it. Take your disappointment, your anger, your fear, let him consume it all and show you the power in emptiness. Let him fill your ambition with his own, shed the layers of your doubt and fear. Burst — that’s it, my darling, let me feel you — and in the supernova of your combined pleasure, become one.
#helmut zemo x reader#helmut zemo x you#baron zemo x reader#baron zemo x you#helmut zemo smut#helmut zemo angst#fanfiction
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Have Mercy on Me
Pairing: Felix Escellun x GN!MC
Fandom: Fictif (Last Legacy)
Rating: M (swearing, mild sexual content)
Words: ~ 1500
Description: Felix and his barista are a bit less than careful when it comes to concealing their midnight make out sess.
Notes: So Sage suspects that Felix and MC are a thing, but he doesn’t know that they are. Or he didn’t prior to this fic. The last of my Felix writing spree! I’m moving on to some Asra next.
Tags: @margitartist @demon-paradise @themohawkhelmet @cactus-hoodie @aomiyeon @piningmaybeanartist @another-confused-gay
When I imagined travelling with the legendary Starsworn, sitting in the parlour of a run-down inn and getting wasted wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.
Sage grabs a bottle from the table at his feet and takes a hearty swig.
“Even this is failing to entertain me now,” he says, cracking his back as he stands, “I’m going to go pass out.”
“Will you kill me if I call it a cat nap?” I singsong.
Safe glares at me in reply, ears pinned flat against his head. “Do you want to find out?”
I opt to stay quiet as he turns towards the stairs that lead to our rented rooms.
“I think I’m going to turn in for the night as well,” Anisa hums, her green eyes glittering in the firelight. “Goodnight, you two!”
Felix and I sit silently as the sound of creaking wood accompanying footsteps retreats up the stairs.
As soon as the parlour is silent, he turns to me, smirking.
“Ah, to be free of Sage’s incessant pestering.”
I too am rather glad to be alone with him. With all that’s gone on lately, I’ve barely had Felix to myself at all these last few days.
The cracking of the fire is soothing, the silence between us strangely comfortable. It’s rather odd, considering Felix isn’t one for quiet contemplation, and it’s very rare that any situation he’s involved in remains free of awkwardness.
I’m distracted from my thoughts as Felix glances down at our hands, still close together being that we have yet to seperate from our previously crowded position on the sofa.
Once again, I feel myself wishing that he would just ask for things when he wanted them, like he so obviously wants to hold my hand now. Am I doing something wrong? Is this some consequence of his relationship with Rime? I know almost nothing about that, I don’t really want to, but if that deer-man did anything to hurt Felix, I guarantee I’ll snap his antlers like Pixy Stix.
Then again, perhaps some of the hurting was consensual. He did have some choice comments about their sexual relationship that I’ve really been trying to forget. Yikes. I can’t imagine the Felix I know in a relationship anything like that.
He’s too precious... too soft. I feel like getting rough with him would break him, shattering his beauty to shards, like stained glass.
But I wouldn’t mind if he were a bit more forward with me.
“Do you want to hold my hand, Felix?”
He starts, then blushes as he meets my gaze. Felix nods, his expression turning resolute as he slowly reaches for my hand, then intertwines my fingers with his.
I reach to delicately tilt his chin up with the index finger of my free hand.
“I do like you, you know,” I tease, but the words still carry meaning. “You don’t have to be so hesitant.”
“O-okay. I know that, I do. It’s just... difficult,” he scoffs, a frustrated sound deep in his throat. His voice goes soft as he continues, “I haven’t- I haven’t done this since...”
“I know.” He doesn’t need to say Rime’s name for me to know who this is about.
I smile, sultry turning soft, then focus my attention back on the fireplace as Felix lays his head on my shoulder with a soft sigh. Progress. His hair tickles my chin, but I don’t really mind. He smells... nice. Like... well, he actually kind of smells like sage. Sage the plant, not the person. Felix would certainly take offence to the latter. I snicker under my breath just thinking of his reaction if I told him so.
I suddenly shiver as Felix turns his face into my neck, trying to stay still. He’s not a huge fan of casual physical contact, and I don’t want to scare him away. He’s kinda like a pet, a cat, in that any time he gets close I stay shock still in hopes that he won’t run off. He’s like a cat in many ways, actually. Grumpy, recluse, adorable. Another description he would despise, knowing his hatred for Stella. I purse my lips to keep from giggling. Man, if only everyone knew how hilarious I really am.
“You realize,” Felix hums, the vibrations creating goosebumps across my skin. “We are completely alone.”
My amusement fades in an instant, my features stretching into a seductive grin.
“Oh? And what, Felix, oh dignified and talented mage, are you suggesting?”
I can almost feel his face heat from where it’s pressed against the soft skin of my neck.
He sighs, then mumbles, “I beg you not to tease me so. We can’t all be as lascivious as Sage, my dear.”
“Felix,” I tease, despite his request, “are you asking for a kiss?”
He pulls away, face flushed red, biting his lip as he refuses to meet my gaze.
“No.” The answer is obviously yes, and although his pout is adorable, he sounds like a stubborn, petulant child.
I place my hands on both of his cheeks, forcing him to meet my gaze.
“Good. Because you don’t need to ask. If you want to kiss me Felix, go ahead.”
It’s a bold challenge. Never does Felix initiate such things, but I want him to. I want him to want to.
He blinks. Then, slowly, tentatively, he shifts closer to me, the sofa creaks beneath him, and I feel the cushions sink as he leans towards me. His breath fans across my face as he gets impossible closer, his eyelashes fluttering against my cheeks.
It’s in moments like these that it truly hits me: how incredibly intoxicating Felix is. I don’t think I could refuse him if I wanted to; my heart yearns to be swept up in the vortex of his stormy eyes, to drown in a sea as black as his fingernails or as red as his bitten lips.
I can just barely feel the brush of his lips against mine, leaving my breath stuttering in my throat. It’s nice- the closeness, the stillness. Intimate even, with our foreheads pressed together and our mouths just barely touching. I could stay like this with him forever.
Then our lips slide together in a familiar, passionate dance, slow and sensual and utterly delicious. I instinctively move my hands to tangle in his hair, pulling just the way I know he likes, while Felix surprises me by moving one hand to cup my face, the other to skim my thigh, and kissing me back hard, hard enough to make me feel like the breath that fills his lungs, and I struggle to refrain from smiling against the softness of his lips.
I pull away, trying not to notice his bereft, breathy little exhale, just long enough to quirk a brow before I place my hands on his chest and push him back into the sofa, chuckling at the noise of shock that he makes.
And while I love to have him near me, holding me, this is where I like Felix best. Pinned under me as I straddle his waist, wide, silvery eyes reflecting the dying firelight.
I lean over him, tantalizing, teasing, trace a path with my tongue from his collarbone to the shell of his ear, then finish by biting down on his earlobe, rolling the stud he wears in his ear with the tip of my tongue.
Felix gasps, hips involuntarily pressing upwards and against mine, a breathy whine building in his throat. I catch his wrists and pin them above his head, leaning back to admire the mess I’ve made of him.
“So pretty,” I murmur, twirling a strand of his hair with my free hand.
“You are quite,” his voice shakes with his ragged exhale, “resplendent yourself.”
I snort, hum, then lean forward to capture his mouth in a sinful, open-mouth kiss, grinding against him once more in a way that has us both panting into each other’s mouths. I’m not sure how long we stay tangled up like that, rocking together, never parting for longer than it takes to catch a breath.
His skin is surprisingly warm to the touch when my fingers flit under the fabric of his shirt, dipping over the soft give of his stomach, a gentle, exploratory touch I can feel mirrored by Felix’s hands on the bare skin of my arms.
I’m just about to suggest we take this somewhere more private when I’m interrupted by a choking noise. A sound not unlike that of a cat, yakking on a hairball.
Felix and I hastily spring apart, and my gaze is immediately drawn to a tall, white-haired figure standing at the base of the stairs.
“Holy fuck.” Sage whispers, his expression a mix of amusement, awe, and confusion. His eyes dart between the look of sheer mortification that paints my features and Felix’s disheveled appearance and half-open shirt.
Shit.
Felix flops back down, burying his burning red face in a pillow.
“Not now, Sage.”
Sage only smirks. “Interrupted something, did I? By all means, don’t stop on my accord. I’m all for watching, or joining. If you’re into that sorta thing.”
I can only manage to stare, slack-jawed. Is he really suggesting...?
“So,” Sage clears his throat, causing Felix to groan at the realization that he has not yet left. “You two really are-“
I nod.
“No,” he grimaces.
“Yes,” I deadpan.
“No,” he repeats, louder, frantic. “I cannot live in a world in which Felix has game. First Rime, now you? Are you sure you’re the one who got teleported to another dimension?”
“That’s not exactly what-“ Felix finally huffs as he raises his head, glaring.
“Whatever, man. This is some fucked up shit. Majorly fucked up, that’s what I say.” Sage crosses the room, retrieving a dagger from the nearby armchair and twirling it dangerously in his leather-clad grip (I assume this is the reason he came back into the parlour at all).
He makes to move up the stairs, but pauses, throwing me a grin over his shoulder, accompanied by a waggle of his eyebrows.
“But if you ever wanna get a taste of the wild side...”
“Sage!” Felix exclaims, eyes flashing a dangerous green, but the former only snickers.
“Goodnight, horny children. Try to keep the noise level to a minimum, if ya know what I mean.”
I have to slap my hand over Felix’s mouth to stifle his angry retort.
This is going to be a long few days.
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Roommates (K.NJ)
Warnings : mentions of drinking, partying, swearing, mentions of sex
Synopsis : unable to afford rent alone, she looks for a roommate. he’s perfect on paper, but seems to avoid her in person. after their friend groups mix for a night out, she finds out he finds her beautiful. she never expected to befriend him, nor did she expect to fall for her handsome roommate.
Word Count : 3281
After graduating university, I moved into a 3-bedroom duplex, sure with my new job I could afford it by myself. But after a few months, I found myself struggling to keep up with bills and rent and soon put out an ad for a roommate. I’d prefer to live with another girl, but after meeting all the girls that applied, I decided to expand my search to include guys as well.
Kim Namjoon seemed like the perfect applicant on paper and seemed fairly decent when he came to check out the place. He didn’t ask any questions, calmed all the concerns I had about living with a stranger, and met all my expectations for a roommate. He seemed to be the obvious choice, so he moved in a couple days later.
I didn’t expect to become friends with the guy as the two of us were quite different, but I didn’t expect him to completely avoid me either. He kept to himself, either leaving the place for days at a time, or staying in his room, only leaving to get food and use the washroom. At first it was nice; I was worried about him making any unwanted advances and it really calmed all my anxieties. But after a while, it seemed like he was avoiding me like the plague. I tried to talk to him a few times, but he would shrug it off and ignore my existence.
“How’s living with a stranger?” My best friend, Jimin, asked when he came for a visit a couple months after Namjoon moved in. “Have you guys hooked up yet?” I choked on my drink, completely taken back by his question.
“God no! I’ve tried being friendly, but the man avoids me like I don’t even exist!” I said after I caught my breath from my coughing fit. “I guess I don’t mind it though. It’s almost like I still live alone, just with extra money.” The front door slammed open soon after I said that and Namjoon came stomping in with the angriest look on his face. He paused when he entered the living room and saw Jimin sitting beside me on the couch.
“If you two are going to fuck later, keep it down. I’m going to bed.” Before either of us could say anything, Namjoon stormed up the stairs and slammed his bedroom door.
“Who pissed in his cornflakes?” Jimin asked, his eyes wide as he looked in the direction of the stairs Namjoon just stormed up.
“Who goes to bed at 3 in the afternoon?” I stared at the time on my phone with my brows furrowed together, wondering if something happened while he was gone.
“You’re sure he isn’t some criminal?” Jimin jokingly asked and I playfully slapped his arm and giggled. But I really didn’t know what he did for a living. He pays rent on time and helps with the bills, so I never really questioned anything. “Jin is wondering if you’re coming out with us tonight.” Jimin was typing away at his phone, most likely texting Jin, asking what the plan was.
“Yeah, I have tomorrow off so why not.” Jimin nodded and continued to text Jin. “Who’s all going?”
“All I know for sure is me, you, Jin and Taehyung. Jin said he invited someone from his work who might come and bring his friends too, so I’m not too sure.” I nodded.
“I hope the guy he invited from work is Hoseok. I met him a couple times and he’s super fun! And really hot.” Jimin laughed and shook his head at me. “What? I can appreciate his beauty!”
“I never said you couldn’t. You just haven’t shown interest in anyone since Jackson.” I rolled my eyes.
“First, we promised never to bring him up. Second, I’m not interested in Hoseok, I just think he’s attractive.” Jimin held his hands up in surrender before getting up to leave.
“I’m going to go meet up with Jin for a while. I’ll see you tonight.”
After Jimin left, I decided to get ready so whenever they decided to show up, I wouldn’t be holding us back from our night out. Jin always complained about how long it took me to get ready, as if he didn’t also take forever.
After showering and doing my hair and makeup, I was left with deciding what to wear. I had a couple outfit choices laid out on my bed. I kept picking them up and holding them up to myself while looking in the mirror, but I just couldn’t decide. I was just about to call Jimin when I heard a knock at my bedroom door. I threw the two dresses I had in my hands onto my bed and went to open my door, expecting either Jimin or Taehyung to be on the other side, but was surprised to see Namjoon standing there, holding two coffees.
“I wanted to apologize for earlier. I had a bad day and took it out on you and your boyfriend.” He handed one of the coffees to me. I looked down at the drink and then up at him. “Oh uh, they messed up my drink and gave me one for free. Figured you’d like it.” He quickly said, and I didn’t let it slip that the two coffees were obviously very different. The one in his hand was hot, whereas the one he handed me was iced. I just smiled and thanked him. “The long-sleeved black dress would look good on you. Go with that one.” He said before I could shut my door and then quickly walked away before I could ask what he meant. I looked at the different dresses on my bed and smiled to myself when it put it together. And he wasn’t wrong.
“Hey, you sexy motherfucker, worldwide handsome has arrived!” I heard from downstairs as I was putting the final touches on my outfit. I rolled my eyes at the dumb nickname Jin gave himself and quickly opened my bedroom door to head out. Namjoon was heading back to his room from the bathroom, and I asked if he wanted to come with.
“My friends and I already have plans.” I nodded and told him to have a good night and rushed down the stairs.
“Damn girl, where have you been hiding this!” Jin gushed when he saw me. I playfully slapped him as I slid on a pair of strappy black heels to go with my dress. It was really a thin strapped crop top and a skirt, with a long-sleeved sparkly mesh dress on top that really showed off all my curves, and my legs. Just as we were about to leave and get in the car, Hoseok came barging in.
“I thought we were meeting you there?” Jin asked. Hoseok looked between the two of us, confusion written on his face.
“Does Namjoon live here?” He asked after a minute of silence. I smiled to myself at how small a world we live in and nodded. “Namjoon, let’s go!” Hoseok yelled, and I took that moment to check him out without him noticing. Jin elbowed me in the side and told me we should get going before Taehyung thinks we’re hooking up.
“He really won’t ever let us live that down, hey.” Jin and I shared a laugh as we told Hoseok we’d meet them at the club. “Hey thots, we ready to get lit?!” I exclaimed as I got into the car. Taehyung rolled his eyes at me, but I could see the smile he was trying to hide.
“That was fast for the two of you. Just a quicky this time?” I rolled my eyes and leaned forward to playfully slap him as he was driving.
“It was one time! And it was years ago.”
“Still weird.” I shook my head and leaned back in my seat.
We got a booth before Hoseok and his friends arrived and joined us. Namjoon’s eyes widened when he saw me, and Jimin glared at him, obviously still upset about what happened earlier. “Hey, I uh, already apologized to Y/N, but I guess I should apologize to you too. I shouldn’t have snapped like that.” Hoseok’s two other friends looked between Jimin and Namjoon, wondering what happened. “It was Y/N’s place first, and you two are dating so I should be nicer.” I was so caught up in him giving me a coffee that I completely forgot to correct him on that fact, but it still made me laugh. Jin and Taehyung burst out laughing while Jimin just sat there with a dumbfounded look on his face.
“Oh my god, Y/N and Jimin dating.” Jin laughed.
“That’s the best joke I’ve ever heard!” Taehyung added, bent at the waist as tears streamed down his face from how hard he was laughing. I felt bad for Namjoon as he stood there, confused as to what was so funny. His friends eventually put two and two together and shook their heads.
“Y/N and I aren’t dating.” Jimin finally said. Namjoon went completely red in the face and I found myself smiling at how cute it was. For the first time since he moved in, I actually got a good look at him and honestly I couldn’t stop myself from staring. I’m not sure if it was the dim lighting, or the way he was dressed, but he was really handsome.
“Oh, sorry.” He quickly said. “I’m going to go get a drink.” I quickly stood from the booth and followed him as Hoseok introduced his two friends to the rest of the group.
“Hey!” I said when I caught up to him. “Sorry about my friends. Also sorry I didn’t correct you earlier, it slipped my mind.” He shrugged his shoulders, saying it wasn’t a big deal. “Jimin has been my best friend since diapers, basically my brother. That’s why Jin and Taehyung found it so funny.” Namjoon nodded.
“I don’t need your life story.” My heart sank when he said that. I thought we were finally getting somewhere with our relationship, but I guess he was just the kind of guy who couldn’t not right a wrong.
“Noted.” I ordered mine and my friend’s drinks, as well as shots for the table, told the bartender which table, and turned to walk away before Namjoon made his order. I plopped down beside Jin who immediately wrapped his arm around me. “Sorry, I ran off before I could get your names.” I smiled at the two strangers sitting across from me.
“I’m Jungkook, and mister grumpy pants there is Yoongi.”
“Well I hope no one minds, but I ordered shots for the table.” Just as I said that Namjoon came back with the bartender and the two handed out the drinks and shots that had been ordered. I held up my shot glass and everyone else followed suit. “Let’s get litty titty!”
“You’re not allowed to make the toast ever again.” Jin said as we all downed our first round of shots. Namjoon was sat directly across from me, staring at me as if I kicked his dog. Conversations started around the table, but Namjoon just sat there, staring at me. I downed my drink in record time while making eye contact with him. I leaned across the table and motioned for Namjoon to do the same.
“You keep staring at me like that, I’ll think you’re secretly in love with me.” I said just loud enough for him to hear and sat back. “Jin, come get another drink with me!” I slid my hand into his and he happily obliged, asking around the table if anyone else wanted something.
At some point during the night, I convinced some of the guys to hit the dance floor with me. Namjoon obviously stayed behind, rolling his eyes at my invitation. “Don’t take it to heart.” Hoseok told me as a group of us made our way to the dance floor. “He doesn’t know how to act around girls he thinks are pretty.” I smiled at the insinuation that Namjoon thought I was pretty.
Jin took my hand as soon as we hit the dance floor and the two of us began dancing together. I could feel the alcohol starting to hit me and began to let loose. “Your friends are betting on whether or not you and Jin are going to hookup tonight.” Hoseok told me as we made our way to the bar to get more drinks before heading back to the table for a rest.
“They do that every time.” His eyes widened. “Jin and I hooked up once a couple years ago and now the two of them, Taehyung especially, won’t let us live it down.” He nodded in understanding.
I sat beside Namjoon, considerably more drunk than when I left the table. He looked at me with the same annoyed look he’s been giving me all night, but I didn’t let it bother me this time. “A little birdy told me you think I’m pretty.” I slurred out and laughed as his eyes widened and he suddenly got nervous.
“I don’t know who told you that, but they’re lying.” His words hurt more than I’d like to admit. I don’t know why I want him to think I’m pretty, but I do. I stood up to move to the other side of the booth and sit beside Taehyung, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back down beside him. “I-I think you’re beautiful.” He stuttered out, obviously not nearly as drunk as me. With my elbows on the table, I put my head in my hands and turned my body to look up at him.
“You look really handsome tonight, Namjoon.” I could see a bit of pink dust his cheeks as he smiled. “Oh! You have a dimple.” I said as I poked it and brought my face closer to his to get a better look. He swatted my hand away and looked away from me. “You’re so mean to me.” I pouted. I reached out and placed my hands on his cheeks and made him look at me. His eyes were wide as I studied his face with a pout on my face.
“What are you doing?” He asked, reaching up and taking my hands in his, removing them from his face.
“Memorizing your handsome face, since you always hide from me.”
“Sorry.” I smiled at him.
“Come dance with me!” I stood up again and held my hand out to him, catching the attention of the other two sitting at the table, specifically Yoongi. Namjoon lowered my arm, denying my request. “Please! Just one song.” Yoongi smirked at Namjoon who seemed embarrassed.
“I’m not much of a dancer.”
“I’m not either!” I exclaimed and grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the booth. He didn’t resist much as I pulled him to the dance floor, earning a surprised look from Hoseok who was having a mini dance battle with Jimin. “Don’t be weird about it.” I laughed as I started dancing. Namjoon was very stiff and awkwardly smiled at me. “Let loose.” I grabbed his hands and started dancing with him, trying to get him to enjoy himself. I got lost in the song and Namjoon eventually let go of my hands and just watched me.
“I’m going to get a drink; do you want anything.” Namjoon whispered in my ear after a couple songs passed.
“Surprise me.” I continued to dance while I watched him walk away. I didn’t expect him to actually get me a drink, but he returned a few minutes later and handed me the same drink I’d been drinking all night.
After a few more songs and a couple more drinks, I had definitely surpassed my limit, and Namjoon could tell. I was slumped over on the table, barely able to keep my head up. “Let’s head home.” He said softly, bending down in front of me, telling me to hop on his back. I loosely wrapped my arms around his neck, and he stood, reaching back to support my legs. Jin, Jimin, Jungkook and Hoseok were heading back to the table as we were leaving. “I’m going to take her home. The uber is outside.” He explained to the group before leaving for the door.
“Please don’t hate me.” I whispered as he walked outside and towards the waiting car.
“I couldn’t ever.” He replied, setting me in the backseat, and ran to the other side. For some reason, his words caused my heart to flutter. I didn’t expect to start crushing on my quiet roommate, but somehow it happened.
The next morning I woke up with one of the worst headaches I’ve ever experienced. As I sat up in my bed, I saw some Advil and a glass of water on my side table and smiled. What happened last night wasn’t a dream.
“I’m making breakfast, if you want.” Namjoon said as I descended down the stairs. I smiled to myself as I looked at him standing in the kitchen with an apron on. I made my way over to the barstools that sat beside the island and took a seat, just watching him. “Uh, what are you doing?” He asked, a blush rising to his cheeks like many times last night.
“I don’t know how long you’re going to be nice to me like this, so I’m going to bask in it.” I giggled and he just rolled his eyes at me, feigning annoyance.
“You’re annoying.” He scoffed, turning back to whatever he was cooking.
“Yeah, but you still think I’m pretty.” I teased. He didn’t even bother turning around when he said his next words.
“I already told you that was a lie.” I stood up from the barstool and walked behind him and wrapped my arms around his torso, taking in his scent and feeling the butterflies in my stomach take flight yet again. I could feel him tense under my touch, but as quickly as he tensed, he relaxed into my embrace. “I think you’re beautiful.” He repeated his statement from last night, and I wouldn’t believe him if he said he couldn’t hear how hard my heart was pounding.
“Go on a date with me today.” I said as I let go of him, looking up to see his reaction. He was pretending it didn’t affect him as he continued cooking, but I could see the blush on his cheeks and I smiled, knowing I made him just as nervous as he made me.
“A date?” He questioned, not even bothering to look at me.
“Yes. A date. With me. Like bowling or something. Something fun though!” He took the pan off the stove and started plating the food, still not giving me an answer, which caused my nerves to start to get the best of me. Still, I refused to take it back. I wanted to go on a date with him and I wasn’t one to sit around and wait. Still silent, he walked to the dining table, placing both plates on it and finally taking time to look at me.
“You couldn’t have waited for me to ask you?” He chuckled, causing all my worries to subside as I walked to the dining table and taking a seat.
“I go after what I want.” I shrugged. “And I want you.”
“Well, at least let me plan it.” I agreed to his condition and the two of us ate in silence, glancing up at each other every once in a while with shy smiles.
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Ævi - Frontlines
Hey again! This will be a continued series. The first Ævi series is in my masterlist and is only four parts. This is going to be a ongoing series, so there is going to be a lot more of Ævi to come. :)
Summary: Y/n or also known as Ævi has lived through varies of world events. Now it is 1941, she has excepted that some things cannot be changed so Loki has convinced Y/n to go to New York and live a normal life, a life Y/n always wanted. Or as normal it can be, because new introductions lead to events that didn’t go down in the history books.
Warnings: Fluff
Characters: Y/n, Loki and more to come. Wink, wink
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Part one
1941
Loki had thought it was a good idea to go to a party in New York. But that was a total bust. What he and I think of as a party couldn’t be more opposite. “You enjoyed that?” I asked Loki a little disappointed. This has been a area I have been waiting for the 40s. All the dancing. And in a couple of years celebrating freedom. “It was very civil. Something I thought I would never say of humans. Sometimes people on Asgard can be barbaric.. Especially Thor.” He muttered that last part under his breath. “Yes.. It was civil, but it was boring. They have these amazing places where people go out to dance and just.. have fun. Something I think the majority have never heard off in there.” I told Loki. We were walking the streets of New York. A few cars passed by every now and then. I was looking for a place where we could go dance. “Ok we’re not gonna find anything here.” I said looking around. “Find what?” Loki asked ready to go to the hotel room we had rented. “A party! To dance! Not one of those where people like to talk about money and stocks, cause lets be honest we both are not interested in that.” Loki gave me a small nod and smile at that. “Alright, but I am not going dancing. And besides there is no place here to go dancing anyway. So lets be on our way back to the hotel.” He tried to dismiss me. Keyword tried. I’m not giving up that easily. “Let’s go to Brooklyn! They have good places there. Here I’ll get us a cab!” I was putting my hand up waving at the cabs passing by. Non had stopped as if yet. “No stop that. We went to a party, now we are going back.” He told me. But then a cab stopped and I got in. “You know any places to go dancing in Brooklyn?” I asked the cab driver and he nodded his head. “Well.. You coming or what, cause otherwise I’ll just go without you. You decide Loki.” Loki sighed at that. “Fine but no longer than fifteen minutes.” He said as he climbed in the cad. “An hour.” He shook his head. “Twenty minutes.” He retorted. “An hour.” I told him again. The cab started moving at this point. “Thirty minutes.” He was getting annoyed, but I wasn’t about to give in. “One hour.” I told him again. He sighed. “Fine, but I’m not dancing, so you’ll have to find somebody.” I just shrugged at that. “You’re not a good dancer anyway. You’d just embarrass me.” And Loki rolled his eyes. I was ecstatic, I was so excited to go dancing. Just don’t know these kind of moves yet.
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After about thirty minutes the driver dropped us off at a dance hall. You could hear the music booming outside and I couldn’t wait to get in. “Be careful! You are not exactly dressed like you belong here.” The cab driver said. We did kind of looked out of place here. Loki and I were very dressed up, Loki was wearing a very expensive looking suit and me, I was wearing a light almost steel colored dress my hair done half up half down and my lips were red. This place certainly wasn’t on the richer part of town. But those people don’t know how to really live up a party anyway.
We walked in and there was jazz music playing. “Come on lets dance!” I cheered. “No.” He was standing still in place and not budging. “Come on Loki! It’ll be fun! Besides, you owe me.” He put his hand on his chest like he was surprised. “What do I owe you.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “You were the one to convince me to go to America in a time like this. Saying, and I quote, ‘You have tried to change history and it didn’t work, so this time won’t be different, go show me around America please.” I crossed my arms and gave him a pointed look. “Yes to the first part and no to the second. Never said I wanted to go here.” I rolled my eyes. “Come on! we will just dance for an hour and then we’re out.” “I told you I’m not dancing.” He retorted. “Fine I’ll find somebody else to dance with than.” I looked around the dance floor and saw everybody have a partner to dance with. Some were just hanging around by tables and others were by bars. I decided to try it there. I saw a man standing alone by the bar. Perfect, doesn’t seem like he has a date. I have got to say who ever the is, he looks handsome even from the back. Broad shoulders, tall and dark hair. Hopefully he likes to dance and isn’t just here for the drinks.
As I walked over I got a lot of looks from almost everybody. I did look like I was very out of place. But I’m here to have a good time just like everybody else. My eyes were se ton whoever this man was. I noticed that some men had tried to come up and start a conversation with me, but I ignored them. This would be very embarrassing if that man does not want to dance. Anyway the man that was by the bar was leaning against it, so I did the same as I got there. “What are the recommended drinks?” I asked the tall man. He was taking a gulp of his beer and slightly choked when he looked at me. I’ll take that as a compliment. “They don’t have the fancy stuff here if that is what you are looking for. Mostly just beer.” He answered. His eyes were piercing. A steel blue and slightly hooded. “Guess I’ll have that than.” I said waving the waiter over and I ordered.
“So what is a dame like you doing in a place like this?” He asked, fully intrigued. “I came because I wanted to dance, but my friend over there is not so convinced.” I told him pointing with my finger over to Loki. He looked very uncomfortable. That made me slightly laugh. “Is he your husba-” “Oh God no! He’s a friend. He is just doesn’t like to have fun.” He looked a little relieved. “And now you’re here.” I nodded. “Now I’m here, living my life like my days are numbered.” He laughed at that. “Good way to see things.” He noted. The waiter came over with my beer and I nodded a thank you. “So what’s your name doll?” The nickname made me smile. The way it rolled off his tongue so easily. “I’m y/n Ironside.” I told him. Long ago I had taken Bjorn’s name and I still used it after almost a thousand years. I put my hand forward for him to shake. “James Barnes, but friends call me Bucky.” He took my hand and shook it slightly. It felt like electricity running through me. “Bucky?” I asked. “Yeah it comes from my second name, Buchanan.” He explained. “That’s cute.” And I slightly smiled. ”Well Bucky, would you like to dance with me?” I asked him and he smirked. “I thought you were never going to ask.” And he pulled me with him to the dancefloor. I now noticed that we were holding hands the entire time. It made me blush. It felt strange getting these feelings. But I pushed it down and thought nothing of it.
As we were standing in the middle of the dance floor something upbeat started playing. “I don’t know how to dance to this.” Bucky gave me another smirk at that. “Follow my lead!” He answered. He started twirling me around on the beat. It was hard to keep up. I was looking at the people around me what they were doing when I stepped on Bucky’s toe. “Oh sorry!” I grimaced. “It’s alright doll. Don’t get distracted by the people around you. Focus on me.” So I did. I followed his every move and tried to keep up. Still sometimes I stepped on his toes, but it was definitely a lot easier if I wasn’t looking at what everyone around me was doing. After the first song ended I didn’t even notice that there were other people around. Bucky and I were having fun, laughing at the mistakes I was making. It felt very nice for a moment not to think about what was happening in Europe. Then a slow song came on. I stepped closer to him and guided his hand around my my lower back. Then I put my left hand on his shoulder and grabbed his free hand with my right. “So, you do know how to slow dance?” He noted. “I do.” I mean I have sort of slowed danced for about a thousand years, so you could say I am well trained. Obviously couldn’t tell him that. “But you have been a good teacher for teaching me the fast pace parts.” I smiled at him. It was a lot of fun. Fun I haven’t had in a while. “You’re welcome. They don’t do that where you’re from?” Bucky asked. I smiled. They definitely do not dance like that on Asgard and also those type of dances change a lot over the years. “No they do not.” I told him smiling. “So.. You didn’t have a date tonight or.. Did you just come here by yourself?” I wondered out loud. “Oh no. I was with a friend of mine. Steve. But he left earlier. I was just gonna grab a bier before leaving, but then I met this beautiful dame that wanted to dance. And I would be a damned fool to say no to that.” He laughed. “Well I’m glad that I saw you by the bar then.” I stated smiling at him. I looked at our hand that were intertwined and so did he. I had a ring on my middle finger that Loki had gifted me a long time ago. It had the Yggdrasil tree on it. He said it was my symbol and that we are one, I was the protector of life, therefore the protector of the tree of life. It had a magic ability to snap me in to my fighting suit whenever needed. It was a great gift and it made it a lot easier to not have to change every time. “That looks like a old ring.” Bucky noted. “Uhm, yes it has been with me for as long as I can remember.” “Family heirloom?” He asked. “Hmm-hmm.” I nodded my head yes. “It’s a beautiful ring.” I smiled at that. I really loved it as well. “Thank you.”
“Time is up y/n. We’re leaving.” Loki came up behind me. I sighed. I was having so much fun with Bucky and I didn’t want this night to end yet. “After the song has ended.” I told Loki not even looking at him and still dancing with Bucky. He looked slightly uncomfortable, maybe intimidated by Loki. “You said one hour. It has been one hour. We’re leaving this awful place.” He was clearly getting annoyed, but Loki was always annoyed, so it didn’t bother me and he had a habit of giving in anyway. “I’ll leave after this dance. You can either wait here in the middle of the dancefloor or wait outside of it.” He sighed. Giving in and saying; “Fine.” Very annoyed.
“Very strong willed woman.” Bucky stated impressed. Now it was my turn to smirk. “He doesn’t know how to live in the moment some times.” I stated looking over my shoulder at Loki who was looking very impatient. And annoyed. That gave me an idea. “How do you feel about living in the moment?” I asked Bucky. “No better way to live.” He said smiling. I looked around quickly. “Alright. When the music ends you wanna go for that exit behind you?” He looked around quickly and gave me a shocked face. “You sure you wanna do that doll?” Bucky asked a bit unsure of it all. “It will be hilarious! Are you in?” He dropped his face in a smile. “Where ever you go.” He answered back. Loki is going to be so annoyed. It’s a bit childish of me, but I’m gonna love seeing his face after.
Bucky and I danced for a bit until the next song started playing. I quickly looked back and saw that Loki was coming up to us again. “Now run!” I yelled at Bucky. I pulled him with me towards the exit as fast as I could not looking back. I pushed the people who were in front of me aside in a fit of laughter. I heard Bucky was laughing too. Then we got outside and ran as fast as we could this time Bucky was pulling me with him. “How far?” He asked laughing. “Far enough!” I yelled back. People that were walking on the street looked at us slightly disturbed which only made this ten times more funnier.
We ran maybe two blocks away from the dancing place. We both slowed down still laughing at the situation. “You sure he is not going to be mad about this?” Bucky asked still laughing. “Don’t worry he’s not going to be mad at you, but with me, it’s fine.” I reassured him. “Alright.” Bucky said spinning me around. All this time still holding hands. “One more dance?” He asked me this time. “There is no music.” I stated smiling. “Let me think.” Bucky told me. “Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high, there’s a land that I heard of, once in a lullaby.” I started singing. Bucky smiled at me and took my other hand an guided me on the street. I continued singing as we were dancing. This song always made me thing of Asgard funnily enough. I always thought of the rainbow as the Bifrost, because when I didn’t understand any of this I thought it was a actual rainbow. And now, in this time, Asgard and it’s stories are lullabies. “I like this song.” He told me. I smiled an continued singing again. I started resting my head against his shoulder. This moment felt very peaceful in all the hectic-ness that was going around earth.
After the song it was time for me to go back to Loki. Enough messing with him for today. “I need to go back.” I told Bucky. He nodded his head in understanding. “Let me walk you back.” And so we walked back and it would end our time. I usually never saw the people I met on earth twice. It raised a lot of questions if there was a little more time in between, seeing I don’t age. Also if I hung out with the same people for too long it started raising questions as to why I was not aging. In the past people have thought I was a witch because of that. So I decided to just not have any relations with humans at all anymore. Which made me sad. Asguardians are great and all, but human.. I was one of them once or I still am, it’s just not the same. As we came closer to the dancehall I felt sad. “I had a really good time.” I told Bucky sincere. He was kind, funny and such a gentleman. “Me too. Uhm I have an extra ticket for the cinema tomorrow, would you like to come with me?” Bucky asked me. I wanted to see him again, but it wouldn’t be wise of me to do so. “I-” “there you are! I have been looking everywhere like a fool. It is time to go home now! I got us a taxi.” Loki said as he started pulling me with him. Now was the first time I let go of Bucky’s hand since I had met him. It felt empty now, cold. “Wait!” I got out of Loki’s grip and ran back to Bucky. “Thank you for tonight.” I told him holding his hands one last time and a gave him a quick kiss on his left cheek before I let go and ran back towards a irritated Loki. I just shrugged at him as I followed him to a taxi.
As we sat in the taxi I looked if I could still see Bucky and I did. I wish I had answered his question for the cinema, but it would only make it more difficult if I did. The car started moving and Loki and I were off to our hotel. I gave him a final wave before I couldn’t see him anymore and looked down. “Oh please, you get attached too easily. You met him not two hours ago.” Loki stated. “He was different.” Is all I had to say, and he was, he was different. “You shouldn’t fall for these humans.. their lives are short and meaningless. Asguardians have a much longer lifespan.” I just rolled my eyes at that. “Their lives being short gives a lot more meaning to them.” I said under my breath.
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Two weeks later
Bucky POV
“How about Dottie?” Steve asked. He was asking me if I went on any other dates with her. But truth be told. After I had met Y/n I couldn’t think of anybody else. I sighed and took a sip of my coke, we were sitting at a diner. “No? Buck you still got your mind on this girl? It’s been two weeks.” He tried to reason. He was right, but a girl like y/n I have never met before. “She was somethin’ else Steve.” Was all I has to say. “How was she so special?” Steve asked. “She was beautiful, you had to see her. She had this beautiful smile and this glistening in her y/e/c eyes. She carried herself in a way that was just so graceful. And she was so kind. and her laugh, Steve, you had to hear her laugh.” I sounded crazy, but that one encounter with her was what that did to me. “Well if it is meant to be you’ll see her again.” He tried to cheer me up. I looked out of the window at all the people that were walking around going places, work, home. “Maybe it wasn’t.” I said quietly. I wanted to look for her, but she would definitely think I’m crazy if I succeeded in that and I wouldn’t want to scare her away. In the corner of my eye I saw a woman walking the same walk as y/n did. I tried to get a better look, as much as I could with the window being in the way and the people on the street. I could only see her back. She had a yellow dress on with the same hairdo as y/n had that night. “It’s her.” I couldn’t believe it. I immediately stood up and walked out of the diner as fast as I could. I kept a quick pace to keep up with her. “Y/n!”
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Let me know what you think!
Yes the dancing part of the street is totally an idea of the Notebook, it is one of my favorite movies and I always thought it was so romantic :)
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This post from @crookedcryptid suggesting Dean and Castiel were canonically together from Dean's prayer confession on put a big stupid grin on my face, and then I went off and analyzed every episode that came afterward. So here you go?
Castiel’s in about every other episode from that point. And they are actually separated in the majority of the majority of the episodes, but the way they interact is just loving.
Episode by episode analysis under the cut.
At The Trap, Dean confesses to Castiel in his prayer how he really feels (but not like that at least not in Chuck's censured version that we see) while Eileen and Sam split up bc of Chuck. It's late revealed that Chuck sent Sam Eileen and Sent Cas & Dean to Purgatory so they'd lose hope. (Cas must have defied Chuck's plan yet again by stopping Dean from voicing his feelings bc that's the only explanation I have to make this make any sense. (x) )
After Dean's confession, the next episode immediately separates Cas & Dean but Dean pines after the domestic life like Garth has with his family, an alternative lifestyle Dean once saw as unacceptably evil. (x)
But then next episode Castiel goes and finds Jack and brings him home. Brings him home to Dean who does this. (See gif above that lives rent free in my mind /\)
He holds Jack’s face just like he did Ben’s. He looks into Jack’s eyes, one then the other, as if to verify that it’s really him. Then he looks from Jack to Castiel.
This dad moment. This neck hold and look to Castiel that simultaneously says, “you brought my son home to me” but also screams in Jensen’s headcanon that Dean used to look at Jack and see Lucifer but now he looks at him and sees Cas.
(Tho that shouldn’t be hard since they clearly cast their combined biological child.)
I’m obsessed with it. It haunt my dreams and inhabits my waking brain.
The fact that this is not before ‘The Trap’ but after is so important. They didn’t set it right between them artificially, by Cas bringing Jack home. Instead, they set it right between them and then they got their son back. Otherwise, it is the last piece of the puzzle to patch their relationship. Dean was envious of Garth’s family, and suddenly Dean has his back.
In Galaxy Brain Chuck’s screen shows a view of Dean and Cas sitting super closely huddled together at the kitchen table. (x) Is actually from an earlier episode. There’s also the dadliest dadstiel moment ever, with Castiel letting his god killing, resurrected, super powered, three-year-old win at connect four, which was not in the script, but added by Misha and Sp8. (x) When Sam and Cas disagree on Jack, Cas backs up Jack and Dean supports Cas over Sam. The husbands share a whiskey while reveling in how they brought Jack up right, “I knew it, Dean. When I was with Jack’s mother, she… You know, Kelly just had faith that Jack would be good for the world, and I felt it, too. I knew it. And then, when everything went wrong, and God took him from us… I was lost in a way I’ve never been before. Because I knew the story wasn’t over. I knew Jack wasn’t done. And I was right.” (Even if Dean’s a little too excited about using Jack as a weapon.) (Maybe this line explains what's been up with the Hellers these past 6 months yall.)
This is huge, because Dean was destroyed at the end of last season, imo, bc his idea of Jack was destroyed and he felt the need to cut himself off from all thoughts that he could have that family. (x)
Cas also wordlessly goes into Dean’s backpack in a moment of routine casual intimacy.
Destiny’s Child & Dean calling Cas an idiot for risking his life yet again- not knowing that Cas felt secure in the knowledge that he wouldn't die bc of his deal. Dean was legit scared to lose him again. (oh no my heart). With that extra knowledge Cas had it's exactly the kind of thing Dean would do. Dean's done this exact thing before both when he was, and was not, suicidal. (S13, S6) They get Jack’s soul back, but first the classic “oh no my child has ingested something”.
Last Holiday- No Cas. 😒
Gimme Shelter - Our boys are separated yet again - Castiel talks to Paster Sexy (recast doctor sexy) who says it’s okay to be gay. We get a lot of charming Cas with Jack moments. Something happens in this episode, it happens off-screen and it's something we've basically have never seen in this series. Jack tells Castiel that he expects to die to defeat Chuck and rather than fall into the pattern we've seen every single season, Castiel immediately tells Dean what is going on, immediately tells Dean everything he needs to know to protect Jack.
Drag me Away From You (ugh oh no and they will) - No Cas
Unity - end of the warm wuvy dov.
Dean lets Jack think he isn’t family. Sam discovers that if they let Jack kill Chuck that Billie will kill Eileen, anyone from another dimension or resurrected and Dean. Looks. At. Cas. (x) The fear in his eyes.
By this point Dean is unhinged. He’s back to the beginning of the season when he was afraid that all of this was Chuck’s control rather than a real relationship between them. This should have been an ‘absolution’ moment for Jack, the one Castiel says here that Jack doesn’t need from anyone but himself. The closest we get to confirmation that Cas has learned that lesson himself. (x) Dean was so destroyed after his idea of Jack died that it split up his marriage … I mean…. Dean already chose Jack’s life once, even after Mary. Dean is choosing him over using him as a weapon to kill Chuck is huge considering how spun out Dean was by this point. I’m convinced that without Cas being there Dean would not have stopped, and might have let Jack sacrifice himself, might have shot Sam giving Chuck his ending.
I’m also convinced that Chuck designed The Trap to have Cas die 8 episodes ago. (x) That Dean was never supposed to have this post trap period with him. So that he would be hopeless just like he was in episode 19. That was in the version Chuck wrote back in episode 4. Without Cas, Chuck would have gotten his ending. (x) Woof there is a sentence that hurts in 15x20
18 - skipping this winchester main pain for the mo-
So this all got me thinking about Dean’s face after Cas says he loves him, the little choked up headshake, like maybe that’s just verbal confirmation of something he, on some level, already knew. (x)
I haven’t hit 15 in my rewatch yet and I’m sure I will find new a different things to piss me tf off when I do.
Morning erybody?
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THE ONE (Frankie Morales x Reader)
THE ONE
Frankie Morales x Reader
Summary: Years ago with Santiago. Present day you go to visit your cousin, only to find out Frankies there. Three of you take a trip down memory lane.
Warning: Swearing // Alcohol Consumption
Words: 2877
Authors Note: So for the sake of the story, I changed the amount of years between the last time Frankie and Reader saw each other. Frankie and Reader haven't seen each other in 10 years. Frankie left the reader in 2011. Sorry for the change, but it will make sense later… hopefully. Also not sure how old Frankie is, So I’m saying he’s born in 1979, making him 41. - k
CH 1 | CH 2 | CH 3
Chapter 3
“Santiago!” You sat on the floor, your back against a wall as you hysterically cried through the phone.
“Whoa Whoa, Smiles what’s wrong?” Santiago was concerned, sacred, hearing you so emotional. Never in his life has he heard you cry this hard.
“Frankie- he -I-I don’t know where he- -” you stumble over your words as you try to retell your cousin what has happened. You were hyperventilating, in a panic, not knowing what to do.
“Smiles, I need you to slow down. Take deep breaths for me okay.”
You listen to Santiago’s directions and try your best to calm yourself down. You take deep breaths as you clutched the phone tightly. Your lips tremble as you silently cry.
“Alright, can you tell me what’s wrong? Most importantly, are you hurt?”
“It’s Frankie-” You breathed out.
“Frankie?!” Santiago begins to jump to conclusions. His tone became protective and stern. “Did he hurt you? I swear to god if he-“
You knew what he was implying. “N-no of course not! He would never- You and I both know that...”
“What is it then? What’s wrong?”
You close your eyes, tears falling rapidly, your lips trembling again.
“He’s gone! H-he just up and left with no explanation. He walked out on me. Santi, he left me!” you wailed through the phone. “I-I don't even know what I did wrong! I begged him to stay and talk to me but he took off in his truck with bags packed in the back.” You wiped your tears and runny nose with your hoodie.
“I’m coming over. I’ll be there in a few minutes okay? Just hang tight” You heard the jingle of his keys and the sound of his car's engine starting up.
“Can you stay on the phone with me… please” you whispered.
“Of course.”
…
Santiago came over and held you until you had no more tears left to cry. That night your cousin promised you that he will figure out what was going on with his best friend and knock some sense into him. Santiago was just as confused as you were. He had no idea why Frankie would up and leave like that, especially if it was you. Frankie was head over heels in love with you. You were his whole world. His life revolved around you. Frankie better have a good reason for leaving.
Santiago tried getting a hold of Frankie for several days until one day Frankie finally answered. The two of them agreed to meet at a park not too far from you and Frankie's apartment. Santiago promised Frankie not to bring you along.
“Dude, What the fuck?! Seriously what is with you?! I’ve been trying to get ahold of you for DAYS. Smiles have been worrying sick about you! They’re a fucking mess man, a complete wreck. They’re so broken. You need to go back and make things right. You need to fix this.” Santiago yells as he approaches Frankie who was sitting on a park bench.
“I-I can’t go back there, Santi. I can’t face, Smiles.” His head hung low, his arms resting on his knees.
“Did you mean all those things you told Smiles?” Santiago says sitting next to Frankie on the bench.
“Of course not! I love them, I do. You know that. I love them more than anything, but I did this for Smiles’ good. It’s better off this way. Smiles will get over me. They don’t need me.”
“Frankie, what's going on?”
“I couldn’t bring myself to tell Smiles, so I decided to leave.” He looks up at Santiago with tears in his eyes.
“What did you do?”
…
You laid on your couch, flipping through the TV stations. You were in your pj’s, snuggled up in a blanket. You watched tv to distract yourself from your reality. You heard the front door open, You sit up, thinking maybe Frankie came back, but it was just Santiago.
“Hey.” you give him a small smile.
“How are you feeling?” Santiago says standing in front of the TV.
You click the TV off with the remote, sitting up on the couch.
“I’m alright.”
“Smiles… I went and saw Frankie.”
“What?!” You jump up from the couch, your whole mood changes. “Where is he?! Is he here?! Is he okay?!” You grab Stantiagos shoulders, desperate for an answer.
“He doesn’t want to see you. He’s not coming back, Smiles.”
“What do you mean he doesn't want to see- not coming back?”
“I tried, Smiles. I tried to get him to come to talk things out with you, but he doesn’t want to. I can’t force him to do something he doesn’t want to do. It’s up to him.”
“So you know why he left me?… Tell me!” you begged.
“You need to hear it from him, not me.”
“Santiago! I’m your cousin, your flesh and blood and you’re not going to tell me why he left? Are you fucking kidding me?! You’re just going to keep it from me because he’s your best friend. After all, you promised him not to say anything huh! Wow! You’re going to put your best friend before your own family!” You were fuming, angry that your cousin couldn’t tell you the truth, the reason why Frankies gone.
“Smiles, It’s not like that!” Santiago gets defensive.
“That’s EXACTLY what it sounds like! You’re covering his ass by not telling me!” You yell.
“I don’t agree with how he left you. That was wrong with him and he could have gone about it another way, but I’m not telling you because he needs to do it himself. This is his situation, he needs to man up and tell you himself. He will do so when he’s ready to tell you.” Santiago.
“Get out, Santi.” you stare at him deadpan.
“Smiles-”
“GET OUT!” You grab him by his shirt dragging him to the door. Swinging the door open, you shoved your cousin out the door. Before you could say anything, you slam the door on his face.
“Smiles! Open up!” He pounded against the door.
You leaned against the door as you let your body slide to the floor. Santiago's words rang in your head. ‘He doesn't want to see you, He’s not coming back.’
“He’ll come back.” You say to yourself. “He’ll come around. He’ll be back in a few days.”
You waited days, weeks, months, and years. He never came back.
…
“Santiago!” You smiled as you greeted him at his front door. He embraced you tightly, slightly lifting you off the ground.
“Hey, cousin!” he sets you down on the ground.
Santiago was more like your brother than he was your cousin. The two of you were always close. You had your moments when you couldn’t stand each other. When you and Frankie broke up, you cut off Santiago after he wasn’t willing to tell you. The two of you didn’t talk to each other for a couple of years until you eventually came to terms that Frankie wasn’t ever coming back.
“How are you doing?” he moves out of the way letting you walk into his house. You kick off your shoes, setting your bag on the coffee table, and flopping yourself down onto his couch.
“I’m alright. Just a little stressed from the wedding.”
Santiago shuts the door, walking over to his kitchen off to the right.
“How’s Alex doing?” he asks, opening the fridge grabbing two beers, and popping the caps off with a bottle opener magnet that was mounted on the fridge.
“He’s doing great, he finally got the promotion he wanted.” you smiled.
“Good for him. Alex is such a whiz.” He chuckles as he hands you a beer. You thank him for holding it in your hands.
Santiago sat on the opposite side of the coffee table, sitting across from you.
“I saw him you know.”
“Saw who?” He chugs his beer.
“Frankie.”
Santiago chokes on his beer, leaning forward. Beer spilled out the sides of his mouth, using the back of his hands to whip his lips. He coughs a bit, his eyes widening.
“You saw him?!” he couldn't believe what you just said.
“Yeah, I saw him. I ran into him when I was leaving the bridal store and I ran into him when Alex and I went to lunch a couple of days ago. Alex invited Frankie along.`` You roll your eyes, putting the beer bottle to your lips and taking a swig.
“You need to tell your best friend to lay off.”
“Why what did he do?”
“Santi, he shows up in my life out of nowhere! I was so shocked by seeing him, I invited him to the damn wedding! It’s been a decade since the last time I saw him, and he expects he can just waltz in and act as nothing happened? It took me forever to get over him and here he is making best friends with my finance? Like what type of ex-boyfriend does that? Especially one that's been M.I.A for ten years.”
“So he didn’t tell you about-”
“Tell me about what? The reason why he left? No! He still hasn't told me jack shit, and he owns me that much! He’s been living in my head for the past couple of days and I thought I’ve moved past him and not ever truly knowing his reason for leaving, but it’s like I'm getting sucked back into the early months and years of when he first left. I’m always wondering, questioning, thinking. It’s driving me INSANE.”
You chug down the rest of your beer, setting it down on the table.
“He didn’t even tell me he saw you.” He leans back into the couch.
“Yeah, I thought you would have told him I was getting married. I saw that look on his face when he realized the dress from the bridal shower was mine. I felt bad, why the hell am I the one feeling bad? I had every right to move on! He’s the one that left me! Ugh, I need another beer.” you say as you fall over to the side, your face laying in the cushion.
“I feel like I shouldn't even be telling you this.”
“What why?”
“Because you might go and report it back to Frankie. Telling him he’s been living in my mind rent-free for the past several days.”
“I never talk about you with Frankie, unless he brings you up.”
“Brings me up?”
“It’s like how over the years, you ask me to see how he’s doing, it's the same thing. He would ask me how you’re were doing.”
You groan.
The sliding glass door opens, making you sit up. What the hell?!
“Hey, Santi, you got more caracol?” Frankie says the sticking part of his body inside, holding a beer in his hand. His eyes landing on you. “Oh...hi.”
You didn’t say anything and just gave him a slight smile.
“There should be in the shed, man!”
“Alright,” Frankie says shutting the glass door.
Of course, he was fucking here. You turn to glare at Santiago.
“What the HELL Santi!” you chuck a pillow in his direction.
“Woah Hey!” he says as the pillow lands on him.
“I can’t BELIEVE he's over here! What is he doing over here? Also, he could have heard all the shit I was saying!” You were angry.
“I’m Barbecuing! I didn’t know you were gonna dump all your Frankie drama out on me!”
“Oh god, I can’t with you! You could have told me he was outside!”
“I didn’t think I would have to?! I thought you came to talk about quick sit down chat wedding stuff for a bit then leave!”
You pick up another pillow, shoving it your face and groaning.
“I mean since you’re here you might as well stay,” he suggested.
“No! I already dealt with him at lunch with Alex, I don't need another awkward interaction.”
“Come on, for old time sake?”
“What are we going to do to drive down Memory Lane?”
…
That’s exactly what the three of you did. You ended up staying. Most of the night, you stayed guarded. Your walls were up around Frankie. You didn’t want to let him in easily but failed after the familiarity set in, the atmosphere felt like how things used to be. It felt like nothing had ever happened. You missed the times it was the three of you. You, Santiago, and Frankie sat on the back patio, laughing your asses off. You guys laughed until you cried about the shit you did when you were all younger.
“And remember that one time when we dragged Frankie and his inflatable mattress out of the tent and put him on the lake when he was sleeping!” You laughed
“I remember that!” Frankie threw his head back laughing. “You guys were such assholes, I woke up half away across the lake!”
“You deserved it! You scared me shitless when I thought a damn bear was outside of my tent!”
“I can’t believe you fell for that, yet again you were pretty gullible growing up, Smiles.” Santi laughs.
“Was not!”
“Are too!” Santiago and Frankie.
A phone began to ring. Frankie reaches in his pocket grabbing his phone and answering it.
“Hey, Sweetheart,” he says as he stands up, walking over to the wooden railing.
‘Sweetheart’ a pang of jealousy washed over you. He was with someone. You wished that was you. After all these years he found someone. You began to wonder how he met them and how long they had been together. You began to think again where you went wrong. What did you do to make him leave? What did his new partner have that you lacked all those years ago. What were you thinking? You were getting married to Alex soon, none of this should even matter. You try to shake your feelings and shove them down.
“Alright, I’ll see you in a little bit. I love you too.” He hangs up the phone.
You needed to leave. “I’m gonna head home.” You look over to Santiago.
“Okay. Thanks for staying.” Santi smiled.
“Yeah. Thanks for having me over.” You giggle standing up to hug him as he sits in his chair.
“I love you,” you whispered.
“I love you too.”
“Hey, It’s late. I’ll walk you to your car.” Frankie buds in.
“O-okay.”
You headed back inside with Frankie, You slip on your shoes, grab your bag and head out the door.
The two of you remained quiet as you walked the sidewalk. Your car was parked at the curb several houses down from Santiagos.
“Tonight was...fun,” he said breaking the silence.
“Yeah.”
“It felt like old times. I miss and think about those days constantly.” He chuckled slightly.
“Yeah...but the past is the past.”
You and Frankie stopped at your White Camry. You put your key into the lock but stop. You turn around.
“What do you want from me?”
“Honestly…” He signed. “I just wanna make things right with you.”
“Then why don’t you?”
“It’s not that simple Smiles..”
“Not that simple?! Frankie, I waited for you, YEARS even to come back and to just explain to me. Whatever it was, I would have worked it through with you. I didn’t care what it was, as long as I had you.” you confessed.
“I-look it’s complicated and long-”
“Explain it to me then. Tell me why you left. I’m all ears...” You say taking your hand in his.
“Smiles, Not here. Not now- ” he lets go of your hand.
“Not ever huh?”
“Smiles-”
“You know what? Forget it.” You get in your car, slamming the door shut. You start the engine and drive off, leaving him standing there on the sidewalk.
“You should have told them.” Santiago's voice calls out from behind. He comes to stand next to Frankie, the both of them watching your car drive off down the road. “You kept it from Smiles for so long, they deserve the right to know. Hell, smiles deserved to know from the very beginning. You just iced her out for a decade. I’m surprised she made it this long without finding out on their own.”
“I did what I thought was right.”
“I know you were scared, you had every right to be but you heard smiles, she would have stayed if you just would have opened up. I told you countless times to get-go talk to them, Frankie”
“It was easier just to push Smiles away. I did what I had to do.”
“And both of your face repercussions because of that.”
“I don’t know where to start.”
“All you can do is just tell smiles about what happened and why you made the choices you did. From there, things will fall in place. Everything is going to turn and be the way it is supposed to be.” Santiago places a hand on Frankie's shoulder before turning and walking back home.
He was still scared like he was a decade ago, but it was time for him to face the music. No running away this time. He had to tell you. He had to tell you about Lilah.
#triple frontier#Frankie Morales x Reader#francisco morales#frankie morales#Frankie#frankie catfish morales#pedro pascal#pedro
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pairing: Satori Tendou x fem. reader x Sugawara Koushi
words: 2 k.
warnings: smut, orgasm denial, creampie, recreative use of alcohol?
tam’s notes: haha yes i did this. i hope you like it because i can’t stop thinking about these two. they live in my mind rent free. also please accept my somewhat edit as a banner.
You didn't know how you ended in this situation or how your boyfriend agreed to this. But it was mind blowing. It was hot, sexy, intoxicating, arousing, unexpected. Not even all adjectives you could think of made justice to what you were seeing.
"She looks amused," Tendou commented as he fell to his knees next to the other guy.
"She does. Are you enjoying yourself, sugar?" Sugawara smiled. It was the same polite smile you had always seen on his face.
Tendou took Suga's dick on his mouth and the white haired guy gasped. All you could do was rub your thighs together to feel something. Your breathing hitched when Tendou deepthroated Suga and the last almost screamed. You tried to fight your restraint but you couldn't free your hands. Damn Sugawara, he knew how to make a good knot.
"Fuck, boys, please," you whined.
They both laughed and Suga took Satori's face to make him stand up to kiss him. You could see their tongues exploring the other's mouth and you wanted nothing more than to have their mouths on you. Anywhere as long as it was over your body. They walked to the bed between kisses and observed you as they licked their lips.
Suga released your hands and kneeled behind you, you could feel his erection against your back.
"Are you sure about this? You can back up at any moment," Sugawara whispered in your ear and kissed your neck.
"She's been daydreaming about this, right honey?" Satori bit your thigh and you moaned.
"I want this… please?" you said. You sounded desperate and breathless. And you were.
Tendou didn't need to hear anything else and started to eat you out. His tongue played with your clit and his long and slender fingers worked on your insides deliciously. Suga giggled and started kissing your neck and massaging your breasts.
"Do you feel good?" the setter asked and you nodded. "Satori is so good with his mouth…" he said and pulled the other guy's hair to get him off of you.
Tendou smiled, that closed eyes and kitty mouth smile that could easily put you into a sugar comma, and licked his lips.
"I bet you're good with your mouth too, Koushi-kun," he said and then he kissed you.
You could taste yourself on Satori's tongue and somehow it was sweet but also bitter. It could be the alcohol you all were drinking before or just you, you couldn't tell. Suga moved to the side and watched you kiss each other. When you separated he sat between your bodies and pushed Satori down so he was lying on the bed.
"I wanna taste her too," he said and he took Tendou's face to kiss him.
You watched in awe how they kissed again. You were in the perfect position to stretch your arms and take their dicks on your hands to pump them. Your hands on them and the friction between their bodies made them growl in the kiss. Suga pushed your hands away and moved back to take Satori's cock on his mouth.
"God fuck," the red haired boy said. "Come, sit on my face pretty please," he managed to ask you before Koushi took him on his mouth again.
You giggled and crawled your way to him to fulfill his request. You put your legs on each side of his head and he embraced your thighs as you lowered your body until his mouth met your pussy. Tendou's tongue started working on your insides meticulously, each moan he let out sent vibrations from his tongue to your folds and it felt amazing.
Sugawara moved aside to observe the scene and jerked himself off. He stood at the end of the bed and leaned in to kiss you. Satori saw him approach and used one of his hands on the other's cock.
"Oh Satori, so greedy," Suga caressed the red haired boy's face sweetly under your body. "Do you want me in your mouth again?"
You moved back at the same time Tendou let his head fall off the end of the bed and sucked Sugawara again.
"Doll, why don't you make him feel good too? Take his dick," Koushi said. Well, he ordered. He was always sweet and gentle but it was an order all the same.
You straddled Satori's hips and squeezed his hand as a question. Are you ready? He squeezed your hand back so you obeyed Suga and sat on Satori's dick. Tendou met you halfway with his hips and you screamed when he hit your g-spot. Sugawara leaned down and held Satori's hips down with his delicate hands.
"Whoops, sorry pretty boy," his new position caused Satori to choke on his dick. "Let her have fun, don't move."
You started to move your hips back and forward in sync with Sugawara’s strokes on the red haired boy’s mouth. You leaned down to kiss Tendou’s neck and left a bite mark on his shoulder. Having you bouncing on his cock and having a beautiful man’s dick on his mouth was throwing him off the edge. He squeezed Suga’s thigh to signal him to step back so he could use his mouth to speak.
“I’m coming,” he announced and smirked. He was really enjoying himself tonight.
“Be a good boy and fill her up,” the former setter said, a sweet smile on his face.
“I’d rather to fill you up instead,” the red haired boy answered as he held your hips to keep you still.
“So greedy,” Suga repeated. “Come here.”
Suga kneeled at one side of the bed as you got off Satori and he faced the other boy. Koushi took the dick in front of him on his mouth and let it hit the back of his throat. He blinked a few times looking directly at Tendou, almost asking if this was ok, if this was what he wanted. Satori smiled at the big eyes and long eyelashes and tangled his hand in the ash-like strands to scratch his scalp like he would’ve pet a cat, and he got almost the same reaction from the guy at his feet, who enjoyed the touch and moaned on the member in his mouth.
You looked at them enjoying each other and touched yourself. You were high on lust, the ache between your legs was begging for someone or something to take care of it. You rubbed your clit in lazy circles as you watched how Suga guided Satori to his climax.
“You better spill it all over her,” Tendou said and that was his only warning before he was filling up the other’s mouth with semen.
Suga resisted the temptation to laugh and pushed you down on the mattress to get his body over yours as he slowly opened his mouth to spill Satori’s seed all over your chest, chin and lips.
“Fucking hot,” Tendou commented as he laid down by your side and just observed.
Sugawara looked at him, and apparently they’ve been talking by telepathy the whole night because just with that Tendou was speaking again.
“Go on, I think I’m done,” he giggled. “I’ll enjoy the show.”
He felt tired. Maybe he needed a break. Maybe he just drank too much alcohol before action. Who knows. What he did know was you kissing Koushi and his semen dripping from your lips was hot. So hot he could pass out there.
Koushi enjoyed your lips on his face and then on his neck where you sucked his pale skin to leave a mark. He took his cock on his hand to tease your entrance, moving up and down on your slit.
“Just fuck me, please,” you said as you covered your face with your hands.
“Let me look at you then,” he whispered.
He threw your legs over his shoulders and when you finally let him see your face he thrusted inside you. Tendou was still tired but he pushed his upper body up to get close to you and kiss you. Your legs were trembling more and more with each movement Koushi made. But he suddenly stopped.
“Turn around, please.”
You obeyed him and held your body up with your hands and knees. You whined a bit in the process because your legs wouldn’t stop trembling and you were sure you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself for long.
Suga had his dick inside you again and he left a trail of kisses on your spine, but he still wasn’t moving. Your walls clenched, begging for some friction. His hand was on your clit, rubbing it in circles, and you cried his name.
“Be a good girl, stay still for him,” Tendou said. He was smiling and pumping his dick in lazy motions as he observed how the other man pleased you.
You whined again but you obeyed anyway, you wanted to be a good girl for them. When he finally moved again -he was slow, it felt agonizing- tears pricked up on the corner of your eyes, he was hitting just the right spot to make you see stars every time.
“Let me hear you say my name,” Suga was bending over your back and kissing your neck as he kept moving slow.
“Suga… Suga, please, faster…” you said, a tear finally rolling down your cheek.
“You look so pretty right now,” Tendou praised.
You didn’t know who he was talking to, maybe to both of you. Sugawara was moving faster now and you didn’t know how much longer you could hold your body up.
“Are you tired, babe?” he asked and you nodded. “Do you want to cum?” another nod. “Say it, please.”
“I… ah-I wanna cum, Suga…” you mumbled and wiggled your hips when he stood still again.
Your arms finally gave up so you let your head and chest fall to the mattress. And then he started a relentless stroking on your cunt.
“Let me hear you, babe, hold your head up,” he said and gently pulled from your hair.
You couldn’t answer but you did as you were told. Tendou was smiling as he touched himself. He caressed your cheek with his free hand and licked his lips while he looked at Suga with lustful eyes.
“Cum on my dick, pretty girl, come on,” Sugawara was whispering in your ear as he felt how your pussy pressed on his dick more and more.
You didn’t need to be told twice and finally reached your climax as the white haired guy sucked a bruise on your neck.
“Be a good boy and fill her up,” Satori repeated what was told to him not long before.
Koushi never took orders but he could make an exception this time. You were trembling beneath him and moaning his name as a mantra. That and how tight you felt now were enough to throw him off the edge of his control. He came inside you, filling your cunt with his seed and he didn’t pull off until he saw it dripping between your bodies.
“Fiuuuu,” Tendou whistled. “I could watch this a thousand times. You did so good, babygirl.”
Sugawara crashed by your side and caressed your back as Satori pampered kisses all over your face and shoulders. You were face down in the mattress trying to catch your breath and smiling to yourself at the affection the boys were showing.
“Can we move to the jacuzzi?” you asked when you were able to think straight again.
“Suga-kun is getting it ready for us,” Satori whispered.
“Should we open another bottle?” Sugawara came back from the bathroom and walked -naked- to the minibar the room you rented had.
“Definitely,” Tendou said as he helped you to get up.
You got inside the jacuzzi as the boys took care of the glasses and the bottle of wine. The hot water and bubbles felt so good on your abused body, you never expected to be so tired after sex. To be fair, you were with the double people as usual but you could swear you had more stamina than this.
You had another bottle of wine and a nice talk for a while until the boys got mildly drunk and couldn't keep their hands off of each other anymore. You just observed and kept drinking, maybe they would get too tired and you could sleep for a few hours. You were sure you were going for a second round when they recovered some energy, so you just let them be and got some rest as you enjoyed the show they were putting up for you.
#haikyuucreations#sugawara koushi#satori tendou#hq sugawara#hq satori#sugawara x reader#satori x reader#hq smut#sugawara smut#satori smut#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu!!#haikyuu#listening to: no te me quites de aca by mon laferte
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